Hello and happy Wednesday! For the many, many, many times I've written "Wednesday," that little voice still goes off in my head. Not every time, but plenty of times.
My little grandson turned three last week. On the morning of his birthday, his parents made sure that all of his "friends" greeted him wearing party hats. What a fun way to start your third birthday! My daughter-in-law sent a video with Owen saying, "Hey! Where did they get those hats?" My son replied, "I think Buzz Lightyear went to the birthday party store and got them." It worked.
My friend's 50th high school reunion was this past weekend. Class of 1975 when bell bottom jeans were popular. She bought a pair of bell bottoms and asked me to sew a pocket on them to hold her phone and lipstick. She chose a fabric with peace signs on it, again a symbol of the era. The pocket had a top flap and she wanted a chunky button on it. She brought out her button box, a really cool button box that had belonged to her mom.
This vintage cigarette tin is from a company called G. Zuban, a "Royal Bavarian Court-Factory of Cigarettes" located in Munich, Germany. My friend's mom was a German Jew whose family fled from Munich to Palestine (now Israel) to escape persecution. This was one of the items she packed when she left Germany. A treasure in so many ways.
I've been working at the farm for a couple weeks now. It's so nice to see returning customers, some who have been buying produce for years. One sweet little lady bought a cantaloupe and a few other items and asked me if I would mind carrying them to her car. "Would you please put them in the trunk?" I couldn't help but notice her license plate. HEY MON. I asked her if she traveled in the Caribbean. "I used to but not anymore. I just stay around here now." She told me some stories and it just hit home that you have to take that trip or do the things that you want because we just don't know when our last vacation or adventure will be.
Right now my husband is on a five-day schedule for cutting grass. With all this hot weather, it will quickly change to once a week. Yesterday he golfed with friends, it was the 5th day, I knew he wouldn't want to cut the grass after a game of golf, and I don't mind doing it. My neighbors get a laugh because when I cut the grass I put my step counter around my ankle and it looks like I'm wearing an ankle bracelet that a criminal would have. But hey, this is hard work in this heat and I want to get every single step counted. FYI, 7900 steps.
You all have a wonderful Wed-Nes-Day!
I do the same with Wed-nes-day!
ReplyDeleteLovely photo of Owen x
Some habits are with us forever 😊 Thank you for the comment about Owen. He is a little sweetheart.
DeleteI remind myself to go and do, while I can. Someday it will be time to stay home.
ReplyDeleteThat's my philosophy, too.
DeleteIt must be a public school thing, I do the same thing when typing Wednesday. What a great photo of Owen and all his friends.
ReplyDeleteSeeing that meme has reinforced Wed-nes-day. Owen loves all his friends!
DeleteSuch a delightful picture of Owen and his friends and what a really neat thing for his parents to do. The button box is a true treasure.
ReplyDeleteThe picture of Owen reminded me of something I read this morning about Shelby Foote, the writer. It said he stays in his pajamas, sometimes for several days at a time. He commented, "If I'm not going out anywhere, why should I get dressed?"
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