A Scrappy Day

It's been a really nice day today in every sense of the word. After a leisurely breakfast we headed out for our daily frap and and ended up at Macro. We hadn't been there for ages and we saw just what we have been looking for for a while - a large outside storage 'shed come box' for our garden furniture. It was just what we wanted but we had no idea how the price compared or whether it would fit and we had no tape measure.

Cue i phone wonder!

I used the ap that scans the little square box type bar codes (no idea what they are called but the ap is a QR reader) and it bought up the product on the web site and I e mailed that home.

Did I mention I love my i phone LOL

 

anyway - very boring photo of the day

Anyway we picked up a few bits and pieces and then I have had a scrappy day which has been very theraputic. When we got home the woodpecker (not the green ones we see daily but the proper spotted one!) was hammering away close by but we couldn't see him. Our bird feeder is very active though and it is lovely to see them all.

I have a new page made with yet more of Dawn's new products today.  Featuring those two adorable CFH of course.

 

Today I am thankful for

• all sorts of technology
• the new fuse box and power supply so that when the toaster went badly wrong at lunchtime it simply tripped the fuse and the new independent power supply meant my computer didn't go off.

 My one minute devotional today is

I was married at 17, and my children—one boy and four girls—were born close together. The doctor said if I had another baby, I would die. But before long I was expecting again. The doctor said the pregnancy must be terminated. I pondered and prayed. Reluctantly, I decided to comply, and wearied from this decision, I lay down to rest.

After a brief nap I awoke to see—as clearly as I’ve ever seen anyone—a sailor boy. He was smiling and his sailor cap rested jauntily on the back of his head. On his forehead were short, shiny curls. I don’t know why, but as I looked at this apparition, it came to me that I must cancel the impending surgery. I went on to bear a son named Robert.

Years later, in World War II, we received word that our elder son, Jack, had been killed. One day as I sat crying, young Robert touched my arm and said, “Mama, look at me. You’ve still got me.” With that intense statement from the heart of my little boy, my numbness began to recede.

Robert grew and then he, too, joined the service. He was stationed in Pearl Harbor and we didn’t see him for a long time. Then we got a wire that he was coming home. The day before he was to arrive, I was in the kitchen, mixing a cake, when I heard the door open. I turned around, and standing there was the same sailor boy I’d seen years before. He was smiling and his sailor cap rested jauntily on the back of his head. On his forehead were short, shiny curls.

It took a moment for me to realize that this was my son Robert, surprising us by coming home a day early. It was Robert, the son I almost didn’t have.

and finally some more of those amazing photos.

 Favelas of Brazil . The shocking boundary between wealth and poverty.

 

 

 Lost paradise in the Indian Ocean . Isle of Lamu.

In northwestern Montana , USA . The water is so transparent that it seems that this is a quite shallow lake. In fact, its very deep.

 Banpo Bridge in Seoul , South Korea

 Balcony of floor 103 in Chicago .

 From the outside it looks like

 
View of the sunset from inside the wave.