General Discussion & Chat: Coffee and...For Monday, March 20, 2006 IT'S SPRING ♫♫♫♫, 0 by dmcdevitt

dmcdevitt wrote:
Oz, once again, you are too funny!

I'm here AFTER a good night's sleep!

I hope everyone else is getting a good sleep too. It's sunny today, always a good thing, 17 out....So I just won't go out!! so there!!

9kitty-your house a tulip bed are beautiful! I'm so glad Jennifer is doing well. I'm glad you got to have a lazy day, your body is busy healing and rebuilding even while you're napping, to say nothing of your mind having time to file away all the latest doings!!

MaryE-Ouch,I can't imagine 75 miles...when you said trot for 2 hours the other day I was agreeing with all the others who go by the wayside. Course I have a Standardbred I could ride and his walk might keep up with your trot if you're not going real fast! Then again his trot is HUGE. When he gets flustered he'll do a beautiful running walk. I should probably find a trainer who could help me get him doing that all the time! It's fast and smooth as silk. Jared was an adoptee from the harness track.I love him to pieces! I'm glad you don't have too many of those bad drug deal people around....scary! you know, I don't think we have anyplace you COULD ride 75 miles here without just going in circles.

dcat-The story of your father really struck home with me. I was 21, a senior in college. Came from a family with huge depression problems, so it was a stressful homelife. My father was orphaned by murder suicide at the age of 4, this was in the 20's, then the depression,etc, and you know there were no grief counselors back then, in fact he was stigmatized. By the time I was in college he pretty much kept to himself in depression. At church one Sunday the priest asked us to imagine what we would thinkand say if we only had one day left....I wrote a long letter to Dad and thanked him for his efforts and sacrifice and all his good points....I was so afraid to mail it, I was embarrassed, and thought he would just die of embarrassment. I remember walking for miles at dusk, finally walked up to a mailbox,threw it in and let the chute swing closed. He never said a word about receiving it, but when he died suddenly of a massive heart attack six months later it was in his nightstand, well read. I wrote to the priest to thank him. Best advice I ever took.

McCool-a couple years ago I painted a mural in the basement,my sister said it looked like I painted Spring...If I can find a photo i'll attach it. I don't know if we get bluebirds up here, I haven't seen any.

Elaine-that broccoli salad sounds great, I'm printing it out to save.

Ann-the cathedral is amazing. Faux painting is fun, but when I talk to people who do it all the time there are just horror stories about customers and deadlines, etc. Anyway, I think the kids and their teenage trials have sucked a lot of energy out,and maybe when they're on their way I'll get going again. I hope that's the case. As I've said I do less in a month than you do in a day! I didn't used to be like that! I also would like to do volunteer work and would love to work on social action, social justice, or support missionary work. There's so much that my mind would love to do, but life bogs me down.

Lauri and Carol-you and families have been in my prayers.

Hi to whomever I'm missing by name~~~~~Will stop back in

The basment mural