I LIke This Day

As usual, my day starts at 5:00 a.m. to go to the gym. But when I returned home this morning I found a golden haired smiley boy awake and ready for the day. What a bright ray of sunshine that little guy is. Even though when I asked for a "squeeze", he just shook his head "no". I took it anyway and he allowed it.
Yesterday he was a HUGE (wink,wink) help with putting up peaches. We did two boxes making 27 quarts of peaches. Dalley did all kinds of things to help, like climbing on the table and trying to use the peaches as baseballs (we changed that to handing them to us which he grew tired of after one or two times), trying to sneak the knives we were using ( I am sure he just wanted to try his hand at peeling), getting his hands on anything we were using (obviously to show us how we should be using each item), and picking up stuff that got dropped on the floor (most of which he dropped). So you can see with help like that no other distractions were needed. And we got done and we are happy to be done and that makes today a better day. I like this day.

It is Monday. That says it all.

It IS Monday. And what Monday says is "Oh no, we are starting a new week all over again.!!" I like that Carpenters song that says "Rainy days and Mondays always get me down." However, I need to quit that type of thinking. I made a goal a week ago to make every day "the Best Day Ever."
But do you know that this day IS the "Best Day Ever." I have a certain 19 month old on his way to my house. I get to have him and his mama for a whole entire week, so this is not only the "Best Day Ever", it is the "Best Week Ever." We are going to enjoy every minute of every day of this week.
We are going to start it all off with canning peaches tomorrow. Now that doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun, but I get to take a day off work to do it. And I don't have to do it alone. So it will be all good.

An Idea I Had

I decided the other day that if I really want this blog to be somewhat of a journal, which I firmly believe in, then I need to put more into it. So I was thinking (scary, huh?) that maybe I should write something almost every day. It doesn't have to be a whole lot, but something to document this time of my life. So that is what I am going to do.

Something really weird happened this morning. But let me start with yesterday. We went to St. George (we as in Rocky and Me) to the dentist. We also went to be moral support for Kristi. She was taking Dalley to Dr. Ethridge (his Long QT doctor). Dustin wasn't able to go with her, so we did. Anyway back to the original thought, when we got home Rocky went out to feed and his gray horse was dead in the corral. She was all bloated up. Probably from the heat. He couldn't find any reason that would have killed her. She was getting up there in age, so he figured it must have been a heart attack earlier in the day and the heat made her bloat up. He was baffled. Well, today he had to go to Las Vegas for an evaluation from Worker's Comp on his knee injury. He didn't want the horse to lay there rotting all day, so he needed to take her away. He wanted to do this before he left for Las Vegas. Sooo, he was looking for a chain to hook her to the tractor. He looked in the back of his truck and this is where he found the weirdest thing. In the back of his truck was his spare tire (nothning weird about that). But it was blown. The tread was coming off and it looked like it had been thrashed. I guess that wouldn't be weird if he had done that himself, but he put that tire in there just a couple of weeks ago and it was fine then. It had to have been on the truck when it blew, but he didn't do it. How did it get from the back of his truck onto his truck or another truck, get blown, then get back in his truck bed? What a weird mystery. I wonder if we will ever know what happened. WOW..........

Okay, I know I am copying, or copywriting, or whatever

I know Stina posted this last week, but I got to thinking that maybe I wanted this picture on my own blog for history purposes.
This is my youngest grandchild, Ira Roger Hatch, son of Shawn and Stina. He is about 9 1/2 months old and I don't get to see him very much, which breaks my heart a little each day, but I fell in love with this picture. He looks so grown up. I just want to squeeze him.
Shawn called me last night to tell me that Ira is now walking. He has been walking around with help for a while and last night he just started walking by himself.
They bought him this suit for his Grandpa's wedding on October 9. He will probably steal the show.

It is What It is.

Or..........What is it? I'm talking about IT.
Well IT is what IT is.
Don't worry, I'm not going crazy, nor are you. But I have been trying to figure out what IT is that I am supposed to be doing right now. I spent the first 20 years of my life preparing for the life I have. I spent the next (I'm not going to tell anyone how many) years of my life living that life, very happily. But the problem is that I didn't prepare for when that ended. I am still very, very happy. But I don't know what IT is that I am supposed to be doing. Something is missing. I have an empty spot. Actually 5 empty spots. I keep them patched up most of the time. But every once in a while, like today, they break open. If anyone is reading this that hasn't reached the stage of life I am in, I warn you, prepare for after. Prepare what you will do then. It may seem like a long, long way off, but IT comes faster than you will ever believe. Just yesterday I was so busy with laundry, cooking, cleaning, attending school events, changing diapers, getting up in the night, sewing, helping kids with homework, swapping babysitting, paying bills, running kids everywhere, keeping track of kids, dealing with discipline, tearing my hair out because of teenagers, trying to keep the yard presentable, etc., etc.
And don't get me wrong, I love that I can rest a little now and I can keep things done and actually have a little time to myself. I really, really love that. But what do you do with the holes. They are still there.
Well It is what IT is. That is all I have to say.