Counting flowers on the wall

 

Good morning, friends.

That old lady in Sean's column was right.  F.U.N. may be the hardest thing I'll ever do.   It's almost like 'the Universe' read my intention and said, "Let's just see about that."

Evidence last week when 13 tornados marched across Alabama. 

Not ours!  This was next door to one of my lady friends.

No internet, no television.  "Counting flowers on the wall ..."

My olden eyes were too weary to comprehend the written word, so I amused myself making an enormous ugly omelet at 3:07.  Pondering: the last time I pulled an all-nighter was much more fun.     

Come Saturday, we enjoyed our postponed Christmas with Troy and Lois.   FUN!

Someone knows how much I adore funky socks!

I tried my hand at making sausage bread.  Have to admit, it looked good and I had FUN playing with the dough.   In truth, it tasted far too dough-ey but everyone was kind enough not to say anything.  

My favorite?

Not the hair, silly ... 

It's a canvas of my parents in days gone by.

It certainly looked like they were having FUN .... even without benefit of hand-held electronics.   Son observed, "There were stars in their eyes."

Having had a frank discussion with Pastor Janet, I've decided to continue participating in Monday morning Bible studies.   Sure, I still harbor ill feelings about the (video-taped) facilitator but discovered if I'm early enough to secure a seat in the back I can surreptitiously play Wordle/Quordle while she's speaking.   That's FUN, and so are the ladies. 

What else?  Not one but both our girls suddenly -- and days apart -- pulled up lame.   Being 'helicopter' paw-rents, we wasted no time taking the first (Grace) to the vet where she was poked, prodded and x-rayed.  Thankful for prescription pills that seem to be working and watching them having FUN again.

Oh, this begs a caption -- 

but I'm too polite to venture my own thoughts.

Thankful after yesterday's trip to the eye doctor in Birmingham, Tom's agreed we should look for someone else (less rude) closer to home.  The first visit I thought, "Well maybe she's just having a bad day."  Two times, however?  "You're out!"  At least we got to enjoy a great lunch, so in my book that counts as FUN.

So, they've escalated today's severe weather threat to 'red' ... I'm thankful for helmets and weather radios.   But first, I have to run out for a prescription and a few groceries because I was too lazy to go last night.   Thankful for a line from my daily devotional:  "Some of us worry unnecessarily and so lose a lot of FUN from life.  There is no need for us nervously to pace the deck if the great Pilot is at the helm."  

And all God's people said ...

(You know the rest!)

It's a great day to have FUN!

Hugs, Myra