Joys

Cork and Les

Mother, Lauren, and me

pizza, ice cream cake, cards, and roses

tree time

stringing of lights that I didn't have to do

Our Thanksgiving gathering was one of the best. The days with Les and Pennee passed too quickly. The fact that they're returning at Christmas made it a little easier to say goodbye.

Thankful

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Thank you for being here, and let's always remember to count our blessings.

Happy thoughts! Sandy

A Visit to the Booth

I always enjoy making changes to the booth. It relaxes me and takes my mind off serious matters. As you can see I added a few Christmas items.

Earth Angels

As my mother undergoes much therapy after hip surgery, she is helped by skilled workers. Several therapists are amazingly thoughtful and sweet. One earth angel is named Lindsay.

Trinkets

It's crazy the way people are drawn to different objects. Sometimes there's no explaining why a particular item is a must have. Tonight after writing in my journal about my visit with Mother, I pulled out the camera from my purse's side pocket and snapped a few objects that are comforting to me. By the way, all these trinkets reside in my craft/clothes closet - a space I truly appreciate. The ANTIQUES sign was a September find at Marshall's. I didn't need it, but liked the way the letters were linked together, and of course, I love antiques! Now I realize that may be one of my last true shopping outings with Mother. The wood block with a painted scene for each season is an object my mom had for a long time...I remember exactly where she kept it in her former home. Little things often have big meanings.

Beautiful Poem

This poem hangs on my closet wall. It is one of the loveliest definitions of love I have ever read. I scanned it, but you will need to double click on the poem to view the enlargement and read these beautiful words.

In a Sentimental Mood

I confess I have saved way too much through the years. I have a tendency to cling to happy past memories(and if I am honest, some painful ones, too). That stationery box was a high school graduation gift, and the select few love letters inside are sweet, sentimental relics of other times and places. One day I will probably toss them, but for now they stay in the pretty box high up on the closet shelf.