Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Anne, I'm totally listening to everything you are telling me, but I think Mom is burning down the house, so hold on, I need to check on something...
Posted by JPG at 6:58 PM
When the snow comes to cover the ground,
It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day,
I wait for it all .
The river is frozen out past the docks, very unusual.
While I know that everyone north of the Mason Dixon line is thoroughly sick of snow at this point, I am so happy to see it here in Virginia. No work for either of us today and no school for this bunch.
The pleasant little canals in the park are frozen.
Today was the perfect day to try Starbucks brand new Tiramisu Latte. Just as the song says,after all, its IS a whipped cream day!
Mark Twain once joked that the "reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated." Gabby can say the same thing. When a madman opened fire on her Arizona constituent meeting, NBC News sadly reported her death.
But, you see, they didn't know much about about the heart and spirit of this truly valiant woman. Look at this face, because it is the face of true courage under fire.
Gabby continues to face recovery from a traumatic brain injury four years after that terrible day with courage, style, and a sense of humor. Here she is with a music therapist. Researchers have discovered that when speech is affected due to a stroke or other causes, the part of the brain that can sing or remember lyrics remains unaffected. As the Bible says, we are fearfully and wonderfully made.
The sun will come out tomorrow, Gabby, bet your bottom dollar. May God constantly bless you, Jewish daughter of the King, apple of His eye. Thou o Lord, are a shield about her, You're her glory and the Lifter of her head. You go, girl!