Ann and I walked this morning. We've been rather consistent - walking at 5:45 in her neighborhood - so many good, steep hills.
Our conversation went to how the days speed past us. Time speeds by. Each individual day is very present and then it's a vapor. The days are lost in my memory.
Already my oldest grandchild is seven. Ellie's birthday was yesterday. For that reason Laura Beth is traveling to Scottsboro today with John and Ada. Ada is invited to a very small sleepover on Friday night at Ellie's house. Ellie will have 3 young guests - 3 little girls. Charlie and I will have Luke, Andrew and John spend the night with us on Friday night. Looks like we'll have our own spend the night party.
This picture was taken yesterday at my house.
Ann with her girls, Ellie (7) and Abigail (10 mo.)
Speaking of time going by so fast,
I've been going through old photos that Charlie brought back from his mother's house
when they moved her from Pensacola to Atlanta.
I ran across these pictures taken of our house in November 1994,
after we had moved in during the month of August 1994.
That was 18 years ago.
Look at how bare everything was.
So I went outside yesterday to take pictures of our house right now.
What a different 18 years of growth makes.
Just needed to put up a new post.
I have lots of projects to work on.
I moved them all to my back porch on Monday
to get them out of my garage and right where I'll be reminded to get them done.
It all involves stripping and priming and painting.
I love projects, now that it's warm outside.