45 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 12-22-16

  1. Pretty scene. Looks cold.

    Donna’s post from last night reminded me of teaching my sister how to ride a bike. She is two years younger than I am.
    I would hold the bike and run behind her. When I turned loose, she would fall. She would hold onto the bike and fall with it.
    It was a girl’s bike.
    I taught her to turn loose, jump off and let the bike fall by itself. That way she wouldn’t get hurt.
    She went in and told mother that she had “learned how to fall”.
    She was about ten at the time. I’ll have to remind her of that some time.
    Likely doesn’t remember.

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  2. Wow! What a beautiful day on the header photo!

    Good morning, evening, and whatever time it is wherever you are wandering in the world.

    Happy belated birthday to Linda. I fell asleep while constructing a birthday cake on yesterday’s thread. It was to be a Red Velvet type cake for Linda. It was in my heart to make it, but I had stayed up too late watching the Maze Runner movie, and my eyes shut and sleep overtook my desire to make and bake.

    I found an unposted layer of whipping cream frosting over a red velvet cake layer sitting on my tablet this morning. Oh, dear. It’s all gone now. Only Miss Bosley knows if it was deleted or eaten. She vowed not to tell!

    Anyways, I hope you had a fantastic birthday, Linda. I saw on Facebook a post that looked like you and hubby had a nice time with the grands.

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  3. Advent – Day 22: This Latin text dates from the 1100s. Here it is sung in a new setting by the director of this Canadian choir:
    The word of the father is made man,
    while a maiden is greeted;
    the greeted one is fruitful
    without knowledge of man.
    Behold, new joys!

    A new manner of birth,
    but exceeding in power of nature,
    when the creator of all things
    is made creature.
    Behold, new joys!

    Hear of a birth beyond precedent:
    a virgin hath given birth to the savior,
    the creature bears the Creator,
    the daughter, the Father.
    Behold, new joys!

    In the savior’s birth
    there is no parent of our kind:
    a maiden gives birth,
    nor do the lilies of her chastity whither.
    Behold, new joys!

    The God-Man is given us,
    the given one is shown to us,
    while peace is announced to the nations
    and glory to the heavens.
    Behold, new joys!

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  4. Good Morning Everyone. I have to go into the office for a little while this morning then it is Christmas break time for me.
    I still don’t know all of Youngest Son’s plans and now we have to accommodate another person with him –She may become our daughter in law. I may be doing Christmas Brunch or I may be doing Christmas dinner. I have a ham in the refrigerator and can be flexible but I would like to know before Saturday. BG will be with her paternal family Christmas Eve and spend the night here to wake up Christmas morning.

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  5. Kim, I smiled big at that last sentence.

    Chas, yes, they still make girls’ bikes. (Last I saw!) What was always funny to me as a child is that a girl can ride a boy’s bike and no one thinks anything of it, but a boy can’t ride a girl’s bike. My husband said that a girl’s bike actually makes more sense for either sex (I think it had to do with less chance of hurting himself), but since one is labeled for girls, and no red-blooded male wants anything to do with something specifically labeled for girls, then it will remain a bike for girls. (My husband is pretty much allergic to the color pink. He is outraged if he sees a man on TV wearing anything with that color. The irony is that 100 years ago or so, pink was the color for boys and blue the color for girls. We “think” of pink as being somehow innately feminine, but obviously that isn’t so!)

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  6. Chas- Go to the bicycle section at Walmart and you’ll see ones made for girls. But I don’t think there are any for adults, except for the retro bikes with balloon tires.

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  7. Yep, girls’ bikes make a whole lot more sense in their design. I still have one (sitting on the patio), though I don’t really ride it (but I should, maybe this spring or summer …).

    Gorgeous photo. 🙂

    It rained all night long here, sometimes almost heavily. More maybe be coming over the Christmas weekend. Someone on FB said it’s beginning to feel like we may actually get a “normal” year of rain this year. Maybe we’ll be cycling (now I’m stuck on thinking about bicycles) out of the long drought at long last.

    Chas, yes, I think I went down with the bike every time 🙂 It hurt, but I was determined.

    We had a “huddle” at work yesterday where we were told we each have to produce something like 4 more stories (than usual) this week — in the next two days — to get us over the long weekend.

    No pressure.

    I have 2 in the works (I hope; they’re both pending responses from the people I’ve reached out to for interviews).

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  8. I had a mountain bike that was made for women when I lived near the beach (which was where I rode it rather than in the mountains 🙂 ) It was periwinkle. Now there’s a great color you don’t see much anymore.

    They make a variety of both serious and cruiser/recreational bikes in the women’s design, though you may have to go to a more serious bike shop (as opposed to a Walmart).

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  9. There are now unisex bikes also that are kind of a hybrid style, in between a man’s and women’s design.

    Vases made out of linoleum? Well, OK then …

    Don’t let Kim catch anyone buying one of those.

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  10. I don’t actually remember learning to ride a bike. I remember training wheels, but I have more of a sense of them being moved onto my little brother’s bike (because I didn’t need them on mine anymore, or maybe they weren’t on mine anymore). My bigger “bike” memory was when we all needed new bikes and we three youngest and my parents all went to an auction to get new ones.

    Periodically it seems the police would auction off bicycles that had somehow come into their possession. (How they collected enough bikes for an auction, I don’t know. Maybe it was several years worth.) We went, and initially we sat and watched, because my parents figured the bikes would get cheaper once the most earnest buyers had gotten theirs. I don’t remember whether we got any for Mom and Dad, but we did indeed leave with bicycles for me, my sister, and my little brother. And I got to see the frenzy of an auction, and my dad getting in on the bidding, which was an interesting experience. It turns out that two of my brothers (who were not there) have attended auctions in some of their business capacity, and I wonder if they too went as children.

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  11. In fact, my first car was bought at a government auction (used government vehicles, in the days before leasing), though I was not present at the auction. One of my brothers bought himself a car at the auction. He knew I too was looking for one, so when he went to pick up his car, he called me and told me something like this: “There is a car here that the purchaser decided not to buy, and so anyone can buy it at the price that was bid for it. It’s a 1980 AMC Concord, 83,000 miles, and it’s $500. I think it’s a good deal. Do you want it?” I had saved close to $1,000 for a car, insurance, and buying things necessary for the car, so it was in my price range. This was 1987, and I was 20. I thought about it and told him yes. He called me back an hour or so later: “I was wrong about the mileage. It isn’t 83,000, but 113,000. Do you still want it?” I told him no, since that 100,000 mark just seemed too treacherous. But he told me he still thought it a good deal, and I hadn’t had any success in my searches so far, so I said yes.

    It was a decent car, not great by any means. It pulled to the right badly. I was told it needed to be aligned, and then I was told it was the wear on the tires, and then I just accepted that it pulled to the right. (My mechanic should have worked harder on it, but everyone just said well, pulling to the right isn’t dangerous like pulling to the left.) After I’d owned it a year or so, I was so used to driving it that I wondered if it still pulled to the right and I was used to compensating for it. So, on a road without traffic I let go of the wheel, and it was in the right lane almost immediately–it had a very strong pull to the right, and mechanics were perfectly OK with letting a 20-year-old woman drive it. It also overheated fairly quickly. I used it mostly to go to work (11 miles away) and church (about 3 miles), but if I wanted to drive 50 miles in one trip, it overheated. So I simply used it for a work car. And washer fluid leaked out. Whenever I got an oil change, they filled the tank, so for two or three days after an oil change, I had washer fluid again. But in Phoenix, windshield wipers didn’t get much use (they basically just rotted in the heat), so I didn’t worry about it.

    But the worst feature of that car wasn’t true of that individual vehicle, but of the model. See, the 1980 Concord had a big enough panel between the side window and the rear window that a motorcycle could drive alongside you and you could not see it in your mirror or looking over your shoulder before changing lanes. I found that out one day when I started to change lanes, and a motorcycle honked and zoomed and suddenly I could see and hear it, where I couldn’t do either a moment ago. It scared me and that driver, both. And then another day I knew a motorcycle was around somewhere, but I couldn’t see it, and I was looking over my shoulder and in the mirror, and I didn’t dare change lanes, and eventually I discovered that yes, it was in that blind spot. I noticed that later models of the car added a small window in that spot, so I’m guessing there were some fatalities because of that horrid design flaw. Ever after, I was diligent to make sure I knew of any motorcycles on the road, because I knew I couldn’t see them where they mattered most in terms of their safety.

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  12. My dad taught me to ride a bike. I well remember him taking me on the lawn which sloped a bit. He held onto the seat and pointed me down the slope, urging me to peddle hard. He figured if I fell, it would be a softer landing. I did catch on in a short time.

    On a related note: I never understood why anyone would get a bike at Christmas time. Believe me, that would be a very frustrating gift where we live. You could not use it for several months! It was not until I was an adult, that I realized there was not a couple of feet of snow and freezing cold everywhere at Christmas time.

    Fabulous picture. Oh, how beautiful is God’s creation! And to think it is tainted with sin! Imagine without sin what it will be like. Joyful hope!

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  13. Great shot, for sure.

    It’s 7:45, 33 degrees and I’ve already had a mimosa at my Zumba class to celebrate the holidays. We’re skipping our prayer walk at 8 and going out to breakfast instead. I’m so lazy I hardly recognize myself.

    Except, I told the housekeeper not to come in today since they’ve had the flu at their house and it continues. 25 at least here for dinner and cookie decorating tomorrow, 9 for lunch on Saturday, 11 for dinner. I’ll be cleaning now, myself. I think I’ll do it tomorrow while my daughter makes cookie dough.

    She flies this afternoon, btw, after visiting my parents at the cemetery with my brother and nieces this morning. After working another late shift. She’s meeting a guy in Oakland for coffee, however, delaying her father’s pick up. We can always hope, right?

    At some point I need to go to the grocery store. What a scattered brain I’ve had this December!

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  14. The vases actually remind me of the 1960s/’70s. And I guess the so-called “mid-century” looks, both in decor and architecture, are quite popular now.

    Maybe because I lived through that era, I’m not that interested in re-creating it. My preferred tastes go further back in time, though I do kind of like some of the “industrial” looks that are also popular today (distressed wood combined with dark metals).

    There was an auction to clear out my grandmother’s things in Iowa when she was preparing to permanently move to California in the 1970s. I was in college and went back for that. It was all held on her front yard and it mostly just made me sad. 😦 I can’t remember if the house sold later or that day as part of the auction. Years later one of my mom’s friends in Iowa sent me a clipping of my grandmother’s house which was up for sale again. Very cheap (compared to California real estate prices, of course).

    I (very briefly) had a car that overheated when I was a freshman in college — bought it from our neighbors, it was an Oldsmobile Cutlass. Cute but it only lasted about 3 months in my possession, it overheated constantly (the result, I was told, of a flawed design in making them with aluminum engine blocks, it seemingly couldn’t really be “fixed” and a mechanic told us to ditch it). After being stranded numerous times on the side of the freeway, steam pouring out of the hood, I traded it in for a used VW pretty quickly. Much more reliable.

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  15. I don’t remember learning to ride a bike. I remember my grandfather bringing a bike to my house for my birthday, but not learning. I have a scar on my toe from teaching BG how to ride a bike. 😉

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  16. Traffic is horrible right now where I am — our office is next to a gigantic shopping mall and just getting out of our parking structure and onto the street that borders the mall on the north is a nightmare.

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  17. DJ, I had that car for two years, and then sold it when I was heading off to college for $50 less than I bought it for. The lady who bought it barely tested it out, telling me she and her family bought any AMC they could find, and they already had three of them. Since it didn’t overheat until I had driven around 50 miles, I just figured it wasn’t a car for road trips, and that was that. If I’d had a car capable of road trips, I probably would have traveled around Arizona a little bit, with the freedom having my own wheels gave me. But since funds were limited (I was working for $4/hour and sharing an apartment with my sister) and my driving range was limited, I sensibly stayed near home.

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  18. Good Morning….it is cold and overcast today….just wish some snow would fall from those clouds!! That is an amazing view posted on the header…ya’ll certainly have beautiful mountains up north!
    My Daddy taught me to ride a bike…I still have a small scar by my nose…he let go and I went fast down a hill…the bike skidded on loose rock, I fell (too bad I didn’t have Chas to teach me to fall!) my face went into the bicycle horn and I got a nice cut to the nose….blood everywhere!! Daddy took me to the house and I exclaimed to my Mom…”that was fun!”!!!

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  19. My first bike was a girl’s bike after my brother had out used it and my other brother had out used it and my older sister had out used it. It was bought used. I sold it for ten dollars a few years later so I could buy a real bike. A used three speed boy’s bike for twenty five dollars. Those bikes and I delivered a lot of newspapers. Too bad I was too shy to collect so only collected enough to pay my bill.

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  20. The weekend two weeks ago brought us several inches of snow, and last weekend brought us more, and ice. It is now above freezing (38), the warmest it has been since it first snowed, with a high in the 50s predicted for Monday. So we’ll have snow on the ground–a lot of it–for two full weeks and more in December.

    Usually after a while it drifts and we have a long, thin mound of it a few yards from the house but none left in the shadow next to the garage. This time we simply have a yard full of snow. But I can now finally see a little bit of the deck right next to the house.

    I keep reminding myself that in Chicago I once saw an early nasty start to winter–the only year I ever saw snow in October while I lived there (October 7), and we had a couple of snows in November, and I think it was the snowiest December on record. I dreaded the rest of winter, didn’t know how I would survive that one–but we got almost nothing in the remaining months. It got it over with early.

    I can’t count on such a thing happening this year, but I now know from experience that what happens in one month might or might not be meaningful in months to come. (Last winter we kept waiting for the big snowstorm, and as each month passed without it, we were sure it would come the next month. But mid-March we were daring to hope we were actually seeing a winter with no serious accumulation. My husband shoveled the walk only twice last winter, both just small amounts, and the driveway never needed plowing. We’ve had more of the white stuff already this year than all of the 2015-16 winter. So last winter’s mild winter did indeed hold all the way through. But I’m hoping that this winter doesn’t decide to be extra snowy. (I think it was three years ago that we had snow on the ground January 1 through April 1, when the last little bit finally melted in our yard, though I still saw some in other places in town for a few more days. It came really close to being the snowiest winter locally, and was the snowiest in something like 30 years. If we were to get such amounts this winter, in addition to the accumulation so far, it might just top records. But we don’t need such a thing. At least this year Misten won’t be walking over the fence three different times, like she did that winter!)

    All of it has a shimmer now, a slick of ice on top. Rather than seeing shadows on the snow, we see reflections. It’s pretty, but getting dirty, and I want it to melt or get a fresh, clean half inch on top. Melting would be my first choice.

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  21. My first bike was bought with money we got from selling a calf my grandpa gave us. I learned to ride it in one day, and still have the scars to prove it.

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  22. Late happy birthday to Linda.

    Today is my sweet boy’s 5th birthday. We had planned to go to the dinosaur museum in Tucumcari, but are having an Ice storm. His grandfather figure has been by with birthday greetings. Instead of being on the road, we are putting together a gingerbread house. We had banana milkshakes for breakfast. Dad is supposed to be home tonight. He has been working the last 2 birthdays, so this will be a real treat. We are so blessed to have him and each other.

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  23. Since bikes are one subject for today, I will tell the story of a church friend’s stolen bike that happened this year. He rode it to the library, and when he went back out to ride it home, it had disappeared. The librarian knew the young guy who had stolen it, and he was an adoptee from another country. With that much information, you would think my friend would have been able to get his bike back. But the saga continues. The young thief rode the bike to our new Wal-Mart and left it out in their lot while he went in the store to continue his stealing spree. While in the store, a second thief stole the bike. So friend did not get his bike back. I do not know what happened to young adopted thief. Church friend felt sorry for the parents of the young guy.

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  24. Cheryl’s comment about her husband’s aversion to the color pink, reminds me of a funny story.

    In our region, there is quite a rodeo culture. One slogan to come out of this is “TOUGH ENOUGH TO WEAR PINK”. It is a breast cancer support thing. Almost every cowboy I know, has a pink shirt.

    So, a year ago in the summer, my nephew comitted suicide. We went to the funeral. Like a little more than a 3 hour drive. We had the 5 grandchildren with us, which included Connor Matthew. On the way back, we stopped at a little town, and got ice cream for all the children. I went to change Connor’s diaper. There were no diapers in the diaper bag. I could not find one anywhere in daughters minivan. The little store did not sell diapers. Looking for something to suffice, there were some femanine pads in the glove box. Figuring it would at least capture the pee, and keep his car seat from getting soaked, I decided to use it. So, I have Connor sort of standing in my lap while trying to situate this thing in his pants, when the seven year old comes around the corner and says, without missing a beat, “oh, I see Connor is using the puberty pads”. On, the way home my husband observed, “some boys may be tough enough to wear pink, but Connor is tough enough to wear puberty pads”.

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  25. Well, I have finished most of my Christmas break projects (little things like weather stripping the doors and putting on a new handle to one of them, as well as putting the moulding on two corners of walls in the living room). Now what do I do for the other 11½ days until school starts again?

    Well, tomorrow D2 and hubbie (forthwith called SonIL2) are coming. I also am going to be at the cave for a few hours in case they get a holiday rush. Saturday we all go to SisIL1’s house (Mrs. L’s sister) in Iowa for the family celebration. We return here Saturday evening (it’s only a 3 hour drive one way) and celebrate oldest granddaughter’s 7th birthday (which is tomorrow). Sunday all my children are going to church with us, so instead of 8 people there will be 15 or so, depending on if any of the pastor’s family is there yet. His children live all over (Western Missouri, East Coast, West Coast and Louisiana), so they most likely won’t be around. We’ll all have a ham dinner together after the meeting, then my family will return here to open presents.

    They all will leave by Monday, so Mrs L and I are making plans for a couple of day trips next week.

    I guess I’ll have a couple of days to fill with reading. Oh, the life.

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  26. The snow is starting to melt. Between the driveway being plowed and what is left beginning to melt, another day like this (high 30s) and it should be totally clear. My husband said it’s supposed to be like this the rest of the week, and we may be snow-free by Christmas. I told him I have no romantic connections with a white Christmas, especially old, icy snow, so that would be great as far as I’m concerned. But I can’t really see it happening, not until we get into the 50s Monday. (The backyard is still completely covered, several inches deep, except the shoveled walk, and it has also melted back away from the house on the deck as much as a yard wide. Other than that, no bare spots yet, just spots that are wet from beginning to melt.)

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  27. Indeed. It was going to be very relaxing and laid back. It still will be. Just a lot less room to stretch out, more bodies to keep the house warm. It is good to see them and to see them still loving one another and wanting to spend time together. Last night, the big boys and one girl went to a movie together, and dinner. Today it is off to the ski slopes.

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  28. Today Mr P and I saw collateral beauty. It is @ Christianoviedo but it is a good movie and worth the.price of admission. I will watch it again whend it is available on Direct TV

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  29. I came on here earlier to say “Lovely fox!” but I think someone in my family needed me for something before I got a chance to say it. But it is!

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  30. We’ve had a lot of packages stolen in our neighborhood, too. Fortunately, not sure any of ours–we live towards the back near a cul-de-sac–but I’ve read about it happening on our neighborhood Facebook site.

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