A Song For You . . .

I love you in a place where there’s no space or time

I love you for in my life you are a friend child of mine

And when my life is over remember when we were together

We were alone and I was singing this song for you . . .

~ Leon Russell, 1971


I blogged about last week this morning.


Have I cried after an election?



I highlighted and erased.


I had the sweetest weekend.  I got to play mom again. This time to three!  I laugh because I sometimes I view my role as  grandmother somewhere between Mom, Mary Poppins and Mrs. Doubtfire.

For this journey, I was as prepared as I could be. I made a secret “goodies inside” box for the kiddos and me. Inside was my own rendition of “Command Central”!  I assure you, all the precious blues were on the box, all weekend long.


We were without television for some of the time, so we had extra time for art. We made alphabet soup out of construction paper, we made masks without patterns that ended up looking like a buffalo and an owl.  We made kites. We made snowflakes. We turned my phone into a mini “drive in” movie  with the help of Lego and Matchbox. We built a city forts in the bonus room.

Our imaginations ran wild!


While they were sleeping, I caught up with a little reading.  ( I may have left Chip at least two times . . . LOL . . . God bless Jo Jo.)

. . . and the game!


That’s right!

We’re number one!

Go Cougs!

Will miss you Leon.  But will never forget your beautiful lyrics. ( Please forgive me for taking them a slightly “Guns N’ Roses” for this post.)

Roses???!!!  Keep the fight Cougars!


What Election?

Keeping it my best “real” . . . and it will be just fine!

Blessed to be me!

We’re / Lone now and
I’m singing this song to you.


    1. It was pure joy, Summer!
      I almost cried when I left those sweet faces . . . I told them Mr D and The Chocolate Gousse missed me!
      Have a glorious week! I will be over to catch some sun from you soon!

  1. What a great post!

    A couple of years ago, Steve and I were just so turned off by politics that we decided to not make the horrid news part of “our script”. When we head out to the beach, our time for talking, politics and problems are not allowed as part of the conversation and when one of us starts up, the other says, “not in our script”.

    Making our lives about simple walks on the beach, moments shared and love of our family keeps us happy and our blood pressure down.

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