Taking Things Too Seriously … a lesson from two little boys

About a week ago, I had the good fortune of having two of our grandsons – ages 6 and 8 – come and stay at our house for a week – for their vacation.

The first day or so, the boys were relatively quiet. They played, watched TV (mostly wrestling), but didn’t say much. We went to several garage sales (with one a buyer and one not); they only complained a little – when it was getting to be time for lunch. They didn’t whine; they didn’t fight.


By day three, however, they were obviously ‘at home away from home.’ They giggled – a lot, and it didn’t take much to set them off. One would burp, which would set the other into hysterics. One would lick the other’s face – again the giggling ensued. One thing was very clear – the boys took absolute delight in the smallest things and in each other.

New lawn shed arrives 061aBecause of their obvious joy, it was pretty hard to be upset with the numerous ‘potions’ they created or the liquid soap in the fountain – especially when the response to “Who did this?” was those little cherub faces saying “not me” but those twinkling eyes saying otherwise. What could I do? I just wanted to giggle, too.

What is there better than experiencing life though the innocence of a child – or, in this case, two children? What can we learn from this special pair? We can learn this — It’s okay not to take things so seriously all the time. After all, life is about giggling.

A very short touching story … about a Vietnam war veteran

Last night we went to the area cemeteries and watered flowers on the graves of family members. As we were leaving Lakeside Cemetery (Spencer Brook Township, Isanti County) we saw this figure of a priest along the road. As I was taking a photo of it, a man and his young children road up on their ATV. He explained that the ‘priest’ was there when he bought the property. It was placed there by the previous owner, a Vietnam war veteran, almost 20 years ago. Sadly, the veteran took his life by burning his house. The man on the ATV told me that he has touched up the ‘priest’ over the years and plans to leave the ‘priest’ there forever … in tribute to the veteran.

Isn’t it interesting how the man on the ATV appeared at just the right time to tell me the veteran’s story.


DIY – Replacing the lawnshed … not as easy as we thought

In keeping with our year-long goal of de-cluttering, we thought we would replace the lawn shed. Nothing to it, right? Remove the old one – have someone bring a new one. Easy … or not. It turns out the easiest part was bringing the new one …

Removing the old shed

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The old metal shed was at least twenty years old. The sides were rusting along the bottom; the roof leaked – a lot. And – over the years — things were simply tossed in the shed. What a mess!  Once we ordered the new shed, we had about three weeks to prepare. Plenty of time or not. First, the job of cleaning the shed out and either finding a spot for it or tossing it. That job took a few days. Next, we had to move the shed. Our brother-in-law got that task. In short order, he jumped on his skidster and the shed was moved and crushed.

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Next, however, we needed to fill to even the site. We had ordered the fill before the shed removal, so the soil was on site. Another job for our brother-in-law.

The New Shed Arrives

Although the fill had been spread, a little more leveling was required so we took a drag and smooth the site. We also realized that the new shed – which is 10 feet by 20 feet — is much taller than the old one. So, the tall pines next to the site had to be trimmed. After a day of trimming, with only one mishap – the ladder tipping and my husband landing on the ground with the ladder, Luckily he didn’t get hurt – he was just covered in dirt!  The site was ready — just in time. The building arrived at 3:30 in the afternoon.

  • The new shed was delivered by one person. It was amazing to watch. Here is the shed sitting on the road at the end of our driveway. New lawn shed arrives 003

The  mover used a dolly to bring the shed down the road and put it in place. Amazingly, it only took an hour to put the shed in place.

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And now, we just have to fill it up!  We are looking forward to have all of the garden and other tools all in one spot. Perhaps we will be able to find things when we need them – instead of going to the store and buying another one.

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Making Connections … the new way

This post is about sharing the positive experiences that I’ve had with Facebook and how those experiences make life a bit better. In most cases, I really didn’t anticipate the results.

Connecting with relatives

As you may know, I am keenly interested in genealogy. I’ve traced a lot of my family history – but, I’m always looking to learn more about my relatives – to fill in the blanks. One of my Facebook  contacts shared a photo from a photographer in Scotland – a laggan-lodge-mull-lochbuie-21photographer who shares an ancestral name on my mother’s side of the family. Knowing we have a Scottish connection, I decided to send the photographer a friend request. I wasn’t sure he would accept but I thought it was worth a try. To my delight, he accepted – and we have more than the name in common. His ancestors came from Lochbuie, the Isle of Mull — and so did mine! I’m not exactly sure how we are related – we have yet to figure that out. But for now, we are Facebook cousins.

Connecting with old friends

Next year brings another class reunion and I am on the committee. We are busily looking for our classmates, In the process, however, I am finding not only classmates, but other friends who were in other grades. Regardless of our life experiences, we Disney-Cartoons-Pooh-Eeyore-and-Friends-Coloring-Pictureshave a common bond that is easily re-established.

Connecting with new friends 

Recently, I posted a question on a site where people post remembrances about the City of Mankato (Minnesota), To my surprise, and delight, many people posted in response. I connected to children of long-ago friends and made several new connections – simply based on conversation on the same topic (in this case, two old race tracks).

Connecting with friends in a special way 

Thirty-five years ago, we lost two daughters – ages 6 and 7. Every year we decorate their graves and the graves of many other relatives. This year I posted photos of many of the graves we decorated and/or visited. For our girls, I tagged our children, just to let them know we had been there. To my surprise, many of the girls’ friends, our friends and others posted remembrances of them. While one never truly gets over such a loss, it certainly made us to feel better to know that others care. Facebook brought that comfort to us.