This is Not Dieting Weather

I must remind myself never to begin a diet when the weather is as vile as it has been in my corner since the second day of summer. We have not seen 60F since; we hover in the 50s and below. When neighbors walk by, they can hear my teeth chattering. I mean it. I am not a happy camper. I probably need a pill or something...perhaps a lot of pretty colored ones like *these.* Since Nan saved everything, I might even be able to find some in one of those boxes possibly some with the lettering printed in black and not white as one sees today. Now that is something I do not remember. Must ask John.

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Speaking of John, he was just reading his paper at nine minutes to the hour when he discovered that the library sale was on today and that it'd be all over at the top of the hour. He took off so fast, I never saw him leave. Perhaps I'll have something to share when he returns. I doubt that they're going to hold it open just for him to browse. But who knows? It's quarter past the hour now.

Other than unpacking boxes, repacking boxes, absorbing, and trying to behave on this diet, there's not much going on just now. I always wondered when bloggers announced a serious writing block. Mine has arrived.

Going back to my rainy day read: In the Company of Others by Jan Karon. I've read less than stellar reviews, though it's reading fine for me. I like quiet, descriptive reads with a bit of meat and a bit of mead and a bit of sweet. It's raining in Ireland, too.

Since John has not yet returned, I'll wish you a happy weekend. Hope that the sun is shining where you are, unless you're desperate for the rain.

No Yard Sale Please

Please forgive me. I don't really know whether I'm coming or going; I may say things that make no sense. I had to delete an entire nonsensical post and this one could be right behind it. I am truly out of the loop; have no idea what is going on in the world beyond my own driveway; just thought I should pop in so that no one would worry.

Nothing much is new other than the tornado that blew through and dropped a flea market in my dining room.

Windowsill

Dining Table

Somewhere or other, I said that I couldn't get rid of stuff. Wrong! I can! Whatever doesn't get absorbed by family is being donated. No one has the energy for a yard sale.

Boxes to Donate

And more to donate

It's time to allow others to enjoy these treasures.

Have a wonderful Thursday!

June 18, 2011

Edited to Add: Please feel free to snag this sheet music graphic for use in any art project.

We've come to the end of a lovely weekend. Perfect weekend? No, but sweet all the same.

It rained off and on all Saturday morning. Each time it rained, the steamy terrarium effect would heighten until I was ready to jump in the cooler with the cold drinks. By two in the afternoon at the graveside, the sun was beating down upon our heads until a large cloud covered it for us and cooler breezes began to blow. It was a moment of sweet relief.

So, yes, the weather gave me fits. When we realized that we couldn't depend on it, John and I cleaned up the garage and arranged seating and serving tables there. Now that definitely was not perfect, though it was where everyone congregated preferring the garage over the house.

My grands requested games. We always play games so this day should not be any different; my mother would have approved.

The day ended with a cold front coming through and torrential downpours. My cousin and his wife heading home east to New Brunswick ran into hail and powerful thunder and lightning storms and my uncle and aunt heading home to the west did as well. Both men were concerned for the paint jobs on their respective vehicles. They should have stayed longer with us and played in the pool as the grands did. :D

Finally, some odds and ends of the day.

Yes, that's John in the top row about to get zapped by my aunt who is after a mosquito (yes, a likely story). She missed and clobbered John right in the head. He said that he never felt a thing. :D

It is my fond hope to visit and catch up a bit in Blogdom; however, my sister is here and going through boxes with her seems to be the prudent thing to do.

Have a great Monday...

Happy Father's Day

Children are a heritage from the LORD,
offspring a reward from him.  ~Psalm 127:3

Yesterday, as I looked across at each family member's sweet face, I thought of this heritage I enjoy for I am truly blessed to belong to such a family as my own with all its foibles. We are someone's heritage and our children and grandchildren are ours. God is awesome! He knew that family would be just what we need to belong. I'm so glad that I belong to His.

Blessings this Father's Day!

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