When you argue with your phone……

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Last week, Alan and I enjoyed a wonderful vacation in South Carolina. Visiting with son and daughter-in-love always makes us happy.  A baby shower for the first grand baby due in August, an evening of winning a trivia game at a local eatery, sharing meals, conversation and making memories are all part of our family time.

The day arrived for us to leave and head for home in Virginia. We wanted to stay longer and would if we could. Life and job awaited at home. Packing the suitcases, filling the tank with gas and saying our goodbyes signaled we were on the way home.

Last November, our son suggested I purchase a new phone. A great idea since we were still using the old flip phones. The thought of fun activities and ways we could use the new phone was exciting. Maps, tracking exercise, and texting, which is definitely new for Alan and me, brought anticipation of new adventures to come.

So instead of printing out the directions for home as usual, I decided to ask the phone for directions. Easy, right?

We had stopped along the way to attend an author presentation. Great event. Just needed to take a different way home. No problem.

Well…. everything was going well. The roads were great until we were directed to leave the four lane highway and take the two lane highway. No problem.

The next instructions guided us from a two lane highway to a small road with no lines in the middle. Hmmm…. interesting. The only things visible in the area were tobacco fields and lots of cornfields. No highway signs, no street signs…..

Wait… a sign!!!!! Not a sign for directions. This was a sign with a drawing of a COW on it!!! A cow crossing sign!!!!

Thoughts raced in my head… What happens if we break down? Who would find us? There are not any houses nearby.  If we call for help, how could we describe our location? Would we say, “We’re the couple next to the “Cow Crossing” sign?”

As I started to argue with the phone, I repeated our destination address. Maybe the phone would provide us another route home, a more inhabited area so I wouldn’t feel so lost.

I realized there was no winning an argument with the phone when the voice kept telling us to “Make a U turn” and we were on a straight and narrow road. Feeling the back of the phone, I noticed warmth and decided to turn off the phone and resort to relying on the good old paper map. Thank goodness for visitor centers with free maps.

No arguing with the phone would result in a new direction home. Silly Mimi.

So next time we take a trip to unknown territory, I will make sure a paper map is in the car and yes, I will take the new phone. I just hope I don’t have to argue with the phone again. 🙂

Do you use the direction finder on your phone? Have you argued with your phone?

Even when we feel lost God is always with us. Rely on Him.

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

Finches try to take over…..

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A beautiful day in Virginia. Sunshine, a slight breeze and comfortable temperatures. Our hummingbird feeder is ready for those cute little hummingbirds. The waiting game begins…. I peer outside like a child waiting for something spectacular to occur. My nose is sometimes pressed against the window and my breath makes fog appear on the window. Anticipating seeing my first hummingbird has filled my heart with excitement.

Then….. I notice… not hummingbirds. Someone else is drinking from the feeder and they have brought their family. Purple finches. Not one, but four purple finches. They are teaching the babies to drink from our hummingbird feeder. What? Those finches are trying to take over.

Quickly I open the back door to scare the finches away. That tactic only works for a few minutes. The purple finches are not afraid of me at all. They fly away and then return for more sugar water in the feeder.

How many times can I open and close the back door to try to show them the hummingbird feeder is for hummingbirds not finches?

Just as my patience begins to wear thin and the finches have flown away, I look outside and there, to my amazement, is a hummingbird. Not afraid of finches, this ruby throated hummingbird is there to stake claim to the feeder.

Sharing the feeder….. very special.

What would the world look like if we all would share our blessings with others? 🙂

Today and everyday, look around and see the blessings God provides.

Have a wonderful day,
Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

Talking to my pink umbrella….

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Rain has poured down for many days. Rain and wind. The saying “April showers bring May flowers” may be true.

The sound of the letter carrier’s truck alerted me to mail being delivered. Putting on my rain jacket and grabbing my cute pink umbrella, I headed for the cluster mailbox. As I opened the front door, a gust of wind almost blew me back into the house. WOW!! What a day!

Knowing wind and umbrellas don’t really go together, I decided to be brave and “chance it” by positioning my cute pink umbrella so the wind would not rip it apart.

Well… so much for that idea! The wind whipped around me and my cute pink umbrella and turned us around in mid step. Whoosh!

I found myself talking to the umbrella. “No, no, no you don’t. Don’t flip backwards and poke me. Stay strong cute pink umbrella! I don’t want to have to buy another one. This wind will not get the best of us.”

Looking around, I wondered if anyone heard me talking to my umbrella. No one was outside. Just me, the wind and my cute pink umbrella. I don’t mind if someone heard me talking. My neighbors know I talk to myself and yes, I even answer myself. Although in all the wind no one could hear me anyway. 🙂

Just me and my cute pink umbrella and our little conversation. Yes, the wind cooperated with us and the umbrella is safe. 🙂

That umbrella protected me from rain and wind just as God protects us from storms in life. Do you have an umbrella? Do you carry it outside in the wind?

Have a blessed day,
Mimi

Strange sounds on my desk…

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For the past week I have been sick with sinus stuff and sore throat. My regular schedule of walking outside has been put on hold. That is how I became sick in the first place, by taking my walks while all the pollen was bursting forth with it’s new life. Enjoying the warmer weather will have to wait for now.

I recently purchased one of those cool gadgets to wear on my wrist all day and night. The gadget tells me how many steps I have taken and there is even a setting that alerts me to get up and move. I like that setting!

Since I’ve been sick the cool new gadget has been sitting on my desk looking lonely.  I decided not to wear it for a few days since I would not be doing much walking.

While reading emails and looking at websites, etc, I noticed a strange sound coming from my computer for a few days. Each time the computer made a “buzzing” sound, I jumped. I started thinking I was going to have to contact our son and give him details. He knows all things computer related.

Just about the time I decided to get help with this strange sound, I looked down and there sat my “cool new wrist gadget” buzzing and lights blinking on and off. Silly Mimi!!!!! Those strange sounds aren’t coming from the computer. Those strange sounds are from my new gadget alerting me that I need to move. 🙂

You see, I forgot to turn off notifications so the “need to move” setting is still on. 🙂

Now that I realize what has happened, I decided to put the thing back on my wrist and walk inside my house, up and down the stairs. I won’t let that thing buzz me again. I will stay ahead of the notifications. At least, that is my plan….. heehee

Have a blessed day! Get up and move… or you might receive a notification. Ah…technology.

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

Azaleas, tulips, daffodils and more…

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Achoo!!! Achoo!!!! Just a moment. Here comes another one!! Achoo!!!!

Yes, the time of year has arrived when pollen is covering the cars, window screens and deck furniture. There is a foggy mist of yellow floating in the air. Spring is full of new life.

Azaleas begin to burst open with bright colors of red, purple and pink. Tulips are standing tall side by side each morning waiting to open and share their beautiful colors. Yellow daffodils pop up in flower beds and beckon to be picked to adorn a glass vase.

Wonderful signs of life and changing seasons. Thank You Lord.

Have you taken a walk lately? What change of season wonders have you noticed? I love the flowers. Such beauty.

Then, of course, this means the lizards are back climbing up and down the bricks on the front of the house and jaunting here and there on the back deck.  Sorry, but I don’t care for lizards. Maybe one day I won’t dislike them so much.

Achoo!!! Achoo!!! A few more sneezes. I hope I don’t accidentally wash any tissues in the washing machine. That makes a mess. Oh, well…. “It’s Always A Story With The Henderson’s”.

Blessings, Spring flowers and giggles,
Mimi

Writing woes and wonders…

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Hello,

Yes, I am continuing to write my first Christian fiction novel. There is so much to learn while trying to complete this story.  Questions keep filling my thoughts. Should I have an agent? Should I indie publish or try the traditional publishing route? What if my story isn’t good enough? What if no one likes the story? What if? What if? What if?

Then… I remember. PRAY before writing. PRAY for guidance. PRAY for wisdom. A simple prayer asking God for wisdom, discernment and revelation as to what I should write. My husband suggests that I complete the story and then we can concentrate on how to get published.

Peace and comfort come over me when I turn this “writing” over to God. He has a plan.

Thank you to everyone who gives me encouraging words and prayers.

I’ll keep you in the loop as I travel this writing road… and yes, there have been many funny happenings  in the life of the Henderson family.  “It’s Always A Story with The Henderson’s”.

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

Log trucks and porta-pottys

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Many changes are happening in our neighborhood. The local grocery store is busy every day of the week, more vehicles traveling the streets, more people walking their dogs, more new neighbors. I remind myself change can be a good thing.

We knew change was coming because the first sign of new construction is when a truck delivers the porta-pottys. Funny how I always notice the porta-pottys sitting alongside the construction area. Not sure what makes my eyes direct that way each time. Maybe it’s the bright blue or maybe because they always seem to be leaning and I worry about whoever goes inside. 🙂

Our little part of the county is changing big time. Roads are being extended beyond their current path. Log trucks filled with trees that have been cut down to make way for the new roads slowly creep along the street in front of our home. Those trucks seem to moan with each load. Wonder the age of those cut trees? Do the rings truly show the age of a tree?

My husband worries about the animals who have lost their environment due to the clearing of the forest. Even the sounds in the neighborhood are different. Where the sound was once quiet now there are saws, bulldozers, clearing equipment and log trucks.

More homes being built. More people moving into this neighborhood. How will the new neighbors be greeted? With friendliness? Will they be ignored just because they are new? I hope not. We were once the new people in the area and were welcomed with genuine friendliness.

Change in the neighborhood brings more opportunity to show God’s love. Extend a hand to a stranger, give a smile and a “Welcome”, share some local activities with the new folks and yes, pray for them.

Change can be a good thing even if it involves log trucks and porta-pottys. 🙂

Has your neighborhood experienced changes? How have the people dealt with those changes? Look around your area and see how you can show God’s love to others.

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

 

Does Stanley have a concussion?

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My family enjoys bird watching. Right now, we have a suet feeder hanging on the back porch deck. The morning chirps give the signal of birds arriving and enjoying the food. Bluebirds, cardinals, juncos, doves, brown thrashers, wrens, warblers and many other birds visit the feeder.

There is also a squirrel who has decided the suet feeder is for him, too. He (I am assuming the squirrel is a male) runs across the back field, jumps up a hill, reaches our house and scales the wood deck like a super hero. Stretching his long body from porch railing to the pole holding the feeder, the squirrel picks at the suet. Little birds sit on fence posts and watch. He is in charge for the moment.

Recently, the suet feeder was empty. The birds flew up to the feeder and then, back to the forest, with empty stomachs.

I saw the squirrel approaching the back porch. Alan suggested throwing some old peanuts outside for the hungry fella. So, I opened the door and threw out some treats. As soon as the peanuts hit the porch, that squirrel jumped on them. The excitement!!

Alan decided we needed to give the squirrel a name. His name would be Stanley Squirrel. Good name. Cute name.

The next day Stanley showed up at the back door but all the peanuts were gone.  Alan suggested giving him some old crackers. Sounded like a good idea.

Stanley was there on the porch looking for food. As I opened the door to say, “Stanley, I don’t have any more peanuts. Here is a cracker.”, that squirrel raced for the back door like he was coming inside the house.

Quickly, I slammed the back door hard enough to make the walls shake, afraid that he would come in the house. Stanley stood on the back porch welcome mat looking in the window. He seemed confused. Probably thinking “Crazy lady.”

With my nerves calmed, it was time to throw out a cracker. Noticing Stanley was not close by, I slowly opened the door and peeked out. Stanley came running. I broke apart a cracker and threw it, hoping to land the cracker on the grass in the yard.

The cracker hit Stanley in the head. OH, NO!!! What did I do?  Stanley appeared dazed for a few seconds. I worried and then, all of a sudden, he looked at the cracker, picked it up and headed for the forest behind our house. As I called Alan at work to give him the details of my morning adventure, he asked, “Do you think Stanley has a concussion?”

My goodness!!!! No Stanley does not have a concussion. He is fine and has returned for more treats. 🙂

It’s Always A Story With The Henderson’s.

Do you ever feed the birds and squirrels? God gives us nature to enjoy and also, gives us plenty to laugh about. Have fun today! Share your animal stories.

Blessings,
Mimi

Mama’s Tissues

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An awful head cold has attached itself to me this week. I usually deal with sinus infections, however this time, just a plain old fashioned head cold. Congestion one minute, runny nose the next minute, ear ache and sore throat. No fun being sick.

Luckily, due to my love of coupons, there are boxes and boxes of tissues stacked up in the closet. Great deals can’t be passed on and head colds and stuffy/runny noses can happen at any time. Yes, I am that person who buys tissues while we are healthy.

As I have carried a box of tissues around the house all week, day and night, I remembered something very special. Amazing how something as simple as tissues can cause a fond memory.

Under the long sleeved shirt my Mama would wear, she delicately tucked two or three neatly folded tissues next to her soft wrists. She always had a tissue, just in case. I think about the last years of her life, sitting in a wheelchair, and laying the tissues on her lap. She folded them to have perfect creases and tucked them under her sleeve.

Is that the real reason  I buy so many tissues? Special memories of my Mama. She went to Heaven on February 5, 2013, one week before her 92nd birthday. Mama and Daddy gave me a wonderful, blessed life and I miss them both dearly.

A smile comes across my face every time I see a box of tissues and I think of Mama. Thank you God for special memories.

Blessings,
Mimi

 

A blueberry giggle….

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Some days the Lord gives me the silliest experiences. He knows how much I love to laugh, and He sends me plenty of reasons to laugh out loud.

Yesterday, after purchasing blueberries, bringing them home, rinsing them under cool water and preparing to pat dry them with a paper towel, I decided to taste one or two of the delicious fruit. The sweet taste of a good plump blueberry was more than I could resist.

Ahh…. picking up a couple of berries and preparing to pop them in my mouth, all of a sudden, one of those cute little blueberries jumped right out of my hand and went flying through the air. OH, NO!!! Where did it go?

“Nobody move!” I shouted as I stood spread eagle in a secret agent position (or what I think that might look like) by the kitchen counter. There was just my hubby and me in the house and he wasn’t even in the kitchen. I wonder who was listening to my bold orders.   Knowing that if my feet moved, I might actually step on the blueberry and squish it, making the bottom of my shoes blue and possibly staining the floor.

Oh, the dilemma. Whatever shall happen? Where did that little berry land? Our kitchen is small so it could not have traveled far.

Slowly, inch by inch, I crept and ALL OF A SUDDEN….

The lonely blueberry fell out of the vest I was wearing over my turtleneck sweater. Evidently it had traveled a path down inside my vest and when I stood straight up, the berry escaped.

Crisis averted. No stain on the shoes, floor, or my shirt. I am a happy lady.

Thank you Lord, for giving me the giggles every day. Have you laughed today?

Blessings, giggles and love,
Mimi