Hello, my friends. This post is coming to you completely off the top of my head, in no particular order and what few images there are all came from my cell phone.
First off, I want to state that I should not have bought that bag of Keebler Grasshopper cookies. I guess I wanted to see if they really tasted like the girl scout thin mint cookies. But seriously, I really didn’t need to know. That they do. Especially after you put them in the freezer. And now I know that they’re excellent on top of vanilla ice cream. This is also something I did not need to know.
I took this image of my side view mirror one day last week in the early morning, while driving down the driveway heading to work. I always roll down the window so that I can wave goodbye until I reach the bend and he can’t see me anymore. That’s my husband just to the right of the orange Element, waving back. It’s what we have done every day for several years.
I broke down and bought a new smart phone last Friday. I went to the Verizon store, marched up to the counter, and asked to see the iPhone 5 which I was determined to get. I had done some research and had thought it was what I wanted. I came home with the Samsung Galaxy S4, however, which I am in love with.
I am an Android girl.
Did I mention that it has a 13 megapixel camera?
Every evening, George and I go outside while my husband takes his after-dinner nap on the couch. George chases squirrels, sniffs around the edges of the property, finds his frisbee and brings it to me while I water the container plants, freshen the water in the bird baths, and fill the feeders with seed. It’s become a nice kind of ritual doing all the little chores that my husband used to do. I know he would love to be able to still do them.
So this is some little thing my phone does with the camera. I was walking around the property, snapping pictures and inadvertently touched something on the top of the screen that I couldn’t seem to make go away. It put this little picture in the corner, and without my reading glasses on, I couldn’t tell what it was. But then I realized it was my finger and by the time I took the picture, there I was in the shot.
Our son is coming out at the end of the month to stay the weekend with his father so that I can go visit my niece in Philadelphia. My sister and her other daughter will be there as well and we’re planning on having a girls night at home. I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to seeing them and just getting away for a night and a day.
One of the first grade teachers brought me a gift and a card this week. In the card, she told me how much my help and kindness has meant to her over the years. She thanked me again for a print I had given her that she has hanging in her classroom. She said that it calms her just to look at it. It’s a black & white image of a stand of trees with bare branches that I had completely forgotten I had given to her. I then remembered that I did it when she was having a hard time of it earlier this year. The gift she gave to me was a book on photography, specifically the art of photographing trees.
I love trees.
I nearly cried.
Kindness really does matter.
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And on that note, I bid you farewell.
Until next time, my friends . . .