I subscribe to the daily paper on weekends only.  

It didn't come this morning.

I was a bit upset.

Normally it doesn't bother me.

Well, at 6 o'clock

this evening I was reading the obits and such online and came across this article

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sad to say

he was raised by two of the most honest people I know,
and he was one of my favorite little boys!

Here's to you, BEV!

I do love Dr. Pepper.  I just can't drink it too often or my kidneys kick me.

My mom used to drink it when she was ironing.  None of us kids liked it, so she knew that she could have something to enjoy all to herself!  Back then the bottles were green and showed a circle with 10 . 2 . 4. .

When we moved to St. G you couldn't find it (or any ingredients to fix Mexican food - my golly, we were so behind the times), and when my in-laws came to visit from Texas they brought a few cases with them!

I wear lots of hats figuratively - but not too often literally.

I wore hats a bit when I was a very young woman.  My first husband quite liked buying them for me.  I did look pretty snazzy in them.    I had a black velvet on that I especially liked, and a red one that was really classy.  Sorry, no pics.

The hat on the left was given to me by my oldest sister - I added the scarf.  I love it because she gave it to me!

HERE'S MY SIGN

 BUT i REALLY like

THIS

SIGN!

Objects in mirror are CLOSER than they appear.

Now that's a close up!

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Subject in mirror appears larger

than subject likes to believe!
Please, no close ups for me ~ I don't even like far aways!

What's on my PLATE?
 LOTS!

I'm sure we all have full plates with kids, grand kids,  some of us - husbands, keeping up a home, a job outside the home, church callings, serving neighbors, volunteering, running errands, trying to keep in shape (round is a shape), or get in shape, and on and on and on!  Well here's to FULL PLATES!  That means were doing what we are meant to be doing!

My plate tonight was literally FULL of yummy goodness...

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This is the gas gauge in my car this morning.

I made it to work and back to the station around the corner from my house on empty.

She is full, now.

I love my car.

MORNING

My favorite time of day is morning.

 

I love opening the french door onto the patio 

watching the changing colors in the sky as the birds chirp - just warming up for the sweet songs to come.

There is still a little crispness in the air.  The soft fragrance of the roses floats in with a touch of the musty scent of the river. 

It is a quiet time - a time of grateful prayer and introspect.

I cherish mornings.

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...that is UNTIL

I started seeing this on my drive to work.

Not every morning, mind you, but enough to make me say...

Getting up at 3:30 AM

to drive to work at 4:30 AM

to be there at 5 AM

after working 'til 10:00 PM the night before is making me older than I want to be.

And it messes with my mornings!

Patriotic songs make me cry.

I get a lump in my throat when the flag goes by.

So blessed to live in this promised land.

So much beauty...

America is GRAND!

I just breathe in her beauty every day.
Blue skies and puffy white clouds.  Red sandstone mountains.

I am so thankful for this creation that splashes it's colors at me, and scents the air with fragrant blooms. It cools me with soft breezes, and tickles my toes with textures of freshly mowed grass, or cool sand, or slick rocks.  It refreshes me with gentle rain and trickling streams.  It stirs my passion with thunder and lightning.

Sunlight and shadow, winter and summer, spring and fall... all these contrasts humble me and fill my soul with gratefulness for the Creator of all this

BEAUTY.