Found: a lovely quotation at the bottom of an e-mail from fellow Yahoo! group member Marion Sandner of Germany:
Wir Menschen sind Engel mit nur einem Flügel-
wir müssen uns umarmen um fliegen zu können!
Translation: We people are angels with only one wing - we have to put our arms around each other to be able to fly!
Isn't that sweet?
Not much going on today, dear readers. I thought I'd have a bunch of visits, but just one this evening and another one or two tomorrow after court. Today I'm going to use that Joann's gift card my son and his GF gave me for mudder's day and otherwise catch up on paperwork. Yesterday I used the other gift cards to buy a whole bunch of tops. Yes, tops. Nice ones, too! (Thanks, kids!) Apparently Kohl's and the other department stores in my area don't believe women of a certain age or size wear skirts anymore. Truly, even the skinny minnie departments had nothing anyone (who wants to be taken seriously) would want to wear to work.
You may laugh, but I was so disturbed by this that I actually spoke with the store manager, who was polite enough so that I couldn't really complain about his manner, but he couldn't have really cared less. So.... I think something needs to be done. I am proposing the following:
It may mean paying a little more for a little less, but it could well be worth it. But really, folks, how much does it cost for a manufacturer to make a simple skirt? Good Lord, the T-shirts were $16.00, (although they were on sale for 1/2 price), and the "nicer" shirts were upwards of $30-$65.00, so this was no discount garbage store. I don't get why they won't stock skirts. Is there some industry trend? A problem with suppliers?
C'mon Kohls! I want you guys to do well! The economy is terrible enough! Your workers need their jobs and I need a place to buy skirts- see how if we just walked arm in arm through this, we could both fly?
If anyone out there has any ideas, please share your wisdom with the rest of us. In the meantime, I'm not going to work in a t-shirt and panties. I want to win cases, people, not frighten the courthouse staff!
Anyway, getting back to that Joann's gift card, I'm going to use it on fabric - I already have patterns. And in my size, thank you very much! (Thanks C & D!)
And while I'm being such a cranky old lady here: Why is it that even the tops they sell these days show more cleavage than I showed at my Junior Prom when I had something worth seeing? Just one word for that now: EW! I have had to do more sewing on some of these things than I care to admit.
Last night was bell choir. We had some sad news from one of our members which I won't repeat here. And we got some good news upon my arrival home last night! A friend with cancer had some hopeful news and our great nephew, Shane Patrick Gavigan, 7 lbs, 2? oz arrived yesterday and the family is doing very well.
Summer is taking its leave of us soon, but I have held on to what I can. My kitchen window sill has a way of summarizing the life that goes on around us. Just enough light, just enough of a glimpse to the outside world. To me, the windowsill over the kitchen sink was the view into the outside world over which my mother, and later my stepmother, presided. It was here our moms watched us, here they saw us doing something good -- or bad:). When I met and fell in love with the proverbial Boy Next Door, we wanted to stay well away from prying eyes keeping tabs on us from either direction. And yet, now it feels like home because I am the mother, the grandmother. Thank goodness, I don't need to keep tabs on anyone anymore - or perhaps better stated, I never could, really, but I still want to do it.
So, what's been going on in the past couple of months? Well, let's see. We've had our share of Sunday dinners and visits from our adult kids and not-adult grandkids:). And l…
Our dear DIL R, came home last night in one piece, thank goodness! Our daughter, her wife, B, picked her up in Old Ellicott. Strangely enough, she was pictured on our local news as she was trying to get a message to B as to where she was. That hasn't alleviated the pain and suffering, though. So many are heartbroken yet again over losses of life and property. None of the group save those who live here were present on Sunday, but many came by Monday for pizza and sympathy.
This past weekend, beginning Thursday, has been a microcosm of "The Agony and the Ecstasy." We saw our son in an amazing play (YAY). We enjoyed a holiday weekend (YAY). Ellicott City flooded again (HUGE BOOOOO!!!). Our family got together (YAY). Our granddaughter, M, graduated from high school today:)! (MAJOR YAY!!!)
And life goes on for all of us, except for the wonderful officer and gentleman National Guardsman named Sgt. Eddison Hermond, who saved one woman in our town, and was w…
The skies have turned a lot darker than the overcast day you see outside in this picture. The birds are swarming the front yard bird-feeder in an attempt to get the last few morsels before they take shelter from the threatening storm. Life abounds in summer -- from the cacophony of the cicadas at night to the lush greens, yellows, and reds of flowers and vegetables ripening on the many plants our daughter, S, has planted around the house and on the back deck. A small sampling of the universe outside sits on the window sill - with one exception: the luscious-looking peaches were picked by our first-born and her husband at a local farm. There were blackberries, but I ate 'em up! It was nice of them to stop by (the FirstBorn and her husband - and the blueberries, too:)!). Usually on Sundays when the kids are with her ex, we don't see them. I expect the empty house drove them out to seek solace in the joys of nature. In any event, we had a lovely conversation, free from the …