What up?

My mom is dying.

Holy mackeral! Such a day. The eggs were against me and Molly lied to me. I did make some lovely banana bread. Grumpy. I'm going to bed.

Delivery from my cat this morning. One half dead chipmunk. I think I'll have the scone instead...

Nice! A picnic at Stone Mountain Park with Bels and Molly and Roo. Roo tripped Molly and she fell in the water and soaked her pants and sleeves. Unfortunately she did not wear a shirt under her sweat jacket and of course she had no extra pants. Bels did not bring a jacket after a couple of suggestions that she should so she ended up wearing my sweater. Nonetheless, we all had a good time. It's pretty becuase it's spring. Some parts are scary due to our flood last fall. I love SMP. So glad it's almost my backyard.
The girls and are are planting a veggie garden , so we are in the process of clearing a patch of land. Always the toughest part of building a garden and I don't think the younger girls had this in mind when I mentioned "garden"...
Ah well, live and learn.

Snow has been falling most of the day in Atlanta. I stayed home with a cold and got to see the robins going nuts in the snow. I had no idea they would be so excited about it! From tree to tree and all over the yard, it was like a party! Now that the snow has stopped (temporarily?), everything is quiet...
Crazy weather in the south. But isn't that always the case in the winter and spring? Crazy wind at the end of February. Snow on March 2. Coming in like a lion. How will it go out? Can't tell 'til it gets here...
Bruce and I drove up to Asheville one spring break (April). As we were driving thru Peace Valley, I looked up at the mountain in front of us and asked Bruce what the white stuff was all over. I thought my eyes were malfunctioning. Within minutes we were in a Christmas card scene. Bizarre! We were just laughing so hard. It was so strange.

Just for fun!

Caption, please!

Why Do I?

I'm sitting in Borders once again instead of Sunday School. Why? With good reason, I assure you. I get one hour when I'm alone and no one knows me. The baristas recognize me, sure. But I'm some place where the only ones who know me are me and God. And I can just be me. Just me. Why does this mean so much?
Why do I hide me away from people. I don't let them know what I'm thinking. I show them a veneer or a painting of me (not a Vermeer...) And when something slips out, people are surprised, shocked. And that always bumps my balance a bit.
And why not? Have I not cultivated this distance? And when a tendril of me slips across, I should not be surprised when people act surprised. They thought they were talking to someone else.
I do not have much of a filter too speak of. I have my own autobahn from my brain to my mouth. My best friend assures me that she loves this about me because she knows I'm real. And I have a couple of friends like her. And my kids get this too, and sometimes Bruce.
The reason is simple my friends. Fear. Fear of rejection. Of ridicule. Of misunderstanding. Of losing myself. Of finding my self.
And the answer is simple, too. Walk into the fire. And let go.
Right. Time for me to pack up and head over to church to meet my lovely girls.
Painting in place?