Sunday, Sunday...

Went to early church today. Phil and Judy (Nathan's parents) were later getting there than I, so we didn't get to sit together. Looks like one of Kathy Cherry's daughters just had a baby. There was a rose on the altar to commemorate that. (Kathy was a colleague of mine back at Hall Elementary School in the early days of my teaching in Indiana.) Also ran into Kathy in the parking lot as I was heading home. That's the problem with bigger churches: we have three worship services, and one doesn't always run into folks that attend different services. The last time I saw Kathy, Ryan and I were waiting for his school bus back in September. What a difference a few weeks make...

When I retired in May, Phil and Judy gave me a gorgeous planter that graced the doorway to my home all season. It had a spike, some ivy, and lots of very healthy pink geraniums which, until just this week, were still blooming. I brought the drooping planter in last night to take some cuttings before the geraniums got totally frozen. I took two cuttings from still-healthy looking parts of the plant, hoping that they will propagate through the winter, and the children can have them for Mother's Day or whatever occasion works in the spring. I love that about plants. My sister still has a ficas tree that was given as a planter when our father died. That was 15 years ago. It is almost too big for itself now, but it was a nice reminder of people who cared in a tough time. Hmmmm...maybe I should have taken MORE cuttings from the geraniums!

I brought the Christmas tree in today but haven't put it up yet. I thought about not doing it but decided that traditions are traditions, no matter what. My grandchildren will be here sometime, so even if I have to leave it up until Valentine's Day, it will happen!

Looks like I will need to change some legal things. Meg is leaving for California (and angry with me) so I have to find someone local who can take care of business should something happen to me. Still thinking on that. And thinking and thinking and thinking...

Oh! God bless the man, my neighbor across the street (whom I mentioned in the last post) has agreed to blow snow for me this winter...for free! I won't let that happen, of course, but I am just so grateful for the help. He and his wife have a key to my house, and I have a key to theirs. Everyone should have neighbors like them!

My grandchildren went to church today for the Rite of Catecumin...which is preparation for baptism. They are Catholic now and never baptized as babies. I asked their stepmother to keep me in the loop. Would like to be there for their baptism. I love my grandbabies and miss them terribly!

Heh heh...I've been watching a TV show called Hoarders. It's about people who hoard things due to mental issues, but it really helps me get a handle on what I am keeping, and why. When Meg and I first moved into this little bungalow, we didn't have much. Then things were acquired. THEN, we incorporated two households into this one, and organizing became a big issue. I have given away a LOT of stuff over the last few years, but the job still isn't done. I don't need a shovel to get rid of things, thankfully, but I'm ready for a home makeover. TLC, take me away!