Change of Plans

You know what they say, "the best laid plans of mice and (wo)men." I had two unprecedented days off in a row, the first since December, and was hoping to drive to the campground, set a tent and lay back in my camp chair with a good book. Had the tents, the sustenance, the books--only thing missing was the car. Is it fact overheating? And what is that crazy thunk when I turn left? So I am enjoying my fine day offs at home, while the car is being checked out at the shop. Sigh...

Memorial Day 2011

With heartfelt thankfulness to all the brave men and women who gave their lives for this country. And to their families who carry on in spite of their great loss.

We remember you
And give you thanks and honor
You answered the call.

A New Top

My son's convertible looks snazzy with her new top!

My batteries need recharging

I checked the forecast and it looks like it will be sunny from Sunday through Wednesday. So I was thinking that I could drive to a campground near home, put up the tent, take my lounge chair and some books and regroup. Run away from home for a while. It costs $20 a night. Pretty cheap for therapy. Wednesday will be tough--an appt with my mother's urologist in the early afternoon which leads right into my daughter's MRI for her jaw. Not my favorite way to spend the day.

The storm and afternath

The rain beating on the garage roof, and sheets of rain blowing in all directions making it necessary to close the windows, the drumming on the plastic tarp covering the broken window--it was so exciting! And now the sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Just what I needed to break up the ho-hum existence of day-to-day living--work at the flower shop, laundry, sweeping, vacuuming, cooking. However, I derive comfort from writing my secret thoughts in my personal journal. And I am still hoping to get away for a few hours of therapy. Perhaps tomorrow?

After the storm

The sun shining on a rain washed world, the birds chirping.

The thunderstorm

Sheets of rain blowing in all directions, rain beating off the garage roof, drumming on the tarp covering the broken convertible window