in my little corner of the world.
I guess the nut jobs were congregated in Charlottesville, busy with beating each other to a pulp and doing their best to run over as many as possible with a car. Didn't seem to slow Chicago down much, what with 5 dead and 22 injured in shootings over the weekend.
But in my world, laundry was caught up, floors were mopped and scalloped potatoes and ham were consumed.
The politicians are trying every way possible to blame each other for the grievance of the day. I don't pay attention to them any more. World leaders are rattling sabers and making not so veiled threats to one another.
But in my world, brownies were baked and grandchildren were properly hugged and the words, "I love you, Grandma" were heard.
The headlines still scream gloom and doom. Nearly every crime and perversion is touted in bold type. And nothing changes.
But in my world, raspberry pancakes from a mix given me by my grands (along with a jug of real maple syrup) made a memorable breakfast this morning.
Often I find myself wishing I had exciting things to write about like so many other bloggers do. And then I take a look at the world around me and quickly decide that I am perfectly content with my life here at my little apartment. Nobody tries to shoot me. Nobody tries to run over me. I get to see my youngest son and his family when they stop in after a day at the local arboretum. I get to spend time with my oldest son at least twice a week. My daughters are close by as are the rest of my grands.
I get to do what I want when I want, which usually includes a damn good cup of coffee and a mystery book. Or time spent doing things that make me happy like sewing or crocheting. Or canning and dehydrating.
I will take this less than exciting life any day of the week. :)
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