September 25, 2017
Sarah just pulled out of the driveway after being home for the weekend.
Always happy to see her come. Always sad to see her go.
Before she gets ready for take off . . .
her mechanic always makes sure to check the oil in her car and the air in the tires.
In addition to all the other things I appreciated about having Sarah in the house, she provided some much-needed technical assistance with several things I had been struggling with, one of which was to locate an extra 50,000 pictures on my computer when I could only find 10,000. (I was moving pictures between photo editing programs.)
It took her all of 4.6 seconds of key punching to find the missing photos and she didn’t even break a sweat or strain her brain. THAT is one of the reasons I had children. Free tech support.
While she gave me a tech lesson, Steve gave her a hand-tied bow tie lesson.
He wore a bow tie to church yesterday morning and afterward asked Sarah if she wanted to try untying the tie so that she could see what went into the tying of it.
The mysteries of a bow tie were (literally) unraveled.
I’m so thankful for these two people in my life who make every moment brighter.
I’m also thankful for a doggie who makes me smile with her funny ways.
Last week, I was changing the sheets on the bed and after getting the bottom sheet down, I got distracted and wandered off, laying a shirt on the bed as I went.
When I returned, my goofy dog had turned her back on the entire huge, empty bed . . .
and scrunched the entirety of her body onto the shirt. In other words, the sheet smelled like fabric softener and the shirt smelled like mom so, no contest, right?
After a short while, she got up off the shirt and came over to gaze at me and try (in her small pea-brain) to figure out just what I was doing.
And then when that got old, she figured it was about time for Steve to get home so she stared steadfastly at the door, using her great mind powers to gather him from the ends of the earth.
And wonder of wonders, it worked! A few minute later, he walked in the door.
God knew what he was doing when he made dogs, didn’t he? Love my little Yorkie gal.
In closing, I wanted to mention that our granddaughter, Madison, was diagnosed with pneumonia over the weekend. She’s been to see a doctor twice and will go again this morning. She is on steroids, antibiotics and breathing treatments in hopes of keeping her out of the hospital.
We appreciate your prayers for her and for her mom and dad since this is a difficult, worrisome time for them all.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.