273 / 365 A Garden View

I have a small flower garden planted out back for H’s mom, filled with some of her favorite blossoms.  It grows just outside her back porch, and she likes to keep a chair on the pathway so she can enjoy it up close. As you can see, it’s still quite colorful even though it’s almost October.  I saw her out there this afternoon catching some rays. 

272 / 365 A Room Without a View

The church is getting a new roof.  As part of this work, two of our outside AC units had to be relocated temporarily…  and as a result, the office hasn’t had air conditioning for the past three days.  To help ease the heat, we took the unusual step of opening our windows, which have security bars and face a brick wall.  C, our Thursday volunteer, leaned over the copier machine, grabbed the rails, and exclaimed, This must be what it feels like to be in prison.  I’m thinking of wearing stripes next week.

271 / 365 My Kind of Surprise

I never know what to expect when I arrive at work each morning… the possibilities (both good and bad) are endless.  Today, however, I was delighted to find this latté waiting for me on my desk, compliments of my workmate P.  It was the perfect way to begin a Wednesday.

270 / 365 The Silence of the Fax

The changeover to our new communications provider, which caused much heartburn last week, continues to be a challenge.  The issue today was that our fax machine was not receiving any calls.  We were dismayed to discover that the only way H could successfully send us a test fax (pictured above) was to send it to the elevator phone line.  At least the fax made me smile.

269 / 365 The Tiny Sentinel

While H and I enjoyed our dinner on the porch, we were entertained by this feisty little fellow as he defended his own feeding station.

268 / 365 End of the Day

H and I have enjoyed a very quiet and peaceful day here at home.  We spent late afternoon sitting on the porch reading the papers and watching the birds.  The last of the sunlight is beautiful fading through the trees.  The birdfeeder looks like a beacon signaling final call for dinner.

267 / 365 A Happy Face

I laughed when I passed a Mister Sparky utility truck today because it reminded me of an interesting conversation H had with his mom M on their way to a doctor visit last week.  Cruising down I-75, they spotted a Mister Sparky vehicle.  H jokingly observed that Mister Sparky always looks happy.  M thought for a moment and then replied, I don’t think Mister Sparky is a real  person.  As he tried to determine if his mom was serious, H added that he didn’t think Mr. Plumber was real either.