Keys To My Heart

Mac Davis said it best. You gotta stop. And smell the roses. This week has been wild for me. I’ve been sick from a flu bug for the past two weeks so it was nice hearing from the girls that I was to receive some sort of surprise this week from both of them. Thursday I received first a card and two dozen beautiful (really beautiful) roses in assorted colors. I stopped at the post office on the way home from work that day, and I also got a package with bath salts and an iTunes gift card. Wow! Unfortunately, I no more than got home and put the flowers in their vase than I got a call from Mom that said that Dad needed to have another heart surgery. How can that be when he has been doing so well? So I go to the doctor on Friday because I want to make sure that I can head to Florida to be with Mom. I had 102 degree fever (no idea, hope I didn’t infect any school kids on Thursday) but no pneumonia.  I got my medicine and went home to bed. By Friday evening my fever was gone. Carrie was worried the flowers wouldn’t be pretty because they were delayed two days due to the heavy snow we had here in southern Indiana. I sent the girls some pictures on my iPhone, but they didn’t do them justice, and Sarah couldn’t download them on her phone. There was nothing else to do but to pull out my DSL and take some more. Hey! It’s not often I get photo subjects that don’t yell at me, “Mom, put the camera down!” I decided to take pictures of them all over the house–in the living room, by the window, on the table, etc. When I put them on the hearth, a funny thing happened. My silly cat  started smelling them, walking around the vase to smell all the different colored roses. So I put them on the floor and snapped away quite happily until I started losing my good daylight. I may not have been able to smell the roses, but somebody else sure did!