Autumn

Dear Friends,

This week has been .... let's just say I'm ready for next week.

Dave has had a cold all week and he's been quieter than usual. But the odd thing is, he's talking more than I am. I don't know if I'm (a) sick, (b) depressed, (c) exhausted, or (d) all of the above. My spirit wants to work, but my body refuses to get out of the chair. I go to work, come home, nap, go to bed. Yes, I know...I owe everyone a phone call..or two.

Thank goodness for Sheri! Mom was upset because she hates being old. I was frustrated because I spend lunch hours running errands for her, I get her hair done, her nails, take her to dinner, and spend Saturday and Sunday with her and I can't make her happy.

Sheri called to check on Mom and drove up the next day to spend it with Mom. Sheri, who is 8 months pregnant, said Mom was walking faster than she was...I'll attach a photo. She got her nails done, had lunch and shopped for fall clothes--Mom is convinced all her clothes came over on the Mayflower. (We did the same thing this summer. Mom bought a new wardrobe for Hawaii, and then this summer was upset because her clothes were so old.)

Mom is at the age she can do little. Traveling and shopping were two things that made her forget she's old. She isn't in the mood to travel, so it's down to shopping. Sheri said Mom told her she felt like that movie where the man give her money and she shops and shops and shops. (Pretty Woman). After shopping I met them for supper, and Mom was wearing one of her new outfits. She was a happy lady!!!

I called her doctor and told them how frustrated and unhappy she is. She even cried one day because it takes her so long to get dressed. He changed her happy pill and she started on the new one last night...wish us luck!

Good news: I love this time of year! Dave and I met the last weekend of September, and he proposed six dates later. The smell of autumn makes me smile. We are blessed...but it wasn't an accident. Most of you probably know this story, but I'm in the mood for something happy, so I'll tell it again.

When I was growing up, I noticed after all the husbands went to work, our neighbors would meet for coffee and I remember them laughing and chatting away. But in the evening when the husbands came home, everyone's house got quiet. Mom and dad didn't argue, but I didn't see the happiness I saw on 1960 movies. So I prayed, and prayed, and prayed for years that God would find me the right husband and he would be my best friend.

A friend and I had an apartment and her boyfriend was coming down from Ft. Meade Maryland to see her. Pat didn't have a ride back to base, so his friend, Dave, was going to drive down and get him. I arrived home from work to find this curly haired Polish guy in my living room. We knew on the second date we were getting married, but on the sixth date, he proposed AND HAD MY RINGS IN HIS POCKET! Yes, I certainly do love autumn...and Dave. God not only found him for me, he delivered him to my living room!

David says we must die on the same day, because he's not getting stuck with one of us, without the other.

Gonna go get Mom for hair and lunch...have a nice Saturday. I'll add some photos for you later this weekend...if I have time between napping and looking out the window. .

Love,
Marsha