Friday, January 28, 2011
What Is Your Work Worth Per Hour?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Another Day in January
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
A Day In January
Also this morning I chatted with our SIL about our daughter who has been having a difficult pregnancy. They live in Thailand and we live in United States. I should not have to explain what the first sentence has to do with the second! You might say that even though I am not usually a worrier ; I am worried about them.
And later this morning I took our daughter to the dentist to find out that not only does she need a retainer; she needs fillings... galore. I feel like a dud mom sometimes.
These are my bundles to carry today; to Jesus...over and over.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Sunday Supper
We all got a kick out of using the knife that Gabe forged from an old railroad spike picked up off the Tuskobia State Trail over by Clarks. Brad says he wants one of his own, Gabe, if you're in the mood to make another. "It was my spike." he informed us. Here is how he does it.
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Homemade Noodles
When my friend called me last week and asked me if I'd like to help make noodles; I had no idea I was going to come home with six bread bags of a finished product. When I arrived at her house yesterday morning she had a large yellow lump of dough resting in her bakery waiting to be processed into noodles. |
If any of my readers has one of these nifty little machines hiding way back there in the kitchen closet and you'd like to sell it to me...Comment please, and let me know.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Filibustering
I recall the bedtime routines. You send the children to bed. The story has been read, the snack has been eaten, and the prayers have been said.
“Mom, I needa go potty.” I don’t know a parent on earth who ignores this one. It could be real you know.
“Don’t forget to get a drink while you’re at it,” You say hoping you’ve thought of everything. So you wait patiently for the footfalls down the stairs and back up the stairs to end in a second or third bed-going.
And the art isn’t forgotten by the time they’re teenagers. It’s quite honed by this time…into more like what happens in Congress. Talking for hours: with their friends at slumber parties instead of sleeping, on email instead of chores, and with Mom and Dad instead of going to bed at night. What’s so novel about filibustering, pray tell!
Friday, January 7, 2011
A Post About Whatever Is Happening Around Here
My Journal Of This Week So Far…
Slightly More Than The Usual Entry
Just For Practice
I woke before dawn. I could see the stars out my window even without my glasses. The feather tick had slipped again and I was cold. I tugged and got some back. Elv threw his covers back in the startling cold and tramped downstairs to stash wood in that old barrel stove. It was important to stave off some of that
The chill was off the house by eight or so and Elv fried eggs for our breakfast. We settled in our chairs in the living room with our Bibles for a couple hours. I was looking for a phrase we had been hearing lately. The search led me in a rather thorough perusal of the four Gospels. If you sit and read every word of Jesus in one setting, it helps to see Who He IS a new way. Do it sometime.
By
As was the day with Herb and Susan. We had a long afternoon of visiting. The temperature was around zero as we left the house to head back to our cabin. The snow crunched underfoot while our flashlight made a moving pool of light just ahead of our feet on the whiteness. There’s nothing quite like walking through the starry darkness through the woods in winter.
Elv and Lance went to the regular Monday evening firemen’s meeting. Elv came home solving…again. He woke at
Frank’s friend Charity arrived at our house before supper. She is home for Christmas break from her job as nanny in
Elv had a meeting with LaMar. He slept better for a change. I’m glad.
The day turned into a day for others, pretty well, what with Evangeline’s children here and running errands. There was no time to write, read, and work on the puzzle that lives on the coffee table. Since I had two extra boys at my disposal I made a deal with Lance that we’d go scrape the snow off the rink if he would flood it. He is on the fire department and has the use of a tanker to haul the water for that job. So I took three boys over to plow. We have two new barn scrapers that work perfectly for getting rid of a couple inches of snow. It just takes some time. But I had Jaden, The Innovator with me so he rigged up a way to plow with the homemade goalie box. That took two boys to push,(Brad, The Dreamer and Jaden) which left me and George, The Persevere-er to each use a scraper. It takes all kinds to make a world, they say. When we got home I had a few minutes to sit with the two little girls and scrapbook before Evangeline showed up to take them home again. It was a good day. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that Brad’s helicopter came today. We ordered it for him for his 12th birthday. It has the most amazing propensity to fly smack into ankles and around corners behind the wood stove almost out of reach.
This evening Elv and I are planning to go down to
Always more later.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Moving On
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