October 10, 2016
Good morning. Gosh, what an awful time I had getting to my blog this morning. First Google made me sign in, then would not accept my sign in. After several tries, and a short trip around Google, I finally got here.
Well, the rain stopped sometime during the night, and this morning the sun is shining. It's a good sight to look out my door and see a few decent puddles scattered around the yard. Did we ever imagine that we would welcome the sight of puddles? Probably not, but when you are in a drought, puddles are beautiful.
Today is a holiday here. It's Columbus Day, which is a state and federal holiday. The holiday started in 1702 as an Italian-American celebration in New York. The day was declared a federal holiday in 1937 by President Franklin D. Roosevelt.
It's also Handbag Day. Believe it or not, Handbag Day exists, and real people actually do take some time out of their day to celebrate it and pay tribute to their beloved collection of handbags, as well as all those they wish they could afford. It is a day when women talk about handbags -- even more than usual, both on the internet, through blogs and in real life with friends. It is a day where the greatest designs and designers are discussed and celebrated. It's also a day through which the purchase of a new handbag, or bags, for the more extravagant can be justified and needs no explanation. (this information was taken directly off the web - Google)
Hmmm, maybe that explains my fascination with handbags. When I was younger, I leaned more favorably to the larger handbags. In my older years, I favor the medium to small size handbags. Do I really need lots of handbags? Of course not. But I like them, and they make me happy.
Yesterday was very quiet here. I was going to spend some time shredding stuff, but instead I took a nice nap. Pogo did too. Listening to the rain coming down and hitting the metal awning over my window is very soothing and conducive to sleeping.
Later, I worked on the scarf that I've started. It still befuddles me how I can make so many mistakes on something this simple. I am making a little progress though. I probably only had to rip out two or three rows last night. A definite improvement over the night before.
Today I have a few family photos to share. This first photo is Audrey and her hubby, Mac. They are celebrating the wedding of a good friend's daughter.
This next photo is one of my great grandsons, Nicholas, who has just recently turned eight. Niko is my son Gary's grandson. Gosh, such a handsome young man, and oh so smart!
And finally, this is a photo of my grandson Bobby with his daughter Aurora. Can you tell they are Patriots fans?
Why do I put so many of my family photos on my blog? Because I want them included in my Blog Books. They are an extremely important part of my life, and I want to pass them along to future generations.
Before I go, let me share a fun experience that I had during the night. This doesn't happen often, but when it does, it makes my heart smile. I was curled up beneath my blanket, half in and out of sleep, when I heard a very soft cough somewhere very close to me. I ignored it, and then I heard it a gain. I put the light on, and found Pogo wanting to be picked up and put on the sofa. So, I did just that.
Then I turned the light off and crawled back under my blanket. Soon I heard a very soft cough, snort. I ignored this. There it was again. Very soft - cough, snort. So I responded very very softly, rrrf! Pogo answered with a very soft rrrf! By the second round of "rrrf's" Pogo was getting a bit louder.
So I put the light back on and went to the sofa to see what my little guy was wanting. Well, can you guess? He wanted to play! So we played. After about fifteen minutes, I gave him another fuzzy blanket to curl up in, and he drifted off to dreamland. And I went back to bed. My heart was very happy, and I slept well.
Now I think I'll make myself a nice hot cup of coffee and do a bit of blog reading. So, till tomorrow, Y'all have a fantabulous day.
Hugs, Edna B.