Home Improvement

Over the last couple of years, we’ve remodeled the kitchen. All the big work is done, but Terry is still pecking away at smaller tasks.  One he did last week was to install a towel bar under the sink so I don’t have to put my hand towel and dishtowel over the handle on my oven. It looks nicer, and I’m no longer constantly having to pick the towels up off the floor!

Last year, in the early fall, we went to a wheat harvest farm show with  my daughter and her family.  Terry noticed a stall in the shopping area where a woman was creating beautiful art pieces using different varieties of wheat. We were both particularly attracted to one piece, and we decided it would be perfect on the wall in my new kitchen.

Terry created the frame, did the matting, covered it with acrylic “glass” and got it hung yesterday.  It looks wonderful.  Here it is:

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So beautiful and unusual.  I’m delighted with it!

Friday Free-fall

I have decided I’m not going to read any morepolitically -oriented stuff on Facebook for a while.  It just raises my blood pressure. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to refrain, because I’m passionate about my beliefs. Maybe I should just stay away from the yellow journalism kinds of posts that aren’t verified with anyone I trust. Those I do NOT trust would be Snopes and any of the MSM.  You know you’re getting highly left-slanted news. Of course, there are those on the right who are just as guilty of posting highly emotional, questionable “news” that is designed to tempt you to share it with all your friends, thereby circulating stuff that has very little verification behind it.

Come on, folks. I think we all agree that 2016 was an awful election year, with endless accusations and counter-accusations.  I’m glad that’s over, but now I wish both sides would just shut up and go about the business of making the best of things.  I’m sick of the whining of the left.  I’m embarrassed by the unkindness of some on the right.  Let the rancor and animosity die. It’s totally not productive.

Yes, for sure I will be glad when Barry’s face doesn’t dominate everything completely.  Yes, I’m sick of his arrogance and dishonesty.  After all, they’re off on another multi-million dollar vacation during a time of incredible danger in the world.  As usual, all he’s saying while people are dying is “FORE!”

I saw something the other day about Michelle running for President in 2020.  God help us. A more entitled, angry, and arrogant person couldn’t be found?  It has to be Michelle? Poor woman would have to start waking up in a house built by slaves all over again.  Tsk.

Okay, does anyone really think I can keep my resolve to stay away from politics?  Really?

No?  Me neither.



As most of you know, I’ve been pretty much housebound for the last 2 1/2 months because of my ancient and crumbling back.  Last Sunday morning was the first time I ventured out to church  in all that time.  Last night a sweet friend who lives nearby was so kind as to drive me to the annual women’s Christmas fellowship. This is always a delightful gathering, and last night was no exception.


My daughter was the hostess. She always decorates her home beautifully at Christmas, so it was the perfect setting. There were maybe 35 or so women there.  We sang, enjoyed a gift exchange of Christmas mugs. We were blessed to hear a missionary speak to us about how to talk to others about the Lord. We had yummy cookies and cocoa, coffee, or tea.

And we had lots of fellowship. I was enjoying talking with a couple of other women, but at the same time, I was observing little groups scattered throughout the family room, kitchen, and front living room/dining room area, all visiting, laughing, and enjoying each other. Sometimes the conversations were serious, too.

One thing I’m sure of:  No one was engaged in gossip or complaining. It was a totally upbeat gathering, women seeking out the friendship and companionship of other women.

Many welcomed me from my long exile, and expressed that they were praying for me and would continue to do so through my January surgery.

God’s Word tells us that where two or three are gathered together in His name, He is there. His presence was definitely there last night.

Sunday Morning Coffee: Snow

Snow clouds, like gargantuan bags of  frozen feathers,  opened up and dumped all over the Midwest Friday and Saturday.  I have friends out there.  They commented on the beauty.  Strong people, those who live in the farm belt.


They’re self-sufficient.  Weather is a major part of life out on the plains, with no hills or mountains  or vast woodland tracts to stand in the way of snow, rain, tornados or floods.

I’ve lived out there, and I’ve seen how quickly  they respond when a storm of this size hits. The plows are out, clearing the stuff off the roadways. Sand trucks follow. The streets and roads are wider  than most of  the roads and streets here on the east coast, which were developed as horses, buggies,  and wagons followed the same routes for years, around hills and mountains and alongside meandering creeks and rivers. Often, their names reflect their origins:  Cowpath Road, Blue School Road, Mill Road, Creamery Road, Old Church Road, Forty Foot Road. These roads are all narrow, barely allowing for two-way  traffic.  I have immense respect for the school bus drivers who navigate them during the icy weather.  Clearing them after a snowfall is a different challenge than what they face  in the Midwest.

Time after time, out there, I watched as plows cleared opposite sides of the street at the same time, pushing the the snow into the middle of the street or doing that job with blowers attached to the plows. Then, dump trucks and bucket loaders took over, with the loaders dumping gigantic scoops of the plowed snow into the trucks, who drove it out of town and dumped it where it wouldn’t impede traffic.  It was like watching a well-choreographed dance. In no time, the main streets were clear.


Out here, especially in the cities, the streets are often so narrow that it takes several days to get the mess cleaned up. Digging out a spot for one’s car becomes an Olympic event, because once you clear it, you have to put someone out there to save it until you get the car and park it there 🙂


I remember well, during my childhood in Minneapolis, that if it didn’t snow by Thanksgiving, there was definitely a problem somewhere. We anticipated that snow. When it finally came, we were out there in two or three pairs of pants, coats, boots, mittens, mufflers, hats. We slid, dug out caves, had snowball forts and fights, staying out until we were soaked and frozen. This was before the era of the snowmobile suits that kept you warm and dry for a lot longer!

Back inside we’d go, putting our wet gear over the radiators until it was dry.  If it wasn’t too dark, we’d put it all on again and go back out for more. Fun times. The snow out there was usually wet enough for packing, but not the kind of wet we get out here, where it doesn’t get as cold.

The book of Job talks about snow:“Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail,”  Job 38:22. There are others; the one most of us know best is probably Psalm 51:7.

PS.  From the color of the sky and the velocity of the wind out there, I suspect there’s snow coming our way.  Those gargantuan clouds must still have something leftover 🙂

Please, Stop!

Rarely do I use this blog as a commentary on current events. Today I’m stepping away from that policy, because I’m appalled (not surprised, just appalled) at some of the behaviors on both sides of the political spectrum.

The anti-Trump riots are disgraceful.  I watched a video yesterday in which a gang of hoodlums was physically banging on a car, threatening the driver, while chanting “Peaceful Protest! Peaceful Protest!”  Right.  Fires, flag burning, vandalism and threats that there will be casualties in order to effect change?  NOT peaceful protests. Not even close.

Then I hear some stories from the other end of the spectrum:  A Muslim woman being verbally abused and intimidated because she was wearing her hijab.  An American-born college woman who was both verbally and physically abused by some street thugs because she is Latino. Both these people were informed that now that Trump will be President, they’re going to get what’s coming to them. There is no excuse for such behavior. Mr. Trump would not condone it, and it’s not what he’s been talking about.

I don’t care which side of the political playing field you are on–such behavior is never helpful, never right, never appropriate.

At this point, I’m not personally touched by such evil.  We live in a calm and quiet neighborhood where such behavior is not condoned and would be shocking to everyone, Liberal and Conservative alike.  But if it doesn’t stop, if people don’t get their heads on straight, it could very well be that this evil will spread from the cities into the surrounding suburbs and beyond.

I find it completely disgusting that college students are being pampered with therapy dogs and depression treatment, even having tests canceled, because their candidate lost. How pathetic is that!  They are crying and moaning, while at the same time other young people their age are out on the battlefields of the MidEast, working to protect people who do not have the privileges of this republic. I know which ones I would choose to stand for my own freedom!

I believe that the only real healing in our land will be a spiritual revival. Only the power of the Holy Spirit can calm people’s hearts and turn this ugliness around. We need to remember that Satan is at the root of all of it, on both sides. Anger, hatred, threats, actual violence–this is not of God.  It is of Satan.

We need to pray. We need to learn to forgive, to heal, to come together.  “Divided we fall” is just as true as it ever was. Please, stop this madness.  Stop the hatred, the vitriolic speech, the threats and the violence.  It is gaining nothing. It never does.


I Wish I Could Put a Bandaid on it!

I’ve just realized something.

Looks like I’m down for the count. Not sure what that means yet. I have an MRI scheduled on Monday the 10th, but I can’t get in to see the surgeon until Nov 14 and I have no idea how long before he schedules surgery, IF he schedules surgery.

Remember believing that putting a Band Aid on an owie made it feel better?  Does any have a very large Band-Aid?


In the meantime, I can’t work. That’s not good for us at all, but there’s just no way I can climb stairs, sit in my chair several hours. I’m taking strong pain meds and muscle relaxers, and the doc gave me renewal indefinitely. I find that rather scary. The pain is in my sacroiliac joint, left side. So that involves the sciatic nerve, and basically i’m a little old woman tottering around with either my cane or a walker that Terry had stashed away in the attic. You need a tool? Come on over. Terry has one. Probably two or three 🙂


So, for my praying friends, please pray:
1) Relief from the pain
2) The MRI, in which I will be entombed for around 30 min to an hour. It scares the tech when I scream and cry
3) I’m on a list for “if there’s a cancellation we’ll call you” for the appt. on Nov. 14. Please pray that I can get in sooner. Not that I want anyone to suffer, just that someone will miraculously grow stronger bones.
4)I can’t work with this kind of pain. I’m trying to figure out if there’s some way I could see my clients using Skype but there are difficulties with that.
5) Pray for Terry. He always takes such good care of me when I’m sick, but I worry about his own pain with his injured foot.
6) If I do have to sit out the next two or three months, pray that I will be inspired to use the time to write. I need to write “The Book” that’s been rolling around in my head for several years now. Maybe I could call it “Rolling Stone.” Oh, no. I can’t. Some rock group already has that name.

Finally, it would be really cool if I could delete the “celebrating a birthday” thingy. I have no idea what I did to get it there.

Well. It’s gone. Yay.

A Thought for Today

“Good government generally begins in the family, and if the moral character of a people once degenerates, their political character must soon follow.”
― Elias Boudinot

History has shown this statement to be true over and over again.  So instead of calling our leaders ugly names, instead of becoming way less than Christ-like in our words and attitudes about the present sad offering of Presidential candidates, we need to do some self-examination.

Was there “good government” in your family? Were you grounded in God’s Word?  Were you taught manners, respect, the value of hard work, and the good stewardship of your finances? Were you taught to be decent toward others, even those with whom you disagree?

No family is perfect, but we do tend to pass on to our children what we learned growing up.

So if you were allowed to set your own boundaries as a child; if you were permitted to throw tantrums, if your parents were obedient to your every whim, then that’s most likely what you are passing on to your children.

Or, if there were things you felt were unfair when you were growing up, you’re probably not requiring that thing of your own children.That philosophy teaches them pretty quickly that if there’s something they don’t like, then they shouldn’t have to do it.

I’m not completely sure when good government in the home fell apart in America. Some would point us back to the permissive parenting styles of child psychologists like Dr. Benjamin Spock. His book does seem to have been something of a landmark in parenting practices.

I never read it. Neither did my parents.

I’m about to make a very general statement here that will probably get me into a lot of trouble, but here goes:

If you came from an orderly, Christ-centered,  well-governed home, you’re probably not out there with screaming, looting, rioting, angry people who know no other way to express themselves and wouldn’t care if they did.


Government, as Hillary believes it should, must NOT be the primary molder and shaper of our children. No government ever gave birth to a baby. Parents conceive babies together in an act of mutual love and caring, and no government should ever have the right to snatch that baby and leave the parents with nothing more than a guardianship role to play in the child’s life.

In America, government was designed to serve and protect, not to  control and supervise us in the smallest details of our lives.

When that balance of power shifts, and government becomes primary in influencing families and children, then any nation is in deep trouble.

America is no exception.