My Favorite...

I just finished a personal assessment test that asked:  what is your favorite color?

In most aspects of my life I am very opinionated and know what I want.  When eating out, I generally have an idea of what I'm in the mood for.  Choosing clothes, buying a house or a car, or even painting a wall I know what I do or don't like!  Overall, choices don't leave me in a quandary...that is until I am asked:  what is your favorite color!

My answer is this:
My favorite color is green--the green of a Crayola crayon, the green of freshly mowed summer grass, and the green of pine needles on the Christmas tree.
My favorite color is yellow--bright yellow walls, curtains and daffodils.
I love blue--the blue of the sky, the blues of a lake and the blues of my grand babies eyes!
I love the color black:  the classic look of a black skirt and black jacket, the shine of onyx and black marble, the distinguished look of Joe's black casket, and the black keys on the piano.
I love red:  Christmas red.  I love cranberry red nail polish, and the deep red color of beets and strawberries.
My favorite color is deep purple and light purple.  The purple of violets, lilacs, and petunias.  I love purple found in flowers and in water colors.
I love white--temple white and it's symbolic meaning.  I love fresh white snowfall and white clouds.
I like brown--deep chocolate as in the color and as in the taste!  I like deep rich brown cake and fudge frosting.  I like deep rich brown dirt and brown bark on a tree.
My favorite is the orange of pumpkins, pumpkin pie, oranges and fat little goldfish.

I also like bright turquoise, pink (light, dark and hot), deep coral, and lime green.
I like the syrupy look of topaz, the yummy richness of black cherry and the red/orange of desert sandstone.

So, what is my favorite color?  I just don't have one, but rather all colors are my favorite!

Clouds and sunrise. . .

Grief and life. . .

Sometimes life isn't really clear through the mist of grief.
Sometimes life is difficult to distinguish living in the memories of yesterday.
Sometimes in the mist of grief, it is hard to know if it is the beginning or the end.
Grief monotones the color and tones of life.

Happy, yes there is still happiness after a great loss; my life is just painted with a different paintbrush, and more muted tones.

Life is still good.
I still feel and know love, it is just on a smaller scale.

Car Accidents

Yep, the BMW was crunched again.
Second time in 5 months.
Seriously annoying.
Neither was my fault, both times I was hit from behind.

The second accident happened and the poor lady that hit me was so shook up.  She was having a tough day to begin with and I felt really bad for her.  After she hit me, she called her husband and he came to the accident scene.  My son-in-law offered to come, but I told him I was okay and I didn't really need him.

I found myself telling this young woman, that this  bumper smash was just a bump in the road of life.  She had insurance, wasn't drinking, no one died, no one was hurt, and didn't hit me and run, so really this was in essence no big deal in the whole scheme of things.

That
is
pretty
sad,
when you look at a car accident with that criteria!

Now, the BMW is all put back together and looking just fine.
(I must admit both insurance companies I have had to work with have been great--thank goodness.)