Monday, March 3, 2025 Back At It

The older I get, the less capacity I have to fit multiple things in the mental space that is my brain. Hence the two-week break from posting on this blog. Other things were occupying the Space Formerly Known as Blog Posting.

But it’s a new week, one in which space has opened up again. It’s time to share some random photos from February and finish up with a list of Daily Benefits.

The Scepter of the Fairy Queen
Playing peek-a-boo with a squirrel.
“Please kind lady, could you give me a peanut?”
“Much obliged. Thank you. Now leave me to eat in peace.”
A visitor to our yard.
Our latest granddaughter! Adorable!!! ❤️

Note: Even though my readership is small, this is a public blog, so I don’t use the proper names of our grandchildren on here. For that reason, I ask those of you who know the names not to mention them in your comments. Thank you!

Blessed be the Lord, who daily loads us with benefits:

Grandchildren!

The miracle of babies.

Black bean soup…yum

Body parts that still work.

Warm days in early March.

Letters in the mail.

Neighbors who will text you when you have an eagle in your front yard.

Psalms, hymns and spiritual songs.

All righty then! I think it’s time for my usual sign off: I’ll probably delete this in the morning.

Wednesday, July 27, 2022 Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails

I interrupt my regularly scheduled blog post for this grand announcement: we are proud grandparents of a bouncing baby boy! He hasn’t actually started bouncing yet, but I’ve had 5 boys and they tend to be very bouncy creatures, so I know the day will come.

So adorable! This fat little buffer weighed in at 9 pounds, 11 ounces.

Rumor has it that boys are made of only three things: snips and snails and puppy dog tails. That seems an odd amalgamation, doesn’t it? I don’t think that can be true, even though the idea has a huge following.

Nope, I think I can weigh in on this issue, having done empirical research on this with my own little study sample of five.

Boys are made
of fidgety stuff;
They’re jumping beans,
They like to play rough

Boys are made
of loud things,
Of battle cries
And sword “shings”

Boys are made
of bones and muscles
of backyard fights
And bedtime tussles

God bless the boys and all their noise
Bless their fightings and their smitings
Bless their roughness and their toughness.
Make them brave and make them strong
Let them praise Your name with song
God bless the boys!

Welcome to the world, Oliver! ❤️

I’ll probably do you know what, you know when.