April 23, 2014

  • Report

    No poem tonight, just a report on my husband’s progress. We went to see the surgeon today. He was very happy with what he saw and heard. Hubby is allowed to drive (he’s been driving for 2 weeks), and lift whatever he wants to. He also doesn’t have to take coumadin anymore. Yay!!!!!!! However, he’s on a low fat, low salt, diabetic diet. He does OK with that. He’s not a sugar-holic like I am. He also has to continue cardio-therapy 3 times a week.

    Here are a few pictures from Easter Sunday of the youngest members of the family.

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    Pretty girl. She didn’t get to go outside and hunt eggs this year……..next year she will.

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    This was his first year to hunt eggs.

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    Here his is with his mom. These two are not the youngest. We just learned that day that he will have a baby brother or sister in early December. Our family keeps growing.

     

     

April 22, 2014

  • Easter Eggs

    Hard-boiled eggs, hard-boiled eggs.
    Hide them in the garden, hide them in the sun,
    Hide them in the cabbage patch, hide them every one.
    Hard-boiled eggs, hard-boiled eggs.
    Find them in the garden, find them in the sun,
    Find them in the cabbage patch, find them every one!
    Red ones, green ones, blue ones and purple.
    You find the blue ones, I’ll find the burple.

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    When our oldest son was little (about 50 years ago) he couldn’t say purple. He always said burple.
    We hide real eggs, as I figure the little ones have already had enough candy by the time they get to our house.

April 21, 2014

  • Joys of Gardening

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    Ahh, Tomatoes! Yum yum!

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    Curses! Foiled again.

    P.S. Tomato worms do not like soapy water. We would rather drown them than touch them, or squish them under our feet. Yuck.

April 19, 2014

  • I Am

    Jesus said:

    I am the bread of life.

    I am the light of the world.

    I am the good shepherd.

    I am the way, the truth and the life.

    I am the Resurrection and the Life!

     

    All quotes are taken from the book of John in the New Testament.

    Happy Easter to all.  He is risen!

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April 18, 2014

  • Cabin Fever

    Sorry, I am still stuck on cabins.

    Once upon a time…….back in 1971 while we were on furlough from Africa,   some friends from church asked if we would like to go stay in their cabin in the High Sierras.

    Would we?  Of course we would!  And so we drove there, hubby and me and 4 young-uns.                                                                      When we got there we were amazed!  The “cabin” had 2 bedrooms and a bath upstairs;  Downstairs there was a bedroom, bath, laundry room, kitchen, dining area and sunken living room.  There were beautiful paintings on the walls (the husband was an artist.)  There was even a grand piano in the living room!

    The living room windows were floor to ceiling and wall to wall, overlooking the forest with lots of pine trees, and a creek that ran at the bottom of a gentle hill.  We thought we’d died and gone to Heaven.

    I don’t have any pictures of that cabin, but I do have a picture of an African house, which Americans would probably consider a cabin.  I think an artist must have lived in this cabin too.

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April 14, 2014

  • Whew!

    I just finished cleaning the refrigerator, after I cooked dinner and washed dishes.  Now I am tired.  The reason I had to clean it is that tomorrow we have to go pick up 40 lbs of ground beef that I’ve already paid for.  I’ve bought meat before from a company called Zaycon, and we’ve been very happy with it.  It’s not cheap, but it is less than the equivalent in stores.  Grass fed, free range, organic, all that good stuff.  So far we’ve only tried the chicken breasts and ground beef.  I wanted to have space in the frig in case I don’t get it all wrapped and frozen tomorrow.  So now I have most of 2 shelves free.  Yay!  It’s amazing what you find in a frig that hasn’t been cleaned in awhile.  No pictures, and no details.

    In other news, my daughter phoned to tell me her 4 year old daughter has head lice.  I remember those days.  Glad they are over, at least for me.-

    Do you ever turn your keyboard over and shake it to get the crumbs out?  I really shouldn’t eat at the computer.  Good night.  Hope y’all sleep well tonight.  I plan to.

April 13, 2014

  • Signs of Spring

    Two days ago my grand-daughter and I took our first walk of 2014.

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    See, the grass is green!!!  Do you see the “hillbilly” mail box? It broke when it was still quite new. My mother gets LOADS of catalogs and packages, which is probably why it broke. Anyway, I fastened it together with duct tape. Every year I have to put more tape on it.

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    My son-in-law has been working on his boat and getting it all ready for fishing.

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    My neighbor on the corner hung her wash on the line for the first time this year.

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    Neighbor children enjoying a trampoline.

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    Buds on the maple tree.Pretty soon the little whirlygigs will be all over the porch.

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    Tulip leaves.

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    Ducks doing hi-jinks on the pond.

    P.S. This is not a poem, but I did use the word hi-jinks..

April 12, 2014

  • Finally…a poem?

    Cabin Fever

    When I’m 96 will I have cabin fever?
    My mother does, and she’s 96.
    I’m 76 and can get out and go when I want to.
    Mother can’t.
    She has to wait for me to take her.
    She has to wait until she feels strong enough.
    Then she has to get dressed.
    Her usual nightie and robe won’t do for going out.
    I should be more sympathetic than I am.
    If I live to be 96,
    I’ll find out what cabin fever really is.

    I don’t know if that’s a poem or not, but there it is. I wonder what everyone else will write about?
    Janet could write about an old cabin on the beach. Aloysius’Son could tell us about the fever that he had that drove him to build a cabin in the woods. Carolyn could tell us about real cabins that people live in in the Philippines, made of trash and stuff. Jill might take a picture of a little cabin in the antique mall (they must have at least one.) Murisposis could tell about finding a cache near a cabin. Frank could show us a picture of Rusty peeing on the wall of a cabin. Hehehee. This is fun. I’d better quit before I get myself in trouble.

April 11, 2014

  • Company

    Our company has all left, at least for now.  We wonder who will come next.  We like to make our guests feel at home.

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    Johnny was our first pastor when we were married. When we went to Africa, he and his family left Seal Beach, Calif. and went to Simi Valley. After several years there they moved to Alaska where he pastored a church in Eagle River near Anchorage. I think they were there 17 years. Now they have lived for 15 years in Alabama, since Johnny’s aunt died, and left him a house and a ranch. He’s a little older than we are, in his early 80′s. His health has not been good ever since he and his tractor had an argument with a semi. The semi won, though the driver turned it on it’s side trying to avoid hitting the tractor. Johnny’s biggest regret now is that the Dr. will not let him ride his horses. Notice that he wears his boots, even while he’s taking a nap.
    Sometime I should write a post about interesting pastors I have known.

April 6, 2014

  • No Poems

    If I weren’t so busy, I might try to write a poem or two.  We’re still trying to get hubby’s meds adjusted……….coumadin to keep his blood thin, pills for blood pressure and diabetes.  Tomorrow we both go for coumadin checks.  Also, tomorrow is his birthday.  The friends who are staying with us will be back from a few days in Mich. tomorrow.  Meanwhile, some other old friends just left today.  They were here while the others were gone.  I’ve been washing sheets and towels a lot.  Just thankful for an automatic washer and dryer.  I can remember when I was little, we had a wringer washer and some clotheslines.   I was always afraid of the wringer.  One of my friends broke her arm in one.  We had one in Africa too.  I showed the man who worked for us how to use it, so I didn’t have to.  We only washed clothes once a week there, and then only when the generator was running.  One of the other missionary ladies had 4 boys who wet their beds a lot.  She told me she just hung the sheets on the clothesline in the sunshine.  If it happened to rain, so much the better.  Hope the next week is good for all of us.  I’m enjoying reading your poems, even if I don’t always comment.