Merry Christmas!

May your every wish come true.

Springtime in Autumn

Autumn is my favorite time of year. Cool mornings, knitting on the porch, approaching holidays, relief from searing temperatures, birthdays, socktoberfest - this time of year refreshes my soul. The best part of the season, however, are the colors. In the mountains, we take in these sights. But down here in the valley, it's plantin' time. Peach and pink and white and burgundy and purple and yellow and green. . .

. . .and orange.

Lost and. . .Still Lost.

A text conversation (textversation? convertextion?) with Daren.

Note: We use whole words and complete sentences when we text. Call us old-fashioned.


Daren: Did I leave my USB drive at the office the other night?

Me: Yes. I put it in the drawer.

D: Thanks. I'm losing my mind.

M: I put that in the drawer, too.

D: Still can't find THAT. I think it ran away.

M: Oh. I wonder whose mind is in the drawer then.

D: Mom's! :-D


Later that morning, mom told me for the 57423 time that she didn't know where her mind was.

I told her to look in the drawer.

The Right Thing to Say

The other day we all arrived home at the same time. I had picked Ceres up from school and Dave was finished working for the day. I noticed my husband looked tired and grumpy. Nevertheless, I was happy to see him. As he stumbled toward the front door, I addressed him.

Me: "I honey, you're home!"

Mr. Grumpy Pants: "Grumble, grumble."

Me: "I see that you come home to your family with and smile on your face and a spring in your step."

MGP: "Grumble, grumble."

At this point Ceres, my dear teenager, has lugged his cello out of the back of the car and chimes in.

Ceres: ". . . and a fart in your butt."

MGP: (smiles)

My dear husband's sour mood is lifted.

And I can't stop laughing.


The dreaded teenager years are turning out to be quite entertaining.