Posted in Sideshows

Hands Up!

A helping hand...

You can tell much about a person from their hands.

I’ve never been a manicure person. My nails are short and that’s the way I like them.

No,I don’t bite my nails…I keep them cut, out of my way.

It started when I dabbled with the guitar and played the flute. Then I was a rock gatherer and a gardener… short nails stay cleaner.

I’ve broken my fingers while playing sports. Once, I foolishly closed one in an electric car window. OUCH! Still makes me chuckle though.

The feeling of a nail beyond my fingertip is very distracting. “Get out of my way…these hands are working!”

Have you ever seen some of those women who have nails that curl around their hands? To me, I know they have never toiled one bit.That just creeps me out!

My hands are bent with genetically imposed arthritis now. They hurt after a day wrestling with kids. Sometimes the kids step on them, often they grab my hands and make me wince.

How precious hands are…they are the first body part that a baby studies.

They brace you against a fall.

Your hands make everything your mind can create and sometimes they add their own special touch.

We give “hand outs”. Can be “hands on”. Sometimes we are handy. Handles would be useless without them.

Hands can communicate, as well as, words. Gestures speak volumes.

I say lets give hands a “hand”! They don’t have to be handsome to be handily helpful.

And don’t forget,”Every time  you step on the brake, your life is in your foot’s hands!”

Posted in Sideshows, Susan's Family Day Care

Fluid are my thoughts.

Writers are constant thinkers. By now, all of you must have realized that your best material pops to mind whenever you are busy and are unable to jot them down. Even if you dash for a pencil and pad, somehow those perfect phrases drift away as you search.

My favorite thought-provoking activities are:

Mowing the lawn

Taking a shower

Driving the car (not while riding as much)

Waking up in the dark

…and as I am caring for my day care kids.

Nothing disturbs a thought more than a stinky diaper or a messy face!

Even now, I have been interrupted twice away from this post.

Can you imagine the intuitive, brilliant things I might have said? 🙂

Have a great weekend! I’ll be mowing my lawn.