Well, let us March right in....a new month a new beginning. So did you every wonder why someone named the months the names that they did? Seems t me like March is a stomping motion...tramping in. That seems appropriate for this time of year, doesn't it? The winter is starting to get stomped out while the beginning signs of spring are tramping in. I am anxiously awaiting the arrival. I thought about what I did today and decided that the word for the day would be HUNT. To search, seek, uncover. Appropriate for Spring I think. We at one point will HUNT for those sprouts to poke out from the ground. We will see children HUNT for Easter eggs this month. Today I was on a shopping HUNT at the local thrift store. It amazes me what I sometimes find! My Hunt began simply enough. I was in search of some radio days tapes. Nope, didn't find a one....but, I found 2 of the most gorgeous hand painted porcelain sugar bowls. I wouldn't believe it...perfect..and only 1.99ea. I found amazing story books that will be added to my collection. One was about a wood carver at Christmas. Another was songs for spring....very appropriate. Because of the HUNT, I have another book to help me put together a program for spring and summer on flowers and garden fairies. I also found a tape of channuka songs...I felt like I hit the jackpot! I went as well to a craft store and in that Hunt I found a great headband with feathers and bows in green...Perfect for my Irish St. Patty's Day program that I will be giving on the 17th at one of the Sunrise Senior locations. I went in the store for some styrafoam balls...did you ever notice how you have a direction and then the desire to HUNT around takes over...$70.00 later that particular HUNT was over. For me, it seems like I am always on some sort of HUNT. Later I started to HUNT for a book to aid me in info for a program I am putting together called The Space Race. Us VS Russia. Found just what I needed! Who knows? I may be on a HUNT next for a space suit!! Well, I know there are various types of HUNTS....mine are pretty safe. No fear of wounds...well, sometimes maybe to my pocketbook!
Quote for the day: