Clara's Corner: Good Day For a Fire.....

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Good Day For a Fire.....

Ryan sent me this picture of their wood stove. I would like to have my feet turned up in front of the stove. But I have had my gas logs burning and it was good. I'm working on another knitted sock. Bill is still wanting to stay in the bed most of the time. He gets up to go to the bath room and that's about it. Loretta, his sister and her husband came today. That seemed to perk him up a little. Tomorrow he has an appointment with his heart dr. I dread getting him there and back. "Life may not be the party we expected, but while we are here, we might as well dance". And dance, I will!!!

2 comments:

Rachel said...: Oh Clara, you poor dear! I hope taking Bill to the doctor wasn't too hard. My husband very seldom gets out of bed anymore.

You have a wonderful attitude and that is very important!! You keep dancing!!!; 12:51 AM
Jamie Dawn said...: I hope his doctor visit went okay. I feel so sorry for him and for you. Dance away, Clara, and maybe Bill will be dancing with you soon. I hope he feels better soon. That fall really messed him up.; 6:08 PM

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WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!