Weedvillian Walker: Jammie Day

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Jammie Day

Ok, I'm having a jammie day. About time too, its 21 here today and snowing and blowing. I don't have to go anywhere and doubt that anyone will be here. My hubby is working nights and is sleeping so I am doing a bit more decorating.

have been busy, walked the new treadmill, put some more decorations up downstairs and just came up to eat breakfast. Breakfast at lunchtime today, its 11:45.

I have some housecleaning I want done, in my jammies, some more decorating to do, in my jammies, laundry needs finished too, in my jammies. Get the point? Pink flannel jammies to be sure. Warm, comfy and not leaving the house.

I miss my kids.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: you had a jammie day? i knew i should have stopped in! : ) i miss your kids, too, if that helps at all.; 9:24 PM

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

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