Day Sixty 2013

Grandson Knox has no need of toys to amuse him. He’d rather play with anything that isn’t a toy. He sat on his ‘Pa’s’ lap for probably thirty minutes this evening, putting pens and pencils in this mug. Neil kept taking some back out, and Knox was happy to put them back in.
 
It's the simple things in life that are the most extraordinary; only wise men are able to understand them.
~Paulo Coelho

Day Fifty Nine 2013

Happy Birthday to my honey/hubby Neil who turned 62 today.

We enjoyed a yummy supper at Ocha Thai deli this evening (the only one missing is son in law Kerry) and will party tomorrow night with cake and ice cream for the birthday boy.

We attended grandson Elijah’s Vision Basketball awards this evening. What a great night for all the kids who played this season. This was Elijah’s first time playing basketball, and he loved it. He won a team trophy, as all the kids did, but also won a medal for memorizing all his Bible verses for this season. And each team had one member who won a special award called the Paul award for player who improved most during the season. Elijah won this award. I am so proud of you, Elijah! Loved watching all your games and looking forward to seeing you play again next year.

Day Fifty Eight 2013

All you need is …

… is all you need.
~John Lennon

Day Fifty Seven 2013

Here’s a fun fact for you:  Levi Strauss, a Bavarian immigrant who went to San Francisco during the Gold Rush, made his first pair of ‘jeans’ out of canvas. He was a tailor and an inventor. After I read this, I noticed that grandson Elijah, grand daughter Shelby and I were all wearing jeans today (even though none are Levis). So here’s to Levi Strauss (1829-1902), who’s birthday happens to be today. Without him, most of us would be running around naked on any given day of the week. I know I would.

Day Fifty Six 2013

“Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid A million buds but stay their blossoming And trustful birds have built their nests amid The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing Till one soft shower from the south shall bid And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.”

~Robert Bridges