A Hippy Woman's Life Book Page 46

A Hippy Woman's Life Book Page 46

By Amulbunny   

April 5, 2012

Outside my window. . . 62, sunny and windy

I am thinking… I need to make my list for Costco

I am thankful for…  my family

From the learning rooms… Time to start making lists for our trip.

I can't believe . . . It’s already Easter

From the kitchen. . . I’m thinking chicken breasts and mashed taters

I am wearing…  jeans, shirt, and shoes

I am creating . . . an interesting path to use

      

I am going…   use my neck wrap soon

I am reading . . . Who knows? Kindle is loaded with lots

I am hoping…  that the stealth cleaning works tomorrow

I am hearing…  Storm Chasers on Nat Geo

Around the house. . .  Floors that need vacuuming

One of my favorite things… thunder and lightning

A few plans for the rest of the week…

1.  Pick up my prescriptions again

2.  Get to the dress maker to shorten my new jeans

3.  Find some goodies to wear

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing:

A Hippy Woman's Life Book Page 30

 A Hippy Woman's Life Book Page 30

By Amulbunny   

November 10, 2011

FOR TODAY

Outside my window… 75, muggy and cloudy

I am thinking…        I need to go to WalMart

I am thankful for…  a good heater in this house

From the learning rooms… I am a good buddy

I can't believe . . .  Some people are still luddites

From the kitchen… meat loaf, smashed taters and gravy

I am wearing…  the usual casual clothes

I am creating…   ideas for Christmas presents

I am going…   to get my ass in gear today

I am reading . . A Clash of Crowns (still)

I am hoping… that we get a nice rain Friday night

I am hearing… blessed silence

Around the house… dog’s on the bed

One of my favorite things… quiet days reading

A few plans for the rest of the week…

1.   Empty another garage bin

2.   Pay some bills

3.   Look for some more apps for my Itouch

Here is a picture for thought I am sharing:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

For the veterans here and abroad who fought to keep us free.

God Bless You.