I just thought I would stop in, maybe this should be a once a month blog. I really never mean to let blogging get away from me.
I will just let you know a tiny bit of what takes my mind away and in different directions. My step-brother passed away totally unexpectedly. Our son that has lived here, moved to his own place and will be getting married next weekend. We had a lovely shower for her last weekend.
Among other things, I had to find a dress. I know that sounds pretty shallow but finding a dress and shoes just sends me into a panic. I finally felt the day I found one I could take a breath. We have a local shoe store that I in desperation went to and thankfully they are like shoe stores used to be, a man came and took my shoe size, went and got shoes and helped me to find shoes I can wear all day and not come home crippled for a month. I only buy shoes when I can no longer go out in public unless I have something wearable. When did I change I wonder. Do you know I still have dresses I bought when my almost 30 year old son was a baby? I can still wear them and I do and luckily for me they never went out of style. I just don't buy clothes very often. In fact, my husband noticed the other day when he came in from work and I was still in my nice clothes, " Wow! its so nice to see you in clothes without holes and paint. I guess I should do something about that. I can't be alone but I would rather buy wool and patterns instead of clothes.
My neighbor next door has these flowers that grow on the fence. They are the only thing around here that looks like spring. I am working in the flowerbeds and in the morning I hope to get my raised beds ready for spring when it really is spring and not this fake you out time of year. It was 85 yesterday so its really tempting but I am not going to fall for it.
Just a short post. Just to keep my oar in. Thank you Lauren for always encouraging me to post. I don't know what I would do without you. Get well soon, Robin, I am praying for you.
~Kim~
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."
[Meditations Divine and Moral]”
― Anne Bradstreet, The Works of Anne Bradstreet