At Least the Grass is Short

Have you heard the story about the boy who broke a window, then ran and hid so no one would find out he did it?

That's not my kid!

Michael told Bob and me that while he was mowing the lawn, a rock kicked out the side of the mower and crashed through our front window. (It sure did!)

Now we can get a new window... one that opens! And we can repaint the window sill!

And the lawn in front of the window looks really, really good.

Have you ever had something "bad" turn into something "good?" What was it?

Influential

For years, I have followed my big sisters' examples. Melinda was a writer before I was. Rebecca joined beauty pageants before I did.

At last, I influenced one of them!

When Rebecca (on the left in Sunny Yellow) saw me wearing a hair bow, she decided to tie one in her hair the next day. We didn't know our clothing colors would match so well, but, hey, we're sisters, and there's a spooky-good sister connection with all five of my sisters.

When have you influenced someone? What happened?

Mother's Day

On Saturday, I drove to Mom's house to pick up my little sister, and to my surprise, I found one of my two brothers there! (Look how ravishing Mom is in red!)

OH, HAPPY DAY!

If that wasn't good enough, the next day, I got to see another brother and two more sisters. (We weren't all there at the same time and I didn't get a picture. Next time!)

One great thing about mothers is that because of them, you usually get to have brothers and/or sisters! Even though at times in childhood I wished I were a one and only, I REALLY LOVE MY SIBLINGS! (What a funny word.)

Do you have siblings? How many? Are you oldest, youngest, or middle-est?

The Only Thing I Really Never Wanted to Sew

I like to sew. I can even combine patterns, or even make them up if I want to. I think I got it from my grandma. She was a professional seamstress, and sewed my wedding dress on her treadle sewing machine. Really!
So I come by sewing honestly, plus the fact that not many clothes fit me in my teen years (a girl child of the 60's and 70's wasn't usually 6 feet tall, so I had to sew if I wanted clothing.)
In my more than 40 years of sewing, I've never sewn myself, until now. Last Wednesday, April 29, the needle went through my finger.

I was glad Bob was home to bandage it for me.

Then I went on sewing. (I had a deadline!)

Has one of your favorite activities ever turned on you? (A cook with pudding in the face, a painter sitting on a wet bench, an animal trainer with a squirrel up the pant leg...)

Just wondering!