My baby is nineteen today. My first baby, that is. As the book reads, “as long as you’re living, my baby you’ll be.” So very true. I remember so well the day he was born. It was a gorgeous summer – hot days and rain nearly every night. Everything was so lush and green.
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Scratchings in the Dirt
We’re getting a new bus driver.
Not because we need one. Or even because we want one. We’re getting a new bus driver because it’s a union, folks. We have had at least one child riding this school bus since 1997, and there have been a lot of different drivers. Last year, a woman who lives in our area got the
Quick Takes – again!
1. We think Derek has some strange, rare disease. He just went out and started cutting grass ON HIS OWN, WITHOUT BEING ASKED! I don’t believe the symptoms are full-blown yet, though, because he hasn’t done the other jobs that are waiting to be done. 2. Stephen went to a friend’s on a Saturday night
Common sense is not that common!
We woke at 6 am to the ringing of the phone. First off, I want to say that no one should ever phone the parents of teen-aged children at that hour. Actually, any time from 1 am to 6 am. It’s just too hard on the heart, and the head, as you quickly do a
The Wind is Howling
When I first decided this morning that I should do another post, I was going to name it “Spring is Springing”, since the crabapple tree is just busting open with blossoms and everything is turning green (or yellow, here where we don’t spray for dandelions!), and my deck is loaded with bedding plants waiting to