Lori the egg thing; sometimes you scare me.

This morning I read your poem, Choices. Once again, I smile.

Happy New Year's to all of you! Here's a toast to another year of good blogging! On New Year's eve, I tried something my cleaning lady from El Salvador said they do there on the New Year. You break an egg into a glass of water and wait a few minutes. Then you look at the shapes that appear and that tells you about your future (like reading coffee grounds). At first all I saw was a piece of white coming out of the yellow. But after it sat for a few minutes, it looked like people (women) holding hands and dancing, wearing long dresses like wedding gowns. Don't know what that means. Another wedding coming up? I just did it out of curiosity--and because I know she's going to ask me next Thursday what I saw in the glass.

Happy New Year to all my friends! May 2009 bring wonderful things for all of us!
Happy Thoughts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sounds like great adult fun, Karen! Today, we have: played playdough, played in the snow...the sliding was pretty good down the top of the garden down the field...played with matchbox cars (80 something of them), princess castle...and gone to McDonalds (one time treat)...now I am letting them watch cartoon because I am tired, too! You should hear the bartering for snacks...lol...Neil is on the road tonight so it'll be Chinese (he won't eat it)...so treat for Me!
Sunshine, sitting in...doing nothing....sounds like Heaven!

Thanks for the explanations! I don't remember being limited to one yard or the other. There was never much traffic anyway.

The backyard is the yard out back of the house; if you play there your ball is less likely to go in the road

The dooryard is the yard out front, by the front door. Unless mom said go play in traffic I wasn't usually found out in the dooryard.

On Wall Street we had little or no back yard, it was lawn on both sides of the house. Was my porch by the front door the door yard? Jeez..........

I always heard play in the backyard!