I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Monthly Archives: July 2016
“I only worked one day last week and Mrs. A. called me yesterday and said she didn’t need me this week either. So I guess you are going to have to order me some shoes and some underclothes. I am … Continue reading
The dust storm rolls in Cow pies lie dangerously wet, slick and unseen. Dear Friends, perhaps I’ve been loose too long. But I’m a farmer’s daughter and this is how pie and dust fit together for me! *************** Ronovan’s Writes Weekly … Continue reading
The old fence is frail But serves nobly as a reminder – boundaries matter. ********** Fences are built to keep danger away as well as to keep safety within, or they may keep danger within and provide safety without. Either way … Continue reading
Sammy, my love, we are growing old. We have now had one birthday each every year, for a mighty lot of years. I’m glad we are still doing them together. Sometimes now you even grunt as you roll off the … Continue reading
Happy July 16, 2016 to all my Blogging Friends, from me right here in the Mustang Library. I was going to do some serious reading but got bogged down with Walmart Shoppers pictures. Result: Lost serious reading e-mail time! Anyway … Continue reading
Time for growing old? For me? That’s a mystery. Found in next decade. ******* So I had to use part of my library time with this today. Just to show you I may be down but I’m not out. Ronovan’s challenge … Continue reading
Blogging Friends, a word of explanation. My computer crashed. I’m at the library right now so I can let you all know. At my age, you might think I had cramps in my fingers or a muddled brain. Nope, thank … Continue reading
MAN’S PERSPECTIVE: So here I sit. In the doghouse, my stomach churning after the spat with my wife. She is a hard one to figure out, a protean woman if there ever was one. One day all is well, she … Continue reading
WITH LOVE TO SAMMY, 63 YEARS Home, fortunate to be my pleasant place; my hubby and I talk face to face. Home, all my belongings there I stash; got a lot of stuff, just not cash. Home, cars can … Continue reading
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