Thursday, February 26, 2015

Friday Letters-February 27th Edition

I'd love to have you join me for Friday Letters. You may copy and use my postcard if you would like. And sign the link-up too!
Dear Heather (from Fidelity): Thank you for finally helping me today with my 1099. It was my third call. And for the third time one of those sweet, young girls told me that my 1099's were already mailed. I have been waiting since January 15, 2015 (after the first call) and still do not have the 1099's. Thank you for listening and FINALLY getting what I was trying to say!! And to think they will be delivered tomorrow is more than I could have hoped for.
Dear Spam: The kind you eat. Not the kind that fills up my e-mail folder. I know that many people do NOT like you. But this sandwich with mayo and sliced cheese is really, really hitting the spot. And with my ice cold glass of Peach Tea...oh to die for!
Dear Turkey Hill Peach Tea: I know that you have no idea why my eyes filled with tears as I lifted the glass to my lips. And why, at the first taste, I started to cry. It is because you were Richard's favorite drink. And this was the first quart I have purchased since he died. It's not you, peach tea, just the memories. You taste just as wonderful as you always did. 
Dear Grocery Store Sack Boy: Imagine my surprise when I was putting away the groceries to find those strawberries, cucumbers, and fresh asparagus! No, I didn't buy them. No, they weren't on my shopping receipt. And I'll bet the person who did buy them was surprised to not get home with them. But thank you grocery store for allowing me to keep them. I would have brought them back. I don't know when. But it was nice of you to tell me to just keep them! We will enjoy fresh fruit and vegetables this week. And that is always why I check to see if I got all of my bags before I leave the store. 
I hope all of you have a good weekend ahead of you. We have snow and ice moving into the area again. For the third weekend in a row. Stay warm and stay safe. And link up your letters below.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Throwback Thursday

Oh the memories that Throwback Thursday can bring to us. This is a picture of Danny and Justin in 1976. Danny was 5 and Justin not quite yet 1. Danny is wearing his dad's hat...he was a correctional officer at our local prison. Justin looks like he just want to get his hands on that hat. Get a load of that sofa. Wasn't it colorful. That was part of my first living room set. I had a Spanish theme going on. Don't you love that bullfighting picture on the wall? Wonder what became of that. .....

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

The Thin Gold Band

Recently, while surfing the wonderful world of blogs, I read a post at my friend Jen's, We're Living a Full Life, entitled "With This Ring I Remember." It was about her grandmother's engagement ring. I was  reminded of the story behind my mother-in-law's wedding band. I had to share the story.

My mother-in-law died at the age of 93. She was a very dear friend of mine. All the years Richard and I lived together (before marriage) I would ask her at Christmas what she would want and she always answered with the same thing: "I want you to make an honest man of my son and marry him." The day we walked into her kitchen and Richard introduced me as his wife will always be one of my favorite days on earth. She was beyond happy. Sadly, she only lived four years longer.

Her ring
After her death, while we were cleaning her house and preparing the estate for auction, I found a very tiny envelope tucked away in her jewelry box. She didn't own designer jewelry. Mostly costume pieces. Nothing worth much money. But inside this small envelope, along with a folded piece of paper, was a very thin band of 18K gold. And it had been cut. I carefully unfolded the piece of paper and found in her beautiful penmanship:

   "first time off my finger in 48 years."

Richard said that he could remember the day the ring was cut from her finger. She had injured her hand and was taken to the emergency room. The swelling in the finger made it necessary for them to cut off the slender band of gold. She wanted it taken to the jewelry store and repaired. But her husband instead bought her a new wedding set. Something she had never owned. Diamonds and gold. And just before their 50th wedding anniversary! Of course she was thrilled. We buried those rings with her. The original band of gold took up residence in her jewelry box for me to find in the summer of 2000.

I asked her daughters (and her granddaughters) if they would like to have the ring. None of them did. I was very surprised. It was the band of gold their father had so carefully placed on their mother's finger a half century or more in the past. It held no meaning to them. I asked Richard if I could have it. He got it repaired...they had to place a tiny bit of gold so that it would be my size...and then he put it on my ring finger.

I wore it there, along with my wedding set, until the summer of 2014. That is when I lost the diamond from my engagement ring. Now only that slender band of gold is proudly worn on my ring finger. I think of her each time I look at it. I think of Richard each time I look at it. I think of all the many, many years of love these men bestowed upon us, their ladies. We were a lucky couple of ladies. For sure.

Time Periods of Ten on Tuesday

Ten on Tuesday: Carol has asked us to list Ten Time Periods I would Want to Visit if I had a Hot Tub Time Machine:

1. The 1800's in a covered wagon coming to the middle of America. But not for very long because I love the conveniences I have in my current life.

2. 1910-1920...My dad was born in 1910 and I would love to have been there with him when he was a boy. To see what his life was life. And to question what went wrong.

3. 1920's....I would have made a wonderful flapper girl. And I could have seen my mom's early years too.

4. 1912...I would want to be on the Titanic as it set sail. What a wonderful experience that would have been. I would have wanted to be a survivor. Such a story to share with the granchildren.

5. Early 1959...rewritten the story of my dad's death.

6. All of the 1960' relive my teen years. To have more fun. To study harder. To live on my own. To put marriage off much longer. To be a flower child!

7. The early 1970' relive the births of my boys. To hold them closer. Hug them tigher. Not hurry them to grow up. And never let them go.

8. Summer of 1977...when I first met Richard and knew he would change my life forever. I would hold him tighter, kiss him longer, and cherish all of our moments together.

9. Spring of 1983...when I graduated nursing school. When there was still a fire in my belly and a desire to save all of mankind. Before I became jaded and pessimistic about healthcare.

10. 2025...Paige and Harley will be 25 and Darian will be 27. I want just the briefest glimpse of what they become. How their lives turn out. Then zoom me right back to today, February, 24, 2015.

Where would you go and what would you like to live through?

Monday, February 23, 2015

My Simple Woman's Daybook February 23rd Edition

FOR TODAY...February 23, 2015

Outside my window...It is really bright. Because the ground is covered with the snow we received yesterday. It is partly cloudy. And only 14* but feels like 5* due to the windchill. Snow is one thing. But freezing is another! Looking forward to the warmth of spring. 

I am thinking...that I really spend a lot of time thinking and hoping for spring. I know that I should relish everyday. But I long for warmth. Maybe I should be looking at warm places to live. Only 3 1/2 more years of Harley in high school and maybe I can think about moving. Hmmm....something to ponder. 

I am thankful...for all that I have. Life could be so much worse. Couldn't it?

In the kitchen...


Tuesday...Harley's last home BB game Hot-dogs

Wednesday...Church for the kids

Thursday...Chicken Wraps and Mexican rice

Friday...Harley's Last BB game of the season


I am wearing...what I always wear. Grey pants today with royal blue tee!

I am creating...nothing!

I am take today off. I am finding that I need a day to myself after a weekend. I am struggling with weekends right now. I find myself always on the verge of tears. Don't really know why. 

I am wondering...why so many actors/actresses find the need to make their thank you speeches so political. Just say "Thank you" and leave the stage!

I am reading...Grey Mountain by John Grisham.

I am hoping...this book will be as good as most of his are.

I am looking forward to...the end of winter sports!!!

I am learning...that life is hard! And it doesn't get any easier. And that's just the way it is!

Around the house...I don't want to do anything. One of those days. So I am going to sit and read. 

I am pondering...what I will do with myself once this second batch of kids leave home.

A favorite quote for today...

One of my favorite my heart walking around outside my body....

A few plans for the rest of the week:
Scouts and Basketball!!

A peek into my day...

These girls shoveled snow for me yesterday....

Let's all get on over to The Simple Woman's Blog  and share some love for the ladies and their weekly entry.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

To Kill A Mockingbird

The overview from Barnes and Noble:


Lawyer Atticus Finch defends the real mockingbird of Harper Lee's classic, Puliter Prize-winning novel—a black man charged with the rape of a white woman. Through the eyes of Atticus's children, Scout and Jem Finch, Harper Lee explores with rich humor and unanswering honesty the irrationality of adult attitudes toward race and class in the Deep South of the 1930's.

I can't believe I had never read this classic. I was sure that once I started reading it I would remember it. But I didn't!

It was a good book. Not, in my mind, a GREAT book. I did enjoy it. I found that it lost me at times with boring descriptions of things I was not sure really added to the story. I found the characters to be well developed although somewhat elusive. And the one of the main characters behind the story you hardly even heard  of until the trial. (Tom Robinson) The story being told through the eyes of a small girl made have been some of the reason that the story felt like it just didn't flow from the beginning to the end. I was extremely disappointed in the ending. After all the big build up for the trial it just ended in a whimper as far as I was concerned. I guess I understand why this is considered a 'great' classic but it won't stick me with me the way Grapes of Wrath will. 

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Friday Letters-February 20th Edition

I'd love to have you join me for Friday Letters. You may copy and use my postcard if you like. And sign the link-up too. Or just write your letters and tell me in the comments so I can come and read yours.

Dear Dentist office receptionist: I did not make an appointment for the kids to have their teeth cleaned on Wednesday. I don't know why you have them on your appointment book. Don't yell at me because we didn't show up. I keep very nice records of ALL my appointments and I did not "simply forget". And you should try being nicer to your clients or I can find another dentist. There are plenty in town. Thank you kindly!

Dear JV Basketball coach: Thank you so much for talking with Harley on the bus ride home on Monday (she was the only player to ride the bus home). You have lifted her spirits and given her more hope for becoming a valuable player than she has gotten all season from the head BB coach. It is coaches like you who will make a 'real' difference in a young person's life. You ROCK!

Dear gorgeous and oh so cheap tulips: You are only getting more beautiful as the week goes along. I am so happy to have you here this week bringing me so much happiness. 

Dear Myra: My beautiful and wonderful blogging friend. This picture is for you. 

Richard and Paige...she was just a couple months old and we were showcasing their matching 'hair-dos'. You can see that it is a puzzle. He got the puzzle for Christmas and put it together, then we glued it. A very special gift for him and now I cherish it. One day I will pass it on to Paige. Thanks, Myra, for asking about it this week.

Dear Mother Nature: What would Friday be without a letter to you? No, No, No, please don't bring us ice tomorrow. Anything but ice. Please! Pretty, pretty please! I don't drive on ice. I don't like ice that ruins my trees. And ice on the electric wires scares me to death. As in no electricity means no heat! So, please, we won't be offended if you skip this visit.

Won't you join me with your Friday Letters and link them all below?