Saturday, 28 February 2009

A Wonderful Shabbat

It was a cold, rainy day today.
It even looked like we might have snow.
But it was still a wonderful day.
We were invited by friends to their Syngogaue to hear an Cantorial Candidate.
Wow! what a voice. True bass who's voice soars. As he shared why he made this choice of a career. it was clear that he indeed sing from the deepest part of his soul, giving his gift back to He Who gave it to him.
Such a wonderful service. And we plan to visit again.
And this time we hope to meet the Rabbi.
Afterwards, we went to a Blessing Lunchen.
The gentleman who started the whole idea of the Blessing dinner held it this afternoon after the service. While it was a smaller group, it was still a time of wonderful memories and laugher and even tears. To me, it was a wonderful to end Lover's Month and yes, each woman recieve a red rose.
In fact, I recieved two.
We stopped briefy to see our friend Jolex, who returns to Iraq Tuesday. He has another five months to go. I am hoping that just as Mark's case, Jolex's time will be shorten.
We came home, took a long nap, said goodbye to Shabbat and now we are getting for bed.
Tomorrow is my friend David's birthday and we are having a birthday dinner for him. So tomorrow will be a busy day.
But like today, a happy one.

Friday, 27 February 2009

A Beautiful Day

Boka Tov:
It is a Friday. Bright, sunny and warm.

Mark had to report in this morning, so I will walk to PT. Which will actually strnegthen my leg. The Therapy Center is across the street and three blocks down.
Cool that it is so close. I am hoping that this is the start of my Therapist will allow me to start walking. And since I have another 25 pounds to go, it would help.
Mark had to be up early this morning for his PE. The unit didn't have one last week because they were having a 100% urine test. That means you cannot leave the room, let alone the building. And since they had to drink eight glasses of water, running wasn't a good idea.
Anyway, he had his test this morning.
Now understand, Mark had the flu this month as well as taking care of me when I came down with the flu. Plus V-Day and my mum's birthday.....
and he passed!!!!!!!
He picks up his card today and it is the last piece of imformation that needs to go to Fort Bragg.
I am so proud of him: he has worked so hard and it is the first PE test he has passed since he stopped Chemo a few years ago. He was beginning to think he would never pass.
But I knew he could and would.
I am looking forward to my walk.
I am going to be wiped out by the time I get home.
But it will be a good tired.

Thursday, 26 February 2009

Rocky Racoon

Boka Tov:
It is a beautiful morning; bright and sunny. Not sure if it is warm or not.
My eyes are so swollen from the allergies I look like Rocky Racoon. And as wonderful as the sunlight is, it hurting my swollen eyes.
So I use a warm compress on my eyes very few hours and Mark is going out to get me a pair of sunglasses. I can't even stand the lights on in the house.
I feel like a Vampire.
Which isn't Kosher.
Part of our breakfast was watermelon. And it felt so good as it went down my throat.

I tried on clothes I hadn't wore in about a year and had a Praise fit as each blouse, skirt and trousers went on nicely. Once one skirt doesn't fit as it should: I need to lose another ten pounds.
I hope those who follow this jounral don't mind my writing about my weigh lost. It keep me honest in my goals and I also from past experinece of reading someone esle's jourany to their health goals, that it is encouraging.
Because of a heart mummer, I have high blood pressure. My doctor tells me she can take me off the medication if I lose some weigh.
No brainer.
So, since we have already made changes in our diet, Mark runs and works out @ the Y as I am doing PT and stetches at home, I have already lost 25 pounds and more weigh lost will come.
I am not doing this to "look good." I already do.
Or to keep my husband's attention. He loves me just as I am; he just wants me to be healthly. Which is why it is glad not only his support, but we are parthers together in this deal
I chose to become healthy beacuse I wish to live a long, heathly life, serving G-d and loving my husband.
Now, if I can just get pass this allergie attack.
I look like a drug addict.....

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

And It Shall Be Spring Again

in just four more weeks it will be spring again.
And I can't wait.
Though the trees and flowers are already in boom and I am suffering from allengies. I just better now and get it out of the way.
Mark and I watched of Bill Cosby's The Dentist from his Show "Bill Cosby Himself." I had forgotten how funny that piece was.
And so true.
Sometimes we need to find the humour in that we fear.
I laugh now at the fact I was afraid of the dark; the "monester" in the corner was really the navy jacket my step-father brought me. The 'snakes" in my bed were the crinkles of the sheets.
Funny how prayer changes things. When I realize that G-d had "given His angels charge over me," and nothing would happen He didn't know about or would not handle, I could lay my little head down and sleep.
After all, the Scriptures say He "that watches over Isreal either sleeps nor slumber." And there is no need for both of us to be up all night.

Except for when I am up because of a cold. And then I use the time to pray for family and friends and other concerns, knowing G-d will answer in His time.
Just like Spring.

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Four More Weeks

It is a nice, sunny day here.
Mark is out for his morning run. I just gave myself an eye bath. Both trees and flowers are beginning to bloom and what I thought was the return of a cold turns out to be allergies. Since I already had a doctor's appointment, I told her I had a cold and after exmaining me, said my ears, nose and eyes are filled with mucus, which is allergy. So, I had to start my allergy medication much earlier than usual.
And I have also lost another eight pounds.
Since I got off all of the pain medication six weeks ago, I have lost 25 pounds. Plus I am doing PT and with my increasing activity, so off it is coming.
My doctor is very pleased with my progress. She has agreed with my Therapist and has signed off on another four weeks of PT, so we can now work on my hamstrings.
I have one series of leg stetches that look all the world like I am doing the electric slde. Which is funny, because I don't know how to do the electric slide. My PT keeps forgetting to bring the music.
Well, yesterday, as I began the work out, I could hear in the back of my mind "another one bites the dust" and the next thing you know, I was jamming to the beat in my head. Mark was laughing so hard, he lost count, remarking I was having too much fun.
Hey, I take my fun whenever and where ever I can find it :)

A New Week

Boka Tov;
Well it is a new week.
What a blessing.
Each day is a new beginning. True, there are things we can't undo, but every new day if a gift, where in many ways we can chose to do good or evil. Dwell on the past, plan the furture or enjoy the now.
As painful as my past has been, I can look back and see also the joyful times, at times a happniess that when I share with Mark, he too delights in and causes him to remember something funny, silly and/or joyous in his life.
Like when I was first learning to dance, how hard the classes were, how I often worrried why I put myself through this. That my teacher hated me. But then I remember the funny time when our teacher was the biggest cutup in the class. I see myself forming my own dance toup for a muscial I am working on, thanks for the years of paying my dues.
But today, I just dance.
Yesterday, I was telling Mark how I had worked on my comic strip years ago, but the demands of being a mummie took it's place. Mark said: "Why don't you pick up your pencil again?"
I will.
Sometimes, one can go back home again,
Last night, we went to visit friends.
Jolex is home from Iraq for a few weeks and last night we celebrated his daughter's first picture.
One a wonderful evening. The house was full of laugher; both adult and children, and the scent of good food.
I came into the kitchen and offered to help and was handed a bag of biscuit to place into the oven, within minutes, I was in charge of the kitchen, not only baking biscuits, but frying chicken.
Like, where else would I have been*shrug shoulders*
Last year during little baby shower, I made Moroccan mint tea. Well, Jolex and his wife are now hooked and even called me for the address for the teashop.
And so when we arrived, we found Moroccan mint tea waiting for us.
Big sister, (who is also three years old) blew out the candle and she got to do it three times as the guys kept yelling: "I didn't get the shot!"
Because the family lives in Williamburge, it was a long evening and after one last cup of tea and a pain pill, off to bed we went.
I can't wait to see what the rest of the week holds.

Thursday, 19 February 2009

TheSimhaofOurLives: Mummie's 75th Birthday#links#links

TheSimhaofOurLives: Mummie's 75th Birthday#links#links

Pictures from mummie's party.

A Week of MileStones

Boka Tov:

This week hs been a week of milestones.

Sunday, we celebrated the 75th birthday of my mum.
The youngest of seven children, she has not only outlived them, but has lived the longest. My grandfather Pink (yes, Pink) died in his 50 from Black Lung. Grandmother Callie lived to be 76, but was very sick. My Aunt Lola lived the longest at 71.

The Assistance Care Home where mummie lives hostes a wonderful dinner in her honour (prime rib) and we as her family had a table to ourselves as the home celebrated mumie's special day.

Monday, the Therapist tested the strengh of my hip. It is 80-85% healed, the strengh is very close to where the left hip is. So everyone is quite pleased. Now, the focus is on my upper leg, since my hamsting and upper thigh muscles are not only tight, but weak. So I will have another four weeks of PT. The good news, I will indeed make a full recovery.

Last month, both the Therapist and the doctor wasn't so sure.

Mark has a part-time job working taxes. While he would love more hours, it is a job and it brings some income. We are still waiting to hear about the post at Fort Bragg.

We had a wonderful V-Day. having a romantic supper of chicken soup since we were both getting over colds.

But we also had strawberries and chocolate cups, along with a glass of wine.

Ah love......

Friday, 13 February 2009

Two Pots

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every daywhile we walk back, you water them." "For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers, on your side of the path

From one crackpot friend to another crack pot friend. Seize the moment and celebrate today as best you can!

Four Years Ago Today, I Got A Red Rose

I am taking a break to straighten up the house. Since I have been running a temp for a few days, PT was canceled for the day.
Which is fine. I need to rest up for the weekend. This Sunday is my mum's 74th birthday and there is a special lunchen in her honour.
Four years ago this evening, during the Blessing Dinner (what we call Valentine's Day. Since not every woman would be blessed with candy and roses, one of our former memebers of our congregation wanted to make sure no woman in our fellowship was overlooked, came up with the idea of this dinner.)
It was this evening that Mark found his voice and declared to the world his love for me and asked me in front of the whole congregation to marry him.
From Iraq 2004 Mark send me lavender roses for Valentine's Day and for my birthday, white roses. On Valentine's Day weekend 2005, I recieved a red rose that is pressed in my family Bible. I still get lavender and ivory roses for my birthday or just because. But on this day since 2005, I still get roses; pink, orange even ivory and lavender. But on this special day, I recieve a single red rose.
So may all who read this post have a wonderful, happy Blessing's Day.

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

The Making of A Woman of Colour Part II

Boka Tov:
Right now as I write this, Mark is playing with my hair. I had just undone my braids and Mark loves the feel of my aburn waves as they fall just pass my shoulders.
Having learned my lession from years ago, it has been years since I'd my hair cut (trim yes, cut not) frankly, I quite enjoy my beloved playing with my hair.
One of the wonderful things that occur when I had my first afro, my hair became "wash and go." No more hot combs, vaseline and having to sit for hours as my mother straighten my hair. No more having to wear swimcaps so my hair didn't get wet. I could actually enjoy the breeze blowing through my hair since it was free of the two braids. I could now wash my hair, add the new 'adro sheen' hair dressing, Pick my hair out and go about my busniess. Of course, one carrys one's Pick. A Pick, a comb that is thick with long teeth and it is used to comb, lift and shape the afro.
It was a time where people of colour were beginning to realize that their natural hair was beautiful, wearing it as G-d intended and tossing out the lie that their "nappy hair" was ugly.
Several years later, I would learn to cornbraid and frenchbraid my own hair.
At four-teen years old, my mum handed me the comb, brush and pick. It was now my hair and my job to keep it up. This was the first step in my mum releasing me to grow up. Soon I would start picking out my own warerobe and even in a few years, have my own room.
From time to time I would go back to the perm or straighten hair for specail occaions, the last time my hair was straighten was for my wedding and was done so that the crown fits better.
Then in the 60's the afro or 'natural' was a politcal, social statement. To many an act of rebellion and feared so it meant a people were defining who they were and rejecting the label of others.
It was a good time to be a child; for the rights and freedoms my mother could only dream about at my age, were real for me

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

TheSimhaofOurLives: A Woman Called Moses#links#links

TheSimhaofOurLives: A Woman Called Moses#links#links

I remember when Black History was first a class for 'black students ', then a day, then a week in 'black schools' and when I left school it was a full month. By the time my son started school Black History month became something we as Amercians celebrated.
How far we have come.

The Making of a Woman of Colour Part I

Boka Tov:

I remember the day well.
I was eight years old. We were living in New York City. Cerntral Park was safe those days and amoug the places my sister and I played.

Afros had come into fashion.
My step-father, having left the Navey and gotten his Barber licence, began cutting hair. His was the first afro in the house. Mummie was next.
My sister, loving my mum's new look, decided she too wanted her hair cut and formed into an afro.
I was the holdout. As much as I liked the new look, I also looked my long hair. It was my proud and joy.
My mummie, knowing this, wisely told me if I had my hair cut, it could not be glued back on.
Finally I agreed to go along with the rest of the family and as my mum feared, once I saw my waist long hair gone, I cried for hours.
The next day was monday. It was winter so I wore my flavorite wool hat.
But once it was off, the reaction was instant. The teacher's mouth flew open and the children in my class backed away from me like I was now a Vampire.
Finally, a blonde boy screamed: "Your black!"
You see, up until that moment everyone thought because of my long braids, I was Native Amercian.
I looked up from my seat and with a strong voice and pride that even shocked me, I responed:"Yes, I am! So what?"
I don't remember anything else about that school year. Later in the summer, we would move to Boston.
But that winter morning was the awaking of me finding my voice.

Monday, 9 February 2009

Tu B'Shevat

Tu B'Shevat :The New Year for Trees.
Tu B'Shevat, the 15th of Shevat on the Jewish calendar -- celebrated this year on Monday, February 9, 2009 -- is the day that marks the beginning of a "New Year for Trees." This is the season in which the earliest-blooming trees in the Land of Israel emerge from their winter sleep and begin a new fruit-bearing cycle.
Legally, the "New Year for Trees" relates to the various tithes that must be separated from produce grown in the Holy Land. These tithes differ from year to year in the seven-year Shemittah cycle; the point at which a budding fruit is considered to belong to the next year of the cycle is the 15th of Shevat.
We mark the day of Tu B'Shevat by eating fruit, particularly from the kinds that are singled out by the Torah in its praise of the bounty of the Holy Land: grapes, figs, pomegranates, olives and dates. On this day we remember that "Man is a tree of the field" (Deuteronomy 20:19) and reflect on the lessons we can derive from our botanical analogue

And on this day, as I medite upon how Man )and Women) are liken to trees, I think about the fruit I am producting, about what the Scriptures say about the "Fruit of the Spirit" which is "Love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance..."
Are the above seem in my life. Or am I producting bitterness, anger, rage, lazy and selfness in my life? Is the 'fruit of my life' sweet and tasty or sour and bitter?
May on this day I grow more into the sweet fruits of Israel such as dates, figs, grapes and promegranates, nuturing as almonds and walnuts and have enough sugar to turn my lemons into lemon-aide.

Sunday, 8 February 2009

Baking Day

Boka Tov (Good Morning)
Thank you to all who prayed for Mark. He is feeling so much better and is up and about. He even feels well enough to go and pick up his paycheck. But he also knows to keep taking it easy; still on OJ and chicken soup.
I plan to make chocolate chips cookies today. Mainly because I have to start preparing the house for Passover in a few months. I have tons of flour and yeast leftover from the hoilday and I have to start using it. And since I am able to stand longer on my feet, I am back to baking. Something Mark is looking forward to.
But the cookies will not remain in the house long!
Since we both are losing weigh, I will keep a few for us, but the rest will be given as gifts for family and friends.
If you wish a batch, write me a private e-mail with your home address and I shall send a box to you. Trust me, my waist-line will thank you.

Saturday, 7 February 2009

Quiet Shabbat

It is a quiet evening. We had to call the LandLord once again about the Heat. We were told there is a problem with the pipes and they are working on it.
Yesterday afternoon, Mark started complaining of a sore throat and awoke with a full blown cold. So we spend a nice quiet Shabbat at home as I took care of my beloved. Of course orange juice, tea and chicken soup were in order and right now Mark is feeling so much better. He even looks better.
It was just so nice to cuddle up with my honey this afternoon, closing out the world and just enjoying each other's Presence.
And G-d's.

An Interview With G-d

The interview

Friday, 6 February 2009

Mr. Obama and the USS Cole Families

Since this article ran, two of the Cole families have turn down the President's offer to meet. This being a Military community, there wasn't a family that wasn't touched by this crime and we are very disappointed with the outcome.
Charges dropped in Guantanamo terror trial
By LARA JAKES, Associated Press Writer Lara Jakes, Associated Press Writer – Fri Feb 6, 4:37 am ET

AP – President Barack Obama arrives on the South Lawn of the White House in Washington, Thursday, Feb. 5, …
WASHINGTON – The Pentagon's senior judge overseeing terror trials at Guantanamo Bay dropped charges Thursday against an al-Qaida suspect in the 2000 USS Cole bombing, upholding President Barack Obama's order to freeze military tribunals there.
The charges against suspected al-Qaida bomber Abd al-Rahim al-Nashiri marked the last active Guantanamo war crimes case.
The legal move by Susan J. Crawford, the top legal authority for military trials at Guantanamo, brings all cases into compliance with Obama's Jan. 22 executive order to halt terrorist court proceedings at the U.S. Navy base in Cuba.
Pentagon spokesman Geoff Morrell said Crawford withdrew the charges against al-Nashiri. However, new charges can be brought again later, and al-Nashiri will remain in prison for the time being.
"It was her decision, but it reflects the fact that the president has issued an executive order which mandates that the military commissions be halted, pending the outcome of several reviews of our operations down at Guantanamo," Morrell said late Thursday night.
The ruling also gives the White House time to review the legal cases of all 245 terror suspects held there and decide whether they should be prosecuted in the U.S. or released to other nations.
Obama was to meet with families of the USS Cole and 9/11 victims at the White House on Friday afternoon and may announce the move.
Seventeen U.S. sailors died on Oct. 12, 2000, when al-Qaida suicide bombers steered an explosives-laden boat into the Cole, a guided-missile destroyer, as it sat in a Yemen port.
The Pentagon last summer charged al-Nashiri, a Saudi Arabian, with "organizing and directing" the bombing and planned to seek the death penalty in the case.
In his Jan. 22 order, Obama promised to shut down the Guantanamo prison within a year. The order also froze all Guantanamo detainee legal cases pending a three-month review as the Obama administration decides where — or whether — to prosecute the suspects who have been held there for years, most without charges.
Two military judges granted Obama's request for a delay in other cases.
But a third military judge, Army Col. James Pohl, defied Obama's order by scheduling a Feb. 9 arraignment for al-Nashiri at Guantanamo. That left the decision on whether to continue to Crawford, whose delay on announcing what she would do prompted widespread concern at the Pentagon that she would refuse to follow orders and allow the court process to continue.
Retired Navy Cmdr. Kirk S. Lippold, the commanding officer of the Cole when it was bombed in Yemen in October 2000, said he will be among family members of Cole and 9/11 victims who are meeting with Obama at the White House on Friday afternoon.
Groups representing victims' families were angered by Obama's order, charging they had waited too long already to see the alleged attackers brought to court.
"I was certainly disappointed with the decision to delay the military commissions process," Lippold, now a defense adviser to Military Families United, said in an interview Thursday night. "We have already waited eight years. Justice delayed is justice denied. We must allow the military commission process to go forward."
Crawford was appointed to her post in 2007 by then-President George W. Bush. She was in the news last month when she said interrogation methods used on one suspect at Guantanamo amounted to torture. The Bush administration had maintained it did not torture.
Last year, al-Nashiri said during a Guantanamo hearing that he confessed to helping plot the Cole bombing only because he was tortured by U.S. interrogators. The CIA has admitted he was among terrorist suspects subjected to waterboarding, which simulates drowning, in 2002 and 2003 while being interrogated in secret CIA prisons.

Where is the Sun?

Boka Tov (Good Morning)
Well, it is another cold gray day here in Virginia. Yes, I praise G-d I am blessed to open my eyes and see another day.
I would love to see the sun.
I am soooo over winter I could scream!
But it is a quiet morning. I don't have PT until this afternoon, so I can get things ready for Shabbat early and rest when I get home.
I made venion stew Sunday and froze it for today. It is now defrozing and I will mix some of the lental soup in it for Shabbat this evening. It will be cold outside, but inside nice and warm.
I caught up with my buddy Sarah yesteerday. She brought baby Abe with her. My has he grown! We had a wonderful time catching up and I even got a picture of little Abe with a empty Starbucks cup.
Starting him off right.
Just got a call from the Lab. I have to go back and have more blood drawn, Blood ount is low.
Wonderful. More Iron pills.

Thursday, 5 February 2009

One Liners

Don't let your worries get theBest of you; remember, Moses started Out as a basket case.
Some people are kind, polite, and Sweet-spirited until you try to sit in their pews.
Many folks want to serve God, But only as advisors.
It is easier to preach ten sermons
Than it is to live one.

The L-rd didn't create anythingWithout a purpose, but mosquitoes come close.
When you get to your wit's end, You'll find G-d lives there.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*People are funny; they want the front
Of the bus, the middle of the road, and The back of the church.

Opportunity may knock once, but temptation Bangs on your front door forever.
Quit griping about your church; If it was perfect, you couldn't belong..
If the church wants a better pastor, It only needs to pray for the one it has..
G-d Himself does not propose to judge A man until he is dead. So why should you?
Some minds are like concreteThoroughly mixed up and permanently set.

Peace starts with a smile.
I don't know why some people Change churches; what difference does it make which one you stay home from?*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
A lot of church members who are singing 'Standing on the Promises'
Are just sitting on the premises.

We were called to be witnesses, Not lawyers or judges.
Be ye fishers of men. You catch Them - He'll clean them.
Coincidence is when God Chooses to remain anonymous.
Don't put a question mark Where God puts a period.
Don't wait for 6 strong men
To take you to church.

Forbidden fruits create many jams.
God doesn't call the qualified,
He qualifies the called.

G-d grades on the cross, not thecurve.

G-d loves everyone, but prefers'fruits of the spirit' over 'religious nuts!'

G-d promises a safe landing, Not a calm passage.

He who angers you, controls you!
If G-d is your Co-pilot - swap seats!

Prayer:Don't give G-d instructions -- just report for duty!*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
*The task ahead of us is never as Great as the Power behind us.

The Will of God never takes you toWhere the Grace of God will not protect you.

We don't change the message, The message changes us.
You can tell how big a person is By what it takes to discourage him.

We're Still Here :)

Hey everyone. I know it's been awhile. Between PT, Mark looking for work and the cold, we have been alittle busy. I keep trying to get to the jounral, but something comes up.
And really that is a good thing.
Since New Year, I have been planning to spend less time on the Laptop and more in the 'real world.'
Guess I finally made it. But I also have wonderful friends via the internet that I need to keep in touch with. So I am finding that happy balance.
PT is going well, but the cold snap we are going through is making things slow going. I have lost the 20 pounds I gained from the medication and feel great.
Mark has a part-time job as a Tax-preparer, we are still waiting to hear if he is going to Fort Bragg soon or not. I have mix feelings about this. North Carolina is a lot closer than Iraq ( four hours), but it does mean a short speration until I could move near him.
It is all in G-d's hands.
We have made our lives simplier. We spend more time at home after Shabbat services (Shabbat naps are wonderful.) A friend gave me a large portion of venion, so I made venion stew fore the very first time Sunday. Treating it as I would Lamb. it came out great. So tomorrow, I am going to mix some of my lental soup into the venion stew. I think it will be awesome.
Next weekend is Mummie's birthday. The Assistance Living home is giving her a birthday supper while Mark and I have been invivted to attend. I am taking the pictures of my sister's visit from last month as well as some pictures of my sister and I as children and making it into a photo album as one of her birthday gifts.
One of the pictures, the one of mummie with my sister and I, I am having framed. I will also send it to my sister.
I think they both will like it.
It is still cold here in Virginia.
Where is Global Warming when you really need it?