Saturday, December 20, 2014

Fender Bender

It was an exciting day. I had a job interview this morning and a fender bender this afternoon. Since I don't have much to share regarding the interview (I won't know anything for maybe a couple of weeks), I'll tell you about the fender bender.

Hannah and I were out together. We're trying to tie up loose ends on our holiday gift giving, so although I am not a big Walmart fan, we went in for a few items, nothing grand and glorious. We hopped back into the van and I glanced into my rear view mirror before backing slowly out of my spot. I let some pedestrians pass and a car that was headed down the aisle. I had my eye on the back corner of the car parked to my right when my van stopped rather abruptly. Another check of my rear view mirror told me I made contact with another car. (Oh, blah..)

I pulled back forward and opened my door to a man across the aisle in the same position. "What are you doing backing up when I'm backing up?" the other driver asked me, to which I replied, "Why didn't you beep?" (Had I known he was there I surely would have stopped before crumpling our bumpers.)

"I didn't see you!" the guy in the other car said. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I realized nether of us had been paying attention to who or what was behind us at that particular moment. We had almost identical damage to our vehicles, a dent in the rear driver's side bumper. Since we were turning opposite directions, we were probably the same distance out into the aisle. The dent in my bumper is decidedly worse than the one on his car, or should I say "his wife's"?

I felt a little bad for him. His wife, who was on her way out of the store, was not happy at all. She took pictures of my van with her cell phone, proceeded to call the police, and then complain about how she "didn't have time for this." We'd already traded insurance information and such by the time the sheriff, who really didn't need to be summoned at all, showed up and told us a police report wasn't necessary. (I'd said that earlier but she insisted she wanted the police.)

So, now I will be calling our insurance agency on Monday morning. I can hardly stand all the excitement.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Planning For Christmas

It's the gift buying and giving that typically make Christmas stressful, but there is other planning to be done too. This year, like the last one,we are getting two Christmases...

There are sure to be children, both big and small, here on Christmas Day. We'll enjoy some giving of gifts, some filling of stockings, and a bit of food. Maybe we'll even put a puzzle together, or maybe not. Perhaps there will be some carols, a Christmas movie, or the telling of the Nativity... I think maybe we'll eat tamales and cook up a pot of posole or green chile stew.

And then there is our BIG family Christmas gathering on Sunday, the 28th. My sisters will be here as well as our out of town son and his family.  We'll have a houseful of folks. I've already decided not to try and make it to church that morning... I'm thinking we'll do a brunch, then have lasagna later in the afternoon. There will be a gift exchange (a bit above the typical white elephant stuff, I hope), maybe some games or the puzzle (if it didn't happen on Christmas), and later, toward evening, maybe a classic Christmas video, like A Muppet Christmas Carol.

Maybe this afternoon I'll bake a batch of snowball cookies, and then, if the sun shines this weekend, perhaps My Darling will lend a hand in cooking up a batch or two of toffee and candied walnuts.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Razzle Frazzle

I found a picture of Peppermint Patty on Pinterest yesterday. I discovered myself smiling at her and feeling just a tinge of sisterhood, which is somewhat unusual since I never saw Peppermint Patty and I as having anything in common. But I've been feeling frazzled lately and there she was looking frazzled as well.

My grandkids arrived at 6:30 am yesterday morning. It was dark out, really dark. I was still in my jammies and the Christmas tree was the only thing lighting up the living room. It was almost too early for coffee...

Someone other than myself has planted the idea in the minds of these children that they can "earn" my toys back again. I don't want to be a complete Scrooge, but let me tell you, that ain't happenin'. There are picture books and coloring books downstairs, and Tuesday night I'd cut up strips of colored paper to make paper chains. They sat for quite a while with the little staplers I'd purchased the day before and put together long colorful creations. Sometime mid morning I'd gone upstairs to find the boxes of giant Lego bricks and more colorful creations sprung up in my living room, but the shelf is destined to remain upstairs. No amount of "earning" will gain the toy shelf a renewed space in my living room. I like it better upstairs, thank you.

Prayers would be appreciated for the future of my days. In the frustration of the moment last week, I filled out a job application online. There is a real possibility I may end up with a part time job outside my home for the first time in over 30 years... (Yes, I did get a response.) I'm not sure whether to be excited or scared to death, and I have yet to tell my son and daughter in law that I may not be able to continue babysitting every week. (I just hate getting people upset with me.... )

Monday, December 15, 2014

Visiting Tim Again

I almost didn't get to see my brother this week, but Rachel's evening plans for tonight got cancelled and then Emily's father called to say she wouldn't be coming off the bus. I was in the parking lot at Walmart when I realized that maybe Rachel and I could visit our brother together this week after all. I took out my trusty cell phone and called her to see if it would work.

We were blessed this afternoon to find our brother smiling and in good spirits. He clicked his tongue at us and the workers. (He's kind of a flirt, you know.)

Each and every visit to Tim comes with a ride down country roads and a stop at Wendy's for a Frosty, and each and every visit Tim opens and checks out Rachel's empty glove box. (She's made sure it's empty since the time he took out her car owner's manual and he ripped it in half...) Today I hid a candy cane in there. He couldn't get out of the car until he'd gotten the wrapper off and crunched it down.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Christmas in My Corner

Yesterday afternoon Hannah and Sergio went out for a little while and came back again with a Christmas tree for my cold and empty corner. They brought it in, set it up, and even trimmed all the scraggly branches off the bottom.

 We pulled the lights and other do-dads out of the basement, and then I sat back to watch and document the festivities. (Is that cheating?) They found enough working lights to cover the tree with lots of sparkle. Imagine that!

It was nice to simply enjoy the process and not feel like I needed to get in the way. I sipped my coffee and decided to Skype Gramanita so she could enjoy it with me.

It turned out to be a very nice day, even though I'd had my misgivings about the Graham Cracker House Party. Now I can enjoy a couple of quiet days before the little ones return to find they toys really are out of reach. Maybe I'll find my copy of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" and read them a story.
:0)

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Dance of the Sugarplums

Yesterday afternoon I was ready to cancel our Graham Cracker House Day. I was tired and frustrated to the point of tears, and really didn't feel much like providing a fun filled few hours for children who are so often naughty and disrespectful. However, we had already made arrangements and I didn't want to back out either. I opted to put on a "happy" face, pop a Christmas CD in the player, and mix up a batch of royal icing.


The children arrived smiling and rambunctious as usual. The mommies brought candy for decorating the houses. I provided the crackers and a place to gather. Grandpa came in looking for lunch, decided to put in an order for pizza, and turned it into an actual party. The cousins were glad to see each other, bounced off walls and furniture, and took full advantage of the empty space left by the toy shelf in a wrestling match. (Go figure...)

It turned out to be an alright day. I'd really wanted to both frost cookies and do our annual graham cracker houses for Christmas this year and now both activities are complete. The children will store up the memories as good and that is really the objective, making good Christmas memories. Maybe one day they'll actually appreciate the effort we put into making them smile.

Friday, December 12, 2014

The Grinchy Grandma

Then he slunk to the ice box. He took the Whos' feast, he took the who pudding, he took the roast beast. He cleaned out that ice box as quick as a flash. Why, the Grinch even took their last can of Who hash.

I got tired of the fighting. I got tired of the mess. I got tired of fishing toys out from under the couch. I told them to stop fighting. I told them not to throw the toys. I said it was time to pick up. They ignored me. They laughed when I got after them. They said they "didn't care. ...

It was an act of desperation, but my living room is looking less crowded now that all the toys have been removed. I won't have to wonder if there's enough room for that Christmas tree we haven't gotten yet. There's plenty of room now. I've even got an all but empty cabinet in my kitchen where the games and puzzles used to be. Nothing in there now but some empty bins and the coloring books and crayons. and ya know, I like it better already.

I am not entirely certain what we will do when the little sweethearts return next week, but there certainly won't be toys strewn from one end of the house to the other and I won't have to ask them twice to pick them up.

The Case of the Missing Mouse

It escaped when I went into the other room for a few minutes. I looked under the love seat and down in the cushions, but it wasn't hiding there. My cats did not looked suspicious, but the missing mouse was nowhere to be found. I did the best I could and used the laptop touchpad instead. I tried to write a blog, but every once in a while my screen would suddenly zoom closer. I had no idea how it was happening or what I was doing to cause it. By the time I gave up and closed the computer, all I could see was one corner of my blog with giant sized letters...

It was Thursday night anyway, so I packed my unfinished afghan into a plastic bag, put on my coat, and headed over to Brenda's house. (That's where we have our Thursday night womens' gathering.)

After my return home several hours later and another check about the living room and down in the cushions of  the aforementioned love seat, I lay down flat on my belly on the floor between the couch and the coffee table and looked under the couch. Lo and behold, there it was! That naughty mouse! I am happy to report he has been much better behaved this morning, and my blog has been returned to normal size.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

V is for Visibility

V is for Visibility.

We're in the midst of a nor'easter and visibility is limited. According to the weather channel visibility is about.08 miles. I'm not completely sure what it is under normal conditions, but I do know that blowing snow makes traveling treacherous. Afternoon school activities have been cancelled along with many evening activities as well. Looks like we'll be staying in tonight. Maybe we'll pour ourselves a cup of hot chocolate and roast a few marshmallows in the wood stove.

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Monday, December 08, 2014

Cookie Monsters

My imagination tells me I have a lot more patience than I actually do. Or maybe I have more than I imagine... I always imagine neat and mostly settled cookie frosting parties with me patient and calm. Ha!

I spent a couple hours rolling, cutting, and baking cutout cookies yesterday afternoon. Today, after lunch, I had four cookie decorators helping me frost and sprinkle cookies. Emily is 11. She does a neat and tidy job with minimal finger licking and "sensible" sparkle sprinkling. The others?  Well, let's just say it was an experience to remember. ha ha!

I doled out equal amounts of cookies (trees, stockings, candy canes, snowmen, bells, horses, and wreaths) and let them have at it with the frosting and toppers. I try hard not to interfere, even though it's next to impossible. I want these little people to remember the fun of decorating cookies, not a grumpy grandma. Frosting washes up, sprinkles can be vacuumed, and licking knives and fingers probably won't cause any lasting damage.

They're sugared up and riled now, not to mention tired. I've scrubbed the table, tossed sticky paper towels in the trash, and piled the lovely treats onto paper plates. They now await transport. In my kitchen a pile of unfrosted treats remain. Maybe I'll have another go with a different bunch of kids, or maybe I'll frost a few of my own. Maybe. Maybe after I vacuum those stray sprinkles off the dining room floor.

Sunday, December 07, 2014

Roasty Toasty

A wood stove is good for cozy fires. On blustery days we cluster round it, but yesterday I put it to use in another way. I found myself a few marshmallow sticks out in the back yard and toasted up a few sticky treats.

Today, after church and a quick run to the store for some salad fixings, I spent some time out in my kitchen with a giant bowl of cookie dough and my rolling pin. I am now in possession of a sky full of stars, a forest of trees, a crowd of snowmen, and a herd of miniature horses, We have stockings, candy canes, bells, and wreaths too. Now all I need is a large amount of frosting, a ton of sprinkles, and several children willing to help me decorate them.

Thursday, December 04, 2014

Taking a Break

I took a break from the monotony of quiet days and had my grandchildren over for a bit of noise and excitement, There were toys strewn about the living room, blocks piled here and there, and books scattered across the carpet. We stirred up a double batch of sugar cookie dough and set it out on the back porch to get cold. There were a few tears and lots of laughing. We watched "Simon's Cat" videos and they're always funny. My house is disheveled and there are crumbs on the floor but the toys and books have all been put away and it's quiet again.

Maybe I'll roll, cut, and bake cookies tomorrow.

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

U is for Unique


U is for Unique.
unique- adj. being the only one of its kind; unlike anything else

It's a funny word if you stop and think about it...

Years ago a friend gave me a little plaque. It said, "Always remember that you are absolutely unique just like everyone else," and that, of course, gives every one of us something in common, which in turn makes us not so unique after all...

The whole thing is rather peculiar, wouldn't you say?


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Tuesday, December 02, 2014

What to Do?

Being home alone all day is different. I like it and don't like it at the same time. Keeping busy is a challenge, especially the productive kind of busy. I have a few projects I'm working on (crocheting afghans) and a book or two I'm reading. I do think about finding an outside the house kind of job. The prospect is somewhat exciting and somewhat terrifying both at the same time.

I threw a party Saturday evening and invited several of my kids over for pizza. For a few hours it was wild and chaotic and then the party started to thin out and everyone went home. I found myself smiling and thinking it was just what I needed. Now I'm attempting to conjure up a Cookie Decorating or Gingerbread House Building Party. Perhaps I really do need a little bit of chaos every now and again.


PS. These goodies are not from this year. I haven't baked anything but pies since September. ha!

Monday, December 01, 2014

On Getting A Job


I googled "middle age jobs" and came up with "Medieval Careers..." ha ha! I think I'll become a juggler. I think I have some experience with that. *sigh* 

Then again, maybe I just need a fresh vase of "flowers."

Friday, November 28, 2014

No Pie For You!

There was no leftover pie for breakfast this morning. Not sure how
I let that happen, but the good news is that I had an emergency can of cinnamon rolls hidden away in my refrigerator. (Lucky me!) Just perfect with a cup of sweet French vanilla coffee. Yeah, I'm pretty much hopeless. I'm going to need a strict diet resolution for New Years.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

I Miss Them Most on Holidays

I miss my mom and dad most on holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. Dad's presence always drew us together. His way was calm and encouraging, he never made fun or made us feel small or insignificant, instead he came alongside with a love and support not often seen. He showed up at family gatherings with his Bible and a prayer, leading by example, and drawing us in.

Sometimes I forget there are family members who never knew my dad. There are great grandchildren who never sat on his lap and listened to a story, who never heard him sing or watched him play his harmonica. They've missed out on knowing what it was like to have him wrap his arm around their shoulder or lift their name up in prayer, to have his encouragement in an endeavor, or a listening ear when discouraged.

And then there was Mom. I called her every day for probably ten years, driving my husband nuts every time the phone bill arrived. She always had time to take a phone call, to love me through tears and trials, to watch my children while I ran an errand, or to share a cup of tea and some face to face time. She left us slowly, and for a long time I didn't even realize she was slipping away... I missed her today. I missed her enthusiasm for baking pies, for the gathering of family, and for the little ones she would have taken such delight in 30 years ago.

I miss what is past and the tears sting, but I am so grateful for the years we had together, for the example my parents were to me, and for the hope that one day I can at least partially fill the gap they left behind.

Happy Thanksgiving

Someone was thankful for breakfast this morning, but he was having a tough time sharing with his neighbors. Perhaps it's time to buy another bag of birdseed.

But first it's time to peel the squash...

Have a wonderful day!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

T is for Tombstone

Picking up where I left off in May...

T is for tombstone. (Not quite the Thanksgiving week word you were expecting, eh?)

It's getting cold outside, too cold to walk through the cemetery, but a couple weeks ago we had some beautiful weather for cemetery walks, and so we did. One of my favorite things to do on these walks is to read epitaphs and today this one reminds me of Thanksgiving (even if it does look like the engraver made a typo...okay, not exactly a typo. Maybe more like a mistake in letter placement.) . I am thankful for that day of promise.

Happy Thanksgiving.  I hope you are thankful too.

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Monday, November 24, 2014

Cleaned Up

It was another gorgeous day. I should have planned some kind of outing (I mean how many 70 degree days could there be between here and the end of March?), but I stayed home instead, and I didn't even venture out except to get the mail and tie out the dog. I decided that I really needed to do some upstairs cleaning, and even though I should have been outside, I cleaned the bathroom (and washed the floor!!!) and vacuumed my upstairs. I think I'll be ready for my Wednesday task of pie baking.

What do you mean that sky doesn't look warm and wonderful?

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Soup's On!

We had some visitors last night and one of them was oh-so-cute-and-cuddly!

I made a big pot of chicken soup, whipped up a nice salad and bought some rye bread. It was Spencer's first visit to Grandma and Grandpa T's house and I think he liked it.

I'd originally thought about inviting the entire crew, but fizzled out as the day arrived. In spite of that, we did have one surprise guest who said he was "driving through Williamson and decided to see if there was anything to eat at Mom and Dad's." I love when they do that! It was good to see Ben and include him in our visit.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Out to Lunch (again)

I love meeting up with a friend for lunch, and there is something about meeting up with an old friend, a childhood friend, that makes the meeting all the more special. I had no grandchildren to babysit this week, so I took the opportunity to make a lunch date with my friend Pam. We met at Panera an hour before the crowds came out.

In September of 1973,Pam and I found ourselves in the same 4th grade classroom, and though our mothers had met at a women's Bible study group, Pam and I were strangers. We weren't strangers for long, in fact we soon became fast friends.

There is something totally wonderful about childhood friends once you become adults. It's almost as if you pick up right where you left off, in this case it's pretty much high school, even though neither one of us ever really moved out of the area.

We lingered long at Panera, laughed and talked, caught up on each other's lives, and decided we need to do it again soon. I went home smiling and I think she did too.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Blonde Math or Math for Blonds (A second post)

Math might not have been my favorite subject in school, but I was a good student, caught on fairly quickly, and got decent grades. Perhaps it was  just a blond moment that threw me off this afternoon...

Rachel and I were out with our brother Tim. Today was his birthday and I'd brought him a piece of apple pie as a special treat. He ate the pie, along with a few other snacks, but didn't make eye contact with either of us and let his head hang forward in a sleepy detached kind of manner for most of the drive. Severe autism, years of psychological drugs, age, and the passing of our parents have all taken a toll on our brother. He can't walk anymore, doesn't speak, and now appears depressed as well. 

I thought back through the years and wondered what kind of a birthday Tim might have had fifty years ago. I attempted to figure out how old he might have been. Of course, being blond, I set to figuring the hard way... Tim was born in 1958. I tried to add or subtract a few numbers (I honestly can't even recall now what I was trying to do), and suddenly realized I was not thinking logically. All I really had to do was some simple thinking. I didn't even need to strain my brain. Fifty-six minus fifty leaves six. (Hey, what do you know? I'm fifty. That would have been 1964...) Okay, now you get the idea and realize my math genius.

Not to be outdone, Rachel had a math moment of her own. We went to Wendy's for a Frosty, two Frosties actually. The total came to $2.79. I checked my pockets and handed her a $1 bill, 3 quarters, and 4 pennies. She only needed to add one dollar. She handed the cashier $2.85 (2 dollar bills, 3 quarters, and a dime). "I gave you seventy-nine cents," I told her. She looked at me in the rear view mirror and said, "But I only had four pennies.."

I somehow felt relieved at not being the only blond member of the family.
:0)
PS. I took my camera along today, but it wasn't the happiest of birthdays and I didn't think taking pictures would be the kindest thing to do. So, you get some photos from happier days.

Happy Birthday to Tim

Are you sick and tired of hearing about and seeing apple pie? It's about the most exciting thing going on over here, aside from snowstorms to the west and cemetery walks. I haven't sold many pies, but I have had fun giving them away and that's almost as good, maybe even better, than selling them. It's a surefire way to make one friend smile and another friend jealous. What can I say?

Today is my brother Tim's 56th birthday. Rachel and I are planning a visit complete with a.... piece of pie. Yup, just one piece. I'm sure Tim would love a whole apple pie, but I am just as sure he would eat the entire thing in one sitting and then proceed to be ill, and we can't have that, either in the car or back at his residence. *blah*

Apple pie is irresistible, just ask Jakie the Pie Thief. He found his own breakfast this morning. Smart kid! He takes after his grandmother who also can't resist pie for breakfast. Why do you think I keep giving them away? :0)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Cold, Cold, Cold!!!

You may or may not have heard about he raging blizzards affecting the Great Lakes. The area east of Lake Erie, otherwise known as Buffalo, and areas east of Lake Ontario too I suppose, are experiencing a drastic early blizzards with significant snowfall. Here, in the Rochester area we are getting blizzard like winds and frigid temperatures, but not so much in the way of snow accumulation.

My beautiful daughter sent me a message mid morning telling me how she had neglected to bring her houseplants inside and her jade plant was frozen through. Good thing her mother has plenty of extras. She sent me second message offering a cup of tea or coffee if I should chance to venture over her direction. She was in luck today because I had a freshly baked apple pie in my van (I was at Ladies' Bible study...) just waiting for a home. Guess what we had for lunch?

Tonight the snowless winds howl about the house chasing anything out of doors under cover. I am especially grateful for my hot dinner of meatloaf, potatoes au'gratin, and broccoli,  a good sturdy house, and a fire in the wood stove. Hope you're staying warm and in out of the cold too.


(Almost forgot the pictures. Silly me...)

Monday, November 17, 2014

November Snow

Winter is determined to overtake us. Giant wet snowflakes drop heavy on exposed skin, stick on tree branches, and transform autumn into a cold, white wilderness. The fire inside the wood stove glows warm and beckoning... kind of like the coffee pot.

A week ago my friend Deb and I walked the cemetery in sweaters and had a picnic... We basked in the sunshine, soaked up autumn's warmth, and determined to absorb the season's final feast. We ambled aimlessly, took tons of pictures, and were grateful for the opportunity to be out. On our way home I took a detour to a favorite all-but-forgotten little cemetery tucked away in a corner. I'd gone to find the gravestones of my great grandparents, but a makeshift homeless shelter, accessible through a hole in the fence, found me slightly uncomfortable and self conscious traipsing about the headstones, as though we were the ones treading on sacred ground. The caretaker, who happened to be there cleaning up leaves, had a record book in his truck and helped me find the stones I was looking for, right by the hole in the fence, of course. As we talked with him a face appeared around the side of the tarp shelter and then ducked back again. I desperately wanted to take a picture, and at the same time felt like it would be an intrusion on their privacy.

On Saturday my kids went for a walk in the woods at a local park. The birds, unnerved by the opening day of deer season and an excited eight year old, were not taking or looking for handouts. Perhaps today they are looking for breakfast under the snow instead.

Sometimes a mom has to enjoy things vicariously, so I'm glad Ben and Morgan take pictures when they go out and
do fun things together. (I'm betting Hannah took this one since it's not a selfie like most of them.) I love the woods, especially the Birdsong Trail at Mendon Ponds. I keep meaning to get there, but it keeps not happening. Maybe one day, when the snow is deep and the wind not too blustery, I'll take a winter walk.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Here I Am...

I finally feel like my life is beginning to calm down a little. I still have busy, or... let's make that crazy, days, like when my grandkids are here and decide to dump more than sufficient amounts of toys on the floor, proceed to ensure they are spread from one end of the house to the other, and verify they are tucked way out of reach beneath the furniture. It isn't the toys that set me on edge though, it's the constant childish banter, along with a wrestling match or two complete with biting and/or inappropriate name calling. sigh Yes, my own children did this too, minus the biting, and survived.

I have fewer "flowers" in my garden, and not so many "punkins" in the patch these days. It's given me a bit of time to catch up with  myself and "decompress" as my favorite daughter in law would say. I'm not certain how God will fulfill the financial void, apparently not through selling pies (ha ha!), but I know He has a plan. Maybe it's more important that I am sane rather than secure.

Winter is preparing to settle in much to the consternation of local residents who somehow forget each and every autumn that snow is quite normal in upstate New York in November, and it isn't unheard of for flurries to appear in mid October. We're never quite ready to trade in our flip flops for winter boots, but I still believe there is something magical about the first snow of the season. Of course, it's most magical if one is actually outside catching snowflakes on the tongue. (And barefoot, right, Della?)

Thursday, November 13, 2014

A Heart of Wisdom

I love when I set my heart to reading the scriptures or listening to Bible teachers and the same ideas and scriptures surface in a matter of a day or two. Such was the case with this "Psalm of Moses" and not just the psalm itself, but a particular verse.

So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom,
Ps. 90:12

I didn't realize that Moses had even  penned a Psalm but there it was, verse 12 of Psalm 90, mentioned specifically, and specifically as being written by Moses. The verse itself would likely have been enough to catch my attention, but God, who often speaks in a still small voice, opted instead to speak a little bit louder this time, just in case I wasn't paying close attention, I guess.

Last Thursday night's Bible study had to do with wisdom and the need to practice wisdom in order to grow in it, even looking for opportunities. YIKES! I found the "looking for opportunities" a little intimidating. But in spite of my hesitance, the Lord has seen fit to toss a few practice rounds at me anyway. I think I did alright with yesterday's opening test, but the verdict is still out on today's. I'm still looking for insight and answers, and praying I would give only wise counsel or keep my mouth shut altogether. They're both hard to do.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Sister Shots

 Aren't they beautiful?





And Jake too.