gratitude week 19

health

Well, of course I am grateful for my health.
And health is something that one
does take for granted at times.

And it is usually something like
a health scare or
a virus or
watching someone you love suffer.

Just like Paradise and it's parking lot.
You don't know what you got till it's gone.

another mystery

I was watching the final episode of this season of Survivor

 last week when this guy on the right comes on the screen. 

The dude with the grey hair and glasses. 

Have I seen him before?

Was he a past contestant?

I just want to know.

And I don't know if I ever will.

genius

but some on this planet 

think that they are 

more genius-er than others

learning

intergrity

Oops

Oops I had a snaccident.

 

It was a small pizza

but it was the whole thing.

No slices survived.

Good thing I walked over 8 miles today.

too bad that I am not about to throw a party

and it is not because of a lack of grand ideas

of how to serve food in amazing ways

there are lots of ideas out there

walk blog 13

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Or so the saying goes.

I have a story to tell and I wish I had taken a picture

but I didn't

so let see how many words it will take.

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I was walking the other day on the east mountain.

On garbage day, of course,

so I could scoop up some appropriate laundry soap containers

from recycling bins of kind citizens

for the laundry soap making workshop 

that I host called “The Soap Kitchen”.

It was near the school that Mary and Connor go to

and it was 'dropping the kids off to school time'.

I wondered if I would see them.

At one point a blue minivan was about to go past me

and the vehicle slows down

and the windows are rolled down

and a couple of heads pop out that I recognize.

One of them belongs to my daughter Karen

who was undoubtedly dropping the kids off at school.

Mothers Day was coming up soon 

and I thought of the kind words

that I might hear from this daughter of mine.

Words that were worth slowing down and 

pulling over to the side of the road for.

Words of love and care for the mother who birthed her.

Instead the barrage that was launched included words like
“I'm so embarrassed”

“Are you going through the garbage again?”

“My mother is walking around like a homeless person”

They were said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.

Maybe I should walk around her neighbourhood 

a little more often.

1169ish words

and I thought I was creatively thinking when I took the vacuum to their heads to make ponytails

what a croc