friendships season life

May I say a great big thank you to my friend Jaye for helping me with this blog set up!!!!!!!!!!!

Welcome Michelle, I look forward to the hard copy of you novel.

It takes full circle of friends to see the difference each life makes. On an Island the isolation leaves the void as a scar to the soul. How many villagers have effected me even in this short morning offering of thanks.

Chicken soup (homemade) on the menu today. I use parsnips to give it that old time flavor.
My sister had shoulder surgery, another friend has an arm in a cast and a surgery ahead. I heard still another has a house that is recovering a weekend of vomiting and illness. Wouldn't it be grand to have a soup pot like the old fable of "stone soup". When I make chicken soup I always feel like I wish I sould make 5 gallens. If I fell into a cracker factory and found favor with the owners I could pass out saltines too, and Ritz by the rolls. Don't ya just hate how hard they are to open now.

The Serengeti needs to be raked and the mounds removed now that the sun has dried the mowing remains from last week. My chariot needs a good wash and the pollen from my big old tree needs to be blown out of the drive. In all of this I too must rest and get the sewing machine a humming on the dress I am making for myself. It seems to be crying out in distress to me "dont forget me"! Summer school registration tonight with Steve doing a late class for work, a trip to Scottsdale to deliver soup and pick up those all too important and expensive hormones.
My day is full and so I am off.