Tuesday, August 24, 2010

My Father Says...

In light of all that is going on in the United States these days, the controversy that swirls around the building of a mosque near Ground Zero in NYC, the enormous financial challenges that many of us are facing because of various decisions made in the political arena concerning mortgages, credit cards, and loss of income, I thought that I would discuss tolerance today. In addition, there are a number of personal family matters in my private life that require a decision about being tolerant (or not), and on and on it goes. Anyway,  I'm going to share a family story concerning tolerance without actually connecting the dots. I'll leave that for you to do in your own way and following the dictates of your own heart.

Now, if I've told this story before, please forgive me. I'm getting old and forgetful.

When my son was eight years old, he and my daughter were attending a private Christian school where I also taught. Unbeknownst to me, he was struggling every recess with an overzealous classmate. This classmate was a big bear of a boy who would literally pick my son up, twirl him around, and, as if that weren't enough humiliation, he'd plant a big kiss on my son's lips. Of course, then all the other children would laugh. No playground teacher ever addressed it.

At long last, I did find out what was going on and had a talk with the young man's parents, both of whom were also teachers at the school. Anyway, they both assured me that their son didn't mean anything by it. He was just a big, lovable lug. I told them that since it was bothering my son that their lovable lug needed to cut it out.

Still no action. None. Every day the same story. I tried to be longsuffering and I tried also to encourage longsuffering in my son. Wrong choice. Totally.

One evening, my son was sitting with his head down at the supper table and his dad asked him what the trouble was. The story spilled out and his father listened carefully.

"This is what I want you to do tomorrow" my husband said. "When you see him coming, tell him that you have your father's permission to punch his lights out."

I'm pretty certain that my head spun, but I didn't say too much as I recognized the wisdom of the plan. It proved to be the end of the story. It happened just once. All my son had to do was invoke the name of his father. He didn't even have to punch out the lovable lug's lights. The mere knowledge that my son wasn't going to tolerate being twirled and kissed any longer and that he had his father's permission not to tolerate it were all that was needed. Oh happy day!

Sometimes I think more of us have to get to this place. I think we might be surprised by what our heavenly Father doesn't want us tolerating in the first place. You might try asking Him. I know that I do and often.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Around the House~Mosaic Monday

Hi! My outlook has been pretty myopic lately with being under the weather and all so thought that I'd show you a few things around the house. I've had plenty of time to observe it all that's for sure. 

If you have time for curiosity, I've numbered each photo and told what it is; otherwise, please visit Mary at Little Red House for more fun mosaics.

1. a vignette created in a birdbath using my grandmother's silver-plated pitcher, her childhood books, and her hiking boots
2.  a rack of platters and plates
3. an old dressser scarf tossed over a dark chair in a dark corner
4. a real nest with real Scrabble pieces spelling N E S T and a paper bird from Quill Cottage (Miss Sandy has a link to her tutorial in her sidebar.)
5. a vintage window filled with vintage images from The Feathered Nest (Dawn also has links to tutorials on her sidebar.)
6. a pink conch shell collected in Florida
7. an acrylic painting I love
8. an apple branch hanging over the kitchen sink in lieu of a curtain
9. a gift from my sister-in-law... a vintage wildflower book...thanks, JP!
10. a hand cut stencil done by a company in Oklahoma, which I've long forgotten
11. a collected hornet's nest hanging from the ledge

Still Chillin'

"When you don't know what to do—
WAIT! God never panics and
is never under pressure."
~Roy Lessin

Wait on the Lord: be of good courage,
and He shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the Lord.
~Psalms 27:14

Nil Desperandum...never despair!

Friday, August 20, 2010

There's No Place Like Blogland

Life's been pretty quiet while I'm cooped up here for two weeks next Monday. This is so insulting to me after not being able to go and do for weeks and months without end and now I could, if only my body would allow. Nevertheless, there have been joys sprinkled throughout. Most of them come from Blogland itself. What would I have done without all of you and, though I was often too tired to comment, I did visit and read a lot.

There is such beauty in every corner of this globe and in Blogdom there is no limit of time or space. We can visit in Istanbul one minute and in another be whisked off to Mexico. Incredible! One can explore any topic, any style, any story.

Incredible, too, when a fellow traveler in Blogland sends a gift. This one is from Karen. Isn't it beautiful? Does it not delightfully express our experience in this place? Hence the title of this post...

Arggghhh, here goes my blood pressure! This post is NOT finished, yet it's gone down the sluice. I tell you that there are days when I have the exact opposite feeling about Blogger that I do about Blogdom. Two separate entities entirely. What happened? I asked for a post date of 8/20/10 and it did not hold. Frustrating. (Edited to Add: Oh interesting! Look at the post date...hmmm, gremlins about. I should add just for the record that today is Thursday, August 19, 2010. My post says that it is August 20, 2010 just as I requested. This post should NOT have posted.)

Okay, I'll scrurry along and see what I can do.

My mother brought me this gift from her recent vacation. (We had no idea that she'd be going at the worst possible time...Nan in the nursing home and my not being able to visit her. Nan really struggled through her days. Thank God for John who stood in the gap for all of us even winding up at a "family meeting" alone on Nan's behalf.) Anyway, this tea pot is from the Czech Republic, it's porcelain with 24 karat gold overlay. I think it's beautiful and so it will be taken better care of than being atop my old books. It's far more ostentatious than I am used to, but I think it will be great fun to serve tea from this pot.

As you can see from my find a few weeks ago, these Golden Wheat cups from the 1940s, I am a simpler kind of gal. These were purchased with autumn in mind and the thought of having something autumnal to hang from the old window. I knew as I was purchasing them that a few bloggers have them, but it didn't take long to find one right away—Dot at Pickett's Place. Whenever I'm tempted to think about how rough it's been, I think of Dot right away. She packed up her entire home and went to live near her parents so that she could be close to care for them. Now she's packing up again and going back home. My mind spins to think of all that work! Not only that, but while she was at her new home, she cleaned up the yard, planted, pruned...oh my the work! She says that she tried to fall in love with the new house, but couldn't. Okay, she's leaving it a much better place for the next inhabitants that's for sure.

So here's to leaving Blogland a little brighter... Perhaps I need to remove my meltdown in the center... Nope. I'll let it stand. It's a teachable moment.

Have a great day...

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Quite a Ride

My grands have been having some fun rides this summer. I'm so glad. They are just the right age to enjoy these delights and will be for a few years more. That my son and daughter-in-law fit these fun events into the budget makes everybody happy.

Both boys really enjoyed a trip up White Mountain on the *Cog Railroad* in July. My son said that he white-knuckled it all the way, much to his wife's amusement, and the boys, perfectly oblivious to their dad's discomfort, grinned all the way to the top.

These photos are of the most recent adventure...a little time spent with Thomas.

Ahhhh, this is the life!

And off they go on another adventure. Wish that Jake would at least hold onto the wheel.
While the boys are enjoying their rides, I'm on one of a completely different sort. Every time I think that this thing...oh, let's just call it what it is...Herpes Simplex Virus...is on its way out, I'm tricked. So thanks for asking about me. I'm still in the throes of it taking my medicines and being ultra careful to be socially responsible. John gets no kisses...linens are changed often...dishes are washed in bleach...they're always washed in bleach...I wash my hands a lot...I stay at home and grin groan.

My goal is to get a ride up the Cog Railroad in late September...wouldn't it be beautiful?  Edited to Add: Wait a minute! I remember typing "is there a ride you'd like to go on?" but it got lost in editing. I still want to know!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Didn't get the Umbrella Memo in Time

Isn't it great that so many of our blogging buddies have been on vacation this summer? I feel as if I have been along for the ride, which is a very efficient way for me to vacation these days.

Linds isn't spending much time in her rocking chair while she is on vacation in Switzerland. Thankfully, she's still reflecting and has shared at least one of her sister's tips for maintaining a healthy garden. Know how petunias seem to dissolve in the rain?

Oh yes! Now they are a mess after a night of rain. This is Linds' sister *Marge's tip* in a very poorly rendered Paint Shopped photo. I don't have much energy  yet for details.

I can see how cute that would be and how it might prevent a complete meltdown. Now if I can learn how to get the umbrella up over my own life, I'll be doing famously.

Have a pleasant day...

Edited to Add (8/18/2010): Until today, I've had to imagine what the umbrella was like, but now I've seen it and I see that it looks cute and it works! *Check* and see for yourself!

Sunday, August 15, 2010


It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. ~Psalm 127:2

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Stuff and Things

This morning when I awoke, I realized very shortly that I feel just as bad as I have every other morning this week. Nerves will get you if you don't watch out, and they've got me. I have some sort of viral infection that has resulted in multiple cold sores on my lips, sores in my mouth, and a swollen neck, which is also, yup, sore.

And tonight is my junior high class reunion and I have hoped all week that I might be able to go after all. Originally, I wouldn't be able to go because of Nan, but now I'm not able to go because I look like the creature from the Black Lagoon. Guess this spares me the troubles of trying to make myself into a fourteen-year-old. Thank the Lord for small favors!

These school chums are the ones I began my educational journey with way back in kindergarten and we were together until high school. By the time we reached high school, our town high school had been closed for a number of years and we were bussed to the big city where we ultimately graduated in a class of nearly 500. We lost touch with one another even though we lived in the same small town. I never recommend that communities bus their children off for an education.

I'll be thinking of them all; praying as the Lord brings them to mind; and hoping that they have a fun time tonight wading through the memories.

In some sad news, John found that Sarah had died sometime Thursday night. She was buried yesterday in a coffin that John made special just for her. He wrote upon it: Sarah, a good friend to Nan. August 13, 2010. I'm quite upset by this because I feel that if I had been more observant I'd have known that something was wrong. But, being sick myself, I was pretty self-absorbed. All I know is that she had eaten her last two meals and was still drinking water. I also know that for some strange reason Fioré was lying with her all day. We will not be telling Nan about Sarah's passing for fear that it would upset her too much. If she returns home, of course, we will have to. If not, she will be spared.

So that's why I was looking for lovely things yesterday. Thanks for the helps with the posies. Because of you, I watered them for 20 minutes this morning. They don't look revived, but it's early yet.

Have a lovely weekend...

Friday, August 13, 2010

Something Lovely

I need to think about something lovely today. Something right. Something pure. Something noble and admirable (a poor paraphrase of Philippians 4:8). This has nothing whatsoever to do with Friday the 13th, though if I were a superstitious person I'd think so.

Back along, I told you that I had had a sweet offer of perennials from my sister's garden. At that time, I couldn't fetch them, but while Nan was in the hospital last weekend, I did go dig up three boxes full. I have lots of lilies (already gone by), some bleeding hearts ( I hope one of them is white), and a number of tall phloxes. They haven't looked especially happy in their new environment hence the cropped photos. Anyone know how long it takes for them to perk up?

I may just quit and buy some mums for fall. I'm beginning to see them all over the place. The garden could so use some color!

Nan is safely in Rehab and is as content as one can be. We are so thankful for the Lord's working this all out. Thank you again for all your prayers and thoughts on our behalf. We felt them, believe me.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

P*it B*ulls

Sure. Like I don't have enough controversy going on.  Nevertheless, I am going to tackle this one. Folks are gonna get mad. Oh well, here goes anyway...

Let me say right up straight that I like dogs. My son and his wife have two, a pug and a beagle. (And I don't mean my grandsons!) My parents had a poodle and when we were growing up we had collies, pedigreed and everything. My sister and her hubby have a black lab and my neighbors have a chocolate lab named Brin. I like all these dogs.

This morning around seven (actually yesterday morning this having been written last night), I was outside planning to water my flowers when I heard dogs growling viciously. Within seconds, I heard a man yelling in a truly terrified voice, "Get outta here! Go away! Leave her alone!" Then I became aware of a smaller dog whimpering. I'm no Sherlock, but I was able to put it all together. My neighbor beyond the tree line was yelling at the p*it b*ulls who run the neighborhood...no leashes, no collars, no nothing. They must have attacked his poodle, which he often keeps on a run in his yard.

Brilliantly, I decided that the flowers were on their own and scampered inside. I was just telling John that the dogs that had charged him a few weeks ago must be up to something again when he saw them running down the street. "Yup," he acknowledged, "same dogs."

The dogs ran off where I could no longer see them and John left for the morning paper. Not long after he pulled out of the drive, I saw a police officer in his vehicle circling the neighborhood. When John returned, I told him and he said that obviously someone had called the incident in.

As we were drinking our morning coffee, we heard first one then another shot ring out. Some moments later, a third. I have no idea for certain, but I think that the p*it b*ulls are history.

As I was feeling a pang about that, John reminded me that he had been very afraid when they charged him and he reminded me that children play in this neighborhood, my own grandchildren included. What we had here were two p*it b*ulls running loose and wearing no tags. Obviously, their owners were not terribly concerned.

My sister has a new neighbor who owns two p*it b*ulls. They bark all day and night and when anyone goes to his/her car in my sister's drive, they lunge at the ends of their chains barking furiously or sometimes a low-throated growl that is most frightening. We've all worried what might happen if a chain breaks.

So the bottom line is, if owners are not going to take responsibility for their dogs, the dogs have no business running loose. Most communities have leash laws. I'm glad to see that our police department enforces ours. Yes, I am glad. No more pangs for me.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

A Project Long in the Making and Not Yet Finished

This is a little project that I have been working on for months. I have tried it many ways and have ripped it apart several times. And gosh, now I see that those buttons just won't cut it. I think that I may be too much of a perfectionist. It'll never be perfect so why do I keep trying? I'll tell you why... this is for a very special gal who could whip one of these up herself (with one hand tied behind her back and blindfolded) in no time flat and it. would. be. perfect. I think of it this way, though. Don't good chefs need someone to bake or cook for them sometimes? And wouldn't a painter enjoy a painting done especially for him/her? And doesn't a good writer appreciate good writing? Sure. Anyway, that's my philosophy and the reason I have soldiered on despite being out of my element. At least I'm learning new things.

Have I ever told you that I am not a fan of messes? They make me nervous. This from a former first-grade teacher who taught her own art classes. That was probably the beginning right there! Anyway, creating is always messy. Always. Maybe I just need some extra room. My space is filling up rapidly and especially so after my sister gifted me with tons of her stamping things. I'm delighted and appalled all at the same time.

Anyway, with one of those hundreds of stamps and some fabric ink, I've been practicing making my own ribbon. Ohhhh, I like it. Yes, I do believe that I can get used to this.

Did I tell you that I lost the beautiful armoire in my sewing room? It didn't really belong to me so it went to join the rest of the set at my son and daughter-in-law's. John helped me move in an extra bureau floating about...the attic's full of them...and so I set up my new station. About the same time, my mother gave me this vintage suitcase that belonged to her grandmother. I filled it with the canning jars that contain buttons and old lace. That's *Pearl* sitting right up there atop the pile beside a vintage postcard. (Pearl used to belong to Nan, but Nan began to think that Pearl was staring at her. This is pretty common for Alzheimer's patients I am told.)

It's all a-jumble and needs some tending. Oh well! Thankfully, no one on the first floor can see it, except now that I've shared with all of you, that seems a moot issue. :D

Concerning Nan...we have been waiting for official word for several days now of where she will be going after her hospital stay. It's all been so up in the air. I've kept myself busy packing for her knowing that she's not coming directly home. She's in such rough shape after that fall. She's been unable to feed herself because her hands are so crippled and so it's meant trying to get there for all of her meals so she'll be able to eat. It's an awful thing to know that if you're not at the hospital, your loved one will go hungry. The staff is much too busy to help with feeding the patients. Crazy state of affairs now let me tell you.

Anyway, I'm taking her rollator along to the nursing home and I wanted it to have a cute tag so it won't get lost. Hope Nan likes it...of course, her name is written in what appears to be an empty center.
Guess that's all I've got for today... I hope to get caught up with you soon!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Ice Cream Date

This past Sunday afternoon, the aromatic oil diffuser did it again. We were literally knocked out within ten minutes of dropping in some Peace and Calm. I slept for nearly three hours upright in a chair while John napped on the sofa. Talk about sleep deprived.
Edited to add: For those who've asked, I first mentioned this item *here.*

When we woke, we decided that, since we were not house captives as is usually the case, we would go to the flea market. While there, I received a call from my grandson via his aunt saying that he wanted to come for a visit. Oh no!

But never fear, I set up a quick ice cream date and asked them to meet us at "the farm" where we'd have ice cream and visit the animals to include a llama who spits. Perfect.

I've never taken my grandson for an ice cream before so was quite interested about his order. It was fast and sure: small chocolate soft serve in a dish with rainbow sprinkles. Oh. Interesting. My daughter ordered a medium half and half (chocolate and vanilla) and I ordered a mocha chip cone as did John.

We sat outside at the picnic tables enjoying our treats and watching rabbits scamper about in their hutches. Sam ate his with careful attention and after a little while, his aunt told him that he had a "jimmy" on his chin. Sam's eyes grew very wide and slowly he asked, "Why do you say that I have Jimmy on my chin?"

Honestly, I just love this age. Language is so interesting not to mention confusing. So what do you call these things?

Monday, August 9, 2010

More Post Cards on Parade

Refrigerator door decorations don't usually make me this happy, but these pretty postcards have a spot front and center and they make me smile whenever I see them. That's all the reason I need to keep them right there.

Four blogging buds have sent a postcard. It all started with Suzanne of At Home with the Farmer's Wife. Then the card from Judy @ My Front Porch. Next was Pat's @ Mille Fiori Favoriti. The last was from Penny @ The Comforts of Home

Do you think that it would be fun to send someone a postcard and get one in return? I've another spare floating about in addition to the two being returned to two gals here. First one who says she wants it, gets it.

Couldn't help myself with the mosaic, its being Monday and all.

I do have a secret reason for gathering postcards. Wanna see?

Photo from Coastal Living

Check out all those pictures (postcards?) above the bed! How's that for a mosaic? I kinda like it. No, I really like it.

Have a great Monday out there...

Sunday, August 8, 2010

He Is the Vine...

All these flowers are on one johnny jump-up plant. Each one is unique and lovely, but obviously they don't exist for very long without being attached to the plant. It reminded me of this verse:

I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. ~John 15:5

Happily, I have recently learned that johnny jump-ups are perennials so I'll be planting them in the garden from their container very soon. This should help them get the proper drainage they require.

This mosaic was the Mosaic Monday dud for last week. Sometimes a dud can become a bit more. Mary is taking a break this week so no mosaic today. ;>

God bless your day and your week.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Update on Nan

Well Blogger is not allowing me to upload my photo or it may be my computer; whichever it is, they are the least of my concerns. 

Thank you so much for all your prayers. If you prayed that I would grow a spine, you'll be happy to know that I did. With steely-eyed resolve, I stared that doctor down and told him that I would not be taking my grandmother home until it was safe. Period.

He said, "This is a hospital, not a nursing home."

He said, "For some families it is all about their loved ones. They have to have them home with them." (This one particularly galled me. He has no idea what this family has gone through to keep Nan with us through some of the darkest possible days and for years. It was only extreme restraint that prevented me from jumping down his throat.)

He said, "There's only so much that I am allowed to do here."

He said, "She needs more pain medication."

I am still fuming about what he said. Guess that this is what medical care in the good old USA has come to. It was NOT this way just one year ago, believe me. Do I think it is a disgrace? You bet I do. Thus begins my letter-writing campaign.

Again, thank you for your comments. They were supportive and helpful after a very long day...seven hours in ER this time. We were not home until after 11 last night. Oh, the primary care physician? He told me to be adamant, but he would not give the orders for her to be admitted either. Yes, it's a fright show, folks. I can't help but think that the medical community is shooting itself in the foot to even comply with these new guidelines.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Kinda Furious Actually...

We are having a rough day...very. It'll probably be a few more rough ones. Nan is scraped and bruised and hurting so much that we can barely touch her plus she is practically paralyzed. Needless to say, I'll catch you on the flip side.  I'm not thinking such happy thoughts now about that doctor who looked all of fourteen. If I ever had to talk to her again, she'd get a piece of my mind that I could ill afford to lose. If anyone should have stayed in the hospital for a few days, it's Nan. We're actually waiting on word from her doctor.

Thank you for all your prayers. We're surely going to need them. I'll be thinking of you all, too.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Shadows and Stuff

After reading this morning's post, you'll say to yourself That Vee doesn't have enough to think about!

Actually, it's a case of having way too much to think about so I'm finding myself slowing down, numbing out, not wanting to ponder things I can not possibly do anything about. Life and death stuff. It's so much bigger than I am capable of thinking on any more.

The weather...shall we discuss it? No, we shall not.

The shadows that the rosemary made upon its own pot? Yes, we shall.

The shadows the flowers make upon the sunny deck? Yup. Who's that bubblehead there?

The shadows in a pot of hot peanut butter fudge? Oh let's do! I may even have to include the recipe...

The reason for the peanut butter fudge? Okay. She's failing to thrive, but she still loves fudge.
Make a batch of *fudge.* Sometimes it's just the thing!

Edited to Add: All this was written and waiting for a few final touches like the fudge recipe. I had to do a major postdate just as I was leaving the house to follow the ambulance into the hospital. The post wasn't one hundred per cent right, don'tcha know. Nan took a big tumble, falling backwards and landing on her tailbone as is her usual way of falling. Thankfully, after a morning and afternoon waiting in the ER, she was given a "clean bill of health." Yeah, right. The doctor asked if I had any other questions or concerns and I said, "I've got so many questions and concerns that you can't begin to address starting with how I'll get this woman in my car and taken home. The last time, my husband had to carry her in." Nice doctor. She ordered an ambulance ride home, too. So here Nan sits watching me type eating her lunch at suppertime.

All in a day's work...

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Mandevilla Progress, Etc.

Thought that you might like to see how far up the trellis the mandevilla has gone. I noticed that it has kept right on going up the garage wall as of this morning. Now if we ever see blooms on all that climbing foliage, I'll be impressed.

My sister made me an offer I shouldn't have refused, but had to. She and her husband have decided to sell their home instead of rent it. All her garden beds are sorely overgrown and she offered me lots of perennials if I wanted to come dig them out. Unfortunately, Nan is really not able to make the drive and I am not able to leave her with John for such an extended length of time. Oh well! What might've been. You may remember my sister's gardens from *this* post.

I did receive this rabbit from her that I named "Johnny Rabbit," which is an old childhood nickname of John's. Seems he had a few pet rabbits and then he went into business, at the tender age of four, selling rabbit poo. He received a quarter for a Quaker's Oats box full. I love to imagine him as cute little entrepreneur.

Anyway, I hope that Johnny Rabbit is serving as a guard of some sort against the groundhogs that still are digging and roaming and eating my plants and driving me foolish. Yes, 'tis true, nearly everything drives me foolish anymore.

Since I'm in the mood for displaying tall and narrow photos, I'll show you another...

I grew tired of seeing all the hooks usually filled there empty so tossed my log cabin birdhouse upon it. Now I may not allow anyone to hang a jacket or sweater there anymore. Yes, that's a vintage medicine chest by the main door. We hang our keys in there; I have my lipstick in there and a bit of perfume; we  also keep the flashlight in there. Soon, I'm planning a makeover on the inside. I'm fine with the outside except for the handle...still looking for the closure style that it had once upon a time.

This is what my garden has come to in the past few weeks.

Something has been munching on just about everything, but doesn't it make for a lacy looking fern? It looks as if I coffee stained it, too. I've been doing a lot of coffee staining lately.

Guess that's all I have saved in my bloggy stash for today. Hope that your Tuesday is going great!

Monday, August 2, 2010

Flea Market Finds and a Cool Tip

Blogdom has slowed to an easy summer morning, hasn't it? I've been visiting so many blogs and finding out so many new things. I have no idea what's going on with Followers or my own list, but I've had great fun. It was labor intensive, though. I found myself wishing that there were an easier way to sign in. I signed myself on to follow my own blog about four times. Yes, I am a bit slow. Anyway, if I've overlooked you, please let me know. I need your help with this one.

This photo needed help, too, so I used my secret arsenal for photo helps. I was getting cat calls from a group of eleven-year-old boys on the knoll behind this tree. They're out there whacking at trees and generally making nuisances of themselves. I finally suggested that they might prefer to go elsewhere to make a racket. They've been here making one for four days straight and my nerves are shot.

These are my flea market finds this week: the two books from the free bin, the tea cup for $2.50 (I've never seen such a good price and then it was reduced another .50 at the register), the little pitcher for .75, which makes it too reasonable to pass by since I am always looking for small ones. Guess that I have a collection now. Lastly, the beautiful table linen, which is about two feet wide and four and a half feet long—$2.00! Not too bad for a total of $4.99.  Now that's cheap mental health!

Okay, I promised you a "cool tip" and  here it is...

See that almost gone drink there? It's about the best thing I've tasted in a very long time and you can find the recipe by clicking Mocha Frappuccino. Tell Leah I sent you!

Now go post something, will ya? ;)

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Dear Jane Doe~Mosaic Monday

Dear Jane,

Thank you for walking past our dining room window last Friday evening. It's always fun to have a surprise guest and one as elegant as you is extra special. You took me by such surprise that I nearly forgot all about having a camera. I'm certain that we could have had even more lovely shots (pardon the expression) if I had been more calm about your arrival. My neighbor wants to thank you for not eating her garden and instead eating the maple leaves. Did those red and yellow leaves grab your attention? They're grabbing mine, too, since it's only August 1 and all. It's so not time for autumn yet. Sorry, too, about the noise the camera made. My, but you do run fast!

Take care,


Mary, thank you for all you do to make Mosaic Monday such fun!

If you've never visited Mary's Mosaic Monday, I hope that you'll do it today. So much beauty and creativity here in Blogdom.


Sunday Morning

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Lovers of the Printed Word

Cozy Corner

Fioré loves a good book

Especially if it's in the sunshine

Sarah prefers a newspaper
also in the sun...

Long ago, July 20, 2009, in a post titled "Sarah Plain and Long" (and often confused with my views on S*arah P*alin) I promised that I would share if these two gals ever learned to get along. They didn't. It's mayhem and bedlam here most days. I'm always grateful when they settle down with some reading material.

Friday, July 30, 2010


My aunt once had a visitor exclaim over a collection, "Oh! You collect cows!"

"No," my aunt replied, "My sister-in-law just thinks that I do."

Berry Apron with Blueberries and Blueberry Scented Candles

That's pretty much how it is with me. My mother (my aunt's sister-in-law) thinks that I collect blueberries. My sister does, too. So I have quite a few blueberry-related items about.

Blueberry Mugs

Now I am not denying that I love blueberries, especially wild Maine ones. If you've never eaten a wild blueberry, you are definitely missing out. Not wanting you to miss out, I'll let you know before this post is over what you can do about it. Heck, I even missed out this season and I live here!
Blueberry Bean Pot

I've never used the blueberry bean pot. Seems like a lot of mixed metaphors there. Anyway, its home is on the second shelf of the telephone table and there I keep it very well. Talk about mixed metaphors! Beans, berries, and now pumpkins?

So this is the message of the day: If you don't have access to wild blueberry fields, you can go to your local grocery and get some of these...

Have a great weekend now...

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Summer Days

There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart. ~Celia Thaxter

Have a great day. I'm off for a few to catch up on promises. ;> Comments are closed. Blessings to you...

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

I Feel as if I'm Withering

Yes, I really do. Will you keep reading if I promise that this will not be my usual whine?

When life is circling the drain or feels as if it is, it's so easy to focus on the drain. We all know the story of the storm coming up while the Lord slept and the disciples worried. I'm one of those worrying disciples. And we all know the story of the Lord walking on the water when Peter had the faith to join Him and Peter walked on the water as well — for a minute or two. He got in big trouble fast when he started looking at the drain. That's not in the Word for nothing now is it?

A few days ago, my mother brought Nan a bouquet of wonderful flowers from my sister's garden. Included were a lot of colorful daylilies. As my grandmother sat at the breakfast table yesterday morning, she noted that some of the flower combinations were unlike anything she would ever put together. We had fun looking at them with fresh eyes and imagining God at the workbench of Heaven designing them.

Then we decided to paint following a formula/guideline that A Woman Who Is shared in a post titled "I'm Still Here." Neither Nan or I are artists, but we had fun.

Now this is the thing about withering and I learned it some time ago from Karen who always reaches out in times of stress. Withering and circling the drain is NOT for me. So, I am going to reach a bit further in a couple of ways. First, I'm going to add any blog to my blogroll if you have been reading and commenting here. (This was first learned from Kim at Daisy Cottage.) All you have to do is email me and let me know that you'd like your blog to be included. Please also include the link to your blog. (I'll be letting some go, too. It becomes obvious after a while when bloggers have moved on. I understand. If I "let you go" and you want to be back, just let me know as well.) Now this could take some time, but I'll get there eventually.

This morning, directly after posting, I'll add my followers to this page. And I'm going to visit each and every one and thank him or her and become a follower there, too.  Copying Penny with this one. Edited to Add: Okay, I'm three minutes in or so and I already have concerns. Guess that we'll amend this to read "like-minded" blogs. ;>

These things will be a great way for me to get my eyes off that drain!

Happy Tuesday, my friend!

Monday, July 26, 2010


Recently, Suzanne (At Home With The Farmer's Wife) suggested that folks could get a postcard from her by just letting her know that one was desired. Cool deal. Mine came a few days ago and gave me the opportunity to send her one in return. John mailed it for me while we were having our day away. Hope that it got that quintessential postmark. I forgot to have him request one. I'm not as rich as Suzanne, but I've got one spare postcard waiting to go somewhere. If you want it, all you have to do is be the first to say so. :D

I should have called this post "Nan's Story" or the "Hospice Story." I'm unwilling to get into details because I don't want to rock the boat as it were. Suffice it to say, M*edicare has very specific guidelines and when an agency is billing M*edicare it must, of course, be careful and above board and follow all directives. Hospice wanted to change some of my grandmother's care and we didn't want it changed. Hence the letting of hospice go. Pretty simple except that it has involved a lot including now paying for the hospital bed and letting the nice little hospital bed table that went with it go. I have just been fighting to keep the mattress. The "bed lady" said, "She doesn't have problems." I said, "Look, Bed Lady, I don't know where you get these ideas because she has every problem in the book. I'll get in touch with her doctor and get it straightened out." If he can't, I'll be finding someone who can! I'm feeling quite irritable and cranky these days.

Nan returned to me weaker than when she left. It's sad to see the ongoing decline. Now I know what my mother means when she says that every time she sees her mother she looks worse than the time before. I used to take that as a comment about my care. It's not. It is what is is...

Okay, back to Suzanne. Honestly, if you need some levity in your life, you must read this blog. Sometimes I howl with laughter. Here's a case in point: Brew for Breakfast. You'll love it!