Niceness, for the most-part

Saw a couple folks that I never, ever see as I shopped this afternoon; actually, there were three and I'd never seen one of them before, in spite of the fact he was named for our youngest son. (OK, not really. Really he was named for an author that is wonderful, but my son shared the name before we knew about the author and--is this getting confusing or what?) Anyway, glad to see Jared and Angie and wish we could see them and a couple others a lot more often than we do.

Sometimes I HATE living here. It's too far away from the people I really like and can talk to without getting one of those looks or one of those comments. Not that that is the only reason, but boy, it sure is nice. (OK, I'm being selfish again.)

I got to hang out my sheets today. (The day was GLORIOUS with 60 + degree temps on February 28.) They smell so wonderful now. I wish I could hang them out all the time. I don't mind hanging out laundry as much as I mind throwing it in the dryer, but I'm glad to have my dryer, too. I remember the days when Mom didn't have one. She was, I'd estimate, a good 300 lbs., but she carried laundry from the basement to the second story of our farmhouse where she had clotheslines strung across a storage room. I didn't realize the chore at the time, but now I do. I don't know how she did it.

I've gone from wanting to buy everything to hating to shop. What is going on? I'm not complaining, mind you, but I can't figure it out. As a matter of fact, Bart was whining this morning that one of his Playstation games was damaged--one that he paid for personally--and I had little sympathy for him; in fact, I was quoting Scripture, for crying out loud! I try to not do that because I don't want them to resent either me or God for it, but--well, I think I'm turning into a Fundamentalist! That can't be!(Ben and Ruthie--HELP!) =) No, my problem is that he seems to be more wrapped up in that thing every weekend and I HATE IT!

Planning trips to Gatlinburg and to Puerto Rico. I'm becoming quite the traveler.