Outside my window... sunny and beautiful, with so many birds chirping!
I am thinking... when our sweet grand-daughter will be born (she is due 03/30).
I am thankful... for this beautiful weather. I needed the sunshine.
I am wearing... denim shorts and a light green w/ polka-dots short-sleeved shirt.
I am creating... a new address book. I hate that practically no one sends actual mail to friends and family anymore. I want to change that.
I am wondering... how long the bruising and pain from my fall will last. Kneeling during Mass yesterday really hurt.
I am reading... sadly, nothing at the moment, but am hoping to change that very soon.
I am hoping... my Dad's treatment for prostate cancer goes well. If you all could please pray for him, that all goes well, and also for my Mom, as she helps my Dad along this journey. Please also pray for a dear friend of mine's mother, who is 91 and has Alzheimer's. She fell and broke her femur, and as you can imagine, is in a lot of pain. Pray while they try to make the best decisions for her care and recovery.
I am learning... let stressful things go (not to successful thus far).
In my kitchen... I made an delicious dinner the other night, using a free jar of alfredo sauce I had received (and which my daughter said tasted horrible). I didn't want to waste it, so I made a shrimp scampi sauce, with fresh garlic, shallots, and cultured butter. I then combined it with the alfredo sauce, then added pasta. It was amazing!
In the homeschool room... in our usual, busy routine now.
A favorite quote for today... Just be yourself. Let people see the real, imperfect, flawed, quirky, weird, beautiful, magical person that you are. ~Mandy Hale
A peek into one of my days... this week I will be going all day everyday, running teen son to all his commitments. It's hectic, and tiring, but I know this season will soon end.
One of my favorite things... the return of so many birds, and flowers and trees trying to bloom. I think we have left winter behind at this point.
Postscript...
Poetictouch
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
~ Gustave Flaubert
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
~ Gustave Flaubert



















