To infinity and beyond…
canasta
automated card shuffle
tea
cocoa
rose bushes
hydrangeas
daughters
country blue plaid
ivy-patterned china
ginger snaps
iced coffee
garden gnome’s
Martha Stewart
a matching pair of scissors
Seinfeld
rattan & wicker
angels
teddy bears
bananas
warm 7-Up
jigsaw puzzles
sewing machine
fabric scraps
the ’slipping’ tablecloth
gophers
garden seeds
peanut butter
aspirin
melting gingerbread houses
crape myrtles
woodwork
books
Denny’s Grand-Slam
coffee creamers
blue willow china
chocolate covered coffee beans
sweatshirts
head cheese
bread pudding
Cassata
baking soda
4′9″ and shrinking (LOL!)
granny boots
Fiddler on the Roof
Les Misérables
Pavarotti. The Three Tenors
VCR hell
crocheted blankets
blood pressure cuff
a fist full of coins
toothpaste
a bad haircut
pasta making
“Is this cilantro or mint?” (LOL)
homeowner dues
lithographs
lemons from Jo’s
Monarch butterflies
animal crackers
kleenex boxes
pendulum clock
Bunco
PrissCilla the cat
Jack pines
clothesline in the attic
“I could give a rat’s ass!”
“M A R J O R I E!”
“F R A N C E S!”
‘I wake up and say, “Thank you”every day.’
breast cancer
radiation
heart attack
Gilroy garlic
spring cleaning
fresh draperies
the eye-of-a-needle
Dove chocolates
chocolate and black licorice
restorations
fretwork
lattice
William Morris
Ethan Allen
Schumacher
Challah
…this list weaves across the heavens, and is, itself, endless.
Sweetheart, thanks for the lovely comment. I am envious of your beautiful trip. Actually that pear post got posted in error without the text. Am just about to fill in the blanks, so as to say!
don’t forget the illegal baking business and the book about the mice :)
Deeba, oh honey, you must get that lovely post finished and searchable. The world needs such beauty.
Meggie, thanks for the additions to the list. I had forgotten about Collette and Fran’s venture into the catering world. AND…I hope that the story she wrote for President Clinton Whitehouse still lingers somewhere. That would have made for an excellent childrens book. Gosh, I miss her so much; I know you do too. Let us remember to celebrate our tears and not to hide them. We were truly given a gift beyond compare. She rests peacefully and frolicks with those that know her true value. She is away, but we’ll see her again. God doen’t make trash.
Love,
Mom