This is the blanket monster dad video. I tried to get the most current video on this but he doesn't have it linked in his tik tok feed yet. In the current one, the child he scarfs up last is the baby. It's amazing how he can hide them all under the blanket. And those kids are squeeling with delight.
The times I miss my dad the most are when I hear a song on the radio that I know he'd like (Hymns or the Old Country Music like Sons of the Pioneers). I would turn around to tell him about it, and realize that he isn't there anymore. But it's okay because I know where he's at and I'll see him again when it's my turn to take my last breath and enter Heaven's eternal Paradise.
I'm not sure if we've had this type of challenge or not as I can't search the blogs. Anyway, if you want to, show us your hand. I've put both sides of mine as the palm looks a lot younger than the back. At least I'll have some redeeming quality to display. And I didn't fancy them up, this is the raw me most of the time at almost 72. I look forward to seeing your hands.
I don't think I've quite gotten this old yet, but I do think that I'm rapidly approaching it.
Well I woke up to this. I'm trapped in the driveway. Luckily I have no place that I have to be until later in the week. This is the city water company digging a section of street in front of my house. It has been patched so much that it was actually becoming part of the curb. I'm surprised they noticed it. So I'm grateful that it's being fixed.
For months now the gas company has been replacing the lines and meters in our neighborhood and that necessitated digging up the sidewalks on some properties. But the replacements are beautiful.
I live in the neighborhood that I originally grew up in so it's an older neighborhood and many sidewalks were in bad shape. I never thought the city would ever replace them but I lived to see it happen. Yay!
They have delayed replacing my sidewalk and those connected to mine because of having to grind up tree roots from my very mature River Birch tree in the front yard. And apparently the two companies decided jointly, to fix the street as well before replacing the sidewalk.
Patience and more patience are needed. I keep telling myself to focus on the beautiful end result and better curb appeal the house will have when it's time to sell.
So once both of these companies get done doing their thing, life will get back to normal.
Someday there will be:
A man who belongs only to me and I to him.
A man who I can treasure with all of my heart without reason for regret.
A man who has eyes and interest for me and no one else.
A man who I can feel safe in all ways with and he with me.
A man who is able and interested in understanding me and I him.
A man who loves deeply and leads me in the understanding of how to love deeply in return.
A man who wants to travel life with me by his side.
A man who has expressions he uses only for me and no one else.
A man who flirts only with me and only allows flirtation towards him from me.
A man who loves God and leads me into a deeper relationship with Him, as he goes deeper himself.
A man who I can rely on to be consistent in his words, actions, beliefs, thoughts, and promises.
A man who cares for me and allows me to care for him.
A man whose flaws are not so blatant as to permanently hurt me but, can be forgiven because he is truly sorry for them and works hard to change them.
A man who can forgive my flaws and lovingly lead me to correct them.
It's a tall order, but even if I never meet him in this life, I will always have the hope that I will.
This is what happens when you sit in your car with the door open and the inside exposed. I never saw it coming and didn't realize it was there until the end of the day. It's on the outer glass of the door as well. A very talented birdie to be sure.
