Grandma’s Yarn A ball of yarn was never far from Grandma’s lap. Every Christmas, birthday, and special occasion they all knew there would be something for each of them lovingly knitted or crocheted by her. She’s been gone for years but they still miss her and how she made the special days even more special with her creations made of yarn and love.
It was strange seeing her here at the work site, so different from the woman he had known long ago. As he watched her there was no doubt she was a hard woman, keeping the crew in line and working, seeing that the job was done right and on time. Watching her he remembered her soft and playful as she undid her long thick braid letting her hair fall around her shoulders and with a smile took him to her bed.
Not much to chatter about today.
It is still cold but it was beautiful when I went for a walk.
It felt good to be out in the sunshine and wind.
I was dressed for the weather with coat and hat.
You know if you insulate the attic the house stays warmer
and so it is when you wear a hat.
When I came home I had a big mug of hot chocolate and
curled up in my afghan with a book.
A really good book by David Baldacci. Memory Man
I have yet to read a book by Baldacci that I didn’t like…a lot.
He writes the kind of book I find hard to put down.
As soon as I finish here I will get back to it.
In the Realm of Reality, Babe and Hunk, each dreamed of finding that perfect someone to marry and live happily ever after. They both had their share of relationships that they ended because they were unwilling to settle for someone who was less than perfect. When they met passion engulfed them and they were blinded by love and they married in less than a year and moved away from the Realm of Reality. Of course, they knew their own faults and frailties, but could see none in the other. Blissfully unaware of the imperfections of the other, Babe and Hunk lived happily ever after in the Land of Lala.
This post is in response to the prompt at In Other Words “All have their frailties and whoever looks for a friend without imperfections will never find what he seeks.” Cyrus the Great
I sit in this small room shaken to my very core by what has happened today.
Never in my wildest imaginings did I think I would know love like this
and I certainly didn’t believe in miracles.
Life was so normal this morning but now this afternoon
it is so different, amazingly, unbelievably different.
All because he opened his eyes and looked into mine.
Hello, baby boy, welcome to my heart.
I am linking today to In Other Words
the prompt this week is “Where there is great love, there are always miracles.” Willa Cather and to Five Sentence Fiction
the prompt this week is Open
She laughed when they told her how shocked they were at what she was about to do. Yes, she had worked long and hard achieving a status with the company few of them would ever attain. And yes, she was walking away from everything and everyone. Leaving it all behind to take the first step to living her dream, the dream she had been dreaming for as long as she could remember. Besides, she wasn’t really abandoning everything…she was definitely keeping her faith.