till there was you
we recently saw an outdoor production of the music man. one of our favoritest movies ever.
spell check says favoritest is not a word. i say phooey to spell check.
i love this song from the movie. but i could do without the spanish subtitles you tube has so generously provided. however, they are not to blame for the goofy look on paul’s face which makes me ponder how the beatles became so incredibly famous….i guess some things are just meant to be.
it is so good to be home. traveling long distances with my husband and children and staying in hotels and eating too much restaurant food makes me really grumpy for some reason.
i truly believe the hum of the fridge. the whirrrrr of the air conditioning and the bright lights glaring into our room also had something to do with it. but i am still not sure. and the fact of the matter is there is NO place like home. even a hot and messy one!
the bad news is my grandmama faces a double mastectomy. the cancer is bad and is spreading into her chest. and she is still undecided whether or not to go thru with the surgery at her age.
courageous and so sad at the same time.
the good news is: i was able to write down the story of how she and my grandfather met.
and i have been wanting to do that for some time.
so it is done.
and so now, on this hot august nite. i will go take my place next to my tired husband. (he always does all of the driving). and think about the good things in life.
i remain forever the optimist, dear readers.
because the fact is: till there was you, i was more inclined to focus on the bad.
i need this place.
not all of the time.
but it helps me to clear my head. and semi-connect with other like-minded souls.
i haven’t officially announced a “break” per se. but my absence here once in a while is a good thing. it means i am doing what i am supposed to be doing. i am not overly concerned with stats or hits. oddly enough more people find me via their search for dumb blonde jokes. and although that is not really what i’d like to be remembered for i do have another good one if you’d like…
Praying for your grandmother, may she feel Our Lord and Lady’s nearness and guidance in her decision making.
I know just what you mean about the comforts of home and head-clearing with like-minded souls.
My s-i-l used to joke that scrapbboking was cheaper than therapy. I took her to mean that when we recreate and recapture our lives and thought on “paper,” we tend to bring up the memories that sustain us, the pictures of things that make us smile. I know your pictures always warm me…..
Take care, God bless.
Praying for your grandmother. Time away is good, isn’t it? I’m getting things done, too…
I’m glad you’re back. I missed you.
I pray that your grandma finds peace in her decision, whatever it may be. God is good, if we chose to believe.
glad you’re back. yes, i have taken to unexpected and long breaks from blogging. they are good for the real life.
praying for your grandmother. and you and your family, too.
Praying for your grandmother is this time … what a difficult decision.
Time away does indeed help in some ways, but coming home helps in others! I love being at home … but vacations to see family and friends are good for the soul, too.
I haven’t seen The Music Man, but then, I don’t think it’s been in production anywhere nearby!
My hubby generally does all the driving, too. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve driven on our long trips. He falls asleep if he’s in the passenger seat.
Sorry about that double post … my computer was acting like it hadn’t posted … and then I added more! Silly me.
The mention of “The Music Man” brings me back to high school, when I saw a community theater production of it. My godfather was in the barbershop quartet. That must have been my sophomore year, because he passed away when I was a junior from brain injuries due to a very bad car accident. I still miss him. But I am very thankful for that memory … and others. That one in particular brings a smile to my face.
I am sorry to hear about your grandmother. Praying for her and her decision. For her peace and yours, too.
And I agree. Traveling is fun, but it is always good to be home again. Even my 7-year-old recognized that the other day =)
Well, goodnight, Regan. (At least it’s “goodnight time” as I write this.) And God bless you.
Prayers for your granny. Prayers for you.
I am glad you are off doing what you are supposed to be doing. I’m of the same mind. Who cares about stats etc.. It’s just nice when you do get a comment or two sometimes. Well, I’m rambling ‘cos I’m knackered and should go to bed. God bless you, Regan.
I love The Music Man! How fun:)
Sending up an Ave for your Grandma…
And about blog stats…I found the same thing; that I got more visits for the inane content and fewer hits when I wrote what was really important to me. So, I stopped checking:)
I’m a brunette. Let’s hear the joke! 😉