Saturday September 5 2015  I LOST THE KEY

 

I LOST THE KEY

By Kathleen Martens

September 5 2015

 

I lost the key to my quiet room

It disappears when grandkids come.

The sound of chatter dispels the hope

That to my place I can run.

 

But somehow, even when it’s lost

I always find it when they leave.

There is no quiet when kids are around,

Nor is there a place of reprieve.

 

But I found the secret today

As grandpa watches them outside.

And my heart is lightened with joy

To see them swing and slide.

 

Because of course I must peep

On all that they do at play.

Just having their presence close

Considerably brightens my day.

 

But soon chaos will return

As showers will be needed,

To rinse off water-park muck,

My directions must be heeded.

 

And when evening comes around,

Time for dinner and a smoothie.

And later is time for popcorn

And a library movie.

 

Time for brushing and flossing too

So the teeth stay sparkling white.

And a couple of nice long stories

Before time to turn off the light.

 

And that is when I finally flop

On a bed that beckons sincerely

Where I will have some peace and quiet

Enjoying each moment dearly.

 

I was expecting company today… (and the phone rings and I must leave to answer my  husband’s call outside)…and like I said in last night’s blog, the wife was sick and unable to come.  I called early this morning and we decided to reschedule.

Now back to the interruption mentioned above.  The neighbors had their slip and slide outside and the boys were having the time of their life.  So I had to join in the fun, take my camera and get some photos and video.  It is one of those end of the season summer nights that has magic in the air.  Humid, high lazy white clouds with soft blue sky, cicadas singing their song and a still hush in the air.  The woods are dark as the sun is obscured by the clouds.  I so love the languid evenings of such summer days.

Court and Amy brought the boys over about 12:30 and we had lunch at 1:00.  And a delicious lunch it was!  Strata, salad, fresh corn on the cob, grapes, and cherry tomatoes with goat cheese flavored with figs.  DELICIOUS!

After lunch we had a fun time at the water park.  The same place we went a couple of weeks ago when a lightning storm chased us away.  The boys had a great time and it was fun to watch as they explored the water features.  It was actually a very interactive design. 

Well, my silence is over.  All three of my men have returned.  Two of them are VERY NOISY.  Dave is herding them into the bathroom for a quick shower. 

My poem relates the plans for our evening.  Let’s just hope all goes as planned.  I should have had my children earlier in life and my kids should have had theirs earlier.  Or maybe I just shouldn’t have had as many birthdays as I have.  I shall go and be a grandma.  Just so you know, when needed, I am a no nonsense grandma and the kids know it!  So I shall go and be extremely nonsensical.

Good night one and all. 

P.S.  I have lots of great pictures but they would not download.  I’ll try again tomorrow.

Friday September 4 2015  A PLACE OF MY OWN

 

Well, today I receive no immediate ideas of which to title my page.  Maybe I’ll need to write the blog first and then something will make sense.  It is late, dinner is done (just finished cleaning up) and it is already past the hour to retire.  I love my 9:00 p.m. bedtime.  As hard as I try, I still cannot get to bed on time or finish up what I have planned to accomplish for the day.  It sometimes is disappointing because then I awaken in the morning with all that’s left to finish, plus all I wanted to do that day.  Am I the only one this happens to?  I never really hear anyone else complaining about this malady I seem to be shadowed with.  Please tell me, is it just me?

The one thing left undone today is I will go to bed with my floors not cleaned.  Dave worked outside most of the day and I worked inside today cooking for company coming tomorrow.  That is until I sat down at my computer and realized the wife of the family is sick and cannot come.  So it is still up in the air as to who might still come from the family.  I’ll know tomorrow.  Dinner is pretty much completely made except for cooking the main dish in the oven. Regardless who comes or who does not come, I will still clean my floors in the morning.  It is a long job because I have a long house.

My sister is keeping me on track.  At least she is making me feel a little guilty for getting off track  (I’m kidding sister).   She is probably a bit more focused than I am by nature.  I can get involved in so many things and always find so many things that are interesting that will side track me.  That was what was so wonderful about my journey across the United States.  I loved getting side tracked.  It’s as if time does not exist for me when I am swept up in a new idea, or new situation, or meeting new people, or driving on roads I’ve never been on.  I don’t really think I have attention deficit, but I’m probably a little close to that.  Life is still too full of wonder and my curiosity is always roused.  I am so thankful that I am filled with the enthusiasm I have for life and new adventure. There are so many people I know who have lost that child-like wonder that once resided in them as children.  It’s such a pity.  I will say this, my life is never boring to me and for that I am thankful.  Even in a place of quiet and solitude (which I also crave and love) I am never bored.  But…I must take stock and realize that what my sister says is true and correct.  I am getting side-tracked with my life and must close down some of the extra activities and perhaps become a bit of a recluse if I am to accomplish my goals, not my bucket list mind you, but my goals, those things that have a timeline on them.  Sister, I am listening.  Thanks for caring enough to once again TRYING to steer me in the right direction.

Sister has always TRIED to steer me in the “right” direction but I must admit, she is probably correct when she said I never listened to her advice before so it isn’t  surprising that I don’t listen now.  I am trying to listen.  I just have to focus on it long enough to remember.  Keep trying Sister, please don’t give up on me!  So I said all that to say this.  I am going to try to become better focused on the important commitments I must finish first.  Then I will go on from there.  Keep your advice coming. 

Thanks to all of you who commented on yesterday’s blog.  And thanks for those of you who are praying for my son and the situation facing all of our policemen in this country.  It’s almost as if a war has been declared.  The kind of war where you don’t know who the enemy is.  It’s a war of cowards killing in cold blood and then running to hide.  I would not want to stand before God in judgement with that kind of blood on my hands

I suppose it is time for a topic change.  I don’t mean to get off on a tangent but my blog is my place to air my thoughts and true feelings.  Well, most of my true feelings.  I must admit, I probably keep more thoughts to myself than I air publically. 

 

A PLACE TO CALL MY OWN

By Kathleen Martens

September 4, 2015

 

Isn’t it wonderful we have a place,

A place to call all our own?

Our very own quiet space

That no one else has ever known?

 

The deepest places of our heart

The thoughts that are deep within,

A dwelling which never departs,

Like a warm and cozy den.

 

A residence no one has seen,

The most intimate part of being,

Where only self, knows what it means,

For no one else, capable of seeing.

 

It is the solitude of your thought

Where life completely belongs to you.

You have control on what is brought

Into your room not meant for two.

 

In silence, a place of escape

From all that assails your senses..

A perfect abode for your own sake

With seamless perfect fences.

 

I love my place to escape.  I go there often and play.  I make up stories and day dream or just let my mind drift like a lazy white cloud caught up by a gentle breeze.  It is my place alone, my place to atone, my place to roam.  It’s a beautiful place of peace and solitude and majesty and wonder and love and joy and peace.  Try it, you mind find your place as refreshing as my own.

Not much else to write tonight as I am trying to keep this short, simple, and light.  And besides, I want to get in bed.

Good night.  God bless and keep you. 

P.S. I have no proof reader tonight so I hope this blog will pass scrutiny in the typo department

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thursday September 3, 2015  UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

 

I have absolutely no idea what my title means today.  It just kept coming into my mind as I sat down to write my blog so I thought I would go ahead and write it and see where God wants me to take this blog. 

This day could best be described as “a dog day of summer”.  I heard that once in a movie years and years ago and always connoted it to being a long, hot, humid, summer day.  And so it is today.  Last week was fall weather.  This week (the week school starts) is hot and humid and windless.  Thank goodness for air conditioning.  We are a spoiled people.  Remember these blessed days, enough food to buy, electricity, air conditioning, stores stocked with necessities, medicines available (exorbitant, but available), and we can still walk down the street with enough confidence that that you won’t be shot in the back unaware, (at least if you are not a police officer).

Our world as we know it is changing.  I see the changes and can remember a lot of them over the past half century of my life.  The longer I live it seems the changes just come quicker and quicker.  Whirlwind changes.  If we don’t change with the world we live in we will soon find that we are living in a world we do not know.  Take me for example, born before computers were an everyday word.  I have seen technology explode in so many areas.  I have seen how growing and harvesting food has changed and the changes in how we eat our food.  Food was once grown in the garden or slaughtered in the yard.  We ate the real food.  A few things came in a can or a wrapper, but very little came in boxes.   Now, most food is prepared ahead of time and packaged in boxes or sold in fast food lines.  Cars were big and and heavy and made out of real metal and chrome.  Today they are fiberglass and synthetic and collapse like an accordion.  Once upon a time when you went to see the doctor you were called by name and not asked your birth date a dozen times in one visit.  I saw man walk on the moon through the screen of a television.  As a matter of fact I remember when our first TV came into our home when I was about four years old. 

There have been so many firsts for me in my life that I cannot even recall them all.  Now it seems that when a child is born, brought home from the hospital the world is set in motion with all the conveniences, luxuries, and do-dads that you could ever need (or not need) or want.  And then as that child grows they will start seeing their firsts right along with the parent seeing it at the same time.  Home PC’s are a good example.  I remember going to my friend’s house in about 1979 and she had a computer in her home.  It was big and took up one side of a room sitting on a long 8 foot table.  There was a computer and printer.  I was just amazed.  My friend told me that she believed that one day every household in America would have a computer and it would be a normal thing.  I was astounded at her revelation.   I had worked for Cardiovascular Surgeons for many years in California and it was during that time when computers were being introduced into the workplace.  In one room was a word processor.  It stood from the floor to about 5 feet high.  There was an area designed for someone to sit and type on a machine while looking at a monitor and seeing what was being typed.  They could also go back and change things on the monitor without WHITEOUT!  Paper was not used.  What you typed was viewed on a screen.  It was really quite impressive. 

I remember the transition of going from a computer-less world to one that has been overtaken by nano technology.  What once took up an entire room in a doctor’s office can now fit in the palm of your hand and probably even smaller.  Was I excited about this?  Yes, of course I was.  I wanted to learn all I could learn, as quickly as I could learn.  We purchased our first home computer in 1985.  Both of our kids were young and it did not seem like a big deal to them.  Our daughter, 3 years older than our son was not introduced to the computer in grammar school.  She was the last wave of students to bypass the coming of the age of computers.  Our son was in second grade when he first touched a keyboard at school.  Now I think most children are already adept at using computers by the time they are out of diapers.  At least adept at being able to hit the right keys to make a video come on.

How many of you reading this remember pong?  Yes, we had one of those too.  And oh my, what many hours of entertainment we received from that little square screen hitting balls back and forth to each other.  Like I said, it is a changing world.  Not only is our world changing in regards to computers, but in regards to morals and morays.  Changes happening with movies so full of violence and pornography.  We live in an instant society and the generation living now do not remember it any other way.  So much violence is seen on TV shows and real news that it doesn’t even phase many anymore.  Even sadder still is how technology has allowed violence to escalate by sending out messages inviting gangs to come and wreak havoc on unsuspecting business owners.  And now there are those who cry out to kill police officers and so it is happening more and more.  Our world is changing.

I wish I could somehow convey to those who so despise and hate police officers to sit back and take a look at what our world, our society, would be like were there not men and women dedicated to putting themselves into dangerous situations to help others.  I wonder what it would be like if all the police across the United States decided to go on complete strike for one month.  What would it be like during that month.  It seems those who help us the most in time of need are the very ones that others want to kill. 

Lets sit back and calculate some of the situations where police are involved to make our world safer and how it would be if there were no police officers to call in time of need.

1. My child is missing. (Who would search?)
2. Roads and highways with no one to monitor speeders and drunk drivers. (There would be chaos and more road rage and more deaths.)
3. A car accident and traffic with need for traffic control. (There would be no first responders to administer aid or direct traffic.)
4. A wife calls for help because her husband is beating her. (She would be left to her own devices or possibly be beaten to death.)
5. Someone is breaking into my house. (The caller would need some way of defending their residence.)
6. Shootings out on the street. (No one to respond to help the victims or find the shooters.)
7. A dead body is found (No one to come and make it possible to find out what happened and to take the body away.)
8. Violence and drugs selling on street corners. (It would continue in mass because there is no one to stop the drug sellers.)
9. The president is coming to town. (There would be no city security or added protection for the president or any way to block off the streets for hours.)

 

And the list could on and on.  In other words, there would pretty much be rampant crime, chaos in the streets and no protection for the home owners or those in distress.  Police officers are sort of like the garbage collectors of the city they serve.  They go into extreme conditions, pick up the body parts from accidents, hunt for lost and sometimes mutilated children, put their lives on the line every time they stop someone to give a ticket, or answer a domestic call.  I think I would call that a pretty high stress job.  Now they do not even have to answer a call to be a target.  All they must do is put on their uniform and they are like a sitting duck.  It takes a lot of courage for someone to come up from behind a man and shoot him in the back just because he is a police officer and a white police officer to boot.

The world is changing.

And proudly, I am the mother of a police officer.  That police officer is the baby I birthed and prayed that he would survive.  I held him, and loved him, and cared for him, and nurtured him to be kind and loving, and to extend a helping hand toward others.  I raised him with his father who guided him and who became a role model for a little boy to grow up to emulate.  And my police officer son is a husband who has a wife that cares deeply for him.  And he is a father to two little boys who adore him.  And he too is raising his sons with the best intention of being loving and caring human beings toward all.  That means toward all ages, professions, colors, backgrounds.  It matters not from our personal perspective what color someone is or what profession they choose.  My son could no more choose his skin color than I could.  Should I choose not to have a baby because my skin is white and I will have a white baby?  Can we not all just accept who we are, accept those around us, lend a helping hand to our neighbor and brothers of this world and become one nation, not split because of race or  color or country we came from? 

It is time to stop teaching hate.  I really do believe that hate is not inborn, but rather is taught from one generation to the next.  The world is changing but can we not help change it to a society that comes together as one people, rather than divided by race or economics?  We need to look across the aisle and become up close and personal with those who are our neighbors.  Treat others how you would like to be treated.  Extend a helping hand to another, regardless their color or background.  BUT WHERE DOES THAT START?

 

UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL

By Kathleen Martens

September 3, 2015

 

Up close and personal is not just a term

But a relationship that is firm.

 

The world is changing and dividing,

Choose to be close by confiding.

 

Each has dreams and great desires

That we can help each other transpire.

 

Love your brother as your self.

Take your love off the shelf.

 

Use what you have and to people give,

Respect differences of how others live.

 

Each individual is created unique,

Get up close and take a peek.

 

Up close and personal make new friends

Because then, each one will win.

 

When we see the likeness of what is common

We’d have less need for the lawman.

 

We’d see each other as one of our own

And the differences no longer known.

 

Up close and personal paves the way

To transform what we say

 

When we see others with consideration

There is no more need for obliteration.

 

See each other for who they are,

Their difference is not so far.

 

Each man has need to be accepted,

And desire to be respected.

 

See not the color of the skin,

But rather see each man as kin.

 

Teach not hate to the next generation,

But rather example of love and exoneration.

 

Up close and personal is the key

That will open your eyes to see.

 

I guess God knew that this was the poem I’d take off the shelf today!

And…I had no before hand clue about the words that came through my fingertips on my keyboard.  I wonder if it is a little too controversial or personal for a blog such as I write.

These recent, unprovoked police killings, in cold blood, has pained me greatly.  My son does not wear his police uniform out on the streets unless he is on duty.  He changes at the police department each morning after arriving and each afternoon before leaving.  He is very mum about who knows his profession.  Many of his neighbors have no idea of what he does.  He has been this way for years and now I am seeing why he is so careful.  Please pray for our police officers around the country and include my son as well.  I once told him that I was glad he had flat feet so he would never be called to go to war.  He looked at me and said, “Mom, everyday when I go to work I am fighting a war”.  That’s not what you say to a mom!  So, I pray for him.  Sometimes I awaken in the night and I know the Holy Spirit is prompting me to pray for my son, only to find out the next day that his life was in peril the night before.  Please pray for protection for my son and all the other sons and daughters and husbands and dads and moms and brothers and sisters who are putting their life on the line daily and nightly so we can live in a safer world.  Let your local police officer know that you support them and even tell them that you are praying for their safety.  That might open their eyes a bit.

If you read to the end of this blog I thank you.

Good night.

 

Wednesday September 2 2015  I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE

 

Can anyone ever have enough peace and quiet?  I think not!  This is Dave’s night out to help another person.  I think he really looks forward to it.  I never begrudge my husband time away from me.  Actually, I kind of like the occasional solitude. I think I have mentioned that before. 

Today was another one of those days that just seems to fly by, never accomplishing all I start out to do, comes to a quick end, and then must write my blog before I can get into bed.  I love writing my blog but I am thinking of changing my schedule around for a while.  The only thing is, I am enjoying the correspondence from those reading my blog and look forward to hearing from some every day.  If I stop writing my blog for a while, I plan to resume at a later date.  I will send out email notices at the time I post them.  I may take a hiatus because I have company coming and I am not accomplishing all I need to accomplish.  As soon as the company leaves Dave and I are taking off for a month long trip.  I have decided that I will not blog every day while on the trip.  I may do it sporadically however.

I would love it if people would suggest some topics they might find interesting for me to write about.  I’ll warn you, however, that our points of view may vary.  I’m game, if you are.  I love it when people give me one word or one phrase and challenge me to write a poem.  I have written so many hundreds of poems that at one time I wondered what would happen if I had no more poems to write.  I asked God about it.  I kid you not, this is what happened during my conversation with God.

I felt God tugging at my heart to listen to His voice.  Then all of a sudden in my mind’s eye, like a video playing, God pointed out a room to me.  This room only had three sides to it and I could see in from the side where I was standing.  It was an infinity room.  The walls just went on forever until they became a  point in the distance.  All the walls I could see had book shelves.  Upon the shelves were what I thought were volumes of books, going on forever.  As I approached the shelves I realized they weren’t books, but booklets of poems.  I felt God impress upon me that these were the poems I had already written.  Then He spoke into my heart saying anytime I needed a poem to write I was to just come and take any one off the shelf.  He impressed upon me that I would never run of poems.

I saw that room as if I were actually right in front of it.  After this “vision” was over I wondered if I would ever get to write or read them all.  They are in heaven waiting for me.  Maybe I will get to read them there.

Do you ever delight in the daydream of what heaven will be like for you?  I do.  I imagine my mansion will have rooms and rooms of books on shelves.  And there will be lots of poems, and beautiful lights, and colors dancing wherever I look.  Heaven is real folks.  There are a lot of scriptures that talk about heaven and how it looks.  It will be beyond our wildest imagination. 

Well, today went beyond my wildest imagination because I had to work a lot harder than I imagined I would.  I am working on restoring an old tobacco starter table made out of metal and rust.  I scrubbed off so much rust and then some of the water was left pooled in the bottom and it MADE MORE NEW RUST!  My neighbor Karen saw me working and came over to offer her suggestions.  She went in her house and brought out her CLR (I think those are the correct letters) remover and poured it into the basin and I had to start scrubbing all over again.  I wore protective clothing, eye goggles, and a heavy duty mask with an air filter.  I didn’t realize just how small and my face is because I could barely get the mask to seal around my features.  With a little pressure from my hand while I scrubbed, I made it work.  I fear the table had lead paint on it so I took precautions. I even put a drop cloth down on the driveway to protect the cement.  That drop cloth is already discarded.  The rust is not yet gone. 

This “table” is very old and very rusty and very heavy!  I intend to recondition it so it can be used as the base for a glass top to create a dining room table.  I am considering painting it.  If I choose not to paint it I will put a clear matte finish on,which will seal any lead paint that may still be on it.  It has a beautiful patina to the finish so I really don’t want to paint it if at all possible.  This is the “table” that we purchased in Paoli at an antique store.  But let me tell you, I WORKED PHYSICALLY VERY HARD!  I was so tired in my shoulders by the time I went to exercise that I could not do some of my regular upper body workout!  That’ll teach me to get old!

It seems at times that I spend quite a bit of time in the kitchen just preparing meals.  I’m figuring out ways to make it simpler, and still get in the right amounts of all the food components for Dave’s diabetic needs.  I have discovered that I cannot eat like Dave because it is way too much food for my stomach.  I still have that 5 pounds on that I came home with.  That has to change!

So, here I am, with no earth shattering news (thank God!) and not really that much to write about.  So, I will go and pick one of my poems off that shelf I told you about.  I never peruse, but simply take one.  So your guess is as good as mine right now as to what it will be about.  It is as if I have Christmas ever day.  I look at my poetry as a gift from God that I can give to others.  I thank Him daily for all gifts that come from Him.

THAT I AM HIS AND HE IS MINE

By Kathleen Martens

September 2, 2015

 

One poem upon the shelf

Spoke a whisper to the next,

“Why don’t we switch places

And see if she is vexed.”

 

But what I choose is always best,

God never seems to line them wrong.

And sometimes He delights me,

With a beautiful, simple song.

 

I look forward to each day

When it is time for me to write.

God seems to prepare my way

And I never have to fight.

 

I love to hear the stories

That God delights to give.

By giving me words to speak

To share with others how to live.

 

And sometimes for comfort

He gives words for another to hear

That give them hope and peace

To confirm that he is near.

 

Some poems are long and serious,

And some are short and sweet.

It depends upon what need

He desires my poem to meet.

 

I never know when I choose

What I will find when I look inside

All I need to really know

Is that God with me abides.

 

And He has a plan for me,

And it is always for my good.

I only wish I could do more

I would, if I only could.

 

But He knows my day is limited

For I live in the realm of time.

But someday in the future

I’ll cross eternity’s line.

 

No longer will I be bound

By earth’s time or space,

And as I choose from my shelf

I will look into His face.

 

And He will share His golden smile

And say “You are My Beloved”.

And I will remember the cross

Where His death was so rugged.

 

That I am His and He is mine,

That is the most important thing.

And I will live for eternity

With My King of Kings!

 

So…you can believe what you like.  I know what I saw and I know that God impressed His words into my heart.  Since the day when God allowed me to see the infinity room of poems, I have never worried again about not having something to write.  He gave me this unbelievable gift when I was a very young child.  It took me a long time to realize it was a gift.  I just thought anyone could write if they wanted to.  God has so many gifts He desires to give to his beloved children.  Be certain that your gift is not being hidden.  Mine was for years.  Maybe tomorrow night I’ll tell the story of how God showed me that He wanted me to use my gift of writing for His glory.  All the gifts He gives to us are for His glory.  I believe EVERYONE is given a gift.  Take a deep look, figure out what your gift is, and see if you need to dust it off in order to present to Him what He has gifted you to do.

 

It is fun to write a poem for my readers each evening.  When I don’t do the blog I write them in my journal for myself each morning.  And I love to give them away!

I am going to close with a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson written in poetry form.  This is from the book:  “You Can’t Afford the Luxury of a Negative Thought” by Peter McWilliams:

“Life is too short to waste

In critical peep

or cynic bark,

Quarrel or reprimand:

‘Twill soon be dark:

Up!  Mind thine own aim,

and God speed the mark!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday September 1 2015  THIS WILL BE A QUICKIE!

 

Time has a way of sneaking up on me.  I have too much day to put in the hours God made.  So I must write quickly this evening.  I need to go to bed earlier and up earlier so I can get more done!

 

FATE WORSE THAN DEATH

By Kathleen Martens

September 1, 2015

 

What to write

When I’m in a hurry?

A silly little poem

Without thought or worry.

 

I will say

A great big hello,

And write my blog

Being quite mellow.

 

I love to live life

But need more hours

To do all I must do

With super powers.

 

My reward today

Is to write to you,

So you can see

Just what I do.

 

Not much it seems

When it takes place,

Just too much running

It’s such a race.

 

First the gym,

Then the store,

Lunch at home,

Cooking more.

 

Then to dentist

And pharmacy too.

Then talk to insurance

Which makes me blue.

 

No one told me

When I retired

That with paperwork

I’d be quite mired!

 

On the phone

Waiting in que,

But each office

Knows ONE THING TO DO.

 

Then to the next

To wait again

It seems to me

This should be a sin.

 

Government bureaucracy

Fate worse than death.

They want not just our money

But our very breath!

 

So what did I do

That gobbled my day?

Your guess as good as mine

Is what I’d say!

 

P.S.  But we did find out that we are covered with some dental insurance, so I guess that was worth the wait.

 

I pretty much said most of my day in my poem.  I did have a chance to lie down for about 45 minutes to get my kidneys kicked in.  AND…I actually finished decluttering the other part of my kitchen counters!  Ahhhhh (that is a silent scream).  I opened my Iphone to find some pictures to send and my camera was on reverse.  I saw myself on the screen (or at least I think it was me).  THERE WAS A VERY OLD LADY LOOKING BACK AT ME!  I’m still not used to her.  She goes around masquerading as me all the time.  I just can’t seem to get away from her.  It’s pretty bad!  The worse scenario however, is when it’s up close and personal on the Iphone.  The Iphone hides absolutely nothing.  Too close for comfort!  Whew, I think I’ve recovered, now let me see if I can find those pictures to post.

Okay, I sent the before and after photos of my kitchen corner.  I also included a couple of photos of my grandson Zachariah on his first day of second grade.  Hope they upload.  We have trouble with Wifi  reaching to this end of the house.  We plan to purchase a booster to see if that will work.

No great revelations today.  Of course I have lots to say but it is getting late and I must get dinner on.  Dave will need to eat soon.  I’ll try to be a bit smarter tomorrow and have more words to take up more of your time.

 

MY GOODNIGHT TO YOU

By Kathleen Martens

Sept 1, 2015

 

May God richly bless you this night

And in your tomorrow.

I pray you have joy,

And no sorrow.

I bid farewell to my faithful few

I write this blog because of you.