Tuesday, March 28, 2017
I walked here today. From my house to the end of the lane and back is a third of a mile. I wondered how far it was and my daughter who has the MB degree told me to get an app that was free and it would tell me. I had walked 8 laps already thinking I had walked 2 miles...tada...it was more than that. I think I can walk here doing this if I just think of it like going around the track like I used to do. Oh, Erin has a Master Brain degree. She always has a AD degree. This one is "act dumb". She will usually says she does not know and then tells you something you had no idea was like that. She says she knows a little about a lot. Well, her mother is like that, too, but Erin's a lot is a lot more than my a lot is!
Monday, March 27, 2017
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Friday, March 24, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Well, I know he will be asking to go to the Creek. Wonder if they will get to?!!
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
If you like it hot, yesterday was your day...but if you like it cold, you would love today. I surely hope it does not go from hot to cold and skip spring, but it may happen that way.
It was almost ninety yesterday and not sixty today. Ingrid and Astrid came by. Astrid ordered shoes for the prom and they came. Ingrid wants a table for her record player and she was telling her Pop about it. We love having them. Astrid had a tail light out and Pop and she figured out what was the problem. He got the bulb today and said he will let her fix it so she will know how. One thing about Astrid...show her once and she knows.
Monday, March 20, 2017
A little stream flows through the hills,
Above it sings the whippoorwills.
In years gone by it heard the squeal
Of children's merry laughter peal,
As they would skip and slip and slide,
And watch the sunlit fishes glide
Over rocks and down the sandy side
Of the banks of the stream where the children bide
Their time on shimmering, summer days
And splash and play in the summer haze.
But a single strand of memory frays
And breaks the bonds of bygone days.
On the banks of the creek no one stays
Where the children played in the summer haze,
They all grew up and moved away
From the banks of the creek and children's play.
But sometimes, on a sunlit summer day,
Surely, thoughts return and memories stray
To the banks of the creek and children's play,
On a shimmering, sunlit summer's day.
Memories Copyright © 1988 by Fleta Aday.
All rights reserved.
Sister wrote this in 1988. Next year, that will be 30 years past. During that 30 years we have grown old. Still we are young at heart. When Erin said they went to Long Creek at Coin and Carrollton, Arkansas, memories of going to the creek when we were kids flashed through my head.
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Erin sent me pictures of the kids at Alum Cove. All turned wrong way. I went to Fleta's post about rotating photos and got Greta's fixed first time. Took me a while to get Clayton's. I had to rotate them 270 degrees. I am feeling really smug. I started to leave Clayton's upside down with the rocks on top of him...just for fun. But I got his right side up too. Will say it took about 5 tries to get Clayton's. I was putting the code in the wrong place. We had to learn this because Sister Patsy is no longer with us. I bet she is chuckling.