34 thoughts on “Our Daily Thread 12-4-17

  1. Cheryl’s cherries?

    Good morning Aj, Cheryl, et. al.
    I don’t think I mentioned yesterday. Buy you know I said last week that I was substituting for my SS teacher. That, because his wife fell and broke her hip.
    I learned yesterday that this isn’t what happened.
    She broke her wrist and an ankle.
    Not good, but much better than a broken hip.
    Prognosis is much better. We were all happy for her.
    SS teacher may be back soon.

    Liked by 4 people

  2. Husband decided to cut short his drive this time with son’s odd behavior, so he is home. God’s timing in bringing the action to light just as husband was getting into the truck yard was good. He had planned to head out for another week.

    Liked by 7 people

  3. I made no progress on decorating over the weekend, Friday (which I had off) and Saturday were jam-packed and Sunday I spent resting a bit after church. I’ll maybe get to some of it this week during the evenings after work, but we’ll see. It *feels* so late when I get home now with the early darkness.

    Among the things from “home” that never turned up — I was thinking they’d appeared in the big garage cleanup of last spring, but they didn’t — were all the Christmas ornaments I remember growing up. I have no idea how they somehow vanished, but it was one of those things that never was found as my cousins and I cleaned out my mom’s house & garage after her death (though they worked on it while I had to go back to work during those weeks so they may have somehow missed them and they wound up in a box that was inadvertently given or thrown away?). But I’d hoped they wound up in all the things that went so quickly into storage after the house was cleared out — those boxes were then were dumped in my garage following my move to this house. But I went through vitally every last thing in my garage last spring and I never found them.

    I’m sorry they were all lost somehow, I remember the delicate glass ornaments that my parents had forever, maybe some from my mom’s childhood home from Iowa, that went onto our fresh-cut Christmas trees every year. It’s possible my aunt, who was staying with my mom at the time of my mom’s sudden death, found and took them when her kids moved her back up north with them after my mom’s death (she didn’t stay and wound up coming back to LA to buy a mobile home for herself, but the Christmas things may have stayed up north, getting lost in the shuffle somehow — I can’t remember if I’d ever asked her about them, but I’m thinking I probably did as it’s always bothered me that they vanished).

    Well, in the grand scheme of things, not a big deal, but I find that I still wonder about it, if only briefly, every Christmas.

    It’s back to work for me today, sigh. It’s been such a hard year (again) with all the cutbacks (who knew more cutbacks were even possible after all the staff cuts we’ve been through for nearly a decade now!?). And all around us other media outlets continue to cut back even more as well, the Times has had layoffs, the LA Weekly recently sold and all their staff was let go. It just seems to be nothing but bad news when it comes to our industry as it tries to hang on and survive. My number will eventually come up, I know, which is a big part of the motivation for scrambling to finish fixing this house right now while I still have a working income. Now let’s hope that ’07 Jeep keeps chugging along.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Glad he’s coming home, mumsee, that sounded a bit alarming, to say the least, yesterday.

    So guy from the dog park who did my plumbing (and the driveway project & outdoor lights for me) is also going to re-stucco the area that was torn up to fix the foundation. There needs to be stucco put back that will match the rest of the house, as closely as possible.

    But he told me yesterday at the dog park that because the foundation repairs are flush with the rest of the house now, it will create a bit of a “bump” at the bottom of the house as the new stucco will stick out a bit from the upper part of the house. He says it’ll look strange.

    I’ll have to ask Real Estate Guy about that as one of the dog park guy’s suggestions was to put pavers on the side of the house there to help disguise it (which I think would look really goofy).

    Always something.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Today is also husband and one of our local WWll vet’s birthday. I am baking brownies. I would have baked them anyway if he was on the road, we would have told him how good they were.

    I have lost mementoes as well. I had a bell collection growing up, Just a few from various widely traveled aunts. Anyway, it was with my folks until mom died. Then there was a move of a bunch of stuff to my sisters house and into her garage. I was overseas at the time. Then my sister died and my sis in law cleaned the garage for brother in law. All of that stuff disappeared. Probably a good thing, but I think about it once in a while. The glass ornaments were in that and probably ended up with brother and sis in law, which is good.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. One of the cousins up north had wound up with my aunt’s portion of things from the Iowa house — he sold it all, I’d heard, which was sad. Included was the old weather vane that stood on top of the Iowa house my mom grew up in, but we also had a good number of things from there as well and I still have (and enjoy) them. (I did save the horse weather vane from the house where I grew up, my mom always liked it, I think because it reminded her of the one on her childhood Iowa home — I am hoping to get someone to put it up here when this house finally gets painted.)

    I love bells too and have a few little bells collected from visits to California missions as a child — and a big school-type brass bell with wood handle my mom bought on one of our trips to Mexico City at an open-air market. It seemed old then and so is really old now, I suppose. Those are all on my fireplace mantel.

    During the garage clean out, I also found some of the hammered copper-and-brass pitchers and pots my mom brought back from Mexico, and I decided to bring those into the house. She loved those, I wasn’t a particular fan of them back then, but I find I like them a lot now that I’m re-embracing the Spanish/western looks I have always liked. 🙂 Your tastes change and come and go over time, which is interesting.

    Liked by 3 people

  7. Plans change again. New floor was to be installed today in the kitchen and I got everything cleared out and ready. Then the fellow came and said that he had an infected molar and would not be coming until tomorrow. A friend is coming to stay for two days tomorrow. Oh, well, God has my times in His hand and I will be flexible.
    Mumsee, so glad that hubby is home.

    Liked by 2 people

  8. I was flexible today to take Karen to her doctor appointment since she just asked yesterday. I started out at 8:30 in bad traffic. I got home at noon. Usually that doctor is fast, but Karen’s doctor was stuck at an airport so the other doctor was covering all his patients. Guess that was not in either of their plans.

    Art just told me the same lady who was out last tax season with surgery now has another surgery planned. Guess it will be another busier than I expected tax season. Flexibility is becoming my most exercised muscle.

    Liked by 2 people

  9. Ditto (to Janice’s 1:18)

    So Real Estate Guy already last night had contacted a stucco person he knows and is awaiting a call back for advice & an estimate, he said problem is that our dog park friend, as handy as he is, isn’t really a “stucco guy” (nor is Real Estate Guy) — sounds like maybe the bump problem is resolvable with someone who knows how do do those jobs, at least that’s what Real Estate Guy is thinking.

    Liked by 2 people

  10. Mumsee, praying for you and glad your husband is home!

    Re the photos: these were both from my visit last week to the local state park. In winter I can’t find flowers or butterflies, so instead I photograph any wildlife, color, or interesting shapes I can find. The red squirrel (wildlife) was posted over the weekend, and here are some berries in a nice orderly sequence (color) and what is left from some unknown tiny flower, greatly enlarged, because I thought the geometric pattern a sweet small token of God’s creative goodness.

    Liked by 3 people

  11. Our particular church tradition doesn’t observe Advent as a church season per se, but I do think it has a spiritually helpful place in our personal devotions this time of year.

    From Veith:

    The Season of Christ “Coming to” Us
    DECEMBER 4, 2017 BY GENE VEITH

    http://www.patheos.com/blogs/geneveith/2017/12/the-season-of-christ-coming-to-us/
    _________________________________________

    … Christmas has spilled over into Advent, with the joy of that feast giving Advent too a joyous flavor, as opposed to its traditional solemnity. If Advent is supposed to be a “preparation for Christmas,” what that means today is not fasting, self-denial, and meditating on the Bible’s prophecies. Rather, our “preparation for Christmas” means buying presents and putting up the decorations.

    I am not sure that is all bad. But we can filter the excitement about Christmas coming and the logistical preparations that have become necessary through the lens of penitence.

    All of the Christmas lights that are going up can be a reminder of how Christ comes to me in my darkness.

    The evergreens that deck the halls can be a reminder of how Christ comes to me bringing life though I am dead in my sins.

    Buying presents can be a reminder that Christ’s coming to me brings the gift of salvation, despite my sinfulness. This, in turn, can motivate me to give to others, as I love and serve my neighbors in my various vocations.

    And yes, the stress and strain and frenetic activity that often accompanies our “preparations for Christmas” can also be reminders of our lost condition, which is our lot, except that Christ comes to us.
    ____________________________________________

    Liked by 2 people

  12. From the above blog link:

    In more recent years, enough graupel fell on Dec. 6, 1978, Jan. 31, 1979, Feb. 25, 1987, December 1990, Jan. 12, 2001, and Jan. 7, 2005, to simulate a winter wonderland, however briefly. But actual snow has yet to make a reappearance.

    Like

  13. And for those who have not heard of graupel (we do get real hail here sometimes, too):

    Graupel (German pronunciation: [ˈɡʁaʊpəl]; English: /ˈɡraʊpəl/), also called soft hail or snow pellets, is precipitation that forms when supercooled water droplets are collected and freeze on falling snowflakes, forming 2–5 mm (0.08–0.20 in) balls of rime. The term graupel comes from the German language.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Linda has tripeaphobia (fear of holes). I’m not actually afraid of them – they just creep me out to the point of almost puking. Kare was right, I DO NOT LIKE THAT PICTURE.

    Liked by 4 people

  15. We attended an Advent event, comprised of several area choirs, a praise team and bell choir. It was a joy. The bell choir started with, “Let all Mortal Flesh be Silent” and it was beautiful. It was a great reminder of the fall in the garden and our need for a Savior.

    We happened to see a friend who was there strictly for his only daughter. She has stage 4 cancer, but was recently cancer free. He was clearly out of his element and I spent much of the service praying for him to actually hear the gospel. I am grateful for whatever opportunity of the good news to be shared. We never know what The Holy Spirit will use for our or someone’s good.

    Liked by 5 people

  16. Oh I love that photo up there! I would so bring it into the house and make an arrangement!! I could even leave it outdoors and fill it with graupel…that would make it look like a snowball!! ❄️

    Liked by 2 people

  17. I’ve forgotten which year, but we were visiting Charleston the time Charleston, SC had it’s only recorded white Christmas ever.
    Today is “Cookie Day” “Cookie” is derived from the word “cookie”. It means little cake.
    I know all sorts of useless things.
    Now you do too.

    Liked by 3 people

  18. Let it graupel! Let it graupel! Let it graupel!

    I’m Dreaming of a Graupel Christmas, just like the ones I used to know

    Frosty the Graupel Man

    On a Graupel Christmas Night

    Softly Falls the Graupel

    Liked by 3 people

  19. No graupel in our immediate future, however.

    High-pressure ridge settles along West Coast: Is it ever going to rain again?

    http://www.sfgate.com/weather/article/high-pressure-ridiculously-resilient-ridge-rain-12404417.php

    _____________________________________________

    Like an invisible wall, a high-pressure ridge is stretching along the entire West Coast, from northern Washington to Southern California, blocking Pacific storms and keeping conditions dry.
    Meteorologists, who can only predict weather with some accuracy about 10 to 14 days out, are forecasting the ridge will remain in place, likely preventing any rain until at least Dec. 15.

    After that, they don’t know what will happen, but they’re watching the system closely as its trajectory plays into whether the Northwest, Northern California and Southern California see wet or dry winters.

    “This sort of pattern is reminiscent of what we see during drought years,” says Daniel Swain, a climate scientist at UCLA. “If it really does just last two or three weeks, it’s not a big deal. The real question is wether it will continue to come back.” …
    ________________________________________________

    Like

  20. The photo up there now is from a few weeks ago, about the time they were harvesting apples for cider. It’s looking over my back fence into my neighbor’s orchard. I liked the changing colors, bright red apple, and raindrops.

    Liked by 2 people

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s