One Part Inspiration...

 One day, when I was coming out of the grocery store, I saw this guy with his accordion singing to no one in particular. I had to take a picture to send to my son, because one of our favourite movies is "Ishtar" - a movie that not many people have watched and fewer people enjoyed. In it, two of the musicians compose this song: Telling the truth can be dangerous business; / Honest and popular don't go hand in hand. / If you admit that you play the accordion, / No one will hire you in a rock 'n' roll band. / But we can sing out hearts out. / And if we're lucky, then no neighbors complain. / Because life is the way we audition for God; / Let us pray that we all get the job. As a family, we often quote that line " If you admit that you play the accordion, You'll never make it in a rock and roll band"...and then "BUT YOU CAN SINNNNNGGGGGG YOUR Heart out" It is the stuff that family legends are made of.  

Fresh flowers from the garden at work for "Music and Company" Father's Day Celebration One of the ways I have been amusing myself in this season of my life, is with flowers.  I always welcome the opportunity to play.  I can put aside all the cares of life and lose myself in the process of cleaning the flowers, setting them out in groups, preparing the container and then arranging them - trying to keep in mind all that I learned in "Floral Design - Part One".  Sometimes the flowers have been for a special occasion.  Sometimes I have created an excuse to bring them in - "Happy 150th day of the year" ; "Sorry for your loss of a filling"; "You're Retiring already?" ; "My kids are bugging me arrangement"; etc. etc. These two arrangements were done for my boss who was retiring.  We put on a party for her and I signed up to do the arrangements for the head table.  I bought an every day arrangement at Costco, took i...

I know it has been a very long time since I last blogged.  Let's just say, I have had a lot going on.   One of the new additions to my life has been a weekly car-pooling exercise with my youngest son.  He has been working in construction at the top of the hill.  I get up at the crack of terribly early to get ready for the work day. He sleeps in the van while I drive and listen to the radio.  One of the nicest things about this drive is that I get to spend time with him - a luxury that had all but disappeared until a couple of months ago.   Another benefit is the view I get for my efforts.  The worksite overlooks the valley.  It doesn't matter what kind of day it is, the view is speck tack i-lar.    I decided to embrace the opportunity to car-pool with him and reward myself with a coffee at the bottom of the hill while I wait til it is time for me to go to bed work.  I usually listen to a sermon or two while I wait a...