Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Celebrating a lazy day ~

It's Friday - time to Celebrate the small things.

Our  bloghop director:

Lexa Cain

Our co-hosts:

LG Keltner @ Writing off the Edge

Katie @ TheCyborgMom

I  love this blog hop!

We are celebrating those small achievements we've had for our week!  Sharing about health, wealth, writing, family, or school... you name it, and we'll celebrate with you!  We do this by hopping to each other's blogs, offering congratulations. And for those times you need encouragement, this is the best blog hop group ever!! We are empathy, en masse! 

Consider joining us by adding you name at Lexa Cain's blog site.

What am I celebrating?

A very lazy day with beauty! The sun is out but the  temperature is cooler than previous days. Such a blue, blue sky! I love watching flowering plants cast their seeds in the breeze. My gazebo is a haven for song birds. It doesn't get any better than this.

I hope everyone has a fun celebration day! 
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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Vacation Scams

Summer is close by and the vacation ads are swarming like bees. Be sure and do your research on that supposed, lovely, 'two for one' cruise.

Speaking of cruise, I'm off to the backyard where more mulch has arrived. Looks like my summer vacation destination remains at home. Oh well, we all know, there's no place like... a free mulch pile. Right?

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Finale ~ Bird Plaque

What a sad moment... seeing my painted bird plaque on the concrete patio in a thousand pieces. I sat down at the picnic table, feeling a little choked up, while trying to maintain my composure. After all, the child didn't mean to break it.

I put the second clear coat on the bird plaque this morning. There was such a nice breeze outside. I left it to dry. Stepping into the house for a glass of juice only took a few seconds. At my door I was greeted by an neighbor, saying hello. Her grandson was in her yard a few feet away, but he stepped onto my large block wall, picking up the painted bird plaque.

I think what came out of my mouth was, "Uh - wet paint, honey."

The neighbor, Grandmother began to yell, "Put that down now!" And he did.

I suspect it was still so wet, it slipped then flipped, out of his hands. It landed four feet down onto the ground - the concrete patio.

Now to handle the aftermath. I know from prior research that the plaque is between 20-30 years old. I haven't found anything comparable to it. My client doesn't seem to be upset. She thinks she may have something else she'd rather have done - like a painting on canvas.

Life goes on... and the birds are finally free to fly away.