With Gratitude

  November rolls along with much gratitude.
  To say I have the best friends, does not do them justice. Iam so thankful for my friends, near and far.
   Just this week, Sunday night and Tuesday night, I supped with the girls. Bistro Nikko and  Marlowes were so lucky to have us. We talk and talk and talk, and throw some food down. It is always my pleasure to be surrounded by beautiful, strong, funny women. I love them all, even better then the concert that some of us watched. I will say, Allison and I had the best seats in the house to see House!

and as I write, I must note that my number four son is sitting across the table from me, eating, and of course not talking to me, because Iam working!! Its fun to have him home, in the middle of the day. He is moving into a new condo, and taking everything in my house that is not tied down!! So this is not a relaxed blog, I have to keep my eyes on him, like a hawk! precious adult children????

 There are a couple of things I want to lift up to my blessings, my sea glass, from Lucie Hamner. Also my daddy's canes, from Homer! two things I can see as I type, that touch my heart.

Mrs. Hamner bought me sea glass that she collected off the coast of Washington state. Each summer I would beg her for some, so it became a treat that for many years, she would pass on to me. I love each piece, I have turned them all over in my hand a million times. It fascinates me. One year for my August birthday there was a bag of something on my front porch, just a brown bag. I was hesitant to open it, but what the heck...it was full of sea glass from Lucy, no note, just my bag of glass. I will cherish the pieces of glass and our friendship. ( She now lives on "Glass Beach" in Washington) She taught me so much. So thankful.

I get to look at my sea glass while I type, but I confess I have to turn my head to see daddy's canes going up the back stairs. Those are Ward's stairs that lead to his bedroom, I do not think any of us use those stairs, they are solely his. Guess they will be always be his. I thought my daddy's canes would help Ward travel the stairs if he ever chooses to visit. ( I guess spirits don't need walking sticks, but he would appreciate the thought of pop-pops many collections, on his walking path)

I never allowed guns, even toy ones in my house,so I would tell the kids, to just grab a stick. Multiple uses, for intruders, or each other!! just watch out for eyeballs!! ( Note: no intruders ever, or sticks used on each other!!) My dad had hip replacement surgery starting in his early fifties. He had many, and required walking canes, he never found the right one. Lucky me, I get them all, and love them so much. Thanks dad for being particular to the point of hoarding canes, your number one daughter is thankful!

Those are my joys of the day, plus a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, gosh you forget how good that taste.
With gratitude.