One day at a time

Going through my web site, I have found a couple of rugs that are not logged in anywhere.
Can't sell them that way.

So far I have straightened up the placemat page, the blue jean page, and the Adirondack Lodge rug page.
Moving right along. A page at a time.

My youngest daughter commented that there were an awful lot of pages on my web site, so I am cleaning it up, deleting stuff that has been sold, combining pages.
Someone once told me that I should leave SOLD rugs on there, just so people would know that I am in fact selling them.
Is that silly?
I think so.
I did leave a few on there that were long gone, but I'm not doing it anymore.

The grandkids have left.

The house is fairly quiet.

Roy is sleeping by my side.

I love seeing them, laughing with them.  I love being run over by their youth and enthusiasm, their silliness.

It reminds me of a scene from my favorite show, Everybody Loves Raymond.  Frank walks into the house, kisses his grandsons on the head, breathes in the smell of their hair, and says something about sucking up all that youth.

But then, they're gone.  And I love the way my life snaps back to its own pace, slower, quieter, 

still occasionally silly.

Sometimes getting older is totally ok with me.