josephine

This weekend, we stayed in a lake house named Josephine. Our friends named the house in honor of the sole prior owner. All her contents were in the place when they took possession, including her rosaries and a decoupage of Jesus on a chunk of wood. Jesus stayed. As I was doing dishes this morning, I spotted the yellowed masking tape on the bottom of a very old plate. That's the way ladies mark their plates and pyrex and corning ware when they've contributed to a covered dish luncheon at the church, or a meal for a friend. That way the dish will be returned and they'll do it all over again. Evidence of care for another. Good vibe.