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Wednesday Morning Daybook

Outside my window...

a quiet, drizzly morning, that will only make the greens greener when the sky clears. Oh, to see life bursting forth makes that terribly long winter fade into another memory.

I am thinking...

about the fact that we killed Bin Laden on Divine Mercy Sunday, the same day we beatified a truly beautiful man. What would he have said? My thoughts are filled with sadness and confusion over this.

I am thankful for...

...my husband and children, who make my life so full.

...new friends

...garden beds waiting to be planted

...coffee in my "new" vintage cup

...gently falling rain

From the lesson plans...

four weeks and counting til summer break!! I can't believe we stayed on track all year. As we closed our books before Easter, the lesson plans said, "See you after Easter". Such an accomplishment for me, I must say.

From the kitchen...

a crock pot full of delicious, simmering Hawaiin pork BBQ for the family get together lunch at the band hall this afternoon.

I am wearing...

jeans and a t-shirt, though I will change into my new dress before we leave. I am trying to make a change in my wardrobe, slowly adding more simple dresses and less jeans and t-shirts.

I am creating...

a dress for myself from a vintage (1963) pattern. I bought some beautiful fabric to make a Sunday dress. As I started reading how to put the dress together, I realized it would be prudent to make a practice dress from less expensive fabric. I have cut the pieces for the practice dress and started pinning the bodice together. It looks very tricky. I'll be going very slowly.

I am reading...

Saint Therese's "Story of a Soul".

I am hoping...


...to put the plants in the garden this weekend

...to help Tony build a compost bin

...to make a dress that does not look homemade

I am hearing...

Jack and Anna entertaining Therese while I type.

Around the house...

not neatness, I tell you that! We had dinner guests twice last week and the house looked wonderful then, but with shed painting, herb planting and general outdoorsyness, the house has been neglected.

I am going...

to the picnic lunch at Tony's work, the commissary and if the weather permits, the local farmer's market.

One of my favorite things...

the smell of the first drops of rain as it falls to the ground. The scent filled my nose as Olivia opened the car door this morning to walk into school. The windshield had a light misting and the air smelled of freshness and spring.


I am praying for...


all those on my list of special, private intentions.



Picture of the day...

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  1. People Power GrannyMay 4, 2011 at 11:41 AM

    Jenny, reminds me so much of the things I would have written 20 years ago or more myself. Lots of goings on in our lives. We can savor them or dismiss them or cuss them. But savoring works best. I also mourn when anyone is killed.

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  2. KarenMay 5, 2011 at 2:28 PM

    I love your morning reflections. I will be thinking of you and my other bereaved friends on Mama's Day.
    Hugs to you.

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