The Way Life Is

Hey, how are you? I am so glad you stopped by. I have traveled a few miles since we visited last week. I drove over to Morris  on Saturday and then number II daughter and her hubby and I drove to Norman and back on Sunday  for a wedding shower for my youngest granddaughter and her soon-to-be husband. 

I got back home late Monday afternoon a day earlier than expected and weary from driving in the rain for two hours between here and Morris, but in good spirits. As soon as I pulled into my garage and saw the pieces of trim stacked in my garage, I started laughing. Daughter number I and her hubby were going to surprise me with a redecorated utility room for Mother's Day and I had spoiled the surprise by coming home early.

For a split second I thought about checking into a motel for the night before they knew I had come home, but this old body just doesn't have the response time it once did. I'll post a picture when the room is finished. 

So what are your plans for Mother's Day? Most of us will take some time for reflection, don't you think?  I was 17 when my first child was born. He was a sweet little boy and he is a nice man.  All of my children are nice people, and considering they had a child for a mother, the phrase, "Thank God," is quite accurate when attributing credit for their good qualities.  

I read somewhere that the lady responsible for Mother's day was not really happy about the way her idea evolved into a commercial entity. That happens sometimes. What we intended and the end result are often quite different. Sometimes that is a good thing. Sometimes it isn't. That's just the way life is. 

Well, I think I will take a walk around the neighborhood and see who all has their tomato plants set. Roses are starting to bloom too. Cool as its been,they should really be pretty. 
Until next time,
I bid you peace