January 28, 2021

Hello Thursday!

I love Thursdays, the anticipation of the weekend, my favorite British tv shows, and a chance to visit with friends or family. Today has all of those!
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Things I like this week:

Two joys in my life right now are stitching and reading (beside my family of course), and I have done plenty of both this week. Stitch by day, read by night. Other things go on in the background, but they are just that - background. I have the feeling that I need to get as much done as I can before something puts a halt to it. That halt is usually hay and garden season and it's almost time to start planting and fertilizing. But for now, my time is my own and I love it!

Hubby is taking a ham radio weekend so I am taking another stay-at-home sewing weekend. This is the second one this month. I could really get used to these.

One little thing that has brought joy into my life this week is something that is so insignificant that no one else would ever notice. A cat has started visiting us at night. I don't know how long it has been coming; one morning after a heavy rain, there were little muddy footprints all over the porch. Since then, I've been putting out a little food in the evening and most of the time, the food is gone in the morning.

Books I've read (not just this week): 

I don't think I've talked about books before. I used to be a prolific reader, but that was BEP (Before Eye Problems) and now I'm doing good to read a book in a week. So far this year, I've read:

Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann, a historical non-fiction. It is a story about the Osage Indian Nation of Oklahoma in the 1920's. They were among the richest people in the nation after oil was discovered under their land and then their people began dying. At first it seemed that the deaths were from natural causes, but as the number of deaths kept climbing, people began to wonder. Local police found nothing and finally federal agents were called in. These federal agents were to become the FBI.

This book blew me away. Living as close to Oklahoma as I do, having relatives in Oklahoma, and having a Chickasaw heritage, I was amazed that I had never heard this before. The author did extensive research, far more than the FBI did at that time, and what he uncovered is interesting, shocking, revealing, paranoiac, and horrifying. Through it all, I was impressed with the people, the Osage who lived through it and the federal agents who investigated despite the danger they faced from people who didn't want the truth uncovered.


Cherry Cheesecake Murder by Joanne Fluke, a cozy mystery. I have read other books in this series and with each one, I liked the author's writing style less and less. I reached my limit with this book. All of the books are written for adults, but written on a junior high (or younger) reading level. Her overly explanatory style may be fine for a ten year old, but she makes inferences to clues, makes a deduction, and then beats the reader over the head detailing how she reached the conclusion.


A Thousand Spendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, historial fiction. This is first book I've read by this author and he is a gifted writer. It is the story of two women in Afghanistan who live through emotional and physical abuse, wars, political unrest, and suppression of women's freedom. And yet, they each found love and became stronger together. I hoped for, but didn't expect the ending for the younger woman, Laila. I read a review once of a Western Novel written by a woman and the reviewer said that a woman writer couldn't understand or describe a man's lack of emotion. This author however, totally understands the ebb and flow of women's emotions. His biography says that he came to America in 1980, well before the Afghan War, and yet, he writes about it as if he has personal experience. His descriptions made me feel like I was there, listening to the whistle of the bomb and waiting to see where it hit. As I neared the end of this book, I was torn whether to read faster and find out what happened to these women I had come to love, or slow down so the book didn't have to end so soon.

Things That Make Me Thankful:

My mother had surgery this week and got a pacemaker. She is already feeling better. She also has a friend who is struggling financially, and they worked out an arrangement so the friend will live with mom most of the time. And that makes me feel better.

My daughter is coming here today. She is only coming for one night and probably wants help moving from her apartment, but I am thankful she still wants to spend time with us.


I know I am late to the party(s), but I am linking this post to:
Thankful Thursday at Knit by God's Hand
Thankful Thursday at Brian's Home
Little Things Thursday at Random-osity

January 11, 2021

Day Two of Snow

Yesterday, it snowed nearly all day. The temperature was about 34 and the ground much warmer, so a lot of it melted instantly, but we did end up with several inches. My daughter brought the boys out to build snowmen and she ended up doing all the work. The boys ate some snow (hopefully it was clean snow) and then said they were cold and wanted to come inside and have hot chocolate. Evidently, hot chocolate had been promised as an incentive to finish the job

But the boys came in and Hubby went out to help finish the job. It was such wet snow that the snowmen were quickly created. Yes, I said snowMEN; there were two of them. Or maybe one was supposed to be a snowwoman. Unfortunately, the second snowperson suffered from an incurable case of headlessness. Maybe the body wasn't quite big enough, or was too misshapen, but the head just wouldn't stay on. Then boys gathered up some curtain rods for arms, bottle caps for eyes, and of course a carrot and hat and went out to help finish the job and pose for pictures. But first, Hubby asked the boys if they wanted to knock over the headless snowman and the six year old said "I can do that!" (That's what he says about everything, whether he can do it or not.) He stepped back about five feet, ran at the snowman... and bounced backward into the snow.  It was a heavy lineman, headless snowman. But not to be defeated, he begged his little brother to join forces and they ran at the snowman together... and little one tripped on his gigantic scarf mittens and went into the snowman head first, knocking the middle off the base.   You can see some of the base behind my daughter.

In the time it took to get the boys out of their snow gear and settled around the table for a warm treat, the snowman's head was beginning to lean forward like he was about to nod off to sleep. We told the boys the snowman would last long after the rest of the snow melted, but this is what it looked like this morning.

I'm not sure if the temperature got down below freezing during the night, but there were some school closings this morning and our local school had a delayed start. Because of Covid, today was the first day back after the Christmas break. The roads are clear, but the bridges could be icy if there was a freeze.

This is a view out my side window where the snow hasn't been trompled. I spent a lot of time looking out the window yesterday, marvelling at this rare snow fall, and I'll probably look out a lot today. But right now I hear the snow sliding off the roof, so I know it won't last long.

What is your weather like today?

January 10, 2021


Our part of the state gets snow about one day in every ten years and I guess today is that day. It's beautiful snow, with big wet flakes falling softly. It's the kind of snow that makes us hum "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas."

Sometimes I get homesick, not just for my mother and friends still there, but for snow and the memories of the cold crisp days of fresh snow, even the days after when it is the dirty mounds down the center of the road - a cold barrier separating cars. I don't miss the days I went to my car in the morning and couldn't get my key in the frozen door lock.

December 28, 2020

2020 Was a Year of Throwing out the Old

The older I get, the less stuff I want. The less stuff, the less cleaning. The less cleaning, the more time for fun. That's the plan. The hard part has been getting rid of all. this. stuff! I've offered it to my friends, I've listed it on buy/sell/swap groups, and I've listed it free on facebook's local town group. As one of my friends so crudely put it, "I don't want your crap to become my crap." True, some things are old enough to be antiques, but some things were still brand new in the box. I've given away a total of two items; I had to beg Hubby to load up the rest and haul it to the thrift store. He hates doing that for some reason. Maybe for the same reason he hates returning things to stores, although there, I think it's the standing in line part.

After my second eye surgery, I experience dry eyes and asked Hubby to buy me some eye drops from the store. When he brought it to me, I noticed it was contact lens solution and no where on the box did it say it could be used as eye drops or for dry eyes. He wouldn't take it back. So the next time he went to a bigger town, I asked him to buy me some eye drops. That evening when he handed me the box and, you guessed it, another box of contact lens solution.

But back to the ridding of stuff. It seems that I am not the only one trying to simplify in 2020. I wonder if it's the extra spare time we all had this year, or if other people have just looked around and realized how much easier life would be without all that stuff. I'm not sure why younger people aren't taking anything though, especially when it is free. Maybe because it isn't new? I couldn't even give away a doll and cradle. I think it's because it didn't do anything. It didn't transform into something else, the doll didn't walk and talk, and neither shot arrows out of hidden parts. It is just a doll and cradle and my kids spent hours rocking everything from dolls and stuffed animals to real live puppies. The puppies weren't keen on rocking so it was back to dolls and stuffed animals.

Oh well. The thrift store reopens Wednesday.

November 29, 2020

A Thanksgiving Surprise

I thought there would just be the two of us here for Thanksgiving, but Lil and her husband wanted to come now for their yearly visit. They usually come after Christmas, but it looks like we're in for another lockdown which could last until next spring. They live in Missouri and both work for a big company with exposure to a lot of people, so I was hesitant about getting together, but Hubby isn't as cautious as I am and insisted they come for the week. Brownie had to work a half day on Thanksgiving, so we kept the boys that morning too. We all wore masks, at least the adults did. The boys kept taking their off and had to be reminded to put them back on. When it was time to go home, for the first time ever, the boys were glad to leave.

But that's not the surprise. Lil brought her little dog, who wanted to run in the yard after they got out of the car and came in covered with fleas! Well, maybe not covered, but there were a lot on her. Since we don't have any pets, we couldn't figure out where they were coming from. Deer come near the house, and we have seen skunks right outside the door, but we've had those since we moved here and never had a flea problem. Hubby walked around the house and saw the telltale signs of wild hogs! They were everywhere around the house. There was no rooting damage, at least not yet, but plenty of sign that they had been there for awhile. A quick google search for wild hogs and fleas showed that they did indeed leave fleas behind when they rubbed against things and rolled in their wallows. I had been hearing some odd sounds at night, thumps like something big hit the house, and that has been going on for a couple of weeks.

Lil and I went to the city for a little Christmas shopping and a stop at the pet store for a bag full of flea supplies, for the dog, the yard, and inside the house. Despite constant spraying and bathing the dog, she continued to pick up fleas and bring them in and they decided to leave the day after Thanksgiving instead of staying the weekend. Mr. Google told us that the bestf way to get rid of the hogs was to kill one in their new, favorite night spot, preferably with a hog trap. That has been easier said than done since we don't have a hog trap or a gun to kill them. But we have neighbors who have been hog hunting on their land, so after the holiday, Hubby will start putting the word out for someone who can get rid of them. Meanwhile, we are treating the yard every day.

What a Thanksgiving. Next year, we are going to go camping. Alone.