Archive for August, 2007

So we sold our truck and camper this spring but for years had lots of fun at “our spot – #136″ right on the lake. So what’s with my pics – oh, well, I never ever claimed to know what I was doing:)

After we ate dinner early, he looked for his runners and put them on. I held my breath wondering what possessed him to do that as we had no plans to go out. At least no plans he knew about.

At 7 pm our sweet neighbor, Brenda, rang the door bell. “How would you like to walk Bond with me as Rob has to work tonight?” There was the slightest hesitation and then he happily left with her. Half hour later they arrived back.

Brenda and I had chatted over the garden fence this afternoon as I picked tomatoes. She suggested picking my man up at 7 and just see what would transpire. (He has resisted going for walks for a couple years.) My thanks to you, dear friend.

But I am wondering Who was behind the runners on after dinner – - -

So Annie nominated me for an award! Thanks so much but I always say He would care for me and more so it’s the least I can do for Him – but it’s really nice people notice. I always hope the story of our journey may help someone.

What did I do? I boo-bood and didn’t put my nomination here.

Anyway, Trish over at harmonyhillmusic.blogspot.com really deserves this. If you get a chance, take a look at her blog. I think there are electrical power issues,storms etc. tonight where she lives but maybe tomorrow she will have her internet again.

Carrying two large bags of groceries, the stranger tripped on the curb, falling right in front of us – groceries scattered, bags torn. Clutching her knee in silence, she stayed on the ground. Over and over he asked if she were all right – then lifted her up as I gathered the groceries.

Turning around I saw the most tender sight – they were holding each other as she steadied herself against him. If only you knew -

We walked to her car and got her settled. After assuring us that she could drive, we watched her car disappear around the corner.

That evening he appeared with the ice bag I keep for all my aches and pains – “How’s your knee, Hon?”

After retirement, my Man and I intended to work side by side doing custom woodwork. I wish I could remember the name he chose for his company – I may find it in tax papers someday – I do recall it was very unique. He did a few jobs for people (while still working) and claimed it on the “unique company”.

Anyway, over the years, he collected a wonderful assortment of tools – the names of which I would not know! Ah, yes, I do recall a router – whatever that is or does. Obviously, he would have done the “routing”

He also hand prepared a work shop under our upper deck, digging out the earth and pouring cement.

Some days I go to “our” shop and sort through the various tools – some are rusted. I found his carpenters’ pencil which tugged at my heart – also, his leather tool belt and denim “Revy” apron. Brought them in to hold close.

I collected an assortment of tools and organized a tool box for myself. The hammer is my friend. Wish I could run his power drill – I will ask for help. Made up collections for our 2 sons, also.

The shop key waits – until I go to sit among our treasures.