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There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and a bit of a look inside. 29 December 2014

Outside my window...it is cloudy, drizzly, and nasty.  It is one of those, "I want to be a baby and curl up and sleep" kind of days.  Since that is irresponsible I have opted to clean the house and do three loads of laundry. 

The best gifts given at any time of the year are the thoughtful ones and the unexpected ones. I ordinarily don't designate anything as the best or my favorite since I love all the givers of all gifts and the love that is behind the giving.  But two stand out for me this year.  The roses that my husband brought home for me sing in my heart and make me smile because he rarely buys me gifts.  


The blanket that Kim and Jason holds a special place as well.  Kim and I started out in a rocky place and my heart had trouble opening to her.  Her special motherhood and the openness of the gift of her children to me has been a bond that gets stronger every day.


I am thinking...about the wonder of having a grown child visit for the holidays.  About the special dance that must be choreographed so that a mother can mother and still let her son be a man in his own right.  

I am thankful....for the blessing of sons who love and are patient with their mother.  

I am reading...the last few chapters of St. Faustina's diary so that I can dive into the pile of new reads that were part of my Christmas blessings this year.

Creatively speaking...the workshop will be set up and open for business tomorrow.  My dear brother, Matthew has constructed a website for me and I am gearing up to take more orders and swing into business again.

From the kitchen...there are still plenty of leftovers to nourish us for today and tomorrow so can ease into the whole normal routine thing.



A few plans for the rest of the week....say good bye to Matthew tomorrow before he heads back to NC.  That will be some sadness for me but also a certain contentment knowing that he had a happy Christmas holiday.  He made new friends, had some good times, and is returning rested and refreshed to begin a new year of learning and serving.. 



Monday, December 22, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and a little look inside. 22 December 2014

Outside my window...it is raining, brown and not at all Christmas-y. Inside, however, this house is full of the scents, sounds, and sights of the season.  In answer to the question, "Isn't it a nice break to not have to do all the cooking, baking, and other prep that you always did for Christmas when the kids were home?" My answer is "Never going to happen! No break until they take me out of wherever I am feet first!"


And so the cordial is made, bottled and has been tasted and declared perfect.  To quote Bob Cratchet, "Punch is a Cratchet speciality!"  I have already gifted others with this taste of the season.

Though they haven't burned down as far as in the past we have kept up the Advent tradition. Tomorrow I will replace the colored candles with white, refresh the greens and add a sprig of red or two. I have discovered that the anticipation of the birth of Christ is enhanced when it is coupled with waiting for a grown child to visit.

I am thinking....about all the things the kids and I did together in the past to get ready for the birth of Christ.  Cleaning the house, making gifts for the Giving tree, sorting and donating toys for Share a Caring Christmas, baking cookies, singing songs, and decorating the house.  Evenings spent watching Christmas specials, with candlelight and hot chocolate warm my heart.

I am thankful...for traditions, both old and new that knit together the generations and carry forward reasons for celebration and togetherness.


I am thankful for food that not only nourishes the body but the heart as well.  Across hundreds of miles and many families my father's nut roll recipe is already continuing its job of cementing the generations of Pelicanos near and far together in their bonds.

I am reading...the Diary of Saint Faustina and I am using one of my new bookmarks made for me by Miss Grace Collins.  Why is this thing of such great importance to me?  Each time I open my book I recite prayers to Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows for both myself, Miss Grace, and her family.  It reminds me of the extended family that I enjoy in my Catholic faith.

Creatively speaking...my workshop has literally been packed up and put away for the next few weeks.  Although I have already accepted a few orders they have distant deadlines so I fully intend to spend the time enjoying Matthew's visit and the celebration of the Christmas season.

Spiritually...my heart is ready for the birth of the Christ child and I look forward to the celebration of Christmas.  The glorious music, the solemnity of the mass, and the majesty of the altar and the decorations is the best way that I know to kick off the season.

From the kitchen...I am fully stocked and ready to wow Doug and Matthew with the culinary heart's delight.  Actually I will just cook and let the two of them eat at will.

A few plans for the rest of the week...do what Catholics do best when it comes to throwing their Savior a birthday party...eat, drink and be merry!

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...I came home from mass yesterday to find that my wonderful man had fully decorated the whole house for Christmas. There was soft music playing, the blinds were drawn so we didn't have to see the rain, and I could smell hot coffee in the kitchen just waiting for me.  What a loving man I married.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and a little look inside 8 December 2014

Outside my window...the mourning doves are vying with the jays and cardinals for their daily repast while a stiff breeze tries to blow all of them over the ridge onto the neighbor's lawn.  The weathermen are calling for a cool day here and lots of clouds.  I suppose that is appropriate since it is December.  I don't know whether to be confused or amused. Last week we had days in the 70's with so much sunshine  that the only thing summery that was missing were the leaves.  Today is feels and looks more like a late fall day in Upstate New York with the slight bite of approaching winter in the air.

 I had a message from Adam this morning, did I return his copy of "It's A Wonderful Life."  I am sure I did but I searched high and low and couldn't find it anywhere.  That movie is a special one for me.  At the lowest part of my life my husband paraphrased this quote from the movie to me.  He stopped my self-destruction by his love and devotion and hasn't stopped loving me since.  I am not a big "movie impacting life" fan but I am a sucker for a good quote any day.


Of course there are still days when this guy dominates my psyche, but hey we can't be George Bailey all the time. (actually my husband just about is)

I am thinking...about family far and near and how true the phrase "the more things change the more they stay the same" is.  One of my granddaughter's locked her sister in the dog kennel this weekend.  It wasn't malicious by any means. I am certain there isn't a malicious bone in the child's body. But I sure would have liked to have some insight into the imp that put the thought into her head.  Her father and uncles used to engage in the same kind of deviltry when they were young.  Again, no malice was intended.  They were acting on imagination and the capriciousness of childhood.  My hat is off to the girl's mother though. She has a patience and level of love and tolerance that I wish I had had at that stage of the game.

I am thankful...for the love and devotion of all my kids for each other.  The regard that they exhibit for each other is a balm to the heart of this mother.

I am sure that they love each other at least this much!!!! 

I am reading...not a thing currently. I finished up the book about confession and am taking a hiatus from reading so I can meet some deadlines and wrap up my pending work.

Creatively speaking...Santa's workshop is in full swing now that the commission work is wrapping up.  Today I sew buttons, make buttonholes, and do other bothersome finish work and then it is on to the things that this grandma has to complete for her little chicks.

Spiritually speaking...today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.  Nine months from now we will commemorate the birth of the Mother of God.  Today she is conceived in her mother's womb without the stain of original sin in order that she may be untainted and without blemish and worthy to house The Word Made Flesh.

From the kitchen...I think a celebratory meal is in order.  For my husband there will be bacon double cheese burgers with all the trimmings.  For myself there will be a high protein shake with raspberries. and my mother will choose not to enjoy here BLT.


On today's schedule....I will be attending noon mass to celebrate the Feast.  This is me whenever I get to go to a weekday mass.  Hello, Blessed Sacrament, here I am!!!!!

A few plans for the rest of the week...finish wrapping and shipping packages, keep trying to conquer Mount Washmore, finish small jobs and sundries so that I can begin to reduce the pile of UFOs in the garage, and maybe get some cleaning done around here.


Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...family, and friends are what it is all about.  I am not just referring to Christmas and I'm not talking about when you get to be together.  I mean life and salvation.  Every day, day to day, day in and day out if you don't have selfless love and devotion to family and friends you cannot show the love and selfless devotion that God has for you to any one else.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and a little look inside. 2 December 2014

Outside my window...the moon is making its plunge back behind the earth to  spend the day and the sun's rays are just beginning to streak the sky with shades of gold and red.  I doubt I shall ever get over the weather around here.  Thursday, Friday, and Saturday we awoke to everything glittering with frost and air that snapped and tingled with the chill of it.  Sunday and yesterday we had temperatures in the 70's.  The light was so bright and clear that it felt as if you could see forever.  
 Sunday I took a long walk and discovered this beauty and hidden place not too far from here.  I have now found my new walking place that is conveniently close by and full of surprises that are just waiting for me to unearth them.
 I am thinking...about changes, conscious changes and changes that come upon you without you really knowing that they have.

I am thankful...for a husband who changes out the alternator in a car without giving it a second thought.  I am thankful for a brother who helps diagnose the pesky problem.

I am still reading...The 7 Secrets of Confession.  This book has been full of moments of revelation, self-reflection, and resolution.

In the creativity department...the work room was quiet over Thanksgiving.  Matthew came to visit and I was loathe to spend time sewing when I could spend time with him in conversation.  Now, though, it is nose to grindstone, back on the treadmill, crack the whip time.  I have a couple of orders to finish and ship today.  Yesterday I picked up two more bag orders and a couple of aprons.  I also have to put the finishing touches on my gift for the giving tree at church.

 Spiritually speaking...I have found a wonderful priest and confessor at a church not too awfully far from here.  He has lined me up with an order of Poor Clare's as well who are giving me much needed spiritual direction.  This path behind the church is the start of the outdoor rosary that I love visiting when I go to see father.  How refreshing that in this area of mega churches and very busy parishes I have finally found one that is a bit like home.

From the kitchen...there will be leftovers on the menu.  Last night I made meatloaf, broccoli, and baked potatoes for supper.  Thankfully there is plenty left so that I don't have to concern myself in the kitchen.  After actually cleaning the house yesterday (yep I really did a good job for a change) and conquering mount washmore (6 loads worth!) I don't feel too guilty about indulging my creativity.

A few plans for the rest of the week...finish and ship all the pending work and slip in some of my own projects along the way.  One week from today is my husband's 62nd birthday.  I am hoping to line up a grandma sitter and take him out on the town to celebrate.  The best day of my life happened nine years before I was even born on the day that God sent this man into the world.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...
I had camera issues on Thanksgiving day and this is about the only pic that came out.  Matthew and his "twin" cousin Joseph.  What a blessing to have the family that God gifted me with.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and a little look inside 24 November 2014

Outside my window...we have the southern version of Buffalo, NY going on here. It has been raining hard and steadily since early yesterday morning.  How fortunate that Doug raised up the path leading to the garbage pails and filled in the low spots in front of the shed on Saturday.  He also cleaned out the gutters and I am pleased to report that they are flowing freely at this time.

I am thinking...about the wisdom of staying inside and getting a lot done today, she thinks as lightning fills the room and the boom of thunder follows.  Yep, staying home and inside with the music cranked up good and loud.  

I am thankful...for leisurely Sunday's spent beside my husband.  Casual conversation, warm drinks, good movies, lots of laughter, and talks with our children punctuate the day.

This man that I married has been a blessing in so many ways.  He is the finest example of love that I know, of dying to self in order to show Christ to those around him.  Every breath he takes is an expression of the faith that he has in the Resurrection.

I am continuing to read....7 Secrets of Confession by Vinny Flynn.  I predict that this book is going to become one that I reread over and over again.  There is so much food for my soul in it that there is no way I can consume it all in one sitting.

In the creativity department....I have a stack of bag orders on the table that I plan on dispatching today.  I have run into a problem.  I have exhausted all of the suitable cargo pants in the thrift stores that are close by.  I may need to make a run to Greenville and outlying thrift stores in order to build up my stash.  Not complaining by any means.  A lack of cargo pants put by means I am selling bags!  I also have a choir robe to alter for a neighboring church and an apron to get done and shipped before the end of the week.  That should take me to Tuesday.

From the kitchen....there is chicken noodle soup on tap.  

This chilly. damp weather puts me in a mind to make soup and what better variety than chicken noodle.  There is enough in this pot to freeze some stock, have soup for a couple of days, and some plain chicken for salad.  I guess I am set until Thanksgiving!

A few plans for the rest of the week...clear the boards of all this work and get things shipped. Wednesday Matthew arrives for a visit!!!!!! Thursday we go to my brother's house to celebrate the feast of Thanks.  Friday or Saturday my brother, Tom comes for a visit and, alas, Sunday Matthew has to go back to Ft. Bragg.  I plan on packing every second with love, laughter, and hugs.

The picture thought that I am sharing is a word picture....warm hugs, the scents of cooking, and the hum of conversation spiced by occasional dollops of laughter. This is what I wish for everyone on Thanksgiving.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and little look inside 17 November 2014

Outside my window...there is a cold rain falling steadily.  As the sun gradually lights up the sky the drops that line the tree branches glisten and glitter in the feeble light.  Though it is chilly and damp the bird sing gaily as if to encourage all who listen.  There are cardinals, finches, titmice, and jays all vying for the feed that will give them the energy to continue their antics another day.

I am thinking...that a wood stove or fire place would be a nice addition to this house.  Back home a day like today would have been declared a day to curl up by the fire, read a book, and drink a hot cup of tea.  

I am thankful....wait for it...wait for it...the local mall.  Now that my family members have picked themselves up off the floor let me explain.  Yesterday after mass I went to the local mall to walk since it was a bit too cold even for me.  Though the stores were closed the mall proper is open for those who wish to walk in the mornings.  Ryan your mother has joined the ranks of elderly mall walkers!


This is joy and imagination.  My daughter Kim frequently sends pictures of the girls as they go about their daily business of being children.  This is Savannah dressed as Cinderella.  


And Kaycie just being cute.  What a pleasure and joy it is to be able to share in their childhood.  The sounds of their little voices raised in song and pretending brings me back to the days when my people were young.  Thank you Kim.
I am remembering...warm spring days with family.  Watching Layn help Papa plant trees.


I remember the excitement of the little people spending time with their grandfather. The chatter of their voices asking him questions and pointing out their observations will stay with me forever.

 A little boy, any little boy from our family saying, "I holp you" is a treasure that is beyond compare.


 I am reading...a new book that Doug bought me this past weekend called 7 Secrets of Confession by Vinny Flynn.

In the creativity department...I have two bag commissions to work on today and get shipped out tomorrow.  I am finished with the boat project, hooray! My hands are thanking me.  Progress is being made on various Christmas gifts and the shipping on those will commence shortly.

From the kitchen...squash soup and homemade biscuits will be on the menu tonight.  Something warm, filling, and mild I think is called for on a day when the rain falls and the cold keeps the heart on edge.

A few plans for the rest of the week...lots of reading, sewing, praying, talking with my little people, and living of my life I think.  I am finally really learning some lessons that I was taught in the past but that never stuck before.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...

I am trying to imitate the innocence, simplicity, and energy of this little boy.  Though he is not flesh of my flesh nor blood of my blood he has a bond that is more real.  He is the grandson of my heart.  He was born or my choosing and that makes him beyond precious to me.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and little look inside. 10 November 2014


Outside my window...there is frost on everything and a definite nip in the air.  If I look up I can still see the moon.  On days like this, when the moon is well up in the sky I imagine that it has made a tryst with the sun and just for a few hours they get to be together.The sun's embrace can be seen by the brightness of its reflection off the moon.

I am thinking...about the weekend past.  Matthew and I got to spend some time together.  I was graciously welcomed by the family of his friends and treated to not only their hospitality but also made to feel a real member of the family, if only for a day!  
God knows what the soul is in need of even if the soul does not.  Mr. and Mrs. Curley don't know how the warmth, (both literal and figurative) brought back memories that soothed my heart.  Family prayers recited around the wood stove, the clatter of the stove in the morning as Mr. Curley made the fire to warm up his family, the laughter shared and the blessings and embraces given to their children reminded me of raising my own family.  

I am thankful...for families.  The family that I am a part of and the larger family that God has blessed us all with.  I have been frequently comforted by the familiarity of going to mass when away from home because the Catholic Church and the mass are so welcoming and well known to me.  The same is true about spending time with a truly Catholic family.  The framework that the practice of the faith creates for family life is a blessing to visitors to the Catholic home.


 I am remembering...hugs shared with my babies, laughter, tears, and contentment.  We are not an island nor did God create man to be so.  It is the connections that teach us about God, ourselves, and how to live so to be with Him in heaven one day.

In the creativity department...there was none this weekend, at least not from the sewing room.  My journal, however is full of reflections, poems, phrases, and other bits of wisdom gleaned from my time away.


Mary-Kate this guy is a new friend that I made while on my travels.  They say everything is bigger in Texas and that may be so, but the chickens are definitely impressive in Bethune, South Carolina!


An indulgence...on my way to see Matthew I passes this cemetery tucked into a little clearing in the woods and promised myself that on the way home I would stop and make a visit.  Yesterday to begin my journey home I visited the people buried here.  Though hardly modern the graves here have been lovingly surrounded by a beautiful stone wall.  The beloved dead here have been carefully tended to by the residents of the community and it is quite obvious, while walking around, that the tenants are visited frequently. Color me strange but I cannot resist a cemetery, especially an old one.

From the kitchen...there are thankfully plenty of leftovers to fall back on.  My loving husband cleaned the house for me while I was gone and all that I have to do today is care for mom, do a couple of loads of laundry, and finish up in the sewing room.

A few plans for the rest of the week...keep the glow and determination that comes from reflection and love shared wrapped tightly around me.  Though that cloak will be my warmth and comfort I hope to extend it around all those I meet this coming week.  The gift that I have been given is only good if it is allowed to wrap itself around others thus growing and fulfilling its purpose.

I am reading...The Winter King by Bernard Cornwell.  I am in a definite Arthurian mood lately and thought I would revisit my collection of Arthurian literature.
Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...the moon and the sun are sharing the morning.  I wonder what they whisper to each other on cold mornings like this one is.  Does the sun wrap herself around the moon to keep it warm when it is frosty out?  Does the moon crave the warmth of the sun as the seasons march determinedly toward winter?

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Drinks from a loving kitchen

I am of the opinion that the best traditions have to do with food and drink!  Countless times this family has come together to cook, eat, and enjoy each other's company.  Though we are scattered to the winds lately keeping traditions is a good way for my husband and I to bring back warm memories of times spent together on the farm.  

One of those traditions has to do with the making of various beverages, including so called adult beverages.  Now that it is cranberry season I have commenced the making of my cranberry cordial.  This particular drink is not awfully popular with my boys but I have wonderful memories of sitting with my daughters, Mary-Kate and Melissa by a warm fire sipping cordial and knitting.

Since it is such a good and easy recipe I thought I would share it here for those who would like to try.  Caution, once you try it there is great difficulty waiting for it to fully mellow and mature before you take a drink.

Cranberry Cordial 

3 cups fresh cranberries (one 12ounce bag), picked over and washed
2 cups sugar
1 cup water
1 1/2 cups 100-proof vodka
2 teaspoons grapefruit zest

Coarsley chp cranberries in food processor or blender and transfer to a clean 2-quart container.  (I use a 2 quart canning jar)  Add sugar, stir, and let stand for 1 hour.  Add water, vodka, and zest. Cover tightly and let stand in a cool, dark place for 1 month.  Shake 2-3 times a week to prevent clumping of fruit.
Use a coarse sieve or colander to strain out solids. Discard. (I have frozen the mash in lumps on a cookie sheet to use over ice cream.) Strain again using a fine-mesh strainer. Transfer to clean container and let stand for 1 week.  Rack or filter into final container. Cover and age for at least 1 month more before serving.



Here's today's batch waiting for the liquid and zest to be added.  When I strain I often use multiple layers of cheese cloth since it does the best job.  I also do the final rack into screw cap wine bottles that I have saved.  Remember to keep lids screwed tightly on so that the alcohol doesn't evaporate away.  
This has a beautiful ruby color that is pretty served in a cut glass cordial glass.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and a little looks inside.3 November 2014


Outside my window...it is COLD!  This morning I listened as my husband scraped the ice from his car before he left for work.  Though I am hardly used to him leaving for work in the morning, hearing him scrape the car on his way out is not an unusual happening.  When we were still on the farm, this man who loves me so much, used to scrape the car clean on his way past to the barn.  He cleaned it off in anticipation of any errand I might have to run that day.  He did it out of love for me.  It didn't matter if it was cold and windy, snowy, or there were inches of accumulation, he did it anyway.

I am thinking...about love lately.  Not the silly, syrupy stuff that fills the movies and novels of the day, but the real stuff.  The love that scrapes the ice off a car that may not be leaving the driveway that day, the love that chronicles the lives of grandchildren for a grandma hundreds of miles away.  This type of love, self-sacrificing, giving, and joyful is the kind of love that my days are filled with and surrounded by.  I live in a glorious world that is defined by love and it humbles me.

I am thankful...for sunshine, oak leaves falling, wood smoke, and breezes.  

I am remembering...cool Sunday evenings spent cooking hot dogs over a fire, listening to my children as they played together, and the smell of the apple wood as it burned and lighted up our nights.





I have been working...trying to finish orders and build up a supply of things for sale.  The embroidery machine has been running constantly creating lovelies to please the eye.  I truly enjoy searching for designs that will make people happy and then incorporating them into my creations.

From the kitchen...sweet potato soup is on the menu! Lately I cannot get enough of those lovely orange vegetables.  Maybe I will bake some chicken to go with it and possibly some pumpkin bread on the side.

I am reading...CS Lewis' Mere Christianity, again for the gozillianth time!  This time of year, the cooler weather, the end of the Liturgical season all seem to inspire me to reread old favorites and discover new truths in them.




A few plans for the rest of the week...ignore the pain in my hips and legs brought on by the cold and Saturday's rain and drive into a fresh week of creativity, care for my mother, and loving my husband. All of that will be punctuated by chats with MK and Melissa, glimpses of Christopher and Layn, Stories of Savannah and Kaycie as told to me by Kim, and prayers for all of those that I love.


Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you....

This morning's view out the window of my workroom.  If I don't focus on that shed back there I can almost imagine that I am living in the woods...almost.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Hints, tidbits, and a little look inside

Outside my window...the sun is beginning to lighten the sky.  The neighbors next door have chickens and their adolescent rooster is attempting to crow to let us all know it is time to start a new day.  The school bus is coming through the development picking up the kids for another school day while the activity at the airport has picked up and planes can be heard taxiing along the runway in preparation for take off. The mockingbirds, bluejays, and cardinals are all out calling and gossiping to each other as the gather their morning hoard of seeds and berries.

I am thinking...about blood pressure, health insurance, appreciation of things lost and several other not quite related topics.  

I am thankful...for this man and the precious time that we have to be together.  He has been working six day weeks at his job lately and so we have less time to share.  How blessed we were to live where he worked for all the years the kids were growing up.  To be able to pack them all into a trailer, hook up a tractor and drive out to whatever field he was working in was a blessing that I took for granted at the time.  All the years of having to cook 3 meals a day (gasp, doing my duty) was a blessing in disguise that I never really understood until now.  

I am remembering...times spent having picnic lunches by our favorite clearing, long walks through the woods (ostensibly to look for standing logs to sell) to get some alone time together, or sitting under the stars saying the rosary while a fire burns merrily before us.

From the kitchen...there is leftover chicken stew, salmon salad, and green beans to be finished up. That should get me off the cooking hook at least for today.

Surprises and blessings...yesterday's trip to Georgia just to see this waterfall!  The drive was beautiful as was the walk to the falls.  When we rounded the bend and came upon this sight it was breathtaking.  These falls drop and unimpeded 186 feet.  The water in the creek beyond the falls made more noise than the water falling from the cliff.  It was so restful to sit there listening to the sounds the water makes as it works its way down stream.  Later we drove to the lake that is the source of the falls and had a picnic.


In the creativity department...I took some time off last week to make some pants for my granddaughter Kaycie.  The little imp insists on growing!  Being the grandma I couldn't just make some plain pants for my little girl.  I have to embellish and make them fun for her to wear at the same time.

A few plans for the rest of the week...get the house into shape again! I hesitate to let ReNee' know that I haven't done a whole lot of cleaning since we got back from Washington.  So, with that being said, cleaning and laundry are the first order of business today.  There are phone calls to be made, sewing projects to be completed and shipped, and emails and messages to be answered and sent. That should about do it for today! I guess the rest of the week can take care of itself.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you....
The glorious blue of the sky yesterday is a good image to keep in mind while the north enjoys cold, damp, and a slight chance of snow.

Monday, October 20, 2014

From the inside looking out


Outside my window...it is dark with millions of stars winking above and a little crescent moon floating effortlessly above our little corner of the world. It is quite nippy out, about 45 but oh so fresh and clean smelling!

I am thinking...about changes.  Change comes, it is the true definition of life, and no matter how much we might fight it change of some kind is inevitable.  This week I want to think about and concentrate on conscious and deliberate change.

I am thankful...for forests, streams, and the scent of dying leaves in the air.

I am remembering...the sight of this tree in my son's backyard.  We kind of got to know each other when I was visiting last month.  The tree and its setting symbolize for me the rightness and tranquility of Ryan and Kathleen's home.

From the kitchen...there must be some major cooking going on today.  The refrigerator is bare of leftovers so this lazy wife has nothing to fall back on.  I think fettucine with spinach, mushrooms, and feta, a baked chicken, and summer squash will be on tonight's menu.

I am reading...three books at once suddenly. I have managed to fit reading into my life again (for now) and seem to be trying to make up for lost time.  I have a couple chapters left in Mother Theresa's biography, The Dog Listener has been entertaining me all weekend, and St. Therese's biography is filling my heart with renewed hope.




My husband continues to be my rock and my connection with sanity.  The oneness of marriage is a grace and blessing that cannot be overstated nor should it be neglected.  I pray that I am a similar help to him and that he too considers me a partner that he is pleased to walk through this world with.

Surprises and blessings...yesterday we took mom to a nearby mill and historic sight in order to get her out and get some exercise.  She gets plenty of stares as she trundles along the wooded paths with her walker.  By the time that we left for home her cheeks were pink and she was trying hard to tell us something of her feelings about the afternoon.  There is a nature trail at this site that is a mere 3/4 of a mile long. However when you get to the halfway point at this covered bridge you might as well be hundreds of miles away from anything. The silence and peace are so profound.  The only thing to be heard the whole time we were walking was the conversations of the stream as it made its way over the rocks in its bed and the rustle of leaves as the pushed their way through the crowds of hangers on on their way to the ground.


In the creativity department...I made and sold five minion hats this week along with the two that I am sending to Layn and Christopher. My granddaughters, Kaycie and Savannah have outgrown the ponchos that I made them a almost two years ago so it is time to come up with something larger.  Purple and pink are their favorite colors so of course I had to paw through my stash and find just the right combinations to please my little princesses.  This is my first effort.  I hope they like them.

A few plans for the rest of the week...work hard and pray harder.  The weather man is calling for sunny, cool, and crisp fall days with downright chilly nights for the whole of this week.  I plan on being outside as much as I can soaking in the scents and sights of autumn.  Maybe take a drive up to the mountains later in the week.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...I think I could sit and watch and listen to the mill wheel turning every day.  There is something about the sound of water that sets my thoughts in order and takes the tension out of my body.  The constancy of the turning wheel with the endless fall of the water makes me think of the shower of grace that God pours onto us.  We just need to be the wheel that catches his blessings, makes use of them, and then passes them on to others.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Hints, tidbits and a little look inside

Outside my window...it is dark! Of course it is dark since the time is only 3:42 AM!  We had some serious thunderstorms in the night with quite the downpours!  Because I rarely, if ever, sleep when the thunder is booming and the lightning is flashing here I am sitting up with no hope of making up for lost z's.  Autumn has finally arrived here in the south.  The past few days have been crisp in the morning and evening with warmish afternoons.  The colors, though not as brilliant as back home, are changing and mellowing the countryside.  Southerners seem to have some kind of thing about burning leaves so the air lately has been redolent with the acrid odor of burning leaves. 

I am thinking...about circumstances and happenings and how they can either be accepted as means of grace and sanctification or they can be railed against.  Yesterday was one of those happenings.  Due to a migraine on Saturday afternoon I wasn't able to get to confession and evening mass.  Still in need of confession I decided to drive into Anderson where there is a parish that offers confession before all the Sabbath masses.  Because of a bike and running race that I didn't know about the drive to and from mass, usually around 40 minutes took me more like 90.  My first reaction is usually to get annoyed and push the speed limit and/or find an alternate route.  Yesterday I decided to arrive at church calm and disposed to be with the Lord so I spent the trip to mass "examinating" my conscience, as my kids used to say.  The way home was spent reciting the rosary and listening to the Divine Office.  In spite of the rain and the delays I am happy to say that I arrived at both locations, mass and home, much more relaxed and disposed to be pleasant.

I am thankful for...farmer's markets, antique malls, and unusual architecture.  Saturday, before the rain moved in, we spent the day at a truly exceptional farmer's market in Anderson, browsing an antique mall, and enjoying a walk through the historic part of town admiring the architecture.

From the kitchen...now that it is definitely cooler I am going to make Pork and Mushroom Stew for our supper tonight.  Whenever I make this dish I think about my son, Adam who is a particular fan.  Though we will have it over brown rice rather than mashed potatoes the memories this meal will invoke are as comforting as the food.

I am reading..Accidental Theologians by Elizabeth A. Dreyer

I am hearing...the soft sound of rain on the roof, the whir and buzz of the ceiling fan over my head, and the grind and plop of the ice maker dumping its load into the bin. I miss the chirp of the occasional cricket that would make its way into the house in NY at this time of year.  Other sounds that are missing here are the soft rustlings of the tenants of the old walls of the farmhouse, the soft snuffles and snorts of the pigs across the road, and the awakening sounds of the cattle across the road as they come to the feed bunk to see what has been left from the night before.

A few plans for the rest of the week...there is a little bit of sewing left on my big boat project to finish. I didn't count on the stress and strain working on marine canvas would have on my hands so it is taking longer that it should.  I have picked up a sewing student and will spend this week working out scheduling kinks, developing a lesson plan, and generally looking forward to the new challenge.  

Updates and reflections...because there are those who actually read this and are interested I include a bit about my mother.  Physically she is strong and very healthy.  We take her walking and she and Doug do her exercises every day so her strength and mobility are maintained.  An added benefit of all the exercise is better sleep at night, for all of us!  Mentally she is very much subject to the vagaries of her disease.  When she speaks she isn't always able to find the words that she wishes to use which is a frustration for all of us but we manage to figure out what she means most of the time.  She has no idea who anyone she meets is but that fact doesn't seem to be a bother either. She just nods and goes about her business.  Her world is mostly populated with memories from long ago and people that either are no longer alive or she hasn't seen in decades.  However, if that is what makes her happy and peaceful who are we to jerk her into a reality she cannot understand nor tolerate.

Here is a picture thought that I am sharing with you...

This is an old railroad depot in Anderson.  The space inside is home to a very large antiques mall.  Though the items for sale are either overpriced or hardly useful it was fun to spend part of Saturday browsing through the treasures housed there and remember times long past.