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Tuesday

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  ``                  A fresh bunch of color for your enjoyment and reminding me of last evenings sun set.                                                              Many sunset pictures were posted by friends on Facebook.  Another not so pokey day.  I'm ready for a change.  At 6:30 pm the chair is my nest.   It all started at the sewing machine finishing burps I started a few days ago.   Then today was identified as turkey day.  It was time to roast the bird.  It was in the oven a little after 8.  All 18 lbs. of turkey.  And Turkey was finished close to 1 pm.  I rested the turkey and Doug got busy with his six knives around 2:30. No need to hurry that procedure since the turkey was destined, looking a bit different to go back in the freezer until the trip south.  That happened with a smidgen destined to stay here for our eating enjoyment.  There will be plenty going south.             The goose pan is full of turkey meat.  White for some, of course dark for Dee with plenty for

Monday

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 Today was NOT one of those pokey days.  Pokey passed me by.  I did some sewing and then I was off to church to meet Heidi to get a jump on visuals for Advent.  You know me...plan ahead and be happy when the gang gets there. Panic is not good.  And I mentioned that when I'm charting a new path, it has a better chance to succeed when all is quiet.  Today there was some charting to do.  Ten o'clock was the starting time and we left church at 2.  Yes, a lot happened.   We worked on the new nativity set, placing the driftwood as well as succulents and then all the fun fantastical pieces of the Patience Bruster nativity set.                                                         Did you notice that the camel is wearing shoes?                                                                                                    It would seem that one of the wise men arrived on an elephant.                                                                            If memory serves me cor

Sunday

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I owe the Lord a morning song of gratitude and praise.   A song my mother sang often in the morning. This sunrise demanded that song.  For the kind mercy he has shown in lengthening out my days.   We headed off to church earlier than usual.  Tis the season to start thinking Advent.  A few days ago Heidi and I identified things we wanted to use this year in places around the church.                              This was the morning to start moving things from the attic to the first floor.  That takes a lot of steps to accomplish and using young legs is the answer.  So it began.  Heidi was in the attic getting the process started and I was at the end of the line receiving items.  Nativities were moved.  Outside east and west doors will once again receive roping and bows. Next week we hope to move some angels that are too fragile for the kids to get their hands on.  We've learned.  Older folks will move them.                            A wonderful crew of young leg workers with the f

Saturday

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                                          Mock Quince blooming today.  This is crazy weather but I'll take it. Today is another day I lived in the pokey box.  Not too much going on.  I kept it that way.  Sleepless in Seattle didn't happen.  It happened in Carmel last night.  So, I used it to sleep this morning and afternoon, watch TV and do a bit of sewing burps.  Patty called and we made final plans to attend the Umoja dinner/fund raiser tomorrow evening.  That should be a lot of fun.                                                                         Sitting on the kitchen counter.   I'm a little uneasy about my sewing machine.  It seems to want to do some unusual sewing.  Knowing how old it is and the hours I spent with it this past year or so might tell me something. It has an appointment for some major overhauling at the beginning of January, it is really showing its age again just like a few other things at this address.  I may need to hang it up for a while unles

Friday

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``````````````````````````````Another 2024 memory for 2025 inspiration. It was a slow morning that started EARLY.  Enough said. I had breakfast and pulled the candle in off the patio where it was for the night.  The candle slid out of the mold just like it should, and it will be on its way to church Sunday.  I sent Heidi a picture.                               So pretty.  The best one ever made.  It's the color blue at church this Christmas Then I sat around for a while and finally made an effort to have something to show for the morning. The world was turning pretty slow for this time of day. I started sewing burps that had been cut a few days ago.  That went on until it was time to meet my Muldoon teacher friends for lunch.  Woo...words flew from 11:15 till nearly 2 pm.  There were lots of laughs.   Then to the drugstore to add Magnesium pills to the pill case.  Yes, there is some of that lacking inside of me and the old body will just work a little better with some added in pil

Thursday

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 This morning was one of those gray mornings that felt damp and dank.  It was a great morning not to look out the window.  And the energy level was pretty low so the chair held a sleeping Lela for more minutes than planned.                                                          Gorgeous reminders of a summer gone..   Finally, a little after 10 it was time to hit the road once again for I U North.  Our path north needs to change sooner than later.  This time it was only to a once a year heart doc visit who takes care of my heart when it's racing.  Once a year isn't so bad.  I would say the report was pretty good with a mild change in medication, because of lab news and a return in 3 months for another EKG. A doctor visit again in 6 months.  Pretty good deal.  That's the plan right now. Then back home and an afternoon with my friend Heidi with a demo on how to make an Advent Candle.  I've written and pictured all the instructions, but Heidi wanted to see the actual proc

Wednesday

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 I pray I have some brain power left before I move on to the big house in heaven.  It's sad when the brain wears out before the body.  I would prefer the first option.  This is really important when one wants to remember what time the hair appointment is.  Poor Mike.  Working with old folks is a challenge.                            Flowers still blooming.  They are a bit brittle often braking when being picked.                                               Brittle is a good word for other things going south.  But then there is peanut brittle.                                                                                                 Now that's a winner for sure.  I realized that my hair cut was scheduled for 10 AM when I checked the calendar, the time on my watch was 10:15.  Oops.  Another goof.  I was thinking eleven. But gracious Mike said come on in and Mike being just 10 blocks away meant less than a 10-minute drive would get me there.  So, I'm looking much better