I received this text from my youngest with a link to this beautiful song. Way to make a “mum” cry. As I get older it feels like time has hopped onto a locomotive barreling down the track full throttle.
From Julie: This song makes me think of grandma Haslag and Hood. It makes me think of you to but your not gone from this world thank the good lord lol”
Ed Sheeran Supermarket Flowers
Friday, May 17, 2019
Friday, May 3, 2019
I’m just a coyote....
This story may be a repeat, but we just watched a news story about a spunky 105 year old, and it reminded me of my 85 year old friend, Dorothy. This story is one that needs to be told over and over again.
On most Tuesdays Dorothy and I quilt side by side, along with four other ladies. There is no telling where the conversation will go during the two hours we are together. Quilters lips are sealed about what is discussed while quilting... except the coyote story.
Years ago hubby Jim and I hosted an annual Christmas party with two other couples. Folks were encouraged to dress up and enjoy the fancy hors d’oeuvres, drinks, and conversation. I took a picture of Jim and Dorothy at one of these parties. Both were dressed to the nines and smiling big. It was a frame worthy photo, so I gave Dorothy a copy. We got to talking about how much fun those parties had been and Dorothy grinned and said she loved “that picture” and had it on her bookshelf. I couldn’t resist teasing her that she was “hitting on my man”. She batted her eyes and said, “you know, I’m just a coyote”. Errrr I think you might mean cougar?
On most Tuesdays Dorothy and I quilt side by side, along with four other ladies. There is no telling where the conversation will go during the two hours we are together. Quilters lips are sealed about what is discussed while quilting... except the coyote story.
Years ago hubby Jim and I hosted an annual Christmas party with two other couples. Folks were encouraged to dress up and enjoy the fancy hors d’oeuvres, drinks, and conversation. I took a picture of Jim and Dorothy at one of these parties. Both were dressed to the nines and smiling big. It was a frame worthy photo, so I gave Dorothy a copy. We got to talking about how much fun those parties had been and Dorothy grinned and said she loved “that picture” and had it on her bookshelf. I couldn’t resist teasing her that she was “hitting on my man”. She batted her eyes and said, “you know, I’m just a coyote”. Errrr I think you might mean cougar?
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
I have changed the name of my blog from My Loves, My Lives to Golden Wanderings. Sheepishly, I admit this was done by accident. But, as is often the case in the world of technology, once that OK button is hit, there is no going back. At first I was bummed, but then kind of pleased with the change.
When I first started blogging many years ago, my focus was on the day to day family happenings. We seem to have entered a somewhat different phase of life now. Where we used to see our kids and grandkids weekly, and sometimes more often, we now see them on the major holidays, the occasional birthday, and big events like Graduations, and soon to come, the first wedding of the new generation. The distance of thirty to sixty miles seems more like 1,000 when it comes to the busy lives of our family.
We find ourselves more at loose ends. I seem to wander from project to project, as does Jim. We also find ourselves more involved in Church (because we now have the time) and taking long drives, just because we can.
We sold our loved Casita (Tubby) several months ago. I still have a bit of regret over that decision, but within the next week or two we will take possession of our cargo trailer that was built to our specifications. Our expectations are that it will function better with our camping style. More on that as we figure things out.
When I first started blogging many years ago, my focus was on the day to day family happenings. We seem to have entered a somewhat different phase of life now. Where we used to see our kids and grandkids weekly, and sometimes more often, we now see them on the major holidays, the occasional birthday, and big events like Graduations, and soon to come, the first wedding of the new generation. The distance of thirty to sixty miles seems more like 1,000 when it comes to the busy lives of our family.
We find ourselves more at loose ends. I seem to wander from project to project, as does Jim. We also find ourselves more involved in Church (because we now have the time) and taking long drives, just because we can.
We sold our loved Casita (Tubby) several months ago. I still have a bit of regret over that decision, but within the next week or two we will take possession of our cargo trailer that was built to our specifications. Our expectations are that it will function better with our camping style. More on that as we figure things out.
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