“And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These golden days I'd spend with you”
Maxwell Anderson (American Playwright, 1888-1959)
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Day Three Hundred Nine 2011
“And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These golden days I'd spend with you”
Maxwell Anderson (American Playwright, 1888-1959)
Friday, November 4, 2011
Day Three Hundred Eight 2011
Happy TGIF!
"No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds -
November!"
- Thomas Hood, No!
"No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member -
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds -
November!"
- Thomas Hood, No!
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Day Three Hundred Seven 2011
This is Snuggles, also known as Persian, and also known as Butter. He is the resident cat at the assisted living home where my mom lives. My hubby Neil, sister Ann and I were having lunch with our mom today, and Snuggles was all comfy stretched out on one of the chairs by the table. I’m surprised he didn’t smell the Krystal burgers and come begging for a bite. He looks like he’s singing in this picture. When he first came to the residence, they wouldn’t even let him inside the door. Now he apparently owns the place. Isn’t that just like a cat?
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Day Three Hundred Six 2011
Hubby Neil has been working, off and on over the past several months, installing old-fashioned tin (actually aluminum) ceiling tiles in our living room. Today he placed the final tile. I told him he should sign it, so he did—our names, the date, and a smiley face for good measure.
The last one goes in place. Hooray! Now he has to install the cornice all the way around. Stay tuned.
This afternoon, grandson Elijah wanted to jump in the leaves. So Grandpa handed him a rake, and Elijah got to work, raking a pile of leaves to jump in.
His mom got in on the action, too, to make the work go faster.
Elijah takes a leap! All that hard work paid off in big time fun.
Grand daughter Shelby jumps in with a hot pink flourish. Jumping in a pile of November leaves is a rite of passage for any child who is blessed to have a pile of leaves. Today couldn’t have been a more perfect day for it.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Day Three Hundred Five 2011
"If my heart can become pure and simple like that of a child, I think there probably can be no greater happiness than this." ~~ Kitaro Nishida
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