It’s a winter morning outside my windows, although not as cold as they’ve been. I am grateful to be inside where it’s warm and dry. It seems to be a good time to Share my World, one more time.
Did you have to help out with chores when you were growing up? If so, what were you assigned to do? Yes, definitely. My job was doing dishes back in the day when dishwashers either didn’t exist or at least never existed where we lived. For awhile, I also took on the chore of mopping the kitchen floor after I did dishes – must have had some kind of sickness going on then. I sang stories to myself as I worked – I wonder now if my parents listened or just blocked my voice.
Have you ever researched your family tree? What do you know about your family’s roots? I did a little research when I was putting together a photo book for my kids of their family history – at least on my side of the family. I know both sets of my grandparents were from large families – my mother’s mother came from Belgium, her father from Russia. My father’s parents both migrated from Norway. My heritage is pretty clear cut, although Ancestry might tell me otherwise if I asked.
What’s your cure for hiccups? I haven’t had the hiccups in a very long time – hopefully I didn’t just curse that. I think I usually wait, not very patiently, for them to go away.
What makes you roll your eyes every time you hear it? Either figuratively or literally? Nowadays? Whenever the illustrious not-so-bright faux leader of this country opens his mouth, my eyes tend to roll. Perhaps that’s an extension of when people I know attribute themseselves with a quality I do not see, my eyes want to roll but I work at restraining them. Sometimes when I think of something that came out of my mouth at an inopportune time, my eyes also roll.
Share a gratitude or positive moment or experience from 2019 so far. It doesn’t take much for me to be grateful. The fact that I have woken up every morning of 2019 makes me grateful. I am grateful for the little changes in my home my son and daughter helped me with before Christmas – little changes can make a big difference. Sometimes those little changes awaken a whole new perspective or feeling.
Mother Nature spent a day decorating the pine trees outside my windows this past weekend. Winter beauty (even if I do prefer spring beauty).
And there are the little spots of light that also warm my heart