This morning I was talking to a friend (we go way back), she started laughing about "stuff" as she was cleaning out saved and important papers. She was finding out most were not so important and was wondering why she kept the stuff. Then I brought up "little things". Even talking to her I was writing tonight's blog! That is bad, pay attention to the moment Cheryl!
On to "little things." Like making the bed. I was so excited when my grandson came over first thing this morning wanting to know if I wanted to ride to Olean that make-up on, hair done, dressed and out the door in 15 min. The bed? Down the road a few miles I remembered I didn't make the bed! Nothing worse than an unmade bed in my world. Heck, it's a little thing. Spending precious moments with family or friends out trumps the bed. I think age puts a whole new light on what to worry about.
So what little things make my world? Hard to say, they happen at any given time of the day. Most of mine are put a smile on my face, make my heart skip a beat or just plain pop tears in my eyes with gratitude and love. If the little thing happens to tick me off everyone knows, it shows on my face and out my mouth!
No real cook'n today, breakfast at Spragues (thick double smoked bacon) is so good. Then Kent bought me a cup of Tim Horton's coffee to relax with on the way home. One of those little things that made me smile and relax I did. We had some good eye rolls and laughs! What ya see in the city. Kent likes to ask about our school days. Of course I can go on and on. It's fun telling about what we did (left a few things out), our friends, teachers and coaches. No cells, computers, colored tv, xm, not even our own cars! Dang, sounds like we were deprived growing up (smile here). I can remember the first potato chip I ate! At Sharon Baker's house and they were Wise Chips. I did tell Kent that our cokes were 6 oz Dixie cup size for a nickle. Remember coffee cups were not mugs, just the squatty, little, round and wide at the top cups. They probably held 4 oz of coffee to the brim. Now we need the large size!
Tonight is a "free" supper (leftovers) and fried summer squash. The Buttermilk Peach Cake and coffee will be enough to keep us happy. I do want to tell you the peach cake is delicious and I am going to rank it above the blueberry bread. Cold is still my pick, it has a bread pudding texture on the bottom layer, yellow cake texture on top with a thin glaze of the reduced peach juice. With the ground nutmeg it almost has an old fashioned sugar cookie taste. Maybe I shouldn't put it above Blueberry Bread, both are delicious but different.
One more thing I often think about.........actually smile about.........Why in the heck did I start this blog? I never dreamed so many would tune in! I sure know it has spiraled past my imagination and still trying to figure out why. Today I added the country of Chile to foreign readers, Hola! I am not great (or even good) with sentence structure, punctuation, proper content of a paragraph, etc. I love blogging, (plus following other bloggers) love what I do and do what I love. Don't let the "little things" get in your way!
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| Our "little house", hard to imagine we have lived here 15 yrs. |
