It Started at the Airport

There I was,

at the airport on Wednesday evening

getting ready to fly home for the weekend

when I spotted the woman next to me

reading.

What?

You might ask.

THE ARTFUL BLOGGER

So I couldn't help myself.

I asked.

And that is how I've come to know

Jenny Stevning

an amazing artist.

Please go take a look.

Her art is so precious,

colorful and heartfelt

I love it!

Jenny is my first fellow blogger meet.

I was incredibly excited

and I think she was too.

We talked until boarding.

Then sat next to each other so we could talk some more.

I felt as though I'd known her for years.

And would you believe - 

Sunday when I flew back to CA,

she was on the same flight again?

Yep, and I saved her a seat and we talked some more.

She tried to explain her art to me,

but I must say,

her words didn't do justice to what she creates.

They are lovely pictures.

Just go and see for yourself.

And let her know Jean sent you.

Oh, the roses,

are just because!

Pink Saturday, But I'm Blue

Already another week has passed.

And once again it's a Pink Day.

So please go by and say hello

to Beverly and all the other Pinkies.

at How Sweet the Sound.

And while it's Pink Saturday,

I'm blue . . .

My father has been fighting cancer,

and now, it seems, will need surgery.

Please keep him and my family in your thoughts and prayers.

Later today, I will try to get out and stop by to say hello.

Getting Older

Read a blog,

wish I could remember which one of yours it was.

It told the story 

about a man who went to get a burrito

and was offered the senior discount

and was upset

and forgot his keys

got in the wrong car

and had a young boy tell him 

it was okay, his grandfather always got confused too.

Laughed out loud it was so funny.

So then . . .

I returned home late last night,

and went to the fridge 

to get a glass of iced tea

and found this

A bit closer?

Can you tell what it is?

 

Another angle?

Yep, hubby's socks.

His response:

"Gosh, I wondered what happened to them."

 Number #1 son thought it was hysterical.