Close to the end of the year when my travel slows down I make a day of getting nearly EVERYTHING done at once.
Physical, pap, blood work, flu shot and mammogram.
I can now mark all of these goodies off of my list for another year. It’s a great way to know I’m going into “sick season” with a healthy start.
Being as I sit in air pressure controlled metal tubes with wings – trapped with hundreds of other passengers of dubious health, I feel safest getting a flu shot. I know some don’t – but I can’t keep myself in a sterile environment for the entirety of the winter, so I consider it as insurance. It might not work, but at least I took steps to TRY.
As I was driving home through the rain, I was just mesmerized by the brilliant color of the trees in my own neighborhood.
I thought I’d share them with you today.
Glorious golds and russets as we continue up the road.
In front of my drive where I turn in --
My house at the end of the driveway below, almost hidden by the trees and leaves.
Looking back up the drive – someone is going to have a LOT of leaf blowing to do as soon as the rain stops and the ground dries a bit!
I’m spending some time with batting scraps, getting ready to transport my great-grandmother’s china to the cabin where we plan to spend many family dinners – starting with this Thanksgiving. I love this pattern. It’s made in England and has been present at almost every family dinner I remember growing up, and every family dinner we've had since my babies were born.
This year my dad is coming from Arizona to spend Thanksgiving with us, and as this china came from his side of the family, it is only fitting that we celebrate Thanksgiving with these pieces that hold so many memories --
For those who are prayerful, for those who can spare positive thoughts of comfort and acceptance, please keep my brother Mark and his family in your thoughts, prayers and close to your heart. He called me last evening to tell me that they discovered a brain tumor. He is in surgery today to have it removed. It’s almost too scary to think about, and difficult to talk about ---and to calm my soul, I gently wrap family china between scraps of batting and hope there will still yet be many family dinners to come.