As I was reading one of my Danielle Steele mysteries I reached a page that reminded me of our daughters and the talks we would have as they grew up. Jim and I agreed that they should be encouraged to talk with either one of us about any subject they wanted to talk about.
In 1945 Vaughn Monroe recorded, Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! It is a song written by lyricist Sammy Cahn and composer Jule Styne and it was written in Hollywood, Calif. during one of the hottest days on record. It became a popular hit, reaching No. 1 on the Billboard music chart the following year.
Jim, my husband, was rummaging around in the kitchen when I called to him asking what he was doing. “Looking for a snack” he responded. He walked around the corner with a big smile on his face, and I knew that I had caught him in the act of nighttime kitchen raiding.
Everyday activities and sounds can seem very strange when you are deep in thought. I was reading the latest book that I picked up at the library when my cell phone rang and made me jump. Although the ring tone is very familiar, hearing it in the quiet of my home while engrossed in my new book was almost alarming.
Owning a small business is a lot of hard work. If the proprietors like what they are doing they will make it seem more like fun than work. In our case, it was a combination of both. We worked hard and had fun doing our work. When Jim, my husband, and I had the doll house and miniature store on Maple Ave.
There are times that we say things and have a nagging afterthought that we either should not have said what we did or we should have chosen our words more carefully. After reading last week’s column, I felt that I was to casual, about the Wounded Warriors and needed to explain more about their injuries.