When my eyes opened yesterday morning this is what I saw. Before I got up I snapped this with the phone. My world is truly amazing. It really is. Do you know the Paul Simon song "Born at the Right Time"? That's me. I know we do make our own luck but I seem to, for some reason, have more than my share. I am very thankful for it too. I do not take one single day for granted. I try to live each one to the fullest.
Take yesterday, I went to the pool and had a good time exercising, sat there a bit while waiting to dry, then came up and showered and had a nap. Then I was thinking about what I could do with the rest of my day. I didn't want to waste it. Well I certainly could go into that cavern of evil I lovingly call a closet and spend many hours but no, that didn't interest me. I could do the same with my pantry but again, no interest there either.
So what exactly did I do you want to know? Well I'll tell you. I played around in beads. I didn't make anything but I got some things done with them. They, like my closet, are totally out of control. I must have enough beads to fill a bathtub. So many little treasures just waiting for my fingers to turn them into something wonderful to wear. And still I don't. It is what I did when Sarge was sick and I loved it, it kept me busy sitting next to him but now I can't seem to make anything. Strange? Yes.
Have a wonderful Sunday y'all. I shall be with the duck so mine will be wonderful!