Disappearing Days

May is upon us. Gee, April didn't stay long. Honestly this fast passage of time is a bit disturbing. There's so much I want to accomplish, but never seem able to get my act together.

Painting continues to help me relax, especially when I do angels.

Today's other form of relaxation was to browse at an antique store.

For five dollars I hated to leave Barb's '87 picture behind.

Friday's finds: picture, nest, architectural piece, butter pat, and green suitcase.

Three suitcases make a bedside table over in the apartment. 

The middle one was mine during my college years.
This picture from 1967 really takes me back!

By the way, it's been a very good day for two other reasons. A very special friend called me this morning. When we talk, I feel all is right with the world even though we both recognize it's full of problems. 

Then watching these baby robins rest on our patio table was fascinating. The mother bird was nearby on a telephone wire when I crept close for these pictures. Also I spotted a pretty bluebird using the birdhouse that my very

special friend gave me a few years ago.

Have a happy weekend!

Subtle Changes

Here I go again changing the placement of objects here at home.

I've had the birdhouse church on top of the hutch for so long it was actually hard to move it. Trying it out on a candlestand that my dad once put together for me.

Same was true about the bear. He's usually sitting on the bed.

My brother was here yesterday for lunch, and we spent the afternoon looking through scrapbooks and photo albums that had belonged to my mother. In one scrapbook we came across this touching bit of the past. I may decide to frame this sweet memento.

Love Ryan's childish art and my mother's handwritten note.

Seeing the old photos of a time period that's long gone was very emotional.
But how I love those black and white pictures from the past! 

I shed tears when I read a letter I had written to my mother when my dad died.
It was among the many sympathy cards she had kept in a scrapbook.

It will take Ron and I several sessions to sort through all that Mother saved. She kept so many mementos, and I tend to do the same.