When our nephew moved in with us my guy and I agreed to accept money from him each month as rent -- at least, that's what our nephew thought. In reality we don't want his money, but he was too proud to live with us for free. So we put it aside and saved it for when he bought his new house. We intended to give it all back to him as a house-warming gift so he has the cash for all the expenses that come with a new home. The funny thing is that every time we go out I ask my nephew if he needs anything, and he always says "a bag of money." That's why I hauled out my very rusty cross stitch skills to embroider the label for this bag. Forgive the blurriness of these pics; he moves fast. He also had no idea when he came back from closing on the new house that he was getting this. He thought it was a joke, until he looked inside and saw it was, actually a bag of money. He started to refuse it, at which point I stepped in with a threat so dire -- and ge...
When my guy and I visit Snooky Park in Lady Lake it's to walk the half-mile path around it, and to enjoy the outdoors. Generally the only people there are walkers like us, either alone or with their pets or babies. Everyone is very quiet, in the same way they are inside a church. The park is named after a local boy who perished on board the Arizona during the attack on Pearl Harbor. He was only 21 years old. In a way that always affects how I am when we visit. Calm, but also contemplative about the nature of life. Ageing is not a privilege that is given to everyone. There's one tree in particular at the park that my guy and I both stand in awe of -- this one. This tree might be as old as our country, and has been through hurricanes, endless summers of sometimes impossibly hot days and nights, and maybe even lightning strikes. It's old and scarred, and definitely stronger than the other, younger trees around it -- not because it's got so much damage. Bec...