It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Chapter 5, Page 11, Book 12
Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I — not events — have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.
What a week this has been. It hardly seems possible at all that it is Friday already.
I had a lot to do and got very little of it done. What I did do was good though, so I won't complain at all.
Monday was laundry and grass mowing
Tuesday I worked in the yard and shared some of the plants that I thinned out of my flowerbed with my daughter
Wednesday I washed the bedding in the spare room, cleaned out a little more in the basement and made some beans and rice for dinner
Thursday was shopping and errand day
And here we are on Friday
. I'm making potato salad to take to DSIL's birthday cookout tomorrow.
It was a busy and fast week. Not an usual week at all, but a good one.