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 I had something totally different that I had planned to write today, but then I received an e-mail with this video attached. The Path of a Warrior I also watched the Memorial Day Concert from The Capitol.  It was very moving and brought tears to my eyes with each tribute. Both of these made me think about how far we have gotten away from celebrating the true meaning of Memorial Day.  How many people truly know what this day is all about?  Do we celebrate because it's a day off of work, a long weekend, the beginning of summer, picnic or BBQ? Or do we truly remember why this special day was created? When I was growing up, this day was called "Decoration Day" - we decorated the graves of those who died fighting for our country.  And then the name was changed to "Memorial Day" - a day set aside to remember the loss of those who fought for our freedom.  My Dad was very active in the American Legion and Mom in the Auxiliary.  Because of them,...

Whenever Mom is home, I don't get a whole lot of rest.  You see, I have to keep an eye on her at all times.  I really worry about her and don't want her out of my sight.  I love my Dad too, but I'm pretty much like him and don't get too concerned about things - unless Mom is around.  Dad is more content to sit at the computer or watch TV, but Mom...  Well, she is constantly on the move.  So when she's home, I have to keep one eye open and be ready to move at a moment's notice. We have to go outside to read on the back deck or front porch.  Or sometimes we go out to wash the car - I really like that because I get to roam the yard.  Then she heads upstairs to make cards or scrapbook.  That's another favorite spot of mine (and usually where I sleep when it's only me and Dad).  About the time I get all comfy, off she goes to do something else.  In the early morning (when I should really be sleeping), she heads downstairs to exercise...

What to write? My mind is blank Nothing exciting (or unexciting) has happened Hubby's suggestions fall flat Just the mundane, slow paced life But wait, I have so much to be thankful for I got phone calls and cards for Mother's Day I have good health, with just a few aches & pains thrown in I have family and friends who surround me with love I have my faith in a loving God who blesses me daily I have time to sit and read   or do my crafts, or do nothing I have a beautiful home situated in a great area I have our dog, Max, who is a joy I have a writing community who reads and comments I have exciting times to look forward to   A trip to Florida with family   A visit from family in August   A second trip to Guatemala So even though I don't have anything   to write about, I have lots to be thankful for.

Two little girls Four year old Dancing Smiling Jumping Running Time to open presents Is it for M or Is it for P Open the card first Tear into packages Paper flying everywhere One present and then the next Excitement Hugs & thanks And that was only the family party Then came Saturday - the Big Party Day They awoke to a bouncy house on the front lawn Can we get in now? They jumped a while and then off to the Farmers Market and the Big Truck exhibition More jumping Running Playing Opening presents Eating cake More jumping Until it was time to deflate it. According to M & P - This was the best birthday EVER! P.S.  The M & M pillow was a big hit.  

I had seen them briefly a couple of weeks ago and thought to myself that I needed to get the feeders out.  But it turned cooler and I forgot.  Last week I was sitting on the front porch reading and first one went buzzing by and then another hovered directly in front of me, as if to say, "Where's our juice?  Did you forget about us?"  Off they flew.  Back and forth several more times.  I got the hint.  I went inside, got the feeders, filled them and hung them.  They seemed to sense that I had done what they asked. Trying to get pictures of them feeding or hovering is quite a fete.  I did manage to get one as he briefly took a sip and them zoom, he was off. Another came by and was ready to land.  They have been giving me a show all day long.  Two of them swooping, chasing, playing, sipping and off again. To sit on the tree branch. And then along came the woodpecker to pose for me.  He, at least, sat still lo...

Fifteen years ago when I retired from Elgin Sweeper, I was presented with a "M & M pillow".  It had arms and legs, eyelashes and weighed in at about 5 pounds.  Everyone from Sweeper autographed it and it has been a wonderful memory of a great place to work with some fantastic people.  It had found a place on the loft and I didn't pay a lot of attention to it until... Last summer when Michelle & the girls were visiting.  M discovered the "M & M guy" one day and had to bring it downstairs.  It was almost bigger than her.  Of course, since there was only ONE "M & M guy", there were battles, so "M & M" had to be put up.  Problem solved.... After they left, I thought it was time to dismantle the "M & M guy" and just keep the shell - you know trying to downsize.  This is what she looked like dismantled. Occasionally last fall, M & P (especially M) would ask where the "M & M guy" was. ...

Goodreads Summary:  " For much of her life, Anne Morrow, the shy daughter of the U.S. ambassador to Mexico, has stood in the shadows of those around her, including her millionaire father and vibrant older sister, who often steals the spotlight. Then Anne, a college senior with hidden literary aspirations, travels to Mexico City to spend Christmas with her family. There she meets Colonel Charles Lindbergh, fresh off his celebrated 1927 solo flight across the Atlantic. Enthralled by Charles’s assurance and fame, Anne is certain the celebrated aviator has scarcely noticed her. But she is wrong. Charles sees in Anne a kindred spirit, a fellow adventurer, and her world will be changed forever. The two marry in a headline-making wedding. Hounded by adoring crowds and hunted by an insatiable press, Charles shields himself and his new bride from prying eyes, leaving Anne to feel her life falling back into the shadows. In the years that follow, despite her own major achieveme...