it's all good...

 ...even the bad things.  Life is interesting, and a verse keeps coming to me:  The spirit of a man will sustain him in sickness, but a broken spirit, who can bear?  Prov. 18:14.   Bent, but not broken, right?  God causes all things to work together for our good, when we love Him.  Sometimes if feels like my very soul is being scorched, but what can I do?  Give up?  Worry?  Blame someone?  Isn't it better to find something in it all to be thankful for, even if I don't understand things?  

We are having absolutely gorgeous weather here in New York State.  Warm and breezy, sunny skies, cool at night, just perfect.  I went out and dawdled around this morning, swept up the grass cuttings from the sidewalk, cleaned up after the dogs, watered my flowers...then I came in and sat in my comfy chair for a bit, and went out again...to the pool deck.  I scrubbed and hosed off some chairs, and the deck itself.  The pool cover is off, and the hose has been in, filling that pool right up so we can run the filter.  It's not too bad, some leaves in there, but nothing like the years we left it uncovered!  

I'm sure the water is freezing, but one of these days, I'll actually be swimming in my own pool again, it's such a short portion of the year, here in the north.  

I have been a hurtin' unit lately.  Achey legs, achey back, ugh.  5,400 steps, so it's not like I have been overly lazy, but I think the arthritis in my knees has been just screaming at me.  I wondered if I was fighting off what Paul didn't fight off, which we think was Covid again.  He was SO tired.  The last time I felt like I was fighting it off, I had a few days of extra body aches too.  

Anyway.  Paul and I went to 6 year old granddaughter Elise's dance recital this evening, she is in ballet.  Mariel was there too, and Sonja with Charlotte Claire and Camille.  They left to go hang out with their friends, and Paul and I went to Walmart to get a new plug for the camper/truck electrical switch.  Then to Harbor Freight to get a brand new weight distribution hitch. (remind me that I DO get presents sometimes!).  Then we went to the cemetery to see him mama's gravestone, which is still so unreal to me.  I have not reconciled myself to the fact that she is no longer with us.  I still think of things to tell her, and am always hearing what she would say about things, she did have something to say about everything.  I truly miss her.  

This little guy is buried right near her: 

He only has a little marker, but that's okay.  

It was a pleasant outing, even the sad part, spending some time with Paul is always nice.  He's had a really rough week, but seems to be on the mend.  He's planning to go fishing tomorrow:)

Kathryn and I went out and about a few times this week.  I waited in the car with her little ones while she went into the dr. to sign some papers.  We sang songs, I gave them cookies, and I played Oscar the Grouch's I Love Trash for them, and we talked about all the people coming and going in the parking lot.  I pointed out that the old lady had a sweater on because old people get colder.  Rhys so sweetly asked, "Are you cold, Grandma?"  Touche', Rhys.  

She came over to visit a few times too...Jamie likes the rocking puppy...

Ahh, the warm evenings on the deck...I bought a few more flowers at Walmart today, need to put them in bigger pots...

I think some grandkids are coming over tomorrow.  It's been a while for most of them, it'll be fun.  

And...I'm not going to go on and on about this, but can you imagine that we live in a country where the legal system is used to punish one's political enemies?  

Anyway, we had Costco chicken this week, and I made some excellent meatballs.   I made some chicken breast, tossed in baking powder, flour and corn starch, and fried up in olive oil...some in orange sauce, some in buffalo sauce, and some plain.  

Ah well....it this post scrambled enough for you?  I don't know what random things to write about sometimes!  There are of course things that are not for the blog, as usual, and it can seem like I'm leaving out crucial info, like la-ti-da, hunky dory life, right here!

 I saw an article where a few young people are having fits about growing up in the public eye, having every event documented on Facebook, how much they hate that their first period was public knowledge...that's awful, but, remember this...just as they are victims in this, their mothers sort of were too...everyone else was doing it!  They probably didn't think of later repercussions.   

So far as I know, none of my kids are accusing me of being a Life Ruiner.  I hope I wasn't too forthcoming...

And, it's late.  I need to get some sleep.