Margo…5

margo 5.jpg              As Margo aged her interests changed…

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This is my post for Thursday December 19th….

As Margo grew her interests changed.. She had wanted to play the guitar as she sang her songs.. By the age of eight Margo asked for her first guitar.. Dad took her to a well known music store… The owner of the store helped dad pick out the best guitar for Margo to start learning with… Dad also signed Margo up for lessons she would take at home… The owner, one of dad’s old class mates pulled down a guitar that was just right for Margo…. Margo was so super excited to have her first lesson… The lesson would be in a couple days, and Margo could hardly wait… Dad had shown Margo how to hold her guitar and how to strum it lightly… Dad used to play a guitar when he was in school, and he never forgot the basics.. Margo was so happy that her daddy was helping her…. To Margo her daddy knew everything, and he was her hero… As Margo was near her tenth birthday the guitar lessons she took had become almost like a second action for her… She was doing well in her school music class… She was singing with the choir and her voice was sweeter than ever… Margo received a solo part at a competition between area schools… Margo’s voice led the choir to the number one school choir in their area.. Now that they had won this competition they would be up against the winners of the whole province.. This competition was a big one, the prize for winning was a trip to Greece… Margo was determined to make sure their school won this competition for sure…


Margo had written a couple of songs so far… One of her songs was accepted by the choir for the competition… The song was about all the little children in the world… It told a story of sorrow, happiness and the love of others… While the song was being sang by Margo and the choir there was not a noise in the crowd… There were tears of joy mixed with sadness… Even the judges were taken to tears… Margret and William were beaming with pride as the first prize was given to the school choir… Margo had tears of joy, while the whole choir was hugging and laughing with pride… After Margo had written a song with such emotion she had a conviction to write songs from experience, and love… Some of her songs were very popular and could be heard by the local station… Margo would be an up coming star, but not till she was much older.. Mom and dad protected their little lady and encouraged her to write and sing as much as she wanted… They both had dreams of Margo getting her education for her future… 


Margo breezed through school, and was soon to graduate from public school… The next school year she would be on her way to high school… Margaret and William had a big pool party planned for all the graduation students and dinner with their parents and family… It was a gift to all the students that they knew so well… On the day of the graduation Margo looked so beautiful as she sang one of her songs to her graduation class and all the parents… Everyone was so proud of her and all the students…. 🙂 🙂 

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Have a wonderful weekend, and I will join you all for a few words on Monday December 23rd… :0:)

Margo…4

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This is my story for Wednesday December 18th…

Daddy stopped the car in the drive way behind a bunch of cars… Margo’s eyes lite up like bright shinny stars… Dad took his time getting to Margo’s car door, and he could hear her saying… “Hurry Daddy” Margo repeated a few times… Dad had a smile from side to side on his face… He put his nose on the window and made a piggy nose… Margo was laughing at daddy as he stuck out his tongue, and put his fingers in his ears… Daddy opened the car door, and Margo was out of her car seat… Margo was running at top speed to the front door… Daddy was right behind her and caught her as she tripped on the stair… No scrapped knees this day, daddy said…. The door opened and Nani, and popi were right there to greet Margo… Margo stretched out her arms and popi took her from daddy… Margo grabbed popi around the neck and planted a wet kiss on his cheek… Popi laughed out loud, and Margo could see everyone around her laughing too… Margo tilted her head back and started to laugh as well… She was so cute as she did her pretend laugh… Nani took Margo in her arms hugged her and walked into the living room filled with relatives and cousins… Margo could see people in the backyard too… This party was the first Birthday party with her new mommy and daddy… Nani said, “hello” to all the people in the living room, and Margo waved… She was like a cute little princess… Nani took Margo out in the back yard and there was Abet waiting for her, and a lot of other people… Margo was a little afraid of all the people at her house… Nani held onto her hand and told her not to be afraid… Margo felt a lot better…


Margo was given a party hat to wear, and right away she wanted one that was just like her hat… No one knew that dad had promised to let Abet wear a hat just like Margo’s hat… Dad got a hat just like Margo’s and both of them put a hat on Abet… Mom had a nice lady come to the party and she was there to take pictures of Margo and the other guests… Margo stood right close to Abet with her hand on his back and the lady got a lot of photos of them together… Abet and Margo were together the whole day, and if  Abet felt Margo was in danger he would not let anyone near her… The clown at the party was the number one person Abet and Margo did not like… He was creepy, and daddy didn’t like him either… The clown just kept staring at the little girls and following a few of them around… It disturbed dad so much that he sent him away from the party, and was told NOT to come back… Dad called the agency and reported the clown man… There were a few ponies for rides, games, races, dancing, prizes and ice-cream with cake… Dad got water guns for the children and he told them to squirt the guns at the adults.. It turned out to be the best time the children had all day… The children talked about the water guns the rest of the day… 


At the end of the day Margo was as happy as any little girl could have been… She had presents galore… It took along time for mom and dad to help Margo un-wrap all her gifts… Mom would help Margo go through her old toys to give to other children who did not have any toys… The next day mom helped Margo, who was so happy about helping other children be happy with her toys she did not need anymore… Daddy made a big toy box to hold all the toys Margo was given at her birthday… As the evening turned to dark Margo was pretty tired… Mommy bathed her and put on her cozy pyjamas and Margo went to bed… Daddy came up and read Margo a happy story and Margo fell asleep… Abet was sleeping on the mat next to Margo’s bed… This day was only the beginning of the many birthday parties Margo was going to have… Once Margo and mom went through all the toys she didn’t need anymore, they went to the children’s aid and gave the toys to the other children.. Margo gives toys to the children’s aid to this very day… 🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Have yourselves a wonderful Wednesday, and I will be back Thursday…. 🙂 🙂

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Margo… 3

margo 1.jpg                   Margo was very happy with her new life….

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This is my story for Tuesday December 17th…

Margo was starting a new life with loving parents, a big house, and a dog named Abet… Margo’s bedroom was not too big… Just big enough for Margo to run and dance around her bed… Her dad had made her a bed that hung from the ceiling of the room… Dad had said that as Margo got bigger he would make the bed higher off the floor… The bed was big so Margo had lots of room to roll around in it… There was a head and foot board, and special rails for each side of the bed so Margo would not fall out.. The bed would swing only a bit, as dad had secured it to the floor… Margo was a big girl with a big bed… There was pink on the walls… One wall was fuzzy, it felt good when Margo ran her fingers through the fuzzy.. Margo would often sit on the floor, reading her books and rest her back on the fuzzy wall… Margo had a house to play dolls in, a big ball to sit on and bounce around the house… The ball looked a lot like a fat pony… Margo gave horsy the name “tubs”… The top cover on her bed was light blue very soft and fuzzy… Her sheets had teddy bears on them, and Margo loved to go to bed… Unlike most little children… She loved when dad or mommy read her a happy story for good dreams…. You could see that Margo had her daddy wrapped around her little finger… 


Abet was Margo’s best friend… You could often watch the two of them running around the back yard… Abet would grab ‘tubs’ if Margo fell off… Abet would run away with the horsy once Margo got to her feet… Margo would tackle Abet, and the two of them would lay on the ground and look at the clouds… Margo would tell Abet all about the clouds and how fluffy they were… Abet was a big dog who was only three years old… He had soft hair, a cold nose, and loved to lick Margo’s face a lot… Mommy always said, Abet was giving Margo kisses cause he loved her… It was so true about the two of them and Abet would never let a stranger near Margo… Abet liked to lay on the Livingroom rug as Margo laid down beside him telling him stories… Margo had a great imagination, and Abet was just content watching her talk to him… They were buddies, and great pals… Margo was growing up, and so was Abet.. Margo was turning four and mom was having a party for her… Margo’s grand-parents, aunts and uncles, and some of her cousins were going to be there… Margo was super excited about her party… 


Daddy and Margo had gone out to the movies while mom was decorating the yard and house for Margo’s birthday… Margo had a hard time going to sleep the night before her party… Dad had read her two stories, but Margo was so excited that sleep did not come easy… Now she was at the movies with daddy and the party was the furthest thing from her mind… The Disney movie, Little Mermaid was her favorite…. Dad had seen the movie so often that he would sign the songs along with his daughter… Margo never even asked about the party while the movie was playing… But, as soon as the movie ended Margo was asking all kinds of questions about her birthday party.. Margo wanted dad to let Abet wear a party hat just like hers… As far as she was concerned it was Abets  birthday too… Dad assured her that Abet could wear a hat just like hers… Dad drove the long way home, just to give mom, grandma and grandpa time to finish the decorations… Margo drove daddy crazy asking when will we be there?? 🙂 🙂 

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS…  Have a great Tuesday when you get to it… 🙂 🙂

What if…3

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Multiple babies born….

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This is my post for Thursday December 5th…

Things happen all the time, and usually are a pretty big surprise… “What if” Your wife was expecting, triplets… At the last visit to the doctors you were told that all babies where healthy and growing bigger… Okay, you are all prepared for three babies and all your families have been helping with the preparations for the births… As the days go by your wife keeps getting so big that walking is a chore for her…. The doctor says it’s all going well, and puts your wife on bed rest… It’s a week before the date of the births… The doctor books your wife into the hospital, and she is going to be induced the next morning… The nurses are all ready to take each child and take care of them… Kay your wife is brought into the operating room.. Kay will have caesarean births.. You have your armor on and you are sitting talking to your wife… The incision was made, and baby number 1 was a healthy girl… Baby 2 was a boy and baby 3 was a boy… Then the doctor keeps doing birth after birth.. The final baby was another girl.. You are blown away as the operating room becomes a flurry of nurses and doctors milling around.. You now have 7 babies… You give the family the news.. What are you going to do now?? You and Kay live with her parents, and room is what is going to be needed… What if mom and dad what to buy you a house for your new family… Would you want the house close to the relatives?? After all you will need all the help you can get… The births become a big event in your home town and all kinds of things are being given for the babies… The news paper has the big event on the front page.. Many people are ready to help when the babies come home.. Once the babies are at home, the house is filled with many people, and you and Kay can barely have time together… What would you do to have time together alone??? What if:  the family sends you away for a weekend, and Kay doesn’t want to go?? What would you do??? 

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What if: A scientist came on the television to tell the worlds population, that a meteor was heading straight for Earth… Also, the meteor impact is due in seven hours.. Would you try to get as far as you could away from the impact point?? Would you gather everyone you knew and take them with you?? The impact would set off a massive explosion that would be felt all around the world… The possibility of life being wiped off the surface of the planet was a definite… Would there be a safe place to go?? All Questions of what if:  There would be nothing that could be eaten, because of the explosion… Would you know where to look for water to drink?? What if: you came across a bomb shelter?? Would you move in there and hope for the best?? That would be a definite conundrum…. ‘What if’s’, can bring on just about anything, or any surprise… 🙂 🙂  Get ready for that which is out of your control…

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Everyone have a great weekend and the days leading up to that weekend…See you all on Tuesday next week.. Be safe  🙂 🙂

 

Darkness 3…

death.jpg                          There are other alternatives…..

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This is my post for Thursday November 28th…

This will be my last part of my post on the darkness, Depression and Suicide.. This is a very important topic as the topic comes to the fore front of the news, and other media agencies.. I, like many are hoping that the awareness of depression will draw out the people suffering, so they can get some help… These agencies are like an olive branch in a time of need.. The word is getting out to everyone, and Doctors are making attempts to help all they can.. But, like all things in this world, no one can be forced into finding the help and continuing with the help they have asked for… Sometimes, being safe behind that locked door is where most of us would rather hide… Not every body understands the security of silence, but I sure do…. I am safe inside out of sight to those who stare and whisper to others.. There are too many judgmental people that sneer and run you down when you’re not there… These people are cowards and will not belittle you to your face… It’s the bully in the school yard syndrome that we all carry in us.. 

pills.jpg                 Drugs are the choice of many who kill themselves…

Drugs, guns, cutting, jumping out in front of vehicle on the road ways, jumping off bridges, structures, hanging, poison, and many others I have not listed.. These are the choices when it comes to ending all the pain and hurt.. “Yes.” This ends the pain the person suffers relentlessly for heaven knows how long… Little children have the advantage, for someone else will be getting them help… This continued help will drag their minds away from the darkness… Adults are their own helper they need to decide for their future… I know of many who try to over analyze their feelings to the point that they think their situation is hopeless… Negative thinking is a poison that deepens depression… Those that carry baggage also become depressed… The fact that it happened before is their handful of pills that returns them to the darkness.. Uncertainty will heighten their depression, and they will always fear a hurt that may not even be there… Fear is the enemy… Depression is not a friend… 

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Sadness is an emotion that loved ones feel when they find what has happen to someone they love… The feeling of “If I only noticed”  “If only I could have seen the signs”  “If I only knew what was happening.” The guilt they feel and the tears they cry for the one who has hidden away in the darkness… But, it is too late, for now they will find depression… A depression that is fueled by guilt, anger and emptiness for not seeing a love ones pain.. The nightmares that play over and over in front of their eyes…. The sight of your lifeless body, that just a few hours before was alive.. The blood, the pills, the note you left behind, the place you were found and the ending of your life will be in their memories forever… Friends will innocently ask how you are, without knowing you have chosen to take your own life.. The pain will once again remind your loved ones that you are gone… Never to be seen or talked to again.. Your family will bring flowers to your grave, never knowing the reason “Why.” I ask that, those who may read this and deal with depression… I want you to get help… “Now.”    🙁 🙁

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… I wish you all a great weekend and the rest of the week… I will see you again, on Tuesday December 3rd… 🙂 🙂

Darkness 2…

darkness.jpg                           Living in the darkness…

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This is my post for Wednesday November 27th…

I started to talk about the darkness of depression.. The fear that lives within the dark.. Depression can be mild or severe, but no matter what, the condition know as depression is dangerous… The mild challenges a depressed person with every thought.. “Am I good enough?” “Why is my mates so mean to me?” “I must have done something wrong to them.” “Why do my parents not love me?” “I am a very bad child.” “Why and what did I do so badly?” These are just a few of the questions that are asked, by a person with depression.. The darkness they feel, brings them deeper and deeper into a place un-inhabitable by anyone… The only option they think they have is suicide… “If I was to die, then all the pain will be gone, and I won’t hurt anymore.” So sad…. 🙁  To the people that love them, suicide is not an option… Most times, all the love in the world is not enough… 

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Statistics show us that in 2019 there were approximately 11 people die by suicide each day… :O  Approximately 4,000 deaths are by suicide per year… Those totals alone are unbelievable, and that is just in the age group of 45-59 years of age… Then there is age groups 15-34  who are young people and adults.. Men have a 3x higher rate then women..  This total does not count indigenous, veterans, homeless, and countless others.. It’s staggering when you look at the stats, and actually see the numbers in front of you.. This is a world of the internet highway.. Bullying can be done by those who just have nothing better to do than to beat another person down… The internet is a great place to gain knowledge, and that’s all fine and dandy… But, there is always the bad apples in the bunch that make a great thing a predator’s haven… “Why must these mean people hurt and drive any person down?” You know the wrong part of all of that is, the people who drive someone to death… They never feel remorse for what they have done… I’m happy I am not one of those rotten humans… “Why hurt others?”

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This epidemic has grown by leaps and bounds over the years… The depressed person is not a coward, and it takes all the courage they have to kill themselves.. It’s their only way out of the darkness, at least that is how the depressed person sees it… ::  I will continue with the last part of my post on Thursday.. Till then have a wonderful Wednesday, and let’s work towards helping those with depression… 

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Be safe, and hug your love ones often… 🙂 🙂

Darkness…

reaper.jpg                              The unknown…

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This is my post for Tuesday November 26th…

Darkness can be measured in may ways.. A darkness that no one else  can see, or can imagine on any given day.. Depression is one of the many problems that live in this darkness.. There is a sadness that follows them each day of their miserable existence… There are so many people who struggle with depression each day… Their struggle is real and can become deadly if help is not given right away… I know of many people who suffer with depression, and the faces they wear are ones of happiness, humor, and love.. These faces make it hard for us to see their pain… These faces make them invisible in a crowd.. Most times they are not in a crowd, but hidden behind locked doors… A safe place where no one can see their tears, their anger, their pain.. The feelings of giving up haunt them in their hiding place.. They feel so alone, and useless to everyone around them.. In their minds they are failures, trapped in an uncertain future.. They have a sadness deep inside.. 🙁

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                       The many signs of depression…

There are many places to turn for help… There are places to call and hear a friendly voice on the other end of the line… Counsellors that are for free to those who finally decide help is what they need… There are groups to sit in on, and talk about the sadness they feel… There are medications that can be given to take the fear away.. There are hospitals that can give care and assistance to anyone that desires their help… There is a common thread that holds their darkness together.. That is the desire and belief that their feelings are private, they are not shareable with anyone… It’s a lonely place to live.. Bullies can taunt their targets only out of cruelty alone… Their purpose is to inflict as much pain in order to feel they are superior and above their targets… Children torment innocent children in ways learnt in their home environments or from other children.. They watch and they learn by others actions… Co-workers, the boss, management, can bully as well… The over bearing miss/mister who live each day to belittle their friends or co-workers… Even parents, and grand-parents can inflict a pain that stings so deeply that depression is the ultimate conclusion..

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I will continue with this topic over this week.. Till Wednesday I wish you all a wonderful day.. 

 

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Thanks for listening to my words… 🙂 🙂

Thinking…

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This is my post for Thursday November 21st…

Thinking is something we all do from time to time.. Thinking seems to attack our brains right at the most inconvenient times.. Like the  sleeper who get the chance to lay awake  thinking when they really don’t want thinking to be there… I am, one of those night thinkers, and believe me that is not a good time to be thinking about everything.. Granted, I have found several solutions to problems and ways to fix things… It’s no way to sleep for sure… Thinking enlightens, and opens us up to possibilities we would have not know before.. Thinking stimulates our brains and sometimes leads use in a new direction… We think from the time we are born till the time we cease to live.. Thinking helps us everyday of our lives… We are thinkers and solvers of this world… 

think.jpg                                 Babies think…

Their thinking helps them solve the wonder of learning…. From the time they can see, they think.. “Who is that weird looking person over there looking at me?”  They recognize their parents, and family members that inter-act with them all the time.. “What is this thing that keeps going in my mouth?” The sensation of feeding time, and knowing when they are hungry or messy… As they grow they sit and think… “How can I get over to that toy?” They use their thinking to solve how to move their body parts in order to get the toy.. They think about pulling themselves up on things and stand.. Babies are smarter than we think they are… Just watch them sometimes, and you may see them thinking… 

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We solve , we invent, we create all through using our thought process.. There are many complicated issues that need a lot of thought to solve, and some that are fixed through minimal thinking… There are teams of thinkers put together to come up with a solution on impending problem… ie  How to fix the dam without flooding the farmers lands.. How to build a monster mall… How to create an environment that is pleasing to others, and will draw people to this place… All these events are all possible through the power of thinking.. When we commit ourselves to thought, we can accomplish astronomical achievements…

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Solving the problem when the light bulb comes on in our head… It’s an amazing feeling inside… Your self-esteem is boosted, and you  seem to walk with a lighter brisk step.. We think better of our accomplishments as a part of ourselves.. We gage ourselves using the power of thinking… This is a good feeling that turns about your self worth.. Thinking, solves so many issues whether they be large or small.. Never stop thinking about the things that you have accomplished in your life… We are all part of the solution.. 

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It’s not easy dealing with thoughts that mow us down, and leave us wavering, and not sure of others thoughts.. Thinking we will not be the right style, right body shape, right person we should be to others… Negative thinking can draw you down into depression, and self doubt… “Put that silly way of thinking away”… “Lock it up some place where, you will never find it again..” Thinking about the perception others have of you is a waist of time and energy… Be who you are, and you will feel better in your heart and in the way you are in your skin… I use the, ” I am who I am and if you don’t like it! Poo on you..” I am me and you can’t be liked by everyone.. As far as the people who talk behind your back… They are just school yard bullies all grown up… I say, those that talk behind your back, belong behind you… Walk away from that type of person, they are toxic waste… True people don’t do that to the ones they like or love… We were all made different and we don’t need to stack up against those around us and their thinking… Be who you are and enjoy your life..  🙂 🙂 BE PROUD OF YOURSELF !!!

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Till Tuesday next week.. Enjoy each day… 🙂

The words written here are my opinion and only mine…

Silence…

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This is my post for Wednesday November 20th…

I sit here in the silence that fills this room.. The sound of the furnace chasing away the chill in the room, leaves me with a cozy feeling.. The old furnace has been a faith full companion for the time we have lived here.. Without the furnace I would be cuddled up in layer after layer of clothing and blankets.. The silence here gives me time to think over my actions of the days that have past.. I can hear the settling of the house that surrounds me.. The forever creaking and moaning of it’s timbers.. My mind wonders to many different places during this time of silence.. The surrounding world moves on in it’s rituals of life.. I enjoy the silence as it gives me the time to reflect.. I crave this silence at times, as it is an escape from reality.. The pending thoughts of the day are put at rest in this silent place.. I need not worry, nor think of what’s for dinner… I have time to rest from my rituals of the day.. I am calm and relaxed in these moments, minutes, or even hours.. For, they are my time away..

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I tap loudly on the keys of this laptop.. Keys that help me capture the words that fill the spaces in this place.. The noise of barking dogs as voices become louder… Talking over the noise that continues.. The television blaring so loudly that the people outside can share the content they can only envision.. The sounds from outside… A car spinning it’s wheels in the hopes of escaping the grip of the wet snow that surrounds them… The sounds of voices, voices I don not know nor do I wish to know in my silence… The furnace hums on, as the door is left open to the cold.. The voices that surround me as family meet to share my silent place.. The chatter and laughter are like music to my ears… For, only I wish to have those voices fill the spaces in my silent place… The company has left… The dogs no longer bark, and the television is silent.. The dogs lay sleeping in their cozy beds with covers over their heads… Father is asleep, on the sofa surrounded in warm inviting blankets.. I too wish to feel those blankets surround me in comfort, so I may drift away as others have before me.. I look around at all that has been left behind… The mess will be there after I indulge in the warmth of these cozy blankets… The silence is soothing to my rattled nerves… I drift away into a world of sleep and silence.. 

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This day has drifted into night… The mess has all but disappeared… I am free from the rituals of my day.. I have watched as much television as my brain can handle… I am in search of a place to sleep… A place where my feather filled comforter awaits me.. I climb the stairs to my room, and once there I cuddle under the warmth of this comforter.. The chill will not find me, only the silence of sleep is welcomed here.. I take a deep breath in and feel my body sink into the bed around me.. For, now I am one with this silent place.. As I drift away, my mind has other plans for me… Thoughts crash into my space and fill my head with nagging questions and solutions to problems unsolved.. I roll  to my side in the hopes that the thoughts will not follow.. I turn again as a  flood of unsolved problems roll over me… I resist the calling of those questions and turn once more… I can not escape… Where has my silence gone?? I lay in the darkness letting the thoughts take over my sleep.. This night is long as I do my best to not answer the questions in my mind, and the sights I see when I close my eyes.. Finally, after hours of no sleep the silence comes to rescue me…  I dwell in silence till the morning light finds me tired and unable to face the day… Come again my friend, for you are welcomed… My silence… 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Till Thursday.. Well wishes to all.. 🙂 🙂

It’s here…

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This is my chatter for Thursday November 7th…

Last night while I slept… The snow fairy crept into my yard and sprinkled snow on my flowers.. The darn fairy forgot to turn up the heat and two of my potted flower’s gave up the ghost.. I really don’t like it when the snow fairy shows up.. The wind cools down, and freezes your nose and your toes.. Outer wear becomes heavier as the cold moves in.. We dress in layer upon layer of fleecy warm garments.. Wool socks combined with heat packets tucked inside our boots.. Gloves so fuzzy that you can’t even open the car door.. The snow fairy is a pain in the arthritis.. She makes each step seem like you’ve traveled a mile or two.. And closing your hands around a hot mug of hot chocolate is vertually imposibble… Give me a straw.. Oh, and the ice the fairy is an enemy of the arthritic senior… 

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On the news tonight I saw a young man standing by his first snowman of this season.. He looked so proud, and happy to have his picture put on television.. I love the joy that children have as they play in mounds of white puffy snow.. The smiles that beam from their faces as the race down the hill hanging on tightly to their sleigh… Flying high over bumps that have found their way onto the hill.. Laughter, and shouts of joy emit from their boundless energy.. My brother and I used to hold on tight to each other as our wooden toboggan raced down the hill at the speed of light.. Snow flew into our faces as we hit puffy patches of piled snow.. It was a great time had by both of us and my Aunt Ruthie.. Our little black dog would run beside the toboggan and try to pull off our boots.. Once we came to a stop, there was snow riddled with bodies and a dog licking faces our faces as we laughed.. The only thing that did not stop was the toboggan, as it traveled another few more feet.. 

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I recently made a trip to the dollar store… The shelves were being filled with Christmas decorations of assorted colors.. There were an a ray of gifts for anyone at Christmas.. The toy shelves in Walmart were stocked with pretty well any kind toy a child could want.. The flyers each week are advertizing this and that for your loved ones at Christmas.. I reolize that it is nearing the season of giving and I am stressing already.. The amount of money people spend during this season is astronomical.. Unfortunately, my wallet is not so full of money.. I have always been a giver, and having to scale down on the giving leaves me feeling sad.. We are in need of a new Christmas tree this year, as our old one had seen better days.. It was very old and falling apart.. I have lots of nice ornaments, and have no need to replace them with the newer styles… Most of them hold memories of Christmas’s past.. 🙂

DSCN2796.JPG      So pretty but bit by the snow fairy…

As the weather gets colder and the snow fairy dusts us with more snow.. I wish everyone a safe place inside, and a warm place to sleep.. I wish you good fortune and happiness.. Till Tuesday next week, enjoy your time with family and freinds.. 🙂 🙂

gran driving red  lips (2).jpgMAGS… Thanks for joining me … 🙂 🙂