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  Noreen 3:08 pm on April 1, 2020 Permalink  

  Boon Lake – Part 4 

  We are farmers in Boon Lake Township!  I am not sure, but looking back we must have had more than 24 hours in each day! 

  There was a bit of a pasture across the driveway to the southeast.  It had fencing around it with a bit of a hut.  Maybe calves were summered over in that area.  The fence was taken down just enough to get the Oliver 70 and the plow in that area and we had us a garden spot.  Man oh man it took work to get the sod broken up with a piece of a drag pulled behind.  When a farm is bought out and those owners move to town, lots of goodies are left behind.

  Can the scent of newly turned soil carry to lengths?  Most be!  Orlin’s brother and his family from Wilmer arrived shortly and the plan was to make the garden bigger so Elroy could have a potato patch.  Elroy’s had four children and everyone kicked in and that soil became mellow, just right for planting a garden.  For our part, we were in mind for several tomato plants, cucumbers, radishes, etc.  It went from plan A to plan Z in a heartbeat.  For the most part it all worked out.  Elroy’s residential lot in Wilmer was small and who doesn’t want to see a family enjoy fresh produce from the gardens.  I was home all week and I made sure our pantry and my canning jars were filled before a weekend came along.  First come . . . first served.

  It was quite often that a meal during the weekend went from Orlin and I to a sit-down of six . . . can’t forget number seven . . . infant Carrie.  It would be quite the jumble to work in our usual farm chores whether there were extras around to have a meal or not.  Livestock gets on a schedule that has nothing to do with meal times and the livestock won out as that is where the cash came from to run the farm.  

  It was amazing how a routine settles in on a farm.  Dad was still needed for advice but the day-to-day labor was on Orlin and I and . . . we handled it.  When the sows farrowed, our bed times were adjusted to be out in the pig barn to make sure all the little piglets were shuffled out of the way of restless sows.  Orlin had done a great job of making wooden farrowing crates out of used lumber.  The sow had enough room to turn around for water and feed, while the wee ones were protected by scooting under the partitions until nursing time for them.  Heat lamps hanging over those protected areas . . . how could they not snuggle up under them.

  We may have missed out on some social things with the Schafer families as most of them were W2 form workers.  Their evening weekend hours were quite different from our’s.  The Holsteins came first.  Orlin’s folks . . . Art and Esther enjoyed coming out on a weekend . . . sitting under the shade trees on the west side of the house and taking everything in.  Art would cross this palms across his broad chest and may catch a snooze.  Esther would have her little plastic ice cream bucket filled with crochet thread and crank out the stitches row by row.  Sweet.

  ——- to be continued.

  Today is April 1, 2020, and I am making good headway on a quilt top.  About three this afternoon, I shut down the sewing studio to ride shotgun as Dennis and I took care of a few errands around town.  Most of them being done at drive-up windows at the utility drop box, the bank’s drive-up and the Lewis Drug drive-up.  It is the new routine.  The lights are on but no one has doors open.  I couldn’t wait to take my walk.  I usually do it in the morning, but I am trying to put in a goodly amount of stitching.  The wind was strong from the south and southeast.  

  I have had one great day!  I look forward to another one tomorrow.

   
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  Noreen 2:24 pm on March 31, 2020 Permalink  

  Boon Lake Township – Part 3 

  In the early portion of 1966 and in short time, we were a well rounded farm.  The cows were milking, the sows were farrowing, and there were lambs under heat lamps.  Bring on the rest of what a farm needs.  

  Carrie was thriving on rice cereal and beginning to get table food.  Orlin and I were weary enough each night to fall in a coma to rest for the next day.  Orlin was 29 and I had just turned 22.  Oh for the stamina of the young.  Orlin’s long time friend Ted Skolberg, with Hector roots, farmed just down the road from us.  It was great moral support.  Sharon and I had been in 4-H together in years past.

  What’s a farm without chickens!  Orlin boxed off a small portion of the chicken house so we could keep the baby chicks under heat lamps until they were large enough to grow pin feathers to help with body heat.  Mom shared duck eggs from their Mallard ducks, complete with the clucks to sit on the eggs for hatching.  Man, those were nasty clucks.  In one of the small corn cribs, each cluck had their own box with eight to ten duck eggs under them.  I have no idea how Mom knew which of their chickens had cluck tendencies.  I would imagine when it was time to gather eggs, there were a few of those chickens that would peck the hand day after day that was gathering eggs.  Each cluck had a piece of twine on loosely tied to one of their legs.  They could get out of the box and get to water and feed before allowing the eggs to cool off.  Was the twine necessary . . . I doubt it.  Their focus was sitting on eggs. 

  Orlin scored a grinder mixer from Hoverstein’s for a whopping $75.00.  It’s first stop was Dad’s as it needed some welding and a once over for a few parts.  It sure saved Orlin’s day and time when we could put it out from the double corn crib rather than being on the road back and forth from Mom and Dad’s.  We were becoming more self sufficient . . . down on the farm.  

  The auction house was now being visited to purchase some machinery for the spring field work.  There was a lot of advice that Orlin took from Dad in regard to preparing fields and where and what needed to be planted and who to contact for seed.  There was eighty acres with the farmstead and pasture and eighty acres across the county road to make up the 160 acres.  Our first year of planting was done with a fair amount of rust being worn off of used equipment.  A used Oliver 70 was our first tractor.  It could handle a four bottom plow.  We were able to fill out what we needed and also borrowing from Dad and Ted to get the crop in.  Then came the wait and see.  Imagine watching beans coming up in a garden and expand that to a 40 acre track of beans.  Yup wait and see.

  —— to be continued.

  Yup, I have another year under my elastic waist band.

  So where in the heck did 76 year go!  Is it scary when one doesn’t feel one’s age?  It is either optimism or stubbornness.  I believe determination is where it is all at.

  I am taking a break from sewing on the new quilt project.  When My nephew Larry and his wife Jennifer reached out and asked if I would finish a quilt for Jennifer’s mother, how could I not.  Jennifer’s mother, Rita, is ill and her time is short.  Rita would appreciate it if this small quilt could be finished for Rita to give to Larry’s daughter.  The blocks that Rita had cut up were printed feed sacks from Jennifer’s grandmother.  Why not!  

  Dennis’ daughter is a nurse in New Ulm and is working hard shifts with all that is going on.  Like everyone else who works in the health world, she asked if I would sew masks.  Well, in checking things out, not all homemade masks are a good thing. Today Dennis went shopping.  In the parts store he found one box of 50 face masks of the formed pellon.  Dennis announced this afternoon that we are making a trip to Mankato where Sandy lives and deliver the masks.  I am going to make a stop at Hy-Vee for a few things.  Wow!  An actual road date.

  I am having a perfect birthday.  What makes it perfect is that I heard both of my children’s voices.  Priceless.  Not as sweet as being able to touch them with a hug, but it was wonderful.  My Aunt Janet . . . it never fails.  She remembers me each year.  Special!  I am well on my way to the next adventure that my days may bring, while keeping a level head, staying upright and open minded.

   
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  Noreen 3:15 pm on March 30, 2020 Permalink  

  Hmm 

  When we think that our days are planned and secure . . . Not!

  It is known that I like my fuzz and threads.  Today came a knock on the front door.  Most people know we don’t use our front door.  The mailman brought a good challenge. I have been given a request and a challenge.   A quilt has been started and now help is needed to finish it.

  There is no way I could refuse.  Within what was left with me is a bag of cut out pieces of fabric with enough uncut yardage to finish the quilt from top to bottom.  I did relay to the sender that I would clear up what I had started in the sewing studio and then tackle the project.  There is a timeline.  I knew that when the sender received an email that the package had been delivered, a thankful, grateful smile was had knowing that the project was in good hands.

  I was just about to take my walk when the mailman had knocked.  I did put the bag in the sewing studio and I opened the bag.  Where the kit had been purchased was inside the bag but with no pattern.  I took just enough time to pull up the website of the well known Missouri Star quilt company and found a photo of what the piece of paper indicated the pattern was.  After I printed off a photo of what the finished quilt would look like, I did take my walk.  I knew I had to get my mindset cleared.  

  Dennis and I had lunch and he gave me thumbs up on my new project. He gave me credit for helping someone that had no one else to turn to.  I took time to tidy up in the sewing studio before I started a new project.  It always goes better when the old has been tidied and organized and there is a fresh slate. 

  The towel I had stitched yesterday has now been pressed.  This had been my first free-form stitching whereby I had decided what smaller designs I would download and put together for a complete block of being stitched.  I had one spot that could have had either the individual designs placed differently or resized them to fill an empty spot.  Guess what!  The Fairfax button tree was visited and I found a button that replicated a purple pansy.  Do buttons belong on towels, not usually.  This towel will most likely be handled as a mini wall hanging in a bathroom.  I feel thankful for my God-given creativity.  I also ask God to help me through the next phase of that creativity in helping someone else.  

  The sun is out and warm temps will help everyone feel hopeful for what the week may hold.

   
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  Noreen 2:21 pm on March 29, 2020 Permalink  

  Boon Lake Township – Part Two 

  Early months in 1966, Orlin and Dad were busy.  We were moved onto the farm in Boon Lake township.  The house was in great shape.  I kept busy taking each room at a time. Using some elbow grease, soap and water, spring cleaning was in full force.  Carrie was a good baby and with her in her plastic chair, she went wherever I was in the house or outside.  They didn’t have the cushy infant seats as they do now.  It virtually was a molded piece of plastic with a bit of a cushion in it.  With two grandmas there was no shortage of warm blankets. 

  With Dad’s help we had a line of credit at the Gibbon bank to get us going.  Dad and Orlin were busy going to farm auctions to purchase livestock.  The dairy barn on the place was in fair condition and the sale of the farm from the previous owners included all the milking equipment.  We started out with ten milk cows and eventually filled the barn to its capacity of eighteen.  There was one empty calf pen in the barn.  The sales barn in Hutchinson was visited by Dad and Orlin to purchase hay to get us through the first cutting of alfalfa.  Dad knew the sellers and Dad knew a good price when he heard one. There was one field that had alfalfa as a carry over and then the sales barn purchases would be history. 

  Dad came over for every morning milking and Dad and sometimes my brother, Michael, came over for the evening milking.  Orlin had never milked a cow in his life.  It took a week or so and we were doing the milking solo.  A learning experience beyond belief.  Every morning Clara Luthans would be at the farm to pick up the milk cans full of milk from the cooler, take the full ones and leave the empty ones.  Clara always took time to give encouragement.  That gal slung full milk cans as if they were filled with air.

  I had no problem helping out with getting the milkers washed up after each milking.  I had done it as a child living on Mom and Dad’s farm.  I came in handy for cleaning the gutters as well.  Until the cows could be left out in the pasture, it was cleaning gutters twice a day.  Carrie and I took the pitch fork duty.  Bundling Carrie up after she had been fed and had dry diapers, she would be good for several hours napping in the feed bunk of the calf pen that was empty.  Orlin needed to go to Dad’s to borrow the feed grinder once a week.  As it was, there was ear corn left in one of the corn cribs. That coupled with concentrate from the Hutchinson elevator kept the cows milking to their capacity . . . once they were assured that the young fellow milking them knew what he was doing.  Orlin’s time in between milkings was getting the hog barn ready so some sows could be purchased at the sales barn that would be coming on board ready to farrow. 

  We had also inherited the sheep from the previous owners.  Even I was not up to speed on taking care of sheep, so we soon learned together as it was apparent there would be a lambing season coming up.  Get out the heat lamps!

  Needless to say the first three months of 1966 were busy as there was “Farming 101” going on non stop.  Lots of things to get under control before the spring field work started.

  —— to be continued at some time.

  Yesterday I had experimented with a simplistic digitization program I had purchased from my Bernina people in Bird Island several years ago. In the past I have made up my own phrases on projects to stitch out.  I can also download certain designs from collections that had been purchased and regroup them for a project to be stitched out.  That was my current quest.  The towel I had photographed earlier was completed, ready to stitch from the collection.  I had wanted to take the frame of that project and make up my own design to stitch.  It was a lesson in patience.  Placing each aspect onto the area and getting it sized to work out took a few tries.  As I am typing the finished stitched project is in a tub of water getting the stabilizer soaked off.  I almost screwed up the entire thing as the last item to stitch was the bug.  I had shrunk it down a bit too much as at some point the stitches did not reduce as much as I thought they had.  I bypassed several of the embellished overlays on the wings.  It would have been pounded into a mess.  So much for creativity.  If you don’t try you can’t succeed.  Tomorrow the towel will have dried for a posting of it. 

  Needless to say the world around us on Stauffer Avenue is very quiet, but we find ways to keep ourselves centered and balanced.  It’s going to be a great new week with many positives.  Save the best and leave the rest.

   
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  Noreen 1:52 pm on March 28, 2020 Permalink  

  Harken Back to Boon Lake Township Days – Part One 

  It was weather such as we are having today . . . wet and damp that we had closed the chapter of moving from Beaver Falls and being a hired beef cattle couple to being owners of a farm in the beginning months of 1966. It began in January of 1966 and finalized in March 1966.

  Dad, Raymond Wendlandt, had realized that a 160 acre farm was up for sale in the first portion of 1966 several sections from where my folks farmed.  We had been approached in the early winter of 1965 if we would be interested in taking on the responsibility.  Breathless!  That is how Orlin and I spent the last days of 1965.  Orlin and I would be purchasing the farm on a contract for deed from my parents.

  It was a lot to think on.  We had to give notice to Orlin’s sister and her husband that we would be leaving their farm and moving onto our own.  The news was accepted with grace and they were happy that we would have a chance to improve ourselves. 

  What had cinched the decision for Orlin and I was that Carrie had gotten quite sick.  Carrie was born in October of 1965 and by early December she was having a hard time keeping her formula down.  She was too young for solid foods and she was loosing from her birth weight.  Good old Doc Anderson in Hector had gotten on top of the problem.  The water needed to be tested at Beaver Falls.  It came back as having high levels of nitrates.  Did we feel like horrible parents or what!  It was a spring fed well.  We were living in the midst of farm land.  Farm land that was challenged with fertilizers and additives for more production.  Though we changed out to bottled water immediately, the lasting effects for Carrie would be unknown. 

  Doc Anderson put her on a heavy dose of Phenobarbital for a short time to slow down the pyloric vomiting.  After a month, the dose was lessened but was constant.  We headed into the new year with a baby that was gaining weight and on rice cereal, all the while keeping an eye on Carrie’s health.  

  We were preparing for the move to the Boon Lake Township farm beginning in January of 1966.  The target date to be moved and have livestock on board was March. Ironically, I new this farm from stem to stern.  My best friend all through rural country school, Marith Kurth and her family lived on this farm. Marith’s parents were retiring and moving into Hutchinson. 

  —————— to be continued.

  Today on Stauffer Avenue the day is feeling cold and damp.  I have begun a project in the sewing studio.  It is a lengthy stitching project.  I know that I am running the sewing machine at a slow rate.  I have also found out that if I want to finish the stitching with a break in between time, the machine can be set on “eco” and finished perhaps tomorrow.  Time will tell.

  It wasn’t raining this morning and we each knew we had agendas for the day.  Dennis put up a hook on the attic stairs for me to put my little shop vac’s hose on.  Easy for me to get down the lengthy hose and out of the way while the vac settles in on the attic steps.  I do enjoy having that vac so close at hand.  I am not a fan of carrying items up and down the basement steps that are as clumsy as a vac and hose.

  I got my Saturday cleaning done and headed out for a walk as it was beginning to drizzle.  As I rounded the corner for home, I saw that Dennis had taken down the swing from the huge Maple tree.  He had mentioned yesterday that the rope didn’t look any too safe anymore. For now, we no longer have wee ones to push on the swing and if a neighbor happened to use it, we would feel horrible if the rope broke and there might be an injury.

  Dennis has agreed to having brussel sprouts for supper.  I added the incentive that we had some grated cheese that could be added.  The sprouts will be added to chicken and some mashed potatoes.  Sounds good for a meal on a chilly  and wet day.

   
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  Noreen 2:31 pm on March 26, 2020 Permalink  

  Overload 

  The news media is on an overload with what is, what if, and mindless questions where there can be no quick answers.

  When we fed the deer, Dennis had put a bale of hay under our large Maple tree and then would each day sprinkle shell corn with the bale.  That was over and above the pans of corn on the patio.  What happened under the Maple tree is that the pavers that we have had there to shelter hosta plants were trampled.  Many were pushed out of place.  As of today,  Dennis has them all back where they were . . . pre-deer.  More pavers needed to be taken out so the dirt could be worked and would again allow each paver to sit properly.  A job well done.  Each day Dennis finds a project that was needed to be addressed.  The lopper day ended with all the fallen branches over the winter being cut in to small lengths that are ready to be burned in his fire ring when they dry out.

  As I posted yesterday I had a finished embroidered design.  I looked at it last night, I looked at it this morning.  It wasn’t my best end result.  I had decided to suck it up and go on to finding something else to do.  What I had not expected was to open one of my stashes and find a piece of purple fabric that spoke to me.  The pattern on the fabric replicated, in purple, the stalks and blossoms of the Lavender within the stitching.  I cut off the hemmed bottom and sewed on a cuff of my stash fabric.  Yup!  It did all come together.

  The sun can’t decide to shine.  It is a crappy week of it being gray with intermittently rain showers.  This morning I pulled out a heavier jacket for my walk than I have had one in prior days.

  Let’s hear it for Friday coming down the pike.  So much unsettled news, but Friday will prevail and bring a feeling of well-being and the encouragement to take on another week after rejuvenating over the weekend.

   
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  Noreen 2:03 pm on March 25, 2020 Permalink  

  Brr! 

  Talk about how chilly a 50 degree plus day can feel.  It would not surprise me if we had snow on the ground tomorrow morning.  I didn’t stop to take in any landscape viewing this morning during my walk.  I can tell how much less traffic there is out and about.  Worker bees in our small businesses are sitting in their homes wondering if and when the next shoe will fall with the virus.  

  We . . . on the other hand, always seem to find something to burn up the day.  Today, Dennis has the sump pump out and he has begun draining his very own swamp, aka: the Koi pond.  I know as the water level lowers there will be all sorts of leaves, branches and even garbage that managed to find its way into the pond.  As it is downright raw outside, he is keeping an eye on things through the slider patio doors.  All three cats were standing vigilant at the door taking in the project.  It’s too cold for them to trot out into the yard, but they love sitting in front of an open doorway.   

  Yesterday I whiled away the day working with sizing an embroidery design.  I did get it reduced from a 10″ square to 8½” project to fit into the hoop for embroidery.  That reduction reduced the number of stitches from 98,200 to 76,000 stitches.  I was curious as to how things would play out.  It played out to the tune of taking the full six hours.  In between swapping out thread colors,  I actually got quite a few thing taken care of around the house.  It all stitched out without a hitch.  No needle breaking, no bunching up of threads or thread breaking.  I had a terry towel to work with, with this experiment.  I applied a square of cotton fabric to the towel and all the stitches were stitched onto the cotton, then through to the terry towel and then onto the stabilizer on the back of the towel.  The photo of the towel is as it is drying, after being dunked into warm water to take the stabilizer off of the back of the towel.  With such dense stitching I am pleased that it isn’t all puckered and scrunched.  After it is dry, I will take an iron to it for a final pressing.  It will be an experiment that I most likely will not commit to again in the near future.  It was time consuming considering it will most likely hang as a decoration in the bathroom.  Nothing ventured, nothing known.  Curiosity needs to be fed periodically. 

  Dennis picked up on the news last night that even the CPAP machines such as he uses each night could be considered a respirator for people in need of hospital care when tested positive.  Desperate times bring innovation to the fore front. 

  Take it easy on the remaining days of this week.  I have it on good authority that spring is just around the corner . . . so says all the song birds that accompanied me on my walk this morning.

   
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  Noreen 1:59 pm on March 24, 2020 Permalink  

  Gray with a Mist 

  It can’t decide if it was to sleet, rain or snow.  Bundling up for the walk, I tried to cover myself for any of the above weather conditions. 

  When we had the little red pickup serviced at Jiffy Lube a while back, they told us of an oil leak that needed to be checked out.  With the virus and us staying in town much of the time, we did get an appointment at our service guy, Rod.  He had four full time fellows employed.  He is manning his shop on his own right now.  He did tell Dennis that some people that had appointments called and cancelled.  He appreciated the cancellations rather than have the work done, the parts replaced and then not having them able to pay the bill.  The pickup needed to be out at the shop at eight this morning.

  Dennis entertained in the patio porch in lieu of McDonald’s being closed.  We had donuts and coffee on board.  At noon when the last of the guests left, Dennis came down into the sewing studio to let me know that his pickup was ready to be picked up from the shop.  As I drove Dennis to the shop all sorts of dollar signs were going off in my head. 

  When Dennis came home in the pickup with checkbook and invoice in hand I was curious.  The differential pinion seal needed to be removed and replaced on the front axle.  Rod also replaced a stabilizer front sway bar.  I read over the invoice and truth to be told, I am not up on what either of these items were.  I was amazed the bill was not any higher than the $264.86 it was.  It is comforting to know that when we want to be mobile we have a reliable pickup to do it in and that we have people here in our town to take care of what we need.

  I am camped out in the sewing studio.  I spent time this morning dinking around with resizing an embroidery design.  It is part of a collection that I purchased on eBay.  The one design that struck my cord was to stitch out at 10″ x 10″.  The largest hoop that Bernina has is eight and a half by fifteen.  The HP computer has a Bernina software package on it that allows for such dinking.  The design was reduced to 83% and it is stitching as I am typing.  I will let you know tomorrow how it all turns out.  I don’t run my machine at a high speed with embroidery.  It is telling me that the 75,000 aitches will take six hours. 

  I have no plans and in between time I have backed up both of our computers, gotten some homemade soup out of the freezer for supper and started a load of laundry . . . always keeping an ear open for the steady stitching until the color of the thread needs to be swapped out.  In regard to the soup . . . whatever of the frozen veggies we had last night that were left over will be added to the soup.  Yum.

  Tomorrow is mid-week.  Keep the faith and know that whatever we face each day will be a bit different tomorrow . . . AND we can handle it.

   
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  Noreen 1:52 pm on March 22, 2020 Permalink  

  Soothing 

  As I head out for my walks, I walk east of Stauffer Avenue.  When I arrive at the east end of our acre, I can be seen standing still for some time.  No, I am not catching my breath.  I am standing still and taking in the whispering of the four tall pine trees that run along our property.  There seems to be enough of a breeze that five days out of seven they whisper.  In my mind it is the purest of sounds within a busy world.  The sound is soothing.  When I go to bed at night, I have a pine tree right outside.  Though I may not hear the whispering, with the street lights I can see the swaying of the boughs. I can hear the tinkle of the wind chimes that we have placed on the lowest branch of the pine tree.  That wee little wind chime is soothing as the boughs rock it back and forth.

  Right now as Dennis and I are being more home bound than usual, I am taking solace in the little things around me that sooth and give a feeling of security.  I surely can’t do more right now than abiding by suggestions from health care advisers. 

  What also is a huge help is when family stays in touch with an email now and then.  We won’t be traveling to see them in the near future, but just that bit of letting us know how their world is turning is soothing. 

  I have spent some time in the sewing studio today.  With certain body parts that let me know when it’s time to hold it and fold it, I move at will.  That in itself soothes and is a blessing.

  Each of you find what soothes and find what blessings can be enjoyed.  It’s a good thing.

   
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  Noreen 3:16 pm on March 19, 2020 Permalink  

  Rain and Gloom 

  It could be worse than the rains we are getting.  Storms have been near and far and we have been fortunate.

  There will be a hotdish for supper.  I made my plans when I saw that Dennis was settled into the patio porch.  Oh yes, Dennis does his hotdishes and I am appreciative when he does.  I have a bit of a twist when I make one.  I like to use some cream cheese that I stir into the pasta when it is still hot from being prepared in boiling water.  The Alfredo sauce is my favorite.  Dennis always enjoys a can of corn . . . which he will get.  We will also get some brussel sprouts that I sliced up to add some great color and great taste. 

  What had happened when Dennis settled into the warm patio porch is when a nap snapped him up.  He and the three cats realized that this damp wet weather is not fit to be out in.  It is chilly and penetrating.  When I went to check on the four of them I had to snap a photo.  No . . . the photo does not depict Dennis being enveloped up into “the cloud.”  When we had our huge red bow on the front door of the house over the Christmas season, we found that encasing the bow into plastic and hanging it from the porch ceiling was the best option to keep it for another season.  We got the $100.00 bow at Hobby Lobby for $10.00 and we look forward to enjoy putting it up for seasons to come. 

  I am on board with fabric lying out in an array of colors on the church tables.  Not quite sure what will pop out for a project, but be not afraid.  I enjoy having the ability to see joy in what could be, what can be.  Believe it or not . . . it is a rare commodity for many of those in or close to my age.  It goes hand in hand with logic.  I am blessed to have both be given to me.

  Tomorrow signals the last day of the week and I am sure the weeks ahead may be uncertain.  What is certain is that He will lead us through whatever may be ahead.