I Monkey here.
Mama is spinning around like some kind of cyclone, so I decided to snatch her laptop and catch you all up on what’s going on.
(It’s a cinch she won’t because she’s still grousing that she hasn’t written a decent sentence since I Monkey came to live with her. Huh!)
Things could be worse. Suppose your errors were counted and published every day, like those of a baseball player. ~Author unknown
Our symphonic band’s first concert of this year took place over the weekend and despite practicing, despite some of us being involved for four (or more) years, we finally found a way to crash and burn.
It was bound to happen, but it wasn’t pretty.
Let the resurrection joy lift us from loneliness and weakness and despair to strength and beauty and happiness. ~Floyd W. Tomkins, Episcopal American deacon
Time off to celebrate the day
For Easter Alleluias.
And eleventh hour flute practice
For a band concert this week.
I’ll return soon — til then
Happy Easter! Happy Spring!
God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages. ~Jacques Deval, Afin de vivre bel et bien, French playwright
I’ve heard that it’s GOOD luck when a bird poops on you.
Or your car.
Maybe, but I sure didn’t think so a few nights ago.
My car’s rear window
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 