The weather in the Midwest is fickle. Sixties Sunday and yesterday, today 40. And it’s supposed to get colder. This is why we think February is mentally the longest month.
As we were brushing snow off our cars in the church parking lot on Sunday, a first-year grad student from Korea asked me when spring comes to Michigan. She did not like my answer, which was May.
Little Brother. I understand you are the math guy so maybe English is not your strong suit. The antecedent was clearly “ months”, so my comment referred back to months. Twelve favorite months, February is one of them.
It’s a balmy 72° this afternoon. So sunny and beautiful.
There were at least six of us ladies on our prayer call earlier. We had extra helpings on our full plates of prayer requests. After we got off the one and a half hour call, one of the ladies called me to continue conversation.
With the warm weather, it seems like it should be spring already around here. I am reminded it is not by the lack of flowers in the neighborhood.
It’s good timing for Valentine’s Day to fall in February for a chance to see some flowers in what can seem a bit dreary month when cold and overcast.
Nicodemus (“Nico” for short), the newish, 20-mo-old black lab city shelter dog from next door, slipped into my house via the open front door on the porch today, came nose to nose with Abby (they know each other via shared scents through the fence) and out they went for a wild play session in my backyard. Abby leaped over him a couple times like a horse clearing a hurdle, and ’round and ’round they went at top speed, chasing each other back and forth. She’s so lonesome, it did my heart good to watch her having so much fun playing with another dog.
We have another one graduating in the spring, too, mumsee, not counting the one who will graduate from college in the spring. Their mothers keep asking how that time went so fast.
On the world is such a small place–our grandson is student teaching music in Nashville right now. He just discovered that the orchestra teacher at the school is married to a guy who came from the same small town his dad grew up in here in MN. Her father-in-law was my son-in-law’s shop teacher in that small town. I am not sure how they realized they both had a connection to that small town, but I am sure they were surprised.
My uncle from California sent all his nieces and nephews an old copy of The Lighthouse Digest. His son had discovered the issue featured my great grandfather’s family. I have read other sources about this family, but this is the most extensive and is quite interesting to read. This is the kind of surprise that is fun to receive.
I sometimes feel our son is a perpetual college student. I am glad he has nonstop love of learning. I am glad for all those with grandchildren. Not sure if we will ever get to that point, but Art’s mom was in her 80s when she became GrandNana 🙂
Janice, someone I knew years ago was one of four children, and her parents must have thought they’d be guaranteed lots of grandchildren . . . but they had to wait until into their eighties to have one single granddaughter. For years one of their daughters was the only one to marry, and she couldn’t have children. Eventually a son married, but married someone who was nearing the end of her fertile years and had just one child. Later their other son married a woman with a daughter, but I think the grandparents were gone by that time. But I remember when my friend’s niece was born, thinking how very long her parents had waited to have a grandchild!
Janice, someone I knew years ago was one of four children, and her parents must have thought they’d be guaranteed lots of grandchildren . . . but they had to wait until into their eighties to have one single granddaughter. For years one of their daughters was the only one to marry, and she couldn’t have children. Eventually a son married, but married someone who was nearing the end of her fertile years and had just one child. Later their other son married a woman with a daughter, but I think the grandparents were gone by that time. But I remember when my friend’s niece was born, thinking how very long her parents had waited to have a grandchild!
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Good Tuesday morning one and all.
The weather in the Midwest is fickle. Sixties Sunday and yesterday, today 40. And it’s supposed to get colder. This is why we think February is mentally the longest month.
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You just described March up here.
As we were brushing snow off our cars in the church parking lot on Sunday, a first-year grad student from Korea asked me when spring comes to Michigan. She did not like my answer, which was May.
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Good morning on a beautiful snow brushed morning.
February is one of my favorite months. I have twelve of them.
mumsee
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You have twelve Februarys?
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We’re getting rain for the next 3 days. Much needed.
How long before Christmas?
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Little Brother. I understand you are the math guy so maybe English is not your strong suit. The antecedent was clearly “ months”, so my comment referred back to months. Twelve favorite months, February is one of them.
mumsee
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Christmas is just around the corner. Let the music begin!
mumsee
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If all we have is Februarys (Februaries?), Christmas will never come.
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It’s a balmy 72° this afternoon. So sunny and beautiful.
There were at least six of us ladies on our prayer call earlier. We had extra helpings on our full plates of prayer requests. After we got off the one and a half hour call, one of the ladies called me to continue conversation.
With the warm weather, it seems like it should be spring already around here. I am reminded it is not by the lack of flowers in the neighborhood.
It’s good timing for Valentine’s Day to fall in February for a chance to see some flowers in what can seem a bit dreary month when cold and overcast.
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Little Brother: see 12:34.
mumsee
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Nicodemus (“Nico” for short), the newish, 20-mo-old black lab city shelter dog from next door, slipped into my house via the open front door on the porch today, came nose to nose with Abby (they know each other via shared scents through the fence) and out they went for a wild play session in my backyard. Abby leaped over him a couple times like a horse clearing a hurdle, and ’round and ’round they went at top speed, chasing each other back and forth. She’s so lonesome, it did my heart good to watch her having so much fun playing with another dog.
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So that would mean it’s always winter but never Christmas? (@11:40, 12:57)
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Bing would never sing?
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It’s senior night at the basketball game tonight and my heart is jerking in many directions.
Seeing my kids grow up and go off to college was hard–the first one the hardest of all.
But now it’s the same emotional tug all over again.
How can childhood be done so soon?
He’ll graduate a week after Stargazer gets married.
Time is strange.
And oft times bittersweet.
It’s a good emotional day for pouring rain.
But then, what about Balaam and that ass?
https://www.michelleule.com/2025/02/04/baalam/
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We have another one graduating in the spring, too, mumsee, not counting the one who will graduate from college in the spring. Their mothers keep asking how that time went so fast.
On the world is such a small place–our grandson is student teaching music in Nashville right now. He just discovered that the orchestra teacher at the school is married to a guy who came from the same small town his dad grew up in here in MN. Her father-in-law was my son-in-law’s shop teacher in that small town. I am not sure how they realized they both had a connection to that small town, but I am sure they were surprised.
My uncle from California sent all his nieces and nephews an old copy of The Lighthouse Digest. His son had discovered the issue featured my great grandfather’s family. I have read other sources about this family, but this is the most extensive and is quite interesting to read. This is the kind of surprise that is fun to receive.
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I sometimes feel our son is a perpetual college student. I am glad he has nonstop love of learning. I am glad for all those with grandchildren. Not sure if we will ever get to that point, but Art’s mom was in her 80s when she became GrandNana 🙂
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DJ, I have noticed that little brother is always rather glum like that. A veritable Marshwiggle, he is.
Kathaleena, that was Michelle on the growing up.
mumsee
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Janice, someone I knew years ago was one of four children, and her parents must have thought they’d be guaranteed lots of grandchildren . . . but they had to wait until into their eighties to have one single granddaughter. For years one of their daughters was the only one to marry, and she couldn’t have children. Eventually a son married, but married someone who was nearing the end of her fertile years and had just one child. Later their other son married a woman with a daughter, but I think the grandparents were gone by that time. But I remember when my friend’s niece was born, thinking how very long her parents had waited to have a grandchild!
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Janice, someone I knew years ago was one of four children, and her parents must have thought they’d be guaranteed lots of grandchildren . . . but they had to wait until into their eighties to have one single granddaughter. For years one of their daughters was the only one to marry, and she couldn’t have children. Eventually a son married, but married someone who was nearing the end of her fertile years and had just one child. Later their other son married a woman with a daughter, but I think the grandparents were gone by that time. But I remember when my friend’s niece was born, thinking how very long her parents had waited to have a grandchild!
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