Saturday, May 30, 2009

A Saturday to Myself

I'm alone - all day - just me and Daisy and Lucy and Simon. Well, I guess I'm not really alone as they're all a lot of companionship. I'm certainly not complaining, mind you. I truly enjoy having a day all to myself on occasion. It's just nice not to have a schedule to adhere to (not that I do anyway, but you know what I mean).

Ole took off on his Harley this morning, along with a friend, to ride the MDA Benefit run. That's the Muscular Dystrophy Association sponsored ride. So he'll probably be gone till later afternoon. I could have, probably should have gone as I haven't been out on the bike yet this year and I need to start developing those butt calluses for our bike trip this summer. We usually leave here about mid-July, head west into the mountains of Montana, Idaho and Wyoming and end up in the Black Hills of South Dakota for the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. Yes, friends, I'm a Biker Babe, Motorcycle Mama, or whatever you want to call me. Boy, is that a joke - at my age I'm just glad I can still hang on well enough not to fall off!!

Anyway - I've been catching up on blogs this morning. I've been a wee bit lax in that department lately. It just seems that there's been so much to do and that includes working on the computer. I think I've told you that I've become the webmaster for our church's web site and that has been to this point a very time consuming job. But I truly enjoy it with the exception that it's sometimes difficult to get the correct information that I need from the people who have it. That's another whole story I could/should write about some day.

Anyway, as I said, I've been catching up on some blogs and many of you have written about all the flags in the cemeteries on Memorial Day. I know it's a bit late, but I'd like to share with you a video that I put together for our web site. I, too, was amazed at all the flags that flew that weekend. I had no idea that there were that many veterans buried in our cemetery, most of them WWII, but a few from WWI. I just can't imagine the horrible things they saw and the terror that must have been going through their minds. Our pastor is an ex-Marine. He didn't go into the ministry until he was 38 years old - he's 44 now - so lots of this is still fresh in his mind also. He gave a wonderful, very moving memorial that day in the cemetery. Ole, being a veteran of the Vietnam War, had a difficult time not letting a tear slip down his cheek, as did many of the other veterans that attended.

Hope you didn't get too bored.

Love Lena