So, I understand it was pouring in the northeast this
morning. I wasn’t here. I was in the dry west. Hmm. Something wrong with those
statements: it’s usually the other way around.
I hammered up the motorway (within the speed limit...average
speed cameras...) under dry, if cloudy skies. Tomorrow early I’ll be hammering
back down the motorway. It’s what you do for children and grandchildren. All
you can.
It’s a blessing to have family. It’s a blessing to be well
enough to lend a hand when it’s needed. It’s a blessing to be invited to lend a
hand.
A lovely woman who has been a friend (not on FB but in real
life) since we were 8 gave us an embroidered sampler for our wedding present,
over forty years ago. ‘To love and be loved is the greatest joy on earth.’
Right on, Jenny.
Life is a blessing. Please excuse me if these blog posts
seem rather rare and short these days. A lot going on. In a good way.
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