Just a Pretty Picture

My son’s friends are in from out of town.  Sooo good to see them.  I was so excited I went through all my pictures and found the ones with them in them when all the guys were young.  They are so big and handsome now. I kissed one of them on the cheek and felt stubble.  Sobering!

I painted a lot yesterday. I also bought a digital camera so I can get then and now shots of my boys and their buddies.  After taking a picture or two of my feet, I got the hang of the basics.  When I went down with the camera 18 tells me:  “You can take pictures but we are not posing.”

I said okay.  But that was just for the day.  I am going to get my posed pictures before they go.  There’s no getting out of it.

Played tennis this morning and I plan to get a lot done on a lot of things. . . maybe.

I know you guys think I will never get around to the endless surprise but tomorrow will be dedicated to that surprise.  I am on a mission.  It has begun to bother me.  I hate long races.  And this thing has been a Marathon.  Nobody’s fault.  It was just that it was new to me and I didn’t know what I was doing. (which, as you know, rarely stops me).

But I tell you what, it really slowed me down.  Then I found a couple of people who have been down this road and  who – and this is important – share my state of mind about things. So I am on my way.

Here’s wishing you both peace and progress.