Saturday, April 22, 2017

A Cautionary Tale

Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath
Ephesians 4:26

Now that is a tall order. I don't know about your personality, but mine leans toward "red alert" on its best day. 

Simple things can trip me — a post that never updates, a car that does not start or a groundhog clopping across my deck like a small pony. 

This "red alert" thing really goes bezerk when I feel someone I love has been wronged. 

Two weeks ago today, I entered The Ponderosa (John's place) for the first time since December. The snow was finally shallow enough to get through the door without climbing a snowbank. What I saw shocked me, scared me, and made me absolutely livid.

Someone had entered the building and stolen thousands of dollars of equipment. This was done while my tenant watched. She told her cousin the responding police officer (can you believe it?) that there was a woman who looked just like her landlord (me) and two men. She said that she thought nothing of it because there were always people there taking things. Really? Really?! 

To say that I would like to drop kick her to the moon is not too much of a stretch. Did she tell me? No. Did she call the police? No. Now I could say much more, in fact, I did and had to delete it, but this is the gist of it. 

There are other complications in this mess. Did you know that in my corner if you do not have the serial numbers from all pieces of equipment that the police will not even attempt to search pawn shops, etc.? 

I have told this story as a cautionary tale. Get those serial numbers, make sure your insurance is current, take photos, and have an inventory. Also, never assume that snow covering the door is a deterrent. These people shoveled their way in and shoveled the snow back covering their tracks. I feel like such a fool to have fallen for that trick. 

Perhaps you can imagine how much I feel I have failed John. Oh I know that he is not affected by these earthly things anymore, but he would have been some kind of upset if this had happened on his watch. I certainly regret that it has happened on mine.

This advice is good and the best philosophy/psychology/"the world" has to offer; however, it does not go far enough. It is true that we can not change the direction of the wind, but it is also true that we can't adjust our own sails either without the help of The Lord Himself. 

This issue is so big that I know I can't deal with it. I know my ongoing answer is forever and always in going to The Lord. I thank Him that this is just stuff and that no one was hurt, except for the financial loss and that sense of being violated. And I am really going to need His help to show grace. I can not begin to know why God allowed this, but since He did, He has a plan to work it all out. And I know that He will work on this angry heart of mine, too. 

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Friday, April 21, 2017

Tea Time Not in the Garden ใƒ„

After a bit of a mix-up, this post has returned proving that I can get it together when I have to. 

(Not updating...beyond frustrating!) 


Finally, after all these years, I am joining Bernideen for Tea in the Garden Wednesday. My garden is not in such fine shape today (we are expecting hiss) nor will it be until well into May so I am joining from my dining room table using my Queens Royal bone china Made in England 
yellow tea cup.๐Ÿ’› This tea cup came to me from my grandmother's collection.

~yes, I prefer cream in my tea; I am a tea baby~

I am serving this with the lemon cake I made for Easter. My grandson Jakob and I liked the cake while the rest of the family did not. Still they did eat some because Jake and I did not eat half the cake! Some people do not enjoy lemon desserts; I really must remember this.

(Since I first wrote this post, I have shared the cake with my sisters-in-law who both declared it good. Obviously, they like lemon! )


The recipe for the cake, that the original two-thirds of us did not enjoy, if you dare ใƒ„, is to use any cake mix, add an extra egg, change the water to whole milk, change the oil to melted butter, and bake as directed. In my opinion, it makes a delicious, moist cake.


๐ŸŒผPlease join Bernideen and her friends at 
Bernideen's Tea Time Blog.๐ŸŒผ  Thank you for all the beautiful posts, Bernideen. One can always count on you for lovely treasures, sweet treats, and a gentility that blesses.

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

On the Fly Hodge Podge

1. Tell us about a time you felt like you were 'flying by the seat of your pants'.

This entire being a personal representative of an estate qualifies and I am so ready to be finished with it.

2.  When or where would you most like to be 'a fly on the wall'?

I have often said that, but right now I have no clue.

3. 'Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.'-Henry David Thoreau 

Would you agree? Why or why not?

Sure. ๐Ÿ˜‰
Sounds good.

4. Share a favorite movie, book, or song with flying in it's title, lyrics, or theme somewhere.

What is this? National Fly Month? 

Fly Me to the Moon is the only thing I can think of and it is not a favorite so I am cheating. 

5. What is one task or chore you tend to do 'on the fly'? Is this something that really needs to be done another way?

Maybe it's psychiatrists' month? One task you say? Just one?

6. What was happening the last time you thought to yourself or said aloud, 'Wow, time flies when you're having fun', and you meant it.

I say, "Time flies whether you're having fun or not." I had fun on Easter Sunday when my son fixed my garage door opener. A week of opening the garage door manually had nearly 
done me in.

7. This Thursday is National Garlic Day. Will you add garlic to your menu on Thursday? Do you like garlic? What's your favorite dish made with garlic?

I do like garlic. The last thing I made with garlic was a concoction to keep groundhogs's a very smelly brew and I nearly had to move out of the house myself.

8. Insert your own random thought here.

Lots of clean-up going on all around the house. I can't stick with one spot for too long. I give it two hours a day and call it good because the old bod doesn't hold up. There are fences that must come down...they are not mine and yet, I'm taking them down anyway. The leaves in the garden must come off  because, apparently, I don't have enough worms to eat them all. And those acorns! Acckkk...wonder if I could vacuum them up. I'm almost ready to pay for the oak tree to come down. It's not mine either. Oh well, this is the story of spring.


Please join Joyce *here* for other entries. I hope no one else was a flip as I was. 

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

It Was Lovely

Oh dear! I've been away from blogging for ten days and managed to forget everything I thought I knew. This is dangerous when one has been as preoccupied as I have been. Anyway, starting again this morning by pulling the post that went on overnight and saving it for the correct day. 

Let me instead post about Easter, which was a beautiful day. The most lovely in recent memory with temps soaring to 80F. The landscape was almost snow free, but brown. Well, with those temps, we can't complain. No matter the circumstances or the weather, Easter is a day to be honored. Our very futures depend on what Jesus did for us on the cross and what He did in leaving His grave behind and our recognizing it. 

The family is still in the stage of going through the holidays one by one without John. So this was the first Easter without him and the last holiday when we will say 
"this is our first ____ without John." We muddled least, I did. I was glad that it was "my" year as it gave me more things to think about. John lives Easter every day now.

Recently, my grandson Jake told me as he came through the door that for just a moment as he climbed the stairs he thought he would find John here. Just for a moment. I have felt that way sometimes, especially in the morning on waking or at a certain time in the afternoon when John would have been coming home.

What I have learned through the year is that the same scene can look very different depending on my focus or my filter. 

 Are the tulips lavender or pink? (It depends.)

And I have learned that just because there is snow on the ground today does not mean that there'll be snow there the next. Things can change quickly when God is invited into a situation.

 ~very little snow~
It has been a blessing to read about your Easter so I thought I would share mine. And not one photo of the family. Am I slipping or what?! 

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