. . . I've been told that I write novels for email messages. Perhaps this is the way to go. I'll try to make each entry, or Gemstone, a "precious" one. On mediocre days, all I might be able to produce is a "semi-precious" entry. In any case, an entry might be a "neat" Gemstone--something that is uniquely mine.

Monday, August 30, 2010

One Year Older

Today I turned 43. It's too bad that the birthday fairy doesn't hand out "Do-overs" for the previous year because I sure would like one! Anyway, it was a wonderful birthday with a delicious steak dinner complete with mashed potatoes and gravy and rice pilaf. For dessert, my German chocolate birthday cake. It turned out wonderful! I was spoiled by my family yet again.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Just a Thought....


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

On a Shirt

This is written on a shirt:

Listen to Your Heart
Follow its Path
Live the Life Only
You were Meant
To Live

Sunday, August 22, 2010


We went to a memorial service today that was very special. It was the kind of service that I would like after I depart this earth. The theme was "Tea Time" and as people spoke in microphones or at the podium, food was served along with tea and lemonade. There were the traditional cucumber and egg salad sandwiches and various scones. The tea was served in teapots donated for the event by friends of the family and church members. Favorite music was played intermittently between speakers. It truly was beautiful and a celebration of a very special woman's life.

On the back of a photo card was printed this poem:

When Tomorrow Starts

When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes,
all filled with tears for me
I wish so much you wouldn't cry,
the way you did today;
While thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say;
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand;
That an angel came and called my name
and took me by the hand;
Said I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love;
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart;
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here in your heart.

Of course I'd want pure Hawaiian Kona coffee served at my memorial service instead of the tea.