A baby engulfs the sunshine of your heart. The total innocence of the sleeping babe who gently drifts into dreamland captures a promise and bond of everlasting love. After a splashing bath, shampoo and giggly towel dry off, watching over him as he gently achieves a deep rest, your aim is simply to love and protect this tiny being.
As always an optional gratitude section is included at the end. Here are this week’s questions:
1. Do you prefer your home painted in neutral colours with pictures or furnishings to add warmth and character? I like a cozy homey atmosphere so both I guess.😌
2. Do you prefer wooden/tiled floors or carpets and rugs?I prefer tile because of my wheelchair. Making my bed on the mandatory bedroom carpet is a pita.🙄
3. Do you have an outside patio, balcony, or decking?According to the apartment brochures I have a spacious patio which is an eight foot square of cement. I do have a regular glass door to get in and out which is much better than my previous apartment with a heavy sliding glass door. My firefighter grandson said when I locked it still was not safe when he could simply lift it off its tracks.😳
4. Do you prefer a traditional bathroom with bath/shower or a wet room? I have a large shower with a bench which took a while to get used to, but now fine. I wish the water pressure was better☺️
My gratitude this week is apparently my new upstairs neighbor is a quiet couple. The person previously above me moved down to my first floor but luckily to the end of the hall. Her grandkids still run wild in that hall but at least no “dropping a bowling ball” noise on my ceiling. And my daughter is back to work today recovered almost completely from her surgery.🥰
Humans began building structures for shelter roughly 300,000 to 500,000 years ago, evolving from using natural caves to creating huts from branches, animal hides, and bones. Houses are more than just the walls around us or the roof over our heads, as they are places where we feel comfortable and we connect to them because we feel that is where we belong.
… I’ve been so many miles I’ve done forgot how long I’ve been gone I’ve worn a hole right through my soul and both these shoes I’ve got on I ran the streets, I’ve shot the breeze I’ve seen the world but found out My ragged heart’s still on a string that’s tied to you
… And, I’m on my way (hey), I’m almost there I look like hell, baby, but I don’t care Take out your best dress, leave it on the floor I’m coming in hot, baby, can’t wait no more, yeah
… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war
… You kept a candle in the window, waiting, burning for me I’m turning home I’ll turn you on as soon as I turn the key Your gravity is pulling me, you’re all I need
… I’m on my way (hey), I’m almost there I look like hell, baby, but I don’t care Yeah, this old highway is through with me Yeah, there’s a million winding roads But, just one place I wanna be
… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war
… I’m on my way Hey, hey I’m on my way
… So baby leave the light on, and let your hair down I’m your midnight rider, it won’t be long now Been driving all night, so Katy bar the door Gonna hold you tight, so hold the phone Gonna kiss you like I’m coming home from war
… Just like I’m coming home from war I’m on my way I’m on my way
As we grew nearer to the rock, too large it seemed to be what our guide said it was – a map of symbols, now covered by a shroud, when the trail narrowed and the sun mysteriously to dull. The guide’s promise was after we crossed the water barrier, the sun painting would become clear to us. We all expected to see artifacts and ancient hieroglyphics, but the huge sun symbol was intriguing. From that area, tracks on the path led us to a moon sign, not an historical image, but placed next to what appeared to be a hand hewn spear, free standing on the side. The guide assured us it was authentic, stolen from a cave hundreds of years ago, but how many other tourists had walked by it, probably touching it? Later as our group discussed the tour, we decided most of what we saw was definitely not the real thing.
The Bag Lady 
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