Finding Legos

Yellow ones, red ones, blue and green…

No matter what room I go to, those little blocks are seen.

Tucked underneath the couch, & near our cat’s litter box,

Hiding between the covers & near where my husband throws his socks!

As I crouch down on the floor, retrieving cat toys under the TV,

Pet hair, cords & cat toys & Legos are what I see!

As I tidy up the living room, moving papers here & there,

I find blocks that snap together, spreading colors everywhere.

There are guns to shoot the zombies & rifles 2 feet long.

The builder of these masterpieces, makes them very strong.

Oh the robots & the weapons, made for battles of that day,

Are the evidence of a happy child, who came to see us & to play.

As I pick up all the Legos, that have somehow missed their box,

I’m reminded of a sweet little boy & the way he plays & talks.

“Get the zombies, Grandpa! Run! We have to hide!”

“Oh no, they just got Grandma! Now she’s a zombie & she died!”

There’s an awesome little boy, 4 years old with an infectious grin.

Each time I’m finding Legos, I’m reminded he was here again!

(Dedicated to my awesome, Lego-loving grandson)

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Sisters

She was the 3rd daughter for my parents. They already had one son at that time & I'm quite certain my brother had hoped for a baby brother instead of yet another girl, but that was not to be. I'm hypothesizing here. I haven't actually asked my brother how he felt about having yet another sister in the family, but c'mon...what boy actually looks forward to being outnumbered 3 to 1 by sisters?

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To make matters worse for my poor brother, he had to wait an extra month to find out if he was going to have a little brother or not, because this little baby was born a month late...at least according to legend (every family has them). At last the day arrived & the doctor announced "it's a girl". I can imagine the dismay my brother must have felt on that day, although he likely was used to it by now.

Missing Freda

When I think of spiders, the book Charlotte's Web comes to mind. In that book, Charlotte is a spider that lives in a barn & she instructs a pig named Wilbur on life's important lessons. I am not a spider lover, but I do find them interesting. I'm pretty sure that my daughter on the other hand, would prefer that they lived on the moon. I have been summoned many times, to perform spider deportations.

Birds of the Air

As I was walking my dog the other day, I noticed how she delighted in taking in every smell in the air around her & every scent on the ground. As she rolled in the grass, I smiled at the sheer joy my Penny dog was experiencing at that very moment.

Being Nice or Being a Schmuck

I'm a people watcher. I can't help it. I find human behavior fascinating. I also care about people & feel a lot of compassion toward others. When I see someone hurting, I want to help. Often, strangers approach me & start a conversation because they see a friendly face & assume they can trust me. People consider me to be kind & someone they can count on to help out. This is a good thing, right? I'm not so sure. Here's why:

Things My Dog Has Taught Me

My dog Maggie died on March 11, 2015, following a very determined fight against cancer. Her death was sudden & unexpected because although she was slowing down, she had more good days than bad. She died unexpectedly on one of her good days. This post is in tribute to a wonderful dog. She & I had a special bond. I will love her forever. I will miss her till I die. These are the things Maggie has taught me: