Busy Day

Today was a very busy day. Momma Jean had 2 doctors appointments so Pam decided to make it a day for all of us. She and Momma Jean went to the first appointment then came back to the house. We sat in the "drawing room," Trace and Pam fiddled with the computer while Momma Jean picked out cards, then we left to get Jessica. After that, it was off to Casa Ole. In case you didn't know, the Casa Ole at 4th and Frankfurt is where Momma Jean and Daddo would sneak off and share a "Cancun" dinner.( I think it was their favorite spot.)That is where we had lunch today. We had just enough time to go to the cemetary to see Daddo. It just so happens that Daddo is right beside his friend and fellow elder of the Church in Wolfforth, Charles Henserling. They didn't plan it that way, it was one of those syncronisity things...

Then, time for the neurologist appointment, home to yard work, dinner and a walk around the block. It is very nice to share the privalege of caring for Momma Jean with Pam, Bruce, Trace, and our daughter Jessica. If she has to have this awful disease, then I want to be part of the care group. I am thankful that we have the honor to care for her and keep her at home for as long as we can.

Crazy Hair Day!

Today is Crazy Hair Day at Inspirations! We debated what to do. First I suggested we "dye" our hair with wash out spray.

"Oh, No!" was Momma Jean's reply. "what if it won't come out?" Now I don't think that's such a bad thing, I have been thinking of pink streaks, myself. I laughed and said, "Don't worry, we will clip something in your hair that will come out..." OK, that didn't work either!

We searched and searched and this is what we came up with! Please check out "Mamma Jemia"

August Clouds

The August clouds are lovely;
They float there in the sky.
They seem to say, "we're passing folks,
...just really passing by!"
Those rains will come next month, you know,
Right now...enjoy that sky -
Those lovely, fluffy, August clouds,
While they are passing by!

We are like those clouds, I think,
So let us really try,
to see the beauty in us all,
While we are passing by!

SJW 1994

Poems of Flowers

Today we wrote down word topics, dropped them in a basket and picked one. Our topic was flowers. Here are the results:

The days are nice when

flowers bloom,

They perfume the air

we breath

It lifts the gloom

from every room--

and it's pleasantness

won't deceive!

Momma Jean, 2010

Flowers, Flowers everywhere,

Petals scattered 'neath my chair!

Fragrance drifts along the breeze,

sometimes bringing on a sneeze!

Pink and blue, orange and red

blossoms circle 'round my head

Butterflies flutter by

drifting upward to the sky.

Lavender, mint and four o'clocks,

special inspiration rocks

water fountains, birds galore,

within my garden walls adore.

LaNell Koenig-Wilson

AND NOW A SPECIAL ODE TO LUCY

Lucy-fer that evil cat,

she'll lure you in and

then that's that!

When I'm An Old Lady

When I'm An Old Lady

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with each kid,
And bring so much happiness...just as they did.
I want to pay back all the joy they've provided,
Returning each deed. Oh, they'll be so excited!
(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids).
I'll write on the wall with red, whites and blues,
And bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.
I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.
I'll stuff all the toilets and, oh, how they'll shout!
(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids).
When they're on the phone and just out of reach,
I'll get into things like sugar and bleach,
Oh, they'll snap their fingers and then shake their heads,
And when that is done I'll hide under the bed!
(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids).
When they cook dinner and call me to eat,
I'll not eat my green beans or salad or meat.
I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,
And when they get angry I'll run...if I'm able!
(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids).
I'll sit close to the TV, through channels I'll click,
I'll cross both my eyes just to see if they stick.
I'll take off my socks and throw one away,
And play in the mud 'til the end of the day!
(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids).
And later in bed, I'll lay back and sigh,
I'll thank God in prayer and then close my eyes.
My kids will look down with a smile slowly creeping,
And say with a groan, "She's so sweet, when she's sleeping!"
(When I'm an old lady and live with my kids).

Author Unkown

More Haikus

written 1999

There once was a man, Jeffery Gene,
who kept his yard nice and clean.
He loved his dear wife,
Who____________(brightened, threatened, or muddled) his life:
That charming young man, Jeffery Gene!

There once was a woman, PJ
who went to the store one day
she bought this and that
Fed it all to the cat
now what will her dear husband say?

Haiku Poems

There once was a girl named Jess
And she was really a mess!
As she journed along
She sang a sweet song
This wonderful young girl named Jess.

There once was a boy named James
who just would NOT kiss the dames!
But that is all right,
Although he's a sight,
We love that sweet boy named James!

There was a nice man named Trace,
Who wore a big smile on his face!
You can hear his loud cry,
"I NEED chocolate pie!"
That great, charming man named Trace!

There was a young woman named Pan,
Who'd stop to eat bacon and ham!
She used to climb trees,
Now she darts like a breeze,
That charming young woman named Pam!

There was a sweet girl, Lauren Curry,
Who could do her work in a hurry!
So she had time to play,
during the day.
That sweet young girl, Lauren Curry.

There was a sweet girl, Bliss Marie,
Who decided that she'd climb a tree!
Do you think she would?
She did 'cause she could
So agile is sweet Bliss Marie

There once was a man named Bruce
Who thought he'd capture a moose!
But the moose ran away
So that ended the day,
For that nice, kind man named Bruce!

There once was a girl, Sandra Dale,
Who did all her work very well!
She could sing like a lark,
from morning 'til dark,
That sweet charming girl Sandra Dale.

While cleaning out the bathroom cabinet I found a beautifully embroidered dresser scarf. I took it to the kitchen and put it on the table. When Momma Jean awoke and saw it, she lovingly caressed the scarf and told me she made it when she was a young bride. That would have made her in her early 20's. "I embroidered that and even crocheted the edging. I was very young, just married."

Her work is amazing. The stitches are very tiny and precise and the back side looks nearly as neat as the front! Even the hemming stitches are beautiful. I think the little girl looks like Jessica. Don't You?

Today we went to Raider Ranch to paint pottery. The ad said it was the Mud Room Pottery and we had no idea if we were gonna play in the clay or what. We painted Hibiscus shaped bowls and we since we were the only two there, we were the star pupils! The Ranch brought in a trolley full of fruit, cheese, sandwiches, tea, coffee, water, etc. We felt like pampered princesses. Raider Ranch is absolutely beautiful and we had a nice time. We get to pick up our fired bisque bowls on Friday to see the results of our labor. After that it was off to pick up Jessica, drop off books at the Library and a short trip to the farmers market. (They were gone when we got there. We will try the farmers market on Thursday instead)

We had a nice vegetarian dinner tonight of home grown baked squashed, fruit with cottage cheese and homemade biscuits, movie - the Shaggy Dog, then an early night.

What Belongs to You?

What Belongs to You?

written by Sophie Jean Wilson

Cheerfulness belongs to me,

I found it in tranquility!

That does not mean I'm never sad,

Nor does it mean I'm never mad.

I just wear glasses tinted pink;

and they guide the way I think!

They cast bright shades of sweet content

Isn't that the way that life was meant?

by Sophie Kelso Wilson

July 1, 2005