The last pan of pumpkin bars. Baked, frosted and quickly disappearing to customers who know they’ll never get another one.
Out of: Turkey. Tuna. Salsa. White bread. Link sausage.
Gas. Energy. Inspiration.
Oh, and we have reservations for a full restaurant tomorrow. Mothers’ Day. Our last hurrah.
Hurrah? Right now, I can hardly squeak and wave a finger.
Think good thoughts for me.
Until tomorrow, around 3:00 pm.
NaBloPoMo 2024 - day 17
1 week ago
Many many good thoughts, good wishes, and good prayers.
ReplyDeleteYes, many good thoughts for you. If I lived closer I'd head over around 3pm with a bottle of champagne - to celebrate your final Sunday at the restaurant and my first at this church...beginnings and endings...the circle of life.
ReplyDeleteTerri--absolutely. "The seasons, they go round and round, and the painted ponies go up and down..."
ReplyDeleteBest wishes at your new place!
Sending you good thoughts and a {{{{BIG HUG}}}}.
ReplyDeleteWell, I can send airy candles and otherworldly primroses your way but, somehow I don't think that'll work for bubbly. ;-)
ReplyDeleteBig hugs, shoulders when needed and we'll be thinking about you tomorrow. Not an ending, a beginning. When you finally come up for air.
oh gosh, my morning ended and I came home and took a two hour nap. Now I am thinking of you as you head into your final couple of hours...and hoping you get a good rest tonight!
ReplyDeleteTerri--I think a two DAY nap might just about do me... :z
ReplyDeleteYou've made it - head still attached and heart open to yourself. Take a minute to breathe and begin to feel the peacefullness fill your soul. ...and breathe, go outside, and breathe... look up and soar with the wind, and breathe...
ReplyDeleteCharlene--That is SO my plan for today...! :)
ReplyDeleteEager to hear your reflections - when you're ready.
ReplyDeleteOh - that was Robin. Apparently I'm signed in as my daughter!
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