My good friend Ozma is having a very intricate medical procedure done today. I’m praying for her, and I’d appreciate it if those of you who are so inclined would do the same.
God bless and Godspeed, Ozma. (And just think; tomorrow morning, it will be over.)
That said, I spent the weekend mulling over my story and fiddling around with my art journal. (If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll be able to see a page I particularly enjoyed doing, although it won’t be posted until later today because as soon as I finish this blog, I’ll be in Parable.)
Wendy and I had Mexican food and made a stop at Walmart yesterday afternoon–I bought some flower bulbs: daffodils, tulips, the usual. The tulips on the package look almost like peonies, and you know how I am about peonies. Jeremy has the flowerbeds whipped into shape and soon we’ll be bedding the roses down for the winter. I’ve got a spot picked out for the spring bulbs to bloom in a glorious swath of color–and I’ll be imagining the display all winter. And I have a raised bed in place, thanks to Jeremy, where I plan to grow tomatoes next year–also hope to have another deck garden. Flowers and salad–does it get any better than that????
What I’m reading: “I Declare” by Joel Osteen. VERY good book. Like most of us, I need a lot of reminding that the words I say aloud will come back to me in kind. As in, stinkin’ thinkin’ equals a big load of manure. (Which, as we garden lovers know, has its uses, but I’m talking about the figurative kind here.)
My family reunion is coming up soon, too. Laels and Kramers, run amok. I can hardly wait.
This happiness project has me stymied at the moment–organizing it, I mean. So we’ll do it our way.
Task #1: What makes you happy? (I will pick two winners at random and send each of them a free autographed book.)