Me, on the porch...

I will be 62 on Monday. Celebrating with a tea on Sunday at C's historical home on Lakeshore Drive. Aunt Joanie and her girls will be in attendance to mark her 62nd although she is 4 days younger than I am. She has always enjoyed that youthful fact!
It seems  my 60 post was just a few weeks ago...
Listening to The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kinsolver. It is so incredible. I am going to have to read all her books. Finished The DaVinci Code could not put it down. Need to start Angels & Demons. I bought one book then found one in the camper...so I have two. Book Club is reading Me Before You. I will not be without a book for a while.
(Self portrait, me, 62.)

Spring flower, Texas...

 

I am 22,637 days old. 3233 weeks and 6 days old. I have been alive for 16 leap years. 745 months.
 61 years and 6 days. Oh, I was born on a Sunday.
Yes, It is true. I will be 62 in a few days...

Days off the porch...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I find my grands endlessly fascinating.
 The joy they share on a visit though they live so far apart.
I have been away from my porch for a while. Warm weather, a daughter's 40th birthday.
But the snow and cold waited for my return...


 

Faith Bass Darling's Last Garage Sale...

 

When you are 6 and have no front teeth, and none in sight a birthday is a celebration to cheer!

That book Faith's Last Garage Sale was great. A story of a woman's slide into Alzheimer's disease. It sounded like it was going to be a romp, funny. It was entertaining. But heartbreaking and painful. An estranged daughter, dead son, cruel husband and the loss of her God and possessions were all included in her journey into forgetfulness. Definitely a recommended read.

 

Let it snow...

One more pic!

More snow on the really old (1894) porch...

Snow storm warnings again. I need to write a letter to someone out there. Spring is a few days away. I need a break. More winter then we have had in years. Ice, slush, cold. We can't even get into our camp because of the deep snow. A little warmth and some melting snow would be lovely.

Upper Peninsula...

I am of the age where I read the AARP magazine and I like it. So today when I read an apology from them for omitting the U.P. of Michigan from map printed last month of the U.S.A. it made me think of where I live. An unspoiled forested land  of lakes and sandy beaches. Life is easy here. Little traffic or crime. Our grandkids sled, snowshoe and build snowmen in winter. Kayak, swim and hike in summer. It is not a bad thing that we have not yet been discovered by the rest of the world.