>"Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh in the white and drifting snow."I always think of that as a Thanksgiving song. Thanksgiving approaches and I begin to sing those lines in my head. It is very comforting isn't it? The road to Grandmother's home is so familiar the horse knows the way.I wish I knew as much as that horse....
Socrates said, "An unexamined life is not worth living." This is my feeble attempt at examining my life.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
>What did you do Wednesday?
>October 31 Grace Chapel families scattered to their homes, to await their neighbors....This was the first year the porch light was on at the Schmidt house, and it rocked my oldest daughter's world. So I sat on my porch steps (it was such a nice evening) talking to Anne on my cell phone and explaining why, after 25 years, we were passing out Halloween candy. I would interrupt our call every couple...