Monday, February 15, 2021

A Letter From a Friend

Laura says February is letter-writing month so I'm writing y'all a letter.  


Hello Dear Friend,
     Just thought I'd drop a line and say Hi.  You said your weather was not so much to your liking.  Well now, you should see what Old Man Winter has in store for us.  I am actually fond of the snow.  I would prefer to stay home and drink tea and bake cookies, but alas I must venture out to what is necessary.  We are encroaching on St. Valentine's Day.  Do you have a sweetheart?  I hung the pendant I made across the bookshelves.  I need to do something different with it, because I can't see the clock.  I only know what time it is by the chimes, or I have to go in and look at the clock on the coffee pot.  Some folks still have their Christmas trees up and have them decorated for Valentine's.  I put our tree out of the house 2 days after Christmas.  It's in the burn pile now.  I certainly wouldn't want to try to dust a tree.
Do you decorate for St. Valentine's Day?  I was thinking about the little cards we used to exchange when we were kids.  They were sure cuter than what was available last time I saw any.  We were careful about which card we gave to which person.  Friends received the "best" ones and those we were only obligated to give to got the ones with a nice wish but no indication of liking them - Egads!  We wouldn't have wanted that.  That sounds so mean now looking back, but as kids, we only felt what we felt.  
     Well, as I said above, we are supposed to be in for some real winter weather.  It's snowing now, and the ground is white.  We were supposed to have some friends over for Valentine's dinner but the weather is keeping them afar.  It's difficult being away from friends and family but good to know they are warm and safe rather than stranded on the edge of a road somewhere between here and nowhere.  The weather will break and the mud will soon be with us.  That's the part I don't care so much for is "mud season."  At least I'm not trying to pack water out to the critters in 5 gallon buckets in it.  That was always the worst. Now we just have Rip's heated water dish to keep full and Hucklebunny's water to defrost and refill morning and night.  She's so funny.  She gets grumpy when her water freezes.  I don't blame her, but it's still funny.
     I stepped aways from this to get supper going and here it is Presidents Day.  We have a couple feet of snow on the ground.  This is the most snow I've seen since we've moved here.  The past two nights in particular were very cold.  We brought Hucklebunny and Rip in the house for the night.  They each have heat lamps and their own houses, but we were concerned it wouldn't be enough.  They didn't seem to mind.  Bunny was ready to go out to her hutch in the morning.  She doesn't like to potty in her carrier.  I've also filled the bird feeder each morning since the snow has fallen.  The little birds are flocked around the house.  The lilac bush has little feathered globes on nearly every branch :-)  Today was slightly warmer but more snow is expected tonight.  Then tomorrow is back to work and is supposed to be 5-10 degrees warmer yet.  Hopefully it will be enough to thaw the roads.  I saw the plow go by earlier so it shouldn't be too bad.  The rigs going by are still driving pretty slow.  
Yesterday, we went skiing for St. Valentine's Day.  I didn't seem to have my "ski legs" on.  They felt like lead so I was sticking to the calm runs and not going crazy.  I don't know the mountain very well so generally just do the couple of runs I'm familiar with.  Well, late in the day, I thought I was going down one of the easier runs and ended up on a run called "ego" because you have to have quite the ego to go down it.  It is narrow and was mogulled out.  Suffice it to say, I should not have been on that run!  I eventually made it down but was wiped out by the time I reached the bottom.  It took me longer to get down that section of the run than it did for me to do a whole run that matches my level (my level being not that great.)  It was still a good day.  It snowed all day and the trees were simply gorgeous.
I could have tried to go into work this morning but not sure how much I would have been able to do with most other businesses closed.  So I stayed home.  I've been trying to work on making a slipper pattern.  I tried 3 different styles and didn't like any of them so am fashioning my own.  I think I've come up with one that will work.  When I get it all worked out, I'll share more about it.  I deep cleaned the kitchen which was very much needed.  I think after supper, I will turn the self-clean cycle on in the oven.  It needs it and produces quite a bit of heat over the course of several hours which might help keep the heater from kicking on quite as much.  Better now than in summer I'm thinking.  I need to go finish up a load of laundry so will try to get this in the mail before I start on the folding.
Hope you are keeping warm my friends.  Would love to hear from you.
Tootles,
Me 
   






Monday, February 1, 2021

Do You Remember?

 Oh it's you~
Well don't stand there in the cold,
do come in where it's warm.

I'm so glad you're here.
Here let's hang your coat to dry.
I have water heating for tea if you'd like to pick a cup.
Isn't the steam rolling over the lip of the cup 
like a promise of flavor to come?
(Source)

We can sit in where it's softer so we can chat.
I was just thinking about something the other day
that I hadn't really thought of for a long time.
Do you remember that magazine you used to get?
I got the same one, and we would compare thoughts
about the particulars.
I was thinking how nice it was looking forward to it.
That sounds silly, I know.
It was nice to get it too,
but the happy anticipation of opening the mailbox
and seeing it inside was the part I was thinking about.
Now 'days, everything is right there, all the time.
We miss out on the anticipation part.
It's kinda sad really.
The other thing is that we kept living in between issues.
Now that's something isn't it?
As much as we enjoyed reading it and scouring the pictures
for treasures and ideas, we still lived our lives.
It seems strange now that there should be something new
every minute of the day.
Makes me wonder.
What do folks look forward to?
And when do they live?
See I warned you, I was thinking.

Well, that thought turned into a rabbit hole
and got me to thinking even more.
You know, I might be just as guilty as the next person.
I see you laughing at me.
Now, don't go and spill your tea.

That magazine doesn't even exist anymore
so I'm not too sure what I should be anticipating,
but I want to live in between.
I figure it'll work itself out along the way.
Something always presents itself
if there's room for it.
I s'pose for now I'm anticipating the living part.
That's flat backwards from how it should be.
Sometimes the getting turned around is the difficult part.
Figuring out which way to go when everything is spinning
can get you off kilter.
Once pointed in the right direction,
it's much easier to proceed. 
Guess that's what I'm trying to do
is get myself turned around.
Just have to get my bearings so I can get going.

Is that so?
Well then, maybe we can both try to get turned around.
We can lend each other a hand.
And if we stumble, we can laugh with each other
while offering that hand.
Then maybe we can discuss the particulars
and look for treasure,
though I'm suspicious it's right here 
in this room with tea and laughter.
Shall we have another cup?
 


(If this post make sense to you~
and if this post makes no sense to you~
Bless you~)

 



Wednesday, December 30, 2020

The Little Everyday Things

 Hello Friendly Folk~
It is apparent that I'm not the only one struggling
to write when our world as it is seems to be in tumbles.
Over the past several weeks, I've started two different posts
but just couldn't finish them.
Blogland has been pretty quiet.
I hope people are finding home and heart.
Christmas was a new experience for so many this year.
When reflected upon,
may it be that kindness is chosen over the many alternatives.
It's been pretty quite at our home also.
We've been fortunate that we've been busy at work.
It's been a crazy, hectic, chaotic year, but we have work
and we are grateful for that.
It's only been the in past few weeks that we've been able
to have our winter evenings.
I love winter evenings~
Though, since the time change I've not slept through the night
more than a handful of nights.
(Things on my mind, I s'pose.)
So my evening activities usually end about 7:30-8PM 
when my eyes begin to water and tell me to go to bed.
We do wake about 4-4:30 so I guess that's eight hours.
I've been able to do a little stitching (finally!) and reading.
If you ever run across a copy of Della T Lutes "The Country Kitchen,"
snatch it up.  It is one of the funniest books I've read in some time.
She does share methods about the foods they prepared and ate,
but she has a knack for telling of the accounts in such a way
that has humored both Mr. LB and me.
When you laugh out loud while reading a book,
you know it's funny.
And right next to my book and glasses is a big hoop
with the quilt I'm quilting on.
This is the one on the hoop.
I told myself I had to quilt 2 quilts before I could start another. 
Did I listen to me?
Nooooo. . . 
Go ahead and roll your eyes at me.
I know.  Bad, bad, me.

I couldn't help myself.
Those Singers are like sea nymphs calling, luring me to stitch. 
I have yet to sew a whole quilt on Birdy.
I don't think you've met Birdy yet.
Here, let me introduce you.
She is a 1940 Singer Featherweight - my youngest Singer.
That's how she got her name.
Isn't she beautiful?
She was a gift from Hubby, and I love her.
(And him too by the way:-).

And go ahead and listen to that.
You can't hear anything can you?
That's one of the things I love about her.
She is soooo quiet and stitches like a dream.
I've only made a few blocks,
but I can't express how much good it did my soul.
I'm replicating a vintage pattern.
I kinda do my own thing so I have measurements like
2 1/8" x a generous 3 3/4".
It really doesn't matter as long as it's consistent.
It's just like cooking "a skosh more" or "just a smidgeon."
Heehee~
The Christmas decorations are gathered and ready to go back into the tote.
The tree will soon be out of the house.
I didn't do a ton this year.
More and more, I am finding that less really is more.
Not just in decorations, but in general.
Before Christmas, I finally went through a box of photos
from my friends who passed in '15 & '16.
I got all that I'm keeping into a very thick album,
sent some to their one living relative, those I thought she might want.
And the rest went into the burn pile.
There were lots of pictures of flowers etc. among the family pictures
so going through them took time.
I think we all have these projects.
I have a tote out in the garage that is full of photos
from when the kids were little.
Once the tree is out of the house, and I haul the Christmas tote out,
I will bring it in and begin going through them.
For some reason, I am feeling the need to get down to those things
that matter in the long run.
I still have a constant donation box though these days
it's slower to fill than it once was.
I still like to call it "editing."
I think I've mentioned that long ago when we were considering down-sizing.
I'm not sure we will ever go much smaller,
but I sure don't mind an empty shelf here or there.
And open space is refreshing.
Speaking of refreshing,
it's about that time~
A fresh new year.
Have you chosen a word of the year yet?
I've done this for several years now.
My 2020 word was "Grace."
God somehow knows what we need, doesn't He?
My word for 2021 is going to be "Flourish."
We don't know what lies ahead, 
but I hope whatever the year brings that I might find a way to flourish.

And for the new year, 
I'd like to wish every one of you a year filled to the brim with blessings.

Until next time~





Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Farmyard Christmas

 Hello dear friends.
I hope you are all enjoying a joyful Christmastime.
We are well here ~ life always seems to have curves.
Blessings yet to discover, right?

I have a Christmas poem to share but want to first share with you~
I wrote this a few years back and haven't shared it with many
since I was "kindly insulted" for it.
The "moral" however is something I feel quite strongly about
having had family killed by a drunk driver going home from mass Christmas eve.
So gentle reader, if you are sensitive to such things,
I mean not to offend.
Feel free to pass over this.
It is meant as an entertaining reminder of something we all know better.


Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the shed
Not a creature was stirring
They were all snug in bed.

The stalls were all made 
With fresh, clean straw
All was in order
Thanks to Pa and Ma.

They knew what Christmas
Was all about
By the end of the day
They were all tuckered out.

The critters were thankful 
And rested their heads
They were all warm and cozy
In their freshly made beds.

When what to their
Sleep eyes should appear
But a chuck wagon loaded down
With grub and gear.

Their eyes popped wide open
And they thought they should dash
As the wagon it landed
With an ear-shattering crash.

The driver was pale
And kinda looked sick
They weren't quite sure
But thought "It might be St. Nick."

A bit stunned and dazed
His team they came to
He kicked and he cursed 
And he hollered "Why you..."

Ricken, Fricken, Dirty, Dyin
Mangy, Mongral, Sonova, Brawl
To heck with ya, heck with ya
Heck with y'all.

As a drunken sailor
Who's just come ashore
He stumbled and fell
And broke through the door.

The animals were stunned
They were really quite shaken
This wasn't St. Nick
They were surely mistaken.

He fell near the cow
But the bull quickly stepped in
With a mighty Kapow!
He set him a-spin.

He lit in the grain
By the grace of a horn
Half-witted, in stupor
All covered in corn.

The mule took a turn
With nary a care
Offering two hind feet
Sent him high in the air.

Pa heard the ruckus
And jumped out of bed
He said, grabbing his gun
"You'll wish you were dead."

He could see out the window
By the moon's yellow tinge
It must be St. Nick
On a holiday binge.

They ran to the shed
And found oh what a sight
St. Nick in his long-handles
Running off in the night.

Now everything might not be 
Just as it seem
Pa and Ma got a new wagon
And an eight horse team.

St. Nick, he was lucky
He got out alive
And the moral of course is
Don't drink and drive.



Wishing you all a very blessed and merry Christmas
and much kindness and laughter in the year to come.