Category Archives: Thinking

It’s 9:30 o’dark and I am one tired old broad. The cell phone got some use after Sunday Service.  I was in the church parking lot looking at one completely very flat tire on the the passenger side rear. Thar’s … Continue reading →

Our church building has floor space under a skylight which I call the Fellowship Area.  In the days when I was the church janitor, my sons and I called it “the Acres” because it takes an hour and 20 minutes … Continue reading →

The weather today is sunny, with the glare on the snow quite blinding. The time and temperature lady on the phone says it is 36oF.  I coulda said it’s above freezing without pressing any buttons, because I can hear the … Continue reading →

Last week, I worked as a TA Sub for 4 days, and on Thursday helping with childcare at church in the morning then going to Needlework Group in the afternoon, and attending the Christmas party for Husband’s job in the … Continue reading →

Golly gosh, this place is more of a mess than when I started. I really think that a month should have been long enough to have made some sense of it. I am still infected with the “I WILL have … Continue reading →

My left shoulder is hollering about how much work it had to do to run the vacuum cleaner over what is affectionately known as “The Acres” at the church building.  I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to type. … Continue reading →

This has been one of those days when I seem to catch myself coming and going. Things begun are not completed in a timely fashion. I went down to the storeroom and could not remember what I wanted, so I … Continue reading →

So I’m doing my usual coffee and snacks prep in the church kitchen this fine Sunday morning.  The microphone feed from the Worship Service is working well.  I’m listening while measuring out the coffee into the filters. The phone rings. … Continue reading →

Do you know why this cabinet shelf is now empty? because I pulled out all the birthday and Christmas cards, and many, many, many other paper keepsakes of all our years of living here. It’s probably not good to be … Continue reading →

The cartoon ANIMANIACs had one of the characters saying “I wrote a song about it” in a stuffy-nose voice, with a British accent. For years, our family uses variations of the line in many situations. On the way to breakfast … Continue reading →