I have this little song I sing when I’m driving, it doesn’t have a particular tune that I could give you to sing it yourself, but it goes like this, “me in the middle..” Repeatedly, until I turn a corner. I sang this so much upon our return to the US that my family knew it was wise not to try and communicate with me when we were stopped at intersections because if they did I’d just sing this silly…
The other day one of my son’s asked if we could go to the bookshop, not an entirely surprising request although this particular son has only recently really fallen in love with reading despite his age. My immediate answer was, “Sure, why not!” Unfortunately, it took another three days before we actually made it to the bookstore. As both of my young adult son’s made bee lines for the books they were after, and could be heard a few isles…
I have a great lovely entryway to my home. Now I don’t say this to boast or brag, but rather because it is of rather great importance to what I am about to tell you. You see, the entryway to my home is one of my favourite places, albeit rather small. The front door opens to a shiny lacquered wood floor. You can see that once the carpet likely extended a bit farther than it does today, although I am…
I sit on the sofa with my feet resting up on the arm. It’s a short sofa, and my legs are longer than most. I find myself distracted by the quilt that is thrown on the back of the sofa, someone has placed it upside down displaying the many wondrous flags of the 1860’s, and I wonder how many of those flags still look the same. I’m not left wondering on this topic for long though, as I catch movement…