Thursday, November 23, 2023

 I have a lot to be thankful for this year:  Lunch with the ladies is always fun.  50 degrees on a beach in Carmel Ca is warmer than 50 degrees in WA.  Playing in the sand with the grandkids is priceless.  Spending an evening celebrating my younger son Michael's birthday with family and his friends is always a treasure.  Having a husband who sends anniversary flowers across the country when you can’t celebrate together.  When lightning hit my daughter Kelly’s house and two gas lines in the house are punctured but doesn’t blow up you know God has a plan for your grandsons and yourself.  Camping out in an upscale hotel for two weeks, yes I got the grandkids and the parents got a break.  That my daughter Kelly could sleep in a hard plastic chair for hours and make me laugh while enduring cold feet.  Thankful to be in the right place at the right time.  When my son Michael rescues me from the airport and drives me two hours home the next day.  Thankfully we have great health insurance, Kaiser hotline, and two new doctors.  Blessed to have a new puppy Beau in the house who is relaxed, calm, and just wants to cuddle but growing fast.  Glad that Larry’s son Mike could deliver Beau to us from Montana.   Grateful to have Larry’s daughter Kim spend a few days.  Round two of grandma time with carpool, puppies, school fieldtrips, and Chapel in CA., then carpool, football, and jitsu classes, in AL. Racking up the air miles on Alaska, Delta, and American.  Thank you to  James and Nicole who made multiple trips to the airport on my crazy flying schedule.  Thankful for all the healthcare workers who have touched the lives of my family.  Thankful for good friends, church, and Refuge Service. Blessed to have a loving husband Larry, six wonderful kids: James, Nicole, Michael, Kevin, Kelly, Kyle, and four amazing grandkids.

Thank you God.

Wednesday, October 18, 2023

 I was sitting in the Seattle airport Monday night when a woman walked through and asked that everyone stand and clap for a group of Honor Flight Veterans who were on their way to Washington DC.  Everyone immediately rose and when the first veteran appeared everyone began smiling, clapping, and saluting.  Every veteran was escorted by a service member, some walked slowly, some were in wheelchairs, some seemed a bit dazed to be celebrated, and some saluted back.  No one moved in the terminal until the procession passed.  That six-hour layover before the last leg of my flight home was worth it to experience a chance to honor these veterans.

Thursday, August 25, 2022

 Our LG refrigerator quit working after 10 years.   We bought a Whirlpool side by side and only had to wait 5 days to have it delivered.  Now the nightmare begins.  It quit after a week…well sometimes the freezer works and the frig maintains a 68-degree temp occasionally dropping lower but not for long.  Home Depot says you only have 48 hours to figure out something doesn’t work for them to replace or refund so go talk to Whirlpool.  Whirlpool after 1 ½ on the phone says we will call you in 48 hours.  72 hours later I get an automated response saying they have no tech available to look at the frig and I can find my own repair person and pay out of pocket, and they will reimburse $100 for repair call and pay for the parts.  Whirlpool warranty says they will fix or replace…ha ha…don’t believe their written word. We have now filed a complaint with the state consumer protection agency. 

Friday, April 24, 2020

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Christmas Caroling Memories

Singing Christmas carols in church last night brought back wonderful memories. When I was in elementary school my dad and several other parents took a group of kids from the church Christmas caroling. We would drive to someone’s home and sing two or three songs and then drive to the next house. My dad had one of those deep voices and sometimes sang in the choir. Sadly, I did not inherit any musical talents but at the time I did not know that the only thing that mattered was being with my dad and forever I will hold that memory in my heart.

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Cherished, Broken, Glued, Found, Restored, Cherished



 A number of years ago I was at an estate sale at the end of the day.  I saw two blue and white dog figurines on the mantel.  When I picked them up I saw they had been broken and glued back together.  They spoke to me and were only a dollar for the pair.

One of the owners approached me and told me the story of these little dogs.  She said her parents were from Germany and they were some of the few things hey had brought with them when moving to America. 

When World War II broke out they were afraid that if their friends knew the figurines were from Germany they would think they were German sympathizers.  They were afraid just hiding them away would not be enough so they broke them, but then could not bear to dump the broken pieces, so they put them in a drawer hidden away.

Years after the war, they glued the little dogs back together and put them back on the mantel.  So sad that no one in the family knowing the history of these precious little dogs did not want to keep them, so I bought them.

My husband wrote the whole story up and we listed them on eBay with photos of the markings on the bottom and a clear understanding that they were broken and glued.  A dealer out of Los Angeles bought them for twenty dollars.  I was happy to sell them; he had the story of their history to pass on and I am sure he would restore them properly and they would be worth much more than he paid for them.

Even the broken can be mended, the history lives on, someone else will enjoy their beauty and love them as the original owners did.

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Jesus loves the little children


Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red, brown, yellow
Black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children
Of the world
Jesus died for all the children
All the children of the world
Red, brown, yellow
Black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus died for all the children
Of the world.
Jesus rose for all the children
All the children of the world
Red, brown, yellow
Black and white
They are precious in His sight
Jesus rose for all the children
Of the world
Words by C. Herbert Woolston, music by George F. Root
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