One Good Hour

Yesterday I shared a photo of baby bird Marty when we visited my Joyful friend two years ago. Today I want to share this photo of Marty having "guy time" with my friend's husband when he came home later that day. By the look of this photo, they seem to understand one another.

Today I had one productive hour.
That hour was, however, so productive that it gave me hope that the many projects past due here are doable (is that a word?).

I am grateful I can go to bed now (2:22 by my computer clock) with a real feeling of hope for the 'morrow. I've said it before: A little dose of hope carries me a long way.

I am also grateful for my gleaned knowledge of flooring...thanks to Mom and Dad's carpet store. Us kids were literally raised in the carpet store. We lived in the same building and the store was also our family Rec Room. One Thanksgiving we ate our dinner on the ping-pong table in the carpet store. The ping-pong table was full to capacity (big family). And, I have watched my dad do countless floor installations, which taught me at least a little bit about how to cover a floor.

I am grateful for my Swiffer Sweeper thing.

I am grateful for dish soap.

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