Merry Christmas

This year is another Christmas for my shoebox tree. At church we sell trees for a fund raiser. There were fewer trees and higher prices so I'm opting for my little one. It's easy to set up, fits in the spot, and is just darn cute. A present even fits under it! 

As I get older, I truly find that it's the thought that counts.  

Merry Christmas!

Halloween Fun

When my niece was little we had so much Halloween fun. Now she's grown with little ones of her own. She told me she has such happy memories of the spooky fun that she's making sure the tradition carries on. 

Life moves in cycles.

Family Reunion

 

This summer I had baby birds in one of the birdhouses I hung up. I'd walk by and hear chirp, chirp, chirp. There was a whole brood of them. One day, no chirping. The birds had flown away from home. I'd see them around the yard. It's funny watching them learn to fly. They'd play in the bushes. They used my outside table as a "fort" hopping around. This is a family portrait. So funny.

Birdsong

Knock, knock? Anyone home? I have bird houses in my backyard. In the spring I can hear baby birds chirping. I don't often see the parents though. On this day I captured a potential tenant checking out the property.  

I always relaxed hearing birds sing. Now I've read there is a study that birdsong rewires the brain. It seems birdsong reaches very deep into our subconscious and reminds us to be part of the life on Earth.

So tweet on!
 

Paperless?

I'm a librarian. I organize information. I maintain records for over 120,000 items not to mention all the electronic titles I manage. Is it any wonder I cringe at the sight of my personal file drawer?

So much for a "paperless" society!!!

Where's my banana?

I got home from church and noticed the "key battery" light was blinking in my car. I came in the house, grabbed a banana (it's almost lunch time), peeled the banana and took a bite. Then I sat at the computer to look up how to change the battery. Found the instructions, popped open the key, changed the battery. Tested it (It worked!) and was thinking "that was easy" but then thought "where's my banana?" I don't remember eating it. I looked for it but couldn't find it. Did I eat it? If you need me to change a key battery, I'm the girl. Banana recovery? Not me. I hope I ate it or I'm sure to find a gooey black mess. Getting old is not for the weak.

Quiet Time

After a career of working, conferences, power lunches, and all other sorts of "peopling" I'm retired, and I've stopped. I'm happy with a cup of coffee and a whimsical novel or work of literature. I don't go to movies (too close of quarters), eat at restaurants (too noisy), or drive on the interstate (too nerve wracking), or travel (all too much) so I'm done with all that. 

I work part-time at the library, volunteer at church, putter in my garden, chat with neighbors, and read. It's wonderful to sit back and appreciate the quiet life I've created. I pray everyone can be as blessed.