This morning I was looking at the grass in my backyard. It was a little damp and so shiny that it looked like the cellophane Easter grass!

These rings aren't really pink....I had on a red shirt the day I took the photo. I lost the center diamond out of my engagement ring. I was sick about it. I had been potting waterlilies that day and feeding the fish, and I was sure I would never find it. Two months passed. One of my junking friends called to see if I wanted to go to some yard sales and thrift shops. I always carry a clutch type wallet. Never a purse. I looked in my wallet to see how much cash I had. In the place for the bills, was my diamond. Mind you, I had carried it everywhere, but it hadn't fallen out. I was so happy, and I got the rings repaired. Jody was captain on a tow boat at the time, gone for 2 weeks at a time. He hired a guy to help me while he was gone....who turned out to be a crack addict. I broke my wrist, took the rings off and put them in a baggie in a glass candy jar in a corner cabinet. I was house sitting for a friend, spending nights at her house. I came home one morning, and the door was open to my hous. All doors open. Even refrigerator. All drawers pulled out. I immediately went to the cupboard and my rings were gone. For 18 months, I went to pawn shops, talked to people that might know drug dealers....trying to find them. No luck. I gave up. One day I looked in a covered vegetable dish that was in the corner cabinet. I had a habit of putting little things in covered dishes. Things I collect like an old button or marbles. I looked to see if I had put anything in there. I hadn't, but it had a domed lid and when I lifted the lid, I saw a baggie crammed in the corner behind it. In the baggie were my rings. I had kept some lose change in that candy jar. No more than $5. The thief had taken that, but in his haste, he didn't see anything in the baggie....the rings were small...size 4 1/2....and he only had the light from the fridge to go by...so he hadn't seen the rings in the baggie in the jar!

Years ago, when my eldest was still little and my youngest not yet born, I was in Sydney on business when I saw this in a shop window as I was walking back to my hotel from a dinner. I ran in between meetings the next day to buy him and have him shipped home. Sometime after I left the shop, someone tied a handwritten manila tag on his leg. It didn't say "sold" or "Mtnrdredux" or anything you might expect. It said "this horse is going to New York" ... as if he were going on a trip! I loved the tag and kept it on him, until one day a helpful cleaning person snipped it off and threw it out. 😞 The whole family loves him. My SS has twins now, and we look forward to them using it when they visit!

Don't touch my whites. Last gorgeous day before a number of days of rain. I love the clothesline. Last week one line broke and my sheets were on the ground. I told my Landlord and they came over the weekend and replaced all 5 lines. They know I use the line all the time. I have terrific landlords!