Things happen

I didn't really live at the pond a long time. It just seemed like a life time because we were so young. It was only really about 4 years. A lot happened in those years, to all of us, that affected what kind of adults we would be later or that grew to be favorite stories to tell our children.

Since I lost my mate in January I have not been able to post here. I was just getting to the the part where we get re-accquainted as he was fishing one day. The part where he rode by and saw me mowing the lawn in my swimsuit the day before and so decided he was going to marry me. I just have not been able to write it the way I want to and don't know that I can, yet.

So to get moving on I am going to try to condense that part of my life and move on. It really was only a year or two and I was doing other things besides being in love with the someday mate. I will come back and share it with you soon.

Thanks for understanding, this blog is not dead, just in shock.

A Short Holiday tale

We were early rising, mad dashing, noisy, romping Christmas kids. Even though we knew the story behind the celebration, like many other kids, we thought the holiday was all about us, instant gratification, presents, candy, treats, parades and not doing chores.

One year Dad tied all his boots and some cans to the door knob of our room and flipped them over the railing. When we tried to race out the door, first it wouldn't open, then it did and the boots kicked on the door while the cans banged about and made a terrible racket.

The parents woke up, of course. We were sent back and told we could open gifts when our rooms were clean. This should only take, ohhhh, FOREVER! And the parents slept on...

The amount of stuff that can be stuffed under a double bed was doubled that day! Beds were made, tops of dressers swept into drawers, rugs put straight and we raced back out to bang on the parents door. "We're DONE!"

After a sympathetic inspection we were allowed to head down stairs for our gifts!