Friday, April 3, 2020

One Day More


That's my big take-away from this stew we all find ourselves in. 

I think a lot about food. These are my leftovers from a pizza Laurel brought me. Hope that she does that again!

Dwindling supplies weigh heavy on my mind...

The final pear

Last week, I washed walls and woodwork upstairs: this week I recovered from last week.

Ahhhh, bedtime, my favorite time of day...

Sorry, Dear One, I've been safe at home for three weeks and I've got precious little to share. My family are all home...safely, of course. I hope that you and yours are, too. God has been good to me. I am feeling well, in spite of being overdue for treatments. I'm trusting Him. 

Now not everyone will be as amused as I have been by the little video below. It makes me laugh out loud. I am giving you fair warning because that sweet daddy proves to be a bit naughty. He just couldn't resist the urge to rhyme the word amok. See? Fair warning. I love to watch this as a little play...looking for each one's reactions and laughing like a woman who has been alone for three weeks. They are one talented family and I certainly hope that they continue thinking of videos to share to ward off insanity.ツ

All the best! Praying for you...

Saturday, March 21, 2020

It's About Time

...that I showed up, especially now that reading blogs is such a pleasant diversion. Each blogger should do his or her part.ツ

Birthday Roses Drying

First things first: I am well and hunkering down just like the rest of the country. Are you working from home? Out of school? Out of work? (I sure hope not.) 

My son is still working at his office and has said that he'd prefer to buy a Hazmet hazmat suit rather than work at home. Ha! That boy! (The problem is not his family nor even his pets; the problem is the lack of internet power.)

The grands are home from school and their mom provided them with "life lessons" this past week. They were making meals, baking cakes, changing sheets, etc. I'm sure that they loved it.

I have heard from the other grands who seem to be just lying around. Their mother reports that she can't get a thing done.

It looks like early spring outside after a pretty mild winter. I can't complain. I mean I do, but I shouldn't.

The last social engagement was a week ago when I attended my niece's baby shower.

We're all pretty excited about the new baby girl on her way in just a few short weeks. Hope that I get to see her before she's six months old. 

I think that I promised that I'd show my sister's new laundry room in some old post or other. 

Last week it looked more like a garden room. After today, when the sink is installed right there, it will become a very functional space. Mostly, my sister will be overlooking her back yard and her brother-in-law's wood business.

Per Mrs. T's request

Edited to Add: Two more of the finished laundry room countertops and with the sink installed.

Other than that, I content myself with quiet pursuits. Reading mostly and keeping up with you.

Grandma Gatewood's story is inspirational. I will  not, however, be following her example, even if I am the right age to strike off on the Appalachian Trail.

Take good care, my friend, and hang tough. God’s got this. 

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

My 2¢

Can’t say it any more sanely or calmly than this. It really is important to speak up. What in the world will they do next year? Fornicate on stage while children sing? 

Thanks to all those with whom I have been having a conversation about this. Thanks to my friend Diane (who has a private blog) for sending this video link to me. 

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Wednesday, January 29, 2020

He's Fourteen

A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, 'I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart. One wolf is the vengeful, violent one, the other wolf is the loving, compassionate one.' The grandson asked him, 'Which wolf will win the fight in your heart?' The grandfather answered, 'The one I feed.'

My January grandsons have each celebrated his birthday six days apart (just like always). This year, they were blessed with a trip to Boston and a Celtics Game. Thanks to a loving great-aunt, they were treated to a private box to watch the Celtics lose. (The Celtics' loss was the only bad part.)

They each play on their school teams and a rec team. On the rec team, they are teammates. It was fun to watch them play last Saturday. 

Sam has always preferred the action shots. (He's number 10 btw.) I missed too many so was happy to hand over my iPhone to Laurel. She did a good job capturing three that I hope Sam likes.

Afterward, we went out for supper at a local restaurant where one grand ordered lobster and the other a hot dog. My daughter, whose treat it was, thought it all balanced out. 

Sam's School Picture this year 2019–2020

A father~son comparison

Time has always intrigued me. It went by quickly enough when I was a child, faster still when my children were young, and it's really zipping these days.

Wasn't it just yesterday that Sam was waiting with his dad for the school bus on the first day of school? Sure do love this young man and I admire his athletic ability, too. Mostly, he's becoming a salt of the earth person who is a pleasure to spend time with.

Just as soon as Jakob's school picture becomes available, I'll be back with another installment of where has the time flown?

Speaking of which, where did January go? We were blessed with a mild one, only a few snowstorms, not too many bitter cold days, yet a lot of sickness. Hope everyone stays vertical from here on out.

Thank you for your visit!

Monday, January 6, 2020


Epiphany has several meanings. It can mean this day, January 6, when tradition says that the Wise Men found the Christ Child. It can also mean a revelation or the light turning on. I love talking about epiphany and have done so many times before: 2017, 2014, and 2011. (My favorite might be the 2011 one.) 

 In the days leading up to Christmas 2019, I sat in my chair reminding myself that it would all be over soon. And it was. For some of us this is welcome and for others (including me ツ), it always comes as a disappointment. It was a wonderful Christmas. I hope that yours was as well, though I have already read of challenges over the holidays for some dear blogging friends.

My daughter came last Saturday and packed up the ornaments and hauled them all back upstairs. This was a great blessing. She suggested taking down the tree, but I keep the tree up through Epiphany. Now that it has already become a winter tree, I may keep it up for the remainder of the week. I'll pick on the other child for taking it down and packing it up next weekend. He will be happy about that. Sure he will.
Winter Tree

When it was a Christmas Tree

Judy's Nativity

Judy is John's sister. She is in nursing home care. I decorated her room for Christmas. She always most especially wants a Nativity, but she also had a small tree, a wreath, and a gingerbread house. When I went to visit and gather the Christmas things the day after New Year's, I found them covered with Judy's folded clothing. Apparently, the laundry lady felt it was time for Christmas to be over. 


I have watched the 1994 version of Little Women a number of times this season. It's a wonderful movie for Christmas time. I also went with Laurel to see the 2019 version and liked it; my daughter loved it. I prefer the 1994 version. There is even an Amazon Prime Little Women series and I have been enjoying that as well.

Apparently, every generation has its own
Little Women focusing on the agendas of the times. There were two things that particularly annoyed me about the 2019 version, but I'll spare you. My favorite thing about the current version is the 2019 Laurie. But then what's not to like about the 1994 Laurie?  I still prefer Winona Ryder as Jo and Susan Sarandon as Marmee. And I far prefer Mary Wickes as Aunt March. Beth's death scene is far better in the 1994 version. Of course, it was created out of whole cloth, but this story lends itself to changes and/or "improvements." 

I actually reread Little Women as I wondered how many liberties were taken. You can find that here if you'd like. I found some things that surprised me on both counts...things created by the movie directors and producers and things followed very closely by them as well.


It's time to move into 2020. The good news is that some things never change. There'll be no reworking of the age old truths. Jesus Christ is the same today, yesterday, and forever. He'll be the same in 2020 as He was in 2019 and 1920. Very comforting thought...

Monday, December 30, 2019

Happy New Year, Too!

A compassionate open home is part of Christian responsibility, and should be practiced up to the level of capacity.

Francis A. Schaeffer

This quote really doesn't apply here because I love my family and I was thrilled to have them all in my home on Christmas Day. The wee haven may have been bulging at the seams, but it was all good and I enjoyed myself tremendously. This post is mostly for documenting purposes so don't feel that you have to read when you have better things to do.






The bubble over my niece Kea's head says You're going to jump, aren't you?
Gearing up

Phew! Thought better of it..

What is it?
Joel (Little E's dad), Little E, Kim (Little E's grandmother), Jake

What is it?!

Oh! A blue dinosaur. (The best photo and I blew it. Oh well, Little E was very pleased with his new friend.)

Of all the people here, I didn't get my daughter Laurel's picture. She arrived the day before Christmas to help me clean and set up for Christmas Day. 

Yes, I am sending a secret message. ☺

She took me for my treatment on Friday last.

Laurel studies the menu at 99

She hung with me all afternoon when I'm sure that she had better things to do. It's nice to have company for that process. Before you ask, I am doing well, my doctor is pleased, and I feel pretty good most of the time. Oh, and my hair is growing back. Yay!

Many blessings to you and yours in 2020!

Thursday, December 19, 2019

Merry Christmas, Darlings!

The wonderful bloggers I visit and who visit me are among the most loving, generous, incredible people I know. I wish that I could send Christmas cards...I can peck words out on the keyboard, but writing is a challenge. So is everything I do actually. When one doesn't have much use of the dominant hand...oh my! You should see the wrapping. Hilarious! γƒ„ 

So that is my excuse for not sending Christmas cards this year. I am working on sending e-cards so don't ignore that notice if it should arrive in your inbox. 


Noted on the back: "Christmas 1955 At least the cat took a good picture." Ouch!

Look what I found recently. It is a vintage photo from Christmas 1955. I am almost two years old happily reading my book. The interconnection of family is interesting to note. My grandmother is helping me hold the book, my mother is holding me, and my mother's grandmother is holding her arm. 

Then there are the neighbors. Dear friends. This little boy has been featured on the blog before here and as an adult here (in the collage at the end).


Oh my, it smells good around here. Abby made me a beautiful Maine potpourri with fir, pine, cedar, winterberries, and seashells, so fresh and clean!

 In case my kitchen windowsill is getting boring...My daughter-in-law's kitchen windowsill

Son and family's Living room fireplace and mantel

The grandsons chose this year's tree

Love the vignettes that Michelle creates in vintage suitcases. Note the snowman roasting a marshmallow over the candle.

A favorite print at my sister's home

Sister says that she isn't done. Looks done to me...she has even placed our dad's cap in the tree...unique, meaningful, and fun!

In case, I am not back before December 25, do have a blessed and wonderful day. The Lord is with us and there is nothing better or more worthy of celebrating.