Bike Ride

That's my bike with the basket.  I haven't
gone for a bike ride for 10 years or more.
It wasn't easy..but with a stool..I was able
to get on and ride.  Just happy, even for the few
minutes. 

It felt liberating. Like the feeling I get in
my dreams when I fly. Yep, I soar in my
dreams.  Just glide through the sky.
A breeze in my hair.  
Definitely, going
to try again tomorrow. 

My right pelvic area is fused to my spine.
It's not the easiest thing to get on my bike.
Once I am there though.
No matter, it is really important to get moving and  fun.

See the little paper Santa?  Joe brought a vintage pack
still in its original wrap.  Isn't he cute? And there are
five others.

First year with our upside down tree. 

Happy feet. 

Happy Birthday Mr. Lee

Happy Birthday
to the man the Lord hand picked for me.
And I finally listened.

Available at Country Roads.  He is crafty.

It was his staff who first called him
Mr. Lee.  The motley crew of misfits
ex-cons, honorable men that had served
on the Vietnam side, educated individuals
from all over the world working in low
paying retail jobs.  They wanted to
respect him but couldn't say his last
name so he became Mr. Lee.

Country Roads. We feel like Royalty.

On his name badge, the name Rodj, the
name I called him for the first year we
knew of each other.  He had taken
the management staff literally.  "Put
whatever name you want on your badge."

Country Roads.  He is handy with tools. This is a shelf made from a shutter.

For the past 10 years,
Mr. Lee has done God's work.
Working with and for our retired
military officers.  Honoring their
dignity in life and death.  Supporting
families and serving in delivering
last wishes.

Girl has become quite a photograph.  She took this one.

Mr. Lee doesn't believe he is special
but he allows all of us to be ourselves.
In his shadow, he is bigger than the rest
of us, we bloom.  In his shelter, we are
free and safe.

Pray beads plants. He makes my roses bloom

This morning, like most days, I will
tell him, you have made all my dreams
come true.  He won't believe me.

Happy Birthday my precious beloved
husband.   We love you MORE.

Merry Christmas 2012

Season's Blessings
Merry Christmas

Country Roads...a magical place

Grace

It must be over 20 years now.
It may have been a conversation overheard,
A particularly poignant sermon,
or words of wisdom.

Breakfast at Zov's in Tustin

The definition of grace.
Grace is want we don't
deserve and get anyway.

The day started with a lovely breakfast.

In 1998, a colleague said,
"You aren't lucky you are
Blessed."

Messing Around

Indeed. Blessed.  I am
Blessed.  Blessed from
the Holy Spirit, who gives
me courage, who fills me with
boldness, if not for myself for
the ones I love.

Colors of the Season

True, I will never be the Woman
of the Year, accomplish any heroic deed
but yet, I am Blessed.

Roger's Garden

Blessed in love, Blessed with
a sibling who understands,
Blessed with children
and
Blessed with a treasure chest of
friends. Jewels more precious
than gold or diamonds.

Yes, Grace is intimately spoken
here. 

Crafty Revolution

Mad dash.


Time to get crafting.
Can't wait to show
you what I have up my sleeve.

Happy Friday.  

Inspiration

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christmas Count Down

Matthew 24:36

³⁶ “But about that day or hour no one knows, 
not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son,^[a] but only the Father.


The anticipation of the Christmas.
My brother coming. 
Makes be giddy.
Butterflies of the heart and soul.

We celebrate and remember our precious loved ones.

Final Grade

Yesterday, I anxiously awaited my final grade from
the 
Masters Public Administration.
Quiet celebration.
My heart is full of gratitude.

With no homework responsiblity
looming over my head.

Thank you Jessica and Todd
for sweating out our last homework
night.  I say, our, because no one
achieves anything meaningful
alone. 

Goodwill Industries goodness. 
Joe and I have decided
we really don't want to support the Walmarts
of the world.  We still visit for some
staples.
We do very little shopping there
now.
We want cheap and good.  Made in the USA
is preferred and we seek quality. 
We avoid China.

Granny crafts are still our favorites.

Mr. Lee may receive a new camera for his
birthday.  So my bloggy readers don't have to
suffer substandard photos.

Vintage is better than new.

These flowers would look great on the wreath I am making for
my friend Laura.  She lives in New York and traveled to
Times Square to fetch 2013 novelty glasses for my family.

Christmasy inspiration and handicrafts from
here to New Years Eve.  Some lovely day
trips thrown in for good measure.

Thank you for stopping by.