Help...........

I may need somebody to give me a shake! I am beginning to sound like Pollyana.

MJ

Peace........

more from the land of 'happily ever after'

Here's a funny for you. I fell the other day, on the kitchen floor. No, no, that part isn't funny - it hurt! The funny part is that Dad came roaring into the kitchen shouting "should I call an ambulance? Do you think you've broken your hip?" To which I answered, "It can't break, remember? It's made of metal - do help me up". While getting these metal hips was certainly no fun, being 'metal woman' has it's advantages.

PS The bruises aren't funny, either.

PPS- my youngest grands think this story is uproarious. Maybe I'll be one of those old ladies who get funny stories told about them when they are gone. Hopefully - though I'm in no rush to go anywhere.

Rest in the mystery.......

Humble?

For about three days now, the quote from Micah has been rolling around in my head - "What does the Lord require of you? To do justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God." I have pondered this, and I think the first two are reasonably recognizable. To do justly, is a repeat of our childhood belief that things just should be fair. A mark of growing up is to recognize that things aren't always fair. But you and I can be and will be fair. Because God said so.
And then mercy. Who doesn't love mercy? Please, Lord, give me mercy instead of justice. And He will do that if we ask.

But humbly? What is humble? At first sight it seems to mean meek and this is so not me. So I hauled out my trusty commentary and according to them, humility means not personal piety in any narrow sense, but obedience to whatever God requires or commands. This includes, though is not limited to worthy worship. So, humility is something I have to pray about. Worship is wonderful these days, but God asks a lot of us and I have to try to remember that I am walking side by side with Him. Come to think, if He is there, I won't have any trouble remembering. I still have to think about this. Me and my mental muddles.

Also, I have to tell you that I have just realized that I am the Queen of Happily Ever After. I really am living that way. It's downright exciting to realize I am being given this. Life as a retiree is a joy. I wish it all for all of you one of these days.

More musing later, children, and blessings to you all.

Three bags full

HOORAY! I am going to a new mill, in Blue, Texas, with my three bags of Rambouillet fleece, so it can be
1: skirted (this means chop off all the nasty pieces and ditch them)
2. scoured (this means wash the dirt and lanolin out)
3. carded (a process for getting all the fibers to go in the same direction)
4. combed into roving (a refined process for compactimg these fibers to make a handful from which to spin)

Does that not sound exciting? YES, it is! Scooter gave me this fleece - I don't even know how many sheep contributed to it, but it is all white. I am going to spin and weave a rug for his office wall, and with india ink, make enough of the roving black to put the ranch brand in the center. I have to go to the Hermitage (a monastery near Christoval, as they have a wide loom and need to be taught how to use it. I'm nominated, and in return, I get to use it for the rug. The loom I have now is much smaller, as is my studio.

Now you all rejoice with me, ok?

blessings...

I did it this time!

I made it through the day. Sylvia made it easy for me. She picked me up at 7 (she wanted to come at 6- gag!), but she drove me right to the Fort Concho house we were using. The only one with a cross breeze and a bathroom, no less. It was very pleasant. They brought breakfast to me, since I don't walk so well. I taught about 9 people to knit, all of whom said they couldn't possibly learn to do that. Sylvia's daughter worked on the Playskool loom and loved it and her 5 year old worked the inkle loom and really understood what he was doing. He was doing the demonstrating for awhile, which was a hoot! His dad took the loom home to try to copy one for him. He has good hands and good coordination. I may even try this again next year - but then next year is a long, long time, so we'll see.

And I was right. I didn't make the afternoon meeting. What I did was apparently a real help, however, and I'm always glad of a chance to teach somebody something, especially when they are so sure they can't learn it.

Peace :)

Whoop (as the Aggies say)

And also hooray!. Today is our wedding anniversary and I think it's 44 years. After a while it all seems to blur??? It's just time, after all. We celebrated by taking in the new Narnia movie and stuffing lobster down our faces at Red Lobster after. I swear I will eat no more fat this week. So there!

Well, boys and girls, I have both looms warped and need to find shuttles and wind them, also start some new knitting and it is 9:30 PM. Have to be ready to roll at 7. Bleah! I will never understand why people do this early stuff! But this is for the Cattlewomens Association and for Sylvia and for the Girl Scouts. All good stuff. I can collapse in the PM. Trouble is, I want to go to a fiber arts meeting to learn more about color blending. Bet I don't make it.

Nancy had her knee surgery on Wednesday (both knees - she's a glutton for punishment) and she is not having an easy time of it. She'd planned to drive to Fredricksburg today and for tomorrow for her graduate classes. Happily, Scooter phoned her teacher who said she could already tell that Nancy is a stellar student and certainly she can miss a week. Nice to be validated, isn't it? She really does ourstanding work on school needs and loves it.

Happy Birthday to everyone whose birthdays I have forgotten this year as well as those I will forget. I plead advanced age, here. Some days I do well to get from one end of the house to the other. In fact, I have put so many dents in the car that Dad and I have switched cars at least until I can get these cataracts removed. Doctor said they were ready last fall, but medicare wouldn't pay for it until I lost more vision. This year, I will definitely lose more vision. (Actually, I already have). I can't have my reading interrupted,for sure!

Three years ago, when we moved here, and I received the first few electric bills, I realized that the thermostat had to go from 73 to 79 or 80. It took a while, but now it is amazing how comfortable we are with it higher.

Scooter came over and moved the pots and things I couldn't handle and now my garden is shaping up so well. It's good that RCW limits me to a small plot. This is enough to have my flowers and herbs. Dad backed his car into my rosemary pot and broke it. His penance was to help me repot it. All done, and the rosemary seems not to have minded being shaken up.

We are both serving at the altar this Sunday and after will take communion to the nursing home and to one member who has just gone home. She is a magnificent woman, had an operatic voice and has beaten cancer 5-6 times. This time it is winning. She has a great attitude to the inevitable. We love visiting her and helping as much as we can with her transitions.

Rest in the mystery, y'all

Did you ever wonder?????

Why people continue to overschedule themselves, when they know how bad it is for them? I do, daily,. I think I do this because I can't realize I have grown older (not old!) and I am wearing out. Somehow I am scheduled to work the shop tomorrow. That's ok. See doctor on Fri and complain bitterly. (I am looking for another internist/gp). Then, somehow on Saturday, I have allowed myself to think it will be fun to have warped two small looms and started a bit more knitting for teaching purposes, and to go AT 7 in the morning to represent the Cattlewomen's association to begin to introduce youngsters to the joys of fiber arts. I know I will love it when I get there - I always do, but have lots of apprehension as it approaches,. I think I will take the looms to the shop tomorrow. It is often dead empty and maybe I can warp there. Probably.

Pray for me to come to my senses....

Rest in the mystery (I am trying)