Thought Dump

Did you know that life is as fragile and a thin beautiful piece of hand spun glass?  It is.  Whether you live to be 95 or 6 months old, it's oh so incredibily fragile.  Treat it that way.  It isn't a fast speedway from here to there with an end result to only get what you want or take as much as you can take.  I suppose some folks think that it is a speedway, racing from one point to the other, buying and getting as much as they can; higher, faster, newer, more more more.  I'm glad I know different. 

I look around and I see that our driveway has major cracks in it and needs to be jack hammered up and new concrete poured.  I see that our kitchen ceramic tile has cracks in it all over and I'm not talking about the grout, the actual tile is failing.  I notice that our carpet is in dire need of replacement, but I'll settle for a shampoo.  I can plainly see that our pool liner is on it's very last leg, in fact, the last toe of the last leg.  --But wait.  I ALSO realize that we are blessed to have these things.  A driveway, a ceramic floor, carpet, a pool, a home; I get it.  So it flits in my mind and the next thoughts that chase are ones of humble gratitude for all that we have. 

What a long day today!  7-8 hours in the car, to Raleigh and back with some fun gals but long day nonetheless.  I'm accused of being a bad driver.  I think I am a good driver.  I'm safe and though I might swerve now and again, I am in full control.  I do get distracted and look at whatever might be going on the side of the road, but I am aware I'm driving a vehicle and I haven't lost a passenger yet!  :) 

Working on bottles this week, cleaning and scouring and dusting and laundry.  The life of a mom, the life of a wife, the norm and the day to day.  It dawns on me I've never uploaded any pics of my bottles here.  I will do that soon.