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  Land of the Giants If you follow my blog, you know my mother came to Florida a few weeks ago and started looking for a place of her own. She found a condo that fits her perfectly. Mike and I thought she might stay with us. Her independence is important to her. I get it.  The second oldest grand flew down with her. If you missed that post, you can check it out HERE . We enjoyed Spencer’s visit. Spencer is a great twenty-year-old man.  He is a man who is “present” when he is with you. Not on his phone. Not distracted. Never does he indicate he’d rather be somewhere else. This past week the oldest grand drove down for a visit.  Joshua is one of the “good guys,” too. He is a caring and tender “old soul” in his mid-twenties.  Joshua and Mike are both “car guys,” so a trip to  Streetside Classics  north of Tampa was on the docket. When they left the venue, Mike climbed in the passenger side of our Corvette and turned the driving over to Joshua. Mike is a ...

  Under Attack It was late. Time for my shower. I went into the bathroom, leaned into the shower stall and turned on the water so it would be nice and hot when I was ready.  Thunk! A slab of wood from atop the shower door came down on my head as I reached for the faucet. The wood was about eighteen inches long. The end was as big around as a Denny’s pancake. I was shocked and let out a little yelp as the wood clattered to the floor.  Thank you FreePik for the image. Haltingly, I made my way to the doorway leading to the living room to report my injury to Mike. I’m not sure he heard me. The television was on. However, he could see the distress on my face.  “What is it?” he asked as he came to meet me. “I’m alright,” I assured him. “Didn’t you hear the clatter?” “No.” I told him what happened and you’re not going to believe this, but the man laughed. I’m serious. He laughed.  Still in shock, I followed him back to the couch. I was hoping for a little TLC. A little...

  Dirt, Water, and Sunshine Last week I wrote “I’m walking on sunshine.” I am. It is wonderful to have my mama staying with us. If you missed that post, you can check it out HERE . I love Florida sunshine. And I love the weather this time of year... though it isn’t all sunshine.  No matter what the weather, our cat, Tiki, loves to sit on our enclosed back porch. Mike often lets her out in the morning. She sleeps on the chaise or sits in front of the windows watching squirrels and birds in the backyard. Early this morning, a plunking sound woke me. Mike was already in his office and Tiki was outside. She was at the window looking into our breakfast nook. She tapped at the window again asking to come in.  Tiki: Weather Watcher That’s unusual. She likes to stay out as long as we let her. I opened the door and she scooted inside. The cat was barely in the house when a heavy rainstorm appeared from nowhere and moved across the lake toward our house. The rain pounded the yard a...

  I’m Walking on Sunshine When I was a teen, there was a popular song by Katrina and the Waves called “Walking on Sunshine.” It is a song of pure joy and anticipation of a bright future.  Walking on sunshine is all that and more for me.  Sun Through the Trees & The Azaleas are Blooming! My mom is in Florida. She is living with us for the moment. Mike and I bought this house with her in mind, but she wants a place of her own. I get it. Like me, Mom is fiercely independent. Actually… maybe a bit more fierce, truth be told . Mom and I met with a wonderful realtor. We described what we wanted. Vicki showed us several options in the area.  The condo Mom is looking at is perfect for her and not too far from us. The negotiations are in the works. But until she moves, Mike and I are enjoying having her stay with us.  I’m walking on sunshine. And  in  sunshine. Mom and I have enjoyed walking in our neighborhood, chatting with neighbors, sitting by the lake,...