r u kidding me?

r u kidding me?

Saturday, November 15, 2008

A Gift from Miss Sandy



This delightful little package arrived in the mail yesterday long after my feeble brain had forgotten that it was on its way. I tell you, there is something to be said for memory loss!

Miss Sandy @ Quill Cottage had a giveaway recently and, though I didn't win the big prize, I, along with all the other commenters, won this dear prize. Each one is lovely and unique. You can see for yourselves by checking out Dawn's and Vickie's.

I'm treasuring mine in a special way by using it to take note of all the sweet or funny things that John shares with me every day. It should be filled in no time.



Thank you so much, Miss Sandy! This blessed me all to pieces.

Happy Saturday, Dear Ones!

Friday, November 14, 2008

A Kitchen Table Story

Do you remember your grandmothers' kitchens? I well remember both.

Oddly enough, they were both large, square rooms where the kitchen table sat prominently center stage. In my maternal grandmother's kitchen, her dryer, refrigerator, pantry, sink, countertop, electric stove, gas stove, and Hoosier lined the walls.

In my paternal grandmother's, the countertops, sink, refrigerator, stove, sofa, and woodstove lined the walls. Yes, a sofa! I thought that it was the most marvelous thing, even as a child. Sometimes, my grandfather would lie there and snooze as my grandmother puttered about making supper. Sometimes, it was loaded with grandkids as we colored or read books. Sometimes, we were all there together in a happy clump. That kitchen was so warm with its woodstove chugging along. It had a huge reservoir of water on the side that met all the requirements of hot water for doing dishes. There was a big blue kettle that whistled along steadily always ready for a cup of tea or hot chocolate. It was in that kitchen where I first enjoyed marshmallow fluff floating on a sea of warm chocolate.

At the windows were my grandmother's red geraniums that did so beautifully all through the year...such a sunny, bright, warm kitchen it was. But I don't remember the table so well after all these years...I think it was a wooden farm table and large to accomodate all the extended family.

Now my Nan's table I remember very clearly. It was purchased in the first few years of her marriage somewhere in the early '30s. I now recognize it as "Art Deco" though as a child all I recognized were the cold white enamel top and the strong black parallel lines that decorated it, which I often traced with my finger. It has a drawer that my grandmother used for her silverware drawer. For some reason I found it particularly fun to set the table without having to fetch the forks, knives, and spoons.

One day, when I was about ten or so, I discovered that my grandmother had replaced her little table with a new one. Nothing fancy...a wood grain look top and those plastic stuffed chairs...all a neutral brown. The Art Deco table was relegated to the back corner of my grandfather's garage.

Fast forward thirty-five years or so when I was helping to clean out my grandmother's home. There sat the little table still in its corner barely visible for the oil containers, tools, and garden products covering it. It was decided that it would work well for a laundry table in one of the great-grands' homes, but it never made it that far. It sits today in my kitchen...dead center. If anyone had ever told me that I would one day claim that table and love it again, I probably would not have believed them.





It needs something...see the aqua paint. Not a favorite color for me. I think a red, perhaps yellow, might work. The original color is unknown...I do not remember and neither does my mother or grandmother. Anyone else know what it might have been?

All manner of things can be tucked beneath it...my sandals, a pie carrier, a bucket of bottled water. It serves as an island and not a place to sit down. What would I do without it?!

Thursday, November 13, 2008

By the Light of the Silvery Moon


Did you see that silvery moon last night? I nearly drove off the road looking at it. I'm blaming this on my newly discovered amateur (very) photographer's eye. Now why do all my neat photos have some danged electrical wires smack dab in the middle of them? At least, they point out the moon path on the water.

Here's one where the moon looked like the sun...


This is my daughter's home, which looks a little scary, but the moon rising over it was delicious.



Recently, Kathy at Lavender, Lace and Thyme tagged me with this wonderful bookworm award. Thank you so much, Kathy!


This is how it works:

* Pass this on to five blogging friends. (Three for me!)
* Open the closest book to you, not your favorite or most intellectual book, but the book closest to you at the moment, to page 56.
* Write out the 5th sentence, as well as two to five sentences following that...

As it so happens, I was writing an email to a blogging friend the evening I read Kathy's blog. Living Successfully With Screwed-Up People by Elizabeth B. Brown came up in my writing; my only problem was that I couldn't remember the author so I ran to get the book and here it has been sitting ever since. I do highly recommend it, too. It's not your average run-of-the-mill, self-help book because there are many helpful suggestions, which I have been able to apply and they've worked...so far. ;>

Being walked on in a relationship is unhealthy for everyone — the one being tread on, the ones watching, and the one walking. You can not have a stable, growing relationship when one of the parties is on the floor licking boots.

I'm going to pick on some newbies to my blog because I would like to know more about them. Please know, ladies, I am never offended if you choose not to participate.

In no particular order...

1. Terri at Lakewood Manor

2. Sue at Thistle Patch Hill

3. Leah at South Breeze Farm

Have a wonderful Thursday...just two weeks to Thanksgiving...wow!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

One Thing Leads to Another



I've been puttering this morning trying to pull a few things together and to absorb the household things that I've decided to keep. You know how it is with these "restructuring" issues — one thing leads to another. That means that I've actually been in the basement finding shelves for the extras when I really didn't want to spend time down there since the first floor was a wreck, but in order to get the first floor back in shape... 8>. Oh well, if only this was my biggest problem.

That painting above has been floating all over the place for a month; hopefully, it's found its new home for at least a week or two. I bought it as a Christmas gift for a family member whose favorite color is green. It was sitting out waiting to be wrapped when the family member showed up one afternoon shortly before Christmas that year and announced, "That's the ugliest picture I've ever seen." Well, needless to say, it became mine.

The top of the refrigerator got straightened up a bit as well. Should've taken before and afters, but suffice it to say that the top was cluttered with cookie tins and tea boxes.



The cleaning continues...here at the house, and here at Haven.

Oh, I promised to get back to you on the vinegar...it does work. I will probably use it every time the stuff gets cleaned. The most yellowed things did not come back to white, but they did brighten. All the "stickiness" was eliminated from all the pieces. As for my face? Why I am as beautiful as ever even if I do smell like a salad. :D

Have a wonderful day, Dear Ones.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Thank You

(Imagine an old and bent soldier wearing his military uniform and saluting the flag.)

It has been my privilege to stand beside him at more than one parade. He is old and bent now — very old, very bent. Still, when the flag goes by, he stands taller and salutes as sharply as an old soldier can. I have seen the tear fill his eye and course down his cheek. It's made me stand a little taller and prouder, too.

A group of twelve veterans attended a special Sunday morning service at the church that John attends. They were invited to the front of the sanctuary where they shared what war they had served in and where, and what branch of the military. "It was an honor to recognize and honor them. I also felt proud knowing that I have three granddaughters serving in our armed forces at present. They know that freedom is not cheap and that it requires constant vigilance to preserve."

God bless all our Veterans who have served and who serve today. May God richly bless their service to this country. May freedom and peace always be our goal.

Monday, November 10, 2008

I've Got a Sink Full



My sink is full of Tupperware in various shades of dingy yellow. I am not such a big fan of plastic, but I do like the cake carriers and those round things...they work great for carting cupcakes. Anyway, as you can see, the problem is the dinginess. I found a white vinegar solution suggested and have decided to give that a try. I'll let you know what I think. It's soaking.



Also found a gal who uses white vinegar as a facial wash. Yes, her face. So, naturally, I did what any woman would do with a gallon of white vinegar and a face that needed washing. She says that her face is youthful and soft. What do I say? Well, my face was much softer after I washed it with vinegar. Let me get back to you on that youthful bit.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

This is My Father's World

This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!

~Maltbie Babcock

I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone — for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good, and pleases God our Savior, who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.
~1 Timothy 2:1–4

(Sorry about that malfunctioning You Tube...)

DB