Happy Breakfast

Recently, I had breakfast at The Original Pancake House with friends. There is something about being on a little vacation that makes me want to eat breakfast out...and I don't play around with that breakfast. I don't order oatmeal or fruit or yoghurt. It's coffee, eggs and bacon the whole way! My friend Mark cleaned his plate and was informed by the waitress that because he cleaned his place it was going to be a great day. I didn't quite clean my plate but I made a little happy face so I could also have a great day. Throughout the rest of the day, Mark commented that our breakfast waitress was the best waitress he's ever met. She truly was cheery and helpful. I'm sure her elevated status was due to the fact that our coffee cups were never more than half empty. Whatever the reason, thank you sweet waitress for starting our day off on such an up-beat.

Thank you

I'm out of town and haven't had time to post to my blog but I have a quick minute now. And what I'm thinking about is Memorial Day. This weekend is a great time off, a moment to take a break from our work and the marker of the beginning of the summer. But remember to take a moment to remember our fallen men and women of the military. No matter your feelings regarding our involvement in past or current wars, please think of the individuals who have laid down their lives doing what they felt called to do. I also think today of the families who have lost loved ones and I say an extra little prayer for them as well. It's a time of celebration and remembrance.

Driving Under the Influence

On Friday I drove west to North Richland Hills to have dinner with my cousins. That's always fun because Craig can grill some pork chops and I like me some pork chops. Friday is my day off so I always love to just do things at my own pace. I always know what I want and need to fit into my Friday but there is no particular order and normally no one is waiting for me to arrive at a certain time...anywhere. Pure bliss! So as I left NRH after supper I pointed my car east and drove. I didn't have anywhere to be but I knew I wasn't really ready to go home. My husband was out of town and I felt like being 'out'...just driving around. To be honest, I felt like driving for a really long time. I think I could have just followed that sun into the West until I couldn't see it anymore. I felt full of thought and just kept getting more and more amazed at how God seemed to be hypnotizing me with that sun. It turned everything a color that I can't describe. All the buildings, the grass...the very air, seemed to be ablaze. Anyway, I finally decided to go home and was glad I took extra time getting there. What a silent and personal gift of peace that short drive was.

New Growth

A sweet friend reminded that that I should post a photo of the fish basket once I got the plant in there. Here it is...ground cover in the bottom with verigated impatients in the top. It looks so funny that I love it all the more. I'll be out planting some more today till the rain comes...Ahhh, Saturdays.