Lauren sent me a pic last night of Reaves in the little red rocking chair. Priceless. It was given to Lauren by my mother when she was Reaves age and got broken in one spot. Cousin Mo got it fixed and painted both Reaves and Lauren's names on it. To die for cute. You care barely walk in there for all the toys. I took Cathy's little table and chairs and she really was intrigued with that. There was a sock monkey from Mamye that went into the inflatable ball pit where she likes to hang out.
It's fall festival time and I bought some brownies at the Holice Powell king's bake sale before I went in to the 'gentral. I left my readers in Jackson and must have. The girl at the checkout said "You know there's some on your head right?" The guy behind me just about lost it. I have two kinds of glasses....one for driving and one very strong reader. The cashier told me that when her mother died she found 40 pair of reading glasses in a drawer!
Something very strange happened yesterday and it kind of startled me. My friend Amy has been dead for about 2 weeks and all of a sudden her name popped up on messenger, I clicked on it and was actually able to read that conversation between us about our employer. Talk about shivers! I think it was her way of letting me know she loves me from heaven. Also, somebody was on her page....lol
Fall break is over for some and starting for others. I drool at the beach views I've been seeing. I will go next year if I have to turn tricks on the street corner to get the money. Hide and watch. I rolled by the cabin today and through carefully sidestepping the snake skin in the kitchen. It's so quiet in there without the whir of saws. I came home from there the other day with about a 12 inch square chunk of the mantel. My creative side jumped on it.
Let's get past this Kavanaugh thing and love one another. Just like with Trump, it is what it is. All of us didn't ask for it, but a majority did so there ya' go. I'm staying positive in spite of it all. Life is about more than who's in office.
Carry on young people ~ Frances Yarbro
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