Bright Moments.

Afters not feeling good for a couple of weeks there are some bright moments.See some flowers and waiting for a little girl to be born. It will put a smile on your face.

What a good day.

For me a good day is when I am able to do things. Well yesterday was a day like that. I been working in the yard and little by little I get things done. It is surprising do I cleaned up the yard last fall but still there is a lot to do. But like I said I did it and I am proud of it.Then I had invited Kim for dinner. I set the table with my best dishes and planned a full course dinner with a candle for St Patricks day.We just started eating when a call came in from David if we want to meet them at there home at 6 p.m and then go together to the American Hotel. Well Kim and I never say no. So we ate in the hurry and left the dishes for later.Well I met Gus and we made friends.Then we all walked over to the Hotel and celebrated St Patricks with a LOT of people. It was a long but fun day.I will put a few pictures from me visiting my neighbors and the place where last year a fur tree stood that went to Nan and Joe for there Christmas tree.

Garth Brooks.

On Oprah I saw Garth Brooks singing today.And with him singing it came to me that it has been 27 years when my Dad past away.I still can hear him say 'I can not go on any more'. And I told him,go Dad with peace, we will take care of Mom. Istill feel that moment.Words are sometimes easy. How would I take care of my Mother. Im in the US and she in the Netherlands.But she was smart, she knew what I mend. To see a husband and wife at there end of there live together is very hard. You do not understand this to the fullest until you are there later. It was even harder for me because in a couple of weeks I had to go home again and leave her alone. But this is live cycle.

Unbroken.

Unbroken,that is the book I am reading now. A WWII story of survival, Resilience, and Redemption.When I got the book from Kim I did not want to say anything,but I had no interest in it. The writer is Laura Hillebrand.That sounds like a Dutch name. I knew some Hillebrands in the Netherlands.So the book has been laying there. All I could think a other one writing about WWII. It turned me of. But one day beeing bored I picked the book up and start to read. It was about a Italian-American sprinter. His name was Louie Zamperini.And the more I read the more I got in to it.He was born in 1917, and as a 12 old he saw the German Graf Zeppelin flying over his house. So that was history , and information for me. Louie got in to a lot af trouble, but his two year older brother helped him to become a sprinter. And in 1936 he went to the Germany with his American Olympic team. He also met Hitler.He then later when America was at war went in the service and became a luitenant and served in the Pacific war. So now I am deep in the story and I am getting a lot of information about the war in the other Ocean. So that shows you do not judge a story from the cover.

My newest Art.

Today I received a beautiful piece of art. I was so surprised. I love it. It already has a nice place in my dining room. So Molly the next tea party is going to be even better, because my room looks so much nicer.Thank you so much. It is a piece of art from a three year old. Good for you.

Love.

Last night I saw so many different loves. I went to my Great-grandchildren Birthday party. Two and four years old. There was parents love , children love. Grandma's and grandpa's love.Love from the kids to my granddaughter Kim. Their faces shine with admiration for her.Their second cousin.Then my own love for my daughter and all her family there. What a wonderful feeling to see all the love there. At one point there I wanted to hug them all. Yes Kathy you and Bob also. While I am writing my tears run down my face from in one word all the LOVE I have for you all.

Extra help.

I just came in from shoveling some snow. The piles are high and I took the tops of so it will melt faster. While I was doing it a question from my sisterinlaw in the Netherlands came to me. She asked the other day, Do you have a help in the house? And I said o no I do everything my self. Then I was thinking about my Mother.. As long as I can remember she had a cleaning lady in the house. Mather of facts I still write with her last one she had for years. I would be there on vacation and once a week she came. Cleaned the floors, dust everything and washed the windows inside and out. Scrubbed the side walk and anything my Mother wanted her to do Here I am in my 85 the year and I do most everything my self. Sure if something is heavy I will ask some one in the family.But a cleaning lady I have never thought of it. While my house is so much bigger then my Moms.My mom once had a nice big house, but also a cleaning lady.I wonder what is wrong with me. Don't I see the dust any more?I do not do spring cleaning like I use to but it does not get so dirty any more. Or maybe God made me that my eye's are not so good any more and I do not see it. Well Tiny this is my answer. No I do every thing myself and you can come in here and I am proud of my clean house.