Vacation Fun!

Dex and I have received an email from a former "friend" who is now a minister in the Rocky Mountain region.  She wrote about her prayerful consideration of our invitation to participate in vacation fun.  I've been wondering if she ever saw Flicka.

Reverie

This morning's reverie focused me on The Great Spirit of Hospitality.  Ruth

In the weeks that followed, drCCYmom worked with a Georgia family and the OJC  Archives in Colorado.

Fighting The Dragon

Ruby Friends are doing IT and fighting the dragon on Facebook these days.  What does "fighting the dragon" mean?  To most people, including John, it means one thing.  To Ruth it means something specifically different -- history and the green eyed dragon of jealousy.  Using the phrase here in Google's version of the blogger, Mom has discovered something new.  Refer to her post of 29 July 2013.  If you want you may research her history through blogs:

1. http://realizingheaven.blogspot.com/ 
2. http://rememberinghim.blogspot.com/ 
3. http://rainbowwayshipslog.blogspot.com/
4. http://ruth-john.blogspot.com/
5. http://7theavan.blogspot.com/

The Will

Do we have the will to change?  That is the question that has evolved from the terror reported by public media after the 2013 Boston Marathon.  Four of us gathered on Saturday, 20 April, to consider IT.  Ruth shared some new technology with Abba.  As she and Grandad turned onto Hwy 50 toward La Junta, Ruth made a mental note of the change in advertising at the station.  Mom smiled to herself in satisfaction.  She was happy to see that her friend's taco wagon was still serving the community.

The Boy

Mom and Grandad listened to the boy's voice.  "Holy Mackerel!" It reminded them of the movie, "Heaven Knows Mr. Allison," and renewed a conversation.  The conversation had been ongoing with John who arrived minutes later to the Copper Kitchen.

G's Bus

NOTES (Abba's Stories):

1954, Lamar enroute from Ft.Sill to Rocky Ford, we were put off bus because of a strike, the drivers versus Trailways.  Dod Tramain was also put off a bus as he was traveling from Kansas.  We talked a while.  We decided to try walking the remaining 68 miles home.  We were on the bridge west of town when a car stopped.  The driver offered to take us as far as Las Animas.

2013

Dear Tim,

Separating my blogging from your email is probably an exercise in futility, but here goes.  IT is simply what Google gives me today as an opportunity to do.

Mom