Well, well, well. Friday the Thirteenth, again. We had quite the dramatic thunderstorms last night, and I had visions of our cedar trees coming down on top of the house, but there was no damage, and the rapids of waters have receded and all is calm and bright. I don't remember ever having such thunder and lightning around here, though I remember it in other states as a child and as an adult in Colorado. Today is the beginning of a warming up and sunny skies, so I'm cheerful about the weekend. In the meantime, perhaps a bit of housecleaning and organizing before we leave next week on our trip.
Yesterday I had a lovely day with my foster granddaughter. We played Uno and Hearts for two hours, went out to lunch at our favorite ice cream parlour, then saw a matinee of "The Secret World of Arriety". The animation was gorgeous, and the story from the children's books "The Borrowers". We also gardened and worked on felt birds for mobiles for her and the coming baby. I won't see her for couple of weeks now, and I felt a pang about it. We still laugh a lot and I notice my husband is around us more and more, attempting to amuse her. She's just a delightful little being.
So my gratitude far outweighs the ominous date, and I'm looking forward to a lovely weekend.
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