Day One Hundred Four 2012

Friday night life in my small town usually means people are looking for some place to eat. I just noticed I caught the time on the dashboard clock at 7:22. The days are certainly getting longer. Happy TGIF!

Day One Hundred Three 2012

If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page.
~Mark Houlahan

Day One Hundred Two 2012

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
~Robert Frost

Day One Hundred One 2012

The Hula Hoop lives! Two bored grand kids resorted to showing off their skills with this big plastic circle this afternoon after school. Elijah can't quite get the hang of it, so he used it as a jump rope. Shelby is very good at spinning it, even around her knees. Good to know they can still make their own fun in the sun.

Day One Hundred 2012

I searched for my lost shaker of salt, as Jimmy Buffett sings, but I couldn't find it anywhere. On Easter Sunday, my family gathered in the back yard and ate hard boiled eggs, passing around the shaker of salt. It never made it back to the kitchen, so this morning I searched all over the back yard and all around the swing where we were gathered, and I never could find it. This afternoon, I was sitting on the swing with grandson Knox, watching my two other grandpeeps Shelby and Elijah throw a Frisbee. I looked down and there it sat--my lost shaker of salt--on the swing where someone set it after all the hard boiled eggs were gone. As we say in the South, if it had been a snake, it would have bit me. Can you find the lost shaker of salt?