Golly gee, I'll be darned, we've hit a few more happy milestones in our empty nest life. Our adult kids were officially welcomed to the 'big' table for Thanksgiving. After we ate, our youngest revealed her progress on the genealogy project making it easy to avoid any political conversations! She's made the project so colorful… Continue reading Golly Gee, Does it Take a Village to Revive Our Holiday Traditions?
Tag: Copper
How I was adopted by a pinup model
While the rest of the world debates the status of being fully-you-know-what, I've experienced first-hand a twist to being fully something in our little old circle of life. Not every person can say that this has happened to them. Even Mr. And, frankly, I feel quite blessed indeed. This past week I became fully adopted… Continue reading How I was adopted by a pinup model
Oranges, Paw Prints, and Drool Marks
My week started out in sorrow and ended with finding the answers to questions I had asked myself throughout the week. Or nearly a month before. As in oranges, GMO or organic. On August 1, I posted on Instagram that we had purchased a couple of oranges over a month before that. And they still… Continue reading Oranges, Paw Prints, and Drool Marks
My Reminiscing Ode to Copper
As I hold you in my arms, rocking you gently back and forth, I glance at the full moon in the sky. I see it between the slats in the mini-blind. Your breathing is nervously rapid, your head sways back and forth and you almost relax enough to close your eyes and rest your head… Continue reading My Reminiscing Ode to Copper
The week that ended with making chocolate
Is there any better way to end a blurry week than by making sugar-free chocolate? Okay, I guess there may be other things to do. . . However, it's a good time to experiment with chocolate and wine, especially when it's raining. And it's been raining. A LOT. In fact, as I type this morning,… Continue reading The week that ended with making chocolate
Mish-Mashing My Way to the Beach
Since my last post, I've had a mish-mash of thoughts about life. And fear. And faith. And beaches. And cauliflower mash. I really do like that stuff. Don't knock it until you try it. But yesterday, it wasn't enjoyable at first. When we discovered a container Mr. purchased with a punctured hole in the top,… Continue reading Mish-Mashing My Way to the Beach