Oh, it felt so good outside this morning.  It was 64 degrees.  My DS#2, who runs cross country, should enjoy his 6:30am run this morning.  It feels really good.  Fall is my favorite time of the year.  The cool is so refreshing after the Texas heat of July and August.  This morning was a blessing to my spirit.

Why was I outside so early this morning?  Well, little Miss Lily Mae is quite the prima donna, and doesn't like to walk outside when it is wet, so I had to carry her outside when I got up.

My washer has been broken for over a week.  I've become a fixture at the neighborhood washateria.  The repairman is to come first thing this morning to fix it.  Yippee!  My washer is old and worn out.  We're having to repair it about every 3 or 4 months, and this current problem was fixed back in February.  DH will not even discuss getting a new one.  Oh well, as long as it gets fixed today, I'll be a happy woman!

Today's job is the pears.  I gave away some yesterday, but still have a lot.  I'm going to take some to Miss Ruby, an elderly lady at my church who is just a sweetheart.  She'll want me to stay and visit when I take them to her, so I'll block out some time this afternoon for to call on her. 

I just really like older ladies.  I always have, since I was a child.  I always liked to speak to the older ladies at church when I was a child.  There was Miss Anna, who to me was 100 years old (not literally) and lived in a shack, but she always had a kind word for me.  Her little shack was so dark and was heated by a warm morning wood stove.  She liked to quilt.  Every young lady in the church got a quilt top when they got married.  I so looked forward to getting a quilt top from Miss Anna when I married, but she had gone to heaven by then.  Some of my fondest memories are of me and my friend Malinda baking Christmas cookies and delivering them to the older ladies in our church and we sand Christmas carols to them while we were there.  Then there was Miss Flossie.  Everyone loved Miss Flossie.  No Sunday was complete without a hug from Miss Flossie.  There was Mrs. Steelman who was always graceful and dressed meticulously.  She always joyfully welcomed our Christmas cookies and singing.  There was my neighbor, Mrs. Bledsoe.  She had quite the social life, and I loved seeing her sparkly dresses.  I was always welcome in her home, and went and "hung out" there frequently.  Mrs. Bledsoe was very thin, and she always talked about wearing her "falsies" with her evening dresses.  I always thought that was funny.  It took me a while to figure out what "falsies" were.  Mrs. Bledsoe always had a tea cart in her living room with a silver tea service on it.  I thought it was the most elegant thing I'd ever seen.

I hope that I can be as graceful and loving in my advancing years as these ladies were to me.

Blessings to you,

Karmann