The View out Grandma’s Window
Before I say anything else, I want to thank you all for your wonderful, supportive comments yesterday about my dilemma and what I should do with my brother as he ages. Your words meant so much to me it brought tears to my eyes. I know others who have blogs and I swear…I can’t imagine they have readers as kind and supportive as you all! Thank you from the bottom of my heart…you really made me feel better.
Good Morning from The Farm
I had just gone to sleep Monday evening when the phone rang. It startled me and I jumped up to get it. It was Mr. FixIt. He had gone out to look at the moon and heard a strange animal sound…really close. So he stood quietly and recorded it for me to hear. He didn’t know I was asleep or he would have waited till morning. But by then, of course…I was really awake. (You can listen here!)
Love is grand, isn’t it? We meet someone and something stirs within us. Our curiosity is piqued. We dance around each other…no different than the mating rituals of exotic birds. Feathers fluffed strutting our stuff. We go through a pretty standard procedure of “Here’s who I am…now who are you?” Somewhere in the process, we either let go and move on or we hang on for the ride of our lives.
One of the greatest joys of motherhood is when your adult child texts and asks how you cooked a dish they loved in their childhood. In an instant, you travel back to the kitchen of their youth. The sounds of their little feet running through the kitchen and hugging your legs as you do the dishes. The smell of the chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven and the look on their faces when their nose leads them to your side. The sight of the top of their head as they read or talk on the phone with a friend.
I need to lose weight. Oh, it’s not for the weddings in May and June. It’s not to fit into something pretty or to look better in my jeans. Frankly, I haven’t worn jeans since the pandemic started. That’s how I got into this pickle. When you wear stretchy pants, you have a lot of room to grow into. Jeans will remind you when you’ve been hitting the pizza particularly hard.
Groundhog Day comes every year and I don’t really recall ever hearing “Spring is JUST around the corner!!!” It’s always “Six More Weeks of Winter!!!” Right…so what else is new? It’s the first week of February. Of course there’s more winter! But I can pretty much guarantee you Spring will come a lot sooner in WV than it will for my Colorado family. Or for many of you, as well.
Yesterday was Mr. FixIt’s birthday! Until the middle of June, he is two years older than me…then I’ll be 70 and he 71. I remember my mom telling me she never believed she would live past 35. I don’t know why, other than she had a hard life. I’ve never been one of those people who can envision herself in her declining years. I guess that’s one of the hazards of living “in the moment.”
Bailey had the sweetest “sugar face”!
When Billy Graham was asked, “Do dogs to go heaven?”, the great Evangelist replied, “God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in Heaven, and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he’ll be there.” I notice he didn’t say anything about cats, but I’m sure they go, too.
The other day when I was complaining about having to cook all the time, I asked God to change my heart. Anytime my heart isn’t in the right place and I’m making myself miserable over stupid stuff, I just ask God to turn me around and show me what I’m missing. He always does. And it turns out I get in my own way a lot of the time. I think we all do to one degree or another.
I cracked the egg in the skillet and it became the shape of WV!
We are big breakfast eaters here at Marshmallow Ranch. When I askMr. FixIt what he’d like to eat, sometimes I get an answer. Other times it’s… “I don’t know.” Those are the mornings when I have the green light to just make whatever I want and he never complains about what’s put in front of him.