Dear Lady in the Green Clogs Sitting Next to Me in the Bookstore,
I am trying to study. Others are attempting to read. I am confident that none of us want to listen to the sitcom streaming loudly on your computer. I would give you my earphones if I hadn't left them at home on the sofa. You do have the option of exercising your volume button.
Sincerely, ~S.
Instead, I am going to channel my thoughts elsewhere (since I am hostage to this background noise). Ugh. Oh well, I suppose.
That mood has passed thank goodness, at least for now. I have skipped studying these past two evenings and it has been an indulgence of great proportions. Tomorrow I will begin a weekend of preparing a lengthy paper, but tonight? Tonight, I am here. My dear friend sent some kind words my way and motivated me to write. “Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless.” ~Mother Teresa Thank you, Nat.
And alas, it is already Sunday and I have not yet begun my paper. I attempted to reread excerpts from Harvard Business Review's 10 Must Reads on Leadership. It was a bit difficult as my youngest child was over my shoulder, excitedly pointing out words that she is learning in kindergarten. How precious is that? She has been feeling a bit under the weather and it has been nice to feel her close and wanting her mom. Now she is off with her sister, helping her to clean her room...and there is silence. I am not sure if that is a good thing. For sure, it is rarity. *sigh* Silence is more musical than any song. ~Christina Rossetti
Things that made me smile recently~
Three beautiful daughters. I am blessed.
Lane, dressed for her teacher's wedding |
Ally, top right, at her final soccer game of the season |
McKenzie being silly, hating to pose (as always) |
My little one playing 'mannequin' for nearly 30 minutes while her sisters shopped... I enjoyed watching the passersby look and laugh. |
Beautiful scenery on my drive home across the river:
Gorgeous sunsets...
And a chill to my November days. I love this time of year!
"How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care,
Content to sleep, their work well done,
Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow."
Until they nearly reach the sky.
Twisting, turning through the air
Till all the trees stand stark and bare.
Exhausted, drop to earth below
To wait, like children, for the snow."
- Elsie N. Brady, Leaves
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