Receiving packages
Receiving packages is fun too!!!
Receiving packages is fun too!!!
I just left the post office and mailed three packages. One is a birthday gift. One a St. Patrick’s Day box and the other a surprise. Sorry Luisa, my faithful reader, there is not one for you. Somehow that seems wrong. One day I will surprise you. 🙂 It makes me so happy to mail […]
Originally posted on taste of colours:
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It’s a cold, blue-gray day. I am inside and warm. I just had lunch and am moving along on my work projects. I am happy and healthy and grateful. How’s your day going? 🙂
Source When I was a kid I liked to go to the bank with my mother. It wasn’t for the lollipops. I liked those, of course, but it was for something else. It was the deposit slips. Back then, they were two parts with carbon sheets. I loved filling them out. I guess I’ve always liked […]
Source I really like to write. Poetry. Books. Letters. But sometimes I get all freaked out about writing. I procrastinate. I dread. Right now I’m tackling a project for work. It’s Saturday and I’m behind on it and I sat down to write. I think of all that can go wrong and I get stifled. I […]
Here’s to making some small efforts today. I know I have some in mind: a little work for my job, cleaning the basement, cooking something using leftover vegetables from the week and tidying! Superwoman here I come!
I don’t want to see the movie. Being drawn towards modesty, purity, the covenant of marriage, wholesomeness, and privacy prevents me from wanting this in my life. I am not a prude. I believe that sex is beautiful within marriage. I don’t believe in pornography or violence against women. This movie is being talked about. […]
Source I had been loyal to nothing except the langauge of flowers. If I started lying about it, there would be nothing left in my life that was beautiful or true. The Language of Flowers Vanessa Diffenbaugh