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There is a line in the song For The Beauty Of The Earth that says "For the beauty of each hour." That is so true. Not too long ago on a beautiful afternoon I was driving down a homely little street and saw a child walking home from school. Right then and there I decided that three o'clock in the afternoon was an exceptionally beautiful hour...coming home from school. Aaaah. The light was cozy, the day was well on it's way and maybe molasses muffins were waiting on the kitchen table.

But really, it's so true, each hour is an exquisite creation from the hand of God. I'm going to start studying each hour. Each hour has a personality. The sun is in a different position (or, rather, the earth is) and casts shadows unique to that hour. The light changes ever so slightly, but if you compare a morning hour to late afternoon, the cumulative effect renders impressive results. And each hour tells you what you should be doing and marches you through the day -- a gentle and steadfast string of friends, these hours.

Well, I'm waxing eloquent. And, of course, my favorite hour is bedtime, whichever dark or darker or dawn-ish hour that may be.

Today I'm still finding dark spots. I'm beginning to believe I took that sack of garbage and swung it over my head like a lasso. It's just crazy.

I have a Jazzizm for you. Jazzi is smart. I was playing with her the other day and I said, Go get your Shake-It-Baby. And she ran right for her raggedy stuffed bear. When she holds it in her mouth and shakes it, the arms and legs flop around and it rattles. She shakes it violently. Whenever she messes with that thing I say Shake It Baby! But I had never given the bear that name specifically, it was more the action of shaking that had the name. Anyway, Jazz put it all together. I hope DTD isn't reading this.

Mike got an "F" as husband today because he didn't notice my new smart glasses, even after he had been home for 20 minutes. I said, You are getting an "F". So he leaned over and kissed me. Which means he got "FF". My new glasses prescription is STRONG. Hope it work out.

My sister called and asked, How do you make kale? So I told her how I made it. Later I asked her, How did it turn out? She said, Sweet. I always put a pinch or two of sugar in my vegetables. She didn't feel like getting a spoon so she tipped the sugar bowl and a whole ton of sugar dumped in. Maybe she could make Kale Muffins.

Oh, speaking of food, I think I will have an activity for my mother-in-law. I have all these old TASTE sections saved from the newspaper...it's totally out of control. I think each day we will close our eyes and pick a paper. And then we will read the whole section and pick out a recipe and make a list and then go to the store and come home and make it. Does that sound entertaining? It sounds like it will help me get through 14 sections of TASTE.

It's THAT hour,
KEM