This That and the Other

It was a quiet weekend. I kept busy with tidying the house, doing the laundry, and baking. I chose the cupcakes Susan so kindly gave us the recipe for a few weeks ago and practiced frosting them. 

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A friend tells me that I need a lot more frosting to get a full piping effect.


Time was also spent in the sewing room. One project completed and the other completed with troubles. So like me! I seem to have a tea cozy that won't fit even my smallest tea pot. How'd I manage that?! 

↓As for the bowl cozy...used all year round in the microwave for easy removal of hot food and protecting hands from hot bowls and/or for protecting hands from cold ice cream bowls...I'm showing one little tip. If one quilts it a bit, ironing is not necessary. I dislike ironing bowl cozies. 

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Finally, I must have watched this little video 25 times. It makes me howl with laughter. You may well have already seen it as it went viral in 2013 and again last fall. (I live under a rock, which explains why I hadn't seen it until recently.) This is a real couple married over 50 years. His name is Jack; her name is Sonja. His line is "baked in a buttery, flaky crust." Can he say it? Not on his life. Sonja is definitely over invested in his success.  There's a hilarious ironic twist in the end. I watch it one time and just focus on Jack. The next time, I focus on Sonja. So funny! Let me know if you've seen it (I want to know how far under the rock I am). I saw someone in Missouri claiming this video...nice try, but these two are quintessential Mainers eating at a truck stop that I love.


Thanks for popping in. Have a wonderful day!

You're Here

Two very different songs from two different perspectives have provided me with much to think about this Advent season.

One is Joseph's Song by Michael Card. I have loved this one for years. Now Scripture does not tell us what Joseph was thinking the night Jesus was born, but in this song we get an idea of what may have been going on in his thoughts.

Joseph's Song

How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be

Lord I know He's not my own
Not of my flesh, not of my bone
Still Father let this baby be
The son of my love

Father show me where I fit into this plan of yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God
Lord for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a king, How can I raise a king
He looks so small, His face and hands so fair
And when He cries the sun just seems to disappear
But when He laughs it shines again
How could it be


Michael Card

The second is You're Here by Francesca Battistelli from Mary's point of view. Mary seems to be aware of future events...that sword that would pierce her soul. How much she comprehended that night, I do not know. We know that she pondered things and we also know that life was just so ordinary that she and Joseph pretty much forgot who Jesus really was that time at the temple...it is easy to forget when life is _______.

You're Here 

Hold on now, I gotta take a deep breath

I don't know what to say when I look in your eyes

You made the world before I was born

Here I am holding You in my arms tonight

Noel, Noel, Jesus our Emmanuel

You're here, I'm holding You so near

I'm staring into the face of my Savior, King and Creator

You could've left us on our own, but You're here

Don't know how long I'm gonna have You for

But I'll be watching when You change the world

Look at Your hands, they're still so small

Someday You're gonna stretch them out and save us all

Noel, Noel, God with us Emmanuel

You're here, I'm holding You so near

I'm staring into the face of my Savior, King and Creator

You could've left us on our own, but you're here… you're here

Someday I'm gonna look back on this

The night that God became a baby boy

Someday You're gonna go home again,

But You leave your spirit and flood the world with joy

You'll be here, I'm holding You so near

I'm staring into the face of my Savior, King and Creator

You could've left me on my own, but you're here… You're here

Hallelujah… You're here… Hallelujah... You're here

by Francesca Battistelli

Your thoughts?