Three days a week I drive down Rte 104, across the Irondequoit Bay bridge and into the city of Rochester to the Friendly Home. Someone told me I should always take my camera along, so this week I did. No looking through a view finder when driving, just point and shoot, hope for the best, and straighten the photos later. Take a ride with me...
And here I am on East Avenue. The Friendly Home is technically in Brighton and has been around for over a hundred years. It is my weekly destination although my not so friendly lady is making me second guess this companion job... (Yesterday she called me a "piss pot." Why, you ask? Because it wasn't time to leave the dining room. Funny and not so funny all rolled into one.)
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.