10 December 2016

come sit some more.

to the left of my sink and on an otherwise forgotten cake pedestal .. sits a vintage vase of roses from our garden. the last of the year before my hubs clipped back all our bushes. the bushes sleep until the first sign of spring .. but the last roses remain surprisingly intact 2 weeks later.

mom is having challenges post surgery.. while we know that's "normal" for older folks, it's nonetheless challenging. for her - certainly. but also for her daughters. especially the two who will be caring for her in the immediate future when she gets out of the hospital. the anesthesia then percocet Rx has produced severe confusion and a combative nature. while its effects are slowly dissipating (they stopped administering that Rx), concern arises and takes center stage. we all feel helpless. and then there's getting the one sisters home ready to welcome mom .. changes and additions. please .. pray for  my mom's recovery. and pray for the obvious strength and empathy and wisdom and discernment my two sisters closest in proximity require. and for my washington state sister and myself - that we would be able to somehow provide support before we can make our way south. very concerned for my mom just now..

i made a quiche this morning. we each enjoyed a slice along with orange sections and coffee. and i made chocolate mint bark which is now in the freezer. i have butter on the counter - softening to be added to russian tea cake cookie dough. will be getting out and about for some necessary ingredients for other recipes on my list. every year i say i'll only bake 3 things. eye roll. will i ever learn? i think not. my plan was set in place to make 2 or 3 things. then i heard that a man at my hubs work asked if i was making a Christmas dessert platter again. and there went my plan...... wink.

hoping your day is lovely in every way.
thank you in advance for praying.
much love,

09 December 2016

come sit with me.

do you watch *you've got mail*? i think i've watched it too many times to count and every time is a personal delight. meg ryan character begins corresponding with the tom hanks character with, "i like to write as if we're already having a conversation and are friends" or similar words .. and i'd like to do that in this post as well.

oh boy .. and then my mind goes blank. ever do that? ever want to tell someone something and when it's your turn to talk your mind goes blank? sigh. ever want to introduce someone and you can't remember their name? i've done that. wanted to introduce my husband to someone and couldn't remember his name -  my mind went blank! i kid you not!!! so he reminded me his name. and i was embarrassed. funny embarrassed but embarrassed nonetheless.

my mother had her 2nd knee replacement surgery yesterday. her first was a few years back and she nearly bounced back in recovery. my sisters (all 431 of 'em) and i are hoping the same for this surgery though she's a bit older now and as we get older we don't always 'bounce' back like tigger (of winnie the pooh fame). but we're hoping just the same. once she leaves the slammer hospital she'll go home with the sister who lives nearest to her and the rest of us will take turns doting, helping, tending, and more. it's an honor. we may watch Misery .. the movie with Kathy Bate & James Caan. or not. wink.-

i used to have to almost jog to keep up with mom - her gait was swift! she isn't *as* fast ('specially right at this moment!) so i can beat her in a race to the elevator where she lives. awesome.

one sister texted me a picture of mom eating what appeared to be red colored jello in her hospital bed post surgery post recovery. pre-surgery the anesthesiologist gave her a spinal block and some {as that sister put it} michael jackson juice. i'm assuming it was a deep twilight type juice. regardless, mom was awake and seemingly alert based on the texted picture. it was *good* to 'see' her!

here's a picture of my beautiful mother .. definitely PRE hospitalization.

it's snowing at the home of my washington state sister. pictures of the white stuff were texted and i swOoned and am quietly happily jealous of what she's experiencing at her locale. hoping the white stuff sticks with more joining it so she'll have a white Christmas which is a favorite thing of hers.

it's raining at our place. off and on. when off that's the time we skidaddle outside to take the pooch for a walk so she can do big business and get her yaya's out .. not that she has a lot of yaya's to get out because she's a pretty low key pooch. unless you ring the doorbell or knock on the door. then she becomes larger than life ready to take down the monsters on the other side. or food. with food she gets almost overly excited. and the mention of a walk .. when you say the word walk. she does flips. almost. for me. for other people the dirge plays and she quietly goes along with the commands making no secret of her personal distaste that i'm not coming along. poor dear. she has a new sweater. it's a hoodie style in classic black .. very Jackie O ...

i have a dental appointment this morning .. twice a year cleaning. xrays as well. the paper stuff the tech puts in my mouth makes me gag. it's not my favorite procedure. nor is the cleaning. nor is ANY dental work. see a pattern here? but my dentist is wonderful and takes care of my dental fears but i wish he'd offer some michael jackson juice in the process.

i'm working at the antique shop today and since my feet are giving me grief lately i'll be sure to wear comfy shoes cuz lots of walking happens during my shift. lots of wrapping, ringing up, climbing to retrieve items that sometimes are decided against at the register and i have to climb and put back in place, almost always happy smiles from customers, and with the Christmas music playing and the prettiness abounding throughout the store, makes for a very nice day. although...if i have to hear michael jackson sing I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus one more time i think i might scream. i'll accept his twilight juice but not his voice. i'm sorry.

last night i made peanut clusters using white chocolate and pumpkin spice peanuts. i ate one and deem them delicious. i want more. but won't partake. they're in plastic and in the outside freezer. every day i'm trying to make a treat .. and in the end i'll have a huge platter or three of treats that the hubs will deliver to the troops at his place of employ. other candies, cookies, and slices of sweet breads, bundt cake(s), will be included. but next on the list (for tomorrow) is russian tea cakes and chocolate crinkles. the hubs will help (he just doesn't know it yet) and keep me from eating the goods. trying to garner strength against that which causes my body angst.

we're reading through a wonderful advent book by John Piper and are so blessed by the way he has shared every devotion. we're gleaning so much biblical truth... please consider ordering the book for this year still! or in preparation for next. in fact, why wait for Christmas? any time of year is the right time of year! here's a picture of the book,
  The Dawning of Indestructible Joy.

yesterday morning i boiled a pound of pasta, drained it, and tossed it in a bit of olive oil. tonight we'll have dinner easily put together . . . pasta, mushrooms with garlic and sage, roasted brussel sprouts (from an earlier in week meal which were packaged and frozen for this reason), crispy bacon, and parmesan/asiago curls. all tossed together yUm yUm. looking forward.

but for now? . . . . .

coffee is ready ...
the hubs brewed it.
he's my favorite.
and i must go for the day awaits with anticipation.
and hopefully some michael jackson juice at the dentist.

til next time...


06 December 2016

a vintage finish.

i have a plethora of creamware platters..
using one to pile some of my
vintage christmas bulbs was a good decision.
most of my bulbs are silver
but a few are soft pink, yellow, white, and even
a dainty delicate turquoise number made its
way to the very tippy top of the heap.

and .. oh look!
a picture of me.
look close .. the reflection.
the camera - and moi.

i love how the finish has rubbed off with age.
hm. personal significance. me too! wink.
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