Good morning! Today is the last day of the season for work at the track. The All American Futurity will run. It will be a little surreal without any crowds to cheer the horses on.
I can’t understand a race without a crowd.
I came earlier.Saw a post of Peter and Grand (son-daughter?). But all I saw was this ugly bug.
So? I went away to drink my coffee.
And came back to a see a grandfather with grandchild.
You will learn that one of the grandest things is that you can enjoy them, then give them back when something happens.
But there is nothing grander than grandkids. I have eight great-grands now. But you can’t wrestle them and toss them about now because you are unsure of yourself. Grand’s are more fun.
Morning! That is a most precious photo Peter! A scene of sweet content on the faces of you both! ❤️
Today will be a day of winterizing…bringing in the plants, emptying birdbaths , disconnecting hoses, etc….they are now predicting 7 inches of snow with a low of 21 and high of 34….brrrr.
At 3:30 this morning Lu got into a scuffle with a couple coyote out on the property. Paul was ready to jump in to help her but the coyote ran off. It was a chilling sound to hear our dog yelp but she is ok thankfully.
I pay a great grandson to cut my grass. His dad says he should do it without cost.
But I say that he needs to learn where money comes from. It’s good for kids to work for money, in my opinion.
The sleeper she is wearing is one we had when her mother was a baby. They outgrow them before the material wears out.
Reminds me of a pair of toddler overalls. A woman we know got a pair for her oldest son, then used them on her next two boys. Sometime along then the knees wore through because of all the crawling little ones do. Since they were hog farmers, she sewed patches shaped like pigs on the knees, then passed them on to my sister who used them for her two boys. She gave them to the sister-in-law of the original owner, who then gave them to us for our son. Mind you, there are ten years between our son and the first wearer.
We were visiting the farm one time and Mrs L had our son in those overalls. He was crawling in the living room when the husband saw him and said, “You mean those overalls are still around?”
Two years later the woman had another boy, so we passed the overalls back to her. I’m not sure how many other boys got them before they were totally worn out.
I guess you could call this “The Brotherhood of the Traveling Overalls.”
Sweet to see the grandbaby and grandpa. Yes, chas, I notice the big difference what we could do with our oldest grandchildren and what we can do with the youngest. Then again, the grandmother of one set of my grands wanted the younger girls to come for a few days alone to her cabin and was never granted that blessing before she passed. We will enjoy each stage of life as much as possible. I suppose that is a way to honor and love the Lord, too.
It is good for children to learn to do things for the charity and blessing of it and also to learn to earn. We sure need to pray for the wisdom of when to do what for the good of the child. Each child is so different and no one size fits all.
Because my siblings have had their children quite spread out – the eldest of my parents’ grandchildren is 18, the youngest is nearly 6 months – my mother especially can do less with her younger grandchildren than she could with the older ones. She had no problem picking up and carrying her older grandchildren, going for walks with them, and stopping them from misbehaving. Now, she cannot pick them up to carry them, if she is holding a little one, she has to put them down before standing up, she cannot hold onto their hands to go for a walk or chase after them if they run off, but she can still use her voice to bring them under control. She enjoys them, but they wear her out quickly. Her mother also saw quite a gap between her eldest and youngest grandchildren – there was just a couple of years between the youngest grandchild and eldest great grandchild. I was one of the youngest and the grandparents I remember were different than the ones my older cousins remember in terms of what they could do.
Or here. My Uncle Charles’ widow, is my Aunt Sandy. About 4 years ago she had a liver transplant due to a blood disease (too much iron in her blood). She has been going to the doctor quite a bit recently and when I spoke with her last night to tell her about Virginia, she told me she is in liver rejection. They are treating her with steroids.
Roscuro, my parents had their own children nearly that far apart (17 years and one month from oldest to youngest), so conceivably the cousins could be many, many years apart in my family. As it is, my oldest niece is 40 and my youngest nephew 12. But one of my (older) brothers is married with no children yet and one (the youngest) is not yet married but has talked about getting married . . . so theoretically we could have more than 40 years from oldest to youngest. (I’m leaning toward thinking neither of these brothers will be a father, but men can have children well into old age–I know two men who fathered children in their seventies–and the single brother just turned 50 and the married brother is in his sixties but his wife in her early thirties, so it’s certainly possible.)
There is a seven-year gap between the two “sets” of children in my family (my parents had four boys and then waited a few years, and then it was like “hey, if we want any more children, we need to have them!” and they had three more). Though we overlapped in the house a little bit, we were mostly raised as two separate families, and from what I hear from my older brothers, our parents were different in several ways when we were growing up. The older brothers grew up poorer and my parents were more strict about some things (my mom wouldn’t even consider wearing pants to church when they were growing up, for instance), and I’m sure energy must have been a factor too. (My parents never really played with any of us, as far as I understand, but my mom had very little energy for us. She mostly sat reclined in the recliner or lay on the couch by the time we were growing up, and apparently had a heart attack at some point in there.) The family also had chickens and goats when they were growing up, and in my childhood we only had a dog and some small inside pets like guppies.
This is what I wrote about Auntie V last night on FB
Thank you all. It was my Aunt Virginia. She was my dad’s sister and my mother’s next door neighbor. She introduced them. One of my earliest memories is of sitting in a bathtub with her. She didn’t fight cancer. She embraced it. She told the doctor to make her comfortable. When she was put on hospice she took her oxygen tank and her girl friends and went on a cruise. I want to be just like her when my time comes. 💗💗💗💗
I’m on holiday shift today, scrambling to keep up with the latest fire in our area. We all woke up to an eerie red sky, the sun even looked red. Ash, smoke from several fires burning all around the greater LA basin now.
My friends have now gone to visit their daughter. PG nd E may turn off the power so I am charging things and cooking something. Use the power while you have it. Though the map shows they won’t turn it off here. My son posted that Portland is looking at a 50 year wind event. Meaning they have not seen anything like this. One firefighter said these will be the same conditions as Santa Rosa in 2017 – and he moved to Portland from there.
We are not supposed to get as cold as NancyJill, but we are to be down to 30. I am goint to pick everything tomorrow and cover the tomatos and squash and hope for the best. I think we are to have cold for 3 days. Then it will probably be seasonal weather till October.
A praise: Temps here have dropped 20-30?? degrees along the coast, which is so abrupt and strange, really. It’s in the 70s today after being over 100 yesterday. And along with the smoke and ash, we also have smog in our neighborhoods.
But what a relief as far as the temperatures go for at least some of us here. Still hot in those inland areas, however, where all the fires are raging. And dry. Expecting some winds tonight which also will be bad for firefighters. The resources are stretched and some of the forest areas have very difficult access.
Anon@ 1:38 – get them talking about hobbies, pastimes, family, their home country, etc. It seems if they talk about something familiar it helps, especially if they have photos.
I satisfied my itch to write a blog post on my website today by writing a blog post on my website today. (It was not quite as redundant as that sentence.) 🙂
Ever since starting to view the 2020 MTNA Virtual Conference, I’ve been exploring the intersection of creativity (improvisation, composition) with traditional note-reading fundamentals. The idea of writing a post about it has swirled in the back of my mind the last few months.
Today it came to the forefront and I decided to do something about it; thus the birth of an 811-word post entitled Nurturing the Piano Student’s Creative Spirit.
This was the first post — and likely the only one I’ll write — this year. Last year I only wrote one, also. I haven’t had the time, inclination, or inspiration to do so more than that, though I did write 12 posts in 2018 — one per month — and 10 posts between August and December 2017, after I’d first started my website.
It’s been interesting to see how the post that’s getting the most traffic this year is the one I wrote in April 2018, entitled Practice Six, Rest One: An Ideal Weekly Routine for Piano Students. I’ve had people from the Philippines and China and other places read that one.
Also interesting to see which countries my general site visitors come from. Last month, I had my first visitors from Austria and Slovenia, and, for the first time ever, from a country in Africa! Anyone want to take a guess which country?
Most of the time the visitors are from the US, not surprisingly, and I sometimes get visits from Canada and, for the first time this year, Mexico. I’ve also had Brazil show up, though I think that’s the only South American one. Most non-North American ones are from Europe or Asia.
Today in “Kizzie’s Reminiscences”: After a week in the first hospital, Hubby finally arrived back home at around 5:30 in the afternoon. (Nightingale had picked him up after work.) He was exhausted, overwhelmed, and worried about some things, but relieved to be home. He was supposed to go back to work on Monday, “maybe” having a helper to ride along with him, but he did not feel at all ready to go back to work. (And of course, he never did get back to work.)
Kim – When my Aunt Gert was dying of cancer, she had a party for her neighbors (outdoors – it was summer). They were a tight-knit community in a seniors-only mobile home park. (It was actually very nice there, like little homes with gardens and shrubbery and such.) Well, seniors-only except for the young family with children who lived across the street from Aunt Gert. (I forget why they were allowed there. Maybe the husband was a caretaker of the place or something.)
She had lived there for about 20 years, and appreciated the friendship of her neighbors, so she wanted to do something nice for them before she died. My mom and their cousin Lucy did the actual work for it, but she did what little she could. She died just two weeks later. (Shortly before her death, I was so happy to learn that she had come to Christ.)
My knucklehead of a grandson (I say that with love) is going to turn ten in late October. I have realized that if Nightingale does have another child someday, I will be more than ten years older than I was when I first became a grandmother, and I won’t have the same degree of energy or strength for a new grandchild.
Whether or not I may have another grandchild, I want to work on getting myself into better physical shape, even if only for my own health’s sake.
I have not been on here a lot lately, it being summer and all. But I don’t think I have noticed anything from little brother in a while. Did I miss something? He usually is here weekends and often amens a prayer on the prayer thread.
My labor is almost done on Labor Day. What a whirlwind (9-6) shift, I was being pulled in all kinds of directions, but the night guy arrived a couple hours ago so everything’s now shifting onto his shoulders. Whew.
Had to also make all the OC cop calls (morning and afternoon rounds), watch commander in one of the beach cities told me the only thing going on there was “fog.” “Good, for you and me!,” I said. Goodbye. In the afternoon, I got him again. He said “Still just fog.” Yay.
We had a skeleton holiday staff region-wide, so it works OK, but it did get hectic with all the fires, power outages and other things going on. A busy holiday overall.
Now I need to water my poor, wilting flowers and other plants. That weekend heat just about did us all in.
Need to amend what I said about Aunt Gert’s mobile home park being seniors-only. It occurred to me that she had lived there for about 20 years, but she was only 62 when she died. So it may not have been for seniors in particular, but it was for adults, not families with children, and there were a lot of seniors there.
Aunt Gert was adamant about everyone calling her home a “mobile home”, not a “trailer”. She was quite offended if someone referred to it as a trailer. 😀
I/we used to live in a house trailer. It was 8×35 feet outside. We lived there six years in three states.
We were glad to get out, but thankful that we had it. It kept us warm and dry.
We’re supposed to lose power tonight for possibly a few days. I’m upstairs in my office clearing the email so it won’t be a major problem.
Just sitting here, I’m sweating. I don’t know how we’ll endure no electricity in 111 degrees . . . .
In other news, a hit and run on our car while it was parked at our son’s house. I’m praying the probably teenager, or at least young man, who undoubtedly made a mistake will turn himself in.
Most of the plants are in the garage. The plants in the ground are covered with sheets and or a cloche. I put heavy rocks on the edges of sheets to hopefully keep them on during the high winds expected. The smoke outside is horrid and I have been continually using eye drops as it has been unbearably irritating to my eyes. The cold front promises to push the smoke away and replace it with snow…and of course the below freezing temps. Yes Michelle…it is definitely 2020…brrrr ⛄️
My plants will be gone as of tonight. They were mostly beautiful today, but not worth covering anymore. The last of the tomatoes were picked. Summer went way too fast as usual.
Janice, I’ve had quite a few readers from China, too. 🙂 “Quite a few” being a relative term; I’m speaking in comparison to the numbers of visitors from each of most of the other countries that have visited. I don’t have high readership by any means! But there is a nice variety of countries represented.
For anyone who is curious, the blog visit from Africa — it’s been only one — came from Egypt. My youngest two kids smiled at that when I told them, as we had studied ancient Egypt all last year.
Speaking of studying: this year our historical focus will be ancient Greece, and we will be starting up homeschool again this week..
Also, Catechism classes begin Wednesday night, virtually, and I return to piano teaching on Thursday. Sixteen students spread over three evenings a week.
Two birthdays this month; a family wedding in late September… My East Coast sister and some of her family will be here; yay! 🙂
Anyway, life will be busy for a good while, but I will try to carve out some quiet time for grieving as needed. I am thankful that I feel so much better this week than I did last week. God be praised.
Kizzie, I’ll be thinking of you as I know you’ll be contemplating the memories of your beloved hubby in this season. The “thinking of you” will be intermingled with prayers, too, my sister.
Stay safe everyone, bask in the grace of God every day — His mercies are new every morning — and we’ll talk again sometime.
Wandering Views 
Good morning! Today is the last day of the season for work at the track. The All American Futurity will run. It will be a little surreal without any crowds to cheer the horses on.
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I can’t understand a race without a crowd.
I came earlier.Saw a post of Peter and Grand (son-daughter?). But all I saw was this ugly bug.
So? I went away to drink my coffee.
And came back to a see a grandfather with grandchild.
You will learn that one of the grandest things is that you can enjoy them, then give them back when something happens.
But there is nothing grander than grandkids. I have eight great-grands now. But you can’t wrestle them and toss them about now because you are unsure of yourself. Grand’s are more fun.
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Morning! That is a most precious photo Peter! A scene of sweet content on the faces of you both! ❤️
Today will be a day of winterizing…bringing in the plants, emptying birdbaths , disconnecting hoses, etc….they are now predicting 7 inches of snow with a low of 21 and high of 34….brrrr.
At 3:30 this morning Lu got into a scuffle with a couple coyote out on the property. Paul was ready to jump in to help her but the coyote ran off. It was a chilling sound to hear our dog yelp but she is ok thankfully.
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I pay a great grandson to cut my grass. His dad says he should do it without cost.
But I say that he needs to learn where money comes from. It’s good for kids to work for money, in my opinion.
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Same day> I see that Peter has a new grandchild and Kim lost an aunt. Joy/sorrow on the same page.
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The sleeper she is wearing is one we had when her mother was a baby. They outgrow them before the material wears out.
Reminds me of a pair of toddler overalls. A woman we know got a pair for her oldest son, then used them on her next two boys. Sometime along then the knees wore through because of all the crawling little ones do. Since they were hog farmers, she sewed patches shaped like pigs on the knees, then passed them on to my sister who used them for her two boys. She gave them to the sister-in-law of the original owner, who then gave them to us for our son. Mind you, there are ten years between our son and the first wearer.
We were visiting the farm one time and Mrs L had our son in those overalls. He was crawling in the living room when the husband saw him and said, “You mean those overalls are still around?”
Two years later the woman had another boy, so we passed the overalls back to her. I’m not sure how many other boys got them before they were totally worn out.
I guess you could call this “The Brotherhood of the Traveling Overalls.”
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Five thumbs up!
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Good morning.
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Sweet to see the grandbaby and grandpa. Yes, chas, I notice the big difference what we could do with our oldest grandchildren and what we can do with the youngest. Then again, the grandmother of one set of my grands wanted the younger girls to come for a few days alone to her cabin and was never granted that blessing before she passed. We will enjoy each stage of life as much as possible. I suppose that is a way to honor and love the Lord, too.
It is good for children to learn to do things for the charity and blessing of it and also to learn to earn. We sure need to pray for the wisdom of when to do what for the good of the child. Each child is so different and no one size fits all.
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Because my siblings have had their children quite spread out – the eldest of my parents’ grandchildren is 18, the youngest is nearly 6 months – my mother especially can do less with her younger grandchildren than she could with the older ones. She had no problem picking up and carrying her older grandchildren, going for walks with them, and stopping them from misbehaving. Now, she cannot pick them up to carry them, if she is holding a little one, she has to put them down before standing up, she cannot hold onto their hands to go for a walk or chase after them if they run off, but she can still use her voice to bring them under control. She enjoys them, but they wear her out quickly. Her mother also saw quite a gap between her eldest and youngest grandchildren – there was just a couple of years between the youngest grandchild and eldest great grandchild. I was one of the youngest and the grandparents I remember were different than the ones my older cousins remember in terms of what they could do.
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Adorable!
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Nothing sweeter. Congratulations to all on a precious new baby.
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Putting a prayer request over there.
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Or here. My Uncle Charles’ widow, is my Aunt Sandy. About 4 years ago she had a liver transplant due to a blood disease (too much iron in her blood). She has been going to the doctor quite a bit recently and when I spoke with her last night to tell her about Virginia, she told me she is in liver rejection. They are treating her with steroids.
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A “like” on this thread doesn’t mean i “like” it. It means I’m praying with you.
But you knew that.
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Kim is it possible for another transplant? Praying with you ❤️
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Roscuro, my parents had their own children nearly that far apart (17 years and one month from oldest to youngest), so conceivably the cousins could be many, many years apart in my family. As it is, my oldest niece is 40 and my youngest nephew 12. But one of my (older) brothers is married with no children yet and one (the youngest) is not yet married but has talked about getting married . . . so theoretically we could have more than 40 years from oldest to youngest. (I’m leaning toward thinking neither of these brothers will be a father, but men can have children well into old age–I know two men who fathered children in their seventies–and the single brother just turned 50 and the married brother is in his sixties but his wife in her early thirties, so it’s certainly possible.)
There is a seven-year gap between the two “sets” of children in my family (my parents had four boys and then waited a few years, and then it was like “hey, if we want any more children, we need to have them!” and they had three more). Though we overlapped in the house a little bit, we were mostly raised as two separate families, and from what I hear from my older brothers, our parents were different in several ways when we were growing up. The older brothers grew up poorer and my parents were more strict about some things (my mom wouldn’t even consider wearing pants to church when they were growing up, for instance), and I’m sure energy must have been a factor too. (My parents never really played with any of us, as far as I understand, but my mom had very little energy for us. She mostly sat reclined in the recliner or lay on the couch by the time we were growing up, and apparently had a heart attack at some point in there.) The family also had chickens and goats when they were growing up, and in my childhood we only had a dog and some small inside pets like guppies.
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This is what I wrote about Auntie V last night on FB
Thank you all. It was my Aunt Virginia. She was my dad’s sister and my mother’s next door neighbor. She introduced them. One of my earliest memories is of sitting in a bathtub with her. She didn’t fight cancer. She embraced it. She told the doctor to make her comfortable. When she was put on hospice she took her oxygen tank and her girl friends and went on a cruise. I want to be just like her when my time comes. 💗💗💗💗
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A peaceful picture of grandfather and grandchild. Lovely.
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Yes, that is a sweet photo of grandfather and the newest most adorable!
Amazing to consider how fleeting the days are for older people and how long the days are for the young.
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Anon=Janice
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Peter, do you have any suggestions for bringing ESL students into classroom discussions? A near and dear one is looking for creative ideas.
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Sweet photo.
I’m on holiday shift today, scrambling to keep up with the latest fire in our area. We all woke up to an eerie red sky, the sun even looked red. Ash, smoke from several fires burning all around the greater LA basin now.
Hot and dry today, it won’t be good.
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I looked for Kim’s request on the prayer thread but somehow did not find it.
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My friends have now gone to visit their daughter. PG nd E may turn off the power so I am charging things and cooking something. Use the power while you have it. Though the map shows they won’t turn it off here. My son posted that Portland is looking at a 50 year wind event. Meaning they have not seen anything like this. One firefighter said these will be the same conditions as Santa Rosa in 2017 – and he moved to Portland from there.
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Janice, she went ahead and posted it here as there is not a today prayer thread.
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Finally got wifi to hook up. Beautiful photo. I’m not sure I have any pictures of me with some of the grands as I am the only picture taker.
So sorry dor your loss, Kim.
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We are not supposed to get as cold as NancyJill, but we are to be down to 30. I am goint to pick everything tomorrow and cover the tomatos and squash and hope for the best. I think we are to have cold for 3 days. Then it will probably be seasonal weather till October.
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A praise: Temps here have dropped 20-30?? degrees along the coast, which is so abrupt and strange, really. It’s in the 70s today after being over 100 yesterday. And along with the smoke and ash, we also have smog in our neighborhoods.
But what a relief as far as the temperatures go for at least some of us here. Still hot in those inland areas, however, where all the fires are raging. And dry. Expecting some winds tonight which also will be bad for firefighters. The resources are stretched and some of the forest areas have very difficult access.
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fog
auto-correct must automatically change fog to smog when LA is mentioned 🙂
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Anon@ 1:38 – get them talking about hobbies, pastimes, family, their home country, etc. It seems if they talk about something familiar it helps, especially if they have photos.
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I satisfied my itch to write a blog post on my website today by writing a blog post on my website today. (It was not quite as redundant as that sentence.) 🙂
Ever since starting to view the 2020 MTNA Virtual Conference, I’ve been exploring the intersection of creativity (improvisation, composition) with traditional note-reading fundamentals. The idea of writing a post about it has swirled in the back of my mind the last few months.
Today it came to the forefront and I decided to do something about it; thus the birth of an 811-word post entitled Nurturing the Piano Student’s Creative Spirit.
This was the first post — and likely the only one I’ll write — this year. Last year I only wrote one, also. I haven’t had the time, inclination, or inspiration to do so more than that, though I did write 12 posts in 2018 — one per month — and 10 posts between August and December 2017, after I’d first started my website.
It’s been interesting to see how the post that’s getting the most traffic this year is the one I wrote in April 2018, entitled Practice Six, Rest One: An Ideal Weekly Routine for Piano Students. I’ve had people from the Philippines and China and other places read that one.
Also interesting to see which countries my general site visitors come from. Last month, I had my first visitors from Austria and Slovenia, and, for the first time ever, from a country in Africa! Anyone want to take a guess which country?
Most of the time the visitors are from the US, not surprisingly, and I sometimes get visits from Canada and, for the first time this year, Mexico. I’ve also had Brazil show up, though I think that’s the only South American one. Most non-North American ones are from Europe or Asia.
Have not had Australia yet…
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6 Arrows, it is interesting to see where blog readers are from. I’ve had several from China reading my book reviews.
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Thank you, Peter. I will pass that info along. Using pictures could be the trick!
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Today in “Kizzie’s Reminiscences”: After a week in the first hospital, Hubby finally arrived back home at around 5:30 in the afternoon. (Nightingale had picked him up after work.) He was exhausted, overwhelmed, and worried about some things, but relieved to be home. He was supposed to go back to work on Monday, “maybe” having a helper to ride along with him, but he did not feel at all ready to go back to work. (And of course, he never did get back to work.)
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Kim – When my Aunt Gert was dying of cancer, she had a party for her neighbors (outdoors – it was summer). They were a tight-knit community in a seniors-only mobile home park. (It was actually very nice there, like little homes with gardens and shrubbery and such.) Well, seniors-only except for the young family with children who lived across the street from Aunt Gert. (I forget why they were allowed there. Maybe the husband was a caretaker of the place or something.)
She had lived there for about 20 years, and appreciated the friendship of her neighbors, so she wanted to do something nice for them before she died. My mom and their cousin Lucy did the actual work for it, but she did what little she could. She died just two weeks later. (Shortly before her death, I was so happy to learn that she had come to Christ.)
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My knucklehead of a grandson (I say that with love) is going to turn ten in late October. I have realized that if Nightingale does have another child someday, I will be more than ten years older than I was when I first became a grandmother, and I won’t have the same degree of energy or strength for a new grandchild.
Whether or not I may have another grandchild, I want to work on getting myself into better physical shape, even if only for my own health’s sake.
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I have not been on here a lot lately, it being summer and all. But I don’t think I have noticed anything from little brother in a while. Did I miss something? He usually is here weekends and often amens a prayer on the prayer thread.
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We watched the movie I Can Only Imagine. Quite a good film.
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My labor is almost done on Labor Day. What a whirlwind (9-6) shift, I was being pulled in all kinds of directions, but the night guy arrived a couple hours ago so everything’s now shifting onto his shoulders. Whew.
Had to also make all the OC cop calls (morning and afternoon rounds), watch commander in one of the beach cities told me the only thing going on there was “fog.” “Good, for you and me!,” I said. Goodbye. In the afternoon, I got him again. He said “Still just fog.” Yay.
We had a skeleton holiday staff region-wide, so it works OK, but it did get hectic with all the fires, power outages and other things going on. A busy holiday overall.
Now I need to water my poor, wilting flowers and other plants. That weekend heat just about did us all in.
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Calling Kevin, where are you?
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Need to amend what I said about Aunt Gert’s mobile home park being seniors-only. It occurred to me that she had lived there for about 20 years, but she was only 62 when she died. So it may not have been for seniors in particular, but it was for adults, not families with children, and there were a lot of seniors there.
Aunt Gert was adamant about everyone calling her home a “mobile home”, not a “trailer”. She was quite offended if someone referred to it as a trailer. 😀
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I/we used to live in a house trailer. It was 8×35 feet outside. We lived there six years in three states.
We were glad to get out, but thankful that we had it. It kept us warm and dry.
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We’re supposed to lose power tonight for possibly a few days. I’m upstairs in my office clearing the email so it won’t be a major problem.
Just sitting here, I’m sweating. I don’t know how we’ll endure no electricity in 111 degrees . . . .
In other news, a hit and run on our car while it was parked at our son’s house. I’m praying the probably teenager, or at least young man, who undoubtedly made a mistake will turn himself in.
We’ll survive; it’s just the hassle.
I’m surprisingly calm about it all.
Well, what can you expect?
It’s 2020.
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Most of the plants are in the garage. The plants in the ground are covered with sheets and or a cloche. I put heavy rocks on the edges of sheets to hopefully keep them on during the high winds expected. The smoke outside is horrid and I have been continually using eye drops as it has been unbearably irritating to my eyes. The cold front promises to push the smoke away and replace it with snow…and of course the below freezing temps. Yes Michelle…it is definitely 2020…brrrr ⛄️
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Michelle, I thought you were coming to Idaho. Guest room is open. We have electricity. And indoor plumbing.
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Though Jo might argue that last.
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My plants will be gone as of tonight. They were mostly beautiful today, but not worth covering anymore. The last of the tomatoes were picked. Summer went way too fast as usual.
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Janice, I’ve had quite a few readers from China, too. 🙂 “Quite a few” being a relative term; I’m speaking in comparison to the numbers of visitors from each of most of the other countries that have visited. I don’t have high readership by any means! But there is a nice variety of countries represented.
For anyone who is curious, the blog visit from Africa — it’s been only one — came from Egypt. My youngest two kids smiled at that when I told them, as we had studied ancient Egypt all last year.
Speaking of studying: this year our historical focus will be ancient Greece, and we will be starting up homeschool again this week..
Also, Catechism classes begin Wednesday night, virtually, and I return to piano teaching on Thursday. Sixteen students spread over three evenings a week.
Two birthdays this month; a family wedding in late September… My East Coast sister and some of her family will be here; yay! 🙂
Anyway, life will be busy for a good while, but I will try to carve out some quiet time for grieving as needed. I am thankful that I feel so much better this week than I did last week. God be praised.
Kizzie, I’ll be thinking of you as I know you’ll be contemplating the memories of your beloved hubby in this season. The “thinking of you” will be intermingled with prayers, too, my sister.
Stay safe everyone, bask in the grace of God every day — His mercies are new every morning — and we’ll talk again sometime.
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Power is on here but off in town
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I see my picture is still there, so AJ must not be up and about.
You can find out who won the Pickled Picks. Was it Chas or AJ?
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