The Good Life

This is where we have been staying for the last 4 weeks. Gary had another class with the Post Office in Norman, Oklahoma, and being the good wife that I am I went along with him. It's not a bad deal really. I take my sewing machine and I have lots of time to get some more quilts made. We stay in a facility run by Marriott Hotel. I don't have to cook as there is a full cafeteria down stairs, and the maid comes in to make the bed. This is the good life, even if the room is a bit small.
Here we are with the t shirts that we earned while participating in Fitness classes that the hotel offers. On the weekends we have lots of free time to explore. This time we went to Canton, Texas to experience the biggest flea market I have ever seen. We also saw Woolaroc, the vacation home of Frank Phillips in the hills of Oklahoma. (as in Phillips 66 oil)
And now it is time to go home. The good life is fun for a while, but too much of a good thing is just that - too much. I am ready to be in my own bed, have room to spread out, and get back to a regular routine. That is until August when we will be back for another 2 week class.

Birthday Protest

In March I celebrated my 60th birthday. This is a birthday that I had been dreading, I thought 60 is so old. My sister Margaret and her husband Bob came out to help celebrate. Little did I know that she and my husband and 3 kids were planning a surprise party for me. We were driving down our street and I couldn't figure out who all those people were in front of our home. We were having road work done on our street and I thought what a lot of workers. Then one by one I began to recognize the "road workers". They were family and friends ready to help me celebrate turning 60. As I got out of the car I began to see many familiar faces, although I had overlooked one in particular. Up came Becca who had flown in from California the day before. Of course as an old lady now I started cyring tears of surprise and joy. Once inside I found out they had everything set up for a 60's theme party, with lava lamps, peace signs and hippies.
I really felt so special with all of the work that had been done. My sister made me a quilt with old family pictures , and she also organized a quilt with squares made from friends and family.
It did my heart good to see our grown children get together and carry off such a big gathering.
I want to thank them for all the work they did. It made me feel very special on a day that I was dreading.
So I guess the question still is, "Is 60 old?" I know it is all relative. I've never been one to hide my age. I figured that lying about my age was saying to God that He didn't know what he was doing. In Psalm 139: 13-16, it says that all my days were ordained before one of them came to be. God planned for me to be born in March 1948. And yes some days I do feel "old", but that is the phase of life that I am in now. I want now to figure out what God wants me to do with the rest of my life.