The back right panel of my car is duct taped together. I'm at the point where I don't think it looks that bad, to be honest with you. My maternal grandfather would not have been able to sleep at night if his car, house, shed or any tool in his possession had been duct taped together. I have transcended that genetic marker. We are hanging on with the help of duct tape, and proud of it. By the way, I knocked that panel off when I hit a fire hydrant...those things move quickly:)
Today is Memorial day. The banner across my living room table reads "Happy New Year" where it has peacefully fluttered since December 31st. I noticed that it was still up this week-end. I quickly checked to make sure the Christmas tree wasn't in the corner, as well. I decided I could take it down, or blog about it.
This is my son, buried under meditation pillows. We are in the upstairs chapel at church, waiting to ring the church bells after the memorial day service ends. It is a painful ritual, waiting for about 40 minutes to ring the bells but they found a way to stay calm:)
A friend said to me this week-end "this is the good stuff" as we were watching our children ride their bikes around a cul-de-sac. I have felt the weight of this year drop off a bit this week-end as I spent time with my dear ones. I truly hope you experienced the same.