Angie climbed out of the red Corvette and grabbed her leather purse. Trying to picture what was on her calendar for the rest of the day, she hefted the two bags out of the back seat. The thump of the door brought on a smile that enveloped her face. Love this old time beauty.
She laughed to herself as her little one slid a hand back and forth, launching green missiles off the tray and across the floor. She smiled as she watched her child explore the world of food. As expected, the head went over the side of the highchair. Baby eyes collected the data of the most recent experiment on the principle of gravity.
Happy Third Friday, Everyone. It’s a treat to share this video message from my friend Naomi. She’s a wonderful travel companion and constant encourager. That is as long as she’s warm and dry.
She sat on the Bentwood chair staring through the screen. The blue sky outside the breakfast nook window went unseen. “What am I gonna do?” Her hand batted away the option that came to mind. “That’s impossible. And where are you anyway, God? I give up.”
How long had it been since she gave in to her gut … responded to the cue whispered on the inside? Surely more than a year. Or was it two? Just about the time she started making excuses for him. The noise from the party next door invaded the kitchen and shifted her mind to memories of the extravagant reception. A chill ran through …
I was driving along trying to see my way around the bird poop on my windshield. The mess had been there a few days. I hadn’t gotten around to taking care of it. As I was getting in the car I noticed it had even drawn some flies. I was not a happy driver.