It is still Tuesday, but I nearly forgot to blog.
I had a busy weekend. We attended funerals both Saturday and Sunday. One was far enough away we spent a night at my folks in order to get there in time.
I didn't know these people terribly well, but I knew the ones they were connected to.
When Jim's father died, the family went out after the rest of the congregation filed past the casket. I was moved by all those who came to stand by at that time.
The funeral isn't for the dead, it's for the living.
And I want to be there for them, whenever I can.
So, then I was busy after we came home, unpacking, getting small projects done, working in the flower garden, potting the plants we bought on our trip and buying more when I didn't have enough.
There was grocery shopping and knitting group today.
And laundry. And cooking. And office work.
I'm glad when I feel like working and get lots done.
I went to see what photos were lying in wait in my camera to use in this week's blog and I had this one of Barry and I taken especially because I have photos with the other boys (see last week's blog).
We like to watch the birds come to this new feeder that our son got Jim for his birthday. However, the squirrels like it too. I watched him scamper down a thin branch close to the feeder, lean over and hop on. So, Jim cut off the branches. Today I saw him climb down the wire that the feeder hangs on. I have also seen the grackles chase this squirrel off the feeder and out of the tree. It doesn't deter this creature at all and the feeder is empty again.
My daughter and her husband made an enormous batch of banana bread and we got some.
Wasn't that nice? And the package is so nicely decorated.
I stole this photo from facebook. I suppose it is really sharing since it is my daughter's photo and her kids. When they are with me, I keep busy getting down toys and games for them, playing with them, feeding them, and all the other things that go with having small crazy people in the house, that I don't have time to take many photos.
Quote of the Week:
"A parent's job is basically a daily struggle to help a crazy person stay alive."