Mosaic Monday-Longing for Spring

It's Mosaic Monday....Here's my longing...Spring...Will it ever get here?

Join me at Little Red House for wonderful mosaics.

Lessons Learned

Our newest grandbaby comes to visit us often.  We take the responsibility of some of his learning very seriously.  We make sure he had educational books and toys, we encourage his baby talk, we show him how to brush his hair and teeth...all the things his parents do but we reinforce his learning.  I am mindful of the lessons we teach all those around us.  But in the kitchen, during a quiet moment between the three of us, Gran, Poppy and Bradley, I had the joy of watching simple lessons learned.  Jim was eating Oreo cookies dunked in  milk, B was sitting on the counter watching him and then picked up an Oreo and dunked it in Jim's milk...whole hand and all.  Results...no words spoken, no plans made....lessons learned.

It's My Birthday

Today is my birthday.  It's not going to be a huge celebration, just family and friends over a couple of pizza's but mine just the same. 

Windsor HIgh School Boys Basketball team was playing in the championship game in Boulder last night...
We lost but I am proud of the kids.
I talked Jim into taking me to Black Hawk for my birthday.  He said yes.

We sat down at a table of 3 Card Poker, played one hand and in the next the lady sitting next to me got jackpot hand dealt to her.  This hand won her the progressive, $1500.00 plus her winnings and all of us playing with her $100.00.  We then spent the rest of the night playing on the house. 

At midnight, I after telling the entire casino...or maybe just my Blackjack table...it was my birthday, the dealer let me cut and on the first hand dealt me a Blackjack.  We were playing single deck blackjack and on the second hand from my cut....I stood up and shouted

"It's my birthday"  and flipped over another Blackjack.

Two Blackjacks in a row!!!  It's going to be a very good year for me.

On the corner of 71st Ave and Hwy 34 there was an old homestead.  The place called to me for the longest time....begging me to find it's inner beauty.  I stopped one afternoon and it revealed itself.  I stood for over an hour listening to it whisper of families who lived there...happy times and of neglect to destruction it had become.  I loved that old house with but a few windows and when the light was just right....artistry.

I drove by today and all that is left of my little house is a pile of junk...peices of the past lying in a heap.

But I remember...

Breathe

Oh what a busy time my life has become.  I am dancing as fast as I can and it is not enough.....I need to stop

.......and Breathe