Our Daily Thread 12-1-16

Good Morning!

24 days until Christmas!

Today’s header is from Kim.ย 

And since it’s kind of a tradition, to kick off the season….

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Anyone have a QoD?

 

70 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 12-1-16

  1. Good morning. It’s December already and 48 degrees in Greensboro. It has been a warm fall. Not at all like Hendersonville.

    Yesterday, I heard that the plane that crashed in S. America had run out of gas. I was incredulous. Not only that, I didn’t believe it. So I questioned it. Kathleena said they were likely n a holding pattern.
    Not that. Low fuel raises your priority.
    When I was in the AF, I never knew a plane to leave the ground without a full tank of fuel. It doesn’t cost any more to run of a full tank than an empty one.
    A plane never goes somewhere without enough fuel to go somewhere else, if needed.
    That’s why we flew our C-97’s from Westover to Lages on the way to Frankfort. It could make it direct on the great circle, but no fuel to spare.

    There is something wrong. I suspect there will be a serious inquiry about this event.

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  2. It is a new hybrid poinsettia that has been out about 5 years. It is called Christmas Rose. They are smaller “blooms” and more of them. Mr. P and I bought this one and another more traditional looking one last Saturday. It intrigued me that this one was smaller because I had just read the following in a Debbie Macomber book, One Simple Act.

    Legend of the Poinsettia
    SOME TIME AGO, I heard a lovely Christmas story about Maria, a young girl who lived on a poor family farm in a small village in Mexico. It was a custom in the village to glorify the Christmas season with special events to celebrate the birth of the Christ Child, Jesus. Everyone took part in the preparations by festively decorating the village church and the piazza in front of it. Even the children helped by making gifts to give to the Baby Jesus on Christmas Eve.

    Maria wanted to make a very special gift. She had helped her mother before with the loom, so she tried, on her own, to weave a colorful blanket. But Maria was too inexperienced and the yarns became an entangled mess. Maria was heartbroken. She wanted so much to be able to march in procession with the other village children, but she had no gift to give to the Christ Child.

    Finally it was Christmas Eve! The villagers gathered in the piazza. Some whispered that they thought they could hear angels singing tonight. Everyone was ready. Holding lit candles, all the villagers began to process down the aisle amid joyous music and singing.

    All except for Maria, who hid in the shadows, watching with tears in her eyes as the procession to the church started.

    “I donโ€™t have a gift for the Baby Jesus,” she sniffled softly. “I tried and tried to make something beautiful, but instead I ruined it.”

    Suddenly, Maria heard a voice. She looked up and saw only a bright star in the sky; it seemed to hover and shine over the village church. Was it this star that spoke to her?

    “Maria,” she heard the voice again, “The baby Jesus will love whatever you give because it comes from your heart. Love is what makes any gift special.”

    With that, Maria stepped out from the shadows. Nearby she noticed some tall green weeds. She rushed over and quickly filled her arms with the weeds, covering them with her manto. Then she ran swiftly to the church.

    By the time she arrived, the candles were ablaze and the children were singing as they walked down the aisle carrying their gifts to the Christ Child.

    Padre Francesco placed the figure of the baby Jesus in the manger, with the childrenโ€™s gifts all around it.

    Suddenly, Maria was scared when she saw all those people dressed in such beautiful clothes, and she was dressed so poorly. She tried to slip behind one of the big pillars, but she was too slow. Padre Francesco saw her.

    “Maria, Maria,” he called out. “Hurry girl, come, bring up your gift!”

    Maria was terrified. She wondered, “Do I run away? Do I go forward?”

    The Padre saw her apprehension and coaxed her more gently, “Maria, come up here and see the Baby Jesus. There is space left for one more gift.”

    Before she could think, Maria found herself walking down the main aisle of the church.

    “What is Maria carrying under her manto?” the villagers whispered. “Whereโ€™s her gift?”

    Padre Francesco stepped down from the altar and walked with Maria to the Christmas crรจche. Maria bowed her head and said a prayer then opened her manto and let the weeds tumble out.

    Voices gasped, “Look! Look at those glorious flowers!”

    Startled, Maria opened her eyes. She was stunned. For each weed was now topped with a flaming, bright, red star.

    And outside, too, every weed now bore a bright red star.

    Mariaโ€™s love had created a miracle.

    It isn’t whether or not this story is Biblical or a “miracle”, it’s that the young girl gave of what she had. So many times we think we have nothing to give and we do.

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  3. All right. To my editor, writer, and journalist friends…this is driving me CRAZY.
    I am reading a short story. One of the “happily ever after” books I read. This time it takes place on a ranch in Wyoming. The writing style of the author distracts me from the story because I am rewriting the lines in my head.

    “He’s too poor to take care of a family. This is the reality. This is the life of a rancher”
    She put in front of Mary a plate of ginger snap cookies.

    It is stilted in reading. It interrupts the passage for me. Obviously it has been enough to make me notice.
    I would have written those lines or what sounds better to my ear is.

    He is too poor to take care of a family. That is the reality. That is the life of a rancher.
    She put the plate of ginger snaps in front of Mary.

    Is this the writing of someone who is not a native US English speaker? It is a very distinct style of writing throughout the book.

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  4. Because it bothered me to call those “blooms” when I knew that wasn’t the correct name for them I copied and pasted this:

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    The bright petals of Poinsettias, which look like flowers, are actually the bunch of upper leaves of the plant, called bracts

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  5. Good Morning….loving the green background with snow!! And I do love the rose poinsettias Kim….I purchased one last year and will be looking for one today. I plan to run into town to get a wreath from Trader Joe’s to put on my front door. I got my wreath there last year and it was fresh for a good two months!

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  6. December has snuck up upon me. However, I have found some carols to share this Advent season. The first is a version of the English mystery play song, the Coventry Carol. In the play, the song is sung by the mothers of Bethlehem after Herod’s order to kill all the children two and under. It is sung here by Assyrian Christians, who have been made refugees from their villages in Iraq and Syria. They sing in Aramaic, these are the lyrics in English:
    Lullay, Thou little tiny Child,
    By, by, lully, lullay.
    Lullay, Thou little tiny Child.
    By, by, lully, lullay.

    O sisters, too, how may we do,
    For to preserve this day;
    This poor Youngling for whom we sing,
    By, by, lully, lullay.

    Herod the King, in his raging,
    Charged he hath this day;
    His men of might, in his own sight,
    All children young, to slay.

    Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
    And ever mourn and say;
    For Thy parting, nor say nor sing,
    By, by, lully, lullay.

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  7. Anyone here like crystallized ginger? It’s spicy, but I like it. Nightingale uses it sometimes, but except for the garnish for pumpkin pie last week, I’m not sure how she’s used it in the past.

    I am one who does not like spicy “hot” foods, whereas everyone else in the family (except for Little Guy) can handle things much “hotter” than I can. And yet, I like the crystallized ginger, & I was the one who ate, & enjoyed, the Hot Tamales candy that Little Guy was given at Halloween. I guess I can handle those because they are sweet-spicy.

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  8. Kim @ 8:27. A nice story anyhow.

    As for 9:18. I don’t know. I never watch advertisements that take over 30 seconds.
    You know the kind.
    “The government is going to take half of your bank account to pay off the national deb.> Watch this”
    Then you click on the link that goes: “I’m Jim Jones, I am the most intelligent financier there is and I work with the smartest people. You need to put all your assets into gold from my company.”
    However. That’s not what he says. He talks for 30 minutes and I’ve never heard all of it. But I’m willing to bet that’s what he’s saying.”

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  9. Well Kim we had a great laugh over this guy….he is a go getter and obviously unflappable! Some will find his approach inspiring…for me, I would tell him to go away…..I really do not like pushy, aggressive people….

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  10. I’m not sure how I’d respond, Kim — I can see where he would really be annoying, but I suppose if you really wanted to sell your house and hadn’t been able to, you might succumb ๐Ÿ™‚ Oy.

    6 a.m.?

    This is my Friday this week since I have tomorrow off — I’m interviewing the daughter of a now-deceased Pearl Harbor survivor (she and her brother are going to Oahu for the 70th anniversary this weekend) as my contribution to our chain-wide PH package running on Sunday.

    As for the house, we’re in a bit of a holding pattern again, I’m waiting for the new vanity to come so I can get the plumber back her to deal with the little spare bathroom; and waiting to hear back from real estate guy to see if any workers can be lined up in the next couple weeks to put the real bathroom back together again. I have all the materials now (with the exception of the bead board, arriving sometime next week), so I’m all set to go on my end now.

    I was in contact yesterday with the Indiana historic window company and got a quote from him on what it would cost to recreate my 4 casement windows & ship them to me, so now at least I have a ballpark figure from which to work when others come out to give me their estimates.

    He’s highly recommended on the “old house guy” blog and specializes in a precise re-creation of what you have, but using more efficient double-paned glass and exterior trim materials that are low maintenance (not wood, but not vinyl either — and the material can hold paint, unlike vinyl and some of those other new windows; inside — I think — would still be wood made to look just like what you have now).

    I’m still hoping to fix and restore rather than replicate and replace, but the former may actually be more complicated & expensive, I’m not sure.

    Meanwhile, I’m learning all the window industry terms. What I call things isn’t what they’re actually called. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s a new language, one of a few I’m having to learn as I go through this house process.

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  11. Somebody shows up at my door at six, he can come out and help with the chores. Even in his suit and tie. In fact, that will probably be the morning I decide to get the ditch cleaned out.

    But, if I had been unable to sell and really needed to, I might at least talk with the guy and ask to see his sales in the past.

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  12. mumsee, I have a feeling that guy would be right in that ditch in his suit at 6 a.m. if it meant making a sale. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Wonder if he does windows and bathrooms?

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  13. Chas, In relation to the flight that went down, I understood that it was an electrical problem on the plane caused all of the engines to shut off at the same time. There had been a report of this happening another time on one of the same models, but they were high enough over the jungle (which is relatively flat) to restart at least some of the engines and save the flight. This flight was in the mountains, where there was not enough extra space and time to save it.

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  14. Kim, I personally would not be attracted at all. The 500 guy friends might be attractive in India, but if my son-in-law had tried that, it would have seemed like he was trying to turn what should have been a personal conversation into a show of strength.

    I find high-pressure salesmen uniquely unattractive. My sister used to work for a salesman who bragged that he could call anyone randomly and get a sale, and I guess he used to do it for his employees. But Chas would say no to that, and so would I.

    In Nashville I frequently had people coming by trying to sell ADT protection. One young man came, and he told me that the next street over we’d had five break-ins in the last few months. I was pretty sure he was lying (I think I would have heard about it from the neighbor who told me when a few cars had been broken into), but as he told me, my mind say, “He’s trying to sell me fear so that he can sell me his system. I don’t need the fear he’s selling me, and I don’t need his system.” The humorous thing to me was that in my previous house, in Chicago, I once came home from a trip to hear there had been four or five murders on the next street over from me that summer, several of them while I was out of town, and that didn’t get me to move or to buy home security, so why would a salesman’s story of break-ins?

    Later that same company sent an elderly man, probably in his seventies. Because I figured he probably didn’t actually want to go door to door selling such things, I felt some sympathy for him, but I still didn’t want what he was selling. I told him so, and he kept trying. So finally I was frank with him, in a way I wouldn’t have been with a young man: “Listen, I just had surgery, and I’m kind of weak and just can’t keep standing here. I’m not interested.” So then he asked, “What kind of surgery?” I think my mouth dropped open, since that is simply not a question one asks a stranger in our country. He recovered, but in a way that made it worse. “Oh, you don’t want to tell me–some kind of female surgery.” Um . . . it might be cancer surgery, it might be dental surgery, it might be any number of kinds of surgery, but I wouldn’t have told most salesmen I just had surgery. I just figured he was old enough to be enough of a gentleman to understand that I had a legit reason not to want to stand there arguing with him that I didn’t need or want his product! Instead, he asked a question that was completely none of his business, and followed it up with none-of-his-business speculation!

    Another time, my new computer came with three months of virus protection. Close to the end of the three months I did some research to find out what company I wanted to get virus protection from, and found out that that company was now not very good. So as the three free months were ending, I called the company to say cancel it. And the agent told me they were such a good company, the very best, and I really should keep them. And I said a very firm no, discontinue my coverage. And then he said, “Tell you what; I’m just going to extend it through January for free.” (Or some period of time, about three months.) And I had to be almost rude in telling him no, I do not want the coverage, do not extend it–take me off!

    Then there’s e-harmoney. I signed up for a free holiday weekend, then paid for a three-month plan. I chose three months since it was a lot cheaper than doing it by the month, maybe one-and-a-half times what a single month would cost, and I figured three months would be long enough to give it a good chance. But it was SUCH a nuisance. Every day I’d get three to five “matches,” and I’d scroll through them and be absolutely shocked at what they considered a match. And several of the guys would contact me. I had contact with several of them, including making the mistake early on of giving one man my phone number. After a few weeks of that, I stopped even looking at that e-mail account. For the last month of those three months, I never once checked that e-mail. One day I happened to check it and found an e-mail from e-harmony telling me they’d given me another month (at the monthly cost, not the cheaper quarterly cost). I was earning maybe $120 that month, and couldn’t have afforded them even if I had wanted them–which I most decidedly did not. So I quickly picked up the phone and called them and said cancel my membership, I didn’t want to renew. He said I was on auto renewal, and I said no, I wouldn’t have agreed to that. He insisted I was, and that since I was two days into the new cycle, it was too late to renew. I told him I hadn’t used their service for more than a month, and didn’t want it. Cancel. He was scrolling through my data in the background, and he said, “I see you haven’t made much use of our features. Tell you what, I’m going to e-mail you how to use our program better, and over the next month you can find out how helpful e-harmony can be if you use it correctly” or some such gibberish. I told him no, I’m not using your service and I don’t want it. Cancel.” And he said once again sorry, he couldn’t do that. So I called my credit card and told them cancel, that this was something I hadn’t ordered and didn’t want to pay for. And then I e-mailed e-harmony and told them what I’d done, and told them, “You have lost not only my business, but my goodwill.”

    So, nope. High pressure me and I’m out of there, and I may well tell my friends to avoid you.

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  15. Exquisite beauty with the header flower and green walls! The snow falling on here adds to the loveliness. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Kim, thanks for sharing The Legend of the Poinsettia. It can be so easy to think we have nothing to give when in fact we do.

    Roscuro, your Advent selection was gorgeous. Last year I shared with my kids the music and commentary you posted during the Advent season, and look forward to doing that again. What a beautiful piece to start with!

    Kim, regarding that pushy real estate agent, between my husband and me, I don’t know which of us would give him the boot quicker — he might get two simultaneous swift kicks to the rear after barely getting in the door! ๐Ÿ˜›

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  16. We didn’t get any snow last night, but there’s a small chance of flurries tonight. Third Arrow has a Sunday School teacher’s meeting at 6 p.m., her first opportunity to drive alone. I am hoping the snow stays away, but she will need to get used to winter driving at some point. She won’t go if it’s too bad, of course — no sense being on the road for something she isn’t required to do (attendance at the meeting is recommended but not required). Or I could go along with her, my husband said, and she’s OK with that.

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  17. And so my glasses have finally been ordered, & I am so excited!

    It has been seven months since I went to the eye doctor, thinking I’d be getting new glasses a week or so later, only to be told I needed cataract surgery. It was then almost two months before I had my first appointment with the ophthalmologist, & a couple months after that that I had the first surgery.

    It may sound like I have “only” been waiting seven months to get new glasses, but there were a couple years before that that I needed them, but we didn’t have insurance. And I had grown tired of my frames, which were actually a little small for me, & I ended up not liking the style after a while.

    But I love the new frames I picked out yesterday, & am so excited to get them next week. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  18. We went to Costco to order my glasses. The deal includes scratch-resistant coating & an anti-glare coating. I did not go for the progressive lenses, but am fine with the bifocal line. The cost was $150, about $100 less than at the eye doctor’s office.

    As I was trying on frames, & asking Hubby what he thought, I remarked that it is important to find frames that look good, as they will be on my face every day for quite a while. Glasses are like jewelry for the face.

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  19. Another animal that belongs outside: about:reader?url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.washingtonpost.com%2Fnews%2Flocal%2Fwp%2F2016%2F12%2F01%2Fcute-beaver-trashes-store-after-holiday-shopping-in-maryland%2F%3Futm_term%3D.f7409ad7ae5a

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  20. Aj, you might have picked those blooms from what is growing in my yard. The plants get quite large around here. They are native, I believe and shows me why they don’t last long in the states.

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  21. When I get to Australia and the Lodge with free internet, I will have to go back to December 1st and listen to the music from each day. Not from here though. That kind of internet bill would not be much of a Christmas present.

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  22. Another milestone moment: watching a newly-licensed driver heading down the driveway solo for the first time. 3rd Arrow is on her way to the Sunday School teacher’s meeting now. No precipitation at this point — thankful for that.

    It’s only been two days since she got her license, but already I see a new level of confidence with her in a lot of things. She’s blossomed, a wonderful sight.

    First Arrow has changed a lot, too, I noticed when he was home last weekend. It’s been less than a month since he moved out and started his new job, but he has changed noticeably in good ways.

    God is good as He brings our children through the many transitions of young adulthood.

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  23. Third Arrow is back home now — meeting was only 25 minutes long, so she spent more time traveling to and from (about 30 minutes) than she did in the meeting!

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  24. Found my wreath at Trader Joe’s but not my rose poinsettia….bummed….I need to call my friend who owns a floral nursery and ask if they grew any this year! It’s cold here!!!

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  25. Nancy Jill, be sure you include the “about:” at the beginning; it’s part of the link. I just now cut and pasted it and it worked for me. ??

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  26. Cheryl, I can’t get the link to work, either. It wasn’t a hot link, so I couldn’t click on it, and when I tried copying and pasting the link into my browser, it went to a screen that said, “This site can’t be reached.”

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  27. OK, then try this. My husband e-mailed me the other link as a way to avoid adblocker, but this seems a more direct link: washingtonpost.com/news/local/wp/2016/12/01/cute-beaver-trashes-store-after-holiday-shopping-in-maryland/?utm_term=.f7409ad7ae5a

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  28. OK, copy and paste worked that time. ๐Ÿ™‚ Cute. The kids enjoyed it, too. At least one “Aww” from the girls, watching the video. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  29. I saw the beaver link. Funny, it really did look like it was shopping. It looked like a good sized beaver too. I can’t imagine how (or why) it got there. :–)

    There used to be lots of beavers at Nod Brook where we took Penelope out to run and swim (in CT). She was a German Short Hair Pointer and I really had to watch that she didn’t swim out after them. I caught her swimming with small ones a couple of times. I was frantic to get her back to shore. I heard that one dog got attacked swimming with them.

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  30. Can you imagine your yard filled with large bushes of them?? Yup!
    Mumsee, I had forgotten about that link. You can see I only made one post and used it to get my image for the blog here.

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