I’m spending my Saturday night organizing my desk space at home (party animal, I know!). Anyway. I came across my Mom’s journal. I’ve read it many times. But tonight, one page stood out over all the rest. The page is mostly empty. And the emptiness stands out just as boldly as the words.

Wow. I wish I knew the thoughts behind that statement. My imagination goes crazy with wonder, thinking about all the places she was going to take that thought. I can only imagine that it was full of hopeful ambition. “Make it Happen”. But WHAT. Make WHAT happen?

As I sit in my quiet house, late this Saturday night, I wonder how far I can take her thought? Make it happen. Saturday is almost over. The 1,687th Saturday of my life. What can I make happen right now? How can I make this Saturday night mean something more that all the other Saturdays? I decided on a whim that I will finally post my blog, the one I’ve had for almost a year, but not shared yet. Maybe I’ll continue to do so. Possibly not. Either way, I’m introducing The Lost Turnip!