Lucy, our house princess, has several designated places around the house to lay down and catch a nap. There is a bed by the fireplace in the living room, and another in the den. Then there are the alternate places that she has chosen for herself. There is a throw on top of the couch in the living room that allows her to see everything that happens in the back yard and there is my wife’s chair in the den that allows the guard princess to see everything that happens in the front yard. The image above is from the location by the fireplace. After a walk around the neighborhood or some frisbee fetch time in the back yard, Lucy is ready for a little down time.
Class of 2020
Saturday was supposed to be the day for commencement exercises of the graduating class of 2020. That has been postponed until July, but most families had some sort of home celebration. We had a taco bar, a few friends dropped by, and gifts for the graduate. Proud parents and grandparents were in attendance.
One traditional and special gift from Nana, a t-shirt memory quilt made from t-shirts and athletic jerseys that carry special memories. These shirts have been collected and saved for over 10 years of soccer, track, church camp, vacation bible school etc. Nana designs and pieces the quilt together then sends it to someone to do the final quilting. It is truly the gift that will keep on giving.
Monday’s Music Moves Me
This week is a free choice week so I get to pick whatever music I like to share. In this day and age of electronics, social media etc., have you noticed how many folks are still not good communicators? I mean when a friend sends you a text, you answer it and follow up with a question….no follow up answer. It’s like their phone went dead. A relative calls and invites you to dinner. Where are we going, you ask. They reply that they will call you right back with the answer….nothing. It’s like they forgot to pay their bill and service has been cut off. You call back to verify the location and no one answers. It’s enough to give one a nervous breakdown.
One thing is certain. With the demise of the landline phone looming in the not to distant future, the lack of communication won’t be the fault of the Wichita Lineman.
Maybe the answer to the lack of communication is just blowin’ in the wind.
Have a blessed week.