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Stitches

By Lynne, on July 22nd, 2015%

A stitch in time…well, a stitch in time takes time. And it keeps you from other things like writing a pretty regular weekly post that’s been a fairly consistent routine for the last five years. Oh, and there were the three graduations and a wedding, trips to NY and CA, lots of . . . → Read More: Stitches

Stars

By Lynne, on May 26th, 2015%

They’ve worked four arduous years for their goal. I only worked for six and a half months. But it was an accomplishment for all of us…tackling something that we thought at times was completely beyond our abilities. Nevertheless, we persevered.

Our only granddaughter, and her fiance Colin, graduated this weekend . . . → Read More: Stars

Scrapped

By Lynne, on May 6th, 2015%

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

Reveal

By Lynne, on April 29th, 2015%

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Stories

By Lynne, on April 15th, 2015%

I’ve listed to a lot of stories this last week. Thankfully. They were a great amusement, comfort, and distraction as I waited for results of a medical procedure my husband was undergoing at a local hospital.

One of the disadvantages of moving away from long established relationships is that no . . . → Read More: Stories

Improv

By Lynne, on April 1st, 2015%

Some weeks you just have to improvise. Too many balls in the air. Mostly fun, but a sad one as well. We’ve lost a beloved friend from church who hosted our weekly Bible study at her home. Valerie never met a stranger; she was so graciously welcoming when I first met her . . . → Read More: Improv

Unmasked

By Lynne, on March 18th, 2015%

I could barely walk by the time I drove home and got out of the car. An hour and a half nap was immediately in order as a chaser to a couple of ibuprofen. And nine and half hours of overnight sleep mandatory for a woman of my vintage to recover from . . . → Read More: Unmasked

New

By Lynne, on March 11th, 2015%

There’s always something new up my sleeve. Combined with being a crafty (as in sly) grandma type, I had a very creatively fulfilling time this week. I also had the privilege of helping our pastor’s eight year old twin daughters and his ten year son learn how to sew. Their first project? . . . → Read More: New

Discovery

By Lynne, on March 4th, 2015%

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just discovered that after two whole weeks of activities and appointments cancelled because of snow and ice, a day-long evacuation of our home because of area wide power outages, the ornamental pear trees in the front yard are shaking their limbed fists in the face of . . . → Read More: Discovery

Cookies

By Lynne, on February 25th, 2015%

Finally. There were a few leftovers. A scant few cookies left on the wooden tray out in the garage. The third heaping tray of hot out of the oven chocolate chip cookies that had drawn kids from all over the housing development to supposedly sled on our awesomely icy driveway. Really, it’s . . . → Read More: Cookies