Those Neat Bags

Have you got any of those neat little bags to use instead of plastic or paper from the grocery store? They are supposed to keep us from using so much oil or cutting down so many trees. I have found them to be useful in many other ways.
Many of the ladies where I work use them to carry things to and from their car. So I use one of my green ones for a briefcase. My blue bag is just right for paying bills because there are so many and they make me feel that color. My other green bag is really used for shopping. It takes a lot of green when you buy groceries. The dignified black bag is used when I really feel "dressed up." And when I go on long walks I take my red bag so my friends can ride along too. And of course, since they come in so many different colors you can match your accessories with the color of the bags. I sure do love them!

Gifts

This was an interesting holiday season. The weather was terrible cold. We had a blizzard just days before and while family were travelling here. A big majority of those that came got the flu. In spite of all of that, I think we had a pretty good time. Lots of food. Time together. And a time of giving.
This year I was overwhelmed by gifts I received.
One of the young ladies that I work with had a very nice camera that she let me borrow once and offered to sell me a couple of months ago. I was telling her that I loved it, but I would have to convince Sharlene that it was something "we" wanted to get. We had talked about getting a new camera but nothing had been decided. Well, I was telling Teena (the young lady) that I was working on Sharlene, but I did not think the job was going to get done. Little did I know, but she had been talking to Teena too. And on Christmas morning there next to my stocking was this beautiful camera. I was shocked. I still am. It is so beautiful. Thank you so much Sharlene!
I also got quite a gift from Becky. Each year I give many in my family a corn cob. Dad had told me many years ago that his father had given him and his brother Vaughn a corn cob or a lump of coal at Christmas. So, several years ago I began to give corn cobs. Then I changed things and began to not just wrap up a cob and put it under the tree. Now, I am not an artist, and my creatations are maybe even crude, but I have made Barbie and Ken Cobs, corn cob light houses, corn cob christmas trees, corn cob flag poles, corn cobs commerating engagements with little rings on each cob and several other things. My niece Becky usually has a special cob to give back to me. I have been given a cob family, a koozie cob and other things. This year Becky and Jason got me an ear of corn that had been carved from a log with a chain saw. It is about 3 feet tall and is amazing. What a gift!

My Mom worked hard to give everyone a gift that was something from Grandpa. She put a lot of thought and love in each gift.
Because many were sick, I think I got another gift of being able to get to do a little extra in the kitchen for our Christmas dinner. I really enjoyed being in the kitchen.
It was a gift for my Mom to have as many as possible home with her this year. She had a great time having all around.
I had a very special gift to have a little granddaughter for the first time at my house at Christmas. She brings so much happiness to her Mommy and Dad and all of us who get to touch and be touched by her.
I think we had a gift from God that Jordan made it to us safely. The weather as I said was not cooperating and we thought his journey would be "iffy." Well, he was doing pretty well until he hit some ice near Stockton and slid off the road. Everyone, including the car was fine, just needed to be pulled back on the road and set on his way.
"Things" sometimes make the vision cloudy. When that vision is clear we understand that the things, the gifts, that are so special are those safe journeys, the blessing of family near and being able to give to someone else.
Thanks everyone for a wonderful time and your generousity and to God for blessing us all with more than we know.

I did't get to take him home

The other day when it was terrible cold (like it was all over the country) we were bringing Mom home from some outing. Mom is pretty independent so I don't remember why we were taking here anywhere, but we were coming home. The driveway was icy (maybe that is why we had her) so I told her I would help her back to the house. So we stepped out of the car and started up the sidewalk to the front steps. Right then I realized that I had not thought about taking Dad up that sidewalk for quite some time. He is always on my mind, but some specifics only pop in now and then. Well we were walking up that sidewalk and Mom was being pretty careful, but it reminded me of those walks up the sidewalk with Dad. Her steps were careful, but Dad's were small. His knees hurt so bad each step was very careful. I would say about 6 to 8 inches was his gait. I remember last year about this time seeing the itty bitty steps in the snow from his car to the front door. It was a trail of footprints only a few inches apart.
Thinking of our walks to the house reminded me of quite a few memories with Dad. This last week has been so hard. There seems to be many stresses around me and I want to go run them by my Dad. Even if we would not talk about some things, just to be with him would help. It has been 10 months now but it seems a new wave of sorrow and missing him has come.
I have thought many times this last week about finding him that afternoon. I question things that happened. I question if I did everything I should have. In my mind I am sure that I did, but it has been a week of questions.
After walking up that walk with Mom the other day I thought to myself. You thought you would take Dad up this sidewalk many more times, didn't you? I had never thought about it until this week, but I did not get to take him home. Guess he got there o.k. without me.