IN Carmel

            The last rose of summer and fall.  This rose is one that we moved to this house 50 years ago.                                                                            Doug rooted it even longer ago than that.  There was an early morning wake up, but I just stayed in bed till 6.  I checked to see if there was any new news.  Nothing new is the answer I determined.  The scales told me that I'm still dropping weight, but I hope that will change next week when Monjara has a chance to leave my system.  I had breakfast and then it was sewing machine time.  Sewing burps is a wonderful way to just lose my mind in fabric, thread and needle.  I finished 10 more.  I texted Ginni with the hope I can drop 100 off at church again this weekend.   I told Doug I thought the candy supply had dwindled.  With the weather being decent I think we should have a good number of kids. This is really a Doug event.  He's the candy man. The neighborhood is changing again with new families movi

  '                                                                                 Flowers from Rita.\ Another good day.  They are piling up and I have no regrets.  Last night I did some cutting resulting in 8 burps ready to sew this morning.  So that was one of those morning things to work on finishing them in record time.                                                                                                  So cute! One last thing before our trip north was to prepare take out bags for our next Saturday's workday at church. That means opening 60 plastic bags getting them ready to fill.  I'm going to do another set of 60 knowing that we will be at the monastery the last Saturday in November.  It just makes life a little easier on days when the staff is less in number.                          120 bags ready for the month of November.  Teaching taught me to work ahead.  Then it was time for Doug to take me for a ride to I U North again for my two Fulvestrant shots

 Yikes...NO PICTURES tonight because I forgot my phone in Kathy's car.  Well, it slipped down beside the passenger seat almost never to be seen again.  I didn't miss it right away but I do now. We'll pick it up tomorrow.  So sorry.  I'm even sorrier than you are.   It's been a good day.  Woo, woo!!!!! A very good day.  Was that Frank Sinatra? Awake at 6 with just one wake up during the night.  I downed my thyroid pill sometime during the night and then back to sleep till 6. This is my week starting today off of Kisqali and that always makes me happy.  I just feel better. No three pills a day for a week.  Now I'm blaming those pills on the fact that I forget things, but it could be caused by something else like age.  I choose Kisqali.  Ha, Ha.   So, one thing that I had forgotten was how to order more pills.  So, I called my friend Julie who I have never met but we've talked a lot on the phone.  She is Dr. Schneider's nurse.  I heard again it's one of

 This morning started around 4:30. I should have known it would be a wild and crazy day, but I wasn't that smart to know the signs.  I finally got up.  Mornings have not been easy lately.  NOTHING, absolutely NOTHING wants to be called breakfast.  I've tried different things, but nothing is working.  Food in the morning is not a winner in my book. I'm trying to maintain weight so eating is sort of necessary. I was piddling around in the kitchen, and I decided to clean off and reorganize the floating shelves Jared built for me a few years ago.  They had replaced much to my delight some cabinets full of dishes that had fallen off the wall.  The shelves hold some important things to me that I see every day.  But, as usual they need dusting, and I like to add and subtract things.  So, I accomplished that.                  I'll add fresh flowers until they aren't any more.  An abundance of flowers happened this year.                                              White env

 It was a slow wake up.  An explanation...I woke up around 6 as usual, dressed for church, ate breakfast and then watched a bit of TV with my eyes closed until it was almost time to leave for church.  Woo...A break and then a big sleep and then time to head south.   I love Sundays.  Having been a member at North for 57 years is such a plus.  The children sang and I knew all of their moms and dads.  One of the dads having sung in the children's choir when he was 5 years old.  I love that kind of family history one can experience in that sort of setting.  My friend Logan was in the group.  The children sang This Train is Bound for Glory and Anna blew a train whistle at the beginning and end of the song. I knew Anna's great grandmother when she attended church. This picture was taken during their rehearsal.  Two more children were added to the group.  Anna is tooting on her train whistle.  Their red robes were made by the church ladies at least 70 years ago in cotton fabric that w

 It's the last Saturday of the month that means it's another Saturday to do Bread and Bowl at church.  That's the name at its beginning and we did do a peanut butter sandwich and a bowl of soup.  Not anymore! A volunteer lettuce plant.  I wish there were more.  It has worked hard to be alive, so I'll enjoy it this way.  So, we were off on the way soon after 8.  And there was some quiet time getting things ready for the morning of work.  Conversations during this early prep time mix me up so I'm delighted to have about 20 or more minutes of quiet to get this mission work on its way to a successful conclusion.  The contribution from Second Helping was wonderful chicken and mashed potatoes.  It was yummy and well appreciated. Three pans that serve 18 each were put in the oven.  We added our usual vegetables and deserts and a piece of bread and coffee for coffee drinkers.  We found freshly packaged fruit in the refrigerator and a few other things were added to the takeo

 The day started slowly again. I just let it be slow as long as it wanted to be. No pushing the envelope.  The pills were swallowed, and the once-a-week diabetic shot happened.  Coffee happened and today I tried oatmeal again.  Friday was on the way.   My favorite way to take pictures of the leaves.  So pretty and so unique.  It's a God creation. A thyroid pill should happen in the middle of the night on an empty stomach and on a stomach that should stay empty while the pill does it's work.  While checking for pill time, I discovered that the light on my Timex watch was gone telling me it needed a new battery.             I love macaroni.  Doug hates it.  So today part of the soup has it and part of the soup doesn't.                                                                                                           We're both happy. So, the news to Doug in the morning was the need for a battery run as well as an Aldi run.  I needed onions.  So, we did both but of

 Today was a Molasses Day.  What does that tell you?  I hope it says slow.  Life just seemed a little slow and not moving very fast today.  So that lasted for a while.  At some point I said enough.  Time is up.  The oven timer is buzzing.  The alarm clock is alarming.  You get the drift.  I need to get moving. I moved to the sewing room and did a whole lot of cutting preparing for marking and sewing you know what.  So, there are stacks waiting for the next step but I'm not sure when that happens.  It certainly didn't today.  Maybe tomorrow.  That took up most of the morning.  For some reason I forgot to take a picture of a Trump sign.  I'm sure you all know what they look like.                                                                                                 No reminder needed.  Doug talked voting again, so we gave it a try with arriving about an hour before the doors opened.  We were the second car in the parking lot.  I had Stella with us which helped a whol

 Trash day.  A super marker for mid-way through the week.  Another morning with a little fruit.  So far so good.  I started on the next 10 burps sewing 5 during the morning and finishing up with the last 5 after lunch.                                                         It 's the next twenty.  They keep adding up.  After filling bobbins this morning, I realized I had a problem with the sewing machine.  It happened once before, and the solution was to take it to the magic men.  A smidgen of a piece of thread had gotten stuck in a place that only could be removed by someone with sewing machine tools that I didn't have.  So off we went, and I'm happy to say I had made the correct diagnoses.  The problem was corrected, and I also got an evaluation about a lot of other problems that were evident.  I wasn't surprised.  It's been years and years since anything has been corrected in that machine.  I'm back home with it but have an appointment the 6th of January that

                   Seeing forsythia blooming now is just as crazy as seeing Pansey's planted in the fall.                                                                                                          I am a traditionalist. Up early and it's time for breakfast.  That meal hasn't been easy lately. Eating isn't exactly what I want to do.  That's not good for a body that needs nourishment.  Eggs with a whole lot of interesting things added.  Oatmeal with fruit, all uck.  Today I just tried fruit by itself for breakfast.  Half of a banana, a plum, and some grapes.  It went better and I finished all of it eventually.  That might work for a while.  That would be good.  Later I added an English Muffin. That was a lot of food. There was TV and coffee and then it was time to get busy.  So, I cut and sews more burps That felt good and filled the morning.                                 Ten more babies taken care of.  12 more burps ready for sewing tomorrow.  There w