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All planted…five varieties of tomatoes, all heirloom except one.

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I grew up in a medium-sized town in WV. We had a bustling downtown till they built the mall around the time I graduated from high school. Even though I was a “townie”, we spent just about every weekend out at my grandparents’ farm. Grandma and PopPop had a truck garden next to the house, and they grew a canning garden up on top of the hill. I worked alongside my grandma for as long as I can remember. From planting seeds to harvesting to putting up the produce, my hands were always busy.

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I planted marigolds to keep the bugs away.

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Like most adolescents, I grew up wanting something different. I didn’t want to be “stuck” working on a farm all my life raising a houseful of children. I wanted my life to be exciting. And it was. I lived in England for a couple of years and then Colorado for forty more. Somewhere in there, I decided I wanted a farm. Trouble was, I didn’t have a husband that wanted the same thing.

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Our rhubarb plant was overgrown and died, so I bought a new one. This will be kept in a pot.

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When Mr. Virgo died in March of 2013, I took advantage of the opportunity to return to my roots. I actually lived on Grandma’s farm for a couple of years and it was phenomenal. Then, about five years later, I married my high school sweetheart and, as most of you know, we live on our little five-acre pseudo homestead. We are not self sufficient, but we get closer every year. And even though we are both in our early seventies, we strive to do everything we reasonably can to reduce our carbon footprint and be prepared for any negative circumstances.

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Tomato Variety Board…SIMM’s Greenhouse - Palestine, WV

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We’ve tried having a garden here on Marshmallow Ranch, but we are of an age where dragging a tiller around and bending over for hours planting and weeding is just too much for our aging bodies. We always plan our summer projects during the winter when we are closed in with snow. This winter, Mr. FixIt decided he wanted to build a raised garden bed where we could at least raise tomatoes for the table. He bought the wood last week and slowly put it together. We tweaked it a little here and there till we got the configuration we thought would be useful. He finished putting the boards on the last side yesterday and lined the box with a double thickness of plastic. He had half a pickup load of top soil, some straw, and a few bags of compost/manure mix. Our son came over yesterday and between the two of them, they had the raised bed filled with dirt in a couple of hours.

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While the guys worked on our super new garden space, I went to the tractor store and bought a new drive belt for the Husqvarna. We need to take the mower deck off today and replace that belt so I can get out there and mow. It’s getting really deep in the areas that are not designated as pollinator gardens. When I got home, our son was just leaving and Mr. FixIt and I decided to go to Simm’s Greenhouse for plants. When we got back, I planted the garden. Along with the tomatoes, I bought some marigolds to help keep the bugs away. I also bought a beautiful rhubarb plant and I’m going to grow it in a tub out back.

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Our grand-doggy, Cooper. He is SO precious!

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It was a very busy day but our bones were weary in a good way. It’s supposed to rain so I know I won’t get out on the mower today. But, there is ALWAYS something to do around here so I am sure the grass won’t grow under our feet. As I am sitting here writing to you, the little grey tree frogs are out there singing their hearts out for Ms. Right. It’s a pink-fringed evening with a cool breeze and I’m happy to my core.

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I’m finally home.

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🩵🌷🩵

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“Know the state of your flocks, and put your heart into caring for your herds, for riches don’t last forever, and the crown might not be passed to the next generation. After the hay is harvested and the new crop appears and the mountain grasses are gathered in, your sheep will provide wool for clothing, and your goats will provide the price of a field. And you will have enough goats’ milk for yourself, your family, and your servant girls.”

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‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭27‬:‭23‬-‭27‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   Today, I am grateful for the opportunity to be as close to a farm girl as I’ve ever been. No chickens or pigs or goats, but we’re living in the country with the birds and the bees! And that’s something!

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I’ve been working on a project this week, in between baking and cleaning the kitchen…ad infinitum. I finally had to get out of the house and wander around the pollinator gardens to see what’s new out there. I grabbed my rain boots and a huge golf umbrella from the truck and took off, tromping through the wet fields.

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I’m really pleased with most of the gardens. There are a couple that look kind of poorly…sparse grasses with no discernible wildflowers. My dear friend Aimee, who knows all things about the ground and what grows under, in, and on top. She says to leave it be. It’s still forage for critters and can harbor snakes and turtles, and field mice. There’s no such thing as a bad green space…unless all it has is invasive and noxious weeds.

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The Lyreleaf Sage is nearing the end of its flowering. The little trumpet-shaped flowers at the top of the stems glow brightly in the mass of dark field grasses. The Bulbous Buttercup has opened its John Deere yellow flowers and is quite showy in the areas where they grow. The Wood Sorrel blossoms are doing their best to compete with the buttercups, but they are smaller and stay deeper in the grass.

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Speaking of grass, we have mostly Kentucky Bluegrass, Bromes, Foxtail, Flax, and others. There are many other perennials like Dock, Red Sorrel, Sheep Sorrel, Ribwort Plantain, White Clover, and many others. Every time I’m out there, I find something new to document. It is quite a walk to go around all seventeen pollinator gardens. Just another healthy way to get my steps in.

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Mr. FixIt went to town yesterday to buy the straw, manure, and topsoil for the raised bed. I know it’s an investment at the beginning, but hopefully it will pay off with table veggies in the summers to come. I’d like to build a cold frame at the end of the house to have lettuce, carrots, and onions through the winter. Another small step toward a less consumer-based lifestyle as we continue to live our best years walking side-by-side through our seventies.

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I used the last of the cabbage and made Gail’s deconstructed cabbage rolls last night for supper. Mr. FixIt picked up some fresh ears of corn, and I have some asparagus that needs to be used up. It’s always a delight to anticipate a good, country meal for a chilly, rainy evening.

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🩵

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“God called the dry ground “land” and the waters “seas.” And God saw that it was good. Then God said, “Let the land sprout with vegetation—every sort of seed-bearing plant, and trees that grow seed-bearing fruit. These seeds will then produce the kinds of plants and trees from which they came.” And that is what happened. The land produced vegetation—all sorts of seed-bearing plants, and trees with seed-bearing fruit. Their seeds produced plants and trees of the same kind. And God saw that it was good.”   ‭‭Genesis‬ ‭1‬:‭10‬-‭12‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   
Today, I am grateful for the ground on which we live…the myriad flora and fauna that delight us daily. I’m grateful for two strong legs that carry me around, and for the image lookup function on Google!
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The temperature barely crept into the 60’s yesterday so we didn’t go out on the bridge to fish. Every day this week has been clear and sunny. It’s supposed to warm up in the high 60’s today so we’ll try again.

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A Dichotomy: A Coast Guard Helicopter flies over the Wright Brother’s Memorial

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We drove all the way up to Duck yesterday just to go to Tullio’s Bakery! They are the best donuts on the island if you ask me. We bought two sweets and two savories. We nibbled on those and explored some of the shops along the boardwalk on the sound side. There is a cement statue of a black lab that Mr. FixIt has to have his picture taken with every year. There was a sign about the statue that said it’s 24 years old now and he was showing it a little. 

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A Nutria scurrying around the reeds in the sound.

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We went to the Wright Brothers Memorial and walked around. A ranger gave a talk about the airplane and how they got it to work. Then she got into the exhibit ring and actually moved the parts to make the wings change as it would when they were flying it. That was fascinating! The place was packed, too. Busses of school children on field trips taking notes and interacting with all the educational displays warmed my heart. I only remember one field trip when I was in school and that was to the local dairy to see how the milk was gathered and processed every day. It DID bring back memories of being a parent chaperone on Daughter #2’s field trips. I couldn’t take part in my first daughter’s trips because I was working full time plus to put her dad through medical school and residency. I was a cheerleader mom for here later in high school.

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This is the original hand carves propeller from the first successful flight at Kitty Hawk, NC. A model of the plane stands behind it.

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After the Wright Memorial, I stopped in to see my friend Jeanne at Knitting Addiction. Of course, I had to buy a couple of things. There was a beautiful bamboo and merino heart with a hat pattern I had to have! And some scrubby yarn to make exfoliating cloths for the kids for their Christmas boxes. I also needed some double pointed needles for the socks I’m working on. 

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We made a quick stop at Walmart then headed down to our favorite antique shop. We love the owner and check in on her every trip. Captain Frank’s is next door and Mr. FixIt HAD to stop for a couple of hotdogs. I was still stuffed from that one “Cinnabomb” I had for breakfast. We found the seafood shop I went to in October and hit a thrift store then headed back to the camper for a break before sunset.

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Today is supposed to be sunny again and warmer so we’ll try our hand at fishing one more time. It is Good Friday so we will watch services online. And tomorrow, we pack it in and head to High Point for a quick overnight then on home Sunday. At the beginning of the week, the time stretches out in front of us and it feels like forever. But “forever” ends quicker as we age. 

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We are really enjoying each other’s company. Being at the beach always feels so cozy and romantic since we came here for our honeymoon. I made reservations for October in the very same campsite. It kinda feels like ours now. There ought to be a plaque or something!

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✝️

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“He personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed. Once you were like sheep who wandered away. But now you have turned to your Shepherd, the Guardian of your souls.”   ‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭2‬:‭24‬-‭25‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   
Today I am grateful for my Lord and Savior who saved my soul so that I might live with Him for eternity. There is nothing like that feeling and the gratitude it brings.
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”Learn to Dance in the Rain” - AI by Ginny McKinney with Meta AI

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Darlings…what a weekend! It has rained about 4.5” since Friday. The ground is so wet that when you walk across the yard, it’s like a bog. Squish…Squish…Squish. There is so much water in the pool, it’s pouring out the overflow. The creeks are roaring. But there’s no water coming into the basement. Ever since we started putting the root killer down the storm drain, it hasn’t overflowed. It came close Saturday night, but we put the crystals in and within twenty-four hours the water level was down two inches. We just have to be vigilant and use it regularly.

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The water in the drain is not the only thing going down. I made the awful mistake of looking at my retirement fund last night. Here’s a helpful tip…DO NOT DO THAT! At first my heart sank. Knowing it is likely to fall more today is disconcerting. As hard as that is to take, I know God has always taken care of us and we are more precious than the birds in the fields. I know it’s hard not to worry, it really is. But last night, I just sat with God and told Him I put my life in His hands twenty-one years ago. I’m not backing out when the going gets tough.

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Like most people, we are looking at more ways to cut our expenses. I think satellite is out. We’ll soon have fiber optic internet here. Once that is installed, we can drop the DSL line and stream what we can get online. I’ve cut out extra spending. We only buy what is necessary these days. I know we are taking this trip to the beach, but it’s already paid for as is my flight to Colorado this summer.

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It is a good thing we don’t eat much meat anymore. We are going to make some raised beds for greens to add to our diet. I bake all of our bread. We don’t eat much dairy but I do keep powdered milk and canned evaporated milk in the pantry. I grew up making do with what we had. Yes…I have been terribly “advantaged” in my adult life. But, I’ve been studying and practicing homesteading and survival skills for a very long time.

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We are heading into lean times, I’m afraid. And I’m not telling you all of this to worry you or scare you. I look at paring down to the bare essentials as more like a game to see how little we need to get by.

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Happiness is most often mind over matter.

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If you don’t mind…it don’t matter.

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Do what you can with what you have.

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Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.

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Start small.

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Slow and steady wins the race.

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Pray about it. Pray over it. Pray through it.

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And remember…the pendulum always swings back.

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🩵🌷🙏🏼🌷🩵

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““Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” ‭‭Matthew‬ ‭6‬:‭19‬-‭21‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Gratitude Journal 
Today I am grateful for my humble upbringing with a grandma who taught me how to make do. I am grateful that I have a Heavenly Father who wants us to prosper and who will take care of us.
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Back when Mr. Virgo and I lived in Denver, we had the kids over for Christmas and I made our traditional chili and cinnamon rolls. I decided to use one of those disposable aluminum baking pans for the rolls. I rarely baked with a recipe back then and I suppose I made mor dough than I actually needed because when I pulled them out of the oven, they were all sticking out of the pan like cork screws! We laughed till we cried. 

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Yesterday was baking day here at Marshmallow Ranch. I tripled the King Arthur recipe for Japanese Milk Bread and it was PERFECT. But…the rolls peeked up out of the top of the pan like “The Rolls That Ate Denver!” I had to take a quick picture and send it to Daughter #1 with “Look familiar?” I knew that would give her a giggle. I love when we share the lighter moments of life. There were far too many hard moments and I want my girls to remember the happy memories.

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Something else happened yesterday that took me back to that same time period. I was only working three days a week and Daughter #1 was working for the school district. She told me they were looking for Special Ed. paras to help in the severe needs classroom. I have a lifetime of experience with special needs kids with my brother, so I figured it would be a good fit. I’m not sure I lasted two weeks when I had to admit defeat. SpEd teachers are angels walking this earth and deserve to be paid the highest salaries. ALL teachers do.

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I received a letter this winter saying I had money in my PERA retirement account and I needed to withdraw it or it would be sent to the Colorado Lost Money Department and I’d have to deal with them. I finally got around to filling out and mailing the papers and forgot all about it. Well, yesterday was PAYDAY! I opened the envelope and started laughing. My retirement fund amounted to $57.24. I could hear my grandma’s voice saying, “Don’t spend it all in one place!”

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Mr. FixIt was on “drain watch” with all this rain. Our storm drain out back tends to overflow when the ground is completely saturated and if it gets too high, we have to run a pump in the stair well to keep it from coming into the utility room downstairs. We feed root killer down there to keep the forsythia roots from blocking the drain pipe and I don’t know if we started early enough this spring to stay ahead of it. It didn’t come in the house so I’m thinking we’re ok.

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So, the bread and rolls turned out great, the drain didn’t flood the house, and I am $57.24 richer! It was a pretty good day!

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🩵🌷🩵

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“Work brings profit, but mere talk leads to poverty!” ‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭14‬:‭23‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   
Today I am grateful for good memories to tide me over through difficult times. And bread…I am grateful for bread. Bread cures a multitude of ills.
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I was so excited to see my friend and her husband yesterday. We had such a great time laughing and sharing photos and old stories. Mr. FixIt has never met them so we all had a big time visiting. It was really windy yesterday but beautiful. We came back to town and went to visit Mr. FixIt, Jr. and family. It’s always good to spend time with the kids. We were home before dark and I was ready to call it a day. I don’t know about you, but anymore…when I have the alarm set for an early morning wake up, I hardly sleep the night before. My subconscious is afraid I’ll sleep through it so I’m awake every half hour or so. Consequently, I was ready to write at 8:00 last night and bed shortly after.

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I took my friend one of the baskets I crocheted and tucked a couple of the homemade pop tarts I made Sunday evening. I wanted them to have something special and who doesn’t love a nosh when you’re staying in a cabin? We stopped at Menard’s on our way home. We needed a new solar light for the address post at the end of the driveway. We always find something there we didn’t know we needed till we saw it! lol

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I want to give you an update. Hubby #2 has finally been discharged after his kidney transplant and is home! I know several of you are on dialysis and/or waiting for a transplant and you may be wondering how he got through the system so quickly. I didn’t know this at first, but apparently, when you’ve already had a transplant and need another, you get bumped up the ladder. I think that’s done in order to protect and preserve the transplanted organ. He feels great and is so grateful. He told me he absolutely couldn’t have gone through this without God carrying him and all the prayers that went up for him. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart for those prayers. I’m so happy we have this space to offer each other prayers and support when it’s needed. 

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The whole world may seem to be burning to the ground, but there is so much beauty at the same time and opportunities to express gratitude. Here are some pictures of the grounds of Marshmallow Ranch at sunset last night for your enjoyment!

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See you tomorrow!

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💚

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“Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for you are my praise.”   ‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭17‬:‭14‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   Today I am grateful that our prayers were answered and my daughters’ dad got to come home from the hospital after his kidney transplant. Hallelujah! 

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I’ve talked to you before about my mom’s kitchen. It had never been updated…not for want of me trying to convince her. I think Mr. FixIt has a hard time with change? That woman…as wonderful as she was…did not want anything changed, save for the occasional fresh coat of paint or maybe window curtains.

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When she died and I was left to fix the house up to sell, the kitchen was the first thing I tackled after the belongings were dispersed. I talked to Wanda Belle a lot in those months living in my childhood home. It was healing and cathartic and made me wish she would have let me do this for her.

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Mom was NOT a very good cook. I’ve told you the story of her making her hamburger gravy down by adding instant coffee, right? But there were two things she made that were out of this world…Pineapple Upside Down Cake and Potato Soup. They were legendary and she always fixed them for me when I came home to visit.

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I’ve tried to make my potato soup taste like hers to no avail. Maybe it tasted so wonderful because my tastebuds were young. Remember when you just just taste the green of a hot summer day? But, I’m more inclined to think the cake and the soup were so delicious because my mom made them for me. There was love in every bite. I miss that. I miss HER.

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There’s never an easy time to lose your mom. Mr. FixIt lost his mom when she was in her 50’s. My mom was 78, and I thought that was way too young to lose her. That’s only six years older than I am. I remember when I thought 78 was ancient. Thinking changes when you’re slipping into the last decade or two of your life. Suddenly 78 doesn’t sound so old.

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Mr. FixIt took good care of me yesterday. I sat in my Big Red Chair on a heating pad all day and he made supper…a grilled ham and cheese sandwich and a bowl of my potato soup warmed up. It was so warm and soothing. 

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Kinda like a hug from my mom.

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🩵

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“but Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often.”   ‭‭Luke‬ ‭2‬:‭19‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   
Today I am grateful for warm memories of my mom…I can look at my hands and see hers more and more as I age. I’m grateful for a loving husband that takes care of me when I’m not feeling strong. I’m grateful I can walk in the kitchen and pull fresh food from the fridge and pantry to feed us, draw fresh water from the tap with a twist of the wrist, a soft place to lay my head, and a safe roof over my head. I have been rich and I have been poor. The key to a good life is being grateful no matter where you’re standing.
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“Big” turned 21 on Saturday. I know, right? How can the time pass so quickly? I try to catch her every Sunday evening when I’m checking in on the family. She showed me pictures of her and her friends hiking a cliff trail overlooking the beach. We chatted about her girlfriends and her roommates and it reminded me to share a piece of advice I give to all young women “coming of age.”

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“Nurture your friendships with other women. Trust me…you will need them.”

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What’s that old adage? People come into your life for a reason, a season, and a lifetime. In reality, only a handful of folks tick all three boxes. I lost one of my longest lifelong friends a little over a year ago. My closest lifelong friend came into my life when we were 16 and we still text or call several times a week. She’s quick to set me straight if I swerve off course and she loves me fiercely.

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There are friends that you’re close to and even though you don’t see or talk to each other often, when you get together, you pick up the conversation like no time had passed. There are friends that for one reason or another, drift away and you wish them well but you let them go. 

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I’ve always loved my children and grandchildren, but I relate to them so much more now that they’re getting older. My West Virginia kids and grandkids didn’t come into my life till they were adults. And now we’re getting great-grandchildren. It warms my heart when I can impart some wisdom and they’re receptive. They’re so precious.

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I went to knitting group yesterday and we were the usual group of four this time. We meet at Colleen’s house and I am always excited to see her holiday decorations. She keeps a white pencil tree in her dining room and changes the decorations for every holiday. She has her St. Patrick’s Day decor out now and it won’t be long till she changes over to Easter. I’m not that dedicated. I just got Christmas put away a couple of weeks ago. That’s enough for me. 

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When I got home from knitting, I started working on the bread. I baked three loaves plus a loaf of pepperoni bread. That was just an experiment so I’m looking forward to seeing how it turned out. I cut a slice for Mr. FixIt and myself while the bread was still warm. Oh, my…I think I’ve finally perfected this recipe!

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It’s supposed to get up near 70° here tomorrow and a low of 56° during the night so I’m going “camping” out in the field. Camping without spending a dime…that’s perfect and I can’t wait!

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☘️

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“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.” ‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭17‬:‭17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   
Today I am grateful for the girlfriends in my life…old and new. They keep me grounded. They keep me sane. They keep me laughing.
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I had a hard time getting to sleep Thursday night. I tossed and turned and just could not settle my mind and body. I finally started to drift off when a pack of coyotes started howling…close! The must have been down along the creek at the edge of the near field. It wasn’t long and they were off again, but if you haven’t heard that eerie ruckus, let me tell you…it makes the hair stand up on the back of your neck. I woke up every hour the rest of the night and awoke having a very weird dream. As I’m writing this Friday night at 10:00, I’m sure hoping I have a better night’s sleep.

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Mr. FixIt is trying to fix the lid on the console in his truck. We’ve been working on it for the last couple of weeks. A new one costs $700!!! And we can’t find just the piece that’s broken. I’ve suggested we use magnets to hold it closed so that’s the next thing we’ll explore. I mean…it’s a 2007. We’re not sinking a lot of money in it.

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We had a nice dinner for a change last night. I made Southern Shrimp and Grits. Oh, it is SO good. We had enough leftover to have a bit for lunch today. Daughter #2 is feeling a little better…still pretty tired. Hubby #2 had his dialysis catheter removed yesterday! His kidney numbers are looking so much better…almost completely normal. He told me last night that, in 2024, only 300 people over the age of 65 had dual transplants. A sobering thought…he is a member of an elite club and that privilege is not lost on him. He and his wife went to church right after the procedure yesterday to give thanks. We are all so grateful to still have him. And so appreciative of all your thoughts and prayers. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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It’s supposed to be a little cooler here for a few days. I do believe Tuesday might be the first night I get to sleep in the camper! The low that night is predicted to be 53° and that’s quite comfortable for sleeping.

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And here it is….March!!! I always feel like I’ve finally made it through winter when March comes to West Virginia. Wahooooo!!!

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☘️

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“Then shall we know, if we follow on to know the LORD: his going forth is prepared as the morning; and he shall come unto us as the rain, as the latter and former rain unto the earth.”   ‭‭Hosea‬ ‭6‬:‭3‬ ‭KJV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   
Today I am grateful for the good news about Hubby #2’s health. My kid’s dad is a pretty special guy and he is loved by so many. I’m so happy he gets another chance at life!
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I’ve torn this house apart looking for those hard drives. Well, not completely. I still have a couple other places to look but I’m just baffled where they could be. Don’t you hate it when you put something in that “special safe place” and you don’t have a clue where it is? Drives me nutso.

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We didn’t really do much of anything yesterday. I still haven’t been able to find my tax returns online and my old laptop that I’ve used for taxes before won’t even start up. Sometimes when you’ve worked for a few hours on something without making progress, you need to set it aside for a while and regroup. I can get back to it today.

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We had the other half of the pizza last night that I made Wednesday. Mr. FixIt kindly mentioned that “we’ve had pizza a lot lately.”  Which translated to “I love your pizza, but maybe we don’t need to have it every week.” Isn’t he a sweetheart? lol I told him I’d make pepperoni rolls with the extra dough next time. He loves pepperoni rolls. They are West Virginia’s State Food!

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I got to see Daughter #2 on FaceTime yesterday…twice! She looks a lot better. Her dad brought them food from the deli down the street. She had a Reuben Sandwich and her wife got Challah French Toast. Since he’s on anti rejection drugs from his transplants, he has to stay away from people who are sick. Bless their hearts…the stood on either side of the glass storm door and spoke to each other on their cell phones. Very resourceful. I’m so glad their appetites are improving. I may not be officially Jewish anymore, but I’ll always be a “Jewish Mother” and worry about my little “sheyne punim.” No matter how old they get, they’re still your babies…right?

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“Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth.” ‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭33‬:‭6‬ ‭KJV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***   
Today I am grateful my daughter and her dad got to see each other. She said he looks great which warms my heart. We are so blessed to have him still with us. 
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#Healing, #HomemadeBread, #Taxes

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I love our little knitting group. There’s just four of us…that’s all the room we have in the gal’s house where we meet. I’m so glad the weather has improved so much and we can get together again. I brought some of the Sourdough English Muffins I baked Saturday and one of the other gals brought some of her homemade red raspberry jelly to go with. So, so good!

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I love seeing the projects the others are working on. One was making a banner for a birthday party. The other two were making scarves. I finished the big basket for beside my chair. I can put my current project in it and it will look much nicer than the myriad shopping totes that surround my “nest.” One of the gals gave us each a round wooden disk with holes around the edge. It was a wooden basket bottom. She had made one to show it and it was really cool. After supper, I sat down and made one myself and it was so much easier than it looked. I’ll have to order some of those to make Christmas presents for the girls for next year.

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The snow is just about gone! It was in the low 60’s yesterday and it felt wonderful. There is actually some green grass peeking around the edges and the beginning blades of iris are coming up in my flower beds. It was actually warm enough last night that I could have slept in the camper if it was here. It will probably be ready in another couple of weeks and I can’t wait!

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I made a yummy dinner of pork cutlets, fried potatoes, and sauerkraut. It was absolutely monochromatic tan and not a stitch of color! But, Mr. FixIt loved it so that’s all I could ask for. I’ll need to bake bread today. Or tomorrow. I also need to make another batch of granola. The last batch I baked a little too long and it was dark. But I couldn’t throw it out. I’m almost through it now so I can justify baking a fresh batch. Ingredients sure aren’t getting cheaper! I’m worried about that.

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It won’t be quite as warm today, but just having a little respite from all that bitter cold and snow is welcome! Is it warming up where you are?

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💜

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“You have fixed all the boundaries of the earth; you have made summer and winter.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭74‬:‭17‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal*** Today I am grateful for the girlfriends I have in my life. They listen and give wise counsel. They are my teachers and my students. I always tell young women not to forget about their women’s friends. They are going to need them down the road. A burden shared is halved. A joy shared is doubled.
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#girlfriends, #sharing, #knitting

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It’s starting to feel like Groundhog Day around here. Every single day is the same old thing…coffee, breakfast, dishes, 2nd cuppa, snack, dinner, dishes, snack…all to the accompaniment of SNOW. I’m over it already. I haven’t seen grass this year. Everything is 100 shades of white.

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The world goes quiet when it snows. I like quiet. I remember snowshoeing in foot deep powder at night in the mountains of Colorado. The snow made a sound like bacon frying in the other room…a soft hisssssss. That and the sound of my snowshoes swooshing forward with every step was a meditation. The air so crisp and cold your nose hairs froze. This was in the days before portable electronics dominated our every move. You could get away, deep in the woods, and not another soul around save for a little ermine hopping across the open spance, the little black tip on the end of his tail the only way to discern it from the snow.

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I’ve noticed far less traffic in the last couple of weeks. School has been out or delayed because of snow and low temperatures so there aren’t as many folks out and about. We’re all hibernating at this time of the year. I know sitting in the Big Red Chair and crocheting or knitting seems to me the only thing I can get done…besides baking and cleaning the kitchen. It’s ok…it won’t be long till we’ll be spending the days outside in the hot sun, mowing and keeping up with the outdoor maintenance. Still…I’m kinda done with the snow thing.

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January is SOOOOOOOOOOO long!

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❄️🩵❄️

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“From its chamber comes the whirlwind, and cold from the scattering winds. By the breath of God ice is given, and the broad waters are frozen fast.”
‭‭Job‬ ‭37‬:‭9‬-‭10‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Gratitude Journal
Today I am grateful for people who speak of the Lord as an example of the values we should seek in this life…even in the face of consternation of others. It is a sign of quiet strength and obedience to do that.

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#obedience #faith #winter

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Sourdough English Muffins
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I began learning how to make sourdough bread during the Covid lockdown…like a gazillion other people did. Yeast was hard to come by so sourdough experienced a renaissance and everyone was doing it. Therefore, YouTube was (and still is) packed with instructional videos. I’ve been making it long enough to spot the recipes that probably won’t work so I can avoid the costly waste of ingredients. While I was learning, I came across a recipe for English Muffins, tried them, and they were divine!

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A Strong Dough
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I quit baking sourdough around the time the world opened back up, but I decided I’d start again this winter. I got a good, strong sourdough starter going and commenced to baking bread. Every once in a while I try a different recipe for sourdough bread, but I always seem to come back the Tartine Bread Book by Chad Robertson. Their beginner recipe consistently works for me. I was lured away to try a different recipe yesterday was bitterly disappointed at the flat dense loaf it produced.

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English Muffins Ready for Last Rise
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I’ve tried a few English Muffin recipes and could never get them right. You know how sometimes things you’ve apparently forgotten just come back to you in a rush? Well that’s what happened and I found the original recipe on the King Arthur Baking website. ([www.kingarthurbaking.com/recipes/e...](https://www.kingarthurbaking.com/recipes/english-muffins-recipe) ) I followed the steps yesterday and voila! Perfectly wonderful muffins with a nice crumb, nooks and crannies, and tangy flavor. 

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Muffins Rising in Front of the Fire
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Mr. FixIt had an appointment in town yesterday so I stayed home and baked. I had to laugh at the end of the day when I surveyed my totally destroyed kitchen. Mr. Virgo worked his entire career in restaurant and hospitality management. He knew how to cook and ALWAYS had everything clean as he went. Not me! My ADD brain has the kitchen looking like a bomb went off as I tried to cook a meal for an army. I finally gave up and I’ll finish cleaning it this morning.

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A Recipe Failure
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Flat Sourdough
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Are you all bread bakers? Did your mom and grandma bake bread and teach you how? What’s your favorite kind of bread? Extra points for sharing a recipe with us!

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❄️🩵❄️

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“The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing, while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.”    ‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭13‬:‭4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***
Today I am grateful that I connect with people I love on a regular basis. I’m grateful I can provide comfort when my loved ones encounter struggles. And, I am grateful that I have the love and support of so many people.
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#baking, #cleaning, #englishmuffins, #sourdough

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What a Chilly Week Ahead!
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Yeah, I know…I can’t keep my head in the sand forever, but there is nothing wrong with taking a break for a little self-care when everything just seems to spin out of control. I can’t control the news cycle, but I sure can control my consumption of it and all things social media. I love the “social” part…chatting with friends and family, seeing pictures of grandbabies and funny cat videos. However, if you find the current state of affairs totally overwhelming, back off and take care of yourself for awhile. I have the notifications on my phone set where I can take a cursory glance and if it’s nothing I need to deal with in the moment, I move on. 

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That being said, I didn’t watch a single thing newsy yesterday. I crocheted on the market bag, which I think is going to turn into a basket for yarn that will sit by my Big Red Chair. When you crochet with seven strands of yarn at once you get a nice stiff-sided basket, but it is pretty heavy to tote around shopping. We watched reruns of some of our favorite detective thrillers then settled in to watch the Ohio State v Notre Dame National Championship. I’m rooting for OSU!

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My View Every Morning
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We neither one stepped foot outside yesterday. The high was something like 9° and since it was MLK Day, the mail didn’t run so there was no need. I warmed up beef stew for supper and we were happy as little clams. I fed the sourdough starter so I can bake today. I need to make sourdough, sandwich bread, and maybe English Muffins again. They sure were good the last time, but I’m going to make a different recipe this time. The last ones were really complicated. 

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I tried going downstairs to sew, but it is WAY too cold to hang out down there so I came back upstairs. Maybe I can set up somewhere warmer. Or, maybe I’ll hang out in the office and write. I just felt shiftless yesterday and wanted to veg out for a while. It’s OK to avoid facing uncomfortable things, as long as you don’t buy real estate there. I’ll be back at it shortly!

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❄️🩵❄️

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“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands, for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” ‭‭2 Timothy‬ ‭1‬:‭6‬-‭7‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***

Today I am grateful for a safe place to land when things get rough in life. Number One is God’s arms. He is always there for me. And Number Two…Mr. FixIt. He is always there for me on this plane. I thank God every day for the gifts I’ve been given.
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#gratitude, #mentalhealthday, #nonews

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OMGosh, y’all…the sunshine was amazing yesterday! It was 43° and it felt glorious after the deep freeze we’ve been in the last two or three weeks. Today. Will be warm as well, but there’s an 85% chance of rain! The downside of that is, the polar vortex is coming in with a vengeance and will stay through the week. I really don’t mind…as long as I don’t have a lot of places to go. I’m happy to be a hobbit and bake and crochet this market bag I’ve been working on.

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We did have to venture to town yesterday. We had a very late breakfast at IHOP where I got a free stack of pancakes with my reward points. Way too much to eat so I brought half of them home. Then we picked up our prescriptions and headed right back. With more cold weather and snow in the forecast, and being a Friday, the store was packed wall to wall with people grabbing up milk, bread, and toilet paper like it was a precious commodity.

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Mr. FixIt napped all afternoon in his Big Red Chair then went out to fill the feeders. He was having some trouble walking on the snow when he turned his ankle a little and by evening it was pretty swollen. We’ll have to keep an eye on that. 

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When it was time to cook some supper, I took stock of my supplies and settled on Broccoli Cheese Soup. It’s the easiest thing in the world to make. I don’t usually keep broth in the pantry but I do have a jar each of chicken and beef soup base. I added a good tablespoon of the chicken base along with four cups of water and a heaping tablespoons of chopped dehydrated onion. I sautéed half a container of sliced white mushrooms and chopped about three cups of broccoli and added that to the pot. I added some black pepper and a couple shakes of Cajun seasoning. That always boosts the flavor of soups. I brought it to a light boil and let it simmer for five minutes. I mixed a whole can of evaporated milk and a tablespoon of Wondra Flour to make a white sauce and poured that into the soup pot. That simmered for three minutes till it was thickened. I added two cups of shredded Colby Jack cheese and stirred till it was melted then used my immersible blender to make the perfect creamy soup. I took some of the bread I made on Wednesday and toasted it for dipping. It was delightful!

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It was a beautiful day and we had fun getting out and about for a little bit. Hopefully Mr. FixIt’s foot is better this morning or else we’ll have to go to town to get it looked at. Say a little prayer for him, please.

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❄️🩵❄️

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“Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul.” ‭‭3 John‬ ‭1‬:‭2‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***

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I am grateful we have adequate health insurance coverage as we age. There are so many who have none and they are left to fend for themselves. I’m grateful for our medical care team who take such good care of us. 🙏🏼

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#broccolicheesesoup, #inthekitchen, #soup, #comfortfood

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I miss my Gracie. I love that little camper. I miss going out there to write without the TV. I told Mr. FixIt, when we get too old to go camping, she has to stay with us so I can still have my little hidey-hole. I can’t wait for warm weather so I can lay out there at night and listen to the owls. We’re at that place in the year where the time crawls. It’s dark and cold and we haven’t seen the grass in weeks…highly unusual here.

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I’ve gotten into a bad habit lately. I stay up late then sleep (or at least stay in bed) WAY later than I do in the summer. That is good in a way. I’m getting a lot of rest. But it’s not good that half my day is wasted and I’m not getting the projects done that I want to work on. I’ve been trying to figure out what this is. I’m not depressed. I’m just exhausted. Even with all this rest, I’m bone weary this week. I think a lot of people are.

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I’m not going to talk about politics, but I’m sure many of you are worried about the state our country is in. If you’re like me, the uncertainty of what to expect in the coming weeks and months is concerning. I’ve been through a clinical depression in the past…I’m not going there again. So, I’ve decided to focus on GRATITUDE. A Gratitude Journal helped get me through those dark days of depression when I was going through a painful divorce. In addition to the Scripture I leave at the bottom of each post, I’m also going to state what I am grateful for that day.

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Mr. Virgo used to call me Pollyanna because I always look for the silver linings. For ever dark day and bad happening, there is still ALWAYS something to be grateful for. I’ll tell you everyday what I’m grateful for. Please feel free to share your gratitude with us here. We all need to search for the light in our lives. When gratitude is what we focus on it becomes easier to find more things to be grateful for. 

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Who’s in?

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❄️🩵❄️

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“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise prophecies, but test everything; hold fast what is good. Abstain from every form of evil.” ‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5‬:‭16‬-‭22‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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***Gratitude Journal***

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I am grateful for my relationship with Jesus. He walks with me every step of the day and I am never alone. I owe him every praise. I don’t understand the mysteries of God’s ways, but I trust that He loves and cares for his children and has a plan for us.

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#gratitude, #faith, #hope, #weary, #strength

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I overslept yesterday. Well, actually I didn’t even set an alarm for knitting group. I forgot. Turned out it was a happy accident because I slept deep and long…just what I needed after such a long and difficult week. I woke up and looked at my phone and was totally surprised to see 10:30. I was supposed to be at knitting at 9:00. I texted my apologies. It’s summer and I’m not the only one that’s going to be gone for most of it. We’ll get back to it in the fall. There’s just way too much to do in the summertime!

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I headed out to mow after breakfast. Even though we had a bit of rain the night before, it wasn’t enough to make a difference and the grass was dry and burnt. I hat mowing when it’s like that because the dust just swirls all around me and even with a mask, I was coughing and sputtering and sneezing my head off. I finished the two fields and it was time for supper so I went in and made burgers, fried yellow squash and Amish potato salad. 

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After supper, I went out to finish up the mowing. As I came around the front of the camper on the door side, the mower actually sucked the rug right under the mowing deck and it got all caught up in the blade. It smoked and made a terrible noise and the tractor stalled. I started to go get Mr. FixIt but I figured I could do it myself. 

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I pulled the car ramps out of the garage, drove the mower up on them, and untangled the badly chewed up rug from the blades. I prayed I hadn’t damaged anything, and it started right up with no problems. By the time I finished mowing, it was cooling down and I went in for a much needed shower. I was black from head to toe with all that dust and dirt.

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I had to confess to Mr. FixIt that I ruined his rug. He’s had that rug for fifteen years, apparently. I thought it was the one I bought when I was towing on my own, but there was no use crying over spilt milk. I messed it up, but we can always get a new one. Just another thing to do. 

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As I was mowing the far field yesterday, I kept spooking one of the fawns. When I was off doing the near field, it came to snuggly down in the pollinator gardens. Then, every time I swing back around…off it would go. This went on several times till I was finished and the dear little deer could rest all she wanted.

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Two more sleeps till we leave. I am going to strip the bedding and do a quick scrub down in the camper. By nightfall, I want the bedding to be finished, towels stocked, and the overhead cubbies emptied and repacked. Mr. FixIt Junior is combing by today to check out the mower to make sure he knows the ins and outs. He has kindly agreed to mow while we are gone. We’ll get the last of the camper stuff packed and in the truck on Wednesday. The snack bin needs fresh snacks. We hang our clothes on a rod in the back seat of the truck. The only thing we’ll have to do on Thursday is pull out and head west!

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For as crazy as the last couple of weeks have been, I’m feeling pretty laid back about the trip prep. We’re so blessed that heat wave has broken somewhat. I think we’ll have one more 90° day this week and the rest is much more reasonable with nice lows at night. Good sleeping weather.

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If I don’t have a lot to say in the next couple of days, it’s because I’m just plugging along.

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☀️

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“For as the body apart from the spirit is dead, so also faith apart from works is dead.”

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I try not to do any work on Sunday, but sometimes it’s unavoidable. The grass isn’t quite long enough to mow, but OMGosh! The shrubbery around the fenced area of the pool was getting totally out of hand. Mr. FixIt bought a battery powered hedge trimmer on an extension pole so we can reach up and shear this tangled mess, so I went out and worked on it for a couple of hours. We trim it back, then we need to back the truck up to the fence, toss the brush in the back and haul it over to the burn pile. Then, we have to keep going. It’s like a literal jungle here at this time of the year and if you don’t stay on top of it, you’re in big trouble pretty quick.

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It wasn’t terribly hot yesterday, so the chore wasn’t overwhelming. Mr. FixIt did some mowing around the trash cans and on the bank along the road while I trimmed. When we were done, we decided to jump in the pool and enjoy the spoils of hard work. The water temp was only 78° so it was a bit brisk and bracing when we first got in. But we enjoyed ourselves and did a little water aerobics to burn off some more calories.

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I weighed myself yesterday morning and I am at a new low! If I stay on this trajectory, I could have the last ten pounds off in a few weeks. As you can see on the graph, I had a steady, continual weight loss till late fall, then I just bounced around all winter, but generally maintaining the thirty-five pounds. I was fine with that, really. As long as I didn’t pack pounds back on in the winter months, I am happy. But now I’d like to get back in the swing of things and get the rest of this off since I’ve come this far.

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I caught sight of a burrowing mayfly on the back door yesterday afternoon. I’m sure many of you are being subjected to the mass hatchlings of mayflies at this time of year. The good thing is, the females only live a few hours and the males a couple of days. The swarms are short lived but mighty. They are harmless, but can be dangerous if you drive through a large swarm. They can smear up your windshield to the point you have reduced visibility…especially if you’re driving into the sun.

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I keep trying to get a good picture of the fireflies at night but it isn’t easy with the iPhone. They start out just as dusk is fading. At first, they are rising from the field and you see them from one to three feet above the grass. As the evening wears on, they eat higher and higher till they are little around in the trees. That’s when I love to see them. The woods seem to sparkle with their little lighted hineys. 

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We don’t have a lot on our schedule this week. I’m hoping I can get these curtains finished. I have knitting group this morning. One of our gals won’t be there because she has Covid. We were all together on two occasions the week before but as far as I know, no one else has come down with it. It’s still out there so it’s not a bad idea to minimize hugging and kissing and wash your hands frequently. I practice these and wear a mask while the kids are still in school. Little germ bombs are super spreaders.

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I hope you had a good weekend. I’m counting down the days now till our trip and it will be here before we know it!

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🐝

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“and to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one.”

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I was just telling Mr. FixIt the other day that I hadn’t seen any fawns this year. He said not to worry…they’d be showing up soon. After supper last night, he suggested we are a walk down around the pollinators and see what’s happening. We were just stepping out of the gate and saw THREE babies right by the camper. I quietly walked around the end of the camper when I was standing just a few yards from the closest one. That little thing started bleating and ran straight for me!

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One thing you don’t want to do is interfere with wildlife babies. Deer will often leave their babies on their own for long stretches while they go foraging. Many people have “rescued” babies who weren’t really abandoned, thus breaking the laws of nature. I immediately started talking to her and made myself really big to let her know she shouldn’t come any closer. Her two siblings were less inclined to come close and soon she figured out it was better to go off with them in the woods. I’ll keep an eye out for them. We live on a very busy two-lane blacktop and unfortunately, deer get killed on this road frequently. We walked on down around the pollinator gardens till we noticed one of the babies had taken shelter amongst the tall grasses so we skirted around and came back up the other way. 

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As we walked through the front year, we checked out the pear trees. One of them got bit by Jack Frost and hardly has any fruit set on, but the other one is fully loaded. We should have a big crop this year, but I’m not quite sure when they will be ripe. We’ll be gone till August 6th so we may miss them. Hopefully one of the kids can come get them and use them if they ripen while we are gone.

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I cleaned the pool again yesterday and it is getting sparkling clear. After I was done vacuuming and brushing the bottom, I did thirty minutes of stretching and water aerobics to get a little activity in my day. We stayed in during the heat of the afternoon…Mr. FixIt watching his shows and I was reading some of the cookbooks I bought Thursday at the junk shop. I also balanced my bank account, searched for the best price on tires for the camper and a chlorine dispenser for the pool. Mr. FixIt designed a set of stairs on his CAD program for a friend and I helped him navigate the printer. It’s kind of tricky.

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As I was cleaning the pool, I got to thinking about supper and decided I’d really like to make macaroni and hamburger. I’ve heard it called goulash, slumgullion, beefy mac…but whatever you call it, it’s really good. I’ll bet I haven’t made that since I was in my twenties! I searched my pantry over for canned tomatoes. I was SUREI had picked up a case at Sam’s not too long ago, but they were nowhere to be found so I used a jar of pizza sauce. It tasted fine. When I was putting the pasta canister away, I happened to glance up at the top shelf of the pantry and there were my tomatoes! Ah, well…no harm, no foul, right? 

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I brought one of the cookbooks out to the camper with me last night to read in the peaceful cool of the evening. The Church Supper Cookbook from Families and Churches Across the Country. I’m betting there are some greats recipes in there!

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I hope you are staying cool and hydrated and that you have a wonderful summer weekend planned!

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🐝

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“He made my feet like the feet of a deer and set me secure on the heights.”

\nPsalm 18:33 ESV\n
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We had a good day. An ordinary day. I went to knitting group. Mr. FixIt and I headed to town in the afternoon for a checkup and got an excellent report. I waited in the truck in the shade and knitted, dreamily watching the clouds drift by from my perch on the hill.

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There’s always a little shopping to do. And a little eating. When we got home, we watched the news and as 8:00 rolled around, I headed out to the camper to write. But first, I took my phone down and sat in the path between two of the pollinator gardens and waited. 

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After a bit, I heard deer in the hedgerow around the far field and it wasn’t long till a little doe came out, watching me curiously. She cautiously approach, stomping her front leg and blowing air forcefully through her nose to warn me how big and bad she was. I sat stock still and filmed her dance…forward, stop, stomp, romp around the field kicking up her heels, repeat. It was delightful.

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When she moved on to the creek, I got up to see if any other critters had come out to join me. There, just around the bend sat a beautiful box turtle, head held high in the air, motionless, trying to be invisible. I visited with it for a while, then I went on around to the other side of the garden.

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As dusk settled in, I lay prone on the ground with my camera…preparing for the rising of the lightning bugs. They didn’t disappoint and I was enthralled watching them leaving light trails as they rose and fell.

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The enormity of the peace I felt in my chest spread to the lump in my throat. I nearly missed all of this. So many times I’ve been at crossroads that could have taken me in any number of directions…including an early death. Each decision, each mistake, each achievement…all of it brought me here. 

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There are so many terrible things going on in the world right now. Things that need to be fixed. Things that need to be changed. Things that need our attention and things thrown in our way just to steal our attention from the important things in life.

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Yes…there is bad stuff. Yes…there is evil. But there are SO many who want you to see only the bad things and forget about all the good. There is SO much good in the world. They may not be shouting about it on the front pages or the news desks, but it’s there. Don’t give up! You’re important in this story. You have a huge role to play in this world.

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In the field of quantum physics, it is believed that you taking a breath in this moment affects a molecule at the edge of a galaxy a gazillion light years away. We may be infinitesimally small in the grand scheme of things, but every single heartbeat is important. YOU are important! YOU can affect changes that only YOU were put on this earth to accomplish. Maybe your assignment was to help that young woman who was struggling in 1974. Maybe it was the degree you attained to make a difference to scores of people. Maybe it was nothing more than to lay on your belly in a field of daisies and photograph a picturesque turtle or a dancing deer.

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The thing is…we don’t know what assignments we may receive. Wouldn’t it be a shame if you left us before you got the chance to do that one thing God made you for? 

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Look for the good. And if you can’t FIND the good…BE the good the world so desperately needs right now. 

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I love you…just the way you are.

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🐝

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“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”

\nJeremiah 29:11 ESV\n
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Photo Credit: Internet

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Back in October, I told you about a friend of mine that’s been my sister-of-a-different-mother. She reached out to me in a time of need. At the same time, Mr. FixIt came down with Covid and was dreadfully ill and I totally forgot to listen to her message. When I hadn’t responded in a reasonable time, assumptions were made. When she ghosted me, assumptions were made on my part, as well.

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After trying unsuccessfully to connect, and knowing her as I do…I backed off and gave her space. I reached out every week or two just to let her know I was thinking of her. Eventually, she started responding but her tone was more like the conversation you might have with someone in the line at the grocery store. But still, I knew she was going through some terribly hard stuff in her personal life, so I practiced grace with my lifelong sister/friend. We practiced grace with each other actually. She could have just walked away permanently.

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Finally, I heard from her over the weekend and she asked if we could FaceTime. We selected yesterday. I prayed repeatedly ever since we made the date…asking God to bring me the right words to convey to my friend. To let me be quick to listen and slow to speak. She poured her heart out and spoke her truth. She was devastated that I hadn’t reached out to her during her time of dire need. She felt abandoned. She was confused, hurt, sad, then mad. 

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I listened carefully. I nodded and agreed with her. I acknowledged her pain. And her frustration and anger. I could see the edges soften a little just getting it off her chest. But I knew we were at a crossroads in our friendship. Neither one of us wanted to end our lifelong bond, but we were unsure of what the other wanted to do. I respectfully corrected a couple of her assumptions which brought some clarity to the situation. 

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In the end, we professed our love for each other to the bitter end. And we enacted a strategy. Should one of us absolutely NEED the other, we’ve agreed to text “911” and we will drop what we are doing right away and reach out. The crux of our issue was miscommunication. Extending grace with patience and love showed maturity and grace on both our parts…something I feel I’ve just been able to tap into in the last few years.

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Life is just entirely too short to waste a minute of it on misunderstandings. I know not all relationships will come together like we did and reconcile with love and grace but it can never hurt to try to practice kindness in our interactions. There will be plenty of opportunities in the coming months to practice grace. Difficult conversations are never easy, but approaching them with grace and kindness will help ease us back toward the give and take of normalcy. This is my prayer, anyway.

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“Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.”

\nEphesians 4:32 NIV\n
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Sausage Gravy

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Notice I did not say IN the pool. There still has to be a whole lot of cleaning done before I get anything more than my hands in that water. We spent the biggest part of the day outside working, but only after I made Mr. FixIt’s new favorite…breakfast bowls.

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Air Fried Waffle Fries

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When I made these over the weekend, I forgot to take pictures of the steps involved. The first thing I did was pop the frozen waffle fries in the air fryer at 360° for 20 minutes. While they were in the air fryer, I mixed up the sausage gravy. I’ve been divvying up the canned sausage my cousin Tammy sent home with us last week. I’m telling you, that is the quickest way to make sausage gravy. The sausage is already cooked from the canning process, so all you have to do is scoop out your portion in a skillet, break it up, and set on medium heat. I add about 2Tbsp of Wondra flour. You can use all purpose, but Wondra is quick and doesn’t clump. I also added a about half a teaspoon of sausage seasoning and a few red pepper flakes. Stir together and add water as it cooks till you get the consistency you want.

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Add the Sausage Gravy

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When the sausage gravy is ready, set it on the back burner on very low heat. I fried a couple eggs over easy for each of us. When the potatoes were ready, I put them in the bottom of a bowl, spooned a ladle or two of gravy over them, and topped with the fried eggs. This is a stick to your ribs country breakfast that mimics what you can buy at many restaurants that serve breakfast, but at a fraction of the cost…and I know what is in it. We still have enough sausage to make the dish again over the weekend. That will be three breakfasts for two out of one quart of sausage.

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Top with a couple of fried eggs.

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Once breakfast was done and the dishes washed, we headed out to work on the pool. I did the vacuuming and Mr. FixIt kept back flushing the pump for me. There is so much gunk on the bottom that it needs back flushed about every five minutes. In between the flushes, Mr. FixIt trimmed more of the wild vegetation growing on the back fence. We had to work between rainstorms so we took a couple of breaks. At the end of the day, he added a gallon of algaecide to hopefully get a hand on the situation. We were just about finished when the frogs started calling. I know they won’t be interested in the pool once the chemicals go in. If I can catch them, I’ll take them down to the creek to relocate.

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Mr. FixIt is heading to town today for a couple of things so he’ll pick up the boards we need for the replacements on the deck. I have a FaceTime call scheduled in the late morning, then I’ll get to work on the curtains for the camper. I’ve read two of the three books I got for summer reading. I picked up a fourth book over at Seneca Rocks last week about plants to feed the bees. I joined the Xerces Society yesterday, and I found a couple of informative websites. I’ll write a post on that soon.

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Look! You can see my pollinator gardens from space!!!

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We are getting temps down in the 40’s here the next three nights! The cooler days make it much more pleasurable doing outdoor chores. As always…there’s never a dull moment here at Marshmallow Ranch!

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🌼🐝🌼

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“so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.”

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We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast before we broke camp and headed home. We didn’t have as many stops on the return trip so it went a little quicker…even with the road construction. The skies were partly cloudy so it wasn’t terribly hot but we still ran the A/C. I’m not crazy about air conditioning. I don’t mind the cool air, per se. I just don’t want it blowing right on me. 

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We got home about 4:30 or 5:00. As soon as I got the camper unhooked, I jumped on the tractor and got both big fields cut. I’ll have to get the rest done today, as well as a trip out to the farm to mow. This is the time of year when you can almost see the grass grow. It’s a lot of work to keep up with, but I’m thrilled to have tripled the pollinator space this spring. That cut out close to an acre of field.

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I love riding around the gardens holding my phone and grabbing pictures of the flowers. We have a lot of daisies growing right now and they look so sweet and summery. Just in time for June! There were lots of butterflies out there yesterday. I’ve seen a lot of bees this spring, but didn’t see many yesterday. I’ll keep my eye out for them. I try to mow when they aren’t real active so I don’t hurt them.

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I finished reading a book while we were camping. A Book of Life by Peter Kingsley. I’m not quite sure how to describe it. The author writes as though it’s the book talking to you and it was thought provoking. He writes about his quest to learn about the ancient Greeks and their teachings. I guess “esoteric” bests describes it. An interesting read, but the jury is still out. I may actually read it again and see if I understand it any better.

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My next read has been Kasher in the Rye by Moshe Kasher. It is a memoir written by a comedian who had a difficult upbringing. He was born to deaf Jewish parents. When they divorce, he and his brother lived in abject poverty in the ‘hoods of Oakland. He didn’t fit in anywhere and ended up with the only kids who would accept him…a really rough crowd. I’m still reading that, as well as 100 Plants to Feed the Bees by The Xerces Society. I barely touched my needlework while we were gone. It’s just not my summer thing…too busy.

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Right now, as I’m writing this, it’s 9:00pm and I’m sitting in the camper watching the lightning bugs beginning their evening dance along the hedgerow. The fans are blowing. The sweet scent of honeysuckle wafts in the open windows. I’m sipping my very late second cuppa RYZE. 

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Life is goodly, indeed!

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🌸🩵🌸

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“It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth; you made both summer and winter.”

\nPsalms 74:17 NIV\n
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I celebrated Mother’s Day in quite the organic way. Sleeping in the camper and waking up to the beautiful sounds of songbirds all around me was a lovely way to wake up. Mr. FixIt texting me a tender Mother’s Day greeting. Fixing a lovely breakfast of Popcorn Pancakes, turkey sausage and eggs. And a pot of decaf coffee! Going off coffee completely a couple years ago was healing to my body. I’ve replaced it with RYZE Mushroom Coffee, but I’ve still missed the occasional cuppa. Decaf has saved the day by allowing me coffee without all that buzz and acid.

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Not too long after breakfast, I told Mr. FixIt I wanted to go out and mow. He said, “Awwww, honey…you don’t need to do that.” Meaning, I didn’t need to spend Mother’s Day mowing as if it was just any other day. I smiled and said, “It’s not work…it’s meditation time!” It was a beautiful day. I started receiving messages from all my peeps to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day. Yet, it was getting along in the evening after supper and I still hadn’t heard from my girls.

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The old me would have jumped on the hamster wheel that is my brain and start imagining that they don’t love me. I would have ruminated on every minor and major mistake I ever made in parenting and concluded I was a failure at being a mom. This is what happens when you are the child of an alcoholic and suffer from childhood trauma and PTSD. Lots of therapy and personal growth has changed how I view things, how I deal with disappointments, how I live my life. It’s a much better landscape in my head these days. Once I let go of all expectations of how other people treat me or think about me or DON’T think about me…I became free to just accept the love that comes my way and give the love I have to others while keeping a generous portion for my “self”. 

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Then, lo and behold…I went out to gaze at my pollinator gardens and get some more pictures when Daughter #1 called. We had a long, lovely conversation and, this strong woman I raised (who keeps her cards close to her vest) told me she loved me. Within the hour, Daughter #2 called with the same message. I was barely off the phone when Daughter #3, my bonus WV daughter called and that made three! My daughter-in-law checked in first thing in the morning. My bonus son is a guy so, you know…it’s different with guys.

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Actually, Mr. FixIt Jr. did something for me this weekend. He was so impressed by my photos of the Northern Lights that he submitted them to the local TV station and they ran with the feature story about sightings. That was pretty cool! You can see it here: https://www.wtap.com/2024/05/12/northern-lights-reached-mid-ohio-valley-friday-night/

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Overall, it was probably my best Mother’s Day in a long time and for that I am most grateful. Allowing life to unfold as it will makes it so much sweeter. 

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🌸☀️🌸

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“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”

\nProverbs 22:6 NIV\n
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When I was looking through a box the other day, I came across this gem. The Glenwood Post did a full page feature on my pie baking prowess as an incentive to get people to sign up for one of my classes. Valley View Hospital Auxiliary holds “Pie Days” during the annual Strawberry Days festival over Father’s Day weekend. Participation had lagged a bit, so they asked if I would hold a class after hours in the hospital kitchen.

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I was thrilled to do so, but I neglected to do a trial run first so I could get to know the oven. I had no idea all of the ovens were convection, which makes sense when you are cooking high volume on a time crunch. Great for multiple large pans of lasagna. Not so great for a delicate pie crust. If you look closely at the bottom left photo, you’ll see the edges are pretty toasty. But we muddled through it. I think that was a coconut cream pie, but I wouldn’t swear to it. That was a long, long time ago.

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I’ve often thought of entering something in the local County Fair, but it’s always the first week of August and that’s right when we return from Colorado. I’ll put it on my calendar next year to try to schedule the Colorado trip a little earlier. It’s been a long time since I entered things in a fair. I can remember hauling stuff out there and sitting all day in the heat as we watched the judging. At that time, all I entered were preserved jars of food and baked goods. I wasn’t a very accomplished knitter at that time. It would be fun to enter some things. Not that I don’t have enough things on my plate, right? lol

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Knitting group was fun as usual. I cross-stitched on the sampler and knitted a little. I took my knitting in to town with me to work on the socks while I was waiting for the dermatologist to see me. I had melanoma in 2005 so I get checked every year. She was pleased nothing was abnormal and thrilled with my healthy lifestyle changes. She had a 4th year medical student shadowing her this time. I never mind having a student, intern, or resident tag along in my exams. They have to learn somewhere and I enjoy talking with them.

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When I was done, Mr. FixIt was just about finished with his appointment. We met at my favorite Mexican restaurant. I was craving chips and salsa. I don’t like to buy them and have them sitting around the house. It reduces the temptation. The menu was massive and I had to read for quite a while before I settled on something I could eat. I selected fish tacos with a red cabbage jalapeño slaw and a spicy creamy sauce to dip them in. Much less calories than say, chimichangas or burritos. 

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My weight loss journey is more about making selections that have less caloric density. Selecting the fish tacos with the cabbage on them makes a lot more sense than the ground beef variety loaded with cheese, sour cream, beans and guacamole. That way, I can eat out and really enjoy the meal without paying for it on the scale later. 

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It was really hot yesterday. It was in the 80’s. A few scattered showers rolled through, but not enough to cause any problems. I exchanged the capris I bought at Sam’s Club for a smaller size before my appointment. Yay, me! I went to the restaurant and met Mr. FixIt, then he headed right home from the restaurant to dig out the ditch by the creek. I wandered around Kohl’s for a little bit then headed home myself.

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Today is a trip to town to get the oil changed on my truck and rotate the tires. I need to find a place to get the transmission flushed, too. I’d also like to look at a couple of tires for the camper before we leave for the beach next week. The nice thing about these tires is, they’re pretty small and don’t cost an arm and a leg. Not like the truck tires. Wowza…they’re spendy!

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Well, that’s about all the news that’s fit to print! I’ll check in tomorrow and let you know what I got into today! I do hope you’re getting out and enjoying nature. I hope you’ll be enjoying beautiful weather soon!

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🌷

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”Like a muddied spring or a polluted well are the righteous who give way to the wicked.“

\nProverbs 25:26 NIV\n
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#Spring, #Rain, #Travel

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Shark Slippers!

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I’ve had such a great time this week with Gail and Janine! Janine had to leave yesterday morning to try to get home before the big rains hit. She made it just in time! It’s been raining here in East Palestine since around 5:00 last night. 

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I got a lot accomplished while I was here. I knitted about two inches on Sue’s second sock. I finished knitting and felting this beautiful hat from wool that Gail spun. And I got the first shark slipper finished for our dear friend, Lesa.  

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The Finished Hat

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We ate lots of yummy foods and I’m happy to report the scale did NOT go up! Our friend Jan came yesterday morning with Baked Oatmeal and Fruit Salad. I fixed grits, as well. The girls loved them. I didn’t realize we were actually supposed to go to Jan’s farm for breakfast! Somehow our wires got crossed, but we’ll definitely have to go out there next time.

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Gail sat with her spinning wheel last night while I worked some more on Sue’s socks. The house was so quiet after our friends were gone. Gail and I are good about working side by side. We don’t have to have a lot of conversation. We just know each other so well and we’re comfortable in our silent fellowship.

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Apple Crisp

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I can hardly wait to get home to see Mr. FixIt! And he’s just as anxious to have me back! He worked on cutting up the trees he felled last week. I’m sure he’ll be happy to have some help at Marshmallow Ranch!

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I was saddened to hear of Kate Middleton’s report of cancer. It must be incredibly difficult to live in the limelight and have every move scrutinized. I truly hope people will back off and leave them alone now…give them some privacy and let the family deal with this in their own way. 

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Let’s all be good humans and lead by example.

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🌷

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”and to make it your ambition to lead a quiet life: You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody.“

\n1 Thessalonians 4:11-12 NIV\n
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My grandmother was fifty-six years old when I was born. My grandma was only forty-eight. Yet…they seemed ancient to me when I was a little girl. Their hair was gray and their skin was soft with wrinkles. Blue veins traced rivers on the backs of their hands and brown “liver spots” dotted their arms. They were magical beings with vast knowledge of such things as the perfect chicken and dumplings and soothing slices of jelly bread. They kissed away booboos and loved me unconditionally…my grandma most of all. 

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I was standing in front of the mirror at The Farm yesterday morning, brushing my own grey hair and pinning it up in a bun just as Grandma had always done. I never knew her to have short hair. As far as I know, she had never cut it or gone to a beauty shop. And she never had bangs. I’ve been letting my bangs grow out. I trimmed them myself through the pandemic so I just kept doing it. Then I waited a little too long and was afraid I’d botch it up. Not wanting to go to the hairdresser, I decided to let them grow out to see if I like them. I don’t NOT like them. I wore my hair swept back when I was growing up. My bangs are getting long enough to sweep them back when I pin my hair up, as long as the bun is high on my head. The jury is still out. I think I notice my face more and maybe that’s not a bad thing. I don’t feel the need to hide anymore and this is a little liberating.

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That’s me in the center of the photo with my uncle and cousins going for a ride in the old Model A truck.

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My Noom lesson yesterday was on self confidence and giving yourself compliments. We are quick to compliment others, yet we are so hard on ourselves. My exercise for the day was to stand in front of the mirror and give myself a believable compliment…out loud. I stepped closer to the mirror and looked at myself critically. I’ve always had a distinct widow’s peak and that’s why I’ve worn bangs. I was self conscious of the receding hairline on either side of my face. I finished brushing my hair back and said to the girl with the grandmother face who was smiling at me.

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“You have a kind face. Your eyes crinkle with your laughter and twinkle with happiness. Every line on your beautiful face reminds you of the multitude of smiles you’ve given over the seventy years your presence has been known here. You are exactly as you were meant to be and exactly where you belong!”

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I gave myself a big hug and you know what? I felt better! Why are women so hard on themselves…and on each other? We should be celebrated for the glorious and powerful creatures we are! We should be lifting each other up at every turn and encouraging each other with positivity, love, and grace. I used to be so threatened by other women. And now? No way! I am past all that. I am of the mind that if another doesn’t like me or accept me as I am, they are not deserving of my time and energy and I release myself from the burden of bearing the weight of something that is no longer mine to carry.

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I took this picture because, honestly…I don’t see that angle of myself. I wanted to see what the roadmap of wrinkles on my cheeks were up to. When I looked, I smiled. I’m not sad to have my grandmother’s face or my grandma’s long hair swept back in a bun. I’m honored to be counted among the crones. 

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I am the matriarch now.

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”Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.“

\nProverbs 31:30-31 NIV\n
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#Matriarch, #Aging, #PositiveAging, #InternationalWomensDay

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When you knit on a circular knitting machine, it’s a whole different ballgame than traditional needle work. You cast on stitches, you turn a crank and watch each of 48 needles rise, grab the arm, and take it down into the stitch. A hundred things can go wrong. The yarn has to be just right…smooth, but not too smooth. Thick, but not too thick. Even then the yarn may split or a stitch may drop. There’s a big learning curve but once you get the technique down, it can make beautiful things.

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You can’t place too much tension on the yarn, so you have to pull several lengths of yarn off of the ball and let it pool on the floor at your feet. My carpet is clean, but I still don’t like the idea of putting the yarn on the floor that’s going to be used by another person. So I’ve been trying to come up with something that would hold the yarn up off the floor and eliminate the tension issue. I’ve seen a yarn ball holder that consists of a spindle that allows the the ball to spin freely. I found one on Amazon and ordered it. 

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When the package arrived and I began to open the package, I read the bottom of the box. “Made in Ukraine.” My breath caught in my chest. Then it ached. I ran my finger over the smooth curve of the wood and thought, “Who made this?  When? Are you ok? Are you safe? Or….” It just made my heart hurt, but I loved that I could send some money their way and I’ll cherish the yarn spinner and pray for Ukraine while I use it.

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Today is Mr. FixIt’s birthday. Our son called yesterday morning and wanted to take his dad to Cabella’s. He was up for that and they had a wonderful time. He got a pair of heated gloves for his birthday…something he’s wanted for a very long time. While he was gone, I wove the strips together for the baby blanket I’ve been working on and started crocheting the border on it. 

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It was a beautiful day and today we’ll be celebrating my husband’s 72nd trip around the sun. I think I’ll make lamb chops for supper and baked apples for dessert! I am so grateful for his presence in my life and the world is a better place with him in it. 

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”a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.“

\nEcclesiastes 3:8 ESV\n
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Mr. FixIt and I enjoyed a quiet day yesterday. I fixed my favorite breakfast…grits and eggs. We watch a few episodes of Bull then I went downstairs to play in my studio. I knitted up the pieces for a little teddy bear that I’ll piece together today at knitting group. He substituted on the bowling team last night so I had a quiet evening in front of the “fire.” I turned on a video of a crackling fireplace, made a nice cup of Massala Chai, and settled into the Big Red Chair. I was in hog heaven!

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It’s hard to believe this is the last week of January! We don’t have a lot on our schedule right now. An appointment in town today after knitting group. Mr. FixIt’s birthday is Thursday. I keep looking for a time on the calendar when I’m free enough to spend a few days at The Farm. Maybe I can get away this weekend for a couple of days. We’ll see.

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I purchased an Echo Show for my brother. It arrived this week and my friend Alice will be setting it up for him next weekend. I talked to him last night and told him we would be able to video chat soon and his main concern was making sure we had clothes on when we call. I reassured him and told him we don’t just drop in on each other. It’s sort of like a phone call…you don’t have to pick up. You just don’t answer if you aren’t presentable. He’s learned so much in the last twenty years since Mom died, but he has trouble comprehending some things.

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I am so grateful God brought him to this place in Colorado. For those of you who may not remember, my brother has cerebral palsy and had always lived at home with Mom. When she died after a brief illness in 2004, he wanted to come to Colorado to live near me. I went to the agency to enroll him for the residential program only to be told there was a ten year waiting list. I was not a Christian at that point, yet I prayed if this was His will, would He please intervene and get him accepted. Three days later, I received a phone call saying my brother had been approved for emergency funding since his primary caregiver had died. They said that wasn’t unusual…you just fill out a form and they approve it. However, they also had an unexpected opening in one of the houses which was highly unusual. But, here’s where it got really interesting…they called everyone on the ten year waiting list and no one could move in by the end of the month. So, if I could get him there…the spot was his! I was dumbfounded and that was the beginning of my search for a relationship with Jesus.

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God is so good to us…all the time!

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”And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.“

\nPhilippians 4:19 ESV\n
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I was up super early yesterday because I needed to bake two pies, start a pot of chili, and get a pork roast in the open and have it all ready by 1:00 in the afternoon. The kids came early and I was happily sitting in the Big Red Chair working on the market bag I’m crocheting when they walked in the door. We visited for about half an hour and then the pork roast was ready to come out of the oven.

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The conversation flowed easily. The food was perfect. The gifts were well received. We asked the kids for an experience instead of gifts. We’ll get together soon for that. It was a delightful day. Everyone left before dark and we settled in for a quiet evening together. We discovered a show that’s been on for a few years called Bull. It’s a series about a psychologist who studies juries and how to choose the perfect jurors.

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This fascinates me because my younger daughter was on the Mock Trial Team in high school. They repeatedly placed in the state levels of competition and it was fascinating to watch the process play out. The actor who plays Bull is the same guy that played Tony DiNozzo on NCIS…a character I really like. Bull is a well thought out program that’s entertaining and exercises the mind…traits I appreciate in a show. 

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I know I am always telling you how much I hate television. Overall, that’s true. But I do like a show that makes you think, that isn’t aggressively violent, and has likable and relatable characters. Most of the time when I’m sitting in the Big Red Chair…writing, knitting, crocheting…I have my headphones on listening to soft spa music or campfires or rainstorms. True confession….I’m a selective television watcher. I don’t like to waste time when I could be doing something more constructive…but an occasional guilty pleasure never hurt anyone. And it’s calorie free!

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Speaking of calorie free…I baked two pies yesterday. An apple, and a peach. I used some apple pie filling from Amish Country and my home canned peaches. I purposefully kept the sugar content down to shave some calories, but I can guarantee you they were NOT lo-cal! I made crust from scratch and it was so tender and flaky. If I could pinpoint anything, I’d say I didn’t put quite enough salt in the pie dough. 

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As I’m sitting here writing this, and thinking of those two pies in there…I can hear them calling to me. I did have a slice of the peach pie in the afternoon. I don’t need to eat another piece. It will not taste a bit better than the first piece. Overindulgence is a slippery slope when you have issues with food as I’ve had in the past. Part of the Noom program is looking at the psychology behind the choices we make around food. It’s not about restrictions. It’s about freedom..freedom to choose. Freedom to be able to make missteps without the negative self-talk. “I ate that big piece of pie. I might as well admit it…I’ll never lose this weight. I have no self control.” These thought distortions are untrue and do not serve me. So, what am I going to do? I’m going to have my usual evening snack of yogurt and granola with blueberries.

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And today is a brand new day!!!

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🩵

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”How much better to get wisdom than gold! To get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver.“

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Midday Moon

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The skies were clear during the night so it was bitter cold and didn’t warm up during the day. Still, yesterday was incredibly beautiful. The sky was a perfect bluebird blue without a cloud in sight. Of course, that means it was going to get really cold again during the night. It’s definitely been a soup week here at Marshmallow Ranch. Yesterday I made a pot of Cheesy Broccoli and Ham soup and it was SO good!. Mr. FixIt went to the bowling alley last night and on the way home, he stopped to get eggs. He brought home stuff to make tacos today, which sounds great to me.

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I worked on my projects while Mr. FixIt was gone, but truth be told I spent most of the evening watching YouTube videos. I looked at a couple of knitting videos then one of Miss Brenda Gantt’s videos came up. She was making Head Cheese or Souse Meat. Her daughter was at the grocery store where they were selling hog’s heads so she bought one for her mom. Being from Andalusia, Alabama…Miss Brenda is no stranger to southern delicacies such as souse. The only thing is, she had never made it before. Bless her heart…it took her three days from purchase to product and she swore she would never do it again. But, at least she can say she did it once.

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That is much like some of my escapades. Remember the great tamale fiasco? Or the bone broth? I’m sure there are many other recipes I’ve attempted, but I can guarantee you…I’ll never try to make tamales or bone broth again. As is my wont, I had to check out how other people made souse and I stumbled upon a video of a woman making it and honestly…I couldn’t get through the sounds of the process. So…There went my evening. But I needed a night of vegging out and I took it.

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I’m hoping our knitting group will meet today. I’ve got several projects to take with me. Next up…TACOS!

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❄️🩵❄️

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”And on the seventh day God finished his work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all his work that he had done.“

\nGenesis 2:2 ESV\n
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I awoke yesterday morning to a beautiful winter landscape. We had the kind of snow that frosts every little twig and makes the world look magical. It was nice knowing we didn't have anyplace to go so we could just stay in and enjoy the view. I fixed my favorite breakfast…grits and eggs…and headed down to the studio. I wanted to get some more mittens knitted up so I could sit in the Big Red Chair and do the handwork. 

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While I was downstairs, I could hear the snowblower as Mr. FixIt cleared the sidewalks. It continued to snow off and on throughout the day and covered the sidewalk again with a light dusting. We were scheduled to have more snow so who knows what we’ll wake up to this morning?

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I worked on a baby afghan during the week, and I wasn’t happy with the way it was turning out, so I ripped it out and started over. I decided to make the strips wider so I used the 48-needle machine and liked it much better. Then I cranked out a pair of rose-colored mittens in a wool/acrylic blend that the machine loves. I got one mitten finished before it was time to write my post.

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I really don’t mind the snow…especially if I don’t have to go anywhere in it. The house is toasty warm, but sometimes my hands get cold while I’m working so I put on the pretty fingerless gloves that my friend Gail knitted for me. She spun the yarn from alpaca and wool and they really help.I can knit with them on or type. The extra warmth helps with arthritis pain, too.

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The evening was topped off with watching Big’s swim meet from clear across the country. Here, she wins her first heat!!! What a treat this is…the icing on the cake of a perfect day!!!

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❄️🩵❄️

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”He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes.“

\nPsalm 147:16 ESV\n
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Look what showed up on my computer when I opened it yesterday!

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I worked all day on the FB page, adding photos to the names on the list. Mr. FixIt went to town to run some errands and take our daughter out for breakfast and left me with a quiet house. I made my “coffee” and settled in the Big Red Chair with my lap desk and computer. I asked Echo to play the Spa Station and settled in to work. I didn’t look up till 4:00 and Mr. FixIt came home.

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That was perfectly fine. We run around with our hair on fire all summer. There’s a reason God created winter. It’s our reward for all the work we did the rest of the year. It’s our time to rest. And, daddies need to spend time with their girls…even when they’re all grown up. He gets to do a lot of things alone with our son, but he hasn’t had as much of an opportunity with our daughter. It was a really good day for them as well.

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I checked in with my brother this week and he sounded great. They’ll be doing some more tests to see what is going on, but he was feeling much better. The other prayers were for someone special and she is home now from having surgery. It doesn’t look like cancer and she is on her way to a full recovery. So, we are breathing a sigh of relief this weekend.

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A day of softness was most welcome. As I copied photos from an online yearbook to paste into the list document, memories wash over me. All these people, all these familiar faces brought back such feelings of love. I didn’t necessarily have the happiest of childhoods in some ways. I was bullied in school by some people because I was a quirky kid. Yet, as I poured over the pages of smiling kids, all I could feel was love…and pride that I went to such a wonderful school.

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Things change with time and not always for the better. Our high school was always a source of pride for our class. It was instilled in us as we sang the Alma Mater under the Friday Night Lights. We walked through the hallowed halls of this gorgeous building and everywhere we turned, there were reminders of students’ achievements. I don’t hear great things about the school now, but that may be the norm anymore. It’s been a long time since I had a child in school and my grands aren’t necessarily forthcoming in discussing the ins and outs of school. You know how kids are…they get to that geeky teen age and it’s hard to get more than a sentence out of them sometimes.

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It will take me a few more days to get this done, but I’m determined to stick with it. And it’s the perfect week to do it with the weather changing in the coming days. I’m tickled to death to stay right here in our little nest.

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❄️

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”And we are writing these things so that our joy may be complete.“

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I woke up yesterday to my alarm that tells me when to put in my eye drops…long after I usually get up. I’ve been sleeping so soundly the last few months. I’ve never slept like this in my life and I attribute it to a combination of healthy eating, weight loss, and the mushroom coffee I’ve been drinking for the last nine months. I feel so good and when you sleep soundly, everything is in harmony.

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You know, I told you I wasn’t going to town again this year? Yeah, well that lasted till yesterday! Mr. FixIt had a prescription ready and I forgot to put blueberries on his list when he went to town on Wednesday. So I offered to buy him breakfast and then we could get the last things on the list and that would be it till after Christmas. (Crossing my fingers here!)

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We had a fun day together. A very late breakfast at Mary B’s set the stage. Their pancakes are pretty good. Not at good as Long Table’s Popcorn Pancakes, but still….pretty tasty! I treated myself to a little bacon with my pancakes and eggs. Hey, it’s Christmas, right? You can’t deny yourself the occasional indulgence.

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When we got home and I put things away, I headed to the studio to get some more gifts made. All the stockings for the West Virginia family are finished and filled. Hat and scarf sets are almost finished. The guys have hats and we’ll add to that at the after-Christmas sales. I want to make some quilted table runners so I’ll get to that today. Then I can sit down and just knit for fun!

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I always send my Colorado kids money, but I got gifts for the grands this year. I think they’ll love them! Kids get harder to buy for as they get older and money is always the perfect color and size! Next year, the Colorado peeps get handmade items like the WV family got this year. If you add the Colorado and West Virginia families together, we come up to 33 people! That’s a lot to make for every year. We’ve asked our kids to gift us experiences instead of stuff. We’d much rather have a dinner out with them than a tchotchke for the house or camper. We have everything we need. We need more time together. So that’s our wish…

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Time with family.

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”Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.“

\nPsalm 127:3 ESV\n
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God has taken care of us in ways we could never imagine. We went into the year with three vehicles, a leaky roof, and somewhere along the way the furnace died.  We’re going out with the money from the totaled car, a surprise warranty on the heat exchanger, and a guy that knocked on our door and asked if we needed someone to finish our roof. We had a pallet of shingles sitting at the end of the house for the last year, and he was just driving by.

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What a nice guy. He had a crew of helpers who worked so hard in this cold. While I’ve enjoyed the the warmth of my house, knitting hats. So, yesterday I decided these young men needed a nice warm hat. I had several hats made for gifts, so I tucked a little folding money in each one, and gave them each a hug. I made some comment like, “Call your mother, she worries.” One of them turned to me and said his mother had died in 2009. Then the next month, his father died, and the next month, his grandmother died, as well. Bless his heart. I wanted to adopt them and bake them cookies. 

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So, it may be slim pickin’s here for Christmas, but my heart is full and I have a boatload of yarn, and the time to knit it up! We had a wonderful meal seated at our dining room table. Our house is warm and clean. We have food in the pantry and freezer. We have to look for the silver linings of life and be grateful for what we have. 

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Today’s post is dedicated to my dear friend, Sparky. Gone two years now, but forever in my heart. Two separate people, on opposite ends of the country have told me she came to them and said, “Don’t you worry about me…I’m doing fine. You’ll come along one of these times. But don’t you hurry. Live your life! There’s live music up here!!!”

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You are deeply missed, Sparky.

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🎄

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”Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.“

\n1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 ESV\n
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We stopped at an art gallery and I saw this amazing nativity. I’ll share more photos tomorrow.

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Mr. FixIt and I needed to leave home by 10:30 so I could drop him off at his friend’s house and make it to lunch with my friends at 11:30. I fixed us a quick breakfast and we sat down to eat and have our coffee. The sun came out and we were thrilled the temperature was going up as it got down to 13° during the night. I took a sip of coffee and glanced over at the wall above Alexa and there was a ghostly apparition above it. I studied for a minute and finally realized the sun was reflecting off the window bird feeder. I couldn’t have had some fun with Mr. FixIt but I opted for adulting. lol

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I had so much fun meeting with my high school friends at lunch. We laughed and told stories and shared memories. I love to see us at this age. We’ve gone full circle. Most of us really only made friends as adults, but you’d never know it. For some reason, our class is really tight. We talked about how meaningful it is to know people now who may not have treated us well in high school. When we come to realize everyone suffered the angst of adolescence in different ways.  And the majority of them grow up and become pretty cool folks. 

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One of the gals told us she was at a class reunion and a group of gals came in who had heckled her in high school. She sat back and figured they would leave her alone. Instead, they all came over and asked her to go sit with them. She had heard one of them had breast cancer. She asked how the lady was doing. She said she was doing really well…great in fact. Then…she died three weeks later. She thanks God that she had the opportunity to rise above.

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The same thing happened to me. One of the girls who gave me all kinds of grief in gym class wanted to come to the next reunion. She had never attended and she felt nervous about it. I had connected with her on FB a few months before to encourage her to come. She told me she was afraid people wouldn’t like her because of the way she treated them in school. I assured her we had all grown, and if there were anyone still holding a grudge, it would be an excellent opportunity for her to mend some bridges. She showed up and folks welcomed her with open arms. And… a few weeks later, she died instantly of a heart attack. 

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Sometimes God gives us opportunities to resolve conflicts long before we are called to the Golden Gates. When we have the wisdom and maturity to step up and make things right, it’s good for our soul. When we can clear things off the slate, we not only get to talk to God about the bad thing, we get to talk about how we made it right. He knows, of course. But He wants to hear it from us.

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I hated to pull away from our conversation, but I needed to get Mr. FixIt to an appointment so I rushed off. When we were finished, we stopped at a little restaurant we neither one had been to. We had a lovely meal and when we got ready to leave, I couldn’t find my phone. Mr. FixIt couldn’t call it because he left his in the truck. The ladies in the next booth offered to call my phone so I could find it, which I did. I turned to you and said, “Well, now you have my number, you can find me anytime!” I stuck my hand out and said, “I’m Ginny McKinney!” She paused and looked at me a moment. “From Marshmallow Ranch?” OMGosh! This lady came to a talk I gave at her church seven years ago! It’s a small world, isn’t it?

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We went on and made a stop at the store, then headed home in the dark. It was a good day and I’ll be darned if I don’t have to go back in today for a follow up medical appointment of my own. It just seems to be a never-ending thing at this age. As much as I would love to stay home, I’m grateful to have the opportunity to see good doctors and have adequate healthcare. I’m grateful it’s nothing worse. I’m grateful no one is dropping bombs on us or stealing our neighbors away at gunpoint or killing our children. We are so incredibly blessed to live in this country and we all need to start acting like it. 

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So go out there today and do something good for your neighbor. Mend your fences where you can. And bless ‘em where you can’t. Life is too short to hold onto anger and resentment. It’s the poison you take hoping it hurts the other guy. 

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God bless you all today. I love y’all!

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🎄

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“And the Lord spoke to Moses, saying, “Speak to the people of Israel, When a man or woman commits any of the sins that people commit by breaking faith with the Lord, and that person realizes his guilt, he shall confess his sin that he has committed. And he shall make full restitution for his wrong, adding a fifth to it and giving it to him to whom he did the wrong. But if the man has no next of kin to whom restitution may be made for the wrong, the restitution for wrong shall go to the Lord for the priest, in addition to the ram of atonement with which atonement is made for him.”

\nNumbers 5:5-8 ESV\n
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Christmas Words… this tree of words reminds us of what we should all focus on this season of goodwill.

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Our first trip out to see the lights this season.

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There are a few traditions that we simply must follow or it doesn’t seem like Christmas. For me, watching White Christmas while I decorated the tree is non-negotiable. For Mr. FixIt, it’s driving around to see the Christmas Lights around town. We’ll go several times in the coming weeks… first one area, then another. He took me to Oglebay Park for our first Christmas together. They have an amazing light display. I’d love to go to the Biltmore during Christmas some day. It’s pretty pricey, but it’s something to save up for.

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We had a lovely day yesterday… Popcorn Pancakes for breakfast, leftover turkey sandwiches for supper, and lots of football in between. Around 5:00, Mr. FixIt asked me if I wanted him to run over to the Piggly Wiggly to get some more Brussels Sprouts. I didn’t imagine they would have what I wanted so I asked if he would mind going to Sam’s with me. Here it was…Black Friday and I was voluntarily going to town to shop. I must be crazy. 

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Surprisingly, Sam’s was not crowded at all. We got in and out relatively quickly. They have the best Brussels sprouts I’ve ever seen. They are big and very fresh. I make a great dish with bacon, nuts, and black balsamic glaze. I’ll do those in the morning and bake the apple pie this afternoon.

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I had an ulterior motive for going to town, though. My lifelong friend you all have been praying for has been in rehab for awhile. She had major back surgery a month ago and she’s working so hard to get stronger so she can get back to a normal life. Sharon and I have been besties since seventh grade when she and her family moved a few houses from me. We became inseparable. We stayed in touch off and on after graduation, then reconnected in the early ‘90s. She turned 70 years old on Thanksgiving and I really needed to go see her. She looked really good and I’m so glad we got to sit beside each other and hold hands and reminisce for awhile.

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Things like that remind me our time on this earth is so fleeting. I can still feel the wind in my face when Sharon and I rode our bikes down the big hill. I can still see the rain turning everything to a sea of mud when we went to church camp. And, here we are… at the other end. I’m not being defeatist… I’m being pragmatic. Hopefully we have lots of time to do great things and enjoy good health. So, I’m just going to go at it like I’ll live forever… with joie de vivre!

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🍁

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“And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.”

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I just want to take a moment to thank you all for supporting my shop this year. And to celebrate Small Business Saturday, I am holding my first sale this weekend! Use the code SMALL25 at checkout to get a 25% discount on all items in the shop till midnight Sunday or click here to go directly to the shop. 

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Yesterday didn’t go quite as planned. Some of the calls I wanted to make were to places that are bound to be closed until Monday, so I had my list on the desk. Mr. FixIt ordered up scrambled eggs, ham, and toast. Once that was done and the dishes were washed, I started into the office to get after my list. That’s when he asked me if I had called about his ring.

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During our first year together, they found something wrong with Mr. FixIt’s blood. They thought maybe he had some kind of leukemia and we started down the road of tests, tests, and more tests. I knew in the back of his mind, he was worried about a lot of things… not the least of which was how new our relationship was. I didn’t want one minute of his energy spent on worrying about whether I’d be there for the long haul. 

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I went to the mall one afternoon and happened to see a handsome men’s ring on sale. I decided that was the perfect way let him know I wasn’t going anywhere. I bought him the ring, and the night before his bone marrow biopsy, I gave it to him and looked him straight in the eye. 

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“I’m not going anywhere. You just focus on being well, ok?”

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Mr. FixIt was completely taken aback. His heart melted and I think his lower lip quivered a little. He wrapped his arms around me and thanked me profusely.

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That ring ended up as his wedding band. It’s two-toned gold with a row of channel-set diamonds. Somewhere along the way, he lost one of the diamonds and we had the ring repaired. I was glad I bought the lifetime warrantee. Well, when we got back from camping at the beach, he looked down and noticed a diamond missing again. This time there was a problem. 

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I couldn’t find the warranty.

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I looked in all the usual places. The lockbox at the bank. Our safe at home. In my jewelry box. Try as I might… I simply could not find it. The jewelry store I bought the ring from is no long in business here so I called their corporate office. I was hoping they could look up the warranty by my phone number or address. But everyone I called had no record of it. When Mr. FixIt asked me yesterday if I’d called on his ring, I knew I was going to have to try a different tactic.

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I needed to find that warranty and I needed God’s help.

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As I walked down the hallway, I said, “Lord, please help me find those papers! My sweetheart is missing his ring.” I walked into the back bedroom which is really just a repository for boxes of “stuff” and… I’m not kidding. I literally walked straight over to a white laundry basket, picked up the papers on the top, and… there was the warranty!!!

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I couldn’t believe it! I broke into a big smile and looked up. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

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I walked straight to the living room and held the papers up for Mr. FixIt to see.

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“You found them???”

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“No,” I said. “God did! He just led me to them!”

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I called the number on the papers, filed a claim, and in ten minutes I had the shipping label and the order form printed out. 

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“Ask and ye shall receive.” “Seek and ye shall find.” “Knock and it shall be opened unto you.”

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Ask, seek, and knock are action words. You must DO something. The same is turn about thanksgiving. It’s not just a day to eat turkey and watch football. It’s the day to give thank and GIVE is an action word.

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I’m giving thanks for many things today. I have a wonderful husband whom I love. I have a wonderful family that I am looking forward to visiting with via Skype today. I have a home with a furnace that’s working. I have good, healthy food to prepare today. I have friends, new and old. I have a God who helps me with the littlest things in life. And, I have you all to share my life with on a daily basis. I am so incredibly grateful for everything in my life.

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May you find yourself feeling God’s presence… today and every day. I love you all!

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Thank you!!!

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🍁🦃🍁

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“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.”

\nPsalms 107:1 NIV\n
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A hearty breakfast of grits, eggs, and turkey sausage is a great way to start the day on the right foot.

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I know we aren’t supposed to put up our Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving. But if you’ve been following me any length of time, you know I LOVE me some twinkle lights once the nights get longer. Mr. FixIt was kind enough to bring the decorations up from the basement yesterday afternoon and I started working on the tree while he was at the bowling alley last night.

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Look at my nice, clean living room!

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I have a long standing tradition that goes back to when Daughter #1 was a little girls. She loved what she called “singing and dancing movies” so we always watched White Christmas while we decorated the tree. I was really sad when I learned that Mr. FixIt isn’t crazy about that movie. See, his family owned the Palace Movie Theater in Parkersburg when he was a little boy and I’m sure he had to watch that movie every December at least seventy-five times. It’s just not his thing. If I can get the preliminaries out of the way when he’s not there, I can watch White Christmas. It really puts me in the mood for the holidays and we can finish decorating together.

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I have the tree up, the angel on top, and the lights on. The Santa’s are in place and the stockings are hung. I found a string of light that are battery powered so I have them on the wreath in the window. The battery operated candles are on the window sills. We have decided this is the last year for this tree. I think it might have gotten wet in the basement during one of the leaks we had because it smells musty. We also had an issue with the stove last year and there was black stuff all over it. It’s time to get a new one when they go on sale this year.

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You know, I don’t see anything wrong with decorating early if it brings joy to your life. These days are hard enough without trying to live up to the expectations of others. We have to look for joy wherever we can find it and if that means you have a Christmas tree up from November through February… or all year round for that matter… then I say go for it! Life’s too short.

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I have three more holiday designs posted in the shop and I think that’s about all the Christmas things I’ll do. I don’t want people to wait too late to order items for gifting and then not get them in time. I’ll probably turn off the holiday items about the middle of December.

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I had the perfect weekend. I had coffee with my high school friends on Saturday. I FaceTimed with both of my girls on Sunday! And, I have knitting group this morning so I’m looking forward to visiting with my new friends. Life is good and busy now and I’m feeling so grateful.

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🦃

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“Rejoice always,”

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This Christmas Cow is SO cute! She’s all dressed up in her holiday finery and wishing you a “Mooooy Christmas.” This design features additional printing on the sleeve.

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I don’t take off and go to town by myself as much as I used to. So, when I had a coffee scheduled with my gal-pals from high school, I took advantage of the occasion and made a day of it. There were eight of us at coffee and it was so good to get to see each one of them. We missed the ones who couldn’t be with us, but a good time was had by all who attended.

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We used to meet at the Blennerhassett Hotel in downtown Parkersburg, but the hotel went through a major renovation a couple of years ago and the space we used to meet in was converted to more tables for the restaurant. It’s a real shame because I so love that historic hotel. The ambience is rich and decadent and makes you feel like Queen for the Day.

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Instead, we gather in the meeting room of a local coffee shop. The room is a glassed in sunroom with a table that easily seats twelve. That is usually plenty of room for us, even though the menu is a tad pricey. I had a Steamer, which is nothing more than the steamed milk of your choice. I only drink almond milk now but for some reason, I decided to try soy. I really didn’t like it. And at $5, I think I’ll just order hot water next time. Or, maybe we’ll find another place for variety.

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We always find someone in the shop to take a group photo before people start leaving. Once the photo was taken, we started saying out goodbyes. Some of the gals decided to go over to “The Blenny” to see the trees on display so I tagged along. Different companies sponsor trees and the talents of the Mid Ohio Valley come out in a big way. Then, after the trees have been up for a couple of weeks, they are auctioned off for charity. I really enjoyed going with Sue and Brenda and Emily.

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Once we parted ways, I headed out to do a little shopping. We won’t be having the family Thanksgiving at our house this year. Our family Thanksgiving dinner will be at the Former Mrs. FixIt’s house on Sunday. One can’t have enough turkey at this time of year, and Mr. FixIt LOVES his turkey. I went to Sam’s and they didn’t have fresh turkeys. I’ve always had good luck with the turkeys at Walmart so I bought a little ten pound bird and some of the trimmings. That will satisfy my sweetheart and we’ll have plenty of leftovers.

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One of the things I always get at Sam’s is their ground turkey. I love to make my own turkey sausage with it. I mix two pounds of the ground turkey and add the sausage seasoning I buy at the Pig. I don’t think I added quite enough last time so I’m hoping this time it will be a little spicier. I fry the patties till they are almost done, then I package them with my vacuum Food Saver in servings of two and freeze them. Then, when I’m ready to make a hearty breakfast, all I have to do is pop the frozen packet in hot water and boil them. That finishes cooking the patties and they’re ready in about fifteen or twenty minutes.

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We’ll watch church online this morning, then enjoy each other’s company and watch football. I can knit and relax before the busyness of the week takes over. I hope your holiday plans include some self-care, too. You deserve it!

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““Six days shall work be done, but on the seventh day is a Sabbath of solemn rest, a holy convocation. You shall do no work. It is a Sabbath to the Lord in all your dwelling places.”

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Remember the photo I showed you last week…well, the living room is ready to be decorated for the holidays now! Whew…it took me forever!

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I’m telling you, having my living space messy and disorganized drives me buggy. However, having ADHD and being somewhere on the autism spectrum keeps me from keeping it neat and tidy. When it’s out of control, it’s completely overwhelming and it’s hard to even know where to start. Once I get a “wild hair” and get into it, I can get it done. It may take me three times longer than most people, but when Mr. FixIt came home from town yesterday to a clean and peaceful house, I could see the tension of the day melt off of him, too.

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My Big Red Chair is inviting me in for a day of knitting!

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One thing I do to keep me on task and soothe my runaway brain while I work is to put on soft, soothing music. I just ask Echo to play the Spa Channel and those beautiful sounds bring calm to my world and settles my hyper brain right down. That allows me to move rhythmically from one chore to the next and eventually it all gets done. I told Mr. FixIt that the front half of the house is clean now. He just needs to go through his side of the coat closet, and I need to work on the office. One room at a time and we ought to be in good shape by the holidays.

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A recent purchase sits on Mr. FixIt’s antique piano stool. I bought the birdhouse at Lonnie’s store in East Palestine this fall knowing it would look pretty by the back door.

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I didn’t have anything set out for supper so I looked in the freezer. I had the last two of those turkey burgers I made and froze last month. I asked him if that was good. He said yes, but he wanted French fries. So, he ran over to the Piggly Wiggly and bought a bag of frozen crinkle cut fries and I put them in the air fryer. I don’t used that appliance nearly as much as I should, but it’s the only way to make fries and they don’t break my diet.

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I also bought a primitive wire hat rack at Lonnie’s. I have my PopPop’s hat on display above his old lunch pail that sits beside Grandma’s church registry photo.

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It’s really nice to finish the day with a sense of satisfaction. A job well done boosts your self-esteem. I’m going to take today off and just enjoy my work. I want to pick up my knitting and have a calm and peaceful day. Mr. FixIt has been in town every day this week and he’s looking forward to not going anywhere, either. I wanted to thank you all for your kind words about the cooking video I posted. It’s made me think about others that I can do and maybe open up a whole new window into the world here at Marshmallow Ranch. 

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A cozy corner over by the big windows.

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Happy Friday, everyone! What are YOU doing for yourself to feel good today?

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“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.”

\nProverbs 16:3 ESV\n
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Better be Good…Santa’s Watching! Simply stated design speaks for itself!

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I packed and cleaned up at The Farm before I could fritter away too much time. Mr. FixIt had an appointment in town at 1:00 and he needed the truck. We’re kinda down to one vehicle at the moment. There are a few things we have to do to his before we can use it again. I got home about 20 minutes before he had to leave. He looks even better than he did when I left on Tuesday, which did my heart good. He has his sparkle back in his eyes. He still gets tired pretty easy, but he’s SO much better!

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The Former Mrs. FixIt, our daughter, and our great granddaughter dropped in on Mr. FixIt on Thursday. They had been out in the country to the burial service for one of Little Bit’s great grandmothers on the paternal side. They didn’t come in a sit because they were in a hurry to get back to town, but Little Bit needed to use the potty so they stopped in. When they came back out, she looked up and studied Mr. FIxIt.

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“Papaw,” she said. “Your house is a wreck!!!”

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Mr. FixIt laughed and said, “Well, that’s all the stuff we took out of the camper when we were done camping for the year.” 

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“Well, you’d better go put that stuff back in the camper!”

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She’s not wrong. She has never been in this house when it was in disarray. I can’t stand it when it gets like this. It doesn’t happen often, but we just haven’t had the time to stop and clean everything up. We hit the ground running as soon as we got back from the beach. Then Mr. FixIt got Covid. And things came to a standstill. I took a before photo, because I rarely do that. I don’t like to admit I’m not a neat and tidy internet superstar with nothing left out of place, because I’m not. I’m just gal who loves the outdoors more than cleaning the house. And sometimes that shows!

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As soon as he left for his appointment in town, I got to work. I went through both big trunks of camping stuff. I took the food items and put them away in the pantry. I wiped down and tidied up the rest of it getting all of the utensils, kitchen tools, and trailer goods in one trunk to wait for next camping season. The other trunk is ready for food goods.

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My next project was to tackle the huge tote of yarn that my friend Steve brought out to me a couple of months ago. It was all of his late wife’s yarn and crochet projects and, if I didn’t have two other tubs of yarn, I might have kept it. All of her yarn was acrylic and I usually just knit with natural fibers. I went through it, untangling a mess of yarn and winding the different colors in balls. I picked out what I thought I would use, and now I have two big bags of yarn to take over to the Former Mrs. FixIt’s next week for her to browse. What she doesn’t want will go on over to our daughter’s house. And if she doesn’t want it, she can pay it forward someplace else like a senior center. I can guarantee it’s not going to be wasted.

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When Mr. FixIt got home, he was starving so I made Chicken Parmesan again. I tried moving it from the iron skillet to a covered baking dish and I didn’t like it nearly as well. The coating was not crispy at all like it had been in the iron skillet. To keep the sauce from picking up a bitter metallic taste, I’ll bake it in the iron skillet and heat the sauce up separately. Then I can serve the chicken on a bed of pasta and pour the sauce over all. It was still good. It’s just the texture that didn’t cut it for me.

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I’ll hit the family room this morning and see if I can get it in good shape. I want to put up the tree next week. I did hang up one decoration. When my new friend Lonnie closed her little antique mall in East Palestine this fall, she was so distraught. Her home is unlivable because it’s so close to where the train derailed. They ended up buying another house some distance away where they will feel safer… away from the trains. I went into her shop on a nudge. I met her before and I just loved talking to her. But this day, the Holy. Spirit moved me to go in and check on her. We ended up sitting on small stools behind the counter… our knees touching, clapping hands together and I prayed fervently for her to find her way through this and for the Lord to bring her peace with this decision. We prayed for quite some time and eventually her tears lessoned and she breathed a big sigh. 

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Another customer came in so I browsed around the shop and bought a boatload of things that I love. I admired a wreath she had made. She said when things come into her shop that are special, but not necessarily sellable, she sticks them in a box for inspirations later. Then when the box is full, she makes something with them. She made a gorgeous wreath for her Mom with the best of the trinkets. Then she made this one. She decided not to take it with her when she moves, so she put a price on it and put it in the shop.

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I already had so many things by the time I saw the wreath, I just decided it wasn’t going to come home with me because I just couldn’t justify spending that much more and I really didn’t want to put the treasures back that I had picked out. When it was time to pay for my purchases, I had to take several trips to the truck. When I came in the last time, she handed me a big Christmas wrapped package. 

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“Here. I really want you to have this. Your visit today has helped me so much, you have no idea. I want you to decorate with this and think of me every year when you hang it up. I hugged her again, thanked her profusely, and walked out with this stunning Christmas wreath that I will treasure for the rest of my born days. I was Lonnie’s God Appointment that day, and it turns out… she was mine.

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“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”

\nGalatians 6:9 ESV\n
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This little Santa and Elf are just too cute to not post again!

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I spent most of the day at the computer instead of knitting. As my friend Janine reminds me, I can knit at the book signings. This stuff isn’t going to write itself. The rough draft is just that. A rough presentation of ALL the ideas and stories. But, unless I’m planning to publish a tome the size of War & Peace, a lot has to be trimmed. So much of my story and the things I have gone through involve other people. People I love and respect. People whose friendships I treasure. I simply cannot write a story that might, even inadvertently, cast a disparaging view on those I care about. 

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I wrote the story as it happened, but that version will likely never see the light of day. That was for my own catharsis. And it has been therapeutic to get the words down where I could actually sit and read the whole story. As I was going over the rough draft, I saw several directions different segments of what I’d written could go. So that was what I worked on yesterday. Trimming, cutting and pasting, putting things in some semblance of order to achieve the primary goal of the book. I have learned to consider myself and my gut instincts, but I trust God and His direction.

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I found a great program for word processing, created BY a writer FOR writers. It’s called Atticus and I’m telling you, it’s wonderful. It’s so easy and creates your outline for you as you write. It’s intuitive and easy to pick up from the get go. I think it will make this job a lot easier.

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One of the reasons I drag my feet when it’s time to work on this is the feelings that come along with it. Just because ten years have passed doesn’t mean the story doesn’t still affect me. It’s hard to go back and face what it was really like to go through the acute stages of profound grief. Knowing I can do in with kindness and respect makes the job easier for me.

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Mr. FixIt did some outside chores in the afternoon. He had a large canopy set up in the driveway so he could store things under it while he replaced the garage door that was destroyed late this summer. Everything got put away except for the metal frame of the structure so that came down yesterday. He also went out to the creek to dig out the drainage ditch to keep water away from our foundation.There is always something to do around here.

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I think I told you in yesterday’s post that I heard a tree crashing in the woods across the road from the near field. Well, Saturday night when I was going to bed, I heard another one crash down. This one was even bigger. Last evening I drove over to our little village to the Piggly Wiggly to get a few basics. As I put the groceries in the truck, I heard yet ANOTHER tree fall. This time it was somewhere behind the Pig. It wasn’t really windy when any of these trees fell. I don’t know what could be behind it, but I do keep a watchful eye when I’m around trees. 

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We’re making our holiday plans. We’ve decided to have the family Thanksgiving Dinner at the former Mrs. FixIt’s house and Christmas Dinner at ours this year. Then, we can either switch next year, or just keep it that way. When there is a blended family involved, it benefits the kids and grandkids to not feel obligated to go to so many dinners at so many places. Of course, this only works if you can be in the same room with your ex’s family. I know there are some who simply cannot do this. I am incredibly blessed to have fostered a loving and kind relationship with the Former Mrs. FixIt and with the rest of the West Virginia family and I’m really looking forward to all the fun we’re going to have this holiday season!

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Looking over the calendar for the week, I see that the knitting group I want to join is meeting this morning at 9:00. Which, to my body, is 10:00 till it gets acclimated to the time change. Which also means, I’m going to want to fall asleep at O-Dark:30! Ugh. I don’t like the time change and I wish they’d make up their mind already and just keep it Daylight Savings Time. We have a list of things to do this week that would choke a horse. Best o just take one bite at a time of this apple and get it done!

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“Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap, they have neither storehouse nor barn, and yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds!”

\nLuke 12:24 ESV\n
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Merry Christmas! I love this cheery Red and White ornament! It reminds me of Scandinavian sweaters. How pretty for a tree or for someone on your gift list.

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Last winter, I spent many nights sleeping in the camper. I love a cold room and a warm bed. I’ve been sleeping in the house since we got back from our camping trip to the beach and my body has become acclimated to a warmer room. Mr. FixIt and I have been working hard this week trying to make up for the lost time while he was so sick with Covid. So, I rewarded myself with a campout Friday night.

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Wow! I piled on the covers and turned on the little space heater that I use in the camper. Once I warmed up, I got way too hot. I turned off the heater, turned down the electric blanket, and took off the comforter I had stacked on top. I drifted off to sleep, but I kept waking up feeling cold. Up went the electric blanket and the blanket. Too hot. Up, down. Up, down. I even considered going in the house, but that meant I’d have to get up and actually go outside in the cold. I rummaged around in the closet and found the wool hat I knitted a couple of months ago. I put it on and I was fine. I slept well the rest of the night.

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When I got up and checked the temperature, I fully expected it to be in the low thirties. It was 46! Hokey smokes! That’s not nearly as cold as some of the nights I slept in the camper last winter. So, I took my stuff in the house and that will probably be the last of the camping for the season, unless it’s REALLY warm.

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We are still playing catch up around here. We took the canopy off the pergola and put it away. Several of the zip ties that hold up the string of market lights had deteriorated from the sunlight, so I replaced them. We threw away the old chair cushions and stowed all the deck furniture to the side for the winter. Mr. FixIt took the ladder out of the pool. I put away various tools and yard items so now the back of the house looks neater. I trimmed the dead branches off the peony bush and found one lonely Maypop bulb so I spread the seeds out on a paper town to dry for next year. I heard a big tree fall in the woods across the road from the near field. Thank goodness it didn’t fall across the road or where it could hurt anyone or damage anything.

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There’s still a lot to be done around here. I’ve been working on my book and I came to the conclusion…I actually have two books there. I have an accountability partner and we met yesterday on FaceTime. She has written several books and is quite knowledgeable about the whole process. She gave me some valuable input that I’ll put to use this week. In the meantime, I’m taking tomorrow off and I’ll sit and knit some. You know what they say about all work and no play.

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Mr. FixIt continues to improve for which I am most grateful. He’ll wear a mask now, that’s for sure. He doesn’t want to get this again! I hope you have a blessed Sunday!

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“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.”

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I’d love to have a staff like Martha Stewart. Just take all my great ideas and assign the bulk of the heavy lifting to my wonderfully creative staff and I could get SO much more done, right? I made the huge mistake of asking Mr. FixIt what he wanted for breakfast. In my mind, a nice bowl of cereal would have worked great with my schedule. However, my sweetheart set his sights on poached eggs and toast. So, poached eggs and toast it was. And, I’ve made a serious commitment to never leave the kitchen till the dishes are done and everything is wiped down and ready for the next meal.

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I sat down at the computer with my mushroom coffee. I got everything set up to work and got a solid hour in, but it wasn’t on NaNoWriMo. It was on a design I’ve had dancing around in my head that needed doing. When I went to get my second cup of RYZE, Mr. FixIt asked if I was ready to start mowing. Uhhhh, sure! With no second cup, I slipped on my shoes and went out to mulch up the leaves. The good part of that was only mowing over the outer 8-10’ of the perimeter because that’s where the leaves fall. It was actually a beautiful day…sweatshirt weather.

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Once I got that part of the job finished, I needed to fill the bird feeders for the first time this fall. I cleaned out the fridge in the camper and turned it off. I also went through the freezer in the garage and threw away anything that was freezer burned. I tidied up around the outside of the house and put away tools and things that we won’t be using anymore. I did some laundry. Everything looked neat and tidy when I was finished. 

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And it was time to make supper.

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I could complain that it is all I do…cook, clean, mow, write. Then I remember the poor people in Gaza who don’t have food and water. I have the absolute privilege of living in a comfortable home that isn’t being bombed. I don’t have to break the bank when something needs fixed. When I started supper and Mr. FixIt asked if we had French fries, I have the convenience of a car that runs and is full of gas and a store less than three miles away where I can buy good food. And I have a healthy husband to cook for. I thank God every day for all the many blessings in my life. It is a joy to just be alive!

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I had a couple of hours to myself last evening and got caught up on the things I wanted to do in the office. 

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Priorities. Privilege. Purpose. Prayer. I want for nothing.

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“And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times, you may abound in every good work.”

\n2 Corinthians 9:8 ESV\n
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Merry and Bright…this reminds me of two-color Norwegian Sweaters. Something nice and comforting on cold winter nights.

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I want to tell you all about another example of how God takes care of his children. You know our furnace has been on the fritz this fall. We’ve tried everything we knew how to do, but through process of elimination, it became apparent the problem was bigger than we could handle. We also came to the conclusion it was the heat exchanger gone bad. That’s only the single most expensive part on a furnace and a bear to fix.

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There are many furnace companies in and around our area we could call. But the bigger the company, the bigger the chunk taken out of your wallet. As with many of you, we are living on a fixed income so big ticket items take some planning. And we have more than one big ticket item that needs done. The furnace, and the roof. 

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We figured we could put off the roof till next year by painting sealant around the chimney flashing so we could focus on the furnace. Well, two things happened. Mr. FixIt’s buddy Jeff called to give us the phone number of an independent contractor who is a trained heating and refrigeration tech. He’s used this company before and recommended them as thorough, knowledgeable, and affordable. 

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The furnace guy came yesterday at 8:30AM. I’ve been working with Mr. FixIt enough on this to know what to listen for and what to ask so I dealt with the service person. Mr. FixIt is still distancing himself from people for a while after his bout with Covid. I led the gentleman into the basement and told him what we have done and what symptoms we’ve been noticing. He tore into the furnace and took a video of the inside of the firebox and showed it to me. The heat exchanger was riddled with holes. It’s a wonder the house hasn’t burned down or given us carbon monoxide poisoning!

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He left with the promise that he would get an estimate to us by the end of the day and he would also check to see if the part was under warranty. They called back at 6:00PM and said the furnace IS still under warranty so we only have to pay for labor… a HUGE savings! Now we can call the roofer and get them started before the snow flies.

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We have discussed this and how we could swing two big jobs without breaking our budget. In comes part three of the story. I truly believe that God took the Lincoln back because we needed these two things MORE. Because, the total of both jobs is almost exactly what insurance paid us for the car when it was totaled!

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It is times like this that we look at each other in total awe at how incredibly good God is to us! I don’t even worry about things anymore because I know for a fact they always work out the way God wants them to. We aren’t in control of that. That’s not our business. Our business is to praise God for his loving care and goodness.

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Most of my day was spent at the computer again. I have edited a total of 30,313 words in two days. I’ve created new designs for my shop. I cooked a great meal and we’re keeping up with a beautifully clean and organized kitchen and pantry. Mr. FixIt is feeling better every day. He even mulched some leaved today with the push mower! We’re keeping warm with the two gas stoves. We’re just about firing on all cylinders here and things are going smoothly at Marshmallow Ranch.

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“And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.”

\nPhilippians 4:19 ESV\n
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This nostalgic Golden Snowman will look beautiful on any tree. I also makes a unique gift tag!

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I’ve watched “influencers” reveal how they make everything look perfect. They clean a four foot section of their kitchen and it makes you think they live like that. Here, you’ll see that there isn’t a cover on that outlet behind the toaster. It’s way far away from water and any of my activity. It’s been like that since I moved in here in 2017. It’s just one of the things we’ll get around to when we get a “round tuit!” Anyway, when you squint, the painting looks sort of realistic. I painted it plein aire on top of Ajax Mountain in Aspen many years ago. ?

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I’ve dabbled in art all my life. Being a creative is wonderful. Being a creative who is also a Gemini is crazy making. Because…I want to do ALL the things! And when I want to do ALL the things, I need ALL the supplies. And by the time I’ve gathered ALL the supplies and proven to myself I can do the THINGS fairly well…I’m bored with it and once again head out to learn ALL the things. It is a vicious cycle and a treadmill I struggle to keep from dying on.

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“Mahi Mahi” The Big Island of Hawaii, 1997 - Colored Pencil on Bristol - I caught a 27# Mahi Mahi deep sea fishing off the Kona Coast of Hawaii and was so sad to learn, when it dies…it turns grey.

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I notice art in all things. The soft curve of a baby’s ear. The way a spider’s eyes sparkle in the dark. The way clouds make hearts and unicorns in the sky. I struggle to recreate what I see because I so want to be an “artist”. My dear friend Marion is a very talented artist and she wisely told me, “The way to become an artist is to print up business cards and put ‘Artist’ under your name.” I still suffer imposter syndrome about much of my talents, but I’ve gained a lot of confidence since I started writing this blog.

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An Angelfish of some sort I spotted snorkling in the Caribbean.

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I was looking for a box that has doilies and dresser scarves in it the other day when I came across a portfolio of some of my drawing from the ‘90s. I was desperately trying to find myself back then. I was in my 40’s, with bookend babies…one 16 years old and the other a newborn. I started writing poetry and short stories but lacked the confidence to pursue it. What art I did usually ended up in the trash can or in this portfolio. I must have liked it because I kept it even after purging my personal property after Mr. Virgo died.

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“Peace Through Understanding”, c. ~1997, Colored Pencil on Bristol

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“The Girl’s Room”, c. 1997, Colored Pencil on Bristol

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“Seeking Hashem”, C. 1997, Pencil on Rag Paper

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I am not sure I’ve ever shared these with you so I’m stepping out on a limb. Some are quite amateurish…others, not too bad. God gives us all gifts. Of all sorts. But nothing will ever compare to the art of God’s own hands that He blesses us with every single day. So, before I chicken out…I’ll post some of them here. Picasso I am not. Neither am I Shakespeare. But, my work is my own and it makes me smile every single time. Someday, my grandkids’ grandkids might smile, too.

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And now…”God’s Art, My Camera”

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“We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us…”

\nRomans 12:6 NIV\n
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Hello Fall…Hello October!

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Playing with the light. “Wedding Pumpkin on Knitting”

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I got home from my camping trip in the late afternoon. Mr. FixIt was so glad to see me, but he was so stoved up from putting in the new garage door on Thursday that he could barely move. This frustrates him tremendously because he is a real go getter. But, between the two mini strokes and the back pain of the last three years, he’s gotten way out of the habit of working that hard. So he’s going to pay for it for the next couple of days, I’m afraid. I don’t mind doing all the hooking up and unhooking anyway. It keeps my skills sharp and it’s good exercise.

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My lovely book from one of our readers….Knit, Pray, Share!

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After the news, I drove over to our little village and checked the Post Office Box and there was a package from one of our readers. She and I had discussed the merits of knitting. She bought a book to learn from and decided it had my name written all over it so she popped it in the mail for me! What a kind gesture. I am going to save it to read on our camping trip next week as I sit on the banks of the Ohio River.

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Hand knitted slippers with a Wedding Pumpkin and Apple.

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Gail gave me a pair of slippers she knitted for me to wear in the camper to keep my toes warm during these chilly fall evenings. The last three nights have been in the mid to low 40’s! That makes for good sleeping weather if you have enough blankets. I also have the electric blanket on the bed so I was toasty warm. It’s crazy…the first night camping I just had the windows open. The second night I had the AC on! Then the last three were “three dog nights!” As I was preparing to leave the campground yesterday, here came Gail with the most beautiful potted mums! I’ll take pictures today and post them tomorrow.

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Chicken in the Woods. This is actually an edible fungus. There are recipes! Yeah….that’s a big nope from me. That looks like something my grandma told me to stay away from. lol

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I stopped at the Pig when I was in town and picked up some fresh ginger root. Gail and Jan both have Ginger and Honey Tea every morning and that just sounded delightful. Not to be left out…I got some for myself and I’ll let you know what I think. 

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Another one of Gail’s misty morning photos. “The Grande Dame!” A stately old sycamore tree in the campground.

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I was thrilled to get home and find the kitchen exactly as I left it! Mr. FixIt is awesome! And now I’m whupped. I’ll write more tomorrow!

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“As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace:”

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When Mr. FixIt and I were drinking our morning beverages yesterday, he asked if I wanted to go to town with him. Our Bonus Daughter and her daughter were having a yard sale. Our only great granddaughter was selling lemonade so, of COURSE we had to go. Clearly I had other things lined up that need doing before I head out to camp with Gail tomorrow, but the biggest takeaway from losing Mr. Virgo is just how quickly it all can change. I slipped on my tennies and we were off.

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Fortunately, it didn’t turn into a terribly long day. We had a wonderful time. The kids were playing on the porch. Little Girl and I played Princesses and Little Boy showed me his Slime. The Former Mrs. FixIt was there. Once it was time to go, Mr. FixIt and I stopped at some garage sales down the street and The Former Mr. FixIt was right behind us. We looked at all the treasures and ended up splitting a set of knives. Neither one of us needed all of them.

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At the last sale, we ran into another guy we graduated with. In the course of conversation, there were two other women there who were widows. I made a beeline for them and gave them a hug and asked how they were doing. If you know, you know. We get it. We’re in a club we didn’t ask for. When they learned I went on and married my bestie from high school, they both said they didn’t think that was in the cards for them. 

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It may not be. Not everyone who becomes a widow or a widower want or need to be in a relationship again. But you never know when God is going to drop someone on your doorstep. If you’re open to another relationship, you’ll likely notice them. If you aren’t, you may not even see that ship that passes in the night. Either way, it’s ok. You’ll know if it’s right for you or not.

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We stopped at Mary B’s on the way home and had a quick early supper. I almost always get Liver and Onions there. It’s such a comfort food, hearty, and feels like a total splurge while not really being that high in calories. We got home and looked at a couple of episodes of a series we’ve been watching lately. It’s about solving cold cases. That kind of show appeals to my science side and my data gathering skills. I popped some popcorn and then just about finished the kitchen. I still need to wipe down the cabinets, clean the stove and oven, and mop the floor.

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Whew, this was quite a chore! I’m really glad to be past this job. It’s a lot easier to keep a room clean, a little at a time every day, than it is to tear it apart and do a deep cleaning. Hopefully we’ll keep up with it. Now I can spend some time getting the camper ready to leave tomorrow for four days and nights of relaxation, knitting, checking out antique shops, and doing whatever our little hearts desire. I think I’ve earned this little getaway!

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Today is Mr. Virgo’s birthday. He would have been 73 today. That is hard for me to imagine. He will always be 62 years old in my head. I don’t often dwell on his loss anymore. It doesn’t really serve me and ends up just making me sad. So, I throw myself into a project and think it through in bites…just like getting through the project. By the time I’m through, I have something beautiful to look back on and I’m here…in this moment.

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Living a good life.

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Virgo! 

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There aren’t too many tasks that I truly loathe, but one of them is cleaning the refrigerator. I hate wasting food and I always end up throwing stuff away. I hate the idea of opening one of those plastic tubs and see a science experiment in there that would have really pleased my 8th grade science teacher. (Shhhh…I’ve been known to toss it, plastic container and all!) Ugh!

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Mr. FixIt left early and headed to town for his errands du jour. I put off the inevitable with a hot beverage, then sighed. I wanted a second cup, but that meant I had to get up and go into the kitchen where the “Refrigerator of Doom” sat…glaring at me. I put the kettle on, that ran a sink full of soapy water. I set my hot drink to the side and started throwing stuff away. It’s unbelievable the sheer amount of waste. Granted…most of it was condiments. 

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There were three opened jars of pickled beets. Now, I love the occasional pickled beet. And when I’m at the store, I can never remember…did I finish that jar? Who am I kidding…I’ve never finished a jar of pickled beets in my life. But I’d get another one…you know,  just to be sure. I took some on the relish tray to the family picnic last Sunday and no one touched them. That’s how popular they are around here. So, out they went. Whenever I think I might want some, I’ll remember tossing three nearly full jars that were WAY out of date…but really, do they EVER go out of date?

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There were several half-eaten jars of my homemade jam that were dry as shoe leather. Same with salsa. Those made me sad because I remember how much work it took to make them. Note to self: Think twice before you make more jam and salsa. Save yourself the work…before and after. I carried three loads of clean jars downstairs and put them on the shelves where we store such things. 

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I’m ashamed to say, I cannot remember the last time I tore that fridge apart and cleaned every inch of it. I’m hoping it’s memory loss and not that I’ve been so negligent. I took three trash bags of stuff out of there. Granted, they weren’t full…the contents were heavy. And, I haven’t touched the freezer yet. Our trash is picked up on Wednesday, so anytime I need to toss freezer contents, it goes out on Tuesday night or else we’ll have a passel of possums and a riot of raccoons out there digging through it.

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Of course, the rest of the kitchen looks like a bomb went off, but I was so proud of the fridge when it was finished. I put in a fresh box of baking soda and carefully inscribed the date when it needs to be replaced. 10/07/2023. False hope.

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*sigh*

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What I remind myself when I’m doing such chores is this. We are blessed to have this home with a kitchen in which to cook. And the means to pay the utility bills to make it convenient and to have running water and food to store away. There are so, so many who lack even the most basic necessities of life. I am grateful for God’s provision. I have nothing to complain about.

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“The eyes of all look to you in hope; you give them their food as they need it. When you open your hand, you satisfy the hunger and thirst of every living thing.”

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I firmly believe God speaks to us every day in every way. He can manipulate earthly things. Sometimes the message is huge. And sometimes it’s just a way of reminding us He’s here and he’s watching out over us.

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I sat down yesterday to do my Bible study. It had been a while since I’d done this, but I just opened the Bible and randomly chose a page and put my finger on a verse. I landed on 1 Corinthians 15…”Let me now remind you, dear brothers and sisters, of the Good News I preached to you before. You welcomed it then and you still stand firm in it.” That was God reminding me I am His beloved.

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Wednesday night, Mr. FixIt and I went to a Dark Sky Park to watch the moonrise and saw the most amazing sunset. As I was snapping pictures, I scanned through them to see if I was catching any good ones. Something in one of the pictures caught my eye and I looked up quickly to see if it was really there. A cross!

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It WAS still there…and stayed there for quite some time. I know the “timbers” of the cross consisted of jet trails. But they were placed there at just that particular time in that particular way to cement my bible study earlier. God winks are the coolest things, aren’t they?

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We had to go to town yet again yesterday. A prescription needed refilled. And I needed to buy a big pork roast for Sunday’s family picnic as well as a few other things. I told you in yesterday’s post that we are dickering with the insurance company over the settlement they are offering. It’s way too low for the condition of the LIncoln and Mr. FixIt is teaching me…you don’t HAVE to settle. You can stand up for what’s right and negotiate with the insurance companies. 

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Mr. FixIt and I came to our relationship with the same insurance company…just different agents. The Lincoln happens to be on my policy, but in the chaotic aftermath of ramming the garage door with his beloved Lincoln, he ended up calling his agent. The company has been giving us some trouble, refusing to increase the value of the car. We went up the food chain (just call us Karen) and asked to speak to a manager. She called while I was mowing and left a voice mail. By the time I was off the mower, it was too late to call back.

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I talked about this with God in my morning prayers. When I was getting ready to call the manager back, it popped in my mind that I should contact MY insurance agent to see if he could help us. Two hours later, he called us back and said they had re-evaluated the car and declared it’s value at twice what they originally told me. This brings it up in an area where it may not be totaled after all. They’ll call us today and arrange for us to take the Lincoln to an approved garage for further evaluation. This was great news! If it can be fixed, we can get her back on the road. She’s a good car and has plenty of life left in her. If she can’t be fixed, the value is up where we wanted it. Win-Win!

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This is all to illustrate a point. God looks out for us in every matter…large and small. He relishes our interactions with him. He covets our prayers. But, He’s not a genie in a bottle…you can’t rub three times and expect to get your wishes…at least not immediately. Whatever His will is with this and all situations in our lives…we are grateful for His every presence in our lives. As for showing up in a West Virginia sunset? Well, that’s just icing on the cake…a rare and precious gift!

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“God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation. Afterward they will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.”

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Passionflower Vine, foreground. Elephant Ears, background.

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The roadways are lined with Joe Pye Weed, Giant Ironweed, St. John’s Wort, Black-eyed Susans, Goldenrod and all manner of wildflowers. Most people think of these beautiful wildflowers as weeds, but they’re wonderful feeding stations for pollinators to store up the rich honey they need to survive on in the winter. I used to look at them as weeds and pulled stuff up out of my carefully landscaped flower beds all the time. Now, I seek them out to harvest seed for my own pollinator gardens.

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We have a few passionflower vines that grow on our fence and somehow they all got pulled up either last fall or early this spring and I didn’t think we were ever going to get any this year. But they’re pretty hardy and low and behold, by the first of August, we had one little vine weaving it’s way up the chain link. Just last week, it started producing a few flowers and my heart was so happy. They are truly beautiful and I hope they come back next year, bigger and better.

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Arabian Starflower…a variety of Star of Bethlehem. We harvest the bulbs from these and store them in the basement over the winter then plant them again in the spring in an old galvanaized washtub.

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Our Elephant Ears are really looking good at this time of year. They are almost to the top of the chain link on the other side of the fenced in back yard. They grow from a tuber that looks an awful lot like a jicama. Every year, the plants produce more tubers and we give them away like crazy to all our family and friends. And still, every spring, Mr. FixIt has to extend the bed by several feet in order to accommodate all of them. It’s too bad we need to dig them up before the first frost or they’ll die. They are a lot of work, but they make a real nice display.

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I thought perhaps I would mow yesterday, but it rained off and on and is supposed to continue on today. That will push off the mowing till later in the week and then the grass with be tougher and thicker and harder to mow. Since we couldn’t get outside and work, we fiddled around in the house all day. I was looking for glass tops for these end tables we bought over the weekend, but glass has gotten so expensive and I’m not going to pay as. Much for the glass as I did the tables. After researching alternatives, I decided to just use doilies and coasters and call it good.

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I haven’t seen a single Monarch Butterfly this year. Photo Credit: Pixabay

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I worked on the computer and designed a few Halloween shirts. I cooked and cleaned and made popcorn after supper. And that was good enough for me. We don’t have to be anywhere this week, so I’m happy to be nesting a little. 

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If you are in the path of severe weather or fires or crazy gunmen today, please be safe and know we are all praying for you! Let us know what’s happening in your neck of the woods.

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The Black Cats Boo Band…three little black kitties play guitar and “BOOgy”!

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Today would have been my beautiful mom’s 98th birthday. I miss her today as much as ever. I never dreamed I would lose her at only 78 years old. She had the softest hands…and the softest heart. I try not to dwell on the loved ones I’ve lost because their absence is so LOUD it hurts my heart. Instead, I choose to remember how beautiful she was and how fiercely she loved her kids. And, I know I’ll see her again so that is a comfort to me.

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Things have been particularly busy around here since we got back from Colorado. What on earth did I do when I was working sixty hours a week??? Nothing but work, what’s what! I have such a healthy appreciation for young moms who are running a household, raising their babies, cooking, cleaning, washing, chauffeuring, AND working full time. That’s why God gives babies to young people.

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Mr. FixIt had a procedure today that he was dreading but it turned out to be a breeze compared to the last one, so we went out to one of our favorite diners and had a late lunch to celebrate. He has to take it easy for a couple of days so I am thrilled to stay home and get things done around here.

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I had a hankering for baked apples last night so I used the recipe I made up a few weeks ago. Basically like any other baked apple, but I used Truvia brown sugar and very little butter to cut the calories WAY down. It’s getting fall-ish out there. I was watching the news with Mr. FixIt and noticed the sky was glowing so I ran out with my phone to catch some pics during the golden hour.

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The light didn’t disappoint. My buddy, the buck and his girlfriend were out in the pollinator gardens snacking on the fall salad bar. The sunset over the far field was spectacular. I went out to see what was growing in the pollinator patch and saw some delicate spikes with tiny white flowers trailing in a spiral down the stalk. They’re called Spiral Ladies’ Tresses and I’d never seen them before. They are a genus of wild orchid! They’ve been trying to grow out there for who know how long. I am constantly amazed at the beauty I’ve been mindlessly mowing over these last seven years and I’m so grateful for the generous gifts from God that he sends me every day.

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I’ve been sleeping out in the camper a lot. I tried to sleep in the house one night this week and the air felt dead. I couldn’t hear the night sounds. I couldn’t feel the breeze wash over me. And the compressor for the air conditioner outside the bedroom window sounded like a jet engine. Soon the cold weather will take over and force me inside. And now that we’re working on controlling Mr. FixIt’s back pain, we can get back in this camper and GO!

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We have two trips scheduled for next month…at two of our favorite campgrounds in Ohio. We’re going to haul the camper to the OBX in October. We’re taking three days down and three days back with eight days beach camping in the dunes. This will end our 2023 camping year with a bang and what a memorable year it was!

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It is Friday…another week gone. I feel like I accomplished things this week. I hope you feel the same way. Mr. FixIt and I have committed to one another to work on that building this fall. We also need to get the roof put on for the main house. I’m much stronger and physically able to help more than I could have had I not gone on this weight loss journey. Things are definitely looking up!

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Fun Fall Coffee Mug…Hello, October!

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We’re lucky to get the three of us together once a year. And it’s usually sometime in August when JP does a drive-by on her way to a big meeting somewhere. We had such a wonderful visit, shared a couple of meals, and before we knew it, she was gone again on her travels west.

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After our buddy left, Gail and I went to Main Street to check out a couple of antique shops. I found an old oil lamp for $5 to leave out at the farm for when the electricity goes off. I also found the cutest shower curtain for when we redo the main bathroom at Marshmallow Ranch. Gail found a couple of pictures, a garden flag, and ten Fiesta Ware plates in Cobalt for $9.99! They were definitely well used, but perfectly fine to use. I was happy I could contribute to the economy of East Palestine. Everyone was so welcoming and kind. Good people.

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Mr. FixIt called in the middle of the afternoon and sounded distraught. Turns out he was pulling into the driveway and when he put his foot on the brake, it slipped off and he hit the gas instead. He demolished the garage door and banged up the Lincoln pretty good. He wasn’t hurt, thank goodness! He felt so bad, but it wasn’t his fault. Accidents happen. That’s why they don’t call them purposes.

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Gail heated up the salmon and made another wonderful salad. I love summer meals. So simple and fresh. We went outside and sat on the porch knitting till it started raining then we came over here to the cottage and visited for another hour or so. I’ll leave here this morning but we’ll be back the middle of August to camp nearby. This is such a beautiful place to be with such great friends.

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We’ll need to take the car in later today and pick up a rental car while they fix the Lincoln. I suppose there is a chance they would total it if they can’t find the parts. It’s a 2002, after all. We’ll see.

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Wow…summer is nearly gone!

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Yesterday was a day of chores. Our laundry was piled up so I was playing catchup so we don’t have a ton of work to get ready to leave Wednesday. The guys went to Forney Museum yesterday and saw the antique cars and trains and had a big time. They went to McCoy’s Family Restaurant at Federal and I-70 for a late lunch. Mr. FixIt told me he hated to let me know how wonderful the Liver & Onions were. 

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Ben’s niece came for an overnight visit so we’ve been visiting. I wore Little out on Friday so I didn’t hear anything from them yesterday. Maybe today. Daughter #2 is hopefully coming over today for our last visit before we leave. We had such a wonderful visit and we’ve got six days of travel a head of us once we hit the road.

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I’ve kinda hit a wall with vacation. I’m going to love on my CO peeps here for the next couple of days then I’m ready to head home. I’m partied out! Mr. FixIt would be perfectly happy to keep going. He doesn’t understand homesickness. You’re home all the time…why would you want to go there when you could be someplace else having fun?

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I think I’ll get home and sleep for a week!

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This was the back of a display booth in an antique store. I want to do this brick effect in our kitchen!

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Here are some pics from the last week that I haven’t shared.

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“It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.”

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While our total miles from Point A to Point B was actually shorter than Wednesday’s, wowza…was it different. And LONGER time-wise. And more exciting Mother Nature wise.

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Every morning when we start out driving, I hold the cross that hangs from my rear view mirror and ask God to wrap his arms around us. To build a wall around us to keep us safe. And, with all the heat, thunderstorms and tornadoes doing on in the midwest, I asked him to control the winds.

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We drove along uneventfully for a couple of hours when I could see the sky darkening along the western horizon. I asked my trusty navigator to check the weather app radar to see what we were heading into and when, he let out a long whistle when he saw it. I knew that wasn’t good. We were hungry and needed a bathroom break and pulled into a large open parking area by a big metal building. 

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We weren’t in there fifteen minutes when I looked out and said, “OMGosh!!! We need to go now!” I didn’t feel safe all exposed like that. We jumped in the truck and made it to the next exit where there was a Love’s Truck Stop. After a few tries, I weaved the truck and the camper through the mass of parked vehicles and went around back. I parked so that the brunt of the wind would hit us square into the back end. This made our wind resistance lower. The rain was coming down in torrents. I looked up at the cross and said, “Lord…I need that wall about now!” Just then, this great big motor home was coming in. There were plenty of places for him to park over on the other side and it looked like he was going to turn into one of them. Then, he stopped for a few seconds, and made a beeline over to us. He parked snugly between me and southwest winds. Thirty seconds later, a huge truck pulled in behind us and blocked ALL of the wind! We had our wall and I thanked Jesus for keeping us safe!

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We road out the storm. The winds died down and the lightning lessened…as did the rain. We watched the huge wall of red pass over us on the radar as it headed eastward. The big truck behind us left and we followed shortly after.

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Our next obstacles were several areas of road construction that had us stopped like a parking lot on the interstate. We waited for the first. On to the second. There were trees down and the grasses were plastered flat to the ground looking all the world like a giant had slicked his green hair down with a comb. Limbs and leaves were everywhere. By the third stop, we literally could have gotten out and walked around for a while. We weren’t going anywhere. When we finally did make it through, we saw the culprit. There was a large boom truck parked alongside the interstate and its huge arm was holding up the power lines that were slung low to the ground from the powerful storm. On ahead, we were stopped yet again. This time it was a semi that had been blown over on its side from the wind. 

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Finally…we broke through the bottleneck and made it to Jubilee College State Park Campground. The college itself was founded in 1839. I wish we had more time to explore, but the campground was huge and quiet and affordable at only $20 per night. We made sure everything was put away last night so we can get an earlier start today. We have over 400 miles to drive today and we don’t want to get in late. We like to have a nice meal and relax a little, maybe play some cards or watch some videos together and get a good night’s sleep.

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I’ll check in tomorrow. And keep those prayers coming…they’re working!!!

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Two more sleeps!!!

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““Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened.”

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I had all these plans to clean, do laundry, pack, and all manner of other things yesterday. Instead, I had just finished breakfast when Mr. FixIt saw a lawnmower on Marketplace. We bought a push mower from this guy a few years ago for our rental house and it’s still running well. Ours, on the other hand, needs something. I put a new carburetor on it and it still surges. We tried to adjust the throttle but you get two speeds….won’t start or jet engine. So, it was time to bite the bullet and replace it. It was only $140 for a 6.5hp Craftsman so hopefully it will do the trick and last us a long time. 

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As you know, if we go to town, we’re toast. There’s always a dozen errands and true to form, it was after 6:00 by the time we got home. That meant I had lost my window of opportunity to get a ton done and has put me behind even more. Then, when I loaded up the dishwasher and started it….it has finally bit the big one. It just sits there humming and heating and no water. It’s forever old and we’ve managed to get an extra year out of it by using the pots and pans cycle, but even that isn’t working. Now I have to unload it and wash all those dishes by hand, which isn’t a problem…it’s just another thing. I didn’t even use the dishwasher for the first two years I lived here so I can easily go back to that. It’s just not what I was planning on in the moment. But, isn’t that just the way? If we knew when something was going to break down, we’d have another one waiting in the wings, wouldn’t we?

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To lighten my load and to take of some of the self-imposed stress off of me, I put the shop on vacation mode. That will make one less thing for me to mess with every day while we are traveling. And I was getting a little burned out. I’ve been too busy to sit down and create more designs, so I’ll just leave it be a little then I can pick it back up when we get back. So far we don’t have much scheduled for August. I think it’ll take a month to recover after the Colorado trip anyway! 

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Our list is long, but no matter what, it’ll be done or it won’t. 

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“And may the Lord our God show us his approval and make our efforts successful. Yes, make our efforts successful!”

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Our Field of Daisies

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Oh, what a difference a day makes. We had crystal blue skies yesterday and it was still pretty hot at 84° but we didn’t get storms like we did on Saturday. When I took my morning walkabout, I had to stop and pick up a lot of limbs that fell along the hedgerow. The bigger of the two pollinator gardens is chock full of daisies and summer grasses now. The smaller garden just has a few sparse patches of daisies and the rest is field grass. They aren’t fifteen feet apart, but they’re completely different. The only think I can think of is the smaller on is on a bit of a west facing slope so maybe it doesn’t keep as much moisture. I can always mow it down and start one in a different spot next year.

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Patent Leather Beetle

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I worked on the shop all afternoon and really enjoyed being creative. It feels good to have the quilt done and less work to do on the shop so I can enjoy some other pursuits. Mr. FixIt and I went to the park and walked our mile as the sun was heading down behind the far hill. Isn’t it amazing how quickly it cools down once that sun isn’t beating down right on you?

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Look at all that pollen! Yikes…it’s no wonder everyone is sneezing like crazy!

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We came across a large Patent Leather Beetle on the walking path and the river was so still it carried a thick coat of pollen from bank to bank. When we were finished walking, we drove around a bit to see what was happening around our little village. 

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A Peaceful WV Sunset

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The sun was a huge glowing orange orb as it neared the western horizon and we were trying to get a good vantage point for some photos. It sinks fast once it’s that far down and unfortunately, by the time we got to a place where we could see it, we’d missed our opportunity. Still, it was lovely and quiet in the local cemetery as we took in the bucolic view of the rolling farmland replete with fat round bales of hay and a huge old barn.

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One of the kids called as we were on our way home and we enjoyed a nice conversation…solving the world’s problems and commenting how exciting it is the wedding is getting so close. This is the first social event of the year for us. Next up will be our trip to Colorado. I simply MUST make myself sit down today and get that arranged! It seems there is always something that needs attention, doesn’t it? 

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What on earth did we do when we were working full time and raising babies?

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“Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.”

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\nColossians 3:2 NIV\n
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“Space Bunnies”

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I found these bunnies a couple of months ago and knew I wanted to use them for something in my shop. I decided on a polyester shower curtain because it could also be used in other projects…like a privacy screen or windbreakers on an EZ-Up. Besides…they’re just too stinkin’ cute!

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Well, one must always be prepared for any eventuality. When I arrived at the campground on Wednesday, there was only one campsite open so I took it. The next morning we moved because the sycamore was shedding all over us. We managed to snag a prime river site and according to the computer it was first come, first served till Monday night. I paid for three nights so I ran it by the camp host, just to be sure. She looked at the same thing I was looking at and it said, “FF”…first come, first served. She said it was fine to move and we settled in for two more nights.

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To be honest, neither one of us slept well on Thursday night because the tugboats push barges up and down the river…24/7. They are not fast, and their engines are loud and deep. They reverberate in your bones. I was sound asleep when the first one came through. It took a while to get back to sleep and then the next one came. This one was waiting for traffic so it hovered in one place for about twenty minutes…right in front of our camper. The first time this ever happened to me…years ago…it was really cool to watch. This time? Not so much!

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Still, we had a beautiful day yesterday. I went for a long walk while Mr. FixIt fished. I sat with him for quite some time when I got back, then we decided to go for a drive and check out Hensler’s Market in St. Marys. They have beautiful flowers and produce, and tons of Amish products. After exploring some backroads, we headed back to the camper. I fixed a nice meal and we were just getting settled in for an evening of fishing when the camp host, Kris, called my name. 

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It appears, our site was NOT available yesterday as this very nice young man produced his phone showing he had reservations for the whole weekend. Leith Run is a hidden gem, but those in the know jump on the reservations as soon as they open up in January because they book up fast. He made his reservations in February. Obviously we were disappointed, but we were so grateful to have had the two days we got because we didn’t have reservations. It was a beautiful little camping trip, we met some super nice people, and home we headed.

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I stopped in Williamstown to dump the tanks. Mr. FixIt went on to buy cat food before he headed home. I had the camper in place and ready to unhook when he pulled up. We were both so tired by the time we got everything set up here on Marshmallow Ranch in my own personal little campground. Tomorrow, I’ll post a bunch of pictures I took the last couple of days. We need to mow today. Dinner at the Former Mrs. FixIt’s with all the FixIt Family but one this evening. When it rains tomorrow, I’m finishing the quilt. The wedding is in two weeks!!!

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“The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.”

\nPsalms 37:23-24 NIV\n
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The garden is filled with Field Hawkweed and the bees love it!

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Mr. FixIt headed out mid morning to help the soon-to-be newlyweds with the new roof on their house and left me to my own devices at home. I lazed around and fixed a nice breakfast, then headed out with my hot cup of RYZE to check out the pollinator gardens. I could see the new yellow flowers from clear across the field and was really excited to get some lovely close up shots.

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The dainty little Blue-Eyed Grass is so sweet. Old-timers called them “Bluettes.”

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I use my iPhone 13 Pro Max for all my photography. I’ve never claimed to be a true photographer, but the iPhone takes the guesswork out of capturing good shots 99% of the time. One of the really great benefits of this phone’s camera is a plant identifier link built in. When you are viewing the photo, swipe up and hit the link “Look up: Plant” to find out what you’re looking at! Would you believe I just discovered this little bit of sorcery in the last week??? Amazing! What else can this phone do that I haven’t discovered yet?

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The Philadelphia Fleabane looks like tiny little daisies.

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When I was going through the photos for this post, I wasn’t happy with one of them. It was out of focus So I went back out to reshoot and I was just so taken by the beauty of this little oasis in the far field. Why didn’t I do this years ago??? I took off my shoes for a little grounding and eventually, I just sat down alongside the garden…watching and waiting for the bees to get close enough to capture in a photo.

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The Lyreleaf Sage blooms all around the stem every four or five inches.

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It didn’t take long. I still didn’t get as clear a photo as I would have liked, but these will do for now. I sat there for a long time, thanking God for making such beauty and allowing us to be stewards of this portion of the earth. It finally got a little to hot to sit out there so I came in to edit and finish writing my daily missive to you. My “Letters from Home,” so to speak.

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Creeping Charlie is a ground ivy in the mint family and is used as a salad green in many countries.

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While I really should be in the house, working on the finishing touches of the wedding quilt, I can’t help but sit out here in Grace…our little camper. The door and windows are wide open and the fan is moving the air around. I can watch and hear the birds, flitting from the hedgerow to the trees and singing the songs of their people.

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Clockwise from Top Left: Yellow Woodsorrel, Daisies, Dandelion, Mouse-ear Chickweed, a tiny little Maple Tree, and WhiteClover

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I pulled the other half of my dinner salad from last night out of the fridge and happily munched on the tasty and colorful veggies and the savory chicken on top. I made a balsamic vinaigrette from a lovely balsamic glaze and EVO to round out the flavors. 

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Meadow Buttercups are one of my all time favorites. Their little faces turn up the the sky and follow the sun all day.

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Sunday is made to be savored…to honor and praise our Maker…and to rest our bodies, minds, and spirits in His most excellent care for the day. This makes for a perfect day in my book!

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My ground level view of one of the Pollinator Gardens. I’m a happy girl!

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“Do not be wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord and shun evil. This will bring health to your body and nourishment to your bones.”

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One of my all time favorite photos was taken out at the farm. Grandma’s Heritage Peonies are show stoppers every year and if you get the light just right, they look like they’re straight out of a Renaissance painting!

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We waited till the dew was off the grass then I went out and finished mowing here at Marshmallow Ranch. Mr. FixIt got the tiller out of the pole building and dug up the area along the fence and planted the Elephant Ear bulbs. Those things multiply every year so we always have more than we planted the year before. Maybe I’ll throw the container in the trunk of the car today with a handful of bags and give them away after the bridal shower for our eldest granddaughter.

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Mowing at Marshmallow Ranch…look at that sky!

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We took a break to eat lunch, then headed to The Farm to mow. The grass everywhere has grown like crazy with all that rain then a sudden warmup. When you ran over it with the mower, it kind of mashed the grass down. Then you’d go around a couple of times and it almost looked like you hadn’t mowed there. I ran over a water snake without realizing it. Mr. FixIt motioned for me to come over and look. To him, every snake is a “copperhead, more than likely.” Bless his heart. As best I could tell it was a water snake.  I finally got the tractor mowing finished and helped Mr. FixIt by doing the last of the push mowing. Then we were really done for the day.

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View from the barn at The Farm.

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It was 6:45 when we got to the intersection to turn left and head back home. About 5-6 miles in the other direction, there’s a little gas station and country restaurant. Mr. FixIt suggested we turn right and let someone else fix our supper since we worked so hard. Let me tell you…distance is a tricky thing here in WV. Five to six miles in Colorado is a hop, skip, and jump. Here? It takes three times as long to get anywhere because of the curvy roads. 

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My $5 find…a McCoy planter in the sweetest blue with a quilted pattern.

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We got to the restaurant just fifteen minutes before they closed. The grill had been shut off, but there were still several menu choices. Mr. FixIt had a hotdog and a bowl of potato soup. I had a chef salad. It tasted pretty darned good after all that hard work and I didn’t have to do the dishes afterwards. As we waited for our food, we wandered around the little restaurant. Sometimes local people stop in with some antiques and the owner sells them. There was a beautiful yellow crock with a blue stripe that I very nearly bought, but really…how many crocks do I really need? However, there was the most darling little McCoy planter in a light blue color that I just had to take home with me. And…if was only $5.00!!! Score! I’ve decided to buy an African Violet like my grandmother used to grow and see if I’m any good at it.

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As we were sitting in the booth chatting, a woman sitting on the other side of the restaurant called out to me. 

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“Aren’t you Ginny?”

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I still can’t believe it when people recognize me…especially ten miles from nowhere.

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“Yes, I am!”

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There there was that couple of minutes of small talk catching up with what we’ve each been up to, when I had to ask that question that I seem to ask more and more these days.

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“Please forgive me. I know we’ve met, but can you refresh my memory as to how and when?”

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After all…there’s one of me. There are going on 6,500 of you all.

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“I’m Jean _________. You spoke at our church a few years ago.”

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Suddenly I totally remembered the night in question and I remember speaking with her that evening. Just a sweet, sweet gal. It still humbles me when people know me and I really appreciate it when they stop. And say hello.

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Lots of people traveling on a Friday evening.

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On our way home, we marveled at the gorgeous sky and I had to pull over at the top of the hill to take a few pictures. By the time we got home, we were both ready to put our feet up for a while. Mr. FixIt is much like Mr. Virgo…the TV is their martini. Not me! I gave him a big kiss and headed to the quiet seclusion of the camper…the she-shed…the playhouse. One of my happy places. The other is the farm and since our internet has been totally erratic the last few days, I’m going to head back out to The Farm tomorrow after the bridal shower and stay a few days so I can get some designing done. Mr. FixIt will come out Monday with some tools and we’ll fix the pump on the well again.

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Well, I sure picked the wrong spot to sit down yesterday. Did I mention I’m on my final weight loss journey? In my defense…the old picnic table is rotten and needs to be dismantled and sent to the brush pile.

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It was a busy, fun, and productive day and we both knew we would sleep like a baby! I’m really looking forward to the bridal shower today. The kids posted a picture of them in front of the courthouse where they got their marriage license yesterday! It’s getting real!

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“Hold them in the highest regard in love because of their work. Live in peace with each other.”

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This sweet blue apron with white birds makes a lovely housewarming gift.

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Look at that sky!!!

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For the first time in what seems like forever, the sky cleared to intermittent clouds and sun. No rain and the temperature got up into the 60’s! The grass dried up enough by 1:00 to start mowing. Of course by that time I could have practically baled hay. It was very slow going. I had to raise the mower deck and mow really slow so I would reduce the risk of breaking the belt. When I was making one round, I noticed a beautiful patch of bright and shiny buttercups. They looked so healthy turning their little faces up to the sun that I just couldn’t mow them down. 

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Beautiful Buttercups!!!

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I stopped the mower and asked God what he wanted me to do. I immediately got a picture in my mind of a dream I had a couple of weeks ago. Two free form shapes with a wide path between them for interest. I could see a garden bench and a birdbath and I thought…I’ll build a meditation garden where I can come and sit and watch the butterflies and the pretty flowers grow. I’ve started out small and I’ll see where it takes me. 

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You can see the two pollinator areas…the one on the left is on a slight incline. The one to the right is flat so you don’t see it as well.

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As I wandered around the field after I finished mowing, I heard the creek running so I walked over to listen as the water tumbled over the rocks creating a small waterfall. In the rainy season, this little creek can really roar but I’ve never seen it overflow its banks. This is the creek out front between the house and the road. There’s another creek out back along the fields that has actually flooded a couple of times, but it doesn’t come anywhere near the house. I don’t think it would ever rise into the pollinator garden, either.

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The creek out front. The area I call “the hedgerow” follows this creek.

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Since we got such a late start, I didn’t get all the grass cut, so I’ll have to go out today and finish. Mr. FixIt got his part finished. We need to take his truck to the dump because it’s still filled with old shingles from the roof job last fall. I can’t help him tomorrow because it’s our granddaughter’s bridal shower. We’ll probably wait till Monday to do that because we have to get out to the farm and mow there soon. It’s a never ending list of things that need doing around here. But I always feel so accomplished and content when I go to bed after a hard day’s work. 

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I had to pop in the camper and realized I had the worst hair out there mowing in the breeze…but I felt beautiful with my sun-kissed cheeks!

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Happy Cinco de Mayo! I remember going to Cancun for the very first time on May 6th, 1989 and everyone looked…well, like they’d partied hearty the night before. Wow, that was a fun trip with friends and great memories were made.

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“See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.”

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My, how time flies when you’re having fun! It seems like yesterday when I started my big project while also piecing a king sized quilt. The trip to the beach seemed far away…and now it’s passed. We did have a great time and it’s always sad to be over. We’re already looking forward to our next trip down.

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When we went fishing down at the Oregon Inlet last week, we entered the beach right beside a campground. We’ve been down there so many times, but we never noticed there was electric and water service at many of the sites. While we were waiting for my portable air compressor to fill the tires back up, we got on the phone and looked it up online. Sure enough, there were 47 sites with hookups. No sewer service, but that’s ok. Ever since our honeymoon, we love going down to the OBX in October. This time we’ll bring the camper and camp right by the ocean! We made our reservations, as well as a couple more camping trips this summer.

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Now that we’ve sold all our extra campers, we’re on a roll and looking forward to lightening our load some more. Mr. FixIt still needs to empty the load of old shingles in the back of his Tundra and get it cleaned up so we can sell it. Then we can get to work on the stuff in the building. I’m telling you…there’s never a dull moment here once the grass starts growing!

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We have a wet week coming up so the mowing will have to be done between storms. I mowed about six or seven laps around the big fields yesterday afternoon but it started sprinkling again and I was forced to quit. We also need to mow out at the farm soon. We just need the weather to cooperate. There’s still lots to get done inside so it’s not like we’ll have a lack of things to do.

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The bridal shower for our eldest granddaughter is this weekend. We have a camping trip over in the mountains near my uncle and cousins in the middle of May. The wedding is in the first half of June followed by another camping trip with some girlfriends. Then we can head to Colorado to visit the family. We have two camping trips scheduled in September. Being retired means we can camp mid-week while the kids are in school. And our favorite time to camp is in the fall when school has started again. 

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See? We haven’t even gotten into the real warm weather and we’re already scheduled out into October! It seems like a lot to do but here’s the thing…life is uncertain. We have no guarantees either one of us will be here tomorrow, let alone a few months from now. It’s not the destination that matters. It’s the journey to get there. It’s taking a deep breath and enjoying the process of living each moment the best we can. 

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That little dash between the dates on our headstones is what counts most. How did we spend that time? Did we love others well? Did we share generously? Joyfully? Did we devote ourselves to others while taking care of ourselves? Did we make memories that will make our loved ones smile when they remember us after we’re gone? That’s what I’m working towards. My legacy may not be a huge house or bank account. It may not be “stuff” at all by the time we take leave of this life. I’m hoping the legacy I leave behind in the words I’ve written these last ten years will be a tangible gift to others that offers hope, encouragement, love, and some laughs. 

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In that, I am content.

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““A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”

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I can’t imagine living on an actual working farm with animals and hay fields and huge gardens. There was a time when that’s all I wanted, but I was much younger then. No, I’m grateful for the five acres we call home and even that will fall by the wayside one of these days when we need to downsize and live closer to the kids. 

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We’re in that stage where the grass shoots up overnight and you feel like mowing is all you do. We need to get this place and the farm squared away in the next couple of days. I didn’t go to town with Mr. FixIt yesterday. I elected to stay home and clean house. I got a lot done, but there’s still a bit more to do. When my sweetie got home yesterday, he did the weed eating in the fenced yard around the pool then started with the push mower till he just couldn’t do anymore. I went out and finished and swept the walk. Now all we need to do is the riding mower and I can knock that out in 3.5 hours. I have a system with the least number of three-point turns that shaves time off the clock.

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When the mowing was finished, I made a quick supper of Buzz Buttered Steak sandwiches and chips. And I was done for the day. The temperature is supposed to be down near the mid-30’s with a possibility of frost! At least it’s not snow. I know it’s just going to be a matter of a few weeks and we’ll be complaining about the heat and humidity. But for now, I’ll be happy as a clam to have temps in the high 60’s and low 70’s. I finished going through my pile of books and projects by my chair and put things away. Just a few more things and the house will be presentable for company. 

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The other evening, I notice someone drove down into the yard. We live right along a dirt road and it gets really narrow just before a curve to the left. Two cars cannot pass each other so, instead of backing up 20 feet where the road is wider, folks will sometimes come off the road to let the other car pass. The people on the other side can’t move over because there’s a ditch there and the hillside just beyond. We went it and reviewed the security cameras recordings to see if we could see who did that, and while Mr. FixIt was watching, the UPS truck drove off the road just beyond the original tracks in the grass. 

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The UPS guys drive so fast out that road. There is a sign stating the road narrows and there is a 10mph speed limit but that doesn’t seem to deter very many people. This time, the UPS guy was driving about 40mph, came around that turn, and was face to face with another car. He slammed on his brakes, skidded on the gravel, and dipped down into the grass. You might think it wouldn’t be a problem because it’s a field. But we take great pride in keeping the place up nice. And when there are deep tracks in the grass, it makes for a really bumpy ride on the mower. Mr. FixIt called the UPS folks and they’re coming out today to assess the damages. 

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It’s always something out here and it keeps you hopping. I am super glad we don’t have animals and big gardens to deal with as well. We are grateful for the serenity.

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“Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.”

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Bright Blocks of Color cheer me up almost as much as traveling does!

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Look! We have Redbud AND Dogwood!

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I finished the quilt top! It was supposed to have two borders, but it was getting SO big, I decided to just do a four inch border in the same color as the white in the blocks. Honestly, I just didn’t have it in me to spend one more hour on it. Have you ever had projects like that? I had to force myself to keep at it till it was done. I have finally learned to say… “It’s good enough!” I never set out to win a blue ribbon. I just wanted to make a quilt that they will love and see that it’s not any more perfect than I am. I can’t wait to see it when it comes from the quilter!

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When I finished with the quilt, I sat down to try and figure out what’s going on with my computer and it finally dawned on me. I’ve been downloading a boatload of graphics for my designs and I have just about maxed out the hard drive. And it’s a 1TB disk! If you don’t know what that means, my desktop has millions of times more storage capacity than the first Apollo mission. I don’t need to download all this stuff…I was just like a kid in a candy store. All I need to do is go look for what I need when I need it!

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Mr. FixIt went to see his buddies at the bowling alley last night. Even though he doesn’t bowl with them anymore, he needs the socialization and I’ve been happy to see him enjoying himself with his friends. He works so hard here at home and for his friends and family…he deserves all the fun time he can get. We are both really looking forward to our beach vacation. Now that the quilt is out of the way, I can focus on getting the house cleaned and our bags packed.

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I’ll never forget the first time I went to the beach with Mr. FixIt. I packed like I was traveling around the world for three months! Well, probably not that bad, but I had my biggest suitcase stuffed to the gills plus lots of clothes on hangers. We had a big tote with kitchen things and even took food down with us. It took forever to carry things up to the second floor where our condo is and, of course…what goes up must come down, right? We were exhausted by the time we were done.

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Since Mr. FixIt had those two strokes back in 2020, we’ve packed lighter and lighter every year. Honestly, we hardly need any clothes because we have laundry facilities in our condo. There are grocery stores down there so we don’t have to mess with the heavy cooler. And we end up mostly eating a big breakfast and then sandwiches the rest of the time. Maybe pizza. We always go out for seafood one time when we’re down there. So, I think we’ll just make it a game and see how light we can go. We’ve been watching the weather app to see what is happening at the beach next week and it’s not looking good. There are only a couple of days when the sun is predicted to come out and the weather is much warmer this week that it will be next week. So we will have to take some warm clothes with us. But we always say…any day at the beach is a good day. 

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The first time I ever saw the ocean was when I flew over it in my move to England. We visited the English coast from time to time, but none of that was like going to the beach. The first time I saw a real beach was when Hubby #2 was interviewing for internship. We were in Maine and it was a rocky beach and SO cold! But we had a good time walking around and picking up shells. But I’d never had a real beach vacation till Mr. FixIt took me to the Outer Banks.

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We just have a few more days to get things done and off we go!

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“You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.”

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The view from the end of the far field…my other happy place.

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It was quite a job, but Mr. FixIt and I got the blades turned around right without having to take off the mower deck. Believe me, it was not easy. We were both rolling around on the driveway, reaching as far as we could and jamming a piece of 4x4 in there to keep the blade from turning as Mr. FixIt tightened the bolt. As soon as we were done, we gassed it up and added oil and I was ready to go. Wouldn’t you know, just thirty minutes in, the belt popped off again! But once we had it back on, it stayed on and I had the mowing done in about three hours. 

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Our Flowering Quince…one of my favorites here at Marshmallow Ranch!

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We decided to clean up and head to town to eat at our favorite homestyle diner for the huge salads they serve, then we went to City Park and walked a lap. We had to stop at Lowe’s…again! I think I’m going to have to forward our mail there as often as we go! But, once that was finished…we were done for the day. 

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The pear tree I thought was dying has bloomed after all!

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I went for a walkabout last night when the light was so pretty and reflecting spring in that greeny-gold way it does at this time of year. Between the flowers at the park and here at home, my heart was as full as my tummy! It was a beautiful day. I told Mr. FixIt on our way into town that being out and working like we’ve been this week has felt like such a reprieve from the long, dark, cold of winter’s grip. 

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A closeup of the Flowering Quince.

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I’m sure we’ll be sore today, but it’s the good kind of sore that come from an honest day’s work. I look at what my cousin Tammy and her girls accomplish raising cattle and lambs, gardening, and putting all that food by on top of the mowing, and I have it easy, really. As I was rounding the last lap of mowing, my heart swelled with the love I have for this life with Mr.  FixIt. The love I have for this land…for West Virginia in general. I know I said I was going to leave the far field unmoved to create a pollinator garden this spring, but it’s just so beautiful when it’s finished. It takes me less than four hours to mow it all. And the seed to create the field the way it needs to be done is expensive. We’ve just decided we like it this way so this is the way it will stay for as long as we’re here. I mean….we live in West Virginia. It’s not that we’re lacking the availability of pollinator friendly meadows all around us.

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I always love the view down in the far field when the sun has gone down behind the ridge. Soon, those trees will be leafed out!

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I’ve been seeing tons of butterflies this spring. And there are bees galore. Mr. FixIt came out the back door the other night and there was a bat hanging from the light fixture over the stairs to the basement. I haven’t seen any snakes yet this year. The field is filled with mole and vole tunnels….little ridges that stick up high enough for the mower to scalp them. 

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Flowers at City Park during our walk.

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We may go out to the farm today to see if we can get the old John Deere started and get that yard mowed for the first time this year. I need to get downstairs and finish up that quilt by Monday so I can get it to the quilter. I hope you all are getting outside shaking some of the winter blahs off!

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“I will sing for joy in God, explode in praise from deep in my soul! He dressed me up in a suit of salvation, he outfitted me in a robe of righteousness, As a bridegroom who puts on a tuxedo and a bride a jeweled tiara. For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, and as a garden cascades with blossoms, So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom and puts praise on display before the nations.”

\nIsaiah 61:10-11 MSG\n
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We’ve been getting high wind warnings for days saying Saturday was going to be bad. I don’t know that it was any worse than last Saturday but the wind sure blew! We went out to take pictures of the pear tree blossoms before they were ripped from the branches and while we were out there, we heard a big tree crash on the ridge beyond the dirt road. We heard it going down, but there are so many trees up there we couldn’t see exactly where it was. All my life, I never really worried about a tree coming down on me…till I moved back here. All those year growing up, we traipsed around this woods like a herd of goats without a care in the world. Now if there’s a stiff wind and we have to drive someplace, I have my eyes on the trees as much as I have them on the road. I don’t know what I think I would do if I saw one coming down on me. Perhaps it would be kinder to just not watch it falling. 

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So, the power went out around 4:00PM. We called the power company and reported the outage. They estimated it would be back on at 8:00PM but I’m not holding my breath. The power went off just as I put supper in the oven. I made salmon filets the same way I made them a few weeks ago in my smaller iron skillet. I sautéed mushrooms and onions in a little butter, placed the salmon on top and spread some of that wild and long grain rice you buy in the microwave pouches all around the edge. I seasoned it with Tabitha Brown’s Sunshine Seasoning with a little extra garlic, fresh ground pepper and lemon juice. I covered the skilled with a lid and popped it in a 350° oven. It hadn’t been in there for five minutes when the power went off. These new stoves have a safety mechanism that turns the gas off if the power goes out so I just left the door closed and let it sit in the oven. About forty minutes later, I took the skillet out and plated the salmon and rice and it was divine! I think it would have been better to take it out a little earlier but it tasted great.

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Mr FixIt got the generator out and started to make sure it was ready if the power didn’t come back on. That way we at least would have lights. I got out my knitting and started working on this sweater I started when I was camping with the girls. I have never knitted with real Irish wool before and it feels so rich and lovely. It’s a great, deep red tweed. I think it’s going to knit up beautifully and should make a pretty cardigan.

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I worked on some new designs yesterday but the power went out before I was finished. Leaving them for today…or tomorrow. Who knows? We did a walkabout an caught some pictures of the flowers. The deep freeze nipped some of them, but I’ll take what I can get!

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““So don’t be so surprised when I tell you that you have to be ‘born from above’—out of this world, so to speak. You know well enough how the wind blows this way and that. You hear it rustling through the trees, but you have no idea where it comes from or where it’s headed next. That’s the way it is with everyone ‘born from above’ by the wind of God, the Spirit of God.””

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*Keepsake Box - Here’s a place to store your special keepsakes when you’ve lost your special person. I had an old leather watch box that I used, but I love this one…especially the comforting Bible verse.

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Here’s a sneak peek at one of the aprons I designed yesterday. I just LOVE the orangey roses on the black and white striped background, don’t you? We bought two new rose bushes to plant along the fence out back.

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Wow…Etsy is a whole lot different than it was in 2011 when I started my first shop there. It’s grown exponentially. The competition was fairly steep back then. Now…hokey-smokes! It’s easy to feel overwhelmed. But, when I first started working on this project at Christmas, I was totally lost. I was learning not one, not two…but three new-to-me programs. It took me a good five or six years before I felt comfortable with Wordpress, so I guess I’m doing pretty well to have come this far. 

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Marketing. My job now is marketing and designing new products. On top of writing my daily blog. With mowing season about to start and a quilt to finish and preparing for our annual beach trip next month…my plate is beginning to fill up. I’m going to have to get a desk calendar and start scheduling things. I created sixteen new designs today…eight of which are mugs that are live in the shop. The new designs coming tomorrow are aprons and they are really cute. There are lots of pretty things in the shop for Mother’s Day!

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I helped Mr. FixIt a little yesterday. He’s still working on the hallway…getting the quarter-round moulding measured and ready to nail in place. The door repair from Wednesday looks great and even though it took us twice as long to do than expected, we’re pretty happy with it. My cousin is coming to visit at the end of April and we wanted the house freshened up a little for her. When she leaves, we’re going to start on the main bathroom. Then somewhere in there we’re going to Colorado to see the family. Oh, and there’s the wedding in June and we need to get the roof finished! Maybe we’ll put that bathroom off till fall. SO much to do!

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The weather was sunny and gorgeous yesterday and the pear trees are just about in full bloom. I’ve been stuck inside working so much, I haven’t even taken a walkabout to see what is popping up out there. We need to take a ride out to The Farm to take a peek at the wildflowers soon. I knew as soon as the weather warmed up, I’d be hopping! There’s one thing…this winter FLEW by with all the work on the shop. That’s a GOOD thing!

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Come see what’s new in the Shop! I’m keeping busy creating new designs just for you and having so much fun doing it. It would be a huge help for me if you shared my shop with a few people. If we all did that and asked everyone to share with a few more, the shop would get off the ground in a hurry and start climbing the ladder in the Etsy ranking. Thank you so much for your support!

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The deadnettle is blooming by the back door.

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Now that the weather is warming up, we’re getting some little old jobs done here at Marshmallow Ranch. Mr. FixIt painted the hallway and he’s been working on the wood trim and baseboards. The door of the closet at the end of the hall tends to drag across the carpet, so he took it off the hinges yesterday and we carried it outside. He got the table saw out to cut about a quarter of an inch off the bottom.

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He was so careful, measuring and putting tape on the line so the cut would be clean. I held the door carefully for him while he pushed it through the saw. When he took the tape off, it was perfect! No splintering and we were really proud of it. He painted the door on both sides and let it dry before we carried it back in the house, only to find out…

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We cut the top off and not the bottom! Argh!

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(I think I heard him say the “D” word!)

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I know what you’re thinking… “Can’t you just flip the door upside down?” I found out the answer to that question and it’s “No!” The door knobs on doors are not right in the center. So if you flip it, the knob is going to be too high. The easiest thing is to move the hinges on the door to adjust the position. It’s not a hard problem to fix…it’s just not what you want to do…making an easy job harder. I know he felt really bad but neither one of us caught the error till it was too late. Ahhhh…another lesson learned.

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I didn’t make it to the sewing machine yesterday. I had a few things to do on the computer and one thing led to another, taking me down the rabbit hole of possibilities. I found some darling fonts and cute graphics and elements to incorporate in designs. If you’re really careful, you can find these without spending a lot of money for them. After I downloaded them, I designed some cute T-Shirts for moms. 

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Now that it’s not so bitter cold outside, I can start working at my desk in my studio downstairs. Then I can stay focused and set a timer to stay on task. Time spent on the shop. Time spent working on the quilt. And a little time spent knitting with a cup of tea…just for me. It’s easy to throw yourself into your work of the day and forget to take a breath. We get so caught up with our daily lives…with our stuff…that we sometimes forget to take care of ourselves through God’s provision. His Word. His Caring. His Love for us. His Gifts that he gave us. 

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I study the Word at night. When I take a break, I knit conversations with God.

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““If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.”

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This was taken a ways back. I ran across it this week and it just makes me smile!

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I didn’t get much sleep Sunday night. I was SO excited about the shop opening. And, I admit…a little nervous. I went through everything in the shop, over and over, till I couldn’t see straight and I finally called it good a 2:00AM. When I woke up at 7:30 and turned the “Sleep Focus” off my phone, it chimed and jingled with all the notifications that told me you’d been busy looking and liking my shop. I was tickled to pieces!

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I woke up feeling like a student getting out of school with a glorious summer stretched out before her. That was a long stretch of work and it was such a joy to see it live. My work isn’t finished. I need to design new products every week but that’s the beautiful part of this. When you’re doing something you love, you never work. So, nearly eleven years ago, I set out to make money through my creativity. And here I am! Doing all the things!

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I finally got down to the studio yesterday to work on the quilt! Sometimes I need to have something give me a jump start to get motivated. Once I get back on the horse I can usually get things done. I got a little less than two rows of the quilt sewn together. I may just get this thing done before the wedding after all!

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Mr. FixIt fiddled around with some projects while I was sewing and working on the computer. I did laundry and just took such pleasure in a sunny spring day. I’m looking forward to a week of creating in a different way….rain or shine!

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“Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches. From your lofty abode you water the mountains; the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.”

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#Spring, #Quilt, #Sewing

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It all started when I decided to leave the rat race of medicine and try to make a living from my own creativity. I dropped down to part time at the neurology office and started making art jewelry from antique silverware and maps. As a matter of fact some of you have been with me since the very beginning and can remember my little Etsy shop. When I lost Mr. Virgo, I tried to keep the shop going, but once I sold the Colorado house and hit the road in my camper I kinda lost my mojo.

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Time passed and adventures came and I finally ended up on The Farm…the home of my heart. And I ran into Mr. FixIt…the holder of my heart. And now…its been ten years since Mr. Virgo’s passing and it’s time to turn a corner and do something wonderful and fresh and fun to take me through the NEXT ten years! The joy of my heart!

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Marshmallow Ranch is back on Etsy once again!!!!!

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It looks decidedly different than it did in the “old days”. My art is different. My skills are different. Shopping experiences are different. And most importantly…I AM DIFFERENT! What I am presenting to you today is a whole new vision that incorporates my art, my graphic design skills, my quirky sense of humor, and my desire to connect with people in ways I haven’t even thought of yet. 

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I’ve been working diligently on this project and I’m very happy with the way it turned out. I am offering ways for you to own my art…in the form of my photography, my compositions and graphic design elements, and my words…on clothing, accessories, shoes, tea towels, candles. From kitchen items all the way up to suitcases. I’ve combed over this time and again…and I’m sure there still are things that need to be tweaked a little here and there.

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There is a button pinned on my Facebook page as well as one on the blog that will lead you right to the shop. It’s not quite as easy to head back to the blog, but the quickest way is to use the back arrow key on your browser page. If you find things that need fixing, please don’t hesitate to let me know and I’ll fix it as soon as possible. 

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I hope you like the new shop. The category of listings is in the sidebar to the left. I will be adding things going forward…more home goods, clothing, and accessories as well as vintage items. And perhaps I’ll get back in the studio and make pretty things again with my hands one of these days. I hope you’ll keep me in mind for your shopping and gift-giving occasions!

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And, as in all things…to God be the Glory!

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Enjoy!!!

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 “…whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”

\n1 Corinthians 10:31 ESV\n
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The light pollution from Parkersburg to the west.

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I had to look up the origins of that phrase. Turns out, it was started by the writers of the Yogi Bear Show in 1961. It’s what the character “Snagglepuss” used to exclaim. His other memorable line was “Exit…stage left!” It’s the little things that keep me entertained!

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Anyway…I digress. How many times have I lamented over a trip to town turning into a trek the likes of which would tempt a lesser woman to lose her religion? Fortunately, Mr. FixIt’s doctor appointment wasn’t at the crack of dawn. That being said, I really don’t like late appointments either. I worked in medicine most of my life. I know what happens by 3:00 in the afternoon. Days can easily devolve into chaos and patients sit in an endless loop of boredom and frustration. It’s not for the faint of heart.

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Thankfully, my sweet husband had the foresight to head into town early to get the majority of our errands and shopping done before his 2:50 appointment. We went to my favorite store first…Rural King. We needed kitty litter, and we gave in and bought another bag of birdseed. Our feather kids have been busy at the feeders since they arrived from their winter abodes. We stopped to get a bite to eat and headed to the appointment.

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It was a stellar day yesterday. It got warmer than they predicted and the thermometer on the car said 54°! I sat in the car and worked on my project and finally…three hours later…Mr. FixIt came back to the car. The good news is, he’s improving and doesn’t have to come back for three months. The bad news is…sitting three hours in a doctor’s office isn’t any fun.

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We stopped to pick up a few groceries and headed home. We left home at 12:30 and got back at 7:30. I truly wish we lived just on the outskirts of town instead of out in the boonies. It would make life a lot easier. One of these days…we’ll get there. At least we’re heading in the right direction. I don’t have to be anywhere till Saturday when my high school girlfriends are meeting for coffee! We haven’t had a coffee date since December so it’s long overdue.

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I ordered something special for Little’s sixteenth birthday and it arrived yesterday. It was a custom order and turned out better than I could have imagined! I’ll share it with you all after they’ve opened the gift so I won’t run the risk of spoiling the surprise…theirs and mine. Cryptic! It is so har for e to believe that my Little Bear is nearly sixteen! I mean…where on earth has the time gone. They were only five when Mr. Virgo died. They barely remember him anymore.

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Time has a way of slipping away from us. The days were long, but the years were short.

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“For as the earth brings forth its sprouts, and as a garden causes what is sown in it to sprout up, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to sprout up before all the nations.”

\nIsaiah 61:11 ESV\n
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It’s truly wonderful to end a good solid day of work with a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. Listing all four big items at once had its up and down sides. On the upside, we got it done in a hurry. On the downside…we got it done in a HURRY!!! Mr. FixIt didn’t expect me to list all the campers at once and the big hybrid was still filled with Mr. FixIt Jr’s camping gear from several years ago. All that needed to be taken out, so it got stuffed in the back of Frankie the Ford. 

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Then, the Franklin sold fast. I told the fella that bought it I would go out to the farm on Wednesday morning and get all the wood, windows, and screens that had been removed to make room for renovations. They’ve been in the barn since 2017. However, in order to go to the farm and load up, we had to unload the camping gear that was already in back. There just weren’t enough hours in the day, so with great apologies, I told the new owner I would have to bring the items to them ASAP.

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We had rain forecast for last night, so we needed to hustle. We still had some of our own camping gear in the cab of the truck, so as Mr. FixIt emptied things, I sorted them and put what we could use in the new camper. The rest we set aside for Mr. FixIt Jr to get at his leisure. Once the truck was emptied, we headed over to the farm. The first thing I noticed when I got close enough to see the front yard was the big old elm tree that has been dead for years was down. It turns out, it came down in the bad windstorm we had last weekend and the neighbor across the road cut it up. I’m so grateful it didn’t come down and hurt anyone.

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Once we got the truck filled up again, we headed back home. The people we bought the camper from had extra things for it like windows and wood and we had a window out of an old mobile home we thought we’d put in it but then time got away from us and our interests went elsewhere. We drove the load up the the new owners in Ohio and they are just the sweetest people ever! They had another old camper there. I walked around the corner to look at it and ran right smack dab into two of the cutest little donkeys! It was a fun trip.

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We stopped at Lowe’s and picked up our new hose reel then went to Wendy’s for a little late supper. We finally got home about 10:00 and we’re beat! I don’t think there’s anything more scheduled for the week…but, there’s not much week left, right? It’s good to be busy and productive…and so grateful for the strength to do the things and for the blessing of having things to do!

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““For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease. Though its root grow old in the earth, and its stump die in the soil, yet at the scent of water it will bud and put out branches like a young plant.”

\nJob 14:7-9 ESV\n
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Some days feel magical and yesterday was one of them. We needed to go to town to get the duplicate title for The Big Birdhouse. I looked everywhere…all the places y’all suggested and it just wasn’t anywhere to be found. And, you know what? God has our backs. What I thought was a pain in the butt with two trips to town to the DMV, turned out to save us so much trouble in the end. It turns out, there was a problem with the title. When the gal at the DMV pulled up the VIN number…two vehicles came up. That’s not good. It turns out, when the camper was originally titled, someone made a typo. This could have really mucked things up in the sale…especially for the new buyers, so I am grateful for that.

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As you might imagine, sitting in the DMV on the first Monday of the month was….ummmm…time consuming, to say the least. However, one of our classmates was there and we got to sit and visit for a while. I got called up and Sharon sat with Mr. FixIt. She laughed later and said, “He has great stories!” Ahhhh, my friend…you have no idea. He has a story for every occasion and it’s one of the things I love the most about him. It was really cute when we walked into the DMV. We were holding hands and this woman came out of the building, looked at us, smiled, and said, “Awwwww, how sweet!” We walk hand-in-hand all the time. It’s just who we are.

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After we finally got out of there, we headed straight to City Park to walk. It was 76° out there and the sky was a cerulean blue with big puffy clouds. We decided to head to Der Dog Haus for a late lunch, early dinner. I’ve been craving ribs lately, and when I saw that one of the specials was BBQ Pork sandwich that’s actually made from the meat from their ribs. I was in “hog heaven”, so to speak. 

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We left and headed home with the windows down and the sun roof open. My heart was soaring. I know I’ve said this before, but even though March is the the month we lost Mr. Virgo, there is a day in there that I feel the bars come down and I’m released from the grey gloomies of winter. I remember when I first lost Mr. Virgo, I thought to myself, “If he had to die, it was on the cusp of spring. It would have been so much harder to head into the depths of winter as a new widow.”

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One more week and we hit the ten year mark since Mr. Virgo’s death. I have been sharing stories about him. Mr. FixIt isn’t the only one with great stories. I could listen to both of these kind men tell their stories over and over and never get bored. We enjoyed watching The Voice last night. 

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And we stared at the moon…hand-in-hand.

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“When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?”

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I don’t know about you, but I have a really hard time sleeping the night before I have to get up and go someplace. I set my alarm, then I lay there and tell myself I’d better hurry up and get to sleep because if I don’t get to sleep pretty soon, I’m going to be overly tired then I might sleep through the alarm and then I keep looking at the clock…one hour…two hours…if I get to sleep right now, I’ll still get four hours and that’s doable…another hour…God, I’m giving this to you…(not really…I can’t stop looking at the clock)…so, if I go to sleep right this minute, I’ll get two whole hours of sleep…that’s better than nothing, I can do this…ALARM!!!! Are you KIDDING me??? I just went to sleep!!!!!

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Anybody? It can’t just be me.

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Anyway, I got up and showered and out the door in record time and arrived at the doctor’s office with enough time to check my emails before I went in. I really liked the doctor. I was basically just getting established in case my parathyroid issues rise up again. The good news is, I no longer have Primary Hyperparathyroidism! The surgery worked. I do however have to reduce my phosphorus intake. Mine’s a little elevated and that can make some of the other numbers go wacky. Overall, pretty good news!

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The weather was stellar yesterday. It was 75° with big puffy white clouds in a gorgeous blue sky. I drove around with the sunroof and the windows open and breathed in all that fresh air. I went to my new hairdresser and she could not believe how fast my hair has grown. I’ve been using a shampoo I bought in the shop and it’s growing out really healthy. A little yellowed at the ends so I’m going to try a purple shampoo once a week to see if it corrects. 

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One of the highlights of my day was having lunch at Panera. A huge salad (this was before I found out that leafy greens are high in phosphorus!) and a large Diet Coke (another no-no!) So, what can you do? You do the best you can, right?

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I had a Zoom meeting then went on the hunt for something Mr. FixIt needs for his woodworking project. Of course, they are phasing out exactly what he wanted so we have to travel about 37 miles each way to find it. I understand…when I want a specific product, I want what I want. I can’t begrudge him the same thing.

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As I drove home from town yesterday, there were flowering trees actually blooming! This is WAY too early for that. The climate is changing faster and faster and it’s troublesome. The fierce snowstorms this week are crazy. I mean…a blizzard just outside of Los Angeles? Nuts!

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The clouds looked downright angelic last night. It was still in the 70’s!

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I hope you all are faring well out there. Please be safe and take good care of each other! Our temps take a nosedive today with a high of 47° and a low of 29°. Big difference from yesterday.

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“He makes springs pour water into the ravines; it flows between the mountains.”

\nPsalms 104:10 NIV\n
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I know I’ve written about him here. I’ve told you stories…maybe you remember them. Maybe you don’t. But he owns the biggest piece of real estate in my heart and it’s so full of love for my big brother. I just have to write again because yesterday pulled at my heartstrings.

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From my earliest memories, I was his champion. I interpreted for him when others couldn’t understand his speech impediment. If anyone so much as looked at him wrong, I was ready to take them down. I was his protector. He was my loyal friend. 

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I knew he had more going for him than mom thought. She treated him like a child…cutting his meat, doing his laundry, counting out his medicines. If I was his protector, Mom was his Protector in Chief. That’s why she kept him close. No one could love and care for her boy like she could. No one.

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I saw his potential. I knew he could learn more, do more, live more. He could read. As a matter of fact, he has always been a voracious reader. He has a penchant for non-fiction…autobiographies, mainly. He’ll tell you he likes to read anything. Except spooky things, and what he refers to as “lovey-dovey” stuff. 

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Our mom was only seventy-eight when she died. She got sick, really sick, but she refused to go to the hospital because she wouldn’t take my brother with her and she couldn’t leave him home alone. So, she laid on the couch for five days till I threatened to call the ambulance myself. Finally, I called her sister and told her she had to go to mom’s and take her to the ER. 

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She was gone twelve hours later. 

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I’ll never forget the time I came for a visit and the topic of Gary’s care came up. I promised her I would see to it that he was always well taken care of. She looked at me and cocked her head. The wheels were turning. She was summing up what I was saying. Or, more accurately…what I wasn’t saying.

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“What do you mean? You’ll be taking care of him in your home, of course!”

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“Mama…you know I love my brother as much as I love life itself, but that will not work for me OR for him. He needs to have opportunities to learn and grow and experience things in a loving, nurturing environment. Somewhere with people who are trained to give him the life he deserves. Like I said, I will fight to the death to make sure he is well cared for and he’s happy. But it won’t be in my house. I hope you’ll understand.”

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I wasn’t about to lie to her and tell her “Of course!” I loved and respected her too much for that. I’d been after her for years to bring him to Colorado and let him participate in the very program he is now involved with but she refused. She wouldn’t listen. But, my brother did. He never forgot there was a place for him in this world and he was determined he would live there.

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I told you all about my decision to keep him in the capable hands of these earth angels. I told you I felt guilty because I thought I could bring him here till I found out the funding would be an insurmountable obstacle. I told you his six month evaluation was coming up. And I was dreading it.

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My stomach was in knots for the last three days. I was afraid of hurting him or disappointing him. I was afraid he would balk at the suggestion. His evaluation was yesterday and I sat in via video chat. We were happy to see each other. His beard was trimmed. He was a sight for sore eyes, as my grandma used to say. 

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The meeting went well. We’ll move foreword with plans. They’ll take him over to hang out with the new housemates, two of whom he has known for many years. They’ll start getting him to the day program and let him take the shuttle bus to town to shop since his mobility will be a little decreased in the new place. 

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The best part? He was enthusiastic and he totally understood about the funding issues and why we couldn’t bring him here. I told him I would send an Amazon Echo so we can video chat more frequently. I think it will help both of us to see each other more often.

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I am relieved. God is so good…and so generous to us. 

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Thank you, Jesus…for looking out for my Bubby!

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“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;”

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I can live through the darkest of winters. Especially when God gifts us a day like yesterday. As a matter of fact, we’ve had a lot of sunny days the last two or three weeks. The sun was shining brightly yesterday and big puffy clouds drifted across a sky the color of a fine piece of Wedgewood. It was so delicious you could almost taste spring. 

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My dear friend Gail sent me a screenshot of a spinning wheel she’s been wanting forever and wondered how close I lived to the seller. Turns out, it was just 20 miles away so with a few texts back and forth, we made the arrangements for me to pick it up. Since yesterday was a stellar pre-spring sun-fest, Mr. FixIt and I decided to drive down to pick up Gail’s treasure and go the long way around.

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The seller’s name was Cathy. Gail found her on Marketplace and didn’t know her from Adam, however…they have a mutual friend. Cathy is as sweet as honey. When we arrived in her small town, I called her and she talked me to her with turn-by-turn directions. The place where we parked was on an incline and I was struggling with the door and trying to get the money out of my purse. She ran to hold the door for me. 

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When I finally got out of the car, she held out two big bags of apples. 

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“You like apples?” She asked, her smile as radiant as the day itself.

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“Sure! Who doesn’t like apples?” I smiled back.

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“Well, my husband drives a tow truck and he ran on a call this weekend. A tractor trailer rolled on a highway in Ohio. It was packed full of apples and that company said to just throw them away! My husband said not on his watch so he packed up as many as he could carry and brought them home. I called my girlfriend and we went to work and we’re giving everyone we know some of these beautiful apples!”

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Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I gladly took the apples and I’ll bake some pies with them. We loaded up the spinning wheel and headed home. People are good, y’all. They’re out here being selfless and doing good things and helping others. The Good Lord brought us an abundance of sunshine yesterday…from the sky, and from a sweet lady named Cathy. We drove off, hand in hand, feeling really good about the day and thanked God for the blessings.

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Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends!

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“Everything in the world is about to be wrapped up, so take nothing for granted. Stay wide-awake in prayer. Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything. Be quick to give a meal to the hungry, a bed to the homeless—cheerfully. Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God’s words; if help, let it be God’s hearty help. That way, God’s bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he’ll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes!”

\n1 Peter 4:7-11 MSG\n
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The View out Grandma’s Window

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Before I say anything else, I want to thank you all for your wonderful, supportive comments yesterday about my dilemma and what I should do with my brother as he ages. Your words meant so much to me it brought tears to my eyes. I know others who have blogs and I swear…I can’t imagine they have readers as kind and supportive as you all! Thank you from the bottom of my heart…you really made me feel better.

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I stayed that extra night at the farm so I could hear the rain on the tin roof. It goes right through me to the depths of my spirit and soothes me. I fiddled around for a while yesterday morning then finally got things put together and headed home. We have had some beautiful sunny days the last week or two. I didn’t get home till 2:00…too late to start painting. We did get a few chores done. We took the big ceiling vent out where the old whole house exhaust fan lives. Mr. FixIt wanted to paint it. It was quite the chore for the two of us, but it wasn’t heavy…just awkward. Of course, now we have a huge gaping hole up to the attic and I’m praying there aren’t any critters up there that want to make their presence known!

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It’s supposed to get up to nearly 70° today! It’ll be a lovely day to start painting because we can open the windows. Hopefully we can knock this job out in a relatively short time because I have lots of work to do on this project and I need to get back to the wedding quilt in a hurry. June will be here before we know it!

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We are coming up to the tenth anniversary of Mr. Virgo’s death soon. I never dreamed I’d survive that, let alone make it ten years! There’s something I’ve put off all these ten years and I cannot put it off any longer. I’ve never put a monument on Mr. Virgo’s grave. I know, it’s shameful. But it was all so…final. It’s the “last thing” and I just didn’t want to face it. I pushed it to the back burner, but it just seems right to do it now. The trouble is, I can’t put my finger on some of the paperwork, so it’s something else that’s been added to the very long list of things I’m working on. At least it’s in the process now.

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This is another one of those things I’m telling myself not to feel guilty about. Everyone’s grief is different and there isn’t a set schedule for when these things have to be completed. Did any of you put those kinds of things off? 

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““Is there anyone here who, planning to build a new house, doesn’t first sit down and figure the cost so you’ll know if you can complete it? If you only get the foundation laid and then run out of money, you’re going to look pretty foolish. Everyone passing by will poke fun at you: ‘He started something he couldn’t finish.’”

\nLuke 14:28-30 MSG\n
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One of the greatest joys of motherhood is when your adult child texts and asks how you cooked a dish they loved in their childhood. In an instant, you travel back to the kitchen of their youth. The sounds of their little feet running through the kitchen and hugging your legs as you do the dishes. The smell of the chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven and the look on their faces when their nose leads them to your side. The sight of the top of their head as they read or talk on the phone with a friend.

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Priceless memories come flooding back at the simplest of requests. This week it was how long to bake the homemade chicken pot pie I used to make. After I gave her the recipe, I added that I made a couple great pasta dishes last week if she’d like to have those as well. When my phone dinged, I picked it up and smiled. 

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“Those sound great!”

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I raised my first child as I was growing up myself. How she got through my ineptitude, I’ll never know…other than the fact that she has good genes and great grandmas. I was way too much Chicken Little and far to little Eleanor Roosevelt. I think the one thing I stressed the most to her was to believe in herself and trust her gut. She has turned into one of the strongest and most level headed women I’ve ever known. She is her dad’s daughter. Her sister is my clone.

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Whenever Daughter #1 is faced with a trying situation…one that would make me crumble in a puddle of anxiety, she just seems to glide through it calm and steady. I asked her once how she does that. She said it was simple. She just doesn’t have the bandwidth to freak out about every little thing. She doesn’t borrow tomorrow’s worry. She gauges what she can do about it in the moment, she sees that it’s done in the moment, then she’ll re-evaluate as needed.

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Amazing!

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I actually have learned a lot from her in the last couple of years. WWJD has a double meaning for me. What would Jesus do? And…What would J**** do? Convenient that their names both start with J and have five letters. Lately, I’ve taken to thinking those two questions before I head down a spiral of anxiety and it’s really paying off.

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You’ve heard me talk about my dear friend, Gail. Well, last night Gail texted me and said there was a fire nearby…they could see flames. BIG flames. As the reports came in, it turned out to be the fiery train derailment that occurred in East Palestine, Ohio around 9:00PM Eastern Time. This happened about a mile from their house. We chatted back and forth throughout the evening till quite late. Every time my tummy would start to feel the vaguest sensation of butterflies, I would remind myself not to borrow tomorrow’s worries and deal with what I could do something about. 

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The only thing I could do was listen, love, and pray that God would protect my friends. I was so grateful to learn yesterday morning that no one had been injured, and it didn’t look like there was any immediate health threat to the populace. We seem to go on cruise control, don’t we? We never know when the boat is going to be rocked and threaten to spill us out into chaos. Thank God things weren’t any worse.

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I spent yesterday working on this project and had some major break throughs. Sometimes I just have to let a process marinate in my head for a time then all of a sudden, it clicks and all the pieces start to fall into place. When it did, I wanted to stand up and do the happy dance. Instead, I made a big pot of spaghetti and celebrated over a yummy dinner with Mr. FixIt!

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Today, I’m taking the day off to rest. We’ll watch church online, have a nice brunch, and I’ll knit while Mr. FixIt watches TV and naps gently in his Big Red Chair. The past three mornings have been sunny and gorgeous. Let’s hope we get a fourth!

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“There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did from his.”

\nHebrews 4:9-10 NIV\n
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#Rest, #Sabbath, #Wisdom

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Groundhog Day comes every year and I don’t really recall ever hearing “Spring is JUST around the corner!!!” It’s always “Six More Weeks of Winter!!!” Right…so what else is new? It’s the first week of February. Of course there’s more winter! But I can pretty much guarantee you Spring will come a lot sooner in WV than it will for my Colorado family. Or for many of you, as well. 

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I woke up yesterday morning and snuggled in with Mr. FixIt for the morning news review on our phones. He looks up the weather and reports to me. I look up the most recent news flash and report to him. We check our schedules to see where we need to be or what chores must be accomplished. Then I pull up my “To Do List” and add things we think of…usually something we need at the store or a prescription to pick up. The most important “news” that starts our day is “How did you sleep?” Sleep reports are big news anymore! Finally, we check the blood sugar and decide what’s for breakfast.

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I padded down the hall to the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. If we don’t have anywhere to go, I’ll start breakfast. Mr. FixIt lets the cat out and starts the fire in the family room. We looked outside yesterday morning and the sun was shining. We knew that ol’ groundhog was full of it. We surely don’t have SIX more weeks of winter! It’s time to start scheduling some camping trips for the season that’ll be here before we know it.

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Since it was such a sunshiny day, and since we had some errands that really needed doing in town, we bundled up and headed out in the 30° weather and hit the road. We got our usual breakfast sandwich at the Golden Arches, then made our stops throughout town…methodically planning each to keep us from zig-zagging and retracing our steps.

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Our first stop was Harbor Freight. I’ve told y’all before…if this man wants to have his way with me, he takes me to a hardware store! I am NOT your typical frou-frou fancy chick. Not anymore, anyway. I threw my tiara out the window a long time ago. I set my sights on a piece of hardware I needed to replace. A lot of my important tools were stolen out of a storage unit in Colorado when I was selling my house ten years ago. Many of which, it turns out, Mr. FixIt has in that “hardware store” we call a building out back. This tool he did not have. It looked like Harbor Freight didn’t either, till the clerk checked in back and they just happened to receive a new shipment that hadn’t been put on the shelves yet. Mama was a happy camper…because…it was on sale for 25% off. Excellent!

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After a quick stop at Sam’s, where spring was evident at every turn, we went to my other favorite store…Rural King. Our best dates end up at Rural King!!! Free popcorn and all things farm related. We needed more birdseed because these freeloaders are eating us out of house and home. We deferred replacing the broken feeder till next year. We have three big feeders, two suet baskets, a window feeder, and a finch sock out there…that will get them by. The big 40# bags of birdseed were sold out. We bought one 20# bag and stopped at Ollie’s Discount Store to see if they had some. They had little 5# bags for more than we paid for the 20# so that was a no go.

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Our last stop took us to Walmart for the rest of the items on the list. They had 20# bags of birdseed there so we topped off what we needed. It turns out, buying birdseed has become a $4 Billion industry in this country. Feeding birds is big business. We feed them because we love them. We love watching them flit around the feeders and the ground below. It’s tranquil and therapeutic. It strikes a chord deep within each of us…food is love and feeding those we love soothes our souls. 

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Feeding our feathered friends has been a tradition in this country for over a hundred years. We all can remember the little back yard bird feeders at our grandma’s or auntie’s house. They might have purchased a small bag of seed and doled it out over the winter in order to catch a glimpse of a colorful bird like a cardinal or a bluejay or what have you. But when the pandemic hit, participation in the hobby of feeding birds exploded because we were stuck at home and needed a diversion.

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We’ll keep feeding our birds as long as we can afford the seed. And maybe we don’t need to buy that extra feeder after all. We stop feeding in the spring. We do start in the fall, but it really doesn’t pick up to the “spendy” category till late winter or early spring. We don’t feed in summer because there’s plenty of natural forage and even if there’s food in the feeder, you rarely get a bird come in for that kind of seed when there’s a plethora of worms and grubs and bugs to nosh on.

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We were back home by 4:00-ish. We missed the school bus traffic and the state highway people were finished with the major tree-trimming project they’re doing on our little two-lane blacktop. I have nothing scheduled till the 13th, so I can dig in and get some work done on this project. The learning curve seems to get steeper and steeper, but I am bound and determined to do this! I may go out to The Farm for a few days. No TV…no cooking and cleaning the kitchen. Just peace and quiet and faster internet, if you can believe that.

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It was good to have a day out in the sunshine, getting some exercise, and hanging with my best fella. Some of you may have gotten a glimpse of Mr. FixIt Tuesday night when I inadvertently posted his birthday picture to this page instead of my personal page. It was only up for a few minutes till I discovered my error. If you did get to see him…you’re one of the few who have gazed upon his handsome visage! Lucky you!!!

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“Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.”

\nPsalm 104:12 ESV\n
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Bailey had the sweetest “sugar face”!

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When Billy Graham was asked, “Do dogs to go heaven?”, the great Evangelist replied, “God will prepare everything for our perfect happiness in Heaven, and if it takes my dog being there, I believe he’ll be there.” I notice he didn’t say anything about cats, but I’m sure they go, too. 

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I’ve lost a few dogs. The two that hurt me the most were Boofer and Sidney. Boofer was an Aussie-Blue Healer mix who was the smartest dog I’ve ever known. You just talked to her and she knew what you wanted. Unfortunately, she got a pituitary tumor when she was only seven and we had her put down. I was very pregnant and it was just awful. 

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We waited a couple of years before we got another dog. That’s when Sidney came to join us. He was a huge purebred Black Lab. He was the runt of the litter and wasn’t sold before the owners were leaving for vacation. In a desperate bid to find him a good home, they went down to our local Walmart and held him up for puppy snuggles.

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I knew as soon as I looked in his soulful brown eyes that he was the man for me. I brought him home and sat in the front yard waiting for my family to get home for the surprise. Everyone was instantly in love and he graced us with his presence for fourteen years. 

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I didn’t have another dog till Mr. Virgo came along with this little ten year old Yorkie-Maltese mix named Cricket. She was a feisty, yappy little dog who needed all kinds of care. I’d never had to get a dog groomed before and, while I loved her because I loved Mr. Virgo, it wasn’t close to the love I felt for my two special companions.

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We had to release Cricket from her pain in January 2013. We had her cremated and her little tiny box sat on the hall table, waiting for the spring flower bed to become her new home. Then, just two months later, Mr. Virgo was gone. The funeral director told us we could bring mementos from home and place them in the casket if we wished. The first thing I thought of was Cricket, so she went with my sweetheart…tucked in the crook of his arm. 

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After I became a widow, my kids said I should get a dog, but I just didn’t have it in me. I was getting ready to go on my Grand Adventure in the little camper I bought. The group of gals I camped with had few rules but one they were adamant about was no doggies. That wasn’t the only deterrent, though. I just did not want to be responsible for anyone or anything. It was everything I could do to learn to take care of myself. 

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“Our dogs” are now the ones we love but don’t have to take care of. And last week, we heard the sad news that one of our grand-doggies…Bailey…went to the great dog run in the sky. She was a Chocolate Lab-Pitbull mix. It’s always so hard to lose a beloved pet and when we do, it’s perfectly normal to grieve as much as we do for human family members. I always try to remember to reach out to my friends whom I know have lost a pet because I know what it feels like when everyone moves on with their lives and I was left holding a bag full of grief.

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So, do our beloved companions go to heaven? I have to say an unequivocal YES! There is no sweeter soul than those of babies and dogs. (OK, cat people…I’m sure your fur babies are there too…along with gerbils and bird and hamsters and ferrets and turtles…you get the drift.) Hubby #2 tells me, “We don’t deserve dogs.” They are just pure goodness. And I believe they’ll be waiting for us to arrive.

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If you have lost a beloved family pet, please feel free to leave a picture here. Tell us their name and breed. How long you had them. How long it’s been. Let us hold you with a lingering hug and share in your memories, won’t you? I would love to see your fur babies.

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“That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.”

\nRomans 8:18-21 MSG\n
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Me, after the week I’ve had with all these computer glitches!

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Is it just me or are you having trouble with your electronics? My computer is glitchy. So is my iPad and iPhone. The TV picture has been pixelated for weeks now off and on. And don’t get me started on the internet! I’ve spent hours the last two days scanning my hard drives. Running virus scans. Backing up my iPad. Trying to dump extra data off of it. It’s frustrating. Why don’t things just work like they’re supposed to? 

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I know, I know…first world problems. We have become so entrenched in the digital age…how on earth would we do things if the whole system crashed? Younger generations don’t know a time without computers and cell phones and the internet. They wouldn’t know how to bank, how to write a check, how to…well, do just about anything.

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I’m knee deep in this project and I’m loving it…except for the glitchy electronics. It can’t just be me. My dear friend Sue told me the other night they were also having trouble with their Roku and something else…phones, maybe. My e-mails aren’t even moving right. And it’s not just the WiFi. It’s cell data, too. But, I have to remind myself that we do live in the boonies and our service here is powered by two possums and a squirrel. 

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The good thing is, I’m moving ever forward. 

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I elected to stay home yesterday and try to tease out some of these snags in quiet. Mr. FixIt went to his appointment and ran errands. He brought home a bake-at-home pizza that he got for $5. Honestly, you could have read the newspaper through that crust. I’m here to tell ya…that was some of the most flavorful pizza I’ve ever had. Since the crust was so thin, it didn’t make me feel like I had a lead football in my stomach afterward. It’s from Mama Cozzi’s Pizza Kitchen. He bought it at Aldi’s…our new favorite grocery store. It’s billed as a cut rate market with items from around the world. The only staff on hand are the folks running the cash register and someone stocking the shelves and you have to bring your own bags or use the boxes they’re throwing out. That keeps the overhead low and it’s reflected in the prices.

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Mr. FixIt is heading up to the WVU basketball game with his son and I’m staying here to get some more work done. I promise I’m going to get some fun stuff in as well. I’m glad I came up with this idea at this time of year…I have much more free time than I would in the summer.

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As I was writing yesterday’s post, the date seemed familiar somehow. I thought about it a bit then it occurred to me…I married Hubby #1 fifty years ago. I know I’ve mentioned that in the past few weeks, but at the time, it just flew right over my head. I sent him a text and told him how glad I was we were still friends. I’ve known him even longer than I’ve known Mr. FixIt. Hubby #1 and I officially met in Junior High. His family and mine have been intertwined since before I was born.

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I know there are people who get out of horrible marriages and have nothing to do with their exes. I can understand that it’s different for everyone and I don’t judge them one bit. I’m fortunate to have two ex-husbands that I managed to remain friends…even family…with. I worked hard for that connection because it was easier for our kids and easier for us in the long run. And, it sets an example of good behavior for the younger generations should there be a breakup in their marriages…God forbid.

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I’m sending some intentions out before God surrounding this project, for the items I need to make it easier, and for the venture to be a success. I’m reminding myself that Philippians 4:13 isn’t just referring to getting through the horrors in life. I believe we can use that scripture to help us work through the hard stuff, the frustrating stuff, the stuff that seems never-ending. We CAN succeed through Christ who strengthens us when we approach him through prayers and thanksgiving.

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“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.”

\nPhilippians 4:6 NIV\n
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#Prayer, #Strength, #Thanksgiving

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The other day I was browsing through my Facebook feed and saw a friend from high school had posted pictures of his wedding back in the mid-‘70s. It reminded me of my own to Hubby #1. We were so young. I haven’t seen the pictures for many years. I gave the wedding album to Daughter #1 a long, long time ago, but I can assure you…it was a quite simple affair. 

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I wore a dress I had made for a dance program in my senior year. It was white dotted Swiss with long, sheer sleeves and an empire waist. My Maid of Honor was my best friend, Martha. She wore my formal from the Sweetheart dance I went to in the spring before graduation. My parents didn’t have money for a big wedding. And big weddings weren’t de rigueur…not in my circles, anyway.

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One of Mom’s friends made little almond tea cookies. We borrowed the punch bowl and made the usual “punch” with orange sherbet, ginger ale, and cranberry juice. There were a couple bowls of mixed nuts and the obligatory wedding cake. Quite a modest spread compared to today’s over-the-top extravaganza. The average price for a wedding this year will run a whopping $29,000! I’ll bet we didn’t spend $200, and that included flowers and decorations. 

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I have had three weddings since then. My most extravagant was with Mr. Virgo because that’s what he did for a living…hospitality management. We got married in my favorite restaurant and had a sit down brunch for 75 people. It was a lot fun and including the photographer, we probably spent $8,000. Of course, we highly expected it to be my last wedding so we went all out. And we know how that ended. 

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If you’ve been around a while, you know Mr. FixIt and I got married in the near field here at Marshmallow Ranch. (I used to refer to our place as The Ponderosa, but Marshmallow Ranch gives credence to the grounds.) We rented a tent. We bought bales of hay for the seating and covered the bales with a collection of old quilts. We had a two tiered cake made. I made my bouquet and Mr. FixIt’s boutonniere with silk flowers from Michael’s along with decorating the tent with twinkle lights, balloons, baskets of mums and assorted pumpkins. I smoked four pork butts and served pulled pork sandwiches, chips, and soda. Pretty simple stuff and we maybe spent $2500.

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Simplicity. There’s something to be said for it. Gone are the days when I lived the affluent life. And honestly…I am quite happy living this simple country life with my Mr. FixIt. As with most of the people I know, our retirement income is pretty well fixed so we are careful with our money. And we are creative in ways to bring more in while we have the wherewithal to do so. 

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You don’t have to live on five acres to have a peaceful country life. I’ve lived every bit as much a country life on a main thoroughfare in Denver. “Country live” is as much a state of mind as it is mowing and tending to a large parcel of land, gardens, and animals. I stumbled across a trove of Mother Earth News Magazines back in in the late ‘70s. I canned our food, baked our bread, cultured our yogurt, made grape nuts from scratch and raised a garden in the side yard. I sewed clothes for my daughter and myself. AND worked full time putting Hubby #2 through medical school. 

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I took the weekend off from my studio where I’ve been working on my new project. I needed a good break. I didn’t feel well Friday night wasn’t sure I’d make it to our youngest great grandson’s 1st birthday party yesterday, but a good night’s sleep and a hot shower and I was ready to go. We all had a great time at the party at one of the fast food restaurants with a playground for the kids. The adults got to visit while the littles ran around like their hair was on fire…whooping and hollering. 

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I’ve ended up being exactly where I want to be.

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““Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.”

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I read the other day that the most depressing day of the year is January 16th. Their reasoning is, it’s dark and cold, the holiday fun is over, but the bills for that fun are coming in. If I can’t pay cash for it, I don’t buy it unless it’s something emergent, so I don’t have increased bills coming in mid-January. Still, I can see where they’re coming from. I think that’s one reason we leave our lights up till Valentine’s Day.

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I’ve noticed huge changes in my demeanor the last couple of months. My PCP added two new meds…one for my anxiety and the other to help me sleep…(neither are habit forming) and they are working splendidly. Now that I’m not so anxious all the time and the quantity and quality of my sleep has improved, I have much more energy and creativity. I have so many great ideas and I’m excited about implementing them. 

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It all centers around the tenth “angelversary” of Mr. Virgo’s death. It’s a monumental stop on this path and marks a change in my thinking. I survived something I felt I couldn’t. Not only have I survived, I turned my pain into purpose and purpose into a platform. I’m feeling that same metamorphosis coming on and this time it’s exciting.

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Yesterday was God’s day and we headed into it with no real plans. We had an hourlong video chat with my “in-loves” (the new term I’ve learned referring to my son-in-law’s parents.) Even though it was still quite cold, the sun was beckoning us to go DO something. We drove to town to get a Popeye’s chicken sandwich…my FAVORITE fast food. (Next comes Arby’s, though I don’t know why. I’m not totally sure it’s real meat, but it sure tastes good!) Then we went through the car wash, toweled it all down, vacuumed, and cleaned the interior. Once we were finished, we took our shiny car to one of the grandkid’s house to see the birthday boy since we missed his 3rd Birthday party on Saturday. Thankfully, Pumpkin Kitty was perfectly normal yesterday and we put her in the building before we left!

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It was a perfect day of rest. I spoke with my brother and with my Uncle Bud on the phone. And now I’m ready to face a busy week with enthusiasm and gratitude!

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“Don’t just do what you have to do to get by, but work heartily, as Christ’s servants doing what God wants you to do. And work with a smile on your face, always keeping in mind that no matter who happens to be giving the orders, you’re really serving God. Good work will get you good pay from the Master, regardless of whether you are slave or free.”

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“Pumpkin Kitty snoozing on her mama.”
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One thing that has certainly changed since Mr. Virgo’s death is my perceptions. Life itself is finite and the veil is so thin. You’re here. Then you aren’t here. When that reality actually sinks in…when it’s been someone who means the world to you…you will never, ever see life the the same way. It’s inescapable.

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We had a near tragedy here at Marshmallow Ranch yesterday. Mr. FixIt waited for the temp to come up a bit before he let Pumpkin Kitty out of her cozy building to get a little fresh air. We were supposed to go to town around 10:30am for a birthday party, but we had a little skiff of snow and the scuttlebutt on Facebook said the roads were glazed with ice. I don’t like this road in good weather. I just had this niggling feeling we needed to stay home.

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After Mr. FixIt let the cat out, he went to the building to refill the bird feeders. I was sitting in the living room, working on my laptop, when I hear this blood curdling scream. I ran to the door and listened and I could tell it was coming from inside the fenced yard. At first, I thought it was Mr. FixIt and something had happened to him. Then I realized it was an animal. Sound travels weird out here with the metal building and I couldn’t tell where the sound was coming from. 

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I was going to go on the other side of the pool because it sounded like it was perhaps an animal that was hit on the road above us. Then, suddenly I heard splashing water. Something was in the pool! With my heart in my throat, I ran to the edge of the pool and there was our Pumpkin Kitty, sinking to the bottom, her eyes opened wide!

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I reached down as far as I could without jumping in myself, and grabbed the scruff of her neck. I knew if I let go of her, she would run off and freeze to death. So I ran to the door of the building and yelled to Mr. FixIt to come in the house right away…I needed him. Then I ran into the house and wrapped the poor soggy cat in three thick towels. Mr. FixIt popped his head in the door of the bathroom and asked what he could do. 

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I asked him to plug his heating pad into the power strip by the Big Red Chair. I went out and sat in the chair and he covered the kitty and me with my fleece throw and wrapped the heating pad around the poor cat. She was shivering like crazy, but I held her close…something she detests. (The picture above is an old photo. The last thing I was thinking about yesterday was taking a picture of me holding her. I just wanted her to get warm!) Those towels were wrapped around her tight and she wasn’t getting away. I sat there for a couple hours, rocking her and whispering comforting words to her.

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Then I asked Mr. FixIt to get her popup enclosure out of the garage. It looks something like a popup tent with screened in sides. We put a big blanket in the enclosure and I put Pumpkin inside. By this time she was pretty dry. I placed the enclosure over near the gas stove in the corner, and there she stayed for the rest of the day. She was finally warm and cozy and she slept for a couple of hours. 

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By the late afternoon, we took her back out to her heated bedroom and she snuggled right into the blankets in her bed. We dodged a huge bullet yesterday, but it taught me a lesson. I’ve been looking at animal safety ladders for pools. I never bought one because I didn’t find one that looked like it could support a cat. They’re mostly for frogs and squirrels. I have designed one that will support a good sized animal and will buy the necessary supplies to build one right away. 

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But first, I needed to figure out how she fell in the pool. She loves to walk around the railing of the pool. She has never slipped in before, but we had that dusting of snow Thursday night. Judging by her footprints, we figure she went to the railing and when she jumped up, she slipped on the ice and fell in. Let me tell you…we’ll be figuring out some way to keep her out of that pool one way or another, that’s for sure.

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This explains the nudging…the whispering of the Holy Spirit…telling me not to go to town. Because, if we would have, there is no way our poor kitty would have survived. We were meant to be there to help her. I’m hoping this teaches her a lesson and she stays away from the pool. But no matter what, we’re coming up with something to protect her…and all other kitties that may come along and try the same thing. We live in the country. Pumpkin is an outdoor kitty…with a twist. She has a 30’x40’ building with a heated bed and heated water dish. She has treats and good food and blankets. She’s a good mouser. We haven’t seen a mouse since she came to live with us in 2019. She’s one of the most pampered outdoor cats you’ll ever find.

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We needed to go to town later in the afternoon so we left after we put her to bed. On the way there, we saw places where cars had slid off the road which further convinced us God didn’t want us going to that birthday party. I feel so guilty because I dropped the ball on creating a safety device to prevent this from happening. 

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Thank you, Lord…for protecting this little black kitty. She’s used up three of her nine lives now.

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“Good people are good to their animals; the “good-hearted” bad people kick and abuse them.”

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I stumbled across this meme the other day and knew I needed to use it in one of my blog posts. It’s true…if you chase after butterflies, they’ll fly away. But if you build a beautiful Butterfly Garden, the butterflies come to you. Attract what you want…don’t chase it.

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This was a big a-hah moment for me. For years, I’ve been chasing success. What is success in the blogosphere? Well, some would say the number of followers you have. That’s part of it. Some would say a good indication of success is financial. That’s true, too. Doing something you love while helping people is a HUGE part of it. For me…my primary goal is to spread the light God so generously gave me with others. To help them navigate the rough bumps in the road of life. To let people know they are not alone.

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But that finance thing…that’s important, too. We’re at that point in life where we are depending on a pretty fixed income and who knows how long even that will be around given the current political climate. So, diversifying and planning for any scenario has become important to me. I’ve set goals for 2023. I sat down the first week of the year and wrote out my list of things I wanted to try to monetize my blog.

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I don’t want to have advertisers if I don’t have to. I would rather use my own wits and skills to generate income. That was the goal when I started Marshmallow Ranch ten years ago…to supplement our income with things I could sell. In those ten years, many possible avenues for a little “side hustle” have been introduced and I’ve decided to try one of them.

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Quite often, I share a helpful or unique product I think you might like. I put a link in the post so you can go see it. Most often it’s something offered through Amazon. Whether we are fans or not of the big boxes with the smiles, they are hear to stay. And for Mr. FixIt and me, they are a lifesaver. We live way out in the country and with the price of gas and the wear and tear on the car and tires, we’ve chosen to utilize Amazon Prime and shop online as opposed to shopping the big box stores in town twenty-five miles away.

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I’ll let you in on part of my new project. I’ve enrolled in the Amazon Affiliate Program. This means if you buy one of the items that I share a link for, I will get anywhere from 2-20% of the price of the item. That’s not a ton, but here’s where it really helps. If you purchase one of my recommended items, then go on shopping and buying what you were going to buy anyway…I get the same percentage of that purchase, too. The beauty of this is…it does not raise the price of the items and there is nothing out of your pocket. It’s a win-win situation and if I work at it, there can be some good income for me.

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There’s more to reveal in March when I have all my ducks in a row, but for this…there is a tiny bit of a time crunch. I need to have some some qualified sales in the next 180 days in order to be accepted in the program. And that’s where I could use your help. If you see something you like and wish to buy, you can click the link on my post and buy the item yourself. Or, you could copy and paste the link and share it with someone you know who might be in the market for such things.

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I’ve prayed a lot about this and for some reason I’ve had a huge burst of joy and energy over the project I’m building. When I feel that, I know I’m heading in the right direction and this could be a factor in my success. I won’t spam you about items. Whatever I recommend will be treated the same way as I always have in the past. Thank you so much for always continuing to love and support me on this incredible journey I’ve been on. 

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Like I said, March 12th will mark TEN years since Mr. Virgo died. This is the first time I’ve headed into that anniversary with anything but sadness. This time, I’m heading in with a sense of sober recognition and hopeful anticipation for building something great these last however many chapters there are of a well lived life. I’m turning 70 in June. The best is yet to be!

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“I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for.”

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I needed to get my blood drawn yesterday for my followup Tuesday with the Endocrine Surgeon who did my parathyroidectomy last February. This will quite likely be my last appointment with him and I’ll be discharged from his care. I drove in early for the blood draw, then ran a few errands and headed home. If I just drove there and straight back, it’s about a ninety minute roundtrip.

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I no sooner got settled in the Big Red Chair when the phone rang. The lab ran out of the reagent to do the parathyroid hormone level so the test needed to go over to the hospital lane. Unfortunately, the hospital uses a different kind of tube for their PTH testing and I needed to go back for another blood draw. They were most apologetic and hey…I get it. I worked in medicine my whole life. I understand unpredictable things happen.

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I left home the first time at about 8:15AM. I got home the second time at 3:30PM. What is it I tell you? There is no such thing as a quick trip to town. After the first blood draw, I stopped at Michael’s to get a couple small canvases for my foray back into painting. While I was there, I found a really cool “Shot Box”…a portable “photo studio” for taking better photos for my blog. I also have some other things up my sleeve and this will be just what I need for both jobs.

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I wanted to get some more yarn for the little Christmas stockings I’m knitting, but I couldn’t remember the manufacturer’s name. When I was driving back into town the second time, I called Mr. FixIt and asked him to send me a photo of the band that went around the skein of yarn. Once he sent that, I could look on the internet for that brand and see where it is sold locally. I couldn’t remember exactly where I’d gotten it before. Turns out, my first hunch was right and it came from Michael’s. This time I walked right to it, found the correct colors, and also found something a little different. A kind of reddish orchid color and grass green. Those will look so cute mixed with some fuzzy white for the cuff, heel and toe.

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I’m thrilled I don’t have to go to town for several days now. My appointment with the Endocrine Surgeon on Tuesday is a video visit. Mr. FixIt’s Monday appointment was rescheduled for the end of the month. I don’t think I need to be anywhere till January 16th when Mr. FixIt has an appointment. I am so glad our followup appointments have settled into a kind of clump. I don’t mind having one really busy month if we can get the biggest bang for our buck, so to speak.

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Yesterday was a day full of gratitude…two trips to town and all. Because, the ability to be out and about in the world…all healthy like…is such an incredible blessing! And I want to thank you for all your words of support and encouragement yesterday. You all mean more to me than you could ever know. I found myself wondering…would I have ever slumped so low if I’d had this blog back then? My next thought was, this was all GOD’S timing. I became strengthened by the hard things in my life. And that strength is what bought me to where I am today.

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What an amazing life we lead…and what an amazing God we have to lead us through it!

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Amen!

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“I didn’t die. I lived! And now I’m telling the world what God did. God tested me, he pushed me hard, but he didn’t hand me over to Death…..”

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It was a cold yet beautiful day. The sky was azure blue with occasional white puffy clouds. Everyone left for the day…my daughter to school, her daddy to work at the hospital. I’m not sure what I did that day other than what I had been doing for longer than I could remember…to try to escape into a drug-induced sleep.

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I was lost, broken, sad, confused, angry. I was more depressed than I had ever been in my life and I couldn’t seem to pull myself out of it this time. My marriage was irretrievably broken. It had been so long since I worked outside the home. My medical registration to practice Radiologic Technology had long since lapsed. And besides, even if it hadn’t, I didn’t have it together enough to get a job. I felt trapped like a bug in a box and I didn’t know where to turn.

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So, I turned further inward.

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It was really dark and scary in there. I’ve read so many comments about loss to suicide in the years since that day. Things like, “What were they thinking!” “How selfish!” “If only they’d told me.” These are the thoughts of stable-minded people. Let me assure you, when you are in the briny deep, your thoughts are anything BUT stable. You aren’t thinking straight. You are just so bloody tired and you honestly think you’ll be doing your loved ones a favor by disappearing.

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I tried to disappear. Oh, it wasn’t like I had the conscious thought that I wanted to die. I didn’t. I just wanted the pain to go away. I went to sleep…only to wake up in the emergency room getting my stomach pumped. A night in ICU. Two nights on acute care. Then a trip to the Front Range to a “Behavioral Unit” to start me on the long and arduous road to recovery.

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It was twenty-three years ago today that I went to sleep and woke up in the bottom of the barrel. It was God’s miracle I survived. When I was walking down the tunnel toward the light, God sent my late grandma to turn me around. “Young lady, you get back down there! You have work to do!” She knew how to make you do as you were told. Intense therapy saved me. I stopped drinking. I stopped abusing prescription drugs. I drew closer to God and started a journey that led me to Jesus.

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When I look back on those terribly dark days, I have a hard time imagining how I got so low. I’ve spent every day since trying to make it up to my family by being the best human I can be. I know there are others who have been on this same journey and maybe they still are. Maybe it’s not something they feel they can talk about. Maybe it’s something they would just as soon forget. For me, it is something I praise God for because without his Hand covering my heart, I would have been lost. Not only here, but for all eternity.

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So, I share this story every year on my “Re-Birth Day” in the hopes of offering encouragement to those who may be struggling with their mental health. I had no idea at the time how my actions would affect those who loved me…especially my children. I still ache over that. 

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Self-care IS health care. If you find yourself in a similar circumstance, please tell your trusted health care provider and get the help you need. Once I was well again, my life has been extraordinary and I’ve discovered why God saved me. My life’s purpose has been this ministry I’ve been given. My writing has been my tool. My pain has become my platform.

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I’m grateful beyond words to be here…twenty-three years and counting.

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“Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.”

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Three nights in a row I’ve slept in the travel trailer! If you aren’t a camper or an adventurer or an outdoor enthusiast, you may not understand what that means. But, if you are, you know camping three nights in a row in January is sheer bliss. It’s not something you get to do very often and if the opportunity presents itself, I’m there! Thank goodness I have a very understanding and supportive husband. He gets me…and he encourages me to be my best self. Which means, I need a certain level of independence and freedom. The door swings both ways. He knows that I am his biggest cheerleader and I encourage him to pursue his interests, as well.

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Mr. FixIt loves to go camping, but the operative word there is “go.” He see’s absolutely no reason to sleep in a camper in the field when he has a perfectly good bed and bath indoors. But he doesn’t begrudge me the opportunity. We have plenty of opportunity to spend quality time together. We sit together in our big red chairs in the family room most days…he watching his crime shows and me knitting and reading. We’ve found that beautiful middle ground and even though we’ve only been together six years, we have known each other since 1968. We are honestly like any married couple that’s been together forever. It truly feels that way.

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We bought some groceries on Tuesday so I put a large pork roast in the Dutch oven yesterday. OMGosh! After three hours, the house smelled divine and that roast melted in your mouth. We had hot pork sandwiches and put the leftovers in the fridge to parse out over the rest of the week. It rained off and on all day. It’s been grey and gloomy for…well, I’ve lost track how long. When you look at the Weather Channel app at the beginning of the week and it says… “Next Sunny Day: None”…you know it’s definitely nesting time here on Marshmallow Ranch.

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I’ve been knitting these cute little stockings for next Christmas and was nearly finished with the latest when all of a sudden…the sun burst through the clouds!!! When you’ve had interminably grey skies for weeks…any glimpse of the sun is cause for celebration. Mr. FixIt and I fairly RAN out the front door and clapped my hands in sheer glee! I snapped picture after picture and finally went back inside. That’s when he called me and said, “You have to come back out here and look at the rainbow!”

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Sure enough, it was a beauty and such a joy to behold! I cannot see a rainbow without thinking of God’s promises to us. Rainbows fill me with awe and wonder. God is SO incredibly good to us. He loves us and bends down to hear our prayers. He covets a relationship with him. I read something yesterday about God’s name. In Hebrew it is YWH. Modern vernacular has added vowels to guide us in the proper pronunciation. YAWEH. The writer explained that Y, W, and H are breath sounds. That God Himself gave us this name to call him because his name is the sound of our breathing. Therefore, merely by the act of living…taking breaths in and letting them out, we are speaking God’s name. That everyone who breathes…no matter their beliefs and affiliations, have God’s name on their lips. 

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I love that thought. We are never without God. We are never far from him…physically. Now, spiritually? That’s another matter. We have free will and have to make a choice to be in relationship with Him. It just doesn’t have to be as hard as we mere mortals make it out to be. All we have to do is believe…and breathe. 

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Stronger Together.

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Isn’t that the truth in everything? Take Mr. FixIt and me…we are stronger together. Our families. Our churches. Our communities. Our nation. We are stronger together. We need to stop acting like everyone else is the enemy.  We know who the enemy truly is. Let’s join hands and work together to create a better tomorrow for everyone. All it takes is humility, perseverance, determination, compromise. Open hands, open arms, open hearts, open eyes…open minds. 

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We are stronger together…and seeing the sun break through the ominous clouds revealing God’s promise in the form of a rainbow is enough to stir my heart with hope.

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“And now I have it all—and keep getting more! The gifts you sent with Epaphroditus were more than enough, like a sweet-smelling sacrifice roasting on the altar, filling the air with fragrance, pleasing God to no end. You can be sure that God will take care of everything you need, his generosity exceeding even yours in the glory that pours from Jesus. Our God and Father abounds in glory that just pours out into eternity. Yes.”

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Several years ago, Daughter #2 went to visit her dad. He and his wife had made the life changing decision to sell the house he and I bought together when our daughter was an infant. This is a good thing. It was time to move on…personally, professionally. They needed a fresh start…I get that. I had long since let go of the house we shared. It represented a life I no longer lived and I had no emotional attachment to it.

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I didn’t really know anything about the house they purchased. I have no idea what I expected it to look like other than something similar to what we’d always known. He is a frugal man with simple tastes. However, when our daughter arrived, she sent me a photo of something far different than I would have imagined. Grand. Palatial. Sprawling. Gorgeous!

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I’m sorry to say, my very first response when I saw that stunning home was… “That was supposed to be MY house!” Never mind that I was in a happy relationship with Mr. Virgo. Never mind that all those years had passed. Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I had a mental image of what my life was supposed to look like. And it was supposed to be in THAT house.

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It didn’t take long for me to shake that thought loose and follow it up with the clear realization that…along with that house, should I be living in it at the time, would come the husband that was in it.  And I had long since realized we were not good for each other. Let’s just say, it was the final part of letting go of what I thought my life would look like at that point.

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Truth be told…my sweet little two story, three bedroom, 2.5 bath home on the top of a hill at the foot of a mountain was nothing to sneeze at. It was the finest home I had ever lived in. It matched the little house I dreamed of escaping to when things got too hard to live with in that marriage. It was the little house I built once I recovered from the darkest moment of my life to that point. It was what I created after my second divorce when I felt lower than a snake’s belly.

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I built and decorated that home and eventually welcomed Mr. Virgo to share it with me and my youngest daughter. I never dreamed there would come a day when I would gladly sell it to get away from the painful memories that lurked around every corner after Mr. Virgo suddenly died. My new “home” had wheels and I set out with new images of what life should look like.

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Living in the camper and traveling around the country tore away every preconceived notion I had of what my life SHOULD look like. And it gave me ample peace and opportunity to CREATE the life I wanted. The WAY I wanted it. I finally came to a place where I didn’t need to have a man to make my life complete. I didn’t want someone to “complete” me. I came to understand that only God could do that. And that’s when I learned to find joy in the story I was actually living.

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Mindfulness is an extraordinarily powerful tool for finding the joy in any given moment. Giving up preconceived notions of what your life SHOULD look like as opposed to reality goes a long way towards finding inner peace. That’s not to say you should give up on dreams. I’m not saying that at all. And if you are not in a good place and you are seeking a safer, more loving and accepting environment, you deserve to work toward that vision. I’m talking about turning disappointments into opportunities. I’m saying the grass on the other side of the fence just might be greener because it’s full of….ummmm…fertilizer. If you catch my drift.

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Finding joy wherever you are planted is one of the biggest blessings you can attain in this life. Joy and gratitude will take you a long way. And when we keep that focus, more of that joyful abundance will filter in. Mr. FixIt and I may not have a ton of money, but we are exorbitantly wealthy in other things and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere or be with anyone else in the whole wide world than where we are in this moment.

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“Now you’ve got my feet on the life path, all radiant from the shining of your face. Ever since you took my hand, I’m on the right way.”

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Knitting in front of my ”fireplace”…the one on Netflix!

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Comfort comes in many forms. There is comfort in food, as that is the origin of nurturing in our lives. The same goes for the comfort of touch and smell and sound. It can harken us to our earliest memories of our family of origin who loved us, held us close, and fed us. Comfort may change form over time and it may come from different sources, but it always takes us back…way back to “home”. 

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When we go through times of emotional upheaval, we reach for those things that brought us comfort. And if they no longer work, or they’re no longer available to us, we make substitutions. When I went through my divorce from Hubby #2, I found comfort in the home I built. I chose colors and furnishings that calmed me. I burned a zillion candles and played soft, soothing music that made me feel safe and secure. When I lost Mr. Virgo, I found comfort and solace in camping.

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The Farm has been a touchstone my entire life and I am always comforted there. I can walk in the back door and instantly feel calm. When I was going through the worst episodes of fear and anxiety and sadness in my life, I could close my eyes and visualize Grandma’s house, the wooden staircase leading to the “Girl’s Room” upstairs, and the warm bed piled high with comforters. The house was always warm…and there were always wonderful aromas wafting up from the kitchen. It smelled of good cooking and lemon oil furniture polish and Ivory Snow.

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When we woke up yesterday, I snuggled over against Mr. FixIt to soak up his warmth. I remember the pain Mr. Virgo’s sudden absence brought me and I swore, if God would ever see fit to bring me another partner, I would memorize every moment to save up…just in case. We always check in with good morning greetings and how did you sleep questions. We look out the window and wonder about the weather of the day. One or the other of us picks up a phone to check the temperature and forecast. Then we take a look at the calendar to see if there’s anything going on. We hold hands and share contented sighs. Then one of us has to break the reverie and get the day going by getting up. It’s usually Mr. FixIt whose feet hit the ground first. He starts the electric tea kettle while I get myself up and about.

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That ritual, in and of itself is incredibly comforting and I know all too well how nebulous it is. I padded into the kitchen and made oats and toast for breakfast. We watched a little TV. I baked bread and froze a couple dozen hot rolls for later in the month. I was at the end of my flour supply. I didn’t have enough bread flour, and the all purpose flour was a little past its prime. But we were down to just a few slices of bread, so I baked anyway.

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I heated up turkey pot pie for supper, then Mr. FixIt went out to put up the inflatables. We hung the huge four foot wreath up together on the end of the house facing the road. I knitted a little on the sweater. Every row is another row closer to being finished. And here it is…the last day of November. Another month gone…a brand new month starting tomorrow. We sat in our big red recliners and enjoyed the warm glow of the Christmas tree. I read with my lap comforter thrown over my legs. Mr. FixIt softly snoozed with his feet up. The flames in the gas stove that looks like an old fashioned wood stove flickered softly. This is my comfort and joy.

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We don’t live in a fancy new house. We don’t drive expensive cars with the latest gadgets. We don’t jet set around the world or buy the best of everything. We don’t need to. We have everything we could possibly need right here on this beautiful patch of ground. We have a big, healthy family. And we have each other. What more could I possibly ask for? 

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God has answered every prayer I’ve ever uttered one of three ways. Yes. Yes, but not right now. Or, no…I have something better in mind for you. I rest in great comfort knowing He is always a breath away from us. And I am always and eternally grateful.

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“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

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What a day! Other than missing the loved ones who couldn’t be with us, the day was truly perfect. Every aspect of the meal came out to the minute to be served at the same time. I think I could have put the turkey in 30-45 minutes earlier and it would have been right on the money. But it didn’t disappoint and that dry rub was AMAZING! The meat was tend and juicy and well seasoned throughout. The Winter Vegetable Salad with the Maple BalsamicGlaze was a big hit. The hot rolls were devoured in a flash. 

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It’s funny…as we filled our plates in the kitchen and made our way to the dining room table, I turned to everyone and said, “Listen…I love you all as my own, so I’ll tell you like I’d tell my kids. I have been cooking since Monday. Let’s sit and savor this meal with each other. This is such a treat to have you all here with us.” And…it was perfect. I think it was the longest meal we’ve had together and it was delightful!

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The kids went downstairs and played pool. Mr. FixIt went down to “show them how it’s done.” Us girls sat upstairs and gabbed and watched the football game. When everyone left, Mr. FixIt and I cleaned up the kitchen to that’s behind us. Today we can just veg out and eat leftovers. 

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It was an all around success and the kids couldn’t thank us enough. What an absolute treat!

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“Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!”

\nPsalm 133:1 ESV\n
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Another long day of preparations. I cleaned and roasted two sheet pans of butternut squash and Brussels sprouts and put them in the fridge. I made two loaves of bread and two dozen dinner rolls. I froze the dinner roll dough and will thaw them and let them rise on Friday. Then they’ll hopefully come out of the oven hot and ready to eat when we . I cut up the two loaves (minus a slice with butter for each of us!) and added it to another loaf of a more rustic bread that I bought this week. I tore them all up and I’m drying them in the oven for the dressing.

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I need to bake the pies today…pumpkin and apple. I also need to prep the turkey, rub it down with the dry rub and put it back in the fridge overnight. I need to finish cleaning the dining room and dress the table. Then I can decorate the tree! We got it put up on Tuesday and I put the lights on it yesterday.

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Mr. FixIt finished picking up the old shingles and I helped him fold up the huge tarps they were on. We’ve picked up all the new shingles from the hardware store so they’ll rest on a pallet till next summer. We’ve made a lot of progress getting things tied down for the winter. It’s been so bitter cold here. 

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I truly love this time of year when people call and connect with each other. I got to FaceTime with Daughter #1 and Big. She’s in from college and has SO many stories to tell. Daughter #2 will be with her dad today so they’ll FaceTime at some point. I got to catch up with one of my dearest friends last night. You know…that friend you go ages without talking to, then when she calls, you pick right up where you left off. She’s enjoying her first grandchild so the stories were full of love and wonder!

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I am really looking forward to next week. The rush of Thanksgiving will be over and I’ll have a little time to just enjoy the fruits of our labors and catch my breath. I pray for all those whose loved ones won’t be with them this holiday season. I pray for all who are facing health issues and financial uncertainty. I pray for all those lost to senseless gun violence and their shell shocked families left behind. And, I pray for all of you…that you have a safe and healthy day.

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Lord, may you always remind us of our many Blessings.

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Happy Thanksgiving…from my grateful heart!

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“Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth! Serve the Lord with gladness! Come into his presence with singing! Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.”

\nPsalm 100:1-5 ESV\n
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No, we’re not having venison. But this beautiful boy was in the near field when I got home last night. An 8 point white tail buck! I haven’t seen one this big in quite a while. The field was full of deer. There was a smaller 4 point buck, as well as the twins from this spring!

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There is a Kroger Store across the river in Ohio that I always go to when I’m on the hunt for something special. It’s as close to a Colorado grocery store that I’ve found in this area. They carry a lot of hard to find items and let’s face it…if you’re going to go to all the trouble of making a Thanksgiving dinner, it might as well be fabulous, right? 

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I’m making the stuffing from scratch this year. I’m going to make a new Brussels Sprouts salad I found on Pinterest that looks heavenly. I already made the cranberry sauce last night while Mr. FixIt was bowling. I used a recipe I found online as a guide and did my own thing, which is how I roll.

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Speaking of rolls, I’m trying something new in the bread department, too. Kaleb from the Wyse Guide blog has a video that he made with his grandma where they make Butterhorns…a buttery crescent roll that’s been around since as long as I can remember. I’m looking forward to trying that, as well.

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I’m also going to try Kaleb’s Citrus Dry Brine for the turkey this year. You don’t need to do a wet brine for a fresh turkey because it’s pretty darned juicy on its own. But this dry brine gives the meat a well seasoned flavor and a crispy, brown skin that’s just gorgeous to look at and tastes great, too.

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Usually I just do the same old things, but this year I want to shake it up a bit. We may be having some extras around the table and there’s nothing I love more than feeding people. Like I said before…cooking is my love language. And, it’s something I really enjoy doing. I texted our friend Richard last night and he’ll stop by today for a jar of the cranberry sauce I made. I don’t know that there’s anyone in the family but me that really loves it, so this way it won’t go to waste.

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Here is the recipe for the cranberry sauce. I’ll include more recipe links tomorrow.

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Ginny’s Fresh Cranberry Sauce\n\n2 apples, peeled and chopped\n1/2c. Maple Syrup\n1/2c. Water\n1/2c. White Wine\n1 Bag Fresh Cranberries\n10 Dried Apricots, cut in small pieces\nJuice and Zest of 1 Orange\nDash of Ground Cloves\nDash of Ground Cinnamon\nDash of Ground Nutmeg\nDash of Salt\n\nCombine all ingredients in a heavy saucepan over medium heat. Bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer till apples are tender and mixture is thickened. Mash the sauce with a potato masher. Pour into jars and cover. Let cool then store in the refrigerator. Can be made several days in advance. I’m sure you could can this as well.\n\nYield: 2.5 pints\nI used two wide mouth pint jars and one jelly jar. Honestly, I think this is the best cranberry sauce I’ve ever made. When you just use straight cranberries and sugar, it can be kind of overwhelming. The apple and apricot in this sauce mellows out the bitterness you sometimes get. Yummy!
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“give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.””

\nLuke 6:38 ESV\n
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I told Mr. FixIt yesterday that it felt like we’ve been running at breakneck speed since spring. And, I suppose in many ways, we have. It’s been an incredibly busy year and we have accomplished so much. Getting the roof over the family room finished was our biggest goal before we shift gears into winter and we are so relieved to have that part behind us.

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It started raining just four hours after the kids came down the ladder off the roof and it’s been raining ever since. By the time I sat down to write this last night, there was about two inches in the rain gauge…in a period of about twenty hours. We actually have been pretty dry here and we were happy to have the moisture. We’ve been getting notifications on our phones this last week warning against any outdoor burning. That’s rather uncommon here in West Virginia.

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Mr. FixIt Jr. called us three times yesterday to make sure the roof wasn’t leaking. I gave it a good look last evening and there may be one tiny little spot. I cannot be certain it hasn’t been there all along and I just hadn’t noticed. I really think it’s solid and we’ve got a good roof now. We are so grateful. And still pretty tired.

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I was happy I had all those leftovers in the fridge yesterday to heat up so I didn’t have to cook other than an omelet for breakfast. We did some serious chair surfing and my biggest venture outside was to check the mail. Mr. FixIt was up and down the stairs several times checking the drain outside the back door to the basement. It has given us fits for years, overflowing into the house during really hard rains. It’s been much better since we started using the drain clearer once a month. 

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I did a little knitting on the sweater I’ve been working on. I haven’t had the time to just sit and knit like I had been and I’ll be so glad when I get this one completed. I’m almost finished with the first sleeve so it won’t be too much longer. We have something to do in town today so we have to get out and about for a while. We still have an 80% chance of rain through the afternoon.

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This week sure flew by fast with all the work we did. I received the new Brenda Gantt cookbook and I haven’t even had a chance to open it up yet. I am looking forward to reading more of her stories and seeing what recipes she has included this time. I hope you are all staying safe in these storms. Enjoy some time outside in the fresh air because the temperatures are heading down in the next several days. And…as always…thank you so much for being here!

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“I do not cease to give thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers,”

\nEphesians 1:16 ESV\n
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I had the tatas smashed yesterday…October was National Breast Cancer Awareness Month so I always try to get my mammogram done that month. Unfortunately, yesterday was the last day that will happen in October because Medicare makes you wait a year and a day after your last one…and that was yesterday. Now, I’m out of October days for the future. This time was a lot easier and less painful, for some reason. I was in and out of there in fifteen minutes.

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Since I was so close to the bridge over to Belpre, I made a trip to my favorite Kroger store. We usually purchase a few items at a time…once or twice a week. This time I had to do a big purchase spree and restock some basics so that’s always a little more pricey. I’m really careful when I shop these days and I watch for coupons in the app of the store I’m in. I was pretty surprised it wasn’t much more expensive than usual. Fortunately, other than bread and milk, we shouldn’t have to go to the store for a while. I bought pecans and buttermilk to make pralines! More on that when I get the time to make some.

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While I was at the store, I bought a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups on the off chance that we would have Trick or Treaters. I’ve lived here for five years now, and we’ve never had a single one. So…we have candy! I remember so many Halloweens…Trick or Treating with my friends. Getting a popcorn ball or a candy apple. Getting full sized Snickers or Three Musketeers bars. Learning if you take a pillowcase, it holds a lot more candy than that little plastic pumpkin we used to carry. 

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My most memorable Halloween was around fourth or fifth grade. I had chicken pox so I couldn’t go out with my friends. I was allowed to lay on the couch and look at the kids in their costumes. Nothing like exposing the entire neighborhood to a contagious disease, right? Most people didn’t understand contagion back then, either.

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When my kids were little, Hubby #2 took them out to do the rounds of the neighborhood while I stayed home and handed out candy. When Daughter #1 was little, we bought her a Wonder Woman costume. It was the late ‘70s. The costume was plastic. It’s always cold in Colorado this time of year. By the time they got back home, her costume was hanging in shreds and my daughter was in tears. Turns out, it was SO cold her costume literally broke into pieces. It was pretty traumatic.

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And so…it’s November. I’ll be decorating for Christmas soon. I love the lights and the festive atmosphere. It brings joy and light into the dreary darkness. I used to wait till after Thanksgiving, but…you know what? The heck with that! Life is short…and times are uncertain. I need a little Baby Jesus energy around me. It doesn’t dilute any holiday to expand it and make it bigger.

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I remember growing up…my dad would pile us into the Oldsmobile just a few days before Christmas and take us to the neighborhood tree lot. Dad would walk around and look and shake every tree till he found the perfect one. He’s make the guy pick it up and stomp it down on its trunk to make sure the needles weren’t falling off. Then he’d start the dickering. I remember one time he got a tree for $2.50 but they were usually at least $5.

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The most disappointing thing came when he made us take the tree down just a day or two after Christmas. My friends had their trees up for weeks…but not us. Now I’m the boss of me…and if I want the tree up for three months, by golly losing Mr. Virgo and living through the lockdown has shown me that’s just fine!

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This is the cusp of winter. As I lay here writing this, I can hear the crickets outside the window here on Marshmallow Ranch. When I drove home from down with a trunk full of groceries yesterday, a rain shower had left the road dark and glistening in the sunlight that broke through the clouds. The last of the changing leaves glowed deep copper, brilliant scarlet, rusty brown. I remember walking through the leaves on my way to school as a little girl…my shoes going swoosh-swoosh-swoosh with every step. We’re in a kind of limbo now…holding our breath for the time change and the onslaught of winter’s greeting. That time when the birds start fighting over the feeders and cat’s coat starts getting a little thicker. When the crickets try desperately to cling to their last few nights of raucous love songs before they’re silenced by the northern winds.

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The nether-lands of “between”…waiting.

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“but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.”

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Every day there seems to be something pressing that needs to be done. Yesterday we went to town for an appointment and finally got our Bivalent Covid Vaccines. We picked out the shingles we want for the new roof. We had dinner out. We walked a mile in the mall. Picked up a prescription, and hightailed it home. As we were leaving around 1:30 in the afternoon, I flipped on the back porch light and sighed. I know as sure as I know my name…there’s no such thing as a quick trip to town and we’d surely be home long after dark. We were.

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We need to go in either today or tomorrow to get the shingles and the other supplies so the boys can get started on the roof. We’re pushing it now to get it done before the snow falls. There are still things that need to be done to put the camper to bed for the season. There are some wooden cabinets out by the garage that are covered with an old tarp that ripped so we need to replace that, too. 

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I did get to sit with my tea yesterday morning. There was an early morning chill in the air so I wore the little capelet my friend Pat knitted and gave to me when her store closed. It’s perfect to just throw around your shoulders when knitting or reading. I didn’t even pick my knitting up yesterday. I told Mr. FixIt I want to finish knitting the sleeves on this sweater so I can get back to the quilt for the grandkids’ wedding. I’m really trying to stick to my commitment of “one project at a time.”

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The leaves are falling in earnest now. The large leaves of the sycamore trees out front float straight down like little bronze parachutes in the autumn sunlight. The squirrels rustle around burying nuts at the base of trees sounding all the while like a herd of bison zipping through the leaves. Turkey vultures circle silently above, looking furtively left and right for some tasty roadkill. The red shouldered hawks scream as they zoom across the far field hunting…always hunting.

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The grass is brittle and dry now. Our mowing days are over for a few months till the earth awakens again in spring. This is the time for us to rustle around like the squirrels getting all the work done before winter takes us into hibernation. The blessed hibernation I am looking forward to with knitting needles and sewing machine and baking pans at the ready.

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I can’t find the electric blanket for our bed anywhere. Where on earth could I have put it?

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“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”

\nGalatians 6:9 ESV\n
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I’ve had three days that felt like a week of bad Mondays…but this camping trip was over the top good! The weather was absolutely perfect. Mid 70’s, clear skies without a cloud to be seen till the last night. Then it rained for a few hours and it was just lovely to lay there listening to the pitter-patter on the camper roof. We came home today and both proclaimed it felt like we’d been gone a whole week!

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I decided to park the camper by the big building out back along the driveway. There are two reasons. One is it’s easier to plug the camper in with the power cord that came with it. That way we don’t have to use an extension cord. The second reason is safety. I have a dear friend who took her camper out of her barn to pack it for a trip and someone stole it during the night. She was fortunate to get it back, but it was only because she took hundreds of fliers around and scouted till she found it.

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This is the first time I’ve ever had a camper that has a lien on it. We’ll be selling the a-frame in the spring and pay it off, but technically…the bank owns it. I don’t want anyone stealing our camper, but especially one we don’t own free and clear yet. If I store it by the big building, we can park our extra truck in front of it and save for dragging the pickup out into the field and getting through two locks on the camper or using a crane to lift it…little Grace isn’t going anywhere. 

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We spent about an hour after we got home, emptying things out of the camper and the back of the truck. Then we finally caught up with the mail, emails, and messages we didn’t get while we were out of cell range. Actually, that felt really good. We ended up going to bed earlier, sure. But we curled up in the camper and ate snacks and watched old episodes of West Wing. I have a tendency to watch it when we’re in the whirlwind of an election year. I used to find it so timely and informative as it closely followed the way elections and the government were run. Now I watch it with a tinge of sadness that politics isn’t like that at all anymore. It’s like everyone’s good grandparents died and no one learned a dang thing from them about manners and social niceties. 

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I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve kept my nose pretty much out of politics on here this go round. I learned a lot from the last couple of elections. Short of ending relationships, you still have to face the people you berate on social media…no matter what the outcome. Lord knows there’s enough crap out there on the internet, doing it’s darnedest to split us up. I’ve decided, short of encouraging vaccinations and practicing good hygiene, to keep my head and heart on God and vote my conscience…just like I did before everything headed south. I’m not perfect. I may slip up from time to time. But we all need to have a safe place to go and talk about the good things in the world. There still are plenty of good things. And when you see bad things, please…do what you can to stop them.

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After every camping trip this year, I’ve been left wanting more. This time, I feel like we accomplished what we wanted to do, and now it’s really time to make hay while the sun shines…so to speak. We are getting our bivalent Covid vaccine today. They are encouraging people to get them in October in order to build up immunity before the holidays. I don’t know about you, but I want to spend the holidays with family this year so we’re going to do what we can to do that while remaining healthy.

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We’ll go tomorrow and get the supplies to have the new roof put on the house. Time is flying and soon there’ll be snow. I want to be ready.

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““Behold, I am coming soon, bringing my recompense with me, to repay each one for what he has done.”

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Everyone has a story. If you can still your ego and actively listen, you hear the most amazing stories. Funny stories…scary stories…tragic stories. Stories with a moral. Stories with a lesson. Stories with a purpose. Our stories are how we integrate with the world. They track our mission in this life and help us relate to others. Stories are sensory word bombs we drop on the souls of others.

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“Maybe stories are just data with a soul.”

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I come from a long line of oral historians. That’s common in Appalachia. In times past, our ancestors were often illiterate and even if they weren’t, writing supplies were dear and there may not have been funds available to keep them at hand. My mother spent the last decade of her life writing down the stories and information handed down from as far back as anyone could remember. 

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So these long, rambling stories I share here were born of that tradition. I always loved to write and tell stories. I wasn’t always encouraged by those I deemed important in my life. I didn’t really apply myself in school. I nearly flunked Senior English which would have kept me from graduating with my class. My interest in writing waxed and waned until Mr. Virgo died. Then I hit that with a vengeance.

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Just when I think maybe I’ve written all I was meant to write, along comes someone who makes a heartfelt comment that makes me cry. Then I know…that’s God’s way of telling me to keep going, keep talking, keep writing and sharing and loving on people. Because we ALL need this. This world can be a dark and scary place, but there are so many bright and shiny spots in it if we just keep looking…keep trying…keep moving forward.

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There was a long and dark space in my life when I was lost. So many things were going wrong and I had no idea how to change it and make it better. It was one of those things that I just had to ride out and pray for the best outcome. During those years, my stories were as dark as my spirit and no one wanted to listen to them. That’s because I was heavily invested in dragging yesterday’s crap behind me like a big ol’ hefty bag of trash. 

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I’m telling you…after a while, yesterday gets pretty darned heavy. Maybe it was getting “to a certain age” that changed me. Maybe it was losing Mr. Virgo so unexpectedly. Maybe it was just flat out exhaustion, I don’t know. What I do know is, I finally laid that junk down and kept moving on down the road. And the further I went, the less weight I felt in my chest. Oh, I forget from time to time and attempt to pick it up again, but yesterday is heavy, y’all. 

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Just put it down.

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“With many such parables he spoke the word to them, as they were able to hear it. He did not speak to them without a parable, but privately to his own disciples he explained everything.”

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We’re knocking out the chores here at Marshmallow Ranch. When I moved to Mr. FixIt’s place in November of 2017, there was a maple sapling in the flower bed in front of the kitchen window. It wasn’t very big…maybe an inch or a little more diameter. I kinda liked it because the birds would swoop in and then on the feeder. And in the fall, the leaves turned yellow…like aspen trees in Colorado.

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Fast forward five years and that sucker had grown higher than the house with a trunk at least six inches across. There are also three cedar trees out there. All of them are beginning to hang over and make contact with the roof over the family room and that’s creating a problem. They’re just way too close to the house so they have to go.

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We don’t do a huge amount of arboreal work, but from time to time, we need to take something out. When we ran across a deal on a small 14” electric chainsaw, we figured that would be good enough for the kinds of projects we have around here. A large tree limb fell at our rental house this spring so we had to cut that up. Later in the summer, another one came down and we used it again.

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This was the first time we’ve really used this chainsaw here at home and we faced a couple of issues. First, maple is fairly hard wood. It took a LOT of cutting to get it to the point of coming down. And second, the chain had gotten dull and it made the job a lot harder than it should have been.

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When I was a young wife and mother and lived in the mountains of Colorado, our log home was on two acres a few miles out of town. We cut and split our own firewood because we were poor. I used a huge Stihl saw that made quick work of the soft woods we were cutting. As I worked away on that maple with that teeny tiny little toy chainsaw yesterday, I was getting frustrated because I know what a BIG rig can do. 

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I suggested we go rent a real chainsaw. My sweet Mr. FixIt reminded me we have a chainsaw…it’s right here…and all we need is a new chain. He’s right of course. I was just hot and tired and frustrated and wanted the job done as fast as possible. Instead, we ran to town, bought TWO replacement chains, then got dinner and sat by the river watching the sunset. 

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I may not have won the Great Chainsaw Debate…but I won a nice evening and a nice meal with a nice view and my BEST GUY. That trumps any ol’ chainsaw, any ol’ time!

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““For there is hope for a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its shoots will not cease.”

\nJob 14:7 ESV\n
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I slept like a stone, but still woke up with this headache. Occasional scratchy throat. I don’t feel sick as much as “puny”, as my grandma used to say. I tested yesterday afternoon and was negative. I’ll keep a close watch and continue to go easy. I’m just tired, I think. We run and run and run then I crash for a couple of days. It’s not the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

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I knitted on the baby sweater. I read. I took a nap. Mr. FixIt and I had supper out in front of the new camper again. And I knitted some more. Before it got too dark, I walked around and took some pictures for you. We are getting more color. The dogwood tree has bright red berries on it and the birds dart in and out of the hedgerow to snatch them. The seed pods are drying nicely on the redbud so I’ll gather some in the coming days.

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I’m glad we got the mowing done as soon as we got back. We are getting intermittent rain coming through. The nights are cool and refreshing in the 50’s. The highs have been in the high 60’s, low 70’s the last couple of days. I used to dread fall because it is the harbinger of winter’s long, dark nights. But after mowing five acres the last five years, I’m tickled to death to see the grass go dormant so I can get other things done.

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I did find something interesting through a fellow I know on Facebook. He share the name of an app…FlightAware.

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This is the app I’m using. I think they asked to start an account, but I elected to continue as a guest and I get all the information I want for free.

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I’ve been hearing a helicopter fly over our house at least twice a week. He was talking about using that app to find out what a certain kind of plane was that flew over his house. The app told him what kind of plane it was, where it took off from, and where it was heading. I downloaded it and while I was knitting outside the camper in the late afternoon, I heard the helicopter.

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I quickly looked it up and it was a medical flight coming out of Morgantown. It was fascinating to watch the flight real time and on the app. I thought of my Grandma. What would she have thought if we saw a plane flying over the farm and I pulled this small, flat device out of my pocket, poked a few buttons, and told her that was an airplane flying from Washington, DC to Dallas at 30,000 feet? Can you imagine? It’s crazy what we take with a grain of salt, isn’t it?

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I need to get back to the quilt sometime this week. I’d like to finish this baby sweater first. There’s really nothing much new going on. We need to get out to the farm in the next few days to mow. Maybe after another day of rest, I’ll feel more like getting up and getting stuff done. I’ve learned to listen to my body, and my mind and spirit, and rest when it’s time to rest. I used to push through till I was way beyond lost and exhausted. There are benefits to aging. Knowing when to say enough is enough is one of them.

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“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”

\nGalatians 6:9 ESV\n
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We had our breakfast out by the edge of the woods. Your first few nights in any camper are an adjustment. A new bed. A new floor plan. It’s like going to a hotel and waking up wondering where in the heck you are. Mr. FixIt slept pretty well judging by the acoustics. Me? Not so much. I was listening to said acoustics. However, I had a conversation with God and asked Him to help me turn the aggravation aspect into gratitude for the warm presence by my side.

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After a little time sipping our tea and conversing, Mr. FixIt headed out for a walk and I set to cleaning up a little and organizing some more. This camper is much smaller and has very little cabinet space so camping accoutrements must be kept to the absolute essentials. I’ve tucked a couple of extra blankets in one of the dinette benches and the tote bags of personal items in the other. There is a long cabinet over the bed with two doors. It runs the width of the camper and is pretty deep. 

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I’m going to buy some of those cloth baskets that will fit up there. We’ll each have three or four to tuck all of our personal belongings in then we don't have to have the totes or a suitcase with us. At the end of a trip, you bring the totes in, wash the clothes and repack them, replenish any toiletries you may need, then stow them back in the camper. That way you’re ready to go at a moment’s notice. At the end of camping season, you just bring the baskets inside and put them in a closet for the winter and you’re ready to go come spring.

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I decided to turn on the water heater and take a shower. When I was ready, I turned on the water and it wasn’t hot. After trouble shooting at some length, I was still stumped. Mr. FixIt came back from his walk and I gathered up the bag of booklets that came with the camper, a mug of tea, and headed out to the chairs by the woods. I unzipped the green cloth bag and started going through the booklets one by one. As I reached in to get the last two, they felt like thick books.

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I pulled them out and set them on my lap and smiled. The instruction manuals were there. One for the camper…and one for me! I don’t know who tucked the Bible in with the paperwork. Was it the previous owner, knowing we needed the Good Book wherever we went? Was it the RV Dealer? Who knows? All I know is, I was grateful for the thoughtful gesture and tucked it right back in with the paperwork so I will know where to find it.

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Unfortunately, I didn’t really find the information I was looking for in the brochure for the water heater, but I asked God to help me figure it out. I closed my eyes and went over the water system in my mind and suddenly…I knew what was wrong. I asked Mr. FixIt to bring the Philips head screw driver and meet me in the bathroom. There is a panel under the bathroom sink where the water heater resides.

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I removed the panel and switched the bypass off and asked Mr. FixIt to turn the hot water on. We were immediately met with the stench of rotten eggs. Unfortunately, this is what happens when water is left dormant in the hot water heater for any length of time. It’s a chemical reaction. It can be fixed but it takes a little doing and involves draining the system and putting vinegar water in, heating it up, then draining and repeating the process several times and before you know it, you’ll have fresh smelling water again. Needless to say…I didn’t take my shower!

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We went for a drive and checked out the cleanup from the devastating storm they had the night before we camped here the last time. We also drove down to the dam where they are doing some restoration work. Afterward, we decided to go to the little town nearby and get some lunch. We had things to make burgers, but we didn’t have anything but a skillet and I didn’t want to fry burgers in the camper. You don’t want grease all over everything and when you cook smelly foods, the odor lingers for a long time and can settle in the upholstery. When we got back, I sat and knitted for a couple of hours.

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We were entertained last night by barred owls and a whippoorwill. Mr. FixIt watched a movie while I wrote this post. (The smartest thing I ever bought him was a DVD player with headphones!!!) 

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And, today we head home. Now I need to plan our next adventure!

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“If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you. He will not rebuke you for asking.”

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We started out pretty early yesterday. When you have to mow in West Virginia, the afternoons can become so hot and sticky. It’s best to get done as early as you can. We still haven’t received the bolts I ordered for the push mower, so Mr. FixIt busied himself with the weed eater and the pole lopper. I rode the lawn tractor and mowed.

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I read somewhere that people should observe “No Mow May” and I had to laugh. They obviously don’t live in a tropical rain forest like we do. If we didn’t stay on top of the mowing and trimming, we would be overrun in one growing season. As it is, we lose a foot of field every year. Then we go through and cut it all back again. It’s crazy how much things grow here.

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Grandma always said at this time of year, “We’re knee deep in June!” I’d love to bottle these days up and keep them year round. Seventies to low eighties and I’m a happy camper…even out on the mower. I still mow with my big golf umbrella and headphone playing worship music. I sing at the top of my lungs. I have no idea if the neighbors can hear me, but I know Jesus can so that’s all that matters to me!

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My first trip around the field and I came across this box turtle booking it toward the creek. I did what I’ve read to do. I carefully picked him up and moved him a few feet in the direction he was  heading and placed him in a protected area of tall grass. Mr. FixIt took the weed eater down to the creek and cleared out around where the storm drain comes out. He also got rid of a lot of low hanging branches that I was having trouble navigating on the mower. Once we were finished, we headed out to the farm to mow before it rained in the evening. I’m leaving tomorrow for a couple of days camping with some girlfriends and I didn’t want my sweetheart to have to do this work alone. 

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Today is my 69th Birthday. I usually celebrate my whole birthday month, but this year someone I know and love is struggling with health issues and it somehow felt rude to go over the top celebrating my own good health and good fortune. It felt like flaunting and that’s not who I am. Mr. FixIt and I were watching CBS Sunday Morning yesterday.

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“Tomorrow’s your birthday!” he said with enthusiasm.

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I breathed a sigh of relief that he remembered without me having to say anything. I’ve spent many birthdays disappointed that no one remembered. I’m past that now. If they don’t say anything by the day before, I have no problem reminding them. I’m just happy I didn’t have to with my sweetheart. When we were on our way to the farm to mow, I suggested we go to town and get a steak dinner and go to the park tonight for a picnic. I love picnics! Some of my favorite birthday celebrations have been simple dinners out in nature. 

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This begins my last year of my 60’s. I’ve thought a lot about that the last few weeks. I doubt 69 is going to be quite as fun as ‘69 was. That was one crazy year! The Beatle’s last public performance. The first flight of the Concorde. The Boeing 747 made its debut. The Pontiac Firebird Trans Am was THE car to have. There was Woodstock. Neil Armstrong and “Buzz”Aldrin were the first humans to step foot on the moon. I turned 16 years old that summer. That’s a magical age anyway, then add all these huge events…it was a pretty monumental year.

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So, I’ve decided…I’m going to end my sixties with a bang and shoot for all kinds of good things. Lots of camping and nature. And lots of time with my family and friends. Here’s to a really good year…and many more!

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“May he grant you your heart’s desire and fulfill all your plans!”

\nPsalm 20:4 ESV\n
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The color is washed out in this photo. I was sitting in the shade under the pergola.

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I sleep out in the camper as often as I can in the summer. It not only gives me the feeling that I am really camping, but it also takes me to that safe place of prayer and meditation where I spent the first couple of years after becoming a widow. I was so upset Friday when the camper broke…AGAIN. And I knew I would toss and turn with my stomach in knots. So, I settled in, turned on the fans, and stretched out to read and write and knit. 

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The former Mrs. FixIt came over yesterday with a picture of a border collie that she decoupaged on wood. It looked just like Alice and it was so sweet of her to bring it to us. She was on her way to the nursery to get some plants at their big sale. If it weren’t for the fact that we travel and camp so much during the summer, I would have gotten some, too. But no one is here to water them regularly and I hate to spend good money on flowers that will either wither and die or be eaten my the local fauna. It was lovely to visit with her, though.

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We had a very lazy, lay low day. We thought we might go out to the farm to mow, but it really didn’t need it on Wednesday when we were there. Maybe Monday. We cooked out and ate on the deck by the pool, which was lovely….our first time this season. The high here was only 75° yesterday and I can handle that all day long. Starting Tuesday, we head into the 90’s…just in time for my camping trip with the girls! Thank God for air conditioning in the camper! When I camp with my camping gals, we chat all morning, and then sit in the shade with fans till we can’t stand it anymore, then we nap and read in the AC till the evening starts to cool off. That’s my kind of camping!

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We’ll mow here today. I know…it’s Sunday. The day of rest and praising Jesus…both of which I can do from the seat of a tractor. I’ll crank up my music on the headphones and worship Him in His creation…taking care of what He gave us. 

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““Worthy are you, our Lord and God, to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things, and by your will they existed and were created.””

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There is ALWAYS something that needs to be fixed…especially when you live on a farm!

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I know I said I wasn’t going to go to town yesterday, but…I had to. I ordered a lamp for the turn signal on my truck and it came in. The nice parts dude woke me up at 8:30 to tell me so what choice did I have? I ran in, picked up the part, and headed to Kohl’s to pick up a few things for summer. I was really excited to get several shirts, a sweater, and a dress for under $100! I stopped at Walmart to get some windshield washer fluid and saw a couple more things I couldn’t live without so my summer wardrobe is complete.

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I picked up lunch on the way home and called Mr. FixIt to be ready to head to the farm as soon as I got there. We needed to finish up the pump and get the water back on. We made great progress…finally getting the parts reconnected and the pump primed. Then…we found a pinhole leak in one of the old parts we were trying to reuse. We turned everything off, released the pressure, took the old parts off and headed to the closest hardware store…only to discover they were closed by the time we got there.

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We stopped for an ice cream cone. Ice cream makes you think better, you know! lol We regrouped and decided to drive all the way into Parkersburg and get the parts at Lowe’s then head back to the farm. We worked from 2-9pm but we finally got that thing back together and running! You never saw such celebrating when we plugged that pump in and it came to life! There is still a very, very slow drip at one connection. We are going to let it sit overnight. Sometimes sediment in the line can plug theses up. If not, we’ll get some of that epoxy putty you can use to stop leaks and see if that works before taking the whole thing apart again.

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The pump hasn’t been running for several months and there was a great deal of sediment in the water. I was a bit shocked when black water came out of the faucet, but then I remembered that time I left the tub running and ran the well dry. That scared the heck out of me because I thought I’d ruined it, but it came back once the water seeped back into the well.

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Today is mowing day. This is the time of year when we need to mow about every five or six days. It’s supposed to storm tonight so we need to get it done. Mr. FixIt spaded the flower bed yesterday morning where we plant the Elephant Ears every year. We’ve decided not to plant tomatoes at home this year. Our soil here just doesn’t produce a good yield for all the work it takes. A friend of Mr. FixIt’s lives in Parkersburg and still owns his dad’s house. Their yard produces the BEST tomatoes ever. Since Joe doesn’t live there full time, we’re going to plant our tomatoes over there this year in the hopes of having a better crop.

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Lots to do this week to get ready for the trip west. I’ll trying to get out of here on Thursday…Friday at the latest. I called yesterday to check on the progress of the camper repair. As you might imagine…they still haven’t received the parts. I told them if it isn’t ready, I’ll just pick it up on the way through and use a cooler this trip. I can drop the camper off on my way home from Colorado. 

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I told Mr. FixIt on the way home from the farm last night…I’m not doing a thing on Sunday. It’s our day of worship and rest!

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“Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.””

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It’s always a sad, sad day when we have to say goodbye to the beach. Even though our week started out pretty rocky with a strong gale, lots of rain, and unseasonably cool weather…we ended on a high note yesterday! We spent the day out on the beach with plenty of sunscreen and still got sunburned. Mr. FixIt fished his little heart out, loving the new rod and reel I got him for his birthday. 

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He didn’t catch a thing. Not even a nibble. Yet a fellow just a few yards from him was pulling fish in left and right. His last catch of the day was a very respectable Black Drum that any angler would have been proud to hook on a line. It turned out he was using blood worms for bait and Mr. FixIt was using his standby…squid. Maybe next year he’ll try something different. 

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I took my knitting and enjoyed the sun and surf. I watched a pod of dolphins rising along the shore. Osprey, pelicans and laughing gulls kept the skies above the beach busy. There was a ton of people-watching to do. Mr. FixIt always wears a WV hat and folks invariably stop to chat about their connection to the Mountain State. The wind picked up as the afternoon wore on and I eventually caved and put on my jacket and draped my sweater over my knees. We finally…reluctantly…pulled ourselves away around 4:30 and headed back to the condo for a brief rest.

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We caught the last sunset of our stay. As we walked back to the truck, I noticed patches of Stemless Evening Primrose scattered in the coarse, sandy soil…their delicate yellow blossoms opened for such a brief time. We came back to the condo and cleaned and packed so we could get an early start this morning. We’re thinking we might get to stop at our favorite pancake house on the way out of town.

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I want to thank you for coming along with us on this fun week at the beach. I’ll be doing the first half of the driving then Mr. FixIt will take over and I can knit the rest of the way home. We’ll be back to the regular programming tomorrow and the mowing, gardening, and cleaning cycle begins anew. 

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Prayers for travel mercies. See you tomorrow from Wild, Wonderful West Virginia!

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“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.”

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We walked down to the beach after breakfast yesterday and it was pretty windy and cool. Mr. FixIt wants to fish with his new rod and reel I bought him for his birthday, but it’s been so chilly this week…it just hasn't happened. I told him it didn’t matter to me…if he wanted to bring the stuff out to the beach and fish, I was game for anything. He thought about it for a bit and said, “Wanna drive up to Corolla and see the horses?” I said, “Wanna take your bait with you and fish when we get there?” He lit up! Win Win!

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We packed a picnic lunch and headed north on the island to where the paved road turns to sand. The first time Mr. FixIt brought me out on the beach, I was scared to death! I looked out at the waves and through an optical illusion, they looked much higher than my truck and I was just sure we were going to get stuck in the sand. Or worse…swept out to sea. 

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Mr. FixIt drove on the beach his whole life so this is second nature to him. I trust him explicitly. And, accidents can happen. Since that first time out there, I’ve done a lot of work on fear and anxiety and trust. And, since nothing happened to me the first time, I figured my chances of dying were now reduced to 50/50. Besides, God tells us to cast all our fears on Him. So I threw great big handfuls of fear over to Jesus and He caught them…like He always does!

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It was wonderful! We no sooner got out on the sand till we saw one of the wild horses. I told Mr. FixIt that God puts that one there for the scaredy cats so when they back out after 100 feet, they can still say they saw a wild horse. We didn’t see any more this time and none of the babies. We drove up the beach a ways and parked the truck along the high tide mark. Mr. FixIt got his chair and gear out. I really don’t like the chairs we brought with us. They are lighter and easier to carry out to the beach, but they are so uncomfortable. I decided to sit in the truck with the window down where I could be out of the wind, yet still hear and smell the ocean and be comfortable. 

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I knitted and watched the waves. I’ve learned how to knit without looking so I can multitask now. Mr. FixIt came in every once in a while to warm up or have a little something to eat. As we expected, fishing wasn’t any good, but we had a great time. He loves his new rod and reel and said it’s so much easier to cast which was the goal.

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We finally gave up and went on the prowl for a treat. I got a kiddie cup of peach ice cream. I can remember my dad’s only sister…my Aunt Marge…making this delicacy in the summer when we would go to her farm for a visit. She was a remarkable cook and her ice cream was the best! This wasn’t anything like hers, but thinking of her, sitting on her front porch with Queenie, the Norwegian Elkhound at her feet made me smile with warm memories. Aunt Marge had a hand pump out on the side porch of her house. I have distinct memories of pumping a pitcher of water that was so cold and so sweet and pure it gave you shivers to drink it. 

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We came back to the condo and stretched out for a little snooze before heading to the sound to watch the sunset. I thought of you all and wished you could see it then remembered, I haven’t done a live FB video for a while so it set that up. A little glitch at the front because I forgot you couldn’t shot landscape…it had to be portrait. Once that was fixed, I chatted with a few of you as the sun set. That was lovely and really added to the magic of the evening. 

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Isn’t it amazing…I can stand on the Currituck Sound watching the sunset and bring it to you live. From a phone. A phone so powerful it knocks the socks off my first few home computers. The lunar landing module had less computer power than we carry around in our pocket. We are so hyper connected and that can be really bad. We never unplug and just “be” anymore. But, it can be beautiful…just like last night. Friends hanging out together and thanking God for technology and sunsets.

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Life is beautiful…even in it’s supreme messiness.

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“Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.”

\nPhilippians 4:11-13 ESV\n
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(I have no idea where this photo was taken. It was just for demonstration of high waves from a gale.)

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We’ve experienced hard rains at the beach before. But yesterday was my first “gale warning”. I knew that meant hard rain and strong winds. I’ve never experienced sustained winds of 34-47 knots over a period of several hours with waves reaching eight to ten feet or higher. I would have loved to have gone out to the beach to take photos at the height of the storm, however it was raining so hard and there was standing water all over the place. There was a time when I was so grief crazed that I stood in the surging surf a ways south of here during the tail end of a hurricane. Looking back on those pictures, I realize no sane individual would do such a thing. My better angels told me to stay put and knit and nap yesterday…which is exactly what I did.

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Mr. FixIt did venture out for a little bit yesterday afternoon and game back in looking like a drowned rat…soaked to the skin. I bundled him up in a fuzzy blanket while he sipped hot tea to revive himself. I ended up looking for a photo of high surf from a gale and this is what I found. It is not mine…the photographer is Gail Johnson. I have to say…it’s an incredible photo. 

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I’m hoping the winds settle down today. Today’s high is only 59° but it will be sunny and gorgeous. We’ll get back out on the beach. I also want to go to Knitting Addiction for my yearly visit and have lunch at High Cotton…our favorite BBQ joint down here. I finished knitting another hat last night and started a pair of socks. As I’m sitting here writing this, I can hear the surf churning in the distance…an ever present background white noise that rises and falls with regularity. I can hear the occasional car pass on Highway 12…the main drag that goes up and down the length of the islands known as The Outer Banks. We are on a portion of the island that isn’t quite a half mile wide, located between the Atlantic Ocean and Currituck Sound. The smell of the salt on the cool and constant breeze washes over me and settles me.

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I didn’t grow up a “beach goer”. Our family didn’t have money for extravagant trips. Our idea of a proper vacation was staying with my Uncle Bud and Aunt Viv for a week in the mountains. Mom would stay and chat with my aunt all day while my dad would go fishing in the many trout streams. My brother and I played with our cousins and thought it was a big time. 

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Mr. FixIt’s family always went to the beach. One set of grandparents lived near Virginia Beach so sand was in their blood. From a very young age, Mr. FixIt’s grandmother would load up four little boys under the age of ten, pack a big old canvas army tent, and head to the rustic campground down on the tip of Hatteras Island. They would camp for a month…grandma and grandsons…no electric, no water, cooking over a campfire. For a MONTH! That woman was the definition of a steel magnolia.

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In the sixty-five years since that wonderful grandma introduced her wild and wooly grandsons to beach camping, Mr. FixIt has only missed ONE year coming down here. Showing this place off to me has been one of his greatest pleasures. There’s always something to do and see…again and again. I want to go see the ponies up in Currituck. There were four new babies born this spring. I want to go to the Elizabethan Gardens again. They are lovely. I’m sincerely hoping we have at least ONE day warm enough to sit out on the beach while Mr. FixIt fishes in the surf. 

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Another day done. Four more to go.

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“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.”

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Red Deadnettle in the ever growing grass of spring

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No…not the hotel. And no…not the landscaping company of Giuliani fame. I’m talking the four seasons of the year. Beautiful and somewhat delineated from each other by calendar dates. Not so much on your trip to take The Big Birdhouse to the dealer to get her fridge fixed/replaced. We saw four seasons in the span of about thirty minutes. We went from sunny with big puffy white clouds to rain to sleet to graupel and back. The temperature dropped. There was thunder and lightning. Ahhh…fickle Mother Nature in all her glory!

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We dropped off the camper and implored them to have her ready by the first of May for the trip to Colorado. They said the small refrigerators are easier to get than big ones so it’s a pretty fair bet it’ll happen. I hope. If they can’t get it ready by then, I’ll just pick it up and drop it back off on the way home in May and they can fix it then. I can always use a cooler. 

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My daughter has asked why I don’t just fly. Well, there are a number of reasons. Flights these days get cancelled at a moment’s notice. I can’t get tied up like that. People have seemingly lost their ever loving minds on flights these days and act like spoiled two year olds that didn’t get the right cookie and they need a nap. I don’t have the time nor patience to deal with that. Rental cars are exorbitant nowadays and I don’t want the hassle. I’ll be perfectly fine pulling The Birdhouse out there and back. I’ll feel better having my own little house with my own stuff and my own bed. It’s an adventure, right?

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We did a thing yesterday. For the very first time since February 2020…we ate inside a restaurant. *gasp* I explained to the hostess that this was our first time back in and, while we are not afraid, we would appreciate a table away from others. She smile and said, “No explanation needed. I’ve got just the right place for you!” She picked up two menus and took us around the corner to a booth away from everyone. We had southern barbecue and sat and visited…like normal people. It felt weird…but wonderful!

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By the time we got home, the temp had dropped and the rain had all but stopped. The wind blew some things around on the deck so Mr. FixIt straightened those out. That’s when I noticed the miniature rhododendron by the pool had a few blooms on it. I ran outside to document this momentous occasion on my phone camera. As I wrote this, I had the window open…listening to the birds and the spring peepers singing their loves songs. 

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Today is going to be lower key. Taxes, knitting, maybe a softball game if they don’t get rained out. Mundane things. Things we take for granted as “more of the same”. But, what would happen if we changed our expectations to one of gratitude for the opportunity to do things that sustain us? What if we look for the extraordinary in the every day humdrum of life? What if we invite Jesus to come do some fun stuff with us today? You know…I have a feeling Jesus loves to do fun things with us too and not just hear requests for help with the hard stuff. 

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How will you fill your world with gratitude today?

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“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever.”

\nPsalm 136:1 ESV\n
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One of the main reasons people fall in love and get married is chemistry. This includes being “tuned into” each other. One of the main goals of marriage is to keep that connection going. It can be all too easy to go adrift in your relationship. I think having that and losing it when Mr. Virgo died made me all the more aware of what I’d lost when he was gone. I was adrift without oars.

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I frantically searched for someone with that kind of connection and in my crazed, grief stricken state, I even manufactured it. Then, after a few years of being on my own, I realized I had become in tune with God and that was far more meaningful. Then Mr. FixIt came along and he was icing on the cake. Let me give you an example.

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We love macaroni and cheese, but we rarely eat it because of the fat and salt content. I usually end up making a pan of the homemade variety a couple of times a year, but that is an all day chore and frankly, I just haven’t been as into cooking this winter as I have been the last couple of years. I go in phases.

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Mr. FixIt and I both had things to do in town yesterday. I went to the yarn shop to knit for a few hours with the girls, which was so nice. I left earlier than my sweetheart and sometime in the afternoon, we connected by phone. We both went on and ran errands. I was hungry and went on the hunt for something yummy. The only thing I could think of was macaroni and cheese. And not any old thing. I wanted Kraft Deluxe Macaroni and Cheese…the kind full of fat and salt. I was feeling peckish. I ended up with some take out from a Mexican place and it was…meh. 

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When I got home some time later, Mr. FixIt had beat me there by a half hour or so. I walked in the kitchen to put my leftovers in the fridge and what was sitting on the counter? Three boxes of Kraft Deluxe Macaroni and Cheese!!! This happens all the time with him. When we were just dating, he called me and asked how that bagel was that I had for breakfast. I hadn’t had a bagel in years…I hadn’t discussed bagels with Mr. FixIt…but I bought some the afternoon before and had just finished one when he called! It’s all so Twilight Zone…in the best possible way.

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Keeping the lights on in a relationship shouldn’t be hard work, but it does demand attention. My dear friend Diane who passed away in December would read my blog posts about Mr. FixIt and say, “Better you than me, girlfriend. I have no need nor desire for a relationship. I’m fine here on my own.” We’re all different. I was doing fine on my own, but I sure am glad Mr. FixIt stumbled into my world! 

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My sweet little hat that I’m knitting is coming out lovely. I will say, cables slow you down. I’m a fast knitter, but you can’t really hurry through cables. You have to really pay attention. I had to back it up many times. But, it’s so pretty and soft. I’ve decided to try knitting a gift for each family member this year for Christmas. At this rate, I’ve got a good head start!

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“As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace:”

\n1 Peter 4:10 ESV\n
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One of the hardest things about knitting a “pair” of anything is getting them to match exactly. Such was the case with the mittens. First, I think I stopped a little short on the thumb gusset, then I knitted a little tighter, creating a slightly smaller mitten the second time. Not enough to be a real problem and it can be corrected with proper blocking. But still, it is a little frustrating to follow a pattern and get different results. I have about five and a half inches of the matching hat finished then I can set that project aside and be finished with this yarn. 

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I’m trying to use up some of the yarns I have in my stash. The owner of the yarn shop I’ve been frequenting told me someone asked her how many UFO’s she had. (UFO - UnFinished Objects) she told the gal she thought she had four or five. She went home and counted. Turns out she has more like a couple dozen. That’s what happens when I do needle crafts. I see these beautiful yarns and I have to have them. At one point, I had enough yarn to knit a dozen pairs of socks. I’m whittling it down to a more manageable level.

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I slept in the camper on Saturday night. I use the term loosely because I only slept sporadically. I discovered the electric blanket does indeed work. It must have been way too cold for it to overcome the last time I stayed out there. I was reading along about 3:00am when I heard a scream right outside the camper that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It happened again and again then started running away from me toward the creek. By the speed it was traveling, I knew it had to be something fast. I looked up animal sounds on the internet and determined it was a fox. The resultant adrenalin kept me up the rest of the night.

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The rain started around 4:00 in the morning and continued off and on all day. The former Mrs. FixIt came for a visit in the afternoon which is always such a delight. We had a lovely conversation as I rocked and knitted. We are all so blessed that we have cultivated our friendship. So many divorced couples are so hateful and it isn’t good for anyone involved. She and I have an awful lot in common. I save my magazines for her. She saves coupons for us. It’s wonderful to have such a large and blended family.

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As I settled in to write this last night, I had the window open and the spring peepers were calling for the first time this year. I heard them the night of March 2nd up near where my bonus son lives, but this is the first time here on “Marshmallow Ranch”. Mr. FixIt was in the family room when he called to tell me there was a little peeper on the family room window. It took me quite a while to capture a photo because of lighting, but I finally managed. They are such cute little things.

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It is Monday…a brand new week. A brand new opportunity to be our best selves and to love the way Jesus loves. My heart breaks with every news report coming out of Ukraine. To listen to them speak of their prayers to God to give them strength and courage and to vanquish their enemies from their land humbles me. To watch the villagers in Poland running to greet the mothers and children and elders with open arms fills me with hope. To watch the mothers packed in rail cars with their babies traveling into the unknown, leaving their husbands and fathers behind to fight an unjust war fills me with dismay and anger.

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I cannot help but wonder how things would have been different if it was Mr. Virgo sitting by my side watching these scenes unfolding. I’ve wondered about the differences between our political viewpoints and how those might have affected us the last few years. As I count down to the ninth anniversary of his death, I am compelled to recognize how difficult it might have been for us. We were both firmly entrenched in our ideals. I can’t help but think the state of the world today might have driven a wedge between us. As it is, he died before that particular scenario played out. There is nothing good about losing him. And, if he had to go then, it was before anything could have affected us negatively. I do know he would not have handled the pandemic well. 

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Mr. FixIt and I are perfectly aligned…politically and spiritually. This knowledge allows me to relax. I don’t have to walk on eggshells or worry about saying the wrong thing. I guess the larger lesson is this…I shouldn’t have worried so much about it before and been more true to myself. I think I finally grew into the person I was always meant to be once I began to emerge from the flames of grief. That is why Mr. FixIt and I are so compatible. We’ve both had the rough edges knocked off by life and we just fit together…like peas and carrots.

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“And he said to them, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. Behold, I have given you authority to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy, and nothing shall hurt you. Nevertheless, do not rejoice in this, that the spirits are subject to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.””

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We went to bed at least two hours early the night before my surgery. My alarm was set for 4:00. Mr. FixIt awoke at three. I didn’t lollygag around and jumped right in the shower. I needed to scrub again with that special antibacterial soap to cut down the risk of infection during surgery. My skin feels like the Sahara Desert but I’m clean as a whistle.

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We left at 4:30…plenty of time to navigate the icy, snow packed streets for the five block drive to the hospital. Mr. FixIt dropped me off at the front door of the registration area and headed for the parking garage. Unfortunately, the doors were locked. An employee came along and let me in with him. I walked all around and there was a sign that said the registration area was closed. I couldn’t find anyone to even ask, so I called my sweetie to come back and get me. We were obviously at the wrong spot. 

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He was already in the parking garage so he swung back around and they let I’m out without paying. He came to get me and dropped me off at the other hospital and headed back to the garage. And….there was no one there, either! I called him back. The guy at the garage must have thought he was crazy. He came and got me and we went back to the first hospital and this time there was a line at the desk ten deep and I was now 10 minutes late!

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Someone mentioned if you were there for an early surgery, you needed to go over to a different room. A few of us made our way their, asking “What time is your surgery?” along the way, democratically selecting the priority patient. I won. Within two minutes, I was called with another couple to follow a gentleman to the preop staging area. I was assured someone would bring my husband along as soon as he came in from the parking garage.

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I went through the typical rigamarole one is subjected to when prepping for surgery. Lots of questions that you’ve already answered a hundred times. An IV placement by a very skilled IV Nurse along with a blood draw. ECG tabs placed on my chest and a reading taken. Blood pressure taken, pulse counted, blood oxygen measured. Papers signed. Visits by the different departments involved. And finally, the wait for the attending physician to arrive….this time after driving in on bad roads.

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I’ve had a lot of surgeries and worked in medicine for a long time. There is something I do every time I’m about to go under the knife. I look around the room and ask in an upbeat voice… “How are we all doing today? Is this a great day, or what!?!” Then I grab the hand of the nearest staff member and say a quick prayer.

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“Jesus, be with us today. Thank you for these good people.”

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I’ve never had someone take their hand away.

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The most lovely young women hovered around my head, smiling behind their masks. One said, “What music would you like to hear?” The first thing that popped in my mind was Enya’s Watermark Album. I listen to that on headphones whenever I’m at the dentist. I have since the ‘90s. She turned it on and set her phone by my head and I listened to the muted tones of Orinoco Flow. My shoulders relaxed as I remembered the days when my baby was tiny and I would dance her around the room, gently swaying and rocking her to sleep. I knew I was going to get to dance yesterday, even if it was just in my mind.

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There was something special about the way these women guided me off to sleep. Female voices. Nurturing voices. Hands holding me, paying rapt attention to me as if I were the center of the universe. It was like a lullaby. 

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“Hear us now.” A plastic mask was placed over my face. “Now…take a couple of deep slow breaths and you’re going to feel sunshine going into your hand.” I smiled at that image. It didn’t burn or sting…it was the pleasant feeling of sunshine on my skin. “Now, you’ll taste the sunshine and we’ll be right here with you.” I tasted the sun on the edge of my tongue and I was totally gone.

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What an amazing way to go to sleep. And, you know what? I woke up the very same way…warmed by the sun, the memory of dancing with my baby to the Orinoco Flow still fresh in my memory, even though three-and-a-half hours had passed. It was remarkable. I must write them a note to thank them for their precious way.

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Again, there was good news, and uncertain news. This surgeon was also unable to visualize the two parathyroid glands that they couldn’t find in Florida. However, the upper right, which was normal in March of 2020 was now enlarged and putting off too much parathyroid hormone so it was removed. My numbers didn’t go down in the OR like they had hoped. There was a possibility that part of my thyroid would be removed in order to take out any glands trapped inside. The surgeon made a decision to leave the thyroid intact because my vocal cord nerve was enmeshed in it and he didn’t want to risk damaging my voice.

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So, here we are….back where we were last March. Hopefully optimistic with eleven months of experience to the otherwise under my belt. Going in a second time is risky. Going in a third time can be outright dangerous. I don’t know if it was the gentle way I was led under sedation or my skill at pragmatism, but I’m ready to move forward into whatever is waiting ahead of me. 

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God is the ultimate healer, so I’m just going to give this to him every day and ask him to take care of it for me. Sometimes we can’t fix things…we can just carry them. I’m not upset. I’m still hopeful. I trust Jesus to carry this…either away from me, or for me. Either way, I will feel joy!

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“Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for you are my praise.”

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Mr. FixIt and I have lazy mornings in the winter. We don’t have to hurry outside to mow or get the outdoor work done before the heat of the day. One or the other of us wakes up, and our movements awakens the other. We stretch and say our good mornings. We ask each other “How did you sleep?” Then we check to see what the temperature is outside. What is the day going to look like? Do we have anything on our schedule? What’s new in the world? We catch up on our social media and the news. By that time, he’s awake enough to get up and get the tea kettle on. Then he moseys out to let Pumpkin out of the building so she can begin her busy day of grand adventures around our little homestead.

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I usually stay in bed for a little while longer. I used to try to read my bible studies first before I read anything else. But my aging brain has a tendency to focus on the last thing I read and I don’t want that to be the news. So, I read my morning devotionals and make my way to the kitchen for a cup of tea.

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However, yesterday morning as I was getting out of bed, I heard a bird I couldn’t identify. I opened the Merlin app on my phone and went to the window to see if I could capture this new song. Even though I crept quietly to the window, the bird must have seen me through the window or heard me somehow, because that sweet song stopped. I carefully laid the phone on the windowsill and went on in the bathroom for my morning ablutions. 

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When I came back out and picked up my phone, there were two songs identified. The American Crow and the Greater White Fronted Snow Goose. That’s odd. From the red dot after the bird identification, this bird should not be seen at all in our neck of the woods. And I don’t mean an errant neighbor either. This bird is often seen in South Dakota. So, either we had a trespasser, or more likely a misidentification. 

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The Merlin app has a really cool feature. When it identifies a bird, you can click on it and listen to the sound it recorded and identified. I picked up my phone and clicked on the bird and heard….ummmmmmm….a recording of my “morning ablutions”! Gasp! Well, we’ll just erase that particular recording ‘cause nobody has to hear THAT! lol

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These really cold days have had birds flocking to our feeders. The beautiful flashes of color zooming in and out have been wonderful to watch. Like the picture I posted above, if the temperature and light are just right, you can see a bird’s breath when they sing their beautiful songs. I’ve never been able to capture the photo myself. There are often moments you can only relive in your memory because a camera wasn’t handy or you were quick enough on the draw.

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This reminds me that every day, all over the world, beautiful things are happening in every moment but we just aren’t there to see them. That doesn’t make them less beautiful. But it should serve as a reminder to always look up when we are out in nature. God puts on a show every single day if we just slow down and look.

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May you all take moments to feel peaceful and centered and look for the beauty of today.

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Happy February!

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❄️❤️❄️

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“Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.”

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I grew up in Small Town, America in the ‘50s and ‘60s. It was very much the Leave it to Beaver upbringing most of us Boomers experienced. We didn’t have a TV till I was well into grade school. It was mesmerizing. I remember staring at the black and white screen with the snow and the squiggly lines and wondering, “What magic is this???” Mr. Cartoon and Captain Kangaroo and Father Knows Best. I Love Lucy and What’s My Line? and Donna Reed. They soon gave way to American Bandstand and Laugh In and Saturday Night Live.

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The television became the centerpiece of modern living. Father with his newspaper and pipe, Mother with her mending basket. The children, sprawled out on the living room floor with a dog, maybe. All watching Ted Mack’s Amateur Hour or Sing Along With Mitch. Lawrence Welk or The Ed Sullivan Show. All after homework and baths were done, of course.

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We watched the news with Chet Huntley, David Brinkley, John Cameron Swayze, Edward R. Murrow, John Chancellor, and everybody’s dad…Walter Cronkite. That was when the news was THE NEWS. No spin, just facts. Somewhere along the way, the regulations that governed news programming to be truthful were done away with and our sense of honor was whittled away with it…piece by piece.

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But, I digress.

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The center of the modern home was a box that started to tell you what you believed in, what you should buy, what you should eat, how you should live. What kind of house, makeup, car, books, movies, vacations….everything you NEEDED…carefully orchestrated and directed by Madison Avenue advertising. It is remarkable how much of it you don’t even realize till you unplug yourself from the tentacles reaching through the screen and into your hearts, your minds, and your wallets. 

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I didn’t have TV for the five years between my divorce and meeting Mr. Virgo. I didn’t miss it one bit. My life was full and active and fun. For the six-and-a-half years I had Mr. Virgo, the TV became the center of the universe again. I hated it. Except for musical competition shows and historical documentaries, I couldn’t stand it. But, we do things for love, don’t we? I sat alongside my husband, watching the shows. Watching the shows. Not fiddling on my phone or doing cross stitch or filling in the family tree. Watching the shows, so we could discuss the shows during the commercials. Did I say I hated TV? Oy.

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Then, he was gone. And the TV was soon gone, as well. The quiet was jarring after the years of daily cacophony streaming out of the expensive sound system we had to have to make the Civil War scenes come to life in our living room. I didn’t miss the TV. I missed the man. 

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Five years passed with no TV. Then I married Mr. FixIt. Ever so slowly, TV crept back into my life…it’s insidious lure tearing at my resolve. I will say, it’s easier to stay away from the TV in the summer. There’s just too much to do outside to sit and watch mindless television. But it more difficult in the winter. If I’m going to sit and knit in the family room, Mr. FixIt is going to have the TV going. I will admit, I like the silly game shows like America Says and Family Feud. I really enjoy Andy Griffith reruns. And who doesn’t laugh at the crazy antics of Niles and Frazier Crane? 

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We watch the news at noon and again during the dinner hour. Then we catch two episodes of Big Bang Theory and I’m done. I gather my phone, kiss my sweetheart on the top of his very cute head, and head to the back bedroom to write. We drove up to Columbus yesterday for my preop medical appointments today. It’s harder to get away from the television in a hotel room. This time I remembered to bring my rechargeable Bluetooth headphones and I listened to my “writing soundtrack”…an eighty minute recording of a roaring fire with rain and thunder in the background. He can watch anything his little heart desires and I’m off on some mountain in the woods, happy as a little clam.

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My sweetheart has a major birthday next week. When we were discussing the number the other day, we both marveled that we’ve actually lived this long. His parent’s died young…from the fallout of the ‘50s. Smoking. We both are kind of amazed we’re still here. And pretty darned happy about it, I must say. We still won’t go into a restaurant and eat a meal. We haven’t done that in two whole years. So, we’re going to order a lovely meal and enjoy it at the hotel tonight. It ought to taste pretty darned good after a long day at the hospital.

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I’m almost finished with the third pair of socks and can start the sweater. I brought the yarn for that project so I can work on it if I finish the last sock. Seven more sleeps and I can get the surgery behind me!

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“But you must not forget this one thing, dear friends: A day is like a thousand years to the Lord, and a thousand years is like a day.”

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The sock grows more…day by day.

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I woke up yesterday and turned off the “sleeping” notification on my iPhone. I’ve started setting that because my phone would start buzzing as soon as others far more industrious than me were up and texting. My phone came alive with notifications, one of which was a missed phone call and subsequent voicemail. When I checked, it was a call from the scheduler for my endocrine surgeon’s office! Yes! This was a good sign.

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After I was up and had performed my morning ablutions, I returned the call to Melissa. We’re on a first name basis now. I already had an appointment scheduled with the voice clinic to check my vocal chords for next Friday afternoon. I need to see the anesthesia clinic as well and Melissa was able to get me an appointment Friday morning. That way we only have to make the one trip up before surgery.

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I was really surprised when she told me I would be with the anesthesia people for two hours. When I went to Florida for my first surgery last March, the anesthesiologist came in to see me as I was being prepped for surgery. That was it. I have to say, OSU is very thorough and that makes me feel so much more comfortable. My appointment with the voice clinic will entail a scope that goes down my throat so the doctor can see my vocal cords. I should also be able to watch on the monitor.

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Once those two appointments were scheduled, Melissa and I set out to find a good time to do my surgery. I was thrilled when she said we can tentatively choose a date in February. Apparently, people aren’t really thrilled about scheduling surgery on Valentine’s Day. Go figure. I told her, every day is Valentine’s Day in our house, so get me in whenever you can. I’ll take candy hearts for the OR staff and it’ll be a party! I have hotel reservations for both visits.

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This will give me plenty of time to heal before our beach vacation in April and our trip to Colorado in May. And, it won’t interrupt our summer mowing/camping/fun! I am really looking forward to feeling better. I’m praying every day that the surgeon will find the offending gland and remove it and I am healed of this problem. I am SO looking forward to feeling better and getting my life back!!!

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Three weeks from Monday, people! Three weeks from Monday!!!

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“But when I am afraid, I will put my trust in you.”

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#PrimaryHyperparathyroidism, #Surgery, #Parathyroidectomy

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I finished the pretty “seascape” socks last night. I didn’t have a “day of knitting” like I have recently, but I did take my knitting with me to our doctor’s appointments yesterday. What is it with being this age and doctors want to see you every three months??? Hokey Smokes…it feels like we are there ALL the time. As soon as this parathyroid thing is fixed, I do not plan to be going to the doctor nearly as much as we have been. If we could have one week where we have all our appointments, then in three months do it again, that would be more convenient. But that’s not the way it works out, is it?

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We had a lovely day yesterday, in spite of the trip to the doctor. The sun was out and it was in the mid-forties. The snow was melting. We ran our errands and by the time we headed home, the clouds were getting dark and the sky was threatening rain. It didn’t hit till near dark and our lowest temperature of the season was anticipated for overnight. Rain + Overnight Lows = more snow for our area this morning. Would you believe West Virginia’s schools were closed again yesterday??? Now, with this new little bit of snow, I’ll bet dollars to donuts they’ll cancel again today! I just don’t get it. We never had days off like that and we had real snow back then. 

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I’ll stop short of saying we walked five miles to school carrying our lunch…uphill…both ways. But I will say, this was back when girls weren’t allowed to wear pants to school and it got pretty darned cold standing at the bus stop in the morning. We didn’t have anything closely resembling the kind of winter gear that’s available these days. No real snow boots…at least, WE didn’t. We were lucky to have a wool hand-me-down coat and hat. Mom wouldn’t even let me wear pants under my dress just till I got to school and then take them off when I got there. It was ridiculous. 

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We took a ride up to my bonus son’s house yesterday where he and one of the grands were out building a snowman….errrr, snow WOMAN. Complete with makeup. I remember playing in the snow with my friends and then with my kids when they got big enough. I don’t really mind snow so much. I’m just much happier when we don’t have to go anywhere in it.

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This is the fifth winter Mr. FixIt and I have been together. The first year or two, we butted heads over the thermostat. He was used to cranking that puppy up and sleeping in a very warm room because he likes a light cover. I, on the other hand, was quite used to a very cold room with a pile of warm blankets. Slowly over the years, we have adjusted and now the main house stays at 63 all winter and the family room stays toasty warm when we are sitting in there due to the gas stove.

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The bedroom has still been a bit of a sticky wicket. That’s because I like the window to be cracked open a little…no matter what the temperature is outside. I like fresh air. And a cool room actually keeps you healthier. The problem comes when Mr. FixIt walks in from that very warm family room with gas stove and his comforter and his heating pad and walks into the bedroom. I have pretty much solved that with an electric blanket with dual controls. My side is on low just long enough to take the chill off the sheets. His side is on three till he acclimates to the room temp then it’s on low all night.

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I justify this by telling him the story of “Mr. Virgo and the Meat Locker.” Mr. Virgo didn’t like a cool room. He liked a frigid room. He ran the window air conditioner and the floor fan 365 nights a year. It could be -27 outside, and that air conditioner was blowing full blast. That is when I discovered the joys of an electric blanket…and wearing long johns to bed. My side of the blanket varied between 6 or 7 in the summer to HI in the winter. I explained sweetly to my Mr. FixIt that if I could survive that, I’m sure he can survive the 7.5 seconds it takes to climb in a pre-warmed bed.

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All marriages are a give and take proposition. Truly, my Mr. FixIt is a real sport and I’m blessed beyond measure to have him in my life. I try to make up for the room temperature debate in other ways like…bringing him a couple warm chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven with a kiss on top of his sweet head. The quickest way to a man’s heart is warm chocolate chip cookies, right?

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“And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.”

\nRomans 8:28 NLT\n
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Yesterday was my “re-birthday”. It marked 22 years since one of the darkest days of my life. It turned out to be the turning point that actually saved my life. It was the first day of the 8,036 days I’ve spent sober. It was also the lowest point of my depression. Hubby #2 had long since emotionally checked out of our marriage and I had no idea how I was going to survive without him. That night…22 years ago…I overdosed on two full bottles of pills and could easily have died. 

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It was the end of my twenty year marriage, but it was the beginning of the journey back to myself. I became a better mom…a better friend…a better human. In time. It was hard work and I seriously think it was that experience that gave me the tools I needed to navigate the grief of Mr. Virgo’s death. January 6th is Epiphany…a day of joy and faith. Joy and faith eluded me that day in 2000. It took a lot time, but I’ve found both again in ways I’d never experienced…even with my late husband.

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I marked the day with Mr. FixIt. We fiddled around the house a little. We watched some mindless TV. He went to the store for bread and milk. I started knitting the second sock. Then we settled in to watch the “Severe Weather Bulletin” on the news out of Huntington. We can’t get the local news through our satellite company, so we watch what’s happening to our neighbors a couple hours south of us. 

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The “Severe Weather Bulletin” interrupted regular programming for at least three hours. They had remote broadcasts from eight or ten reporters. They’d switch over and the reporter inevitably said, “Yep…it’s still snowing here.” Then they would pan over and show you the snow on the road. Yep…the road was white. It was snow alright. I had to laugh, because…well, I lived in Colorado for forty years. Where…you know…it SNOWS!

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The first snow after Mr. Virgo died. Colorado - December 2013

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It’s so funny to see what happens in different areas of the country when it snows. An inch of snow can paralyze a southern state for days. In Colorado, it’s called October. Or November, December, or any month…clear through May. And sometimes June or July if you’re up in the high country. School let out early yesterday afternoon. You know…to get the kids home before the Snowpocalypse hit. There won’t be school today, I guarantee it.

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When my kids were in school in the mountains of Colorado, they only had one snow day that I can remember. It was -27 and they couldn’t get the buses started that morning. If Coloradans called off school every time it snowed…well, there wouldn’t be much schoolin’. So, I kinda giggle at the mass hysteria when we get a little snow here in West Virginia. It was awfully pretty. And I was really glad we didn’t have any place to go yesterday. We just made a big pot of spaghetti and watched it snow. It was a really good place to be…literally and figuratively. 

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““He orders the snow, ‘Blanket the earth!’ and the rain, ‘Soak the whole countryside!’ No one can escape the weather—it’s there. And no one can escape from God.”

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I finished the first sock yesterday. I had two skeins…one per sock. I nearly ran out of the first skein and it took me a bit to figure out what I did wrong. I followed the pattern precisely, but I think I could have made the top a good two inches shorter. Then the foot could be longer. But, as it is, these will fit Little perfectly. Tiny feet! A perfect Valentine’s treat!

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I didn’t sit all afternoon and knit like I have been. I had some other things to do. I needed to mail three packages. Two late Christmas gifts. And, a book for my dear friend Diane’s granddaughter. She is grieving the loss of her Granny, so I sent her a copy of “Rise Up, Little Bluebirds” written by Kristy Boike. Remember when I shared the story from CBS Sunday Morning about the man who lost his wife to brain cancer? She was an avid gardener and loved bluebirds. So, after she died, he started making bluebird houses. His daughter not only lost her mom, but soon after…lost her father-in-law. Her four children were struggling with the losses and, being a former primary school teacher, she wrote a sweet book that helps kids process their feelings about loss and normalizes conversations about grief. I hope it helps her. That child was the center of Diane’s universe…and vice versa.

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Mr. FixIt got the generator out and cleaned up. It started right up for him and he wanted me to go out and see if I could start it, too. I told him as soon as we became serious about this relationship that I need to know how to do everything around this place…just in case I ever have to do it on my own someday. Once you have lost your spouse, you will forever be aware of how tenuous life truly is and I don’t ever want to be caught flat footed. He reminded me of the steps to get it ready, and on the second pull, it fired right up. We have it out on the covered front porch along with the snow blower (it’s actually battery powered) so we’ll be ready for the coming snowfall. We have the battery plugged in and charging.

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On my way back from the Post Office yesterday, I stopped at the two grocery stores in town to pick up a few things. Dick’s Market for fresh ground hamburger, and deli sliced Colby Longhorn cheese and sliced Tavern Ham. Oh…that ham is fabulous and makes the best sandwiches and is great on breakfast biscuits with egg and cheese. Speaking of biscuits, I stopped at the Pig and got fresh buttermilk, bacon, and some great pepperoni and cheese to make homemade Pepperoni Rolls. I may make a batch of Cinnamon Rolls, too. We’ll see.

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While I’m not a huge fan of winter, I sure don’t mind getting stuck at home with lots of fun foods to bake and eat. And, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be stuck at home with than my sweet husband. Knitting, baking, sitting with my sweetheart, and watching the snow fall outside. It doesn’t get any better than that!

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My world is so vastly different now than it was as a new widow. This is the ninth winter since Mr. Virgo died. That first winter in Colorado as a widow was so awful. We had SO much snow that year and…thank GOD I had great neighbors with snowblowers. Between them and hiring the sprinkler guy to come dig me out of a few really big dumps…plus all the times I shoveled by hand in between…I was absolutely bound and determined I would never live where I had to deal with snow like that again. 

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Enter the Winter of 2014-15. I had moved to West Virginia to live on the farm, but Christmas found me scrambling for other living arrangements. I housesat for a friend for a couple of months up in Marietta, Ohio. I remember sitting in the front window of the second floor loft apartment…drafty and cold…watching the snow pile up outside. I was bereft. Things hadn’t worked out at the farm like I thought they would. And I spent those two months scanning thousands of photos onto external hard drives. The memories were so thick, you could cut them with a knife. And they cut my broken heart even deeper.

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By the end of January 2015, I was living in my camper up on a ridge overlooking the Ohio River. The river was frozen and made sounds like ice being dropped in a cooler…all night, every night. The train ran by within a couple hundred yards…every few hours. Tug boats pushed barges of gasoline, chemicals, and coal up and down the river…day and night. No running water. My fridge stopped working and I lost all my food. I showered at Planet Fitness and did laundry at a laundromat for the first time in three decades. It was…challenging, to say the least. But, it made me a stronger person, I think. I had to learn how to survive and thrive on my own. I wouldn’t trade that experience for anything. However…I wouldn’t necessarily want to repeat it.

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It’s a good life I live here on five acres with Mr. FixIt. I never dreamed I’d be where I am today…and certainly not with my old high school chum. If you would have told me this was where my life would lead, I’d have said you were crazy! Yet, here we are. This is a great story…chapter…volume of my Book of Life.

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“We humans keep brainstorming options and plans, but God’s purpose prevails.”

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I’m making great progress on knitting these socks. You can do that when you sit down and knit for several hours a day. I’m enjoying learning a new technique, and once I got the rhythm down using a single 32” circular needle, I realized my friend Gail was right. I probably won’t go back to knitting socks any other way. Turning the heel was an entirely different proposition altogether and, again, I am SO glad The Crazy Sock Lady filmed an entire tutorial of knitting the sock from start to finish. I am a visual learner, so watching it being done on a video that I could pause while I caught up was extremely helpful.

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I’ve been sharing pictures of my progress on the socks every day and many of you have remarked how you love the pattern. I just wanted to show you what the yarn looks like when it’s in the skein versus what it looks like when you knit it up. The skein looked like a hodgepodge of colors…no rhyme or reason to it. Then, as you knit, you can see that the yarn was dyed via a computer program so that the colors change automatically as you knit and the pattern emerges like magic! So cool!

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As I sat in my recliner knitting yesterday, the house still and peaceful, I let my mind wander to the pattern emerging in my work and realized…life is a lot like this ball of yarn. What we see as utter chaos, God sees as His plan for our lives. We go through the work…the day to day living…and in the background, God already had a preprogrammed pattern in mind. We just can’t see it until we start getting further along in our “knitting”. If we stay the course, the pattern emerges into something beautiful. But if we steer off in the wrong direction and “drop stitches”…the end product will not be nearly as beautiful as what God intended.

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My brother called yesterday as I was knitting. He sounded so good…upbeat and healthy. I was a little worried about him when he moved to his new place. People with cognitive impairment struggle with change. It’s confusing and can cause a regression in their mentation. Sometimes that regression becomes permanent, but I was really happy to hear him doing so much better now that he’s had time to adjust. He said he was really looking forward to spring when he can get out and walk again. He doesn’t walk well enough to go out in the snow. 

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I’m so proud of the job he’s done. Eighteen years ago this month, our mom passed away. He had always lived at home with mom and she did everything for him, which wasn’t beneficial for him, but gave her a sense of being needed. I often told her she wasn’t doing him any favors and there would be a time when he would have a rude awakening. He would not only lose and have to grieve for our mom…he would also have to learn how to do the things mom had always done for him. It wasn’t easy for him. It wasn’t easy for me, either. I had to force myself not to “rescue” him. But I am so incredibly proud of the job he has done…from learning how to do his own laundry to shopping and cooking and keeping his room and himself clean and tidy.

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Mr. FixIt finished installing the new medicine chest in his friend’s bathroom yesterday. Today, he’ll get the snowblower and the generator out and get them ready in case we need them in the coming snowstorms. We are heading into our two-three snow months here in West Virginia. We watched the news last night and saw all those poor people stuck out on I-95 in Virginia for up to 36 hours. Fortunately, we have all the food we could possibly need for a whole month or more here at the house. And when we have our emergency electric supply ready in the form of a functional and fully fueled generator…we’ll be all set. I’m glad we don’t have anyplace to go for a while and can be safe, happy, and healthy at home. 

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We are truly blessed and oh, so grateful!

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“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

\nJeremiah 29:11 NLT\n
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I think it’s rather fitting that, on the last day of what was probably one of our most challenging years since WWII…God would take Betty home. I think those who really enjoyed Betty White’s sassy sense of humor truly wish we could have helped her celebrate her 100th birthday. Then again, maybe she just knew when it was time to make a graceful exit. 

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I’ve always loved Betty’s depiction of Rose on Golden Girls. The ditzy widow from St. Olaf, Minnesota cracked me up time after time. Mr. FixIt and I love to end our days snuggled under the covers and watching funny comedy clips. We often watch Dorothy, Blanche, Rose, and Sophia as they share a home in Miami and laugh at their antics. While the rest of the cast is certainly funny, it’s Rose that steals the show for me.

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It’s hard to believe 2021 is finally over. I swear, this seemed like the year that would NEVER end. It was full of challenges. But it was full of beauty, too. There was travel, camping, visitors, family, old friends and new friends, birthdays, anniversaries. There were campfires and cookouts, antiquing and baking, gathering and letting go. Goodbyes are some of the hardest things we have to endure in life…and there were too many of those this year. 

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Our first rule of the new year…don’t dwell on what went wrong last year. We ended the year full of hope for 2022. 

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May you and yours enjoy safety, good health, and prosperity in the year to come!

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Happy New Year!

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““Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”

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I had one of the most amazing experiences yesterday…and in the days leading up to it. We’ve talked here a lot about anxiety and PTSD. I cannot remember a time since Mr. Virgo died that I didn’t experience incredible, sometimes debilitating anxiety before any medical event. When I was here in the big city to get my 4D CT Scan on October 14th, I spent the night before in the hotel room throwing up from anxiety. This time was completely different.

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I started studying some really good devotionals on anxiety and how to get the upper hand and not let it be the boss. I studied sub-personalities and how they affect worry and stress and the combination of the two…anxiety. I’m a firm believer that knowledge is power in that it can alleviate some of the “unknown” in a situation. But, what really made the difference was pulling out the Big Guns.

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I prayed. You prayed. Everyone I knew to ask prayed. For success. For peace. For calm up to and through the procedure. I spent two days in my camper, pleading with God to show me how to let go of fear and anxiety and the answer He gave me was so simple. “Give it to me.” So, here’s what I did.

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The night before the procedure, I wore my Bluetooth noise cancelling headphones that I wear when I mow. I connected them to my iPad and listened to the soundtrack I always use when I write…a crackling campfire in a thunderstorm. I closed my eyes and let the sound transport me to a beautiful campground in the woods, on top of a mountain. You know how I ask Jesus to go for a walk with me? Well, this time I asked him to go camping with me. 

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We sat around the campfire…sometimes chatting, sometimes still. Every time I had a thought that might send me down the rabbit hole, I tossed it over to Jesus. He caught it deftly with one hand and tossed it in the fire where we would watch the sudden burst of sparks fly up into the night sky. Then…we’d laugh and laugh at how silly those thoughts were. How insignificant, really…in the grand scheme of things. Because, if you think about it…they are thoughts. Thoughts cannot kill you on their own. This was an incredibly powerful visualization and I felt ZERO anxiety leading up to, and even laying on the table having the procedure.

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I was awake…sort of. I knew everything that was going on. I had to be awake enough to follow directions like “Hold your breath” and “Turn your head.” I could feel the catheter in the veins in my chest and neck. Sometimes it tickled. Sometimes it sounded like little bubbles. It was fascinating. They made a small incision in my upper thigh and threaded the catheter through there. Then they threaded it to different veins in my upper chest and neck. 

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Picture a large creek. Upstream, there are a lot of tributaries. What we want to do is walk up each tributary, throw a line in the water, and see if we can catch a fish. But not just any fish. We want the big kahoona. What the catheter did was stick its nose in the mouth of each “creek” to try to sniff out where the big fish is camping. What the doctor wants to see is a BIG number in one of the tributaries. That indicates there’s a bad gland up that stream. They take an outline of the heart and the twelve veins they took the samples from and write the numbers on the corresponding vein on the drawing. Then, the surgeon can see which vein is dumping buckets of parathyroid hormone. He can follow that vein and, ostensibly, hit the mother lode and get that bad boy out of there!

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I cannot make heads nor tails of the numbers, however…I know we are looking for one BIG one. And there was…ONE big one! So, now I’m praying that means they can find the offending gland, take it out, and cure me of this disease that has been robbing so much of my joy the last four years.

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The doctor came in after the procedure and remarked how incredibly calm I was. When I saw him in consult…I was a nervous Nelly. I asked him if he wanted to know my secret. He did. So I told him about camping with Jesus. He listened intently. We finished up and as he left the room, he told me what a pleasure it was to work with me and Mr. FixIt. Then, he looked back around and thanked me for telling him about the visualization I used. He said he was going to try it himself. I love that!

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You never know whose life you are going to touch and under what circumstance. Just know that I am so incredibly grateful to have yet another opportunity to tell you how Jesus works in my life. He amazes me…every time!

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And, here it is…the last day of 2021. Much like the second year after the loss of a loved one, 2021 was harder than 2020. We kinda went into the pandemic thinking we’d knock this out of the park in two or three months…maybe a little more. We couldn’t have believed at the time that it would just get worse…and worse. But there were gems in the flames, as there always are. Science brought us a vaccine and medicines to help. There have been many, many good things that occurred mixed in with the bad. We just have to look for and focus on them. And do our best to ease the burden of the medical community. The gal who checked me in yesterday said she had already had four front desk employees call in sick.

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“Omicron is no joke” she said.

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Here’s to a Happy, HEALTHY New Year for us all! Might I just caution you to open the door slowly and peak in? Don’t threaten 2022 with a haughty attitude of “Bring it on!” Let’s just tip toe in quietly and try not to wake it up or tick it off too bad…ok? Thanks!

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See ya next year!!!

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❄️

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“Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”

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I had kinda forgotten what grief feels like in your body. It’s been over eight years now since I lost Mr. Virgo. I forgot the heavy sighs…that feeling like you just can’t quite take in a deep enough breath. I forgot the deep ache in my chest that physically feels like you’ve been punched in the solar plexus. I forgot how your body hurts…sort of like when you’re coming down with a bad cold.

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I have no real appetite. The tears sit behind my eyes till they can’t anymore then they spill over. I know my friend is fine now. I know the pain she had in her back is gone and she’s healed and beautiful and young and free. She’s probably got the angels rolling in the aisles…if they have aisles in Heaven. She’s with her sister and her mom and her dad and all her loved ones that left before us. She’s probably already looked up every musician she ever loved that’s gone before us and is listening to better live music than any she sought out here.

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But, I’m selfish. I want to keep texting with her and laughing at the absurdities of people and life in general. I want to meet her for dinner and go sit by the river and listen to some great guitar aficionado. I want her to answer all my questions, like “Who do I call to get a new roof on the house?” I want her to text me in the morning to say, “Link’s broken” so I’ll know to go fix my morning post. I want her to call me from her car as she is heading to yet another meeting just to tell me they’re having a sale on turkeys at the Pig.

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We are gathering today to remember…seriously, the funniest woman I’ve ever known. And the world is a little less sparkly. She didn’t want a service. She just wanted her friends to gather and share stories and laugh. I’ll bet dollars to donuts there will be music by the Zac Brown Band playing in the background at the funeral home. I sent photos from my phone to add to those collected from her many other friends for a slide show.

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It’s just barely begun to feel real to me. I went all day yesterday without crying. Because I know she’s ok. I know we can’t understand why God takes people when He does. I know there’s nothing I could have done to change the course of Sparky’s passing. I think it’s perfectly natural to feel some guilt. You know…all the “if onlys” and “I should haves”. A wise friend told me to put that **** in a bag, tie it up tight, and give it to God…and DON’T keep taking it back and peeking in to see if He’s taken care of it for you.

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It’s not easy to say goodbye to someone who was such a huge part of your everyday life. But, I’ll learn to navigate around the Sparky-sized hole in my heart and I won’t fall in every time I think of her. I can hear her now. She could swear till a sailor blushed. The socially acceptable version would sound something like, “Snap out of it!” Yeah…that’s not what I’ll hear her saying though. If you knew her…you know exactly what I’m talking about. If you didn’t, you can well imagine.

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I am actually looking forward to gathering with our friends and fellow classmates and sharing our grief and our memories. I can guarantee there will be tears…but there will be plenty of laughter, too. So, my dear Sparky…it’ll never be goodbye. It’ll only be…wait for us among the stars. We’ll be along, one of these days. Till then…this song’s for you.

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Bittersweet by Zac Brown Band

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❄️

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“Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.”

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I went outside last evening to do something and stopped in my tracks. The curve of the moon…nothing more than a thumbnail…was like a cup, ready to catch the “falling star” that was Venus. It took my breath away. Anytime the moon is near the horizon, it looks much bigger than it really is. And unless you have the proper camera lens, it’s not going to look like much more than a dot on a picture. But I loved the way the Christmas decorations shed light up on the naked maple tree with just the ghostly images of the building and fence. And there was the celestial spectacle, just waiting for me to see it.

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It reminded me of how we live so much of our lives in the dark without knowing what beauty lies beyond our diminished horizons. For instance, if I hadn’t have thought of something I left in the truck, I never would have walked out the back door at exactly the right moment. Yet, this beauty would have been there, whether I saw it or not. We don’t look up enough. Or out, for that matter.

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We are all too often like a pickup driving an old back road. Over the years, the storms that come along turn the road to mud. And when the people come, which they inevitably do, their wheels dig deep ruts in the road. Eventually, the mud dries, but the ruts stay. After a while, it gets harder and harder to steer out of those ruts till it’s actually the road steering us. 

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The only way around that is to look further ahead down the road, plot your course on a different path, and steer away from the ruts. Taking a different path leads to different scenery, different experiences, different outcomes. And, sometimes you are treated to an entirely different view you weren’t expecting.

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There is so much beauty in the world. Don’t let the naysayers and the mainstream media pundits tell you there is not goodness out there. I sat in line at the drive-thru of my favorite coffee shop yesterday. I asked the gal at the window how much the order was behind me? It was under $5, so I said, “Add it to mine.” I pulled off to the side to sit and really savor my coffee slowly and I glanced in my rear view mirror as the person behind me waved enthusiastically. It made me smile at the simple gift I could give to a stranger.

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I had to stop at Walmart to pick up a couple of things and decided to buy longer charging cords for our new phones. There was one young girl waiting on people in the electronics section. I found myself thinking about all the other things I needed to do and asking myself if I should leave the line and pick up what I needed and come back or just wait it out. The thought, “Well, this is just the way things are now. The pandemic has changed so many aspects of our every day lives. The supply chain is messed up. People are not just settling for lower paying jobs now so there’s a shortage of employees. Yada, yada, yada…” 

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I could have gotten myself in a tizzy for nothing. Instead, I listened. Christmas music was playing. A woman was looking at the photos she was picking up and smiling at them. A young man was sitting in one of the electric scooters you can drive around. He was carefully reading the boxes on some sort of electronic item making sure he had the right thing. And elderly couple shuffled slowly by…bent over…holding hands. They carefully carried a small bag of oranges. I felt eyes on me and looked over at the young woman behind the counter. She was so serene in the midst of the line waiting for her attention. She smiled at me.

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“What can I help you with?”

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“Are you sure? I just need a couple of charging cords.”

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“Sure, come on.”

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We walked over and I had what I needed in less than thirty seconds.

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“Thanks so much!”

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“Not a problem. Have a great day!”

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As I turned to walk away, I heard her sweet voice say to the next customer “What can I help you with?”

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There is beauty in the world. You just have to look for it. For some odd reason, that was the impetus I’ve been looking for to get me started on decorating the tree. All of a sudden, that was all I could think of…just getting home and handling the treasures we share just this one time a year. By evening, I had all but the most fragile vintage ornaments up on the tree. I’ll finish them today, vacuum the room and pick up a little, and we’ll call it good. I didn’t put all the tchotchkes out this year. I just wanted to keep it simple. 

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We have a very busy month ahead with lots of end-of-the-year appointments we have to attend. It’s not the laid back holiday month I had hoped for, so keeping everything else simple makes things seem a little less hectic. Having the tree finished opens up opportunities for a little impromptu baking. I picked up some apples and ready made pie crusts. Remember, while homemade from scratch is excellent, there’s nothing wrong with substituting a little store bought to make your life easier.

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Remember…Work smarter, not harder.

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“Like the moon it shall be established forever, a faithful witness in the skies.” Selah”

\nPsalm 89:37 ESV\n
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My Great Great Grandmother…Nellie May

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I talked to my grandma about just about everything. We had a very close relationship. I was the first granddaughter. We held a special bond. I just figured out the other day my grandma was only forty-seven years old when I was born, yet she always seemed “old” to me. Which is ridiculous because the woman could work circles around most men. She never shied away from a hard day’s work. She told me stories of her childhood. How she shinnied up the silo and bellered at the old bull. How she spent the majority of her childhood at her paternal grandparent’s house. How she only went through 8th grade in school so it was important to her that we all were well educated.

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I asked her a lot of questions like…how did Jesus walk on water and did Pop-Pop help around the house and how do you make penuche frosting. But, there were a lot of questions I wasn’t allowed to ask. Her first baby was stillborn. We weren’t allowed to talk about that. Her father left everything to his only son leaving her and her sister’s families to struggle. We weren’t  allowed to talk about that. Her beautiful sonny was killed in a plane crash when I was two. We weren’t allowed to talk about that. She lost her beloved husband just two months shy of their 50th wedding anniversary. We weren’t allowed to talk about that.

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I’ve learned some of the answers by talking to my mom and her siblings. I’ve fleshed out most of the family stories by researching family trees and listening intently to the oral historians who carry my ancestors in their hearts and minds. Those hearts and minds are fading now and I have greater sense of urgency to find the answers before they’re gone for good.

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When I wrote the memory book of the farm this fall, I gathered as many of the old photographs as I could. Many of them were faded, scratched, stained, and out of focus. I found an artificial intelligence app this week called Remini. You can scan old photos and run them through the app to clean them up and bring out details into sharper focus. I’ve been having a lot of fun with that. I especially enjoyed looking into the eyes of my maternal great grandmother…Nellie May.

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I don’t know a lot about her other than the fact she was born out of wedlock which was a huge family scandal at the time. My mother was an avid genealogist long before the internet was a thing. She scoured bibles and libraries and newspaper archives for details. She was the oral historian of her generation and left that to me. She also was in possession of a great many of my grandma’s photos which helped me in my own pursuit of the stories behind the eyes.

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When my great great grandmother had her baby girl, her parents went to the county courthouse and registered the birth as their own…something that was commonly done in those days to avoid a scandal. I remember my grandma was none to happy when Mom started diving in the family tree because she knew there were skeletons in there. Grandma had a saying… “Fools names, like their faces…always seen in public places.” Meaning…let sleeping dogs lie.

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Nellie May died just four days after her 28th birthday, leaving three little children under the age of ten. She had “Bright’s Disease”…the old timey word for renal failure. She married and had her first child when she was seventeen. Life was harder in those days. No automation, no electricity, no phone. Doctors were a commodity most folks could ill afford. In the hills of Appalachia, you were more likely to be treated with herbs and folklore by an old widow woman who lived up a holler in a cabin somewhere.

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Still, I look in her eyes and I see the eyes of the women who made me…my grandma’s round face…my mom’s hooded eyes, much like my own. I see Daughter #2’s complexion. I see Little’s nose. I draw strength from knowing I come from good Scotch-Irish stock. Sturdy women who can face hardships and keep on truckin’. I know there were others before her…and I have photos of her mother.

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I’ll meet her one day. I will finally get all the answers to all my questions. Till then, I’ll hold Nellie May as the Leader of the Pack… the Alpha Female.

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Welcome December!

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❄️

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“But avoid foolish controversies, genealogies, dissensions, and quarrels about the law, for they are unprofitable and worthless.”

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I received an email over the weekend from the daughter of the soldier named on my POW/MIA bracelet! She was thrilled to hear of another of her father’s bracelets out there and thanked me profusely for taking the time to find her. She shared her mailing address and I’ll get the bracelet sent off to her this week. The internet is still good for sharing love and light around the world. Like all tools, it’s what you use it for that makes the difference.

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I fiddled with my new phone yesterday. I’ve been puzzled by something for the last several years. Somewhere along the line on one of my phone upgrades, I went from around 500 contacts in my phone to nearly 3,000! Nearly every name had multiple entries of the same name with all the same contact information. Also, my calendar might have one person’s birthday listed three or four times on their special day. 

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I just couldn’t figure it out. I talked with the people at the Apple Store. Nothing…making the term “Genius Bar” seem somewhat dubious. I’ve asked in various forums. I Googled it. The answers I got varied from “Here…buy this app. It’ll fix it” to long detailed instructions to “get to this setting and click on _______” but the place they wanted me to click didn’t exist. Every once in a while, I’d sit down and delete or link the contacts, but they inevitably came back. I just couldn’t make heads nor tails of the whole thing and figured it was something I had to live with.

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Yesterday, I sat down with the phone and explored the settings. I know it had to be something simple like a switch was selected, but where it was eluded me. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander the “streets” of my phone. What would make something be repeated so much? Then I remembered seeing a drop down menu that listed my five email accounts that I use: one for personal, one to use when I need an email to sign up for something and don’t want to get inundated with spam, one for the Cloud, one for my Apple ID, and one for my business.

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I pondered those five accounts and remembered seeing “Yahoo” on one of the multiples, but not on a different one. I wondered if it could possibly have something to do with the fact I am using so many email addresses. When I went in the drop down menu, there was a place to click on each one. And sure enough, each one consisted of multiple tabs I could select…one of which was “Contacts”. Another was “Calendar”. I went through and unselected everything but email on all of them except for my personal email and the Cloud. 

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Sure enough, I immediately went WAY down on the number of contacts. I spent about an hour linking what few were left as duplicates, as well as deleting names of people I couldn’t even remember. I ended up with 499 contacts! Voila!

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My new sourdough starter should arrive today. I woke up in the middle of the night last week and decided to order a fresh, new batch of starter with a covered crock specifically to use with it. I’ll throw out the old flour and get fresh, new flour and get a nice new batch of sourdough started. It’s about time to get that going again. I’m also going to look up my Aunt Marge’s White Fruitcake recipe and make some fruitcakes soon. And some of Grandma’s Raisin Filled Cookies. 

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Our little town delivers Thanksgiving meals to anyone who wants them. You don’t have to qualify…they just want to share a good meal with everyone. I love our town. We don’t have a stop light in the whole county and we look out for one another. My friend Diane shared the number, so I called and ordered two meals. That means I don’t have to cook a big meal this year. Instead, I’ll start my holiday baking and put up the Christmas decorations this week. We decided our phones are our gifts to each other. That takes a lot of pressure off of holiday preparations and I think we can just sit back and enjoy the whole season this year! That’s the plan, anyway.

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You know what they say about plans, right? lol

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Come…take a walk with me!
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“The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.”

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A hundred lifetimes ago, I baked competitively and had a bit of a reputation around town as The Pie Queen. The year I got four 1st Place and one 2nd Place, I realized God keeps us humble in pretty blatant ways sometimes and I stepped away from competition to let others coming up behind me have a chance at the fame and fun. I never really missed it. Funny, one of the things I kept was that box full of ribbons. Tales of the glory days, I suppose.

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After a lifetime of baking, I know a good baker when I find one. And I’m always on the lookout for a really great bakery. Some time ago, Mr. FixIt and I were driving down a two lane blacktop when I spotted a sign pointing up a holler. “Our Daily Bread and Batter”. (You can find them here: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100074026041367 )  I was intrigued…but I was also hauling a camper. Since I don’t get down that way very often, I never had the occasion to go back, but that little sign stayed with me. I thought, you have to be a pretty good bakery to make a go of it up a West Virginia holler.

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There’s a little house on the main road that goes through our town. Someone came in and tried to open it up as a restaurant, but it just didn’t look very appealing and before long, it was closed up again. The house sat empty for some time. About a month or so ago, I drove through town and saw a sign out front. “Future Home of Our Daily Bread and Batter!” Wahooooo! I went to the post office yesterday to ship off the books to those who wanted them, and on the way home, I pulled into the little parking lot in front of the little blue house for a little…snack!

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As one might expect from the name, I was greeted with artwork and signs of Faith all around. A small basket by the cash register held copies of “Our Daily Bread”…the devotional I used to get from Grandma’s church. I picked one up with a smile, warm memories flooding over me. Or, was that the enticing aromas coming from the little kitchen in the back? Oh, my…it did smell divine in there!

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A small glass case held what was left of the day’s baked treats. It was already 2:00 by the time I got there and someone else had just about cleaned them out. I selected two glazed donuts, two fry pies, and two pepperoni rolls. A few years ago, there was a small country store on the two lane near the farm that sold the best pepperoni rolls I’ve ever had. I have looked everywhere and haven’t found anything near as good…until yesterday! Oh, dear…I can already see that I am going to have to have a weekly ritual throughout the winter to break up the monotony. There’s a small coffee shop that opened this summer. And now, the bakery. Add that to a couple very cute junk shops and a quilt shop housed in the old one room school house, and I can see I may be having some very happy Wednesdays on my calendar!

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I used to have a weekly open house at my needlework shop. Every Wednesday, women would be waiting for me to open the door. They’d haul in their tote bags with whatever project they were working on, and we would sit around the big table in the back of the shop. We’d order lunch in, then the gals would wander around the shop and pick out more projects to work on. The last gal would leave as I locked up the door for the night. Those were always my best days. Not just because I had big sales. That was nice. But, more important was the camaraderie…the communing with other like-minded women. I’ve always said my stitching groups have been my favorite forms of group therapy.

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When I first moved here, I had visions of the big building out back being converted into a space for gatherings, retreats, quilting bees…that sort of thing. Over the years, the hopes of that have slimmed as it’s just so hard for my sweetheart to let go of his “stuff”. I get that…it took losing Mr. Virgo and the need to downsize for me to let go of mine. Now, I picture “the campground”…the space I’m slowly creating to have a ring of campers or tiny homes or a big tent…something where I can gather creative women for an afternoon, or a day, or a weekend. I picture a covered pavilion where we can sit out of the sun or rain…maybe with a fire pit in the middle. It could have sliding doors…or garage doors that could open according to the weather. 

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We always need dreams. It’s what makes us get up in the mornings. It’s what helps us get through hard times. It’s what brings us joy. I’ll keep dreaming and visualizing a real “Marshmallow Ranch”. I will build it…and the gals will join me and we’ll all have a big time! 

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Won’t it be grand?!?!

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“Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life.”

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Photos: Mostly from Our Daily Bread and Batter Facebook Page

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I won’t say my childhood sucked, because there were some really great parts of it. But, due to some of the situations I was placed in as a child, my self esteem took a giant hit and I never felt like I was enough. Or, maybe I was “too much”. Whatever…I never really felt like I fit in. I had a tight core of friends. There were a few bullies. And, there were all these people who didn’t give me the time of day. I grew up thinking it was because they didn’t like me. I internalized it to mean there was something wrong with me.

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It took me a long time, and a lot of therapy, to work my way through some unfortunate events of my youth. Living in Colorado, I never really faced any of the people I thought didn’t like me, save for the class reunion every five years. The reunions still felt…cliquish. I went to West Virginia every summer and only hooked up with my old group of high school friends. Nothing ever changed…until Mr. Virgo died.

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There is nothing…absolutely NOTHING good about losing your spouse. However, you CAN find good in the rebuilding of a life. When I took off in that little camper to heal my grief one campfire at a time, I didn’t realize the ripple effect that period of intense mourning and introspection would have on other areas of my life. One of the most significant changes I made was letting go of fear. 

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Fear had been my constant companion since my early childhood. I saw things and experienced things children shouldn’t see or experience. You can’t unring a bell. I created unhealthy coping strategies because I was too young to know anything about…well, much of anything. When I lost Mr. Virgo and went into the wilderness alone, I had to sit with myself…talk with myself…learn from myself. As I worked on healing my grief, I also worked on healing that wounded child within.

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That was some of the most amazing personal growth I’ve ever done and I came out of it an entirely different person. There’s nowhere I feel that more than when I’m hanging out with the “kids” I graduated with. 

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I had every intention of staying out at the farm last night, but two things happened. One, the little dorm fridge I bought for the farm didn’t keep the dinner I bought frozen. And, since it was fish, I figured I’d be eating bananas and Oreos for supper. Then, I got a message from a high school friend asking if I was coming to the restaurant to see her. I thought it was tonight. Turns out it was last night. So, change of plans.

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It’s a forty mile drive to town from the farm and that’s forty West Virginia miles. I got there a little bit late, but there was a table full of 1971 graduates, just tucking into their meals and heavy into their stories. I ordered a Diet Coke and made my rounds greeting everyone. I finally found a seat near Ruthie…the gal that organized this little soirée. Ruthie recently moved back to West Virginia from Las Vegas. As I looked around the table there were only a couple of these beautiful people that I really KNEW in high school. The rest I’ve come to know as adults…simply because Mark Zuckerberg wanted to connect college students at Harvard and created Facebook.

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I sat and watched as everyone told stories and laughed and it struck me. Here were a bunch of people that ran around in entirely different social circles as kids. Yet as adults, there is so much common ground…merely because we walked the halls of the same school at the same time. Our class has been particularly tight. I don’t know if it was the era we grew up in or what, but we bond easily the older we get. Maybe it’s just something that happens when we age. We are less concerned with petty differences and we’re here for the party now. Because we don’t know when the ball will drop.

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Anyway, I had a blast catching up with these very cool people and I’ll look forward to seeing them again whenever I can. Hopefully we can actually hold our 50th reunion next year since Covid cancelled it this year. 

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You wanna know what I think is the best thing about being sixty-eight? EVERY table is the “cool kids’ table”!

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“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.”

\nProverbs 17:17 ESV\n
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It seems I drive a lot…more than I care to, actually. But it just seems there’s always something that draws me to town. I told you earlier that my truck needs brake work, so we ordered new rotors. They were supposed to arrive on Wednesday, but didn’t get here till yesterday. Which actually worked out perfectly. We had our family Thanksgiving yesterday at the former Mrs. FixIt’s house, so we dropped the truck off at the garage on the way.

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Earlier in the day, I drove out to the farm to drop off some things for Frank and Beans and to see if they’d received any mail for me. Even though I complain about being away from home too much, I do love to drive because it affords me my best thinking time. As I was driving home, the sun was slanting through the trees and turning the leaves a fiery red, gold, yellow and a deep bittersweet orange. I thought of the term…Indian Summer.

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The term has been around for at least 200 years. It describes that period of abnormally warm weather after the first frost. It was probably given the name since this was the harvest season for the Native Americans and it was know as the Indian’s Summer. Meteorologists have used the term for decades. It conjures up Friday night football, raking leaves, the smell of woodsmoke, and whatever activity that takes you outside to enjoy the last glimpse of summer before she says goodbye and Old Man Winter takes over.

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I have become more sensitive and empathetic since losing Mr. Virgo. Part of what has changed for me is the ability to stand in someone else’s shoes, if even for a brief moment. Many terms have been altered and modernized as we become more aware how our words and names affect others. Our nomenclature should evolve as the world changes…as we change. I thought about “Indian Summer” and I wondered what term would be equally descriptive without being offensive to a particular ethnic group. 

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Summer’s Reprise. That is what I came up with. Reprise literally means to “repeat the performance of”. And…it’s a lyrical term. It conjures up the same images of the former “Indian Summer” and adds a hint of musical grace to it. It is nature’s second rising…an encore, if you will. Not to be confused with the negative connotation of “reprisal” which means an act of retaliation.

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Yes…Summer’s Reprise. A time to bask in the sun for one last chance at that extra squeeze of Vitamin D. One last hurrah before the rain comes (as it is doing even as I write this) and steals away Autumn’s glorious gown and dashes it to a muddy heap on the forest floor. All of this came to me as I drove my 385 horsepower “leaf blower” through the countryside…looking in the rear view mirror as the leaves whirled up behind me…sweeping the roadway clean.

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Our Thanksgiving meal was wonderful. It was great to see almost all of the family. One group didn’t attend. Our great granddaughter came running to me and clung to me like I was her most prized possession. Her little brother wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a big squeeze. The bigs and the littles…the old and the young…gathering around a fire, balancing heaping plates of delicious food on our knees…thanking God for the bounty, the company, and yes…Summer’s Reprise.

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“Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever!”

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Holy Camping Gear, Batman!

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Ol’ Jack Frost came and bit our gardens Tuesday night. We awoke yesterday before dawn to 30 degrees. I didn’t get a picture of the elephant ears. They were the most obviously damaged of all the plants. What were great big beautiful leaves turned into limp dishrags hanging from the tall stems. I’ll try to get photos today.

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I finally sat down to sort through all the camping gear yesterday. Our living room looks like a tornado hit it, but I made considerable progress. I threw away a lot of things that I knew we’d never use that weren’t in good enough condition to keep. I also threw out a ton of just trash. Living in a big camper for three years allowed me to accumulate a boat load of “stuff”. For example, I somehow ended up with three cans of slide lubricant…a dry silicone spray that you use on the slide outs in big campers. I don’t have a camper with slide outs now, but the cans are full and I can use them on other things. But…three? This is what happens when things are in such disarray that you cannot find what you need so it’s easier to just buy more. The first law in downsizing is to stay organized. The second law in downsizing is to stop buying crap that makes you disorganized. Did I tell you I’m a work in progress?

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I helped Mr. FixIt a little bit today. He was finally at the point where he was ready to “bleed the brakes”. I learned a lot about how brakes work and what’s involved in changing them by watching him. I had to sit in the truck and pump the brakes and hold pressure. We repeated this several times as he tightened the brake lines to stop small leaks. Then, I had to pump them, hold the pressure, then press hard as he let out the air in the lines. 

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When I was sitting in the truck, waiting for Mr. FixIt to make the adjustments on the brakes, I was feeling a moment of impatience…like if I had my phone, I could play a game, or check the news. Then I laughed out loud at the absurdity of the notion that I needed anything more than feeling the warm sun on my face and seeing how bright my silver hair is in the sunshine and being out here helping my husband. I looked up and it took my breath away. Thin, wispy clouds were swirled across the brilliant blue of the November sky like a watercolor painting. Oh, it was so pretty! Love the simple things, y’all. Just love every minute of it because it’s gone so, so soon.

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I’ve always enjoyed mechanical things. When I was really little, my dad would put a towel on the truck fender and lay me across it so I could watch him work. When I was a teenager, I had to know how to check all the fluids, add oil, antifreeze, and windshield washer fluid, and change a tire before I could get my license. Mr. FixIt taught me how to change the oil in my truck. I’ve only done it a couple of times because my wrists are losing strength. I’d love to be able to do something like change my brake pads, but I think this time…at the very least…I’m going to need to have my rotors turned because my brakes vibrate when I push them down. That happens when they get too hot, which can easily happen when towing a camper. It’ll be time to get mine done soon.

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The pool has been winterized, as have both campers, and the farm. We still have lots to do before the snow flies, but we’re making progress! Unfortunately…we are fast approaching those potential snows. I’m dumbfounded that it’s the first week of November already! Where DOES the time go???

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“But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.”

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I know I tell you every day that THIS was the perfect day. That’s because it is. We have a tendency to rush through life. We forget to “stop and smell the roses”. We seek to get more when we don’t appreciate what we already have. It takes stopping…..just, s-t-o-p-p-i-n-g…to catch your breath, count your blessings, and SEE how glorious life is.

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I have been away from television news for a week now and I’m telling you, I can feel the decompression happening in my brain…in my body…in the muscles in my neck. My time on my cell phone is drastically decreased. My thoughts are less frenetic. I’m sure my blood pressure is lower. I’m sleeping better. Everything feels better. This is a lesson to me. “We are what we eat.” Not just food, but whatever we put in our bodies comes out in other ways. When I am careful about what I consume, I am happier. And when I am happier, believe me…everyone in my orbit is happier.

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We discovered a small problem with the new camper yesterday. Setting up the camper is a feat of large scale origami. And, if it isn’t perfectly level in every direction, the seam at the top may not meet correctly. We could see a little daylight in the corner. Seeing how there is rain in the forecast today, we felt it was imperative to reset the camper and make it perfectly level or we could get water inside. Water is death for a camper.

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We had to run to Walmart to get a small level since I seem to have left the one I usually use at home. We stopped and grabbed coffee and a breakfast sandwich on the way. When we got back. I moved things out of the way so we could close the camper, then we carefully leveled it and set it back up. This time it went up much easier but there was still a very small bit of light showing in the corner. I believe that is a problem with the seal so we’ll stop on the way home Friday and have the guys look at it at the dealership. 

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I finally made it over to the bath house and took a long, hot shower after I got the camper set back up. I always wear my hair up, but yesterday I used the blow dryer on it and I was shocked at how long it’s grown. I haven’t had my hair this long since I was expecting Daughter #1. I love my hair long and I really love my grey hair. It has dark streaks in it…like lowlights. I’ll never color my hair again. And, I may just keep letting it grow.

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Once we had everything set back up and organized, we sat out on the patio area of the campsite. I knitted and chatted with Mr. FixIt. Eventually, he asked if I’d like a sandwich and we had a late lunch. Then…it was time for a hike. We went out around the bass pond. We saw a small snake, a brown wooly worm, hickory nuts, walnuts, and buckeyes as well as lots of pretty colored leaves. We hiked on out by the lake and looped back around to the campground.

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After our siesta time, Mr. FixIt asked if I’d like to go get ice cream. They sell it in the park office, but at this time of year, there’s only one employee in the office. There has to be two to serve Ice cream, so…I asked Mavis, my trusty GPS, to take me to the nearest ice cream store. We were SO excited to fine a Bruster’s Ice Cream Shop near the Polaris Mall about three miles away. Oh, my gosh! They have the BEST ice cream! The first time we had it was near Beaver Creek State Park a couple of years ago. I was thrilled to find it again. Butter Pecan…*swoon*!

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As we were driving home, the full Hunter’s Moon was rising…big, fat, and orange in the deepening indigo sky to the east. And I without my camera! When we got back to the camper, I retrieved my cell phone and we went for a little walk to try to capture an image. As we came around a turn, there it was…straight down the road toward our campsite, rising directly between the rows or trees on either side. It couldn’t have been more perfect, unless I would have had a 35mm camera with a long lens, of course.

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My bonus daughter called as we were getting back to the camper and we had a long chat, then Mr. FixIt set up his movie and I set to writing. We have one more night camping and we are supposed to get rain today and tonight. I don’t mind rain in a camper. It’s cozy and the sound is so soothing on the metal roof. Soon, we will be packed up and heading home…back to reality.

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We need to get both campers winterized and cleaned out. We need to get the brakes finished on Mr. FixIt’s truck so we can clear out a section of the building to park the camper in. His truck is parked in front of the garage door we need access to. We need to pick up the cat from the Kitty Hilton and then we have to mow. I’m hoping it’s the last time of the season so we can focus on other jobs around the place.

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In the meantime, we’re going to enjoy the time we have left here. We have vowed to return to this park again to camp because it’s truly been wonderful.

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“Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.”

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The first thing we do every morning is open the shade on the skylight and oooooh and aaaaaah!

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I told Mr. FixIt yesterday morning that I was not doin’ nuthin’ all day ‘cept what I wanted to do. And that’s exactly how it panned out. I ate cookies for breakfast sitting in my big blue chair. It was nippy so I brought out the little ceramic heater and aimed it at my feet while I knitted all morning. My friend Lynn showed up around 1:00 and sat and talked with us for a couple of hours, which was really nice. When she left, we fixed a late lunch and sat at the table watching the sunshine dapple the ground through the trees. We sat and watched the squirrels running around burying the plethora of nuts available in these woods. There is one black squirrel that hangs out nearby and he’s stunning. I also listened for, and identified, several birds in the campground with my Merlin app from Cornell University…including a Red-bellied Woodpecker, a Nashville Warbler, and a Cooper’s Hawk.

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Once the sun started going behind the trees, we went in the camper and stretched out for a little reading/rest time. We like having that little break in the afternoon to just do nothing. Doing nothing in a day full of doing nothing was just what the doctor ordered! Our late lunches are normally our dinner and we eat fruit or a little cereal before bed. We are getting those “old folks” diets. We don’t eat a heck of a lot anymore.

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I only had my iPhone to take a picture of the moon and it never does it justice.

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As the sun began to set, Mr. FixIt and I hopped in the truck and drove over to the boat ramp so we could get a good view of the lake and the sunset. But what surprised us was the full moon coming up over the pine trees on the far shore of the lake. We were so mesmerized, we almost didn’t turn around to see the splendor going on behind us! The sky was clear, the lake was calm, and the moonrise/sunset was just icing on the cake for a perfect day. Once we got back to the campground, the day was done and we retired to our little nest. Mr. FixIt picked out a movie while I sat down to write to you.

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The sunset was spectacular last night!

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I snapped some photos during the day to share with you all. It truly was a beautiful autumn day here in Ohio!

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“And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.”

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The daytime temps are warm enough to wear a lightweight shirt, even if it’s long sleeved. And maybe leggings if you feel a little chilled. Night’s are cool enough to flip on the little space heater and cover up with an extra blanket. And throw on a fuzzy fleece jacket when you’re sitting around outside. 

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I can think of a lot of things I wish I had with us. Like, my propane campfire. That would have been perfect! A stepladder would certainly come in handy. And try as I might, I cannot find my little level that I use when I’m camping. But, we were really pressed for time to prepare for this trip. We had to run a ton of errands and empty out TOW-Wanda…all in one day. I grabbed some blankets and put them in a tote. Nothing matches, but they’re warm and functional and at this point, that’s all that matters to me. 

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When we decided to stay a few more nights, I looked online and saw that the site we were on was only available for two more nights. We drove around the campground and chose one we liked and reserved it. Then, all night long, I kept waking up and thinking about it. It was totally shaded with trees…which would be awesome in the summer, but at this time of year all I could think of was “There’s no place to sit in the sun and knit!” So, over breakfast, I asked if Mr. FixIt would mind if we took another look around and choose a better site.

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We took the map and had the reservation system up on my phone and chose a beautiful site. Still surrounded by trees, but enough open space to feel the sun on my face. We both felt a lot better about it so we went to the camp office and switched the reservation. We stowed anything breakable, closed up the camper, and towed it…literally ten sites away from where we were. I laughed and told Mr. FixIt… “This is MY kind of travel day!”

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We set up in the new spot. I have to say, this camper is not quite as easy to set up alone. I think I’ll be able to do it when I bring my stepladder from home. I always like to be able to set everything up on my own if I have to. That’s how I learned, and…God forbid…if the unthinkable occurs, I still need to know how to do things on my own.

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That’s the biggest lesson I learned from losing Mr. Virgo. Don’t take ANYTHING for granted because life changes…and it changes quick. Sometimes it bothers Mr. FixIt when I ask him to let me do it. I know he knows how. And I know he likes to do it. I also know, he’d be the first one to want me to carry on doing this fun stuff if he should pass before me. We have a routine when we camp together and I’ve given up some of the tasks…things that I know I won’t forget how to do. But, with a new camper, there are new skills I need to master. It won’t take long and we’ll have it down to a science.

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We have a routine at home that hasn’t transferred well to camping. Mr. FixIt is a TV watcher and I am not. I prefer to do my writing at night while he is watching his detective shows. Our new camper doesn’t have a TV and I really didn’t want to get one. I have an iPad I can download movies to, but we don’t have WiFi here. As a matter of fact, most campground WiFi is dicey at best. That wouldn’t work anyway because I write on my iPad every night. So, we splurged and bought a portable DVD player. Then, we found a Half Price Book Store and scored some movies he liked. Now, as soon as the DVD player charges up, he’ll be a happy camper in the evenings. We play cards, but he needed something to do while I write and he’s not a big reader. Oh, and I bought him headphones to listen to his movies quietly while I write.

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I’ve tried NOT writing. I can’t do it. Sometimes when I’m really tired, I just post a rerun story…but I have to write. It’s like oxygen to me. Thank goodness I have an incredibly patient and loving husband who understands my proclivities!

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We have one of my Girl Camper friends coming to visit today! Other than that, knitting, reading Miss Brenda Gantt’s new cookbook, and eating is the only thing on my agenda!

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Have I told you fall camping is THE BEST!!!

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“The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.”

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Big Bird! A lot like Birdie, but bigger, with twin beds so the dinette stays up, and more storage!

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We are camping at a beautiful state park we’ve never been to before. Our initial plan was to stay here a couple of nights, then head toward Gettysburg and tour the historic sites…something I’ve always wanted to do. We sat in the sun yesterday afternoon and had lunch surrounded by falling leaves. The weather is cool with lots of puffy white clouds in the clear blue sky. We are steps from a huge lake. And, we’re tired.

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Camping on a lazy Sunday afternoon!

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We’ve been running around like crazy this year with SO much driving. And, here we are with this really great new camper in a really great new (to us) state park so…we decided to just stay here for a few more days. We drove around the park with the site availability map open on my cell phone and picked a beautiful site tucked in the woods. It sits far enough away from the road that the noise is minimal and it’s just a short walk to the lake. It’s a win/win, I think.

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The campsite we had the last two nights. The sites are spread out and surrounded by trees.

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Our truck is packed to the gills with a lot of the camping gear that came out of TOW-Wanda and Birdie. We are trying to figure out just exactly what we really NEED for the new camper and where and how to store it most efficiently. We don’t want to just throw things in this camper all willy-nilly then wonder where we put it. Staying put will give us time to do just that. And to rest and enjoy CAMPING…not just sleeping in the camper one night then moving to the next place like we did to and from Colorado.

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A camp breakfast…a steaming plate of ham and eggs!

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I love the fact that I’ve spent more nights sleeping in a camper this summer than I ever have…other than the time I traveled full time. Camping is “the great escape”. My dear friend Ben would beg to differ with me. He grew up farming in northeastern Colorado and spent far more nights than he would ever want to remember sleeping outside to beat the heat in a house without air conditioning or fans. Or sleeping in the hay loft. Or just outside on the ground. Camping isn’t fun to him.

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The view out the big window over the kitchen!

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I know it’s not fun to a lot of people. But for me? It’s like living in the children’s books featuring The Boxcar Children. It’s like my childhood fantasy of riding my bike to Canada. It’s the soothing place that helped heal my broken heart after losing Mr. Virgo. And, it’s the place my sweet Mr. FixIt and I can go to escape the workaday world of life on five acres. We only have to mow another time or two. And before long, the snow will fly and Big Bird will be tucked away for the winter in our building…hopefully! We still need to clear out a space for her.

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The view out the skylight right over our heads!

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But, for now…we are celebrating our “Anniversary Month”, enjoying our new treasure, and getting the rest we need. That is a gift worth it’s weight in gold!

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“But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.”

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What an amazing weekend this has been! My sweet brother was the center of the universe yesterday at his party. He sat at the head of the table and “held court”. We had a great meal that Daughter #1 fixed. Hubby #2 and his wife were there as well as his younger sister and her husband. They will forever be family and it was just such a beautiful thing to watch.

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There was a time when I would never have believed we could all sit in the same room and be civil. Well, certain ones anyway. Divorce is never an easy thing. But time heals and distance helps the heart grow when division sets you on different courses. Besides, the attention was on my brother…not on any of us. 

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Still, the beauty of the day was not lost on me. On so many levels.

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We stopped on the way to the party and got him some new clothes so he was looking pretty dapper by the time the guests arrived. My brother is so much more frail than he was two years ago…hence the change to more assistance. The men jumped in and helped him up and down the stairs. The women doted on him and brought him food and drinks. Hubby #2’s wife and my Mr. FixIt both took turns playing UNO with him. 

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He beamed as we sang Happy Birthday to him. He said hello on a video to the WV family who couldn’t be there.

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And, as everyone got up to say their goodbyes, my Bubby looked around at this amazing family of ours and said…

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“I love every one of you.”

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I’d say this has been a 100% bonafide bang up 70th birthday party for the best brother on the planet! Today we head back to Denver so I won’t see my brother again till May of 2022. Like I said yesterday…it’s been an incredibly emotion packed weekend, but it’s been so wonderful to be with my beloveds.

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“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.”

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Mr. FixIt and Ben rode the light rail train to Downtown Denver yesterday. They walked around Union Station then took the shuttle bus down to the end of the 16th Street Mall and moseyed back to the station. They stopped for lunch and, of course, they found a ton of people to talk to. I’ll have to say…Ben and Mr. FixIt are a lot alike. They’re both hard workers, they love to tinker and fix things, they both garden, they both are devoted family men, they both have the same great sense of humor, and they can talk to anybody about anything. I wish Colorado was closer to West Virginia so we could spend more time with our wonderful family.

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I know it’s only September, but I gave Daughter #2 and her wife their Christmas present early this year. And, it’s going to have to count for NEXT year’s, too. They work hard and do the best they can to stay up with things around the house. But a series of events occurred in the last year that got them behind in their lawn work. 

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First, their mower broke. It’s not easy to find a lawn mower repair shop anymore and the one they found was closed. They are not mechanically inclined. So they used their weed eater…which was her grandpa’s old one from twenty years ago. It didn’t work well…then it didn’t work at all. At the same time, their sprinkler stopped working. There was covid and lockdowns and finding a new job and all their energy went to survival. 

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They got the sprinkler fixed, but the weeds had a huge head start and the west is suffering a mega drought. I have never seen so many yards look this bad in Colorado. I paid close attention on the way home from her house and every block has dead and weed infested yards. In their defense…it never was a really nice lawn to begin with. I wondered why she was coming to me for visits instead of me going there. Then she confessed…she was embarrassed by the state of her yard. Bless her heart. I told her I could care less…I’m the last to be “judgy”.

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I decided to go to Home Depot yesterday morning early and buy them a lawn mower and trimmer for their early Christmas presents. Her dad agreed to go halves. I was checking out when she called to say she was going to grab coffee and head over.

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“You just hang out there, kiddo. I’m in the neighborhood and I’ve got something for you!”

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I pulled up and unloaded the truck and I thought she was going to cry. She hugged me and thanked me profusely. And we spent the next few hours working alongside each other…mowing and weeding. We got the first half done yesterday before it got too hot and decided to get back to it this morning and finish. I’ll tell you what…that thing is really powerful for a battery mower.

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You know…a well manicured yard is something we were manipulated into having when our fathers came home from the war and bought their first house in the suburbs. The sign of affluence was a cookie cutter house and a lawn fit for the Queen’s croquet party. It’s an enormous waste…time, money, and natural resources. We’re going to have to rethink the front yard because they aren’t making more water and the climate is changing drastically. Wars of the future won’t be fought over oil…they’ll be fought over food and water. It’s not such a big deal where we live in West Virginia. The idea of watering your lawn is foreign. But here in the West…something’s got to change.

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Daughter #2 and I didn’t get to do these kinds of homey gardening things together when she was growing up. Her dad and I split up when she was just ten years old. Then it was shifting back and forth between houses. I just don’t remember working in the yard with her at all. But yesterday was fun. We chatted comfortably. When we were finished, we took our hot and dirty selves out for lunch at Wendy’s and sat in the shade to eat. 

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She has today off then heads back to work on Thursday. I have to say…this is one of the best visits we’ve ever had and I am so, so happy to spend such quality time with her. I’ll get to spend some time with Daughter #2 and her family over the coming weekend when we go see my brother for his 70th Birthday. 

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This mama’s heart is happy!

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“You cause the grass to grow for the livestock and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food from the earth and wine to gladden the heart of man, oil to make his face shine and bread to strengthen man’s heart.”

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I was in mid sentence when Sue looked out the window and exclaimed… “There she is!!!” I jumped up, pulled my mask on as I ran out the door and into the waiting arms of my baby. My 31-year-old baby, but still…she’ll always be my baby! We hung onto each other for the longest time…feeling that familiar heartbeat next to mine…smelling her hair…feeling her hands on my back. I haven’t seen Daughter #2 since August 3rd, 2019. Way, WAY too long. I was greatly relieved that she was feeling well. She looks wonderful. She’s happy, healthy, and thriving. What more could a mother want?!?!

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We sat and talked for hours. Everyone kind of went about their business and left us alone to visit. The kind of easy conversation we’ve always had between us. It’s wonderful to talk to your adult children and learn more about who they have become. What they’re into now. What they like. What they’ve set aside. Their beliefs and values. She’s returning today with her wife, whom I’ve also not seen since the wedding. Maybe we’ll go do something. Maybe we’ll just sit and visit. Whatever we do, its always easy and fun and memorable.

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When she finally left for home, I fixed supper for the four of us. I hadn’t made stir-fry in quite some time so I used some of the veggies fresh from Ben’s garden. Mr. FixIt went for a long walk earlier in the day so he was ready to tuck into some of my home cooking. I love when he compliments my food. After supper, we sat around and visited. Ben and Sue are so easy to be around and we always feel at home here. Daughter #1 and family were off doing their own thing yesterday but we’ll see each other soon.

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As the sun was sinking low in the west, I walked out after supper and took a picture of Ben’s dahlia’s. They are stunning! I’ve never grown them, so I think next year I need to invest in some tubers. While the day was certainly hot, the nights are quite pleasant and we have truly enjoyed sleeping in the camper out by the garden. I awoke at 4:00am yesterday morning to the sound of a train whistle off in the distance. It brought me back to the first year after losing Mr. Virgo. I spent a good deal of time down here in Denver with my first little camper, parked in exactly this spot. You know how some sounds or smells take you right back to a particular moment in time? That’s what the train did. I could feel the tightness in my chest, the inability to take in a deep breath, the long, long hours stretched before me as I grieved. I couldn’t help but compare where I am today to where I was this time in 2013. It’s the difference between night and day. A whole new life. Sometimes, it’s hard to believe I lived through that. But here I am…here WE are. 

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Life is a mystery, isn’t it? It can be so difficult and painful. And it can be so incredibly beautiful and sweet. The past has taught me many things…not the least of which is to cherish the little, simple moments of life. The hug of a grown child. The smell of teriyaki stir-fry. The delicate petals of a perfect dahlia. The laughter of easy friendship. And the hug of an appreciative spouse who loves me to the moon and back. 

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The feelings are quite mutual. 

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“A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another. By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.””

\nJohn 13:34-35 ESV\n
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The Cornfields of Illinois

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There was a cold front that swept down through the Great Plains yesterday and it brought TONS of moisture with it. We woke up yesterday and took our time getting the camper packed, but as soon as we pulled out of the campground, it started sprinkling. We needed to check the air in the trailer tires. It took three stops to find an air pump that worked. I have my portable compressor with me, but we forgot to pack an extension cord. Just as Mr. FixIt was adding air to the tires, the sky opened and he was pretty wet when he got back in the truck.

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We stayed Monday night at Grandpa’s Farm Campground in Richmond, Indiana. We stayed there once before when the bearings went out on the big camper a few years ago. I stayed there on my way across country several times and love it. When we got on I-70 West, we’d only gone a few miles when there was a sign saying there would be major construction delays and to get off at the next exit. I don’t know why we didn’t, but it wasn’t long till we were sitting in a parking lot. Between the heavy rain and the construction, our 4.5 hour drive turned into about a 9.5 hour journey. 

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It wasn’t all bad, though. The middle of the day was stellar. The sky was clear and we drove through the gorgeous farms of Indiana and Illinois passing field after field of God’s bounty…corn, soybeans, sunflowers. We drove by Pekin and Peoria…both places my grandparents lived. Three of their children were born in Pekin. We finally got to our campground last night around 5:45. It had been raining so hard and I couldn’t imagine setting up this camper in that. I was afraid we’d have to sit in the truck till the storm let up, but we prayed that God would give us a window…and that the camper would be dry inside. He delivered on both counts and we were snug and dry inside before it started to pour again.

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The View From Our Campsite Last Night….Cool and Wet!

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We thank God profusely for travel mercies and the blessings he bestows on us. And we thank you for your good thoughts and prayers for our safety. It takes a village!

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“Then he prayed again, and heaven gave rain, and the earth bore its fruit.”

\nJames 5:18 ESV\n
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I have made many FB friends since I started writing this blog. People I genuinely care for and admire. I learn from them. I celebrate their successes and mourn with them their losses. These were the people my Aunt Peeps referred to as my “pretend friends”. I mean…I can see where she was coming from. She had zero experience with technology and social media. She didn’t understand it and thought I was pretty “cuckoo”, to use her terms. But, my readers are special to me.

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One such friend is Julie Zickafoose. Julie is an amazing woman with a huge, wide open heart. She is an artist, and author, a naturalist. She is a latent hippy mama hell bent on saving Mother Nature and all God’s creatures. Her love for flora and fauna is admirable and…well, I want to be her when I grow up!

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Yesterday, she wrote a beautiful post on her Facebook page about her found garden. Plants that volunteered in the ground of her greenhouse. Flowers that shed surprising amounts of seed that she was able to nurture over the winter and plant in the spring. Bits of flotsam and jetsam found on the discount shelf in the plant section that she nurtured and revived until the thrived on their own. Strong, sturdy, and unbelievably gorgeous. And…almost all for free.

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This got me to thinking about my measly “found garden” this summer and I’ve decided to make it a goal to nurture some flower beds around the house next summer. I went around yesterday and took a few pictures. You’ve seen these crazy lilies called Star of Bethlehem that revived themselves from what looked like nothing but dead, dry bulbs into tall and stately stem of perfect white stars.

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One day last week, I was walking up the sidewalk and glanced over at that same pot and spotted a tiny little purple flower in the same pot as the lilies. When I went over and took a closer look, I was amazed to find a perfect little petunia. Where that seed came from, I’ll never know. It had to have been in the potting soil I dumped in the galvanized tub along with the near lifeless lily bulbs.

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Another surprise came in a different tub. It was under the bird-feeder. Usually, all you’ll get are grasses, unless perhaps a bird has eaten a berry or something and the seeds land in a fertile place a grow. Honestly, I’m as puzzled as I can be because a virtual plethora of vines with a tulip shaped leaf started growing. And growing. And growing! They started to climb the fence and the other flowers and went crazy. They didn’t bloom for the longest time until this last week. Then they started producing beautiful bluebird blue trumpet shaped flowers and I caught my breath…

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Morning Glories!

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I have tried for YEARS to grow morning glories and I have never, ever been successful. I have no idea why. I have a black thumb…I can kill a silk plant in no time flat. And these just….showed up! I didn’t have to do anything.

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They remind me of how God shows up. Nothing we can DO can make Him love us more. We can’t “get in his good graces” by our works. He won’t love us any more if we work harder, or earn more money, or win prizes, or rise to the top of the food chain. All we have to do is be kind, be good, be more like Jesus. That’s when God shows up and brings flowers up out of the dirt where none were planted. It’s one of the ways he says I love you, I see you, I’m rooting for you. 

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Flowers are a gift from God. Little miracles. Miracles happen every day…if you just open your eyes and look for them. I’ll miss my surprise flowers while I’m gone. But, hey…maybe God will have something else waiting for me when we get home! Today would have been my mom’s 96th birthday. Instead, she will be forever 78. Just ten years older than I am now. She left us all too soon, and I miss her dreadfully. Interestingly, the little tiny petunia is purple…her favorite color. 

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This makes me smile.

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““Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.”

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Honestly, I live a charmed life. A wonderful husband and friend and partner in crime. A healthy and happy family. A peaceful five acre plot of land with a big red brick house on it. A couple of trucks. More than a couple of campers. (Yeah…it’s an addiction!) I have reasonably good health, considering. And it’ll be even better when I get this parathyroid thing worked out. The bottom line is, I really don’t have anything to complain about. 

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I wrote yesterday about the leak in the camper and the tires that arrived the wrong size. Frustrating, but minor inconveniences. Someone commented how exhausting these trials can be, no matter how minor. Mr. FixIt had appointments all day yesterday so he left without waking me. It was almost noon when I woke up! I must have really needed the rest…but I was shocked.

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We are in the midst of a very rainy stretch. I need to have the camper at Setzer’s this morning, so I figured I’d tow it down there yesterday afternoon and stay the night in a campground near the dealership. I ran downstairs to get some clean clothes and stepped on the carpet…and my plans for the day changed in an instant. We got water in the basement again. I was so frustrated. We’ve worked on that drain and it’s down so well. I just couldn’t figure out what happened. I grabbed the carpet cleaner and started sucking up the water. In a little while, another downpour hit and I figured it out. The gutter was plugged up and when the water can’t go down the drainpipe, it overflows and quickly overwhelms the storm drain.

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I spent my afternoon sucking up water and cursing this house. When I was finally finished with the carpet, I came upstairs, got a cold drink, and sat down for a break. I could feel the tension in my shoulders and neck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I needed something to calm me down. To center me. A thought popped in my head.

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“You need grounding.”

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Oh, I did…I really did. I walked outside barefoot into a light sprinkling rain. I walked over to the lawn and soaked up the earth’s energy through the soles of my feet. I lifted my face to the sky and let the cool rain drops melt away any frustration of the day. It’s not a big deal. We got a little lax in our weekly maintenance is all. It’s easy to let things build up until small things feel big. With my newfound calm, I went on with my day and was my happy self when my sweetheart came home. 

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I’ve learned to take my stress off like a jacket and leave it at the door when evening comes. It’s an extension of what I used to do when I worked. Just because we are retired, doesn’t mean we don’t need to practice leaving things on the “worry tree” outside. On the contrary…it’s even more important because we are together 24/7 now. Working to keep things positive and productive and healthy is a goal we all should work toward in our home relationships. Keeping God at the center, reminding myself that He has plans to prosper us and give us a future, and taking time out to ground myself with my feet on the ground made for a beautiful day…leaks or no leaks.

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“He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.”

\nPsalm 1:3 ESV\n
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We haven’t been back to church since late February 2020. Mostly due to covid and our church’s “lack of enthusiasm” toward mask wearing. But also due to sermons smacking of Christian Nationalism and a lack of financial transparency and accountability. We felt kind of burned out and disillusioned so we took a break. It didn’t keep me from studying the Bible and reading my daily devotionals and praying. But I’ll tell you what it did do. It slowly became apparent I wasn’t keeping my life centered on God. I was spending entirely too much energy on being critical and judgmental of everyone and everything. This isn’t good.

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When we were sitting around the campfire with Gail and her husband on Saturday night, she invited us over to her campsite to listen to Sunday morning Church with them. We brought our breakfast and hot beverages with us at 9:25 and settled in our big comfy chairs to listen to the first in a new series about…relationships. You see what God did there? He sent His Holy Spirit to make me aware we weren’t keeping a solid foundation under us and to nudge Gail into inviting us to “campground church”. And, He inspired the Pastor to speak into our hearts and feed us with God’s Word regarding the one thing we were stumbling over…relationships. With each other, with God, with the Church.

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The sermon was wonderful and fed us. It spurred us to have deeper conversations. It made me see how easy it is to lose sight of the direction we should be going. I love how God does that. He brings us just what we need, when we need it. He is the ultimate provider. It felt so good to sit in the cool morning sunshine, sipping coffee with dear friends, and feel God moving in our lives. 

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We packed up, hooked up the new camper, and headed home around 11:00. We arrived around 4:00. This camper is so easy to pull, you often forget it’s even back there. We didn’t have a bit of trouble. We stopped at Leith Run to check out the campground there and see which campsites we liked the best for future reference. They have several sites right on the river. We’ve stayed there before and we are anxious to go back. 

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After a quick nap, and a little wait for a passing rain shower to end, we got the camper unhooked and set up again at home. There she sits…waiting for the next adventure. As I was towing her home, her name came to me.

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“The Birdhouse”…Birdie for short.

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For one, she is shaped just like a birdhouse. And for another, she houses a pair of lovebirds beneath her peaked roof. I’ll decorate her with my favorite birds! I know guys aren’t as into that kind of thing as us gals, but Mr. FixIt is such a good sport.

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“Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.”

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I know I should never declare a day as “strictly stay at home” because nine times out of ten, it’s not going to work out that way. Such was the case yesterday. We were working on the camper. We bought an electric jack that will raise and lower it to hitch it to the truck. It had a crank hitch on it, and even with grease, it was slow going. And, when it’s really hot outside, the last thing you want to do is stand out in the sun cranking that thing.

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Mr. FixIt was putting the jack on when he realized they didn’t give him bolts with it. He could have used the old ones, but they were getting rusty and he felt it was better to buy new. He also needed an inline fuse. In the meantime, I put the new tire cover on the spare tire and realized there was a three inch gap in one of the seams.

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Since we needed three things from the RV dealer, and the pharmacy texted that my prescriptions were ready, off we went! It was a much quicker trip this time. We did have to add a stop at Lowe’s for some star washers, but it was only two hours out of the day instead of seven like Tuesday.

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Just before we left home, I turned on the fridge in the camper to start getting it cold. When we got home, I went inside to check and it wasn’t cooling at all. I fiddled around with the fuses and the circuit breakers and couldn’t find anything there. I went and got a small lamp from the big camper and blogged it into the outlet the fridge was plugged into. No juice. I traced back into the camper and figured out the breaker was tripped on the GFI outlet. Mr. FixIt stood outside and watched the lamp while I reset the GFI and the light came on. Ok, so we know the outlet itself works. I had him unplug the lamp, plug the fridge back in and turn it on and it tripped the GFI again. So…was it the GFI or the fridge that’s the problem?

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I asked Mr. FixIt to plug the fridge into an extension cord we have plugged into the building. At that point, I left it alone for awhile to see if it would start to chill. While I waited, I vacuumed the pool again. I stirred up the algae the other day and we’re having trouble getting the water to clear again. This happens sometimes when it’s really hot outside. It felt good to get in the water and cool off a little bit. Once I was done, I fixed us some fresh sliced peaches with a little cinnamon sugar on top and enjoyed a cool summer treat. We haven’t been eating enough fresh fruit lately and that really hit the spot.

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When I came back out to the camper to write, I checked the fridge and it’s cold! Wahoo! That means the fridge itself works, but it is either something wrong with the switch or it’s somehow wired into the GFI and not a separate circuit, or there is something wrong with the GFI. Changing out a faulty GFI is a quick and easy fix and it doesn’t cost a lot. We’ll try plugging the extension cord into another GFI outlet this morning to see if the fridge trips it. But, honestly, it’s just as easy to use an extension cord and plug it in. There are 120v outlets on the power posts at campgrounds. We can always use propane to keep the fridge cold as we travel. Or, we could go really OLD SCHOOL and use a cooler with ice! 

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The potty tent arrived yesterday, along with the memory foam topper for the mattress. I’m going to have Mr. FixIt stay in the camper with me tonight so we can make sure the bed is comfortable or if we need to make any other adjustments, we can do that before we head to the campground Friday. We haven’t gone camping together for two years now and we can hardly wait!!!!!

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“Do all things without grumbling or disputing,”

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Look what followed us home!

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I’ve been vacillating for weeks regarding my big camper. Honestly…the only time I camp in it is at home. My truck isn’t powerful enough to pull it up hills, let alone mountains. Mr. FixIt and I love to camp together. But he doesn’t quite see the point in sleeping in the camper at home like I do. So…if I want to get him to camp with me, it’s going to have to be in a camper more suitable A) to the size of my truck, and B) to suit us at our age. 

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I still want the basics: a bed out of the rain, a sink and running water, a microwave, a cooktop, air conditioning and a furnace for chilly nights. I like the idea of solid walls. I don’t want the canvas tent feel of a regular popup but, I DO love the low profile and lightweight, easy towing they provide. I’ve been around campers for several years now and I’ve been to the biggest RV show there is. I’ve learned from the best of the best, Janine Pettit and Gail Bable…my Girl Campers Extraordinaire and partners in all things camping.

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A couple of years ago, Gail and I met Janine at the Country Living Fair in Columbus, OH to help her man the booth for Girl Camper. We had three camping trailers there and the one that I just loved was Gail’s A-Liner. It was so tiny yet when you popped it up, it looked like a little Swiss A-frame. Her neighbor painted sunflowers on it. It was cute as a bug.

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Once I started looking for smaller campers this spring, I realized Covid caused a huge boost in camper sales. They are hard to find new…especially the smaller ones. People selling their campers have discovered they can jack up their prices and desperate people will be willing to pay top dollar for a safe vacation. Camping is enjoying a resurgence of immense popularity.

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I can’t tell you how many sellers I’ve contacted, inquiring if they still have the camper. One was exactly like my first camper and I was really interested in it, however…within an hour of posting the camper for sale, he already had three people lined up to come see it and four more people as back up. This happened over and over.

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Then, earlier this week, I saw an A-farm camper…much like Gail’s only bigger. Roomier. Newer. 

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Oooooooooh. 

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I texted and asked if it was still available…two days after it posted. Yes, it was. I looked and thought and then decided against it. The idea of having to pop the top was bugging me. I wrote back and said thanks for your time but I think we’ll pass. Another day went by. I couldn’t get that A-frame out of my head. So, I prayed. 

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“Lord, if you want me to have this, make it easy and effortless.”

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I texted yesterday and said, “On second thought, I’d like to come see the camper. Is it still available?” I was absolutely certain it wasn’t or that she had six people lined up to come see it. After all, it was Friday now.

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“Yes, it’s still available.” No one was coming to see it. She told me at least two dozen said they were interested and she would wait and wait and wait and no one showed up to actually look at it. She was a little frustrated by that…as I can imagine. I made arrangements with her, came home from having lunch with some friends from high school, and asked Mr. FixIt if her remembered that cute little A-frame camper and did he want to go look at it with me?

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He did…and we hopped in the truck to drive over two hours to check it out. The moment I saw it, I knew…she was ours! She was just waiting for us. And, Susan…the owner was just as sweet as can be. It turned out, we have so much in common. She is also a widow. She and her late husband used to camp in tents, but they were aging and she was over all that packing and hauling, setting up and breaking down. She wanted a bed. Period. In came the A-frame. But, when her husband died, she didn’t have the proper vehicle to tow and she had never towed the camper before. Now, she is thinking if she can find a camper van that she can just drive places and sleep in, that’s what she’d rather have.

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I encouraged her to check out Girl Campers and explore the idea of a camper van and, who knows? We might end up sharing a campfire one of these days!

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We completed our transaction and they showed us how everything worked. I am able to set it up and take it down all by myself, which is necessary if I go off camping with my girlfriends. The camper was purchased from my good friend, Lynn Butler…owner of Setzer’s World of Camping. It had recently been in the shop to have a skylight replaced. The other two skylights and the Fantastic Fan had been recaulked. It had a new air conditioner put in it in 2018 and had only been camped in once since then as her husband became ill a couple of years ago.

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In other words…the perfect camper was dropped in our lap. The perfect size, the perfect weight, the perfect amenities, and at the perfect price. She doesn’t have a bathroom, but there are these cute little popup tents you can buy that work as a bathroom outside at the end of your camper. You put a little portapotty in there and it works great for overnight trips to the loo.

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I towed her home and…I am not kidding…I had to remind myself it was actually back there. It pulls so smooth and easy. It didn’t change my gas mileage at all. We just kept feeling like someone should pinch us because it was truly effortless.

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Thank you, God…for always being the provider and bringing the things we need in our lives. This will be the perfect addition to our family’s adventures. We can get back to camping. We can sell the big camper and get the money back that we paid for the new one…plus enough to pay for camping for a good while. We were positively giddy all the way home. We already have our first camping trip scheduled for next weekend!!!

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Now…for the most important part.

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Her name. 

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What shall we name her???

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“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.”

\nJames 1:17 ESV\n
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#Gifts, #Camper, #Blessings

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Forty-seven years ago, I gave birth to a little wisp of a child with hair like a golden halo and lungs like a Harrier jet. She may have been tiny at a skip over five pounds, but she could let her presence be known in five counties. Headstrong from the get go, she was affectionately called “The Cruise Director” at our house. Always ready to put on a show, she grew up and became a theater major. She and her new husband gave it their all and moved to New York but when it was time to make babies, they moved back home to Colorado.

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Daughter #1 and Big came to pick Little up last evening. They had already been in seven states since they woke up at 6:30am, yet this determined daughter of mine insisted she was fine to drive a few more hours and get closer to home. Big needs to get some serious swim practice in before her traveling meet the last week of July. So, when I wrapped my arms around the woman who made me a mom, I held on for just a few seconds longer so I could feel her heart beat next to mine. Hugs went all around. Little gave me a squeeze and said she had a wonderful time. And…she had a big smile on her face when she pulled away with her mom and sister.

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I would definitely call this visit a complete success!

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I mowed the rest of the property yesterday. Mr. FixIt ran the push mower. I had an errand in town. Mr. FixIt has to go into town this morning. Thursday we’ll go out to mow at the farm. When the kids left and the house was so quiet, I asked my sweetheart to go out and walk the property with me. We explored the grounds, checking out new burrows and guessing whether they were groundhog or rabbit holes. We marveled at how dense the foliage is this year. It’s really overgrown. When the leaves die back in the fall, we need to get in there and chop some wild grape vines. It’s taking over. 

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We sat on the rocking chairs on the front porch feeling the quiet, empty space that Little filled. It’s funny how fast you accommodate to the noise and confusion when a teenager walks in and lights up your life. The quiet when they leave is deafening. But, as I held my daughter close for those few extra seconds, she whispered… “We’ll see you in just a few weeks.”

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That, they will! Another joy to look forward to!!!

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“For this reason I bow my knees before the Father,”

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When Daughter #1 was growing up, she was the spitting image of me. From looks to mannerisms to basic interests, we were two peas in a pod. This went on till she grew up, married, and moved as far away from me as possible. Not that moving so far away was the whole point. It just so happened that an amazing job opportunity opened up and they moved to Long Island, leaving me at home with a foundering marriage and a precocious five year old. I was bereft. She learned there was a whole great big world beyond the borders of “Mom”. Which is good. She’s worldly, diverse, self-confident and can talk about anything with anyone.

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When I first met Big, I knew she was much like her daddy…and the new version of my daughter. As well, she should be. She is an observer, takes everything in, and if she is feeling like she doesn’t get enough of your attention, she will be sure to let you know. She’s smart, strong, and independent.

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When I first met Little, I knew she was my mini-me. So much like her mama when she was little. Fun, funny, creative, smart, tender hearted, and so loving and demonstrative. This time with her is nothing short of magic. We love a lot of the same things. And those things we may not be well enough versed in to form an opinion, the other is more than willing to teach. 

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We left yesterday around noon and headed to town for our antiquing excursion. I had the goal of finding a nice cast iron griddle for her to bake buttermilk biscuits on. We found everything but that. I bought her a good sized biscuit bowl, a sifter, and a biscuit cutter. I’ll keep looking for a griddle. I told her I would bring all these things to Colorado with me when we go in September. That way I don’t have to worry about anything getting broken.

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Little was fabulous looking through the antiques stores. She found all kinds of things that piqued her interest. I found some old welding goggles and had her try them on. Oh, my gosh! They were SO cute! She’ll use them in some of her cosplay. She found a small doll to add to her collection. She was curious about what things were and how they were used. I’m telling you…I was in hog heaven!

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We decided to head out into the country to another antique dealer where I know they usually carry a good deal of cast iron. We stopped at Fort Boreman Park and looked out over the Ohio River taking the obligatory photos with the magnificent view behind us. Little learned about humidity yesterday. As we were driving through the country, she noticed everything in the distance was blue. I explained how we can see the air here because of the high humidity. She told Mr. FixIt over supper that we can see the oxygen here. Indeed, we can!

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We didn’t find the griddle we were looking for so we drove to the farm to pick up a few more things that I wanted to bring home. When we got there, we ate supper and jumped in the pool to cool off. Divine!

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Today we prepare for our camping trip. We leave in the morning!

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The time…I want to slow down the time.

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“yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.”

\nJames 4:14 ESV\n
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This was taken a long time ago…they’re 14 and 17 now!

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OMGosh! Yesterday was crazy busy! When I went to town the other day, I totally forgot to take a water sample from the pool to check for the chemical levels. I really wanted to make sure everything was ok for the girls to swim, so I took a sample in yesterday. I have to say, I’ve never taken a sample in where they didn’t adjust something so I had to make a purchase. But yesterday, they checked the levels and said it was all good! So, one less thing to worry about.

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A quick trip to Walmart to pick up some last minute things that I forgot on Thursday and I headed home. I still needed to change the sheets on our bed, dust and vacuum and put some things away. I also rethought the bed coverings in the kids room and ended up with an old chenille bedspread that I love. I felt it went better. And, I wanted the white coverlet on our bed for summer.

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The kids got here about 5:30 and…I have to tell you…I cried as soon as I got a hold of them. I haven’t seen them in almost two years and they’ve grown so much. Also, I’ll bet it wasn’t 30 minutes and they were in the pool! Daughter #1 says that’s all they’ve been talking about for the last two months…they get to see Nana…and Nana has a pool! I guess a pool is big currency with teenagers! lol We grilled and chilled on the deck and visited and had a wonderful time. 

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I was so happy with the way the house looked and our hard work has paid off. But, the most important thing was getting hugs from my babes. Big is on two swim teams so she needs to get in the pool twice a day. We’re going to go out to the farm between swims today. I hope I don’t wake up and find this was all a dream!!!

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This is one happy Nana!

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“Love never ends….”

\n1 Corinthians 13:8 ESV\n
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Little’s Room is just about ready!

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Mr. FixIt and I were talking about this yesterday. Whenever you have a project going…you have to make umpteen trips to the hardware store. This fitting was the wrong size. This lag bolt was too short. “I tried to tell the sales guy that this shutoff valve wouldn’t fit, but I let him talk me into it!” It never fails. It’s not all that big of a deal when you live in town and the hardware store is a mile or two away, like when I fixed up my mom’s house to sell. But, when you live twenty “West Virginia Miles” away…it’s a whole different ballgame.

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I purchased these pillow shams years ago…hand stitched on antique German linen bedsheets.

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We ended up having to run to town again yesterday because something didn’t fit or it was too long or whatever. I had an errand I wanted to do anyway, so I tagged along for the ride. Remember how I’ve told you in the past that a trip to town is an all day ordeal? Yeah…breakfast on the way in…dinner on the way back. The upside? I didn’t have to cook! We found what we were looking for. Also, I purchased a reproduction cross-stitch sampler off Facebook Marketplace a few weeks ago and finally got around to taking it in for framing. I was hoping it would be ready by the end of the week, but it doesn’t look like it. My fault for taking so long to get it in there.

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My Aunt Peeps gave the antique rabbit doorstop to my mom.

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When we got home, I helped Mr. FIxIt set the sink in the bathroom and hold it while he attached it to the wall with lag bolts. Then I worked on Little’s room. It’s almost finished. If I’d thought of it ahead of time, I would have given it a fresh coat of paint, but I doubt she’ll notice. I just wanted it to be comfy and peaceful for her. I’ll finish it, clean up our room today for Daughter #1 and Big, then clean out the fridge. Thursday is grocery day. Then they arrive on Friday!

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Dining al Fresco at the river

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Thank goodness we don’t have any rain forecast for a while. By yesterday morning, we had 3” of rain in the gauge…in around 15 hours’ time! Mr. FixIt got up a couple of times in the night to check the storm drain and it was perfect. We will both be so glad when the kids get here and we can stop working on projects for a while and just enjoy them…and summer!

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Almost finished!

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“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me,”

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Matthew 25:35 ESV

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In just over a week, Daughter #1 will be pulling into our driveway toting Big and Little. Big is really big now...seventeen and preparing to visit colleges with her mom  the following week. And Little isn’t so little anymore. She was only five years old when Mr. Virgo died. She’s fourteen now. It doesn’t seem possible...especially since I haven’t seen any of them since August 2019 when Daughter #2 got married.

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Although Big came with her mom to visit me here in WV when I was fixing up my mom’s house, she doesn’t remember it because she was only nine months old. They did come several years ago to visit the farm and my Aunt Peeps, but I was working in Colorado at the time and couldn’t get away. So, this is their first visit with Nana in the country. While I doubt my “time travel” plans will be terribly impressive to a seventeen year old, I’m firmly convinced Little is going to enjoy what I have planned for her. She is staying with us for two weeks while her mom and Big go on their college tour.

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Little has always been SO much like me. She is bright, funny, incredibly creative, loves looking through old boxes of junk, loves to cook and sew, draw and paint. I’ve been thinking of all kinds of fun things to do with her. I want to teach her to bake sourdough bread and buttermilk biscuits and grits. I want to teach her to knit dishcloths. We’ll garden. She’ll learn about the mower and the weed eater. We’ll plant geraniums. We’ll “camp” out in TOW-Wanda. I want to take her to a nearby park that has been named a Certified Dark Sky area so we can lay back and look at the stars. I want to spend time with her at the farm and teach her about the night sounds and the different birds and grandma’s flowers. I want to share the family stories that I have been entrusted with. We’ll explore the countryside and maybe visit some cemeteries and find the names on her family tree chart I made for her. I purposefully left the birth and death dates off so she can learn where to find that information.

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All in two weeks. Think we can do it? I’m 99% sure we can, and she’s going to love it. I remember taking Daughter #2 on a three week road trip for her 13th birthday, and a trip to Cozumel for her 16th. The difference between those two trips was remarkable. So I hope I’m getting in under the cutoff date when Nana’s not so cool anymore. Thank God Big has come back around and we have great conversations again. 

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Little is an old soul, and I’m truly looking forward to exploring with her.

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“Hear this, you elders; give ear, all inhabitants of the land! Has such a thing happened in your days, or in the days of your fathers? Tell your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children to another generation.”

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When you live in the country, you have to take what comes and deal with it in the moment. Sundays. Holidays. Birthdays. When something needs your attention, you deal with it. I told you earlier in the week that we ran the snake down the back storm drain and got it running smoothly. Then, for some reason, it clogged back up on Saturday. We set up the sump pumps but...we couldn’t get any of the three pumps to work reliably and the hoses kept clogging. I know we need to do some major repair to that drain to make a more permanent fix, but until then, we jury-rig it to get along.

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The weather prediction for yesterday was severe thunderstorms and heavy rain. It was also my birthday. And Mr. FixIt was trying to get the last of the lawn mowed with the push mower before it rained. Then, my bonus son called to say they were out at their daughter’s putting in hay and we should come out. We decided to take my chocolate cake out and share it with them, have a quick visit, and get back in plenty of time to snake the drain again.

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Just as it happened last week, as soon as we hit the blockage, the water drained right down like a bathtub. The only thing we can figure is, with all this rain and hot weather, the forsythia and flowering quince growing over the drain pipe are sending roots in like crazy and clogging it up quickly. We’ve got it open again...and just in time. It rained very hard in the early evening. A grand thunderstorm with constant thunder and lightning all around us.

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There’s not many things I like more than chocolate cake and thunderstorms! I’ll have to admit though...when I heard the storm coming, I came inside from the camper where I was set up to write this post. When they said “severe thunderstorm warning”...they weren’t messing around! I’m propped up in the guest room, the window open so I can see and hear and smell the storm, and I am impressed. This is the hardest rain we’ve had so far this year. I can’t wait to see how much is in the rain gauge. It’s a very slow moving storm and it is dumping rain like a waterfall. You can hardly see the trees on the hillside across the big creek. Mr. FixIt keeps going downstairs to check the drain. So far, so good. 

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Here we are...knee deep in June. We could be knee deep in water before it’s over with. There are flash flood warnings and Mr. FixIt says he has seen the water clear up in our field maybe five or six times in the 45 years he’s lived here. 

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Post storm note: Once the rain was over, we had just shy of 1.5” in less than 45 minutes! Everything was cooled down, clean and green afterwards. There is flash flooding all around the area. We went down to check the creeks and I noticed the water was flowing backwards up the ditch where our storm drain comes out. In less than a minute, the water raised at least a foot. We could hear the trees cracking on the other side of the creek, so we quickly backed away. It was really impressive, but...we’re still here!

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“May he be like rain that falls on the mown grass, like showers that water the earth!”

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Mr. FixIt has been asking me for a month what I want for my birthday. I told him my needs are few. I really wanted the outdoor movie theater for family gatherings. And I ordered that new food dehydrator. I’m sixty-eight years old. What on earth could I need? Clothes? I don’t think so. The pandemic has taught me I don’t need to dress up and go out to restaurants. We live in West Virginia. I live in comfort central.

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I don’t need jewelry. I don’t need anything fancy. Flowers, maybe. Not cut flowers...but maybe some red geraniums to put in the pots along the fence. That might be nice. Mr. FixIt bought me a chocolate cake for my birthday. Chocolate cake is always good! My real birthday presents left Colorado yesterday and will be pulling in my driveway on June 25th! They have stops to make between there and here.

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I had a blast with my high school friends yesterday. Fifty years it’s been since we graduated. I looked around the circle of faces and smiled. Many of us didn’t really know each other till we hooked up on Facebook. When I first moved back to West Virginia in 2014, I asked one of my friends here how often the gals meet for coffee. I was met with a black stare. It’s just not something they did. They were busy working and raising families. Well, I changed that in a hurry. And now we have our own Facebook group and...aside from the pandemic year...we have been getting together at least once a month and we all look forward to it.

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After running a few errands, I came home and finished mowing. Mr. FixIt was mudding the drywall in the master bath, then he came out and ran the weed eater. It was hotter than blue blazes and he had to sit down on the steps of my old camper in the shade to cool off. I brought him a cool drink on a drive by on the mower. I mow under an umbrella shade on my mower and drink electrolytes while I work. 

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A cool shower and supper and we were done! As I went out to the camper last night to write, Mr. FixIt said, “We’ll take tomorrow off.” Then he immediately started listing things he really needed to do. lol It’s my birthday! I have chocolate cake and hamburger from Dick’s Market to grill. We have a pool to swim in. Maybe we’ll go for a drive. It’s supposed to rain. God provides me with all that I need...including a garden. What more could I want?

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“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.”

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#Birthday, #Gifts, #Present

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Sometimes, when life gives you hard things, you put your head down and keep pushing forward in order to survive. Even now, you take stock of all that’s happening around you, it’s easy to feel WAY out of control. And there’s nothing worse than that runaway train feeling. You can’t defend yourself from an enemy you cannot see. It’s downright scary.

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When Mr. FixIt had his first stroke in February 2020, we sat together in his room and watched the news. They were talking about a disease that seemed to be spreading overseas and could very well come to the United States. We were already dealing with one emergency with uncertain consequences. Now they’re talking about a pandemic, too? We were too numb to really “get it”. 

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We went home and started the healing process. Then, six weeks later, there was a stroke on the other side AND we were in a full-blown pandemic. We were beyond numb. We were obviously extremely grateful the strokes weren’t any worse. We knew they certainly could have been. But we didn’t know if there would be a third on the horizon. And, would it be “the big one”. These were things we definitely didn’t talk about...but we both worried about, nonetheless.

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Our lives became centered around physical therapy, follow up medical visits, and endless television coverage. Not only the pandemic, but now the election. We were so overwhelmed, we didn’t know what to think. We just did the best we could and put one foot in front of the other.

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This year is different. We survived the election. We survived the worst of the pandemic. We got vaccinated. And we got through the year that time stood still. Hindsight is 20/20, and Mr. FixIt and I have frequent conversations...processing what we went through in the last year and how we handled it. Sometimes you don’t know how bad things were till you get past them and look back. We were pretty much a hot mess last year. This year is much, much better.

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Mr. FixIt has his strength back. We are getting life back to normal here at Marshmallow Ranch. We are picking up the pieces of the last year and working on the projects we were right in the middle of when the first stroke hit. It is so stressful to feel like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. Now, with a little time and distance, and good medications, and the reassurance of our physicians...we’re beginning to trust that we’re ok and and we can move forward and continue this beautiful life we’ve been building.

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We are filled with love and gratitude...hope and faith. 

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We can breathe again. 

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“Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul.”

\n3 John 1:2 ESV\n
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Yesterday was just an ordinary day here on Marshmallow Ranch...aka the Ponderosa. We puttered around the house. Mr. FixIt worked on the drywall in the small bathroom we’ve been refinishing. We’ve been working on it for ages but other things, like strokes and covid and stuff kept pushing it to the back burner. But now, I am so grateful to say...Mr. FixIt is SO much better. He’s stronger and more himself and I’m thrilled he feels well. A job is just a job. Getting him well and happy and healthy was our first priority. 

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I put things away and organized my electronics and I’m almost finished with the office. I was just finishing putting a variety of cables, cameras, and recording equipment in a carry bag when I heard one of my bonus granddaughters out in the yard. She and her dad came for a visit so we took a break and sat out by the pool to talk. She told us all about her latest softball tournament and how hot it was out on the field. It was so nice to see them.

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When they left, we went back to work. We used the clippers to trim back the forsythia along one side of the yard. It is absolutely amazing to me how fast things grow here. We worked till it was just too hot at 88 degrees to keep going then we stopped for lunch. Most afternoons, we stretch out for a bit during the hottest part of the day and have a little siesta, then pick up where we left off. This time, we drove into town to pick up some things then get an ice cream and sit at the park to watch the river.

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By the time we got home, the sky was getting dark and we had a really good rain with some lightning and thunder. We’ve needed the moisture terribly so we were happy to have it. We sat down to watch America’s Got Talent. I really enjoy it because it reminds me of growing up watching Ted Mack’s Amateur Hour and the Ed Sullivan Show. But, it was the last act of the night that had me gob-smacked. 

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A tiny little wisp of a thing from Zanesville, Ohio came on to sing an original song. When asked what she does for a living, she revealed she’d been dealing with cancer over the last few years so she hadn’t worked. I know there are people who come on these shows and you think they’re just using them for ratings and sympathy. But this little gal was different. She was special. Her whole heart was open and real and authentic. She stepped to the microphone, opened her mouth, and out came the music of heaven....at least as I would imagine it to be.

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She sang a song that was raw and real and told of her fight and that...it’s ok to not be ok. It’s alright. When she finished, you could have heard a pin drop till the audience finally jumped to their feed and gave her a well deserved standing ovation. Each judge spoke of how fearless she seemed and when it got to Simon, it was obvious she had really touched him. When he remarked how happy she was, she said something that I had to write down. I asked Mr. FixIt to rewind so I could be sure to get it right. She said:

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“You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore before you decide to be happy.”

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That really hit me. I’ve dealt with depression and anxiety all of my life. Moments like these are the tools I keep in my tool box for when I feel I’m struggling. I mean, this sweet, young woman with the closely cropped hair still has cancer in her lungs, her spine, and her liver. She revealed she only has a 2% chance of survival. But she looked into the camera and said, “You know? It’s not 0%...it’s 2 whole percent. I just wish people could understand how special that is.”

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Sometimes life smacks you a little and says, “Wake up, kid! Look around you!” I’m so grateful I got to see little “Nightbirde” sing. You can watch HERE.

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“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”

\n2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NIV\n
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We missed the dark pink blossom, but this one is a beauty!

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It didn’t rain yesterday so I finished the rest of the mowing. I much prefer getting it all down at once since staggering it can lead to long weeks of multiple mowing days. I don’t mind mowing, but I have to many other things to do to tie up too much time. The road in front of our house was moved several years ago in order to cut down on some of the really bad accidents in the sharp turns. Since that time, no one enters or leaves that side of the house. All the action is on the other side where the pool is. There is a sidewalk leading from the door to the driveway and big metal building. Consequently, we refer to that as the “front” of the house.

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The only time I really see the other side of the house is when I mow. The other night at my bonus granddaughter’s softball game, the former Mrs. FixIt and I were handing our phones back and forth sharing photos of our flowers. She asked if the dark pink peonies had bloomed yet. I din’t even know we HAD dark pink peonies. When I was out there mowing yesterday I looked and sure enough, there had been blossoms...but I missed them. I did catch some pretty medium pink blooms though. 

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I have NO idea what this plant is but I’m sure it’s a weed!

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While I was wandering around, I noticed the plants at the corner of the house had grown like crazy! I’ve been posting the photos trying to identify what it is and haven’t come up with anything yet. I’m sure it’s invasive because it just took over. Mr. FixIt had that stuff cut clear down to the ground last fall and here it is 10’ tall already! I’ll have to get after that pretty quick.

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Mr. FixIt stretched a line out last evening to show where the trench is going for the power line to the “campground.” I’m really excited. It would have been in already if it wasn’t for the rain this week. We’re going down today to pick up TOW-Wanda. We’ll set her up temporarily by the building so we can plug her in out there. That way, we can sleep out there and give up our bed for company when the kids come in three weeks!!! I talked with Big on video chat yesterday for nearly an hour. She is pretty much vegan so we discussed menu options that she will enjoy. Little isn’t a very picky eater so there’s no real worries there.

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Mr. FixIt laid the line for the trench for the electric to the “campground.”

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We’re heading into a hot stretch now after having some very pleasant weather the last couple of weeks. I’m pretty much taking the weekend off to play in TOW-Wanda and get her all cleaned and set up. We haven’t “camped” at all since about this time last year...so I’m pretty excited! There’s something special about spending time close to nature. I’ll get back to the inside work at the first of the week.

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““But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind. Does not the ear test words as the tongue tastes food? Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?”

\nJob 12:7-12 NIV\n
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I gained a whole lot more family members when I married Mr. FixIt. One of my bonus granddaughters plays softball for our Alma Mater and the league tournament began this week. They lost their first game to our arch rivals. They won their second game and, since our rivals lost their second, we played them again last night. Our girls came out like the fighters they are and it was touch and go there for a while. But, ultimately the rivals won and ended our granddaughter’s season. She’ll be a senior next year and that will be the last WV grandchild to graduate high school.

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How quickly those growing up years seem to fly...when it’s not you doing the parenting. You never feel like it flew by till it’s over. While you’re in the midst of it all, it seems to last three lifetimes. You think you can’t wait till all those travel games and practices are over...until they are. Then you mourn the loss. 

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It seems to be that way with most things in life, doesn’t it? When you’re young and just starting out, it feels like forever till you’re your parents’ age. Then, all of a sudden, you have great grandchildren and you wonder how in the heck it happened in the blink of an eye. I really enjoy being the grandparent watching my grands growing up and achieving big things. Daughter #1 will be here with the girls at the end of the month. She’s taking Big to look at colleges. Wasn’t she just in kindergarten last year? 

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I love watching my daughter parent her girls. I love when the lightbulb goes on in her mind and she “gets it”. She used to complain that we let her little sister get away with MUCH more than she could. Now she realizes no two kids are the same and what worked with one, doesn’t necessarily work with the other. I love when she turns to me for advice, or a recipe, or to confirm the date of her great-grandma’s birthday. (Which she got right, by the way.)

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I look back over my life and wonder which part was the best. Was it when I was young and ignorant of the ways of the world...newly married and living in England? Was it when my first child was born there and my mom flew all that way to come see her? Was it the lean years with Hubby #2 as we worked hard to put him through medical school...or was it the fat years when he practiced medicine and Daughter #2 came along? Was it becoming a grandmother for the first time? Was it when I married Mr. Virgo on the deck of my favorite restaurant overlooking Mt. Sopris in the distance, surrounded by family and friends? Was it when I went into the wilderness of Colorado as a new widow and came out a different and stronger woman? Was it living on the farm...the home of my heart? 

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I think, in looking back, EVERY time is the best time. I know for a fact that NOW is the best time. I’m married to my best friend. I live in the country on five acres. I have an amazing family. I have a camper, my health, and the means to live a comfortable life. Getting to watch a softball game in person or watching a swim meet online, or hearing our great granddaughter say, “I love you, Gigi!” Yep...this is the best time of all!

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“May you live to see your children’s children....”

\nPsalms 128:6 NIV\n
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My Bubby turns 70 this fall. We’ll be traveling to Colorado to help him celebrate. My dear sister/friend texted me yesterday telling me her husband will soon be 75. Mr. FixIt will be 70 in the early New Year. And I’ll be 68 next month. I told my friend, “How can this be possible? We were just laying out with baby oil and Sun-In in our hair...like, five minutes ago!” And now? Wow!

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It’s not bad, though. I mean...I’ve done an awful lot in this life. I had countless “careers”, four husbands, kids galore if you count all the ones who called me “Mom”. I’ve lived in England and Colorado and now back to my roots in WV. I’ve traveled alone halfway around the world. I’ve pulled a 30’ camper by myself back and forth across the country. I’ve slept under the stars and howled at the moon. I’ve skinny dipped in hot springs in the nooks and crannies of the Rockies. I’ve brought two amazing women into the world...my greatest achievement.

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And now...I have this amazing life. This almost-68-year-old amazing life with this wonderful guy I’ve known since I was a kid. And we live on five beautiful acres in the country. Honestly...I’m living my dream life. Short of owning Grandma’s farm, this is perfect! And, now that we’ve decided to stay put, my heart is putting down roots even further. I’ve been thinking about ways to carve out spaces on our acreage that are not only beautiful, but functional and fun.

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I’ve wanted a “she-shed” for years. I have it in my head what I want it to look like. I save photos that I see and file them away for reference. There is a beautiful shed in a garden in Seattle that inspires me. It’s a Little White House that the owners rent out as a space for photo shoots and teas and such. I’d love to have something like that. To make this into a complex with little sheds and gardens and paths. A place for a couple of campers. A large communal fire pit. We already have the big building. We could start with something like an Autumn Festival and sell antiques. We could have a place for live music. There’s plenty of room for parking. It could be really cool. Or it could just be a dream. Who knows? The important thing is...always having a dream. Something to look forward to. Something that brings you joy. 

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Sixty-eight. Hey...it’s not NINETY-EIGHT! I have a DREAM!

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“Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”

\nPsalm 37:4 ESV\n
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Grandma’s Peonies

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While Mr. FixIt busied himself fixing the door into our pole building, I headed to the farm to bring some more stuff home. I have to admit...I stretched out on Grandma’s bed for a half hour before I packed up the truck. Soaking up the atmosphere. It feels good. I really don’t have a whole lot left out there...but I don’t pack the truck too full with each load. It gives me more trips to the farm! I canceled the Dish Network account out at the farm this morning...thus ending a 23 year run with them. It will be interesting to find out how long that phone number has been in the family!

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Wisteria

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I had a little walkabout and photographed Grandma’s flowers. I think her peonies are the prettiest I’ve ever seen. The irises are lovely, and since irises need to be thinned on occasion, I’m going to bring just a few over to the Ponderosa and make a special flower bed out near my new mini-campground we’re putting in. I also have a she-shed in my future that I want to build out there as part of my little compound for gathering my girlfriends and campout. I have it pictured in my mind. Now I just need to gather old doors and wood to build it with! I have so many projects I want to complete here at the Ponderosa. I do believe, once it’s complete, it shall be renamed...what? Marshmallow Ranch, of course!

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Clematis and Carolina Spice Bush

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I got the nicest note from Frank and Beans on Wednesday night. They were on their way down to WV to work on their cabin, so when I was finished loading what I wanted to bring home yesterday, I headed up to see what’s going on. They have one of those driveways that are very common in these West Virginia hills...straight up! Well, not really...but it sure seemed that way. I jumped out of the truck to greet my newest friends and look at their place. It’s beautiful up there and they have a view that looks right out over the treetops. It reminds me of pictures taken above the canopy of a rainforest...but without the monkeys!

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Iris, foreground...Rhododendron, background

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When they had their driveway graded, the folks doing the work found a huge rock in the shape of a heart. It has special meaning to Frank, so I brought them another heart shaped rock I brought home from Colorado and gave it to them as a housewarming gift. I couldn’t stay long, but we vowed to stay in touch, and they reiterated I am welcome to stay at the farm anytime. Just sitting on the porch during a rainstorm will be a huge treat, let alone getting to stay for a day or two.

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Iris

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I stopped at the store on the way home and fixed a quick supper. We have been dining on the deck every night under the pergola. We’ve only stayed out long enough to turn the market lights on a couple of times because we’ve been so busy with projects. But I envision more late nights out there as we catch up a little. Especially when the kids are here. I’m looking forward to doing more entertaining, as well.

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Iris

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It’s supposed to rain today and the weather will turn quite cool over the next few days. The nights will be especially cool...good sleeping weather. I have discovered something very interesting. Now that I write in the spare bedroom, I am sleeping much more soundly when I get up and go to our room. Something about separating “work” from home has really improved my sleep hygiene. I sure wish TOW-Wanda was here and fixed already...I’d really enjoy sleeping out there on these cool nights. That’s what I get for procrastinating getting her to the RV Doctor!

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Multiflora Rose

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Oh, and another thing...just as a matter of course. Today marks 3,000 days since Mr. Virgo died. I never could have dreamed of this life...of experiencing joy and happiness and deep love again. I couldn’t picture myself surviving that loss, let alone coming out the other side with a beautiful and fulfilling life. I just thought I would share that with you so that...if you are bereaved...there is hope for a good life down the road. I know it’s such a hard, hard journey...but a good life is worth working for.

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“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”

\nJeremiah 29:11 ESV\n
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After an entire week of angst and anxiety, I sat with my bible study on “Overcoming Anxiety” and let it go...again. How many times do we have to let it go?? As many times as it takes. I’m pretty well convinced it’s not the last time, but the peace I felt yesterday was complete and it gave me such an incredible sense of relief.

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We got up early yesterday. We still aren’t attending church outside the home. We will go again...when we’re ready. My church yesterday was found at the farm. The grass isn’t growing terribly fast right now because we haven’t had any rain. But it was still time to mow out there, and I really don’t want the new people to take possession and have to get the baler out. So, we loaded the mowers up on the utility trailer and headed for the country.

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I knew there was food out there, so we elected to have breakfast once we arrived. We had eggs and fried cornmeal mush with syrup and sat on the front porch to marvel at God’s precious handiwork. Once we finished and the dishes were washed, I hopped on the riding mower while Mr. FixIt took the push mower around the edges and the ditch out front. My step-son called to say they were coming for a visit, so as soon as the mowing was done, we loaded back up and headed home.

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They had some work to do first, so I took the riding mower right off the trailer and mowed the Ponderosa. I just was finished when the kids showed up with pizza. We sat out on the deck by the pool and ate. They hadn’t seen the new carpeting yet so we went inside and talked while the guys re-hung the door Mr. FixIt painted. We had a lovely day with family and friends through texts and visits and phone calls.

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I felt so good. I know to give things to God. I KNOW. But my mind gets carried away and before I know it, I’m down a rabbit hole and we’re off to the races. The good thing is, yesterday was so blessedly peaceful that it was a tangible reminder of the peace that comes with letting go and letting God do the heavy lifting. We weren’t meant to do the heavy lifting. That’s HIS job....if only we hand over the load. I’m grateful for the sense of calm I experienced...all day long.

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“Don't worry about anything, but pray about everything. With thankful hearts offer up your prayers and requests to God. Then, because you belong to Christ Jesus, God will bless you with peace that no one can completely understand. And this peace will control the way you think and feel.”

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My Salvaged Shelf from Mr. FixIt

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I was so relieved when I got to talk to my brother last evening. He sounded so much stronger. He really wanted to go home yesterday, but the doctor wanted to keep him one more night and watch his kidneys. He’s not a big water drinker, so it’s going to be a challenge encouraging his intake. I think avoiding the hospital might be a big motivator! He did really well, he was well cared for, and Daughter #1 visited him twice. Thank you all for your prayers...we felt every one.

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Now that the farm has sold, there’s very little I need to bring home...maybe two trips. It was such a lovely evening we decided to hop in the truck, stop for a cold bottle of pop, and go for a drive with the windows down. It was the perfect temperature and letting the wind blow through my hair, the smell of the woods and newly mown hay fields, and a peace in my heart made for a soothing ride. We ran into Charlotte as we were pulling into the drive so she pulled in after us and chatted for a while. She was also excited about the new owners of the farm. We didn’t stay too long, but on our way out of the drive, we stopped and visited with the neighbor across the road and told him of his new neighbors. Everyone is really happy because Frank and Beans are the nicest couple you’d want to meet.

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Grandma’s Apron and a Quilt from a Dear Friend

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I spent the day working on my next projects. I’ve been wanting a shelving unit for my jars of home canned produce so I don’t have to take it all downstairs. With covid, we didn’t have people coming into the house for visits, so all those beautiful jars of food just sat on the dining room table. I wanted them to be where I could see them...because they are so pretty to look at. Mr. FixIt was moving things around in the building the other day and found a tall bookcase that wasn’t too deep for the spot I wanted to put it. He cleaned it up, oiled the wood, and painted a thin board to nail to the back. We cleared out the hallway to the front door we never use, and place the bookcase in such a way it wouldn’t impede egress should we need to escape out that way. It looks perfect!

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Yellow Iris at the Ponderosa

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The next step is going through the things we moved into the office when they put the carpet down. I don’t want all that “stuff” out in the family room cluttering it up. We put the wooden rocking chairs out on the front porch. And I’ve been going through bags and boxes, creating a bag of papers that I need to shred. These jobs are things we all do, and sometimes they get pushed to the burner one to many times. Then we just have to break down and get them done.

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Grandma’s Rhododendron

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I have a goal. The girls will be here June 25th. I want this whole floor of the house cleaned and organized. Our daughter and son-in-law are coming out tomorrow to help. The boys will finish up the electric line to the deck and us girls will work on the bedrooms. I don’t want to just move things from one place to another. I want to clear out things. I read somewhere...cleaning things out means to touch it once. You either put it in its place, or you haul it out the door. I vote for hauling a LOT out the door!

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A Quilt I Painted

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So, as I write this, I’m breathing a lot easier. I will feel even better when my brother gets home safe and sound. He still has a three hour ride home today after they discharge him from the hospital. We are SO blessed by the staff in the program he is a client with. They truly go above and beyond to care for people and I love them for that. It takes a great load off my shoulders to know he is so well loved.

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“Be sincere in your love for others. Hate everything that is evil and hold tight to everything that is good. Love each other as brothers and sisters and honor others more than you do yourself.”

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Charles Dickens was speaking of the events leading up to the French Revolution, of course. And my little slice of reality is nothing in comparison. However, whenever we are going through hard things, our things are the hardest things because they’re OUR things. Grief has many sources, and it’s no small thing to walk away from your family home.

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I’ve been at the farm since Saturday afternoon. I thought I’d get a lot done yesterday, but I did not. And that’s ok. I sat on the front porch most of the day, staring at my grandma’s huge rhododendron. It isn’t lost on me that THE most beautiful peak of bloom is occurring during my last official day here. Tomorrow evening is the close of the auction. I’ve asked everyone I know to buy the farm so I can still come here. Who knows the fate of this land besides God? I just have this wonderful feeling it’s going into the hands of someone who will love it the same as I do. I’m going to stand on that conviction.

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I was a sponge yesterday...soaking up every ounce of love from this place. I awoke to the beloved sound of a gentle rain on the tin roof...even though we had no such rain predicted. I drove over to the service station-diner-convenience store-tire center early to get some butter. I forgot to bring some over and I want pancakes on my last morning here. The time passed all too quickly and just as the light began to change, I snapped this shot of the perfect blossoms on the perfect bush in the most perfect place I know. I sat on the porch and watched the chipmunks chasing each other around the yard. A flicker kept sweeping in to the old, rotten stump of the poplar tree my PopPop planted years ago...snatching an insect here and there, then flying on. A big, fat rabbit slowly made its way along the base of the spirea along the ditch by the road....nibbling on the new grass and avoiding the bee balm and flags.

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The neighbor across the road was planting his garden. It’s always so lovely because he keeps the deer out with an electric fence. Otherwise, it’s nothing but a salad bar for critters. His wife came out with Molly, their one year old lab pup who is full of boundless energy. Bees from the hives down the road buzzed from flower to flower. I happily munched on my sandwich, sharing some chips with the chipmunks. Four-wheelers came one by one down the road...heading back home after a fun day of “muddin’” on the area’s many dirt roads that lead to old oil and gas wells and timber cuts. 

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As night fell, I talked with Mr. FixIt. I told him I saw him on the security camera planting OUR garden. I laughed and told him he can’t get away with anything now that we’ve put those in! lol We hung up and I came in, locking the doors behind me...just as Grandma did over the decades she lived in this little red house in the holler. This is my last day. The last night I’ll spend in my grandma’s house. Even if it DOES sell to someone I know and even if I DO get to sleep in here again...it’ll be different. It won’t be ours...mine. Not physically, anyway.

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Life is still lovely...and it will go on. More stories will come. I’ll remember things I haven’t told you about the old home place. And...more likely than not...I’ll tell you stories I’ve told you before. I’m of that age, you know. It’s one of the joys of growing older...you get to tell stories with freshness because you can’t remember who you’ve told them to before. Probably easier on me than you, come to think of it.

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The barred owl came to talk softly to me in the growing darkness. He didn’t give his usual full call....just a short “coo” to let me know he was there. Then, ever so slowly, he made his way from tree to tree...getting further and further away...till I could just barely hear him in the woods on the far hill. Fitting, I think....that things get softer and further away as I let this lovely place go.

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Tomorrow morning, you’ll read of my last night here...but it’s surely not the last you’ll hear about the farm.

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“I will bless you with a future filled with hope—a future of success, not of suffering. You will turn back to me and ask for help, and I will answer your prayers.”

\nJeremiah 29:11-12 CEV\n
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Kitchen

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My goal was to have the house clean and presentable for the Open House yesterday, and I have to say...I was so proud of the way it looked when the auction agent (Wayne) got there. They arrived about 3:15 and needed to get back up on the hill to show the property lines to the one who hadn’t been there yet. Wayne took a quick look around the house and he was so pleased. The first time he saw it was when Mr. FixIt and I were at the beach so nothing had been done. It was in quite a state of disarray.

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Kitchen - My uncle made this cabinets after they rolled the house down onto the new basement

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None of us have ever seen it so empty, but it didn’t seem forlorn or depressing to me. It seem light and airy...like it could breathe in the sunshine. It was a beautiful, cool day. Members of the family or the sellers aren’t supposed to attend an open house. I didn’t realize that’s for our own protection against any liability. They are licensed and insured and that is their business. I really liked Wayne. He was genuine and personable. After he glanced at the house, he said, “I have a gift for you. You’ve worked so hard, you deserve a present!” He went out to his truck and brought me a wonderful Yeti travel mug! That was very kind of him.

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The Dining Room

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I had another truckload packed by the time they arrived, so all I had to do was put my overnight bags in and head home. I sent my cousin Katie the pictures of the house when it was ready and asked her to show my uncle today when they go help him mow. The house was always a shrine of sorts. It seemed like once we lost our Uncle Sonny in the plane crash, the house never changed much after that. Other than replacing worn out furnishings, it always looked the same year after year. The pictures were all hung in the same spots, the curtains were replaced by identical curtains. It was eerily comforting because you always knew you were home when you walking in the door. It still smells like old wood and dust and lemon oil.

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Living Room

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I haven’t heard if anyone showed up to the Open House. I hope so. I hope lots of people want it and they just fight over it and cause a bidding war. Not necessarily because it will bring in more money, but because it would show someone loved it enough to fight for it. I talked to my uncle last night to let him know the place looked nice for them and he said, “It’s kinda depressing, isn’t it?” I told him about talking to Grandma at the cemetery the other day and what she “told” me. I could hear his voice quiver. I said, “I know it’s hard because it’s HOME and it’s always been there. But, you know...that land saved a whole lot of people, myself included.” I thanked him tremendously for letting me live there and heal after losing Mr. Virgo. It was honestly like a medicine I took straight into my soul.

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Grandma & PopPop’s Bedroom where I sleep. You had to walk through their room to get to the bathroom. Grandma always reached her hand out to touch mine when my mom walked me through.

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So, the days of time at the farm are winding down. I’ll go back over one last stretch...maybe Friday. My last night there will be Monday because the auction ends on Tuesday at 7:00. I don’t want to sleep there after that...it won’t seem right. Oh...the stories we have! I’m looking forward to going over to see my uncle and sit with him and ask all the questions I’ve never asked. I want to know everything. For instance...I had no idea the back property line went clear over the back of the hill and across the creek and up the other side a little ways. No idea! All these years I thought it ended at the road on the other side of the old home place. 

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The Boys’ Room

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Today? I HAVE to finish the taxes! Mr. FixIt is working away on the entryways in preparations for the carpet installation tomorrow. He has one finished. One to go. It’s always something, isn’t it? 

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The Girls’ Room

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“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.”

\nProverbs 16:3 ESV\n
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I’m very careful about what I take from the farm. I know what is mine. I also know there are some things no one would mind me taking...little things that don’t mean anything to anyone else but me. Anything bigger or more significant, I ask if it’s ok. For instance, I asked to have my grandparents’ bed. I was going to keep the dresser...I may still...but it definitely needs some work. I asked for the big round mirror in the living room. It used to hang on the other end of the wall, but the TV was taller than the mirror and it didn’t serve its purpose anymore. Grandma always brushed her hair out by that mirror. I have countless photos with that mirror in the background. I also asked for a small chair side table that my uncle made years ago. Well, technically Mr. FixIt asked me to ask my uncle if we could have it. 

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I remember when my own mother died. I was living in Colorado and was here for a week for the funeral. I had to begin making arrangements for my brother’s living situation. The last evening before I went back to Colorado for a couple of weeks, I was heading to town from the farm. As I left the house, my aunt said she would go in and clean out mom’s house for me while I was gone. I assured her she didn’t need to do that, but she was quite insistent. We went back and forth over it for a while and, rather than argue, I stopped at the hardware store, bought new locks for the doors and installed them before I left town. 

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I dropped a letter in the mail the day I flew home, explaining I needed to go through things and while I certainly appreciated the gift of her time, it was something only I could do. It was part of my grieving process. She was so incredibly angry...and hurt, I imagine. But, I knew she would not take no for an answer. It had to be this way. Because of that experience, I’ve been very careful here not to step on toes. While I have an emotional attachment to many things in this house, so do the rest of the family and they own the farm...not me. They’ve been very generous with me. And I’ve been so blessed to have the time here these last few years. That is a gift in and of itself.

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I was cataloging some of the items that I wanted to remember before I brought them back to the farm yesterday afternoon. There was one thing I really wasn’t sure if I should just go ahead and keep or not. It was a travel golf putter that had a telescoping handle. I have no idea why my aunt had it, but I think Mr. FixIt is the only golfer in the family. I was showing it to him and he said he’d never seen anything like it. 

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“I’d love to keep it, but I think Aunt Peeps would be really mad if I did.” I said.

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She died a year ago.

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Now, this is one of those things that are just too eerie to ignore and since I have a witness, you’ll just have to believe me that it really happened. As soon as I said Aunt Peeps would be mad, my Alexa device started playing “Happy” by Pharrell Williams...all on its own. Mr. FixIt and I looked at each other...mouth gaped open and eyes wide. I squealed and started dancing around the living room....laughing. My aunt was no nonsense...you didn’t sit around and cry in your beer. You just got HAPPY!

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Ok, ok...I’ll keep it. Thanks, Aunt Peepsie!

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(You can watch the Official Music Video for Happy...HERE!)

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“Blessed is the one who finds wisdom, and the one who gets understanding, for the gain from her is better than gain from silver and her profit better than gold.”

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In going through the items I had stashed at the farm, I came across two old cell phones. One was Mr. FixIt’s. We were dating over a year when he switched to an iPhone so we could see each other on FaceTime while I traveled. However, during that first year, we talked back and forth often. We were laughing at the content of the texts...the majority of which went something like good mornings and how did you sleep and what are you going to do today? Funny how you think your early missives were filled with flowery romance and the reality was pretty much the same as our texts today. Which is a good thing. It means we haven’t tired of each other and we enjoy talking to each other the same as we did when we first started dating. 

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We looked through the old pictures on his phone, many of which had been taken in the years prior to his divorce. It was fun to see the kids and how little they were. It was interesting to see the things that piqued his interest and prompted him to memorialize moments in a photo. There were SO many photos of sunrises and sunsets at the beach and I can see why going there means so much to him. There were pictures of the flowers that grow here at the Ponderosa. I love that we both have a penchant to take lots of pictures.

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The other phone was the old one I had when Mr. Virgo was still living. I got a new one just a couple of month before he died. I remember one of the secondary losses I felt when I realized I had cleaned out my voicemails in the new phone just three days before he passed. I was devastated because those were the sweet messages. The ones he left on the house phone were a tad terse because he was trying both places and couldn’t find me. I have NO idea why it never occurred to me to look on my old phone for those messages, but it didn’t...until yesterday.

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It took me a long time to unlock the phone. It has one of those patterns on the screen that you have to trace. Time, grief brain, a head injury, and just plain aging and I could not remember what the pattern was. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t until I finally let my muscle memory take over, got it opened, and looked in the contact list that I was sure it even WAS my phone. 

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I wasn’t necessarily looking for the voicemails. I checked the photos first. I was hoping there would be more pictures on that phone, but there wasn’t anything that hadn’t been transferred over to the new phone. I looked in the emails. Nothing interesting there. Notes? Nah...just shopping lists and reminders to pick up the dry cleaning and phone number of the plumber. Ordinary stuff. The icons on a Droid are different than an iPhone and I wasn’t sure what I was clicking, but suddenly...up popped all my old voicemails.

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It has been eight years since I heard his voice. There were about twelve voicemails from him...and they were the nice ones with the lilt in his voice. Not the all business “Where ARE you?” calls. I listened to every one. I believe there is a reason God didn’t let me find those sweet messages till now. If I would have heard them early on, it would have crushed me. It would have set me up for even greater longing and pain. And, knowing me, I may have obsessively listened to them over and over and over. Which in a way would have kept me stuck in mourning. 

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As I listened to the messages yesterday, I was thrilled because I could just SEE him in my mind’s eye. The years have softened that memory. I couldn’t exactly hear his voice in my head anymore. I couldn’t actually SEE him in my head. He faded to a fuzzy version of himself...ghostlike and far from me. Hearing his voice yesterday allowed me to “see” him again and this time without the pain. It was like... “Ohhhhh, THERE you are! I remember you!” Like seeing an old friend...someone I loved very much. And now, I have something else to tuck away in a drawer...just to know it’s there. I may or may not listen to the messages again someday. But I don’t feel the compulsion to do so that I absolutely KNOW I would have if I’d known I could.

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Yes, this was a memory meant for now. I’m glad I found him and now he’s safe in a drawer. Someday, when I’m dead and gone, one of the kids...or Mr. FixIt...will be going through my things and think, “Isn’t that odd? Keeping that old cell phone in there?” They’ll never get a chance to get it unlocked to find the treats that lay within. Some treasures are meant to be left alone.

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“remember the former things of old; for I am God, and there is no other; I am God, and there is none like me,”

\nIsaiah 46:9 ESV\n
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I always wanted a big family. It seemed big in many ways because my daughters always had friends over and they called me mom. I fed them and took them places, then I sent them home. Kinda like grandchildren, really. Daughter #1 married and has two daughters of her own. Daughter #2 married and they have four cats. One is not better than the other...just different. And they are all loved the same.

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When I married Mr. Virgo, he had two daughters, but they were estranged. Over the seven and a half years we were together, he and the older daughter were making some attempt at connecting, but I never met either one of them until the Rosary the night before their father’s funeral. There was a meager attempt to form some sort of latent bond with me. The younger daughter is still connected to me on Facebook, although we never interact. Either she’s forgotten I’m there, or (as I like to believe) she lets me see Mr. Virgo’s grandchildren. His older daughter blocked me after about six months. And, sadly, she passed away suddenly nine days shy of four years after her father. Probably of the same heart condition. So, my family didn’t grow as I had hoped.

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Then, along came Mr. FixIt and...WOW...he has gifted me with a huge family. I am so incredibly blessed to be welcomed into the fold and treated with such love and respect. I know it isn’t always easy to bring another person into a family...especially later in life. I love them as I love my own and I’m looking forward to this summer when Daughter #1 and family come for a visit. They’ll all get to meet for the first time and my heart will just burst with joy!

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I got a text yesterday from one of the granddaughters. The youngest one went to prom yesterday and they wanted to know if I wanted to come and take pictures. Mr. FixIt and our son-in-law were busy putting a storm door in, so after I fed them lunch, I took off to see the princess in her gown.

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When she walked down the street before me, holding her dress up to keep from stepping on the mounds of tulle, the sunlight winked and sparkled as she moved. Her smile when she saw me melted my heart. She looked so grown up....so different than the softball playing, fun-loving Jeep-girl that we know and love. She was elegant and poised, so sophisticated. Then, with a grin, she picked up her dress to show me she was wearing Birkinstock’s under her ball gown. That’s our girl! She’s not my baby by blood, but she’s my baby by love.

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Soon, she and her date joined another couple and walked into the nearby restaurant and we all headed back to our cars. I thanked them all profusely for thinking of me and inviting me to come along. We said our goodbyes and when they turned to leave, I called after them... 

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“I love you guys!”

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“We love you, too! Thanks for coming!”

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***❤️MELT***

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“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.”

\nPsalm 127:3 ESV\n
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We had a lot to do yesterday and in order to get it all done, we had to split up and share the chores. I ran to our little burg and bought gas for the mowers and picked up the mail that was held. Mr. FixIt headed to town to pick up the cat. 

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The grass was really thick, and still a little damp with dew in the shady spots, but I got right to work. I filled the gas tank and topped off the oil and started the mowing. Things were moving right along...I had about 15-20 feet all around the edges of both fields and the yards done when...the blades stopped turning on the mower. No sound, no sudden problems...they just stopped turning. Although it’s never happened to me, I knew the belt had either broken or popped off the pulleys. Well, that was not what I expected.

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I drove back to the big building and pulled the old tractor out to finish mowing. Mr. FixIt changed the oil this spring so both tractors would be operational. I hopped on, turned the key, and...nothing. The battery was dead! Hmmmmm...I sat there cogitating. Now, taking a mower deck off and changing out a belt is not part of my skill set so the next best thing was to jump the old tractor with my truck. 

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I pulled my truck up close and hooked up the jumper cables, started up the truck, and hopped on the tractor. It started right up! I felt so empowered! I sat there for a little while to let the battery start to charge up a bit. I thought, “I’ll just leave it running and unhook the jumper cables and turn off my truck, then I can get back to work. I started to get off the tractor and the engine promptly threatened to die. Of course! There is a safety switch under the seat. The engine will stop when you lift weight off it.

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Ok...Plan B. I tugged on the jumper cables to disconnect them, but I parked a little too far away to get leverage. By this time, the tractor had been running for a good five minutes. I was sure it would start again. I turned it off, disconnected the jumper cables, turned off the truck, and hopped back on the tractor. I turned the key and....nothing. Grrrrrrr. I pulled the truck up closer, repeated the steps above, got the tractor started, disconnected the jumper cables and thought, “How am I going to turn off the truck?”

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Well...the answer was...I wasn’t. I had a full tank of gas and Mr. FixIt would be home any minute, so I just headed out and mowed. When he got home, I drove up to my sweetheart and yelled, “Turn off the truck!” He shook his head indicating he couldn’t hear me and motioned for me to turn off the tractor. I shook my head and said, “I can’t...the battery’s dead!” He shook his head and yelled, “Turn off the tractor!” I yelled back, “Turn off the truck!!!” lolol We both ended up laughing when he finally figured out what I was asking him to do. I’m sure the neighbors thought we were a sight!

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Taking the mower deck off and cleaning it then running to town for a new belt and blades (one was cracked in two places) was not on Mr. FixIt’s agenda today. The old tractor really beats me up so I felt like I’d gone ten rounds in the WWE by the time I was done. I told my sweetheart, if he’d let me stretch out for 10 minutes, I’d go to town with him and buy him dinner. It was a fair trade, but the icing on the cake came as we drove home and the Pink Moon rose over the hills of West Virginia and took our breath away!

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We are so incredibly blessed to live the life we have in the most beautiful place in the world. (OK, I’m biased.) I thought as I mowed...how this ground, this West Virginia red clay...has formed me as much as God forming Adam. My blood runs blue and gold and my heart will always be a Mountaineer. 

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Montani Semper Liberi...Mountaineers are Always Free!

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“Live as people who are free, not using your freedom as a cover-up for evil, but living as servants of God.”

\n1 Peter 2:16 ESV\n
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Whenever we head out on a long road trip, I am always careful to ask God for travel mercies and you all are always so good about praying for us, too. I wanted to let you know how well those prayers worked.

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We left home about 9:15 yesterday morning and took the cat to the Kitty Hilton. We stopped for a breakfast sandwich and complained that the line was so long. But, we stuck it out, got our meal, and I almost pulled out of the parking lot to eat on the road. Instead, I thought better of it and we pulled into a parking space to enjoy breakfast.

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We got on the road just a couple of minutes before 10:00 and headed south on the interstate. We came around a turn and I could see something white lying over on the tree line. I immediately slowed down. Two cars had just pulled over and put their flashers on. There was a man walking near what we found was a semi tractor trailer laying on its side. The trailer was ripped open and a white “mist” was rising from the opening. I looked back at the road and saw dirt and grass from the median where the truck dragged it across both lanes. 

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There were NO tire tracks through the dirt!

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That meant, the truck had literally crossed our path minutes before we came through there. It turns out, the load in the trailer was some sort of hazardous substance that can cause difficulties breathing if exposed to it. If we hadn’t waited in the line and taken a few moments to eat before driving...it could have been disastrous. I keep a cross hanging from the rear view mirror of my truck. I immediately reached up, grabbed that cross, and thanked God for keep us all safe.

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There are so many petty annoyances we go through every day and we may grouse and grump about them incessantly. But, it’s very important to remember...sometimes that delay was to keep you from being hurt....or from hurting someone else. A little gratitude goes a long way...even when things aren’t working out just as you planned!

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“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the destruction that wastes at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. You will only look with your eyes and see the recompense of the wicked. Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place— the Most High, who is my refuge — no evil shall be allowed to befall you, no plague come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. On their hands they will bear you up, lest you strike your foot against a stone. You will tread on the lion and the adder; the young lion and the serpent you will trample underfoot. “Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him, because he knows my name. When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation.””

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It isn’t normal to have temperatures in the 70’s and 80’s this early in the year in West Virginia, but when they go back to normal...we whine. Well, I whine, anyway. We are now back to much more seasonable temperatures here and with the rain, it feels a bit more like fall than spring. 

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We are preparing for our beach vacation to our timeshare on the Outer Banks. And, like any good Girl Scout, I’ve been watching the weather predictions for North Carolina. Every time we’ve been there together, there has been maybe one or two days out of the week that are a little cool with a little rain. This time, the highest temperature predicted is 68 on Friday. *sigh*

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When you’re planning a trip and you are unsure of the weather, you inevitably end up taking a lot more clothes than you expect to take. We have laundry facilities in our condo, so we really don’t have to take much, but I always end up with enough for a six month stay. I am absolutely determined to pare down the amount of stuff we tote with us. 

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Food will be easier to deal with this time because we feel more comfortable going to the grocery store. Being fully vaccinated and wearing double masks and gloves, we should be perfectly safe shopping for food down there. Everything we take down has to be hauled up to the second floor, so it will behoove us to pack lightly.

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In preparation, we ran the snake down the drain at the bottom of the back stairs and it went right through. I think if we do that every other month or so and keep it cleared out, we shouldn’t have any more trouble with it backing up. I was really happy about that. It means a bit more freedom for us to get out of Dodge more often.

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Honestly, it’s hard to believe it’s the middle of April already! I was hoping to have my camper down to the dealership to get repaired long before this, but it just hasn’t worked out. I’m really, REALLY ready to go camping! As soon as we get back and the weather is good, that’s the next thing on the list. I do have a camping trip planned for next month and I can’t wait!!!

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Things have gotten pretty much back to normal here since Mr. FixIt’s strokes last year...thank God! I count my blessings that it wasn’t any worse for him and his stamina is nearly back to where he was before. He can’t climb ladders anymore, and he has a little trouble with his fine motor skills in his hands...especially the left. But, if that’s the worst thing, we can handle it!

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God is so good to us!

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“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.””

\nJohn 16:33 ESV\n
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Yesterday we talked about letting the farm go and the inevitability of change in our lives. I read the lovely comments and encouraging words you left me on my post and it gave me much to think about throughout the day. When life hands me lemons, I start looking for all the different ways to use them. There are so many ways to make a lemon sweet and more palatable.

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When I took over the farm in 2016, I also took over the utilities. When I no longer have that to deal with, I’ll have at least an extra couple hundred dollars in my bank account. That’s a good amount of camping I could be doing. Also, we won’t be responsible for the mowing and that will give us a lot more time and less pressing need to always be here.

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You know, normally I never would have had the opportunity to spend more than a week or two at the farm when I came home for vacations every year. After Mr. Virgo passed and I came back to West Virginia to help my elderly aunt, I had a taste of life in the country. It only lasted ten weeks that go round, but it was enough to let me know it was the life for me.

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When I returned to West Virginia in the summer of 2016, I was presented with an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. My uncle was taking my aunt to go live with him and he needed someone to live at the farm and take care of it. He asked if I could come off the road and stay there for him. I didn’t have to think twice. 

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Having all this time to live in my grandparents’ house was such a gift from God. I did a lot of healing there. Not only from the wounds of losing my husband, but of losing so much of myself over the years. It brought me back to my simpler roots. I remember, as a doctor’s wife...talking to one of my lifelong friends. Apparently I needed to be brought down a peg or two because she reminded me, in no uncertain terms, that she and I had the same roots in the red clay of Appalachia and it would do me well to remember that.

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I’ve never forgotten that conversation. Living a simple farm life after downsizing humbled me in a way nothing else has. As I read stories on Facebook yesterday, I was reminded of the most basic point. I am letting go of a house. I have friends letting go of their children, of their marriages, of their livelihoods. I have friends who are in life and death struggles with health concerns. I am letting go of a HOUSE. I’m not planning a funeral, yet I will grieve. I am not burying a loved one, yet I am bereaved.

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It isn’t lost on me the way God is helping me through this. Daughter #1 and her girls will be here the week before we have to vacate the farm. We are planning a gathering of family to say goodbye to the old girl...and to the long line of loved ones who called her home and are no longer with us. Little is staying with us while my daughter takes Big to go see colleges. You see? I get to not only share the farm with Little, but I get to share my heart and the stories of her ancestors and instill a love and appreciation for what came before her. She and I have never been together....here. It’s extraordinary how well orchestrated this is. God is so good!

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It is a natural process in life to grieve the things we lose that bring us such love. And, just as I have learned to keep Mr. Virgo’s memory alive within me, the same will be true of the farm. I will remember the sights, sounds, smells, and every little feeling that creaky old house gives me till the day I part this earthly plane. When I hear rain on the roof of a camper, I’ll be transported back in time to a little red house in the woods. When I lay my head on a pillow where I can hear the rushing sounds of water in a creek, I will close my eyes and remember.

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When I hug those I love, I give away bits of the love my family poured into me. That love comes from an endless source...a fount of remembrances of love and joy and faith. I carry the farm within me. I AM THE FARM and THE FARM IS ME.

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We are one and we are love...simply because, we were loved. By the family and by the land upon which we stood. For we are but sojourners here.

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““The land shall not be sold in perpetuity, for the land is mine. For you are strangers and sojourners with me.”

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We gained a son yesterday. Well, a son-in-law. My stepson-in-law, to be precise. K has been around as long as I have been in the family, but yesterday was the day they decided to exchange their vows and change their lives.

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In talking with the kids, I heard echoed back the same things Mr. FixIt and I said when WE decided to get married. We had been living together for a while and there came a point where it didn’t feel right in our hearts to continue without being married. I’m so proud of them wanting to get back into church and make things legal so they could...to use their words, “live right.”

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It was a tiny, informal wedding in the church the groom’s grandfather literally helped build. His parents were there along with the former Mrs. FixIt and the two of us. When it came time to stand up with the couple and the pastor, I elected to be the photographer. It’s not that I was excluded in any way...I was not. It was my choice to let the parents of the bride and groom have this honor. I was honored to be included in other ways and to document the moment for posterity.

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As I watched the family mingling afterwards, my heart swelled with pride for the way we have approached this situation. Too many families are destroyed by divorce. It can be contentious and ugly and I see absolutely no reason for that to be the case here. No one is taking anyone else’s place. No one is trying to one up the other. We are a true family and I am so pleased we can emulate that for our kids and grandkids.

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Divorce and remarriage is hard enough without adding dysfunction and discord. It was a beautiful day and we gained another family member. I love these kids as my own. Actually, three if you count the groom’s parents. I hadn’t had the opportunity to meet them before, and they were as sweet as could be. Since we are still in a pandemic, we elected not to go out to dinner afterwards as we haven’t had a meal inside since covid started. Instead, we will wait till summer and have a big picnic out here on the Ponderosa to serve as a reception for the kids.

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In the meantime, the rain has come and cooled things off. Unfortunately, it also has interrupted our project timeline. If anything, we’re flexible so it will all get done in due time!

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“He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.”

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Forsythia!

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As soon as coffee was consumed, it was time to start working on the security system. Mr. FixIt headed on out with the first camera and his tools and got to work. I messed around in the house and pretty soon, here he came back to ask for my help. He still has a little dexterity issue after the strokes last spring and, even though he hates to ask for help, he trusts my ability to do so.

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Little did he know, as soon as we began, my sugar took a tank and I could hardly hold the drill because my hand was shaking so much. I bailed and went inside to eat something. By that time, I had the mounting hardware lined up and taped to the soffit where he needed to drill, so he had it done in just a few minutes. Sometimes it takes more than one person to do a job that we used to be perfectly capable of doing alone. Those are bitter pills to swallow when you’ve been as independent as Mr. FixIt and I have.

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We played around with the camera angles till we got what I wanted to see. We have decided to add two more cameras to the building and another on the back of the house. It’s a little extra money, of course, but I am so impressed by the quality of the picture this thing gives. I haven’t had any experience with security systems except for that episode in Colorado after Mr. Virgo died.

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I let a young sales girl talk me into adding a security system to my house because it was dark on that hill, the green space went up the side of the mountain from the back of my house, and there were no street lights out there. It was really dark, and I was alone. We had talked about getting a system before, but hadn’t gotten around to it. I thought maybe this was the right opportunity.

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Remember how I’ve told you not to make big financial decisions in the first year after your spouse dies? Well, there are reasons I’ve told you that...because I made some pretty big mistakes. That security system from Vivint cost me a lot of money, then when I sold my house the following summer, I called to cancel. I was informed I needed to take the service with me to the next house because I hadn’t had the system long enough to cancel without penalties. I asked how much it would cost to just get out of the contract. I’ve forgotten the exact amount, but I think it was over $2000!

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This system is made by Cobra and you can buy it with two cameras for $229 on sale right now at Harbor Freight. Each additional camera is $99. But there are no monthly fees and you can record events, view remotely from an app on your smart phone, and it has an intercom. You can yell at intruders and tell them you’ve called the police. Pretty cool. At least I’ll know who comes and goes out there.

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The boxes from the Florida trip are emptied and preparations are being made for the next trip...a REAL trip...to the beach! I’m cautiously optimistic and hope the trend in covid continues to go down with more vaccines. We’ll see what happens after the craziness of spring break! I’m also preparing for a really BIG event! Daughter #1 and Company are arriving in late June and Little is staying with us for a week!!! OMGosh! I can hardly wait to see them. Daughter #2 called yesterday and she got a new job. So like is really good this week here at Chez Ponderosa!

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“In all toil there is profit, but mere talk tends only to poverty.”

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This is the day I yearn for from the first frost. I’ve actually done better with winter the last two or three years. I’ve kept myself busy with lengthy projects that need time and attention and it keeps my mood lifted. The time always seems to pass quickly when you are engaged in something you love. But, when this day comes, I always feel a sigh of relief and a weight...however imperceptible...lifts from my shoulders.

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I took the advice of you good people (and some close friends in the medical field) and did nothing yesterday but relax in my recliner and heal. And I felt much better for it. My friend Ellie reminded me we only have so much vital energy and we need to use it to heal. If we use it on other things, we don’t have any left for our body to do the hard work of repairing itself. She gave me the example of what people say when they’re doing too much... “I was feeling so much better, then....” Thank you, Ellie. Your gentle reminder was well received and I feel your love and hugs and prayers all the way from Florida.

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One of the first things I saw on Facebook yesterday was this quote from Eleonora Duse, an Italian actress who rivaled Sarah Bernhardt in the late 19th Century. My friend Becky tagged me because she knows this is MY best day, so I needed to share it with you. When I drive out the little 2-lane country roads and see the grass green up along the ditches and creeks, my heart soars. When the crystal clear blue skies bless me with sunshine on my cheeks, I take a deep cleansing breath. Thank you for thinking of me, Becky. When God turns the page on another season and the earth comes alive...so do I.

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I remember thinking to myself in March of 2013...if Mr. Virgo had to die, I thanked God it was at the beginning of spring and not the beginning of winter. I took my little camper into the wilderness and backroads of Colorado for three months and started to heal my broken heart...one campfire at a time. Nature cradled me in warmth and sounds and smells that soothed my spirit and helped me walk through the fires of grief without being burned alive. I was ever so grateful for that because I know full well it would have been a different story six months later during a Colorado winter.

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I don’t really have anything on my schedule until April Fool’s Day so I’m going to take my time resting and healing the next couple of weeks. After the way I felt Thursday, I think I have a greater appreciation of the way aging effects recovery from illness, injury, or surgery. Things just don’t work like they used to. I don’t really begrudge that. Aging is a natural part of life and it’s not like I can’t do what I really want to do. I just have to adapt and approach things a little more slowly and carefully now....especially until my bones build up with calcium again after surgery. I have too many things to do than to have a broken hip or something. 

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So, my lovelies...may you have a wonderful First Day of Spring. I hope you get outside and enjoy some fresh air, and hopefully some sunshine, and lift your hearts with joy.

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“Winter is past, the rain has stopped; flowers cover the earth, it's time to sing. The cooing of doves is heard in our land.”

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I kept a “Gratitude Journal” for years before I ever started writing this blog. When I was going through some of the darkest days of my life (up to that point), I wrote in it every night. I proclaimed my gratitude for everything in my life...large and small. At the time, I hadn’t learned that we must be grateful in everything...good AND bad. Believe me, it is not easy to find gratitude in our most challenging places, but I have always made an attempt to at least look.

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Sometimes my list was long...full of beautiful and glorious examples of my many blessings. Some days, I was hard pressed to find one thing. Sometimes I just wrote...I didn’t die today. And as hard as that day may have been, I found gratitude in getting to try again. Where your thoughts go, so goes your heart. By repeatedly focusing my attention to the many things I had to be grateful for, the little things I stumbled over really didn’t seem so bad.

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When Mr. Virgo died, it took a very, very long time to find gratitude. Not in his dying, but in his living and that he chose to live what turned out to be the rest of his life...with ME. I found gratitude that he hadn’t suffered a long and lingering death. Or that he hadn’t become feeble and frail and in need of constant insufferable indignities to his person. He would have hated infirmity. I was grateful I said yes when he asked me out. It turned out there was so much to be grateful for.

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As we live our day to day lives through the continuing pandemic and upheaval in the world, I do take comfort that my fight or flight response has calmed down considerably. I was beginning to clearly suffer adrenal burnout from the constant influx of cortisol. My “covid kitchen” body has seen its better days and I must say, I was tremendously relieved when our 50th High School Reunion was postponed till next year. It gives me more time to get this extra poundage off of my far too ample frame.

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I checked in with my friends who also had their vaccines on Thursday. We are all faring pretty well the same...sore arm, maybe a little malaise. Nothing serious at the time of this writing. When I checked in with Diane, she reminded me of all the many blessings we have received through this mass vaccination effort. 

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First, we live in a state that surprised us in having their act together surrounding the covid crisis. West Virginia is a shining example of how to administer vaccines in a steady and organized fashion. We didn’t have to struggle to get scheduled. Other than the little bobble thrown by Mother Nature last week, we didn’t have a bit of trouble getting both doses of the vaccine. We have a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. We are fortunate to be retired with a steady, albeit fixed income. Our kids are safe and secure and in good health.

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Ok, so...we have the aches and pains of aging. Big deal. So does everyone else. You don’t get to this age without something and if you have managed to...then good on you! You get to count TWICE as many blessings in your Gratitude Journal. There is so much sadness and pain in the world and I personally know some who are really struggling now. I am grateful they have God to lean on and to carry them through the trials they are facing.

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I had my semiannual Zoom meeting to monitor my brother’s care yesterday. He has grown a “covid beard” in the last year, but unfortunately he cannot trim it himself and the barber couldn’t either because it would necessitate taking off his mask. He’s beginning to resemble the guys from Duck Dynasty, and I could tell he was self conscious about it. We worked out a plan where a staff member who is also a hairdresser will come in and trim his beard for him. I know he’ll feel so much better afterwards. He’s very excited about the day program reopening next week and he’ll get to go participate in some activity once a week.

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My greatest point of gratitude is that he has had both of his shots so he is safer now. And, since we have had ours, come hell or high water, we are going to Colorado this year to help him celebrate that very special 70th Birthday in style!

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Embrace every single part of your day with an attitude of gratitude and I guarantee...your heart will soon be lighter...more full and free!

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“And whatever you do, in word or deed, do everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.”

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I’ve been playing with my hair...trying to dress up a plain old ponytail or bun with a fun hair wrap. The color isn’t quite right on this one. I ordered a lighter one with more curls. We’ll see if it works better. I was remarking to Mr. FixIt yesterday...I cannot believe how grey my hair has gotten in the last five years. But I still have a streak of my former color in my bangs on one side that goes back a ways on top.

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Yeah...I’m there. I’m at that age where, as my good friend Diane says, you can sneeze and be laid up in bed for three days. I’m THAT kind of old. Monday morning I woke up with the worst sore throat. But it wasn’t like “sick” sore. It felt more like whiplash. I started the inventory. Did I fall or make any sudden movements? Was I getting sick? Is this what happens with Covid? Could it have something to do with the tumor I’m having removed in a couple of weeks? Who knows?

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When I woke up yesterday, it felt much better. Then I remembered...on Sunday, I woke up, turned my head to took out the window and yawned. I felt a spasm in my throat and I immediately stretched it out. But that’s the only thing I could think of to cause that soreness in my neck. I’m just grateful I am not getting sick...I have too much to do!

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Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous here on the Ponderosa. The sun was shining and the temperature got up to 54 degrees! Wahoooooo!!! I stood outside and turned my face to the sun for some much needed solar therapy. After lunch, Mr. FixIt asked if I was ready to help him with a project. We needed to run the snake down the back drain to make sure it’s running clear because we are getting big time rain this weekend. And, we want to make sure the drain is open while we are away. I have a monitor down in the basement by the back door that detects when the floor gets wet. I’d hate to be in Florida and get that alert!

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There are some things Mr. FixIt can’t do after his strokes and since I can, and I absolutely don’t mind getting my hands dirty, I changed into my work clothes and headed to the basement. We have this thing down to a science now. I wear rubberized gloves for protection and he keeps a can of 3-in-1 oil handy to keep the cable running smoothly between my hands. I get outside the door and sit on an overturned bucket and run the foot pedal for stop and go. He shifts the mechanism from forward to reverse on my command. 

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We got the snake down as far as we could with the big blades then switched to the smaller ones to fine tune the tough part where the drain runs underneath the flowering quince and forsythia. If we do this every month in the spring and summer, we should keep that drain running well. When we were finished with the snake, we ran the hose down the drain with the balloon on the end to flush water through it. Then we walked down to the creek to make sure the water was flowing through the drain ok. 

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The creek is running really high due to all the snow melt. We carried a shovel down with us to clear out the distance from the end of the pipe to the creek. It can get filled with mud and silt from the high runoff. Now that we have that job finished, we can breathe a little easier. It’s a reminder that farm jobs are going to start picking up before we know it and those long leisurely days of relaxation are soon coming to an end.

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When we finished, Mr. FixIt walked by me and said, “You did a really good job today.” It feels so good to be appreciated for your hard work and I don’t take that for granted. Neither does he. We’re a good team and work pretty well together. I have a tendency to get a little bossy because I think my way is better, but he’s a good sport and lets me think it. lol

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We have errands today, and tomorrow we get our second vaccine. And...February is almost over. Amazing!

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“Prepare your work outside; get everything ready for yourself in the field, and after that build your house.”

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We all have a story to tell. Some have a handful. Some can write forever and not tell them all. But, the point being...we all have something to share with others and with the world. We just have to be brave enough to speak. It isn’t easy for some people to tell their stories. Some are too personal. Some are too painful to repeat. And, some people think their stories aren’t worthwhile to others so they keep them inside.

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I’ve always been a storyteller. There is a longstanding Appalachian tradition that a family’s history is passed down from generation to generation through the telling of stories. This isn’t solely a mountain tradition. It’s something that’s stood the test of time for millennia. Appalachians are great at it, so I can safely say I get it honest. 

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I sat attentively listening to the tales my elders shared when I was a child. I loved listening to the old folks talk amongst themselves about people long dead and it instilled the love of a good story in my young heart. My first published writing was in high school in an annual publication called Academia. (In my West Virginia naïveté, I placed the emphasis on the second and fourth syllables and not the third.)

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I wrote poetry off and on and crafted a children’s book back when Daughter #1 was in grade school. I attempted to write a book once and unfortunately, listened to my critics and put it away. I’ve written personal journals off and on for many years. However, it wasn’t till after Mr. Virgo died that I began to write in earnest. 

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I’ve been indulging myself these last few weeks with exploring my family history after an eight year hiatus. I’m finding some fascinating information and connections. There are some really cool names like...John Quincy Adams (5th cousin, 9x removed), Lady Jane Seymour (3rd wife of King Henry VIII), and Barack Obama. Yes, THAT Barack Obama. It seems we are 10th cousins on his mother’s side. Who knew?

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Looking back in time, I find myself ever so grateful for the modern conveniences we all take for granted...namely adequate healthcare. As I was searching death records yesterday, I came across a family that lost EIGHT children in the span of five weeks to “sore throat”...which could indicate any number of communicable diseases that struck before penicillin was discovered in 1928. Strep throat is something we consider a fairly common annoyance in childhood was often a death sentence in the 1800’s. 

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I cannot imagine the poor mothers...losing all their babies in the blink of an eye. I used to sit and moan over a nasty cold. Covid has changed my perspective forever on the impact of communicable diseases on families. So much that we took for granted has been changed...some lost, some forever different. It gives me a fresh eye in my genealogical research, as well. Having felt the sting of loss myself, when I stumble upon a widow, I look to see how long she was alone...did she have young children...did she remarry...what became of her children? 

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The weather warmed up nicely yesterday and you can see the snow melting. I know winter isn’t over by a long shot, but I will gladly accept the gift of a glimpse of spring.

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“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.”

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I know it’s probably a little early to be wistful about springtime in West Virginia, but it’s really not all that far off. By Wednesday, we are expecting the temperature to climb into the mid 50’s and it will feel glorious after the cold and snow we’ve been experiencing. Those first few days of promising warmth and sunshine stir my adventurous spirit and sends me into fantasies of long road trips and camping in the woods by a stream. 

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Yesterday, while still quite cold, was a stellar sunshiny day here in West Virginia. I stood at the big picture window in the family room and gazed out at the light filtering down between the empty branches on the hillside across the road...the snow a glittering stretch of diamonds before me. The cardinals and blue jays, wrens and chickadees, starlings and sparrows all danced from the forsythia hedge to the myriad feeders we have hung about. 

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If you look out there in the yard, there is a small tree. Mr. FixIt bought me a pink flowering dogwood tree when I first joined him here on the Ponderosa. He placed it there so that I could see it from my chair in the family room. Every time I look out at it, I am reminded of what a sweet and caring husband I have. And how grateful I am that he is still here with me. He had his first stroke a year ago today, and I have to tell you...there’s a little remnant of trauma sitting in my heart.

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That’s what happens when you have had PTSD. Anniversaries, sounds, smells, the way the light shines...anything can trigger the memories of the traumatic event. And any loss, be it death, divorce, loss of a job or a pet or your financial security, or the sudden illness of your spouse can trigger a grief response. He’s doing so well, but I will still tiptoe on eggshells for a little bit before I breathe easier again. I know in my heart God has this. But this is a physiological response, not an emotional or intellectual one.

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When I awoke yesterday morning, Mr. FixIt was quietly reading the morning news beside me. I turned to him and said, “Listen...did you hear that?” We neither one could figure out what it was. It sounded all the world like a little kitten, but it turned out to be the starlings in the flowering quince outside the bedroom window. I believe it was the quiet bill and coo of early courtship they were practicing out there, and I must say...I was greatly relieved someone hadn’t dropped off another kitten here at Chez Marshmallow.

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We are so blessed in this season of life. Soon, we will have our second shot and we’ll be able to breathe a little easier. Still being careful, of course...but we are certainly heading in the right direction. And when the sun shines, it’s an extra happy day. I hope you can count your blessings every day, because we do indeed have so much to be grateful for.

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“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever.”

\nPsalm 136:1 ESV\n
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I grew up in West Virginia, but I had barely turned twenty when I left the state and moved to England to live with Hubby #1. I really didn’t have much of an understanding of the weather here, other than big thunderstorms in the summer and sometimes snow in the winter. Since moving back here in 2014, I’ve come to appreciate the subtle nuances of our climate in the Mountain State. 

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The winter of 2014-15 was pretty remarkable as far as snow and arctic temperatures go. I know this because I was living in my camper on a bluff overlooking the Ohio River. That was one crazy season with lots of snow and double digit deep freezes that was so cold, my refrigerator stopped working in the camper. I made my escape one weekend...exactly six years ago now (has it BEEN that long?) and checked into the Historic Blennerhassett Hotel in downtown Parkersburg. 

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The winters since really haven’t been that bad. This is my fourth winter living here on the Ponderosa. We do what all people do who live out these country roads in preparation for winter storms. We make a run to Sam’s for some goods, we make sure we have batteries for the flashlights, and we charge up all of our electronics and chargers. Because, we are a heavily wooded state and trees fall down in storms.

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Our major task since Friday has been starting the generator. Mr. FixIt dragged it up to the house from the building and tried to start it without luck. He tried again Saturday and Sunday. Sunday evening he got to the auto parts store in our little town just before they closed to buy a can of starter fluid. He spent the majority of yesterday hunched over the engine on the generator, cleaning it out and changing to fresh fuel. He pulled and pulled and pulled that starter cord and nothing.

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I went out in the afternoon and helped him lift it up on a piece of plywood set across two sawhorses so he wouldn’t have to bend over so much. Finally, he was ready for me to help him put it back on the ground. It tried to start several times but just wouldn’t do it. Mr. FixIt had to take a break so I asked if I could try starting it. I made a small adjustment to the choke, pulled three times, and it started up just like it was brand new! Of course, the look on my husband’s face was priceless. lol

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Like the majority of the country, we are in the path of a major ice storm. In all my years, I have never experienced this. My friend Kate has been sending out videos of the damage to her trees in Texas and it’s crazy how hard this storm is for them. It started raining lightly around 4:00 and just before dark, I could see icicles forming on the pergola out on the deck. I think the gutters are frozen because the water is running over them in several places. As it gets colder, we are going to be in one heck of a mess.

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As I sat writing this, I didn’t hear the usual road traffic out front and it always surprises me how quiet it is without that droning in the background. I’m glad we are at a point in our lives where we don’t have to go anywhere. It always sits in the back of my mind that Mr. FixIt had his first stroke almost exactly one year ago. When I got up to come back to the bedroom to write last night, I looked at him and said, “You can’t get sick again...especially tonight.” He smiled and promised nothing would happen.

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We can’t live in fear and worry about things that may never happen. So, as I walked down the hall, I just handed that particular weight to God and He’ll take care of it for me. He’s very good at that.

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“So be on your guard! You don't know when your Lord will come. Homeowners never know when a thief is coming, and they are always on guard to keep one from breaking in.”

\nMatthew 24:42-43 CEV\n
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Sometimes we lose our moorings. We become untethered and bound about, endlessly bouncing from one disaster to the next...wondering if life will every slow down. Just a little. Just enough to catch our breath. We bob and weave like a buoy....broken away and tossed on the waves...no way to be saved. Or to save others.

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I’ve been cut loose like that from time to time. And, in the depths of my loss, something happens that reels me back in and makes me feel calmer, more anchored. I know it’s often my own prayers that bring me back to God...to my source of peace and comfort. But, it occurred to me last night as I was meditating on this topic...sometimes it’s the prayers of others that bring us back.

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As I scanned the last week, there have been so many opportunities for me to pray. Some for myself, for sure. But many, many opportunities to pray for others. The other night, a sweet friend from my little town in Colorado texted to tell me we had lost a very dear man...a friend to all. A quiet man with a fierce love for life. A talented actor. An adventurer. A sweet spirit. 

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I last chatted with him a week or so ago. He had survived his second bout of cancer and the scans were clear, he said. He had to come home from Asia where he’s lived for several years so he could get his cancer treatments. He had to leave his love there, because it’s very difficult to get a visa. They’ve worked at it for the better part of three years, and finally it was granted. She was packed and on her way to join him. He was to pick her up at the airport today. Instead, they had to contact her at the airport to tell her...he had died in his sleep the night before.

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Of all the sadness and anger and ugly things that have happened in the last year...that broke me. I know sudden loss. I understand the gut punch a snatch death brings. But, to finally be on her way, then.... I’m heartbroken for her...and I have never met her. So, I pray for her and I hold her in my heart. And I throw her a line.

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My friend Kate has been widowed not quite four months. She is still learning to navigate this with teenaged twins. Hers was also a snatch death...a heart attack...just exactly like Mr. Virgo. She’s going through the same things I did....the anger, the fear, the guilt. And, just when she landed a dream job, a horrific ice storm is felling trees and branches all over her acreage. So far, it hasn’t damaged her house too much, but there’s four more days to go through this storm. So, I pray for her and I hold her in my heart. And I throw her a line.

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My friend Janine has a niece who just had her first baby...right in the middle of a debilitating brain bleed and resulting surgery and things are scary...sort of touch and go. The family is beside themselves and praying harder than they ever have. So, I pray for her and I hold her in my heart. And I throw her a line.

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God gives me an endless supply of lifelines to throw out to people in the form of prayer. When I throw that line out to someone, it sticks to them...whether they know it or not...whether they feel it or not. Then God picks up the other end of the line and takes it from there.

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Just as I sat down to write this, a Silver Alert came across my phone. I looked down at the face of the middle aged man and I recognized in him a developmental disability...much like my own brother, and my sweet Uncle Bob who is gone with Jesus now. This man is lost somewhere and it is frightfully cold. He doesn’t have a warm winter coat on...only a hooded sweatshirt. This breaks me even more. There...but for the Grace of God. That could have been my brother. I am overcome with gratitude that he has always been loved and cared for and the people with whom we have entrusted his care are so good to him. 

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So...I pray for them all...I hold them in my heart. Then I throw them a line.

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“Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.”

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The last few days, we’ve been talking about feeling stretched thin, feeling frayed and frazzled, overwhelmed with the nature of the world we find ourselves currently living in. Changes have been thrust upon us and not all of us accommodate as easily as others. I am sure we would be hard pressed to find someone who has not been affected in some negative way by the events of the last year. 

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I always put my money where my mouth is, so I looked up some of the links in yesterday’s post. I read about combatting stress and weathering this particular storm. Then I did what I always do...I went to my inner sanctuary...my quiet space of meditation where I commune with God on a personal level. This is where we sit together...sometimes in quiet companionable silence...sometime in vibrant, dynamic discourse. 

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These sessions all start out the same way. I get quiet. I find that stillness between my breath and my heart beat, and reach my mind out to God. He knows what I want...what I need. Far better than I. So, I find it quicker and easier to get to the point by just shutting up and listening to the lesson of the day.

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As I sat there, eyes closed, breathing slow and deep, I became acutely aware of my body’s aches and pains. I felt the tension I hold between my shoulder blades...what my masseuse in Colorado referred to as my “trying too hard” spots. I felt bone weary...as though I’d run a marathon. Thoughts flitted by. “Why can’t I sleep better???” “When is this going to get easier???” “Why don’t I know how to do this by now???”

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Within that space...a thought formed.

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“This is the night the Lord hath made! Let us rejoice and be glad in it!!!”

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“No” I said. “You mean this is the DAY you have made!”

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“No...I mean this is the night. The day has two parts....I divided it in half. Part for work, part for rest.”

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“But, I can’t sleep! I have never been able to sleep well...you know that.”

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“Ahhhhh, yes....I do. But, you’ve never celebrated my gift of the night. You dread it. You are afraid of the nightmares you might have. Or the anxiety that might come. Or the hours you might have to lay there...staring at the ceiling.”

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“I want to sleep. I try! I really do.”

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“Then stop TRYING. And celebrate the hours I gave you for resting.”

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Novel concept. I closed my eyes. I felt my face against the pillowcase. I wrapped up in my soft, fuzzy blanket and touched it to my lips. I repeated over and over in my mind. 

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“This is the night the Lord hath made. This is the night the Lord hath made. This is the night the Lord hath made.”

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And I woke up at 11:30 yesterday morning! Good night, nurse!!! I haven’t slept like that in....I can’t remember how long. I jumped up and went into the family room.

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“Hey there, sleepyhead. How you doing?”

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“What day is this?”

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Mr. FixIt laughed. “Friday. I thought you must be tired so I let you sleep.”

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Honestly? I felt like a new person. We got ready and went to town for a couple things. I started making arrangements for the trip to Florida next month. And I feel like a million bucks! I feel like I had a vacation. It was a remarkable different.

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God gives us the days to do our deeds. But he gives us the gift of the night as our time to celebrate hours of sweet rest and slumber. I plan to approach every night in that same way...delicious anticipation of dreamless sleep...awakening refreshed and at peace. Doesn’t that sound lovely?

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“This day belongs to the Lord! Let's celebrate and be glad today.”

\nPsalms 118:24 CEV\n
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What do you get a guy who has EV.ERY.THING? Mr. FixIt’s birthday was yesterday. We don’t go overboard on things like that but I always want to give him something I know he will enjoy. We aren’t traveling till after the next covid vaccine and I get my surgery in Florida. We don’t dine out in restaurants. And the day was snowy, icy, and cold so we weren’t going anywhere anyway. 

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A few months ago, one of our granddaughters got her first job as a dental hygienist. She has a large window in front of her dental chair, so she bought a clear plastic bird feeder that attaches to the window with suction cups. As soon as I saw it, I knew I wanted to get one for my sweetheart. He LOVES his birds. He faithfully fills the feeders and he’s always pointing out what variety of bird is frequenting the smorgasbord on the Ponderosa. When I gave it to him yesterday morning, he had it filled and mounted on the window before I could get breakfast ready.

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After scrambled eggs and fried potatoes, the phone rang over and over all day with birthday greetings. Our great granddaughter even called and sang the sweetest Happy Birthday to her Papaw. Around 4:00, my stepson and his youngest came over with...get this...a steak dinner from Texas Roadhouse! Now...THAT was a treat! 

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I miss dining out. I miss spending time with family and friends. I miss traveling. But, we have more money in the bank. We have more frequent and meaningful conversations with our kids than we used to. And, we’re healthy...and home...safe and sound. There will be other days when we can be more free to do spontaneous things, but we’ll have lots of birds to watch outside our windows in the meantime. 

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The real highlight of the day came in the form of a late Christmas present from my son-in-law’s mom. Sue and I are very close and chat every night before bed. Sometime in the last few months, she mentioned they had watched the video of our kids’ wedding. I told her offhandedly that I’d love to have a copy of that because I couldn’t remember it very well. You see, those were the Prozac years and I lost a whole decade of memories. Sometimes I have snippets of memory. Other times, it’s like someone told me about it, but I wasn’t really there.

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Mr. FixIt brought the mail in and said, “I think you got something from France. It says “fra-JEE-lay” on it. He smiled as he handed me the small brown envelope. 

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I rolled my eyes and said, “Goofball.” We both laughed.

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It was the first half of my Christmas present from Sue. She told me it was coming late, so when I saw her return address, my curiosity was piqued. Inside was a DVD...of the wedding! I squealed and handed it to Mr. FixIt and asked him to put it in right away so we could watch it. You have to understand...this wedding was twenty-five years ago...two husbands ago...my baby was five...my beautiful firstborn was stunning...and seven very important loved ones are gone now, including my mom. I was doing a serious walk down memory lane here.

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I kept leaning in to see if I could hear their voices. I wanted to catch every smile...every nuance of the people I’ve loved all my life. A tear slowly made its way down my cheek. My God...we were so YOUNG. The wedding was lovely...much lovelier than I remembered. I forgot we had live musicians from the Aspen Music Festival playing. I forgot Sue’s sister sang “Can You Feel the Love Tonight?” (It was the era of The Lion King.) I forgot my nephew was just a toddler and my niece hadn’t been born yet. 

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I was glad to see that the wreck I was inside didn’t show on the outside. I looked like the poised mother-of-the-bride...taking it all in stride. But my anxiety was off the charts that day as it often was (and sometimes still is) when I am doing something stressful. My daughter still says that wedding was for me, not for her. I was always far too over involved in her life...by my own admission. She was the coolest kid. She was beautiful, self-assured. She had the high school life I only dreamed of...cheerleader, choir, theater, honor roll. I wasn’t mature or together enough to back off and let her enjoy it. I had to live it vicariously. It took a long time for both of us to understand...for me to apologize...and for her to forgive.

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As I watched that day so long ago unfold in front of me, I was so proud of all of us for getting through the tough times that lay ahead...that we couldn’t even imagine at that point. I was so proud to see that those two young kids have built a beautiful life together and have been married for over twenty-five years now. It was a beautiful day...then and now. A beautiful gift. A beautiful birthday with this wonderful man. A beautiful life. A beautiful walk into my past.

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“For through wisdom your days will be many, and years will be added to your life.”

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I had to run to town yesterday for a followup breast ultrasound. I have a cyst growing where the one was removed a couple of years ago. So, it turned out ok, I think. The official report isn’t in yet, but the tech says I just have a tendency to produce cysts. As long as they’re benign, I’m ok with that. Just remember...get the tatas checked regularly, ladies.

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As I sat in the waiting room, another lady sat the recommended six feet away. I knew I recognized her, but couldn’t place where...and you know, with masks, it’s even harder. I finally asked where I might know her from. We finally determined we live in the same small town, so we probably see each other at the Piggly Wiggly, or maybe Dollar General. 

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The technician came to the door with my chart and called, “Ginny?”

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“Yes!” I smiled and began to rise. 

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The woman with the long gray hair said, “Ginny. Did you go to Bethel Church???”

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Bingo! That’s where I knew Judy from. It was so good to see her...it’s been several years. I wished her well and followed the technician. Just inside the door, I stopped and said, “I’m sorry...would you excuse me for just a moment?”

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I stuck my head back out the door and said, “Judy, did you know Aunt Peeps passed away?”

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She did not. I told her briefly what had happened. In that moment...in a better time...I would have walked over to her and hugged her. Instead, I just gave her my warmest look and said, “I’m so sorry to tell you like this, but wondered if you knew.” She thanked me and I continued in the back with the technician.

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When I got home, I made a big pot of chili. It’s going to be cold and snowy and that’s perfect weather for it. I chatted with my son-in-law’s mom for a bit and mentioned what I was cooking. She texted back...

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“I wish we were there to have chili with you!”

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Tears immediately stung my eyes. Oh, I’m missing my people so.

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When will the better days come? How will we be? What lessons will we have learned from this experience? How can we move forward with love and grace in the aftermath of such ugliness of the last few years?

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I came across this song yesterday by Dolly Parton. Dolly has a big ol’ heart of gold and I found her words so encouraging, reminding us that maybe...just maybe, we don’t want to be like we were before all of this. Maybe God has shaken up the great big Etch-a-Sketch of life and he’s giving us a clean slate...a new way to act...a new way to BE in the world.

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I want to be more grateful for the goodness in my life.

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I want to demonstrate my love for my family, friends, and fellow man.

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I want to be a light on the hill and shine the true love of Jesus out through everything I do.

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I want to hug more and harp less.

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I want to smile more and snipe less.

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I want to appreciate every gift in every way.

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I want to love more...and more...and more, still.

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There will be better days ahead, I promise...when life is good again.

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Listen to Dolly’s song “When Life is Good Again”.  

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“My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, so that your faith might not rest on human wisdom, but on God’s power.”

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When I first began Marshmallow Ranch, it was just a little Facebook page promoting jewelry I made in my art studio. I networked part of the day to build an audience, and worked the rest of the day in my studio upstairs. Mr. Virgo was working at the Ritz Carlton in Aspen, and I was still working part time as a Clinical Pharmaceutical Research Coordinator. I slowly but surely gained followers and shipped jewelry out several days a week, when the unthinkable happened and my world crashed down around me.

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After my husband’s untimely death, I bought my first camper and took off for three months in the wilderness and backroads of Colorado. I loved it, I sold my house, I hit the road, and made it to West Virginia. Somewhere around two years of writing here on Facebook, I thought maybe I should have a separate website. But, for one reason or another, I just didn’t follow through with that idea until December 2016.

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Ever since the day my website went live, I’ve had a link from my FB posts over to my website. Some don’t mind it...others hate it...but it’s the only way to build a social media platform. And, if you want to have any kind of standing with a publisher, that’s one of the first things they look for. I do want to get my book(s) published one of these days, so that became important to me.

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That left me with a dilemma. What to do with all that writing that sat alone over on Facebook?

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For one thing, sometime in 2017, Mr. FixIt shows up and my writing started to change its timbre. Time, healing, and new love set my feet in a new direction and not every piece I wrote was about grief anymore. Which isn’t a BAD thing. It’s the natural progression of healing, and I am glad I’ve been able to demonstrate the hope of a healing heart. But what about all those people who came down this road after me? While they are in their first and second and even third years of grief, the last thing they want to read is all the happy stuff I write about.

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I want the newly bereaved to have ready access to the parts of my grief that more closely match what they’re currently going through. The website is great because there is a list of months and years so you can read along chronologically. However, that meant I had to hand copy four years worth of blog posts from Facebook. No easy task.

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I worked on it sporadically whenever I had chunks of time...usually during the snowy months or when I traveled. I knew if I was actually going to finish, I needed to buckle down and force myself to wade through it and get it done. I started just after Thanksgiving 2020, sat down every day in my big red recliner and copied and pasted for hours every day. I don’t think I took more than a day or two off.

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Well, last night at 9:35...I finally finished!!! Now, if one were so inclined (and I can’t imagine that they would)...the entire collection of my writing is readily accessible on my website! Huge, HUGE amount of work. I’d love to be able to figure out how many words there are on there. lol It makes me giggle when I remember my mom telling me I had “the gift of gab.” Daughter #2 says I can “talk to a tree.” 

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Maybe so...but I still haven’t run out of things to say. I’ll still keep plugging along...till I decide I’ve said enough. I love coming here and talking to you every day. You have become my coffee mates...my sounding board...my creative outlet...my muse. I know pride is a sin...but I think what I’m feeling more is...a sense of great accomplishment. There are now 2,558 posts on my website. If I averaged ~600 words per post, that would be 1,534,800 words!!! 

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I think I have a few more left in me. Here’s to learning and growing and exploring and living and...writing!

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“But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.””

\n2 Chronicles 15:7 NIV\n
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Slowly...ever so slowly...the Covid surge from holiday travel and gatherings has begun to come down. My friend sends me the West Virginia data every morning like clockwork. And we examine it for any promising sign that things are improving. I know the dominant driver of this decline is the fact that it’s January. We don’t have too many places to go. No holidays, no celebrations, no huge gatherings. Just football and fireplaces and reading a good book.

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Hindsight is always 20/20. They asked that we forego the family gatherings of Thanksgiving and Christmas. They warned us what would happen. And it did. And it was even worse than they thought. I worked in medicine for 42 years. I cannot imagine going through what those frontline workers have endured over the last three months. There will be fallout from this long after herd immunity is achieved. We will find the ripple effect reaching points we cant even imagine right now.

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The relief they must feel when they see the numbers coming down. When they see vaccines coming. When they see you staying at home and wearing a mask when you’re out...not only for yourself and your loved ones, but for THEM, as well. I know it must give them hope. I know it does me. There is a very real part of me that feels guilty that I received the vaccine and my beautiful daughters haven’t. One is a house spouse right now, and she probably already had Covid. But the other is a teacher and will be expected to go into the classroom without immunity. And that scares the h*** out of me. 

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In the overall grand scheme of things, the collective stress level is coming down, I think. I know I feel it. As I sat down to write this, I had to really think about something to say. I mean, seriously...we watched football, sat by the fire, took naps. There are no alerts buzzing on my phone. No Breaking News Reports on the television. There are many things that are still uncertain, but living through it all has become far more promising.

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We’re having a fairly easy winter here in West Virginia so far. We have a little snow predicted this week, and one night is supposed to get down into the high teens. But that is so much better than the winters I lived through in Colorado when it wasn’t unusual to wake up to twenty-four below zero and three feet of snow this time of year. I’ll take this any day of the week...especially when we get those beautiful sunny days that are exceedingly rare here.

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As of last evening, I’m up to September 19, 2016 in copying my blog to my website. I have to copy through November 14, 2016 and I’m done! Great progress and a blessed relief. Pushing myself to complete this massive undertaking has been a labor of love and a walk down memory lane at the same time. I’m at the point where I moved into my grandparent’s farmhouse and was fighting a flea infestation from the farm cats. That was quite an ordeal at the time. Yet, I have such lovely memories of living on the farm.

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I only have one trip to town on my schedule this week. I am sure I will have the website completed by this time next week and I can move on to the next thing. The weights are lifting, day by day.

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“Worry is a heavy burden, but a kind word always brings cheer. You are better off to do right, than to lose your way by doing wrong.”

\nProverbs 12:25-26 CEV\n
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I’ve survived a lot in my sixty-seven years. Abuse, trauma, addiction, depression. And, every time I’ve gone through a rough patch, I come out feeling such a tremendous sense of relief and gratitude that the pain finally stopped. I have to say...I felt that yesterday. When you are in the trenches for a long time, it’s really easy to convince yourself you’re doing ok. It’s not so bad. I can do this. Then, when the weight is lifted, you realize just how awful it was down there. It’s the same as when you’ve been very sick with a bad flu. When you feel better is when you realize just how sick you really were.

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It seems something as ubiquitous as the “Bernie Memes” swept the internet, our country came out of the water at the deep end and gasped a lung full of fresh air. You could almost feel a collective sigh as people everywhere belly laughed for maybe the first time in a long, long time. It felt good. No...it felt GREAT! It felt liberating....like coming out of a dark winter into the warm sunshine of spring.

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It’s been a rough stretch for an awful lot of people in this country and Bernie sitting in a chair EVERYWHERE was just what the doctor ordered. I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders as I saw thread after thread on the internet...each meme funnier that the last. It felt...normal. Like, normal life. The Covid numbers are still awful, but they just might be slowing down ever so slightly. The vaccines are slowly trickling out, but help is on the way to coordinate the effort. And each day has incrementally more light in it that the day before as we slowly inch our way toward spring.

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The sun was shining yesterday here at the Ponderosa. I sat in my big red recliner and worked all day on my website and I’m making great progress. I am up to the first week of September 2016. Once I finish copying November 14, 2016...everything will be on my website. What an accomplishment that will be. To be able to scroll down and see eight years of work at my fingertips. It makes me giddy to think such a huge undertaking is nearly complete. Between that and the stress released by lots of belly laughs...I’m feeling like a new woman today! We aren’t totally out of the woods yet, but my strength has been renewed and I can face another day...with a whole boatload more hope!

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“I pray that God, who gives hope, will bless you with complete happiness and peace because of your faith. And may the power of the Holy Spirit fill you with hope.”

\nRomans 15:13 CEV\n
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I’ve been having a ball this week with the fun memes using Bernie Sanders in his warm parka and mittens at the inauguration. When I first saw him walking in, looking around for his seat, I laughed out loud because he looked all the world like another Bernie I knew and loved. My second father-in-law (whom we affectionately referred to as Pop) was, from all appearances, a bit of a schlub. Lacking social graces, definitely rough around the edges...not one ounce of self awareness, Pop had a huge heart of gold and would do absolutely anything for you if you were a hard worker. He loved big and talked loud and stumbled through life with not a lot of fluff. But, oh....we all loved him fiercely and miss him so much.

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When I first saw Bernie Sanders at the inauguration, I thought “Oh, my God...it’s just like Pop decided to stop at Joe’s thing before he went to Kings to pick up some milk and eggs and maybe a dented can of something off the sale rack.” What a joy it is to see each creative interpretation of the modern Jewish zaidie, frumpy but warm, practical and uncaring of your critical eye. He embodies the gestalt of Yiddisha Papas. And...these viral memes may have just fixed the internet this week.

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I hear Bernie gets a kick out of all the attention these memes are getting. I don’t know if our Pop would have recognized himself in them, but we do...with lots of love. It’s so sad when you lose a beloved family member. And, it’s so wonderful when you get to the point that you can smile and laugh at the memories without so much pain in your heart.

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Thank you, Bernie...for being your practical self, for not giving a rip what people thought of your outfit, and for bringing smiles to a lot of people when they think of their own “Pop”...gone, but never forgotten.

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To Our Very Own Bernie....What a Pop You Were!

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“Happiness makes you smile; sorrow can crush you.”

\nProverbs 15:13 CEV\n
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My good friend “Sparky” sent me a link early Tuesday morning and said to go there to sign up for the Covid vaccine. I hit send around 9:00am Tuesday. Sparky called yesterday morning on her way home from getting her first shot. She advised me to answer the phone when it rings, even if I don’t recognize the number, because volunteers were using their personal cell phones to call you to schedule. I made sure the sound was turned up and sure enough, around 2:00 yesterday afternoon, they called to see if we could be there at 4:12. I told her we absolutely would be there!

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We arrived a few minutes early and were greeted by a nice man who directed us to a parking space. He said we should walk up to the two men at the table by the sidewalk five minutes before our scheduled time. They flagged us in. Another man opened the outside doors, a third opened the inside doors. A fourth man walked right up to us and directed us to the next available clerk. It took maybe three minutes to get signed in. We turned around and a man was waiting for us to follow him into another room. He directed us to two empty chairs. 

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The nurse practitioner introduced herself, confirmed my name and birthdate, asked me several questions, told me what to expect, then gave me my shot. Several years ago, I got hives after taking an antibiotic, so instead of waiting the required fifteen minutes to make sure I didn’t have any adverse reaction, I was given a pink card and asked to wait thirty. I felt nothing remarkable and we were sent on our way. No lines. Forty minutes start to finish.

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West Virginia has the unusual distinction of being Number 1 in the country as far as per capita vaccinations for Covid. I have to say, our Governor may come across as quite a doofus from time to time, but they’ve got this down to a science and if it keeps going this way, we’re doing a great job. I’m very proud to be a Mountaineer.

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As soon as we got to the truck, we both took two extra strength Tylenol to ward off any side effects, like muscle or joint pain and fever. As of this writing, just before bedtime last night, I didn’t feel anything amiss. I am so relieved to get this first shot behind us. We received the Moderna vaccine, so we will get the second dose on February 18th. Once the second dose is in and two weeks pass, we should have our antibodies built up with a 95% effective rate. Then, I can go to Florida for my surgery...and a little beach time!!!

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We are aware we will still need to wear our masks and use good hand washing techniques and keep our distance, but we can breathe a little easier and start doing a little more. Once enough of us have the vaccines, we will develop herd immunity and we will reach a semblance of normalcy. No...there are no little microchips running around inside my body. The vaccine will not change my DNA nor will it alter my brainwaves in any way. It is not the “mark of the beast”. What it will do is tell my cells “This is what a Covid-19 virus looks like. When you see it, kill it.” 

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Some people think this vaccine was created way too fast and was put out way too quickly. But the science behind this vaccine is the same one that kept Ebola from getting out and killing the world. Picture a taxi cab carrying little army men to the sites they are needed. For each enemy, the soldier needs to carry a specific weapon. What science has discovered is the taxi cab. For Covid, the soldiers carry this weapon. When it’s a different virus someday down the road, the scientists can send the little soldiers off with a different weapon, but they can ride in the same taxi. The taxi was built before Covid spread. Once the Chinese geneticists released the gene sequence for the covid virus, all the scientists had to do, was get just the right info into the ammunition the soldiers carried and send them in their little taxis in all the test subjects to make sure everything worked. They gave some of them the right ammo. They gave the rest sterile water. Then they documented EVERYTHING, gathered the data, and submitted the information for an Emergency Use Authorization.

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I hope this simplifies things and helps you to understand the process a little better. My last job before retirement was Clinical Pharmaceutical Research Associate for a huge Multiple Sclerosis study. This is what I did for a living, so once I saw the data that was coming in, I had no qualms about taking the vaccine. I trust science, I trust Dr. Fauci, and I believe now that we are getting a solid plan in place, we’ll start seeing light at the end of the tunnel. Last night, Dr. Fauci said the data looks like we MIGHT be heading into a plateau, but things are still going to be bad for another month or two. That’s when we begin to head into warmer weather, people will be able to get outside more, more vaccines will be in arms, and hopefully more people are following health guidelines to prevent the spread. We still need to keep our eyes on the variants that are showing up, but the rest of this is marginally optimistic as far as I’m concerned.

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“dear friend, and I pray all goes well for you. I hope you are as strong in body, as I know you are in spirit.”

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After Mr. Virgo died, I had several instances that could only be explained as supernatural. The first occurred just three days after he died. I was walking out of the bedroom to go get coffee with my daughters when I “felt” his hands on my shoulders and “heard” him say “Shut the d*** window!” He was a stickler for security. The next incident was when I was in Denver visiting the kids and my security alarm at the house kept going off...on the inside motion alarm. I could see on the camera there was no one there, but it went off multiple times and the police would come out to check. Finally, I stood in the living room and told Mr. Virgo out loud...”You need to stop messing with the alarm now. It’s involving other people and scaring me!” It never went off again. The most remarkable was when I was in my therapist’s office and the music started playing.

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You can read that story HERE.  

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The other day, I saw something remarkable posted by a longtime friend. They lost their son a couple of years ago in a tragic accident. The other day, she was sitting in her chair when her phone chimed. She looked down and it said her husband was sending her a photo via Air Drop from his phone. Now, her husband was not only NOT holding his phone...it was in the charger. But, more importantly, he had no idea how to Air Drop a photo. She accepted the download request, and it was a picture of the signature page of a bible her son had been given as a teenager. There was her son’s own handwriting in a photo her husband didn’t even know was on his phone.

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These are remarkable events. Some will say coincidences, but to those who receive such a precious gift...we know this is a gift from God. A way to show us He cares about our pain and loss. At least, that’s the way I believe. We all need to hear good news, uplifting stories, messages of hope. No matter how hard things get, we can always find something good to lift us up.

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I hope you find something today that lifts your spirit.

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“What can we say about all this? If God is on our side, can anyone be against us? God did not keep back his own Son, but he gave him for us. If God did this, won't he freely give us everything else?”

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I’ve been transcribing my posts from Facebook over to my website for what seems like a decade now. Actually, I started copying them over in January 2017...not that long ago really. My son-in-law and I sat for a full day in December of 2016 and created this website. Since then, every time I write a post, there’s been a link from Facebook to the website and that’s where the bulk of my writing sits. Yesterday, I crossed into March 2016 so I only have about eight months of blog posts left to copy.

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There are some really good reasons I’m pushing this. With the social climate being what it is today, I want to protect my writing in case anything happens to FB. I’ve put my heart and soul into my words and it would be heartbreaking to lose a big chunk of it. And no, I don’t have it backed up other than the backup you do on FB. And that isn’t easily accessed. And, I have other projects I want to do but I’m committed to finishing this one first.

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As I sit and copy/paste, I scan my posts for grammatical errors and content. Any time I go back and reread my earlier writings, I am humbled that I have come this far, that I have the life I have today, and that my heart has experienced so much healing. It’s also interesting to see myself navigating what used to be time-bombs that tore me to shreds. I suppose that is the nature of healing. You know the hole is still there...you just know how to navigate around it and keep from falling in.

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That doesn’t mean revisiting is without effect. It kinda wears me out. I’ve taken more naps since I started the big push to transcribe my past. I think my mind and body just need a break from it...not every day, but certainly more often than usual. Add to that, sitting in one place for hours and Mr. FixIt having the TV on and I’m at the point where I want this done already. I have it down to a science now, though and I can get through a whole month in 2-3 days. If I keep up this pace, I could be finished in three weeks or so. That would be a great relief.

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I think I’ll feel a great deal of personal satisfaction when I get the whole thing done. Maybe there will be some way of calculating how many words I have written all together. Boy, that would be something. Those of you who’ve been following me from the beginning know...I’m a talker. I’ve been writing this blog for eight years now. I started it the first week of January 2013. Every year, I ask myself if I’m done. Am I still contributing anything? I know I’ve had people say they weren’t going to follow me anymore because I seem to have lost my focus. Well, I’ll be the first to admit...my focus was on grief and death and healing from it all. When the healing started, there came the inevitable shift in my writing. 

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I think what I do now is a testament to the resiliency of a broken heart. A demonstration that, no matter what comes your way, you can find strength and comfort with God at your center. A creative outlet for my myriad stories and insights and rants. Like letters from Mom. Or a nice cup of tea on a rainy afternoon...a cozy blanket and a few nice words. I like to think our time over coffee in the mornings is still of some service to you, and I’ll continue as long as God brings me words to say...and folks to read them.

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“Our Lord, we belong to you. We tell you what worries us, and you won't let us fall.”

\nPsalms 55:22 CEV\n
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#Resilience, #Faith, #Grief, #Life

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I asked Mr. FixIt on Saturday night if he’d like to go out to the farm with me yesterday to check things out. I like to get out there several times a month to make sure everything is ok and to pick up the mail. And, I like to just sit for a bit and breathe in a bit of the peace that place gives me. 

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It was a beautiful day to go for a drive. The sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It was chilly...in the 30’s...but a perfect day to go to my happy place. Especially after the week we’ve had. There was quite a bit of mail...the Livestock Market Quarterly and the flyer that tells you what farms are open and what they are selling. There was the usual advertisements, a couple bills, and the new phone book. Typical fare.

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Everything looked good. I checked all the rooms, windows, and doors. There were four new messages. One was telling my late aunt she was eligible for a Covid vaccine on Tuesday. A couple hung up. And one was a man named John. He said we didn’t know him, but he was calling to give us the Good Word and share a couple of Bible verses. I didn’t think to write them down. I should have.

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While I was wandering around the house, Mr. FixIt was checking up around the barn. He called me out to look at something. The ground between the barn and a drain pipe that goes across is very soft and always wet. It never gets sun and the only thing that really grows in that soil is a luxurious ground cover that’s about two to three inches thick. It sits like a dense carpet on top of the wet earth below and easily peels away like the skin that forms on pudding. 

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I walked up to where Mr. FixIt stood, staring at the ground. 

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“What do you suppose did this?” he asked.

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I wandered around, looking at several places where the ground cover was disturbed. At first, I though perhaps coyotes had been digging for moles or voles in the soft earth. But I quickly ruled that out when I could find no foot prints. I studied the claylike soil that was exposed. There were two large cuts, with two smaller cuts within each. The smaller spots nearby were punctures straight down in the loamy material.

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Eureka! What we had here was a fairly large deer came running down through the area between the barn and the house, put on the brakes for some reason, and skidded through the slippery clay and ground cover...trying desperately to stop. My guess is, he lost his footing and danced around a bit till he got his bearings before he continued on. I would have loved to have been there to see that!

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One our way back home, we came around a curve only to be greeted with a pickup truck halfway in our lane. Mr. FixIt yelled. I might have said a bad word. I had no place to go but over the bank into the creek, but fortunately the guy swerved back into his lane and I moved back into mine. Our hearts were in our throats for a while, let me tell you. I thanked Jesus for getting us through that.

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These twisty turny roads of West Virginia can be dangerous and I will definitely breathe better when we are able to live a little closer to town. It will still be a bit before we can do that, but in the meantime, I keep my cross hanging in my truck and pray God keeps us safe.

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“Don't be afraid. I am with you. Don't tremble with fear. I am your God. I will make you strong, as I protect you with my arm and give you victories.”

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As soon as Christmas was over, I told Mr. FixIt we need a little down time. There are things that need doing in the coming weeks, but right now there is nothing more pressing than fixing a meal every day, knitting, and maybe watching a movie or taking a nap. I love Christmas, but I love the week after just as much. 

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If you’ve been around here long, you know about my fur coat. In 2007, Mr. Virgo bought me a full length Icelandic Blue Fox fur coat. We lived near Aspen and spent a good deal of time there. As a matter of fact, when I first started dating him, Mr. Virgo lived in Snowmass so I was up there a lot. Winter in Aspen is truly magical and wandering town in the snow was a cold proposition. I mentioned how cold I was one day. The following winter, this baby was under the tree. 

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I know...I was torn, too. I mean, PETA and fur and controversy versus being that warm and toasty? Warmth won me over and I wore that thing to the grocery store....everywhere. I didn’t care...it was the warmest I’d ever been in the winters of Colorado. I continued to wear it, even after Mr. Virgo died. But one winter, I wore it to the Winter Concert at my granddaughter’s grade school. It was one of the poorest inner city schools in the area and I was embarrassed. I even wadded it up and sat on it during the concert.

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The following year, I moved to West Virginia. There aren’t too many places you can wear a coat like that in the Mountain State. I wore it to coffee once when I met my high school girlfriends. They all had fun trying on the coat and having their picture taken, but I soon felt the coat just wasn’t “me” anymore. That’s when I had my friend Ginny cut off the top of it and turn it into a throw for the bed on my camper.

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I’ve dragged this thing around with me all over the country. It has comforted me when I was grieving. It has kept me warm around the campfire with I travel with my camping girlfriends. The last big camping trip I took in the fall of 2019 with the Girl Camper Raffle Trailer, the lining started coming out so I carefully folded it and draped it over the back of the loveseat in the family room.

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Since we had a White Christmas, the daytime temperatures haven’t been above freezing. And, since my entire goal yesterday was to sit in my new recliner and knit with some yarn my dear friend Gail sent me, I decided I’d be much warmer with my fur thrown over my lap. I gathered up what I needed and stitched the loose life of the lining and before long, I was snug as a bug in a rug...knitting away and watching football as Mr. FixIt snoozed off and on throughout the afternoon. 

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It was such a cozy feeling...kind of like loving bookends. I am so incredibly blessed to have such thoughtful men in my life...be they present in memory or in the recliner across the room. I couldn’t have been happier, feet propped up, a lovely fur across my lap, the sun bright on the new fallen snow, knitting and listening to the soft, steady breathing of my sweetheart. The dichotomy between now and just five years ago is stark. I remember the darkness so vividly...which is why the light is so remarkable. It continually surprises me and I try very hard not to take a moment of it for granted.

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“So I never stop being grateful for you, as I mention you in my prayers.”

\nEphesians 1:16 CEV\n
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I was dreading Christmas. I haven’t seen my Colorado peeps in nearly 17 months. I haven’t held my great grandbabies since February...one was only a few weeks old the last time I held him. Now he’s nearly a year old and almost walking. After a year of fear...from strokes to covid  to politics...I was just not up for it. Then, something interesting happened.

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Mr. FixIt and I went to town Wednesday evening to get some last minute grocery items because snow was coming. Earlier in the day, Daughter #2 called to say she’d been exposed to Covid and was now sick and waiting for test results. My dear friend’s dad had just had open heart surgery and they had to rush her mom to the hospital. I was frustrated that I couldn’t be everywhere I felt I was needed and I was not being a very nice human because of it.

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We stopped at our favorite little neighborhood grocery...Aldi...and checked items off the list as we put them in the cart. I needed some Half & Half and walked around the corner and ran right smack dab into a cloud of Mr. Virgo’s signature Halston No.10. My knees went weak. I turned and looked in every direction...there was no one nearby. I glanced at the shelves...no scented soaps or perfumes or candles. No reason...just an overwhelming cloud of HIM.

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I was emotional anyway. I bent over and took a few deep breaths to keep from crying. It shocked me...because, this was the eighth Christmas without him, I’m happily remarried, and...well, I have a good life. Then I realized...he’ll always be here because he is a part of who I am...a part of my story...a part of my heart. That takes nothing away from Mr. FixIt. It only adds to my ability to love.

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We went on and finished our shopping and headed home. It was clouding up, getting ready to rain, when I looked to my right and...there was the Christmas Star! We didn’t get to see it when it was at its closest, but we got to see it! I suddenly felt my shoulders relax. I just felt him say to me...

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“You’re ok. Your people are ok. Just calm down...it’ll all work out.”

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I reached over and took Mr. FixIt’s hand and gave it a squeeze. I told him Mr. Virgo came to visit me in the store. We talked about how hard it is to lose those people you love. He held my hand as we drove home. 

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Christmas wasn’t the same...but in some really weird ways, it was better. I didn’t run myself ragged making sure twenty-five people were happy and fed and clothed and overindulged. I didn’t work sixteen hours only to watch a table full of food devoured in fifteen minutes. (Not that I mind that...but it’s exhausting!) I didn’t break the bank. And...through the thoughtful gift from Daughter #1, I was able to sit and see them and talk with them all on Christmas Day. I called the others I couldn’t see. And I thanked God for all of my many, many blessings....the biggest of which was in the form of a tiny baby wrapped in swaddling cloth and laid in a manger all those many years ago.

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It turned out to be a very soft, quiet, and WHITE Christmas with about five inches of new snow blanketing the Ponderosa. The new snowblower worked perfectly. Everyone sent pictures of their day. 

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And, that’s a wrap for Christmas 2020. Not as bad as it could have been...better than some.

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“Always be joyful and never stop praying. Whatever happens, keep thanking God because of Jesus Christ. This is what God wants you to do.”

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I’ve been feeling kinda blue about Christmas this year. Covid has us sequestered and the kids all feel like they could just as well be on the moon. Top that with our firm commitment NOT to buy each other gifts this year and the season has just been...blah. I certainly have no complaints about the gift thing. We bought ourselves new recliners this year. Then the microwave went out and we replaced that. We had a trip to the beach in October. And there was an unexpected assessment on the condo this year, so we figured that was plenty. There really isn’t anything we really need anyway.

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I’ve been so blessed to have all this time and supplies to do so much canning this year and those things don’t come cheap. But there’s only so much room in the kitchen and I’ve long since run out of space to store my small appliances. There are the shelves in the basement where I can store them but I know just as soon as I cart them downstairs, I’ll need one of them. Some of them are fairly heavy and unwieldy. An idea has been bouncing around in my mind for the last several weeks.

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My dear friend Ryb had a beautiful piece of furniture built in her Colorado kitchen to store her small appliances and baking pans. I always admired that, and vowed someday to have one. Then, divorce took away my big country kitchen and the house I built was just too small for such a cumbersome piece. Segue to 2020 and the Ponderosa. Another country kitchen, but still not enough room to house all my kitchen gadgets. I’ve been scouring Facebook Marketplace for something that might work but nothing was catching my eye. So, I did what I always do...I gave it to God and went about my business.

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Yesterday morning, I was having my coffee when a notification came across my phone...from Mr. FixIt...who was sitting on the other side of the living room. 

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“Look at this,” he said.

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It was a three piece, solid wood bookcase cabinet combo. An early entertainment center, really. But lovely. Country styling. Light oak. Interesting. I figured it would be way more than I wanted to pay. I kinda had a price in mind...$300.

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“Nice! How much to they want for that?”

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“$300!”

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“Each piece?”

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“No...total!”

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We looked at each other and smiled. I texted the lady and made arrangements and by 8:00 last night, the office was cleaned out, the furniture was in it, and it was holding all my appliances! I mean...if I would have measured out the space I needed to house my stuff, I couldn’t have done any better than this! It is so solid and heavy (thank you Harry and Joe for helping bring it home!) Seriously, it took three men to get it over here.

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As I carted my appliances from the floor of our dining room into the office adjacent to the kitchen, I placed each one in just the perfect spot. And with each trip, my heart got lighter and lighter. Because, I realize how truly blessed I am. I know there are people struggling mightily this year to just put food on the table. We are blessed this pandemic hit when we were retired and not when we were trying to raise a family. But, mostly...my heart was light because God always provides us with what we need. 

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Did I NEED that piece of furniture? No, I did not. Did it brighten my heart and fill me with a sense of awe that God hears us? Yes, it did. God isn’t a Sears & Roebuck Catalog. You don’t just send out wishes and He fills them like the genie in the lamp. But He provides and wants to hear from us about all our hopes and dreams and wishes. Sometimes He says no...a LOT of times He says no. But...sometimes He says yes! We have been so blessed to be able to help out food banks and assist a few people during these trying times. This gift makes it easier for me to be organized and cook and provide for others without breaking the bank so that we CAN keep helping others. I am so humbled that God is so good.

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“You will be blessed in every way, and you will be able to keep on being generous. Then many people will thank God when we deliver your gift.”

\n2 Corinthians 9:11 CEV\n
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I know many who are approaching this as their first Christmas without their loved one. Those “firsts”...and sometimes the “seconds” are really tough. Watching everyone happy when you feel such pain and longing inside is so hard to take. It stirs so many emotions in you. By the time I reached the first Christmas without Mr. Virgo, he had been gone over nine months. While I still suffered agonizing sadness, I was also experiencing an emotion that shocked me.

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Anger.

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I was SO bloody angry at...everyone! God, for taking him. Happy people, for having the nerve to be happy. Myself, for not insisting he have those tests the doctor wanted to have done just months before he died. But, on one particular night, it was Mr. Virgo I was the most angry with. He had one heck of a lot of nerve leaving me with this mess to take care of!

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It snowed all that day. I worked nearly an hour away from home. By the time I got home, there was at least a foot of snow in the driveway. I couldn’t get in the garage, so I stopped down by the street, went in and got the snow shovel that now only had MY name on it, and...after having worked a ten hour day...I set to shoveling. I got two tracks in...enough to pull the SUV up off the street. And I shoveled a path to the front porch.

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I was crying by the time I was finished. It was so bitter cold. I was wet. And sad. And totally ****** off. I stripped off my wet hat, gloves, coat, and boots and left them on the tile floor in the foyer. Then I headed for the bedroom to run a hot bath. As I passed Mr. Virgo’s highboy, I caught a glimpse of his picture from our wedding. I was immediately overcome with this intense rage and it shocked me.

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I pounded on the surface of his dresser, yelling at him through my tears. It was fierce. And immensely cathartic. I had felt stabs of anger over the previous months, but I stuffed it down. How could I possibly be angry with him for leaving me? He didn’t MEAN to. He didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just not right to be mad at someone for dying...is it?

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I found out that cold December night that it is not only alright...it’s healthy. Grief covers every facet of emotions and not one of them is wrong. We grieve just like we live and love...with deep emotion. 

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These photos showed up in my Facebook Memories yesterday. They reminded me of that dark night. But they reminded me of something else, too. These pictures were taken the following morning. After that hot bath the night before, I cried myself to sleep and awoke in the fog that comes after such emotional upheaval. I heard something, but couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. I got up and drew my fluffy white robe tight around me and padded into the living room. 

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The noise was louder out there. I went to the door, and there was the most miraculous sight. The “Snowblower Fairy” showed up! I couldn’t tell who it was with all that bundling up, but whoever it was, I was eternally grateful. I slipped on my boots and went out on the porch and waved. He stopped, pulled down his face covering, and I saw the broad smile of my neighbor, Ben. What a delightful surprise! There was a full 18” of snow out there and he cleared out the entire driveway and the long front sidewalk. 

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I was off that day, so I baked them something. I don’t remember now what it was, but it was still warm from the oven when I took it to them. There’s nothing more wonderful than a good neighbor that watches out for you. As a new widow, I was blessed with many such gifts and I’ve never forgotten to pay those kindnesses forward. If you are hurting this holiday season, I hope you have someone who pays you some kindness. I pray that you do.

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“For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.””

\nGalatians 5:14 NIV\n
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This past Sunday, I wrote a piece about trying to find my “Merry Mojo”. I just couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong with me, but I was certainly suffering a decided loss of motivation. It’s odd, really. From the moment I started teaching myself to bake the perfect loaf of sourdough to the moment I lifted the last batch of jars from the canner, I was as busy as I have ever been. Busier than I’ve been in a long time, really. As Brene Brown says, “We are so busy that the truth of our lives can’t catch up.” So much truth there.

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One of the really important parts of my life is spending time with my girlfriends. Whether we are gathered around a campfire knitting and telling tales or huddled in a coffee shop catching up on each other’s lives, that part of my life was largely missing. Well, pretty much completely missing. So, I filled in the spaces with everything else. Baking. Writing. Gardening. Mowing. Canning. As busy as I was, I keenly felt the missing pieces of my puzzle.

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This doesn’t even begin to touch what I’ve missed out on by not seeing my Colorado family since August 2019 and not having the West Virginia family gatherings since Super Bowl. Add that in and I had to stay busy to stay sane. But, all that busyness came at a price, I fear. It was hard to practice mindfulness and stay in the moment because the moment was stressful and disappointing and scary and confusing and sad.

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One of the things I absolutely have always loved about this space where I write is finding others who are going through the same things. It helps so much when you know you aren’t the only one experiencing something or feeling a certain way. You not only feel less alone...you also feel a little less crazy. Mr. FixIt is my beloved companion and I adore him. And...unless I have that girl time or alone time to recharge, we step on each other’s toes sometimes. That’s perfectly normal. Chatting with the girlfriends would confirm this.

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After I posted Sunday’s essay, one of my dear friends reached out to say she really felt me on that one. She’s going through much the same thing. She is widowed and only has one child locally. She doesn’t want to be “that mom” and demand all her daughter’s attention, but there’s no camping and the farm work is done for the year. It’s like looking down a long dark stretch of lonesome highway and not a car in sight. 

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I texted her and another one of our camping friends and said, “We need a virtual campfire!” Last night, I set up a group video chat in Messenger and we talked and laughed for an hour. It was wonderful to catch up and see my home girls. To find out what they’re doing. To talk about recipes and what projects we’re working on and how we are coping through all of this. We all breathed a huge sigh of relief. It wasn’t a real campground. There weren’t the sounds of owls and crickets in the background or the rustle of a breeze through our hair. But we were just as much together as we could possibly be and declared Thursday nights to be “Girls Night In.” It really helped me find my “Merry Mojo!”

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It isn’t hard to do. I used my laptop and opened a Messenger Chat with my friend, Jan. Then, I clicked on the little video camera icon on the top right. Her phone rang and she accepted the video chat. Once I had her live on video, I selected “Add Another Person” from the bottom bar and rang our friend, Gail. And...voila! There they were, right in my office! It was SO much fun and such a relief.

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This is going to be a long, dark winter, I’m afraid. The Covid numbers are rising to astronomical proportions and they’re just going to get worse before they get better. Let’s make a commitment to visit with friends and family while we are safely staying home to prevent the spread. I have a project in the works and will be offering some fun ways to interact. I’ll let you know when they’re ready. Till then, let’s try to spread some holiday cheer and reach out and talk to someone. You never know who might just be waiting for you to make the first move. There were three of us in that chat. I would guess a group of four would be as many as you would want to have so you aren’t stepping over each other’s audio. Let me know if you have other ideas for virtual visit with your gal pals!

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“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.””

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In the spring, I noticed my knuckles were swelling and painful. Arthritis? Could be. It’s also one of the myriad symptoms of hyperparathyroidism...of which I was unaware at the time. All I knew was, I was baking a lot and gardening a lot and my rings were becoming harder and harder to slip off and on. One day in particular really scared me. It took lots of uncomfortable coaxing to get my rings off. I certainly didn’t want to run the risk of having to get them cut off. I’ve seen that done and it isn’t pleasant for the recipient. Once I managed to get the rings off that time, they went to the safety deposit box. 

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All summer, my finger was naked and I hated that I couldn’t wear my wedding rings. However, I equally hated the idea of asking Mr. FixIt to buy me another wedding band...even a simple gold band. As the year wore on, I thought I might broach the subject as a possible gift idea for Christmas, then the microwave bit the dust and there may be a trip to Florida coming up if this parathyroid surgery thing happens. Besides, we just bought these new recliners. I don’t need tchatchkes and I really have everything I could possibly want. I decided not to ask. But ohhhhh, how I wanted a ring on my finger. I did what I always do...I just handed it over to God and put it out of my mind.

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The other evening, Mr. FixIt was rummaging around in the basement for quite some time. When he came back up, he had a small case and set it on the floor in front of his recliner. I turned on the overhead light and sat on the floor to see what was in the box. It turned out to be some of his uncle’s “treasures”. Things like war memorabilia and old pocket watches that didn’t work. I am a sucker for things like this so I was having a big time.

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“Maybe my new wedding ring is in this box.”

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I looked up into my husband’s puzzled face. He knows my rings don’t fit but we’ve never spoken about it.

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I smiled. “I asked God to bring me a new one that fits.”

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He looked down into the box and picked something up. “How about this one?”

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It was old and worn and looked like a piece of an old brass tube. I buffed it hard on the carpet and the tarnished surface remained unchanged. I slipped it on my finger and...I know this sounds SO weird, but...it felt like it belonged to me. Like I’d worn it forever. It was absolutely the perfect size. As a matter of fact, I can’t even tell I’m wearing it. I instantly loved it. It felt like I’d found something just yearning to be back on someone’s finger to be loved again. I didn’t even care that it was rough and tarnished.

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Mr. FixIt smiled at my pleasure over such a simple thing. He pondered who the ring might have belonged to and when it was worn last. We went through the rest of the treasures and put the box away. I kept looking at my new wedding band and was happy as a little clam.

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We had to run to town yesterday. We never found the missing link of Mr. FixIt’s bracelet so we decided to stop at the jeweler to see if it could be fixed. While we were waiting, I slipped off the new/old ring and asked my sweetheart to see if the jeweler could buff it up a little. I went around and browsed at the sparklies. Finally, he stepped back over and handed me a ring. 

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“I don’t know about that old one, but they found this one for you to try.”

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I looked down at the shiny gold ring and back at him. 

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“This can’t possibly be the same ring!”

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“It is...one and the same. The jeweler just buffed it up!”

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Oh, my gosh, you guys. You could have knocked me over with a feather! I slipped this beautiful 16K gold band on my finger and sent up a thank you to Jesus. This was way above and beyond what I ever thought I’d get for Christmas. I would have been happy with the tarnished one, but this? Wow.

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My wish became a prayer. What seemed like an uncanny coincidence turned into such a sweet blessing. Not only did I get a new wedding ring that fits perfectly, but my sweetheart got to share something that once belonged to a very special man in his life. When his uncle was a widower and old and alone, Mr. FixIt used to go to his house every single day after work and fix his dinner for him. He took him wherever he wanted to go. He helped him around the house on his days off. I am so honored to share this piece of his past. I’m so grateful to be a part of this story.

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“If you are a husband, you should be thoughtful of your wife. Treat her with honor, because she isn't as strong as you are, and she shares with you in the gift of life. Then nothing will stand in the way of your prayers.”

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Let’s start out Thanksgiving on a sincere note of gratitude. My Covid test was negative and I am back home on the Ponderosa! Mr. FixIt was one happy guy when I pulled in that driveway. I was pretty darned excited myself. I stopped at the Piggly Wiggly on the way home to get a few things. I texted ahead to ask my sweetie to bring the wagon out to the truck to carry all this stuff into the house. I was loaded to the brim with clean laundry.

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Thanksgiving 2020 almost sounds like a dichotomy. But even in the midst of all that’s going on today, there are still things to be thankful for. If you’re like me, we don’t get to celebrate this year like we have in the past. Usually, I’m up to my armpits in alligators by this time of the day...baking a huge turkey, pans of dressing, rolls, and several side dishes, not to mention all the pies. This year, we took advantage of the offer of a free meal delivered around noon...sponsored by our little town. 

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The kids will all be having their meals in their own bubbles. We will video chat with as many of them as we can. There are two things right there to be thankful for...their health and the technology that lets us see each other across the miles. I had every intention of baking pumpkin pies when I got home yesterday, but by the time we got the truck emptied and things put away, I was happy to sit down with my sweetheart and watch the last two episodes of The Voice. There’s another thing to be thankful for...the technology that enables us to sit down and watch something together that aired earlier.

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I’ll back a couple of the pie pumpkins I bought this fall and make some pumpkin pies this afternoon. Perhaps we’ll get the tree out and decorate it. Maybe there will be football. Absolutely there will be phone calls. I can start the Christmas cards. I can package up some Christmas ornaments I made for my friend Lesa to decorate the Girl Camper tree at Custer State Park so I can pop them in the mail tomorrow. 

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With all the tragic loss of life to Covid, I cannot help but think of all those whose table has an empty chair this year. Perhaps more than one. I am so thankful that those I know who have had Covid...some more than once...have recovered or are currently on the mend. I thank God we have not lost someone close. However, I remember all too well the pain of that first Thanksgiving after losing Mr. Virgo. Those firsts...and often the seconds...are so terribly hard to get through and my heart goes out to any of you who are grieving a loss this year.

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My sincerest wish for all of you is good health. May you all find something to be thankful for...no matter how small.

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“Always be joyful and never stop praying. Whatever happens, keep thanking God because of Jesus Christ. This is what God wants you to do.”

\n1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 CEV\n
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When we bought our new recliners, the plan was to take the old ones over for the the grandkids to use. But, it was raining....for a whole week. Then it was too cold. Then we had to mow. Then they were working shift work. Then Covid started spiking like crazy. As time stretched on, I couldn’t imagine how I was going to fit the Christmas tree in the family room with all this extra furniture. Finally...yesterday was gorgeous and the kids had the day off. They came out to pick up the chairs and we had a little socially distanced visit sitting on the tailgates of our trucks.

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My step-daughter’s boyfriend climbed the antenna tower to the roof and checked the openings of the chimneys. This is where the chimney swifts have been nesting and I want to put an end to that. Somewhere along the line, Mr. FixIt came into some wire baskets that had been used in the locker room of the local swimming pool. From what I could see, these baskets looked like the perfect size for the top piece of the chimneys and would keep the birds out. The first one slipped right on like it was made for that upper pipe. But the second was about a half inch too small so we’ll have to come up with something else.

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I haven’t heard a single critter up in the attic since Mr. FixIt and Harry fixed the soffits last week under the eaves of the house. That’s a blessed relief because sitting here writing these posts in the evenings and hearing things scurry around over my head was disconcerting, to say the least. I know...we live in the country, and this is what happens but if you can do a little preventive maintenance, you can keep this things at bay.

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The garden has been cleared and the tomato stakes put away till next year. The pool has been cleaned and treated, the ladder removed, the filter disconnected and emptied, and the deck furniture battened down agains the winter winds. The leaves have been mulched. The vines and excess vegetation from around the house has been removed and placed on the woodpile. The last thing to do is clean the lawn tools and treat the fuel tanks so they don’t get gummy over the winter.

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We worked so hard over the summer, it’s been a treat to kind of kick back the last week or two. I’m heading to the farm tomorrow for a day or two. I need to do laundry and get things prepared for winter out there, as well. I like to decorate for the holidays so the home place looks cozy and inviting. Undoubtedly, there will be ladybugs and stink bugs that made their way in through the inevitable cracks of a nearly 100 year old house. Those will need swept up. I want to make sure the rain gutters are cleaned out and the downspouts lead away from the house. The dehumidifiers need cleaned and put away. The electric space heater needs to be pugged in and the thermostat set to kick on should the gas go off and there’s no heat. We don’t want the pipes to freeze, even though I do keep the pump unplugged when we aren’t there. And, I need to set up the little gas stove in the bathroom by lighting the thermostat and testing it. 

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The bathroom was added thirty years after that house was built. It’s nothing but a cinder block room with a cement floor. It doesn’t have a furnace vent. So there has always been a small gas stove in there with the thermostat set to kick on when it gets really cold. We’ve been having some unseasonably warm weather this fall, but it’s not going to last too much longer. Besides, I need to have a little R&R at the farm. I haven’t had any time there on my own for months and I know my days there are numbered at some point.

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The Covid numbers are climbing ever higher, dear ones. I know we are tired, but we must stay the course and think of others as well as ourselves in this next season before a vaccine becomes available. I want you all with me next year because there are lots of adventures to be had and lessons to be learned out there! Please wear your masks and encourage others, as well. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Stay away from crowds. You know the drill.

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I hope you have a blessed Sunday and enjoy your day of rest. I’ll be back this evening with the Sunday Evening Prayer Circle. See you then!

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“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

\nGalatians 6:9 NIV\n
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Yesterday we talked about having a spirit of giving as a way to make the world a better place to live in. As I sat down tonight, I opened Facebook to see if there were any comments on the morning post and the first thing I saw was a video from a page I recently started following. Cake Love is my new and unlikely guilty pleasure. Scott narrates his the videos that show him decorating cakes. His voice is at once soothing and comforting. He tells little stories as he decorates and watching him artfully draw in multicolored buttercream is so relaxing. It has become a sort of meditation in the evenings, usually before I write.

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The video I am sharing with you today is a two layer cake based on Nightmare Before Christmas which is timely just before Halloween. Usually Scott’s videos have great music playing in the background and he posts the name and the artist so you can look it up later if you like it. I always appreciate that. So, I’m watching the progress and seeing this cake take shape when Scott starts to tell the story. I don’t want to spoil it for you, but I thought it was so beautiful and something I plan to do in the future. Let’s just say, it’s all about paying it forward...doing something kind and generous for someone who will never meet you, never know you, but will always remember you.

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It reminds me of the first Christmas after Mr. Virgo died. Christmas was a HUGE holiday for him. He listened intently for months, gathering any little clue of something I might like. Then he planned and schemed and there were always thoughtful surprises under the tree. When that first Christmas without him came, my heart was so broken. I needed to do something healing, something generous, something kind for someone else. I went into the Walmart near Daughter #1’s house and withdrew a couple hundred dollars out of the ATM. Then, I went to the card aisle and bought a nice Christmas card. I wrote Mr. Virgo’s story on the inside, wished the recipient a very Merry Christmas and went to find just the right person. 

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I wandered to the toy aisle and found a young couple carefully going over their list, picking things up, sadly putting them back down, then heading for the bargain bin at the back of the store. I walked by her and dropped the envelope and acted surprised. I bent down to pick it up and handed it to her. 

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“Here, I think this is yours.” 

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She took the envelope with a confused expression and said, “For me?”

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“Yes. Have a Blessed Christmas!” I gave her a quick hug, spun on my heel, and marched out of the store without looking back. When I got to the truck, I was literally shaking. I felt like I’d had a hundred cups of coffee, the adrenalin was coursing through my veins. It felt like such a high to just GIVE. I can’t remember if I cried, but I don’t feel like I did. I just remember it being the BEST gift I could have ever received.

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Scott’s story made me feel this way. The story is four minutes into the video. I hope you enjoy it. You can find the video HERE.  

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❤️

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“By everything I did, I showed how you should work to help everyone who is weak. Remember that our Lord Jesus said, “More blessings come from giving than from receiving.””

\nActs 20:35 CEV\n
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I had the day off yesterday. Well...I was off by myself. A doctor’s appointment, a breast ultrasound, and a DEXA scan (bone density). All quick, one right after the other and timed perfectly so that when I was done, I had about three hours to do whatever I wanted. My first errand was to one of my favorite stores...Rural King. I purchased an apple peeler a few weeks ago to make working up all the apples easier. However, they don’t make them like they used to and it didn’t work at all right. As a matter of fact, it created MORE work. So, I returned it and got my money back.

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Next stop was Michael’s. I needed to get some supplies for winter projects. I purchased several skeins of Sugar ‘n Cream cotton yarn to knit dishcloths. They make great little gifts. I also got some more clear plastic ornaments to knit covers for and some fluffy white yarn. I think I’ll make snowballs. My cousin shared one of her favorite recipes with me the other day and I want to try it. “Goat Cheese and Fig Cornbread” sounds wonderful and she says it’s amazing. I went to TJMaxx because they have all the great Christmas specialty foods out now. I picked up some imported fig jam and I can’t wait to try out that recipe. They also had some really nice herbs and spices so I picked up a variety of things to try. It’s hard to find Herbs de Provence in West Virginia so you have to get it when you see it!

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As I was driving home, the light was so beautiful, it was hard to keep my eyes on the road. The light was muted and golden with casts of misty blue. The trees have shed much of their leaves only to expose the dense underbrush blazing. Patches of scarlet and crimson mixed with canary yellow. Swaths of russet met the deep green pines. Rich, deep dark chocolate browns rustled with gold and pink and deep burgundy. It’s as though the trees beckoned...begging me to turn and look just once more before the coming rains strip them bare. I felt as though I was driving through a Monet painting...soft, a little out of focus, muted brights. It was brilliant. 

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I thought of the days of wanderlust on my state park tour this time last year. I was about to wrap up a good solid six weeks of camping on Halloween. The trees were giving up the ghost and the chill rains of fall had descended. I was footloose and fancy free for the last half of September and all of October. I will never forget that time on the road and all the amazing places my home state has to offer. As I drove out the two-lane blacktop toward the Ponderosa, I was reminded how tremendously blessed I am to live in this beautiful place that feeds my soul.

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My sweetheart was waiting for me at home. He offered to carry my bags in, but I was fine. I helped him search for the kitty to put her to bed. (She was already in her building asleep on the tractor seat.) I heated up leftovers and we watched the news. It is a sweet and simple life we live here. The days are easy this time of year. No mowing. No canning. Just everyday pursuits...catching up inside with the stuff left undone from being outside since March. Though there are still things to do out there. The pool has officially been put to bed. Some of the garden plants have been cleared. Today we go to town to pick up our new chairs...the first real furniture we have purchased together. When we get back, we have to clean out the gutters because the rain from the hurricanes will be here soon. 

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It really doesn’t end, does it.

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❤️

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“You control human events— you give rulers their power and take it away, and you are the source of wisdom and knowledge.”

\nDaniel 2:21 CEV\n
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West Virginia notoriously has really bad roads. Because of the large amount of rainfall and the fact that country roads are most often on the sides of hills, roadways often slip right off and head down the slope. Sometimes “Single Lane Ahead” signs are placed before the slip with times stoplights to give people turns to drive through until the funds are available to fix the problem. We are a poor state, so roadwork is prioritized and these country roads are often way down the list. 

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There is one road in particular that we cross to get to the farm. It cuts a lot of time off the trip and it’s a pretty good two-lane blacktop. However, there is an area not far from the intersection that started to slip really bad in the last couple of years. They patched it a couple of times with extra asphalt, but that’s just a temporary fix as the soil beneath the road continues to slough away. Usually, when a big project is going to be carried out that will interrupt traffic flow, there will be some sort of warning released to find an alternative route. My person who usually warns me of such things had surgery this week, so we were clueless when we headed to the farm to mow early yesterday afternoon.

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When we got to the road construction, we were diverted down a small country lane alongside the river. Mr. FixIt says we have driven out this road, but with my head injury from the truck accident three years ago, I often don’t remember places we have been together, especially in the year or so following the accident. I was driving like I’d never seen the place so I had no idea what lay ahead. The “road” is seriously one lane of crumbling asphalt. And a narrow lane at that. I have a big F-150 pickup and was pulling the utility trailer with the mowers on it. I assumed, since the road was so narrow, the flaggers would have folks take turns driving either direction. But, nooooooooooo. Every time we passed a car...and there were plenty of cars...we each had to get two wheels off the road in order to pass. 

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There was one place, near an intersection halfway through this detour, where there was no place to go on either side. That’s when I met another truck, towing a utility trailer. And a big SUV. And another big truck hauling a bass boat. I just stopped dead in the road. I had about six cars behind me so I couldn’t back up. The truck coming at me started inching backwards...uphill...into a turn. The folks behind him followed suit. Finally, there was just enough room for me to slip by them. I thanked them profusely for helping me out, and in typical country fashion, there was a slight pause as Mr. FixIt and the driver greeted each other and exchanged pleasantries. He knows EVERYONE. lol

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We finally made it through and I told my sweetheart, we needed to wait long enough to be sure they were finished working for the day before we returned. Road crews will typically finish up around 4:00 around here...especially on a Friday. It was 4:30 when we came around the bend and there was the flagger, directing us back down the single-track lane. I was not happy about it, but what choice did I have. Fortunately, the traffic was thinned out and it wasn’t quite quitting time so we didn’t have a lot of trouble coming back. 

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This is country living. You take things in stride and do the best you can with what you have to work with. I’ve grateful our road made it up the list and is receiving a complete overhaul so the slip with finally be fixed with a long term solution. Fortunately, I think this was the last mowing we’ll have to do this year out at the farm. The grass really hadn’t grown too much, but there was a carpet of fallen leaves that needed mulching up and now it looks ready to put to bed for the winter. Everything else looked great at the farm. We took a break in the mowing and spent some time just enjoying the place. I stretched out on Grandma’s bed and stared out the window at the last of the falling gold drifting past the window on the breeze. Another growing season done. Another goodbye to a year with as much time spent at the farm as was possible. Another Indian Summer complete. Today the weather makes a change and things cool down. Rain will be coming in and soon there will be nothing but bare branches reaching up through a thin blue sky. It’s time to get something else done besides mowing.

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❤️

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“Everything on earth has its own time and its own season.”

\nEcclesiastes 3:1 CEV\n
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Foggy Bottom on the Ponderosa

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Yesterday was a day of pure satisfaction. I was up at 6:00am to head into town for my yearly mammogram. I had a lumpectomy done a couple of years ago so it’s really important to stay on top of that. I was amazed to have the results by the time I got back home...normal! When I got home, Mr. FixIt was just getting his day started. As soon as breakfast was done, we were off to the County Court House to vote early in person. As I predicted, we are the smallest and least populated state, so there were only two people in front of us. They had us seated on benches with several feet between us. Everyone wore a mask. I’m glad we got there when we did because the line went out the door by the time we left.

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Fog Rising on the Ponderosa...8:30am

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Mr. FixIt had to go to town in the afternoon to let a repairman into his friend’s house while they are away. While he was gone, I mowed the five acres here at the Ponderosa. The sun was going down over the far hill and the trees were literally glowing gold. I kept stopping the mower to pull out my camera and snap some photos. Mr. FixIt came home with a sandwich for my supper. I rode the tractor out into the field and stopped there to eat among the shower of leaves. It was so beautiful and peaceful!

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Late Afternoon...the Long Shadows Taking Over

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I have to go to the DMV today. Mr. FixIt stuck my 3-year camper sticker on his license plate by mistake so I need to replace it. Then I’m meeting my late cousin’s wife for a visit. She lives in Tennessee so I don’t get to see her nearly often enough. I’m really looking forward to a little socially distanced conversation. Oh, and by the way...our Covid tests were negative...thank God. I was sure they were, but I’ve had a little bit of a sore throat since we got home from the beach and of course, that is worrisome given what’s going on.

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I must say, felt such a sense of relief to have voted and done my civic duty. I know I tried to stay out of the boxing ring when it came to politics this season, but I certainly wasn’t always successful. I do want to say, no matter the outcome, I’m really praying for our country to come together and work for the greater good...lifting each other up. And, if I have offended any of you, I hope you will forgive me. This election cycle has the been the most contentious I’ve known since the ‘60s and I wasn’t always my best self.

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I hope you get a chance to get outside and enjoy God’s beauty around you today. I know it snowed in the upper Midwest, but we are enjoying a little Indian Summer here in West Virginia with a high of 80 degrees.

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❤️

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“then I will send rain on your land in its season, both autumn and spring rains, so that you may gather in your grain, new wine and olive oil.”

\nDeuteronomy 11:14 NIV\n
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Eleven and a half hours. Wow...what a drive! At least this time we didn’t have to drive through rain. It was a perfectly gorgeous day. The colors were a bit muted from the recent hard freeze, but the sky was clear and the air was crisp. When we crossed the Blue Ridge Mountains, I could see what looked like wildfire smoke in the distance. The further we went, and the lower the sun set, I became certain that was what I was seeing. I’ve seen enough wildfires in Colorado to know the difference between clouds and smoke. 

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When we got to Tamarack on the West Virginia Turnpike, we could actually smell the smoke. I checked online and there were no fires in West Virginia or the surrounding states. It had to be from Colorado! When we got home last night and I had time to check the government’s air monitoring website, there it was...clear as day. You can follow the plume of smoke in a straight line from Colorado to southern West Virginia where the sun was going down blood red. How eerie...and so sad...and scary. What is happening to our atmosphere from all these wildfires? I really have no idea.

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We finally arrived home about 8:30pm...way past dark. The first thing we saw when we pulled in the drive was tire tracks through the grass alongside the house. We got out the high beam flashlight and followed the tracks all the way around the house and out the driveway on the other side. We checked all the doors. Not a thing was out of place. We looked at each other, baffled. Could we have driven around the house before we left and not remembered? We were trimming branches but that was the week before we left. These tracks had to have been made earlier in the day because the leaves were mashed down. We decided maybe it was time to put up those security cameras we’ve been talking about. But for the time being, there was plenty to get done and we got to work emptying the truck.

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Later in the evening, one of the kids called to say they had come out to get firewood yesterday but they couldn’t find any. Mystery solved! I know it sounds odd, but we live out in the country and our “yard” is actually more of a field that surrounds our house. These people never think twice about driving on what you might think of as a lawn. Things are different in the country. We always parked in the yard at Grandma’s house. 

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Now comes the job of unpacking and putting everything away. NOT my favorite part of vacation. But, we are so grateful to have had time away spent with family and to be delivered back home all safe and sound. Thanks for coming along with me!

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❤️

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“You will be blessed when you come in and blessed when you go out.”

\nDeuteronomy 28:6 NIV\n
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Of all things, the check engine light came on in my truck on Tuesday evening. We had to go find an auto parts store yesterday that could run a computer diagnostic test on it. There were three codes...all regarding misfiring in the cylinders. My guess is we need new spark plugs, a tune up, or we had a batch of bad gas. The light went off after she checked...which is what it’s supposed to do. And, it hasn’t come back on. We’ll keep an eye on it and hopefully, we won’t have anymore problems and I can get it checked out at home.

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I will have to say, there are a boatload more people here than we imagined there would be. So many people are working remotely now and if you can work from home, you can work from the beach just as easily. Gone are the days of long stretches of empty sand and sparsely attended restaurants, I’m afraid. On the plus side, the merchants are reaping an extended profit season and that’s really good for them.

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I visited my favorite knitting shop...The Knitting Addiction In Kitty Hawk. I was happy to see the owner doing well. I was so tempted to buy a nice project to work on, but I still have so much yarn left from my last trips to the beach, I made myself stick to something small. I found it in the cutest kits for Christmas ornaments. That kills two birds with one stone. We always buy a special ornament when we are on vacation. This way, we’ll still get our ornament, and it will be even more special because I’ll be making it.

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The kids went off to do their own thing yesterday so Mr. FixIt and I had all day to ourselves. We had so much fun! We packed up a picnic basket and the cooler, put it in the wagon, and headed to the beach...fishing gear in hand. Fortunately, the condo complex has built an enormous new ramp that goes up and over the dunes so carting gear out and back isn’t quite the chore it used to be. That being said, our foldable wagon does not have wide wheels for the sand. Once we got out on the beach, it was quite the chore dragging it to a socially distanced spot where we felt comfortable.

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We spent all afternoon on the beach. There was a steady breeze coming in off the ocean and I was just a little too cool. I ended up turning my chair to face the sun instead of the waves, wrapped a towel around my shoulders and read all afternoon. Now, THAT was exactly where I wanted to be...with my sweetheart, on the beach. I have been thrilled to see him perk up this week. He’s so much more like the old Mr. FixIt we all know and love. He has missed the beach so much. It’s in his blood and just being here has done wonders for him. 

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He and his son are meeting a friend today and going deep sea fishing on a charter. There will only be the three guys and two crewmen. We’ve been so worried about his balance since the stroke, and I was concerned about him being on the boat. But...it’s his son. It’s his life. It’s really overall safe and they’ll keep socially distanced. He’ll sit the majority of the time anyway. And...he needs this.

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Will I worry? Maybe I worried a little last night when he decided to go, but then I just handed him over to God. I know He’ll take good care of him. I’ll have a chat with my stepson...I know he’ll take extra special care of his dad, too. I cannot watch him 24/7/365. It’s part of the give and take of marriage. It’s part of me letting go and stop trying to control any possible outcome. It comes from prior loss...I know that. He still needs to have a normal life and he’s really doing much better. So, off he goes fishing with the boys and the girls are having a beach day. 

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God, please let him catch a big fish!

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❤️

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“Parents, don't be hard on your children. Raise them properly. Teach them and instruct them about the Lord.”

\nEphesians 6:4 CEV\n
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Mr. FixIt and I had a list as long as your arm yesterday and everything had to be timed according to when businesses opened and closed. One of the last errands was to get ice for the cooler. We pulled into the parking lot of the Ice House and the strongest memories washed over me. When I was really little, we used to go to my Aunt Marge’s house for visits and we often took a block of ice with us so she could make us her world famous homemade peach ice cream.

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Sitting there, looking at the delivery bay, the stairs with the iron pipe railing and the painted cinderblock building just pulled me back to my little girl self. I was standing on the floor in the front seat of our 1952 Oldsmobile 98...remember how big those cars were? I stood there watching my dad climb the steps and return in a few minutes with a big block of ice. He wrapped it in newspaper and put it in a box in the trunk, then threw an old quilt over it to keep it from melting too much before we got to my aunt’s house.

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The sign at the Ice House means summer and peach ice cream, cold watermelons, fried chicken in a basket and checkered tablecloth. It meant car rides with the windows down...holding your hand out the window, experimenting with aerodynamics or maybe the pinwheel you were lucky enough to get at the Five & Dime. It meant pin-curls and ponytails, seersucker sun suits and a new pair of Keds. It meant mom in a crisp sundress and dad in slacks with a soft white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It meant love.

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A man came out to the railing and asked if he could help us. We asked for a block or two of ice for our cooler. He said they stopped making the blocks a few years ago...the only sold a couple a year. They didn’t have dry ice either. That is being saved for his medical clients because of covid. He said even if we had an account, the smallest he could sell us was fifty pounds. We talked a little how times have changed and I told him about my fond memories of this place. What is really cool, though...Mr. FixIt has much the same memories as I do since we both grew up here. It’s one of the things that makes being with him so special...our common history.

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We ended up buying a big bag of ice at the store when we picked up the last of the items we needed for our trip. We came home and put the cover over TOW-Wanda for the winter. I didn’t get her ready to sell in time, so I’ll try in the spring. This will protect her from the weather and I’ll sell her in the spring.

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So, I have everything I can get done...done. If it isn’t, so be it. I have my knitting and my writing implements and a few magazines packed. Lots of food. And I am taking my big electric skillet. There aren’t a lot of pots and pans in the condo and this will serve double and triple duty. We are driving straight through today. I’m really looking forward to seeing the colors in the mountains and can’t wait to see the beach!!!

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❤️

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“God will command his angels to protect you wherever you go. They will carry you in their arms, and you won't hurt your feet on the stones.”

\nPsalms 91:11-12 CEV\n
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It isn’t very often I get up before Mr. FixIt. He’s definitely an earlier riser than me, so yesterday was one of those rare mornings when the house is still and quiet as I walked into the kitchen. I made my morning coffee and popped a couple of my made-ahead waffles into the toaster. Soon, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon and coffee gently caressed the air and I nibbled on breakfast as I watched the autumn sun glisten on the lawn out the kitchen window.

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I placed my dishes in the sink, slipped on my shoes, and carried my coffee outside to let the kitty out for the day. It is unmistakably fall as the temperature was hovering around forty degrees. As I made my way down the sidewalk, looking for any sign of the frost my friend Joyce had in town, something caught my eye. I looked down and there was a single dandelion clock...the part of the dandelion with the seeds that you blow on and make a wish. It sparkled in the sun like it was encased in little tiny diamonds. It was enchanting. I hurried inside to get my phone to take a photo.

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I thought at first we must have had a frost after all, but it was just a very heavy dew...decorating every little strand and hair like nature’s very own Tiffany showcase. I snapped several photos and was dismayed that I couldn’t get in really close. The nice thing about iPhones these days is the high resolution on their cameras so all I had to do was blow the picture up to see the little sparkles.

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I went on and let the cat out, giving her some snuggles before she scampered off to explore the Ponderosa. This is the smartest cat. She stays far away from the big road. Cars and trucks scare her and she makes a bee line for the building every time one comes down our side road. I checked what’s left of the plants in the raised beds and garden and we really are at the tail end. I have a few small peppers I can do something with this week. I have some orange slices in the dehydrator so maybe when I pull those out, I can dry some peppers for soups and sauces this winter.

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I sat down with my coffee and searched YouTube one last time for instructions on canning apple pie filling. Even after reading several recipes and watching some videos, it wasn’t sitting right with me and I felt I was missing something. I found another homesteading video and there it was. The lady was getting ready to add the ClearGel and happened to mention, “Now, be sure you use the kind of ClearGel you use for cooking and not the instant. Instant won’t work for canning pie filling.” I still had the jar of ClearGel on the coffee table in front of me so I picked it up and, wouldn’t you know it? I have the instant! I didn’t even know there were different kinds. So...Plan B. Or is it C at this point? Who knows?

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I could have just canned the apples, but when I went to check them, it was apparent they were really a very soft variety...more of a sauce apple than a baking apple. I knew I would get through all this work and end up with soupy, chunky applesauce. I decided instead to make apple butter. I found a recipe for making apple butter in a slow cooker, so I finished preparing the last of the apples and layered them with a little sugar in a couple of six quart food grade tubs and set them aside for the day to bring the juice out. Then I seasoned them with cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice and added some apple juice and a little brown sugar. I divided the batch and filled both of my slow cookers. I placed them on low and we’ll see what they look like today.

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As I sat down to write this last night, I was weary. I keep trying to strike that balance between staying well informed and maintaining my sanity. I swear, it seems like the typical news cycle is twenty-four hours or less anymore, and stories change in rapid succession. I leaned back and closed my eyes and said, “God, I need to you come sit with me for a while. I’m overwhelmed by all that his happening now. What is it you want me to see here?” Then, I listened.

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I wasn’t even going to write about the dandelion last night. As a matter of fact, I had forgotten all about those quiet moments in the garden with my coffee early in the morning. Suddenly, I saw that little sparkling orb in the grass in my mind’s eye and heard... “Narrow your focus.” I pulled out my phone and fiddled around with one of the photos till I had it blown up and focused on the tiny little droplets of dew on each tiny little hair of the clock.

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He was right. As I narrowed my focus to those little drops of dew, I heard... “I give you this every day. When was the last time you looked for this without stepping on it or rushing by with your nose in the news?” I felt the tension slip away from my shoulders and neck and smiled at this entire universe sitting in a little patch of sunlight on our lawn. How often do I miss this gift?

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Yes, the course of our nation is in the balance right now. Decisions are being made, and will be made in the coming weeks and months that will potentially impact our lives for generations to come. And these things are vitally important to stay engaged in and see through. But God also wants us to remember...we are sitting in a tiny little patch of sun in the middle of a massive, unfathomable universe and we really aren’t the ones ultimately in control here. Getting my blood in a boil is not going to change things. Firing off retorts on Facebook is not going to change things. We are too polarized for that now. There’s no convincing either side of the merits of the other. We’ve been manipulated and drawn into a place this country hasn’t seen in decades and I don’t know about you...but I sure don’t feel in control of much of anything this month.

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So, I narrow my focus. I do what I can do. I love on people at every opportunity. I create goodness in my kitchen, I create kindness in my heart, and I create peace in my mind by looking in a teeny tiny crystal ball, nestled in the tall, tough grass of autumn.

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❤️

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“I have not yet reached my goal, and I am not perfect. But Christ has taken hold of me. So I keep on running and struggling to take hold of the prize. My friends, I don't feel I have already arrived. But I forget what is behind, and I struggle for what is ahead. I run toward the goal, so I can win the prize of being called to heaven. This is the prize God offers because of what Christ Jesus has done. All of us who are mature should think in this same way. And if any of you think differently, God will make it clear to you.”

\nPhilippians 3:12-15 CEV\n
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We went to pick up that chair at the antique store yesterday. When I first set eyes on it, I thought “It looks so much smaller in person.” Then I sat in it. It was so uncomfortable. I have long legs and the seat didn’t come anywhere near the back of my knees. The cushion was stiff and the padding on the arms was back too far. I was so disappointed as I was sure I could never sit in that chair for hours and write. I told the clerk that I was so sorry...the chair just wasn’t going to meet my needs. He was very good about it and said not to worry one bit. 

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We went on to look around the antique shop...something Mr. FixIt and I both truly enjoy doing together. I love this particular establishment because it is well stocked and everything is so nicely displayed. I rummaged around looking into and under things and spied a nice eleven inch cast iron skillet. So many of the newer skillets have a rough surface and I don’t like them. The food tends to stick to them and make a mess. I prefer an older, smooth surface skillet that you can season well. I like Griswold skillets, but they are getting harder and harder to find. This one doesn’t have a brand on it, but I’m looking forward to cleaning it up and seasoning it. It’s a great size for burgers and steaks.

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The other evening, Mr. FixIt came home from town with a bag of groceries in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other. As we sat down to watch church online yesterday, I saw the sun shining in on my fur throw and thought it would be a lovely setting to photograph my roses. This man is the sweetest gift from God. He’s my best friend and my playmate and my argument buddy. He’s the first man in my life that I can be absolutely ME with...100%...and he loves me no matter what comes out of my mouth. He is infinitely patient, kind, gentle, and funny. He pushes my buttons just enough to get a rise out of me and knows when to back off. He would do absolutely anything for me...I know this, and rest comfortably in it. I would do absolutely anything for him, too. We’ve got each other’s backs...always. Our second wedding anniversary is October 13th and we will be at the beach. He wasn’t sure he would be able to find roses for me there. We are going to avoid going in shops, anyway. So...I got my roses early. And aren’t they amazing? They remind me of autumn with their vibrant red and orange color. What a lovely treat! I am truly blessed.

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I never dreamed I would get to do this again. I know I’ve said that before, but it’s always worth saying again. God saved the best for last.

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❤️

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“Love never fails!...”

\n1 Corinthians 13:8 CEV\n
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I think every woman should carve out a little space that is just hers. Guys get the “man cave” or their “workshop”. Women get the kitchen. That’s all well and good. I mean, I love being in the kitchen and creating wonderful foods for the people I love. But it’s not like that...or the products that come from it...are for me alone.

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I have my camper. For now, anyway. But what happens when I sell her? I may not have another one right away, and since I don’t have a “she shed”, I’ve decided to create a space of my own here at the house. We have a bedroom that has nothing but boxes of things labeled “Garage Sale”. These are boxes that the former Mrs. FixIt left thinking when the time came and we decided to actually HAVE a garage sale, we could stick this stuff in it. She is very helpful that way...very organized...and I appreciate it immensely. I think, if Covid hadn’t struck, we might actually have had a garage sale this year, but alas...it was not to be.

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Rather than wait another whole year, I’m taking matters into my own hands. I’m going to clear that room out and create a space just for me. Mostly because, when I settle in to write this blog every night, I write while I’m propped up with a bunch of pillows in our bed. I don’t think it’s doing my back any good and I’m tired of feeling like I’m in bed all the time. I’ve tried writing in the living room while Mr. FixIt watches TV but I find it distracting at best and mostly agitating, even with headphones on.

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I have a picture in my head of what my room will look like. I have a Tiffany style floor lamp out at the farm. I brought it from my home in Colorado and I’d love to have it beside a comfortable chair. I would like a small side table...a place to set my cup of tea, a basket by the chair for my knitting, and a small footstool to prop my feet upon. I would like lacy white curtains to let in the light. I have an electric space heater out at the farm that looks like an antique wood stove. I would like to create a faux fireplace with it. I’ll hang the wooden clock that I bought Mr. Virgo for his last Christmas. I’ll have a small Bluetooth speaker to listen to soft music...or the sounds of a crackling fire. The room will be cozy and comfortable and quiet and peaceful. A nice place to write and retreat without having to climb in bed. And the best part? NO TV!

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We went to our great granddaughter’s 3rd Birthday Party yesterday. We stopped at the 4H Ox Roast on our way home to pick up a couple of meals so we wouldn’t have to cook. Oh, my goodness...that was wonderful food. And so much of it, too. After supper, I opened Facebook and...there was my chair! It was absolutely the exact chair I’ve been wanting at a price that can’t be beat. We’ll run into town today to pick it up and that will motivate me to get the back room cleared out. I’m nesting and getting my winter she shed ready.

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❤️

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““As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.””

\nGenesis 8:22 NIV\n
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Lord, have Mercy...these are hard times if we look at all we are shown. I’ve lost friends this year...some to death...some to politics. My list dwindles as people peel away from me for whatever reason. I had a friend ask the other night if we should unfriend till next year. I told her I am comfortable with civil discourse but if it made her more comfortable, she needed to do what was best for her. We decided to stay connected and work our way through the next few months. That being said, there are some friends I have had to put in “time out” by snoozing them for thirty days. When those thirty days are up, I can revisit and evaluate. I don’t unfriend people just because we have a difference of opinion. I DO unfriend people if they attack, are verbally abusive, or go beyond my personal boundaries of what I am willing to put up with.

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So...I snoozed the loudest, angriest, ugliest posts. Then...by mid week, my FB feed sounded like crickets. It’s been so much more peaceful and it left me the space to fill with hope and love. Hate doesn’t kill hate...only love does. My dear friend Diane shares the craziest, sometimes bawdiest memes and funnies and she helps keep me sane. She sometimes has a crusty exterior, but inside...she’s a marshmallow. She just doesn’t let very many people know. The other day, she sent me this. I watched it in messenger, but the sound wasn’t on. I thought is was so sweet...a speech therapist is getting married and her groom surprises her with the beautiful children she works with. Sweet. Then...when I prepared to write this post, I watched the full video with the sound and sobbed all the way through it...three times.

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We need more of this beauty and joy in our lives. These are hard times, yes. And there’s a lot of ugliness in this world. But....oh, my...there is still SO much beauty. Please don’t forget there is still so much beauty around us. Please don’t give up.

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Keep looking.

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Keep looking.

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WATCH THIS BEAUTIFUL VIDEO HERE!

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❤️

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“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”

\nGalatians 5:22-23 NIV\n
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I knew this was going to be a busy week in the kitchen. I bought two bags of apples at the roadside stand earlier this week. I thought they were Braeburn apples, but turns out they were McIntosh. In all actuality, I’m glad of that because I love a tart applesauce and that was my main intent with this batch.

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I bought one of those little gadgets that peel, core, and slice your apples for you. You clamp it to the counter top, stick your apple on a rod with three prongs on the end to hold it in place, then turn a handle. As the apple moves nearer to the blade, the peel comes off in one long thin ribbon. It’s pretty neat, although it didn’t work quite as well as the one I used to have in my Colorado kitchen. Either they are making them cheaper or the apples themselves weren’t firm enough. I ended up not using the corer or slicer function preferring to quarter and trim the apples by hand with my favorite paring knife.

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As I finished each apple, I placed them in a bowl of water with lemon juice added to keep them from turning brown. I placed about 3 cups of apples in my food processor with the steel blade and added about a half cup of water. I processed this to a soft consistency and added it to my large 23 quart canner...the only pan I had big enough to hold all the apples. After draining the apple slices, I added them to the canner along with 1c. of granulated sugar and 3T. of lemon juice. You need that extra acidity to safely preserve the applesauce in a water bath canner.

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I cooked the apples till they started getting soft and then used a potato masher to break down the apples into sauce. I wasn’t quite getting the consistency I wanted, so I used my immersion blender to further break down the apples. I like my applesauce to have some small chunks in it so it looks homemade and not like something out of a baby food jar.

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I filled my hot jars with the hot applesauce, leaving a one-half inch headspace, wiped the rim, then placed the lid and ring to just past finger tight. My water bath canner holds eight pints. Once they came to a boil, I started the timer and processed them for 20 minutes. When the time was up, I turned off the heat and removed the lid of the canner and let the jars rest for about 5-10 minutes before I removed them from the water and placed them on a clean towel to cool.

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I had a little over a pint of applesauce left and I didn’t want to run the canner again for one jar. So, I added a little brown sugar, apple pie spice, and butter then cooked it down till it was getting pretty thick. I had a half recipe of pie dough left in the fridge from the tomato pie earlier in the week so I rolled it out, placed the sweetened applesauce in the middle and drew the edges of the crust up and over to form a simple galette. I baked it till golden brown at 375 degrees...about 40 minutes or so.

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My memories of apples involves my grandma again. She had borrowed a large copper kettle and made a huge batch of apple butter one fall. I was very young and somehow my memory has us making it in the back yard over a fire, but I would not swear to that. I do know she used a big bag of cinnamon red hot candies in it for color and flavor, but they didn’t take into account the sugar content of the candy and it came out awfully sweet. Still, nothing ever went to waste on the farm and it was eaten with delight...most often by the spoonful right out of the jar.

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As I labeled the grape jam from Thursday and the applesauce yesterday, I marveled at how beautiful the jars are...all lined up on our dining room table. We have shelves in the basement and all this work is going to be gorgeous once the jars are cleaned and lined up for winter storage. I have my ear to the ground...looking for an attractive primitive wooden cabinet for the dining room to store all these extra appliances I have accumulated over the last few months. I hate storing them downstairs because I use them fairly often. I prefer to have them a few steps away from the kitchen when I need them.

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When all was done, Mr. FixIt and I drove to town, picked up a sandwich for supper, and ate it sitting on the tailgate of my pickup as we watched some locals fishing from the bank of the Little Kanawha River. It was a beautiful, productive day. 

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Today...I need to make Salisbury steaks and Italian meatballs for the freezer and work on the pie pumpkins. Another busy day ahead!

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❤️

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“Therefore do not let anyone judge you by what you eat or drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a New Moon celebration or a Sabbath day.”

\nColossians 2:16 NIV\n
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My mom always told me my mouth would get me in trouble someday and she was so right. There have been times...too many times...that I react and speak instead of take a breath and think. I try limiting my news time. I try staying off of social media more than just a few minutes a day. I try to get out and do something active. I try to end each day with a feeling of accomplishment.

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I try.

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I don’t always succeed.

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Too often I get sucked into the maelstrom that social media has become. I get triggered. I get angry. I get frustrated. I get sad. When those things happen, it’s far too easy to start to respond negatively and that’s when the drag starts...like a weight around my neck, pulling me deeper and deeper into the depths. 

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That’s not where the light is. That is not what brings me hope. Finding hope today is sometimes like parenting an obstreperous toddler. No matter how tired we are, we have to find something they’ve done to praise them for so they feel encouraged. In this case, it’s us that needs the encouragement. We need to shift the attention to what we are doing right, thank ourselves for do it, and do more of it.

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My friends and I talk about the Bible and share scriptures. We text them to each other periodically during the day for encouragement. We share bible studies. We send jokes that make us laugh and eases the tensions in our lives. Having a network with whom you can share life with is invaluable. Find your people...through church or a senior center or the library. Meetup is an app that helps you find likeminded individuals with similar interests.

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Go through your friends list on Facebook. Pick five people a week to just send a random note to. Not a meme...but a heartfelt message letting them know you were thinking about them and you wanted to reach out to see how they’re doing. Send more goodness out into the world and it’s bound to catch on eventually.

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Flood the world with kindness this week.

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Think about what you are sharing with the world before you hit “send”.

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Don’t contribute to the divisiveness that’s out there. Be part of the solution, not part of the problem.

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Research before you post. Include resources. Make your English teacher proud.

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When that meme grabs your eye, think twice...three times before you share. Is it kind, is it true, is it necessary?

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Send beautiful things out into the world. Do you really think your rant about the “other guy” is going to change anyone’s mind at this point? I can pretty much guarantee this...it may not change their mind about who to vote for, but it’s sure to make them look at you differently. We’re almost to Election Day. We are coming into the home stretch. 

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Let’s fill the world with a lot less bitterness and a lot more better-ness. Let’s see if we can put out this dumpster fire and create some beauty. Because...

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Kindness Matters

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❤️

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“Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.”

\nIsaiah 1:17 NIV\n
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“Do not be misled: “Bad company corrupts good character.””

\n1 Corinthians 15:33 NIV\n
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“My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, because human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.”

\nJames 1:19-20 NIV\n
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“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.”

\n1 Peter 4:8 NIV\n
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“The one who has knowledge uses words with restraint, and whoever has understanding is even-tempered. Even fools are thought wise if they keep silent, and discerning if they hold their tongues.”

\nProverbs 17:27-28 NIV\n
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“Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”

\nGalatians 6:9 NIV\n
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The area where we removed the biggest trees.

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Colorado has snow. West Virginia has dense foliage. Both are a result of moisture. Both are beautiful. And, both can be a king-sized pain in a horse’s patoot! We went out to the farm yesterday to do battle with the tough fall grass that grows in September. It’s so hard to cut. Then, instead of weed eating, I took the pole saw to several small trees and wild grape vines.

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The trunks of most of the trees were around an inch or so across, but there were a few that were around 3-4” and they were more cumbersome. You really have to stay on top of things around here or you soon have a veritable jungle surrounding you. The Rose of Sharon at the back corner of the house had grown in so close, you could hardly walk through there. That had to be trimmed back, as well as some of the branches still attached to the tree that fell. They were encroaching in the yard where I like to mow so they needed to go.

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The larger brush pile.

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Old blackberry canes, multi flora rose, wild grape vine, Virginia Creeper, sumac, pig weed, sycamore...all rapid growing and invasive. Of course, as soon as you get them cut, you have to haul them off to the brush pile or the grass will die where they lay. One tree was absolutely woven into the shrubbery with wild grape vines...just like weaving fabric. That one was a lot of work to get out and we had to chain it up to the tractor to pull it out of the road and into the yard where we could cut it up in smaller sections. I know I’m going to be sore today. For those of you who may not know what a pole saw is, it’s literally a small chainsaw on the end of a telescoping pole so you can reach low lying limbs without a ladder. Ours extends to about twelve feet so you’re trying to wield this thing around over your head and hold it steady while it chews through four or five inches of wood. It’s hard work, trust me.

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The smaller brush pile.

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I also ran a couple of loads of laundry while we were there, and we didn’t even leave our house till the bread was baked. We were supposed to go to the class picnic today, but with Covid and the new warnings to hunker down for the fall and winter, we just decided not to go. Some people say you can’t let fear keep you from living your life...we only get this one trip...make the most of it. My answer is, we are not living fearfully. We are living scientifically informed. Just wear the mask so we can get this over with. There...that’s my PSA for the day.

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These nights are “false fall”...a series of cool evenings that are great for sleeping in the camper with the windows open. There are so many who cannot open their windows because of the smoke. We are blessed here. Lots of moisture. Lots of vegetation. Lots of work...but so worth it!

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❤️

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“And God said, “Let the earth sprout vegetation, plants yielding seed, and fruit trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, each according to its kind, on the earth.” And it was so. The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds, and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, each according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.”

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#HardWork, #Vegetation, #WestVirginia

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Ok, yesterday was a marathon day in the kitchen here at the Ponderosa. I started out by packaging up the dehydrated mushrooms then rummaging through the garden to get a few more Roma tomatoes. I set what was ready in the dehydrator and turned my attention to the green beans.

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I had enough of the beans cleaned yesterday to set a canner on to process. Then, Mr. FixIt and I enjoyed rocking in the recliners, watching old Frazier reruns while I finished stringing and snapping the last of the beans between canner loads.

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I learned something yesterday. I should have weighed the beans, because apparently I had a LOT more than I thought. According to the weights and measures scale for produce, a bushel of snap beans should weigh between twenty-eight and thirty-two pounds. This should result in a quart of processed beans for every one-and-a-half to two pounds of raw produce. Initially, I figured I would get two canners full with enough leftover beans to cook up a mess for supper. (\"Mess is Appalachian for a batch...a dinner's worth with leftovers.)

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I ended up with four canners full! That's twenty-eight quarts. I did my math and I payed just over a dollar a quart for these babies. AND I got the fun and satisfaction of putting them up for winter. I know, I know...this is nothing compared to what my cousins can every year. They put up hundreds of jars of food. I'm a little limited by supplies this year as I was sort of starting from scratch in the canning department. I'll get more jars and lids next spring.

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When the last canner was filled and on the stove, I got out my fermenting equipment and got two quarts of dill pickles started. They will sit for one to three weeks in the brine till they get to my desired taste. I made one quart with hot red pepper flakes for a little extra pizazz. I would normally use dried whole red peppers from the spice aisle but Walmart didn't have them.

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And that was the end of my day. I was tired...but it was a good kind of tired. My hands smell like garlic and they're soft from working with wet beans for two days. My hips are sore from sitting so much. But, ohhhhh.....those beautiful jars of bottled summer take my breath away when I look at them!

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It was not till I was typing this last night to post this morning that I noticed the date. Today would have been Mr. Virgo's 70th birthday! It feels so unreal. He will always and forever be 62...a number I passed five years ago. I can't even imagine him at 70. He would have reluctantly retired. He had no hobbies other than golf and me. I never, EVER would have considered taking off in the camper by myself and having adventures without him. He told me when we were first dating that if I was the kind of woman who was going to leave him alone for long stretches of time, he wasn't interested. I had been in a two decade marriage with a workaholic who had dinner between 8:00-10:00 every night. I was ready for that one-on-one attention.

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Don't get me wrong...I absolutely adore Mr. FixIt and I treasure every moment we have together. AND, I learned I need some space to recharge from time to time...for my own mental health as well as the comfort of my spouse. Different people. Different marriages. Different expectations. Still...I think of that silver-haired man and smile now.

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Seventy.

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Wow.

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Happy Heavenly Birthday, Mr. Virgo!

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❤

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Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men,

\nColossians 3:23 ESV\n
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I love Sundays in the country. While they are supposed to be a day of rest, they most often turn into a different kind of worship...the kind I do every day. First, since we are staying out in the camper every chance we get, we are sleeping so soundly that it isn’t hard to completely miss online church. However, yesterday, I opened my eyes, smiled at my sweetheart and he said, “Good morning, baby...ten minutes to church!”

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I glanced at my cell phone to confirm and hopped right up. When your man is excited for church, you get moving! I was up, dressed, in the house with coffee in hand at 10:00...a new world record, I am sure!

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Church was really great, even though they played a repeat of the last sermon of 2019. For one thing, it was so cool to see what life was like just 9 short months ago. A little nostalgic, I have to say. Also, our pastor...as I am sure any pastor would be...was so animated and on fire in front of a congregation without restriction. Next Sunday they are going back to in person worship, but we will stay home and continue to watch online. We just feel safer that way and we still get spiritually fed. This is actually working very well for us under the circumstances but I will look forward to the day we feel it is a healthy choice for us to go in person. In the meantime, we do not feel deprived of the experience.

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As soon as church was over, I headed to work in the kitchen. I filled the dehydrator with sliced mushrooms and set it aside to do its thing while I turned to the main task at hand. I had peaches and plums that needed to be made into jam and I could hardly wait to try the new Jam & Jelly Maker. When I preserve food, I set everything out in an orderly fashion so I don’t have to go looking for something I need right in the middle of things. There might be a little wiggle room if you are canning tomatoes or green beans, but jams and jellies are absolutely time dependent.

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As I set to peeling the peaches, I asked Mr. FixIt if he would mind filming me while I did it. I wanted to show how easy it is to peel peaches and make jam. It was the first thing I learned to can when I started and anyone can do it...especially with this handy appliance. When Mr. FixIt was in high school, he ran the stage crew so he is quite at home behind a camera. However, from a technical standpoint, we made some errors so there is definitely a learning curve.

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For one thing, I not only had the window fan going, but I also had the exhaust fan on over the stove, trying to keep the house from getting too hot. That’s great for temperature...not so great for sound. The second thing we discovered...if you film in portrait view and compose the movie in the app iMovie, it converts to landscape orientation. That’s cool except...it cuts off the top and the bottom of the film. In other words, the top of my head is cut off, but you can hear what I’m saying, so we’ll just take it as a learning experience. Just a head’s up disclaimer if you decide to watch. I’ve added a link to my YouTube Channel. (Yes...I have a YouTube Channel...who knew? lol)

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It was a productive day. The Jam & Jelly Maker only makes four jars at a time. If there is a downside, that’s it. However, the upsides are awesome. It stirs itself and the temperature is preset so there’s no scorching. And, while one batch is cooking, you can get the ingredients together for the next batch. It went very smooth once I got the hang of it.

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I ended up with eight jars of Peach Jam, but not enough mashed fruit left for a third batch. I pulled the plums out of the fridge and cut up enough to make up the difference and made four jars of Peach-Plum Jam. It was my favorite. The flavor combo was really special. Then I made four jars of Plum Jam but there were not enough mashed plums to make another batch. I put what was left over in a jar in the fridge and will buy some more plums today to add to it. So, sixteen jars of jam and a dehydrator full of mushrooms. Not a bad afternoon’s work.

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When we had the kids over on Friday for homemade pizza, I only baked three of the four pizzas. I covered the fourth one tightly and set it in the garage fridge to have over the weekend. It seemed like the perfect time yesterday so after the mess from the jam was put away, I baked the pizza on the pizza stone and I think it was even more flavorful than the others. The flavors had a chance to meld in the fridge and it was really delicious. I’ll do a pizza-making video one of these days!

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When all was said and done, I stretched out to edit and upload the video to YouTube. While I waited for the upload to go through, I fell asleep. Who would have imagined such a thing, right? I hate falling asleep that late, but it couldn’t be helped. It was a really good day. Sometimes worship comes in the form of putting food by for a rainy day.

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You can watch my “Making Jam with Ginny” video HERE.

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❤️

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“Flowers and grass fade away, but what our God has said will never change.”

\nIsaiah 40:8 CEV\n
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Remember back when we were kids? School let out in May and it seemed like for-EV-er before it was September and time to go back. Then we grew up and became adults and got jobs and got married (or not) and had kids (or not). Then, summers dragged for an entirely different reason. By late August, we were like... “When does school start??? I’m done already!”

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Then...life’s “Third Shift” kicked in. The kids are the ones married (or not) and with kids (or not) and we are left to our own devices. My mom’s generation played Bridge or MahJong if they were fortunate enough to not have to work outside of the home. Our generation plays pickle ball or what have you.

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Whatever the case...it’s September. Seriously...March felt like at least a decade ago. I don’t even remember March. Did 2020 even HAVE a March? Or May? How about June and July? I mean...I could accept that it’s July...but September??? Crikey!

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I think the total disruption of our routines and all the ensuing chaos has shifted our consciousness somehow and actually created a time warp. I mean...I could just as easily be 1963, if you ask me.

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But, I digress. A Facebook friend asked yesterday if we could say something positive about 2020 so far. I had to think about it...but I came up with several things.

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You may say 2020 sucks big ones, and I suppose it has in many ways. But, 2020 has been a gift in just as many ways. Above all, it has forced me into a closer relationship with Jesus. I’ve gotten to know Him a lot better and recognize His voice in the cacophony of this world. It’s brought me a lot closer to Mr. FixIt, as well. We’ve had to learn a new dance around strokes and staying at home and not doing whatever we want, whenever we want. And, believe it or not, it has brought me closer to our kids because we have more real conversations.

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2020 may have brought me to my knees...but that’s not a bad position to be in for prayer.

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I literally did nothing but bake a pan of lasagna and take a nap yesterday. It felt SO self-indulgent...and wonderful!!! Then, around the time the news went off, Daughter #1 called me for a video chat. Ohhhhh, my heart sings when I get to see my Colorado peeps. When we prepared to hang up, I smiled and thanked her so much for letting me see her sweet face.

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“I cannot hug you in person,” I said. “But, I can hug you with my heart!”

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❤️

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“...The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another.”

\nGenesis 31:49 KJV\n
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Grandma’s Hydrangea full of Honeybees

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I thought for sure I was going to be a lady of leisure yesterday. But, nooooooooo! Even though it was Sunday, the Weather Channel App informed us first thing when we woke up what our day was going to entail. We had absolutely no other choice than to go to the farm and mow. But first, we had to go back to town. We got to the pharmacy too late on Saturday and then, when I opened up my brand new jelly maker, the knob for the lid was missing. Fortunately, they had another one and held it for me till we could get back yesterday morning.

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As soon as we got back home, we loaded up the truck and the trailer and headed to the farm with the mowers and assorted tools and materials we needed for a project we are working on. The grass was still pretty wet, but I went ahead and mowed anyway. It just meant I had to mow over it several times to mulch up the wet clumps of grass that gets left behind. It takes twice as long, but you do what you have to do.

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The Gas Meter between the House and the Barn

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While I mowed, Mr. FixIt got to work on rebuilding the cover for the gas meter. The week after the tree brought down the power lines, a smaller tree fell...narrowly missing the gas meter itself. It basically crushed the old sheet metal “lean to” that covered the gas meter to protect it from the weather...and I suppose falling limbs, as well. Mr. FixIt took the pieces of mangled sheet metal and removed all the rotten wood and laid them out on the sidewalk. Then he took a heavy hammer and the rubber mallet and beat it back flat. 

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Rebuilding the Cover for the Gas Meter

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He measured and cut the wood to rebuild the frame. I finished mowing the front yard about the time he needed me to help reassemble the lean to. We realized when we got the sides and back done that we were going to need more wood. So, we put our tools away and I made lunch while he ran the weed eater. After lunch, I mowed the back yard with the push mower and he finished the weed eating. We were about done in by the time we loaded the mowers back up and headed home.

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That’s when Mr. FixIt said the back yard at the Ponderosa really needed to be mowed but he just didn’t think he had it in him to do it. I told him that was no problem...I could do it. We unloaded the mowers and I set to work. He emptied the truck and took everything inside and came out to run the weed eater around the fence, the sidewalk, and the pool. He can’t stand it if I’m working and he’s not helping.

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We finally finished around dark and that was the end of our day. I know it was Sunday and we aren’t supposed to work on Sunday. But, we enjoyed seeing the fruits of our labor and working together on a project. We talked about God and brought Him with us in everything we did. And, we thanked Him for Mr. FixIt’s improved health that allows him to do the things he loves to do. We are so grateful to still have access to the farm. We are so grateful for our health and our home and our relationship. So that had to suffice for our “Sunday Sermon” this week. We can watch our online church today...God will still love us.

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Oh, I wish you could have heard the honeybees on Grandma’s hydrangea bush out back! When I came around the corner of the house to take stuff inside, I could hear them from twenty feet away. A man down the road keeps about 25-30 hives so we have lots of bees which makes me so happy. The Rose of Sharon is nearly spent. There was another limb down from the huge old cherry tree out back so I told Mr. FixIt I need to get my vintage trailer out of there and bring her to the Ponderosa to work on before the snow flies.

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There’s never a dull moment around here and I’m telling you...TODAY I am taking the day off. After I make a pan of lasagna...and maybe an apple pie!  

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❤️

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“Honey is good for you, my children, and it tastes sweet. Wisdom is like honey for your life— if you find it, your future is bright.”

\nProverbs 24:13-14 CEV\n
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Earlier in the season, I wasn’t at all sure I would get many tomatoes. Blossom end rot was decimating my crop, but I changed the feed and...wham! They are coming on like gangbusters now. I had another bucket ready yesterday morning and...they don’t know a day off from nothin’! 

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I went out and got the crocks of bread dough from the garage fridge first thing so I could bake in the cool of the day. When you bake sourdough bread in a dutch oven inside your kitchen oven, you have to heat it up to 500 degrees. It doesn’t take long till your house is overheated...even at 9:00am. I have a window fan so I put it in the kitchen window and exhausted as much of the heat out as I could before the outside temp climbed.

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I am thrilled with the success I’ve been getting with my sourdough bread. I have read that the longer you bake sourdough, the more wild yeasts grow in your environment, and the tastier your bread becomes. I’ve been getting a really nice “oven spring”, as well. That’s the amount of rise you get in your bread in the oven before the crust gets too hard to expand. The cuts I make on the surface helps that as well as the way I form the dough before I set it in the fridge to raise slowly overnight. One of the loaves was at least 5” high before I cut it in half. The cutting kinda smashed it down a little.

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As soon as the bread was done, I considered just stopping for the day, then I checked my tomatoes and I cannot stand to lose even one. So, I scalded them in boiling water, dropped them in ice water, slipped the skins off and cut the core out. Then I gave them a quick flip of my wrist to extract the seeds and dropped the pulpy tomatoes into my cooking pot. When I was finished cleaning the tomatoes, I strained the seeds from the juice in the bottom of the bowl and added it to the pot. I set it on a low flame and when the juices started to simmer, I used my immersion blender to chop up the tomatoes but stopped short of actually puréeing them. I let the sauce simmer all day, seasoning it here and there to my tastes.

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Later in the afternoon, we made a quick trip to town for meat and mushrooms for the sauce and finally sat down for a feast at 6:30! I didn’t actually get my day off. But, Mr. FixIt mowed because I was busy inside, so I didn’t have to do that. Maybe today will be my real day off! lol

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❤️

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“It is useless to get up early and stay up late in order to earn a living. God takes care of his own, even while they sleep.”

\nPsalms 127:2 CEV\n
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This is the time of year when I look back and remember long, leisurely days of knitting in front of the fire...a mug of tea, fuzzy slippers, and snow falling gently outside the window. And I wonder... “Will we ever get back to those days again?” 

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I’m sure we will...eventually. At least we didn’t have to wrangle that drain snake yesterday. I am not sure I had another day in me to mess with that thing and still walk upright. I hit the ground running yesterday. I mixed up some bread dough and fed the starter again. I set it aside in the fridge for the time being. It will grow slower and actually develop a nicer flavor if you do that from time to time. It saves you from having to feed it every day.

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I turned the bread dough every thirty minutes. You don’t knead sourdough bread...you lift and fold the dough every thirty minutes for about three or four hours to incorporate and support the rise from the wild yeasts. They aren’t as strong as commercial yeast. In between the turns, I emptied the dehydrator and used the kitchen shears to cut the dehydrated tomatoes into julienne strips. Then I packed them into sterilized jars and covered them with olive oil to preserve them. A whole bucket of tomatoes shrank down to two pint jars...but oh, the flavor that is packed into those two little jars will add a little sunshine to dishes in the coming year. They can’t be beat!

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Once the tomatoes were done, I turned my attention to the smoked pork that was still warming in crockpots. I ran the jars through the dishwasher earlier and they were still steaming hot. I packed the jars, put in a teaspoon of pickling salt and topped it off with hot broth, sealed the jar, and set them one at a time in the simmering water of the pressure canner. Once filled, I placed the lid on and let the water boil without the pressure cock. I placed it on 10 pounds and as soon as it jiggled, I set the timer for ninety minutes. 

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By then, the bread dough was ready to be worked and formed into two round loaves. Once they were wrapped in flour sack dishtowels and placed in crocks, I took them out to the refrigerator in the garage to rise overnight and I’ll bake them this morning. 

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The timer went off for the canner and I turned off the heat. Once the canner cooled and the pressure was equalized, I removed the pressure cock and the lid and let the canner rest for another thirty minutes to acclimate. Two pork picnics produced another seven quarts of smoked pulled pork that’s unbelievably good. I had two quarts and two pints of broth left over that I used in the jars of pork. I didn’t want to throw that way, so as soon as the canner was emptied, I processed them for thirty minutes. Now, when I smoke pork the next time, my broth will be ready made.

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When I made that vegetable beef soup in the spring, I couldn’t find the pressure canner so I ended up freezing it. I’ve decided to bring it in from the freezer in the garage and cook it up again and can it this time. I have a huge tin of mixed veggies I want to put in it. I have enough tomatoes ready to make a batch of spaghetti sauce, too. That should just about finish up my available canning jars.

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I love looking over the bounty I’ve created for our winter eating. These things will be so nice to have when that snowed-in leisure time returns and I can have a day of knitting in front of the fire. It sounds delightful right about now, doesn’t it?

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❤️

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“Try your best to live quietly, to mind your own business, and to work hard, just as we taught you to do. Then you will be respected by people who are not followers of the Lord, and you won't have to depend on anyone.”

\n1 Thessalonians 4:11-12 CEV\n
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Today would have been my mama’s 95th birthday! Happy Heavenly Birthday, Wanda Belle! 

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It was hotter than blue blazes yesterday and we had to work on that drain some more. I ran the snake down several times and we weren’t making any progress so I suggested using a different blade on the end. We switched to a metal end that looks like a spring. I told Mr. FixIt that we might break through with that end, then we could switch back to a cutter. I put the snake down twice and we got stopped at the same point each time. We painted a small white spot on the snake to mark how far we got down.

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Each time we pulled the snake back out, there were strands of fibrous roots attached. The pipe goes underneath the forsythia and flowering quince so there’s no wonder there are lots of roots down there. Finally, we got the snake to break past the roots and the mark we painted and extended all 50’ into the drain. We changed to the smaller cutting blade and it went through twice so at least we knew we had an opening, however small.

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There were several times when I could feel the snake getting caught up in the roots and every time, I calmly asked God to help me get this job done. And every time, I got further and further along. God isn’t just there to help with the big stuff. He wants to help with everything. He loves when you ask him for assistance in your everyday life. And he answers. I was sure to thank him every time I made progress.

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The storm drain goes to the creek so we went down to make sure that end was open. It was covered with at least two feet of earth from the spring floods! We worked with a 100 degree heat index and soon decided this job was bigger than the both of us so we called in the troops. Our friend Harry and his son were there within the hour and ninety minutes later, they had the ditch dug out and water was flowing through. And what should come out of the pipe? A golf ball! A remnant from the days when an active dog lived here. He loved to throw golf balls down the back steps into the drain. 

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There are a couple of things we still need to do before this drain is winter ready. There’s a thing you can put on the end of a garden hose that goes down the drain. When you turn on the water, the gizmo fills up and compresses against the edges of the pipe, creating a seal. Then, the running water builds up pressure and blows out the stuff that’s clogging up the pipe. After it flows well, we’ll put a solution down it that kills the roots in the pipe without killing the flowering shrubs above.

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At the end of the work day, we were both too tired to cook so I ordered a pizza and picked it up. We had one heck of a storm come through here. It started just as the boys were finished digging the ditch and ended about ninety minutes later after dumping an inch and a half of rain. The storm drain did its job and the pumps didn’t kick on! On the way back from town, I snapped this picture. Even though it was well in the nineties yesterday, when that storm came through, the temperature dropped rapidly and the hills were shrouded in fog. You could see the hint of fall coming.

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Used to, the idea of fall saddened me because winter would be close on its heels. Nowadays though, fall means cooler temperatures and the outdoor work begins to slow down. I’m looking forward to that...less mowing, less watering and weeding the garden, more time for a little fun...like camping and bonfires and roasting marshmallows. We are ready for a little break from the frenetic summer schedule.

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When you live in the country on acreage, there is always something that needs to be done. When we go to my cousin’s for Thanksgiving, the men always go out and work the fields during the day while the women cook and visit. A body needs as many hands as he can get when things need fixing. The key is, knowing when it’s time to call in the troops. We are getting to the age where we have to admit...it’s time.

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❤️

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“Ask, and you will receive. Search, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened for you. Everyone who asks will receive. Everyone who searches will find. And the door will be opened for everyone who knocks.”

\nMatthew 7:7-8 CEV\n
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I can almost feel the stress melting off my shoulders by the moment. After the last few hectic weeks, and then backing off from social media, I am much more centered and relaxed. The fact that the nights have been cooler and we’ve been “camping” out in our field at the Ponderosa. Sleeping in my camper always makes me a happy girl!

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I worked on the website for a few hours yesterday while Mr. FixIt was at the dentist. When he got home, we hooked up the trailer and took the mowers out to the farm. We got about halfway there and the road was soaked. It was so cool to watch the steam rising up from the hot asphalt after the rain that had just passed through. It wasn’t too much further that the road was dry. We bet each other whether there was rain at the farm. I said there was...and I won. Not a bet I wanted to win, though. The grass was thick and wet and not easy to mow.

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When we were at the farm last time, we noticed that the internet wasn’t working. I called to report it and left my phone number but never heard from anyone. I sat down to call and was on hold for quite some time when I looked out the window to see the neighbor’s garden. Lo and behold, there on the bird seed bin was a brand new modem the phone guy left for me. I hooked it up and we were back in business in five minutes flat!

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Once the lawn was mowed and I had a good thirty minute video chat with Daughter #1, we packed back up and headed home. I told Mr. FixIt that I felt we definitely deserved ice cream after all that so we stopped at the Piggly Wiggly to get some. We happily munched out on a Magnum Double Caramel bar on the way home!

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As soon as we had everything unhooked and put away, I made a beeline for the camper to write. It was a little stuffy after being closed up all day, but it was soon cool and comfortable from the strategically placed fans. We don’t have a single thing planned till the 29th! I’ve been letting the tomatoes ripen and I think today is the day to get them picked and canned. Seriously, it won’t amount to much once I cook them down. As soon as the garden is finished, it’s camping time for us! 

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I feel a hundred pounds happier!

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❤️

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“Our Lord, we belong to you. We tell you what worries us, and you won't let us fall. But what about those people who are cruel and brutal? You will throw them down into the deepest pit long before their time. I trust you, Lord!”

\nPsalms 55:22-23 CEV\n
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When my grandma got old and we’d ask her how she was doing, she’d say, “I’m just an old Granny Grump!” I have no idea how old “old” was to me at the time, and I surely didn’t grasp the full nuance of the term “Granny Grump”. But, I think I’m beginning to get it.

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Ok...I’m not old, but I’m feeling like it lately. And I’m definitely feeling grumpy. Just ask my poor husband. It’s hard when you go on Facebook and you see your friends out doing things and you aren’t. It makes you wonder if maybe you’re being silly with all these Covid precautions. I mean, really...what harm could it do to hop on a plane or hook up the camper and drive across the country? I want to go camping. I want to go out to dinner. I want to go to Daytona Beach. 

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I want my life back.

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I know. You do, too.

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This isn’t easy. And getting ready to head into the winter months, feeling like this will never ever end can easily turn anyone into a Granny Grump. When we got home from town yesterday, I hopped on the mower and mowed the whole property. I can do a lot of thinking while I mow. I zipped past the camper and thought, “I could do it, you know. I could just pack that bad girl up and hit the open road and be in Colorado by the middle of next week!!!” Man, I miss my kids and grandkids and brother and friends. Mr. FixIt and I have been together more in the last 150 days than Mr. Virgo and I were in the entire seven years I knew him. I’ve never spent this much time with anyone and being the kind of person I am...I know full well I am much NICER when I have a little tiny bit of space to call my own.

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Then I remember how awful it was when I found out what being really alone felt like. And I start feeling a little guilty about wanting some space. Because I know about grief and loss and aloneness. And...being careful what you wish for.

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There is a difference between wanting to be alone and wanting a little space and time to recharge. Thank God, Mr. FixIt is pretty much back to being his healthy self. I still wouldn’t feel comfortable pulling the camper all the way to Colorado without him this summer, though. That’s too far away and not enough time has passed since the strokes. Then there’s the whole virus thing...so, here I am.

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I’m just feeling a little stuck. And, I know I’m not the only one. 

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This is a tough time we are going through, considering everything that has happened this year. I am reminded of something I wrote about a long time ago. You can put an egg and a potato in boiling water. One will become hard. The other soft. The temperature of the water is the same, but what they turn into depends on what they are made of.

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I will not let my present set of circumstances harden me. 

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This, too, shall pass.

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❤️

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“If you are a husband, you should be thoughtful of your wife. Treat her with honor, because she isn't as strong as you are, and she shares with you in the gift of life. Then nothing will stand in the way of your prayers.”

\n1 Peter 3:7 CEV\n
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#JustSayin, #Grumpy, #Stuck

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The other night, I was heading out to the camper to write. We have been blessed with some lovely, cool nights so we’ve been taking advantage of that and “camping” at the Ponderosa. We still haven’t fixed up our “campground” here on the five acres. It seems there is always something else needing our attention. Hopefully, it won’t just be a pipe dream and we will have this ground available so my camping friends can join me.

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I was wearing my headlamp, and as I passed the garden, something caught my eye. When I turned to look, the light reflected back from two eyes staring intently at me. Fortunately, it wasn’t too dark and I could make out that it was a bunny...in my garden. Exactly where bunnies should NOT be. I shooed her away and started to turn when....something else caught my eye.

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There were dozens of tiny green dots all around the garden. It was as if the place had suddenly been enchanted by fairies with tiny green lanterns. These little green lights were intermingled with tiny white lights like glittering diamonds. I was mesmerized...and quite puzzled.

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I decided to just stand very still and observe. Perhaps the answer would reveal itself to me. It didn’t take too long to figure out the white glittery lights were reflections off the dew that was gathering on the grass. It was lovely and a bit disconcerting...like looking down at stars. As I marveled at the sight, one of the green “lanterns” moved ever so slightly. I tried to count the green lights, but there were too many...though much fewer than the white ones.

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I had to get closer to see what these green lights were. At first, I thought perhaps they were a phenomenon called foxfire, a bioluminescent fungus that can grow in woody areas. I’ve never really seen it in person, but the photos I’ve seen didn’t match this save for the fluorescent green color. No, this was something entirely different.

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I crept forward ever so slowly keeping my eyes trained on one particularly bright green spot. When I was about five feet away, it jumped! It slowly dawned on me. I was surrounded by spiders on the move in the grass and when they looked at me as I walked through their territory, they light reflected back from their eyes...just like the bunnies did...and the deer that bed down in the far field. I was enchanted! It was magical to discover something that has been there my whole life and suddenly “discover” it at the age of 67.

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I was so entranced but the sight, I didn’t think to try to film them. I went out the next night, but we had mowed the lawn and there weren’t as many spiders. But I did find this video where a guy found the same thing in his yard. As a matter of fact, his video looks exactly like what I saw so I thought I would share it with you HERE.  

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There are tiny treats in life. Little gifts that remind us there is so much more going on in the world than the horror du jour on the news and social media. I took a moment to thank God for giving me the eyes to see His beautiful creations, the place to look for them, and the time to slow down and appreciate them for the gifts they are.

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I hope you look for the tiny gifts God brings you today. They are everywhere...if you ask to see them and take the time to look.

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❤️

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“Don't be fooled, my dear friends. Every good and perfect gift comes down from the Father who created all the lights in the heavens. He is always the same and never makes dark shadows by changing.”

\nJames 1:16-17 CEV\n
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He’s been there since I took my first breath. My big brother. My “Bubby”. My first playmate. My first friend. We were in cahoots on many occasions...but I was always the instigator. He was special. Always gentle...always sweet. He didn’t run and play like the other kids so he was happy to sit on the floor with me for hours...rolling the ball back and forth...playing with cars...building with blocks.

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Every week, we went to this special place to play for an hour or so. There was a table with four doors...one on each side. You opened the door, stood inside, and someone closed the door after you. Then you could play with the objects on the table. Sometimes they would bring us cookies and milk while we stood there. I think I always knew this was a place that helped my Bubby, but I never saw him as anything other than the perfect brother.

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I will never forget driving up Murdoch Avenue one day. Bubby and I were sitting in the back seat and I could tell my mom was crying...though she tried very hard to hide it. When we got home, she asked us to go play and she went in her room for a while. Later, when she was tucking us into bed, I asked her what was wrong.

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“Oh, Sis...I just got some news today that was upsetting to me.”

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“What was it, Mommy? Are you sick?” One of our neighbors had something called “cancer” and I was very afraid my mommy would catch it. Daddy said she could.

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“No, sweetheart. You’re a big girl now. I can tell you. They told me today that your Bubby has Cerebral Palsy. They said he may never be able to drive a car or get a good job. He may be crippled his whole life.”

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I didn’t know what to say to my mom because my Bubby was the same he had always been. I was growing up, but I didn’t have a concept of what life might look like for my brother.

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After that, I was always my brother’s champion. I protected him from neighborhood bullies. I was one of the only people who could understand what he said. I interpreted for him and ran interference...so well, in fact, that I had to learn to back off a little so he could learn how to do things for himself. 

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He went as far in “special school” as he could...8th grade. It took him 12 years, but he finally earned his GED. He was so proud. We were so proud for him. They sent him away for “vocational training” but he wasn’t very successful at any of the jobs they tried to teach him...mainly because Mom insisted he come home every weekend. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to succeed. She just wanted him to be home where she had control over what he did and saw. 

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He worked in the Sheltered Workshop for 25 years or so, and when Mom retired, she found it easier to just keep him home with her. He was good company for her. She devoted her entire life to him...taking care of his every need.

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Then she died.

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He came to Colorado to live near me because, by the Grace of God, he was accepted into a wonderful program for adults who are “differently abled.” When I had the opportunity to come to West Virginia to live, I offered to “bring him home” with me. But he wouldn’t hear of it. He told me he has a life in Colorado...a life he never would have had if he had stayed in West Virginia. As a matter of fact, he told me one time...if I hadn’t have brought him to Colorado, he would be in a nursing home. And that is the God’s truth. He would have. He now enjoys as independent a life as he can live. He has a roommate. They have support staff come in frequently to make sure they are taking their medicine, check on their finances, get them to medical appointments, take them shopping, help them with meal planning. 

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He loves his roommate. He told me once that he never had a best friend before, but his roommate is his best friend. That warms my heart more than you can know. To rest secure in knowing he will always be taken care of, that he is happy and as healthy as he can be, that he has a happy and fulfilling life...well, that is such a blessing to me.

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My friend Jan shared this video on Facebook last night and I cried when I saw it. Just like I cry when I see someone who is differently abled and they succeed at something we so often take for granted. I know how hard it is to do “normal” things. I saw how much work my brother put into learning how to take care of himself, cook his meals, do his laundry, keep his room clean. To see these kids and young adults expressing themselves with joyous abandon...being exactly who they are...take me or leave me...just warmed the cockles of my heart.

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I’m missing my big brother and all my Colorado peeps something awful right now. As of the 3rd, it’s been a full year since I’ve seen them and I’ve never gone that long. I do not feel it is safe, or fair, to go visit them now. I certainly would not want to make any of my loved ones ill....especially my brother. He has become much more frail the last few years and I must protect him from all this if I can. I pray there will be a time soon when we can see each other. Until then, we will have to be satisfied with phone calls. 

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You can see the video HERE.   

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❤️

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“The Lord said to him, “Who gave human beings their mouths? Who makes them deaf or mute? Who gives them sight or makes them blind? Is it not I, the Lord? Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say.””

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Yesterday was a peaceful day. I made French Toast from my homemade sourdough bread for breakfast. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so divine as that. There is something wonderful about the texture of this bread that is only magnified when it’s coated with a slightly sweetened custard and fried to crispy perfection in one of my magical iron skillets. 

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I think I’m finally getting the feel for cooking in an iron skillet. I’ve always been a little heavy handed with the heat when I cook. Cast iron demands a gentler approach. There is a delicate balance between hot enough to fry crispy but not so hot as to burn food to the pan. That way, cleanup is much easier and you don’t need water and soap...two things that are deleterious to a well seasoned iron skillet. 

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When it comes time to clean my cast iron, I wait till it’s cooled down enough to handle without burning myself. I sprinkle in a scant tablespoon of coarse grained salt and a teaspoon or so of olive oil. Then I wad up a paper towel and scrub the inside of the skillet with the oily salt. You can feel when any bits of food have been removed because the surface will feel silky smooth under the salt. I take the skillet to the trash can and wipe all the dirty salt and food bits into the trash then wipe the inside of the pan with a clean paper towel and little bit more oil. Once the inside of the pan is done, I wipe down the outside and the handle with what’s left of the oil in the paper, then leave the skillet on the stove top. I have a gas stove. I have heard of people who have used cast iron on a glass cooking surface, but I wouldn’t recommend it. It’s too easy to scratch or break the cook top.

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Once the kitchen was clean, I set to work in the office again, copying the posts from 2015 and 2016 over to the blog. I’m at the point now where my aunt invited me to leave the farm and I struck out on my next adventure. A sweet friend left for Wyoming to take care of her grandchildren while her daughter was doing her student teaching and allowed me to stay in her loft apartment in exchange for watering her plants and bringing in the mail. 

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It’s really interesting to go back and read my earlier posts. It reminds me how hard grief was those first couple of years. And it shows my how much my life has changed...how much I have changed in the time since I arrived in West Virginia. I really want to get all the work from Facebook transferred over to my blog so it’s safely in one place. I invested a lot of blood, sweat, and tears in my writing these last seven plus years...I would certainly hate to lose any of it. It’s irreplaceable, actually.

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It has finally rained like crazy here off and on all day. Our garden will be so happy. I went out yesterday and found a few tomatoes that aren’t quite ripe, but something has been eating the low hanging ones. I imagine it’s the relentless bunnies I chase off only to find them right back a few hours later. I was trying to get a picture of how tall the tomato plants are but the only way to really do that by myself was a selfie with my hand raised up. As you can see, the plant is a good six inches beyond my reach...and I’m 5’6” tall! It’s crazy how much they’ve grown. 

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Here it is...the last day of July! How can that be possible? I promised Mr. FixIt we would go for a drive today. It’s time for an adventure. I’ll keep you posted!

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❤️

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“Try your best to live quietly, to mind your own business, and to work hard, just as we taught you to do. Then you will be respected by people who are not followers of the Lord, and you won't have to depend on anyone.”

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I received a phone call yesterday from my baby cousin. She was the one who lived far away and came to visit us several times when we were growing up. She’s had her hands full...caring for her mom, my favorite auntie. And for her husband, who has been ill for quite some time. They are young...not quite sixty. I remember the first time I got to see her. She couldn’t quite walk and my aunt had her dressed in the sweetest little outfit with a matching coat. Her little curls stuck out from under the edges of the matching bonnet.

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We were all smitten with our “Trinket”, as Grandma called her. She was like a china doll and we didn’t even mind that Grandma paid all her attention to this little one. We knew she was special. Anyway...she called yesterday. Her beloved husband passed in his sleep Sunday night. My heart breaks for her because I know what she is going through. I know what she has ahead of her. I pray for her comfort and peace. I know she is very strong and capable and she will get through this. I just hate it for her.

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When I look back at pictures of us all those many years ago, we had no idea what was going to happen to us in our lives. She is now the third of us cousins to lose a spouse. Grandma lost her only love when she was sixty-five. She showed us girls how to live through that with strength and dignity and courage.

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There are so many faces of grief. It isn’t just the death of a person that grieves us. We can feel just as deep grief whether the source is a person, place, or thing. I’ve been grieving a potential loss the last couple of years knowing my beloved family farm will not always be “mine”. My uncle owns it and he is aging now. He cannot keep coming to fix it or put the money into it forever, so the time will come. 

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I was grieving that more this week since the tree came down and the house needed fixing. It made the “eventuality” come closer to the forefront. I have to admit, I became distraught over it. Then “Trinket” lost her husband and God whispered...”All things must come to an end and come Home to me.” 

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We can make all the plans we want. We can have dreams and adventures. And in the end, our best gift is the memories we made with the time we were given. I’ve been having a lot of fun with this baking and gardening and canning. And, as soon as that settles down, my focus is back on writing. I’m going to write the story of...The Farm: A Story of Love and Land. I’ll gather pictures and stories from everyone and we’ll have a book for the family to read and remember. Then we’ll have a grand reunion and say a proper goodbye to this home of my heart. 

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I have no idea how much time I have exactly for this project, but I’m giving myself a year. That should be plenty. And it will help ease my dependence on the old house. Someday she will not be ours...she will belong to another family. But, she will always and forever be the home of my heart.

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❤️

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“My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest. Though hail flattens the forest and the city is leveled completely, how blessed you will be, sowing your seed by every stream, and letting your cattle and donkeys range free.”

\nIsaiah 32:18-20 NIV\n
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The is the first year since I moved back to West Virginia that I am staying home all summer. I usually spend a month in Colorado with my kids, but Covid and Mr. FixIt’s health put a damper on that. So, the commitment to grow a garden took hold in the spring and...here we are. I gathered a handful of peppers off the three pepper plants yesterday. Peppers aren’t my favorite thing, but I wanted to put some banana pepper rings in my zucchini pickles this year to give them a little zing and there were several plants marked down at the greenhouse. Something happened to the labels, so it was anybody’s guess what kind of peppers I would end up with. It’s fun to take a chance once in a while, right?

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The zucchini and yellow squash are really getting big so I’m definitely going to pick them today and get those pickles in the jars before I run out of luck and one of my nocturnal visitors decides they’re hungry. The Passion Flowers are blooming as they climb up the old chain link fence.

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When I saw this meme the other day, I laughed. It’s so true. Growing anything is empowering. I remember all the times I had a garden in Colorado and how hard it was to grow much of anything. But, tomatoes? Lands...you could grow a tomato in the worst little square foot of soil and get at least enough to satisfy some of your cravings. I tilled and dug, planted and weeded, and watered those tomato plants and I was lucky if they came up to my waist. We have tomato plants out here in this garden that are taller than me...by a good foot and a half! The Romas are really putting on fruit fast now. They will be great for canning stewed tomatoes. The Big Boys and Better Boys are doing very well. There are some that are as big as baseballs now. There are some other varieties out there, but Mr. FixIt never saves the labels so other than the Romas, I don’t know what the others are.

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It has been so terribly hot here...and sticky with humidity. Once it hits 10:30 or so in the morning, it’s really difficult to do much of anything. I’m still having to water 2-3 times a day to keep the garden from frying. Thank goodness we had a couple of rain showers pass through last evening. We dropped over twenty degrees in a matter of an hour or two. Now it will be even more humid today, but we have to take the rain when we can get it. We do have some little pumpkins setting on. I’m looking forward to harvesting some “Wedding Pumpkins”. These are grown from seed salvaged from the pumpkins that decorated our wedding nearly two years ago.

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Our ground is getting cracks in it. West Virginia soil has a lot of clay in it and when it dries out, it contracts leaving great cracks and fissures. I remember one year I came home in the summer to visit and there had been a really long hot and dry spell. The ground out at the farm had cracks in it that were 2-3 inches across. It’s not that bad here...yet. Maybe this little bit of rain we got will bring some of the grass back. We haven’t mowed in over two weeks here at the Ponderosa.

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I hope you had a good weekend and that you are staying safe and healthy.

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❤️

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“The hardworking farmer should be the first to receive a share of the crops.”

\n2 Timothy 2:6 NIV\n
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I’m still eating my way through the pandemic. Pandemic Pounds are justifiable...things are sucky...eat ice cream...liberally. The variety du jour is Cookies and Cream. *swoon* Maybe I’ll get the ice cream freezer out and make some homemade! Of course...I’ll have to find the ice cream freezer first. *sigh*

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It continues to be hot and sticky here in West Virginia. And one of the true upsides of that is...the grass has gone dormant. Well, it’s really more like...it’s gone crispy. Seriously, whereas just three weeks ago, you could sit and watch the grass grow, now there are large areas in the lawn that crunch under your feet when you walk. The only thing that seems to be growing in the lawn is the flowers on the clover. They pick their little heads up and the honeybees glide from one to another all day long. When it’s like this, we really don’t have to mow nearly as often. It’s been almost two weeks here at the Ponderosa and it still doesn’t need it. It’s been the same amount of time at the farm, but it is cooler there and in a holler so we mowed it yesterday morning before the sun got things too toasty. 

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As I walked out of the house to go to the car, I heard a noise I didn’t recognize. I stood stock still and listened, running the sound through my memory banks. It was metallic but it wasn’t mechanical, per se. Was it coming from inside the house? Was it the sliding closet doors in the guest bedroom when Mr. FixIt was looking for a clean shirt? Suddenly, I heard it again and I knew what it was. The live trap! I’ve been trying to catch the really big raccoon that kept bending the trap up and escaping. The trap was set for the last few evenings with no results. Till yesterday morning.

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There he was...in all his splendor! A brute of a raccoon. As I approached the trapped, I spoke softly to him, but he rammed himself into the cage, snarling and spitting at me. He was a monster! I picked up the cage by the handle and it had to weigh twenty pounds, at least. I had to hold the cage out away from me because he kept reaching his almost human-like foot out to get at me. We put him in the back of the truck, loaded the tractor up on the trailer, and headed to the farm. There is a pull-off out a two-lane country road on our way to the farm. It’s right on a river. There are no houses in the immediate vicinity...just a lot of countryside and hills. The perfect habitat for an errant raccoon who does not need to be eating my garden.

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We lifted the cage out gently and set the opening towards the woods with the river beyond. Mr. FixIt had a long pole with which to gently urge the critter away from us, should he decide to come after us. I needed to open the cage, but didn’t necessarily want my hands near the opening. I happened to have a pair of loppers in the truck and I was able to hold onto the trap door and open it from a couple of feet away. We needn’t have been worried. As soon as there was an inch of space between that door and the trap, the raccoon took off like a shot into the tall grass, running down towards the riverbank.

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Mr. FixIt and I congratulated ourselves on a humane transfer. Many people “dispatch” raccoons because they get into the chickens and gardens. It’s a country life...and varmints are often taken care of rather than go to the trouble of trapping them and moving them to other places. I have been known to do the same, but as I get older, and my heart gets softer, I let them live another day.

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So, we had the raccoon. I found another beautiful bright orange box turtle when I was mowing. I only moved him out of the way of the blades. We saw some gorgeous birds...Cedar Waxwings. I don’t believe I have ever seen them before. They were hanging out down by the locks on Wednesday evening. They have a little tuft of feathers on the top like a Cardinal. But their feathers are so smooth and sleek with distinctive markings on their backs, wings, and tails. I was thrilled to see them. (The pictures of the bird and the turtle were lifted from the internet.)

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I love how the flowers at the farm change during the summer. This weeks’ beauties are a beautiful scarlet-colored “Bee Balm” on the bank by the driveway. And the beautiful lavender “Rose of Sharon” over on the creek-bank at the corner of the house. My heart sings every time I get to go out there.

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We were done and back home before noon and spent the rest of the day in quieter pursuits in order to stay cool. We are trying to stay on top of the watering to keep the garden going. Right now it’s twice a day. We truly need rain...a good soaking rain. I need to mulch the garden but I don’t want to use pine needle mulch or anything toxic. I have a huge roll of craft paper. I’m going to put a couple of layers out between the rows of tomatoes to try to keep some of this precious moisture in the ground.

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❤️

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“I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.”

\nSong of Songs 2:1 NIV\n
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Last fall, when I was on the journey chasing the sun with the Girl Camper Raffle R-Pod, one of the first places I stayed was Calhoun County Park. This is a 200 acre park with a renovated Historic Village, a campground with only eight sites, and a designated “dark sky stargazing area”. That means, there are no streetlights or floodlights in the park and the surrounding area is very rural. When it gets dark, it’s “can’t see your hands in front of your face” dark. 

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When I heard there was a comet in the area, I told Mr. FixIt I wanted to go for a drive over there to look for it. The sky was clear and the Milky Way splashed its cotton candy cloud of stars and noble gases across the indigo dome above us. We watched the sun set and the stars pop out one by one. I saw something but decided it was just a cloud. We didn’t even know which direction to look. So, we turned our chairs to see the darker side of the sky. 

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We saw the International Space Station go over. And satellites. We heard frogs and a whippoorwill and something rattling around in the woods. There were lightning bugs and the occasional whine of a mosquito in our ears. But, alas...no comet. By 10:30, we called it quits. The park is nearly an hour from home and it had been a long day. We gathered our chairs and as I was folding them, the man parked nearby asked us if we saw the comet. When we said no, he and his wife showed us where it was and handed us a pair of binoculars. And, sure enough...there it was! 

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Comet Neowise. 

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I gasped when I saw it. I saw the Hale-Bopp Comet when I was in Salt Lake City. This one was so much bigger. A little harder to see with the naked eye...but that thing I thought was a cloud was actually the comet. If you look straight at it, it’s hard to see. But if you look just to one side, you can easily see it. And you can definitely see it with a pair of good binoculars. We thanked the couple profusely and headed back home.

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It was a really great day all the way around. I made a scratch pizza. Cleaned the pool. Watered the garden. And saw a comet that won’t be back around for 6,800 years. Not something you get to do everyday.

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❤️

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“He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.”

\nPsalms 147:3 NIV\n
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I was chilling out on the couch last evening, watching the news when I realized...today is Friday. I remarked how quickly the weeks seem to be flying by. And, in other ways...it seems like we’ve been in this Covid mess for-ev-er! I can tell time is passing because my garden gets bigger every day. The “Day ___” here on my blog is getting higher every day. And if I don’t quit eating a whole pie (with Mr. FixIt’s help, of course) in a day’s time, I’m going to be as big as the broad side of a barn.

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I went out to the farm yesterday to work on the taxes. As I expected, the internet went out at the house, so I saved myself a great deal of frustration by going out there. I tried the air conditioner again and it doesn’t work. Now it’s so late in the season, I don’t know if I’ll be able to find a new one, but I’ll look. 

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Mr. FixIt ran errands in town without me yesterday. He needed to stop and get something to eat in a hurry, and even though we’ve talked about not eating at fast food till this crisis is over, he stopped at Popeye’s to get a chicken sandwich. As he sat at the window, he watched the girl handle the money, then put the lid on his drink, and grab the bag of food...all without a mask or gloves. Now, our governor issued a mandate on Tuesday that masks indoors were mandatory...and I would certainly think everyone in food service would be wearing them. When the girl brought the food to the carry out window, Mr. FixIt held his hand up.

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“I’m sorry...I am not going to take that food.” 

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“Really? Why not?”

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“Well, you aren’t wearing gloves. You aren’t wearing a mask. You handled money, and you put the lid on my drink without sanitizing your hands. I don’t want this.”

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“What am I supposed to do with it?”

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“Unfortunately, that’s not my problem. The governor mandated masks and all food service workers should wear gloves.”

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And, with that...he drove away. He called me later and said, “I did a thing. You’re going to be so proud of me.” And I am. I know it’s not easy for him to be cross with people, but these are extenuating circumstances. I suggested he go to a grocery store and get a little lunch meat and bread and make himself a couple of sandwiches, which is exactly what he did. We’ll call the manager and the customer complaint line today. We don’t want anyone to lose their jobs, but this was unacceptable, given the circumstances.

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There is just so much going on at once. I think that’s why it feels like the time is flying by. The discussion about returning to school is very concerning for me. We have grandchildren who are still in school. My daughter is a teacher in an inner city high school in the Denver Metro area. I am not afraid of the virus for us. We stay home mostly and when we do go out, it’s always with masks and we carry hand sanitizer and wipes with us at all times. But the kids going back to school? That worries me. 

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The governor of Florida said...if you can go to Walmart, if you can go to Lowe’s...we can make school work. Yeah...ok. But, when I go to Lowe’s or Walmart, I don’t go five days in a row and stay for seven hours crammed in a small classroom with thirty other children...many of whom will be fighting wearing a mask. There are so many variables. I know children need socialization, but look at it this way. The vast majority of Americans went to school every day to be socialized and to learn how to get along well with others. How is that working so far? 

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I don’t know what the answers are. But I can tell you this...if my children were still in school, I think I’d be homeschooling them. I wish I had something better to offer. I wish there was a time machine we could either go back in time and fix things, or go forward and bypass all this.

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I caught a huge raccoon in my live trap sometime during the night. So huge that he bent the trap door and got out. I found it first thing yesterday morning. So much for that idea. I guess I’ll be sharing the garden with the critters after all. I did do something good yesterday. I was coming home from the farm and about to turn onto our road when I saw a box turtle trying to cross the road. It was “rush hour” meaning there’s twenty more cars an hour going by. I pulled off the road and stopped the truck, jumped out, and save the little guy before he got smushed on the pavement. I hopped back in the truck and crossed to road and into our driveway. Then I carried the turtle down to the end of the farm field and let it go near the creek...where I let the other one go. Maybe they’ll be friends!

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We have the same breath...those animals and me. 

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❤️

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“I also said to myself, “As for humans, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals. Surely the fate of human beings is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; humans have no advantage over animals. Everything is meaningless. All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. Who knows if the human spirit rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?” So I saw that there is nothing better for a person than to enjoy their work, because that is their lot. For who can bring them to see what will happen after them?”

\nEcclesiastes 3:18-22 NIV\n
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Oh, this is my absolute favorite time of the year...when you can go outside and sit at night. It’s warm, it’s clear, there aren’t too many bugs. And, when there’s a great big moon? That is just a bonus to me.

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We went to the farm yesterday and mowed. We were prepared to stay all night, but the window AC stopped working out there and it was hotter than a firecracker...pun intended. I made a nice meal and packed up the truck. And as soon as the mowing and trimming was done, we loaded up the tractor and headed home. 

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There was the obligatory stop for ice cream, though. I mean, it’s summer. The nights are warm. We were hot and sticky from mowing. We DESERVED ice cream, right?

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Even though we live on a busy two-lane county road, it is relatively quiet out here. Unlike when I lived in Denver, you don’t have a constant background hum of traffic when you sit out. I love the space we have created out by the pool. When the moonlight dances off the roof of the big building out back and reflects on the water, I get a little chill up my spine.

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I always dreamed of this place. To have land to stretch out on. To grow vegetables by my own hands. When I downsized and left Colorado, I truly thought the rest of my born days would be spent living in my camper...my tiny home on wheels. My grief-addled brain didn’t let me see what would happen when time passed and the camper would inevitably wear out. It didn’t allow me to fully comprehend what it meant to sell everything and leave...never to return.

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I don’t regret the choices I have made. When I thought I lost everything, I didn’t realize God had even bigger plans for me. I didn’t realize what was coming in the form of one of my oldest and dearest friends. And now, here we are with the wonderful life together. Mr. FixIt and I have this amazing view...whenever we want to take the time to look at it. Sometimes I have to shake my head in disbelief that it’s really MY life.

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I remember all those summers when I flew home to West Virginia to see my family. I remember this one particular summer night. I was driving through the country, the windows rolled down, the wind in my hair...my elbow resting on the car door as I drove. I reached my hand out into the hot August night and felt the velvety humidity rushing through my fingers. The moon was full, much like last night, and the trees and bushes squatted like bullfrogs ready to jump over each other as I drove by.

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Yes, after Spring, this is my very favorite time of the year. The richness of life is palpable. The problems of the world fade into the background. Virus? What virus? There’s a lunar eclipse to gaze upon. Hatred and intolerance? What hatred and intolerance? There are night sounds to listen to. 

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Tomorrow is another day...let us not waste this one for it is truly a gift.

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❤️

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“Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.”

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Oh....it’s July. I feel like we should be peeking around the corner very carefully...you know, just in case it’s a trap!

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So, I went to the doctor yesterday. All the usual precautions...wear a mask, don’t arrive more than fifteen minutes before your appointment, practice social distancing, no one can come with you. No problem...this was my “Great Escape”....my master plan for getting a few hours on my own.

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They took my temp, asked me the questions...Have you traveled outside the country in the past fourteen days? I wish! Have you had a fever, cough, or difficulty breathing? Nope. Have you been around anyone diagnosed with Covid-19? No, I haven’t been around anyone but Mr. FixIt since February...that’s why I’m at the doctor ALONE! I feel kinda like I did the first time my last child went to school. Yippeeeeee!

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Lorri called me back and we exchanged the usual pleasantries. She finally got a little time off. My feet and legs aren’t hurting as much. She’s been having some neck pain. I’ve been trying to get three hours to myself. You know...girl stuff. Then...she took me down the hall...to the dreaded scale.

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Now, if you have been reading this blog at all for the last four months, you know that I have been obsessed with baking. Sourdough, homemade pizza, tofu, biscuits, English muffins, jam, apple pie, yoghurt. Comfort foods like fried potatoes and cookies and grilled cheese. Outings for ice cream. Hokey smokes...I’ve been doing the walk of shame from the refrigerator to the recliner for months! I was really, REALLY dreading this. But...what can you do? It’s gotta be done, I suppose.

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I was shocked.

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I gained one pound. Sixteen little ounces!

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Dodged a bullet there. 

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During my seven or so hours on my own, I went to Sam’s and Walmart and the Post Office. I stopped and got Mr. FixIt a drink and waited outside PT for the last five minutes so I could give it to him. I mean, I was driving right by...and I knew he would appreciate a cold drink after they worked him hard in there. Yeah...I’m such a softie. What can I say...I love the big lug!

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While I was out driving around, I was still trying to figure out what went wrong with my sourdough on Monday. I went through all the steps trying to figure out what was different when it struck me. The last time I bought unbleached flour, it was the the only kind they had at the Piggly Wiggly...the store brand. Cheap, yes...but who knows how old or what quality it was or even if it really WAS unbleached. You have to used unbleached flour or the wild yeasts are killed by the residual chlorine in the flour. As I was thinking back, I realized the last couple of weeks, my sourdough starter hasn’t been as robust as it had been. That had to be it. I bought some King Arthur’s Unbleached All Purpose Flour at the store, came home, and fed the starter and...BAM! Bubbly and active. I love science!

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Once the groceries were put away, I spent over an hour out in the pool. Now...that was heavenly! It was 90℉ and sticky humid. I vacuumed and skimmed the pool and floated around and gazed upon my surroundings. God and I had a long talk and I apologized that I hadn’t been spending enough time with him of late. I thanked him for every single thing I set my eyes on. And then...I thanked him so much for giving me the greatest guy a gal could ever want when he set Mr. FixIt in my path.

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Seven little hours. One little pound. 

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It was a really great day.

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❤️

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“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.”

\nPsalms 51:10-12 NIV\n
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I don’t understand it. My kitchen looks like I’ve cooked a meal for the 101st Airborne when I’m done making....anything. Egg sandwich? Clean the range. Thanksgiving Dinner? Disaster! Bake two loaves of bread, make a double batch of tofu, and a summer pasta salad and I have to run the dishwasher AND wash the dishes and run a load of dishtowels! And clean every surface, the sinks, and the floor. It’s ridiculous! I keep looking for the Kitchen Fairy to come and clean but so far, no luck.

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The thing I love about the sourdough recipe from Tartine’s is how foolproof it is. The detail in their cookbook and the abundance of step by step photographs really simplify what sometimes feels like a daunting task. I always wanted to try sourdough, but I was always a little intimidated. It all seemed so incredibly complicated. I especially love how the book teaches you about the dough’s characteristics and how to treat it with care. This is not a dough that you pound and knead. This is something you develop a relationship with. 

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The dough is very wet. The first step combines nothing but water, fLour, and your leaven (the sourdough starter/flour/water combo. You only stir it with your hands until the flour is moistened. Then you let it rest. You add even more water with salt in it by squeezing the dough around gently. You cover and let rise for thirty minutes. You don’t knead it. You gently lift it up and fold it over on itself, give the bowl a quarter turn, and lift and fold again. In the first two hours of rising, you do this every 30 minutes. You can actually see the character of the dough change with each gentle folding. I love the feel of the dough. You can feel the life in it. I’ve never felt that when baking bread before. This is an experience.

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Once you get through all the steps, you can shape the round loaves in a towel lined bowl and pop them in the fridge overnight. I took it out at 8:00 yesterday morning and had two loaves of fresh, hot sourdough by 10:00. Once the loaves cooled, they went in an airtight storage container to soften overnight. Today, it will be a whole lot easier to cut the round loaf in half than it would have been yesterday. I’m taking some over to the former Mrs. FixIt this morning. She sent us three jars of homemade jam last week.

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Today is our big trip into town for shopping and errands. Too many errands to count, really. I’m glad yesterday was pretty low key. Tomorrow is PT for Mr. FixIt and a trip to the farm to mow and do laundry. And the beat goes on...

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❤️

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“Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ.”

\nEphesians 5:21 NIV\n
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#Homemaking, #Sourdough, #Tofu

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My heart has taken such a beating in the last few weeks. Covid, killings, riots, politics, strokes...hokey smokes, it’s been crazy. Then, I go on Facebook to see the kids’ pictures and the violence is escalating. I went through my feed yesterday like a woman with her hair on fire. I’ve always been one to try to see both sides. And I find myself failing at that. I find myself sassing back and that is not the person I want to be. It is not the person God intended for me to be. So I went through my feed and if it stirred anger in me, I blocked posts from that site. That way, it won’t show up on my feed anymore when one of my friends share it on theirs. There were a few that I have tolerated unkind and flat out mean behaviors from and I just gave up and hit “Snooze for 30 Days”. I can’t do it. I won’t do it.

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Kindness matters. The kindest thing I could do...for them or myself...was to back away. Let them rant on their own pages. Maybe they’ll still be there after 30 days. Maybe they won’t. Maybe the 30 days will pass and I’ll find I didn’t miss that particular contact in my life. You know, just because you were friends fifty or sixty years ago in school doesn’t mean you grew up to have the same ideals, the same values, the same goals. I love my friends, don’t get me wrong. But there are sometimes very good reasons you didn’t stay in touch all those years beyond the lack of social media. 

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I’ve reconnected with people from my past that wouldn’t give me the time of day in high school. We ran in different circles. We lived under different economic circumstances. Maybe they were really shy and I just thought they were stuck up. For whatever reason, there are some that I have become extraordinarily close to. And, on the opposite end of the spectrum, there are those I truly loved and when I met them as adults, they weren’t the kind, loving people I thought they were. Life is hard. It wears us down. I don’t know what traumas went on in people’s lives between then and now. I just know when something isn’t healthy and, all sentimentality aside, I don’t need that in my life. No one does.

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The number of friends I have on social media is not the metage of my worth. Granted, I wasn’t the most popular girl in school so when Facebook first came out, I was pretty jazzed to find myself with so many “friends”. But, as my late Aunt Peeps said, I was talking to my “pretend friends” much of the time. There are different categories of friends and some are really nothing more than acquaintances. It’s ok to thin the herd a little when it is hurting you.

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If it were not for this blog, I would probably have backed away from Facebook years ago. But now I have skin in the game. Now I have a calling from God to share my stories and life experiences because somewhere out there, others are going through tough things too and it helps a lot to know you aren’t alone. That someone out there “gets you”. I share what God presses on my heart. Sometimes he’s quiet and all I have to talk about is baking bread or a story from these West Virginia hills of my youth. Other times, like now...he tells me to speak about kindness.

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It is SO incredibly easy to see all this chaos and think the world is all bad and it just isn’t. The media isn’t falling all over themselves to show you all the kind things. They’re out there...the kind people. And, if you can’t find one...

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then BE one.

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❤️ 

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“Whoever despises his neighbor is a sinner, but blessed is he who is generous to the poor.”

\nProverbs 14:21 ESV\n
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#Kindness, #Generosity, #Love 

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It’s my birthday. I hardly remembered. Last year, I celebrated my “Birthday Month”. Last week, Mr. FixIt said quietly...”Your birthday is coming up. What would you like?” I didn’t know what to say. Usually I have a list of fun things I’d like. Experiences mostly. But this year it is almost like, “Really? It’s here already? I hadn’t really thought about it.”

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Birthdays have always been really big for me, but not this year. There’s so much going on in the world. So many distractions. So many sad stories and heartaches. So much angst and anxiety. How can I even consider celebrating anything as base as the day of my birth? As the day crept closer, I gave it a lot of thought and decided I wanted a Lodge Combo Cooker and the cookbook by Robertson called Tartine Bread. I am bound and determined to master the art of baking with sourdough. Baking gives me peace and brings a deep satisfaction as the smells the sourdough starter transforms to a crusty chunk of heaven in my oven.

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Between the doctor visits and physical therapy and mowing at two properties, my birthday almost feels like an afterthought this year. So I made a decision last night as I wrote this. We are going to the farm today to mow. I want to spend my birthday there...maybe even staying overnight. Then, after online church on Sunday...I’m spending the day in my kitchen, hopefully creating the perfect loaf of sourdough bread.

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I need this. I had a little mini meltdown Thursday night. Stress had been building up and we had an unexpected medical appointment added for yesterday. I never let myself think about the “what ifs”. I don’t find it productive nor necessarily helpful. For some weird reason, all I could think about Thursday evening was all the bad things that could happen with my sweetheart’s health and I quickly got swamped with anxiety. 

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The grief from losing Mr. Virgo settled in the pit of my stomach. Whenever I am faced with anything like a health scare, my stomach expresses its great displeasure by rejecting its contents. When Mr. FixIt came to bed, I had to tell him I was having one of my “bad nights”. He knows what that means. Usually I’m either up all night, or up and down all night...neither of which is conducive to him getting much rest. So, this time I elected to sleep out in the camper. I was only fifty feet from him and I kept the sound up on my phone in case he needed me. And I retreated to the “Mother Ship”...my TOW-Wanda...my little sanctuary on wheels. Where I can cry or pound a pillow or yell at God in peace. 

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As always, Joy cometh in the morning, and I was perfectly fine by the break of dawn. I laid there for a while, watching the black of night turn to the deep purple of first light. Gradually, more and more pink was added till the hint of turquoise splashed across my view of the far hill. The air was chilled with the freshness of the morning dew. The mockingbird picked up her song with the first hint of light and I took inventory of my spirit. I utilized every tool in my toolbox just as I have learned. And I heavily relied on Jesus to come sit with me and comfort me. I wrapped my fuzzy blanket around my shoulders to ward off the morning chill and pretended it was the wings of my Guardian Angel there to protect me from any anxiety that might try to be whispered into my existence as the day progressed.

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I never know when a bad night is going to occur. I never know how it’s going to affect me. Will I be strong and commanding? Or withered and anxiety stricken? I am grateful the storms are very few and far between these days. And, I know that no matter how bad it feels...it’s just a feeling and feelings have so far never killed me. 100% of the time. I know it’s ok to not be ok sometimes...and, I’m ok now. After all...it’s my birthday!

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❤️

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“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭118:24‬ ‭ESV‬‬\n
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One of the things I missed the most when I lived in Colorado was grand thunderstorms. Lighting flashing and thunder crashing, echoing through the hills and valleys as a storm passes through always brings a warm feeling to my heart. One of my earliest memories of 1st grade was sitting at my desk in the old school building with the huge windows down one wall. The sky was nearly as dark as night and great flashes of lightning arced through the clouds. Soon, fat raindrops started hitting the windows...first here, then there...till the glass was covered with a torrent of rain that blurred the view of the neighborhood beyond. 

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I remember I had a piece of construction paper on my desk and was drawing with colored chalk. I loved drawing with chalk. I loved the smell, the feel of the dust on my fingers, the way you could blend the colors. I felt like a real artist because all I had ever used up till then was a small box of crayons and a No. 2 pencil. When I experience a thunderstorm, I’m transported back to the safety of 1st grade when my biggest concern was which color to use next.

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Yesterday was another really hot and humid day. While I thought for sure we were not going to have to go to town, we ended up having to make the trip anyway. We forgot to pick up Mr. FixIt’s medicine on Tuesday and we needed to pay our personal property taxes. There’s something I don’t get. We have to pay taxes every year for things we already bought and paid taxes on. It aggravates me every time I pay them. We didn’t have that in Colorado. Anyway, once the sun started to drop below the far hill, I went out and mowed the back fenced-in yard around the pool and Mr. FixIt ran the weed eater. When we were done, we jumped in the pool to cool off. What a treat for our labors. I ran Mr. FixIt through his water exercises and we got out about a half hour before the storm hit. 

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I find it fascinating that I can pick up my phone an look at live Doppler radar and watch a storm approaching. My grandma could sit on the front porch, listen to the wind and watch the leaves on the trees and know a storm was imminent. When she got older, she could tell by the joints in her hands when the rain was coming. I’m beginning to be able to do that, too. All day yesterday, I kept getting sharp pains in the joints in my hands and the storm came by 10:00pm. I always thought it was interesting when I saw myself turning into my mother. Now I’m seeing myself turn into my grandma. It’s pretty cool, actually.

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The rain came in sheets and the thunder rolled all around me as I was writing this. It was such a welcome break from the pain I’ve been feeling in my heart with all the sadness in the world lately. I have this constant feeling that the tears are just above my heart...that I’m constantly choking them back. It’s grief...just as surely as any grief I’ve felt before. I’m grieving for so many things lost. And right in the middle of it, I can prop myself up against the pillow at the headboard of my bed, close my eyes, and let the storm that rages on the outside soothe my heart on the inside. Maybe thunder is the language of angels.

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❤️

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“Father, glorify your name!” Then a voice came from heaven, “I have glorified it, and will glorify it again.” The crowd that was there and heard it said it had thundered; others said an angel had spoken to him.”

\nJohn 12:28-29\n
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Land’s sakes...it was so hot yesterday, you could have fried an egg on the sidewalk. We had a couple of appointments in town with an hour and a half in between, so we rand a few errands. I was out pumping gas at Sam’s and carried the trash around the end of the truck to the can nearby. I had to walk out of the shade into the sun and it was searingly hot. Not only that, with our humidity level, the heat index was around 100℉. Brutal.

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When we got home around 3:30, I realized we left the house AC off and it took forever to catch up and cool it off. Then, of course, I had to cook supper. When I stopped in Kroger on Monday to pick up a couple things, the first thing I saw was green tomatoes. I totally missed the whole fried green tomato thing last year because I was gone so much. I picked up two and headed to the seafood department. I chose a good sized swordfish steak. I don’t eat swordfish that much because I prefer it fresh and you can seldom find it here. I noticed a tray with garlic, sliced citrus, pats of butter, and sprigs of herbs. I asked the clerk if that was available to add to the fish you buy. He said he could put anything on it I wanted and he would pop it in a microwave bag with instructions on the bottom. OMGosh! How easy is that? I had him add lemon pepper, lemon slices, two pats of butter, and a sprig of rosemary. 

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When it was time for supper last night, my kitchen was already hot so I couldn’t stand the thought of heating it up any more. I mixed up a simple beer batter (1/2 beer, 1/2 all purpose flour), whisked it till smooth, coated each slice of green tomato on both sides then dredged them in stone ground corn meal. I fried them in my Griswold iron skillet that I bought at a steam engine show a couple of years ago. The fish was done in four minutes in the microwave and it was perfect. The fried green tomatoes were the best I’ve ever made. I didn’t add salt to the batter and they really needed salt at the table, but other than that, they were perfect.

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I am excited that we don’t have to go anywhere today. It seems like there’s something every single day that takes us here and there. I didn’t think after the lockdown that I would miss staying at home, but I do. In the same breath, I miss getting out in my camper and traveling around the country. I miss my Colorado family. We missed our spring beach trip this year. But, we are doing what we need to do right now. It won’t last forever and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be doing life with than this guy. 

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❤️

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“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.”

\nProverbs 31:27 NIV\n
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A few years ago, a clerk at the swimming pool supply store gave Mr. FixIt a handy dandy little trick to keep from having to empty so much water from the pool in the winter. It was supposed to keep the skimmer from freezing. Unfortunately, it didn’t work and the skimmer cracked. Being the frugal fixit man my husband is, he managed to jury rig the whole thing and get another four years use out of it. He’s a smart man. But, alas...the time came when we couldn’t keep it together with spit and glue anymore and we bit the bullet. We bought a new one.

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Now, in my old life as a Princess, I would have just called the pool guy, ordered a skimmer, and have him come out and install it. I always justified those expenses by figuring out how long it would take me to do it multiplied by how much I valued my time. I valued my time a LOT. Nowadays, we have nothing BUT time, and being the frugal fixit man that he is, we set to installing the skimmer ourselves yesterday. 

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With a break during the hottest part of the day, I’d say it took us a good five to six hours to install that baby. It’s made well, and all the parts were there, but I could NOT turn the screws when it came time to put it together. I tried and tried. I grunted and may have said a naughty word or two. Mr. FixIt wasn’t helping when he said, “Just turn it!”

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I looked at him and informed him he was getting dangerously close to doing this entire job by himself. Finally, I took the two pieces apart and looked in the holes. They were not threaded. Mr. FixIt took the drill and drove the screws into the holes to pre-thread them. When we tried the second time, they went in much easier. However, I couldn’t get the leverage I needed to drive them all the way in. I knew the only way this was going to work was for one of us to get in the pool to be in the right position.

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There was no way I was going to let my husband get down in that water. Not only would there be the balance issues from last weekend’s stroke, but there was the issue of the water that had not been cleaned yet. I couldn’t risk him getting an infection in his feet or legs. So...I said, let’s have a good dinner, then I can get in there and we’ll whip this thing out.

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I pulled the pork roast out of the oven and as it set, I steamed some broccoli, made a bowl of coleslaw, and sautéed the remaining mushrooms that were nearing their final days. We enjoyed our meal out on the pool deck, admiring the new pergola we built this spring and yet again congratulating ourselves for being so smart to buy it. It really keeps the temperature down at the table. After supper, we drove over to town to get a little ice cream for dessert.

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It was finally time to get in the pool and get this done. It was SO cold. The pool thermometer said “Lo”. I asked Mr. FixIt how low was “Lo”. He had no idea. I’ll tell you what...I know! “Lo” means “Darned Cold”! But this was exactly the position I needed to be in to put my weight behind it and it was no time till we were done. The seal around the skimmer was water tight and there were no more leaks. Eureka! I did a little happy dance and Mr. FixIt laughed.

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“Get out of there before you get hypothermia!”

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I love the sense of accomplishment that comes with doing a good job. And I love that I have a patient husband that is willing to teach me these things. Having these strokes has brought us a sense of urgency in getting jobs done and teaching me how to do everything around here. It’s all part of the whole “Autumn” thing.

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Sitting in the bedroom with the windows wide open and writing is the peaceful ending I crave to every day. It is my meditation time. I love hearing the frogs and the night noises and the tapping of my keyboard. It is the rhythm of my life.

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❤️

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“When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.”

\nProverbs 3:24 NIV\n
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Days of unexpected loss. We all get them. We never know when the next one will strike. Yesterday was just such a day. We started out the day with another trip to the Emergency Room for what appears to be another small stroke for my beloved Mr. FixIt. I had a taste of what if feels like for those desperately frightened family members who drop their loved ones off at the ER door then drive off. Or, in my case...drive to the parking lot and sit. All day. 

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I hugged him goodbye, then went to the truck and cried. I couldn’t leave him. What if he needed me? What if something happened and I had to get there in a hurry. I couldn’t be a half hour away. I just couldn’t. So, I sat there waiting for a text or a call. They kept him overnight and I should be able to take him home this morning, thank God. This is another dodged bullet. We never, ever know what the day will bring.

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Just as I was finally ready to leave and head home, I received a text from my cousin. 

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“Call me.”

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My aunt had just passed away at 4:45. My cousin had spent several hours a day the last week sitting with her and holding her hand. She was with her when she took her last breath and I am grateful she didn’t die alone. 

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I called her “Auntzilla” to my inner circle. She was a bear and never really liked me much, even when I was a little girl. She may have been cantankerous in her old age, but that woman did a lot of good things for people in her lifetime. I will never forget the year when Hubby #2 was in medical school. We literally had nothing. One day, after a particularly rough day at work, I walked up the stoop to our house to find a big box from Aunt Peeps. I opened it and went through it slowly. It was clothes. Not new ones, but nice ones. Aunt Peeps was very fond of expensive clothes but was a bigger fan of a bargain. She bought good stuff on sale and hung onto it till someone she knew needed a boost. Then she’d mail them a box.

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When I picked up the first piece, I ran my fingers down the fabric to admire the quality. I felt something in the pocket and reached in. Money! In the pocket of each piece of clothing there was a crisp new $20 bill for a total of $200! That was more money than I had seen in a very long time and was sorely needed. She loaned me her car when I came for visits so I wouldn’t have to rent one. She gave me Grandma Teeter’s old crocks and a lovely red child-sized rocking chair her late husband had found in a barn.

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She was generous, but tight as a drum. She knew the price of everything to the penny and watched her money like a hawk. She was strong-willed and stubborn. She was a raven-haired beauty till her hair went snowy white like my mom’s. She wore makeup till her shaking hand would not allow her to apply it anymore. She was vain in an Audrey Hepburn kind of way with the sharp tongue of Joan Crawford. She did not mince words and had no time for nonsense. 

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And now she is gone. The world is changing and all upside down. It’s like...I don’t know what to expect next AND I’m not surprised when it get’s here. Her death came at the end of a perfectly awful day. I called my cousin...the daughter of the only living sister...to tell her. We wanted her to be able to tell her mom in person.

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When I finally got home, the stress and grief came out in the way they always come out. I threw up. To settle myself down afterward, I laid on the bed and considered the alphabet. I pictured each letter in my mind...describing it, noticing the way it curved to stood straight and tall. I heard its sound in my head. I thought of a word starting with that letter. Then went to the next. And, the next...till I had slowly worked my way through the entire alphabet. By the time I got to “z”, I was calmed down and ready to write. We do whatever we have to do to get by on days like these. Bottom line...I kept asking God to pull me closer. He never fails me.

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Thank you so much for your prayers yesterday. You have no idea what it means to me to ask for prayers and immediately have so many people drop what they’re doing to pray. The power of prayer is unmistakable and...palpable to the recipient who is in tune. Hopefully Mr. FixIt will get to come home today and it will be a better day!

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❤️

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“First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people,”

\n1 Timothy 2:1 ESV\n
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#Prayers, #Family, #Fear, Prayer

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This week flew by. All these projects keep me from dwelling on the time creep and we wrapped up the week with a bang! Mr. FixIt got the mower deck off the old tractor to get it welded. I fed the sourdough and made a batch of blackberry jam. Unfortunately, it didn’t set so I need to do it over today. Just repeat the process and add more pectin. I cut the fresh tofu in half inch cubes and set it in the fridge to marinate for supper. Harvested the alfalfa sprouts I’ve been growing in the kitchen. I saved the blackberry containers to use to keep the sprouts fresh in the fridge...score! I drained the coffee elixir from my Toddy brewer for cold brew. So that’s ready for some delicious iced coffees in the coming weeks. We tilled the garden and planted fifteen tomato plants, two hills of squash...one yellow crookneck and the other zucchini, and I planted some extra squash in a planter I have. I like to let the squash get really big, then cube them up and can them like bread and butter pickles. I washed dishes a hundred times. I took lots of pictures to share but I’ll wait till the jam actually sets. Then I will share some. Till then..I’m done. This was a beyond tired day but we needed to get it done before the rain comes again.

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The big news is, I made stir fry with the marinated tofu, broccoli, cabbage, mushrooms, egg, jasmine rice and a couple of handfuls of the fresh sprouts I harvested yesterday. We ate out on the deck by the pool and Mr. FixIt looked at his supper and started naming the ingredients. When he said “chicken”, I just smiled. He looked at me in surprise. 

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“That’s tofu?”

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“Yep! What did you think?”

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“Pretty good!”

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That’s Mr. FixIt speak for “delicious!”

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Score!

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❤️

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“and to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one.”

\n1 Thessalonians 4:11-12 ESV\n
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As I sat at my keyboard last night, I looked for pictures of my mom and thought of all the Mother’s Days we had together. Really...very few. Once I left home to seek my fortunes, I am not sure we ever got to see each other on Mother’s Day. I always came home in the summer months when the kids were off of school. But I always called her and sent her a card and flowers. 

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I keep my pictures of Mom in an album on my iPad marked “”Family”. That way, when I get lonesome for them, they’re all in one place. I thought of all the sad and sentimental things I could say about my mom and how much I miss her. But, the truth is...even though I miss her desperately right now...I would NEVER want her to have had to experience what’s going on in the world. All the anger and divisiveness and ugliness would have upset her greatly. She had such a tender heart. And this virus would have worried her to death. I am much more peaceful knowing she is with her family and with Jesus.

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My eyes scanned the photos and lingered on my own children...from when they were littles to when they had littles of their own. These girls made me a mom. I wasn’t always very good at it. I made huge mistakes and it broke my heart that I let them down. So many years were lost to depression when I just couldn’t seem to connect with them as they needed. I’ve spent much of the last twenty years trying to fix that. Trying to be a better mom. Trying to create new and better memories.

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Since I moved back to my home state, I have returned to Colorado every summer to see the girls and spend time with my grandchildren. Then, the pandemic hit and I am not at all sure I’ll get to go back this year. There was a time when I would have focused on that loss and that’s all I’d see. Things are different now. Now I see where God is taking this situation and turning it for good.

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My girls and I have communicated more since the Stay at Home orders came out than we ever have. There are lots of phone calls and texts, sharing pictures, video chats. When I watch their Facebook feeds, I see them reaching back for THEIR comforting touchstones and I see myself there. In the raised bed gardens. In the baking and making and growing. In the phone calls asking for advice. It has warmed my heart.

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In the last two months, during this lockdown, I have finally realized...I made a difference in my kids’ lives. The things I taught them, stuck with them. And now, they are using those gifts I gave them to comfort themselves and their families. This means more to me than any trinket they could give me. It doesn’t get much better than this. 

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Mr. FixIt told me last night he didn’t get me anything for Mother’s Day because shopping isn’t the same. And I told him not to buy me flowers. I smiled and said, “I have everything I need for Mother’s Day. I have a great big blended family that gives me great joy.” Besides, I’d rather have kitchen stuff than flowers that wither and die.

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I hope you have a wonderful Mother’s Day. And if you are actively grieving, I hope you find some moments of peace and comfort with your memories of your loved one. 

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❤️

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“Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.””

\nProverbs 31:25-29 ESV\n
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#MothersDay, #Children, #Holiday

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The first time I ate a Morning Glory Muffin was in the late ‘80s at The Daily Bread Bakery & Cafe in Glenwood Springs, Colorado. We were new in town and I was told it was the place to go for great food and a congenial atmosphere. The walls were full of paintings and photographs by local artists...some of whom have gone on to be quite successful. I first saw the paintings of Dean Bowlby, Dan Sprick, and Arlene Law’s work there. All brilliant artists. This was the place where I sang “You’ve Got a Friend” with Carole King!

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The big draw at Daily Bread were John and Terry...the owners. They really got to know you and were genuinely happy to see you, each and every time you came in...one of the pleasures of small town life. I always ordered a particular salad without croutons and add extra chicken and avocado. Invariably, when John got the order, he called out from the kitchen...”Ginny’s here!” It always made me smile.

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I have played with my recipe for Morning Glory Muffins till I found just the right balance between moisture and delicate flavors. I’ve added things like Greek yoghurt...something that wasn’t a “thing” back in the ‘80s. Bran muffins don’t have to be dry and boring. These are SO yummy and moist. The molasses gives them their dark color and earthy flavor.

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Ginny’s Morning Glory Muffins

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Preheat oven to 400 degrees.

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Stir the dry ingredients together then add:

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Using a rubber spatula, fold all ingredients together till everything is moistened and there are no dry pockets of flour. Don’t overwork.

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I like big muffins so I use the pans with six muffin cups. Spray each cup with nonstick spray. I like to use Baker’s Joy. Using a ladle, fill each cup leaving about a half inch head room. This recipe makes 9 large muffins.

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Bake in a 400℉ oven for about 20-25 minutes. Remove from oven and let cool in the pan for about 5 minutes then turn out onto wire racks to cool.

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These are dark and full of wonderful flavors and textures. They are not overly sweet and are packed full of good for you fruits and vegetables and dairy. It’s my favorite way to get in that extra fiber we all need.

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I was thrilled yesterday to find my sourdough starter alive and well with a fluffy, bubbly consistency. I fed it again and today it should be ripe and ready to bake with. The only thing I did differently was to warm up some water in my Instapot on the yoghurt setting, then add a little cool water till is just felt good and warm. I turned it off and set the jar with the starter in it after I’d fed it. I put the lid on it and the water stayed warm for a couple of hours. I just left it in there overnight. I think I’ve found my groove!

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❤️

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““And you, take wheat and barley, beans and lentils, millet and emmer, and put them into a single vessel and make your bread from them....”

\nEzekiel 4:9 ESV\n
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I’ve had to say goodbye to several fur babies and each one hurts more than you can imagine. The first time I ever had to put a dog down, it wasn’t even mine. It was my late father-in-law’s. He just didn’t have the heart to do it. He asked if I would. I don’t know why, but I’m the one that always had to take the “kids” for their last ride. Women are stronger in this, maybe. Maybe it’s because I was mostly raised on a farm that I got elected. For whatever reason, and as hard as it was, it was always an honor to be with a beloved companion in their last moments and let them see and hear someone they loved and trusted. It is the final gift you can give them.

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The other day, my friend Deneene had to say goodbye to her beloved Beni. It carried the usual pain of losing a companion animal, but it had an added layer of pain. Beni was the last of the pack that was left from the animals she shared with her late husband. Losing this dog meant losing another important connection to Mike. It compounds the grief.

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Losing a loved one is like dropping a big stone in a still pond. That first contact between the rock and the water causes the biggest wave. Then the ripples begin to slowly spread out and touch more and more of the space between the event and the shore. Since there is no timetable for grief, many years can go by and you still encounter a wave that originated from the center.

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Beni was a good dog. He rarely barked but when he did, it was more like saying hello than it was a warning. He was gentle and sweet and other animals seemed to know he was a good boy. He had a rocky start. Deneene’s daughter found him abandoned inside a crate. He surely would have starved to death if she hadn’t found him and took him in. His leg was severely injured and he always walked with a bit of a limp. But, dogs are the only animal that love you more than they do themselves and he never knew an enemy once he knew the love of his girl.

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Cas brought Beni to visit Deneene. They had a strong bond. Deneene often called and asked her to bring Beni over for a visit...or maybe let him spend the weekend. Before long, Beni just ended up staying with Deneene and that was it. They were attached at the hip. A little over a year ago, Deneene knew Beni didn’t have too much longer with them, so she brought another dog home. She has never been without a companion animal and she wasn’t about to this time, either. 

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Griffen the Grey joined their pack. A solid little French Bulldog puppy that everyone fell in love with. He was Beni’s annoying little brother who made him get up and move around more than he really wanted to. Maybe that’s what kept him going this last year. One of Beni’s favorite things to do was ride in the kayak with his mom. He wore a life vest in his later years because he wasn’t strong enough to keep his head above water.

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Last Friday, Deneene knew Beni was done. He stopped eating. Sometimes he couldn’t stand up without falling down. She waited for him to tell her when...and he did. She set the date for Monday, then treated Beni to a beautiful farewell weekend with all his favorite things. They went for a ride in the car and a swim in the lake. And they went for ice cream. Griff seemed to know something was up because he just laid close to Beni all weekend without trying to engage him in play.

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When the last ride was over, they brought their good boy home and buried him in a beautiful part of the yard, in the cool shade of a tree. They placed a statue of St. Francis at his head to watch over him. And Griffen laid near the grave all day, waiting for his buddy, honoring his friendship, mourning his passing.

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Other animals miss their brothers and sisters when they cross over the Rainbow Bridge, just like we do. It’s sad for everyone. Even though we know they aren’t suffering anymore, we still may feel guilty, like maybe we should have...could have...done more for our friends. In the wild, an animal goes off in the woods by themselves to die when it’s their time. Domestic pets rely on us to make the humane decision for them.

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Those pets who own a person are the most blessed because they get to take a little bit of their human’s heart with them...just as they leave behind a little piece of their own. I’ve heard it said, eventually you end up with the heart of a dog...one who loves everyone unconditionally.

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My heart is with you, Deneene. And with all of you who have had to say goodbye to a beloved pet...especially if that pet was the last of the pack you shared with your loved one.

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❤️

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“For what happens to the children of man and what happens to the beasts is the same; as one dies, so dies the other. They all have the same breath, and man has no advantage over the beasts, for all is vanity. All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return.”

\nEcclesiastes 3:19-20 ESV\n
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When I was growing up, we spent just about every weekend out at Grandma’s farm. We drove out on Friday night and came home on Sunday evening. The farm was as much my home as the little one my parents bought back in 1960. I was a voracious reader. From the moment the alphabet clicked with me and I realized words could transport me to other worlds, I made my escape as often as possible.

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My grandparents didn’t have much schooling. My grandma only went through the eighth grade, if memory serves me correctly. I’m not sure about my Pop-Pop. I do know they were literate and could cipher...their term for doing math. Once, I finished my books I brought with me and was rummaging around for something to read. Grandma had a bookcase in the living room with what precious few books they owned. The one that caught my eye was the first Foxfire Book. 

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We have talked about the Foxfire books here before. When I was going through my earth mama phase, I had all the Mother Earth News Magazines. And, I had the entire series of Foxfire books. Reading Volume One out on the farm when I was young absolutely cemented in my heart how much I wanted to live on a farm when I grew up.

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I did have those three years when we lived in a five bedroom log house on two acres. Then life took me in a different direction. Still, I fulfilled much of that dream by incorporating homesteading skills into my city life as much as possible. Moving back to West Virginia and living on the family farm was a huge deal for me. Not only was it soothing to my soul, but it lit that fire within me again to be more self sufficient. 

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Now that I’ve remarried and live on five acres, and we’re in this “new normal”, I’ve been browsing some of my favorite websites looking for the tools of the trade. I found Lehman’s Hardware online many years ago when I was building my house in Colorado. I had a picture in my mind of a country farmhouse look and Lehman’s sell reproduction appliances that look like something you might have seen in an early 1900’s kitchen. Alas, they were too pricey for my budget but there were so many intriguing tools, I’ve always kept them as a resource.

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Lehman’s Hardware caters to the Amish community by selling tools and appliances that are non-electric. And, you’ll find old-timey things like butter churns and ice cream makers and all manner of household gadgets and supplies. I have several items I have purchased from them over the years. They are high quality, sturdy, and a fine investment.

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It didn’t occur to me till a couple of years ago that Lehman’s is only a two hour drive from here. I still haven’t managed to get there for a visit, but I sure hope to soon. When I go, I’ll take you with me on a virtual tour. Lehman’s is in Kidron in the midst of Amish Country in northeastern Ohio, not far from Beaver Creek State Park where I camp with my dear friend, Gail Bable...the camphost there. We normally hold a Girl Camper outing twice a year and we are really missing it this spring.

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You can visit Lehman’s Hardware Store HERE.

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❤️

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“I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.”

\nPhilippians 4:12-13 ESV\n
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My yoghurt turned out ok after all! It wasn’t terribly flavorful, though.
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As I was puttering around in the kitchen Saturday, this thought kept recurring. I haven’t made tofu or yoghurt or baked my own bread in a gazillion years. I know there are economical concerns at work here. And there are skills that should be passed on to the younger generations before they are lost. But it’s not that simple. Something kept nagging at me. Then I watched CBS Sunday Morning yesterday and things became clear.

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Homemade Yoghurt with Buckwheat Honey and Homemade Grapenuts
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Mo Rocca is an actor and comedian who does a segment on the show every week and yesterday’s was about comfort food. When he started talking about familiar brands, I realized the connection I was missing as to why I’m heavy into reviving old skills. It’s not really so much about the food itself, although that’s an added bonus. It’s also about the feeling I get making that particular food.

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There are a lot of Kodak moments in my life...periods when the world seemed golden and life was glorious. One such time was when Hubby #2 was in medical school and residency. We didn’t have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it out of. We often ate Hillshire Farms packs of cheese and summer sausage because I could buy them at Sears with my charge card. I made most of our food from scratch. There was nothing extra. We slept in an uninsulated sunporch in the heat of summer and the depths of winter. We worked hard and any recreation had to be free...like, bike rides and trips to the library and walks in the snow at night. 

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Baby tomatoes are growing on our tomato plants on the window sill.
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I was gloriously happy in those years. Probably because I was at that age where I didn’t know what I didn’t know. My reaching for the yoghurt maker and the organic non-GMO soybeans has  a lot to do with the feelings I associate with making those things. Kneading bread dough. Grinding soybeans. Rolling out noodles. It’s a meditative exercise and everything we see, touch, hear, taste, and smell can bring us to a safe place in our hearts and minds during such unsettling times as these. 

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It’s the same thing I feel when I walk into Grandma’s house out at the farm. That first breath in takes me to a place of personal safety. We all need to feel safe. If baking cookies or making yoghurt can bring that feeling to you, then go for it girlfriend. If you gain a few extra covid pounds, then so be it. There will be plenty of time for the news and the virus and the election down the road. Take today and make something nice for yourself or someone you love. 

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You can watch Mo Rocca’s segment on Comfort Food HERE.

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❤️

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“This is my comfort in my affliction, that your promise gives me life.”

\nPsalm 119:50 ESV\n
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It’s May Day! Can you believe that??? In what seems like three lifetimes ago, I was a bit of a hippie earth mama. I had all the Mother Earth News Magazines and the Moosewood Cookbook. I made all of our bread, yoghurt, tofu, pasta, granola, and Grape Nuts. I grew veggies on any piece of land available. And I frequented the Farmer’s Markets to preserve as much food as possible. I was a girl on a budget. I did all this while working full time, raising a child, and putting my hubby through medical school. What can I say...I was young and could do anything.

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I can still do all those homestead crafts, but once my second child came along and Hubby #2 was established in his medical practice, it was just easier to buy stuff than make it. Times have changed and I’m living this country farm life. And with the changes in the economy, I am picking those skills back up and dusting them off. I buy a couple cases of canning jars every time I go to the store. And I’ve slowly picked up some necessary pieces of equipment that I’ll be needing like tofu making supplies and the like. I’ll show you how I do that once I get everything in place.

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I came home from the farm yesterday. As I was pulling out of the driveway, I had to stop and take a picture of the dogwood. The hills look like they’re draped with white lace. The flowering dogwood are so delicate and airy and they don’t last very long. You can see in this photo that some of the trees are beginning to leaf out but the dogwood stand alone with their flat four petaled posies.

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I stopped at the store on the way home to pick up some Chobani plain Greek yoghurt. I’ll need about a half cup to use as starter so I can make my own. I was going to buy some whole wheat flour, then remembered I had some that had been stone ground at the mill up at Beaver Creek State Park in Lebanon, Ohio. When I got home and got everything put away, I decided to make a batch of homemade Grape Nuts.

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This is one half of the thin “cake”.
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The Amish make everything from scratch and somewhere along the line, I learned how to make this tasty crunchy cereal from an old Amish recipe. Once you’re done, store the cereal in an airtight container. It should last a while since it doesn’t have oil or eggs, but it’s so good, you won’t have it around for long.

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The “cake” has been through the food processor and ready to toast and dry in the oven.
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I’ve been trying to cut down on sugary treats but I love having a little ice cream in the evening. Last night, I put a couple heaping tablespoons of the plain Greek yoghurt in a bowl, drizzled some buckwheat honey over it and sprinkled a couple handfuls of the cereal on top. Oh, my gosh...it was amazing! Buckwheat honey has an entirely different taste than orange blossom or wildflower. It’s a dark brown and reminds me of molasses with its strong, bold flavor.

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Homemade Grape Nuts Cereal...toasted golden brown.
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Homemade Grape Nuts Cereal
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Preheat oven to 350℉.

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Mix dry ingredients together.

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Mix wet ingredients together and add to dry ingredients. Stir to make a batter similar to pancake batter.

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Line a large baking sheet with parchment or waxed paper. Pour batter onto the paper and spread evenly with a spatula. Bake at 350℉ for 20-25 minutes. Cool in pan for 10 minutes then remove to finish cooling on wire racks. 

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Break half of the “cake” into chunks and pulse in a food processor till you get the consistency of Grape Nuts. Line the baking sheet with another piece of parchment or waxed paper and spread the crumbs around into an even layer. Place in a 275℉ oven. Take them out every 10-15 minutes to stir them around. It will take about 45 minutes to toast them till they’re dry if you live in a humid area like WV. Let them cool and place in a large bowl. Repeat with the other half of the “cake”. Once the other half is finished and cooled, place the entire batch into an airtight container to store in your pantry. Serve as a topping for yoghurt or ice cream. Use as a crunchy sweet addition to a salad. Or eat as cereal just like the Grape Nuts in the box. This tastes SO much better than the store bought variety!

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So, there’s my Feel Good Friday suggestion...bake up some homemade Grape Nuts! Easy peasy and it feels good to make something wholesome like the hippie mama I used to be!

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❤️

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“So, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God.”

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I usually reserve writing my post for the evenings after supper and any TV that I might want to watch...which is very little. The Voice, American Idol, maybe something special...but there’s very little on there that interests me. I’m at the farm working on the laundry and taxes and everything I’m doing, including writing this post, is dependent on the electricity staying on. That is a dicey prospect in the country, especially when we are under high wind and storm alerts like we are at the moment. (3:00pm yesterday afternoon to you.)

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Since it’s 81℉ as I write this, I am sitting out on the front porch, listening to the birds in the flowering quince on the creek bank. I can hear the water in the creek gently gurgling as it flows by the house. Actually, there are birds everywhere and I love the sounds as they echo down the holler and through the woods. It gives a slight echoing sound. The trees are leafing out a lot now so when the wind blows, you can here it blowing over the far hilltop. There is a chipmunk rustling in the leaves to my left, looking for a meal. The washing machine drones heavily in the background as a bee buzzes around me. 

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I saw a blue heron glide in and land across the road in the creek bed on the far side of the neighbor’s garden. The mama robin is busy bringing worms to her babies that I showed you yesterday. The dogwood and redbud trees still show ghostly splotches of color in the mostly bare trees on the hillsides. Grandma’s clematis vines are reaching for the sun and wrapping themselves around the pole out front. The snowball bush she insisted every generation have their picture taken in front of is still doing its best to grow. It doesn’t look nearly as big and healthy as it used to and I don’t know why. I just accept what is.

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The catbirds love the shrubs along the creek and their cries make me think someone’s kitten might be wandering around, but I haven’t seen a cat here in well over a year. I can tell they are gone because the chipmunks are brazen these days. I walked around and took lots of pictures of the spring wildflowers for you. I want to go for a walk before the rain comes and see if I can get a picture the Jack in the Pulpit up by the old log house my cousin’s family owns. 

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Waking up and doing my work around the house with NO television blaring is a rare treat for me. I thought of going home when the laundry is done, but I think I’ll stay another night. Sometimes my batteries just need a recharge that only this place can give. I don’t know what I’ll do when I can no longer come here for my respite from the rest of the world. This is such a special, special place in my heart.

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When you read this, it will be Thursday and the week is over half gone already. It has been 45 days since we entered this shelter-at-home period. In some ways it’s flown by. In others, it seems like we’ve been doing this forever. Of the things I’ve been kept from, hugging my family and friends has been the number one thing I have missed. Eating in a restaurant is number two. I would like to not wear a mask or worry about contamination. I’d like to get that money back that I’ve lost out of my retirement. I’d like to lose the extra C19 pounds I’ve packed on. 

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Overall, we’re still blessed beyond belief to have gotten this far without the virus affecting our health or that of our peeps. We’ll just keep plugging along day by day with an attitude of gratitude.

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❤️

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“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.”

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I’ve been looking for the good stories to use on “Feel Good Friday” because Lord knows there are far too many of the tragic ones. One such story was about a little four-year-old Staten Island boy. Little CJ Tardy’s mom wanted to keep his time structured like his pre-school class days so she started out with the Pledge of Allegiance. Now he is doing a daily Zoom call with up to fifty participants from family and friends to first responders.

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There are more American Flags on display. People are planting “victory” gardens. I’m seeing more people coming together and helping food banks and checking in on the elderly. There’s nothing like a national crisis to create unity...or at least a semblance thereof. 

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We received a postcard in the mail a couple of weeks ago to request a mail in ballot for this year’s Primary Election. It came on the heels of the 2020 Census. Both are important. I know there are some who blow off both of them, but they are terribly important. The Census isn’t Uncle Sam gettin’ up in your bidness. It’s how the Government determines where the funding for individual programs is distributed...by population.

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I took care of the Census online the end of March. Yesterday, I sat down with my ballot for the primary. I read down the list and was dismayed by how many names I didn’t even recognize, let alone know anything about. (One of the side effects of watching very little television.) I spent the next couple of hours with my smart phone in hand searching the names of each candidate and reading their bios and platforms so I could make an informed choice. 

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This is the first time in my life that I have felt such urgency in voting. I have to admit, there were times in the past that I voted a straight ticket or I voted in the women candidates on principle. This years is different. There’s a lot riding on this. The people holding offices in this country will be facing circumstances the likes of which no one has seen since the 1918 Influenza Pandemic. They need to be prepared to govern in ways we haven’t even thought of yet. I felt the heavy mantle of responsibility in a way I’ve never felt before.

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I was happy with my selections. As I was folding the ballot and placing it in the two separate envelopes, Mr. FixIt and I were watching Governor Jim Justice give the daily Covid briefing. He ran and was elected as a Democrat then changed his party to Republican a couple of years ago. He sounds like he just came down out of a holler with his accent and folky colloquialisms. And his ill fitting suits sag on his massive frame. His sallow skin and heavy lidded eyes make him look unwell. But I’ll tell you what...that man is rockin’ the management of this Covid Pandemic. And he loves the West Virginia people. 

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After I voted, I grabbed my sneakers and hopped on the riding mower. I mowed the whole thing in less than three hours. When I parked the tractor in the building, I noticed a rod hanging down. I got down under the back to see what was wrong. Mr. FixIt found a metal bracket out in the field the last time we mowed and I suspected this rod had something to do with that. The internet can be a marvelous tool. Within 10 minutes, Mr. FixIt and I had the whole thing figured out and ordered a new part for the tractor.

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Our field is so lovely in the late afternoon light after it’s just been mowed.
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There’s nothing prettier than an expanse of freshly mown field. I’ve talked with Mr. FixIt about cutting down on the mowing...maybe letting part of it grow back into pastureland. I was feeling guilty that I was depriving critters from habitat, and...while that may be true of the exact area of the field...we are quite literally surrounded by forest on all four sides. There are lots of meadows and pastures and fields and gardens. This expanse of green makes us both happy and as long as we can physically do it, we probably will.

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When I was a doctor’s wife, and even when I was the princess I was with Mr. Virgo, we didn’t have the time nor the inclination to fix things. That’s what garages are for. Oh, early on I was quite the fixit guru, but as time went on, I let more and more of those handyman projects go to the professionals. I wish I would have been more frugal all those years and done more of the work myself. And it would have been left to me. Hubby #2 was too busy and, seriously, Mr. Virgo didn’t have a handy bone in his body. He was cute, though. 

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I had a real sense of accomplishment when I was finished for the day. I relaxed in a bubble bath and let that good feeling of warm skin, sore muscles, and happy countenance wash over me in the reverie. I do love a good hard day’s work.

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❤️

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“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men,”

\nColossians 3:23 ESV\n
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#Work, #Mowing, #FarmLife, #Coronavirus

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This is an Easter we’ll not likely forget.
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I was ten years old when JFK was assassinated and I remember every detail of that day...and the days and weeks after. That event changed my life by taking away the innocent idea that everything is good in the world. Martin Luther King. Bobby Kennedy. The Challenger explosion. 9/11. All monumentally bad things that happened and changed the world in an instant. 

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Life went on after each one, but I’ll bet most of us remember where we were and what we were doing when they happened. The thing the past can teach us is...things change. Things can be really bad. But they’ll be ok again. Albeit a different kind of ok...but ok nonetheless.

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I look back over the Easters in my life. There were a lot of them that didn’t hold any meaning to me other than the Easter Bunny bringing candy and colorful eggs to my kids...even when we were living a Jewish life. Because, in my house, it was ME making the choice to become Jewish and you don’t take Santa and the Easter Bunny away from a five year old. 

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The Easters that had meaning to me during my childhood were when we went to Grandma’s little white church on the hill. We came back to her house and had a big supper and pigged out on candy. I remember one particular Easter, my paternal grandmother baked me a bunny cake that was so clever. And someone made my grandma a sugar egg that you could peek inside and see the Easter Bunny delivering eggs.

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Before Mr. Virgo died, we went to Mass for Easter but he always had to work the holidays, so again...not so memorable.

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It wasn’t till after Mr. Virgo died that I truly started to feel the true meaning of Easter. Good Friday is so somber and solemn and sad. Then Easter bursts forth with Joy at the first rays of morning light. Ever since I found my church home, I have enjoyed Easter Services with my church family and this time it’s different. We have to listen to our pastor online like the majority of others. It’s not the same as being there, but it’s still corporate prayer.

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Easter has never changed. Whether we are in a building or not...THAT is not the church. WE are the church. Wherever two or more of you are gathered in His Name...there is love. If you are isolated and alone during this time...remember, you have the Holy Spirit dwelling within you so you are never truly alone. That was one of the biggest comforts to me when I became a widow.

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Yes...this is an Easter we will never forget. It’s a story we will share till the day we die. Things may seem dismal in the world. But Jesus overcame the world. It in with Him that I find my deepest Joy...even in the darkest of moments.

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May you all have a Blessed Easter. May you connect with loved ones on this day. And, may you find the peace that surpasses all understanding.

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He is Risen!

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❤️?❤️

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“Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance.”

\nJohn 20:1 NIV\n
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A tree finds a way to grow in the harshest of environments.
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Yesterday was so beautiful on The Ponderosa. The forsythia and flowering quince are at their peak of color. The pear tree out front is so full of delicate white blossoms the limbs bend. The grass in the fields has filled in with a spring green that shocks the eyes in the glare of the sun. All around us, the woods are filling in...first the underbrush, then the trees budding. It is a sight to behold and one that brings peace and comfort to my soul. It brings promise in the midst of an ugly scourge that is threatening the world. The dichotomy between the microcosm of my world and the painful specter that is New York, Italy, and countless other locales Boggles the mind. 

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We spent the biggest portion of yesterday outside. I cleaned out my truck to prepare it for the body shop on Monday. The camping gear was sadly put away for now. We had a socially distanced visit with some family in the driveway. Our first great grandson is getting SO big and it was really hard not to run and scoop him up in my arms. Fortunately, he is too young to understand all this and was happy to sit in the seat of their Jeep and play patty-cake with me.

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As I went about my day, cleaning and organizing, I watched the birds swoop in to the bird feeders. Mr. FixIt put up the hummingbird feeder and we are anxiously awaiting our first sighting. The flowering shrubs are so heavily laden with honey bees, you can hear them buzzing from twenty feet away. It does my heart good to see the bees. I think there are more this year than usual, which is a good sign.

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Nature can teach us many things during times of duress. Nature almost always finds a way to survive, even in the harshest of environments. So can we. Nature displays beauty at every turn, even when the going gets rough. So can we. Nature follows a set script of seasons and there is a time for every purpose. There is for us, as well. It’s just that, now we have this thing...this aberrant monster that we can’t control. And that is disconcerting. Disheartening. Discouraging. 

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Even in the most difficult moments of our lives, we can find courage, we can seek beauty, and we can display kindness. In my search for Christine Lavin’s song about adjusting your dreams, I stumbled upon another of her works. At first, I was a bit afraid to listen as the title is “As Bad As It Gets”. She wrote it for someone she loved very much who was going through a devastating medical crisis. When I listened to it, I thought to myself it was something I wish I would have found early on in my grief. I find it comforting in the light of where we are right now and thought I would share it with you here this morning. Christine sent it to me to share in the hope that it helps you.

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“As Bad As It Gets” by Christina Lavin: https://vimeo.com/233368854

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❤️

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“And his disciples asked him, \"Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?\" Jesus answered, \"It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him. We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming, when no one can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.\"”

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John 9:2-5 ESV

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#Struggles, #Coronavirus, #Faith, #ChristineLavin

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A raised bed garden is easier on your back and keeps the veggies away from rabbits, etc.
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We are heading into what is one of the wettest times of the year in West Virginia. At the same time, the temperature is beginning to rise and that combo is what wakes up the grass and gets it growing. Every spring there are funny memes of people trying to mow the lawn in scuba gear. Sometimes it’s hard to get the garden plowed if you didn’t jump on it in early March. Then you have to wait for it to dry so you can plant. I’m not complaining, mind you. At least we aren’t planning to have more snow or hard freezes at this point like what I was used to in Colorado.

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With the pandemic, and the resultant shock waves going through the economy, it looks like we may be staying put here for a while. If I am anything, it’s flexible. And Lord knows we are all going to need to embrace that trait in the foreseeable future. We are blessed with a home and land and safety. There’s no need to rush into anything right now. Besides, that will take the pressure off and we can take our time fixing this place up.

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With all that in mind, Mr. FixIt and I have been talking about having a bigger garden here at The Ponderosa. I’m picking up a case of canning jars every time I go to the store. I bought a new gasket (plus a spare) for the pressure canner. One of the problems with growing a garden in the country is the wildlife that stand around waiting for the salad bar to open. We have tons of rabbits and they eat my green beans every year. We also have deer. In the past, Mr. FixIt grew a big garden here and used an electric fence to keep the deer out. I’ve been looking at a setup like the one pictured above...at least for the salad stuff that the rabbits get into. I don’t know how big we’ll actually go, but I really like the idea of the raised beds. It’s better on your back.

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A couple of years ago, we bought a shaded gazebo for the deck by the pool. We didn’t put it up last summer because we thought we would be pushing to get the house on the market and wanted to save it for the new house. Since that isn’t happening right away, I think we’ll go ahead and do that when the weather clears up a bit. There’s still the bathroom to finish. And the drain at the bottom of the outdoor stairwell to enlarge and install a sump pump. And then the second bathroom and the wallpaper in the dining room needs to come off. The list goes on and on. I’m hoping when the pandemic eases and gathering restrictions are lifted, we can get the boys out here to help us get some of these big jobs completed. 

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As I sit here in our home, safe and secure, and for all I know...healthy and virus free...I count my many blessings. As of this writing, no one I know is affected by the virus itself...just the inconvenience of isolation. I’ve been video chatting with the family. I pray a lot...every day. I limit myself to NBC Nightly News with Lester Holt...thirty minutes with an uplifting story at the end. It’s all I can take. 

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The other night, when I was admittedly overdosing on news and watching every update, I was sitting here writing my post and all of a sudden, I just went numb. My hearing was muffled. My skin was tingling. My heart was pounding. I wasn’t necessarily frightened. I didn’t feel the surge of adrenalin like I usually feel if I’m having an anxiety reaction or panic attack. I felt detached...like a casual observer. My inner spirit told me what was happening. I was overwhelmed. I was grieving. I’ve been passively watching life as we’ve known it fall apart and it felt way too familiar. I closed my eyes and leaned back and listened to my body cry out to me for mercy. So, I talked back. I soothed my fear. I reminded myself that God is still here...He is always here. I concentrated on my breathing and feeling the air as it moved in and out of my nostrils. I reminded myself I was safe here. Nothing was happening to me in this moment. Mr. FixIt was safe, too. I reminded myself that, even though there are so many things going on right now that are out of my control, there are still many things I can do to feel more at ease. 

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When people tell you to just count your blessings, they aren’t necessarily trying to be dismissive of your fear. I have found the action of actually counting my blessing to be soothing. Directing your thoughts to something in the here and now can get you off the runaway train of fear. Looking around the room and naming five things. Closing your eyes and counting five sounds...five smells...five textures can bring you down off the ledge of anxiety. As I went through this exercise, I could feel the numbness leave and my heart rate slowed down. My hearing came back clear and I was fine. 

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I may have to talk myself down off the ledge any number of times in the coming weeks. I don’t know. What I do know is...we are ok. We are safe. We are here. And, we are planning a garden for when the brighter days come.

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❤️

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“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”

\nIsaiah 43:2 ESV\n
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Be like this little piggy and stay home!
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We had to go out again yesterday...this time to a doctor visit. The news was good...Mr. FixIt has a heart! And it’s in pretty good shape for a guy his age. After Losing Mr. Virgo to a sudden heart attack, and then Mr. FixIt had the stroke...I pretty much insisted they do a cardiac work up. We are breathing an even bigger sigh of relief over here.

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The governor of West Virginia ordered us to “stay-at-home” beginning this evening. Except for the doctor, the emergency room, the grocery or pharmacy, gas stations, construction stores...you know, all the places we normally gone anyway. He even said it was fine to go to the state parks and go fishing! Other than restaurants, not much has changed as far as where we are allowed to go. What HAS changed is the going. 

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I was thinking about this yesterday. What is it about being told to do something, like stay at home, and the only thing in the whole wide world you want to do is NOT stay at home. BUT...have a busy week of running errands and having appointments and the only thing you want is to just have a day at home with no trips to town. It’s crazy. It’s like being told to take a nap as a toddler. Now I’d give up a lot just to take a nap!

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Governors are resorting to this extra measure because just telling people to stay home wasn’t working. Because there’s an inordinate amount of people who think rules don’t apply to them. They are merely suggestions...more like guidelines, really. They say you can get a ticket if you’re out and about but I ask you, what good would that do when all you have to say is -I’m going to the grocery store-?

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Daughter #2 is an anxious sort. She is so much like her mama in so many ways. I wish I could have given my kids anything but anxiety and depression. It is what it is. She called last evening and I recognized that quivering “I’m fine” tone of voice. So, I talked her down off the ledge and she felt stronger and more in control by the time we rang off. We talked about everything...from ways to conserve toilet paper to what was the name of that book you were telling me about. 

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We talked about making plans and writing them down. What do you want to accomplish this week? This month? Six months? A year? She wants to be more self-sufficient so she doesn’t have to worry so much. Good. Check with the City of Denver...can you have chickens? Look for used pallets you can turn into a chicken coop. You want a garden? Great! Start planting seeds in peat pots so you’ll have seedlings to plant when the weather warms up. Mark out where you want a garden and get your exercise spading it up.

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We have to be proactive regarding our mental health during crises such as this. Just because we need to stay at home doesn’t mean we need to stay inside 24/7. Even if you only walk around your house or your building or down your block and back, getting some fresh air in the middle of the day does wonders for your spirits. Build a routine. Set your clock for mental health breaks. Drink a cup of soothing herbal tea. Play some music and sing along. Take a bubble bath. Draw a picture. If you sew, look up how to make masks for people since there is a critical shortage. 

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You might want to practice a little social distancing from your refrigerator. Packing on a few pounds during this quarantine won’t help your health and you certainly won’t feel better. Try on a pair of jeans every few days to make sure they fit. As my dear friend Deneene says, sweats or pajama pants will trick you into believing all is well in the kingdom. I was going to make an apple pie last night, but then I decided not to. We had already had two pies in the last ten days. I’ve been losing weight and I don’t want to put it back on. We can have treats...just once or twice a week, not every day.

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Humans are a resourceful lot. We can figure out other ways to do things. We can make something out of nothing. We can recycle, reuse, repurpose just about anything. We’ve become pretty complacent in this life. I know I have. But, my years of reading Mother Earth News and the Encyclopedia of Country Living have been preparing me for a moment such as this. Some of us may not get through this. Those of us that do must take it upon themselves to apply the lessons learned so that we might not be caught so flat-footed next time. When I meditated on this last night, a thought came to me.

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My friend Uma Girish was preparing to facilitate a group call when she asked her inner guidance what she should share. This is what she received:

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“The virus is not the enemy. The virus is The Messenger.”

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Yes...the virus can be horrifying. Yes...people can and will die. But it brings us a message...loud and clear. 

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Raise your head and look beyond where you stand so you might better prepare for what is coming.

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Remember what is really important in this life. 

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Look at what we are doing to our world...to the environment. We are slowly killing it and now...it is rapidly attacking us.

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For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Cause and effect. I don’t think it’s too late, but we’re going to have to make some big changes and we all know...while change is good, it is not always easy. Change, we must. We have no other choice now.

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Maybe God’s just putting us in a time out so we can think about what we have done to the garden He gave us.

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❤️

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“Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.”

\nPhilippians 2:4 ESV\n
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This is a time to look out for one another.
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Honestly, our life here at The Ponderosa BCV (before Coronavirus) and ACV (after Coronavirus) isn’t that much different. That’s mainly because we are retired. I think we are affected more by Mr. FixIt’s continued recovery from his stroke than we are the global pandemic. We have been taking turns making breakfast. (He makes the BEST oats!)

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Up until late afternoon, West Virginia was official the only state without a confirmed case of COVID-19. Governor Justice announce there has been on confirmed case over in the Eastern Panhandle. However, I have a friend from high school...a retired nurse. She says her son and daughter-in-law tested positive last week in Morgantown and it was never reported. So, who knows what’s really going on.

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West Virginia runs 50th in so many things, it looks like we are running 50th in the number of tests being performed as well. You know it has to be here. All we can to is practice good hygiene and social distancing. 

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The garage called today and my truck was ready so we went to pick it up. While it took the guy a week-and-a-half to finish, it cost a third of what it would have at the dealership. 

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We watched the news together, but only to hear if there are more directives. I baked a pie with some blackberries from the freezer and made a casserole of pork roast, veggies and noodles. We are determined to eat through all the fresh stuff before it goes bad so we don’t waste a thing. 

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After dessert, I excused myself to write my post. I sat and thought about what we should talk about tonight. Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day. Mr. Virgo loved St. Patrick’s Day. Just about every year, I had to go buy green food coloring at the last minute so the bar could serve green beer. These memories make me smile. However, Mr. Virgo was buried the day before St. Patrick’s Day. And that always makes me think. 

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He warned me before he died that bad things were going to start happening in this country. Things with politics, finances, and health. He said it felt like a rubber band was drawing too tight or like a balloon being overfilled. I don’t know if he had a premonition, or if it was just his love of history and world events that spurred him, but he was constantly telling me to be prepared.

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I wanted to believe him, but it seemed so fantastical at the time. Still, his warnings have never left me and I do find myself more prepared than I might have been before. I have friends who have lost spouses in the last year....two in the last week. When I think back over the months after losing Mr. Virgo...it was so terribly difficult to cope. And that was in a stable world. I cannot imagine what these people are going through without their person. To try to navigate this AND actively grieve is an unbearable thought. 

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It doesn’t just take a death to trigger grief. You may be grieving the loss of security the COVID-19 virus is bringing to our lives. When things happen beyond our control, it can trigger grief reactions and PTSD. When I begin to feel frightened, I change my focus back to God and remind myself...no matter what happens here, He will never leave me. Even with that, I walk around with a little knot in the pit of my stomach. I take all the unknowns that I have no control over and put them in the God box and set outside the front door.

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All in all, we are doing just fine. We’re just taking it one day at a time.

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So, how are things with you in your world. Are you feeling ok? What are you doing with your time? How have things changed for you in the last couple of weeks? Let me hear from you...tell me how you're doing.

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❤️

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“Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.”

\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2:4‬ ‭ESV‬‬\n
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May we never take things for granted.
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Day One:

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Slept in.

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Read Bible Study, E-mails, FB, and checked blog.

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Checked the weather and news online.

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Had coffee and breakfast with Mr. FixIt.

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Watched two game shows.

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Ran to town to get milk & stuff for burgers for dinner. (Hardly anyone in the store. Well stocked.)

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Drove to mechanic to check on my truck and get my gun case to bring home.

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Got money out of ATM.

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Visited with granddaughter and greatgrands.

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Took the stitches out of the cat and let her run.

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Ate a snack.

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Took a nap.

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Fixed supper.

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Watched The Voice.

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Retired to bedroom to write blog.

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In other words...the national emergency didn’t change much of anything. Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t have visited with the kids, but they haven’t been anywhere but home because she’s a stay-at-home mom with two babies. At this point though...we have no plans for any kind of gathering...large or small.

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After much discussion, we decided to cancel Girl Camper Camper College this weekend. None of us wanted to, but it was the prudent thing to do. We will gather later when things settle back down.

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My shout out today is to the grocery store workers. When there were crazed crowds fighting over bundles of toilet paper, the workers kept their cool and plugged right along. Even when they were being yelled at for something that is FAR above their pay grade. I’ve seen videos of people fighting over toilet paper and seen customers screaming at grocery clerks and telling them they hope they die from coronavirus.

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Here’s something I have learned from years of therapy. There is a very fine line between anger and fear. People jump into herd mentality, their fear begins to amp, they fight for what they perceive they need...in this case toilet paper. Their reptilian brain is telling them they have to be the alpha dog if they’re going to survive. So they grab the rolls of TP from the little old lady and shove it in their already over-filled cart. Angry. Spit flying. Over toilet paper. 

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That kind of anger comes from fear. I’ve seen it over and over in my time. Fear comes from being out of control and ill prepared.

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I talked to the kids yesterday. I shared what a wonderful opportunity this is to do something amazing that can change the world. This couldn’t have come at a better time. We were beginning to forget what it was really like to be a good human.

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Let’s do that...let’s be good humans.

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And remember how sweet it feels when we get to do that first thing we didn’t get to do for a while. 

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May we learn to appreciate what we have.

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❤️

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“Let the elders who rule well be considered worthy of double honor, especially those who labor in preaching and teaching.”

\n1 Timothy 5:17 ESV\n
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This is what most of our stores looked like this weekend. It won’t always be this way.
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We’ve been listening intently to the news. We’ve followed every story, listened to every nightmarish tale, seen and heard things we wish we’d never seen or heard. We’ve pillaged the stores in a way that would make a Viking proud. We’ve hoarded toilet paper, hand sanitizer, gloves, masks, and cleaners. Our pantries are stocked with everything from diapers to donuts. We’ve got every medicine available for every eventuality. The schools are closed. The stores are cutting back hours to give the staff enough time to restock. The hospitals are rationing supplies and making contingency plans for every possible scenario. And so...we wait.

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We are socially distancing ourselves. We are staying home...away from crowds and germs. We are binge watching every series on Netflix that sparks our interest. We are learning new skills. We are putting away food and reading. We are checking in on those who might need our help. We are watching church online or on television. We are reaching out with phone calls and texts and, dare I say...handwritten letters.

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And...we wait.

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And wait some more.

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What happens if...after we’ve waited and waited and sacrificed and been inconvenienced... What happens if...nothing happens? No big surge of disease. No drastic sudden influx of all these “hundreds of thousands of sick people?”

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I’ll tell you what SHOULD happen. We should breathe a HUGE sigh of relief because it means what we did...WORKED. It means we flattened the curve. It means we sacrificed our usual routines and made the most of it and we saved countless lives. 

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I know there will be a bunch of us who do that very thing. We’ll high five and say “Well done!” We’ll thank everyone in healthcare and the service industries. We will do our best to boost up the mom and pop business that took a hit from the shutdowns. We will praise our health officials who made difficult and unpopular decisions. And hopefully, we’ll remember to thank God for never leaving us in our darkest hours.

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If we have an ounce of forethought...a shred of decency...a touch of humanity we WON’T be that person who stands up and screams that it was all a hoax. That the whole thing was conjured up to throw an election or to make any one person or party look bad. That is petty. We must be better than that. 

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If we gain anything...just one tiny thing from this whole meshugas...it’s that we start looking for the humanity in each other again. We need to start finding love and kindness again. We need to remember...we may be different wings, but we’re flying the same bird here. Please, for the love of God...let’s turn something that’s potentially terrible into something that helps us see the divine in each other.

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Let’s let the legacy of the coronavirus be compassion.

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❤️

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“Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.”

\nColossians 3:12-15 ESV\n
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I don’t believe it’s a “stroke of luck”. I believe it is a gift from above.
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As I sat in bed the other night with my little lap desk and my iPad typing this, I had the windows open. At 9:00pm it was still in the mid-60’s and the peepers were calling from the ditch by the road that borders our property. The house was quiet...my husband was off bowling with his buddies. On his own. We have slowly increased his independence and he’s started driving a little. It is a great relief for him to return to some normalcy. It is a great relief to me that he can.

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I saw this meme the other day, and as is my wont, saved it for a future post. I am always looking for something that triggers a good story. This one reminds me of a prayer I prayed fervently for three years after Hubby #2 and I split up. That was such a convoluted mess. There were so many factors that went into the way that whole thing came down. Long term depression. An over abundance of far-too-available medications. A psychiatrist who was a really nice guy, but not a great doctor. Two people who were emotionally unavailable for vastly different reasons. Like I said, it was a mess.

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When we finally extricated ourselves from this dreadful dance and got some distance, I went on a crusade to “win him back...no matter what it took.” Let’s just say, that was not the healthiest decision I ever made but it was what I desperately wanted at the time. I prayed this prayer every day.

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“God, please! Fix my family!”

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Over and over I prayed these five words. I’d get hopeful, then my hopes were dashed. Finally, after three-and-a-half years...I let go and moved on. It was a slow and arduous process and not one without pratfalls. But eventually I found my balance and began to love myself and my life. Then Mr. Virgo came along.

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And, just like that it seemed...he was gone.

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His untimely and sudden death drew my closest family and friends around me to offer solace and comfort. I remember gathering for a family celebration and Hubby #2 was there with his wife. We were alone in the kitchen. I think we were having tea. 

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“Isn’t it a shame that it took the death of your husband to heal our family?”

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I was stunned and at a loss for words. In that moment, it occurred to me...God answered that fervent prayer perfectly. He did it His way...in HIS time. It wasn’t at all how I thought I wanted it at the time I prayed that prayer. But it turned out exactly how it was meant to be.

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I don’t believe in “luck”. I believe in God winks...moments when it is (or becomes) clear there is divine intervention involved in the circumstances of our lives. Honestly, if I had continued in the direction I was heading and stayed with Hubby #2, I am positive you and I wouldn’t be sitting here together today. You would be reading someone else’s words and I’d be pushing up daisies. 

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As it turns out, I was not meant to be in that marriage anymore. I was meant to run across Mr. Virgo and have that time with him to grow more...into who I was born to be. I cannot say I was meant to lose him. I can say it was his time to go. There is nothing good in that kind of loss. But I would be lying if I didn’t say there were gems in those flames. Flashes of insight. Inspiration and the courage to write. I developed a much closer relationship with God. And Mr. FixIt and I crossed paths again.

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Life is a funny thing. We are brought here for a specific purpose...each with his or her own special gifts. I am convinced my purpose in life is to use my writing to help others and lift them up. I believe our primary purpose here as humans is to learn to love like Jesus does. The tapestry that is created from all the colorful threads of life is a wonder to behold. Looking back at it from the far side is a marvel to my eyes. I hope that, when I am gone, these hundreds of thousands of words I have written will still be of some comfort to others...to my family, to my friends, and to those who walk through fire in this life and come out the other side, forged by the flames into something powerful and glorious. And, if not glorious...then at least left standing to carry on another day.

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❤️

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“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.”

\nIsaiah 43:2 ESV\n
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Memories are like pictures in a shoebox. Sometimes you get to find out what happened to that girl.
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She was just a little girl when I first met Caroline. Two years my junior, I felt ever so much older and worldly than the little girl with the long, straight hair. Caroline had an older brother about my brother Gary’s age. Our brothers both went to the “special school” in our home town. Our moms knew each other through the Easter Seal Treatment Center where the boys both received speech and physical therapy. My mom was the secretary. Caroline’s mom volunteered whenever mom needed envelopes stuffed for the fundraisers that were held periodically.

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I never really knew Caroline. Our ages were just enough different that our paths didn’t cross through school, but I remember seeing stories about her and her brother and parents in the newspaper from time to time. She always had that long, straight hair. She went on to become an artist and lived in New England. But, so many times over the years, she and her brother would come to mind and I’d wonder how they were.

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Last night, as Mr. FixIt was at the bowling alley with his buddies, I went to Panera to write my post. As I pulled out my iPad, I looked up at the woman sliding into the booth next to mine. I smiled. It was Caroline!

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I caught her eye and smiled.

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“I’m sure you don’t know me, but you would know my mom and my brother.”

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Turns out she did remember and we had the most lovely conversation...comparing notes of lives lived and times past. Well, as much as you can in a few minutes in a restaurant. I’m afraid our conversation took up much of her dinner time, but I was so happy to have connected with her.

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Her brother is in a care center now and really doing as well as can be expected. He seems to be happy and content where he is and there’s a lot to be said for that. I invited Caroline to find Marshmallow Ranch. I hope she does. It’s so wonderful when you can dot some “I’s” and cross some “T’s” in your life. It closes an open loop that has run through my mind over the years. 

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What a treat it is when there’s some completion to a story.

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❤️

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“and you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.\"”

\nJohn 8:32 ESV\n
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Poor Kitty got an abscess that needed to get fixed yesterday. She got a new body suit to protect her stitches.
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First off, let me say that any penny ante thing that I had to deal with yesterday pales in comparison with how great it feels to see my sweetheart turning back into his sweet, handsome self. No one wants to hear those words...”You’ve had a stroke.” It takes the starch right out of you. It’s not only a physical blow, but a psychological one, as well. His hand is getting better every day. It’s no longer tingly...just a little numb. Improvement is wonderful. We’ll take that any day of the week! Thank you, Jesus!

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That being said, I got up yesterday and went out to open the building so the kitty could go play and I knew right away something was wrong. She wouldn’t come out of her “kitty condo”...that warm bed I made for her when she arrived. I couldn’t even tempt her with her favorite treats. When I finally got her out, I ran my hands over her to find out if she had a sore place and she cried when I touched her left hind quarters. 

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I immediately put her in her carrier and went to get my purse. I told Mr. FixIt I was taking her to the vet. It was the first time I have left him since the stroke. He’s a grown man, I feel he’s out of immediate danger, and life goes on. I can’t be hyper-vigilant forever. The vet shaved the area where the kitty was hurting and revealed a horrifying sight. She had a hole the size of a golf ball in her side!

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It scared me to pieces, but the vet said cats get abscesses easily and while this was a big one, it could be easily fixed. She did have to sedate her because she was not going to just lay there and let them stitch her up. About an hour later, I received a stoned cat with pupils the size of teacups and a “cone of shame” around her head. By the time we got home, Houdini-cat had managed to escape the cone.

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We did get it back on her. Then we set up the really big wire dog crate so she was contained but still had room to move around. I hated leaving that cone on her because it inhibited her ability to eat and drink because she’s so little. One of my besties...Diane...is a big cat person. She suggested getting a child-sized t-shirt and jury rigging a kind of body suit so she could still move around but it wouldn’t inhibit her movements so much.

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I went to the dollar store and they didn’t have a very good selection of little kid’s clothes. So, I bought a pair of women’s leggings and used one of the legs to fashion a sort of body sleeve that covered the affected area without restricting her movements in any way. I made holes for all four legs and that keeps it pulled down over the stitches and it works great! I also used a kitten collar threaded through small slits (like button holes) that kept the front part in place. And, since there are two legs in a pair of leggings, I can make another body sleeve when this one gets soiled.

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So, that was the sucky part of my day. When I got home with the groceries, I made a wonderful meal...probably one of the better meals I’ve made in quite some time. Baked Salmon with Tzatziki, Quinoa with Mushrooms, Fresh Steamed Asparagus. And for dessert...Sugar Free Banana Pudding with Light & Fit Whipped Topping. Yes....we are back in the saddle with our diets working to be our best, most healthy selves.

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Salmon with Tzatziki, Quinoa with Mushrooms, and Fresh Steamed Asparagus made for the perfect turnaround to a trying day.
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We topped off the day with The Voice. Now, that’s how you turn a bad day around, I’d say.

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❤️

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“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.”

\nJames 1:2-8 NIV\n
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James 1:2-8 NIV

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I often awaken to his hand on my shoulder. I covet this moment.
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There is nothing like a health scare to shake you up....wake you up. After losing Mr. Virgo the way I did, my fear level Friday night isn’t surprising. But, now we’re here...we’re home...we’re processing. We’re walking on eggshells a little bit...feeling our way out on the ice to make sure it’s solid beneath us.

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I’m trying not to be hyper-vigilant. Mr. FixIt is trying not to worry me. We both slept the deep sleep of exhaustion and relief on Sunday night. We had a very laid back day yesterday. We didn’t even get out of our jammies. We ate and slept and watched movies. We smiled and kissed and hugged a lot...because we can.

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We’ll keep a low profile for another day or so. But then, it’s back in the saddle...albeit at a bit more slower pace. Look...we both have health issues. We aren’t 37 anymore. Waking up to that...getting our heads out of the sand...is important. It reminds us to be present in each moment. We don’t have the time to waste anymore. 

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Yes, we’re a little sad. And, we’re more than a little scared. But...we can’t walk on eggshells forever. We can’t stop living. We just have to be watchful and live our best lives. So, we made follow up appointments. And we looked at vacation rentals to extend our April beach trip by an extra week. Leaving him and going off on solo adventures might take me a while to get comfortable with. We’ll just have to see.

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Like I said...it’s uncharted territory. Deeper conversations will come as to how we will navigate it. But for now, we are just resting easy and feeling ever so grateful that this wasn’t any worse. Mr. FixIt felt much better yesterday. Thank you all so much for your kind words of love and support and, of course, for your many heartfelt prayers. We appreciate them so much!

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❤️

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“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

\nPsalms 118:24 ESV\n
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Praying for lots of ticket sales to help the families of critically ill children. And, for the new owners of this sweet little camper!
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The last five months have been SO much fun! Traveling through five states, camping at several state parks and private campgrounds, over 6,000 miles driven, plus some boondocking off the grid. All in one of the coolest little campers I’ve ever had the privilege to spend time in. I’m seriously considering selling Big TOW-Wanda and getting an rpod 196. I love the floor plan, it is so super easy to tow, the kitchen is really workable, the sofa is honestly indistinguishable from a residential as far as comfort (and folds down into a twin bed to boot!) There is SO much storage and the bed is situated so no one has to crawl over their bed partner to get out in the middle of the night. And to top it all off, the windows let in an amazing amount of light. They had me when I saw the window over the bed!

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I spent the day yesterday clearing out the things I’ve toted around with me on the trip. It’s amazing what can accumulate in five short months! There were things that stay with the camper, things that go back to Janine, things that go home, and things to throw away. As I sat and sorted, I prayed for the new owners of this little camper...that they see beautiful sights, that they enjoy peaceful solitude and/or family adventures, and that all their travels are safe and secure.

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Thank you all so much for joining me on this journey! I’ll post a farewell photo tomorrow. In the meantime, if you could please do us the honor of sharing this link with everyone you know, I would be ever so grateful. The monies from ticket sales goes to the HoldYou Foundation to assist families who have critically ill children with the practical things they need...keeping the lights on, buying groceries, gas for the car to get their child to and from the doctor. It’s a wonderful charity that the Girl Campers supports wholeheartedly. If you have access to a newsletter or mailing list, that would extra super special! We are getting down to the wire now. We have extended the hours to purchase tickets to midnight on Valentine’s Day! Wahoo!

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❤️

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“and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday.”

\nIsaiah 58:10 NIV\n
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I used to feel my mom lay her hand on my back...long after she passed.
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I went into town yesterday to meet a friend from church. She and her family have recently purchased a converted school bus and they are making a drastic change in their lives. They’re going on the road as a family of five, living a Godly life, homeschooling their children along the way, and exploring the country. They’ve made a one year commitment and they’re so excited! I met with them to add my insight since I did that with a camper for two years....however, alone and without children.

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As I was driving, I looked down at my arms and was taken aback. I was looking at my mother’s arms...clear as day. Same skin tone. Same age spots. Same skinny little bird wrists. It made my heart ache a little. Those of us who have lost our moms know it’s something we carry for the rest of our lives. We do that with any loss. There’s a separate room for orphans.

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I was talking to my mom’s sister on the phone the other day about how the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. She laughed and said, “Oh, Ginny...you are your mother’s daughter. You are so much like her.” I thought to myself...I hope she doesn’t mean the bad things like her stubborn streak. Then I laughed. Of COURSE that’s what she meant! I really AM my mother’s daughter!

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My mom’s cousin stopped by the camper in the mall last week. We sat and visited for a while. She saw the video of me pulling the camper into the mall and remarked with something like “Amazing...I never know what you’re going to do next!” I cannot imagine my mom doing what I do...like pulling a camper all over creation by myself. I think that would have scared her to death.

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I do think mom would have loved going along with me in a camper, though. Sometimes, when I’m really missing her, I fantasize taking a road trip with her and my brother. I think of all the places she would have loved to go. It makes me sad when I think how clueless I was when she was still living. Yes, I went to see her every year. Yes, I called her religiously every week. But I didn’t help her like I could have...should have. I didn’t offer to take her places or fix up her house. I was too busy living my own life and too blind to see what more I could have been doing for her and my brother. 

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I see more of my dad looking back at me from the mirror instead of my mom and her people. That took a long, long time to “get over” because of the difficult relationship he and I had. I did the best I could do with him and I don’t feel any guilt that I should have done more with/for him. We do tend to gravitate toward the light of love so I orbited my mom.

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Last night my arms virtually reached across the country and wrapped themselves around my younger daughter because she had a hard day. I wonder...when they see me as I age, do they see their Grammy? Do they see their Grammy’s arms when they look at mine? Do they note my graying hair and my not quite as peppy gait? Will they have that moment when they recognize I’m aging a little bit faster these days...like I did with my own mom? I think they do...more so because they only see me once a year. Like me with my mom.

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Will they one day see me in themselves? Maybe. Maybe not.

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Anyway...I am my mother’s daughter. More and more every year. And...that’s not a bad thing.

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❤️

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“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you...””

\nIsaiah 66:13 NIV\n
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What Makes a Family a Family?
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Before I get into this subject, let me first get something straight...I adore my children and their families. I love my exes and their spouses and their kids. I love my new bonus family as my own. And, I’ve got to tell you...the bonus family is easier. Let me explain.

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I always wanted to be the kind of grandma that everyone would flock to my house. We’d bake cookies and I’d fix their favorite meals. They’d drop in for visits...just because. We’d have barbecues in the summer and big family gatherings at the holidays. It would be comfortable and we’d be a close knit family.

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Then...I battled with depression for the better part of ten years when my kids were growing up. The medications I was on altered my personality and I really didn’t care about anything or anyone. I was essentially medically checked out. Then came the overdose and the horrible aftermath of that.

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It’s been twenty years since then. We’ve done a lot of healing and we all get along fine now. Economics and my desire to live in my home state again took me away from my Colorado family and I don’t get to spend as much time with them as I did when I lived there. They have busy lives and we don’t get the chance to talk on the phone nearly as often as we would like. I know much of this is in my head, but I feel like I try too hard to be “extra” to make up for the rough times I put them through. They tell me it’s fine and they love me...it’s water under the bridge. They always want to do things with me when I’m there. I know it’s totally self imposed, this feeling.

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I’ve been enjoying this really easy relationship with my bonus family here in West Virginia and it’s made me consider why. Why would it be easier than with my own flesh and blood? As I meditated on it last night, it occurred to me why. I have never hurt these people. I’ve never disappointed them. I’ve never let them down. They know me only for who I am in this moment...who I am in this new life that I have created for myself since Mr. Virgo died. 

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I also received a flash of insight when I thought of the difficult relationship I had with my own father. As an adult, I kept trying to draw him into conversations that would offer me some healing from the emotional abuse he inflicted on us. He would always say, “Can’t we just enjoy now and not dredge up the past?” I needed some kind of closure...he needed to enjoy the life he’d built for himself after divorce. His new life was easier than cleaning up the messes he left behind. I am proud of myself that I did the work to clean up my own.

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I imagine I am not alone in this. I also imagine it could be just the opposite with some people and they feel the awkwardness with the bonus family and not their blood family, whether it’s real or imagined. I guess my point is this...all families create their own inner dynamics and are as individual as fingerprints. One cannot compare one family to another. One can only do the best they can. And hopefully do even better when they learn and grow. 

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I miss my Colorado kids something awful. I am so blessed to be able to go and spend a good long time with them on my late summer trips. Still, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth with these bonus kids. One can never have too many people to love, right? Maybe one of these days I’ll get the whole family together in one place and they can all meet each other! That would be so much fun!

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❤️

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“This is my command: Love each other.”

\nJohn 15:17 NIV\n
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Having fun with the bonus family and basketball.
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When I married Mr.FixIt, I immediately more than doubled my family. I have all these bonus kids, grandkids, and now great grandkids. I remember dreaming of having a big family like my own grandma had. And now, Mr. FixIt and I have a combined family of 8 kids (with significant others), 9 grandchildren (with significant others) and 3 greatgrands. It’s so wonderful!

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My stepson and his family gave us tickets to a WVU Basketball game for Christmas. We met them at a restaurant in Morgantown for dinner before the game and had such a wonderful time. I’m learning so much from this experience...mainly how to be a better mom and grandma to my Colorado family. I miss them terribly and can’t wait to see them again. I don’t know if I can wait till summer to see them or not. We’ll see.

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The basketball game was a bit of a blowout as West Virginia beat Texas 97-59. The highlight of the game came from a freshman...a preferred walk-on named Spencer Macke. He’s made a few points on foul shots this season, but had yet to score a two, let alone a three pointer. As with most young players, the coach will often bring them into the game when the score is really lopsided so they get some experience with court time. 

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I heard the student section cheering really loud and asked Mr. FixIt what was going on. He said Macke was about to come into the game and the students were cheering for him and encouraging him to make his first basket of his career with WVU. I loved that. I watched carefully as his fellow teammates tried to set him up with the ball. Two or three times, the ball came to him but either he dropped it or he missed the basket. There has to be a lot of pressure on a young kid being watched by 14,000 screaming fans.

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Macke was being guarded tightly and could not break away. The students started chanting his name, the clock was ticking down. Then, all of a sudden, the ball was passed and Macke saw his chance. He faked out his guard, spun to his left, and let loose a high arcing shot that hit the basket from the 3-point line with seconds to spare. The crowd went wild! His teammates were jumping up and down on the sidelines. It was a sight to behold!

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When the team lined up to link arms and sing “Country Roads” at center court, the team made sure Macke was standing in the middle. The older students took him under their arms and tousled his hair. Others patted him on the back and shook his hand. And, on the way off the court, he was lifted to the shoulders of the other players and carried out of the coliseum.

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Such is the right of passage for a young athlete. I loved seeing the camaraderie...the encouragement from the other players...the warm enthusiasm from the crowd and his fellow students. It feels good when people lift each other up instead of feeling threatened or jealous. This is how we rise...by lifting others. It was a wonderful lesson to see.

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❤️

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“But Moses' hands grew weary, so they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it, while Aaron and Hur held up his hands, one on one side, and the other on the other side. So his hands were steady until the going down of the sun.”

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There’s a Fire in My Soul!
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There is a fine line between having a fire within...and running around like your hair’s on fire. A lot of times, the difference between the two is nothing more than attitude, perception, decision. I’ve been so super busy for over a year. Ever since my dear friend Janine chided me and told me to put my knitting down and write my book last February, I haven’t stopped running.

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I’m hoping my travel schedule isn’t quite so intense this year. I was gone for a total of four months last year. Not only is that too much to do, it’s expensive, and it keeps me from getting things done around here. Things that NEED doing.

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Mr. FixIt is making great headway on the new bathroom now. He’s patching drywall and putting in new light switches. He’s doing an excellent job and I am terribly impatient. I’m an instant gratification kinda gal. He is a hardworking perfectionist. We’re learning.

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Yesterday was SO much fun! I took the camper to Huntington and they interviewed me for a segment on their “First Look at Four” show. They filmed me cooking a meal in an RV kitchen. There will be a link I can share and you can watch the segment...hopefully tomorrow.

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Nothing deep and meaningful today. Just enjoying living in the moment...soaking it all in. It feels good to be in my skin. There were many, many years when I could not make that statement. 

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Happy Thursday!

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❤️

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“\"Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

\nMatthew 6:34 ESV\n
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“Travel brings me comfort in an uncomfortable world.”
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Well, dear ones...this is it. The last day of the year. The last day of a decade. And oh...what a time it has been. At the beginning of it, I was happily married to Mr. Virgo...living in Denver and not much liking that part, except for being in close proximity to my children. Not that I got to see them much. I was very focused on my husband and didn’t see past the end of my nose. A major regret.

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Three years into this decade, my life stopped when Mr. Virgo died unexpectedly...and I set out to create a new life with a new me. I sold the only home I had ever owned on my own. I made some bad decisions...but I’ve also made some good ones. I’ve driven tens of thousands of miles. I settled into and lived in the home of my heart on a beautiful farm that’s been in my family for nearly ninety years.

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I’ve connected with some really wonderful people, and reconnected with people I’ve known for a lifetime. I’ve written hundreds of thousands of words as I poured out my grief and my heart and my love into the ether sphere. I married a man I initially set eyes on when I was six years old.

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I gained people. And...I lost people I loved dearly.

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I totaled a truck and escaped with nothing worse than a small brain bleed that left me struggling to remember things for a couple of years, which filled me with fear. This last year, things finally started to fire on all cylinders in my poor noggin and I feel more like myself than I have in a very long time.

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I’ve aged a hundred years in some ways. I’ve gotten much younger in others.

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I got a cat. Well...she got me.

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I gained a huge extended family and I’m now not only a grandma....I am a GREAT grandma to two little ones with a third one due any day now. I am a GiGi, to be exact. A Mom and a mother-in-law and a Nana and a GiGi. A sister and a friend and a wife. How cool is that?

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I went to Church Sunday night and Pastor Justin asked us to think about who we were before we were saved. In that moment, I realized THAT’S what has been hovering in the back of my mind as I contemplate the end of this decade. Because it was the beginning of the previous decade when my life very nearly came to an end.

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I let myself cry as the music wafted over me, the Holy Spirit covering...filling me with his Love. My life has moments of demarcation with lines in the sand marking the points between “before” and “after”. The overdose. My mom’s death. Finding Jesus. Meeting, then losing, Mr. Virgo.

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Finding ME.

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Finding love again.

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Marrying a wonderful man.

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All while traveling. I get bored being in the same place too long. I need to seek new horizons from time to time. I need to get away and “blow off some stink” every once in a while. I need to recharge...away from everyone and everything I know. I need to go where no one knows me and rest in the anonymity that comes with the unfamiliar. 

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I get uncomfortable when I become too comfortable. When things start to get too predictable, I need to shake things up. I tried to count how many houses and apartments I’ve lived in during my lifetime and I lost track. I crave change. Thank goodness I’m married to a very understanding man. It makes me easier to live with, I think.

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I don’t usually travel like I did this year...not since I was on the road with the camper after Mr. Virgo died. It was different this time. It was harder to be away from my sweetheart. Partly because I genuinely love being with him and partly because I’m older now and I have intimate experience with loss. Things have changed. There’s more to lose now. I’m not sure how much I’ll travel in the coming year...but I’m sure it won’t be quite like 2019.

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We’re heading out tonight for a family bowling party to ring in the New Year. I can’t remember the last time I bowled. I can’t remember the last time I was out past 10:00! I have to remind myself...I’m only 66. There will be plenty of time to lay down when I’m dead and gone, right?

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Maybe I can take a nap before we go.

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Happy New Year, my dear ones! If you are struggling, may 2020 bring you peace, prosperity, and good health. You are so loved.

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Thank you. Truly...thank you for being here all these years. I am eternally grateful for the connections I have made through this page.

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Be blessed!

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Ginny

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❤️

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“Sing to the Lord a new song; sing to the Lord, all the earth. Sing to the Lord, praise his name; proclaim his salvation day after day. Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples.”

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Psalms 96:1-3 NIV

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“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”

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Psalms 90:12 NIV

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“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.”

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Proverbs 16:9 NIV

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“Is there anything better than an apple pie fresh from the oven?”
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We entertained my bonus family last night for our annual Christmas gathering. I started a new tradition with them when I entered the picture...chili and cinnamon rolls. One of the grandchildren loves Key Lime Pie so I made one along with an Apple Pie...another family favorite. Along with the chili came a large platter of peanut butter sandwiches. This is a West Virginia thing. When we were in school, the cooks either served peanut butter sandwiches or peanut butter cookies on chili day. We had both last night.

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There was enough to send everyone home with some chili and desserts. I took the easy route this year and used paper plates and bowls and plastic silverware. The kitchen looked like a bomb went off in there and I don’t care. It had to wait till morning. 

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We added something different this year and did a white elephant exchange which went over really well. There was lots of laughter and feigned sadness when one of our gifts was “stolen”. The kids mentioned several times how fun it was and they want to do it again next year.

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These big family dinners seem like a lot more work the older I get. That’s one of the reasons I adopted my Colorado family’s tradition of the chili and cinnamon rolls. After Thanksgiving, everyone is sort of turkeyed out and another big meal seems overwhelming to me. I dream about the possibility that someday all my Colorado family will come to me for Christmas...but they don’t come here for the same reason I don’t go there. The weather is just too unpredictable and with Colorado being such a tourist destination, it isn’t cheap to fly there any time, let alone in the winter. 

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Now that this event is behind us, I feel like I have a little time to breathe for the next few weeks. We received tickets for a WVU basketball game as one of our Christmas presents and I’m really excited about that. It was a lot of fun the last time we went.

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I hope you all are enjoying the holidays in whatever way you can. 

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❤️

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“Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your children will be like olive shoots around your table.”

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Psalms 128:3 NIV

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“We should all seek to grow through our losses, and accept that change is all there is to do.”
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On March 12, 2013...my world as I knew it came crashing to an end. The future Mr. Virgo and I had planned ended right in front of me in the cold, sterile environment of a Colorado emergency room. Time stopped in that moment and I struggled to do the simplest of tasks...breathing was at the top of the list.

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I ever so slowly dragged myself along the jagged shards of grief till I could accomplish simple things like personal hygiene, taking care of paperwork, and eating proper meals. Each tiny step seemed monumental and yet my focus was never much further than the end of my nose. But, hours became days, weeks, months. And finally...years.

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When I look back on all of that now, I marvel that I survived. I also marvel at this new creation I have become. I am such a different version of myself than I was when Mr. Virgo was alive. I’m not at all sure he would like being married to the me I am now...although I have not a doubt that he would be ever so proud of what I have accomplished in a relatively short time.

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Relatively short...if you can call seven Christmases without him “short”. Time is tricky. It seems like yesterday. It seems like eternity. Sometimes, it seems like a dream that I even had him. I’ve learned this is common and it was one of the hardest things to accept. It meant I was growing. Not forgetting...but growing into this new life that I find myself living.

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And that’s where I’ve come to sit with you today...coffee in hand...to have a little chat. I’ve felt the winds of change whipping around my head for some time now. I’m not one to fear change. As a matter of fact, I embrace it. Good change, anyway. I find myself in a place now where I need to make some good changes. For me. For the people in my life whom I love and love me.

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I’ve written every day...almost every single day...for 2,471 days. That’s 6 years, 9 months, and 5 days...in case you’re wondering. I’ve given everything to this project...this Grief Journal...the Documentary of an Ordinary Life. I’ve spoken from my heart with honesty and what I hope was with empathy and grace. And now...I find myself at a crossroads.

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On the day Mr. Virgo died, God threw a pebble in the lake of my life and the ripples have expanded in ever broadening circles...touchIng, crossing, blending with the circles of others. He brought me a companion in Mr. FixIt. With him, God brought me a large extended family that adds to my own in Colorado. More children, grandchildren, and now great grandchildren to love and care for.

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He crossed my path with Janine Pettit who has not only been a dear friend and mentor, but has opened my world to greater opportunities than I could have envisioned. God has answered my prayers when I asked him to “expand my territory”...my circle of influence...to give me even more opportunities to share how He has touched my life. And to share what wisdom I have been graced with.

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There are big projects in the works on a national level which require more and more of my attention. One of which is the new OH-WV Girl Camper Chapter that I share with my dear friend, Gail Bable. We write stories about camping, the things we’ve learned, our favorite picks (parks, equipment, etc.) and local finds. We are essentially Ambassadors for Ohio and West Virginia Tourism as it relates to women travelers...be it camping or otherwise. I also write a series for them called Girl Camper Moments.

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There’s my book, which sits waiting for me to get back to it and breathe life into it so it may be born out into the world. There’s a second book, and a third, and....you get my drift. There’s writing to be done and there are only so many hours in the day in which to do it. I have worked so long and hard on Marshmallow Ranch to let it devolve into anything less than the level of quality you have come to expect...and deserve. This is where the growing pains come in.

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I have to make some changes.

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If I want to do what I feel God is calling me to do, then I have to learn to use my time wisely. Just as our finances belong to God and we must be good stewards of what He has entrusted us with, so too is the time He has graced us with in order to accomplish the purpose He has for us in this life. To that end, I have set up a “work schedule” for 2020. I will post here every Wednesday and every Sunday. I will continue “Sunday Evening Prayer Circle” as that has become such a moment of solace for me and for so many others I know. Then I can focus Friday on Girl Camper and turn the writing time I’ve been using into work time on the book. 

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I do hope you continue to follow along. It may take more work to find me. I'm not sure what Facebook will do to my algorithms if I don't post every day. I will post brief, encouraging photos and quotes frequently. I just won't be writing the long story posts every day we both have become accustomed to. I get as much...if not more...from my writing when I read your kind and encouraging comments. Your loyalty has not been lost on me and I am ever so grateful for all of you.

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And now, it's.....

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2020

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It's all about a new chapter.

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20/20

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It’s all about vision.

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With much love and gratitude...

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Ginny

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❤️

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“The seed falling among the thorns refers to someone who hears the word, but the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth choke the word, making it unfruitful. But the seed falling on good soil refers to someone who hears the word and understands it. This is the one who produces a crop, yielding a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown.””

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Matthew 13:22-23 NIV

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\"Grandma’s Grandma’s farm is at the mouth of a holler. No one lives back up the holler anymore.

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It’s “Feel Good Friday” and I want to share something with you.  We often talk about the hills of WV where my roots run deep. We talk about Grandma’s farm and the home of my heart. I tell you stories and memories that warm my soul and hopefully yours, as well. If you grew up like I did…you’ll be able to relate. And if you didn’t, you’ll be able to see how the luckiest of us were raised up.

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I belong to several Appalachian pages on Facebook. I love the pictures and the stories as they stir up memories as old as the hills. When I read the writing of one of these hill folk and it particularly moves me, I simply must share. This piece was written about the hollers of Eastern Kentucky, but that’s not all that far from here and aptly describes our neck of the woods in WV, too. I hope you enjoy!

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The Definition of an Eastern Kentucky Holler…..

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Someone from outside my area recently asked me about our Eastern Kentucky hollers, and I have been thinking of how to best describe them to those not familiar with them.  The simple answer is that a holler is a lane that follows a narrow valley between the hills.  But if you’re from the hills of Eastern Kentucky, then you know there’s a lot more to a holler than that.  

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Most hollers are just dirt roads with a little gravel spread on them every now and then.  They were never intended to carry heavy traffic.  A holler is generally very sparsely populated because that’s the way we like it.  We guard our privacy and we’re pretty wary of strangers.  Often there’s not another house in sight of your house.  

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But we still know our neighbors.  And when one needs help, then you help.  If someone is sick in the holler, then you pitch in to help until they get back on their feet.  If someone has a problem, then you listen.  When someone claims you as a friend, then you’re loyal.  And if you make a promise, then you’d better make good on it.

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There aren’t any mansions In a holler.  In fact, most houses in a holler are modest ones.  And almost everyone has a barn, and a couple of other outbuildings.  Some have chickens and cows and goats and a couple of horses.  And they all have at least one dog that runs to the road and barks at every car that passes by.  

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Most people in a holler have a front porch.  And they actually sit on it.  They shell peas and string green beans and peel apples on the porch.  And people stop by and sit on the porch with you.  They laugh and talk and cuss a little bit about crooked politicians.  And in the dusky evenings, they come with fiddles and flat top guitars and five-string banjos.  And, good Lord in heaven…..what music they make!  Sometimes the music drifts up and down the holler and it’s so pretty it just makes you want to cry!  But instead of crying, you find yourself humming along to the lonesome strains of the Orange Blossom Special. 

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A lot of the houses in a holler have been occupied by several generations of the same family over the years.  There is comfort in living in the house where your grandpa was born, or playing in the creek where your daddy used to swim.  Something stirs down deep inside of you when you know you’re walking in the steps of your forefathers.  And you never really feel alone as long as you know that your people lie buried on top of the hill that holds you so closely.  Never underestimate the way that the hills cradle you.  They will rock you to sleep at night, and awaken you in the morning with a happy heart and a joy in your soul.

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If you live in a holler, you get recognition every day.  And you’re never invisible.  People always wave at you when they see you on your porch or in your yard.  And if they don’t see you outside, then they will blow the horn when they drive by your house….just as a way of saying “howdy”.  And if a few days pass and they don’t see you, then they’ll stop by to check on you.  You can count on it.  And you can count on them.

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If your house is the first one as you turn up the holler….then you live at the mouth of the holler.  If your house is the last one where the holler dead-ends…then you live at the head of the holler.  And responsibilities fall to you according to where you live in the holler.  For example, if you live at the mouth of the holler and you see a strange car that doesn’t belong to anyone you know and it’s heading up the holler, then you call the people who live above you and let them know that there’s a stranger headed up their way.  That’s just common courtesy.  If a vacuum cleaner salesman comes to your door, then call and let the others in the holler know so they’ll have time to let the big dogs out of the house before the salesman pulls into their driveway. 

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If anyone invites you to have a meal at their table…accept their offer quickly.  And if it’s a house where an old woman runs the kitchen, get to the table just as fast as you can. And get ready to be amazed!  Because if you live to be a hundred years old, you will never have a finer meal than one served up in an Eastern Kentucky holler.

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There is a certain etiquette adhered to when you drive up or down the holler.  If you meet another car in an extra narrow spot, then one of you has to back up to a wide spot so the other can pass.  And when you are finally able to pass each other, you stop and roll the car window down and you talk until another car comes along and you have to move on.

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If your neighbor slides out of the road in the winter snow, or if he gets stuck in the mud, then you try to push him out.  If you’re unable to push him out, then you get your tractor out of the barn, attach a big chain, and pull him out.  Again…it’s just common courtesy.  

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If someone in the neighborhood dies, you get to their house quickly with huge boxes of food.  You make a pot of coffee.  And then you make another one.  And you stay beside your neighbor for as long as you’re needed.  You don’t even have to say a word, you just have to be there.

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There are other unwritten rules to holler-living.  If a forest fire breaks out, you become a firefighter.  And not just to save your own house, but to also save all the other houses in the holler.  If the creeks start rising, you don’t leave anyone behind to face the muddy waters alone.  And when storms come, and they will, you will find no better friends than the ones who are going through the same challenges that you’re facing.  

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There’s a lot more to be said about an Eastern Kentucky holler, but if I don’t tell you another thing, you need to know that a holler is more than a narrow isolated lane that runs between the hills.  A holler takes you to the place where you have always been loved and where you’ll always be welcome.  A holler takes you to the place where you can find comfort and peace and a sense of belonging.  It takes you to your roots and to your family and to the truth of who you are.  A holler takes you home.  

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Written by Roberta Stephens

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January 4, 2017

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In sweet memory of the hollers I have loved

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❤️

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“‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.””\n

Revelation 21:4 NIV

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Wait! How can it possibly be just two weeks till Christmas Day??? It seems like I was on the RPod Tour yesterday and now we are sliding into the home stretch and the year will be over. I went to the farm Monday midday to write. I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the tin roof. I couldn’t help it. Not only was it soothing, but it’s my happy place and I’ve been running around like crazy this year. I just enjoy it so much. 

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I woke up yesterday morning and looked at the weather reports. When I went to sleep it was 61℉ and raining. By morning they were predicting snow in the afternoon. I had limited groceries with me so I decided to pack up and head back to the Ponderosa. When I walked in, I heard the carpet shampooer running in the basement and that can only mean one thing. The basement flooded again. I went down and helped my sweet Mr. FixIt clean up the mess.

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Once we got the worst of it done, I sat down to write. I have deadlines to meet every couple of weeks and I had a lot of work to do. Several hours later, I turned off the computer. I’ll finish this morning. Mr. FixIt baked some peanut butter cookies. We watched the news. We read the mail. We got our first Christmas cards yesterday. I haven’t even thought about doing ours yet. I haven’t gone Christmas shopping. I haven’t baked cookies or made special gifts. Nothing.

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I used to feel really bad about myself if the holidays weren’t visions straight out of a Hallmark movie. I have SO gotten over that. The house is decorated…enough. Did I get the Christmas Village out on the dining room table? Nope. It’s ok. If my friends and family get a New Year’s letter from us, is it going to be the end of the world? Nope. It’s ok. If the kids get cash cards instead of intricately wrapped gifts, will it make the holidays any less bright? Nope. How about if I buy a store bought cheesecake instead of making fifteen dozen cookies…does it take anything away from our celebrations? No.

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Because…all the decorations and the hoopla, the frenzy and the manic late nights aren’t what this holiday season is about anyway. It’s about love. And celebrating Jesus. And gathering the family and holding them close. I started a new Christmas tradition for Mr. FixIt and family when I came into the picture. I make a big pot of chili and homemade cinnamon rolls. It’s low key. We exchange modest gifts. And this year, we’re going to have a White Elephant gift exchange as a fun activity. If you’ve never done that, it’s a lot of fun. Here are the rules:

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Each participant supplies one wrapped gift, usually of similar value. The gifts are placed in a central location, and participants determine in which order they will take turns selecting them. The first person opens a wrapped gift, and the turn ends. On subsequent turns, each person has the choice to either unwrap a new present or to steal another’s. When a person’s gift is stolen, that person can either choose another wrapped gift to open or can steal from another player. To avoid never-ending circles, each gift can only be stolen once per turn. The game is over when everyone has a present. Generally, it is recommended to have at least six participants for the gift exchange party. With a larger group, game play may be more protracted.

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It’s a KISS Christmas…Keep it Simple, Santa!

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❤️

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“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”\n

Matthew 6:21 NIV

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\"Friends\" “One of my besties! Deneene and her sidekick, Griffen the Grey, came for a visit. She’s good for what ails ya!”

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I wrote in yesterday’s post about feeling “in the ditch”. I struggled for a few days with grief waves triggered by a traumatic loss in the family. Then, in swept my dear friend Deneene with lots of love and her trusty sidekick, Griffen the Grey. Griff is a nine month old French Bulldog who wriggled his way into my heart when we visited Deneene and her husband Mark in South Carolina this summer. 

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I had been greatly anticipating Deneene’s arrival for the last week and when she walk in the door, all the “holding it all in” released with her big bear hug. I had the gas stove in the family room fired up so it was nice and toasty. And I had the TV on with this really great ten hour YouTube fireplace video running in the background. We have a huge TV because the family room is huge. It used to be a two car garage, so if you want to read the fine print at the bottom of the screen, you need a big TV. When Deneene walked in, she said she could see the fire blazing from the road leading past our house. I was glad no one thought the house was on fire and called 911!

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We didn’t stay up too late and talk because my friend is a new grandma and had just spent a week at her daughter’s helping out with the new baby. She was pretty tired so we said goodnight early. Deneene is not a real morning person, so when Mr. FixIt and I woke up at 8:30, I told him to be really quiet so as not to wake her. I forgot that puppies get their mommies up really early and she had been waiting for US to get up and keeping Griffen quiet.

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When I heard them talking in the family room, I quickly dressed and went into the kitchen to cook breakfast. Scratch biscuits with homemade sausage gravy and eggs. OMGosh! It’s been forever since I fixed that and it was SO good. I made Paula Deen’s Cream Biscuits. They are love in the palm of your hand. Look up the recipe. Super easy! And sausage gravy couldn’t be easier to make than mine. Fry a pound of sausage till browned, sprinkle about a third of a cup of flour over it and stir till combined then slowly pour enough milk over it to loosed it up, adding more milk as it cooks, stopping when you get the right consistency. 

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As we sat and ooohed and ahhhed over the delicacy before us, we slathered butter and local orange blossom honey over the rest of the biscuits till there were just three left. I tucked them in a bag for Deneene to take with her to nibble on the road. Deneene raved over our hospitality and I told her it was the best B&B this side of the Mississippi…and it’s free!

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We said our WV goodbye. She announced she should be leaving. We told another story. She said she really should get going. We hugged and talked about when we would get to see one another again. She gathered up her things. I made sure she didn’t forget her biscuits. We walked to the door. We hugged again and declared it had been too long since the last visit and we shouldn’t wait so long next time. She double checked if she had everything. I asked if she needed a bottle of water for the road. She picked up her bags and we had another long hug at the door. As she walked through, we noticed she had set down the biscuits when she put on her coat so we retrieved them for her. If it hadn’t have been raining, we would have walked her to her truck and the goodbye would have lasted another fifteen to twenty minutes. Thus is the nature of goodbyes in the country. It’s a goodbye full of love!

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I called after her, “Don’t forget to text when you get there!” If it was dusk, I would have said, “Watch for deer!” That’s West Virginian for “I love you!”

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Deneene honked from the road as she drove by and I waved madly from the front window. And she was gone. My friend whom I helped through her own grief had come and returned the favor. I felt so much better after her visit. I have a big deadline to meet this week so after Deneene left, I packed up and went to the farm where I turned the TV to the same fireplace video. I survived another wave and I’m on to the next thing. Such is the nature of grief. It just gets incorporated into life and you move forward. Thank you for your support yesterday. You have no idea what that means to me. I wish everyone who grieves had cheerleaders like you to support them through their journey.

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❤️

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“My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.”\n

John 15:12 NIV

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\"Santa “When being Santa is on your bucket list…”

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This is the time of year where Christmas is around every corner. The twinkling lights and bustling shops, the carols and the wonderful aromas wafting from the kitchen…they all bring up memories. And, while there is a plethora of “warm-fuzzy” memories, there are also sad painful memories that show up with the turn of the calendar and the darkening of the days.

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Christmas was Mr. Virgo’s very favorite holiday. When he worked at the Hotel Jerome in Aspen, he was asked to play Santa one year. You would have thought he was stepping on stage at the Met. He was thrilled…not only to play the role, but to grow out his beard. You often are not allowed to have facial hair when you work in Food & Beverage. This was a treat, all the way around. I know what joy that brought him. 

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One of my high school friends brought us some devastating news a while back. Her sweet brother, Ed Lowe, was diagnosed with cancer. When they did an in depth work up, they found out it had spread through his body. Ed is a pastor, and he knows where he will go when it is his time. He’s taking advantage of every treatment option and covets the prayers of anyone who will pray for a miracle with him.

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With his typical optimism, Ed has set out to work on his bucket list. With Christmas fast approaching, he put his wish out there….to be Santa in our hometown Christmas Parade! Phone calls were made and before you knew it, Ed was being fitted for his Santa suit and got to ride down Market Street on a float…waving and smiling and throwing candy to the children lining the parade route.

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These are the happy/sad stories we read about this time of year. This is a memory that will be cherished by so many people, no matter what the outcome of Ed’s health scare may be. I’m telling you this story because I love my friend, Janet. I love her fierce devotion to her brother. And, I am asking you to do something for us. Whenever you see Santa in the coming weeks, please send up a prayer for a special man of God who wants his own Christmas Miracle. Please pray for Ed Lowe…and all the others who need miracles, as well.

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?❤️????❤️?

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“Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.”\n

Jeremiah 17:14 NIV

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\"Reading\" “Books open the mind of the reader and sparks an interest in the world.”

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I am so busy writing now, I seldom have time to read. I have a stack of books by the bed. A cabinet full in the family room. My iPad has at least a dozen good books just waiting for me to sit down…yet I seldom do. And when I do have time, I love to knit. 

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I used to read voraciously, but since Mr. Virgo died, I just can’t seem to concentrate long enough to get into the story. I wish I could. I think I would love to sit by a babbling brook on a warm spring day and while away the hours, getting lost in a captivating storyline. I keep hoping.

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I do have such fond memories of reading. My mother taught me to read before I started school. The first grade teacher was so taken with my early reading skills that she sent me to other classes to read to the children. I always had a book, and when I didn’t have one, I read the dictionary or my hand-me-down encyclopedia. Mom bought a set of books as shopping rewards from the grocery store when I was very young and I devoured them.

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I have memorable moments with certain books. Love Story. I threw the book across the room and sobbed. To Kill A Mockingbird. I felt an inherent shame for the ill-treatment of others. Of Mice and Men. It broke my heart because I have a differently-able brother. There was Watership Down which got me through seasons of anxiety. There were the horror stories of Stephen King. The dramatic mysteries from the likes of James Patterson and Robin Cooke and so many others.

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A very special time in my life was when Daughter #2 and I cuddled in bed every night and read the Harry Potter books. Thinking back on that time is bittersweet. Reading with her was wonderful. But my marriage was falling apart, as was my fragile mind in the midst of it all, and that season of my life was clouded by Prozac and assorted pharmaceuticals.

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I have a new generation to read to now. Our oldest great grandchild is two now and is beginning to take an interest in books. The younger is just four months old so it will be a while before I can read to him, but we’ll have lots of picture books. And, another little boy will be gracing our presence in January.

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I think I may have to start scheduling a time to read for pleasure. What are your favorite reads these days?

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❤️

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“He went up to the temple of the Lord with the people of Judah, the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the priests and the prophets—all the people from the least to the greatest. He read in their hearing all the words of the Book of the Covenant, which had been found in the temple of the Lord.”\n

2 Kings 23:2 NIV

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\"Happy “Here’s a photo of my happy big brother. He makes this a true Feel Good Friday!”

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Wednesday night, after leaving the funeral home in support of family who suffered a devastating loss, I came home to an empty house while Mr. FixIt ran errands in town. I cleaned up around the house a bit, snuggled the kitten and put her to bed, then padded down the hallway to our room. I got into my cozy jammies, climbed into bed, and prepared to write my post…as I do every night. Then my phone dinged.

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I looked down and it was a text from Hubby #2. He was having dinner with my brother and sent me a picture. He does this whenever they go out and it makes my heart burst…for a number of different reasons. First, because I miss my brother and I only get to see him once a year now. He is my only blood sibling. I have two sibs of the heart…but my Bubby is the the best. He owns the biggest piece of real estate in my heart. It made me so happy to see that great big smile from this sweet, sweet man.

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The second reason my heart exploded is…this picture was only possible because the man I was married to for twenty years thinks enough of my brother to make a point to take him out to dinner several times a year. There was a time in the throes of divorce that I truly mourned, not just for the loss of a marriage, but the loss of my friendship with #2. I was always hopeful we could develop that again, but it wasn’t until Mr. Virgo died what we set everything aside and called a truce. I’m so glad because it’s so much better for the kids and grandkids when you can get along. The fact that he takes my brother out for dinner and sends me the picture makes me proud of the personal growth we both have accomplished.

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I’m always looking for good news stories to share with you all because there’s already so much bad stuff. We need something uplifting. A friend shared a cute little Christmas commercial with me last night so I decided I’m going to try to have “Feel Good Fridays” to give us all something joyful to take us into the weekend. Thanksgiving was so late this year that it’s giving us a shorter Christmas season. And…this is the time of year for all the feel good stories. After December, I’ll have to go hunting for them. But, hunting I shall gladly do. I hope you enjoy this sweet little story out of the UK. 

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https://www.cnn.com/2019/12/04/uk/heartwarming-christmas-advert-intl-scli-gbr/index.html?ofs=fbia

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❤️

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“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”\n

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 NIV

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\"Christmas “Christmas Lights & Pie”

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When all the food is put away…when all the dishes are done…when all the guests have said their last goodbye…what time is it? It’s time for PIE! Well, really…is there ever a BAD time for pie? We turned off the lights…all but the tree. And just enjoyed the quiet.

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I took the kitten in bright and early to be spayed and immediately came home and slept three more hours. Working to put on a big family dinner takes the starch out of you. And it gets harder the older you get. 

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The babies were so much fun. Princess First was in rare form, ate like a champ, colored brilliantly, and melted me with “Pweeze, Gigi!” I’m toast. Then there was Prince Second. Oy, he is a solid chunk of sheer joy. He smiles and coos and bats his big eyes at me. All I wanted to do all day was kiss and nibble on those cheeks…they are so delectable!

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Once the kitten was ready, I went to pick her up. They informed me she needs to stay in the house for the next ten days. You know what that means, don’t you? It means we now have an indoor cat. Bring me all the antihistamines in the land! It’s better, really. I worry about her outside with that road even though she was safe in the pole building every night. I also found out we can board her with our vet when we go out of town. So it was a win-win day. 

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Now I can turn my focus back to writing. The OH-WV Chapter page on the new Girl Camper website needs my attention every couple of weeks. There are presents to make. Cookies to bake. Calls to make. Cards to send. This will be a busy and quick month for all of us. Then we can start making all our camping plans for the  New Year! There’s going to be some fun things happening on the east side…up and down the mid-Atlantic area so keep your eyes peeled for announcements!

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Katy bar the door…all heck is gonna break loose around here!

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❤️

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“Put your outdoor work in order and get your fields ready; after that, build your house.”\n

Proverbs 24:27 NIV

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\"‘70s “Ohhhh….the food of the ‘70s. We thought it was SO elegant and sophisticated!”

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Look at these foods of the ‘70s! OMGosh! Someone posted a bunch of these on my Facebook feed last week and I had to laugh. These are the kind of things my first mother-in-law would have called “tres elegante”. El-e-GAN-tay…four syllables. What is that banana thing with ham and some sort of sauce on it? Or the hot dog volcano? Or that clear gelatin mold with the canned vegetables lurking in it???  I wonder if years from now, people will look back at our meals of today and think “Ugh!”?

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We held our belated Thanksgiving Dinner yesterday. Cooking for a crowd is a multiple day affair and this year, everything came out perfectly. I cannot make stuffing to save my life, but this year it was moist and tasty. The brined turkey was succulent and flavorful. The roasted butternut squash was a surprising hit. We narrowly averted another fiasco with the sweet potatoes again this year. Last year, we forgot and left them in the oven. This year, I was going to cook them in the CrockPot. I had them out in the garage fridge and when Mr. FixIt brought all the food in this morning, they were inadvertently forgotten. Fortunately, I remembered in time to transfer them into a baking pan and popped them in the oven. They were perfect. The mashed potatoes were great and the gravy was the best! You just cant ruin green beans unless you burn them so they were fine. I wasn’t as impressed with the way I prepared the Brussels sprouts this year. I made a warm bacon dressing and tossed the chiffonade with crispy bacon bits, dried cranberries and the sweet and sour sauce till they were barely wilted. I think I should have cooked them another minute. The only thing we forgot to put out on the table this year was the cranberry sauce. It was left in the fridge. Have any of you frozen the sauce to use later? I hate to waste it.

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There was a pall over the festivities, though. There was a death in our daughter-in-law’s family and they could not attend. They are all in our prayers. After dinner, we sat with the rest of the kids and talked about how quickly death can come. We cautioned the young ones to drive safely. They think they are bulletproof. Perhaps something like this coming so close to home will help them remember to drive carefully. I just cover them with prayer all the time.

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And just like that…it’s December.

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❤️

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““See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.”\n

Matthew 18:10 NIV

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\"Black “Little Black Kitty - Big Black Friday”

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We have to go to town today. Ugh! I avoid Black Friday like the plague. But, we are having our family Thanksgiving on Sunday and there are fresh things I need to buy to prepare. Mr. FixIt was lamenting because Walmart will be crazy. We almost forget about real stand alone grocery stores and they should be less chaotic. My favorite store in the area is the Kroger over in Belpre. It’s as close to a Denver grocery as I have ever found here.

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Yesterday was a beautiful day…just the two of us. We cleaned house a little. Mr. FixIt shampooed the carpet down the hall. I made the brine for the turkey. We washed the windows in the family room. I am so glad to get the bathroom fixtures and tools out of there…it needed a good cleaning. We put up the tree and it made me miss my Colorado peeps…a lot.

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I talked to my brother yesterday and I FaceTimed with Daughter #1. She was cooking her Thanksgiving Dinner as we chatted. My son-in-law was in the background, peeling potatoes. As I watched her, she told me what she was doing. She took her phone and focused on each dish and told me how she made it. She makes this really great Sausage-Cranberry Stuffing. I asked her about making sweet potatoes and she showed me a trick I had never heard of before.

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First, she cleans, peels, and cubes her sweet potatoes. Then she puts brown sugar in the bottom of a CrockPot to the depth of her first knuckle. She puts the cubed sweet potatoes on top and pats them down a little, and dabs about 3 tbsp of butter on top. Cover and turn on low for 2.5 hours or so, then turn to high. Stir gently every once in a while to coat the potatoes with the brown sugar. The sweet potatoes have enough moisture in them, you don’t have to add liquid. When they are fork tender, turn the CrockPot to warm. She throws miniature marshmallows on top at that point and they melt and get gooey by serving time. I don’t usually add marshmallows to my sweet potatoes because I don’t like them that sweet. Her late grandpa taught her how to make them. We really miss Pop, so I’m happy to have one of his recipes.

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As I was washing the windows in the family room, the little kitty sat so regally out in the yard watching my every move. She is growing fast and will go in Monday to be spayed. I’m glad we decided to stay home because it was snowing in the mountains about the time we would have been driving through. I’m hoping to have some time to knit today, because I didn’t even pick it up yesterday. And, tomorrow I need to start cooking. I hope you all celebrated Thanksgiving in a way that brought you peace.

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If you are heading out to shop on Black Friday, let me share something with you I saw online. 

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Look around.

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All that clutter, used to be money.

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And that money used to be time.

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Maybe consider experiences instead of too much stuff. 

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When you’re dead and gone…no one will ever say, “Gosh, I wish Grandma would have bought me more stuff.” They’ll miss YOU. Six months from now, they won’t remember what you gave them, but they’ll remember spending special time with you.

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“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”\n

Psalms 90:12 NIV

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\"Meme\" “It’s OK to step away!”

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Do you have trouble stepping away from toxic relationships? Do you find you are people pleasing yourself into a corner? Are you feeling pressed into doing traditional holiday things even though you would rather not? Or maybe you just can’t face your ____________ (insert relative/friend here) this year…or ANY year? Well, I’m going to do something here…pay very close attention.

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Step away.

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If you need “permission” then, here…I’m giving you permission.

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Holidays can be especially difficult if you’re grieving. Or if you have underlying health issues. Or, you know…if you happen to be human. If you are over the age of consent, holidays can be much more painful than they are pleasurable. 

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For the last month, I’ve been really looking forward to going over to my cousin’s house for Thanksgiving. I don’t get to see her nearly often enough and this year it was for a very brief visit last month. I love to go and stay over a couple of days, but circumstances change. There are health issues with some of the older generation over there. Last year we left here early Thanksgiving morning, drove over, discovered my aunt had fallen and she and my uncle couldn’t attend dinner, so Mr. FixIt and I packed up a dinner for them and drove it to his house. This added another hour of driving…each way. Then, after our Thanksgiving meal back at my cousin’s house, we got in the tuck and drove home. It made for a very long day and was not relaxing nor fun even though it was great to see everyone.

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When I returned on Halloween from the six week camping excursion with the rpod and discovered we had a new kitten, everything changed. Now there are no more impromptu trips and I am not up for a drive-by. I took the self-care approach and opted out. Now we can work hard to finish the back bathroom this week and get the sink, toilet, and shower stall out of our living room in time for our family gathering on Sunday.

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Sometimes it’s a sibling. Or an aging parent. You may feel guilty for stepping away, but as I tell you so often, you cannot fill someone else with an empty cup. WE are no good to anyone, including ourselves, if we continue putting ourselves in situations that are toxic and abusive. 

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I know, I know…there are times when you may be the only one that person has. There may be situations where you are a caregiver and there IS no other option. If you feel stuck…it’s ok to look for options. It’s ok to step away and take care of yourself. It’s ok to stay home and eat a hotdog for Thanksgiving if that will give you more peace. Surround yourself with the people who love you and lift you up and celebrate you if that’s what you want to do. But…give yourself permission to stay home if you need to. It’s ok.

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❤️

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“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”\n

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 NIV

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\"Baby “You can’t fill someone else with an empty cup.”

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I met the Coffee Divas from my high school class yesterday. We try to meet once a month or so but I’ve been gone so much this year, it’s been a little less than that. When I returned from my WV tour in the Girl Camper charity raffle trailer, I was really ready to just be at home for a little bit. I wouldn’t say I was burned out…that sounds so negative and it wasn’t a negative kind of feeling at all. I just missed home and missed my sweet Mr. FixIt and I was ready to just be in one place and not move for a while.

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There were eight of us at coffee yesterday. We are all so different…yet so similar. We’ve gone through a lot of the same things…sometimes at the same time…sometimes not. The wonderful thing about being “of a certain age” is our ability to relate to so many different experiences. One of my friends lost her mom a year ago Friday. She’s been experiencing all the things the come with that and I was so happy to see her reaching out as she lifts herself up from that slump we all go through in the year after a significant loss.

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One of the gals had never been to one of our coffees. She knew some of us but not all. I never knew her in school, but she knew Mr. FixIt. She is introverted, as so many are. And she was stretching her boundaries to reach out and make new friends. That is not an easy thing to do when you’re sixty-six. We welcomed her with open arms. I watched a change come over her as the two hours passed. When she came in, her shoulders were tense…her eyes searching for a familiar face. By the time she left, her eyes danced and her dazzling smile said she had reached a happy place. Her cup was being filled.

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As we chatted about the places we find ourselves on this journey, I told the girls we cannot expect to fill others with an empty cup. We have to get replenished…to drink from the well and be filled ourselves. I told them…it is not selfish to practice self-care. I love that we are there for each other…this variety of women whose singular most common thread is the high school class we graduated from.

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I feel so much better now after being home a few weeks. I’ve rested. I’m sleeping well. I’ve had lots of hugs from my sweetheart and snuggled my great grandbabies. This week is Thanksgiving. Our plans are fluid. We might go to my cousin’s house. We might just stay home. Our local family Thanksgiving celebration is next Sunday. This is a week for all of us to reflect on the blessings we have…whether we are on the mountain top…or in a dark valley. 

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This is our time to look for ways to fill up our cups. When I look to God first as my Source, I’m filled with Living Water. When I look to my loved ones second, I’m filled with the blessings He has already given me. As you walk into this week, may you remember to fill your cup first so you can be a fount of inspiration for others. And may you encounter peace and love.

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❤️

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“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”\n

Romans 15:13 NIV

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\"Three “The Three Girl Camper Amigas…Ginny, Gail, and Janine!”

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You’ve heard me refer to a “big project” I’ve been involved with over the last year and the time has come for the big reveal. It all started when my dear friends, Janine Pettit and Gail Bable, were having an impromptu “slumber party”. Janine was driving cross country and called to say she was headed to Gail’s in Ohio to spend the night. I was the same distance away on the opposite side so I threw some things in a bag, kissed Mr. FixIt on the forehead and off I went.

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After supper, we were sitting around drinking tea and knitting when Janine said she had something she wanted to talk to us about. She had a vision for Girl Camper…the website that accompanies her Podcast. She told us all about it and we started throwing ideas around. It’s been a lot of work and a whole lot of fun over the last year and now all the work has paid off!

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I am now wearing even MORE hats!

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There is an all new Girl Camper website! It has so many new features. You can listen to Podcasts. You can read Girl Camper Stories. There is a section called Girl Camper Wisdom and another that features Experts. We have a new Food Editor…Kate Dunbar, the Campground Gourmet! And…Janine is introducing “Girl Camper Guides”. Each state on the map colored red has a Guide. Gail and I are sharing Ohio and West Virginia. Gail writes from her vast experience as a lifelong camper, mother of ten, and camp host extraordinaire! I am writing for Girl Camper Moments. We will have camping and educational events and Meet and Greets in the coming year. And…I am the RPod Ambassador for the Annual Girl Camper Charity Raffle!

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We are so excited! 

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You can browse the site at: www.girlcamper.com

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You can visit the Ohio-West Virginia page at: www.girlcamper.com/ohio-west-va

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Browse around and see what you think! Leave a comment! Sign up for the newsletter! Listen to Podcasts! It’s a lot of fun…whether you camp or not. In the meantime, I’ll still be here…sharing my daily thoughts with you all.

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Thank you all for all of your amazing support!

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❤️

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“Now this is our boast: Our conscience testifies that we have conducted ourselves in the world, and especially in our relations with you, with integrity and godly sincerity. We have done so, relying not on worldly wisdom but on God’s grace.”\n

2 Corinthians 1:12 NIV

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\"Toddler “We’ve been following Little Gwen since she was born with Arthrogryposis. Look…she’s standing!!!”

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Last year I wrote about little Gwen. Her grandma is my friend, Jody who graduated with Daughter #1. Gwen was born with Arthrogryposis. I posted a picture of her back then with her little twisted legs and hands. One knee bent completely backwards and her foot sat in front of her face. Her jaw is severely recessed and because of that, her swallowing is restricted. She has had a feeding tube ever since she was a newborn. 

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God knew what He was doing when He brought Gwen to her family. I can’t imagine any family any better equipped to handle the severe challenges that lay in front of them. They stand up and deliver the very best for Gwen and are her true champions. 

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Gwen has had more than her share of setbacks in her short life with frequent hospitalizations. In spite of the Arthrogryposis, she has come further than anyone could have imagined. She has the best medical team around and has made great strides.

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Her legs are straight now but she still wears braces to help keep them growing right. Her little feet aren’t moving with the braces like they had hoped so she may need to have surgery to fix them. These are difficult decisions for young parents to make. This surgery may help her feet move into a better position. However, it can also condemn her to wearing braces on her legs the rest of her life. That’s a lot to consider. It isn’t an emergency, so Mom and Dad are getting a second opinion.

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I wanted to share Gwen’s most recent photo. This picture just warmed my heart. Look at her standing up! I’m so happy for her and her family. They’ve worked so hard to see every little milestone. I know they get discouraged from time to time, but they are the first to get right back up and encourage Gwennie to be her best little self…no matter what life brings her way!

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Won’t you join me in lifting Gwen and her family up in prayer? Pray that they find the perfect solution for her little feet. Pray that her body gets strong and that illness stays away from her. Pray for strength and courage, joy and peace for her and her entire family. They are a faith-filled family and know where their every blessing comes from. Praises for her accomplishments.

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We love you, little Gwen! Keep up the good work and remember, God is with you always!

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❤️

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“Then Jesus said to his host, “When you give a luncheon or dinner, do not invite your friends, your brothers or sisters, your relatives, or your rich neighbors; if you do, they may invite you back and so you will be repaid. But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind, and you will be blessed. Although they cannot repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous.””\n

Luke 14:12-14 NIV

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\"Back “Bathing on the back porch was all I knew at the farm till I was six.” (not my photo)

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This picture makes me smile. I found it on one of the Facebook pages I follow about Appalachian life. I remember in the days before Grandma had indoor plumbing, she would fill a canner full of spring water, heat it up on the kitchen stove, and fix a bath for my brother and I when we stayed with her. In the winter, the old galvanized tub was brought into the kitchen so we wouldn’t catch a chill. And in the summer, we bathed on the back porch. It was a great way to cool off and prepare us for a night of blissful slumber. I would pad up the staircase with bare feet, dressed in a clean cotton nightgown, and Mom would tuck us into bed…one on each side of her. I would drift off to the sounds of the night…a screech owl, katydids, crickets, and the sound of the creek bubbling over the rocks just at the side of the house.

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When Daughter #1 was little, I felt I was ever so much more sophisticated than my countrified counterparts and bathed my daughter in the indoor bath…you know, like civilized people. But, by the time Daughter #2 came around, I started to appreciate and embrace my Allegheny roots. By this time, my daughter was big enough she couldn’t fit in the old galvanized tub so we took things a step further. It was always August when we went to WV for a visit and it was hotter than blue blazes so we took what my daughter called “moon baths”. We waited till dark, went outside, and stripped down to our “all-together” as my mama used to call it. Then we washed from a bucket of sudsy water and poured buckets of cool rainwater over us to rinse. It was heavenly.

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In 2004, my mom died after a brief illness and I went home to take care of her estate. I was there for several months to clean out the house and remodel it as best I could to sell it. During that time, Daughter #1 brought Big to West Virginia for a visit. When we went to the farm, I pulled out the same old galvanized wash tub and drew a bath for my granddaughter on the back porch. This picture made me smile at all the memories that came back to me. I sent it to Big yesterday (who will be 16 in February) and told her the story of the old tub. My Colorado peeps are pretty well gentrified so she was astonished at such a primitive upbringing I had.

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There aren’t many opportunities to walk down memory lane with my kids and grandkids. They live busy lives and don’t get here often so I take time when I can to share the past with them. I think it’s important for them to know their roots go deeper than the Rocky Mountains. Their past stretches back to the ancient Appalachian Mountains…to a place time forgot…on a little old porch of a little old house in a holler in the hills.

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❤️

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“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.”\n

Psalms 127:3 NIV

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\"WV “What a beautiful night for a date at Rural King…my favorite farm store!”

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A couple of days ago, Mr. FixIt needed to go into town to get a special drill bit. He’s back to working on our master bath! We have to fit in home jobs when the grass isn’t growing and he’s finished with all the outside jobs he does. When the weather turned cold, I came in off the road from my camping tour and we set to doing the things around here that have been put on hold.

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The big outside job Mr. FixIt has been working on is the huge covered front porch he built on the front of his ex-wife’s house. One of my bonus granddaughters told me there are people who don’t understand how I’m ok with that. Well, first off…she’s paying him, so it’s a job. But, beyond that, why on earth would I, or SHOULD I be upset by that? 

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She is the mother of his children. They share grandchildren and great grandchildren. She’s a wonderful person and I just love her. Our granddaughter told the person she was talking to that she thinks it’s awesome that we all get along and talk to each other. It makes it so much easier for the family if they aren’t being torn by split loyalties. Couples may divorce. But you don’t divorce your family. And as far as I’m concerned, we are all family.

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Anyway, he’s finished with all but just a little touch up over there and that has to wait till spring for good weather. And now we’re focused on getting things done at home. That prompted the trip to town. He asked if I wanted to ride along with him. Listen, this man knows me. He didn’t have to ask twice to get me to go to Rural King and Lowe’s. 

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I love home improvement stores and farm stores. I needed to get a heated water dish for the kitten just to make sure she always has fresh water available. Rural King has them…AND free popcorn! As we came out of the store, the entire sky was bright pink all the way around us. It was like being inside a big pink bubble. I love the sunsets at this time of year. They seem to be so vibrant. After the fun stops, we went to our favorite pizza place…Pete’s Pizza. Honestly…the best pizza I think I have ever had comes out of this little family owned restaurant in Mineral Wells, WV. 

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I went to the farm yesterday to make sure all is well. I unplugged the pump in case the gas should go off and a pipe should freeze and burst. Wouldn’t want to flood the basement and burn out the pump. This cold spell has kept the Asian Lady Beetles at bay and I only swept up about a half a cup of them this time. I still haven’t been brave enough to go upstairs to look.

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When I went into the cellar house to unplug the pump, I saw there was a lot of white, hairy mold growing on the wood of the old potato bin. The cellar house is no longer water tight so it’s always damp in there. Next summer, when we have a dry spell, we need to open up that door and air it out. I also need to spray the mold with a bleach solution, I think. I will do some research on that. It isn’t the black mold that is so toxic. Maybe I’ll take the dehumidifier from the bathroom and put it out there for the winter. That would solve two problems. First, it would decrease the humidity. But a dehumidifier also puts off a fair amount of heat…enough to keep the pipes on the pump from freezing when we get a REALLY cold snap.

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When you live in the country, and you have an endless list of chores that need doing, you have to find your date nights where you can get them. Mr. FixIt is a lucky man…I like hardware, power tools…and pizza!

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❤️

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“The Lord will send a blessing on your barns and on everything you put your hand to. The Lord your God will bless you in the land he is giving you.”\n

Deuteronomy 28:8 NIV

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\"Jelly “The antique jelly cupboard from the farm now houses my quilts.”

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When I showed you my beautiful jelly cupboard that I recently moved from the farm, many of you asked to see it when I had the quilts inside. As I sat working in the living room at the Ponderosa yesterday afternoon, the warm sunshine streaming through the big windows made its way to the cupboard. The shelves sat empty and glaring at me. I set my work aside and went on the hunt for my quilts. They have been put away since the wedding a year ago and it was about time they were brought out for all to see.

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I am of the mindset not to “save the good china”. I want what few antiques I have curated to be displayed and used in my everyday life. Part of this is because my kids more than likely will not be interested in them. And partly because one of the lessons Mr. Virgo unwittingly taught me was…life is short. Use the crystal and the quilts.

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When the unfortunate parting of the ways came on Christmas of 2014, just ten weeks after I arrived to help my Aunt Peeps, I didn’t know what to do with the cherished items I brought from Colorado. Five thousand pounds of stuff I didn’t believe I could part with became an albatross around my neck. I couldn’t leave it at the farm and I couldn’t take it with me on the road. My good friend, Steve, let me store a lot of it in his basement. And I decided many of the most cherished family keepsakes should go live with my cousin, Tammy. That way I can visit them and she can enjoy them.

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My quilts were one of the things I simply could not part with and I carefully stored them away for the perfect way to display them again. Once they were safely tucked on the aged bittersweet colored shelves of the jelly cupboard, I sat back to observe my handiwork. I realized something heartwarming. 

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For the last few years, I have been dreading the day when I can no longer visit or spend time in Grandma’s old red farmhouse. That day will come…when, I don’t know. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life, it is that change is the only thing we can count on in this earthy plane. As I sat and looked at the worn wood the color of a caramel apple, I realized I could feel the farmhouse. I could see the hump in the floor where it’s settled over the years. The old faded linoleum that made cleaning much easier. I could hear the squeak of the stairs and the way the spring squeals when the screen door slams. I could see the boxes of Wheaties that Pop-Pop kept on the top of the cupboard for his dessert after supper. I could hear the faint sound the doors made when I reached in as a little girl…taking the mishmash collection of dishes out to set the table or putting them back in after hand washing and drying.

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In that moment I realized that, even though the house may someday be inaccessible to me, this jelly cupboard is the heart of what is left of the beautiful childhood memories created within the crooked walls of a crooked little house in West Virginia. And…it is mine. Combining households with Mr. FixIt has definitely expanded our “footprint”, however…we each have things that are our personal possessions. While I don’t believe I will ever accumulate “stuff” like I did before Mr. Virgo died, what I do have will be things that are beautiful, useful, and that bring me joy. 

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❤️

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“That precious memory triggers another...”\n

2 Timothy 1:5-7 MSG

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\"Monday “It’s Monday…Let’s do something different!”

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It’s Monday! It’s a brand new week and I wanted to do something different. We will be heading into the holidays soon and I’ve been reading posts where people already have their holiday shopping done. And wrapped! I wish I could say the same…but I’ve been a little busy!

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Do you, or someone close to you, have an online business that sells gifts appropriate for holiday gifting or decorating? If so, please leave a link to your website or favorite item in the comments. I’m all about supporting small businesses and independent artisans.

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Are you a writer, poet, artist, photographer, singer, songwriter, actor, or other creative? Drop a link to your content or social media sites. I’m all about supporting creative people.

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Do you have a special talent you’d like to share? Is there something about you that’s fascinating? Do you have a story that needs telling that might help someone else? Tell us in the comments below or give us a link to share. I’m all about promoting people in their efforts to gain a platform.

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I was thinking about this in church yesterday. It’s not always all about me. God has given me this wonderful platform to touch the loves of others. It shouldn’t be just through my words. It should also be through yours. Everyone has a story. Everyone has a gift…a talent…a skill. Stories should be told because they will always help someone else. Talents and gifts should be shared as examples of what God does in our lives. We are here to lift each other up and I’d love to start out the week with a stepping stone.

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What do YOU do? Where are YOU from? What moves YOU? Let’s learn about each other.

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❤️

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“And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”\n

Hebrews 13:16 NIV

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\"Weather “The cold, arctic air is hitting deep into the south in the coming week.”

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I think Mother Nature has other ideas for me than traveling through the Blue Ridge Mountains through an Arctic cold front. Last week, I had every intention to knock out the arm-long list of things that needed my attention and be back on the road by this time. Then, I got home. And got a real look at what needs done around here. The temps have gotten increasingly colder day by day with next week looking even worse. To top that off…there’s the new kitten. We can’t just up and leave now. It’s going to take more planning than it has in the past. That’s not to say we won’t be going anywhere, but honestly…I do not want to be off somewhere and not be able to get back because of bad weather. 

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In the meantime, we’ve been hustling around the farm and the Ponderosa battening down the hatches before the coldest weather of the year arrives. The top of the agenda was the pool. We really needed to get the level down and unhook the pump before last night as the low this morning was predicted to be 22°. Mr. FixIt worked all day Thursday in the cold rain and got that  finished. Now we just need to get the cover over it and it’s put to bed for the winter. I emptied the food from the r-pod and turned off the refrigerator yesterday in preparation for the coming cold snap.

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Cold weather is perfect for a big pot of homemade soup. When I was at the store Thursday, asparagus was on sale for $.99 a pound. I bought two pounds and made a pot of Cream of Asparagus soup. I’ve never made it before and it was divine! I made enough for four big bowls for under $4.00! Here’s the recipe should you wish to try it.

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Cream of Asparagus Soup

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2 lbs. fresh asparagus, washed, trimmed, and chopped in 1” pieces

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1 large onion, chopped

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4 tbsp. unsalted butter

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4 cups chicken broth

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1 cup heavy cream

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Salt and pepper to taste

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1/4 tsp. Lemon juice

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Melt butter in soup pot and add onion and chopped asparagus. Stir over medium heat till onion  begins to become transparent. Add chicken broth. Cover and simmer over low heat till asparagus is very soft. Remove from heat and purée using a blender, food processor, or hand held blending wand. Return to heat, add cream, and bring just to a boil. Add lemon juice and salt and pepper to taste and serve hot or cold.

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It was delicious and so quick and easy to make. Mr. FixIt said he had never had Cream of Asparagus soup before and he loved it!

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Today’s culinary circus will include a Sour Cream Apple Pie and Homemade Ooey Gooey Macaroni and Cheese! These are the days I love…the days I’ve worked so hard for this year. What’s cooking in YOUR kitchen today?

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❤️

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\n “Give us today our daily bread.”\n

Matthew 6:11 NIV

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\"Black “One week. Two vet visits. Still in love!”

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The tale of the little black kitten continues. If you’ve been following along, Mr. FixIt broke the news to me gently over breakfast last week that he’d been seeing another woman. Young, sleek, athletic, this raven-haired beauty had stolen his heart when I so ruthlessly left him to his own devices at the Ponderosa. At first, I was stunned that he could so blithely betray me in such a way. And without even a touch of remorse, too! Humph!!!

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Then, just a few hours later, I met her myself. I was determined to not like her. I didn’t WANT her in my life. I liked things just the way they were, thank you very much. But, as I was unhooking the camper, Mr. FixIt stole away to find his little lady-friend and bring her ‘round to meet me. She ran to me with wild abandon and every shred of resolve I had to NOT like her dissolved on the spot.

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And…we were cat owners. Well…as much as you can actually OWN a cat.

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I took the kitten, now appropriately named Pumpkin to fit in with the whole black-cat-on-Halloween vibe, to the vet on Tuesday for her first shots and a thorough exam. She has obviously been handled by people because she isn’t in the least bit worried about anything. After the initial “get me out of this box” dance in the cat carrier, she settled in quite easily. Everyone at the vet’s office remarked how incredibly laid back this kitten is.

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She weighs a little over four pounds. Healthy and sleek. Her lab tests showed she does not have feline leukemia nor does she have intestinal parasites. They figured she is around three months old. They gave her the appropriate vaccines and sent us on our way. In two minutes, she was asleep in the carrier and slept all the way home.

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I fed her some kitten food, she demonstrated her excellent litter box skills (I didn’t have to train her, by the way) and readily went inside her nice warm kitty condo in the pole building for a well deserved snooze. I came out to check on her a couple of times and each time, she was more and more lethargic. 

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I called the vet’s office and they said kittens can get reactions like our own babies did when they got their shots and she should be fine, just to watch her. Well, yesterday morning she was even worse. She wouldn’t purr, and when I turned her over in my arms for a cuddle, she cried pitifully and tried to nip at me. I knew this wasn’t right so I called the vet again. They asked me to bring her in for a look.

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Turned out, she was running quite a fever. They needed to give her fluids subcutaneously and a dose of an anti inflammatory to get her fever down. I took her home afterward and by evening she was much, much improved.

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One of my dearest friends is quite the cat person, so I was sharing all the details with her yesterday. Diane knows me well. I could just see the look on her face as she read about the “first real emergency”. I think eye-rolling might have been involved just before the “lol”. I’m a bit of a princess. Maybe ever so slightly “high needs”. I think it’s only fitting that God sends me a kitten to love who is, perhaps, a “Delicate Flower 2.0”, as Diane put it. 

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Kismet. Karma. God has a sense of humor.

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The thing is, I haven’t loved an animal for a long time. Oh, we had Cricket…Mr. Virgo’s little Yorkie-Maltese mix who was already ten years old when we met. Cricket was hard to be head over heels in love with. She barked incessantly and did her business anywhere she darn well pleased in my house. She did not like my grandchildren because she did not understand what these little aliens were. I loved her because she was one of God’s creatures, and because she was Mr. Virgo’s. I loved Old Mama Kitty, but I couldn’t pick her up and hold her. I loved my black lab, Sidney. And then there was that dog of my heart, Boofer…oh, I was crushed when she had to be put down with a brain tumor at only seven.

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No, I had closed off my heart to pets. I swore I would never go down this road again. Then, this little ball of fur came bounding into my arms and something opened up in my chest that I didn’t even realize was closed. Something all soft and sweet and vibrant, like the purring of a thousand kittens, vibrated in my heart and I became just a little bit more…alive.

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❤️

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“The righteous care for the needs of their animals, but the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel.”\n

Proverbs 12:10 NIV

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\"Asian “This year’s crop of Asian Lady Beetles is massive.”

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We went to the farm yesterday with one of our granddaughters and our great granddaughter. They’ve never been there. And I haven’t been there for over a month. This is the time of year for the Annual Asian Lady Beetle Infestation. The last few years they weren’t so bad. But this year is another massive invasion and I was appalled at the carnage in the house. 

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The front porch was covered. Literally covered with a carpet of a mix of dead and creepy crawly beetles. The Asian Lady Beetle looks very similar to the common ladybug but they are not the same thing. These were brought in to help control aphids, and…like many good ideas…things took a turn when they a) showed no interest in aphids, b) nothing in its right mind would eat these stinky things, and c) they multiply exponentially.

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They seem to love to nest in dead brush and trees…something we have an abundance of in Appalachia. They also get in crevices around windows and under eaves in old country farm houses…like Grandma’s house. They make their debut on the first hot day after the first frost of the season. Along about 2:00-3:00 in the afternoon, you can look out and see them swarming in the sunshine. You can’t hang clothes out because they will just glom all over them, leaving behind their little yellow “signatures” that will NOT come out. And they LOVE whites!

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We swept them up and dumped them outside by the dustpan full. We sucked them up with the vacuum cleaner. And the more we swept, the warmer it became outside, the more they swarmed. It was an entirely losing battle and we finally gave up. These little suckers bite, too! They bit my great granddaughter several times and she kept coming to me to put my cold bottle of soda on them to soothe her.

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I did some laundry, turned off the dehumidifiers, checked the furnace and cranked it up, and prepped for winter. I called the exterminator to come and check for termites and treat the place if we need to. I walked the grounds with the girls, telling them stories of my youth. Then Mr. FixIt helped me load my jelly cupboard up to take home with us.

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\"Jelly “My grandma’s jelly cupboard came home to live with me today!”

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If anything would ever happen out at the farm, I want to make sure those sentimental things that I highly value are safe and secure with me. I was given this jelly cupboard by my Aunt Peeps. It’s really the only thing at the farm that I’ve ever wanted. I remember being no bigger than my great granddaughter when my grandma and mom took me to an auction down the road from the farm. 

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I was maybe two or three years old. I was sitting in a little blue wagon and they bought me a hotdog. They pulled me all around as I happily munched on my treat. Grandma had her eye on an old jelly cupboard that had multiple layers of white enamel pain on it. She bought it for the winning bid of $5.00. When they got it home, Pop-Pop used turpentine to strip the paint. I can still remember my fat baby hand holding a scraper, my Pop-Pop’s weathered and work-worn hand over mine showing my how to scrap the wrinkly paint that had loosened. 

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When he was done, he set a nice coat of varnish that has weathered to a lovely golden color that accentuates the wood’s grain. They painted the inside a garish orange that I hated…until it finally aged and weathered to the most delightful pumpkin color. This cabinet speaks autumn to me and it has usurped my aunt’s rain boots as my favorite possession.

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There was a time after Mr. Virgo died that I wanted nothing. I would have been happy to have a handful of favorite things and a toothbrush. I have slowly accumulated things I love. The difference now is, these things are carefully selected and must meet the following criteria.

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  1. They must give me joy. \n
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  2. They must serve a function. \n
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  3. They must be beautiful. \n
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\nOur kids don’t want all that heavy brown furniture our grandparents handed down. They don’t want boxes of books or pictures of people they do not know. They don’t want Aunt Maude’s tea set with the little butterflies on it. They just might want a sturdy wooden jelly cupboard. And, if they don’t, I know people who do that I can leave it to. In the meantime, it sits in a place of honor in the family room at the Ponderosa. It will house my collection of quilts behind the original glass doors that we so very carefully protected as we traveled that winding West Virginia road from the farm. My heart is so happy.\n

❤️

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“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”\n

Proverbs 22:6 NIV

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\"Camping “My little office on the go in the R-Pod 196”

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One thing I really was challenged by with I was touring West Virginia was internet accessibility. If it weren’t for the fact I’m a writer and I had deadlines to meet, I wouldn’t have really cared. But when you write every day, for yourself and for others, you have to be creative in how you stay connected.

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There was a delicate balance I walked. On the one hand, I needed accessibility. On the other, I craved getting lost in the woods. I chose campsites based on the view first. I always looked at the campground maps when I made my reservations and chose the one off by itself. The one with the view….the quiet…the peace. My second criteria was electric. I didn’t really need water or sewer hookups. The r-pod has plenty of water tank capacity, both fresh and wastewater.

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My last question was always, “Where can I get cell or wifi?” There were campgrounds I stayed in that had neither. In that case, I drove to the lodge to use theirs. There was one campground that had AT&T, but not Verizon. This picture was taken in the kitchen of the r-pod while I was camped at Watoga. I was pleased when the camp-host said the campground has WiFi at both bath houses. Then he added, “It’s really slow, though.”

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He wasn’t kidding. One little bar. As a matter of fact, every place I stayed had either one little bar of cell or one little bar of WiFi. It was a tad frustrating. Anyway, there at Watoga I happened to be camped right beside the bath house. And, if I was away from that window, I couldn’t send or receive anything. I stood a lot at that window when it was time to upload my posts or check my e-mail or Facebook. This was my little office that particular week.

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I was telling Mr. FixIt about this the other night when he came to camp with me at Twin Falls. I told him I used to complain about the WiFi at home. Now it’s going to feel like high-speed fiber-optics! Well, until I get used to it and then I’m liable to complain again at how slow it is. 

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Yesterday was a much better day. Mr. FixIt and I went to town to buy a warming pad and a storage tote to make Pumpkin a nice warm bed out in the pole building. We also bought a litter box. We already had the feeding dish/water bowl combo. I think Pumpkin is a girl but we’ll know for sure when we take her in to get her shots and checkup on Tuesday.  Now I feel really good about her bedding situation and she has already come to love the building. I think she feels safe in there.

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I’m so excited to go to my home church today. I have really missed my church family! I’m heading out to the farm this afternoon after church to get the house ready for winter. And then there will be far less items on that very long to-do list. Giving myself permission to have some down time with family and falling in love with a little black kitten just might be the best things I’ve done for myself in a very long time.

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❤️

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““Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is.”\n

Psalms 39:4 NIV

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\"Black “Kitty has an appropriate Halloween name…Pumpkin!”

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I hit the ground running yesterday. The first order of business was to haul the camper to the nearest dump station…a lovely fifty-four mile round trip drive out to and up the interstate and back. When I woke up at 8:00, it was a whopping 36 degrees. Two hours later, when I was finally hooked up and ready to go, it was all the way up to 37! Ohhhhh, I really wasn’t looking forward to that, but it had to be done. Last night’s overnight low was predicted to get down to 27 and stay there for four hours. That’s when you get freezing and possible damage to water lines in a camper.

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The only way I have ever winterized a camper was to run pink RV antifreeze through the lines. But this camper is different. I looked it up on YouTube and it said to open the drains, dump the tanks, pour some antifreeze in the wastewater tanks to keep any residual from freezing, and take out the element in the hot water heater. Then, you go around and turn on each faucet, one at a time, and turn on the water pump. Any residual water left inside should drain out through the low water drain. It worked like a charm! But, man…I was chilled to the bone when I was done.

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I pulled the camper back home and unhooked, fully expecting to head back to town and run errands on my list that’s a mile long. As I sat in the truck, I took inventory. Have you ever had to sit yourself down and give yourself a stern talking to? Well, that was me yesterday. I was feeling overwhelmed by the expectations I was placing on myself. No one else was telling, or even asking, me to get everything done. I counted up what I had already accomplished. I looked at the list to see what I could do alone, and what I would need Mr. FixIt’s help with. I checked off the list of phone calls I had already made. Then I took a physical inventory. My shoulders and neck were so tense and tight, I was getting a headache. My body was just…tired. So…I gave myself permission to kick back for the rest of the day.

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I got out of the truck and the little black kitten came running and rubbed against my legs. I reached down and picked it up and really gave it a good once-over. Well, except for checking the nether regions. It still just didn’t occur to me to look. I was more interested in testing the kitten’s demeanor. One of the tests you do with puppies is to cradle them in your arm on their backs to see if they trust you. An alpha won’t have anything to do with that. And that may be a more stubborn, if not aggressive, animal. I didn’t know if it worked with cats, but this little baby let me roll it over and snuggle and scratch it all over. It purred like an Evinrude motor on a power boat. It head butts you to snuggle face to face and taps you very gently on the face. What a precious baby!

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I held it up to look face to face. 

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“What is your name, little one? Hmmm? Is it…Spooky? You’re a black little who came to me on Halloween. It should be a festive name to commemorate the holiday. How about Snickers? You’re pretty sweet, and that’s my favorite Halloween candy. Someone suggested Ash or Asher, but I don’t know whether you’re a boy or girl. They thought Boo was cute, but that’s what we call our little Boone, now isn’t it.”

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By this time, I was at the bay doors on the pole building. There is an old kitchen stool there and Mr. FixIt put a couple of our pumpkins on it. I plopped the kitten down and took a picture. I looked up from the camera app on my iPhone and smiled.

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“Pumpkin! THAT’S your name, isn’t it?!?! I knew if I listened close enough, you’d tell me, you sweet little snuggle-bug.” I picked up the kitty and was again serenade with that mystical sound of purring. Now that the kitten has a name, Pumpkin just rolls off my tongue. So sweet, so simple. Such simple pleasures found in a sweet kitten. I had forgotten. The last time I had a kitten this size, I was in 9th grade and I talked my mom into letting me have a little orange marmalade kitten from my friend Sharon’s cat. 

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I gave the kitten a little more snuggle time and then went in to stretch out and read till Mr. FixIt came home. My nose was running like a sugar tree from handling the cat, but I wasn’t wheezing. That was a good sign. I washed my hands well, and was careful not to touch my face or eyes. I’m definitely allergic, but we’ll see how much of this I can get away with. Because this feels like something I didn’t even know I needed. Kittens are good medicine.

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I have an appointment Tuesday for a checkup and shots. We’ll see how old Pumpkin is and when we can get him/her fixed. Today I will fix a winter box with a pet safe heating pad in it. I had those for the cats out at the farm. I’ll also get a heated water dish. The kitten seems to really like the safety of the building. We won’t have any mice in there anymore once this one gets big enough to catch them. And, there isn’t any poison in there. It’s a good, clean, safe place to sleep all cozy warm in a kitty condo. When we are home, the kitten is glued to us so…I think we’ve got this!

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Oh, and I slept in the house for the first time in a month last night. I feel like I’m in prison after the freedom of the road. It’ll take time to acclimate, but last night’s low of 27 drove me back inside. In the meantime, I am filled with wonderful memories of the latest “Great Adventure”!

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❤️

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“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.”\n

Isaiah 55:12 NIV

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\"R-Pod “Sitting on a red carpet of maple leaves, the 2020 R-Pod 196 is one of my favorite campers.”

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You know the story of the toothache going away as soon as you get to the dentist? Well, Mr. FixIt is here (YAY!!!) and we took the truck for a long drive…all round the park, up and down hills, around and around curves and…..nothing. Not a sound. Except, when I very first pulled out of the campsite, the brakes squeaked. A long time ago, I was driving over a dirt road in the boonies of Colorado and suddenly the car started making this horrible grinding, screaming noise. When I stopped…the noise stopped. I had no idea what to do. Finally, a couple stopped and asked what was wrong. 

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When I described the noise to the man, he suggested perhaps I had a rock stuck in the brakes. He directed me to put my foot on the brake, put the car in reverse, and back up with my foot still on the brake. When I did, the rock was dislodged. I don’t know if that was the problem here, but when I pulled forward again with the truck, there was no squeak, no grinding…nothing. Good news…I hope! Great news…Mr. FixIt is here!!!

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Since the truck seemed to be working fine, we went for a hike to see the falls here in Twin Falls State Park. It rained and was a little chilly so when we got back to the camper, I heated up some chili I had in the freezer. It really hit the spot. 

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So, this was the last night of the West Virginia Tour. It was so, so beautiful. And the r-pod worked perfectly. We’ll pull it home with Mr. FixIt’s truck today and watch my truck carefully. When I get home, I’ll have it checked to make sure it really is ok. I’ll leave you with a last look at the camper sitting on a beautiful red carpet of maple leaves. This part of the tour has been really special and I can’t wait to get back on the road to head south.

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In the meantime, I’m going to spend a few days at home for some much needed family time and attend my home church on Sunday. Thanks so much for traveling along with me! 

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“The Lord will keep you from all harm— he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭121:7-8‬ ‭NIV‬‬
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\"Pioneer ‘Visiting a Pioneer Farm is a step back in time.”

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Yesterday was a strange day from the get go. I woke up at 3:30 in the morning knowing something wasn’t right. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. After determining I hadn’t eaten anything that would cause such a feeling, I got up, wrapped my camp jacket around me and stepped outside to look at the stars. The sky was crystal clear and the stars looked so close you could just reach up and touch them. I stood there for awhile in my bare feet letting the energy from the earth seep up through my body. When I was sufficiently chilled, literally and figuratively, I went back to bed. But I couldn’t get back to sleep until dawn.

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I finally woke up at around 10:00…absolutely unheard of for me these days. I’m usually awake with the chickens. I stumbled around, did my morning toilette, then dressed and cleaned the camper. Finally around 11:30, I packed up my writing implements and headed for the lodge and good WiFi. I created a movie of the best photos I’d taken on this WV tour and wrote till about 3:00 in the afternoon. 

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I headed to the Pioneer Farm that’s on the back of the park property. This farm was abandoned for a long time, but people were always vandalizing it so now there is a farmer and his family living here. There was no one home when I was there so I wandered around taking pictures and marveling at its timeless beauty. I sat for a while and watched two horses and a donkey browse on the sparse grass in the meadow and felt more peaceful than I had most of the day.

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On my way back to the campground, I stopped at the Nature Center and introduced myself to the Naturalist. Tammy is a cat bird. She has a coal country drawl that put me in mind of the Deep South but she assured me she was born and raised within a stone’s throw of the park. She apologized that she had recently let all the critters go. She normally traps possums and raccoons, tags them, and keeps them in the Nature Center for a few weeks to teach people about them. Then she sends them back off into the wild to track their whereabouts and traps another one to tag.

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Tammy wasn’t originally hired to be a Park Naturalist. She was supposed to be a campground attendant. She doesn’t have a degree in biology, but she has a knack for nature…two and four legged. She was taking campers for nature hikes when the Park Administrators saw they had a gem in Tammy and told her she should apply for the Naturalist position. And the rest is history. She was a delight to talk with. She smiled as I left and called after me…”Put me in your book!” You bet I will, Tammy!

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As I was pulling back into the campground, it happened. There was a low grinding noise coming from my truck and I knew that is where my uneasiness was coming from. Something hasn’t been quite right with the truck for a couple of days but I just couldn’t discern exactly what was troubling me. A sound, maybe? A smell, perhaps? Whatever it was, I kept shifting it to the back of my mind…yet still monitored the situation.

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When I heard that noise, I knew there was something mechanically wrong with the truck. And that puts me in an uncomfortable position. First, I am here alone. There are two other campers in all of the campground and I am grateful for them. But they aren’t going to help me in this situation. I do not like being in a situation I cannot get out of quickly. It stems from being trapped in a garage as a young child and sexually assaulted. To say I have control issues is putting it mildly.

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I went into the camper and made myself sit down and think. What I wanted to do was hook up the camper and get out of here, but of course…that wasn’t the right thing to do. I texted Mr. FixIt but I knew he was working and his phone would be in the truck. Then I texted my besties, Janine and Gail, and asked them to pray that I would calm down and everything would work out. Within minutes I felt much better and realized this whole thing is an adventure and an educational opportunity, so why not make the most of it!

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Mr. FixIt called me a few hours later and he’s going to drive down this morning. He’ll check out my truck. We can tow the camper with his truck. And, either he’ll follow me to a mechanic or we’ll have the truck towed. That’s what I have AAA Plus for. We’ll go home tomorrow. I am so grateful for my friends who pray for me. And I am exceedingly grateful for a wonderful husband who takes good care of me. Wouldn’t you know it would happen at the last park on the last day? But I’m exactly where I should be. I have everything I need right here and I can get some work done while I wait. Thank God I wasn’t pulling the camper up the side of the mountain with no cell service!

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❤️

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“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.”\n

Philippians 4:19 NIV

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\"Woman “The camper is the kitchen, bath, and bedroom…the great outdoors is where I live!”

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I got to my new campsite in the middle of the afternoon. The mountains I drove over yesterday weren’t anything like the ones last week but man, the road up into the campground here at the park is really, really steep! This truck did a great job pulling the r-pod in these West Virginia hills. When I arrived at my site, I was amazed to have this entire mountaintop to myself! I didn’t have any concerns about that, but I was pleased to see two more couples come into the campground with trailers. 

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It’s quiet as a church mouse up here. I heard some owls just after dark and a coal train. And the squirrels were in the hickory trees all around me all afternoon. I opened the awning and set up my chair outside and enjoyed the 75° temps and the warm sunshine. A few weeks ago, I purchased an adapter for my tripod so I could use the iPad as a camera. I got it out and played with it for awhile. I had a blast setting the timer for 10 seconds then running to see if I could get in the picture in time!

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I wanted to tell you about what happened yesterday. I always sit in my truck before I pull out and pray for travel mercies. I list off all the things I’m going to be talking with Him about as I drive. Then I pray the Prayer of Jabez and ask Him to send me whoever He needs me to talk with that day. I hadn’t driven a hundred feet when I came around a corner and there was a whole crowd of folks my age sitting around a campfire. I stopped and rolled down my window.

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“You kids look like you’re having entirely too much fun!”

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“Oh, we are!!!” Everyone turned around and smiled and waved. We made some small talk and one of the gals asked if I was traveling alone. I told her all about Girl Campers and how I’m taking this camper around for a few months and we are raffling it off. One thing led to another and the subject of my writing came up. When I told them my writing is faith based and that I even have a Sunday Evening Prayer Circle, one woman came over and took my hand and asked if I would pray for her granddaughter who is sick with ulcerative colitis. I opened my blog and added her name to the prayer list. Before I left them, I took their hands and prayed with them…right there in the campground. God is so good…I asked, He delivered. Immediately! I know it happens so often, I shouldn’t be amazed. But I am always in awe at that.

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I’m in the home stretch of the West Virginia tour now. Just one, maybe two more nights and I’ll be back at the Ponderosa for a few days. It’s been such an amazing trip and I’ve seen some beautiful places. I’m looking forward to heading south next week. If you all have any recommendations for campgrounds or state parks in Virginia, Tennessee, North Carolina, and South Carolina…I’d love to hear them!

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❤️

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“Jabez was more honorable than his brothers. His mother had named him Jabez, saying, “I gave birth to him in pain.” Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, “Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” And God granted his request.”\n

1 Chronicles 4:9-10 NIV

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\"Bluestone “Bluestone Lake is gorgeous this time of year.”

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Today is moving day so that means I get to tell you where I have been the last few days. I arrived at Pipestem Resort State Park on Thursday. I’ve been here before, but never camping. There’s a tram that takes you down in the canyon to the lower lodge that sits on the Bluestone River. There is a restaurant, gift shop, and artisan center on the canyon rim at the top of the tram. There is an equestrian center, golf course, pool, recreation center, nature center and a main lodge with every amenity you could want.

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The campground is large. The interior sites have full hookups and are pretty close together. The sites around the perimeter are roomier and of course they back up to woods. There is a very large camping area with no hookups. I was told there is a major upgrade coming adding more service sites and leveling them out…something that is sorely needed.

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The weather has been typical WV autumn…unpredictable. Yesterday dawned sunny and clear but within an hour we were socked in with clouds. Then, by 3:00, it was sunny again clear through sunset. The foliage is still beautiful but is definitely past the peak of color. This happens where we get cold, rain, and wind…which we had last night.

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I drove over to Bluestone State Park yesterday. There is a large dam on the Bluestone River which has created a large lake. The park is smaller, less developed, and more remote then Pipestem which is less than ten miles away. There is one main campground with a few full service sites and electric only sites. There is a more primitive and rustic campground on up the road. The primitive campground sits right on the lake and is popular for fishing.

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One thing I thought was pretty cool. There is a campground on the far side of the lake that is accessible only by boat. Each campsite has it’s own dock. That would be a lot of fun, I would think. There is more wildlife activity at the Bluestone Campsites because they are less densely populated. Bears, fox, and bobcats frequent the area as well as more common deer, raccoon, possum, skunks and squirrels. There are occasional sightings of otters and mink.

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Bluestone State Park has a large number of cabins spread around on a wooded hilltop. One of the cabins sits beside a very old cemetery that has been there long before the park came to be. I couldn’t find anyone who knew the history of the grave sites so I will have to do some research on my own.

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Again, there are so many amazing photos from this weekend but I am limited to what I can send over two bars of cell service. I’m planning on creating a video of this month’s circuit of the stunning State Parks of West Virginia. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for that or see the photos as I have the opportunity to upload them. 

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Today I head to the last park on my WV Fall Foliage Tour…Chasing the Sun. I’m supposed to camp there till Friday, but I’ve decided to cut it short just a little so I can go home for a few days before I head south. Well, actually…before WE head south. I’ve talked Mr. FixIt into doing the southern circuit with me!!! Bless his heart…he has been awfully patient having his wife galavanting around the countryside. I need to get back and help him with a few chores and get a few things done to be better prepared for more camping.

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❤️

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“The husband should fulfill his marital duty to his wife, and likewise the wife to her husband.”\n

1 Corinthians 7:3 NIV

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\"Autumn “Sitting by the river is soothing to the soul.”

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Being a writer is a wonderful thing. I can get lost in a blank page, creating worlds from my thoughts. It’s like magic…making something from nothing. I pray over my keyboard. I ask God to bring me words to say and people who need them. I am humbled when someone reaches out and tells me how my words have encouraged them or helped to ease the pain of their particular loss. I am quick to tell them…it is not me. I am merely the transcriptionist.

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When I pray the Prayer of Jabez, I ask for God to give me those Blessings with my name on them. I ask Him to expand my territory and to walk with His hand over me to keep evil far from me so that I may not feel/cause pain. I love when He brings people to me. It happens daily and I am so blessed by His generosity.

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As I sat yesterday in the r-pod, working on a writing project, I noticed the camper next door had turned their outdoor speakers up and were playing loud music. Not over-the-top loud…just annoying because it was disturbing my flow. I stopped and looked at the clock. Just after noon. I had been working straight through since breakfast. I sighed and closed my iPad.

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Should I go say something to the people? Should I give them a stern look as I pass by? Should I report them to the park office? I sat and prayed for discernment and wisdom. As I washed up the breakfast dishes, I looked out and there were two children…maybe ‘tweens…carving pumpkins! They didn’t have their noses glued to an electronic device. They were camping with their family and doing fun, creative things in the outdoors.

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I smiled as I dried my hands. Just WHO is the one with her nose glued to an electronic device? Oh, yes…that would be ME! I laughed as I looked up and said, “Ok, ok…I get the hint!” After taking a look around the camper to make sure things were unplugged and safe to leave, I donned my jacket and headed to the Fall Harvest Festival. 

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I watched a chainsaw artist carve a bear out of a log. I sat and listened to some live Bluegrass music. I went to the river and sat in a chair and read for an hour. I put my book away and just breathed in the smells of the day. The aroma of good food from the lodge kitchen. The smell of wet leaves and swift river water. The earthy smell of wool as the sun warmed my sweater. I closed my eyes and listened to children throwing rocks in the river and an elderly couple chatting softly as they walked slowly by…their feet shuffling through the leaves.

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I thanked God for reminding me to remove the plank in my own eye before I asked my neighbor to remove the sliver from theirs. 

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It was a really good day.

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❤️

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“You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”\n

Matthew 7:5 NIV

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\"Coffee “Coffee and sunshine and a little nosh!”

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As I explored the latest West Virginia State Park on my camping itinerary yesterday, I took a king sized jump back in time. The last time I was at this particular park was with Hubby #2. I can’t tell you the year, but my guess is it was the summer of 1979, although it could have been later. I remember bits and pieces of that trip. I remember feeling so extravagant to travel to such beautiful places. We stayed a night in this lodge I am sitting in as I write this post. Oh, my…so much water over the dam since then.

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I sat there in the morning sunshine, watching the river making riffles on the smooth stones below. The trees are yellow and brown and still-green here. Tiny little splashes of red and orange peek through as you move your eyes across the steep hillside at the far edge of the river. By 1:00 in the afternoon, the brilliant sun of morning gave way to the clouds portending the heavy storms predicted this weekend.

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I haven’t met a West Virginia State Park I haven’t liked. This trip has seriously been magical and something my heart and soul so desperately needed, if for no other reason that to remind me how dearly I love Mr. FixIt. Not that there has ever been a question. We all have a tendency to get wrapped up in the busyness of life and forget to stop and appreciate what we have. I’m just as guilty of that as anyone.

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Getting away also reminds me of the independence I cultivated for my self after Mr. Virgo died. I either got out and had adventures, or I would spend the rest of my life sitting at home alone. And that is just not me. I need solitude from time to time…to refresh and recharge and stretch my abilities. When I do that, I am a much better partner for my husband. I am more patient, more loving, and decidedly happier. This is a benefit for both of us.

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I’ve been gone for quite a bit this year. Between Girl Camping trips, six weeks in Colorado for my daughter’s wedding, and this Charity Trailer Raffle Tour, I think I have spent more time away from home than I was there. I have a patient husband, to be sure. But we are missing each other a lot so we are working on our itinerary for the next two months and figuring out the best way to travel AND be together.

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It is supposed to rain a lot this weekend so I’ve saved my writing and indoor projects till then. I need to take advantage of the sunshine when I can. When I woke up yesterday morning, it was 37 degrees. By the time I rousted myself to get coffee, it was 8:00 and 42 degrees. I took the electric griddle outside and cooked with it sitting on the picnic table. I fried a whole package of bacon and carefully placed the cooked strip between layers of paper towels and slipped the entire batch into a zip lock bag. Stored in the refrigerator, these will be eaten up long before they would spoil. I did the same with a batch of pancakes and stored them two to a sandwich bag. That way, I’ve cooked several days of breakfasts ahead of time. When it’s raining this weekend, I can still have outdoor cooked meals.

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As I finished writing this piece, I watched a little boy, maybe four or five years old…walking along the river. Bright yellow leaves rained down around him. With hands reached out, he laughed as he tried to catch them…his feet crunching on those he missed. He picked up rocks on the river bank and watched out for his little brother toddling along behind him. They were out with their dad. I love seeing dads with their littles…teaching, loving, experiencing the joy of the day. I close with this thought. Wouldn’t it be a better world if the littles spent more time outside with their dads? Or moms, if dad isn’t around? Or with anyone who loves them and wants to teach them about the world and about life? Wouldn’t it be better than handing a child an electronic device to keep them quiet…engaged in learning what someone else is teaching them? Maybe something that isn’t reflective of your values? I’m not being judgmental here. There were plenty of times I let my own little watch too much TV in order to have some peace. It just seems we are raising a generation that’s greatest skill is dissociation. I’m not sure how you put the smoke back in the bottle.

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With that thought, I have spent entirely too much of my morning sitting here with my own set of electronic diversions so I’m heading out to enjoy this day before the rains come and I get stuck inside. I hope you have a beautiful weekend wherever you are. Put the phone down…go outside and play. You’re never too old to “go places and do things”, as the Girl Campers say!

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❤️

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“Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old they will not turn from it.”\n

Proverbs 22:6 NIV

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\"Muck “My favorite boots.”

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Ok…you all know me. You know I have something to say about…you know, everything. I’ve been known to turn a phrase. I’ve been able to paint pictures with my words. It’s not me…it’s all God. But, as I sat down last night to write this post, I was at a total loss for words. Yesterday was just about the most beautiful day I have ever seen and I didn’t have anyone to share it with. Not in real time, anyway. Mr. FixIt is still at home, picking pears and cleaning out the last of the garden. And there’s all of you. And Kaye and her fella, “Not John Hancock” (sorry, I’ve forgotten his first name but it’s definitely NOT John). I met them on a hike in Beartown State Park.

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I just spent the whole day yesterday gobsmacked at every turn. It started when I awoke before dawn and saw the fog settling in on the river. I jumped up in the dark, threw on my camp clothes and muck boots, and headed down the road in the campground. I got down on the riverbank and waited. I’ve learned to wait patiently for the light. There’s a moment…just a fleeting moment, when the light is perfect and the color is perfect and the subject is perfect. It happens every day…but most of the time, we aren’t there to catch it. Or we aren’t paying attention.

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If you blink, you can miss it….that one perfect shot. That one picture that says “WOW”. You can take 500 shots and have one, if you’re lucky. Or, you can take 500 shots and have SO many that just knock your socks off and you can’t choose. Some I need to keep aside for the project I’m working on. And some, while I would love to share them with you today, are just too big and the internet here at the campground won’t handle it. You’ll have to wait.

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So, I chose this one. I was standing by the river, waiting for the perfect light, when I looked down and saw this colorful array of leaves around my feet. Simple. Yet it says so much. These feet have carried me for sixty-six years now. They’ve run and jumped, danced and snuggled. They’ve kicked and stomped and run away from so many things. But this day…this day they stood…patiently waiting for the perfect light. In a pair of boots that my Aunt Peeps gave me years ago. They are one of my most prized possessions. Rugged. Sturdy. Utilitarian. And practical on a wet, foggy morning on a riverbank.

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These boots symbolize where I am in my life. I’m comfortable. Happy in my own skin, just for the sake of being happy. There’s something to be said for that kind of simplicity. And for knowing when less is more.

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❤️

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“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”\nMatthew 6:21 ESV
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\"Cheers\" “Dining al fresco in the glory of autumn.”

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Now that I have left the last campground, I can tell you about it. Some of my friends who have camped there guessed where I was. Revelle’s Family Campground is just up the road from Elkins, WV in a little burg called Bowden. There’s a fish hatchery there…and lots of cabins and campgrounds. I’ve driven past Revelle’s since I was a teenager. They actually opened when I was sixteen and the just celebrated their 50th Anniversary.

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The current owners purchased it in 2015. It was a little rundown and they have put a lot into it, bringing some of it’s glorious past back to life. They have lots of fun activities like WVU Football Tailgate Parties and bingo every other weekend. There are over 200 campsites with several backed right up to Shaver’s Fork of the Cheat River…a stocked trout stream. About half the sites are permanent campers…meaning, they lease out the spot to one person on a yearly basis. Those campers treat their travel trailers like a mountain cabin and often only come for weekends. There are some who come to spend the summer.

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I was really taken by the lovely surroundings and the equally lovely owner, Katharine. I can already envision organizing a Girl Camper trip next October to show off the amazing colors this time of year.

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Yesterday was my travel day to the next campground. My route took me on a two-lane blacktop that climbed over mountains, twisting and turning through forests of hardwoods, evergreens, and the ever present mountain laurel. It was sunny and absolutely gorgeous as I climbed through the Allegheny Mountains and the colors were spectacular. Every turn was more beautiful than the last. However, there were NO turnoffs or scenic overlooks and I couldn’t very well stop in the middle of the road to take pictures so I will have to search the internet for the photos taken by others of this area to give you some idea. I’m telling you…words cannot do this day justice.

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Along the way, I saw a sign for an old general store which is really more of a museum these days. I was fortunate to find a parking place out front and welcomed the opportunity to get out and stretch my legs. The owner was graciously greeting the crowds of people as they made their way to the portico out front. When he greeted me, he asked where I was from. When I told him Parkersburg, he lit up. He was born and raised just a couple of miles from me and graduated the year after Mr. FixIt and me and knew my sweet hubby back in the day!

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Tom Shipley’s mother left this farm to him, thus ensuring the little store and grounds would stay open and in the family. Tom says it’s a lot of work, but he’s been there since 2004 and is a fixture in the community. There is a small log cabin located on the grounds not far from the huge main house. It turned out to have been built by Tom’s great-great-great grandparents. What a treat that must be to have that family legacy remain in the same hands throughout the generations. I would have loved to have stayed longer, but I needed to move on. But, not without purchasing some jars of homemade apple butter, red raspberry jam, and cherry jam first. Tom carried my purchases out to the truck for me and gave me a big hug…”for Parkersburg,” he said.

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Unfortunately, as I crested the last mountain, the clouds gathered and that was the end of the glorious sunshine. Still, it was quite beautiful as I closed in on my final destination. I got unhooked and set up and within minutes, I had people wanting to come see the camper and buy tickets for the raffle. The only way to purchase tickets is to buy them online at girlcamper.com . I can’t tell you how many people reach for their wallets when they find out we are raffling off this trailer!

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There is WiFi at this campground, but no cellular because of the blackout area of Greenbank Observatory. I’ll write about that another day. The WiFi is pretty slow and has to be shared by all the campers, so I don’t know if photos will come through to post or not…we’ll see. In the meantime, it was supposed to rain all last night and all day today. I have an indoor project to do today, so that will be perfect timing.

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❤️

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“Then shall the trees of the forest sing for joy before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth.”\n1 Chronicles 16:33 ESV
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\"Crimson “The color crimson is startling in the woods of WV.”

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I tell people all the time…”Self care is NOT selfish!” This weekend I took a little time for some self care and it felt wonderful. First was the old time music and folk dancing Saturday. Then yesterday, I took off early and drove over to see family in Grant and Pendleton Counties. The aunt that I cared for when I first moved back here from Colorado has been living with her brother, my Uncle Bud, for the last three years. She is suffering from dementia now and I am not at all sure she knew who I was. Which is probably a good thing because she doesn’t necessarily like me much. She was quite personable during our visit, which was nice.

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I helped around the house…cleaning the kitchen and picking up. I took a chuck roast over and put it in the crock pot for them along with noodles and a pumpkin pie. They should eat like royalty for a few days on that. I shared pictures with them and we swapped stories for a while before I left to go to my cousin’s house for a while. I haven’t seen her since Thanksgiving last year so it was a long overdue visit.

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As I was driving back to the campground late in the afternoon, I got to the top of Middle Mountain and saw this amazing tree. Actually, I saw amazing trees everywhere. But it was raining all day and very foggy on top of the mountain. I pulled over to the side and stood with my camera ready…just willing the fog to part long enough to capture the beauty of this lone tree on the mountaintop. It was well worth the wait, don’t you think?

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The mountain sides look like a rich tapestry with everything from green to garnet, scarlet to sunshine yellow. It was mesmerizing and it was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road. Stunning! It’s this time of year that makes you hold your breath. In the spring, when the green leaves pop out, you know there is a long stretch ahead with lovely foliage. Then this time of year comes and we sit and wait for the proverbial “other shoe” to drop. Because, in a heartbeat it will be gone and the trees will reach for the sky with naked bony fingers grasping at the winter winds that whip through them.

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So, till that time comes, I will gaze in wonder and will share that with you as I travel this path to see where it leads me. Today is a travel day for me. My next stop is the first campsite I have had without electricity so I’m going to rely on the solar to power me off grid. I can’t wait to see what I can still do in the camper without shore power!

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❤️

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“\"Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool. If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land; but if you refuse and rebel, you shall be eaten by the sword; for the mouth of the Lord has spoken.\"”\n

Isaiah 1:18-20 ESV

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\"Beautiful “The house I wanted for a B&B in Elkins…it always makes me wonder…what if?”

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I’m not kidding when I say I spent just about every moment of the forty years I lived in Colorado waiting for the day I could move back home. Oh, there was a stretch of time when I was young and cocky and I thought I knew better than those “old fogeys” back home who were SO out of touch. Little did I know I would give my right arm to return to my roots one day.

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I had the opportunity to come home when Hubby #1 and I split up, but I turned it down. My daughter was about three years old at the time, and I wanted her to have broader horizons than I had growing up so I elected to stay in Denver where I had no family support and a relatively small social circle. 

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When I was married to Hubby #2, there was some talk about going back home, but he is a Colorado boy, born and bred. You just don’t take them out of that climate and plop them down in humidity. I remember dreaming at night that if anything happened to him, I’d hightail it home as fast as I could.

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Then, Mr. Virgo came along. He was my best bet to get back because he was born and raised in South Philly. But he had tried his whole life to get back to Colorado, which he adored, so I knew there was a very slim chance we’d actually move back to West Virginia. However, I did get him to discuss the possibilities of owning a B&B somewhere back here. 

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I’ll never forget those days when we would do internet searches for B&B’s for sale. We found a big house in the historic district of Parkersburg that was a real possibility. But the one I had my heart set on was actually here in Elkins, WV. It was right across the road from the back side of the Davis & Elkins campus. It had seven bedrooms and five full baths with a large commercial kitchen. I was in love!

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Mr. Virgo? Not so much. This is where the wheat was separated from the chaff and I realized it was never gonna happen. He had put his roots down in Colorado and there would be no budging that man. Now, every time I am near here, I have to drive past “my B&B”. I have no idea who bought it. It doesn’t look as though it has been turned back into the B&B it was many years ago. When I see it, I am reminded that we don’t work on our time. We work on God’s time. And it wasn’t time for me to be here back then.

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I do have an affinity for this little town though. Mostly because of the college and the Augusta Heritage Center which works to preserve the old timey ways of our ancestors. I was thrilled to spend the afternoon with “my people”…folks who obviously love their heritage as much as I do. I’ve seen some beautiful places on this trip already. But I think this stop has been my favorite so far. I just wish Mr. FixIt could have been with me. He would have enjoyed this so much.

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❤️

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“And you shall remember the whole way that the Lord your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that he might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep his commandments or not.”\n

Deuteronomy 8:2 ESV

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\"Autumn “Oh….be still my heart! Autumn’s splendor in the highlands of West Virginia!”

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I slept so soundly Thursday night. Maybe it’s sleeping by moving water that makes me drift off quickly and sleep all night…a welcome treat. It was pretty darned nippy yesterday morning and it will be even colder tonight. I got chilled when I first arrived at the campground. I went through a couple of mud puddles and the camper had been splashed from the tires. I got a pail of warm water and washed it down, but I was chilled to the bone. It was’t long after dark that I got in my warm, flannel jammies and hopped in bed under the electric blanket. I still didn’t warm up till after 10:00.

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I awoke to the sun coming over the far ridge…lighting the leaves along the river with a beacon of gold that reflected on the window shades of the camper. I slipped the shades up and stayed snuggled under my warm blankets for another hour before I ventured out to begin my day. After a cup of fresh brewed coffee, I took a hot shower in the camper. It’s awfully nice to not have to traipse across a cold campground to use their bathroom facilities in the middle of the night or the chill of the morning.

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When you camp and live in a small space, it’s important to stay on top of the cleaning and organizing daily or you end up just throwing things everywhere. I can’t stand living in a cluttered environment, especially in close quarters. In touring with the r-pod, there is always someone who wants to have a peek inside and it’s just easier to spend a little extra time every morning making sure everything is presentable.

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I drove to town and had lunch at CJ Maggie’s in Elkins then drove over to the Davis and Elkins College. What a gorgeous campus. D&E is a small liberal arts college affiliated with the Presbyterian Church. With an enrollment of only 805 students, it offers a 13:1 Student/Faculty ratio and both national and international accreditations. D&E is also the home of the Augusta Heritage Center, keeping Appalachian music and skills alive for future generations. There are opportunities to hear Old Time music, both at the summer series and Old Time Week in October. I am especially interested in the Fiddlers Reunion today, as well at the Flat Foot Dance  competition. It speaks to my roots and I’m really looking forward to going.

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After my tour of the college campus, I drove up into the Stuart Recreation Area, a densely forested federal park along the banks of the Shavers Fork of the Cheat River. The trees are at their peak of glory here in the Allegheny Mountain Range, part of the Appalachian Mountains. This morning’s low was predicted to hit 30 degrees, bringing us the first frost of the season. If I stay around West Virginia too much longer, I’d have to winterize the camper to keep the water lines from freezing. But a couple of hours of freezing temperatures aren’t enough to cause damage. The weather is predicted to get warmer after this weekend freeze.

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I’m having a lot of fun on this trip and it reminds me of those early months and years after losing Mr. Virgo. I traveled for much of the first three years after he died. The big difference between then and now, of course, is the degree of grief healing that has taken place. As I became a different woman in the aftermath of Mr. Virgo’s death, so too have I become a different person on the other side of deep grief. I think we all change and remake ourselves multiple times in our lives. Our “being” is not static…it is ever-evolving. 

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As my dear friend Sue told me the other night…”We love this new you.” So do I, my friend. So do I.

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❤️

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“that their hearts may be encouraged, being knit together in love, to reach all the riches of full assurance of understanding and the knowledge of God's mystery, which is Christ,”\n

Colossians 2:2 ESV

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\"Fall “One day sunny and warm, the next day blustery and cold. Still…a day camping is better than anything else!”

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When I arrived at Stonewall Jackson Resort Campground on Wednesday, it was a lovely, warm day. This campground is decidedly different from Cedar Creek. Where Cedar Creek was more rustic and filled with nature, trees, deer, squirrels, and all manner of birds, Stonewall Jackson is quite “resorty”. There were a lot of really big rigs…the huge, expensive Class A motorhomes that are just passing through. There are a lot of resort amenities here, too. A golf course, a huge lodge, a grand lake with a big boat that tours around in the evenings…weather permitting. It just has an altogether different feel and I honestly think I prefer the far end of a campground that might be visited by bears over this…even though it really is quite nice.

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The sun was shining when I arrived and I spent the afternoon reorganizing the pantry in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what all I would need on this trip so. I brought way too much “stuff”. So far, I’ve sent Mr. FixIt home with extra stuff every time he comes to camp with me. This time, I knew I had too much in the big pantry because I just kept pushing things to the back and only using what was in the front. I have an empty tub in the bed of the truck that I throw the things I am not particularly using so a big bag of heavier stuff went out there. The rest got more evenly distributed throughout the camper so the shelves weren’t overloaded.

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Once the organizing was completed, dinner was done, and the dishes washed and put away, I went for a walk around the campground before turning in for the night. I know we are almost at the end of Daylight Savings Time and it’s already getting dark way too early. Once the time change hits us, it will be getting dark at 5:00pm…making for some long nights to fill in the camper. Since I don’t watch TV as a rule, I’m working on writing, reading actual books (wow), and knitting. 

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I spent almost the entire day yesterday over at the park lodge. The WiFi at the campground slowed down markedly because it started raining at 5:00am and people were stuck inside their campers. I’m sure they were surfing the web and maybe live-streaming movies. The WiFi at the lodge was much faster and I settled in after breakfast and sipped coffee as I met some writing deadlines. Along about 11:00, the hostess of the restaurant gasped and pointed out the window. Leaves were swirling about and the rain was coming down in sheets. I jumped up and asked them to watch my stuff…I’d be right back.

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Leaving the camper in the campground unattended worried me and I wanted to drive back over to check on it. It was fine and I breathed a sigh of relief as I drove back over to the lodge to finish a piece I was working on. When you are put in charge of something that doesn’t belong to you, you don’t take chances with it. I don’t take this charge lightly.

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Today is a gypsy day and I am leaving this campground. I have tentative plans for another further east, but that leads me into the mountains and the low Friday night is near freezing. I need to get the propane refilled and decide if it’s worth staying in the mountains, or should I move a bit further south. Weather forecasts can change quickly this time of year, and there is something special I would like to do this weekend where I was originally planning to stay. Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. So, we shall see where I land. Sometimes those are the best travel days…when you end up doing something entirely unpredicted.

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❤️

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“But God made the earth by his power; he founded the world by his wisdom and stretched out the heavens by his understanding. When he thunders, the waters in the heavens roar; he makes clouds rise from the ends of the earth. He sends lightning with the rain and brings out the wind from his storehouses.”\n

Jeremiah 10:12-13 NIV

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\"R-pod “The r-pod 196 nestled in the trees at Cedar Creek State Park near Glenville, WV”

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I moved to the next campground easily enough yesterday morning. Mr. FixIt met me at the McDonald’s in Glenville for breakfast so I could get my travel coordinates before we parted company for another couple of weeks. We had the BEST weekend! It was our first wedding anniversary, which I had told you about. When he arrived at the campground Saturday night, he greeted me with a dozen roses and a sweet card. I greeted him with a warm supper and a big hug. We hiked, biked, and chatted with folks he knew in the campground. (Have I told you he knows EVERYONE?!) We rested and watched movies and took naps. And we just flat out enjoyed not having cell service or TV to distract us from enjoying each other’s company. It was wonderful!

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Speaking of no cell service, we had just finished eating lunch out in front of our camper on Monday when Mr. FixIt’s phone rang! We could barely hear a woman’s voice and she was saying something about coming to the office. We thought it must have something to do with his insurance policy because the call came from his agent’s office. That was really weird.

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After lunch, we decided to go for a bike ride around the state park. It’s such a great place to ride bikes because the campground is essentially flat. When we got back to the camper, Mr. FixIt reached to remove his wallet from his back pocket and…it was GONE! We looked in both trucks and all over the camper and campsite, but he figured he had to have lost it when he was riding his bike.

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I hadn’t realized till I got back to the camper that he wasn’t right behind me. I got off my bike and took off my helmet and gloves and here he came. It turned out he had gotten his shoe lace wrapped around the bike pedal and had to stop at the camp store to get untangled. He assumed that is where he lost the wallet. So, we got in the truck. I prayed out loud.

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“Jesus, please help us find my husband’s wallet!”

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We took off driving very slowly…looking for a brown wallet amongst the equally brown leaves all over the roadway. We hadn’t had any luck when we passed a couple out for a walk. 

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“You haven’t happened to find a wallet, have you?”

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“Nope…sorry. We haven’t seen a thing!”

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“Ok, we’ll keep looking. Thanks!”

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While we were talking to the couple who were walking, another couple rode past us on their bikes on the other side of the truck.

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Suddenly, we heard the walking couple.

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“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

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I looked in the rear view mirror and they were waving us back and pointing at the couple on the bike. The bikers rode up to us.

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“You looking for a wallet? I just turned one in at the park headquarters building! They have it waiting for you!”

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I stuck my hand out the window and looked up and shouted, “Thank you, Jesus!!!”

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We drove on up to the building at the park entrance and sure enough, it was Mr. FixIt’s wallet…intact with his one lone dollar bill and his credit cards. As we were driving back to the camper, he looked at me and said, “Man, that was really lucky!”

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I looked at him with a level stare and said, “No, honey…luck had nothing to do with that. What did I do as soon as we got in the truck? I prayed that Jesus would help us find your wallet, didn’t I?” He nodded in agreement. “Then, we asked the walkers if they found a wallet and they didn’t. But they asked the bikers, and THEY did…and had turned it in. All in the space of about ten minutes after I prayed! That was a prayer answered, sweetheart…plain and simple.”

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He had to agree. Especially when we were sitting at breakfast yesterday and he checked his phone.

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“Huh…I have a missed call.” It was from the same number that got through in an area with no phone service. They had called back and left us this message.

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“Hi there…this is __________ from you insurance agent’s office. We received a call from the folks at Cedar Creek State Park saying someone found your wallet. You need to check in with the headquarters office to get it back.”

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I looked at Mr. FixIt and smiled. “See? You can add getting a phone call in an area with no cell service about your lost wallet to the list of steps God took to return it to you!”

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I’m gobsmacked when God does these things…especially when it shows another person that He’s really REAL and cares about ALL the things, not just the big stuff. Even a wallet that falls out in the leaves.

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❤️

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“If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.”\n

John 15:7 NIV

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\"WV “Early morning fog on the lake. Almost Heaven…West Virginia”

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So, I know I told you I wouldn’t be running to town every whipstitch, however…I really do need to write some things for a deadline I’m facing…AND, I needed to get some reservations for this trip. I ended up heading into town to use the WiFi at McDonald’s. I wasn’t finished when I saw my battery was almost gone on my iPad so I packed it up and headed back to the campsite and plugged in. 

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It was early enough in the day that the fog hadn’t burned off the lake yet and I stopped in the road to take a photo. There was another, even more spectacular view on down a ways, however, there was someone coming up behind me so I had to move on. Sometimes the most beautiful, unforgettable photos get left to memory and never see the light of day. Those are really special.

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The campground is filling up and I just realized this is Columbus Day weekend. I imagine there will be crowds of people there by later today. Some campgrounds close by the end of October around here. I managed to get West Virginia camping all the way through to the first of November. Then I am going to either have to head south or winterize the camper. There will be some nights in the next week that will get down to the 30’s. It won’t be a problem unless it gets down and stays down, which it is not likely to do at this time of the year here.

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As I am writing this, I am listening to a group of college girls. They are FaceTiming with one of their moms and it is hysterical. They are talking about their hair and what to do with it for some special event. It reminds me so much of when my older daughter was that age. I was so young and I really loved the kids. As I was driving into town earlier, Daughter #2 called and we chatted for a while. It’s crazy how fast they’ve grown and how long ago those crazy fun times in McDonald’s really were.

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\"Sycamore “Sycamore Tussock Moth Caterpillar”

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The second picture is a Sycamore Tussock moth caterpillar. It was climbing up my tire at the campground…not surprising seeing how I’m camped in a grove of sycamore trees. I looked it up and they aren’t poisonous, but they can irritate your skin if you happen to be allergic to them. They said it is best to move them away with a stick or piece of paper, which is exactly what I did.

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I hope you have a wonderful Saturday and enjoy the autumn weather, wherever you are!

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❤️

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“Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains.”\n

James 5:7 NIV

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\"Country “There’s something special about moseying out country roads instead of roaring through on an interstate.”

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There is something special about driving on a two-lane blacktop in the fall. First, you’re forced to slow down…especially in West Virginia. There are a lot of 15 to 20 to 25mph turns in these parts. Beyond safety issues is the sheer beauty around every curve. 

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I love how the leaves fall in a shower of gold and red light in the sun. I love how the car in front of you stirs them up into a whirlwind that splashes on your windshield as you drive through them. I love how the the denuded trees cast lines on the roadway making it seem to glitter and shimmer as the miles fly under your wheels.

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The morning dew glistens as the leaves flutter in the breeze of your passing. The whole world takes on an auburn glow with rich yellow, tawny bronze, and deep indigo undertones. Crows and turkey buzzards circle overhead, waiting for the tasty morsels of the unfortunate squirrel or groundhog that doesn’t make it across the pavement in time. 

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Deer stand tenuously on the shoulder of the road seeming to be making a decision. Should I go? Should I stay? My mind wills them to turn and run up the hill away from my approaching bumper…left to live another day. Chipmunks seem to be enthralled with the macadam madness that cuts through their turf. Scoot out fast. No…wait! Dart back quick! How I keep from hitting them, I’ll never know.

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I arrived at my next campground shortly before noon. I stopped at the store on the way so I could buy chili fixin’s. Mr. FixIt was talking about chili the other night and it’s been on my mind ever since. I got unhooked and mixed up a batch for the crockpot. I made plenty to have leftovers for the freezer.

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This is one of the best things about traveling with a camper. With a well equipped kitchen and a stocked pantry, you can eat healthy and save a lot of money on the road. Avoid the fast food places and steer clear of processed foods and your food budget can go a long way. I have homemade chicken noodle soup, beef and noodles, pepperoni rolls, cinnamon rolls, taco meat, potato soup, pizza, old fashioned noodles, and now chili in the freezer. Potatoes, sausage, cheese, salad greens, broccoli, cauliflower, oranges, grapes, eggs, potato salad, sliced turkey, avocado, yoghurt, milk, and cottage cheese in the fridge. I have an assortment of dry goods in the pantry, including microwave popcorn if I want a snack. We’ll be eating like royalty this weekend when Mr. FixIt arrives.

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There’s and upside and a downside to this campground. Gorgeous woods. No internet at the campsite. I’ll have to drive to town to post this. If I didn’t have writing deadlines, I’d just cut the cord for the duration, but alas…my “work” is never done! There are worse things than writing every day!

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❤️

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“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.”\n

Psalms 19:1-2 NIV

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\"RP196\" “Autumn Glow Lights up the R-Pod”

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I camped the last two nights at a park hardly anyone knows about and I’d almost like to keep it that way. Except…it’s so uber cool, I just have to share. I’ve written about Calhoun County Park before. Mr. FixIt and I took a drive out here once and took pictures of the Heritage Village…a collection of buildings that were transported here and restored. There’s an old general store, a school house, a church, and a post office among others. The post office was from Freed…not too far from Grandma’s farm. Grandma introduced me to some of the Freed family.

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When we came out to the park that time, we saw a little campground and I was intrigued. As it turns out, Calhoun County Park is a designated “dark sky site”…meaning there is minimal light pollution and it’s easy to see the stars. The last couple of nights were peak meteor events. The first night was blanketed in dense cloud cover but last night was clear as a bell. Still, at the time I am writing this, I haven’t seen any.

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When I got up yesterday morning and went outside, there was something about the light and sounds and smells that took me straight back to my childhood. Grandma’s farm is probably 15 miles or so from here as the crow flies so I’m practically camping in the backyard. It got me to thinking about her and what she might think of this little adventure I’m on. 

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My grandma always loved me, but she…like several of my family members…thought maybe I was a full bubble off the level. I have always marched to my own drum and never really did things in a traditional way. Here I am, out on 258 acres and not a soul in sight. Oh, there were some folks up at the community building the last couple of nights. And yesterday a state patrolman came through the park on his rounds. But that’s the extent of it. Grandma would think I was off my rocker!

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Was I scared? Not really. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a care in the world, but fear didn’t really enter into the picture. I have protection. I have street smarts. I know the fire department is only a couple of miles away and I passed a policeman’s house not a mile from the park. Mr. FixIt is 20 minutes away at the Ponderosa. I have great cell service. I’m good. 

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I decided yesterday was a good day to figure out how to use the convection function on the convection microwave. On the R-Pod Owners V2 Facebook page, they talk about the “Cinnamon Roll Challenge” so I decided to bake some. Granted, they were from a can, but baking is baking, right?

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It took me a little bit to figure out how to work the stove. I read the directions but it wasn’t until I watched a YouTube video that I totally figured it out. I baked the rolls…5 in the can…and iced them. I ate one and packaged the others for the freezer because Mr. FixIt is going to join me this weekend for another weekend of camping. AND…our first wedding anniversary is Sunday, so what better way to celebrate than getting lost in the woods with my sweetie?!

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The autumn colors have really shown up the last couple of days and I’m in the most beautiful state to enjoy it. Almost Heaven…West Virginia! Today, I head to another State Park to enjoy more scenery and color!

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❤️

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“Let the trees of the forest sing, let them sing for joy before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth.”\n

1 Chronicles 16:33 NIV

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\"Check “How many times have you seen this come on…right in front of the dealership?!?!”

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I was heading through Marietta, Ohio yesterday afternoon on my way from one campground to the next. My preferred Ford dealer is there and as I was driving by, I got “the nudge”. The thought went through my mind…“Check your engine light!” Literally…I was right in front of the dealership when I looked down and…

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It was ON!!!

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I kid you not! I got goose bumps. Ok…I drove down a block, turned around, and came back. I pulled up as close to the service entrance as I could while pulling a camper behind me. Luke, the Service Supervisor, came out and checked the truck with the computer. One of the oxygen sensors was bad. They checked and had one in stock and they had a free technician. I unhooked the camper, pulled the truck in, and went out to the camper to stretch out and read. An hour later, they called and the truck was ready.

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You cannot tell me prayer doesn’t work. You cannot tell me the Holy Spirit doesn’t guide us. How many of you sent up prayers and good thoughts for travel mercies for me yesterday? Well, they worked…and I thank you for those prayers!

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But most of all, I thank God for always watching out for me. I love it when He comes through with a megaphone because there was absolutely nothing subtle about that call. Wowza!

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I got to the next campground just before dusk. I never reveal where I am in real time when I’m traveling alone so I’ll have to let you know the day after I leave. But, talk about peace and quiet…it’s crazy quiet here. I was hoping to see the night sky, but the clouds stole in just as I was unhooking. Maybe tonight. In the meantime…great cell service and a deadline to meet. What a great place to write!

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❤️

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“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?”\n

Psalms 8:3-4 NIV

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\"Autumn “It looks like we will finally get a little color after all!”

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I stayed an extra night at Beaver Creek State Park so I’d have an uninterrupted stretch of writing time. The other Girl Campers left Sunday, but my friend Gail is the Camp Host for Beaver Creek so she stayed to keep me company. In the past I have dreaded autumn because winter comes right after. But autumn…sweet autumn. The time of harvests and gold, apples and honey. Crispy, crunchy autumn…I’ve come to love it!

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It rained all night Sunday and the majority of the day yesterday. It stayed cloudy and cool which made snuggling up in the camper with my iPad and writing a rare treat. I took a break in the afternoon and went over to visit my friend Jan and see her farm…Paradise Acres. She is my age and runs a 200+ acre farm, plays in an Old Time band, sits on boards, campaigns for political candidates, and takes college classes. She is a retired Presbyterian minister. She has more energy in her little finger than I could ever hope to have!

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\"Woman “My friend Jan gazes out over her fields of corn at Paradise Acres.”

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When I got back to the campground, Gail was there to greet me with a steaming bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup and hot rolls. What a wonderful way to spend my last night camping in one of my favorite places in the world. I am heading out and about today. It’s going to be a gypsy camp day…meaning, I have no idea where I will sleep tonight. I want to see the meteor shower for the next two nights, skies willing, so I need to be somewhere away from city lights. I’ll let you know where I end up!

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In the meantime, we’ve had a good deal of rain. I think perhaps enough to pull us out of imminent fire danger in West Virginia. Mr. FixIt said there were places near the Ponderosa that received as much as three inches of rain in a very short amount of time. We have been parched here. The reason the fire danger was so high this fall was the overgrowth of vegetation from the unusually wet spring and summer we had. The vegetation is thick. Add dry weather and heat and it created dangerous conditions. I think we are past the worst of that now.

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\"Old “Jan’s barn at Paradise Acres. She holds Old Time Music concerts here.”

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As I was driving back from Jan’s farm this afternoon, I could really see the change in color in the leaves. Lots of yellows and some reds now. I’m looking forward to my drive today and checking out the autumn leaves. I can’t believe how early it’s getting dark already. The r-pod is comfortable and it stays nice and toasty in here. I think this new Adzel material they built the walls with is a better insulator.

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❤️

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““As long as the earth endures, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night will never cease.””\n

Genesis 8:22 NIV

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\"Girl “The curtain closes on another successful Fall What-a-Hoot!”

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What a FUN event we had this weekend at the Fourth Annual Fall What-a-Hoot at Beaver Creek State Park with the Girl Campers! OMGosh…we ate and laughed and knitted and crafted. We sat around the campfire every night and talked and talked and talked. We toured each other’s campers. We broke in a newbie. We hugged and prayed and praised.

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We antiqued and flea marketed and shopped and faired. We watched a movie on the big screen outdoors. We captured sunrises and sunsets. We cooked and shared recipes. We shared pictures of the kids and grandkids and great grandkids. We taught and shared. We listened. We embraced each other’s differences. We lifted each other up. We included everyone and made everyone feel welcome and special. You know what we didn’t do? We didn’t talk politics. We didn’t watch TV. We didn’t complain…about anything. Not even the 41 degree morning. Ok, maybe a little about the mosquitoes. And those folks on that one site that had a WAY too big fire and a drunken party till the wee hours of Sunday morning that kept some gals awake. Oh, and did I say…NO POLITICS! It was heavenly! The weekend ended with a much, MUCH needed rain. I’m staying on for another extra night since it’s supposed to rain all day today. I have writing to do and some trip planning. I’m also going to work on a little project I’ll share with you soon. 

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Happy Monday, everyone! 

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❤️

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“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”\n

Romans 15:13 NIV

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\"Cooking “Even with a compact, kitchen, cooking in the RPod is really easy.”

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Saturday is Soup Day at What a Hoot. The Girl Campers gather at Beaver Creek State Park in the spring and fall…both wonderful times to camp and both offering cool nights when a hot mug of soup is most welcome. Yesterday morning it was all of forty-one degrees when I woke up. The perfect day to get out the crockpot and make something yummy.

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I’m really getting the hang of cooking in the RPod. It’s a compact kitchen, but there is plenty of storage in the ample pantry…even for this monstrous 8-quart slow cooker. There are always several varieties of soup at the Saturday evening meal. This year, I decided to make beef and noodles…a wonderful comfort food that never fails to satisfy.

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I bought a big chuck roast, some pre-diced onions/celery/carrots, a large pack of sliced mushrooms, some beef broth, a family sized jar of prepared beef gravy, and a 24oz. bag of frozen noodles. I sear each side of the roast in my iron skillet, then sauté the veggies and mushrooms, and put it all in the crockpot. I pour the bottled gravy and about a cup of the beef broth over the whole thing and simmer it on low for about eight hours. About an hour before I’m ready to eat, I throw in the bag of noodles and add another cup or so of beef broth. I turn it up on high and when the noodles are done, it’s dinner time! One of the nice things about having the leftovers is packing up individual containers and putting them in the freezer for meals down the road. 

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I realized last night, I haven’t been as conservative with water as I thought and my freshwater tank is down to 1/3 full, which means I have approximately 10 gallons left on board. I have at least two more nights camping before I can refill my fresh water and dump the grey and blackwater tanks so I’ll need to watch more carefully. I can warm up leftovers the next couple of days and use paper plates so I’ll be fine.

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I think Diane had a good time camping. She enjoyed the girls and the campground. She learned a lot about staying in a travel trailer. The only camping experience she ever had was sleeping in a tent in Girl Scouts…which she hated. She really liked the RPod. I don’t know that camping will be an activity she seeks out in the future, but it sure was fun to show her the ropes and to spend some time with my good friend. There have been a lot of people who never dreamed of camping and end up enjoying themselves…whether or not they ever take it up as a pastime. 

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❤️

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“By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. And by faith even Sarah, who was past childbearing age, was enabled to bear children because she considered him faithful who had made the promise. And so from this one man, and he as good as dead, came descendants as numerous as the stars in the sky and as countless as the sand on the seashore.”\n

Hebrews 11:8-12 NIV

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\"RPod “Converting the sofa to a spare bed in the RPod 196!”

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I’m Back!!! Mr. FixIt and I had a wonderful time camping together and the little break was just what I needed to recharge. There’s nothing like being in the woods in a little camper. Losing Mr. Virgo taught me to really appreciate every moment and this week has been grand!

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On Monday, we checked into Tomlinson Run State Park in the tippy top of the Northern Panhandle of West Virginia. The drive up was lovely as we followed the Ohio River on Rt. 7. Mr. FixIt drove separately and followed along behind me. We got to our campsite by mid-afternoon and unhooked. It’s a lovely campground, located on top of a hill and densely wooded. The sites are all nicely spaced apart from each other. We had electric but no water. That’s not a problem, really. You just use the water you carry with you in your fresh water tanks. We rode our bikes around the campground, we cooked outside, and we spent as much time as we could sitting out looking at the stars.

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We left Tomlinson Run on Wednesday and headed to Beaver Creek to meet up with the Girl Campers. Mr. FixIt loves to hang out with the girls and they really enjoy him as well. We had fires in the Solo Stove which is wonderful…so much less smoke than a conventional campfire but still enough that you feel as though you had the camping experience. We had some rain here Wednesday night. Quite a bit actually. 

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Mr. Fixit left yesterday mid-day to head home. My friend Diane joined me last night. Diane graduated from high school with me but we didn’t know each other back then. She and I didn’t really become good friends till I moved to the family farm in West Virginia in 2014…the year after Mr. Virgo died. I needed to find someone who could help me unload a truck so I called her to get a recommendation. We became fast friends after that. 

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I tried to get her to camp with me several years ago, but Motel 8 is roughing it to Diane. Then, when she found out I was taking the RPod out for a road test, she texted me with a bombshell. She wanted to come camping with me! She knew I’d be writing about my camping experiences and wanted to offer her services as “blog fodder”. “Camping with the Non-Camper!” Brilliant! This could either be really, really good…or really, really bad. I’m happy to report that, so far, she seems to be having a grand time! She fits right in with these great gals.

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As is always the case, there’s always a good deal of food at these events and last night was a smorgasbord. Tonight is soup night…my favorite night during What a Hoot. Everyone brings their A-game on soup night and we all go around taste testing each person’s creation. I decided to do something a little bit different this year and make beef and noodles. I’ll stick the chuck roast in the crock pot in the morning and let it simmer all day. It will be a welcome addition, I am sure.

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This morning was predicted to be 41 degrees! After a long stretch of hot, dry weather, I am really welcoming the cooler temperatures of fall. I needed to make a reconfiguration of the camper to accommodate my guest. I turned the jack knife sofa into a twin bed. The back of the sofa is a little bit higher than the seat when it’s laid out flat. I bought some firm upholstery foam sheets to lay down on the lower section to make an even base and place my inflatable mattress on top. It was cool enough for the furnace. Today is Pioneer Days down in the Historic Village. The grist mill will be running and there will be tours of the village buildings. Our friend Gail’s son wrote a book about the haunted history of Beaver Creek and will be on hand to sign his books.

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So far, the trip is fabulous and so is the RPod 196! The tickets are on sale on girlcamper.com for $10 each and the proceeds benefit the Hold You Foundation, an organization that assists families with critically ill children. This is a wonderful chance to support a worthy cause as well and get the opportunity to buy a wonderful camper! It’s good to be back!

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❤️

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“We love because he first loved us.”\n

1 John 4:19 NIV

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\"Pizza\" “Pete’s Pizza…best pizza EVER! Located in Mineral Wells, WV on Old Rt. 14.”

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 When Daughter #1 and her husband lived on Long Island, we visited her as often as we could. We took the train into the city and had great pizza and bagels. When I visited my aunt and uncle in Chicago, we had some really great pizza. We found a place last night that literally blew everything else out of the water.

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My husband is very picky about his pizza, and frankly, so am I. I cannot stand to have the outside third overdone, the middle third perfect, and the center soggy and undercooked. We have been hearing about Pete’s Pizza for quite some time now. The owners go to our church and I hear people raving about it so it was time to check this place out.

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The other night, our church outreach fed people in a very hard neighborhood with lots of drugs and crime. Pete’s donated fifty pizzas to the cause. For that reason alone, I decided we needed to throw some money their way and enjoy a pizza date night.

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I was not disappointed. Good pizza takes a while to cook. (Remember that crispy crust I raved about? Cooking too fast is the reason pizza is undercooked in the center and nearly burned on the edge.) We kept the phone off the table and visited, enjoying our Saturday night out.

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The family run restaurant was cozy with a darling gift shop that reminded me a bit of a Cracker Barrel, but less “kitschy”. They have events during the week…trivia nights, family night, bonfire night (complete with s’more kits) and they are currently looking for live entertainment for Saturday nights.

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Pete’s is a little out of the way…1.3 miles out Rt. 21  just off the interchange of I-77 at Mineral Wells. If you ever find your way to our neck of the woods, or even driving past on the interstate…do take the time and stop in. They have quite a variety of menu items and a great lineup of deserts. They do serve beer and wine. 

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I’ve found my all new favorite date place. Mr. FixIt and I loved it!

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❤️

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“Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.”\n

Ecclesiastes 9:7 NIV

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\"Love “Leaving love notes behind for your spouse to find later…what a gift!”

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My friends and I camped at Beaver Creek State Park last night. We so seldom get together, just the three of us and when we do it’s always so special. It’s always tempting to stay up really late and sleep in the next day, but Janine and I both had long drives home. We called it a night fairly early and were up and ready for coffee by 8:00. We chatted over a leisurely breakfast and prayed for each other before we finally broke camp by 11:00. I pulled in to the Ponderosa around 4:00, dropped off the camper, and turned right around to go back to town for small group. I’m not signed up for this session, but I wanted to visit and share in the fellowship with dear friends from church.

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I was seated by a new member of the group. Jonna is a widow of two years. I put my hand on her arm and told her how sorry I was for her loss. We chatted about the similarities and differences between people’s grief experiences. She knew ahead of time that her husband was dying and she was thrilled they had time to have important conversations, no matter how uncomfortable they were.

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Just before our meeting started, she leaned over and lowered her voice a little.

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“Wanna know the BEST part?” 

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I was intrigued. I had never thought about “the best part” of grief.

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“Yes….please!”

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“My husband hid love notes for me everywhere! I’ve found over twenty of them already!”

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My heart melted. I remember finding a note Mr. Virgo had left me for Valentine’s day just a month before he died unexpectedly. I know how precious that is.

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“I’m not going to go looking for them. If I find one, it’s a gift! I found one the other day in the file of Explanation of Benefits from the insurance!”

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I leaned over to her and said, “I think that is just the sweetest thing!”

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That’s a good man, right there. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, what these little gifts would mean to the woman he had married thirty-eight years prior. Even when he was ill and in pain from the amputation of his leg, this gentle giant left his sweetheart love letters from beyond. Yes…that’s a very good man!

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❤️

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“Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.”\n

2 Thessalonians 3:16 NIV

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\"Barn “This barn catches your eye traveling I-80 across Ohio.”

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I love to drive. That is probably one of the biggest reasons I love camping…because I have to drive there. Yesterday saw me driving across Ohio on I-80. I’ve never driven this route before. I always travel I-70 when I go to Colorado so I was really looking forward to a change of scenery. Ohio did not disappoint.

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The farms of the Buckeye State are beyond beautiful. Looking more like still life paintings by Andrew Wyeth, the farms are pristine and perfect. One barn in particular caught my eye and I had to research it when I got to the campground last night.

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There was a large mural painted on the side with a portrait and quote of Rutherford B. Hayes, the 19th president of the United States and former Governor of Ohio. You can find a story about the artist here.

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https://www.thenews-messenger.com/story/news/2015/10/05/new-mural-mark-turnpike-milestone/73370206/

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Another super feature of the Ohio Turnpike is found in the Service Plazas dotting the stretch of well maintained highway. I-80 is a toll road through Indiana and Ohio. Instead of “rest areas”, the Service Plazas actually have camping spots in the back with electricity so you can sleep in your camper overnight with air conditioning. Every interstate in America should have these! I’d want them especially in Indiana, Missouri, and Kansas for my cross country trips to see my Colorado family.

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As I wrote this last night, I looked back and the fun two weeks I’ve had. I’ve learned a lot and seen a lot and most importantly enjoyed it all! This trip is reminiscent of the journey I took after Mr. Virgo died…but without the grief and sadness. A kind of “do over” with fresh eyes. There is nothing like cool crisp days with farms and trees tinged with gold and stacks of pumpkins and mums everywhere. America, the beautiful!

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❤️

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“They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty— and I will meditate on your wonderful works.”\n

Psalms 145:5 NIV

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Today’s the day!!! Tune in at 3:00 on the goRVing Facebook page for a live reveal of how Janine has taken our little R-Pod 196 from “Factory to Fabulous!” We are so excited to show you all the special touches that have totally transformed this camper into a cozy, elegant showstopper.

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\"Girl “Janine used bright and cheerful wallpapers from Spoonflower to give the camper an elegant, artsy feel. Campers don’t have to be brown!”

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We came to Setzer’s RV Center in Huntington yesterday and were greeted by the owner…our good friend, Lynn Butler. I handed her a laundry list of little things that needed doing. First off, the scissor jack that I bent needed replaced. Then they filled my propane tank and provided me with a water hose so I could fill my freshwater tank. They replaced a low point drain cap that was missing. Once I was plugged into power, I was all set.

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\"Girl “Mixing different patterns delineates different living areas giving the camper a much roomier feel.”

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We spent the evening finishing up the decor. We put the memory foam mattress topper on the bed and dressed it. After a meal of smoked ribs, we settled in for the night, each in our own little campers…in the parking lot of the RV dealership! We were locked in, safe and sound. There is nothing….nothing like snuggling into your little camper. It has always been a tiny sanctuary for me…my safe place. My happy place. 

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\"Girl “Custom fabric was used post factory to make the living area more homey. This jack knife sofa folds out to a twin sized bed.”

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Today will be really busy, but fun. I can’t wait till you get to see the interior of this camper. Last night was my first night sleeping in it so I’ll have to tell you about that tomorrow! 

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\"Girl “The kitchen is compact but fully functional. A deep stainless steel sink with a goose neck faucet is a big plus.”

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AND…Raffle Tickets go on sale today on GirlCamper.com

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❤️

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“All hard work brings a profit, but mere talk leads only to poverty.”\n

Proverbs 14:23 NIV

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\"2020 “2020 RPod 196…taking her for a test run for the next four months!”

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I’ve been trying to come up with a great name for my epic trip. I have decided I’ll be chasing the sun to stay warm as I travel further south so that’s just what I’ll call it. And yesterday was officially the very first day!!! And what a crazy day it was.

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First, we had to pack up our hotel room. It is absolutely amazing what two people can accumulate in three short days! Once we were packed up, we headed to Advanced Auto Parts to buy a 2” ball for my hitch since that’s the size the RPod needs. I found one, but they didn’t have a wrench big enough to handle the job so I went across to the Goodyear store. They didn’t have a big enough tool either. So, rather than keep searching, I just went back to Advanced Auto and bought a new hitch at the correct size and we headed to Hershey Park to pick up the new camper.

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When we arrived, our little camper was sitting all by herself at the end of the row. We hooked up and off we went. We had an easy, uneventful trip till we pulled into the field at the Ponderosa. I miscalculated a small incline and caught one of the scissor jacks and bent it. It’s no big deal, it didn’t hurt the camper at all…but it did hurt my pride because I knew better than to come in at that angle. We’ll just chalk it up to being overly tired because we were!

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It was wonderful to see Mr. Fixit! He had a pan of my smoked ribs out of the freezer thawing and I popped them in the oven as soon as I walked in. We fiddled around with the campers a little here and there. Janine had a spill in hers from a jar of balsamic vinaigrette that fell out of the cabinet so she had quite a sticky mess to clean up. We were all really excited to dine al fresco on the deck by the pool.

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And, just like that…the evening was over and Janine and I both retreated to separate rooms to do our writing while Mr. FixIt watched his evening shows. It was too hot to dry camp in the field without air conditioning so we went for comfort and slept indoors. Today we are driving down to Huntington to Setzer’s RV to get some fine tuning on the campers and I will get my official walk through to learn the inner workings of the RPod. I’m going to have to come up with a cute name for her! Any ideas?

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❤️

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“Whoever conceals their sins does not prosper, but the one who confesses and renounces them finds mercy.”\n

Proverbs 28:13 NIV

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\"Early “Camping in the early days in Denver. This is just down the street from where Ben & Sue live!”

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Janine and I spent our time at the RV Show yesterday browsing around for content for our blogs. We stood for eight hours and walked nearly 10,000 steps. By the time the show was finished, we were exhausted but then there was work to be done. Processing and editing photos, writing blog posts, calculating trip routes and travel times. All the logistics that come with the postmortems of a travel show.

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I’ll bet we didn’t get to see one tenth of this show. And even that was overwhelming. We did see a couple of really cool campers. We saw some really EXPENSIVE campers. We saw everything from bargain basement, bare bones boxes to luxury on wheels. It’s amazing what some of the interiors of these campers look like. Marble counters, high end furnishings, and appliances that look like they come out of the finest kitchens. It boggles the mind that people would pay half a million dollars for a fancy bus.

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There are so many accessories….many that you definitely don’t need, but there are lots that were pretty handy. One was a rechargeable work light that would work well to illuminate a campsite if you arrive in the dark and need to back in. We have some really fun accessories that I’ll be sharing with you after the big reveal next week. We are still holding back the majority of the photos till then.

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In the meantime, they are breaking down the show overnight. I need to get a smaller ball on my hitch to fit the new camper. Janine and I are heading to the Ponderosa today then to Huntington tomorrow. We’ll dry camp out in the field tonight! So please keep us in your prayers for travel mercies today. I am so excited about pulling this camper today!

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❤️

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“For the Lord gives wisdom; from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.”\n

Proverbs 2:6 NIV

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\"Women “Janine, her BFF Carol, and me in front of the R Pod at the Hershey RV Show.”

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Ok, so I thought Friday’s show was busy? Hokey Smokes!!! Yesterday was absolutely insane at the RV Show…but SO amazingly fun! Hundreds of people came and walked through the camper. Everyone loved the decor and if they didn’t…it was probably a guy. Guys don’t necessarily get the whole “decorate your camper” thing. That’s why most campers are varying themes of BROWN. I think a guy takes a look and says, “Yeah…that won’t show dirt. Use that!”

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I do have to say, the folks at Forest River are stepping up their game in the new R Pod. The cabinets are a lovely shade of grey and the walls are off white. It is a perfect canvas on which to decorate in whatever style strikes your fancy. The light colors along with multiple large windows brings in an abundance of light which is exactly what I am looking for in a camper. I am going to switch the mattress out. I’ve never found an RV mattress that I found satisfactory. I am very choosy about my mattresses. I have an extra memory foam mattress at home so I’ll switch it out when I’m there next week.

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Janine and I were so exhausted when we got back to our hotel room yesterday. We both took a long nap, then headed out for dinner. Our meal was ok. I was disappointed in my main course. I had pasta and meat sauce with Italian sausage. The sausage had been left in the skillet too long and was actually burnt. When the waitress took my plate, she asked if there was something wrong. I explained and she offered something different. By that time I was full from just the pasta and sauce and didn’t care for anything else. 

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Pretty soon, the manage/owner came out to talk with me. He said he took my entree off the check. In the process of our discussion, I informed him I had a good understanding of what he was going through. I told him about Mr. Virgo working in the Food & Beverage industry all of his career. He lit up and we began a long discussion comparing notes of who worked where and when. This is something I always found fascinating with Mr. Virgo. No matter where we were, he could find someone who knew someone and there was always common ground. It made me smile.

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I told him our story. I told him about going out to buy the camper and how he died while we were looking. I told him about buying the little camper and taking it out in the wilderness and backroads of Colorado. I told him about selling my house and buying the big camper and getting rid of 95% of my personal belongings. I told him about being on the road in the camper and writing about it and how I came to know Janine. Then, I told him the happy ending of the story…running into Mr. FixIt and how we are just about ready to celebrate our 1st Wedding Anniversary.

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A happy ending. It’s never “The End” though…is it. Mr. Virgo died. But it wasn’t the end. It was the end of many things…but not of him. Or of me. There is always more story to be written…even when you cannot believe you can survive another moment after such a painful loss. Being away, doing something different, learning new things, expanding my territory. All these things offer a lovely perspective of life. I can’t think how my life could be any more perfect than what it is. I am so incredibly grateful. Telling my story gives me this gift every single time.

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❤️

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“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”\n

James 1:17 NIV

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\"Hershey “I can’t believe the number of camping trailers here at this show!!!”

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Who remembers Ed Sullivan telling you to keep watching because “it’s a really big shew”? Janine and I made it to the Hershey RV Show yesterday and…OMGosh…it is HUGE!!! I mean…like, you couldn’t see everything in a whole week! Every camper you can think of is here. And some I’ve never heard of. There are vendors selling everything from bumpers to hitches and everything in between.

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Everyone who came into the new R-Pod just marveled at how awesome the interior is. And it really is. It’s trendy and stylish…very elegant in a hip sort of way. I could hardly wait to get inside! I walked all around and looked in every cupboard and drawer. It was so fun to meet all the people looking inside and tell them about the camper and my upcoming journey.

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There are so many cool features on this camper that I can hardly wait to share with you, but I can’t just yet. Janine is doing a live Facebook reveal next week so it will have to wait till after that!

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At the end of a very busy day, Janine and I headed to a nearby steakhouse for dinner then came back to the hotel to work. Today will be another busy day so I’ll going to cut this short. I hope you enjoy your weekend. It was so chilly here in Hershey yesterday. I actually had to put on my barn coat! Fall is definitely in the air!

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❤️

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“And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”\n

Hebrews 13:16 NIV

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\"Full “Tonight is a full moon AND Friday the 13th! What could POSSIBLY go wrong?”

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If you have ever worked in an emergency room, you know it is guaranteed to be crazy busy on the night of a full moon and any Friday the 13th. Add the two? Yikes! Let’s just say, I’m super happy I am going to go work an RV show today and not an ER!

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Yesterday was insanely busy. I got up early and finished packing. Mr. FixIt had to work so I loaded up the truck by myself. Although I started early and it was only 73 degrees, within an hour I was sweating buckets and things became decidedly more difficult. I managed to get everything finished around 11:00 and headed to town. I had some errands to run before a doctor’s appointment at 2:45. The Doctor ran really late so it was 4:15 by the time I was finished. 

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As I walked around the back of my truck in the parking lot, I noticed the hitch wasn’t on my truck. Mr. FixIt usually does that for me because a hitch with all the gear to use weight distribution bars is really heavy. I had to drive all the way home and hook it up myself before I could head out of town. I was really tired by 10:00 and started looking for a hotel room. I finally found one around Hagerstown, MD and stopped for the night. There’s a long stretch through the mountains where the pickin’s are slim.

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I love traveling by night. The traffic is lighter and the moon was amazing! By the time I got settled in my room, it was 11:30 so I was whupped. I don’t have to be at the RV Show till noon so I could sleep in this morning!  Gotta be ready for a busy, busy couple of days!

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❤️

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“For it is written: “ ‘He will command his angels concerning you to guard you carefully; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.’ ””\n

Luke 4:10-11 NIV

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\"Camper “A little sneak peek of the all new R-Pod 196 from Forest River…Girl Camper style!”

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When Mr. Virgo and I managed a 4200 acre luxury resort in southern Colorado, we found ourselves needing a chef. One of the happy little benefits of being married to the boss was getting to sit in on the results of the chef’s “stage”. Typically, when chefs are interviewed for a position in a fine dining restaurant, they must demonstrate their skills before the person looking to hire them. This means…observing their kitchen skills while the food is being prepared, then taste testing. In our case, we were treated to three different chef stages before one was selected.

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This was where I learned about the amuse-bouche which literally means “amused mouth”. A typical amuse-bouche is just a small savory tasting to demonstrate the chef’s style. One chef gave us a single scallop seared to perfection but I almost lost it when I bit in and it had been marinated in vanilla! Ugh…vanilla and seafood do NOT go together, trust me. He didn’t get the gig. The chef that was hired had a small slice of ahi tuna in a flat bottomed spoon. On top was a small dollop of green foam that was as light as air but had the most intense flavor. I can’t even tell you what it tasted like…savory, spicy, rich, and so light as to almost not even be there but it complimented the tuna perfectly. 

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Amuse-bouche…the little tease of the culinary world. We also experience this in other areas of life. The free sample. The previews at a movie theater. And here? A teeny, tiny little sneak peek of the little camper I get to pull around for the next five months!

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If you haven’t caught what’s happening, Forest River donated the very first 2020 R-Pod 196 that came off the line this summer to the Girl Campers for our Annual Trailer Raffle. And, Janine Pettit…our Camper-in-Chief…received the camper sometime in August and has brought it from “Factory to Fabulous”! Let’s face it…the interiors of most RV’s are b.o.r.i.n.g. Or downright ugly! Forest River is listening. They realize that women represent the fastest growing demographic in the RV industry and us gals are tired of brown, right?

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I can’t get into all the details yet, but we wanted to let you have a little peek inside to see how I get to Camp Like a Girl in this darling camper. It’s bright and cheery, bold and elegant, and can be dressed up or down. It demonstrates to manufacturers we want neutral palettes we can build on without having to paint over everything. It demonstrates to dealers one of the countless ways a camper can be customized so they better understand a girl camper and what she’s looking for in a travel trailer.

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Not everyone wants to go all “she-she” with their camper decor so we went with something a little bold, a little trendy, and ultimately elegant. We can’t wait for the big reveal which will take place via live broadcast on Go-RVing’s Facebook page Wednesday, September 18th at 3:00pm Eastern Standard Time. I leave tomorrow for Hershey so hang on…we’re going on a road trip!

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❤️

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“He has filled them with skill to do all kinds of work as engravers, designers, embroiderers in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen, and weavers—all of them skilled workers and designers.”\n

Exodus 35:35 NIV

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\"Handsome “Mr. Virgo…Forever 62…and still handsome as ever.”

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Happy Heavenly Birthday, Mr. Virgo. You would have been sixty-nine today. Would you have been retired by now? Would we have pulled that camper all over the country? Would our golf game be any better? It’s hard to say, but my guess is…we would have been out hitting some balls today.

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My life is so different now…I do different things. I camp and write about it. I grieve and write about it. I got married again…and I write about it! Nothing is safe anymore…it’s all blog fodder. But in a good way.

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I remember all the stages, all the phases, all the fear and pain and anger your loss caused me. I remember it all. At the same time, the edges are fuzzy. A little out of focus. The only words I can hear your voice say in my mind anymore is “I love you, baby doll.” I can picture your hands…your earlobes…your hair. It’s like I can see all the pieces of the puzzle but I cannot seem to piece them all together and put together a workable picture of you. Sometimes it’s frustrating. Sometimes its a Godsend.

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As I always tell my readers, the pain of grief is always much, much worse when I’m tired. Sunday night, I could not get to sleep. And the longer it went on, the more focused I became on being away. I knew I’d be tired. And I knew the waves could hit any minutes, even if you never crossed my mind. 

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I finally drifted off for about 20 minutes and woke up freezing. I turned off the fan, threw a blanket over me, and went to sleep for…maybe a half hour. This time, I woke up overheated, sweating profusely, and anxious/nauseated/jittery. I finally got up, turned the fan back on, and got sick.

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Grief.

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Waves of seemingly unending grief have dwindled to the rare bad night. Sunday night was it. I hate disturbing Mr. FixIt if I’m jumping up and down all night so I moved to the guest room, took something for my upset stomach, and finally slipped into a sound sleep for four or five hours. This is the way it works now. The fact that I am happily married doesn’t seem to phase it. We never “get over it”….but we do learn how to hold our grief with soft hands so as to not wake up the beast.

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It is your 69th. You are there with your mom and dad…and cousin-in-law Dennis…and now, your firstborn, Shannon. She has been with you for two years. I know you all are together and having a cigar on the back 9…watching the sunset. 

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I will always love you and remember you in so many ways. It’s funny how your shape in my life has changed over time. Each year you step a tiny bit further away. Your star shines a tiny bit less in my every day life…but you’re so much bigger in the grand moments. And still, every once it a while, a wave hits me and I have a bad night. Thank God, they are fewer and farther between.

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So…

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Virgo!

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❤️

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“So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.”\n

John 16:22 ESV

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\"Worship “There is another who stands with us in the fire….always.”

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I cannot tell you how many times I have felt alone in my life. Totally alone. Totally forgotten. Maybe not totally worthless…but pretty darned close sometimes. When I went through my formal conversion to Judaism just before my second child was born, part of the process was to sit before the Bet Din…the Jewish Tribunal Court that determines your suitability. Did you learn all you needed to learn? Are you converting for your faith…or for your husband? How will you accomplish the very important aspect of the Jewish faith…being a contributing member of the synagogue?

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These were the easy questions. I had already lived a Jewish life for 12 years. This conversion was merely a formality so that our child would be considered by other Jews to be Jewish once she was born. The difficult question came last.

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“Do you renounce Jesus as your personal savior?”

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I thought I would fly through these questions without giving them a second thought. But this question….this…betrayal to all I had learned as a child hit something deep within me I didn’t even realize was there. But what was I to do? I was pregnant out to here and my nice Jewish doctor-husband was sitting on the other side of the door, waiting for me. 

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“I have obligations to my family,” I thought to myself. “I have people depending on me to show up as a Jew…not the least of which is my unborn child.”

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So, I said yes…and that’s where the trouble started. I felt God…I don’t know…step back, for lack of a better description. From that moment on…for the next ten years…I felt alone. Forsaken, as I had forsaken Jesus. Granted, I had not recognized him as the Son of God at that point. I had never invited Him into my life. I had never given over to Him and called Him Lord. I guess, in that moment, I realized He was still in the back of my mind. He was still there. That is, until I kicked Him to the curb in the office of the synagogue that cold and sunny January day.

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I didn’t deserve Him. I had shunned Him. I felt there was no forgiveness for such an action and that was where I was left. Dying on the vine from the inside out. Ten years later, after an overdose nearly killed me, I started my long journey back to life and along the way…praise God…I was brought to my knees at the foot of the Cross and came home to Jesus in 2005. Nearly fifteen years ago.

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What I’ve learned since then is this: I was never alone in the fire. God was always there with me, no matter how far I tried to push Him away. I spent that whole decade feeling alone and unworthy…far from God on my side of the fence. Yet He sat there patiently watching out for me, patiently waiting for me to cry out for him.

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I think of myself as a parent…how sad I have been at times when my children’s focus has them far away from me and how joyful I feel when they call, or reach out to me for something even as mundane as a family recipe. This must be how God feels when we reach our arms out to Him to be held. Like any parent…He loves His children. Like any parent…He rejoices when His children love Him back.

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❤️

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“How precious is your steadfast love, O God! The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.”\n

Psalms 36:7 ESV

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\"Autumn “Letting things go for a little while gives your mind and heart a chance to breathe.”

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I have a list as long as my arm to get accomplished in the next four days. On the upside, I don’t have a camper to clean and prep for a trip. On the downside, I still have laundry, errands, packing, planning, writing, and a couple of doctor’s appointments before I slip out of town on Thursday for the beginning of this amazing Girl Camper Trailer Tour.

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So, with all this stuff on my list, what did I do yesterday? I let things go. I created a day just for me. I met ten of my dear friends from my high school class for coffee and conversation. We caught up with what’s been going on since the beginning of summer. We haven’t met since June before I left cross country. This is the first chance I’ve had to plan a coffee gathering since returning from Colorado. I needed to fit it in before I leave again this week.

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We caught up with everyone’s health issues. Yes, we’re THOSE people now…surgeries, hospitalizations, injuries. We are “of a certain age” and things break down more often it seems. One of the gals was new to our gathering. She’s been liberated from a longstanding situation that didn’t allow her to socialize before now so there was a lot of catching up to do there. We talked about our vacations over the summer and travel plans for the fall. We shared photos of the grandkids…and GREAT grandkids! Ninety minutes flew by and someone called, “Picture time!” We needed to enlist a patron sitting in the cafe to come take our photo. A young woman doing homework. I smiled. “High school friends. Don’t ever lose touch!” She smiled back and took the perfect picture.

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When it was time to leave, we each hugged everyone there. We’re of that age…we don’t know “when” and “if” anymore. So we hug and kiss a lot and give lots of “love you’s” and “take care’s”. I left feeling loved and supported and relieved those I care about were experiencing a pretty good week. As I was heading to the truck, one of our granddaughters texted to say she was in town and did I want to snuggle our great grandson. Well…of course! Silly question!

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I went to the former Mrs. FixIt’s house and visited her and with not one, but BOTH great grandchildren for an hour or so and caught up with everyone, then headed off for errands. I met Mr. FixIt after his golf scramble and went to one of my favorite stores…Rural King. I’m looking for a cool barn coat but I’m not finding one. I’ll probably have to buy online.

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So, there you go…my primer on how to let things go. Totally self serving and vitally important. Church today, then I can piddle around the house. It’ll get done. And, it’ll get done without me feeling like I’ll tear my hair out at any minute. That is a monumental win-win in my book.

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❤️

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“a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;”\n

Ecclesiastes 3:5 ESV

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\"Quilt\" “My friend’s comfort quilt is on its way. She’s had her first dose of chemo.”

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My dear friend’s quilt is on its way out west. As I sat and hand stitched the binding, I listened to praise music for a bit, then I switched over to my daily devotional. My Bible app on my phone has a function where someone reads the Bible to you. That is especially handy for my Bible plan that I’m working on. It’s planned so that you read the entire Bible in a year. I’ve only read the Bible completely once. I read it from cover to cover…from Genesis to Revelations. That’s tough. You get stuck in all those begats and Kings and it’s difficult to keep from going cross eyed. 

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This plan reads a couple of chapters from the Old Testament and the New Testament. Then it reads some from Psalms and finishes with Proverbs. Every day. Once I got two weeks behind and swore I’d never do that again. Then over the weekend, I hit the two week behind mark again. Currently I’m only behind nine days. I have some catching up to do. Listening over the headphones accomplished two things…it helped me catch up a bit and it let me stitch the Word into my work. Then I prayed over the quilt and hugged it close and sent it off to my friend, hoping she feels the love and hugs and prayers put into each stitch.

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I’m counting down the days for my trip now. We’ve all learned from experience just how fast a week can go by. It will be no time and I’ll be off to the Hershey RV Show. I’ll meet Janine there and we’ll work the show for two days. Then we’ll be off to Huntington, WV. 

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I’ve been researching stays for my trip and all the writing that is going to be involved with it. Lots of driving. Lots of photo editing. Plus another project that’s coming up very soon. PLUS my own writing here. That’s a ton of work. What I will have to do is share my trip writing here on some of the days. It will be extremely difficult (I think) to write the daily essays you and I have become accustomed to. Then again, writing on this blog has become my bedtime ritual and I may not be able to sleep until I write something here.

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At any rate, you and I are about to embark on a VERY exciting journey filled with fun experiences and beautiful scenery. And sometimes we’ll still talk about grief. Because, you know…it’s what we do here. Grief and joy can exist at the same time.

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❤️

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“a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;”\n

Ecclesiastes 3:7 ESV

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\"\" “Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” Jack Canfield

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I hear from a lot of widows who face fear as one of their most difficult symptoms of grief. Fear of the unknown…fear of being alone…fear of other people’s motives. Navigating grief is difficult enough on it’s own. Add fear, anxiety, and even full blown panic attacks and it ratchets grief up to an unbearable level. 

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I’ve always had a bit of an anxious nature. Anticipatory social anxiety. Commonly called “stage fright”. I’ve come a long way in learning to control it. Sometimes it bothers me. Sometimes it doesn’t. I’ve learned the things I most want to do lie on the other side of that fear, so I have to figure out ways to get through to the other side in order to find my bliss.

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The fear I felt early on after losing Mr. Virgo was different than my usual pre-speech jitters. It was hold-onto-the-edge-of-the-mattress-all-night awful. Through trial and error, I’ve learned a lot of skills…tools for my tool box, so to speak. If I feel myself amping up, one of the things that almost immediately calms me down is listening to praise music. If I’m singing at the top of my lungs, its really difficult to be scared. 

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I’ve had so many people tell me they would really love to take off camping or traveling by themselves but they are too scared. The bottom line any grief mentor should take is honoring what others are and are not capable of. That being said, if it really is something you want to do, there are ways you can ease into scary situations without jumping in with both feet.

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Finding a like-minded friend to do things with can help a lot when it comes to doing new things. Taking little baby steps helps, as well. If your dream is to take a month long trip to Europe but you have panic attacks going to the grocery store, you need to desensitize yourself. Start with little excursions. A short day trip. Repeat till you’re comfortable. Then an overnight, then two…you get the idea. Getting professional help can go a long way toward building your confidence and getting down to the root of the issues you face.

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When I was planning the trip to Colorado, my biggest concerns were the social obligations of my daughter’s wedding and being so far away from Mr. FixIt. Losing Mr. Virgo so suddenly brings the possibility of a repeat to the forefront of my imagination. So, yeah…that makes me nervous. The night before the trip, my stomach was in knots but I did my routine and the next morning, I was good to go. It’s not the actual DOING that bothers me…it’s the anticipation. And, sometimes I just have to do the thing and feel the fear.

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I’m really excited about the opportunity to take this new camper around. There’s nothing about it that scares me, per se. I may have pre-trip jitters the night before. I may not. Knowing what it is, knowing how to redirect my thinking, knowing just what I need to do helps me feel less out of control and more confident in my own abilities. 

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What I want is often on the other side of fear, but that’s exactly what makes the experience so much richer. I know exactly what I had to get through to get there and that makes me brave! After all…so far, I have survived every single experience I’ve encountered in my life!

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❤️

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“Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.\"”\n

Deuteronomy 31:6 ESV

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\"Kind “My grandma always said you can catch a lot more flies with honey than you can with vinegar.”

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About thirty years ago, a woman named Anne Herbert wrote something on a placemat in a restaurant. “Practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.” Since then, countless posters, books, t-shirts, and movies have incorporated this idea of doing something for others…some kindness…without expecting anything in return. Things like paying for the person behind you in the drive through at the local coffee shop. Or, leaving a basket of flowers on someone’s doorstep. Or, something I like to do every once in a while….put a sticky note on a $5 bill with a note like “God loves you!”…then tuck it in a book at the library or a book store. 

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Practicing random acts of kindness didn’t start with Ms. Herbert, of course. The original practitioner was Jesus, of course…and we would do well to strive to emulate Him. Being a good person seems to be rapidly going out of style. My dad wasn’t what you would call a profound thinker, but he said one thing that always stuck with me. “Computers will be the downfall of mankind.” I think I rolled my eyes when he said that. But maybe he wasn’t so far off.

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I don’t think it’s computers, per se, that will be the downfall of man. I think it’s how computers are used. Social media has created a monster. It’s given people a voice who may never have had one. It’s placed a filter between people….it’s created an US against THEM atmosphere. And, it has taken away the social filter of eye contact, allowing whatever vitriol that comes to mind to flow through the keyboard without repercussion. Cyber bullying isn’t limited to 8th grade girls and misunderstood emo boys. 

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I will have to say…thankfully there has been very little in the way of nastiness on this page. I won’t tolerate it and the few times it’s happened, the instigator has been blocked and the offending message deleted. That isn’t the case everywhere. It’s hard to judge the “tone” of a message when it’s written. All it takes is one “rude” comment to unleash a flood of bullying back and forth…and that’s with grown adults!

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It’s a new month. School is back in session. I don’t want to wait for Christmas to have the good feels. Let’s go out today and do kind things for people. If it’s not new to you, great! Keep up the good work! If it’s been a while and you’d like to rectify that situation, go out there and do something nice for someone today. And if someone does something nice for you, pay it forward. 

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We attract to us what we dish out. If we are negative and uncaring, we just get more of the same. If we are kind and loving, there is a better chance of attracting that same kindness and love. If it doesn’t come right away…keep trying. It never hurts to spread good vibes around the world.

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❤️

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“Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”\n

Ephesians 4:32 ESV

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\"Angel “Angel on one hand, devil on the other…trying to have their way with me.”

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Mr. FixIt and I haven’t had a lot of time together this summer. I was gone a lot and, even though he joined me for three weeks in Colorado, we both have been working nonstop at this and that since we got home the first week of August. Here it is September already and I’m already preparing to leave again.

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We miss being together and we both know the importance of devoting time to our relationship. It’s been really nice this weekend because we took three days off for some much needed R&R. When I woke up yesterday, I was tired. My allergies have been giving me fits creating fluid in my ears which sometimes makes me dizzy. I laid in bed for twenty minutes telling myself it was perfectly fine to stay home…we didn’t have to go to church. I mean…it’s just this once, right? We go almost every Sunday when we are home. That deserves a day off to sleep in. I just didn’t feel good. I didn’t feel like going.

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As I let these thoughts run through my mind, I was almost convinced to turn over and go back to sleep when a stern “voice” shook me from my reverie. 

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“When you don’t FEEL like going is exactly when you NEED to go!”

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I quite literally jumped out of bed.

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Ohhhhh….my thinker was what was “sick”. Church is the place it gets healed.

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When I’m thinking I don’t need to go to church is exactly when I need it the most. And yesterday, I am not kidding…church felt like plugging in my jet pack. I got fed the energy and grace and love and lessons I needed and I left there convicted. Convinced the place to feel better is to draw closer to Jesus, not turn over and go back to sleep.

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It’s not enough to go every Sunday and get plugged in, hoping the charge lasts till the following Sunday. That obviously didn’t work last week because I easily could have opted out. My tug of war pitted the proverbial angel on one hand and devil on the other…each trying to pull me to their side. I know I can’t ever go wrong when I choose Jesus.

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The key is to draw closer…constantly. The Bible says we are to “pray without ceasing” (1 Thessalonians 5:17). The way to do that is to turn whatever you are doing into worship. Whether you are singing in the choir or scrubbing toilets, it can be done with a tone of worship and praise. And when we pray, we are to devote ourselves “to prayer, keeping alert in it with an attitude of thanksgiving” (Colossians 4:2)

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Just that boost, and the conviction to keep close, has given me rest and regeneration. I feel so much better and not nearly so overwhelmed by all I need to accomplish in the next two weeks. I came to the farm after church…to my place of meditation…to the home of my heart…and enjoyed a quiet evening while Mr. FixIt bowled. Today, I’ll go back home and get some work done. Perhaps I’ll pressure wash the deck!

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❤️

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“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”\n

Romans 12:2 NIV

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\"Grief “Grief is a process that varies from person to person…but there are some general similarities.”

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The other day I read a Tweet that stopped me in my tracks. A woman said she had cut her two best friends completely out of her life because in the entire year after her niece died, neither one of them bothered to check in with her. Her comment came after someone checked in…a full two years after her tragic loss. He texted her with a very simple message…

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“I’m just checking in to see how you are coping after the death of your niece.”

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Simple. To the point. And, so welcomed it brought her to tears.

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It prompted me to reflect. When was the last time I checked in with my friends who have lost loved ones? I get so wrapped up in my “work”, my “ministry”, with the bereaved, I forget to reach out and connect myself sometimes.

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Last night I spent a good two hours writing quick texts to several of my peeps who had lost someone significant in the last couple of years. I heard back from them and the response was universal…”You have no idea what it means to have someone remember to ask how I’m doing!” “Thank you SO much for checking in…it means so much to me!” “My own kids don’t even want to listen!”

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It’s true…once a “reasonable amount of time” passes, people move on with their lives. And, unless they have been bereaved, they may not understand that you haven’t. I remember how I felt abandoned. Like no one cared anymore. That isn’t true, of course. They just don’t have a point of reference for the depth of your pain and…it would scare the crap out of them if they believed that depth of pain could possible last more than a few months.

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There is no way to compare your own experience with that of another. Your grief is different than my grief. And it doesn’t matter how your person died…your grief is the worst grief ever because it is your own. But truly, I’m here to tell you, there is some grief that I cannot begin to imagine. Like the mother whose son was murdered by terrorists and left to die on the roadside. Or the mother whose daughter was found dead three days after a heroin overdose. Or the wife who returned from the grocery store to find her husband dead on the back porch from a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

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There are so many stories in the work that I do. It breaks my heart into little pieces. And, it makes me think, “If he had to die, at least it wasn’t like that!” I find myself feeling grateful it was “only a heart attack.” I didn’t have to watch him slowly fade away from the ravages of cancer.

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As I talked to my friend whose son was killed a little over a year ago, I thought back over the years since Mr. Virgo died. And, while there isn’t some neat and tidy delineation from year to year, there is some general sense of first, second, third, etc.

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The first year is such a fog. You are numb. You are just trying to get the next thing done, the next paper filed, the next account closed. Closet? Check. Accounts? Check. Cellphone? Check. The first year becomes a blur…a cross between busy and madness.

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The second year can be surprisingly rough…like you are standing in high tide during a storm surge. Your footing shifts like the sand beneath you in the ocean. Each wave hitting you blindly, knocking you beneath the surface. And…you can’t swim. Not even close.

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At some point along the way…you hear it. A little snippet of music. A little bubble of laughter. A little glimmer of color peeking through a stormy sky. And that’s when the tides begin to shift a little. The waves not quite so hard. Or…maybe we’ve become better swimmers.

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For me, the third year gave me a little breathing room. It was a period of exploration and self-discovery. A time of reaching out and stretching beyond my past and stepping a bit more boldly into the future.

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The fourth, and beyond, found me building a boat to carry me over the waves till the next storm comes. 

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I listened intently to my friend sharing her grief. I asked questions. I resisted the urge to share my experiences except to say the occasional “Yes! I get that…I felt that, too!” It was amazingly comforting to me when I found others shared some of the same things I was experiencing. At some point in our conversation, she asked…

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”How is your life?” 

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“I feel bad sharing how wonderful my life is when yours sucks so terribly,” I said.

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“No…don’t ever feel bad about that! Your story gives me hope!”

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And that…in a nutshell…is what keeps me going. It keeps me telling stories…even when you hurt…even when I hurt. Because life keeps going on around us whether our sense of time has stopped or whether death has taken the joy from our hearts. I write about Jesus and faith. I write about grief. I write about pain. I write about love and joy and rocking babies. I write about travel, and camping, and becoming strong. I write about farms and mowing and fried green tomatoes. I write about life and all it’s little bits…both good and bad.

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But mostly…I write about hope.

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❤️

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“You are my refuge and my shield; your word is my source of hope.”\n

Psalms 119:114 NLT

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\"Prayers\" “Thank you so much for all of your prayers. I am so grateful.”

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Since June, there has been one catastrophic event after another befall my friends and family. Cancer, Stillbirth, Mental Heath Crises, Accidents, Illness, Death. One after another after another. I’ve heard it said “Bad things happen in threes.” Try three TIMES three…and then some! 

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I once read the book “When Bad Things Happen to Good People” by Harold Kushner. The author is a Conservative Rabbi and the book addressed the long standing debate: If God is loving and caring, how can so many bad things happen to good people? While the book was written in 1981, I turned to it in 2001 after 9/11.

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I had a difficult time reconciling a loving, omnipresent Deity “allowing” something so heinous to happen to thousands of innocent people. No doubt, people who loved Him, and worshiped Him whose only fault of the day was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

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I must admit, I was not yet a Christian on 9/11. It would be another three years before I took that leap of faith and surrendered to a God so much bigger than me. I was full of righteous anger that a “loving God” would allow this to happen. I could not wrap my head around it. I went to a psychiatrist and asked him for guidance. I was given a version of “these things happen”. Then I went to a Rabbi and asked him, “Where was God today???”

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“He was there,” he said. “He was under the desks with the mothers as they called frantically to tell their loved ones goodbye. He was in the stairwells with the brave men who were helping the injured trying to escape the chaos. He was with the First Responders as they rushed into the flaming buildings, knowing full well they may not come back out alive. And many did not.

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He was on the planes with the terrified passengers and crew members. He held steady those that made a mad rush on the terrorists over Pennsylvania. He was with the unsuspecting workers in the Pentagon and the Towers. God was everywhere, crying out in anguish as life after life was snuffed out.

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God does not punish us with cruelty. He does not take pleasure in our pain. But what He DOES do is turn those terrifying moments into opportunities to lean into Him. To call out for Him. To have faith that, even in the darkest moments, He never forsakes us.

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And that brings me to the events that have cast a shadow over my circle of friends and family…those I hold most dear and those whom I only know through others. We ask ourselves why these things happen, one on top of the other and the only answer there could be is…this is the nature of life. 

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As Stephen Colbert so eloquently stated on the subject of grief and the loss of his father and two brothers in a plane crash when he was ten: about learning to “love the thing that I most wish had not happened.” He went on to say: “It’s a gift to exist and with existence comes suffering. There’s no escaping that. What do you get from loss? You get awareness of other people’s loss, which allows you to connect with that other person, which allows you to love more deeply and to understand what it’s like to be a human being if it’s true that all humans suffer.”

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I hate that my loved ones and friends are suffering. I wish I could take that pain away from them. But, if by doing so, I would rob them of the awareness of other people’s loss and subsequent connection with them, then I am denying them their humanness…their connectedness. I would rob them of the opportunity to love more deeply and to truly understand what it’s like to be human. 

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What I CAN do for them is to be there for them, to hold a sacred, safe space for them to come to and grieve. And I can encourage them to seek a closer relationship with their higher power, which for me personally is God.

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Our pastor said something the other day that struck me. I’m paraphrasing, but it went something like this: When disaster strikes you and you wail in your grief, this is normal. But lean in very close and put your ear to God’s lips and listen. 

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He is closest to the brokenhearted.

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❤️

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“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.”\n

Psalms 34:18 NLT

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\"Hamster “When your internet is powered by hamsters, you need to find alternatives.”

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Internet service is spotty when you live in the boonies. So is cell phone service. And, if you live WAY out in the boonies, the only way you can even USE a cellphone is if it is a iPhone and connected to the wonky country internet. It’s a Catch 22. 

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I finally bought an internet “booster”. It doesn’t make your internet any faster or less fluctuating, but it does allow what crappy internet service you DO have to reach down the hall to the bedroom. I’m been known to talk like a sailor when I’m trying to meet a deadline working from home. 

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The other night, Mr. FixIt was reading in bed beside me when he turned and looked at me over his glasses.

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“What on earth are you doing?”

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“I’m sending a picture!” I was holding my cellphone high over my head and waving it back and forth…willing the little waves to work faster or whatever they do in the ether sphere.

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“You look lovely, though.”

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“Thanks a lot, buddy!” I smiled over at him as he shook his head and went back to his article. 

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I got an e-mail over the weekend to send pictures from several Girl Camper gatherings to headquarters. I carefully went through all the pictures, divided them up over four e-mails, and sent them on. The next morning there were four notices that none of the e-mails went through. These were crucial so I went to town yesterday and sat at the library and e-mailed the photos, five per e-mail. It still took three hours but I got them done.

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For the most part, there are so many advantages to living in the country. The peace and quiet, the surrounding nature, the beautiful night sounds and all the stars. But, 95% of my work needs good internet. I had to go to town anyway yesterday. Next time, I’ll try our little local library and see if their internet is any better than ours.

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Speaking of living in the country, I went out to the farm on Sunday and was pleased to see the wild grape vines I cut in half died. The house is no longer being threatened to be overgrown and swallowed by the surrounding flora. The fellow down the road who is mowing for me is doing a wonderful job. The lawn looks like a well-trimmed golf course. 

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This is the great time of year when the grass growth slows down tremendously and we don’t have to mow twice a week. The trees are beginning to show twinges of color and the leaves are fading to a dull army green. The temperature the last few nights was in the 50’s which makes for great sleeping weather. I’m gathering what I will need to carry with me in the new camper on the big trip coming up. Just a little over two weeks till I leave for the Hershey RV Show!

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❤️

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“Whatever is good and perfect is a gift coming down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow.”\n

James 1:17 NLT

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\"Dragonfly\" “The dragonflies are prolific this year!”

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I love dragonflies. They serve a good purpose by eating mosquitos and other flying insects and they don’t bite humans! I am charmed by them. They will light on your finger or your shoulder. They hover around you as if to keep you company or to satisfy their curiosity. The other day I was leaving the doctor’s office and one flew alongside my window for at least a quarter mile. They make me smile.

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Mr. FixIt and I were out cleaning the pool on Saturday and there was a dragonfly floating dead in the water. We both remarked how many more dragonflies there are the last couple of years. I did some research and found it’s because of all the rain we’ve been getting. With more rain comes more mosquitoes and consequently, the predators are in hot pursuit.

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Somehow, I missed a big spot when I was mowing Saturday so I went out after church yesterday to finish up. I sat at the edge of the field in awe at the number of dragonflies hovering around me. From the website, Dragonfly Transitions, comes this: “In almost every part of the world, the Dragonfly symbolizes change, transformation, adaptability, and self-realization. The change that is often referred to has its source in mental and emotional maturity and understanding the deeper meaning of life.”

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Change. Transformation. Adaptability. Self-Realization. If that doesn’t describe my life, I don’t know what does. This year has been, and continues to be one of remarkable opportunities…for travel, for growth, for learning…for becoming MORE. I love this, because the moment we stop growing, we die. Maybe not literally…but figuratively. A stagnant life is a fate worse than death for me.

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I’ve said several times in the last week that I’ve been thinking a lot of my mom. I’ve been really missing her…more so than usual. As I was working with my calendar last night, I noticed today’s date. August 26th. My mom’s birthday. She’s been gone fifteen years now. She would have been 93 today. She died six weeks before her first great grandchild was born. As I sat rocking my second great grandchild in church yesterday, I thought of my mom and how much she loved children. She worked in the YWCA Daycare program and was the resident Grandma to hundreds of little ones. You couldn’t see her at work without some little person sitting on her lap at her desk.

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I was thinking it would be great to relate Mom to the appearance of the dragonflies…for the purposes of this essay, at least. But, I have no idea if she loved dragonflies. She probably did. I do know she loved the color purple…and roses, books, peaches, piccalilli, tchotchkes, helping people, and genealogy. She loved her grandchildren. And she was totally devoted to my brother who has cerebral palsy.

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No…we have dragonflies because it’s been a rainy year. And, I miss my mom so much because today’s her birthday. Two unrelated events, but yet both are symbolic of transformation and adaptability. 

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Here’s to Wanda Belle…an amazing and humble woman. Everyone who knew her, loved her and misses her. Happy Heavenly Birthday, Mama!

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❤️

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“So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again; then you will rejoice, and no one can rob you of that joy.”\n

John 16:22 NLT

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\"Pear “Mr. FixIt says our pear trees have never produced…he thought they were ornamental. This year, they’re loaded!”

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The other day I had to have a fasting blood draw for some tests. When I came out of the lab, I was humming a praise song as I walked through the lobby. “Your promise still stands…great is your faithfulness, your faithfulness.” 

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The woman in front of me turned around and gave me a huge smile and said, “You must be really happy! I’m a singer, too. I’m always walking around singing.”

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I smiled back. “Well, Jesus is always with me and we love to sing together.” 

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She stopped and looked at me and said, “That’s a really good thing. I like that!”

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Yesterday was a busy day. We had our class picnic in the afternoon. Then, Mr. FixIt went to help someone with a move and I went home and mowed five acres. Then I cleaned the pool. When I mow the lawn, I use a pair of ear protectors that have Bluetooth speakers in them so I can listen to the music on my phone. I crank up my worship music and once in a while I have to laugh when I catch myself driving with one hand and praising with the other!

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Mr. FixIt came home when I was just finishing cleaning the pool. He was kind enough to deal with back flushing the pump for me so I didn’t have to keep getting out of the pool to do it. There is a decided turn in the temperatures that have put the unmistakable tinge of fall in the air. Mr. FixIt said the temp was 54 yesterday morning and very foggy when he left to work on the porch he’s building with a friend. 

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And today is church day…my favorite day of every single week! See you this evening for Sunday Evening Prayer Circle!

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❤️

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“Yet we hear that some of you are living idle lives, refusing to work and meddling in other people’s business. We command such people and urge them in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ to settle down and work to earn their own living. As for the rest of you, dear brothers and sisters, never get tired of doing good.”\n

2 Thessalonians 3:11-13 NLT

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\"1960’s “A trip down memory lane takes me to the neighborhood grocery store.”

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Do you remember when women dressed up to go to the grocery store? I ran across this picture on Facebook last night when I was searching for something else and it just brought back such a flood of memories. I love looking at all the details. Diet Pepsi was a thing…even in the mid ‘60s. Some of us were debating whether this was a staged photo-op because of the total on the cash register.

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Look at the uniforms the store clerks wore! The “K” on the lapels was for Kroger. Their stores operate under a lot of brands now…King Soopers, City Market, Smiths, among others. And the manager of any store, grocery or otherwise, wouldn’t be caught dead without his short sleeved white shirt and tie. 

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Notice the machine on top of the cash register. Do you remember what that was? It was the stamp dispenser. I believe the stamps dispensed at Kroger’s were Value Stamps. They were yellow. Other stores had Green Stamps and Plaid Stamps. I remember my first stuffed toy was a donkey I named Pedro. He was stuffed with excelsior…or wood wool. It was made from wood shavings that were about the size of spaghetti. My first roller skates were from the Plaid Stamp store. And, we got a lot of things with Green Stamps…dishes, a laundry hamper, my trash can with the pink poodle on it.

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My first boyfriend, who later became Hubby #1, worked at the Kroger Store in the Park Shopping Center. That was back in the days before malls. The shopping center stole a lot of business from the stores downtown and when the mall opened, it was pretty much the death of the downtown shops. 

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I remember stopping at the grocery store and watching the stockers use a pricing stamp and put the price in ink on the top of the cans. click, click, click, click, click. They’d stamp a case at a time. Then the checker had to hand enter each price into the cash register. I remember the first time I saw a guy working at the checkout stand. He might as well have been a zebra, he looked that out of place. 

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My very first job was at Kresge’s as a clerk, stocking and working the cash register. I never worked in a grocery store. I did stock shelves for a short time at the PX at Lowry Air Force Base in Denver when we first moved there till I could find a job in radiology. Ahhhh, I look back at my humble beginnings. 

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I’m at an age now where there’s a whole lot less time in front of me than there is behind me and I wax nostalgic when I see pictures like this. Maybe not so much for the jobs I had in my teens, but more for my mom. I see her in her dress and heels, coming from the office where she worked. Driving us in that big boat of a car and stopping at the store for a few groceries. Her hair carefully coiffed at the beauty college every Saturday. Sitting demurely while the young man in the skinny tie pumped her gas and washed her windshield and checked her oil. I remember her soft skin and her wet kisses, her cool hands on my fevered brow. I remember her sitting by my bedside when I had the mumps and read to me…until she too came down with them and Grandma had to come take care of us AND her.

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I’ve missed my mom a lot lately. I opened YouTube the other night and on the landing page where there were a dozen or so suggested videos, there was a woman getting her snowy white hair cut short and I swear…she looked so much like my mom it made my eyes sting. I showed it to my friends that knew her and they agreed. My mom’s boss is still living and even she said it was remarkable how much the woman resembled my mom. 

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It’s not that I “long for the good old days”. I just miss my mom. 

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Grief…even for those lost so long ago…still comes in a wave. Not a tsunami anymore…but sometimes it’s big enough to rock my footing. There’s so much I’d love to show her. I think she would have really loved camping in a trailer or a motor home. Sometimes I just take her on a trip in my mind and I imagine all the places we’d go and things we’d see. She wasn’t well traveled, although she did come to England when Daughter #1 was born and she came to Colorado several times. She went to the beach once with my BFF in her little convertible. 

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Speaking of nostalgia, my high school class picnic is today. I saw on FB the Class of ‘69 had their 50th Reunion this weekend. That means only two years to ours. Where did the time go? I remember when my aunt and uncle went to their 50th and I thought they were so OLD. They were only 15 years or so older than me! Funny…the perspective from the other end was so long and from this end it’s so short. 

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We’ve finally had a break in the weather and it’s much cooler. The high was only 74 yesterday. It should be about the same today. I hope you enjoy your weekend!

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❤️

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“Don’t long for “the good old days.” This is not wise.”\n

Ecclesiastes 7:10 NLT

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\"New “New tires for the truck! Getting ready for the next Grand Adventure!”

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I’ve been putting off getting new tires for my truck, but with a five month epic camping trip coming up, I couldn’t wait any longer. Mr. FixIt scoured the internet and found a good set of Michelin tires through Walmart. You pretty much have to order tires and wait for them anymore. Not that many places carry a big inventory.

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We went out for supper after I finished with the tire ordeal (three and a half hours for a predicted one and a half hour wait). When we came out of the restaurant, we decided to take my truck for a spin on the interstate so we could feel and make sure the tires were balanced correctly. And…we had to go to Sam’s.

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One of my readers sent a message asking me which exact mattress we purchased (a Queen Size Sealy “Mattress-to-Go” 12” Luxury Memory Foam Mattress) so I went on the Sam’s app to copy the link. And what did I find? The same mattress we paid $499 for, and was delivered to the house the day before, was now $100 cheaper! We discussed it over dinner and decided to go back to Sam’s and complain.

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The little gal at the customer service desk was so sweet, but she couldn’t really help us because we ordered the mattress via the .com route and their numbers/system is different than the club’s. She gave me the phone number for the .com people and after being on hold for-ev-er, I was connected to the “Sealy People”. I explained to Gina, the very helpful agent, that I probably wouldn’t say a thing if the mattress was $20 cheaper the next day, but $100 is a little bit hard to swallow. 

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You know what she did? She said, “I can totally understand. Let me fix that.” I heard the tap-tap-tap of a keyboard in the background. “There! I credited your account the $100. Well, $100 plus tax. Is there anything else I can do for you today?”

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Are you kidding? It was that easy! I said, “No. But I have to tell you…you made my day!” Kudos to Gina in Customer Service at Sam’s Club. She rocks!

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When we went back out to the truck, I saw something on my front tire. I went in for a close look and there were little areas that looked like the tread was separating from the tire. Neither Mr. FixIt nor I have ever seen something like that, so now I have to take the truck back in this morning and have the tire folks at Walmart have a peek at the tires. It’s always something, isn’t it?

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This afternoon I have an appointment at the Ford dealer to have them go over the truck and make sure there’s nothing lurking in the background that needs fixed. I have to give my Ford dealer kudos, as well. They never try to push something unnecessary on me. As a matter of fact, when I had them do this last year, they didn’t even charge me. I love those guys!

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I’m getting all my ducks in a row so when I head out on the next Grand Adventure, I’ll be confident and secure in my towing equipment. When women travel alone, they should do all their homework ahead of time so there isn’t a crazy rush at the end. I’ve learned this from entirely too much experience, I’m afraid. This is getting exciting! 

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❤️

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“The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and pay the penalty.”\n

Proverbs 22:3 NIV

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\"\" “It’s amazing how a queen size mattress fits in there.”

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I’m missing my camper. I still have Big TOW-Wanda, but she’s not equipped to camp in right now. I removed her shades as soon as I bought her and they were stored at the farm. At the beginning of summer, I was seriously considering selling her because I had the little camper. I brought the shade back from the farm and they are on the floor, the bed isn’t made, and it’s too hot to sleep out there unless the AC is running. Every time I try to turn on the AC with the camper connected to the house, it trips the circuit. Now that Little TOW-Wanda is gone, I’m having second thoughts about selling the big camper. It would be really nice to have a seasonal site on the river and she would be perfect for that.  

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So, we have been sleeping in the house. We got really spoiled by the memory foam mattress in the little camper. It’s honestly the best sleep we’ve both had because we toss and turn a lot at night. The old mattress we have in the house shakes like crazy every time one of us rolls over. Not so with memory foam. You could drop a bowling ball on one side and not wake the other person. We managed to salvage the mattress out of the little camper before I sold it in Colorado, but we couldn’t figure out a way to get it and everything else home. We decided to give it to Ben & Sue and put it in their guest bedroom.

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We finally decided to give in and buy a mattress just like the one in the little camper. We had to do some sleuthing, but we finally found the same mattress by Serta for sale at Sam’s Club. After several trips to our local Sam’s, we never found the queen size in stock so we ordered it online and it arrived yesterday.

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I don’t know if you have ever seen how these mattresses are shipped or not. They come vacuum packed and rolled up tightly, wrapped in heavy plastic, and shipped in a box. And, they are heavy! I managed to get the old mattress off the bed and when Mr. FixIt got home, we unpacked the new mattress and placed it on the box springs. We unwrapped it, unrolled it, and took the protective vacuum bag off. Like magic it went from a compressed three inch thick mat to a perfect twelve inch thick mattress in a matter of minutes! It was astonishing!

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Now that we have a memory foam mattress inside, will we ever sleep outside in the field in a camper again? Oh, you can bet your boots we will. We’ll just have to wait till it gets cooler. And, it won’t be too long till we can pick up the new camper at the RV show and it will be a moot point anyway. Lots of camping adventures are in the works. I’ve started making and strategizing! In the meantime, I am determined to sleep like a baby on this wonderful new mattress!

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❤️

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“Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping.”\n

Matthew 8:24 NIV

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\"Compassion “Here’s to the compassionate people!”

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I’ve been on a JOY kick all year. Ok. I get it. I just got married in October and I’m full of the feels. But yesterday, I got a reminder that sometimes…no matter how much you WANT to…joy eludes you for an indeterminate amount of time.

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I belong to a few widow’s support groups on Facebook. I have cockily thought to myself from time to time that I certainly don’t NEED a widow’s support group anymore. That is, until I DO. Then I am ever so grateful for those who share and lift each other up, no matter where they land on the grief/time continuum.

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There have been times when I read about the desperate sadness we as the bereaved quite normally go through and my heart breaks for them. I think of all the times I didn’t think I could go on. I think of all the wonderful people who supported and loved me through the most horrific event I have experienced up to this moment in time. There were people I didn’t even know…you readers…who lifted me and helped me move forward, even as I tried to lift others. 

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But yesterday there was a post that garnered a good deal of pushback and it gave me pause. Basically, this person was saying…just choose joy. That’s a gross simplification, but that was the bottom line. Just choose joy. It made me think about my cheerleading and jumping on the JOY TRAIN and how it may seem dismissive of those who are still in the active throes of grief. 

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It’s damned hard to find joy when the person who was so much your SOURCE of joy is no longer here. I know this in the core of my being. When I was in my darkest dark place in grief, I truly felt I would never find a glimmer of happiness in this lifetime again…let alone JOY. And yes…you DO have to make a lot of choices in this new normal. One of them is choosing to keep living. Choosing to keep trying. Choosing to keep moving forward no matter HOW hard it is or lonely or heart breaking. 

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We choose to do this for others….our kids, our parents, our friends…even our person who “would want me to live my life”. Eventually, it is my fervent HOPE that we choose to do this for ourselves. 

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I have been guilty of using the word “choose” a little too blithely, I’m afraid. And if I have, and it has caused you pain, may I offer my humblest apologies. It is not easy to choose when you are in overwhelming pain. It’s not that I forgot this…but maybe I push it a bit too far out of reach to mentor as effectively as I would like to. 

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I want you to have hope. I want you to find joy. I want you to experience good things in your life again. I know it CAN happen…I’m proof. It just needs to happen in its own time. And when you DO experience what passes as joy, it may not look the same as someone else’s and that’s ok. I just wanted you to know…I haven’t forgotten those of you whose hearts are so incredibly crushed. I will strive to always hold a sacred space for you here.

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❤️

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“My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life.”\n

Psalm 119:50 NIV

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\"Old “Clockwise from Top Right: Phone Booth, Fireweed, Joe Pye Weed, Naked Ladies (Belladona Lily)

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Mr. FixIt took the day off yesterday. I had to run a couple of errands, but I was back home by noon. The temperature was already well into the 90’s by then and I actually had the thought…”Ok, I’m done. I’m ready for FALL!” Cool, crisp days with a warm sweater, sipping a mug of cider while gazing at the changing of the leaves suddenly sounds very appealing to me. And this from a woman who hates fall because winter is right behind it. Not this year…I’m ready for this sweltering heat wave to break.

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We never did put the window air conditioner in the family room this summer. Mostly because we were gone a lot. And also, it didn’t get all that hot till we were ready to leave on our big trip out west. At this point, I told Mr. FixIt we should just skip that particular ordeal this year altogether. It is quite a chore getting that huge air conditioner into the window and before we know it, we won’t need it anyway. That being said, we were both tired of the heat by 5:00 so he asked me if I wanted to go for a drive with him. 

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We love going for drives in the countryside. West Virginia has the best roads for drives and there’s always something interesting around the next bend. We kept remarking how overgrown everything is from all the rain this summer. Old abandoned houses are all but swallowed up by vines that threaten to take them by force into the woods. The Joe Pye Weed covers the roadsides with its smoky pink blossoms. Naked Ladies (Belladona Lilies) poke their heads up in the corners of rural lawns. Dark pink Fireweed mingles with Goldenrod, Queen Anne’s Lace, and Black-eyed Susans. They all look like weeds, but they are West Virginia’s cacophony of late summer wildflowers.

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We had no idea where we would end up. We drove past the greenhouses in Palestine and saw they are filled with baskets of mums that will bloom in October. We drove past the place where they used to produce railroad ties. Mr. FixIt said the trucks traveled by night because their loads were always way over the weight limit. He said you could tell it was the railroad ties because the heavy night air smelled of creosote long after they’d passed.

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We finally pulled into Spencer, West Virginia…an old town built on the backs of the oil, gas, and timber industries. There are some beautiful old houses there. At one time, the State Psychiatric Hospital was located there and if you weren’t good growing up, “you’ll get hauled off to Spencer” was fair warning to shape up. Now it’s just like any other tired, old town in the Mountain State…bored adolescent boys yelling from passing cars, bored adolescent girls giggling in the booth at Wendy’s over a series of texts and photos they were sharing. An old man climbed into a car with barely enough room for him to sit in the driver’s seat. The rest of the car was filled wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling with trash. Literal trash. He opened the door to the back seat and carefully placed his half-full cup of soda on top of the pile, closed the door, and got in to drive off to who knows where.

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The Wendy’s was impeccably clean inside so we stopped for a bite to eat before we drove on to Ripley, then past Ravenswood to Mineral Wells and on home. Mr. Fixit said it would be dark by the time we got home and he was right. I love these kind of evenings with him…away from the television, going for a drive, holding hands and laughing and telling stories. It occurred to me, one of the very best things about our relationship is…even though we’ve only been together since late 2016, we have so many memories in common. We were best friends in high school. While he lived all but a few years of his life within a 20 mile radius of where we were born, I lived two years in England and forty years in Colorado. But, I still came home for a visit every year so I had my finger on the pulse of my hometown. We lived our lives in a parallel trajectory for sixty-some years before our paths crossed for good. We have much of the same history and memories.

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As the sun was beginning to make it’s last glorious descent over the beautiful Ohio River, I saw this phone booth standing alone near the Wendy’s parking lot. I turned to Mr FixIt and smiled.

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“Do you remember when…..?”

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❤️

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“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”\n

Luke 2:19 NIV

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\"Pink “Pink roses and strawberries…and bowling season. Somebody loves me!”

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Mr. FixIt is an avid bowler. He’s been on two bowling leagues for the last thirty-five years and he enjoys it immensely. He has friends there. He has ample opportunity to talk. It’s his guy time. And, I enjoy having a couple of evenings a week to do whatever I want to do as well. Honestly, I fell asleep late in the afternoon and didn’t hear him leave. When I woke up, I caught up with my Sunday evening phone calls and chats so it was a relaxing evening.

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When he arrived home, he went into the kitchen to fix something to eat and we were trying to carry on a conversation while I was in the family room. He called out, “You know…I could hear you better if you were in here with me.” Of course! Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what we’re doing, we forget the basic manners and niceties we should offer those we love most.

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I walked into the kitchen and there on the counter was a dozen pink roses and two cartons of fresh strawberries! I am always thunderstruck when he surprises me with these lovely unexpected gifts of love. 

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I looked at him and smiled. “What’s this?”

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“It’s been a little while since I brought you flowers. It was time.” He smiled back.

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What goodness this is…this life that is sweeter than any red strawberry…softer than any pink rosebud. This is a blessing. This is God’s gift to me. This man who lifts me up and celebrates who I am. Who cheers me on and encourages me to explore and be everything I can be. This man who holds my hand in church and prays alongside me. Who holds me and comforts me when I am sick or sad. I only pray I give him this same love back every day of my life.

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There was so much sadness in my life after Mr. Virgo died. I swore I would never fall in love…never remarry…because the thought of going through that again was too much to bear. Then color came back into my life. And I could hear music and I could breathe and somehow I knew I could love again. I don’t know how long we have together…but it’s bowling season and I have strawberries and pink roses and my life is good.

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❤️

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“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”\n

Matthew 5:4 NIV

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\"Woodstock\" “The Ubiquitous Photo from Woodstock”

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Fifty years ago this weekend, a gazillion people descended on Mr. Yasgur’s New York farm just five hundred miles from where I grew up. What started out as a ticketed music event soon devolved into chaos as tens of thousands of unticketed hippies made their way into the tiny village of Bethel. The festival had already suffered a last minute change of venue and was seriously short on cash, but there came a point where Woodstock took on a life of its own.

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Fifty years have passed. I didn’t go, of course. I was only sixteen and actually didn’t even hear about it till it was on the news. Not that I would have done something so brazen as to defy my parents because I know they never would have allowed me to go. I never even skipped a class in school, let alone run off to a hippy concert five hundred miles away. Still, I marveled at the mass of humanity. And, I liked the music. 

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It was such a crazy summer…the Summer of ‘69. The Summer of Love. That’s what we called it. But the older generations thought we young people were out of our minds. Sex, drugs, and Rock & Roll. And now look where we are. I saw a meme today. A grandpa was saying he fought in WWII and built his house with his own two hands. His great grandson said, “Sometimes I put a meme on Facebook and it gets a lot of likes.” That is so sad…and unfortunately, all too true.

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We didn’t have the internet in 1969. We didn’t have the news on 24/7/365. We didn’t have violent video games. We didn’t have as many latch key kids and no iPad kids or YouTube kids. Dr. Spock was just beginning to tell us how to raise our kids and to never swat their butts or we would bruise their fragile self-esteems. I’ll tell you what, if I sassed back to my parents, they bruised my “self-esteem” with whatever was handy. I did the same with my kids. Nowadays, you can have your kids taken away for that. And they know it.

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I remember Daughter #1 saying she was going to call Child Protective Services because I wouldn’t let her go to a party. I smiled and recited the number to her. Then I took her car keys. It’s hard to parent now. Having the grandkids over this week with their own little ones made me compare how easy I had it compared to what they are facing. And I didn’t have it all that easy. 

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After my first divorce, I was a single mom in Denver. My family lived in West Virginia. I didn’t have anyone I could leave the baby with while I went to work. I had to find child care…and pray they wouldn’t hurt my daughter. I lived in HUD housing, on food stamps and WIC. I drove a beat up old Pontiac that I paid some Iranians $200 for. The hood and the trunk were wired closed with coat hangers. All four sides were dented in. I prayed every day I could get to work so I could take care of us. I didn’t have a smart phone and five sets of grandparents to step in when I was overwhelmed.

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God knows, I made plenty of mistakes in those early years. It’s a wonder we made it through. The music of 1969 was five years old before my daughter was born. I look back now in awe. I knew I’d be “old” someday. I just thought it would take longer. Oh, sixty-six isn’t OLD, exactly. I sure feel the difference, just in the last couple of years. Mr. FixIt and I work very hard and it’s taking it’s toll. I hurt in places that never hurt before. It takes me a bit to get moving. But, like my husband says…you’ve got to keep moving or you’ll stop.

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Fifty years since Woodstock…and there’s a real part of me that genuinely feels a little past my prime. However, I’m about to take a brand new camper wherever I want for five months and write about it! Isn’t that just about the coolest thing? I wouldn’t take who I was in 1969 back for anything! 

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“Let the sun shine…let the sun shine in…the sun…shine in!”

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❤️

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“I think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this body,”\n

2 Peter 1:13 NIV

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\"Sleeping “There’s nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby!”

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I have to tell ya…I’m fried. There’s a reason God gives babies to young people. We do not normally babysit for the great grandkids. Our life keeps us moving around a lot and we love to visit with them and play with them and send them home with their mamas. Nothing wrong with that. But our services  were really needed yesterday, so we had an extra busy two-year-old with us for fourteen hours. 

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We also have our grandson and his girlfriend and the new baby with us for a couple of days. He is helping his grandpa with a bunch of work around the Ponderosa. Just like I was telling you about the farm yesterday, all this rain has created a jungle out there and the saplings that weren’t such a big deal last year, are towering trees this summer. Combine that with all the vines that have gone crazy and you couldn’t even see between the building out back and the fence six feet away. The grandson is a hard worker, I’ll tell you that.

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While the babies were being babied, Nana smoked two big pork butts and four full racks of ribs. I’ve decided whenever I fire up the smoker, I’ve packing it as full as I can while still getting good air flow for the smoke. Because this thing is a pain in the rear to clean. I also processed all that meat when it was done, served dinner three times as people came and went, and then went out and cleaned the pool. It was a busy day that didn’t end till midnight!

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The neighbor across the road from the farm gave me a grocery sack of fresh vegetables as I left and the sweet corn was SO delicious. I love the tastes of summer! Last night the air was nice and cool and we slept with the windows wide open. It was wonderful! I love this time of year when the nights are cool.

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❤️

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“I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God's gift to man.”\n

Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 ESV

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\"Country “The Farm. Clockwise from top left: Drying the laundry on the front porch is a country thing, Elderberries, A Rose of Sharon appeared from nowhere, Life is Simple, An Appalachian Pour Over, Blue granite pan used for dipping water out of the rain barrel.

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Living in the country, you see many examples of metamorphosis. Where there once was a hairy caterpillar, there becomes a moth. Where there once was a striped green worm with a spiky tail, noshing on a milkweed leaf, there becomes a monarch butterfly. Where there once was a grub with legs, crawling up a tree and developing a hard shell, it soon splits and a locust emerges to call in the autumn season…signaling it’s time for school to start.

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Just as there is a time for everything in its season, so it is with grief. I was thinking about this yesterday while I was trimming back the wild grape vines threatening to overtake the farm. When this blog began, I was fresh in my grief. I promised you then I would be honest and speak to you from my heart about exactly what it was like…at least for me…to go through the loss of my husband. There were times when it was so painfully ugly that it had to be difficult to read. Yet, so many of you have been here from the very beginning. 

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This blog goes through a metamorphosis every time something changes in my life. What started out as a method of pouring out my pain, morphed into learning how to navigate that. It changed and grew just as I changed and grew. It’s not just a grief blog, although there are hundreds of posts in the archives about grief. There was a time, when my grief had subsided to a nagging undercurrent, when I thought maybe I should just quit and make it all about grief. Just leave it there. But I couldn’t stop writing. 

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Writing became a part of me…as much a part of me as my hands and feet, my heart and lungs. So I decided to take you with me when I traveled, when I stepped into the dating arena, when I got married. I thought…ok, maybe I’m done now. Maybe I’ll just stop here. But, I kept living…and each new day brought a new experience, a new insight, and new lesson. And it became my devotional. 

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In a good cake recipe, bland ingredients like flour get mixed with sweet ingredients like sugar and butter. If baked with nothing else added, you wouldn’t have cake…you’d have some hard, flat, dry cardboard. But add eggs and leavening….take your time….and mix it well….and it rises high and beautiful. My life…my stories…my experiences are the flour and sugar. The scripture at the bottom of each post…illustrating my thinking in that particular moment…that’s the leavening. The eggs. The ingredient that makes the finished product perfect.

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I know it’s not a grief blog so much anymore, even though I touch on the topic from time to time. That’s the nature of metamorphosis. Things are always changing…even grief. The numbing pain of the first year, the sharp pain of the second year, the personal growth of my third year, the stretching of my wings in the fourth, the explorations of the fifth, and finally…being remarried in the sixth…my grief has gone through its own metamorphosis and has settled into an undercurrent. A background noise that I have become accustomed to, yet it’s still very much there. 

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❤️

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“And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit.”\n

2 Corinthians 3:18 ESV

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\"Green “The farm is the home of my heart…but it’s aging rapidly.”

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Mr. FixIt and I have been back from Colorado for a week now. We talked over the weekend and decided to go to the farm for a couple of days because I haven’t been there since the third week of June. I really miss the farm when I’m away and can’t get there. Then, Monday morning came and there was so much to get done at the Ponderosa. Still…the farm…

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I decided to bring the dirty laundry and come to the farm on my own for a couple of days. Mr. FixIt is capable of taking care of himself and, while he misses me…he understands my need to be at the farm sometimes. He’s a good guy.

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There was a hard rain come through yesterday. I sat on the front porch and watched and it was soon over. The sun came out and the green dazzled my eyes. Everything was so clean and fresh. I sat for the longest time and just scoured the hillside and surrounding area…looking for differences.

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The power line coming to the transformer on the pole in front of the house is noticeably drooping down low over the road. A tall vehicle could easily catch that. I’ll have to report it today. Also, the big pine tree on the bank seems to be leaning further out there over the driveway. I pulled up older pictures from the same vantage point to verify both the line and the tree. Something’s going to have to be done with that, too.

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I noticed Monday afternoon, there’s a wild grape vine on the power line between the house and the cinderblock building. None of that was there before I left for Colorado. This monsoon summer has created an overgrowth the likes of which I have never seen here. It’s like a tropical rain forest.

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When I did a walkabout yesterday, I noticed another tree on the hillside across the creek from the house that has split in half. But it appears the uphill half is actually falling up the hill. That has always been the main concern here. This little holler is so narrow, and the ground is shale and very soft. It wouldn’t take much to bring trees down on this house.

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Maybe the earth is taking her back. Maybe it’s the natural progression of old farm houses. I do know, to bring this place back to life and prosperity would take far more money than it’s worth. And, a ton…an absolute TON of work. We’re not OLD…but we are 66 and 67. The other day, I told Mr. FixIt…if we were just 30 years younger, we could do so much with this place.

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I think what I have to do is start saying goodbye to the old home place…in earnest. I know there will come a time when it isn’t safe to stay here without cutting down a bunch of trees…without upgrading the electricity…without shoring up the beams in the basement and the attic. My time here is getting shorter…I can feel it. I’m working on girding my heart in preparation.

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It’s like the old man who can tell it’s going to rain by the pain in his knee. The only difference is…this pain is in my heart.

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❤️

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“\"Is it a time for you yourselves to dwell in your paneled houses, while this house lies in ruins?”\n

Haggai 1:4 ESV

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\"Snow-cone “The moment I saw this, I knew it was the answer to my dream!”

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I was probably about ten years old when I got my first (and only) childhood bike for Christmas. I remember lusting after the sleek English racers I saw some of the bigger kids riding. Oooooo, the idea of all those gears and the trendy dropped handlebars and the hand brakes…I could just picture myself tooling around the world, peddling that bike, looking ever so sporty and sophisticated. I had a vivid imagination!

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Christmas morning came. I jumped up out of bed in my worn and tattered flannel jammies, and ran to the living room. There, leaning on its kickstand in the middle of the living room, was a brand new shiny blue bicycle! It wasn’t an English racer. It didn’t have any bells and whistles. It was a heavy, single speed monstrosity from Sears with the label “J. C. Higgins”. It was a sturdy, reliable bike and it didn’t take me long to figure out Mom couldn’t afford that trendy bicycle. I was darned lucky to have this one and not some hand-me-down from one of my cousins.

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I used to ride that bike all over the neighborhood. The following summer was the first time Mom let us stay home unsupervised. I played outside from first thing in the morning till I needed to be in to start supper before my folks got home from work. I remember having this intense fantasy of riding my bicycle to Canada. I envisioned panniers on the back…before I even knew what panniers were. I pictured what I would pack in there. I had read The Boxcar Children a dozen times so I knew just what I would need to survive on my own.

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In my ten-year-old brain, I had it all figured out. I would need money to survive so I would need to either get a job or sell something. The Christmas Wishbook from Sears arrived that fall and I ran to my room with it to figure out how I was going to raise funds for this epic adventure. And there it was! A snow-cone maker!!! My friends and I LOVED snow-cones! I figured if I had one of these babies, I could set up a stand out in front of the house and blow all those Lemonade Stands out of the water. I mean…who could resist a great snow-cone on a hot summer day, right???

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I look back at my youthful exuberance and my little girl naïveté and smile. I was sure I would sell a gazillion snow-cones from this cute little plastic gizmo. Just as sure as I would ride my bike to Canada. Well, I never rode my bike to Canada. I didn’t get the snow-cone maker. But I’ve been on lots of adventures. And, I’ve done things I never thought I could do. And now…I’m going to get to have another GRAND adventure and they’re handing me the camper to do it in!

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Believe me…I know how blessed I am to get this opportunity. Between now and the middle of September when I pick it up, I need to plan out an epic road trip. I’m thinking it would be really awesome to combine this with several Meet & Greets and get a chance to meet you wonderful “Ranchers” along the way! I’m just in the formulating stage but I’m thinking this could turn out to be….

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Ginny McKinney’s R-Pod-196 Adventure!

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Stay tuned to Marshmallow Ranch for details as plans fall into place!!!

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❤️

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“For nothing will be impossible with God.\"”\n

Luke 1:37 ESV

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\"Adventure\" “Where will my next adventure take me???”

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I’ve been hinting at an adventure coming up for me this fall and now I can tell you a little more about it. The manufacturer of the R-Pod has just come out with a totally new design…the Model 196. This is the first redesign Forest River has done in the ten years since the R-Pod was first released. And, Forest River has very generously donated the very first Model 196 R-Pod off the line to the Girl Campers for our annual trailer raffle!!! Isn’t that exciting???

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My good friend, Janine Pettit, will receive the camper in the next couple of weeks. She will be putting a Girl Camper spin on it with some beautiful interior decor. Then, the camper goes to the Hershey RV Show. Janine and I will be at the show on September 14th for a meet and greet and to show off our Girl Camper version of the new R-Pod. After that, we head to Setzer’s RV in Huntington, WV for the big reveal!

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At that point, I take over and get to pull this camper wherever I want till the end of January…which of course means I’ll just HAVE to go where it’s warm over the winter! (And, yes…Mr. FixIt gets to come along…for at least part of the trip!) Stay tuned for lots of fun and excitement in the coming months! In the meantime, here is a sneak peek at the “before” in a video Janine made at the Forest River factory. This is a gorgeous camper and I can hardly wait to get her out there on the open road!!!

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https://www.facebook.com/janine.pettit.5/videos/10157250788233444?s=1219785470&sfns=mo

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 ❤️

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“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.”\n

Psalm 91:11-12 NIV

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\"Sitting ‘Sitting on the tailgate of my truck…drinking coffee and soaking up summer!”

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I hate wearing shoes. I know it’s so stereotypically West Virginian, but I do not wear shoes unless I absolutely have to. Mr. FixIt emptied the truck yesterday morning so I went out with my mug of coffee and sat on the tailgate, contemplating my bare feet and the beautiful sounds of an August day in the country.

\nIt wasn’t long after I finished my morning brew when I heard Mr. FixIt start up the push mower and I knew it was time to get to work. I ran to town to fill up the gas cans. Once I got back home, I hooked up my headphones and hopped on the riding mower. It could have waited till Monday, growth-wise. But the next two days are supposed to be 95 degrees and rainy. So, you know what they say...you gotta make hay when the sun shines!\n

I love watching the seasons changing here in my home state. Some of the trees already have some yellowing leaves on them. And you can tell a difference in the texture of the grass at this time of year. It’s tougher and harder to weed eat. I left home the 27th of June. There was a whole lot of growth between then and now and there are a lot of branches hanging over the edge of the fields. I’m going to have to get out there with the loppers again.

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As soon as I got home the other night, I could just feel the stress leave my shoulders and neck. I can sit outside and listen to the night sounds instead of the constant hum of traffic in the background. As I sat basking in the velvet night air, I thought over all the places we saw over the last several weeks. It was such a wonderful vacation. And, as always, it’s both good to be home and sad that it’s over.

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❤️

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“The priest answered them, “Go in peace. Your journey has the Lord’s approval.””\n

Judges 18:6 NIV

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\"Great “Nana needed some baby snuggles before we went home!”

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We made it back to West Virginia, safe and sound..thank you, God! But, we absolutely couldn’t go home without seeing the baby! Our little great grandson arrived nearly two weeks ago and we stopped to get a snuggle. Oh, he’s so sweet! We had the bonus of our great granddaughter visiting as well!

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I have to tell you…we are so tired. I drove all but the last 20 miles after we stopped to see the baby. Just over 5400 miles since June 27th! I figured out the other day, I have been home exactly four days since June 5th. I knew this was going to be a busy summer but this is a little crazy!

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Tomorrow’s another day. But for now…I’ve got to get some sleep. We’re both whupped!

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❤️

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“In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”    Psalm 4:8 NIV
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\"Iowa “The vast cornfields of Iowa”

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I don’t think I have ever seen as much corn as I have in the last two days. All of Nebraska and all of Iowa were vast expanses of corn fields broken by occasional little towns and villages along the way. I think I love the I-80 corridor drive much more than I-70. The cities you go through are not nearly as congested as St. Louis and Kansas City.

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We left York, Nebraska yesterday morning at around 10:15 and pulled into Morton, Illinois at around 8:00 last night. I have family history here. Morton, Pekin, and Peoria are clustered nearby. Grandma and Pop-Pop came here when my mama was around two years old. Pop-Pop had to go where the work was. He and his two brothers’ families worked in this area as well. My uncle was born in Pekin. I have distant cousins in this area, but no time to look them up this trip.

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As we were driving through Iowa yesterday, it was about lunch time when I saw a sign for the town of Walnut. They are known as the “antique city” of Iowa. I asked Mr. FixIt if he was ready to stretch his legs and maybe browse a couple of antique shops and grab some lunch. He’s always game for a good time so I put on my turn signal and exited the hustle-bustle of the interstate and stepped back into time.

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When you drive down the wide avenue into the antique district of the bucolic little village of Walnut, you can’t help but notice the amazing Victorian style homes lining each side of the street. The town was neat as a pin…each yard was well groomed with magnificent trees and landscaping. We parked in front of the post office and strolled across the herringbone brick street and wandered through a handful of shops. It was everything I could do to not strap a couple of beautiful finds to the top of my truck as there is absolutely no room inside for one more thing.

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I glanced at the time, and as much as I hated to, I told Mr. FixIt we’d better get on the road. As we walked back up the street hand in hand, he smiled at me and asked me that question every woman wants to hear.

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“Do you want to get ice cream for lunch?”

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Back off girls…I found him first!

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Who doesn’t want ice cream for lunch, right? We crossed over to The Banana Split where Sarah greeted us warmly. We shared the usual pleasantries and asked a bit about the town. Then we got down to the business at hand. There are about eight or nine flavors of hard ice cream as well as soft serve, candy, chips, and the usual soda fountain fare of banana splits and sundaes. Their special yesterday was banana bread pudding with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, caramel sauce and a sprinkling of pecans to finish it off. I demurred and told Sarah that was WAY out of my calorie limit for a whole month!

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I selected cherry nut ice cream in a waffle cone. My dad’s favorite ice cream was cherry nut so consequently that was the one we had most often in our house. I didn’t catch where they get their ice cream or if they make it themselves, but it was the best cherry nut I’ve ever had. Rich and smooth and not cloyingly sweet. Mr. FixIt followed my lead and had the same, but in a cup.

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If you ever find yourself crossing Iowa on I-80 and you want to enjoy a couple of hours at a slow and sweet pace, drop into Walnut, check out the antiques and go see Sarah at The Banana Split. Tell her Ginny McKinney sent you!

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❤️

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“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:”\n

Ecclesiastes 3:1 NIV

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\"Nebraska “Truckin’ across Nebraska”

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Yesterday was a challenge. First, I was still so wound up from the wedding and the super long drive home, I couldn’t settle down and was still awake at 4:00 in the morning. We woke up at 7:00 and had to try to fit all the stuff from the camper into the bed of the truck and still make sure the tonneau cover would close. We finally made all but a couple things fit and were finished at 10:30. We waited till Ben got home so we could say our goodbyes and finally hit the road at about 11:00.

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I drove all day and we pulled into York, Nebraska…just shy of Lincoln…at about 7:30. We marveled at how green everything is. I have never traveled I-80 as my route between Colorado and West Virginia, but there are major closures on I-70 in St. Louis and Kansas City for construction. We were going to stop in Kearney, NE but they had nine inches of rain on July 8th and all the hotels and restaurants were flooded. There are only about 3 or 4 hotels open and they were either full or pricey. So we drove on.

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The flooding certainly explains why everything is so green here. The mountains of Colorado were the same way and that is good news for the communities who worry about forest fires. It’s not good news here in Nebraska. The farmers here have had a hard time getting crops in the ground…especially wheat. There’s corn to beat the band but not all of it has tasseled yet.

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It was interesting watching the crop dusters all along the highway. I’ve only seen them once in my life and they were everywhere! I’m not sure what they were spraying and I certainly hope it doesn’t harm the honeybees!

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Today, we keep on truckin’!

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❤️

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“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.”\n

Psalm 119:105 NIV

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\"Sunset “The sun goes down on the evening before my baby’s wedding. My heart is full!”

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Last night was amazing. Every fear and trepidation I had beforehand dissipated as soon as we pulled into the driveway at Hubby #2’s house. He was so gracious, as was his wife. Their house is stunning. Their dogs are the sweetest things. Daughter #1 and her family were there when we arrived and soon after, my sister- and brother-in-law arrived from Utah. Oh, my gosh! It was so exciting to see them all!

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Just before dinner, my daughter and her fiancée arrived and we were a complete family. My brother enjoyed everyone and joined in the conversations. It really was perfect. What I learned from this: When you hand things over to God to take care of…you have to let go of it. I knew as I was driving over from Glenwood Springs…this was going to be good. This was going to be very, very good.

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After dinner, Daughter #2 came to me and said, “Mama…I have something for you to do tomorrow. You’re in charge of this…and making sure he has a seat at my wedding.”

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With that she handed me a framed photo of Mr. Virgo. She was very close to her stepfather and losing him was so hard on her. The suddenness of seeing his smiling face…so totally unexpected…took my breath away and I started crying. I wasn’t the only one. It was a very special moment and it still makes me tearful as I write this. What a beautiful gesture…what a beautiful God moment….what love…what treasures I have in this family.

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My baby is getting married today. My heart is so full! Thank you Jesus for every gift you have given me in this life!

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❤️

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“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it would be utterly scorned.”\n

Song of Songs 8:6-7 NIV

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\"Old “While once sleek and shiny, these vehicles still hold a deep beauty.”

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We left Ridgway yesterday saying goodbye to our friends, Linda and Jim. We both choked up…goodbyes have always been difficult for me ever since I lost Mr. Virgo. We just don’t know if and when we will meet again and it tears at my heartstrings. I know Linda loves Colorado, but deep down, she has that Ohio farm girl in there somewhere. I loved watching her as she listened to Mr. FixIt’s unmistakable West Virginia accent and she was transported back over the years and the miles to the home of her youth.

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Even though we didn’t go to the same high school with Linda, we know many of the same people…one of whom is Jeff. He and his wife Julie moved to the Ridgway area a couple of years ago. It’s funny how the webs of friendship cross over. Linda and Jeff were both friends with Cindy (a girl from my class) and that’s how they connected. I am friends with Cindy and that’s how Linda connected with me and the connection with Jeff was made through Linda and because he was on the boy’s gymnastics team while I competed with the girl’s team the same year. And….Mr. FixIt was on that same team with Jeff! See what a teeny tiny world it is? Jeff and Julie joined us for dinner at Linda’s Wednesday night. Mr. FixIt hadn’t seen Jeff in forty-eight years. There were lots of stories and laughs and we all had a grand time.

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We drove north out of Ridgway, through Montrose and Olathe (home of Olathe Sweet Corn) and on to Delta. I kept my eyes peeled for a place I found when I was on “The Grand Adventure”…that three month odyssey into the wilderness and backroads after Mr. Virgo died. It’s just a vacant lot on the main drag that’s filled with old, broken down cars and trucks. I don’t know why it attracted me that first time, but I couldn’t wait to show Mr. FixIt.

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We were almost to our turnoff to head east over McClure Pass when I saw them. Red vehicles…either from the faded and flaked paint or the rust beneath. Some had their hoods strapped down. Others had holes in the glass from years of being the target of vandals or the errant stone thrown back in the day when they motored down the highways of old. Mr. FixIt caught his breath.

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“Oh, wow! Would you look at that!” A smile crept across his face and his eyes sparkled like a little boy who just found the coolest treasure stuck on a dusty shelf. I immediately pulled over and threw the truck in park. We jumped out and walked up and down the rows of derelict automobiles resting on their rims because of long ago rotted and airless tires. We peeked in through hazy windows at the scraps of stuffing clinging to the old and rusted springs of the seats inside. 

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“Oh, look! Is that a Nash? A Studebaker? What’s this one? Ford used to make a Cortina. Do you suppose that’s what this one is?” This went on and on as we dodged the large mud holes formed from the afternoon storms we’ve been getting and made our way through the maze of cars.

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As I looked at these rusted out hulks, I thought about beauty being in the eye of the beholder. I have to be perfectly honest…I’ve had some trepidation about the wedding this weekend. My daughter’s dad lives in a world I no longer belong to. He’s a doctor, and consequently lives like a doctor in a fine house. With fine friends. And a fine wife. Fine furnishings. Fine food. A fine life. I used to circle in that orbit, although I never really felt a part of that world, although I tried very hard to make myself fit in. 

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I have to admit. I’ve let myself be a little self conscious about my comfortable tummy and my jelly thighs and my granny-wing upper arms knowing ever so painfully how that was judged by those in that orbit. I’ve been praying about it a lot. And God whispered to me as I wandered amongst these vehicles what were once sleek and shiny and new.

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“You don’t have to fear that world. You don’t have to feel bad for the way you fit in your body all comfy-like. You don’t have to concern yourself with what anyone else thinks of you….just remember I love you. Completely. Just the way you are. Just love them all the way I love you.”

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You see…the very act of feeling self conscious and judged puts me in a place where I’m being the judge. I don’t know what’s in their hearts and minds. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since those days so long ago when I circled around that orbit. It’s a foreign land to me now. I have no reason to feel “less than” anyone. I can walk right in, on the arm of a man I adore and who adores me right back. We’ve created a life that fits us perfectly and we’re perfectly happy.

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It’s all about love, trust, letting go, and letting God take care of the details. I’m comfortable in this life, this body…no matter where I go or who I run into. None of this is about me anyway. It’s totally about my daughter and her joy anyway. Yes…it’s all about love!

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❤️

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“Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand. Do not be angry beyond measure, Lord; do not remember our sins forever. Oh, look on us, we pray, for we are all your people.”    Isaiah 64:8-9 NIV
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\"Turkeys\" “Morning visitors on Loghill.”

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Yesterday was my ME day. I told Linda when we arrived that honestly all I was looking for was her company and a little R&R. We’ve been running around like crazy and I just needed to sit and visit on their beautiful deck overlooking these amazing mountains. I knitted and we all laughed and had a wonderful time. We couldn’t believe it when it was 1:00 and we hadn’t done a thing. 

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We were sitting on the the deck and heard something down below. I went and peeked over the edge and there were turkeys walking through the gravel drive below. These guys were huge. We’ve seen a lot of deer….even a little spotty baby bounding around. The first night, I woke up about 2:30 in the morning and wanted a little nosh. There was nothing in the camper, so I needed to go in the house. As I was climbing out of the bed, Mr. FixIt woke up. 

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Him: “Where are you going?” 

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Me: “I need some cereal.”

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Him:

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Me: “Do you think there might be bears out there?”

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Him: “There could be.”

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Me:

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Me:

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Me: “I’m not going.”

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Him: “Ok.”

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Me: 

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Me: “Drat! I’m hungry…I’m going.”

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coyote howling outside camper

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Me: “Come after me if I’m not back in five minutes!”

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Him: zzzzzzz

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Last night, I brought my cereal with me in the first place. There be beasts about!

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❤️

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“...who teaches us more than he teaches the beasts of the earth and makes us wiser than the birds in the sky?’”\n

Job 35:10-11 NIV

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\"Vacation “Clockwise from top left: At one of the many overlooks on the Million Dollar Highway, the beautiful little town of Ouray, our little home away from home, the falls up above Ouray.”

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It has been three years since I’ve been in this area. I’d forgotten how incredibly majestic these mountains are. And high! We stopped so many times between Durango and Ouray to take pictures and just marvel at the scenery. I’m sure Mr. FixIt thought nothing could top Monday but as we drove yesterday, he just kept exclaiming over and over how beautiful it was. 

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We pulled into Ouray and found a parking spot…not always easy during peak tourist season. We went into my favorite kitchen store and no sooner walked in the door till the sky opened up with a summer thunderstorm. We were stuck in there for some time. It finally slowed down enough that we could make it across to Mouse’s Chocolates…my OTHER favorite store. 

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We drove around and looked at the cool little houses. Ouray was a mining town and it still holds that Victorian charm. We finally drove on to our friend’s house in Ridgway. When we pulled into the driveway, there was her little camper. I slept in it the last time I was here and asked if we could sleep in it this time. Linda was happy to oblige and I have to tell you…my heart swooned a little when I climbed into that camper. When we went to bed last night, Mr. FixIt said, “I feel like we’re back home!” Me too, sweetie…me, too!

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❤️

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“By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.”

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Proverbs 24:3-4 NIV

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#Camping, #Mountains, #Ouray

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\"Vacation “Clockwise from Top Left: Long view from Mesa Verde, Cliff Palace through the binoculars, Serious Texas BBQ, Cliff Palace at Mesa Verde, Colorado”

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When I was on my three month journey into the wilderness and backroads of Colorado after Mr. Virgo died, one of the places I visited was Mesa Verde. This is such a mystical, ancient place. Whenever I am here, I can feel this amazing energy and peacefulness. I truly love showing Mr. FixIt places that I have been. I love watching the awe on his face. The long views in the west are unlike anything we have back east. He keeps saying how glad he is that he has his own personal tour guide!

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We sat in the parking lot and ate fresh fruit for lunch. OMGosh! The black plums are exquisite! And the red grapes were perfection!

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I was thrilled to find a very reasonably priced motel last night. $89 plus taxes and fees. It’s one of the cheapest we have found. And, I could hardly wait to go to Seriously Texas BBQ for dinner. I make great ribs. These are better! Durango is a pretty little college town. We parked and watched the Durango Silverton Train come back into the station. It was a really great day!

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Today we head to Ridgway and we’re staying a couple of days with friends. It’s going to be a relaxing couple of days leading up to the wedding festivities!!!

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❤️

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“And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.”    Colossians 3:14 NIV
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\"Weminuche “Heading into the Weminuche Wilderness”

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Joyful abundance! Mr. FixIt is such a great traveler. I love showing him places he hasn’t seen. As a matter of fact, he told me the other night his neck hurts from swiveling back and forth, trying to take it all in. We arrived in Pagosa Springs on Friday afternoon. This is where Mr. Virgo and I lived in 2008. He was the General Manager for a 4200 acre luxury resort here and I did the marketing and catering. It was a short-lived position as our job was to try to turn their losses into profits and try as we might, it was not to be. This is the nature of being a fixer. If you can’t, they close and you lose your job. If you can, they sell and you lose your job. We didn’t really expect to be there long term.

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Pagosa Springs is a gorgeous area and I enjoyed the rugged beauty of it. I did not like the short summer, long winter, and gobs of snow. So I was just as happy to get out of there and move on. Still, it is someplace I wanted Mr. FixIt to see and experience. We went out for a wonderful breakfast yesterday morning then headed to the backroads. Mr. Virgo and I used to spend every day off exploring the many dirt roads in the Weminuche Wilderness. This is where I came when I started my grief journey in Little TOW-Wanda. I carried strands of Mr. Virgo’s silver hair into the dense woods above Williams Lake and buried them at the base of a tree, affixing a cross to mark the spot.

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We didn’t walk back into the woods yesterday. That wasn’t part of the deal. That was mine…my memory. As a matter of fact, as we drove deeper and deeper into the woods, I felt Mr. Virgo so strongly…as if he were gliding along with us. I told Mr. FixIt story after story. Here’s where we worked. Here’s where we shopped. Here’s where we loved to eat dinner. There’s the car wash where they had to unfreeze the doors so we could get out. That little bakery has the best pastries. This restaurant has the best coffee. My sweet husband held my hand and smiled and nodded and encouraged me to share because he knows this helps me heal and move forward. 

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Then…in the middle of the afternoon, we found out…great grandchild #3 is on the way!!! Another little boy…arriving in January!!!

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My heart is about to explode! THIS!!! This is what I so very nearly lost in January 2000 when I overdosed. At the time, my world was so small, so dark, so difficult and I couldn’t see anything beyond that darkness. And now…look at this! My world is so blessed with such abundance and joy, I can hardly contain myself! Babies! The Wedding! My sweet husband! My wonderful family! My health! My heart!

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Thank you…..thank you dearest Heavenly Father…for healing my family…for healing me…for giving me Mr. Virgo to show me I was worthy of earthly love…for giving me Mr. FixIt for helping me through the most difficult period of my life…and for this tremendous family, mine and his, that brings our numbers up and up and up! I’m so high on life, you have to scrape me off the clouds!

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❤️

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“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”\n

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 NIV

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\"Vacation “Clockwise, top left: Hollyhocks, Toes along the San Juan River, The view from Independence Pass, and….Baby Boo!!!!!”

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It was a beautiful day for a baby! We had a leisurely breakfast and headed through Aspen and up Independence Pass. Mr. Fixit ooooohed and aaaaahed all the way. He’s never seen the likes of Colorado’s beauty. We stopped at the top of the pass and I was going to walk out to the windy point to take pictures but I could hardly catch my breath at 12,000+ feet elevation so I elected to stay in the car taking slow, deep breaths. I was glad to get down lower.

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We stopped here and there. When I saw the sign for the turnoff to St. Elmo, I hung a right and went back in time to the 1800’s. It has probably been 40 years since I was there. We looked around at the old buildings and antiques. We sat on a bench and ate ice cream. And we finally climbed back in the truck and headed further south. 

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Along about Saguache…the phone rang and all I could hear was a tiny baby boy crying. “Wait….OMGosh!!! Is that a baby????? He’s here already????” Yes! Our tiny little Boo made his debut at around 5:30 eastern time weighing in at 6lbs13oz! And, of course….he’s perfect!!!

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So, the mountains and the flowers, the river and the relaxing beside it….all pale in comparison to being a great grandma…again! What more could I tell you about today??? Thank you God, for protecting Mommy & Daddy and Nana’s little Boo!

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❤️

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“A woman giving birth to a child has pain because her time has come; but when her baby is born she forgets the anguish because of her joy that a child is born into the world.”\n

John 16:21 NIV

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\"Mudslide “Yesterday’s mudslide west of Glenwood Springs.”

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I had two epiphanies yesterday. The first was the full realization that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. On occasion, I wonder in the back of my mind if it was the right thing to do selling my house. I sometimes wonder if I should have kept it and rented it out for income. Then, we drove through Glenwood Springs yesterday…on a Friday afternoon…on Mountain Fair Weekend. It. Was. Insane!

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The second epiphany was this: As we drove into town, it was early afternoon and I was going through a mental list of things to do in the area. I looked up at the gondola going up to the Glenwood Adventure Park and thought that would be fun. But the clouds coming over the Flat Tops Wilderness Area were very dark and I knew rain was coming. Scratch that idea. My next thought was to see if my friend Terri was around in New Castle so I could introduce her to Mr. Fixit. Again…I looked at those ominous clouds and I just got a cold chill. We would have to go through South Canyon to get there and I was definitely being told not to go there.

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Instead, we turned south and headed to Carbondale. I couldn’t reach my friends who are camping in the area so I found, and took, the last hotel room available in the area. And believe me, they were charging premium prices for rooms. We are at the peak of tourist season and the hotels have to make hay while the sun shines. The rates are double…or more…what they were two years ago when we traveled through here at the same time of the year.

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It wasn’t twenty minutes after I decided to turn south that an emergency road bulletin came over my phone. The very road I was contemplating going over was now completely impassable with a mud and rock slide in South Canyon. If I hadn’t heeded that nudge, we would have been sitting right in the middle of it! 

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On top of all the rest of the crazy traffic, the interstate was closed because of the mudslide and they directed the west bound traffic down through Carbondale…during rush hour…and the opening of the Carbondale Mountain Fair! It took us forty-five minutes to go two miles. I don’t ever want to live in that kind of congestion again!

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\"Traffic\" “Traffic being rerouted by the mudslide.”

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I don’t know if it’s the fact I’ve been living a peaceful life on five acres in West Virginia, or if it’s the fact that there are a gazillion people trying to cram into a small space and have fun, but I just couldn’t take the crowds and busy, and traffic, and noise. I know I did the right thing selling my house and I am exactly WHERE I am supposed to be…and with WHOM.

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Today, we head over Independence Pass and down through the Collegiate Peaks. Mr. Fixit is truly enjoying the scenery and that makes me very happy!

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❤️

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““Consider carefully what you hear,” he continued. “With the measure you use, it will be measured to you—and even more.”\n

Mark 4:24 NIV

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\"Loveland “Views from Loveland Pass”

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We got a slow start yesterday. We cleaned out the truck and packed, checked and rechecked to make sure we had everything, then almost pulled away without my brother’s package we waited for. Once we retrieved that, we were on our way! We drove over to the west side of town, down through Golden, then out Clear Creek Canyon and picked up I-70 at Idaho Springs. I love starting out my trips that way. The canyon immediately makes you feel like you’re in the mountains and you don’t have to run the gauntlet that is Floyd Hill.

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We exited the interstate just before the Eisenhower Tunnel and took Route 6 over Loveland Pass. We have a function on our GPS that tells you what your elevation is. It was right on…11,995 feet at the top of the pass. We stopped and took lots of pictures along the way. It was so much fun to play tourist and show Mr. FixIt some of the hidden beauty of Colorado.

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We dropped down into Keystone then on into Frisco. I was hoping the weather would be cooperative and we could check out the chuck wagon dinner at Two Below Zero, but it was really cool and rainy so we decided to try another time. We walked the streets of Frisco, checked out the little shops, and ate dinner at Bread + Salt. I wasn’t overly impressed, but I was hungry so it was ok. 

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This is a Gypsy trip…one without reservations, except for the wedding stay. We sat in the truck and browsed the hotel.com app and chose a hotel in Keystone with a really reasonable price. $76…but with taxes and fees it was $92. Welcome to tourism in Colorado. The room was perfectly fine. The beds were comfy and clean, there wasn’t an exceptional amount of noise, and there’s a complimentary breakfast. You can’t beat that when you consider most of the others in the tourist towns here are upwards of $200 a night.

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The biggest problem that occurred was when I went to check in. I cannot find my driver’s license anywhere. I’ve searched through everything. The last time I remember having it was at the Quick Care on the 22nd. I called them and the pharmacy and they don’t have it. So now I have to see if I can get a replacement sent to me here. It’s not the end of the world and it certainly won’t ruin my fun. But I am frustrated that I’ve misplaced it.

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I have no idea where we’ll end up today, but no matter where it is, it will be beautiful! Colorado has some stunning scenery!!! Oh…and please send up a little prayer for our family that is scheduled to grow in the next day or two. Our great grandson will make his debut in West Virginia and we can’t be there to welcome him. Prayers for a safe delivery and a healthy, happy baby, mama, and daddy!

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❤️

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“If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”\n

1 Corinthians 13:2 NIV

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\"A “A Glimpse of Heaven in the Colorado Night Sky”

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I knew this would happen. I blinked and a month flew by. I left on this journey exactly four weeks ago. Time is such a weird thing after loss. On the one hand…it flies. On the other…it stands still. I got some quality time with my Colorado family. Mr. FixIt has been here almost two weeks already. The package I’ve been expecting for my brother arrived yesterday so now we can pack up and go off on a little adventure on our own before the wedding.

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Grandma L. is still hanging in there. She is such a strong woman. She rallies and fades, rallies and fades. They moved her from her apartment at assisted living to a skilled nursing facility on Monday. She had a dream on Tuesday night. At least, she thinks it was a dream. She was lying in bed and her legs felt like stone. But then, she was standing up…strong and vital. She looked around it was so glorious. She saw a crevice and knew she was supposed to jump over it. She knew she COULD. She didn’t see Grandpa right off, but she knew she could find him easily. Instead, she decided to come back and tell us all how absolutely peaceful and grand it is. I love that she could see it all so clearly and she isn’t afraid.

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I know she might pass away while we are gone, but I didn’t want to wear her out by adding to the number of visitors going to see her. There are other closer relatives who need to spend time with her. I was able to hug on her last Saturday at her birthday party and she absolutely knows how I feel about her. Her absence will leave a gaping hole for quite some time in the lives of those who knew and loved her.

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We all went out for supper last night after they moved everything out of Grandma’s apartment at the assisted living place. There were twelve of us. As I walked back to the table with my food, I paused for a moment and gazed over this beautiful family my daughter was so fortunate to marry into. Another part of my bonus family. We are so blessed…with kids and their kids and us grandparents. We are becoming the matriarchs. I thought it would take longer.

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Mr. FixIt and I will head out today for a week of touring the state. We were supposed to do this with the camper, but it’ll all work out without it. I love showing him places he’s never been! So…here we go on another road trip, y’all. Hang on!

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❤️

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“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”\n

2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NIV

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\"Women “Finally had a chance to visit with my friend, Michelle.”

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I’ve been writing a daily essay here for over six-and-a-half years now. I’ve heard from numerous people about odd things that have happened since their loved one died. Things that make them feel comforted…like they’re being watched over. Signs from Heaven. With me, it’s bluebirds and angel pennies.

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You’ve all heard of “pennies from heaven”. Folk lore says found coins come from angels throwing them in our path to remind us they were here. Something happened yesterday that was downright eerie…but in a wonderful way.

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I met my friend Michelle at the nail salon yesterday. We met years ago when I was a new widow and she was one of my fellow women campers who helped me find myself. We met at the salon because that was the one place we could absolutely stop and sit still for two hours. We both live very busy lives.

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During the course of our conversation, Michelle told me they were expecting her sweet grandfather to pass at anytime. As a matter of fact, she felt yesterday was his last day here on earth. We covered every topic under the sun and got caught up with what has been going on in each other’s lives. 

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When she was getting her manicure, I realized the polish on my toes wasn’t drying very fast so I excused myself to the other side of the room to place my feet under the lights. Finally, she came over to me to hug me goodbye. She had a call to make at noon and had to run. When I sat down at the table where the lights were, I placed my phone and water bottle on the counter. I didn’t notice the penny there till Michelle hugged me.

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I picked up the penny and showed it to her.

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“Look, I think this is for you! Maybe it’s your grandpa sending you a message.”

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I placed the penny in Michelle’s hand. She looked at her phone and said, “Hmmm, it’s 11:44. I’ll remember this if I hear of his passing.” With that, we said hugged and she went out the door.

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Twenty minutes later she texted me.

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“My grandfather passed away twenty minutes ago.”

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Coincidence? If so, it was uncanny. Who knows? I told her she needed to keep that penny in a special place. I keep all my angel pennies in a depression on the dashboard of my truck. I found two more right outside my truck at the next stop. I tucked them away with the others and whispered a “Thank You” to whoever dropped the pennies for us.

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❤️

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“And I heard a voice from heaven saying, \"Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.\" \"Blessed indeed,\" says the Spirit, \"that they may rest from their labors, for their deeds follow them!\"”    Revelation 14:13 ESV
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\"Impossible “The Impossible Burger…the best alternative to meat I have ever tasted!”

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Back in the late ‘70s, early ‘80s, I was on a real health kick. Like…Mother Earth News health kick. I made my own tofu from scratch. I made our yogurt and granola. I even made homemade Grape-Nuts cereal. While we weren’t vegetarians, we WERE pretty poor because I was working to support our family of three while Hubby #2 was in medical school and residency. Our food budget was trimmed of many luxuries like steak and roasts.

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I’ve always been a true meat lover but meat was expensive. I found a product called TVP…texturized vegetable protein. It didn’t have much flavor on its own but it was great in chili and spaghetti sauce…two highly affordable dishes we ate a ton of. Along the way, black bean burgers and veggie burgers were born to offer alternatives to red meat. Health wise, this was good since I had developed high cholesterol. 

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The other night, we ate at Big Daddy’s Burger Bar and I had a black bean burger. Eh…it was ok. But it didn’t taste a darned thing like a burger. It was just on a bun with all the burger fixings. Now that I am older and have GERD (reflux) along with millions of other Boomers, I get sick just about every time I eat a burger for supper. Still, I crave them…desperately.

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We stopped into Red Robin for lunch yesterday when we were out and about. I noticed a card on the table saying they had the Impossible Burger available. I’ve been hearing about this burger substitute on the news and people have been raving about it. I had to try it. Let me tell you…this thing was fabulous. It was exactly like a burger, but it was closer than anything I have ever tasted up to this point and I wanted to go back last night to have another one!

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The Impossible Burger isn’t available everywhere yet and it’s popularity is rising so you may not find it around for a while. But when you come across it, I’d highly recommend you give it a try. I am not at all interested in this “meat” they are growing in petrie dishes, but Impossible Burger is plant based. If I could have ready access to it, I’d be more than happy to be a lacto-ovo-vegetarian…someone who eats milk products and eggs but no meat.

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New things! 

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As Mr. FixIt says…life is always an adventure with Ginny McKinney.

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You can watch this video that explains the research and development of the Impossible Burger here:

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https://youtu.be/8vCd0HPrFj8

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❤️

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“As for the one who is weak in faith, welcome him, but not to quarrel over opinions. One person believes he may eat anything, while the weak person eats only vegetables. Let not the one who eats despise the one who abstains, and let not the one who abstains pass judgment on the one who eats, for God has welcomed him. Who are you to pass judgment on the servant of another? It is before his own master that he stands or falls. And he will be upheld, for the Lord is able to make him stand. One person esteems one day as better than another, while another esteems all days alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind.”\n

Romans 14:1-5 ESV

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\"Rainbow\" “God’s promise.”

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There have been so many times in my life when I felt I had no hope. I didn’t know about spiritual warfare. I didn’t know the enemy was the one whispering the lies about me into my heart and mind. My life had long stretches of darkness and it wasn’t until I became a Christian that I started to see light at the end of the tunnel.

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We went to church yesterday and took Little with us. We sat with our friend Rick and his wife Connie. The pastor is preaching a series on the elements and yesterday was about the wind. And hope. He focused on Ezekiel and the valley of the dry bones. As far as Ezekiel could see, the valley floor was covered with dry, sun-bleached bones. This represented the dried up, faithless Israelites. The Lord asked Ezekiel to speak to the dry bones. To tell them to listen to the Word of the Lord. When he did this, the bones started to rattle and come together. Tendons and muscle and skin formed and soon, they looked like you and me. But they had no life. No inner spark of hope. When Ezekiel told God he had only been halfway successful, God breathed his breath upon the bodies and they came alive and rose as a mighty army.

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I know what those bodies felt like. I was dry and sun-bleached in my bones for such a long time. And, when I surrendered, God blew His breath…His Spirit…into me and I rose up like a mighty warrior. Whenever I begin to feel less hopeful, I look for the wind. Mr. FixIt remarked the other day…it never seems terribly hot here in Colorado. Even when the temperature nears triple digits. The reason is two-fold. The humidity is low. And there is always a breeze. You can feel it across the hairs on your arms. And when a wisp of your hair blows across your face. You can see it in the trees and grasses of the field. You can watch it even high above the earth as the clouds in the sky scud along.

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When I look for the wind, I can see the breath of God as he works over us…his children. Even when I don’t see God’s promises in my current circumstances, I know He is there…working in the background. Even in my darkest moments…during the years of depression and the overdose, during a painful divorce, during the grief I suffered after losing Mr. Virgo…He was feverishly working to turn these terrible situations into something He could use for His Glory.

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Finding hope in today’s world can be so terribly difficult. It is easy to lose hope and see no way out. If you can just remember to feel the wind on your skin and focus on some good thing in your life, you can ignite hope within your soul. Even the smallest ember can be fanned into a flame when you seek and use the Breath of God. 

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❤️

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“The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones that were very dry. He asked me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” I said, “Sovereign Lord, you alone know.” Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life. I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’ ” So I prophesied as I was commanded. And as I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound, and the bones came together, bone to bone. I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them and skin covered them, but there was no breath in them. Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live.’ ” So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army. Then he said to me: “Son of man, these bones are the people of Israel. They say, ‘Our bones are dried up and our hope is gone; we are cut off.’ Therefore prophesy and say to them: ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: My people, I am going to open your graves and bring you up from them; I will bring you back to the land of Israel. Then you, my people, will know that I am the Lord, when I open your graves and bring you up from them. I will put my Spirit in you and you will live, and I will settle you in your own land. Then you will know that I the Lord have spoken, and I have done it, declares the Lord.’ ””\n

Ezekiel 37:1-14 NIV

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\"Apollo “One small step…”

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It was a sultry summer night…Sunday, July 20, 1969. We had been watching the news over the previous week or so about the astronauts that were going to walk on the moon. I was all of sixteen…that magical age where you’re caught somewhere between Barbies and boys. We didn’t have screens on the windows but it was too hot to leave them closed. We absentmindedly swatted away the mosquitoes as we ate ice cream and stared at the flickering grey screen.

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Hippies were preparing for Woodstock. Giggling teenagers were having slumber parties. We were rolling our hair on juice cans and wearing bellbottomed jeans. We popped our gum and knew all about Archie and Veronica’s exploits. Dad would complain about the “yippies” next door playing their drums too loud and the cars that went too fast up our dirt street. A couple of times a week, a Jeep would drive up the road spraying DDT into the neighborhood to keep the mosquito population down to a reasonable level. And once a month or so, a different truck would come and spray oil or tar down on the dusty dirt. The first day out after they sprayed, our bare feet would be covered with a half inch think glob of sandy tar turning our soles into…well, soles.

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It was the summer of love. My foster sister was going to school all summer in Athens to get a certificate for preschool education. She wrote me long letters and on the back of each envelope she drew a picture of a bunny and wrote “God Bless Pink Summers ‘69” in an arc above its head. The war in Vietnam was cranking up, but we were young and in love with ourselves and life in general. War was something that happened so far away, it didn’t seem to have anything to do with us. But, in all actuality, we were living in difficult, tumultuous times in this country. We were just too young to really understand it all.

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And now, here we were in a darkened room, sweat trickling down our backs, waiting for Neil Armstrong to take “one small step for [a] man…one giant leap for mankind.” I remember being absolutely mesmerized by this amazing feat. This was one of those landmark moments in time. A moment when there was a before and after and nothing would be the same again. It was a unifying event and we all held our collective breath in the moment. 

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Here it is…fifty years later. Where did that time go? It seems I blinked and now I have great grandchildren. I’m feeling particularly nostalgic because I am here with my Colorado family. Yesterday we celebrated the 90th birthday of the matriarch of my son-in-law’s family. Grandma’s health has been failing this week but by golly, she rallied yesterday and seventeen of us gathered to shower her with our love and ate strawberry shortcake…her all time favorite. Afterwards, we left Grandma to get some rest and went out to dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory.

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It was one of those days we will remember always…when Grandma’s sun was shining and the moon echoed with the memories of another hot summers’ night, so long ago.

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❤️

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“it will be established forever like the moon, the faithful witness in the sky.””    Psalm 89:37 NIV
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\"Shrimp\" “Shrimp…it’s what’s for dinner!”

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The temperature went up into the triple digits yesterday. Mr. FixIt and I hung out indoors most of the day. I did laundry and worked on the socks I’m knitting for Big. We watched some television. We visited with Ben & Sue. And we stayed cool in the air conditioning. 

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Finally, along about 5:00, we ventured out to the grocery store. We wanted to pick up something for dinner so I could take a turn cooking. When Ben & Sue went with us to the Outer Banks in April, we learned they love grits. I asked them if they had ever had Low Country Shrimp & Grits and they had not. We brought them a bag of grits from our trip down south last month so I wanted to fix this especially for them.

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This isn’t a particularly difficult recipe to make, but it does take about an hour or so to pull together. We bought a pound of frozen medium sized tail-on shrimp, a lemon, a container of sliced mushrooms, a bunch of green onions, a package of fully cooked bacon, a package of shredded extra sharp cheddar, a small container of shredded parmesan, and a tube of minced garlic. The convenience of buying the prepped veggies, bacon, and cheese saves time.

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What better source for a southern recipe than Southern Living Magazine. I had as much fun reading about the origin of this dish as I had making and serving it. You can find the full recipe and directions here: 

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https://www.southernliving.com/grains/grits/low-country-shrimp-and-grits

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I have to say, this was a big hit for supper. There wasn’t an abundance of cooking so the kitchen didn’t get hot. It really was delicious. I made this with yellow grits, even though the recipe calls for white. I love both varieties. You know people love it when there aren’t any leftovers! We finished it off with some cold melon…watermelon and cantaloupe.

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After supper, we played a few hands of rummy as we laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. Making memories. It’s the most important part of our travels.

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❤️

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“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.”    Luke 2:19 NIV
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\"Caribou “Can you tell by looking whether it’s got caffeine in it? Yeah…me neither!!!!”

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I love coffee. Like…LOVE coffee! I like to think I’m a coffee connoisseur, but I can’t name the region where a coffee was sourced just by tasting it or smelling it. I just know a good cup of coffee when I taste one. Ben & Sue are half-caff kids. No strong coffee for them. I learned to really appreciate coffee when Mr. Virgo was alive. If the spoon didn’t stand up in the cup, it wasn’t strong enough as far as he was concerned. And don’t DARE serve him a cup of coffee that you can read a newspaper through!

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When Mr. Virgo and I were first together, I griped incessantly about his coffee…it was too strong, it was bitter, it was wretched! I bought a coffeemaker that actually had two sides to it. He would make his coffee in one side…I’d make mine in the other. We both turned our noses up when we saw the other’s brew. Then, that coffeemaker broke and he finally convinced me to buy a Bunn. They are fabulous! Your coffee is ready in literally 1-2 minutes. It was great. 

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After making a big show of pouring half a cup of coffee and filling the mug with milk before I popped it in the microwave, accompanied by a heavy sigh, I started actually appreciating the flavor of his coffee. It wasn’t until after Mr. Virgo died, that I started drinking my coffee the same strength as his. A “hanging on to memories” kinda thing, I think.

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Ben & Sue have offered a place on the counter to put my own coffeemaker where I can brew my version of coffee, but I just haven’t taken the time to go out to the storage bins and search for it. Until I do, I am happy to have a cup or two of what is available. But at least a couple of times a week, I have to take advantage of the many coffee shops in the Metro Denver Area and get a “real” cuppa Joe. 

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Yesterday, Mr. FixIt and I had a list of things we wanted to accomplish. We went out to breakfast with Ben & Sue. We started out at Denny’s, but after 15 minutes and no one did so much as bring us silverware, we got up and left. We went to Perkin’s Pancake House. After breakfast, we headed out to run our errands. By the time we were finished, it was 3:00 and we decided to go to Caribou Coffee and get something cold and refreshing. 

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I am adamant about my caffeine intake. I cannot have regular coffee after about noon or else I’ll be up all night…ready to plow the south forty. I got about halfway through my iced coffee when I realized I forgot to order decaf! O. M. Gosh!!! As I’m writing this, it’s 8:30 Wednesday evening and I could start painting a barn if I had one! Zooooom! Zooooom!

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It’s been hot here, but nothing like the heat y’all are getting back east! Ninety-eight here is certainly not the same as ninety-eight back home. I hope you all are staying safe and well hydrated so you stay healthy!

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❤️

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“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”    1 Corinthians 10:31 NIV
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\"View “The view from Mother Cabrini Shrine is stunning!”

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The other night when I picked Mr. FixIt up from the airport, I was accelerating to get on the interstate when the transmission made an eerie slipping sound. I turned to him and said, “Did you hear that?” He did…it wasn’t just me! I had heard this same noise several times and I was really worried something was wrong with the transmission. But, Mr. FixIt has been in that truck hundreds of times and never heard it.

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Before I even got up yesterday, he and Ben had looked up the number for a reputable transmission shop nearby and as soon as I had a cup of coffee, I called them up. They told me to bring the truck right in and they would check it for me. The transmission fluid was low and they added a whole quart to it. Then the manager of the shop drove the truck around and came back. He said it made every sound it was supposed to and no slips. No surprise there. However, when I got out and drove it, I was pleasantly surprised to feel and hear how smoothly it was shifting, so I think we may have fixed the problem. When we prepared to leave, I asked how much I owed them and they said, “Not a thing. You have a great trip!”

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If you need a good transmission place in Arvada, Colorado…go to Jerrod’s!

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Since we suddenly had a free day in front of us, we ran to Starbucks for a cup of coffee then headed to the mountains. I was thinking of taking Mr. FixIt to Red Rocks Amphitheater, but I could see dark clouds starting to form in the west. I decided instead to turn into Mother Cabrini Shrine to explore instead.

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It has been a full forty years at the least since I’ve been up there. I once went up there and just sat in the field near the shrine to gaze out over downtown Denver. I haven’t explored when improvements were built there, but I don’t remember all those steps. My memory had a path going up and you could walk out into the field surrounding the statue of Jesus at the top of the hill. But, like I said…it has been four decades since I was there so I’m not sure my memory is accurate.

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I was surprised the chapel didn’t have candles to light in memory of someone. But there was a grotto below and a much smaller chapel with candles. I lit four candles for special people and said prayers for all of you. Then we went down to the springs. When Mother Cabrini purchased this land for a retreat for orphans, she told others she got it so cheap because there was no water. When she explored the land, she struck a rock with a staff, it broke open, and fresh spring water flowed out from it. We each drank a glass of this miracle water and thanked God for the blessing of the water in such an arid place. 

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Mother Cabrini is the first American to be canonized as a Saint. There is a small museum on the property with personal articles that belonged to her. There were also religious relics on display. You could even take a free third degree relic which was a laminated card with a tiny piece of fabric which had come into contact with Mother Cabrini’s clothing somewhere along the line. It was all quite fascinating.

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We left just as it started to sprinkle and headed to Olive Garden for an early supper. Then back to Ben and Sue’s. It was a fun day and a good workout with all the steps up to the Sacred Heart statue. This photo was taken about halfway up and if you zoom in, you can just make out the tall buildings of Downtown Denver in the distance. Day one of exploring is under our belts!

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❤️

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“\"Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven. \"Thus, when you give to the needy, sound no trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.”\n

Matthew 6:1-4 ESV

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\"Celebrating\" “Celebrating a love…and a life.”

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When Mr. FixIt and I got married last October, it was really a rather spur of the moment decision. I didn’t wan’t my kids to have to spend money to come out for the wedding when we were planning a trip to Colorado this summer anyway. So, I told them we would just have a dinner together with those we love and celebrate that way.

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Yesterday was our day to celebrate our wedding with our Colorado peeps. Daughter #1 organized it and we had fourteen people over for the same menu we served at the actual wedding…pulled pork sandwiches, coleslaw, chips, and drinks. In lieu of a wedding cake, and the fact that we all need to fit in our pretty dresses in three weeks for Daughter #2’s wedding, we had fruit salad instead of cake.

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It was wonderful to have our loved ones around us. I really wanted them to spend some time with Mr. FixIt and get to know him better…and vice versa. It was such a lovely day and everyone had a great time.  And, today is my daughter and son-in-law’s 24th Weddiing Anniversary! Remembering that beautiful day and hoping they have many, many more!

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I am so blessed to have these wonderful people in my life.

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I ended the day with a note of sadness, however. I found out a sweet friend of mine died after a ten year struggle with cancer. Rae Ann and I connected six years ago after I joined Sisters on the Fly. She was the only Sister in my area. Rae Ann had an infectious laugh, a gravely voice, and was the best storyteller. She could make your sides split without even trying. I had the very good fortune of camping with her several times. The last time was after she found out her cancer could not be cured. She taught me so much about living the life you have to the fullest. She was camping and kayaking up to the last couple of weeks of her life. She will be dearly missed by all who knew and loved her. Rest in peace, Rae Ann. You were a shining example of living in the moment and I celebrate your life today!

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❤️

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“Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, \"I will never leave you nor forsake you.\"”\n

Hebrews 13:5 ESV

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\"Drum “Daughter #2…Marching to her own drum!”

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When Daughter #2 was thirteen years old, she and I took off for a three week road trip. It was epic. She was not only in that early teenager mode. We were also working on repairing the damage done from years of depression and too many prescriptions and martinis…not to mention the overdose. It took a lot out of our relationship.

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When I arrived in Denver this visit, the ultimate goal is the wedding. My baby is getting married. My little Moon Pie. Only, she’s a full grown woman…out on her own…thriving…dancing to her own drum, as always. We saw each other  the day after I got here and spent several hours visiting and dining out. She made me promise we would do one special thing…just the two of us…before the wedding.

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She wanted to go antiquing.

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I couldn’t believe my ears. Antiquing? This poor kid was dragged, kicking and screaming, into every antique store in West Virginia, I think. And several between there and Colorado. I loved going to antique stores. She did not. So, this was new. I asked her what brought on this miraculous transformation. 

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“I don’t know. Just…suddenly, I find myself looking at antiques online. For fun.”

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Ladies and gentleman…there IS life after adolescence!!!

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So, yesterday was our antiquing adventure. We started out by having lunch with Daughter #1, Big, and Little. Oh…if you have children, you know what that did to my heart…sitting there with my Colorado kids! ❤️melt After lunch, Daughter #2 and I went to the Brass Armadillo off I-70 and Kipling.

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We walked in and she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and she gasped.

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“This place is HUGE!”

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Yes, my girl…it is!

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We wandered around for three hours. She kept grabbing my arm and pulling me over to see this or that. Lots of oooohs and aaaahs and wows. Several times she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight and thanked me so much for doing this with her. That’s when I realized…this was SO much more than going to see a bunch of old stuff.

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This was a celebration. Of healing. Of love. Of warm memories shared. Even of forgiveness. This was a bonding ritual…something only she and I could share as the wedding rapidly approaches and her life is forever changed. This was incredibly special. And we enjoyed every minute of it. 

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We didn’t get to see 1/4th of the store before we were both fried. We left arm in arm and headed out to the truck. I drove her back to her car. As she prepared to leave she reached over and kissed me on the cheek.

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“Thank you, mamacita. That was so much fun!”

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You’re welcome, Moon Pie.

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❤️

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“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.”\n

Psalm 127:3 NIV

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\"Camper\" “TOW-Wanda…being towed away to her new life with a boy.”

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Night before last, I put the camper on Facebook Marketplace at 10:00. It sold in thirty minutes! And, there were thirty people right behind the guy I sold it to, ready to step up and pay cash. I was shocked. I was forthright in explaining the camper needed work or would be perfect for a backyard she shed, writer’s nook, guest quarters, or kids playhouse. Still, the price and “camper” were enough to bring everyone out of the woodwork seeking a deal.

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The first person who said he wanted it was a guy who just got married on the 8th. He was so excited to get the camper, he was knowledgeable and fully understood what it was going to take to get her fixed. He wanted to fix up TOW-Wanda so he could take his son camping. He took a picture and sent it to his dad. Then he FaceTimed with his son and I could hear their excitement.

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This guy knew campers. He knew what it would take to really fix her right. I am so glad about that because I was worried someone who didn’t really know about them might get it and not heed my warnings and try to tow it to the mountains. We had a long talk. We negotiated a price that was fair and acceptable to us both. I told him, I could see God’s hand all over this. For me…to learn a valuable lesson about inspecting campers well before you buy them. And for him…to affordably get into a camper that he has the skills to fix so that he can be a good dad to his son. 

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Yes…I lost money on the deal. But, no one got hurt…just my pride. And there’s a little boy out there who is going to be one happy camper when he gets to go out in the mountains with his dad. There is no price tag on the making of a man.

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❤️

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“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”\n

Jeremiah 29:11 NIV

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\"Midsummer’s “Enjoying a midsummer’s eve in Colorado.”

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I was talking about my blog the other day with the owner of a lovely antique store in Minturn, Colorado. Just a stone’s throw from the glitz and glamour of Vail, Minturn still holds that little mining town feel it’s had for decades. It is kind of land bound…there can’t be a ton of new expansion and building outrageous mansions for the rich and famous. The town center is located just two miles off I-70, but it seems like a step back in time.

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I told the owner of the shop that my life experiences are “blog fodder”. Just about everything I do, I look for the gold in the moment. I ask myself, “How can I weave this into an interesting story without sounding like Aunt Bertha describing her breakfast for the umpteenth time?” I always look for ways my posts can be positive, uplifting, encouraging, and even empowering. I want you to come away with something good for your day…even if it’s just a smile or a giggle.

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Yesterday was bittersweet as I began emptying the camper and packing the items away in plastic bins. I need to be able to fit everything in my truck, including what Mr. FixIt brings with him from West Virginia. I’ll list it tomorrow so people can shop over the weekend and hopefully she will find a new home and someone will love her as much as I have. We girl campers have a strong attachment to our little homes on wheels.

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I bought some of those big ziplock bags that you vacuum the air out of and the compress the contents for easy storage. I’d never used them before but they were amazing. Ben and Sue have a huge dining room table to accommodate our large family at dinners. I had the top of that table piled two feet deep with pillows, blankets, towels, and my fur throw. By the time I got the items packed and the air vacuumed out, I couldn’t believe how compact it was. There is room in the back under the tonneau cover for one more large bin with some extra space around them. These bags will easily slip between and on top of the plastic bins, keeping the contents from getting wet.

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When I was finished with my chores for the day, I went out on the back porch to write. Sue has the most beautiful flowers this summer. It has been rainy and cool up to this week so they are thriving. It’s unusual to keep pots this pretty by the middle of July here in the semi-arid climate of Colorado. The air cooled to a reasonable 81 degrees by 8:30 so I sat there for a long time…admiring the beauty of a midsummer’s eve.

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I hope you are enjoying your summer. I was telling Sue at supper list night…I think I’ve only been home a week or so since the last week of May. It’s ok…I’m having a wonderful time and it will only be made better by Mr. FixIt’s arrival on Saturday. Two more sleeps!!!

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❤️

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“In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself.”\n

Ephesians 5:28 NIV

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\"Whitewater “I enjoyed watching the kayakers at Eagle Water Park yesterday.”

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When my brother told me he was going to be at the Day Program all day yesterday, I decided to stop in for a visit to see how he liked it. I needn’t have worried. The activity yesterday morning was drum circle. He has loved the drums ever since he was a little boy and asked Santa for a set of bongos. I enjoyed every minute watching him really get into the music and the rhythm. It was so much fun to see him enjoying himself.

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I stopped at the cemetery on my way to town and visited with Mr. Virgo again. I was disappointed the night before at the state of the cemetery. The weeds were over your knees in some places. I was also disappointed there were no bluebirds. I always see bluebirds when I go and it wasn’t the same.

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Mike is the volunteer caretaker and usually keeps everything really well mowed and trimmed. This year, the rain and cool weather made everything grow so fast, it all got ahead of him. When I arrived there yesterday, he was mowing next to Mr. Virgo’s grave. Three years ago, when I visited the grave for the last time before I made West Virginia my permanent home, Mike was working on some new pine tree seedlings nearby. I went over and introduced myself. I slipped him a crisp $100 bill and asked him if he could keep watch over my husband’s grave for me because I wouldn’t be back for a year. Tears ran down his cheek when he saw the money and he shook my hand warmly.

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“I’d be honored to.”

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I have to say, there were a lot of weeds everywhere, but Mr. Virgo’s grave was neat and tidy. I called Mike over and thanked him profusely for his gentle care. We chatted for a good while as I pulled what little weeds there were. I laughed as I told him how Mr. Virgo would never pull the right plants when he worked in a flower bed because if it had a flower on it, it wasn’t a weed in his book.

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After visiting with my brother, I decided to drive up the road toward Sunlight Ski area. That is where we first lived when we moved to Glenwood in 1986. We had a five bedroom log house on two acres. As I drove up the narrow blacktop, a wave of vivid memories washed over me and I let myself go back to that place in my mind…how it felt to be 33…young, fit, my whole life ahead of me. There were times in the past after the divorce from that marriage where letting myself feel that would have been unbearable. But yesterday was sweet. It was a warm, good memory of when Daughter #1 was Little’s age and I was a stay-at-home mom for the first time in her life.

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Once I’d seen all I needed to see, I headed for Denver. But, I kept being drawn to the river. I stopped at Grizzly Creek and watched a guy in a wetsuit swim out to the middle of the raging water to capture a runaway kayak. It was shocking how fast that water was. I could easily see how people could drown in situations like that.

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I stopped at Eagle Water Park and watched kayakers battle the man made waves and rapids on the Eagle River. I ran into a guy that was camping in his truck and told me the clouds were actually angels and he had some really great pictures of them. I think maybe he’d been partaking in a little “herbal refreshment”, if you catch my drift.

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My next stop was Minturn. There used to be a really cute yarn shop there but it was gone. I went into a little antique store there and chatted with the owner for a while. I purchased a gift for my son-in-law’s birthday. The owner suggested if I had a few minutes to spare, I should go out behind her store and sit on one of the benches along the river and just enjoy…take a minute. I smiled because I’d been seeing signs all over Glenwood the last couple of days imploring people to slow down as they drive through town. 

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I went out back and watched a hawk hover on the warm wind currents over the river. The sun was warm on my skin and a soft breeze blew my hair across my face. I closed my eyes and listened to the white water rolling big rocks along the riverbed. When I looked across the river, my eyes wandered up the slope noting the incredible variety of wildflowers in full bloom. There was a cliff that ran along the roadside. In it, there was a large hole…a den, I’m sure. I wondered what creatures had called it home over the years. 

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I finally pulled myself away and got back on the road. It was going on 3:00 when I got to Vail. I’ll bet I haven’t been in Vail proper in twenty years. I pulled into the parking garage and wandered into the village. There were tourists everywhere, wandering around. I stopped and had a fabulous pizza for an early supper then got back on the road. I hit Denver at about 5:30, but most of the rush hour traffic was heading west.

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It was a beautiful day for a slow meander through the most amazing scenery. I arrived back at my little camper feeling as though I’d been gone a month instead of just a quick overnight. I felt good getting up there. I’ll be back to see my brother and take him with us to the wedding in a couple of weeks. Time is flying!

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❤️

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““But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.”\n

Job 12:7-10 NIV

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\"Grizzly “I stopped at Grizzly Creek to catch a shot of the runoff from the snowmelt.”

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I decided to make a quick trip up to the mountains to see my brother yesterday. We only get to see each other a few short days when I come to Colorado every summer. Bless his heart…I felt he looked better this time than he did last summer. Although he uses a walker all the time now, he seemed stronger. He is shrinking with age and the first thing he always asks me is, “Are you getting taller???”

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My brother has cerebral palsy and some diminished intellectual capacity. His memory has never been very good and it’s only getting worse. He thought I hadn’t come to see him in years but I see him every summer. I told him I would try to figure out how to FaceTime with him. Computers are too complicated for him, but a friend told me about something called a “GrandPad”. I think it’s just for email and pictures though. It doesn’t do video chat. We’ll work something out.

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I was a little saddened by the way this little town I lived in for so many years has grown. There were so many people there yet I saw just about all I wanted to see in a couple of hours. The traffic is terrible. It barely resembles the sleepy little cow town we moved to in 1986. The price of progress is often quality of life. Yes, there’s a lot to do now. But that means everyone and their brother wants to come do it. Good for the economy. Bad for the working person. The price of housing is astronomical.

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I stayed with my good friend Terri last night. We’ve known each other for many, many years and she lives right around the corner from my old house. We drove by on our way to dinner. I had visited the cemetery earlier and talked with Mr. Virgo. I was a little distressed by the overgrown weeds up there. When I mentioned it to Terri later, she pointed out the vacant lots in the subdivision. The weeds and wild grasses are nearly three feet high in some places. Like much of the rest of the country, Colorado has had a very wet and cool year which promotes overgrowth. Then, when things get really hot and dry out in August, there’s a lot of fuel for wildfires. We pray a lot about that here.

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My brother has a full schedule today, so I’m going to head back to Denver. The title for the camper arrived yesterday so I’m going to finish emptying it out and preparing it to sell. Four more sleeps and my sweetheart arrives in Denver!

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❤️

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“Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.””\n

Acts 14:17 NIV

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\"Granddaughter “Little snoozing in the morning sunshine.”

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Yesterday was so much fun. Little absolutely loved sleeping in the camper. She went to sleep much earlier than usual and I had to wake her up in time to have some breakfast before we left for church. She was very excited to go to “Nana’s Church.” The contemporary mega church model suits Little’s personality to a T. She sat with me and was focused on the sermon throughout. She loved the praise and worship music. She was so animated when we came out of church and declared she wants to go every week. I am highly encouraging that because she had a definite light about her when we came out. 

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After church, I took Little home and traded….Big came shopping with me all afternoon. We walked all over Flatirons Crossing Mall, had a delicious lunch at California Pizza Kitchen, enjoyed ice cream on our rest break between stores. She is a frugal shopper and had a wonderful time picking out just what she wanted. As I expected, they were things like athletic wear from Dick’s Sporting Goods…with a definite fashionista flair.

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The weather here in Colorado has been quite lovely. We have had rain just about every day and it cools things off nicely. The nights have been wonderful for sleeping in the camper with just the windows open and maybe a small fan. Daughter #2 is in the process of changing jobs and found out today her new job doesn’t start till after the wedding. That means we get some more time together this week. I’m so happy for her. This new job pays more, utilizes her degree, and sends her in a direction that offers advancement.

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Mr. FixIt is tying up loose ends at home…preparing to fly to Colorado this weekend. I can’t wait to see him! We really miss each other when we’re apart. He has mowing to do and business to attend to. I’ve been looking up things to do to replace the camping portion of our trip. I’d love to show him the Four Corners area and Mesa Verde. We’ll see what all we have time for.

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I hope you enjoyed your 4th of July weekend and have a wonderful Monday!

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❤️

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“Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.”    1 Timothy 5:8 NIV
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\"Twin “Little’s nest in TOW-Wanda!”

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Little is here! She has been at camp all week and we only saw each other for an hour after I arrived last Sunday. I spent a good deal of time with Big this week, so I could hardly wait till Little got back and came over to “camp” with me.

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She is my camper. No one else in my Colorado family is even remotely interested in camping. We had big plans to take the camper up in the mountains and stay a couple of days, but with the unfortunate demise of TOW-Wanda…we had to change plans.

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I have the camper pulled around behind Ben & Sue’s house, underneath a locust tree. It doesn’t offer anything but a feeling of protection from the frequent hail storms we’ve had this week. I’m plugged into electric and water so I have all the comforts of home in my own little suite.

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This incarnation of TOW-Wanda has a queen sized bed with a memory foam mattress that is swoon worthy. It had a bunk bed over the queen bed that also had a memory foam mattress on it. I removed that because I couldn’t sit up without hitting my head. The little dinette collapses down to make a separate twin sized bed that uses the seat cushions for a mattress. Not comfortable for an adult, but just fine for a kid.

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Since I’ll be selling this camper here, I went to Walmart yesterday and bought some plastic tubs with tight fitting lids. I spent a couple of hours yesterday taking things out of the camper and fitting them neatly into the storage bins and put them in the back of my truck underneath the tonneau cover. See? There’s a reason I got that before this trip!

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With all the extras removed, Little has plenty of room to stretch out and be comfortable while she camps with me. We went out for ribs last night. (Big is a vegetarian so Little and I have to get our carnivore cravings satisfied while her sister isn’t with us.) We had “Mamma Mia: The Movie” downloaded on the iPad to watch after dark.

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I don’t get to see my Colorado grands very often…so when I do, I need to make deep and lasting memories with them. Camping with Little last night. Shopping with Big this afternoon. Life is so good!

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❤️

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“Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.”\n

Proverbs 17:6 NIV

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\"East “Looking east as the sun set over Arvada.

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I think I brought the rain with me from West Virginia. We got about an inch of rain in two days in the northwest suburbs of Denver. It dropped from the mid 80’s to 75…then in thirty minutes it dropped down to 60 degrees. Lots of small, pea sized hail but no damage that I can see.

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Along with Colorado’s severe thunderstorms, California had a 7.1 earthquake aftershock last night, Europe is having an unprecedented heat wave, and West Virginia just sits and soaks in sweat. It’s crazy weather. I hope things settle down soon. It’s downright chilly here right now.

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I’ve been “camping” at Ben & Sue’s house. We pulled the camper back under a locust tree for some little bit of protection from the elements. When you are in the camper, even pea and marble-sized hail sounds like a gunshot. Little is going to come join me and “camp” tonight. I had to tell her the camper is broken so we can’t go to the mountains like we wanted to. She is so easy going. She said she didn’t care where we camped, as long as we were together!

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I’m sad I’ll be saying goodbye to this camper sometime this month. It has such a beautiful layout and is pristine inside. I know the right person will come along and be so happy to get her to place on a piece of property or in the back yard. I’ll just keep praying about it. Mr. FixIt put the title in the mail to me today so I should receive it Monday or Tuesday.

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My sweet man arrives in Colorado a week from today! I can hardly wait to see him!!! He’ll be at the baby shower today for our little great grandson due this month. We got him a crib. I’m so sorry I’ll be missing that but I’m busy making memories here!

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❤️

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“He loads the clouds with moisture; he scatters his lightning through them. At his direction they swirl around over the face of the whole earth to do whatever he commands them. He brings the clouds to punish people, or to water his earth and show his love.”\n

Job 37:11-13 NIV

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\"Lilies\" “The beauty of sunshine and lilies.”

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Daughter #2 and I got a chance to spend a few hours together yesterday. We had coffee at the house then went shopping at Target. Man, that store has changed since the last time I went there. I used to shop Target all the time, but we don’t have one anywhere near where we live in West Virginia. After shopping at Walmart all these years, Target looks like an upscale department store.

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We went out to breakfast at Sam’s No. 3…a wonderful diner in Cherry Creek that has the most extensive menu I think I have ever seen. Eggs Benedict was my choice yesterday and it was divine. If you ever go to Denver and get to spend any time there, you really should go.

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We had a big family gathering with those who were in town yesterday. Lots of food and homemade ice cream. The fireworks were going off all around us. And Mother Nature provided some of her own! We had two big storms blow through with a tornado watch and lots of hail. It did succeed in cooling things off immensely, which was very nice.

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I showed the girls the dresses I’ve bought that I could wear to the wedding and we all agreed on one. Also, I gave them the quilt I made for their wedding gift and they loved it! It was a beautiful day with my Colorado family. 

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❤️

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“Listen to your father, who gave you life, and do not despise your mother when she is old.”\n

Proverbs 23:22 NIV

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\"Colorado “Colorado’s sky is always amazing!”

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It seems like I’m in Denver just about every Independence Day. Since I don’t travel here in the winters anymore, I make my trips extra long in the summer and they just about always hit during this fun, but noisy, holiday. As I am writing this, neighborhood fireworks are going off all around me and it sounds like a war zone. 

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Yesterday, I helped Daughter #1 upholster a padded cover for a chest she uses as a coffee table. Their new couch doesn’t have the recliners like her old one and they needed something comfortable to prop up their feet when they watch TV. It turned out beautiful and we were very proud when it was finished.

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Big has her learner’s permit and I rode with them to lunch yesterday. It brought back memories of when I taught her mommy how to drive. I was very pregnant at the time and it was quite an adventure. My granddaughter is a very conservative driver and she did a great job. I cannot imagine learning to drive in Denver traffic! It’s crazy busy here all the time now…not just rush hour.

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I forget how amazingly beautiful Colorado’s sky is! We came out of the grocery store at sunset yesterday and the clouds and light were stunning in every single direction. I stood there like a tourist seeing it for the first time…turning round and round taking pictures in the parking lot.

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Today is full of family, food, and fun! I hope you all have a fun and safe holiday!!!

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❤️

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“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”\n

2 Corinthians 3:17 NIV

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\"Happy “I am a Happy Camper!”

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I danced with my mother. Not literally…but figuratively we went round and round and round. She always knew I loved her and I knew she loved me right back. I made sure of that. But we aggravated the heck out of each other more than I care to admit. We were still moving in that circle when she died rather suddenly at the age of seventy-eight. By that time, my own daughters were well on their way to dancing with me.

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My older daughter was very pregnant with my mother’s first great-grandchild and couldn’t come to her grandma’s funeral. I didn’t bring my younger daughter either because she was only nine and in school. I traveled to mom’s funeral alone half the way, meeting up with my Aunt Rosie in the Charlotte Airport for the last flight in.

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I have good girls. They are as different as night and day and are often like oil and water, but deep down they love each other because they are sisters. I wasn’t always a very good mother to them. There was that long stretch when I was deeply depressed and nearly non-functional. I drank too much and I took too many prescription drugs. When I overdosed, it ripped the fabric of our relationship and I feared I would never, ever get them back.

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We danced our own dance. We went round and round and we didn’t know how to reach each other. I hurt them in ways I couldn’t even begin to fathom till I got well. Then I had to rebuild their trust in me. It was hard, painful work. There were times I was absolutely certain they hated me. But they didn’t really. I wasn’t the only one who had to learn who this new version of me was.

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I watch Daughter #1 with her kids. I watch her face some of the same issues I faced and she handles them so much better than I did because she has a wonderful, stable marriage she isn’t also struggling to fix. I love watching her with the girls. Big is learning to drive. She is tall and athletic…a swimmer. She is bright and accomplished and dedicated. Little is part mini-me…part mini-mom. She is petite and eclectic…artistic and sensitive…bright and compassionate. She is a little shooting star.

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Last night, I sat at swim practice with Daughter #1 and talked for a couple of hours. It was the first time in a long time that I felt like I didn’t have to hold my breath out of fear I’d say or do the wrong thing and not be the mom I should be. That is baggage I am happy to set down. I knitted while we chatted. There was a warm, easy acceptance that flowed between us and I realized I could relax now. We’re ok. It was a long storm, but we weathered it. We’re better with each other. My heart felt full.

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Her kids are older now. She’s had some experience with life that she hadn’t had back when I let them down. I think she gets me a little better these days. We’re all a little older, a little wiser, a little softer. I think now, our dance is sweeter.

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❤️

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“\"Behold, everyone who uses proverbs will use this proverb about you: 'Like mother, like daughter.'”    Ezekiel 16:44 ESV
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\"Snaps “Clockwise from top left: My rig in the summer sun in Kansas, the long straight stretch that is Kansas…look how green!, my digital laser thermometer that I use to check my hub temperatures at every stop, me looking decidedly fresher in the AM than I was by evening!”

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You know you are getting into farm and ranch land when you start seeing billboards advertising bovine genetics and DEKALB seed corn. I left the Lazy Day Campground in Danville, Missouri yesterday morning about 8:00. It was a very long, very HOT day. A section of I-70 was closed at Kansas City so I took the recommended detour. I recognized it as the route I usually take anyway to avoid downtown. There is one interchange on the interstate near the city where you have to get from the right hand side onramp to a left hand side exit in less than 1/4 mile. Pulling a camper makes that a real challenge, let me tell you!!! At least it wasn’t with big TOW-Wanda on a Friday night at rush hour. We have to look for the little things!

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When I was emptying the tanks on the camper before I left yesterday, it wasn’t 8:00 yet and the sun would take the hide right off of you. The temperature quickly soared to the high 90’s and by the time I was halfway through Kansas, it was 100. The low was only expected to go down to 80 so I stopped and got a hotel room. When I first got in the room, I cranked up the air conditioner and stretched out on the bed. I texted Mr. FixIt and said, “I am NEVER doing this again!!!” He texted back that I don’t have to. I’m holding him to it! 

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Ok, it was the third day. It was hard. It was hot. I was tired and probably a little hungry and dehydrated. And knowing I have over 350 more miles to go had me feeling really sorry for myself there for a few minutes. But, once I rested for a while and got something to eat and drink, I felt a ton better. When I stop tonight, it’s going to be at my son-in-law’s parents’ house so I’ll be with family. It’s going to take me a week to rest up and acclimate to the altitude. Mr. FixIt will join me on the 13th so that time will pass quickly.

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I had a lot of time to think about this as I was driving yesterday. I don’t like being this far away from Mr. FixIt. I thought about that from every angle. I asked myself if it was co-dependency. I don’t think it’s that at all. I do all kinds of things without him and I don’t need to be attached at the hip. I talked with my dear friend Deneene about this last night. She lost her husband unexpectedly about a year after Mr. Virgo died. She is also recently remarried. We decided it’s not co-dependency at all. It’s the fact that we KNOW what can happen and how quickly it can come. I don’t think it’s that I’m doing something without him. It’s that I’m doing something so far away from him and I can’t get to him quickly. THAT I don’t like at all.

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Still, it is fun in many ways. I’ve seen some beautiful countryside. The sky was blue and wide open. I’ve forgotten what that looks like living in West Virginia. (I took the picture while driving but my phone was in a cradle and all I did was touch the screen. No eyes off the road for me!) I don’t have anything pressing to do once I get to Denver so I can relax and catch up on my rest, keep myself really hydrated to counteract the altitude, knit, write, and visit with my Colorado peeps. I could not believe how green Kansas is. They had the same long, drawn out, wet spring everyone else had. It is so hard to believe the temperature is in the high 90’s in Colorado and one week ago they had two feet of snow. Crazy weather!

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Oh, see that picture bottom right? That’s my digital laser thermometer. After burning up an axle in Indiana two summer ago, I check my hubs religiously…every time I stop and get out of the truck. I know you can just put your hand down there and feel if it’s hot, but how hot is too hot and if it IS that hot, you’ll burn the heck out of your hand. I keep watch on it and it’s always between 100-110. That’s perfect. If it goes up, it means the bearings need grease.

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Well, I’m on the last leg of this Grand Adventure. The last leg of the first part of it, anyway! It’s just me and Jesus…making our way west!

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❤️

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“….“The Lord watch between you and me, when we are out of one another’s sight.”

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Genesis 31:49 ESV

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#Separation, #Marriage, #Adventure

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\"Good “I use a French press a lot when I camp. I have a manual grinder, too.”

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So, yesterday morning I took my time waking up. I do that when I travel.  My Bible app has a year long study where you read the whole bible in a year. With the trip to Florida, being sick, and getting ready for this trip, I was thirteen days behind. I don’t like to get behind on that one because there’s a good deal to read every day. I spent a little extra time reading while I enjoyed a tasty cup of coffee. I chatted with Mr. FixIt for a while. I finally got on the road about 10:00. 

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The drive was uneventful. I usually drive in silence because I do my best thinking when I drive. But I wanted to listen to music so I pulled into a rest area and tried to figure out how to connect my phone to the sound system on the truck. It took me a few tries but soon I was bebopping down the highway listening to some praise music.

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Around 3:00, I pulled into another rest area and stretched out in front of my hillbilly air conditioner again. When I was almost to St. Louis, Mr. FixIt called. We were chatting as the GPS took me around the city. Still…it was 5:00…on a Friday…in June! Heck of a time to go through there. I wasn’t on the phone long because I needed to concentrate. 

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Suddenly, two things happened. I noticed the sky got really dark all of a sudden. And, Mavis…my GPS persona…announce I-70 was closed. Closed? Are you kidding me? How do you close a whole interstate. I had to make some quick decisions but the weather did it for me. The sky opened and I was suddenly driving through what looked like a car wash. 

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I quickly pulled off the highway and into a Denny’s parking lot. I ran through the rain and jumped in the camper. I pulled my vegetable lasagna out of my 12v slow cooker and ate dinner while I watched both an amazing lightning show as well as a band of bright red storms march toward me on the Weather Channel radar. 

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I looked through the Good Sam Camping Guide and found a campground on the other side of St. Louis. I called and they had one site left. I should have called yesterday morning but I honestly forgot it was Friday. I seldom make reservations when I travel and so far I have never lacked a place to stay.

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Before long, the storm was past me and I got back behind the wheel. The detour took about an hour because it was bumper to bumper stop and go traffic for 19 miles. I arrived at the campground and registered. They showed me to my site and it’s perfectly lovely. When I was at Walmart yesterday, I bought a replacement shower head for my camper. I installed it after I arrived last night. Easy peasy. And, the hot water heater worked! Imagine that! We hadn’t even tried it out yet. 

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As soon as I could, I jumped in that teeny tiny little shower. It was easier to FIX the shower than it was to TAKE one! Once I was all done, I felt like a million bucks. If you look at the map, I am almost exactly at the halfway point. That’s great…but I still have a long way to go! I’m not going to try to make it to Colorado tomorrow. I’ll take it easy and stop in western Kansas or eastern Colorado.

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Learned a lot of things today. 1) Make reservations if your camping on a Friday. 2) Pay closer attention to the calendar. 3) Check further ahead for weather and road conditions. 4) Changing a shower head is easy. 5) Listening to praise music is a great prep tool for stressful circumstances!

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Enjoy your Saturday!

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❤️

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“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.”\n

James 1:2-4 ESV

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\"A “A Shady Spot”

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If you would have asked me at 10:00 Wednesday night, I would have told you (as I told you this morning) there was NO WAY I was going to leave for Colorado yesterday morning. Ahhhh…but, once I got past the icky stomach, took my tummy medicine, and slept a solid eight hours, it was a whole different ballgame.

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Because I was getting up and down, I slept in the guest room so I wouldn’t wake up Mr. FixIt. I awoke before dawn…around 5:00…and felt great. I read my devotionals and caught up on some correspondence then my sweetheart came to check on me around 7:00. I met him with a big smile and said I was good to go! He smiled back with relief. He doesn’t like it when I’m sick anymore that the other way around.

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It took a couple of hours to finish packing the truck and camper and I was on the road by 9:00. My first stop was Walmart to pick up a few things. I had some things to return. I got back to the camper and put away my purchases and got in the truck. There were my return items sitting on the front seat. Oy! I really didn’t want to cart them to Colorado so I went back in and stood in a long, slow line. But, it’s done and I was out before too long.

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The next and final stop was gas and a great big drink to stay hydrated on my trip. The young gal behind the counter was very excited because she is leaving on vacation today. Her very first camping trip! Well, I turned right back around and talked with her for awhile! I sure hope she has a grand time and decides to keep right on camping! Those first few camping trips are critical. You’ll either love it or hate it.

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It was really hot yesterday and about midway through my drive, I pulled over into a rest area to stretch out on my bed. Well, it was over 90 degrees! Of course, when you pull into a rest area, there’s no electricity, so no AC. You need to improvise. The last time I drove cross country alone, I stopped in Kansas for a rest and needed to do something to cool off. I had a tiny little battery fan and a cold pack from the freezer. It worked ever so slightly, but it wasn’t long before the cold pack was melted and that was the end of that.

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When I was at Walmart yesterday, I bought two 10” fans that are powered by fan and batteries. I’ve also taken to carrying a very large bottle of water that I keep in the freezer of the camper. Went I stretched out on my bed yesterday, I sat the large frozen container in a basin and put the fan behind it. I also had three water bottles I had frozen. I set them up in front of the other fan. I positioned myself in front of the cool air and had a lovely mini siesta. Perfect! I popped all the bottles back in the freezer before I pulled back on the highway.

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\"Hillbilly “Hillbilly Air Conditioner!”

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That right there is a little hillbilly ingenuity. Appalachians are a resourceful lot. I arrived at my favorite little campground in Richmond, Indiana at around 5:30…had supper from my slow cooker and enjoyed the beautiful surroundings as the sun went down. I tried to keep from turning on the AC, but it was still 85 degrees at 8:00 and I was done with the heat by that time. I’ve never slept all night with the AC on in this little camper. It’s pretty noisy in this tiny little space.

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I wrote early last night so I could have a good solid night’s sleep. Yesterday was a long day, but I didn’t get very far. That’s usually how it works on the first day out. For me, anyway. I monitored all the systems on the camper and the truck and everything worked just as it should so I don’t foresee any difficulties. As always, I say my prayers for travel mercies. I appreciate when you do, as well.

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Have a beautiful Friday!!!

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❤️

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“Guard me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from violent men, who have planned to trip up my feet.”\n

Psalms 140:4 ESV

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\"Tonneau “A tonneau cover turned out to be an extraordinary pargain!”

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I told you all yesterday about our great find…a tonneau cover for my truck. We installed it yesterday and it was SO easy. It only took about fifteen minutes to do. We had to trim a couple small places in order for the tailgate to close, but that was super easy to do. We didn’t realize exactly how good this deal was till Mr. FixIt looked up this particular model of cover. New, they sell for nearly $800! And the carpeted bed liner sells for almost $500! We got them both for $75!!! Ok, I’m a little excited! Such a good bargain hunter I have for a husband.

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We went to the farm yesterday. It appears the young man we had arranged to mow the yard…didn’t. But that’s ok. It is still mow-able without having to bale it. It is awfully wet out there. In the two weeks we were gone, the farm got over four inches of rain. We only got two at the Ponderosa. The ground is soggy when you walk out there. The house at the farm sits back in a holler and doesn’t get much sunlight. It’s nice for keeping cool, but causes a lot of problems with mold and mildew.

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We noticed some evidence of termites this time. The first time I’ve seen that so we need to jump on that right away. I did a deep cleaning out there because my uncle is coming for a visit while I’m in Colorado and I wanted fresh bed linens for him. I mopped the floors and dusted. Mr. FixIt cleared off the back porch and scrubbed it down. Everything looked wonderful when we were finished.

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I had every intention of leaving for Colorado today, but have decided to wait till tomorrow. This way I don’t have to run at breakneck speed getting everything done and I can take my time. The linens have all been washed and put back on the bed. I have some items to take out of the camper…things I took camping at Blackwater Falls and won’t need on this trip. This will cut down on the weight I pull which will improve my fuel consumption.

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Oh, another thing Mr. FixIt did for me. Something was wrong with the water pump in the little camper. A water pump is supposed to turn on, build up pressure, then shut off. It only comes back on when the water pressure drops as you’re using water in the sink or toilet. Mine wouldn’t shut off. It ran on and on and was dreadfully loud. While we were in Florida, we discussed it and I ordered a new pump. It was here when we returned. Mr. FixIt installed it yesterday and it works perfectly! Now the only things I have to do is replace the shower nozzle and test out the hot water heater and we’re in business. Having your own shower when you camp is such a luxury.

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I’m really getting excited now about the trip. I can’t wait to see my Colorado family…I’ve missed them so much! Today will be fun packing and preparing for a much needed road trip. Many of you asked yesterday. Mr. FixIt will fly out in a few weeks to join me before the wedding. Then, we will camp around Colorado and all the way back across the country. I’ve been looking forward to this trip for a whole year…I can hardly wait to get started and savor every single moment!!!

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❤️

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“Blessed shall you be when you come in, and blessed shall you be when you go out.”    Deuteronomy 28:6 ESV
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\"Tonneau “Tonneau Cover for a Pickup”

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My old truck had a fiberglass topper on it. It was really nice. I had the top lined with a carpet liner as well as a carpet bed liner. I had a couple of garment rods, a light, and two 12v outlets installed as well. It had a rack on the roof for my kayak. It was a sweet setup. Then, when my truck was totaled, the topper and all it’s accouterments went with it.

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My new-to-me truck just has a plastic bed liner. There have been many times I have wished I had some way to tote things on my trips without necessarily having them visible to anyone who parks right beside us. I happened to mention this to Mr. FixIt the other day. He doesn’t forget things like this. We’ll get back to that in a minute.

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A lot of things fell into place yesterday. First, we thought we might need new tires before I head to Denver. Mr. FixIt called all around and finally found a suitable pair for a reasonable price at Sam’s, but still…mounted and balanced…four tires were going to cost nearly $800! A chunk of change, to be sure. That’s the price of owning a truck.

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We signed in at the tire desk, ordered the four tires, and paid for them. It was going to take about two hours so we started wandering around the store. About ten minutes later, they paged me overhead and we went back to the auto department. It turns out, I had a little over half the tread left on the tires and he didn’t want me to buy something I didn’t need.

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How refreshing! Thank you, Brandon!

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I did ask them, since they already had the truck back there, to please rotate the tires so they did that. As we were looking around the store, Mr. FixIt got a text. He said he had found a used tonneau cover for my truck for $150. I texted the woman selling it. She asked if I could also use a carpet bed liner! Well, yes…as a matter of fact. She then went on to tell me she was sick and tired of advertising stuff and if I wanted them both, she would sell them together for $75. Score! Now I can have a cover over my stuff during the Colorado trip.

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We went to pick up our mail at the post office and there was my new water pump for the camper. Mr. FixIt can get that put in for me today, I can clean out my camper and restock it, run to town, change the oil on the truck, and leave for my trip west…maybe on Wednesday! I am really looking forward to seeing my kids and grandkids so if everything lines up like this, I’ll be on my way sooner rather than later.

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Another road trip, Ranchers! Head ‘em up…move ‘em out!

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❤️

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“The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.”\n

Proverbs 16:9 ESV

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\"Tractor “My birthday present…a shade for the tractor!”

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Mr. FixIt and I were in Florida on my birthday. Like most men…smart men, anyway…he wanted me to tell him what I would like for my birthday. I told him, if I were younger, I would dearly love to have a chainsaw. He smiled. I told him all the great things I would do with a chain saw. The only thing is, I don’t have the upper body strength to do much with a chain saw anymore. So it was a rather moot point.

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I couldn’t think of anything else. I don’t need tchotchkes. I like to buy my own clothes. I don’t need jewelry or anything fancy. Experiences are the best, but I was even drawing a blank for that. Finally, I told him there would come a moment when I would know exactly what I would like to have for my birthday and he could buy it then.

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After church yesterday, we stopped at Lowes to pick up some dust masks so I can mow without worrying about getting another sinus infection. While we were there, I turned to Mr. FixIt. 

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“Do they make some sort of umbrella or something to put on the riding mower so when I’m out mowing, I’m not sitting out in the hot sun?”

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“I’m sure they do, sweetheart. Let’s go look.”

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We came around the corner to the riding mower display and there, before my very eyes, was exactly what I wanted! My husband always looks at me in a rather bemused way…as though I’m some sort of strange and exotic creature he’s never seen before. And, I suppose in a way, I am. He has never known a woman who would want a sunshade for the riding mower as her birthday present.

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When we got home, he put my shade together and…unfortunately…there was a piece that was broken on it. I managed to fiddle with it and made it work yesterday while I was mowing, but we will return it for one that isn’t broken. It worked really well. The only think is, you have to be really careful when you are going under trees because the low hanging limbs will knock it down. 

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When I finished mowing, I came around the corner and Mr. FixIt was in the pool cleaning it out so that when I was done, I could take a refreshing dip. What a sweet man! Afterward, we went to the local pizza joint. We ran into my cousins and visited with them while we ate. It was a perfect, sunny summer day. My grandma would have declared we are “knee deep in June.” She would have been absolutely correct!

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❤️

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“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.\"”\n

Genesis 8:22 ESV

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\"Vacation “Clockwise from top: The BEST Carolina BBQ I have EVER eaten…Phifers!, I almost finished one sock this trip, Griffen the Grey (a French Bulldog), a field of yellow lilies.”

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I love a good road trip. And I love getting back to my own bed. In this case…the one in TOW-Wanda! I have missed this camper so much while we were gone. Isn’t that silly? Mr. FixIt and I were trying to explain to our friends in South Carolina the merits of sleeping in our little camper out on our property with this really great memory foam mattress. I think they got it. No matter…we made a bee line home yesterday and I barely emptied the truck before I was stretched out and writing this!

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I got a text from Big yesterday asking if we were about to get hit with some bad storms. I thought we had dodged them, but apparently not. We stopped in Statesville, NC at an RV dealer to get something when the sky started looking really menacing. We hurried over to our favorite BBQ joint and just got seated when the rain started coming down in buckets.

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This barbecue place was just a chance find a couple of years ago. We stopped over night in Statesville that trip and the gal at the front desk said we had to go to Phifer’s for the best BBQ in North Carolina. Now, I’m not a huge fan of the North Carolina style sauce. It has more of a mustard base and has a distinct vinegary taste to it. But theirs? Oh…..my…..gosh. It is sublime!

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I asked the nice BBQ lady yesterday what the best thing on their menu was. She said, “ALL of the things!” I said…bring it!

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I had a BBQ sandwich with the slaw on it. And a side of fries. I am a fast eater. Mr. FixIt is always getting on me about that. Not yesterday. I savored every last morsel. And, I kid you not, when I beheld the last bite between my thumb and index finger…I felt sad. It was over! It ended far too soon!!! It was a heady experience that I wanted to hang onto. The sauce has just the slightest kick to it. And it seemed there were red pepper flakes in the meat itself. So my mouth held onto this delicious warmth for an hour or so afterwards. I have never experienced food in such a way before!

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I want to get back in the car and live next door to this place.

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Is that so unreasonable?

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Ok…ok. I’ll just have to wait till the next time, I suppose. Uber eats would be WAY over the top, right? 

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It rained on us part of the way home but it wasn’t too bad. I almost finished knitting one sock of the pair. I caught a picture of a field of yellow lilies. And there’s little Griffen, the grey! He was just as kissable as he looks.

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And here it the very best part…there was NO water in the basement!!! Thank you, Jesus…we’re coming to Your house this morning!

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❤️

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“Go, eat your bread with joy, and drink your wine with a merry heart, for God has already approved what you do.”\n

Ecclesiastes 9:7 ESV

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\"Live “A canopy of live oak lines a stately boulevard in the equestrian city of Aiken, South Carolina.”

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I don’t know if y’all consider South Carolina to be the “Deep South” or not, but I do. Anything south of the Mason Dixon line is Deep South to me. I love the south. Southern hospitality, amazing architecture and delicious taste sensations await you in the south. When you can sit and get as much moisture off the outside of a cold glass of iced tea as there is liquid inside…you are celebrating the Summer Solstice in the Carolinas.

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When we left the condo yesterday morning, we made a bee line for St. Augustine where I met up with my longest long-time friend…my sister of another mother…my partner in crime…mi amiga who would open a can of whoop a** on anyone who ever did me wrong….THAT friend. We jumped out of our cars and ran into each other’s arms. We haven’t seen each other since my mom died fifteen years ago and our reunion has been long overdue.

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We crammed a lot into the following two and a half hours till we finally had to kiss and hug over the car door for another half hour. That’s a southern thing…the long front porch goodbye then the longer driveway goodbye. We finally tore ourselves away and headed for Aiken, South Carolina.

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My dear friend Deneene and her husband Mark got married this spring and we were unable to attend because we were away at the OBX. We had never been to their home nor had we met the newest member of the family…a lovely blue-grey French bulldog named Griffen. Shortly after we arrived, we went to visit Mary…a Sister on the Fly I met in Nashville four years ago at the Country Living Fair. Deneene and Mary met here and somehow I came up in the conversation and they both knew me. Small world.

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We went on a “windshield tour” of Aiken and saw much of the equestrian facilities. We drove around and ogled the stately homes along wide boulevards connected by tunnels of live oak dripping with Spanish moss. The air was sticky and hot and we soon found ourselves at Deneene and Mark’s favorite ice cream parlor. I had a blackberry ice cream that made me swoon, it was so good.

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I caught this picture of the lovely old live oak canopy. Mark stopped and let me out so I could patiently wait for the traffic to subside in order to get as unobstructed a view as possible. I stood in the middle of the street and marveled at the view. The story is, a physician used to drive his horse and carriage up this boulevard to and from his rounds. His wife felt so sorry for him in the scorching Carolina sunshine so she had these live oak trees planted to provide him shade.

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It was a lovely day and evening. Old friends are the touchstones we have with our former selves. Love knows no distance. Nor does it know time. Each visit picked up right where we left off the last time. You almost feel like, “So, anyway…as I was saying…” And they totally know what you’re talking about. That’s a GOOD friend…a dear friend…an honest and true friend.

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What an incredible honor it is to have friends like that.

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Today we head on home. It will be at least a ten hour day. I knitted all day yesterday. I can’t ask Mr. FixIt to do all the driving today though. I have to do my share. But I do so love to knit while we drive. We have periods of animated conversations. And, we have periods of companionable silence. We are great travel companions, come to find out.

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❤️

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“Again the watchman reported, \"He reached them, but he is not coming back. And the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimshi, for he drives furiously.\"”\n

2 Kings 9:20 ESV

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\"Vacation “Vacation Photos: The Making of Memories”

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The idea of a vacation was totally foreign to me till I was in my late twenties. My family were not big travelers. We didn’t go to the beach every summer like many of my friends’ families did. We didn’t go camping or hike or play on the river that was a mere five blocks from our house. My Grandma was only west of the Mississippi a couple of times in her life. The first was to see my Uncle Sonny get his wings as an Air Force pilot. The second was when she went to Minnesota to visit my aunt’s resort on Lake Kabetogama. Two vacations in her life.

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We didn’t have the money to have extravagant vacations. We visited my aunt and uncle over near the eastern panhandle of West Virginia for a week every summer. That was as close to a vacation that I ever got until I was married to Hubby #2. Our first real vacation was a road trip, car camping around Colorado. After that, we went to West Virginia several times to visit family and one year we went on a twenty mile backpack trip there.

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The first extravagant vacation we had was a trip to Cancun with friends the year before I had Daughter #2. We went to Hawaii once, but it was very difficult to get him away from his practice for very long. We did quick trips to DC, Yellowstone, and Disney. After he and I parted company, I traveled alone whenever I could. I took Daughter #2 on a three week road trip when she turned thirteen and took her to Mexico for her sixteenth birthday.

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When Mr. Virgo came along, we had great plans to travel when he retired. We did go on a long road trip for our honeymoon. We went to Utah once, and Yellowstone twice. In the summer of 2011, I took him to West Virginia to meet my family. He wanted to take me to Europe to see all the beautiful places he had been. We were buying a camper for retirement when he died.

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Heading out on my own again, this time with my own little camper, I found travel to be my solace…my escape…a panacea for the pain of losing my husband. I traveled a lot in those years following his death. And, I was still on the road when my Uncle Bud called me home to live on the family farm. Even living there seemed like a vacation…a dream vacation luxuriating in the memories of my loving family.

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Then, Mr. FixIt came along. Thankfully, he was retired and itching to get out and do things. We’ve already accomplished more travel in the short time we’ve been together than I did in the last thirty years. But, is it really “vacation” when you’re retired? Yes and no. No, because every day is Saturday, to some extent. We aren’t bound by the clock and time is somewhat our own. Yes when you consider all the work our properties entail.

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I am so grateful for the opportunities to travel and see new places. I know there may come a time in the future when I may not get to do these things, so I’m making up for lost time. I’m banking memories like a squirrel hiding nuts. Someday, I’ll look back on all this…I’ll read the pages of this blog or my book…and have some wonderful stories to tell.

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❤️

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“I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil—this is God's gift to man.”    \n

Ecclesiastes 3:12-13 ESV

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\"Daytona “Clockwise from Top Left: Hibiscus, Chasing the rain, Low Country Shrimp & Grits, Fishing Boats, New yarns & a present, interesting sand castle.”

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One of my readers sent me a message the other day and said I simply MUST go check out the little yarn shop in Ormond Beach. I told her I would sure try to get there. But, I’ve purchased yarn everywhere the last year and I just was having a hard time justifying going because I knew I wouldn’t get out the door without at least two more sock yarns.

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I was right! After receiving a little nudge from her yesterday, I told Mr. FixIt we should head to She Sells Yarn after our walk on the beach. He is such a good sport. He’ll take me anywhere I want to go. We walked in and I introduced myself. The owner (Helen) said, “Oh! You have a gift here!!!” Sure enough, there was a little package with my name on it and a jaunty “Happy Birthday” message written on the bag. Inside were little locally-made turtle stitch markers! Thank you, Cindy!!! That was so sweet of you to think of me!

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She Sells Yarn is a beautiful shop with a wonderful collection of yarns. I am always partial to locally raised, spun, or dyed yarns and this place didn’t disappoint. One in particular that intrigued me was String Theory Colorworks’ “Matrix”…a blend of 80% SW Merino, 10% Cashmere, and 10% Stellina (to give it sparkle…who doesn’t like a little sparkly in their socks?) This yarn is developed and “lovingly hand dyed” by a husband/wife duo living in Orlando. He is an engineer, she is a biology major. One day she asked, “Honey? Wouldn’t it be cool if…?” And the ball got rolling. She started dying yarn that night with a mathematically determined pattern that would guarantee an even repeating stripe pattern. With their backgrounds, they decided all their yarns had to have science-y names. And the rest is history.

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The other yarn is by Violet Flamingo Fibers of Satellite Beach, Florida. Wendy uses ethically sourced and cruelty free fibers for happy socks with good karma. The yarns are all hand dyed in beautiful colorways named after local attractions, flora, and fauna. I chose a mix of bright primary colors called Daytona Beach Boardwalk. This fingering weight yarn is a blend of 85% merino and 15% nylon which will knit up into a lovely, non-pilling sock.

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Thursday night is Fiber Friends night at She Sells Yarn so I am looking forward to toting my knitting down and chatting with some of the local makers and meeting new friends. We’ve heard there have been terrible rains in West Virginia since we’ve been gone so we are heading out Friday to drive home with stops along the way to visit dear friends. Even with my darned sinus infection, we’ve still had a wonderful, very restful and relaxing vacation. It won’t be long after we get home that I’ll be packing up the camper and heading to Colorado!

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Stay tuned in the coming weeks for some really fun and interesting developments in my world! I’m getting excited…and you should, too!

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❤️

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“Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!”    \n

Psalms 90:17 ESV

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\"Writing “I can’t think of many places that are prettier to write than at the beach!”

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If writing is my “job”, then I’m always working…every day…365. It doesn’t FEEL like work. They say if you find something you love to do, you’ll never work another day in your life. And I do love to write. I once tried to calculate how many words I’ve written since Mr. Virgo died. I stopped at a million. That was a long time ago.

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Everything I see or do becomes “blog fodder”. An opportunity to tell a story, share an insight, or discover new places together. I love telling stories. Where I find my stretch is in writing “content”….a disconnected observation without personal viewpoints involved. It’s more like news reporting. I have been contracted to do some of this type of writing and it doesn’t come nearly as easy to me.

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Back when I first attempted writing, I asked a press writer/photographer to read some of my work and give me an honest opinion. He told me it would never be publishable. I put too much of myself in my writing. In his defense, this was before blogs. But still, he was the wrong person to ask, or take and opinion from. If I hadn’t have listened to him, I might have been writing for the the last twenty years instead of the last six.

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Part of this new project does use my writing style, and I am most grateful for that. I am blessed that I have a husband who knew from the get go that my writing is as much a part of me as my arms or legs. He isn’t the kind of guy that needs babysitting or entertained on an ongoing basis. He has his own interests that he pursues when I sit down at the keyboard. I am careful to keep things balanced, but when I am working on a deadline, I have to get in the zone.

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Can you think of a prettier place to sit and write than on the beach? My only problem this day was the wind and my shorter haircut. The wind slowly sent my beach umbrella listing at a forty-five degree angle. And it had my hair in my face and eyes to the point of utter distraction. I packed up and moved up to the pool area. Much less wind and reflection on the screen of my iPad, but by then, my battery was low. 

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At that point, my only option if I wanted to get this thing knocked out was to go back indoors. It was a good thing Mr. FixIt was ready to go inside, as well. A pitcher of ice tea was made. Some peanut butter and crackers and a bowl of berries were consumed. And my sweetheart headed off to Walmart for a loaf of bread and a jug of milk so I could get back to work without distraction.

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I write. It’s what I do. I’ve said it before…I can’t NOT write. I’ve tried. Those of you who have been with me all along can surely remember the times I’ve said, “Hey! I’m going camping and I’ll be off the grid for a few days…see ya when I get back!” Yeah, not so much. I will drive to the top of a mountain to find enough cell signal to post a story. It’s a sickness. An obsession. An addiction. But it’s one I have no intention of walking away from because the benefits I have gained from my writing has far outweighed any inconvenience it has caused.

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Till tomorrow…be blessed!

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❤️

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“Beautiful words fill my mind, as I compose this song for the king. Like the pen of a good writer my tongue is ready with a poem.”   \n

Psalm 45:1 GNT

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\"Florida “Father’s Day in Florida…a little slice of Heaven!”

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It wasn’t that many years ago that I looked on as “old people” toddled into restaurants to eat dinner at 4:00 in the afternoon. The “Early Bird Special”.  “Bonkers!” I thought. “What on earth are they doing eating at this time of day? Don’t they know how to have FUN anymore?”

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HA!

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Guess who can’t eat anything other than Raisin Bran after 5:00??? Yeah…what goes around, comes around, don’t it?

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So Father’s Day started out great. A lovely breakfast served to my sweet man…father to a great family…love of my heart. Then, we headed to the Ponce deLeon Lighthouse. We’ve been there before. It was earlier in the day…I was in much better shape…and it wasn’t so darned hot the last time. The “feels like” temperature yesterday when we arrived at said lighthouse was 98 degrees. 

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When you came out of the drastically air conditioned gift shop into the Florida heat and humidity at 1:00 in the afternoon, it seriously felt like walking into a sauna. And, there were signs everywhere that said “No water bottles.” Among other important things to leave behind like pets and flip flops. 

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Seriously? You want a slightly pudgy West Virginian with heat intolerance to climb up 203 steps…without water…or air, for that matter. Ok, I’ve done it before…I’m sure I can do it again. As I climbed the stairs, I got to the first landing and remembered. THIS was the lighthouse I didn’t like before. It gets narrower and narrower the further up you go till it becomes really tight. AND…they don’t open the windows so there is zero air flow.

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The last time I felt like this was in 1989 when I climbed up the interior staircase of the hidden inner pyramid of Chichen Itza. Very narrow, steep stairs, slippery with the dampness, only the occasional incandescent bulb hanging dimly to lead your way. Four of us entered…our good friends, Hubby #2, and me. Only two of us made it up. Me and our friend’s husband. The others backed out with feelings of claustrophobia. 

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This felt tight and close like that and by the time I got up to that first flight, I couldn’t breathe. It was the heat and being out of and still feeling the effects of illness. There’s nothing wrong with saying, “Nope…not doing this one!” I went down and out and sat in a rocker on the front porch of the lighthouse keeper’s house, waiting for Mr. FixIt to come out on the balcony above.

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He snapped a few pictures and chatted with some folks from Roanoke then gave me a jaunty wave. When he came back down, he looked like a drowned rat. It was time to cool off and we headed for the air conditioned museums.

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Once we were cooler, we headed to the truck and drove down to New Smyrna Beach. I’ve got to tell you, driving down that narrow little street with the Father’s Day crowds didn’t feel much different than climbing that ever narrowing lighthouse with no air. I couldn’t believe how many people were crowded into such a tiny area. 

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I’ve been there before so I didn’t really need to get out. But it was Father’s Day…we do for the ones we love. I won out when we finally found ONE parking spot in a lot. You pay by entering your driver’s license number and stick in your credit card. When the fee came up in the window, I nearly fell over. $20.00! You had to pay for a full day. Nope! Not doing that either.

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We headed back toward our condo and we both decided we were hungry and wanted seafood. We came by Blackbeard’s Inn and remembered eating there the last time we were in Florida. We pulled in and had such a good meal. Blue crab cake and coconut shrimp with a baked potato. All perfectly delicious.

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What time was it, you ask? 

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4:00

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The Early Bird Special!

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sigh

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❤️

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‬‬“Do not reject me now that I am old; do not abandon me now that I am feeble.”    ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭71:9‬ ‭GNT
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\"Home “The Storm King House”

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Oh, sometimes those memories that pop up on your timeline are killers, aren’t they? On my birthday, five years ago, I put my Colorado house on the market. I bought this house when Hubby #2 and I split up. It was about a third built and I chose my colors, carpeting, cabinets and countertops, and all the plumbing and lighting fixtures. Even though Daughter #2 was only eleven years old, she spent three weeks at a time with each of us. It was, essentially, the first time I’d ever lived sort of alone.

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I was so proud of the house. I did the landscaping myself…laying sod, planting trees and flowers. This was before the days of “TOW-Wanda” so my little house was my sanctuary. I decorated like girls lived there…because, they did. I had green and white striped sofas and lots of florals. No TV. The antique rolltop desk that my uncle left to me when he died sat where an entertainment center was supposed to go.

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I didn’t have curtains. I needed all the light I could get. I loved that house. Then, Mr. Virgo came along. Six months after he moved into the house, he diplomatically asked if I had ever given any thought to redecorating. I think the fru-fru girly stuff was getting to his mountain man sensibilities. I acquiesced and when we were married, we got rid of all the furniture and started over.

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A friend of mine was moving to Hilton Head and didn’t want to take the furniture from her million dollar house, so I bought about $25,000 worth of furniture from her for $4,000. We painted the first floor living area as loft gold, hung tapestry valances, and brought in the new furniture. We had the painting behind the dining room table done by a Colorado artist. And we found the breakfast table and chairs at a local furniture store.

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I felt so….grown up. All this sophisticated furniture with my homey touches of family antiques filled my heart. I really, REALLY loved my house. 

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Then Mr. Virgo died. We had just refinanced the house five months before he died. In order to give us flexibility with payments, we went with a thirty year mortgage with the understanding we would pay it off quickly when we were flush and still stay afloat on the lean months. Now I was faced with a tenth of the income and a mortgage that wouldn’t be paid off till I was ninety years old!

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I quickly began to hate the house. It needed new carpet, new windows, new appliances, new paint. It was nickel and dime-ing me to death. And there were memories around every corner. I couldn’t stand it. I stayed away as much as I could. They tell you not to make any major decisions in the first year after losing your spouse. So, I waited till the next summer and decided to sell. 

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I wouldn’t change a thing, really. I made my decisions based on what I was faced with in the moment. I suppose, maybe I could have kept the house and rented it out, but that just presents a whole different set of problems. We went through that when we rented it out for three years while we worked around the state. In reality, it would have been cumbersome.

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Do I miss it? I don’t know…I look at these pictures and remember how beautiful it was. I remember all my stuff I had in it. I think the thing I miss the most is that great front porch. But that is not the life I live now. That was then. This is now. I have a life now that I wouldn’t trade for the world. And, when we build our retirement home, we can make it any way we want it. And I’ll have a big front porch just like this one. That’s the one thing I’ll ask for special.

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Facebook Memories….sometimes they blindside you. Sometimes they show you’re right where you’re supposed to be. 

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❤️

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“For every house is built by someone, but God is the builder of everything.”    Hebrews 3:4 NIV
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\"Night “Happy Birthday, to ME!”

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June is my birthday month. 

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I love June. I love my birthday. So I just combine them and celebrate the whole month!

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After sleeping twelve hours straight on Tuesday night, Mr. FixIt and I went down to the beach and walked then played in the pool for a while. After lunch, I took a three hour nap. Seeing a trend there? It’s all about ME ‘cause it’s my birthday month!

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Just as I woke up, Mr. FixIt walked in to make sure I didn’t sleep too long and not be able to sleep later. Then he asked me that question every woman longs to hear.

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“How would you like to go eat ice cream for dinner?”

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Back off girls…I saw him first!

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Yes, ladies…I have married the perfect man. Not only does he celebrate my birthday with me for a month…but he also takes me out for an ice cream dinner. Sexiest man alive.

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After a dinner of butter pecan in a chocolate dipped waffle cone, we drove around. We shopped at a couple of Mr. FixIt’s stores. We found Aldi’s and picked up a few groceries. Wonderful strawberries for a dollar.

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A simple day…Birthday Eve.

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Today is my actual birthday.

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Sixty-six. Wow. Why does it sound so much older than sixty-five?

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Some of the grandchildren were over Monday evening before we left. I told them how old I was going to be.

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“Sixty-six! Can you believe that? It has been half a century since I was sixteen! Half a century!!! You know that’s fifty years, right???”

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My wise grandson-in-law said, “Did it go fast?”

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How do you answer that? Yes…it flew by in a nanosecond! No, it lasted forever! It’s both.

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It’s the coolest thing…to be sixteen plus fifty. I was sixteen in 1969…the summer of love. “God Bless Pink Summers ‘69!” That’s how my best friend signed her letters when she was off at a summer internship. Woodstock. Rock and Roll. Hippies. Bell bottoms. Long hair. 

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I thought I was free. 

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I was so wrong.

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It took living those fifty years to actually BECOME free. Funny how that works. I’d hate to have gone through all that and not learned the beautiful, hard, gritty, wonderful lessons involved. 

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Sixty-six. Nope, that doesn’t bother me a bit. 

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I’m a crone now. I love that!

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Happy Birthday to ME!

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❤️

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““ ‘ “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.” ’”    Numbers 6:24-26 NIV
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\"Conversion “One of our Girl Campers brought her conversion van to camp in. We were sold!”

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My dear friend Gail has a conversion van that is tricked out like a camper. It’s currently in the camper hospital so she camped in a tent this time. But one of the other gals brought her conversion van and was kind enough to give me a peek inside.

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I can see now why van girls love these so much! There is a lot you can pack into a small space. Christy has hers in soft pastels and cream, making the space seem much larger. She uses her Yeti cooler as extra seating. She has a whole kitchen crammed in this little cabinet. 

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This really got my creative juices flowing and I was thinking of all the things I can do to the minivan when I get ready to convert it. The only downside I could see is no air conditioner. She does have a 12v fan she can use, but I’m thinking I would be limited to spring and fall excursions.

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Christy spend five weeks at Quartzite, Arizona in the winter and never felt claustrophobic in this setup. She is thinking she would like to take it on the road full-time. I belong to a few Facebook groups that focus on the van life. It’s intriguing…but a little too confining for two.

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Anyway, someone asked to see the van…so here she is! Enjoy!

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❤️

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“It’s better to live in a hut in the wilderness than with a crabby, scolding spouse!”    Proverbs 21:19 TPT
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\"Woman “Before and After…what a difference a haircut makes!”

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I haven’t really felt like my perky self for a while. Nothing I could really put my finger on. Maybe a little tired. Maybe a little down about aging. I’ve been losing weight but avoiding the mirror. It didn’t really dawn on me till I saw pictures from the baptism a couple of weeks ago and I was up on the stage with my bonus granddaughter. Gasp! I looked SO old! I looked like my grandma. Not that that is a bad thing, but I’m talking in her 80’s. I was in desperate need of a haircut!

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I always celebrate birthday month…not just a week or a weekend or a day. Nope…I was born in June…I celebrate JUNE! This month I turn 66. It’s only a number. I have more energy than I did at half my age. I remember when I turned 26. I was SO depressed! It had been a WHOLE DECADE since I got my driver’s license. Give me a break! Now it’s been half a century since I got my driver’s license. insert eye roll here

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No, it wasn’t my actual calendar age that was getting to me. It was my hair. I got lazy. I got tired of going in every six weeks and getting it cut. I got tired of sometimes having the perfect cut and other times wondering what went wrong. I got tired of spending the money on something that you just have to do over and over and over. 

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It’s not my fault really. I saw beautiful older women on Pinterest…long flowing locks of silver hair caressing unnaturally perky breasts. Stylishly dressed. Leaning against brick buildings in downtown New York City….their jacket carelessly draped across their shoulders…their chunky boho jewelry and oversized sunglasses deflecting my gaze from anything that could barely be called crepe-y skin. No…Pinterest assured me I would look uber chic with long, silver hair.

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Then, I took a look at myself and wondered what on earth possessed me to do such a thing. Me…in my JCPenney sleeveless summer dress made from t-shirt material. Me…of the ample upper arms and comfortable tummy. Me…of the “I know I have makeup SOMEWHERE in this house!” Me…of the Chacos and farmer tan and clip-on sunglasses and floppy brimmed had and a riding mower. Yeah…it was time for a reality check.

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I called Michelle on Tuesday and cried uncle. I said, “You win! I’m coming in to cut it off!” I’m almost sure I heard an audible sigh of relief from the other end of the phone. “How’s tomorrow at 11:00?” She didn’t want to wait too long for fear I might change my mind.

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An hour. Thirty-five dollars. That’s all it took to bring back my sparkle. It’s really true…if you LOOK good, you FEEL good. I walked out of there feeling like a million bucks! It’s such a simple thing…getting a haircut. Oh, and a pedi. A MUCH needed pedi. I hadn’t had a “Me Day” for such a long time. It was way overdue and I feel so much better.

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I sent the before and after photos to Mr. FixIt with a note…”Here’s the girl you fell in love with!” And you wanna know what he said?

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“You’re beautiful…but, I didn’t fall in love with your hair.”

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My cheeks hurt from smiling.

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❤️

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“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.”    1 Peter 4:8 NIV
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\"Father “I don’t remember having a loving relationship with my dad…ever.”

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Father’s Day is coming soon. I don’t remember ever seeing a photo of my dad holding me. I don’t remember him offering his hand to help me walk. I don’t recall any kissed booboos or falling asleep in his lap. I do remember him bouncing my brother and me on his knees to the tune of Bonanza when it aired on Sunday nights. I remember watching fireworks from the car three blocks away from the park. I remember going fishing with him…once. I wouldn’t touch the worm. He was done.

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My relationship with my dad was complicated. Like every little girl, I sought his approval. It never came. I sought his love. He didn’t know how to give it. He never saw me sing on stage. He never watched me perform on the balance beam. As my brother and I aged, Dad became more and more lost in a bottle of Four Roses.

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By the time I was an antagonistic teenager, our relationship had devolved into angry shouting matches and stony silence. He became “the man who lived upstairs”. I married and left home with the first boy who would have me and I didn’t look back. By the time I was twenty-one, to my mother’s great relief, they were divorced.

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Dad went back to his roots and moved into a trailer on his sister’s farm. As a widow, she was extremely careful of her reputation and when dad had to be driven home from the bar one night, she stormed into his trailer the next morning and struck him on the bottom of the feet with an iron skillet. She informed him there would never be another incident like that or he would find himself out on his ear. He ended up going on the wagon and found Jesus and married a childhood friend.

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I never really knew that man…the one all my cousins knew. The one all the town knew. The one who went to church every Sunday and became the model citizen…to everyone outside. But inside? Our relationship stayed exactly the same. His modus operandi was “blame and shame”. I tried. Lord knows I tried to have a relationship with him. But, in order to do that, I needed to talk about what had happened and he wasn’t interested.

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If he would have just once said “I’m sorry, Sis.” Oh, I learned to forgive him because he did what he knew, but that apology would have gone a long way toward mending my broken heart. Instead, I married father replacements. First, the stern disciplinarian. Then the busy doctor who couldn’t express his true feelings. Then Mr. Virgo came along and healed that spot in my heart that needed to know I was loved and cherished and….wanted.

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Still, I remember my therapist telling me one time, “You know, Ginny…you’re never going to find your father’s love.” I was bereft. It was as if the final page was read and the book snapped shut. The End!

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What do I do now?

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I went on. I put a bandaid over the spot where I wanted dad-memories in my heart and went on. After all, I was an adult. I was functioning as best I could with what I had to work with. It was ok, I said to myself. I don’t need a father. I don’t need anybody. Mr. Virgo was the only man I really let in and even he didn’t get to see every room.

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Then…my dad died.

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Then…Mr. Virgo died.

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I was never, ever going to feel that unconditional love again.

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I was wrong. I found love again…deep, true, lasting love with Mr. FixIt. And, I was a Christian. I had God. He was my Heavenly Father…but, I still wanted a DAD!

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This has been on my heart a lot in the last few weeks.  And, just like clockwork, here came the Holy Spirit to minister to that sore place within me. Recently, every sermon has been some variation of this theme.

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“Your dad wasn’t there for you. It’s ok. You don’t need him. He was here to do what only he could do and it hurt. But here….I’ve got some really great news for you.

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“God IS your dad! He loves you…absolutely…unconditionally. He CRAVES when you come sit with him and lay your head on his shoulder. He WANTS you to take his hand and walk with him. He LOVES it when you talk to him and tell him how your day went and share worries of your mind. He DESIRES you to trust him like the dad that he is. He NEEDS you to know he isn’t ever going to leave you….not ever!”

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Wow! How awesome is that? Knowing this…I mean really deep down in my bones KNOWING this…has healed some place deep inside my heart. I don’t have to look for my dad anywhere but up. When I want to hear him talking to me, I read the words he left for me to follow. When I don’t please him, he lets me know. The most important thing he wants me to know is I am the joy of his heart. The object of his greatest longing.

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Finally….finally I found my father….in my Father.

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❤️

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“The same way a loving father feels toward his children— that’s but a sample of your tender feelings toward us, your beloved children, who live in awe of you.”    Psalms 103:13 TPT
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\"Field “My Field of Dreams.”

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I know, I know…how many pictures of a field am I going to post here, right? Oh…however many times I am moved by the view, I suppose…which is daily. Every day, every hour, the view changes with the light. This was taken Sunday afternoon after the heavy rain and hail that swept through the surrounding area. I love the way the sky is slightly pink as the sun begins to set over the hill far to the left there. The air is soft with humidity and brushes the edges of the woods with a velvety glow.

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I have a lifelong sister/friend who asked me yesterday if there wasn’t family who could come and mow this for us. After all…I’m 65. I smiled at her love and concern for me. Then I told her what I tell everyone who asks why I still mow. First, 65…nay, 66 in nine days…is young, if you ask me. Second, this is my home, too. Of course I’m going to work on it. Also, seriously…all I do is sit on a riding mower and drive around and around with headphones on listening to rock and roll music. How hard is that?

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My biggest reason is this…I spent my entire life praying to have exactly what I have now. I have so much joy in my heart, a few hours driving around cutting grass is the smallest of prices to pay. I truly love it! That being said, my shoulders are tired and sore when I’m done. I wish for a hot shower and a masseuse…only one of which is readily available. But it’s a good sore…a good tired. And I sleep really soundly when I’ve worked hard.

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I mowed the big fields yesterday while Mr. FixIt was in town working. We have a lot to get done before we head out camping on Thursday. According to the weather report, we are in for a cool, cloudy weekend with the possibility of rain showers. That’s ok…we’ll have plenty to keep us busy under the canopies. I bought walls for the canopy that will hold heat in. Gail has her canopy, as well. Camping is fun, no matter what!

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❤️

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“Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it. Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them; let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.”    Psalm 96:11-12 NIV
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\"WV “Clockwise from top left: Milkweed about to bloom, box turtle preparing to lay eggs, hail along the road, the field we were married in, hail from 10 miles down the road from the Ponderosa”

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When you live twenty miles from town and get a severe thunderstorm warning for home, you have to just hope for the best. I always send a quick prayer up when we get those alerts but this time it came while we were in the restaurant having breakfast and didn’t have our phones on us.

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As we were driving home, Mr. FixIt’s son called to see if we had hail. They saw a news report with quarter  sized hailstones from just a few miles away from the house. When we got closer to home, we started to see leaves on the road looking all the world like chopped salad. There were patches of white hail gathered along the roadside. The creeks were roaring. It didn’t look good.

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All we could think of was the campers, my truck, and water in the basement. But when we came around the last bend in the road, the damage just stopped. When we passed the house closest to us, I looked for her garden and it was pristine! No hail here! We rushed downstairs and there was no water in the basement either. God was watching out for us again!

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We walked around the fields in the early evening. We came across this box turtle. She had dug a hole and was preparing to lay her eggs. I’ve never seen that before. As we came around the end of the camper we are selling, a doe was standing in the field watching us. We talked quietly to her and she stood still for a long time listening before she moved on.

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We found a deer skull on the rocks by the creek…probably scavenged road kill from the two lane out front. The pears are getting bigger on the two trees out front. We got a couple tomato plants on clearance at Walmart so we’ll plant those this week. I also need to start getting the camper packed for the Girl Camper trip this week. And…the grass needs mowed…again.

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❤️

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“It will be a shelter and shade from the heat of the day, and a refuge and hiding place from the storm and rain.”    Isaiah 4:6 NIV
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\"Feet “Taking a breather after a long day.”

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Mr. FixIt and I have been like two ships passing in the night the last two weeks. He is still working on the porch he is building in town plus he is helping a friend move. In between, he has helped with the mowing and weed eating. He is a busy man and a very hard worker. I am very proud of him and love his work ethic. But…I’ll be really glad when the jobs that are taking him away from home are completed and we can do more things together…even if it’s more jobs that need doing around here.

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While my hubby has been off and running, I have been keeping busy here as well. I finished mowing at the Ponderosa yesterday. I had a run-in with some brambles and they dragged across my forehead, yanked my glasses off, and made me say some choice words. I went out when it cooled off, swept the grass off the sidewalks, and pruned some branches and old, dead rambling rose canes. Nasty buggers!

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I did escape yesterday morning and had coffee with my classmates. There were seven of us this time and we always miss the ones who don’t get to attend. When we were finished, I walked across the street to one of my favorite antique shops in the area. I’ve been on the prowl for old embroidered dresser scarves and the like to make something fun for the camper. I found several that were white with either blue embroidery or blue crocheted edging. Blue and white are my favorites. I also bought the coolest curved treadle sewing machine drawer that will be perfect on the dinette table to hold flowers or something.

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Afterwards I met Mr. FixIt for the summer picnic for the plant he worked at before he retired. He worked at Ames. My mom called it “the shovel plant” because she worked there during the war making shovels for soldiers. After the war, their specialty was all manner of garden tools. Mr. FixIt gave me one of the shovels he designed and made and there isn’t a finer one around. I actually knew two people at the picnic…a rare occurrence for me. Mr. FixIt knows EVERYBODY in town!

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When I was done for the day, I went in to make myself a sandwich. I glanced out the kitchen window. The luna moth is still there. And, there was a mama groundhog and three little babies out munching on the grass under the crab apple tree. I stood there for the longest time, just watching them. And thinking how blessed I am to have this slice of heaven in my life. I finally turned away, picked up my sandwich, and padded out to the camper to read for a while before Mr. FixIt came home. 

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What a beautiful world God has given us. Even in the midst of horrific things, there is beauty in the stillness.

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❤️

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“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.””    Isaiah 40:8 NIV
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\"Luna “The glorious Luna Moth!”

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It takes about ten days for the egg of the luna moth to hatch into a tiny caterpillar and another five to six weeks for that caterpillar to go through multiple instars (stages of growth) to reach its full size…2.5” long by 3/4” diameter. That’s a big green worm! Once it reaches its full size, it spins a cocoon and usually about two weeks later, the moth emerges, wings shriveled and damp. Over the course of several hours, fluid is pumped into the wings, they dry, and voila…one of the largest silk moths of North America emerges to grace us with its presence.

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Normally, the luna moth has a wingspan of about 4.5” but they can be as large as 7” across. This fellow is a male. His wings angle backwards somewhat and his abdomen is smaller because he isn’t carrying the 200-400 eggs the female has. They fly in the evening and at night in late spring and early summer. They don’t particularly like when the temperature dips into the 50’s. They’ll be somewhat paralyzed until it warms up.

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I love when I catch sight of one of these beautiful moths. You don’t see them quite as often as you used to because a type of predatory fly was introduced to control the invasive gypsy moths and they’ve damaged several species of moths, including the glorious luna.

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Mr. FixIt called me into the kitchen last night so I could see this fellow. I ran outside with my phone so I could take pictures while the light was still good. As I was coming back inside, I found the remains of a luna who wasn’t so lucky…wings scattered here and there, coated with drops of dew. Nature. It’s a rough world out there.

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\"Luna “The remnants of an unfortunate demise.”

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When I came out to the camper to write afterwards, I watched a video on Facebook. The premise was two former classmates run into each other in the parking lot of the grocery store. They chat and it becomes apparent one is wealthy and the other is not. The one who was not tells the other about her son getting a job after graduation and that he is thriving and so happy. The other kind of turns her nose up a bit and brags about HER son who is going to Stanford. And, as a matter of fact, he was on his way to pick her up….wasn’t that sweet? The poorer mother smiled and nodded and congratulated the other mom on her son’s great achievements. But you could see when wealthy mom left, the working boy’s mom looked a little let down.

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I am ashamed to say, I can relate to that…however fleetingly. This is the time of year when news of graduations fill the pages of social media with our darlings’ academic accomplishments. It’s beautiful and I don’t begrudge them their joy. Not one bit. We were thrilled when Daughter #1 got her Associates Degree, majoring in drama. We told her that, and $3.50 would buy her a cup of coffee and she should go on and at least get her Bachelors Degree. But no…she and her fiancé had other plans and married a month or two after graduation.

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At some point along the way, she realized perhaps her parents had been right and she had an excellent opportunity to go back to school at which time she became a Special Ed teacher. Again, we were so proud. Then, somewhere down the road, she went back and got her Masters. She’s still married to her college sweetheart and coming up on their 24th anniversary.

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Daughter #2 is brilliant…maybe more so than her sister as far as IQ goes. But she has always danced to her own music, struggled over eight years getting her Bachelors but never gave up, and now works in management in the food service industry…the love for which she received from her beloved stepfather…Mr. Virgo.

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In the movie I watched earlier, the Stanford son berated his mother for keeping him from his friends and let her know she was distinctly cramping his style while the poor son brings his mama flowers and tells her how much he loves and appreciates her for everything she does for him. A dramatization, for sure. But there is much truth there, unfortunately.

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A while back, a friend from long ago posted photos of her daughter getting her doctorate. They flew to Australia to visit her where she was doing research. Her two younger daughters were married, one after the other. Beautiful. Successful. This girl and Daughter #2 had play dates together when they were babies. I had a moment of full on green envy.

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For only a moment. Because, in that moment, Daughter #2 called me on the phone. I sat back and listened to her go on and on about the upcoming wedding and how her dress is just so perfect and makes her look like a million bucks. We chatted about how the bouquets are being made with origami flowers from comic book pages. And she found a real Viking drinking horn at a pawn shop and that’s what they’re going to toast with! Wow! And under her dress? Tie dyed Vans…of course!

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As I listened to her happy voice, my mind drifted back over the many phone calls when she struggled and suffered through depression and anxiety. Really struggled. And I realized…rich, poor, Stanford, Community College, PhD, shift lead in a restaurant…none of that matters. She’s happy. There is light and life in her voice. My eyes filled with tears…from shame that I was even momentarily envious…and from sincere joy and relief that my baby didn’t end up a statistic like so many others have. 

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I still have her here…in all her quirky, wonderful weirdness. As we prepared to hang up, she gave me that sweetest gift every mama craves.

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“I love you, mama…all over your face!”

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“I love you too, Moon Pie.”

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She made it…just like the caterpillar to the glorious Luna.

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❤️

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“Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”    Psalm 37:4 NIV
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\"Wedding “I’ve finished the wedding quilt!”

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I have over 28,000 emails on my iPhone. This makes my daughter crazy. She says, “What if you missed something???” I say, “Yeah, there’s always a chance of that. But, what if I stayed on my phone for 8 hours a day reading, answering, or deleting every e-mail that came through? I wouldn’t get anything else done.”

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I have been known to miss an occasional message, but for the most part, when I scan through, I see the important stuff. A couple of weeks ago, I saw something intriguing come through. Someone was searching for quotes about if or how and why blogging through grief has helped me cope. I wrote back and didn’t think much more about it.

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It was a rainy, cool day yesterday. I cuddled up in my little camper and stitched the binding on my daughter’s wedding quilt and listened to the rain hit the roof. Occasionally, I caught a glimpse of something brown running by and under my camper. It was two large rabbits. They chased each other all afternoon and made me smile. They made me think of Watership Down. One stopped beneath my window in plain sight. I whispered, “Be careful of the hrududus, bunny!”

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Sometimes I feel like I run out of things to say here. I think maybe you’ve heard every story I ever knew. Sometimes I think I begin to sound like your slightly dotty Aunt Felicity who tells you everything she ate today. I know that’s an exaggeration, but still…I wonder if I’m wearing out my welcome. When I stitch or knit or mow or drive, I have conversations with God and I ask him to tell me when I’m done. And, every…single…time, He sends me someone to tell me, “No, dear one. Not yet. Someone tomorrow needs your stories.”

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As I stitched on my daughter’s wedding quilt, I watched old black & white reruns of the Andy Griffith Show. Up popped a message from a reader I haven’t heard from in four and a half years. In those years she had lost a husband. Had gained a love. And nearly lost him to a silent heart attack. My posts that they’ve been reading together helped them to see how life can change in an instant. They are working together to create a new life, new adventures, in a new direction. They asked me to please keep doing what I’m doing. It made me cry. God knows our hearts. He hears our pleas. And he sends us answers if we’ll just slow down and listen and pay attention.

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After reading that, another message popped up. It was from the woman who wrote to me two weeks ago seeking that quote and the article was published yesterday. I read down through the stories of all the people she had quoted and realized two of them I am connected with on Twitter. I’ll connect with the others now.

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Grief is a solitary business yet it thrusts us into a community of others going through similar experiences. The biggest point I made in my story for the article was this…you are not alone. No matter how hard grief is. No matter how isolating it is. No matter how crazy and lonely and forgetful it makes you…you are never truly alone. For me…I have Jesus and my family and you guys.

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I’m not about to quit on that.

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You can read the collection of stories here: https://www.aklander.co.uk/news/why-blogging-can-help-with-grief

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❤️

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“For that reason, I don’t run just for exercise or box like one throwing aimless punches, but I train like a champion athlete. I subdue my body and get it under my control, so that after preaching the good news to others I myself won’t be disqualified.”\n

1 Corinthians 9:26-27 TPT

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\"Weather\" “Severe weather, volunteer pumpkins, a more mowing…another day on the Ponderosa.”

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As with most of you, I browsed the news yesterday morning and saw the destruction from the many severe storms throughout the Midwest. I know people there…I was praying for them all. I knew we were supposed to get some rain yesterday, but I didn’t know how severe the storm was going to be.

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I went to Schoolhouse Quilts around lunchtime to pick up my daughter’s wedding quilt. I need to sew the binding and then it will be finished. I was finishing my coffee while I visited with Carolyn, the owner. My phone rang. It was Mr. FixIt telling me to look at the radar…we were about to get hit hard.

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I wrapped it up quickly, paid for the quilting, and ran to the truck just as the rain started. We live in a really small town. A grocery store, a Dollar General, the quilt shop, a pizza place, a gas station, the thrift store, and a couple of churches. That’s about it. It didn’t take long to drive to “the other side of town”. 

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I was about to the Piggly Wiggly when the lightning started striking all around me. I could see it hitting the hillside in front of me. I saw the flashes out of my peripheral vision…on both sides. I quickly turned into the parking lot, but it was raining too hard and the lightening was coming hard and fast. I couldn’t even pull up close to the store. I think some other people had the same idea.

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I pulled my phone out and opened the Weather Channel app. It has a very reliable radar. When I saw it, I understood what a “Severe Thunderstorm Warning” looked like while it was happening. The notice at the top of the screen said “Lightning detected 0 miles north of you.” Yeah…no kidding!

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I sent the screen shot to Mr. FixIt and told him where I was and I was going to sit this one out. Then I thought of the leaky basement and really wanted to get home. I closed my eyes and prayed hard. I told Jesus I knew he had calmed the seas when the storm was raging and I trust that He gives us that same power. I told the storm, in Jesus’ name, to break away and part the sky so I could get home safely.

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Less that one minute later…the clouds parted. And even though the radar still showed lightning activity…there was nothing near me. I was home in less than two minutes. These are the things that amaze me. Not because I doubt they can be done. They can. I see it all the time. But it amazes me that I would never have done something like that just a few years ago. I was the scientist. The skeptic. The unbeliever.

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Coincidence? Maybe. But I’m telling you what I saw immediately after I prayed for it. It doesn’t make me special or important or better than anyone else. It just makes me believe more. The storms eventually moved out by afternoon. Mr. FixIt came home and I mowed the big field while he ran the weed eater and the push mower. We are due for more storms today so I am planning on sitting and working on my daughter’s quilt.

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As I was out mowing around the burn pile, I noticed a large amount of green growth. I looked closer and there was a volunteer pumpkin vine growing from the ashes. I smiled. We burned that brush pile the week before our wedding. When the wedding was over, we used the pumpkins for Halloween decorations. Then, after the first freeze and they got soggy, Mr. FixIt threw them on the brush pile. That’s what I love about WV. You can throw a seed out there and it can grow all on its own. 

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Same with love. 

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❤️

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““Teacher,” said John, “we saw someone driving out demons in your name and we told him to stop, because he was not one of us.” “Do not stop him,” Jesus said. “For no one who does a miracle in my name can in the next moment say anything bad about me, for whoever is not against us is for us.”    Mark 9:38-40 NIV
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\"Praying “Praying for others is the key to freedom.”

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As time passes, my daughter’s wedding is looming in the forefront of my mind. What to wear? Well, I’ve bought three dresses…so far. It depends what suits me that day, I think. The event seems to be fast and loose so I’m not terribly worried about that part. 

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As I headed into this, the idea of being the mother of the bride…for the last time really…filled me with delicious anticipation mixed with bits of trepidation. Her father and I have mended a lot of fences over the years and I am so proud of the way we can demonstrate good behaviors for our kids and grandkids. Long gone are the angry jabs at each other over a love gone awry.

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I overcame the majority of the pain, anger, and resentment through fervent prayer and good therapy. Prayer was my tool. I prayed my family would be healed. I prayed the father of my child would find joy and happiness with the woman he chose. The more I prayed for HIM, the happier I became.

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That being said, the enemy loves to sneak in and tell me lies. He loves to remind me I’ve gained a few pounds and my ex-husband will notice. He loves to make me second guess myself and be self conscious of my body and my dress choice. He loves to whisper in my ear and tell me if I would have been a better wife, that great big estate my ex owns could have been mine.

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Lies. They are all lies. I could have been the best wife in the history of the universe and the marriage could have still fallen apart. I’m not taking 100% of that one. I’ll comfortably accept my 50%. If I even consider my weight as being something my ex would judge me for, I’m setting myself up for failure and disappointment. 

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Here’s the thing…if we look for something, we WILL find it. If I look for judgement, I’ll feel judged. If I look for criticism, I’ll feel criticized…even if it’s subconsciously. And, as soon as I feel those things, I’ll react defensively. That whole scenario is a totally no win situation. Nothing good can come from that.

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Recently I read about a technique for recognizing the cycle of anxiety and stopping it in its tracks. The premise is, as soon as you feel the very first sensations of anxiety…even if it’s just the thought of feeling anxious…you pull back and become the observer. Recognize what is happening and say to yourself…”Hmmmm, that’s interesting. I’m having a feeling that stemmed from a thought. It is just a thought.” Then, you picture surrounding that thought in a bubble, reach out, and poke it with your finger.

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Poof!

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When you can recognize what anxiety really is, it’s much easier to step back, give it a poke, and send it on it’s way. It has been working quite well in the last few months. One would think, at the ripe age of 66 (in about three weeks), I’d have gotten a handle on anxiety long before now. Sometimes it’s the fear of having an anxiety attack that brings it on. It’s crazy…but it’s quite real.

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This wedding isn’t about me. His house isn’t about me. My weight isn’t even completely about me in that it was caused by taking steroids twice this year. I’m the only me I have. I am the only mom my kids have. The only Nana for my grands. I am my husband’s queen. He will think I am scrumptious no matter what I’m wearing or where I sit. 

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This is such a relief…to let go of fear. The fear of rejection. The fear of not being good enough. The fear of doing or saying something wrong. 

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I am enough. I have always been enough.

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 Dang…I love my sixties!

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❤️

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“But the moment one turns to the Lord with an open heart, the veil is lifted and they see. Now, the “Lord” I’m referring to is the Holy Spirit, and wherever he is Lord, there is freedom.”\n

2 Corinthians 3:16-17 TPT

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\"George “He was a soldier. He was a son.”

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They called him Sonny. He was their bright ray of sunshine. Smart, sensitive, talented, destined to go far. When Grandma and Pop-Pop got the telegram that their Sonny was gone, part of them died in that moment as well. People said they were never the same. I wouldn’t know what they were like before. I was not yet two when Sonny’s plane went down.

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Sometimes I think I remember him. But then I realize it’s his pictures and the loving stories told about him that made my Uncle Sonny alive for me. I was told he loved me. He told my mom he wanted a picture of me on a bearskin rug in my “all-together”…in other words, a chubby baby with a hundred fat rolls, buns up on a blanket. This was back in the days when something like that could be done without thinking the person admiring the photo is a pedophile.

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Mom complied and I was told he kept that photo in the cockpit of the plane. But, mom told me a lot of things that turned out to be untrue. For instance, she said he was shot down by Russians. In 1955. Over Landstuhl Air Base in Germany. She said grandma was comforted when she received his personal effects and his wallet didn’t smell like smoke. She was comforted that her boy didn’t burn.

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Many years later, when the internet was new and I was helping my mom with her beloved genealogy, I started digging into the crash that took Uncle Sonny’s life. I think the only thing I had to work with at the time was a dial up modem and CompuServe. After meticulously searching, I came up with an aviation archaeologist. He specialized in finding reports on old plane crashes. I believe I paid him $40 and a few weeks later, I received a thick packet in the mail. 

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The archaeologist came up with the official Air Force report of the crash and in the process of reading it and asking questions, I got a lot of answers. First, he definitely was not shot down by the Russians. Secondly, pilots do not fly with personal effects, meaning…neither his wallet nor my picture accompanied him in the cockpit that fateful day. That was information I didn’t share with the rest of the family. I don’t remember if my Grandma was still living at this time or not. There’s just some things you don’t need to discuss after some sense of resolution has been met.

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There was information that I found disturbing. Sonny needed to log some flight hours. The only plane available that day was an old fighter jet that was on it’s way to become a static display. In other words, it was past its usefulness. In the three days leading up to the crash, four separate engines had been installed. 

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The morning of the crash dawned gray and foggy. Uncle Sonny went through the usual preflight check. The ground crew walked around the plane and somehow, someone failed to notice the intake baffles were in the wrong position for the weather conditions. When he took off, he flew around the base a couple of times without incident. Then someone noticed a shift in the engine sound and looked up. The plane had slowed down considerably and was losing altitude.

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No one can know for certain what went on in the cockpit that day. The witness on the ground said he couldn’t understand why my uncle didn’t eject and let the plane go down. It wasn’t until the full investigation that it was determined the trajectory of the plane would have sent it into the barracks where countless airmen would still be preparing for their day. Instead, Uncle Sonny steered the plane toward an open potato field that had recently been plowed. I’m sure, with his farming experience, he knew that would be a fairly soft place to land.

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As he struggled to keep the engine going and the plane aloft, he noticed a gap between the trees surrounding the potato field. It was narrow, but if he tipped his right wing at the right moment, he could just squeak through. Unfortunately, the sudden dip in the right wing caused the engine to stall even further and the tip of the wing hit the ground. This caused the plane to cartwheel.

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Uncle Sonny was found still strapped in his ejector seat in an upright position…as though he were waiting for someone to come by and have a chat. His helmet was cracked from the impact and he died from blunt force trauma. And, even though his wallet wasn’t with him and neither was my bare butt photo…he didn’t burn. It was over quickly.

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In my opinion, my Uncle Sonny was a hero. I’m sure he saved countless lives that day. But there was no award, no medal, no call from a grateful President. Maybe that was best. Grandma was not one for making a fuss. “Fools names, like their faces, always seen in public places.” She was a private, unassuming woman with great dignity.

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Sonny was laid to rest on a hilltop cemetery fifteen or so miles from the farm. One by one, our loved ones joined him. First Pop-Pop, then Grandma, then my mom, then Uncle Bob. I go twice a year to see them and I always hang around him a little longer. I wish I could have known him. I am comforted knowing there was such a beautiful homecoming when the Lord came to take the others to join my Uncle Sonny and Jesus.

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This day is so much more than another day off, another reason for a party. This is the day when we honor the fallen…all who gave their lives in the line of duty. Not just military. We remember all who have gone before us and we decorate their graves. Thank you…for giving your all. My heart is with those who had to go on without you.

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❤️

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“For the greatest love of all is a love that sacrifices all. And this great love is demonstrated when a person sacrifices his life for his friends.”\n

John 15:13 TPT

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\"Smoke\" “Life has a certain synchronicity. It swirls round and round like wisps of smoke.”

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Mail delivery is different when you live on a rural route. When you drive out any two lane blacktop, there are dirt roads that go off up into hollers. There may be a dozen or more houses up there, but it wouldn’t be feasible to send a mail carrier up every little dirt track. So, you often see a whole row of mailboxes on the corner and everyone has to pick up their own mail. Our mailbox is across the two lane from the Ponderosa so we either walk up or stop on our way out when we go somewhere.

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When I first moved in with Mr. FixIt, I seldom got any mail here. I have a post office box that I use for my business so it was just easier for me to get all my mail there. Because the majority of the mail was his, I never really saw it unless I picked it up. Mr. FixIt was throwing away junk mail one day and casually remarked, for some reason he had received coupons for cigarettes. He couldn’t figure out how in the world he ever got on their mailing list.

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We went into town yesterday to decorate graves on Mr. FixIt’s side of the family. We stopped to get the mail and there was another cigarette advertisement. He handed me the mail and said, “See? We got it again!” I sat there, holding the mail in my hands. For a moment, my heart skipped a beat and I could barely breathe.

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“Is this the brand you got before?” I asked.

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“Yes. It’s always the same.”

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I ran my fingers over the familiar green box and smiled. Kools.

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“You know…this is Mr. Virgo’s brand.”

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“Whoa. That’s weird.”

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“No…not weird. It’s just a message. A sort of hello from beyond.”

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I don’t know how things work on the other side exactly. I know there is heaven. And I know the Bible says there is a veil between the worlds and those in heaven cannot see or connect with their loved ones on earth. I also know God loves us and wants to comfort our hearts when we lose loved ones so He sends us things that strike a chord with us. In my case…bluebirds. A particular song that’s out of place. Flickering lights. And, an ad. Of all the cigarette brands that are out there, the one that came was Mr. Virgo’s. It’s not even what I would consider a top brand. Why that one? On Memorial Day weekend?

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I reached over and took my husband’s hand. I smiled and looked out the window at the passing scenery. I marveled at this lovely life and all its synchronicity…curling round and round like wisps of smoke.

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“Hello, Mr. Virgo” I said softly. “Thanks for coming to see us.”

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❤️

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“Now they know that everything that you have given me is from you.”\n

John 17:7 ESV

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\"Yellow “Iris on the creekbank.”

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I’ve felt a day ahead all week. Yesterday, I thought it was Saturday. That’s a happy kind of mistake…it gives me a whole extra day! We got lots done yesterday. It’s time to open the pool. I had no idea how much work a pool is. We put the cover over it last fall and it doesn’t fit just right. Then, all the rain collected on the top and pulled it down on the surface of the water. Top that with leaves, pollen, and algae and we had a mess to clean up. 

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It took us the longest time to get the cover out. We did everything we could to keep from dumping all that algae down into the water. Mr. FixIt finally got the submersible pump and managed to get the most of the water off the top. Enough to get it out of the pool, anyway. He hosed all that junk off of it and we spread it out to dry in the field while we started cleaning the pool.

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There is a tool you use to sweep up the leaves and junk out. It’s round with wheels that hold it an inch above the bottom of the pool. There is a hole in the top with a net bag over it. You attach a water hose and a long pole to it. Then you drop it in the water, turn on the hose, and it sucks the stuff out of the bottom and filters it through the net. All you have to do is empty the net when it gets full.

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Once we got the majority of the stuff cleaned out, we let the hose run and filled the pool back up to the correct level. That isn’t the end of it though. Now we have to start putting in the chemicals and algaecide till the water is crystal clear. Then, once a week or so, we need to clean the pool out and keep monitoring the chemical levels. Honestly, if it weren’t for the kids, I’d say the heck with it. It’s a boatload of work for the few times we actually use it. But, the kids love it and you know what you do for your grandkids.

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We relaxed on the deck around the pool last night and enjoyed a beautiful sunset. I grilled steaks and had corn on the cob and baked potato for supper. When I retired to the camper to write, the soft evening air was redolent with the heady aroma of the honeysuckle in bloom. I sneezed my head off…but the aroma was worth it. 

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❤️

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“I made myself pools from which to water the forest of growing trees.”\n

Ecclesiastes 2:6 ESV

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\"Dew “Dew on the grass. Lightning bugs. Whippoorwills. It’s springtime in West Virginia.”

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I saw the very first lightning bugs of the season on May 17th. It was the first night Mr. FixIt and I slept in the new camper. Then it got cold and I didn’t see any. But I saw a couple more last night. Some folks call them fireflies. We loved summer when we were kids…for so many reasons. But one of the best things was catching lightning bugs and putting them in a canning jar.

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PopPop would poke holes in a jar lid. We’d put a little grass in the bottom of the jar so the lightning bugs would feel at home. Then us kids would run all over the yard catching the little critters when they swooped up out of the lawn at dusk. We would capture as many as we could and then take the jar to bed with us to watch the magical little lights flash in the dark.

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Sometimes before bed, my Uncle Bud would bring a watermelon out of the cellar house and cut it up in thick slices. He’d cut each slice in half so we had a semi-circle of red sweetness to cool us off. Grandma would let us use the salt shaker and sprinkle a little on before we ate it. To this day, I can’t eat watermelon without salt. We had contests to see who could spit a seed the farthest. Uncle Bud always warned us not to swallow any seeds or we’d grow watermelons in our bellies. For a long time I thought pregnant women weren’t eating watermelon the right way!

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Once the watermelon was finished, grandma ran a basin of warm water and we washed up and headed to bed. If it was the peak of summer, we wore little seersucker babydoll PJ’s to bed with just a sheet to cover us. We didn’t know what air conditioning was. We were lucky to have a fan in Uncle Bob’s room that sucked all the hot air out of the house. When it was cool enough, someone turned off the fan.

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I remember so many summer nights with my jar of lightning bug on a chair by the bed, listening to the night sounds out at the farm. Whippoorwills. Owls. Peepers and tree frogs and bull frogs. When I was really little, we heard bobwhites. I think I might have heard one or two since then.

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This is why I love the farm. These memories. They’re as thick as cobwebs and unavoidable. West Virginia. The country. It all just brings me so much peace. I am so grateful I listened to that inner voice and came home when I did. I have never been so happy as I am here…in the home of my heart.

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❤️

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“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”    James 1:17 NIV
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\"Man “Mr. FixIt…working in the garden.”

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Mr. FixIt came to me the other morning with a dejected sigh.

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“Something ate the beans.”

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Again? Hmpffff! Don’t they know that little piece of ground is OURS??? They have five acres. I just want this little patch. Yeah…not likely. We used the rabbit deterrent faithfully…until, we didn’t. All it took was one little rain and one lapse of memory and…poof! No more beans. I think it is the rabbits. But it could be that little chipmunk. Or deer. Or…whatever. The point is…unless you put some sort of protective fencing or netting or both around your garden, you cannot expect to provide a salad bar without getting dinner guests.

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That’s ok. We still have the tomatoes. Plenty of tomatoes!!! We had twelve tomato plants and one mysteriously disappeared. No footprints. No trace…just gone. So, we are left with eleven tomato plants and a couple dozen onions. We’re good.

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I went to the farm yesterday to get the shades from the big camper. For those of you who have been around for the long haul, you will remember the first thing I did when I bought that camper was take those hideous window coverings off. If I’m going to sell the camper, I need to put them back. While I was there, I did the last load of laundry and gathered some camping items I will need in a couple of weeks when we go to Blackwater Falls with the Girl Campers. That’s one thing I like about Girl Campers…you can bring your hubby if you like. We just ask that they do something on their own while we’re there so we can have our girl time. Mr. FixIt is taking his golf clubs.

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I’m taking the ice cream freezer. There is something so special about homemade ice cream when you’re camping. I also brought the screen house. The mosquitoes will be making an appearance before long and some people are more susceptible to bites than others. I want to make sure everyone is comfortable and has a place to sit out of the rain if need be.

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When I got home, Mr. FixIt had a table saw on the back of the truck that needed to be unloaded. It was way too heavy to pick up but we used our brains over our brawn and tipped it onto a dolly and down the ramps into the garage. Perfect! Just as we were done, the former Mrs. FixIt came over to pick up a tent to go camping. I really like her and we sat for four hours visiting. Then my bonus granddaughter and the baby came over with ice cream. It was such a beautiful day!

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I love that we can demonstrate for the younger generations that the family relationship doesn’t have to end with divorce. We just open our hearts more and let in love and healing. 

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❤️

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“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!”    Psalm 133:1 NIV
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\"Cute “The Girl Camper Quilt is almost finished!”

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I spent the day yesterday at Schoolhouse Quilts. I finished sewing the border on the quilt and Carolyn did the machine quilting. I sat and visited and looked at quilting books for inspiration while the quilt was in the longarm. They make these things so fancy these days. First, she scrolled through the different patterns the machine could quilt in, then you simply put it in the rollers that hold it and push go. You do have to kind of keep an eye on it, but it’s pretty amazing how fast you can machine quilt. I think there’s probably 12 hours of work in this quilt. I do still have to hand stitch the binding down yet. It will be a prize in a giveaway we’ll be doing soon so stay tuned for details and how to enter to win!

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We slept in the camper again Sunday night. I am not kidding…I could sleep in my camper every night of the year. I love it that much. I love CAMPING that much. I was going through my calendar yesterday and realized the next Girl Camping event is in sixteen days. The time really flies once warm weather gets here, doesn’t it? It seems like it crawls all winter.

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The weather is so beautiful right now. We had rain and I swear, between the rain and the heat, you can actually HEAR the grass grow! I know starting today, we’ll have to start the next round of mowing. I don’t mind mowing, really. It’s fun to get out on the riding mower and let my mind wander as I watch the fields become groomed lawns. But when you start having to mow twice a week, it does get tiresome. 

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Still…with all the work, with all the heat and humidity and bugs and mowing…I wouldn’t trade this life for anything in the whole world! This week we clean and open the pool and mow and hoe the garden. I also will sew the binding on these two quilts and maybe even knit a little on the socks I started at camp. That plus keeping up with my writing schedule and I’ll be one busy Mountain Mama! 

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❤️

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“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.”    Colossians 3:23-24 NIV
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\"Peony\" “Spring? It’s more like summer here in West Virginia!”

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Ok…it’s not officially summer for another month. But the temperature on the truck was 93 yesterday afternoon so that is close enough for me! Mr. FixIt and I camped in the yard beside the big building Saturday night and it was wonderful. The windows were open and a small fan on low kept us very comfortable. The mattress in the camper is better than any in the house and it’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a week. The climb-over-you bed configuration wasn’t a problem so I think we’re a go for the big Colorado trip later this summer.

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Church was wonderful…again. As I stood there, holding Mr. FixIt’s hand, praising with the other…I counted my blessings as I counted my bonus family down the pew. Afterwards was breakfast out and catching up with what’s going on in their busy lives. (They thought it was very funny that their grandpa and I camped in the yard. He does lots of new things since I came along!)

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We delivered a saw to his son and checked out the deck they are rebuilding. Then we headed home. I had a deadline to meet on this new writing project I’m involved with so I climbed in my little camper, turned on the AC, and got busy. In the meantime, someone came to look at the camper we are selling. When we were both finished, we did that very fun thing we love to do…we took a drive and stopped for ice cream!

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As we walked back in, the light was perfect on our peonies just outside the back door so I had to stop and snap a picture. It was the perfect summation of the day…soft and sweet, warm and blessed. As I write this, I am again in the little camper, the windows flung open, the frogs peeping in the creek beyond the far field. What a rich and lovely life we lead!

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❤️

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“The season has changed, the bondage of your barren winter has ended, and the season of hiding is over and gone. The rains have soaked the earth and left it bright with blossoming flowers. The season for singing and pruning the vines has arrived. I hear the cooing of doves in our land, filling the air with songs to awaken you and guide you forth.”    Song of Songs 2:11-12 TPT
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\"Camper “Cute camper material for a raffle quilt”

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My dear friend Gail and I will be co-hosting a Girl Camper Gathering at Blackwater Falls next month. Gail is so talented and we have so much in common…it’s always fun to camp with her. We have some great ideas for fun things to do while we are camping. This is our Kick Off to Summer Camping Event so I wanted to do something special so I’m making a lap quilt to raffle off. There will be more details as we get things finalized. If any of you are interested in camping with me, this would be an excellent opportunity! Blackwater Falls has cabins and a Lodge so there are alternatives to traditional camping if that’s not your thing. It is a beautiful park with lots to see and do.

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I went to Schoolhouse Quilts again yesterday and sewed for a few hours. I almost have the top for the little camper quilt finished. I’ll have to go in next week to finish it up. I just LOVE this material and the colors are SO Girl Camperish. Carolyn who owns the shop had some really cute ideas for the border so I can’t wait to share it with you when it’s done.

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Mr. FixIt and I went to the cemetery yesterday to decorate the graves of my family. We will do his family’s after church today. I wanted to avoid the rush of next weekend, especially at the little country cemetery where my family members are. There’s one little lane that goes in…the same lane comes out. And it’s on a hillside so there’s no wiggle room to pass each other.

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After the cemetery, we went to North Bend State Park and checked out the campgrounds. The main campground was jam packed with kids, which I think is wonderful. They were riding bikes and playing games and enjoying themselves immensely. I am so glad their parents are getting them out and teaching them the love of camping. That being said, I am past the age of wanting to camp in a crowded campground full of screaming children. Fortunately, there is a new campground for the older, more sedate crowd. It was far more to my liking.

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We ran to the farm and had dinner out so it was date night for us. It was a welcome respite to mowing, mowing, mowing!

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We didn’t get to go camping this weekend so we camped last night at home in my new-to-me camper. This was our first attempt sleeping in this camper together so we will see how the climb-over-you bed arrangement works.

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❤️

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“However many years anyone may live, let them enjoy them all. But let them remember the days of darkness, for there will be many. Everything to come is meaningless.”    Ecclesiastes 11:8 NIV
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\"Quilting\" “Sewing a quilt for my daughter’s wedding gift. The finished top below. Now it will be machine quilted.”

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I was trying to remember the last time I made a quilt. I do believe it was a wedding gift for Daughter #1. They’ve been married 24 years this July! So, it’s been a long, long time. Twenty-four years ago, I had a lot more patience doing piece work than I do now. I made a beautiful king sized quilt in an intricately pieced pattern. It took me a long time to make the quilt top and I knew I would never get a quilt that big hand quilted in time for the wedding. I had heard about Cabin Creek Quilters so I took it there to see if anyone could quilt it for me.

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The lovely lady in the fabric room in a house WAY up a single track dirt road up a narrow holler was kind enough to do it for me. I picked it up the following summer when I came to West Virginia for a visit. I asked her what I owed her and she said $100! I refused to pay her that. I paid her $200 and that was a bargain.

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The quilt for Daughter #2’s wedding is different. I used precut 10” squares and decided the machine quilting would be the showpiece. Their colors are purple and green. I finished the quilt top yesterday and left it with the shop owner. She will sandwich the batting and backing fabric and sew on the binding. I’ll finish the hand-stitching on the binding myself. 

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While I was at the shop, I saw some really cute fabric with little campers on it. I’m going to make a throw with it. I don’t know if I’ll make another quilt with an intricate pattern again, but I might. It was really fun to sit at the quilt shop and sew all afternoon. It was reminiscent of my little needlework shop when the gals would come sit and stitch all day on Wednesdays. Those were wonderful memories.

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It rained terribly hard yesterday afternoon and it made the humidity go up to 90% last night. Today is supposed to get up to 89 degrees. I think I could live at 72 degrees year round and be perfectly happy. At least the basement didn’t leak! All that rain brought out the frogs. We had them calling in the yard all night. I love the night sounds here. Night before last there was a whippoorwill on the old TV antenna over our bedroom window. Believe me, they aren’t as pleasant to hear incessantly nearby as they are off in the distance. 

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I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

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❤️

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“Yet he has not left himself without testimony: He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.””    Acts 14:17 NIV
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\"Flora “Clockwise from top left: Grandma’s peonies, a row of tiger swallowtails, the peonies out by the road, bearded iris alongside the house, the view from the road, tiger swallowtail up close”

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As I was washing the breakfast dishes yesterday, something outside the kitchen window caught my eye. I stood quietly and studied the branches in the cedar and maple trees that frame my view of the yard. Suddenly, I saw it again. A fledgling house wren just took it’s first tentative flight from the nest. It snuggled in amongst the leaves, trying not to draw attention to itself. Mama came flying down and sat beside her brave baby. Soon, she swooped down to the grass and picked up a bug and brought it back to the little one. And so begins the feeding and teaching till this little fellow can survive on his own.

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I smiled as I dried my hands and set to my morning chores. Mr. FixIt would be home soon and I needed to get things together to go out to the farm. I packed a couple of bags and gathered the laundry to do while we were out there. I took my morning coffee out on the deck by the pool. Then I wandered over to the garden. I sprinkled the plants with rabbit repellent. I caught sight of a chipmunk darting around the corner of the big building out back and wondered if the repellent works for them, too. 

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When Mr. FixIt got home, I helped him get the riding mower and the push mower on the utility trailer. Why we didn’t think of doing this two years ago, I’ll never know!

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When we got to the farm, we unloaded the mowers and I hopped on the riding mower. If you remember correctly, when I was mowing the farm by myself it took me a good five hours. I had to mow thirty minutes then cool off and rehydrate…over and over till I was done. I literally finished mowing in less than fifteen minutes with the riding mower! Mr. FixIt took the push mower and mowed the ditches out front and the perimeter of the yard. The edges of the lawn are too soft to use the riding mower. It could collapse the creek bank and take me with it.

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When we were finished, I cooked a good supper of pork chops, lima beans, and Amish potato salad. We sat down to watch the news and there it was…bad storms coming. We were prepared to stay a night or two, but until we fix that drain at the bottom of the steps, we have to be at the Ponderosa if there is a threat of heavy rain or else we’ll have a flooded basement.

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I washed the dishes and was getting things ready to head back home when Mr. FixIt called to me to bring my phone outside. There, on the driveway, were six or seven tiger swallowtail butterflies, intently feeding on something. I have no idea what. When I startled them at one point, they rose up and circled around and around us for several minutes in a dazzling butterfly dance. Then, just as quickly, they settled back down in the same spot. It was magical and went on for forty-five minutes or so. 

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We finally had to say goodbye to the butterflies and head back to the Ponderosa. Sometimes farm life is a hard life. But, it’s really a good life.

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❤️

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“May God give you heaven’s dew and earth’s richness— an abundance of grain and new wine.”    Genesis 27:28 NIV
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\"Flora\" “Clockwise from Top Left: Abundant Blueberries, Honey Locust, Wild Grape Vine, Beautiful Peonies”

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I finished mowing at the Ponderosa while Mr. FixIt was in town working on a porch he’s building. There were several areas around the edges of the fields where brush, vines and trees had encroached into my mowing space. They are the worst when they hang over and I have to try to mow under them. I bend way far forward over the riding mower, but sometimes a briar will jump out and grab me. So, last night after supper, I did my walkabout and took the loppers with me. I pruned back a lot of branches and threw them into the woods for the critters to munch on and hide in.

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I finished the back property line before I gave up for the evening. I love how the fields look when they’re freshly mowed. They smell so good and they are all smooth and even. I snapped a few pictures as I moseyed around looking at the many varieties of trees in the woods beyond the far fields. I love this time of year. The dense foliage makes the shadowy underbrush dark and a cool breeze comes out smelling of musty earth and moldy leaves. It’s a rich aroma of sweet decay combined with cut grass, honey locust, and creek water. It’s heavenly, earthy, decadent. It makes me happy.

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Once my tools were put away, I climbed in the little camper, snuggled back into my favorite corner and looked out at the sun setting over the far hill. The reflections of the puffy white clouds and bluebird sky on the windshield of my truck added movement and color to the scene. These are my tranquil moments. It’s MY time. Mr. FixIt is in his recliner inside, watching the news. We both worked hard today. It makes the evenings such a gift.

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We are blessed beyond belief. We have a roof over our heads, food in our bellies, and love in our hearts. We have a wonderful family. We have our health. We have each other. As I was walking around the field last night, a bluebird dashed in front of me and I smiled.

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“Well…hello there, Mr. Virgo. I’m doing just fine!”

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❤️

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“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”    \n

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 NIV

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\"A “Living in a quiet place fills me with peace and gratitude.”

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Mr. FixIt had to go help his friend move some things in town yesterday so I hung out at home and “pretend camped”. I piddled around in the camper most of the day. I cleaned up and put things away. I swept and washed the floors and emptied the trash. I wiped things down and stripped the bed. While I was taking off the comforter, I noticed it was damp up by the front wall towards the driver’s side. A leak! 

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It didn’t leak when I was parked at the campground and we had some pretty heavy rain. This leak came when I was driving through torrential rain on Monday so it has to be either around the window or something at the edge. I happily discovered the bed raises up with pneumatic lifters so I could get under there and have a good look. There were no wet places on the flooring under the bed or in any of the compartments. So I’ll have to look some more.

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While I was in under the bed, I got a good look at the water system. Mr. FixIt helped me and we could not figure out why the pump won’t build up pressure and shut off. Again…more investigation is needed. In the meantime, if I can flush the commode and wash my hands and the dishes, I’m not too concerned about the rest of it. Just about every place I plan to camp will have electric and if it’s cold, I have either the electric blanket or the little space heater to keep me warm. 

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When Mr. FixIt got home, he staked up the tomatoes. Something happened to one of the plants. It’s just gone. The rest look good though. And the beans are coming up much better than last year. I still have a bunch of food in the refrigerator in the camper so I fixed us some supper and we sat at the dinette and ate. That made me smile.

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After supper, we went for a quick walk down the road. There’s been some activity on the property next door so we moseyed over to see what’s going on. They are clearing the lot so maybe we’re getting neighbors. We don’t have neighbors within sight of the house so this is something very new for Mr. FixIt. He’s lived here over 40 years.

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When we were walking back down the road, holding hands, I looked out over our field and smiled. All of my life I’ve wanted to live on five acres. And here we are! I looked around and thought of all the things I would have liked to have on these five acres over the years. A barn with maybe some animals…a cow for milk and butter, some chickens, maybe a couple of goats or sheep. A big garden. Some fruit trees. I sure would have done more with this than five acres of lawn to mow. And now? 

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I never say it’s too late to do something. But my priorities have changed. We like to travel and we’re going to be too old before too long to maintain that level of farming. No…we’re looking at simplifying now. But it’s nice to dream about what we might have done, had we been together when we were younger.

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This is our little slice of heaven, and so is the farm. When we got back from our walk, I jumped on the riding mower and mowed till it was almost too dark to see. I watched Mr. FixIt with the push mower in the fenced yard. I watched how the mower took the curves of the field and turned them into the swirly rows of a contemporary quilt. I watch the old yellow cat sitting at the edge of the field, eyeing me to see if I was going to sacrifice another turtle for him. Thankfully, I did not. I noticed the petals of the poplar blooms fallen as I mowed over them. I watched the robins swoop in to get the bugs the mower stirred up. I took a deep breath of new mown grass. And…I smiled. 

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❤️

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“He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.”    Psalm 18:19 NIV
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\"Wet “Watching the softball game in the rain and cold.”

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I opened my eyes and looked around the camper. Something woke me up but not sure exactly what. I picked up my phone and there was a text from Gail. She had to head home from the campground early and asked me to let her know when I got home safely. We do that, us Girl Campers. Nothing says I love you quite like “Let us know when you get home.” 

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I thought I might go ahead and get up. I put away just about everything the night before. Instead, I rolled over and pulled the covers up under my chin and dozed off for another three hours. I heated up my coffee and hopped back under the covers to sip and watch the birds around the campground. I recognized a mockingbird and a downy woodpecker. I heard a pileated woodpecker up in the canopy of leaves over my head. I saw some buzzards circling over the nearby field and caught sight of a blue heron with his head tucked back, long legs following along behind him as he flapped slowly on his way to the water.

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After my second cup, I decided it was time. I hooked up the camper and took off for home around 11:30. It wasn’t too long till the heavy clouds overhead took on a dark and menacing greenish grey and the sky opened up. I drove through some very heavy rain. I dropped my speed and didn’t use cruise control…two things that increase the risk of hydroplaning.

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I stopped at a rest area just inside the West Virginia border and emptied the black tank. I had no grey water this time. I got home and parked the little camper alongside the building out behind the house so I can plug it in and use it for writing and naps. There is something so special about spending time in my camper…whether I’m actually camping or not. 

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As soon as I got home, I needed to clean up so we could go to our granddaughter’s softball game. We stopped for some supper on the way and it was so cold at the game, we actually parked beyond the outfield and sat in the truck. It rained a few times but not enough to delay the game. Our team lost, but they sure worked hard. They have a rematch tomorrow at an away game.

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When I got home, I turned on the electric blanket on the bed in the camper and climbed in. As I did, I noticed the coverlet on the bed is damp. Apparently the camper leaked somewhere as I was driving through that heavy rain so I’m going to need to get to the bottom of that. It doesn’t leak sitting in the rain so it must have come from the water splashing up from the road. Ahhhh, campers…there is always some thing that needs fixed or replaced.

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Home, Sweet Home…it was so good to see Mr. FixIt and give him a big hug! 

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Thank you, God…for travel mercies, for such good friends, and for a precious homecoming.

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❤️

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“The Lord will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore.”    Psalms 121:7-8 ESV
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\"Images “Images from camp…The Three Amigas (Gail, Janine, & Ginny), fishing, TOW-Wanda III, and ramp casserole in an iron skillet.”

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OMGosh! Other than not having subzero temperatures, this week has been quite reminiscent of my first winter in TOW-Wanda Grande. I was parked up on the banks of the Ohio River with no running water. This state park has a few electric sites and I was lucky enough to get one. But, there’s no water at the sites. I had to rely on the freshwater tank for flushing the toilet and bottled water for drinking. Since I don’t have the propane system or the water heater checked out yet, I had to heat up water in the microwave or running it through the coffee pot for washing dishes or taking sponge baths. I am really looking forward to a proper shower when I get home today. I definitely have camp hair. And I definitely don’t care!

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Everyone left yesterday and headed home. All except for me, that is. I already had last night reserved thinking at least someone would stay over. That’s ok, though. I used the day to do some writing I have a deadline for. Then I did a little knitting and watched old Andy Griffith reruns. All the kids either texted or called me for Mother’s Day which was so nice. Gail came back to the campground after dinner and brought me some homemade cream of broccoli soup. It was a really good day.

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Gail and I are cohosting a Girl Camper event next month at Blackwater Falls so now I can turn my attention to that. I ordered a floral canopy with matching chairs to set up at that outing to give people a place to sit when they come to visit. When you have a campout with a group of Girl Campers, everyone wants to see inside each other’s trailers so we usually have a little snack out or a cocktail to share with guests. 

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The gal who camped right across from me this time had her little camper all decked out on the inside like a vintage one, but it was brand new. She used her grandmother’s quilt to cover the seat cushions and had her mother’s 25th anniversary silver tea set on display. She made banners for each window from embroidered linens. It was absolutely darling. When her husband peeked in to see what she had done to the inside he said, “Really? Really??? You had to do all PINK?” She created a grey interior for him and switches it out. That seems like a lot of work to me, but as long as the hubs is happy.

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So, today I pack it up and head home. I can’t wait to see my Mr. FixIt and give him a squeeze. He sent me a picture of the garden and the beans are all up. He’s been spreading the rabbit repellent and so far, so good! They haven’t eaten any of the young plants.

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Hope you have a Happy Monday! 

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❤️

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““All who are skilled among you are to come and make everything the Lord has commanded:”    Exodus 35:10 NIV
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\"Coffee “Coffee in the camper…my favorite thing about camping!”

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The Girl Campers have been meeting at Beaver Creek State Park for the last three years or so. Some come for a day or two. Some come for a full week of fun. Gail is our Hostess Extraordinaire. Janine, our fearless leader and “Camper in Chief” is here with her Mister and anytime the three of us get together…it’s the Three Amigas. A good time is always to be had when we gather around the campfire.

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\"Woman “Janine loved her socks!”

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We have a Spring and a Fall “What a Hoot” event. Where did we get that name, you ask? We get to listen to the owls! We cannot call them in the spring because they are on the nest. But in the fall, we can play their calls over a speaker and call them in close so we can hear them. It’s beautiful.

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\"Pawpaw “The blossom of the pawpaw tree. Isn’t it beautiful?”

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The park naturalist came again yesterday. He took some of the campers on a guided nature walk and identified several varieties of wildflowers. Then later in the afternoon, we went fishing. One of our gals caught a good sized catfish on her second cast. I casted fifty times and didn’t catch a thing but I had fun!

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\"Woman “Sherri caught a catfish on her second cast!”

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I finished knitting the socks I was working on. Janine has been marveling over them for a year. That’s how long it took me to knit them! So, I gifted them to her and she was so tickled.

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\"Camping “Some of the girls made camping journals to keep as a memento from their trip.”

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Dinner last night was a smorgasbord of soups and fresh fruit. Bourbon Brownie S’mores for dessert! I didn’t have the ones with bourbon…I had mine plain. But they were gooey and decadent. Today, I get back on my diet!

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I hope you enjoy the photos! I’ll be heading back to the Ponderosa tomorrow!

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Oh, and…it’s Mother’s Day. Moms come in all shapes and sizes and descriptions. Some of us are moms. Some of us chose not to be. Some wanted to be and couldn’t. Some were…and lost their babies in one way or another. Some lost their relationships in some way. A lot of us have lost our moms by the time we get to be my age. And, some are fortunate to yet have theirs. The bottom line is…no matter what state you are in….it’s Mother’s Day. I hope it is a good day for you and yours…even if there are tears.

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I miss my mom…my grandma…and my “other mother”, Louisa. I’ll see you all some fine day.

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And, I miss my girls. I’ll see them soon!

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❤️

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“Adam named his wife Eve, because she would become the mother of all the living.”    ‭‭Genesis‬ ‭3:20‬ ‭NIV‬‬
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\"Bathing “Bathing al Fresco…imagine a long soak and watching the stars!”

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When I was on my three month journey through the wilderness and backroads of Colorado after Mr. Virgo died, I camped on ten acres owned by my dear friend Susan. The property overlooked Mesa Verde. The house was situated in such a way as to give a glorious view of the mesa from the master bedroom. There was an outdoor shower just out the patio doors. It was surrounded by a rock wall with strategic dips so you could actually shower overlooking the grand view without being seen from the neighboring property or the one road that went by out front. I loved showering out there in broad daylight. It was liberating, exhilarating, refreshing while maintaining some semblance of modesty.

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The only thing I thought would improve the experience would be having an oversized claw foot tub in which to lay back and relax at night watching the stars. Scented bubbles would definitely be in order. I could imagine having a small fireplace nearby to ward off the chill when getting out and stacks of fluffy white Turkish towels at the ready. There would be a platform of slatted wood over pea gravel for a floor. Soft music playing low in the background and maybe a hundred candles. Or, just one.

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This would be my idea of heaven. My little oasis on those hot, sticky West Virginia nights. We have the pool, but the water is so hot in the summer, it isn’t refreshing. This al fresco bath would have hot and cold running water so I could have hot baths in the winter even. It sounds lovely. 

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I don’t want to build this at the Ponderosa because we want to fix it up and move. The farm would be the perfect place because of the privacy, but I don’t own it, so I don’t want to build anything there. The only other alternative is to wait till we build our place in town which could be a couple of years. I don’t know how practical it would be, but I can dream. I just look at pictures on Pinterest and swoon.

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In the meantime, the Girl Campers had a grand time yesterday. I’m almost finished with my socks I started on our honeymoon last October! More girls arrived today and it’s fun getting to know them. The park naturalist came to our campfire last night and gave a talk about wild ramps. They are kind of like a cross between a wild onion and garlic. When they are raw, they have quite a bite to them, but Mike’s wife made a casserole from eggs, potatoes, ramps and cheese and it was delicious. He also spoke about hummingbirds and we made a hummingbird feeder out of a plastic water bottle. 

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This kind of trip gives me the camping experience I wish I could have had as a kid. It’s like something you see in the movies but we aren’t going snipe hunting or short-sheeting the counselor’s bed. It is so much fun to be a girl again and forget the mowing and cooking and responsibilities of adulthood. If you ever have the opportunity, you should do this. There are a couple of gals here staying in one of the cabins. You don’t have to have a camper…you just have to want to go out and play.

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My dear friend Gail and I are co-hosting a Girl Camper event at Blackwater Falls in June. If you are interested, check out Janine’s Girl Camper page here on Facebook. It’s free to join the group and the camping trip is $20 plus your campsite fee. https://www.facebook.com/groups/1943334755897759/?ref=share

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❤️

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“Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of a friend springs from their heartfelt advice.”    Proverbs 27:9 NIV
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\"View “Oh, how I have missed the big picture window over the bed!”

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The thing I have missed the most since I bought TOW-Wanda Grande was the window over the bed. Propping up on pillows with a cup of coffee in the morning and looking out on the sunrise is priceless. And now, I have that back. The other things are the windows at the head and foot of my bed. The windows in TOW-Wanda Grande don’t open very wide and you really don’t get a good breeze. I love having that window open over my head and feeling the cool evening breeze wash over me. It’s also nice to hear the night sounds of frogs and crickets and whatever fauna is lurking around in the dark.

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The more I stay in this little camper, the more I absolutely love it. I did have a little problem. I noticed a trail of little black ants making their way up to the cabinet over the refrigerator on Wednesday night. By yesterday morning, there was an army. I opened the cabinet and took all the food out and discovered they had found an open packet of Club Crackers in a box. How can they find this stuff?

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I pulled everything out and sprayed with a botanical ant killer and they were soon gone. It seems ants have been terrible this year everywhere. We are having a huge problem with them at the Ponderosa.

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Other than that, and the bed being a tad bit firm for my liking, my heart just sings in this little tiny, tiny home on wheels.

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More girls are arriving daily and I believe all should be here by this evening. We have been knitting and talking and eating and napping. Oh, and having campfires. Gail has this new thing she bought called the SoloStove. It looked similar to the tub out of a washing machine and when you burn wood, it doesn’t smoke. You can still smell a wood fire, but just enough that it’s pleasant and it doesn’t choke the life out of you. Life doesn’t get much better than that!

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❤️

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“A friend loves at all times...”    Proverbs 17:17 NIV
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\"Sunset “The sun sets on another fun day camping with the Girl Campers.”

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There is something special about camping with a bunch of gals. In ancient times, women gathered at the well when they went to fetch water. Farm women gathered at the Grange or at barn raisings, or when babies were born. Quilting Bees and Afternoon Teas. Women have always wanted/needed the company of other women.

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When I was much younger, I got along with men better than women. I found women to be gossipy or competitive…neither of which were appealing. However, since Mr. Virgo died, I have learned to appreciate my fellow females. Especially when we are sitting around a campfire or under a pavilion on a rainy afternoon. 

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My favorite campouts always include an afternoon siesta. Lots of talk time and knitting. Catching up with people to find out what’s been going on in their lives. When you come to a camping event that occurs once to twice a year, that may be the only time to get to see these women and they become good friends. Lifelong friends.

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I came back over to the camper after supper last night and caught the sun just before it dipped below the horizon. I thought it was lovely how the light changed to a golden green glow. These are the moments that make me remember why I bought my first camper. I want to do this as long as I am able. 

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Oh, yes…I love camping with Mr. FixIt. But, there’s just something special about camping with a bunch of gals.

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❤️

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“O God, to the farthest corners of the planet people will stand in awe, startled and stunned by your signs and wonders. Sunrise brilliance and sunset beauty both take turns singing their songs of joy to you.”\n

Psalms 65:8 TPT

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\"Rhododendron “Grandma’s rhododendron is starting to bloom out at the farm. I think it might have gotten a little nipped by the polar vortex this winter, but it sure loves these rainy days!”

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It has been rainy in West Virginia the last couple of days. We’ve even had some thunderstorms, which I dearly love. I remember really missing them when I lived in Colorado. The thunder doesn’t roll there like it does here. The rain held off till Mr. FixIt and I were finished changing the oil in both trucks. I sat on the mechanic’s stool, looking up at the sky when it started to sprinkle and asked God to please hold off for an hour or so. He was so gracious to do so. Thank you.

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I was very disappointed. We had everything set up. I got the truck up on the ramps with Mr. FixIt’s guidance, and I got down under the engine and set to work. Try as I might, I simply could NOT loosen the plug in the oil pan. I couldn’t get in a good position to get leverage. The battery pack for the headlamp sat on the back of my head wrong and kept getting in my way. And for some reason, I didn’t like the feeling of that truck over my chest on the plastic ramps Mr. FixIt has. His metal ones were stolen and I just didn’t trust plastic to hold that truck up off me. It gave me the heeby-jeebies.

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Mr. FixIt took my place and, with some difficulty, finally got the plug out. I got BACK under the truck and tried to loosen the oil filter and it wouldn’t budge. I hated to admit defeat, but i just don’t have the arm, wrist, and hand strength I used to have. I climbed back out and sat on the stool handing Mr. FixIt what he needed, when he needed it. When he was finished, I held the funnel while he poured the oil in.

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“I’m sorry.” I said, dejectedly. “I just couldn’t do it.”

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Mr. FixIt looked at me with soft eyes and said, “That’s ok, baby. That’s what husbands are for.”

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For one second, the feminist reared up in my head…then I stopped. I looked at this kind, gentle, yet strong man and said…

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“Service. That’s your love language, isn’t it?”

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He smiled and went back to the task at hand. I didn’t even offer to try helping him when we got his truck up on the ramps. We just chatted as he told me stories or pointed out the differences between the two trucks and their filters. I sat on the stool, smiling and sending up a big “Thank You” for my many, many blessings.

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“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”    James 1:17 NIV
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\"Cake “Chocolate cake pops aren’t the most delectable looking things till they get their pretty candy coating.”

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The last couple of days were an incredible jumble of extreme emotions. First, we had an intense discussion about the impact of addiction in this area and on our lives. It was deeply personal and what is said in the room, stays in the room. Suffice it to say, I could not wait to get out and call my daughters and thank them for never going down that particular path. As I left messages for them…(who’s kid ever answers the phone these days?)…I broke down in tears. Because…instead of my kids being addicted…it had been me when they were growing up. I hate that I exposed them to opioid and alcohol abuse and the aftermath it caused. But, what the enemy tried to kill, God has used to our good and His glory. 

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Later in the evening, Daughter #1 called me back. I adore both of my girls and they couldn’t be more different. My firstborn has always been the strong, dependable kid who turned into a wonderful woman and an excellent mother, but she’s not a terribly demonstrative person. She is a little crusty on the outside but soft in the center but she’d rather chew off her arm than show it. When I answered the phone, I could hear that slightly vulnerable tenderness in her voice that I so seldom get to hear and my heart melted.

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She went on to regale me with a story about her evening. It seems HER firstborn informed her earlier in the week that she needed cake pops for a going away party for one of her friends. She needed them yesterday. And…she wanted them shaped like pineapples for some reason. Now, Daughter #1 is highly creative, and an incredible teacher, but she was not particularly crafty or interested in baking when she was young. It’s amazing what we do for our kids, isn’t it? 

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She looked up how to make cake pops on YouTube and Pinterest. She e-mailed her principal who makes cake pops for stress relief. She found out that…surprise, surprise…cake pops are not baked in molds with sticks in them and then dipped in frosting. Actually, you bake the cake, let it cool, crumble it up very fine, then mix in a little bit of frosting. Just enough to work it together into a ball but not enough to get it wet. I had no idea!

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Since my granddaughter asked for chocolate, my daughter baked two layers of chocolate cake. Then she used a small ice cream scoop to make balls of the dough and rolled them into a slightly oblong egg shape to represent little pineapples. Then she stuck sticks in them that had been dipped in the melted candy coating so they would stick. At this point, it struck her what her little creations actually LOOKED like and she had to send me pictures. We laughed til we cried. It was so delightful. I was so proud of her…for everything. Being a good kid and a great mom. For having a sense of humor. For loving me so much, even though I make her crazy half the time and she can’t let me know either way.

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Then, yesterday, one of my mom’s cousins texted to tell me another cousin in Illinois passed away on Sunday. That made me sad because I just loved Betty Mae. When she and her family came to West Virginia to visit my grandma, it was an EVENT, I’m telling you. I sent a potted plant with a note and then called my aunt and uncle to make sure they knew.

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Remember I told you I made the difficult decision to not go to my niece’s graduation in Indiana? Well, I found out the graduation is outside today…in the rain…in Indiana…in tornado season. They’re giving them ponchos to wear. Oy! That’s not why God prompted me to cancel, though. Mr. FixIt was driving home yesterday and he got the strongest urge to call his best friend. When he did, his friend was crying because his wife had just passed away. His friend is going to need him here and I am so grateful I listened to the whispers of the Holy Spirit telling me not to go!

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The camper is almost ready for my big camping trip next week. I installed a new smoke detector yesterday, packed some things in the overhead cabinets over the dinette, added deodorizer to the tanks, and swept the floors. There were a couple of very small holes on the wall where I removed some curtain hardware so I filled them with a little caulking. I tried putting the quilts that I wanted to use on the bed but they are too small for the queen bed. That’s ok…I’ll use the all white quilt I used in big TOW-Wanda and just fold the extra quilts at the bottom of the bed for decoration. The only thing left to do is wash the floors and windows, lay down the rugs, take out the trash, and finish packing. It’s supposed to storm all day today, so I can get in there and play…and maybe we’ll camp in the driveway tonight! 

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❤️

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“So I commend the enjoyment of life, because there is nothing better for a person under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany them in their toil all the days of the life God has given them under the sun.”    Ecclesiastes 8:15 NIV\n

“‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.””    Revelation 21:4 NIV

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\"\" “Shari Sims and her precious pooch greet customers at Sims Greenhouse in Palestine, WV”

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Twenty-eight years ago, Shari Sims and her husband opened a little greenhouse in Palestine, WV. It’s a tiny little blink-and-you’ll-miss-it town on the quintessential two-lane blacktop way out in the country but you’d never know it from the looks of the enterprise they’ve got going now. I counted at least four greenhouses filled to the brim with the most gorgeous flowers and vegetables.

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\"Succulents\" “I love the colors of succulents…so soft and soothing.”

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We browsed through the many varieties of tomato plants and chose ten. Several of them were at least two feet tall and already have tomatoes set on. $14.00 for all of them! I couldn’t believe it. They also sell wholesale to businesses. We visited with several people as we looked around in the various greenhouses. Shari’s son is soon graduating and has taken an interest in the plant business and runs a separate greenhouse that raises lettuces. I’m really looking forward to that when he opens.

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Sims Greenhouse, 7460 Palestine Road, Palestine, WV ( out Rt. 14 past Elizabeth)

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\"Greenhouse\" “Rows and rows of the most beautiful hanging baskets and the heady aroma of petunias…enough to make you swoon!”

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As we were on our way home, I asked Mr. FixIt to drop me off at the little quilt shop that opened this winter. I have decided to make my daughter and her fiancée a quilt for their wedding gift. I can sew it when I’m with the Girl Campers next week. It’s just going to be quick with 9.5” squares in shades of purple and green…their colors for the wedding.

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\"Moss “Moss baskets add a lovely texture”

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I have to tell you…I felt so much better yesterday. We watched the evening news last night and they said I-70 from Pittsburg to St. Louis is going to be under severe weather warnings and that’s exactly where we would have been today if I hadn’t listened to that still, small voice guiding me to stay home.

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I worked on the camper this afternoon and have it about two-thirds ready. The issues with the propane and the water heater won’t be fixed before I go, but it’s going to be fine. I have dry-camped many, many times. I have electric at my site and a microwave. I can heat up water that way and wash my hair and “bathe”.

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It was really hot and humid here yesterday but we are expecting thunderstorms the next couple of days. It was 89 degrees here yesterday afternoon! May can still have some chilly days so I don’t think we’ve hit “summer” weather yet. But, my oh my….it is SO beautiful here this time of year!

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❤️

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“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;”    Proverbs 3:5 NIV
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\"Surf “I’m choosing joy by choosing to remember the special moments we spent at the seashore last week.”

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Even though Pastor Justin’s message Sunday morning was about choosing joy, I just had one of my “bad nights”. Yesterday’s post indicated I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I did. Re-entry from vacation was part of it. Being overly tired was another. And, after being gone a week, there was a lot of catching up to do and we just heard one bad thing after another all day. It just hit me hard. Combine that with eating a greasy burger too late in the evening and I was up half the night.

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I tried all my go-to remedies and nothing seemed to help. I was up pacing the floor. I tried snuggling with Mr. FixIt and that helped, but I was too hot. Finally, I took a Benadryl because I had been out mowing all afternoon and my head was throbbing. I settled into the guest room, opened the window to let the cool night air in, and read my Bible till I got drowsy. When I finally slept, it was sound and deep and restful…just what I asked God for in my nightly prayers. He is a good Father…His lullaby is perfect.

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I hit the ground running yesterday and went for the MRI of my foot. I’ve had several MRI’s in my lifetime. I couldn’t believe it took a whole hour! It was an open MRI and, of course, the only thing in it was my foot. But the noises were the same. The technician turned up the music really loud and I listened to the country station for an hour. The only hard part was boredom thinking of all the things I could have been doing. Laying still on my back for an hour on a hard table wasn’t too much fun. I just used the time to have a conversation with God.

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I needed to have fasting blood drawn from an appointment a couple of weeks ago and I kept forgetting to go in so I did that. Then I stopped at the mall and bought yet another dress for the wedding. I can’t seem to make up my mind but this one I really liked and it was 50% off. I can wear it to my niece’s college graduation this weekend and see how I like it. I even found some cute little sandals that were also half price. I’m not buying any more dresses!

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My last stop was Walmart for new sheets for the camper. I’m not one for keeping a lot of old sheets around. I buy two pair and rotate them till they’re worn out. I’ll bet I could count on two hands how many sets of sheets I’ve had in my life. Funny thing…they are exactly the same pattern as the sheets I bought for the big camper five years ago. I would have used those, but they were full size and the new camper ya s a queen bed. I also picked up a couple of throw rugs and a new shower curtain. Everything else will get moved from the old camper to the new one.

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Before we leave, I need to treat the fresh water tank with a mild bleach solution and run it through the pipes. Then I need to put some Dawn dish soap, Calgon Water Softener, more water, and a bag of ice in the black tank and take the camper for a drive to let it all slosh around in the tank and dislodge anything gunking up the works. I will drive up to a rest area up north and empty the tanks and get them all ready for Thursday. Once I get back home, I’ll make the beds and wipe down the surfaces. I’ll wipe out the fridge and the cabinets and wash the floors. Once the bathroom is cleaned, I can put down the new rugs. I’ll pack it up and we’ll be ready to go!

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So…today I choose joy. Even in the busy rush of life and travel preparation. Just breathe. Just breathe.

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❤️

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“When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought me joy.”    Psalm 94:19 NIV
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\"Statue\" “Sometimes things seem too heavy. That’s when I need to stop and read my devotionals.”

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Don’t you sometimes feel like you’re carrying a whole lot of weight on your shoulders? One should come home from vacation feeling refreshed and relaxed. While we had a fabulous vacation and I enjoyed every single minute of it, I always come home with a mountain of work to do and if I’m not careful, I’ll forget the joy of the vacation altogether. 

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When we got home Saturday night, it was raining but we emptied the truck as best we could. This left containers laying around to be emptied. Before we could put anything away, we had to clean the kitchen counters from spraying for ants last week. Then all the stuff that had been moved to the island to get moved back to the counter. THEN the kitchen stuff could be put away. This after driving twelve hours…the majority of which was done by my sweet husband.

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We were up early and out the door for church with the grandkids then our usual breakfast. We had errands to run before we finally got back home. Mr. FixIt had the rest of the truck to empty while I cleaned the kitchen and put away more stuff. Then he got out the push mower and weed eater and I hopped on the riding mower. Three hours later, we gave up because it was cold and we were hungry.

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We have really felt our age this last year, it seems. Aches and pains that never slowed us down are starting to get in the way. We can’t work sunup to sundown like we once did and that is frustrating. Made more so by the post-vacation blues. The next couple of weeks are going to be super busy. We need to finish the mowing at the Ponderosa then we have to go mow at the farm, I have an MRI on my foot today to see what the problem is that’s causing pain, then I have to de-winterize and prepare the new camper for her maiden voyage. 

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We leave Thursday for Indiana to see my niece graduate from college. We get back on Sunday, I’ll have one day to clean up the camper, restock, and do laundry before I turn around and take her up north for a week with the Girl Campers. Then I’ll have some down time. Knitting and napping and sitting around the campfire will be the order of the day. Until then, every day is jam-packed with busy. It is during times like this I have to actually set an an alarm and force myself to sit down and do my bible study. Those are the moments that carry me through the rest of it.

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❤️

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“Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where he prayed.”   \n

Mark 1:35 NIV

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\"Welcome “Home, Sweet Home…West Virginia!”

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I keep forgetting what a long drive that is coming back from the beach in one day. Twelve hours. And that’s not dilly-dallying around, either. Potty breaks only. It rained the last hour and I-77 is under perpetual repair so that slowed us down a bit. It was in the low 50’s when we got home which was a darned sight cooler than the beach was, but we were so grateful for God’s travel mercies. We only saw a couple of minor accidents on the way home. It was such a wonderful trip.

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When you get home like that, the last thing you want to do is empty the truck, but we did anyway. It’s almost all put away.

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We sprayed for ants before we left and there were just a few sighted. Nothing like before we left. And there was NO WATER in the basement! I prayed hard for that one. TRULY the very last thing you want to do when you get home from a long trip is to suction water out of a soggy basement. Oh, and the grass is nearly a foot deep in places! We mowed the day before we left. Oy!

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\"Redbud\" “Redbud are still blooming on top of the mountains in West Virginia!”

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So…we are home safe, suntanned, and very tired. I’ll leave you early with some photos of the day. The dogwoods are in full bloom. The redbud are past their prime except for the top of the mountains. I caught this one at the West Virginia Welcome Center on I-64. The Welcome to West Virginia sign is always a beautiful sight, even though it signals there are still at least three and a half hours of driving left!

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\"Dogwood\" “The dogwood trees are in full bloom and are like little fairies in the woods.”

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I would like to take this opportunity and congratulate my dear friend Deneene on her marriage to her sweet Mark yesterday. It was an intimate family-only affair but I got to see it on FB Live. Unfortunately, we will be unable to attend their open house in South Carolina next weekend as we will be watching my niece graduate from college in Indiana. I had the honor of walking with Deneene in her early grief and have watched her heart heal and expand to include new love. Congratulations, my sweet friends! I love you and miss you so!

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Happy Sunday…can’t wait to get to church!

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❤️

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“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.”\n

Psalm 139:9-10 NIV

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\"Best “Best Friends”

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Goodbyes are so hard…especially since losing Mr. Virgo. My world perspective has forever changed and grief has colored every thought since that fateful day. I am so aware of how tenuous life is and how strong the bonds between us and those we hold most dear.

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Today we have to say so long to our dearest family/friends as they head back home to Colorado and we head back home to the Ponderosa. We have had such a delightful week. The weather seriously couldn’t have been more perfect. Our first morning here dawned sunny and gorgeous and remained the same the entire week until a band of severe thunder storms came through last evening. It rained hard into the night and brought cooler temperatures but today is supposed to be sunny with a high around 70 so it will be perfect traveling weather.

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While grief and death are not in the forefront of my thoughts anymore, there are certain things that have changed because of my loss. Now, when I see a scene, I see it through the eyes of a widow and know the scenes I wish I had pictures of. As we watched the sunset in a quiet cove along the sound in the Cape Hatteras National Seashore the other night, I looked back. I noticed Ben & Sue turn to take in the last of the golden light as the sun dipped below the horizon over the glassy surface of the water. I smiled as Sue reached for Ben’s hand and I reached for my cell phone to snap this picture. I added the location and date and sent it to her. 

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We do not know when our time will come, but we do know statistically that women outlive their husbands. When Mr. Virgo died, I really had fewer photos of him than I thought. I wanted to make sure Ben & Sue had all the special events of the week recorded for posterity. 

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As we drove down to the beach last weekend, I kept thinking…”It’ll be over in an instant and we’ll be driving back home.” And, here we are. But…oh, my. We made some beautiful memories together this week and I will cherish this time together for the rest of my life. 

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❤️

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“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!”    Psalm 133:1 NIV
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\"The “Is there anything better than spending time with loved ones?”

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This has been the BEST week! The weather has been amazing. The company SO much fun. And the food has been divine. The only thing that could have made it better would be if ALL the family could be here.

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We started out with a hearty breakfast. I had a box of matzoh leftover from the Seder demonstration at church group the other night and brought it along. My very favorite Passover breakfast is Matzoh Brei. You take the sheets of matzoh and crumble them up. Pour enough hot water over them to cover them and let them sit for a while. Then you squeeze the water out of them and place the wet matzoh in another bowl. Beat three or four eggs with some cinnamon, a dash of salt, and a little vanilla extract together then pour it over the wet matzoh and stir till you get a thick batter. Drop 3/4 of a cup of the thick batter on a hot oiled griddle and cook till browned and set in the middle. Serve with butter and syrup like pancakes. Yummm!

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We all gathered our things and headed to the beach. Sue and I walked for a while and the guys fished. Mr. FixIt let me cast for him once. We got out the umbrellas and sat for a long time watching a school of dolphins playing in the surf not too far from the shore. Just when we thought it couldn’t get any cooler, we saw the blowing mist from a small humpback whale that  breached and showed his beautiful tail fin as he dove back into the sea. OMGosh! That was SO exciting. The guys never got a nibble while we were there so Sue and I decided to head to the indoor pool and exercise. We did some stretches and water aerobics moves till we were tuckered out and headed for the condo.

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After our showers, the boys come in with stories and pictures of all the fish they caught AFTER we left! Skates, shark, drum, croaker…they were busy but as always, practiced catch and release. It is the sport that is fun…not the killing.

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Once we were all cleaned up, Mr. FixIt hunted up a restaurant that served scallops as that is Ben’s all-time favorite. We discovered Henry’s in Kill Devil Hills and it did not disappoint! I had the best coconut shrimp. Sue had a blackened tuna steak and the boys both had scallops. The hush puppies were really good. We were all too stuffed to order a rich dessert. We stopped at the Ben Franklin store for souvenirs for the grandchildren and Walmart for milk and we were done for the day!

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As Sue and I were splashing around in the pool in the afternoon, I shared a concern that’s been bugging me just a little. My younger daughter is getting married in August and I am heavier than I wanted to be. I still have some time to lose weight, but that’s not the point. I’m self-conscious because my ex-husband will see me as fat. It’s ridiculous that I should even let that thought in, but there it sits. Sue has known me through thick and thin since my older daughter started dating her older son. We talked about it as we bounced around in the water with our ample sixty-something tummies and laughed at how silly we can still be, even when we KNOW it doesn’t mean diddly squat what others (ESPECIALLY ex-husbands) think! We talked about dressing strategies and letting go of the rest.

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This has been an excellent week for me…just what I needed. A week of fun and sun, sand and surf, and lots of love. My best champions are with me this week and I feel surrounded by their love and care. As Ben & Sue head off to the airport tomorrow, Mr. FixIt and I will drive home to the Ponderosa for a few days of mowing before we pack up the new camper and head out on her maiden voyage to Indiana!

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My heart is so full! 

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❤️

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“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.”\n

Colossians 3:15 NIV

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\"OBX\" “A day in the life of an OBX tourist.”

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It is so much fun to see a place through new eyes. Although this is only my fourth trip to the OBX, I’ve seen all the sights multiple times. Sharing them with some of my Colorado family has been such a joy. 

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Yesterday, we took off a little earlier than usual, picked up a quick breakfast at McDonald’s, stopped to buy some cold medicine to keep me upright, and headed to the Elizabethan Gardens over on Roanoke Island. I think that is one of my very favorite places on the OBX. It’s only a mile around the gardens, but there is so much to see. It’s also interesting to compare one year to the next as far as the bloom. Last year we were at the peak of the camellia bloom and this year we were just past. Some of the trees had already lost all their blossoms. Many of the azaleas were just past their prime as well this year but there were a few rhododendron in full bloom which is such a treat. The gardens need about fifty more gardeners to clean up the winter detritus but other than that, it was gorgeous. And, it was a glorious day! About 78 degrees with a nice breeze off the sound. Such a treat!

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The next stop was the aquarium where we slowly browsed our way through, reading the information placards and taking photos. We especially enjoyed the Turtle Hospital and the educational area where we petted the sting rays. Afterwards, we stopped at High Cotton for ribs, collard greens, slaw, hush puppies, and sweet tea. My favorite place but yesterday wasn’t my favorite visit there. I’m going to chalk that up to having a cold and my tastebuds were off.

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After we returned to the condo and I took a quick nap, we high-tailed it over to the sound side to catch another beautiful sunset. Sitting on the deck of the Sunset Grille, a cold beverage in hand, my sweet man and two of my dearest friends in the world…it doesn’t get much better than this!

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❤️

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“He who made the Pleiades and Orion, who turns midnight into dawn and darkens day into night, who calls for the waters of the sea and pours them out over the face of the land— the Lord is his name.”    Amos 5:8 NIV
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\"Sunset “Sunset over Pemlico Sound”

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The only thing more fun than exploring a new area is showing it off to friends who’ve never been there. This is my fourth trip to the Outer Banks. Mr. FixIt is sixty-seven and has only missed one year coming here. Some years he came here multiple times. Suffice it to say…this is a favorite destination.

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We cooked a hearty breakfast yesterday and then headed out to explore. The first stop was the Wright Brothers National Monument. The new Visitor’s Center is open and very nice. We meandered through the exhibits and learned about the different phases of developing the first airplane. We saw the markers that indicated the length of the first few flights. The guys hiked up the mound to the monument and looked around.

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We stopped at both the Bodie Island Lighthouse and the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse and explored. We found some really great pizza. We wandered around Hatteras Village and stopped for ice cream along the way back. We kept an eagle eye on the setting sun and slipped across to Pemlico Sound to an abandoned campground. We sat on old, weathered picnic tables and endured a swarm of gnats and the occasional mosquito in order to watch another beautiful Carolina sunset.

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We got back to the condo long after dark. We drove through a thickening sea mist that settled over the island and made the windshield kind of greasy looking. It was another beautiful day spent with loved ones. 

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❤️

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“So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living thing with which the water teems and that moves about in it, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good.”    Genesis 1:21 NIV
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\"Low “Low Country Shrimp and Grits”

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We enjoyed our Easter service at the United Methodist Church across the road from our timeshare. We attended the contemporary services and the music was very nice. The sermon was thought provoking. And it was fun to go to a Southern church and see folks in their Easter dresses. The children enjoyed a demonstration up front with the Pastor before the services began. The church itself was lovely with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Curratuck Sound.

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Afterwards, we drove around and found a restaurant that was open and had a seafood extravaganza and ate till they had to roll us home. I had the Low Country Shrimp and Grits. Yummmmmm. We came back to the condo and some napped while others walked or made phone calls. We were all still too full to eat dinner but we did finally polish off the apple pie we started Saturday night.

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It was a lovely, lazy, family day sharing stories and photos. Today, we are tourists!

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❤️

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“The apostles gathered around Jesus and reported to him all they had done and taught. Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.””\n

Mark 6:30-31 NIV

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\"Curratuck “The sunset over the Curratuck Sound:

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I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older…or maybe it’s gaining a deeper connection to God…but Easter this year seems to have a much, much deeper meaning for me than ever before. I have a close church family relationship…probably for the first time in my life. And I have Mr. FixIt and my bonus family to go to church with. Whatever the reason, this Easter is completely different…personal.

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We arrived at the beach yesterday afternoon and did our obligatory stop at the grocery store. We weren’t at the condo more than half an hour when my son-in-law’s parents arrived. Oh, my…I love them dearly and was SO excited to see them. Ben & Sue are the salt of the earth. Good, hardworking people with great character and a terrific sense of humor. I’ve known them now since 1993 or so. I’ll tell you what…my daughter won the lottery when it comes to her husband and in-laws!

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Sue and I never really talked about faith much till the last couple of years and it has been wonderful to share that part of myself with her. We have a lot of wonderful discussions and I am so happy to have them here with us this week.

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We found a church right across the street that has an 11:00 service today so we won’t miss Easter.

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May you all have a blessed Easter! And for my Jewish family and friends…Happy Passover!

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❤️

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“He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ””    Luke 24:6-7 NIV
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\"Flowering “My grandma’s pretty posies…I love to visit them.”

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I ran to the farm yesterday to pick up my laundry I left hanging to dry. I took a quick walkabout to see Grandma’s posies. She loved them so much and I always feel so close to her when I see them. 

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Grandma loved Easter time. Her flowers were beautiful and she almost always had all of her family together to go to church. I feel terrible that I won’t be attending church with the kids this weekend, but there is a church right across the road from the condo so we will still get to go to an Easter service.

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The bags are packed. Going to the time share is much like camping…we take extra linens and pots and pans because the one’s there are somewhat lacking in substance. We also bring some dry goods with us because groceries down there are so expensive. So, the truck will be packed first thing in the morning and we’ll hit the road no later than 9:00.

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Small group last night was wonderful. I talked to the girls about Passover and the rituals around the Seder meal. I brought some traditional foods for them to taste. They weren’t crazy about the gefilte fish!

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Kathy spoke about Easter. She told how Jesus washed the feet of the Disciples. Then, she prepared a basin and pitcher of warm water and washed all of our feet. It was a humbling experience. When she was done, I stepped forward and invited her to sit so that I could wash hers. I followed her example and told her the beautiful attributes Jesus sees when He looks at her. I thanked her for being such a shining example of a humble servant for all of us to see. And I told her how much I dearly love her.

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What a wonderful way to start out our week!

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❤️

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“It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end. The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus. Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him. He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” “No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.” Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.” “Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!” Jesus answered, “Those who have had a bath need only to wash their feet; their whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you.” For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not every one was clean. When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place. “Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them. “You call me ‘Teacher’ and ‘Lord,’ and rightly so, for that is what I am. Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them.”   John 13:1-17 NIV
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\"Redbud\" “I couldn’t get a good photo driving today, so I found this one through Google. This is what the redbud trees look like with the fresh, spring green of new growth. Stunning!”

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I think I would be hard-pressed to choose just one singular thing that I love the most about West Virginia. There are so many things to choose from…my grandparents’ farm, the lush green woods, the beautiful Ohio River, the sounds of peepers and the numerous birds including whip-poor-wills and owls and mockingbirds. They are all so incredibly beautiful. But, if I had to choose just one thing, it would be the redbud trees in the spring. 

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These purply-pink flowering trees burst forth in early April bringing breathtaking views around every bend. They tend to stick close to roadways and the stunning shock of pink against the bright spring green of the new growth makes me catch my breath and utter oohs and aahs like watching the Fourth of July Fireworks. They are at their peak this week and I am sure we will have quite the show on our drive south on Friday.

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We are both SO looking forward to getting away. We finished the first big mow of the season yesterday and we are so sore we can hardly move. By having the far field brush hogged, our mowed acreage has increased to six acres at the Ponderosa. For those who don’t know, a brush hog is a powerful mower you pull behind a tractor. It cuts down grass much like cutting hay and if you want to return the field to regular mowing, you have to keep after it. However, it isn’t easy mowing. The ground in uneven and choppy and you about lose the fillings in your teeth when you run over it with the riding mower. It will take a while for the grass that grows to look more like a lawn and less like a pasture.

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The roughness of mowing, as well as it being our first cutting of the season, has my shoulders, neck and arms screaming. Not even a hot bath could help. Hopefully sleep and NSAIDs will do the trick.

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My appointment at the orthopedist went well. He wants to do an MRI of my foot to check for stress fractures. That will be done as soon as we get back from the beach. Today will be spent packing during the day. This evening, I will be reading the Passover Haggadah to my small group from church. I love remembering the Jewish holidays.

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❤️

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“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters,”    Colossians 3:23 NIV
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\"Lighthouse\" “A memory from a time long ago and far away…”

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I know April is a hectic time of year what with my daughter’s birthday and taxes being due. I was also quite busy this spring writing and editing my book. And, our annual trip to the Outer Banks is this weekend so my mind was preoccupied. As I sat down at the computer yesterday to write my post, I was confronted with one of those Facebook memories complete with scads of photos….of Mr. Virgo’s and my Honeymoon. 

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I couldn’t believe it. It was on the 7th and it never once crossed my mind. I remember one year I almost forgot. It was probably four years after his death and I felt so terribly guilty because I nearly went the whole day without thinking about it. This time, it was a whole week PAST the anniversary and I may not have remembered at all if I hadn’t seen the photos. But, I didn’t feel guilty. I actually felt somewhat relieved.

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There was a point in my grief when I thought I never would feel even somewhat normal again. I didn’t believe I would ever feel joy or freedom and certainly not romantic love again. Yet, here I am. On the other side. I’ve no doubt I still have my moments. NOT remembering seems monumental in some way.

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Not focusing on or remembering an important anniversary doesn’t mean I have forgotten Mr. Virgo…or anything about him. It just means time has passed and I am healing. I’ve moved….forward. I wish I could have had some serious reassurance four or five years ago that so much healing could occur in what is a relatively short time in grief years.

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This time fourteen years ago, we were driving up the west coast on Highway 1. I wanted to stand on the beach with my husband. Fourteen years later, I’m packing to leave for a trip to the east coast so that I can stand on the beach with my husband. 

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Ironic.

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The whole thing makes me smile. It makes my heart soften. It makes me ever so grateful to have known…and to now know…such great love.

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❤️

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“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth— for your love is more delightful than wine.”    Song of Songs 1:2 NIV
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\"Hummingbird\" “The hummingbirds are back!”

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They’re baaaaaaack! I was stretched out in TOW-Wanda, relishing my very satisfying afternoon nap, when I turned over and gazed out this great big, beautiful front window at the stunning pink flowers on the shrub nearby. That’s when I saw her…a lovely iridescent hummingbird, hovering around the heady floral aroma…getting some much needed nourishment from her migration. My heart leapt for joy! I do so love this time of year…the day I get the taxes done for another year!

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This time…I promise…THIS time I will keep my records straight. I will make sure enough is withheld for taxes. I will NOT put it off till the very last minute! I promise!

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Yesterday was a coffee day for the girls from my class and it was such a beautiful day. So many of them couldn’t come for one reason or another and we missed them. Mr. FixIt came and met me at the local library and we sat down to get our taxes done. It went pretty fast because I had most everything completed the day before. We just tidied up loose ends and ended up filing jointly. It saved us some money.

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When I finally hit “send” and the returns went flying through the wires on their way to the IRS, I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. I turned to Mr. FixIt and said, “Steak! Give me steak! And a baked potato! And broccoli!!! He grinned ear to ear. He was just as glad to have the taxes over so he could get his wife back instead of Godzilla!

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We hit traffic coming through town. It was the Easter Parade! I haven’t been to one of those in decades. I rolled the window down and heard the high school marching band going by. I could see them through a parking lot as I sat in traffic. Children rushing for thrown candy. Balloons being carried through the crowds. And finally…the Easter Bunny. It made me realize…since my littles are either too far away, or too big, or too little for the Easter Bunny, I hadn’t even given the furry guy much thought, even with all the store displays. Today after church, we are taking our great granddaughter to the mall to see the furry guy himself. Then I can give the baby her book…Baby’s First Book of Bible Stories. We bought it for her Baby Dedication and forgot to bring it with us. And, we won’t be here for Easter…we’ll be at the beach. There is a church right across the street from out condo so we can still go to services.

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The steak was fabulous. Then we went to the park to walk. I couldn’t walk more than half a mile with this painful foot. I have an appointment Wednesday with the Orthopedist to determine what’s going on. I think it’s a Morton’s Neuroma. Let’s lay odds if I’m right or not.

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We got home and I fell asleep in the camper…I really LOVE having a window open right above my head! Beautiful, beautiful day! 

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❤️

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“I know every bird in the mountains...”    Psalm 50:11 NIV
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\"Palm “Looking back, I am humbled by my deliverance.”

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The stress of doing taxes this week made me sit back and reflect how differently I cope now as opposed to twenty years ago. Back then, I felt like that guy on Ted Mack’s Amateur Hour. You know the one…he twirled plates on top of sticks. First one, then two, then five…and eventually, he had about twelve of them spinning. He ran from one stick to another, desperately trying to keep all the plates spinning without crashing to the ground. 

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I did a great job spinning plates till…I didn’t. I burned out. I hit the wall. There were lots of reasons why, but the bottom line was…I didn’t have good coping skills. I had an alcoholic father. I seriously should have known not to push the drinking thing. But, more and more, I relied on alcohol to prop me up. 

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I had situational anxiety. Going to a party? I’d have a drink in the bathroom while I put on my makeup and called on “Ginny the Party Girl” to step forward…emboldened by a beer. Going to the game with the hospital administrator and his wife? Drink LOTS of beers. Hosting a dinner party for the medical staff? Wine…more wine! It got worse and worse.

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When my marriage started to fall apart, I was terrified. I had no idea how to cope because I worshiped at the altar of my husband. I only had a cursory relationship with God and I didn’t know Jesus at all. I was relying entirely on someone fairly unreliable….myself. When thing became difficult between me and my husband, I started drinking about an hour before he was due home so I could get through the evening. Many times I just got too wasted to cook so I went to bed, leaving my family to fend for themselves. 

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At the very end of our marriage, I found myself standing in a closet in the dark, drinking really expensive tequila straight from the bottle. I knew…KNEW in that moment that I was in dire straits. Unfortunately, when you are in that place, it’s really, really hard to pull yourself out of it without some help. I was just functional enough to fool people into thinking I still had it together…but I did not.

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Our last Thanksgiving, my best friend’s husband caught me sneaking into their kitchen during dinner and drinking shots of tequila. I fell asleep on their couch while all the guests were at the table having dessert. I was desperately ill, but I was also an embarrassment. My husband didn’t know what to do with me. When I overdosed a couple of months later, I made the decision for him and I went away to get the help I needed. 

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Now, as a Christian, I know that God uses all things for my good and for HIS glory. Last week in church, I said my usual prayer…”Lord, if you have a message just for me, please deliver it through Pastor Justin.” And, in his message, God sent this…

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“God will use your experiences for your good. He will use them for His glory. Your experiences are your story and your story has power. It has the power to change people. Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there and share your testimony.”

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I smiled.

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God himself told me in that moment that, no matter how bad I got…no matter how messy my life was…no matter how dysfunctional I had been…He had saved me. HE came for ME! He left the 99 and came for the ONE. And when He found me, He carried me on His shoulders back to the flocks and announced to all…”Look, I’ve found my lost sheep! Come! Help me celebrate!”

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I know God has great things in store for me. I anticipate the unexpected, just like Christine Caine preaches in her book, Unexpected: Leave Fear Behind, Move Forward in Faith, Embrace the Adventure. Yes, sometimes the unexpected is bad. But, sometimes it is amazing. I could never in a million years have imagined back when I was in the throes of torment…where I’d be today. I am so incredibly grateful that Jesus never gave up on me. He pursued me relentlessly because He had a plan. He knew what I was capable of. I am so humbled by His Love. Through Him, I can turn a dark and painful time into a testimony of the Goodness of God  

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On this…Palm Sunday…remember the triumphal return of Jesus to Jerusalem is also the beginning of Holy Week. It is the true beginning of the end of His earthly walk. May you all be blessed and humbled in the coming week.

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❤️

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““What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish.”    \n

Matthew 18:12-14 NIV

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\"Dandelion\" “I love when God sends me a not-so-gentle reminder to chill out!”

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As I’m writing this, I’m propped up in bed, the windows flung wide, the peepers peeping their springtime love song. It is 10:30pm…I just finished a long and particularly grueling day sitting in front of my computer, doing my taxes. One frustration after another…but I doggedly pressed on with only a couple of short tempered outbursts. Finally…finally I got it all filled out and pressed “send” only to find out, yet again, my laptop won’t connect to the internet. I mean…it SAYS it’s connected, but I get a page that says “Cannot find page. Check your internet connection.” It works elsewhere, just not here. So, I said enough is enough for one day and I will pick it up tomorrow….today to you.

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In preparation for a day that could be stress-filled, I spent an extra long time in scripture before I got out of bed. I read my devotionals. I listened to a little praise music. I put on the full armor of God. And still, after twelve hours in front of the screen, I found my stress level rising. Poor Mr. FixIt steered clear of me most of the day and when he did have to sit with me, he was very loving and supportive. Good man.

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When I finally called it quits for the day, I was too tired to even go out to TOW-Wanda to write…something I really look forward to when the weather is warm. I came into the bedroom to write, fully prepared to let loose a diatribe about how darned frustrating it is to spend a whole day on the taxes only to find out you have to pay a BOATLOAD. I climbed into bed, set up my little lap desk, opened my iPad, and God smacked me right between the eyes.

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?

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There, staring back at me was a picture of a woman squatting down in front of an absolutely emaciated young child…so tiny and frail and nothing but skin and bones. She’s holding a water bottle up to the child’s lips….the little one with her head tipped back, gratefully taking a sip as she clings to a crust of bread in her tiny hand.

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I am humbled…ashamed of my anger and frustration that I felt only seconds before.

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Look what I have. A roof over my head, food on my table, clean water and air, a warm bed to sleep in, health, family…God. 

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Yes, paying a big tax bill was not what I expected. But you know what? Just two weeks ago, God gave me a hefty settlement check for the accident I was in two years ago. I had a brain bleed, but can walk and talk. I lost four months of my memory, but my family didn’t have to lay me in the ground. And that check will cover my taxes and then some. 

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There is always something to be grateful for. ALWAYS.

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Thank you, God…for your provision. And for the stern reminder of how good I have it. You are a good, good Father.

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❤️

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“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.”    Ephesians 4:2 NIV
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\"Woman “Trust me…I did NOT look this peaceful and serene this week working on my banking!”

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I looked for a photo of someone working on her computer looking so peaceful and serene. Because, that has definitely NOT been me this week! Ok, seriously…I feel like I could reach back in the archives of any of the past six years, pull out a post for the week before taxes are due, and it would be the same darned story. Over and over and over. I wait till the last minute to reconcile my bank account. Yes…in the good old days when I didn’t have grief brain, I balanced it every month…to the penny. Now? Well, lets just say this year was better. I balanced it up till the end of July. The rest I had to download. And…my bank only keeps three months worth of statements in the accessible pipeline. Anything before that and you have to do a manual download which I have discovered may or may not be totally accurate. Not the program’s fault…it’s the operator. 

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I am not sure what I did wrong but my guess is I duplicated some entries and I was off by a country mile. In the past, this would have bugged the heck out of me and I would have spent an inordinate amount of time combing through every detail till I found the problem. And, if time wasn’t a factor, maybe I would do that. But it’s not like I’m keeping the national treasury balanced. My main purpose for using Quicken is to run expense reports for taxes. It’s not rocket science. I held my breath and created an audit. I go by my bank balance anyway, so I just balanced it to that and called it good.

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This wasn’t accomplished without a fair amount of hair-pulling and choice words because in the middle of things, the internet stopped working at the house. I didn’t have enough time to go back out to the farm and used the excruciatingly slow internet there, so I packed up my laptop and headed for Panera. I got a good salad, sat down, connected to the internet and ran a scan on their wireless to detect anything fishy. It came up clean so I scooted into my account, did the magic, and was back out in less than a minute. Easy peasy.

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Next stop was Sam’s club to pick up a copy of this year’s TurboTax. I freaked out a little when I couldn’t find any and was afraid it might be sold out but they had some copies at the service desk. TurboTax has this really neat thing where you can do your taxes online and just pay for the tax program when you’re finished. The thing is, it was about $30 more to do it that way. You have to pay attention…these guys are tricky!

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So, the banking is done. Now all we have to do is plug in the numbers and see where we stand. Married filing jointly? Married filing separately? We’ll just have to see how it plays out. I’m just so blessed to have the choice.

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❤️

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“Tell us then, what is your opinion? Is it right to pay the imperial tax to Caesar or not?” But Jesus, knowing their evil intent, said, “You hypocrites, why are you trying to trap me? Show me the coin used for paying the tax.” They brought him a denarius, and he asked them, “Whose image is this? And whose inscription?” “Caesar’s,” they replied. Then he said to them, “So give back to Caesar what is Caesar’s, and to God what is God’s.””    Matthew 22:17-21 NIV
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\"Memories\" “Photos of childhood memories can bridge the miles between you and your children.”

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Sometimes it’s hard to reach my kids, both literally and figuratively. They have busy lives. Jobs, families, houses…they don’t have a lot of time to visit with their mom. I get that. I was in their shoes. So, instead of whining about it and pulling more than a nominal guilt trip, I have taken to sending them pictures of things I find on Pinterest. Not just any old thing. Things that will stir a memory of their childhoods and make them smile whether they have time to talk or not.

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One such photo was this one. It is identical to the kitchen we lived in when she was little and her daddy was in medical school. She remembered the sink, she said. But I know, if she remembered the sink, she thought of all the times I canned our food and baked our bread. She might have thought of the times we set up the tent in the backyard so she could have a sleepover. I’m sure she thought of the slumber party I let her have in the Vanagon camper with the pop top. We were still finding peanut M&M’s months later. Maybe she thought of the Christmas Eve Blizzard when we spent the day pushing people out of the ditch in front of the house. Or the time she rode her bike on the church parking lot down the street and almost put her eye out on a tree branch.

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I miss being close to my kids. Maybe by this time, if I hadn’t have found Mr. FixIt, I might have been back there…or at least spend more time in Colorado. But, just as my girls have lives…so do I. I just have to make the most of the time I do have with them when I am there.

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I spent yesterday at the farm again. I made great progress on the paperwork I’m doing. Tomorrow I can wrap it up and we can do our taxes and be done with it. I promise myself every year that I wont procrastinate next year…and here we are. Down to the wire yet again. Maybe next year!

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❤️

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“But everything should be done in a fitting and orderly way.”    1 Corinthians 14:40 NIV
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\"James “Resist the devil and he will flee.”

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I remember back in the first two to three years of my grief, I often had what I referred to as “bad nights”. Nights were especially difficult from the beginning. Too many hours stretched ahead with too much time to think…especially since I had such a hard time sleeping. It didn’t take much to send my mind chasing rabbits and soon a thought would have me in a tailspin. I spent SO many nights alternating between gripping the mattress and throwing up. All. Night. Long. It was brutal.

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Thankfully, that finally evened out. Partially from time and healing, but mostly because I got a grip on my anxiety once I learned it’s source. Some may call it a trick of the mind, but I have been much more successful in not only controlling my anxiety, but sending it packing altogether. Prayer and petition to God to come in and bring me comfort helps tremendously. One thing has really helped me and the old me would have rolled my eyes with a “Right…sure…ok.”

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That one thing is banishing Satan. The enemy comes to rob, steal, and destroy. He is the force behind the thoughts “You can’t handle anything.” “You will always have anxiety.” “I’ll make sure you are miserable all the days of your life…this will never get better.” When I feel anxiety creeping in, I talk out loud now. I just tell the old goat to get the heck away from me because I don’t believe his stinking lies. 

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The second thing I do is listen to praise music. I have discovered if I’m having anxiety and I start playing praise music and singing along, the anxiety dissipates. I cannot be anxious and upset while praising Jesus.

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And…I’m human. Sometimes I forget to do those things and I get caught with my guard down. That’s what happened on Monday when we drove by my dad’s house and saw it had been torn down. I immediately felt sick and I let things spiral. I felt horrible and out of control. I could hardly eat a thing and that night, after writing my post, I tried eating a bowl of cereal and immediately got sick.

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I did excuse myself to the guest bedroom so as not to interrupt Mr. FixIt’s sleep. I took something to settle my stomach and I read the Bible and listened to praise music. And I asked God to send his angels to wrap their wings around me and keep me safe. I immediately fell into a deep sleep and awoke refreshed and feeling much better.

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I knew I needed to spend some time at the farm, though. The Farm is my touchstone. I drove out and sorted through my papers to prepare the taxes. I drank coffee and walked around the yard looking at Grandma’s posies. Once the paperwork was sorted, I took a little snooze in Grandma’s bed and finally headed back to The Ponderosa.

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Mr. FixIt did yard work all day. The field looked like a well manicured golf course. He wanted to show me some things so we walked the entire five acres, hand-in-hand, marveling at the spring beauty. We inched through a rose bramble to look for arrowheads on the creek-bank. We moved an old fallen tree. We found violets in the grass and looked for frogs in the ditch along the road.

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Last night, just before bed, we went out back in our robes and slippers and held hands while we counted stars. The “bad night” of the night before wasn’t even in my memory. It had been banished with a stern warning…spoken aloud…”Get away from me Satan…you have no dominion over me!” He isn’t as powerful as he would like you to think he is. He can’t read our thoughts so we must speak aloud to him.

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Every time I get closer to Jesus…every time I raise my hand in church and further commit my heart to Christ…the enemy swings hard. He does this for the precise reason…he knows I’m a threat. He knows who lives in my heart…who is my true north. And he hates that. That’s ok. I can do hard things. I can have a “bad night” if it means I get so much greatness on the other side. 

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❤️

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“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”    James 4:7 NIV
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\"Camper\" “On a road trip to pick up an old camper…the flowering trees were stunning!”

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Last week, my friend Barb was visiting from Alaska. A bunch of our classmates got together for coffee. Barb had the sniffles and said she thought she was allergic to the cat and the dust from having her house closed up for so many months. But, it turns out, our poor friend had Influenza A. So far, we are all fine. She is a nurse and was quite careful in how she interacted with people.

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At the coffee, she reminded me that she still has a big camper in her back yard and if I would just please come get it, I could have it. Well, who turns down a free camper, right? Mr. FixIt and I went on a little road trip yesterday that turned into an all day extravaganza. (The flowering trees were AMAZING!) First, we had to take the title to the State Police barracks to get a single use tow permit. The closest place was the next city over. 

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When we got back, we went around to see the camper and start figuring out how to get it out of her back yard. I would love to have been a fly on the wall and watch her husband back that thing in there. The back yard is accessible from the alley. On the other side of the alley is a parking lot for the Head Start on the next street over. It was so obvious we weren’t going anywhere till the employees at the school left for the day.

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We decided to go back over to the next town. As we were driving, I realized we were just a couple of streets away from my dad’s house so I asked Mr. FixIt to turn down his street. We drove down the street slowly and at first I was puzzled. I thought maybe I had the street wrong, so I looked at the sign. No…this was Mulberry. I turned around and it hit me….they had torn down his house!

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I have no idea why, but that hit me in the gut and I almost threw up. It was so unexpected. The only time anything like that has happened to me before was when I had been away from WV for quite some time and walked up on the top of the hill. I had not known my uncle had much of the land timbered up there and the starkness of change gripped me in the same way as my father’s missing house.

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It took me quite some time through the afternoon to process that. I brushed it off as my diet, or not having enough protein for breakfast. Later, when we got home, I went off by myself in my little camper and cogitated quietly. Change. Sometimes we sweep it under the rug. I can’t do that anymore. I have to chew on it for a while till I can swallow.

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But, back to the task at hand. We browsed an antique store then headed to Walmart. I’ve been wanting to buy Mr. FixIt a portable tire inflator for his truck for quite some time. Pulling a camper with older tires on it seemed like the perfect opportunity to have a little 12v air compressor handy. We also picked up some sandwich fixings and had a picnic in the truck as we watched it rain.

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We called the Head Start to find out when the employees would be gone and headed back to Barb’s house by 4:00. The camper was squeezed in between a chain link fence and a building with a foot on each side. Hooking up was easy and it only took three tries to get it out without damaging anything. We drove straight to a service station and pumped up the tires. We walked around and gave it a good safety check. I felt the hubs and they were not hot. The tires didn’t look dry rotted. The rear lights worked as did the flashers and the turn signals. We adjusted the brakes and the weight distribution hitch and headed home.

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We drove slowly and got home long before dark. Once we decided where to park the camper, we unhitched and gave the camper a good look inside. It is not in good shape. It has had a leak for quite some time and the ceiling sags in a couple of spots. It’s a 2002 and when it was new, it was a really high end camper. Unfortunately, she isn’t a candidate for really fixing up. We were hoping we could make her road worthy for someone to really use. We have decided to give her a good cleaning, inside and out, and then I’m sure she will make someone an excellent hunting cabin. All they’ll have to do is seal the leaks in the roof.

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So, we did our good deed. We helped my friend lighten her load and give her one less thing to worry about during her short visit home. It took nothing more than a little time and half a tank of gas. 

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Now…my dad’s house being gone? I’m still processing that.

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❤️

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“Our people must learn to devote themselves to doing what is good, in order to provide for urgent needs and not live unproductive lives.”    Titus 3:14 NIV
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\"Camper “This was the biggest selling point on this camper.”

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I could hardly wait to get home yesterday afternoon. We had a beautiful day….the baby dedication at church was lovely and we had a family breakfast afterwards. Then we ran errands. It rained while we were in church and again while we were eating breakfast. Then it was dark and cloudy all afternoon. We got home about 4:00 and I made a bee line for TOW-Wanda III and a much anticipated Sunday afternoon nap. I was no sooner tucked in till the sky opened and the sound of rain on the camper roof lulled me quickly into a deep sleep.

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When I woke up…this is what I saw and I smiled from ear to ear. This window. I love all the light in this camper and this window takes the cake. I can prop myself up in the corner with my lap desk and iPad and be a totally happy camper! 

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I remember all the times in Little TOW-Wanda when I sat like this, propped up with a mug of good coffee and a stack of magazines…staring out a window like this and letting God’s nature heal my broken heart. Oh, how I’ve missed this. To turn over and see the sky. To gaze at stars as I drift off to sleep. I’m itching to get off on adventures but there’s stuff to be done first.

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Today we are heading to my friend’s house to pick up the camper she’s giving me. I have no idea what shape it’s in so we’ll see. Then there’s taxes. The bathroom is coming along…Mr. FixIt has plumbing to do before we can move the rest of the shower stall in. I need to clean out TOW-Wanda Grande and get her on the market. I need to clean out the truck because we leave the 19th to head to the beach. The first mowing at the Ponderosa occurred this weekend. That means the yard at the farm is going to need mowed this week, for sure. 

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And off we go. This is the time of year when we hit the ground running. That lazy nap yesterday, stretched out in my little new-to-me camper looking through my big picture window at the rain on the flowering bushes, will just have to hold me over for a while.

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❤️

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“Dear friend, guard Clear Thinking and Common Sense with your life; don’t for a minute lose sight of them. They’ll keep your soul alive and well, they’ll keep you fit and attractive. You’ll travel safely, you’ll neither tire nor trip. You’ll take afternoon naps without a worry, you’ll enjoy a good night’s sleep. No need to panic over alarms or surprises, or predictions that doomsday’s just around the corner, Because GOD will be right there with you; he’ll keep you safe and sound.”    Proverbs 3:21-26 MSG
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\"Camper “The first thing that had to go was the bunk bed over the main bed.”

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The first thing I did yesterday…after coffee, of course…was head out to the new camper. I could hardly sleep the night before, I was so excited. I didn’t realize how very much I missed my first camper till I got a load of this one! I hooked it up to electric and checked out the systems again. The air conditioning worked fine. I cleaned the filter screen in the AC unit so it works more efficiently. The fan, lights, and microwave. I haven’t checked the refrigerator yet.

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Mr. FixIt was kind enough to bring a ladder and some RV cleaning products out to the camper for me as well as a hose and scrub brush. I started scrubbing with an RV wash/wax combo and followed up with a Norwex cleaning cloth and Norwex cleaning paste to get the black streaks off. I rinsed it well and checked inside…NO LEAKS! Yesssss! No leaks is a good thing…especially with a 2007 camper. This thing is built exceedingly well. 

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The camper is a Cikira Classic Cruiser 18FB…which roughly translates to an 18 foot camper with a front bed. From what I can find, Cikira RV wasn’t around for very long, but I don’t think that was because they lacked a quality product. If this camper is any indication, the quality is excellent. The RV industry isn’t easy to break into. But more importantly, look at the date of my camper. The economy in 2007 was booming and people were traveling a lot. Then 2008 came and the bottom fell out of the market. No one was spending money on anything extra. I know…that’s when I had to close my needlework shop. Hobbies like camping and needlework are the first to go when it comes to extraneous expenses.

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Once I had the outside walls scrubbed down, I opened the awning and gave it a good wash. I left it open to dry in our beautiful 72 degree weather and closed it up before dusk so it wouldn’t gather the dew. Then it was time to head indoors. The first thing that had to go was the bunk bed overtop the main bed. The previous owners had a 10 year old daughter who loved the bunk above, but it was too confining to lay underneath it and I knew I would hit my head every time is sat down. The bunk was secured with sturdy angle iron and the plywood base was screwed securely to it. I removed the twin size memory foam mattress and Mr. FixIt helped me carry it down to the storage room. We can use it for an extra if we have overflow company. 

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The front piece of the bunk bed was a long piece of heavy angle iron attached to a decorative wood front. I removed that piece but left the other three pieces of angle iron connected to the three walls above the windows. This way, if we ever need the bunk bed again, we can pop it back in easily enough. Taking that bunk out opened up the entire bed area and made it much more comfortable, roomy, and light. By this time I was fried so I gave in and snuggled up on my new bed and took a nap. 

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So, our blessings continue. Our great granddaughter is being dedicated to Jesus in church this morning! My heart is so happy!

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❤️

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“And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.”\n

Mark 10:16 NIV

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\"Camper\" “The perfect little camper!”

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When I started out this week, I never dreamed I’d be the owner of SIX campers by the weekend!!! What??? Yes, that’s right…S-I-X campers! Ok, when Mr. FixIt and I started dating, he had two campers (a hybrid and a 27 foot Jayco) and I had one (a 30’ Starcraft). Then, by fall I bought our fourth camper…a 1967 Franklin I named “Joy”. She is still out at the farm and I need to get her over to the Ponderosa so I can work on her some more. 

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I picked up the little camper yesterday and I’m telling you…she’s a little cream puff. She is immaculate inside with a Sealy memory foam mattress. (Color me happy!) Mr. FixIt went with me to check her out carefully and he agreed I got a good deal on a great little camper. Hooking her up was easy peasy. We stopped at the first gas station and checked the air pressure. This is especially important every single time you tow. Remember the blowout I had coming home from Blackwater Falls a few years ago? It was caused by undetected low tire pressure. I learned a valuable and expensive lesson that day. All four tires were low. This happens when a camper sits for a while. We pumped them all up and headed for home.

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The second test would be to see how well Frieda pulled this camper. I was sure she would do well, but this is an 18’ camper. I’ve seen different weights. An online spec sheet says 3740 and the tag on the trailer says 4200. There are some steep hills on the drive home so I watched carefully. Frieda towed that trailer like a boss and the transmission temp didn’t get up over 197 degrees which is perfect. When we got home, I felt the hubs and they were barely warm to the touch so that is wonderful. 

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I pulled the camper around to the side of the house where the water connector is. The exterior surface is fairly dirty and dull. I wanted to see how it would clean up. I used my Norwex cloth and cleaning paste on a two-foot square section and it looked brand new when I was done. When it started getting dark, I went in the camper and stretched out on the yummy mattress. It’s wonderful! I opened the rock guard from the front window and it is exactly like my first camper…a Sportsmen Classic by K-Z RV. 

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I loved my first camper and I’ve got to tell you…I love this one more. If my first camper would have had a dinette with a separate bed, I never would have gotten rid of it. This one has exactly what I’ve always wanted and I’m thrilled!

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Now, a friend has a 30’ camper that she is giving me and we are going Monday to bring her home….making SIX campers. Mr. FixIt has one for sale now and TOW-Wanda Grande will be on the market as soon as I get her emptied and cleaned up. 

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“Hi, my name is Ginny…and I have a camper addiction.”

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This was absolutely, without a doubt, a prayer answered. This camper is more economical, practical, safer to tow….Thank You, God!

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Oh, an update on the bathroom. We managed to go another day without killing each other. However, we did end up having to cut a big chunk out of the drywall to get the bottom piece of the shower stall inserted. AND…there was yet ANOTHER trip to Lowes. Mr. FixIt’s measuring is impeccable. I am not kidding…that opening isn’t 1/16th of an inch bigger than the shower base. I am in the presence of engineering greatness…seriously!

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❤️

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“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.”\n

Proverbs 16:9 NIV

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\"Vintage “There’s something about vintage kitchens that speaks to my heart.”

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I came across this picture on Pinterest the other day. I don’t…CAN’T…spend as much time on Pinterest as I would like to. I have too many irons in the fire right now and I know what a black hole Pinterest is. It’s a candy store for creatives and I get SO lost. I pop in there every day because I get notifications. Almost always, there’s something on my landing page that I might pin if it’s an idea I’m working on, thinking maybe there WILL be a time when I can be a bit more leisurely. I look at my notifications, then I’m out of there…1-2 minutes, tops.

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The reason this particular picture grabbed my attention was a memory. Hubby #2 and I moved into our first house a couple of blocks from the medical school and this cabinet, and one just like it on the opposite wall, was in our kitchen. It formed a walkway into the breakfast nook where you sat in front of a big picture window. 

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The view out the window was unremarkable, but that kitchen was one of the coolest in any house I’ve ever lived in. It was big and roomy with tons of storage space. It had a window over the kitchen sink which is always a must have for me. To this day, I cannot remember if the countertops were red or green…but I definitely remember that vintage style. It spoke to me…even as a young woman.

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You don’t find vintage kitchens like this much anymore. We are a throw away society with a newer is better attitude. The young wives of the ‘80s wanted new and better and hopefully not avocado green or harvest gold or that hideous brown copper toned color. No offense…if that’s what you have or what you love, but it was an affront to my sensibilities then and it remains so today. There is NOTHING nostalgic about that for me.

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Speaking of renovations, we are still in the throes of redoing master bath at the Ponderosa. I have never been married to a man that could fix or build anything. Seriously, if anything got built or renovated or decorated, it was my doing. I’m the one with the power tools. Well, I was. They all were stolen when someone broke into my storage unit and broke my heart. Mr. FixIt knows how to do everything. He didn’t get his name for nuthin’.

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Here’s the thing. When I fixed up my mom’s house to put it on the market, I did the entire house myself except for installing the kitchen cabinets, connecting the gas for the new range, and updating the electrical service to the house. I tore the kitchen out to the walls and did it all…set the sink, installed a garbage disposal, new GFI outlets, plumbing, laminate flooring, under cabinet lighting, tiled the backsplash and entryway, coped the baseboards and quarter-round molding. I also refinished the hardwood floors, switched out all the ceiling light fixtures, put in a new doorbell and doors and storm doors, painted the entire inside, changed out the bathroom fixtures, tore the entire floor out and installed a subfloor, underpayment and linoleum, new baseboards and quarter round, a new toilet, took out the old medicine cabinet and installed a new mirror and lights and tiled the backsplash. 

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In other words…I know my way around a renovation project.

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The thing is…I probably didn’t know enough to be intimidated. I just did it. And if I didn’t know how to do something or what tool I needed to do it with, I just consulted the knowledgeable staff at Lowes or read one of my helpful how-to books. I wasn’t picky. If it looked good, that was my bottom line. I thought it turned out great. Anyone who saw it thought it turned out great. And…I did the whole thing in about 4 months…by myself, for the most part.

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Then I married “The Man With The Engineer’s Brain”.

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Have you ever asked a man with an engineer’s brain to do something? They will do it. Perfectly. Absolutely perfectly. They will spend an inordinate amount of time drawing up plans…perhaps even doing so on a CAD program on the computer than costs more than the budget of small countries. They will print out the plans and study them and make notes. Then they will go back in and edit said plans. Then…once they are satisfied with the design, they will start the shopping process. The frugal engineer will have his/her supplies mapped out and listed by store according to price. This you will buy here. That you will buy there. All in good time.

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Finally, the work begins. There will be measuring sessions. That will last a totally unpredictable amount of time. More notes will be taken and perhaps the CAD plans will be altered and reprinted. The flooring alone took several weeks. In a bathroom half the size of a good walk-in closet. Then there came the drywall. The patching. The sanding. The next coat of patching material. The second sanding. The third coat of patching material and the necessary sanding. Then came the painting. First the ceiling. Two coats. Then the walls. At least two coats. 

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I came in to see how it was going after the second coat of paint dried and Mr. FixIt was sanding…again.

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“What on earth are you doing???”

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“I didn’t like the way that looked. I don’t like satin paint. You can never get it to look good. I’m fixing this spot.”

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“Cool. I’m going back out to the camper write now. Love you!”

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Now we are at the point where we are installing the shower. He measured and calculated and remeasured and recalculated many times and finally…finally…we went to buy the fiberglass shower stall on Monday. That thing weighed a ton. We had to take it apart in order to get it in the house. Once inside, we took the protective coverings off and it was not only scratched, but it had several cracks in the fiberglass surface. So, we had to cart it back outside, put it all back together, and take it back to the store to exchange it. Once home, we had to take it apart again to get it in the house. Thank GOD it didn’t have any cracks because I just might have said a few choice words.

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I could have had this bathroom done in two…three weeks tops. But I can guarantee you, it would not look nearly as perfect as the bathroom Mr. FixIt is building. I’m more of an instant gratification kind of gal so this has been a real learning opportunity for me in patience and appreciation. It’s coming along though. It’s definitely coming along. 

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❤️

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“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.”\n

Romans 12:12 NIV

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\"Vibrant “Vibrant Women…a women’s ministry.”

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Something phenomenal happened Friday night and it has taken me this long to process it. Actually, I’m sure I’ll be processing it for some time to come. We have a husband-wife team leading our church. It has been wonderful to watch Pastor Heather growing into a strong leader for the women of our region. A little over three years ago, God planted a seed in her to lead a Women’s Ministry. She gathered her friends together, told them her ideas for this movement, and asked them to start feeding her possible names. When she heard “Vibrant Women”, she was moved. Vigorous. Energetic. Lively. Vital. All words that resonated with where she wanted to go with this movement….words that described women of strong faith.

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This was the third Vibrant Women event held at our church…the second I have attended. It’s come a long way since the beginning. I think there might have been two-hundred women at the first one. Friday night saw almost SEVEN HUNDRED women packed into our church. There wasn’t a seat in the house. The sound booth said at one point the decibel scale peaked out at the same level as a jet engine. It was crazy fun. The energy level in that room was amazing.

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We had a guest pastor…Pastor April Carter of the Together Church in Yakima, Washington. Pastor April spoke about Living Beyond Fear. Oh….she touched every single one of us. At the end of her message, she told a personal story. Someone who works in her church called her…panic stricken. Then he arrived home, his house was surrounded by police, fire, and ambulance crews. They would not let him in the house. The only thing he knew was, something happened that involved his son. Pastor April and Pastor Micahn headed to the hospital to meet them.

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As they sat there, waiting for word of what was going on, she absentmindedly fingered a necklace she was wearing that a friend gave her. It is engraved…”I Can Do Hard Things”. The time dragged slowly by. They prayed together. They held each other up. And, finally…the doctor came out. Their friends’ son had gotten his hands on a gun and somehow accidentally shot himself. And they could not save him. Pastor April closed her eyes and repeated to herself…

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“I can do hard things. I can do hard things. I can do hard things.”

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Since Mr. Virgo died, I haven’t been so good in medical emergencies. There have been times I haven’t been able to show up for people who need me to do hard things. Pastor April challenged us to put on our boxing gloves and get in the ring of life and fight. Listening to her, I felt empowered. I felt stronger. I felt like trying harder and being the best version of myself I can be. I mean, isn’t that what faith does for us? 

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“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Even the hard things.

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We were doubly blessed in that Pastor April delivered our message at church yesterday too so we got to hear her twice this weekend. I googled her name on YouTube last night and there was a message called “Hard Reset”. You should give it a listen if you are interested. She is very good. 

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❤️

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“I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”\n

Philippians 4:13 NIV

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\"AdvoCare\" “It’s time to get healthy with AdvoCare’s 24 Day Challenge!”

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I went to the doctor last week for bronchitis and had to do that thing I’ve dreaded the most…I had to step on a scale! I haven’t weighed myself in ages…mostly because I just find it so demoralizing. I am past the caring what others think of me thing. However, I do still care what I think of myself. I don’t feel healthy when I weigh this much. My feet hurt. My bladder leaks. My acid reflux is abysmal. The whole thing makes me pretty darned cranky.

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Unfortunately, I’ve had to take steroids twice in the last six months and that wreaks havoc on my weight. However, I can’t just blame this weight gain on medications. Writing this book kept me sequestered in my camper for the last two months. And when I write, I nibble and nosh without thinking much about it. Winter brings the blahs and comfort food gets me in trouble in a hurry.

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It’s time to do something about it. I did check into a weight loss program that a friend of mine is one. She has had a dramatic weight loss and looks wonderful, but her program is $400 a month and that is unreasonable for someone on a fixed income. I have decided to do what worked for me last time and just ordered the Advocare 24 Day Challenge. It’s time. It’s not too terribly expensive and if you work it, it really gives me that jump start I need to get me going. If any of you are interested in doing it with me, you can send me a private message and I can send you the link to purchase what you need. If you followed along with me three years ago, you saw what a difference it made.

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It’s a new season. I need to stay active and physically fit so I can maintain my fun girl camper lifestyle! I’m going to be 66 this summer…it’s time to really take serious control of my health!

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❤️

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“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.”    \n

1 Corinthians 9:24-27 NIV

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\"Whitetail “The little whitetail deer of West Virginia are so delicate and fine boned compared to the larger mule deer of Colorado.”

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Thursday nights have been fun the last three weeks because I’ve spent the evening at the local pizza shop…munching on yummy pizza and people watching. Last night, my friend Charlotte came to have dinner with me and catch up. Charlotte and her husband, my second cousin Rick, are the couple that took my farm cats down to their barn to live. She says they are doing really well. As a matter of fact, four or five beautiful ducks showed up recently and have taken up residence with the cats and a plethora of roosters. A lot of times, people end up with more roosters than they need to get the job done and they end up down at Charlotte’s barn. She has quite a menagerie now. Next week, my small group meetings begin for our Spring session so I won’t be hanging out at the pizza joint for a while.

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The other night, I came out to the camper with Mr. FixIt’s headlamp on my head. As I was unlocking the door, something caught my attention and I turned to my left. The light swept across the big field and it looked like the lions of the Serengeti out there. Nothing but eyes shining back at me from just above the grass level. There must have been a dozen deer bedded down out there and at first, it was downright spooky till I figured out what they were.

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We don’t have any new babies yet. It won’t be long before we see little spotted fawns gamboling about in the fields of The Ponderosa. Once in a while, we sleep out in the camper now that the weather is getting warmer. When Mr. FixIt joined me the other evening, a huge possum was standing just outside the camper and about scared the stink out of him. The furnace was running and I had the music on so I didn’t hear him yelling. 

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I haven’t smelled any skunks out yet. The birds are starting to nest in the eaves. We have had a problem with swallows nesting in the chimney so we need to get it covered before too long or they’ll be back. I noticed the mockingbird was back this week. It sits on the old TV antenna above our bedroom window, its distinctive call sounding like a multitude of birds. I’m waiting to hear the whip-poor-wills and the owls.

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Tonight is the women’s conference at my church and I’m really looking forward to going with my bonus girls. Afterward, I’m headed to the Girl Camper weekend and the Camper College near Huntington. A fun girl’s weekend!

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Mr. FixIt is making great progress on the master bath now and the flooring is about to go down. He did a wonderful job on the drywall. That is something I never did in all of my renovation projects. It’s hard to handle a full sheet of drywall by yourself. Fortunately, he only had to patch a few places. Hopefully we get this project done soon as there are many more in the lineup and the weather is getting nicer every day. We are about to head into our warmest week yet and it’s none too soon!

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Happy Friday, everyone. I hope you are going to go out and enjoy this beautiful spring weather in your neck of the woods! 

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❤️

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““But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.”    Job 12:7-10 NIV
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\"Farm\" “The Ponderosa is the land I have dreamed of all my life.”

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I’ve still been recuperating from this bronchitis/cold/virus/allergy thing. Kind of laying low, taking care of myself. To keep from re-infecting Mr. FixIt (he already had this last month), I’ve been spending a lot of time out in TOW-Wanda…resting, reading, writing, napping, cogitating. It has been very good for me to spend so much time in my little house on wheels. It certainly made winter go by MUCH quicker!

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As I was writing this yesterday, I was stretched out in my “sun room”…the slide-out in my camper. It is actually the dinette, but it collapses down and makes a twin-sized bed and I actually have a mattress in there. I have piles of pillows and comfy blankets all around so it’s a nice little cocoon in which to snuggle and write and dream.

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An e-mail came in while I was writing and it took me back probably ten years or so. It was from a site called Land Watch. Many years ago, I was trying to convince Mr. Virgo that it would be a very good idea to move back home to West Virginia. He humored me and looked at the farms and land I found. He half-heartedly searched for B&B’s for sale here and in the surrounding states. But, he came from Pennsylvania…he lived a long time in Florida…all with the goal of ultimately living in Colorado. His Nirvana. I think if push came to shove, he would have moved here for me…but he wouldn’t have been happy. God had different plans anyway because he took Mr. Virgo to His home before I could take him to mine.

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As I looked at that e-mail and thought of all those times I dreamed of having a few acres in West Virginia, I looked out the windows of TOW-Wanda at the fields and far hills of the Ponderosa and smiled. I have what I have always dreamed of having. A faith-filled life. A wonderful family…biological and bonus. And land…a garden, grass, trees, flowers. TWO farms, actually. I’m doubly blessed. I had no idea ten years ago I would realize my lifelong dream but it wouldn’t look at all like I thought it would. It’s funny how life plays out. 

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I took the liberty of blurring out some identifying features in the photo above. There’s a neighbor up at the top there…I blurred out their home. And I blurred out the roads and route numbers that were on the map. But it gives you an excellent view of the Ponderosa. All that green there? That’s what we mow! This satellite image was taken at least two and a half years ago because the maple is still in the front yard. It fell in late 2016 or early 2017. You can see the curved drive where there are two campers parked. My TOW-Wanda sits where that blue dot is on the map. 

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Nature is getting ready to show off…things are getting green. The trees are starting to bud. The forsythia are blooming, as are the daffodils. They were stunted somewhat by the polar vortex, I think. They are much shorter than usual. We were walking through the yard on Monday and realized it won’t be long till we need to mow it. It will be at least a month before we get the pool ready. As I am writing this, the sun is shining. We are at our high for the day…51 degrees. We are going to our Alma Mater’s Girl’s Softball game this evening to watch one of the granddaughters play. It is a good life we live and I still have to pinch myself sometimes to believe I’m really here.

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❤️

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“He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,”    Psalm 23:2 NIV
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\"Widow\" “Has the mental image of ‘widow’ changed all that much?

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One of my friends shared a post with me yesterday. Ironically, it turns out I know the woman who wrote it. And, I know her well enough to understand what she meant by what she said about being called a widow. The writer, Jan, said she didn’t like the term “widow” because it conjures up this preconceived notion of “old” and “feeble”. As she says, we live in an era where ageism runs rampant. Our gray hair and social mores puts the widow in an unenviable position on more levels than grief alone.

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Jan says she hates going into doctor’s offices and filling out the forms, having to select widowed or single. She has taken to saying she is “single-by-death” because, she DOES feel single. I’m all for changing the vernacular and the image of widows. Of course, the early throes of acute grief is a time where most of us feel old beyond our years, lost, destined to a life of lonely sadness. After that period of crisis, we do begin…in our own time…to heal and move forward. I don’t know any widow who wants to be looked down on and pitied. In this day and age, widows aren’t a bunch of doddering old ladies wearing black and sitting in the corner crying all the time.

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I hated the term widow, too. I thoroughly resented it at first because I was very, very busy trying to pretend he didn’t die. Calling me a widow just turned a spotlight on my spectacular ruse and left me with nothing but shadow puppets of my former life. I sometimes rebelliously referred to myself as “single-by-chance” simply because I hated the word death as much as I hated the word widow. “Single-by-chance” could cover a lot of situations…death, divorce, break-ups. I liked it. But eventually, I just went with widow and tried to show what one looks like by pulling a huge camper across the country alone and dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly and going into the wilderness and backroads of Colorado for three months…alone.

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In researching photos for this post, I Googled “widow”. There was a plethora of images of spiders and Scarlet Johansson in a black latex catsuit with the occasional Civil War era tintype of a haunted woman in black thrown in for good measure. This got me to thinking…if Google is any indication, maybe the world isn’t as obsessed with the word “widow” as widows themselves are. Widowhood and grief are lonely pursuits. We are singular. We are rather myopic. We have lost half of our whole. At least, we have for a while. Eventually, half reduces itself…bit by tiny little bit.

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I was widowed…singled-by-chance…surely not by choice. Now that Mr. FixIt and I have married, when I relate my story in my work as a speaker and a writer, I say I was widowed. I suppose in the absolute vernacular, I am a widow. But that is a far smaller piece of who I am today than it used to be. I think that’s the way it should be…for me. 

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That’s the beauty of language and social norms. We can change things. We can change the words and the images of who we are in the world today. Who we are and how we want to be seen. What works for one may not work for another. Be who…or what…you are. Empirical evidence says…I am a Child of God…first and foremost. The rest is superfluous.

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❤️

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““Cursed is anyone who withholds justice from the foreigner, the fatherless or the widow.” Then all the people shall say, “Amen!””    \n

Deuteronomy 27:19 NIV

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\"Satellite “A satellite view of The Farm….lots and lots of trees and hills.”

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You have seen pictures of the farmhouse I’ve been caring for…the home of my heart. I’ve tried to describe what the 74 acres looks like. “Lots of trees and woods” is a bit of an understatement and it’s hard to picture if you are unfamiliar with the dense deciduous woods of West Virginia.

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I went on Google Maps and took a satellite view of the farm. I wasn’t able to get all the land in one picture without making the house look so small you couldn’t see it. But, that little red dot in the lower left corner is the map pin on the house. And those dense woods you see there is maybe two-thirds of the farm itself. Inside those woods are trails and roads, creeks and rocky outcroppings. And somewhere off to the right about one-third up from the bottom is the strawberry shed where we sorted berries for the farmer’s market.

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The ground gains elevation rapidly on both sides of the house and comes together in a “V” and on up the hills to the back of the farm. The little creek that comes down off those hills and runs right past the bedroom window roars when there’s been heavy rain. It crosses under the road through a two or three foot culvert and joins the bigger creek across the road. That flows on down to a larger river, to a larger river, to the Ohio River to the Mississippi River, and finally to the Gulf of Mexico. Water from our farm. Isn’t that cool?

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Well, in theory it is cool. But this is the time of year for massive flooding so our rushing creek water gets added to thousands of other creeks and the drainage backs up. Our watershed isn’t related to the flooding in the Midwest. Their flooding is of epic proportions and people are still trying to dig out from under that.

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Before Parkersburg built the flood wall, town used to flood a lot. When I was a little girl, around five years old, the creek that ran beside our house overflowed its banks and we were evacuated by rowboats going up our street. Since then, a lot of mitigation work has been completed and they don’t see that kind of flooding anymore.

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We are supposed to be getting rain all day again. A little cooler today, but soon….soon we will enjoy long stretches of warm spring days and we can spend more time outside. The forsythia is just started to bloom. Whole hillsides are covered with bright yellow daffodils. They were an inexpensive flower that farm wives could afford to put in their yards to brighten up their little corners of the world. As a matter of fact, you drive along country roads and you can tell where houses once stood by the evidence of daffodils in a square or rectangle…surrounding the perimeter of a house long gone.

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The grass is greening up. Mr. FixIt and I remarked that we’ll be mowing before long. And, the spring onions are sending up their shoots in clumps all through the lawn. The first time or two that we mow, it will smell strongly of onions when we pass over them. When I was a little girl and we milked cows, the milk smelled and tasked of onion. NOT want you want to eat on your !Cheerios! The butter also smelled like onions…not quite so bad if you were putting in vegetables, but yucky if you were putting on biscuits with jelly.

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I love, love, love this time of year. Time to roll up our sleeves and get stuff done! 

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❤️

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“Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.”    Deuteronomy 32:2 NIV
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\"The “Coffee at The Bodega”

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I decided to treat myself yesterday and stopped in the brand new coffee house that just opened. The Bodega. In Spanish, bodega actually means grocery store. But a broader meaning is a meeting place where you get supplies. I knew when I walked into this sweet storefront…this wasn’t your average run-of-the-mill coffee house. There was something special going on here.

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The atmosphere is soft, inviting, with a great big overstuffed sofa with a soft blanket and pillows. Next to it was a huge, supple leather chair. Small tables, fresh flowers, and a sort of fresh vintage farmhouse vibe made the place very comfortable. I ordered one of the homemade cinnamon rolls and a latte. Both were delicious. The staff were warm and inviting and are willing to accommodate the Coffee Divas when we gather for our monthly caffeine infusions.

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As I sipped my latte, I caught the music overhead…worship music. I have been immersing myself in praise music lately. I find my spirit uplifted and my writing goes much more smoothly when I get into the Word and Praise more. Then, when I am actually writing, I listen to the Nature Sounds station on Pandora. If I listen to praise music while I write, all I want to do is sing!

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The owner of the coffee shop was a missionary in Honduras for some time. While there, they had a gathering place where they received their marching orders for the day. They called it The Bodega because a lot of good things came into and went out of their doors. When she came back to the states, she took some time to heal and ponder how she could create such a place here. There are so many within the surrounding area who need loved on and  lifted up. 

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After countless “what ifs” she decided to just go for it and jumped in with both feet and thus, The Bodega was born. The owner is looking forward to seeing what kind of great things God has in mind for this little oasis. And so am I. 

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❤️

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“He said to them, “Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation.”    Mark 16:15 NIV
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\"Purple “I am hoping this is the one!”

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The last time I was a Mother of the Bride was in 1995. It’s been a while. I’m an entirely different person this time around than I was when my older daughter got married. I was a hyper-involved helicopter mom back then. Just ask my daughter. She will tell you that she really had very little to do with her wedding because it was MY party. Many years of therapy later, I can now see that I lived the life I wished I’d had vicariously through her. I had terrible stage fright. She was in theater. SO cool! I wasn’t popular or athletic enough to be a cheerleader. She was. Uber awesome! She had cool friends that I got to hang out with. She got to go to college and live in a dorm! I was positively green with envy. She married the first young man she met in college and they were (and still are) perfect for each other. I wanted the fairy tail life she had. She loved me because I was her mom. But she hated me all the same. And I don’t blame her.

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As her little sister, sixteen years her junior, was growing up, I can’t count the times Daughter #1 huffed at me because she wasn’t allowed to do this or that like her little sister. “She gets away with murder!” “You would have killed me if I did that!” She’s right, of course. I was already too tired to fly that helicopter over the young one and I had a crapload of my own issues by that time. Siblings are different anyway…but the difference between these two is remarkable.

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Consequently, I am hardly involved with Daughter #2’s wedding. For one thing, I live on the other side of the country. For another thing, she and her fiancée have incredibly eclectic taste and their’s will hardly resemble a traditional wedding. I’m just tickled to pieces she has found someone whose beat matches her own. I’m happy to show up with a smile and stand where she tells me. This is going to chap her sister’s hide, I can assure you. But it is what it is.

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I am actually going to be the Co-Matron of Honor at this wedding…a position I will happily share with her BFF, Lizzie. When I asked my daughter what she wanted me to wear, she said she didn’t really care as long as it was in the colors they chose for the occasion. Royal Purple and Hunter Green. I laughed and thought maybe I could wear Gold Lame and we could throw beads and pretend it’s Mardi Gras! You can clearly see my thinking is different now than in the ‘90s. 

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I chose to go with purple instead of the dark green. For one reason, the green just sounded way too hot to me and this little soirée takes place the first weekend in August. Also, I look better in purple. And, it’s a little bit easier to find appropriate attire this time of year if you look for spring colors. 

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I’ve been scouring the dress shops in our little burg and the selection is somewhat limited. I really don’t want to spend a boat load of money on a dress I will more than likely only wear once and since she doesn’t really care, I’ll go the least expensive route. I’ve scanned the internet and finally found this dress. I like it. It will hide a multitude of self-perceived “flaws” in case I don’t lose as much weight as I would like…a task I am hard-pressed to accomplish if I continue to eat pizza like I did as I wrote this. I did break one of my cardinal rules ordering this dress. I believe it is coming from one of those foreign clothing manufacturers and I have no idea if it will look anything like the picture. It was less than $40 so I’m not getting my hopes up, but if it’s a fiasco I’m not out a ton of money. I’ll let you know if/when I receive it.

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In the meantime, the plans continue, my smile is ready, and it will be a beautiful day.

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❤️

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“We are careful to be honorable before the Lord, but we also want everyone else to see that we are honorable.”    2 Corinthians 8:21 NLT
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\"Woman “Ahhhh, the vagaries of youth…some I miss, most I don’t!”

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So, here’s a topic we’ve never delved into…that dreaded part of being a woman during her reproductive years. Yes…that monthly visit from Aunt Flo. I can tell you this, when I had a total hysterectomy in 1994, I was tickled as all get out to get rid of that monster. Unfortunately, it was immediately replaced with a rampant case of “InstaPause”…full on menopause symptoms felt all at once when I came out of anesthesia. None of that slip-sliding into the quasi psychotic stages of hot flashes, weight gain, depression, anxiety, and hair growing out of places where hair should NEVER grow on a woman. Noooooo….I dove head first into that lovely mess. The only good part about the whole thing was saying goodbye to Aunt Flo for good!

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One of my readers passed this on to me yesterday and I had to share it with you. OMGosh! I laughed till I cried, so of course, I have to share it with you. I SO know you can relate!

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“This is an “actual letter” from an Austin, Texas woman sent to Proctor and  Gamble regarding one of their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. This was PC Magazine’s 2009 Editors’ Choice award-winner for the best letter sent via e-mail. 

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Dear Mr. Thatcher, 

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I have been a loyal user of your ‘Always’ maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I’d probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I’d certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. 

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But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic I can’t tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there’s a little F-16 in my pants. 

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Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I’m guessing you haven’t. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I’ll be transformed into what my husband likes to call ‘an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.’ 

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Isn’t the human body amazing? 

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As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you’ve no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer’s monthly visits from ‘Aunt Flo’. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it’s a tough time for most women. 

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The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants. Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words:

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‘Have a Happy Period.’ 

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Are you f—— kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? 

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Well, did it, James? 

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FYI, unless you’re some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything ‘happy’ about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don’t march down to the local Walgreen’s armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn’t it make more sense to say something that’s actually pertinent, like ‘Put down the Hammer’ or ‘Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong’. 

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Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullsh!t. And that’s a promise I will keep. 

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Always. . … 

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Wendi Aarons - Austin , TX”

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If you are still getting visits from your Aunt Flo, my sympathies to you. Lord, I surely don’t miss those days! ❤️

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“A wise woman builds her home, but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands.”    Proverbs 14:1 NLT
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\"Embroidered “I love vintage embroidered linens.”

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When we finally got home from town after church yesterday, I went out to TOW-Wanda and started getting her ready for the camping season. And, by getting her ready I mean I made the bed. And got in it. There’s nothing better than a good book in your camper on a Sunday afternoon. That, and a little snooze.

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As I was getting the linens out to dress the bed, I came across these pillow cases. The blue and white one was purchased as part of a set made from antique German linens I purchased in Colorado in the ‘80s. The antique dealer had them embroidered…the pillow cases with the scroll embroidery and the shams with “Good Morning” and “Good Night”. I love this set and had forgotten the pillowcase had made it’s way into my camper at some point. 

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The other pillowcase is from a set I had my mom embroider when she came to Colorado one time. She used to embroider all the time and I loved the idea of having something she made to carry with me forever. It makes me smile and think of her.

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I sent my manuscript to the proofreader last week. There were a few typos she highlighted for me. And, there were a couple of notes to areas that needed fleshing out in my book. She mentioned she wanted to know more about my mom and our relationship. When I curled up under the covers in TOW-Wanda yesterday, I thought of my mom…Wanda. I picked up my iPad and wrote more about this kind and loving soul who was my mother. She was one of a kind and I loved listening to the rain on the roof as I walked down memory lane with my mom.

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Mother-daughter relationships can be tricky. My mom and I butted heads a lot. In all honesty, I was always a little too big for my britches, as my grandma would have put it. I was married to a doctor. I had a career in medicine. I had traveled a lot more and had lived in big cities. I fancied myself ever so much more sophisticated than my mom. It wasn’t until after the overdose that I realized what a horse’s patoot I had been to my poor mother. The only defense I have is the fact I was on Prozac for so many years and it changed my personality so that I really didn’t care much about others.

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Fortunately, I got off all the meds and alcohol and grew up quite a bit so that my mom and I had a much better relationship the last few years of her life. It would have been so terribly sad if she would have died before we got to that point. She has been gone for 15 years now…so hard to believe. I am so happy I have tangible reminders of her and that I chose to keep them when I downsized. There are some things you just can’t get rid of and this pillowcase is one of them.

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When Mr. FixIt came home, he came out and joined me in TOW-Wanda and we spent the night in the camper…our first night out for 2019. Maybe it’s not quite camping weather because they were predicting a bit of snow overnight, but we had plenty of cozy comforters and a furnace to keep us warm. Bring on the camping season!!! 

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❤️

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““Honor your father and mother.” This is the first commandment with a promise: If you honor your father and mother, “things will go well for you, and you will have a long life on the earth.””\n

Ephesians 6:2-3 NLT

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\"Spring\" “I know it isn’t officially spring, but….this is good enough for me!”

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Beware the Ides of March, they say. March 15th hasn’t always been my favorite day. For instance, this was the day Hubby #2 told me he wanted a divorce. Not one of my better days. This was also the day of Mr. Virgo’s viewing and Rosary which knocked all previous bad days out of the bad day competition up to that point. I think the 16th nudged ahead of that one.

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Now though…now is different. Even though it’s not officially spring in West Virginia, you can’t tell Mother Nature that. Yesterday was stellar with a temp of 79 degrees at 4:00pm. After watching videos of the bomb cyclone that tore through Colorado on Wednesday, I was ever so grateful to sit in TOW-Wanda and write. The sounds of the peepers serenaded me as the stiff breezes rocked the camper gently. I even rubbed it in by video chatting with my favorite peeps in Denver and showed them the sunshine and open windows in my camper. Yeah…they don’t like me much right now….can’t understand why. insert eye-roll here

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We all have good times and bad times in life that cycle up and down. I don’t forget the bad times. In the throes of acute grief, you honestly don’t believe you will ever feel joy again so it comes as a surprise when you first feel it. You even feel guilty because, after all, how can you possibly laugh when your person died? Eventually, one smile brings two. Laughter slowly replaces tears. Warm memories eventually move the pain of loss a little further back in your mind till eventually, even one day after the angelversary, you can feel the sun on your face and appreciate a warm spring day with undeniable joy in your heart. 

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Life is good. God is great. Spring is here. Joy abounds. Breathe. If these things aren’t here for you yet…hang on. They’re coming. ❤️

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\n “A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength.”    Proverbs 17:22 NLT
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\"Daffodils\" “It’s getting to be springtime in West Virginia!”

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Ok, it isn’t officially Spring for another week, but this is one of the biggest reasons I love living in my home state. Spring comes early here. It wasn’t incredibly warm here yesterday…low 50’s…but the sun was shining and it was a perfect springlike day. As you know, yesterday was Mr. Virgo’s Angelversary and I came to the farm for a couple of days. I drank great coffee. I ate yummy chocolate hearts. And it essentially gave myself a day of rest and self-care.

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We need days like that sometimes. I woke up and did my Bible study. Read my devotional. My heart was warmed by your loving and supportive responses to my blog post yesterday. As the clock crept toward the hour of his demise, I thought of Mr. Virgo. I wondered how different my life would be now if he hadn’t died. While no one would choose for their loved one to die, I cannot imagine my life without Mr. FixIt now. 

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I can’t conjure up that pain anymore. It’s like childbirth…if you could actually imagine it, you’d never have a second child. I know it was terrible. I remember my reactions to it. I know how hard it was. But I cannot feel that pain anymore. My question yesterday that I kept circling around to was this…I wonder what yesterday would have been like if my path hadn’t crossed Mr. FixIt’s? I know having someone special in my life makes it easier to face the difficult moments. 

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The fact that yesterday was a beautiful day helped immensely. Colorado and the Midwest is preparing for a mega storm today. And I’ve got to tell you…other than missing my Colorado family immensely, I am not sorry I moved away when I see storm after storm pile snow up higher than most people are tall.

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If you’re out there and you are facing yet another winter storm today, I’ll send you some love and light. My daughter shared this footage from Ouray, CO. Red Mountain Pass is closed from dozens of avalanches with 60’ snow and debris fields on the highway. When we lived in Pagosa Springs in Southern Colorado in the winter of 2008-2009, we had 7’ of snow in two weeks. There were little mountain towns like Creede and Lake City that were totally cutoff from the outside world. They had to drop food and supplies via helicopter. At least Ouray still has the northern route in and out of town open so they have access.

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Be safe out there, people. Stay in if you can. ❤️

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https://www.kob.com/new-mexico-news/snow-strands-people-in-ouray-colorado/5275384/

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“I will send you the seasonal rains. The land will then yield its crops, and the trees of the field will produce their fruit.”    Leviticus 26:4 NLT
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\"Handsome “Remembering Mr. Virgo”

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Last year, I removed the date of Mr. Virgo’s death from my calendar so I would no longer receive reminders on my phone. After all, I’m not likely to forget such an event as that anyway. I do have a hard time remembering the exact date of my mom’s death and my grandma’s and my dad’s. I know approximately when they occurred but I have to look it up if I need to know the exact date. Not so with Mr. Virgo’s. I’ll never forget that…or him.

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It was six years ago today that we set out to buy the travel trailer to take us into retirement. It was a beautiful sunny day with a hint of spring and we had everything to look forward to. Although I had been having premonitions all week, it was still a shock when he died so suddenly.

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This was something I didn’t believe I could recover from. I swore to my girls that I would never, ever get married again because I couldn’t go through this a second time. Yet, here we are…six years down the road and I’m married again…to an equally wonderful man. I’ve been blessed with good men in my life. 

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My friend Deneene lost her husband in March a few years after me. I began to mentor her through the widow experience when she was going through a particularly rough patch. We don’t get to see each other much anymore as she has moved to South Carolina with her new love. We connect frequently via chat and yesterday, she sent a note telling me she was thinking of me and the angelversary of Mr. Virgo’s death. She asked how I was going to commemorate this day. Last year, when I removed the alarm from my calendar, I thought five years was enough of that. I figured I wouldn’t want to do anything special anymore. But, once I thought about it, I decided I was wrong. Time doesn’t change the facts.

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It’s interesting at this point to think of my marriage to Mr. Virgo. He has now been gone the same amount of time we were married. And, just because time has passed, and just because I’m crazy in love with Mr. FixIt and I’m happily married, doesn’t mean my love for this wonderful man I shared my life with has diminished. Daughter #2 called me yesterday and we talked for quite some time about this. When we lose someone so special, our hearts expand at some point. My heart is much, much bigger than it was when Mr. Virgo died. There are spaces there with the names of every person I have truly loved. Those spaces do not become smaller in order to allow room for other to come in. The vessel itself had to grow. 

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As time has passed after each loss, those spaces that remain from the love lost aren’t empty shells. I’ve filled them with love and memories like filling a beautiful vase with thousands of blooms…only these flowers will never die. There were times, especially with the divorces, that I held onto bitterness and anger, but those things did not serve me. Filling each space in my heart with love has been my saving grace. 

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I am so blessed to be married to such a wonderful man who does not expect me to clean house and rid myself of those spaces in my heart. I would never expect him to do so. If you have truly loved someone, no matter what the end result of the relationship, filling those rooms full of flowers can set you free.

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So, I’m at the farm. I’m writing and drinking good coffee and eating chocolate hearts. And I’m counting all my blessings for a heart filled with blooms by remembering my life with a good, kind man. ❤️

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“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”    Psalm 73:26 NIV
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\"\" “Typing away…tap, tap, tap!”

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I am back to work on the book. I’m editing the first rough draft and it’s going really well, actually. My prayer going into this was to have a cheerful heart and find joy in the process. It’s amazing what a change in attitude can do in making a normally arduous task into something of a pleasure. Fresh eyes and a little distance gives you a new perspective and it’s easier to identify where the story needs polishing.

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I took yesterday off. Grandma always instructed us to keep the Sabbath. She told me if I ever sewed anything on Sunday, I’d spend all of eternity picking it out with my teeth. I can approach editing with more joy than before, but that doesn’t mean I want to spend all eternity doing it! We went to church with the family and then brunch. 

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I bought the piece to fix the toilet at the farm. I need to fill the propane tanks for TOW-Wanda. Then I can hole up in the camper and write. Oh…and I finally took down the Christmas tree. I figured it was time with the spring forward thing!

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We had such a lovely warm day yesterday. We got out of the truck after church and the peepers were singing! That is definitely the harbinger of spring. We made it through another winter! 

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Oh, I wanted to tell you about something that happened last week. Actually, it started about a month ago. I had a small mole on my temple that suddenly started to grow. I didn’t think much of it, but when it became tender and was really getting quite noticeable, I figured it was about time to call the dermatologist to go in and have it taken off. 

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Then I heard a sermon on healings. The premise was to not only pray for the healing….but to believe in the healing and thank God for it as if it had already occurred. Last week, I placed my finger on the growth and thanked God for taking it away for me. I just believed it was gone. I really wish I would have taken a picture of the growth for proof because…in two days’ time, it quite literally dried up and fell off! I run my fingers over the smooth skin where this growth was and I am just so amazed. Power of suggestion? Placebo effect? Nah…I’m going with divine intervention! Isn’t that amazing? ❤️

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“Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.”    Jeremiah 17:14 NIV
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\"McCrory’s “McCrory’s Five & Dime in Downtown Parkersburg”

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I got my first job when I was 16. My family didn’t have much money, and if I wanted to buy anything extra, I had to come up with a way to pay for it myself. I saved my babysitting money in a piggy bank. Then when I had a fair amount, I went to the bank and opened a savings account. Then I learned McCrory’s was looking for help with sales and stocking the store in the evenings after school. I walked downtown from my mom’s office and got the job.

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I especially remember a beautiful jewelry box. My mom didn’t have nice things like fancy jewelry and the like, but what she did have…she treasured as if it were something from Tiffany’s. I wanted that jewelry box for my mom. 

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I knew that once the money went in my savings account, it was off limits for spending. That’s when I heard about The Christmas Club. If you went in to the bank and put in a dollar, you could open an account that basically just parked your money for you till the holidays. Then you withdrew all but a dollar and started over.

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I put that jewelry box on layaway at McCrory’s and opened my Christmas Club account. I remember feeling SO grown up when I put money in my account and knew it was going to be something special for my mom. Every Saturday, my friends and I would take the City Bus downtown to walk around the stores. My first stop was the bank to put some money in my Christmas Club. Then we went to GC Murphy’s and I bought a 45RPM record and a small ball of angora yarn to wrap around my boyfriend’s ring to make it fit me. Then we would sit at the lunch counter and have a Cherry Coke and laugh and talk for a couple of hours.

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Sometimes we would walk through Dils Brothers Department store. The front of the store had huge display windows that were tastefully decorated. We took the elevator up and down. There was a woman in a uniform who operated the elevator and called out each floor. Every once in a while, you heard a small soft chime overhead. I believe it was some sort of communication to the employees. None of us could afford to buy anything at Dils. We couldn’t afford Broida’s Stone & Thomas or Buttermore’s Jewelers either, but we walked around and pretended we could.

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When the first of December came around, I went to the bank and cashed in my Christmas Club and bought my mom that jewelry box. She thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. I had enough money to buy her a bottle of Evening in Paris as well as some bath salts. I know I bought her gifts over the years, and as my financial situation improved, her gifts became more elaborate. But none were ever given, or received, with such pride as the ones I gave that Christmas from the first money I ever earned on my own…from McCrory’s Five and Dime. ❤️

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“Dishonest money dwindles away, but whoever gathers money little by little makes it grow.”    Proverbs 13:11 NIV
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\"Daylight “Daylight Savings Time begins at 2:00am tomorrow!”

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I sat down yesterday to browse my calendar when it struck me…it’s, like…MARCH! Not only that, it’s over a week into it already. This winter was SO much easier to take so I have to think about what I’ve done differently and do it again next year.

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We kept the tree up. Ok…it’s STILL up. It’s not decorated but no one who comes out our road and sees the white lights twinkling through the window really knows that. I love the white lights. They make me happy and if that’s all it takes, then I’ll leave the darned tree up all year round! Ok. I’m not going that far. Maybe it should come down tomorrow. After all, tomorrow night when we go to bed, we turn the clocks forward and Daylight Savings Time begins. I think that should be the new benchmark…the tree goes up the weekend after Thanksgiving and comes down when we spring forward!

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I spent the entire month of February out in TOW-Wanda. You have no idea what that did for me. My mood stayed up and I felt like I was camping, even though I was out in the field and didn’t actually sleep in the camper. So, I guess this means I have to write a book every February from now on. That works for me!

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The writing itself kept my mind occupied and off the fact that we were in that long, dreary stretch of wasteland called winter. I poured myself into my book and before I knew it, 75,000+ words had poured out of my fingers.

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We planned and executed projects around the house. Having goals helped make the time pass more quickly.

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All of these things kept me looking forward and boosted my spirits. I took breaks away and spent time at the farm which is always my happy place and helped immensely. We have a lot of fun things planned in the coming months. There’s going to be camping trips and gatherings with my friends. My niece is graduating from college in Indiana. We’re going to meet my son-in-law’s parents at our time share in the Outer Banks. We’re going to fit a trip to Florida in there somewhere. We have friends in South Carolina and Tennessee that we want to see. My daughter is getting married in August in Colorado. And we have a new great grandchild coming around the time we get back from the wedding. 

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It is going to be a fun and busy summer and those are the months I want time to slow down to a crawl!

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Don’t forget to set your clocks ahead tonight when you go to bed. We’re heading into spring time!!!! ❤️

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“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”    Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV
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\"Serenity “It never occurred to me to apply the Serenity Prayer to grief, but it makes perfect sense.”

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I used to be a social drinker. For a long time, I told myself that anyway. And, I suppose it was true if you considered every day having at least one, maybe two glasses of wine with dinner…”social” drinking. I mean…I WAS with people, right? I never really saw it as a problem. When I was pregnant with my second daughter, I didn’t drink at all and it never bothered me. After she was born, I had a small glass of wine in the evenings. The doctor said it was good for me and it relaxed the baby. Whatever the doctor says, right? 

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Once the baby was weaned, I was back to my two glasses every day. It didn’t really become a problem till the last year I was with Hubby #2. My marriage was on the rocks. I couldn’t fix it and I couldn’t face losing it. So, we put doilies on the elephant in the room and I mixed a pitcher of Martinis…for myself…before dinner. If it wasn’t Martinis, it was Tequila…or really good Scotch…or stiff Bloody Mary’s…or a bottle of excellent Cabernet. I was self medicating…and that was a problem.

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It interfered with my relationships…with my husband, with my kids, with my friends. I knew my marriage was circling the drain and I was going down with the ship. It wasn’t till after the overdose that I saw the light. I woke up in the ICU and knew I’d hit rock bottom and something had to change. I’ve never touched a drop since January 5th, 2000. And I can honestly say, I’ve never had the slightest craving, not the tiniest bit of desire to drink alcohol or take prescription pain meds. Nothing. 

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For a period of time, I went to AA meetings…nine months, maybe. I know there are people who work that program and it saves lives. I know that for a fact. I also know, God can lift that burden off of you in a heartbeat because I am living proof of that. For the longest time, I only related the Serenity Prayer to AA. It is recited at the meetings, so I took a narrow view of its usefulness.

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What if…what if we use the Serenity Prayer on grief? 

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“God, grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change;”

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To this, we can say….”God, I cannot change the fact that he died. Help me to accept that.”

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“Courage to change the things I can;”

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To this, we can say…”God, help me walk in a way that honors him. Give me the courage to face this new life alone. Make me strong in my faith so that I can change the things in my life that no long serve me.”

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“And the Wisdom to know the difference.”

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To this, we can say…”God, make me wise in my decision making. Give me discernment in my dealings with people. Bring me the wisdom of knowing when to hang on to things and when to let go.”

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It honestly never occurred to me to use the Serenity Prayer on anything out of the context of alcohol…maybe drugs. But not Grief, or pain, or depression, or anxiety. This opens doors to another avenue of prayer and…I can never have too much prayer in my life. ❤️

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““I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.””   -   John 16:33 NIV
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\"Cardinal\" “A redbird just makes my day!”

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I fixed my coffee and sat down at Grandma’s window to read my morning devotions before I commenced editing the rough draft yesterday. A red flash caught my eye and I looked out to see a cardinal at the feeder. It didn’t take long for me to realize both feeders were empty. I set my coffee aside and dragged the big seed bin from the corner of the dining room out to the front door. I used to leave this bin out on the front porch till one day I noticed the lid was getting chewed up. I used a bungee cord to tie the lid down to keep the critters out but the raccoons were about to get in out of sheer persistence.

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I quickly filled the feeders and was happy to get back inside out of the 17 degree chill. It was snowing to beat the band five minutes earlier, but now the sun was out. It left little warmth, unfortunately, but my…it did look pretty on that new snow. I dragged the seed bin back into the dining room and tucked it behind my chair and sat back down. In moments, Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal swooped back in, their feathers puffed up to trap air and keep them warm. They looked pretty fat and sassy, but I knew they appreciated breakfast.

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I heated up my coffee.

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I found myself wishing I had done more for Grandma when she lived here all those years after Pop-Pop died. Oh, I bought her a new stove once and a refrigerator. I talked to her on the phone one day and she was remarking how hot it was and her fan stopped working. I went online and ordered a fan and she received it the next day. She thought I was some kind of miracle worker. I never could get her to understand internet shopping.

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In her later years, when she spent so much time sitting in her chair in front of this very window, her Bible lay open on her lap as she studied her Sunday School Lesson. She would have loved to have had these bird feeders out on her porch then. The birds would have been so close she could almost reach out and touch them. This made me chuckle at another memory.

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When grandma took pictures of the family when we gathered for visits, she stood way back so everyone fit in the frame. None of this “scooch together, guys”. Nope…she would have moved back as far as she needed to to get everyone in the picture. This is why, unless you were present on that particular occasion, you only have the vaguest idea WHO is actually IN the photo. You can’t make out any facial features. If you blew up the pictures a hundred times, you still couldn’t identify anyone simply because it was too far away to gain any kind of focus.

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But SHE knew who was there. She never forgot a thing. She was sharp clear up to within a year or two before her death. She never forgot a gathering…they were just that important to her. She always wanted us to all get together at her house, at the same time. She reveled in her family. I understand that more now than I ever have. I miss my Colorado family. I enjoy my West Virginia family. Couldn’t the two states be closer?

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I finished my devotion, in front of Grandma’s window and another thought came to me. I wish I would have accepted Jesus while she was still living. She would have loved that. ❤️

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“How good and pleasant it is when God’s people live together in unity!”\n

Psalm 133:1 NIV

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\"The “Running out of propane sent me running for the farm.”

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I had a lovely, slow start to my morning yesterday. I had a full day planned out in “the office”, reading and editing the rough draft. Went out and turned the furnace on ahead of time to warm it up since it was a frigid 17 degrees. I fixed my coffee, gathered my book bag, kissed Mr. FixIt goodbye, and headed out to TOW-Wanda.

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I wasn’t out there 20 minutes when it seemed to be getting colder instead of warmer. I got up and checked the air blowing out of the heater vents…barely warm. I lit the burner on the stove and even on high, there was barely a flame. I was very close to running out of propane. So, I shut it all down, packed everything back up, and headed back in the house.

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As I’ve shared before, we are in the midst of renovating the master bath, which usually has Mr. FixIt hopping. However, with it being 17 degrees, he wasn’t very motivated to go out to the building and cut drywall. I knew I would be tempted to blow off what I intended to do and just hang out with my buddy all day. Instead, I announced there was a change of plans.

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Since my book bag was already packed, I decided to come to the farm for a few days of intense editing time. After a snooze in the recliner, Mr. FixIt found the motivation to work on the bathroom…since his playmate wasn’t going to be there. It sounds like a win-win, I do believe. I arrived, fixed some lunch, and carried my coffee to the front window where Grandma always watched the world go by. My portable desk on my lap, my iPad open and at the ready, I found my gaze continually pulled to the view before me.

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There is the clock I bought Mr. Virgo for his last Christmas. There is the little birdhouse my dear friend Charlotte gave me. You can see the newel post my Uncle Bud made for Grandma when I was a very little girl. He had a penchant for all things cedar. Out front, the bird feeders were attracting the usual flock of chickadees, finches, and tufted titmice. The doves gathered around on the ground below, scavenging what had been knocked aside by the others as they looked for their favorite tidbits among the seeds.

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I kept hearing a banging sound I couldn’t identify. It sounded like the popping sound the old gas stove made before we switched out for the new one. I sat in the bathroom for twenty minutes waiting for it to kick off and back on but it never did. I sat in the bedroom and finally heard the sound again. It came from the front of the house. I walked around out front and couldn’t find anything and just as I was coming back inside, a gust of wind knocked something on the front porch and duplicated the sound. A little repositioning and the problem was solved.

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The deep gong of the only wind chime I can tolerate let me know the breeze is picking up. It’s cold and white outside, but in here, it’s warm and toasty. We have free gas at the farm. My Pop-Pop always said, the free gas was worth more than the farm itself. I believe he is correct, from a strictly monetary and convenience standpoint. But I would beg to differ in the real value of these 74 acres. This is…and will always be…the home of my heart. It’s old. It’s drafty. The roof leaks in a couple places, but not bad. The linoleum flooring is cracked and has holes here and there…it’s pattern worn and faded. 

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The original double hung windows are single paned in desperate need of a good washing. The nail heads show through on the old plaster and lathe walls. The boards creak in just the right areas to play the same tune I’ve heard all my life as I wander through the rooms. The pump kicks on out in the cellar house, reminding me our water doesn’t come through some treatment plant but is filtered through the sand and limestone far below my feet. It’s been briny ever since they capped off the wells on this property over 60 years ago.

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As I write this, propped up in Grandma and Pop-Pop’s bed, the window is cracked open just enough so I can hear the soft gurgle of the creek beneath the bedroom window. You don’t really have to have the window open to feel the wind blowing outside. All you need to do is stand near the front or back door and hold out your hand. The wind blows around the edges quite easily.

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A thought has been nagging me for a week till I finally figured it out. My grandma died 20 years ago March 2nd. It is so hard to believe she has been gone so long and I miss her every day. I think that’s one reason I love this farm so much. I know SHE loved it, and I loved her. This is where I feel closest to her.

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Ok, so…I didn’t get as much done yesterday as I would have liked. That’s ok…my heart is full and my spirit is warmed by the rich memories these walls hold for me. I’ll take getting recharged here over stressing about edits…any day of the week. Today will be another day and I can start refreshed…coffee in hand…warmth in my heart. ❤️

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““But watch out! Be careful never to forget what you yourself have seen. Do not let these memories escape from your mind as long as you live! And be sure to pass them on to your children and grandchildren.”\n

Deuteronomy 4:9 NLT

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\"March “March forth on March 4th!”

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One of the benefits of being 65 is hindsight. I look back over my life and see a mishmash of events and situations that have led me to the exact spot where I stand today. Any decision along the way could have taken me in an entirely different direction. What if I hadn’t had the two marriages that ended in divorce? I wouldn’t have these beautiful daughters that have blessed my life so tremendously. I wouldn’t have Big and Little to make my heart sing. I wouldn’t have the in-laws and extended families that come with marriages. I wouldn’t have the lessons I learned through it all.

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Each decision brought the next circumstance. While the second divorce was the worst because it was the longest marriage…if we hadn’t parted company, I never would have met Mr. Virgo. He helped me to believe in myself. He taught me so much about life and unconditional love. I tell people he taught me how to live without him by showing me I am much stronger than I ever believed. And then he died. 

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I can’t help but look back over the past nearly six years since Mr. Virgo died and marvel at the resilience of the human heart. I was battered, crushed, totally broken when he died. And bit by bit, I picked up the pieces of my broken self and handed them to God to hold. They cut me when I tried to hang on to them. He faithfully, diligently stitched the pieces back together, making sure I resembled who I was before but knowing he couldn’t make a carbon copy.

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Faith. Hebrews 11:1 says “…faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” It wasn’t just my heart God stitched back together. He instilled in me…hope. When it was 3:00am and I was clinging to the edge of the mattress hoping to just get through the night, He whispered hope. When I cried till I couldn’t breathe…He whispered hope. He breathed hope into my life every single day so that I could find the strength to march forth into the next day, and the next, and the next. 

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It’s been 2,182 days I’ve marched forth. I have friends who are on day 4…day 21…day 93. My heart hurts for them. I want them to understand, I know it hurts. And I know you think you will never survive this or feel joy again. I let God carry the sharp bits for a long time. I handed the pieces over and asked Him to start stitching. I let Him breathe hope into the dark places. That’s how I got through. 

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Here I am…happily married again. The size of my family has literally doubled. So has my joy…and my faith. ❤️

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“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”   Hebrews 11:1 KJV
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\"Meme\" “I’m pretty wordy!’

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I finished the rough draft! If you count my blog posts, I’ve written somewhere over 75,000 words in the month of February alone! Hokey Smokes!

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I spoke to my publicist friend and she advises I step away from it for a while so when I go back and read it, I can be discerning and find any spots where the story weighs heavy. When I’ve tried this before, I get so sick of reading it over and over that I’m convinced everyone else who reads it will think the same thing. 

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I’ve lost three friends in three weeks. And another friend lost her mom yesterday. This is one of the bad things about aging. We lose people. My son-in-law’s mom said, the year before she moved her mother to the Denver metro area, she was going to funerals every week. It’s not only a hazard of aging, but also of small town living. I don’t know that I would change living in a small town though. I love it. 

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OMGosh! My oldest granddaughter got her learner’s permit! It was just yesterday I was teaching her mom and BFF how to drive. While I was 8 months pregnant! That was a hoot!

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My brain is so scrambled from writing. You may not get anything of real substance from me for a week or so! ❤️

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“Finishing is better than starting. Patience is better than pride.”\n

Ecclesiastes 7:8 NLT

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\"Praying “Prayers, Praises, and Persistence”

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I was a little worried when I went out to TOW-Wanda yesterday morning. Were the words going to come? Or was I going to hit another roadblock like I did Monday? I gathered my gear, grabbed my coffee, kissed Mr. FixIt, and headed to “the office”.

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Once the furnace was on, I slipped out of my shoes and climbed into my little writing nook. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and figure out a plan of action. Holding the warm coffee between my hands, I closed my eyes and prayed. 

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“Lord, thank you for all these words you’ve been sending me. Thank you for this comfortable place to write in and call my own. Thank you for trusting me to be your hands. Lord, I’m not sure what happened yesterday. My friend Gail says you were just giving me a day of rest. Whatever it was, Lord…please make me a vessel. Use me in whatever way you can. I promise I’ll do what you say. Amen”

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I sipped my coffee and was about to open the document app and resume writing the book when I felt the nudge. 

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“Find your verse.”

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This is something I do when I want to hear personally from God. When I’m having a specific issue, I ask God to help me find my verse…the one he speaks through. If I have my bible, i just open it to the spot that feels right, close my eyes, and point. That is my verse, and 99.9% of the time, it speaks to me directly regarding whatever issue it is I’m dealing with. I can do the same thing with the app.

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When I opened my app yesterday, chose a book, then chose a chapter, the Parable of the Persistent Widow came up. I kid you not. I took one look at it and laughed with glee.

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“Awwww, Jesus…you are SO good. Would you look at that? How do you expect people to believe this?”

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It’s true. The parable was told to the Disciples to remind them to pray and to never give up. You can’t make this stuff up…he answered me right there. So, I prayed again.

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“Ok, Lord…here I am praying and I’m never going to give up. I just feel like I’m supposed to be going somewhere with this book but I’ve lost my direction. I’m giving it back to you. Guide me where you want this to go.”

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Just then a dear friend texted me and asked me to give her a call. She said, “I just want to tell you how proud I am of you. You’ve been talking with God. AND…you’ve also been listening to the Holy Spirit as he guides you through your book. You’re doing a great job. Keep it up!”

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Sometimes I wonder if other people can hear my chin hit the floor as much as I can. Not only did he send me a scripture saying “Keep praying! Never give up!” He nudged a friend to reach out and say, “You’re doing a great job. Thanks for listening to the Holy Spirit!” Hokey smokes!

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I scrolled back and found the exact spot where I went off the rails. I highlighted the words from that point to the end, cut, and pasted them into a new document I entitled “Extras” and saved it. I’m not going to throw those 12,000 words. They may come in handy in another book. I’m back to 52,422 words with a goal of 60,000 to 80,000. I also have a Mission Statement for my book so I know more specifically what to ask for.

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I don’t want to overwhelm you with God stories each and every day. There are days when other topics seep in, but even then, the underlying story is how God works into it. I also know the timbre of my writing has changed. But, when something so profound gets set down on a platter in front of me, how can I NOT share that? I still shake my head when things like this happen, even though I absolutely KNOW where it comes from. So, here’s my Worship Wednesday post! ❤️

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“One day Jesus told his disciples a story to show that they should always pray and never give up. “There was a judge in a certain city,” he said, “who neither feared God nor cared about people. A widow of that city came to him repeatedly, saying, ‘Give me justice in this dispute with my enemy.’ The judge ignored her for a while, but finally he said to himself, ‘I don’t fear God or care about people, but this woman is driving me crazy. I’m going to see that she gets justice, because she is wearing me out with her constant requests!’” Then the Lord said, “Learn a lesson from this unjust judge. Even he rendered a just decision in the end. So don’t you think God will surely give justice to his chosen people who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will grant justice to them quickly! But when the Son of Man returns, how many will he find on the earth who have faith?””\n

Luke 18:1-8 NLT

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\"Go “When the words don’t come, you have to go with the flow.”

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I took Saturday and Sunday off from writing, other than my usual daily blog post. I didn’t get home from town till around 3:00 Saturday afternoon and I decided to give the rest of the day to my sweetheart. Sunday was church with the family and we weren’t back home till late and with the power outage, I needed to focus on keeping the generator running while Mr. FixIt was bowling. 

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I got up early yesterday, grabbed my coffee and headed out to my “office”…aka TOW-Wanda. I sat down and looked at my screen. I wrote about 1200 words, but I wasn’t feeling them. What was wrong? I sat and stared out the window. Two buzzards circled above the yard. Perhaps searching for carrion along the roadside. The sun was bright and totally belied the freezing temperature. The furnace blasted out warm air as I snuggled under my favorite camper blanket.

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What was wrong with me? I’ve been writing prolifically for the past three weeks. Suddenly, I hit a road block. I picked up my phone and looked at the calendar. That can sometimes bring up a memory that’s lurking around the edges of my mind. Ahhhh…Monday. I had to be at the funeral home at 1:00. They were laying my coffee mate’s husband to rest. I hate funerals. I’ve been writing about Mr. Virgo’s funeral. I’ve been at the funeral home twice in a week. I pushed my iPad away and leaned back on my stack of pillows and took my mind through the process I have to go through since Mr. Virgo died.

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This isn’t your pain.

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Your husband didn’t die this week.

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You aren’t laying him in the ground.

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You don’t have to say goodbye again and again and again.

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Your role here is to support your friend.

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I sighed and tucked my writing tools in my big blue bag. There would be no writing this day. That’s ok. It’s important to be flexible…change course when the moment insists…to go with the flow. You can’t force something like writing or your reader will know in a heartbeat. Just because it didn’t flow in that moment, doesn’t mean the supply is gone. It just means someone else needed my heart for a while. ❤️

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“And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who have died. We tell you this directly from the Lord: We who are still living when the Lord returns will not meet him ahead of those who have died. For the Lord himself will come down from heaven with a commanding shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. First, the believers who have died will rise from their graves. Then, together with them, we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. Then we will be with the Lord forever. So encourage each other with these words.”\n

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 NLT

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\"Power “A power outage is not uncommon in the country.”

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One of the disadvantages of living way, WAY out in the country is the frequent power outages. I do have to say, I believe this is the first one I’ve experienced here at the Ponderosa. Mr. FixIt has told me stories of outages that have lasted over two weeks out here so I am sure praying this isn’t one of them.

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We’ve had tons of rain. That softened the ground. Then Sunday morning, the wind picked up and there are trees down everywhere. If they take down a power line, or snap power poles in half, or even make the wires move so much they cause a transformer to blow, then you’re out of luck. Last winter, in preparation for just such an event, Mr. FixIt pulled the generator out of the big building and set it up by the back door. He had a tarp over it to protect it from the elements. We are good Scouts!

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We went to church yesterday before the wind picked up. The power was on and we didn’t think anything of it. By the time church was over and we had our usual brunch afterwards, we still had a couple of errands to run before delivering our family to their house. We didn’t get home till about 4:00. We left the sump pumps running when we headed out for church. Mr. FixIt was up four or five times during the night checking the water level. Finally, at 5:00am, it was time to turn them on. When we came to the door, my husband cocked his head and said, “The power’s out.” The pumps weren’t running.

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He headed downstairs and the water was starting to seep in under the door. We had to get those pumps running ASAP. I said a prayer and the generator started right up. We WERE good Scouts….except for one thing. The gas can was empty! Mr. FixIt headed to our little town to fill the can however, the gas station was also without electricity. The only choice was to run to the next bigger town, which I did. I got back before he had to leave for bowling. We added oil to the generator and filled the tank and started it back up.

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My sweetie ran an extension cord into the house so I could have a lamp. We had water. We had natural gas for cooking and for the stove that heats the living room. I bundled up and cuddled under my fur blanket, and started writing. He asked if I would be ok when he left. I laughed because this isn’t roughing it. I’ve lived in a camper on the banks of the Ohio River with no running water, a foot of snow on the ground, and -15 wind chill. This is nothing….just a minor inconvenience. It’s life in the country. I have no idea how long the power was out before we got home. And, at the time I am writing this, I have no idea how long it will be off. I called the power company and they said it was a widespread outage. It is affected 3,800 - 4,000 customers in our county alone. It comes on when it comes on.

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I remain joyful and keep praying and I’m so thankful for a house and a generator, and a camper with heat should we continue without power into the night. I will remain thankful in all circumstances. ❤️

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“Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.”\n

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 NLT

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\"Forsythia “The forsythia have leaves already! Spring can’t be far away!”

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Sometimes Facebook memories are great. They remind us of what was happening a year…two years…five years ago. I have to admit, they were really awful when I was in the throes of active grief and some wonderful memory with Mr. Virgo popped up. They don’t hurt so much now and I enjoy seeing where we were.

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On February 15th of last year, the peepers were out. It was 65 degrees. Peepers are those little frogs we’ve talked about many times here and they are the harbinger of spring. Unfortunately, our climate is so messed up, the flora and fauna get confused when we have these waves of warm weather. So far, I haven’t heard the peepers yet.

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I was heading out to TOW-Wanda on Friday to write and saw the forsythia bush has leaves on it! I know our growing season is much longer here in West Virginia than it is in Colorado. But this kind of surprised me. Some of my friends have posted pictures of their crocus coming up already. We did have a pretty mild winter and other than that week of the Polar Vortex, things have been pretty mellow.

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I don’t mind that a bit. I am getting a little bit tired of all this rain though. I mean…it’s like build-an-ark rain. The ground is super saturated. Today is supposed to be really windy. The two combined will bring lots of trees down. The other night I had that tree fall in front of me on my way home from the farm. Last week, Mr. FixIt had to take a detour around a big tree that fell across both lanes. Then yesterday, I was coming home from town and another HUGE tree fell about twenty feet from that one. It wasn’t there when I drove in earlier. Fortunately, this one was old and fell apart when it hit the road. People were driving over the crumbled up bits.

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I’ve got to tell ya, I’ve never looked at the trees along the roads like I have in the last two weeks. A couple of summers ago, the highway crews cut the trees way back on the main road going out to the farm. They’re going to have to do that on this road before too long. There are trees literally hanging out over the two-lane and that’s scary.

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The writing continues…60,526. I wrote 8,000 words on Friday alone. If I could be this prolific all the time, I’d have a shelf full of best sellers! Here’s hoping! ❤️

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“then he will send the rains in their proper seasons—the early and late rains—so you can bring in your harvests of grain, new wine, and olive oil.”\n

Deuteronomy 11:14 NLT

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\"Woodcarving\" “I Have a Voice” woodcarving by Evelyn Jimenez

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I have met some of the nicest people through my blog. One is a widow named Evelyn. She became very ill after losing her husband and very nearly died herself. Evelyn is a woodcarver, which I find endlessly fascinating. I’ve tried my hand at carving but I haven’t had the right tools for the job. I really would love to try again sometime…in my SPARE time. sigh 

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A few weeks ago, I saw a little faceless woman she carved and titled, “I Have a Voice”. This little round woman struck my heart. I went for a very long time in my life without a voice. I felt like the faceless woman, being told I wasn’t good enough or I was stupid or I was too fat. When you hear these things over and over and over from someone who is supposed to love you, you soon come to believe them as true.

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I wanted my own little faceless woman to remind me that I am no longer without a voice. I wanted to remember that time when I was without a face so that I might recognize other faceless women. Instead of making me sad when I see her dejected little hands stuffed in her pockets, I smile because she might just be hiding cupcakes in there. 

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And…I know. I know she has a voice in there. I know because I had a voice inside…even when it was stifled. We can always say “I wish I would have known then what I know now.” For me it’s more like “I wish I would have known then WHO I know now.” I think if I’d known then how much God loved me, I would have loved myself more. And, if I’d loved myself more, I wouldn’t have allowed myself to be treated so poorly…even as a young child. Hindsight is 20/20. The best thing I can do now is mentor young women and make sure they know they are precious and loved and deserving. ❤️

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“The desert and the parched land will be glad; the wilderness will rejoice and blossom. Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom; it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy. The glory of Lebanon will be given to it, the splendor of Carmel and Sharon; they will see the glory of the Lord, the splendor of our God.”\n

Isaiah 35:1-2 NIV

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\"Guacamole\" ‘Homemade Guacamole is the BEST!”

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I used to adore going out to dinner. LOVED it! Mr. Virgo ruined that for me. After spending the majority of his working life in the food and beverage industry, restaurants held no allure for him. He “inspected” every place we ate. He pointed out infractions. He critiqued menus. And don’t get me started about what happened when the food arrived. Let’s just say, sleeping in hotels and dining in restaurants have lost their allure for me as well. 

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Don’t get me wrong…I’ve eaten at some fabulous restaurants and eaten some amazing food by renowned chefs. It’s just that…I’m a pretty darned good cook and I can make just about anything as good as, if not better than some restaurants and I don’t have to pay an arm and a leg for the experience. I can have the food cooked, the kitchen clean, and sitting with my feet up in the time it takes us to just drive to a restaurant given where we live. I’d rather do it myself.

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Mr. FixIt’s birthday was the first week of February. His son and family have been after us ever since to meet for supper, but every time they asked, it rained and we have to be here to mop up the basement if it leaks. It’s just not worth it to go then spend four hours mopping up. When they called this week, I asked them to just come here. They arrived last night and I had a Taco Fiesta lined up on the bar in the kitchen.

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Seasoned ground beef, shredded lettuce, chopped tomatoes and onions, jalapeños, shredded cheese, sour cream and your choice of soft or crispy shells. We had Key Lime Pie for dessert. There was plenty left over for at least two more meals. The entire thing, including a 12-pack of soft drinks cost $45. You couldn’t get two meals for that at a nice restaurant. I know the food that was in it. And I know the kitchen and my hands were clean and free of diseases. 

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I’m older now…I don’t need as much fru fru as I once thought I needed. The truth is, I didn’t need it when I had it. I just got in the habit. I have to say, the avocados right now are perfect. So many times you get them and they are hard as a rock but these were perfect and blemish free. Making homemade guacamole is a cinch. 

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GINNY’S GUACAMOLE

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4 ripe avocados

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1/2 cup shredded onion

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1 large tomato, cubed

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Juice of 1 lime

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1-2 tsp minced garlic

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Salt to taste

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Halve avocados, remove pit, and scoop out flesh into medium bowl. Add onion, tomato, and garlic. Squeeze lime halves over avocado mixture. Fold ingredients together till gently combined. Season to taste with salt.

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If storing for any length of time, place one of the avocado pits in the bowl, cover tightly, and refrigerate till needed. (The pit keeps the guacamole from turning brown.) Serve with tortilla chips as an appetizer or top off your tacos with a generous spoonful.

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A lot better…and cheaper…than anything you can get in a restaurant!

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❤️

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“Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.”\n

Ecclesiastes 9:7 NIV

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\"Brooks “It pays to buy quality shoes!”

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For about the last six months or so, I’ve noticed a pain in the ball of my left foot, near the base between my third and fourth toe. It feels like what we used to call a stone bruise. I rely on walking as my main exercise but this has become decidedly uncomfortable. I know I haven’t been wearing the right shoes this winter…mainly out of laziness. I just grab the quickest slip-ons and I know they don’t provide the proper support.

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Yesterday was our appointment with the chiropractor. I really look forward to seeing her once a month. Ever since my accident two years ago, I have seen her with regularity. She thinks I have a Morton’s neuroma. I strongly suggest if someone thinks you have something, don’t Google it. You’ll find out things you wish you didn’t know like treatments and recurrence and surgeries and…yuck. She suggested I get better walking shoes.

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My cousin’s wife texted yesterday and asked what I was up to.

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“Heading to the mall to buy new WALKING SHOES!!!”

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“Great! Get Brooks…they saved my feet!”

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“?$$$”

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“Yeah…but well worth it!!!”

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I’m all about the cheap stuff, except when it comes to shoes. My feet have to carry me wherever I want to go. So, I’m willing to spend more for good quality shoes.

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I stepped into one of those budget shoe stores first. No Brooks…no surprise. I stuck my hand in several pair and pressed on the material cushioning the ball of the foot. No go. They all felt like they had nothing but the 1/8th inch foam insole. That’s how I got in this problem in the first place.

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I went on down the mall to the new sport clothing store. They didn’t have Brooks either. They had more running shoes than anything else and they don’t offer the comfort and support I was looking for either.

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My next stop was Finish Line, a fitness and sporting shoe specialty store. They had Brooks! But, man…they were pricey! Still, I know my cousin’s wife has trouble with her feet and if she says Brooks saved her feet, I was going to try them. I asked for two different styles with different price points. Wow! The moment I put on the first pair, the pain eased significantly. They felt like I was walking on clouds. You know that feeling when you find the perfect shoe.

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I vacillated. I hated to spend three figures on a pair of shoes. Yet, these felt wonderful. In the end, I bought the shoes. If you buy cheap shoes, you’ll be buying them repeatedly over the years. The last pair of good walking shoes I bought have lasted me four years. I bought these for $136. There’s no reason to believe these won’t also last four years and if they do, that’s $34 a year. I’m good with that. 

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We walked a few laps to test them out, then headed home. Mr. FixIt cleaned out the gutters in preparation for the huge rainstorm we are supposed to get over the next 36 hours or so. I tucked into TOW-Wanda and wrote till dusk. After supper, I wrote for another three hours. 

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43,148 words! ?❤️

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“For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that.”\n

1 Timothy 6:7-8 NIV

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\"Grief\" “When grief calls, I’ve learned to listen.”

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This past Sunday, our pastor spoke about “doing” the Word as well as ‘hearing’ the Word. He talked about how we become overweight Christians by coming to church and filling up on the Word without working it out. God gave the Word to us to not only fill us up, but to go out and DO it.

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This got me to thinking about what I “do” with what I’m given. My answer is…this. I write to you. I sit down with you for a little chat. You are so kind as to invite me into your space to share coffee or to rock on the porch or to hold your hand for a little while. Sometimes, you let me talk about Jesus and how he has changed my life. Sometimes, you laugh at my antics when I lock myself out of TOW-Wanda or I misunderstand something Mr. FixIt says. 

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But, most of all, you let me hold your heart a little while. You let me share how broken mine was. You let me share hope…for healing, for a brighter tomorrow, for a time when you won’t cry quite as much. You let me share love…for a man who left too early, for a man who came so unexpectedly, for a Man who was both God AND Man. You let me share courage…to face the future without your person, to face uncertainty about finances, to just weather the storm.

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When I went to the late service Sunday night, they had the Prayer Team at the front for an alter call. I watched as we continued to sing and worship, and my eyes rested on the leader of our small group. I wondered…who prays for the pray-ers? I went up to her after the service and said, “The Holy Spirit put it on my heart to pray for you tonight.” We went to the side wall and I held her hand and I thanked God for bringing this mighty Prayer Warrior into my life. I asked him to bless her and anoint her words when she helps to lead others in prayer.

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The point of all this is…this. THIS. This blog is a big part of my “purpose”. We all have a purpose. Something we were put on this earth to do. Mine was to help widows and others who have lost their special ones. I did this yesterday by writing another 5,656 words for a total of 36,216 towards the completion of my book. All in the last eleven days…with three days off. I’ve never experienced this sheer volume of writing before. At this rate, I’ll be done in less than three weeks. Then, what on earth will I do with my time? Oh….camp, build things, help people heal, start on Book #2! You never know what I’ll be up to next! ❤️

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“I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills his purpose for me.”\n

Psalms 57:2 ESV

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“so in Christ we, though many, form one body, and each member belongs to all the others. We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us. If your gift is prophesying, then prophesy in accordance with your faith; if it is serving, then serve; if it is teaching, then teach; if it is to encourage, then give encouragement; if it is giving, then give generously; if it is to lead, do it diligently; if it is to show mercy, do it cheerfully.”

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‭‭Romans‬ ‭12:5-8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Mother “Mother Earth News was my manual for a good life.”

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Daughter #1 texted me this photo yesterday of Mother Earth News magazine. She said “I didn’t know they still published this.” I looked at the text and smiled. It hit my “mom feels” for a number of reasons.

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First, because I just wrote in my book the other day about a time when the Mother Earth News magazine was a huge part of my life. Second, because she remembered it. And lastly….she is a very busy adult, teaches full time and moms my two beautiful granddaughters and lives in Colorado…we don’t get to share moments like this very often.

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I was a frustrated farm girl in the big city of Denver while my husband was in medical school. I read Mother Earth News like an instruction manual for life. I baked our bread, made homemade granola, yogurt, and even tofu. I canned fruits and vegetables, made jams, jellies, relishes and pickles. I would have raised chickens if city ordinances would have allowed it back then. When we bought our first home on two acres, I set out to make it a little farm. That didn’t really work out so well because of the semi-arid climate. But I certainly had fun trying.

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The fact that my daughter remembered my penchant for this magazine just tickled me to no end for some reason. It helped me reach back across time to her youth. It was a hundred lifetimes ago…and it was just yesterday. It’s the simple things that bring the most joy, isn’t it? ❤️

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“Also take with you every sort of food that is eaten, and store it up. It shall serve as food for you and for them.\"”\n

Genesis 6:21 ESV

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\"Deer “Deer grazing outside my window in TOW-Wanda.”

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I have now spent eight out of the last ten days in TOW-Wanda and I have to tell you…I feel like a million bucks! Usually by this time of year, I’m ready to pull my hair out with boredom. I usually become less content with each passing day, even though the daylight is becoming longer…the long, dark nights shorter. The only two things I have done differently this year is leave the tree up and spend long hours in my camper.

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There is a reason girl campers like their little houses on wheels. They offer us a safe sanctuary in which to create. Some of us haul our sewing machines out to the camper in the fall and sit out there happily sewing quilts, clothes for the grandkids, linens for the home, gifts for family and friends. Some knit and crochet, weaving prayers and stories into their creations. Some cross-stitch or needlepoint, creating marvelous pictures from colorful threads.

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Some gather friends to join us for tea or drinks, showing off our fancy little playhouses. Some have sleepovers with the grandchildren, bringing up the next generation to adore our little campers in the same way we have. There are as many different varieties of girl campers as there are travel trailers and we celebrate each and every one of them every time we tow.

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Me? Well, as you well know…and I’ve told you repeatedly this week…I write in TOW-Wanda every chance I get. I turn on Pandora, find the Nature Sounds channel, and listen to raucous rainstorms, salient sea breezes, flighty feathered friends chirping in the forests. I’m instantly transported from the chill of wintery West Virginia into another place, another time. My little twinkle lights glow above me…the view out the windows revealing a stoic blue heron near the creek or a browsing herd of deer making their way across the lawn. Yesterday, I watched the moonrise over the hills to the east of the Ponderosa and I counted my blessings in that very moment.

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I’ve written 30,560 words on my book as of last evening. Words that take me to corners of my mind I sometimes wish were never there. And to places and times that I cherish dearly. These words stir something in me…always. But they are just feelings now. They aren’t happening in this moment. That’s how I keep them from poking me now with little barbs…trolls with sharp sticks…fairies with tiny wands…giants with hammers. They aren’t happening now and God is bigger than any poking thing in our lives. 

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30,560….encouraging words, painful words, funny words, sad words, terrifying words, loving words. This thing is happening! ❤️

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“A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.”\n

Proverbs 15:4 ESV

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    \n\"Keyboard\"“I’ve typed over 25,000 in seven days, not including my blog posts. Crazy!”
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\nMy mother said I had the “gift of gab”. Daughter #2 swears I can “talk to a tree”. They are both correct. I am, as my longtime sister/friend puts it...wordy. I try to trim my words down, but If I don’t tell you the back story, how are you going to get the significance, right?\n

I fixed my coffee and stepped into TOW-Wanda at around 10:00 yesterday morning. By 4:30, with only one short break, I had over 25,000 words written over the course of seven writing days. I think that’s got to be some sort of record! For me, anyway.

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It made me curious…what is the average word count for authors? Turns out, Google knows everything. Ernest Hemingway churned out 500 to 1000 words per day. Stephen King claims he types upwards of 2000 words per day. One thousand words per day is the average for bloggers. Twenty-five thousand words in a week isn’t counting the blog. Holy cats!

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A memoir, or autobiography, is in the same category as a novel and should be between 80,000 and 89,000 words. It’s important to keep track of your word counts. Too few words and you aren’t giving your readers enough. Two many, and you’re trying to emulate War & Peace and it’s snoozeville. Anything over 100,000 is more expensive for a publisher to produce so it’s important to try to land somewhere in these guidelines.

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So, I’m at 25,000 words. If I can continue at the current rate, I could have the rough draft done in less than a month. That would be awesome. Thanks for hanging in there with me! I’ll be back out there today. My plan is to just take Sundays off. ❤️

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“\"Have you understood all these things?\" They said to him, \"Yes.\" And he said to them, \"Therefore every scribe who has been trained for the kingdom of heaven is like a master of a house, who brings out of his treasure what is new and what is old.\"”\n

Matthew 13:51-52 ESV

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\"A “I am a Christian AND I love everyone… unconditionally.”

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The other day, a West Virginia delegate made a series of ugly and disparaging comments about the LGBTQ community. He compared them to terrorists and the Ku Klux Klan. He was interviewed later and given an opportunity to clarify his position, and it was actually SO much worse than what was originally reported. When asked what he would do if his son or daughter came home and told him they were gay, the delegate said if it was his daughter, he would take her for a pedicure. If it was his son, he would take him hunting. And if, upon their return, they still said they were gay…he would take them out and “see if they could swim”. The interviewer was aghast and asked, “Are you saying, you would take them out and try to drown them???” He just looked at her with a sinister grin and didn’t answer.

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I was sickened, on so many levels. First and foremost, that he has this kind of hatred in his heart and calls himself a Christian. Second, that he would turn away from his children, or worse…do them physical harm. And, finally…it HAD to be a West Virginian. Why did he have to come from MY state? The answer is, because there are people like him in every state.

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Here of late, I have been so uplifted and fortified by my faith, I have been shouting “Hallelujah!” from the rooftops. And that’s how I feel…excited by the ways I see God move in my life. Excited about the opportunities to share my stories of his love and provenance. Then, this week…I received this wedding invitation. And I was reminded, I may be giving people the wrong idea about who I am in my faith.

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Some people may equate my bold Christian joy with the kind of person who denigrates those who are unlike them, like that delegate from West Virginia. Nothing could be further from the truth. I do not discriminate against anyone. I’m not perfect, but I certainly try to emulate Jesus at every turn. He loves everyone. He does not see people from the outside. He looks at their hearts. After raising my daughters in the Jewish faith, I was appalled when Daughter #2 came home from school crying because the kids called her a “stupid f****** Jew”. I held her close and tried to explain ignorance and intolerance and bigotry. It broke my heart. 

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I respect all faiths, save for those who kill people in the name of their god. I respect all people, save for those who kill or maim or injure children or animals. When I raise my voice in praise for Jesus, I don’t want it to exclude my love for others who don’t believe as I do. I don’t want to walk ahead of and ignore the one who is still looking for God. I don’t want the Muslims and the Jews and the Seiks and the Hindus and even the atheists…anyone of any faith…to think I do not love them equally. I look for, and see, the God in all people. That divine spark that comes from somewhere far beyond the stars. That sign of something far greater than any of us here. 

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I also embrace the LGBTQ community as my fellow human beings, who house that same divine spark as me. It is not my place to judge anyone…not even that delegate from West Virginia. Everyone will be judged by their maker in the end. It’s not my job. At the same time, I’m going to tell you about this amazing Jesus who rules my life. And, I’m going to show you, as best I can by the way that I live, how a good and loving and forgiving Father has changed me. The two can, and in my humble opinion SHOULD walk hand in hand.

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Because, you see…that wedding invitation we got in the mail this week? That’s from Daughter #2 and her fiancée…a very kind and loving woman who has helped my baby become a better version of herself. They are getting married in Colorado in August. They love each other completely… unconditionally. How can I not do the same with both of them? This is my child. We love who we love. It is not my place to judge. You may do what you wish, but I do pray I will always, always, always land on the side of love. Because that is the way Jesus loves me.

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***If you don’t agree with me, that’s ok…I won’t judge you either. I know this is a hot topic for some, but this is my house, my rules. We speak with respect here. This is a case where we’ll take my grandma’s advise…”If we can’t say anything nice, we won’t say anything at all.” ❤️

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“As for the one who is weak in faith, welcome him, but not to quarrel over opinions. One person believes he may eat anything, while the weak person eats only vegetables. Let not the one who eats despise the one who abstains, and let not the one who abstains pass judgment on the one who eats, for God has welcomed him. Who are you to pass judgment on the servant of another? It is before his own master that he stands or falls. And he will be upheld, for the Lord is able to make him stand.”\n

Romans 14:1-4 ESV

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\"IPad “Making progress, writing in TOW-Wanda.”

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I have a perfectly good laptop I can use for writing. As a matter of fact, all of the writing I have ever done for this book has been on the laptop as Word documents. Over the years, I have become accustomed to using my iPad for all of my posts for my blog. I’ve also used my phone, much to my son-in-law’s surprise. He can’t imagine typing out an e-mail on an iPhone, let along an entire essay! I say, where there’s a will, there’s a way.

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This is my third generation iPad. I don’t know if I’ll ever buy another one. I suppose, if this one becomes obsolete, I’ll have to, but this one works just fine. When I bought it, I found a wonderful case that has a built in keyboard, It folds up exactly like a laptop so it’s perfect for me. It’s light and portable. All my photo editing apps are on it. It’s really all I use anymore.

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After taking Sunday off for Church and yesterday off to catch up with errands, I was looking forward to getting out there in TOW-Wanda and writing. I have Pandora radio on my iPad and I love to listen to Nature Sounds Radio. It runs through different scenarios, most often rain and thunderstorms, ocean sounds, and occasionally a campfire or crickets. In the evenings, if I write in the living room while Mr. FixIt watches TV, I wear my Bose sound cancelling headphones with the nature sounds and I can write uninterrupted. The same in the camper, unless it’s actually raining. Then I’ll just listen to the rain on the roof.

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It was in the mid-‘50s yesterday here at the Ponderosa. What a treat that was! This really hasn’t been a bad winter at all. An added benefit of listening to these summery nature sounds is how easy it is to fool my brain into thinking it’s not wintertime! Usually January literally c-r-a-w-l by in the slowest way, but this year that was not the case. I can’t believe tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.

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Speaking of Valentine’s Day, my sweetie brought me a dozen creamy white roses Monday evening. They are in my Mikasa vase on the living room table where I can see them as I write. What a sweet man! I bought him a watch for his birthday and told him it had to count for Valentine’s Day too since both occur in February.

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It feels good to be moving along on my book again. I’m doing something different this time…besides writing it on my iPad where I’m more comfortable. This time I’m taking the advice of some seasoned writers and just writing the whole story straight through without worrying about editing along the way. I am so accustomed to writing these essays every day and keeping a close eye on the editing. It is a bit of a challenge to just…write. It goes a lot faster, though. I’ll have to say that. 

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I like the app I write with. It’s called Pages and keeps track of your word count. This is something that’s useful in knowing when a chapter is long enough. It’s also helpful to know your total word count for publishing reasons. The average novel is 60-80,000 words. If that’s the case, I’m really making good progress. The person I am working with on this says to just get it written, then we’ll worry about who’s going to publish it.

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And here it is…hump day already. Hope you all have a really great day. I’ll be writing some more! ❤️

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“The words of a man's mouth are deep waters; the fountain of wisdom is a bubbling brook.”\n

Proverbs 18:4 ESV

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\"Foggy, “I love the peaceful mornings at the Ponderosa.”

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It warmed up overnight and the snow became soaked with rain. This of course will bring more trees down, but my goodness…isn’t it lovely? This is the field Mr. FixIt and I got married in just four short months ago. I can’t believe that…it feels as though we’ve been together forever. I suppose, knowing each other for fifty years has something to do with that, doesn’t it? Oh, what I wouldn’t give to have fifty more with him…he is such a dear man.

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I had a meeting with my insurance agent yesterday so I went to town early. I love sitting in the library of the historic Blennerhassett Hotel to enjoy a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, I totally forgot they are renovating the restaurant across the lobby and it was pretty noisy so it wasn’t my typical relaxing respite.

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As the fog settled over the West Virginia hills yesterday, I felt reassured that I am indeed on the right path. There are new opportunities just lining up in front of me and it’s so exciting. I’m going to be doing what I do best…more writing. I am so glad I chose to ignore those who, many years ago, told me my writing wasn’t publishable…no one was going to read it or want to buy it. There was a time when I would have taken great satisfaction in feeling vindicated. But, I don’t have time nor energy for that anymore. My focus is forward, not backward. Those who did not support me no longer hurt me. It is liberating to let the Giant of Rejection fall away.

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There is a reason the windshield is bigger than the rear view mirror. It’s important to look forward, watch your step, and steer clear of those obstacles meant to block your path. It’s the direction we are going…forward. We need that rear view mirror, too. But only to keep watch on what might be trying to sneak up behind us to hurt us and steal our joy. As long as we don’t put it in reverse and try to drive backwards, we are on the right path.

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Keep your eyes on the road, my friends. Good things are coming, I promise. ❤️

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“I cry out to God Most High, to God who fulfills his purpose for me.”\n

Psalms 57:2 ESV

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\"Grace “Knowing who saves me over and over brings me peace beyond understanding.”

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I finished my laundry and packed up the car. I had a last minute conversation with a wonderful woman I met recently. Then I headed home from the farm right about dusk. This photo looks like it was pretty light out, but it was dark, dark, dark when I headed into the home stretch on the two-lane country road. It was so dark, you were right on top of deer before you saw them, even with the brights on. Something ahead of me caught my eye. Not three seconds ahead of me, a big tree fell and crossed both lanes. Fortunately, I was going slow and didn’t need to slam on my brakes. I am well aware I missed this falling on me by the skin of my teeth.

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I happened to be on the phone with Mr. FixIt when I saw the tree fall. There was no one else on the road. He reminded me to put on my emergency flashers. I sat there for a few minutes as we discussed my course of action. I could wait there for someone to come along and either pull the tree off the road or cut it up and haul it off. Or, I could turn around and go back where I came from. There were two routes available to me. One took me through a long area with no cell service. The other took me across a road that had a number of mudslides this week. Ultimately it would take me clear into town and then I’d have to take the interstate south and back out another two-lane. A long, long drive in the dark and still there were areas with no cell service. I decided the shortest route would be best and I headed back toward the farm, but…when I got there, I had already dodged umpteen deer and for the first time in a long, long time, I was worried about driving in the dark, alone.

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When I got to the farm, I called Mr. FixIt and told him I planned to stay another night and I would be home in plenty of time to go to church. He agreed that was a good plan. That’s when I confessed I was actually worried about driving out here in the dark and I couldn’t understand why. I mean…nothing scares me. Three years ago, I wouldn’t have given this a second thought and would have looked at it as an adventure. But now? Now is different. Now it’s not just me. Now I’m not so foggy, not so careless with my existence. Now there are not only my children and friends who love me. Now there is a man and a bonus family that look to me with love and acceptance. It’s not that my life had no value, but even three years ago, the depth of my grief made it difficult to appreciate the time I had ahead of me…the family I already had that were still here and needed me. I have been awakened in the last two years. Awakened and earnestly appreciative of every precious moment I am given on this side of the grass.

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Moments after my call to Mr. FixIt, a friend sent me a message that Rt. 5, the alternate route I was preparing to travel, was now closed with a large downed tree. It would be quite some time before that road was cleared. Heavy equipment was being brought in to move the tree off the phone lines. So, it seems my guardian angel was quite busy last evening keeping me from harm. I thanked God all the way to the farm for always caring for me and for the protection he afforded me last night.

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And…over the last three days, I have written six chapters and 10,831 words on my book. I’ve written this book three times, at least. And every time before, it was a struggle. I’d read it and re-read it till I was sick of it and it never really spoke to me. It always seemed to me to come out flat…like I just wasn’t reaching the sweet spot where the story flowed. I’d put it away for months at a time, pick it up, and find the same problems. It wasn’t working. I have finally figured out why.

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I was approached nearly three years ago by a literary agent who was interested in my writing. We signed a contract for a book. I remember when we were getting acquainted, I told her my writing was faith-based and she suggested perhaps I should use a Christian publisher. She didn’t have those connections. I thought about it for a few moments and said no, it might be good if the book was out in the general populous because it could reach many who perhaps struggle with faith. We moved forward with the contract. In the following three years, two things became apparent to me. One, my social media presence hasn’t grown as fast as I had hoped and two, my faith has deepened and now I know I want a Christian publisher. I think God waited for me to decide to include him in the book before he made it clear which direction to go. And before he opened the floodgates of words.

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I have struggled for over a year with the decision to part ways from my agent. That dark voice kept whispering, “A bird in the hand, you know.” I finally stopped listening to that voice and paid attention to my gut…my inner God-voice…and send her an e-mail last week expressing my desire to change directions and head for a Christian publisher. She totally understood and felt that was the direction I should go and wished me well. So, now I have no agent, but I have the freedom of knowing I did the right thing and the trust that God will get this book out of me and onto paper.

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This time, writing is different. The words are literally falling out of me. I’m typing as fast as I can. Nearly 11,000 words in three days is phenomenal! The biggest difference I notice is, this time it’s not slaying me to write it. I feel the healing of the past three years and I know this is the right time. I’m really excited about that! ❤️

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“‘Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’”\n

Jeremiah 33:3 NIV

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\"window\" “The Farm is my ultimate happy place!”

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If the weather hadn’t turned colder yesterday, I would have spent the night out in TOW-Wanda last night. But, with a low of 17 degrees forecast, I opted for the next best thing and headed to the farm! I made sure Mr. FixIt had everything he needed, filled him with more cold meds, propped him up in his recliner with a cover and a heating pad and made my escape. He still has some potato soup to warm up and I promised I’d be back sometime today. I could sit and watch him suffer and watch TV, or I could write. With his full support, I chose writing.

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And write I did! As of the time I am typing this post, I’ve written 7141 words since Thursday morning at 11:00. That’s a lot of words! The goal when you write is just to get the rough draft down. Write it all out…worry about editing later. That is the most difficult part for me. I want it perfect the first time so I don’t have to go back over it again. I don’t know anyone that works for.

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I stopped at my cousin’s barn on the way out here yesterday to leave 80 cans of cat food and a 40 pound bag of dry cat food. Yes, I was prepared for the winter and had just purchased all that a few days before the cats were moved to their new home in the big barn. So, they were gifted cat food aplenty! I was thrilled to learn the kitties are hanging out there and haven’t wandered off. I saw Kitty Boy, the young short hair. My cousin said they were both there last night when he fed them. There are six roosters down at the barn and they all get along fine. This makes me happy!

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The farm is my time machine. Every time I get to stay here, I am swept back to my childhood. I get to feel all those really great feelings again. This farm and TOW-Wanda are my happy places. Right now, as I write this, I am propped up in Grandma’s bed. I cracked the window open when I first got here so I can hear the water running in the creek. We’ve had a lot of rain this week so the runoff is pretty high. 

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I’ve been really surprised we haven’t lost more trees out here. There are mudslides all around these parts this time of year. The ground freezes hard and when it thaws, it’s aerated. Then the heavy rains come and the ground gets so saturated, all it takes is a good windstorm and trees get uprooted. Mud and rocks slip down, sometimes covering the road…sometimes taking the road along with it. 

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As Mr. FixIt came home from bowling Thursday night, he called me to say there was a huge tree lying across the road at the top of a hill less that two miles from the house. He managed to turn around and, knowing every backroad within fifty miles of here, made a quick shortcut that would bring him back out on the two lane just past the tree. We were asking on the phone as he drove when he said, “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” I asked what was wrong and he said he drove right into standing water on the road. He wasn’t driving too fast…it was just there before he knew it. It’s easy to see how people can get caught up and swept away in high water when you have little to no warning it’s ahead. Thank goodness, he got right through and was home in no time.

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I stopped at the Piggly Wiggly on the way to the farm and picked up a few things. I had a small steak and baked potato for dinner. Yummmm! I’ll spend today writing and doing laundry before I head home. I hope you all are planning a wonderful weekend! ❤️

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“My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.”\n

Psalm 45:1 NIV

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\"Camper “TOW-Wanda in the fog at the Ponderosa.”

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I have a tendency to get antsy. I get bored pretty easily and being cooped up in the house drives me batty after a while. Poor Mr. FixIt was down for the third day in a row with a virus. I fixed him tea. I made him a pot of homemade potato soup. I gave him cold meds. I tucked him in his recliner with a heating pad. I even watched a movie with him. But, as much as I dearly love the man, I had to do something else for a little bit.

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I’ve been wanting to spend the night out in TOW-Wanda for some time now. Even though I camped with her up on the Ohio River this time of the year in 2015, doesn’t mean I am necessarily anxious to repeat the experience when the temperature hovers below freezing. This week is different. The temp today is supposed to get up to 70 degrees! Yesterday was a different story. Even though it was around 62 degrees out there, it was grey and foggy after a day of rain. When the rain cleared up a bit, I packed up my bag with knitting, books, my iPad, and my phone and headed out for a break in my little home on wheels.

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I really miss her in the winter. I took the covers off the bedroom windows, slipped out of my shoes, and snuggled in under a pile of blankets. Once the initial chill of the cold bed began to subside, I sighed and pulled the blankets up under my chin and rolled on my side. I could hear the creek out by the road…roaring and swollen from the rain. A lone crow cawed from the tree line out at the far end of the big field. As much as I would have loved to pull out my book, or pick up my knitting…I just sank down into the memory foam mattress and let TOW-Wanda cradle me with the safe, warm feelings I always get when I spend time with her.

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I thought about the cold, October rains that I drove through when I brought her to West Virginia for the first time. I remembered the sounds of the riverboats breaking through the crust of ice on the Ohio River as they carried theirs loads of coal and assorted cargo. I thought about the many times my fear and anxiety were eased when I escaped with her to the woods. She was my sanctuary. My safe haven. My diversion. My home when I really had no one in my self-appointed exile. She is where I did my best healing. Sometimes I just need to go spend some time with her.

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I drifted off for just a bit and roused when it was getting dusky out. I could see the fog settling in the back field as it rose from the roadway. I smiled and thanked her for being here where I can visit anytime. It’s much better than when I had to store her away from me for the winter. I’m at a place where I am ready to work on my book again. I have accountability partners in my friends Janine and Gail. Janine reminded me yesterday it was time to get to work. My goal is 500 words a day. That ought to be a piece of cake considering I already write to you lovely people that much quite easily. TOW-Wanda is my studio, my office, my writing space. Today, I will go out and prop all my pillows around the twin bed in my slide-out, which I call my “sunroom”, and write with the windows flung open to catch the warm air. Air with the promise of spring. It’s going to be a good day. ❤️

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“And I say, \"Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest; yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness; Selah”\n

Psalms 55:6-7 ESV

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\"Joy “I Need That Joy…down in my heart!”

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I love, love, love the way God works in my life! It’s like an elaborately woven tapestry with bright colors here and dark colors there…never seeing what’s developing in the picture till you get some perspective. That’s when you start to see how this thread that was pulled over here is causing that thread to move over there. And then you see…you really SEE. And you know beyond a shadow of a doubt…it is GOD!

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Case in point. We were standing in the lobby Sunday waiting for the doors to open and head into church. I was talking with my step-daughter about my blog and how my spiritual walk began to blossom within it. I explained how the enemy really started attacking me when I opened up my heart and started praising God in my writing and adding scripture to my posts. I attended my very first Revival and was baptized in the Spirit which took things to a whole new level. Pastor Matt told us one night to take back our homes and our properties and to banish the enemy from the premises. The next morning, I got Grandma’s old bible from the buffet and walked around the perimeter of the yard, hands outstretched, shouting praises without shame. I informed the enemy he had no dominion over me or my house and I showed him the boundary. It’s one of my favorite stories and it was the first time I had shared it with my bonus family.

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Soon, we went into the sanctuary and were seated. Pastor Justin gave a wonderful sermon about patience. At one point, he started getting animated and talked about banishing the enemy from our homes and properties. I sat back and smiled and thought, “Here it comes!” He went on to say, “Take your bibles and walk around the perimeter of your property and send the devil packing!” My step-daughter and I whipped around and looked at each other, mouths gaped open, and laughed out loud. I love it when that happens. And when you are attuned, it happens a lot. You just have to pay attention. I was so glad God showed them he was there!

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I told you earlier this year new things were coming. I still can’t talk about the specifics yet, but I knew there were a couple of associations I had to sever before I could move forward into the new project. I’ve waffled, I have to admit. Because a “bird in the hand is worth two in the bush”, as my grandma used to say. I prayed about it and told God I put all my trust in him and I know he will open the new doors where he wants me to go. I hit “send” on the last e-mail and immediately, Spirit told me to turn on the Christian radio station I was listening to earlier in the day. I did, and the worship song “Joy” by King & Country came on. Now, I’ve never heard that song, but listen carefully to the lyrics and you will hear God saying, “Yes! Things were critical and you made a choice. Now…feel the JOY!”

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Wow…these kinds of things really pump me up! My body was humming like I was plugged into an outlet. And, in all actuality, I was. I was getting recharged by the Holy Spirit. I couldn’t help but feel that “joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart!” More to come down the road as the journey continues. ❤️

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“Clap your hands, all peoples! Shout to God with loud songs of joy!”\n

Psalms 47:1 ESV

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\"Hot “Super Bowl Party food!”

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Was it just me or was that not the most boring Super Bowl game ever? I mean…the commercials were even boring. We did have a wonderful day, though. Mr. FixIt’s daughter and her family came to church with us (second Sunday in a row!) and they really enjoyed the service. Everyone came out to our house and the weather was SO great! Clear, sunny, and sixty-four degrees. I made a big pot of chili, hot wings, guacamole and white cheese queso. Everyone played outside. We had the corn hole boards set up and the baby had her trike and some other toys. When the evening was over, I was fried, so I’ll just keep this brief. It was so wonderful to have the family with us at church and for an afternoon of fun. Boring game or not! It’s going to be 64 again today so I am making hay while the sun shines. Happy Monday! ❤️

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“And Jesus said to him, \"'If you can'! All things are possible for one who believes.\"”\n

Mark 9:23 ESV

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\"Giant “The Giant of Rejection…something I have battled my entire life.”

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Last night was our third session in the study series of Goliath Must Fall by Louie Giglio. This has been the most amazing program our Bible study group has done to this point. I’ve been looking forward to this particular session because rejection and it’s cousin, perfectionism, were my constant companions from a very, very young age.

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Everyone wants to be accepted. We enjoy the approval of others. If you say, “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me!” you can just about guarantee that, at least on some level, you very much DO care. This can stem from the smallest slight…something said casually, in jest, that really hit you and stung. Or it can be very real…your father abandoned the family, you were given up for adoption, you lost a job you loved…even the death of someone near and dear to your heart. The sting of rejection can haunt you all the days of your life.

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Louie Giglio postulates that you have two schools of thought that separate your thinking on the subject of rejection. 

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“So that.” and “Because.”

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You try to act or be a certain way so that people will love/accept/approve of you. 

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You are who you are because God is who HE is. 

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He chose you. He CHOSE you. He knew you before you were knitted in the womb of your mother. He knows the number of hairs on your head. You don’t need the approval of others BECAUSE you already have the approval of God. There is nothing you can do to make Him love you any more or any less. Isn’t that amazing???

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I’ve learned this along the way. I’ve learned to pinpoint where and how my particular train went off the rails. And I know with all logic that what Louie is telling us is true. But practicing it, in all ways? That’s a lifelong project when you have been rejected in a very painful way…especially at a very young age like I was. A sadistic teacher, childhood sexual abuse, and an alcoholic father were the perfect storm that set me on a path to find the love I never felt deserving of. I made great strides in therapy then met Mr. Virgo. That was my first experience of unconditional love. When I lost him, I was crushed…not only by his death, but by the loss of that unconditional love I had waited my whole life for. I didn’t think I could find that again…then Mr. FixIt came along.

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Still, when I find myself wanting approval, I remind myself. God chose me. He chose ME. The Creator of the Universe knows my name and how many hairs are on my head and still…He chose me. We all love being loved and approved of and accepted. But with the knowledge that God chose us and loves us immeasurably, we can do so in a healthy way. ❤️

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““Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.””\n

Jeremiah 1:5 NIV

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\"Long “Boy Cat…a beautiful, long haired farm cat…moved to my cousin’s barn yesterday.”

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I have been in a bit of a dilemma the last couple of months. We have had an inordinate amount of rain in West Virginia this year. We have a leaky stairwell with a very slow drain at the Ponderosa. So, when it rains…especially those long, soaking rains that last multiple days…the drain easily becomes overwhelmed and the basement floods. We have two sump pumps, but someone has to remain here to make sure they are operating correctly to keep the water level down. This is something we wanted to fix last summer, but Mr. FixIt really couldn’t use a jackhammer that soon after the reconstruction surgery he had on his hand last winter. It has to wait till this coming summer and that means we are tied here.

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Boy Cat and Kitty Boy, the two farm cats couldn’t come live at the Ponderosa. We live on a very busy highway and they know nothing about busy roads. I was too afraid they would be hit and killed here. I left them at the farm and traded off with my cousin and his wife, taking turns feeding them. The plan was to stay at the farm for long stretches which would give my cousin a break from feeding, but the weather hasn’t been cooperating and being newlyweds…we like to be together. As the weather has deteriorated into icy winter storms, my trips have become fewer and farther between.

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Last summer, Charlotte offered to take the cats to her farm, but then she got a new rabbit and we were afraid the kitties would hurt her bunny. When another bunny arrived, it was a definite now, as nature would have it, the bunnies died…one after the other. First, to a predator. The second to old age. The other day, Charlotte called and renewed her offer to take Boy Cat and Kitty Boy down the road to be the resident barn cats. I was so grateful because the barn has lots of hay to burrow down in, lots of mice to catch, and someone to love on them every day. AND…I can go visit anytime I want!

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I’ve grown to love these two boys, and this just seemed like the most loving and responsible thing to do. They have been neutered so they aren’t going to produce a bunch of new feral kitties. Charlotte really has a way with them. Boy Cat will rub on my legs but has never let me pick him up. Charlotte can pick him up and love on him whenever she is there. Kitty Boy is still too skittish, but I’ll bet she will have him in her lap one of these days. I just bought a huge bag of cat food and 80 cans of soft food so I’ll deliver that the next time I’m over there. I will also give them the feral cat boxes, the electric heated pads for inside, the cat carriers, as well as the heated water dish. These barn kitties are royals…I’m so happy they have someone to love on them! ❤️

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“The righteous care for the needs of their animals, but the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel.”\n

Proverbs 12:10 NIV

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\"Hand-knit “Eighteen hand-knit cotton dishclothes are perfect for impromptu gifts.”

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Yesterday was a decompression day. Taking care of and loving on lots of people this week left me needing a day that was all about me, for the most part. I’m almost finished with the cotton yarn I bought to knit dishcloths. There’s probably enough to make a couple more. I have eighteen in my stash. I like having these around for impromptu gift giving. I also get a bar of lavender soap every time my doTerra order comes around and I don’t need vitamins. I put these things all away to have ready for birthdays and hostess gifts.

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I have this whole bonus family through marrying Mr. FixIt and I am thrilled to say the grandkids are going to church with me today! Mr. FixIt and I will go at noon then when he bowls this evening, I’ll take the grandkids with me and treat them out to dinner after church. I wanted to spend some quality time alone with them. Bonding time is important in step-families…even when the kids are all grown up. I’m so excited…I can hardly wait!

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I told you I would let you know if I slept well again when I practiced handing everything over to God before bed. Well, I did and it was amazing how fast I fell asleep…and stayed asleep all night. I think I’m onto something here!

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We haven’t been to church for two weeks because of bad weather. I can hardly wait to get there today…twice! Have a blessed Sunday, dear ones. I’ll see you this evening for Sunday Night Prayer Circle. ❤️

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“Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.”\n

Proverbs 17:6 NIV

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\"LL “I love my new Happy Camper Slippers!”

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My new slippers arrived yesterday! Yes…I had to have them. They are so cute and comfy. And they make me smile! 

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I’ve had an interesting week ministering to my family, loving my kids through life issues, being a mentor to the grandchildren. Missing the Colorado family. Sharing the Gospel. And the love. It’s been a challenge AND it’s been incredibly rewarding. And, I’m totally whupped tonight as I write this. 

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I have had a lot on my mind this week and I haven’t slept well. So, Thursday night I did like they suggested in Goliath Will Fall. When I laid down in bed, I told God I had worked on this stuff long enough. I said, “Here, I’m giving this to you to work on tonight. I’m going to sleep.” And I did. I mean…it really worked! I slept ten hours straight. I haven’t done that in ages but I’m going to try it again. I’ll let you know how it works.

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I love how my posts have been stirring people to write to me with their own stories of faith and family. I love how someone writes of a painful situation they are going through and soon, there are others who have chimed in to support them. It warms my heart that God trusts me with this ministry…to my family, to my friends, to my readers. I am grateful for all of you. And for a God that trusts someone like me with such a wonderful gift. ❤️

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“But I do not account my life of any value nor as precious to myself, if only I may finish my course and the ministry that I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God.”\n

Acts 20:24 ESV

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\"Mom\" “My precious mother…gone fifteen years now. I miss her so much.”

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Fifteen years ago today, my precious mom left us unexpectedly. She had been ill for only five days, refusing to go to the hospital as she had no one to watch my brother. He has cerebral palsy and always had lived at home with her. She was fiercely protective of him. She died of multiple pulmonary emboli…blood clots in the lungs. If she would have had proper medical care, I believe she would have lived longer. Then again, perhaps it was her time to go. Either way, as those of you know who have lost your mother, it is a dreadfully difficult thing to go through.

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I posted some pictures on my Instagram account (@GriefMaven) yesterday and the setting is such that they also posted here. I entered them in Apple’s photo contest for pictures shot with an iPhone. One of the pictures is of my grandma’s house, which was also my mom’s house growing up. I believe she was a teenager when they moved there. Before that, they lived in the old home place back on the hill.

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Mom and her siblings walked down off that hill every day and from the time they went to high school, rode the bus twenty-eight miles each way, then walked back up the hill when they got home. It was a hardscrabble life for Mom and her family as they lived off the land…six kids, Grandma and Pop-Pop, an old milk cow and a horse to plow. Pop-Pop worked in the shop down the road…welding, fixing things, delivering pop, working on trucks for the oil fields.

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We went to the farm yesterday. I sat quietly in the living room, listening to the old house speak to me in a language I have heard since my earliest days. My eyes ran over the old linoleum on the floor, its pattern looking like carpet, faded and worn through in places. The sheers on the windows let the pale light from late afternoon highlight the dust motes in the air. The familiar smell of wood and old cotton and gas stove comforting me as I remembered so many days shared with her there.

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My friend Sharon, who is also a newly discovered distant cousin, saw the picture of Grandma’s house here yesterday and said it brought tears to her eyes. She said it made her think of an oldtimey tune her mother used to sing as she did her household chores. She posted a link, but I’m going to share it here as well. In honor of Wanda Belle…my mom, my friend, my champion. I loved her so…I miss her still. 

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Precious Memories…how they linger…

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❤️

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“\"Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.\"”\n

Proverbs 31:29 ESV

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\"Male “Mr. & Mrs. Cardinal in the forsythia bush.”

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Cardinals don’t migrate, so we have an abundance of them here in West Virginia. It is our state bird, along with that of six other states. I grew up calling them “redbirds”. They were my grandma’s favorites and she took such delight when she saw a flash of crimson darting in and out of the shrubs out on the farm. 

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This picture shows a pair of cardinals. The male of course is flashy and bright with a black mask across his face. The female is a dusty, rusty reddish grey. They both have a peaked crown of feathers on top of their heads. They had a distinct chirp you cannot miss. This pair is nesting in the forsythia bush out by the corner of the house. Mr. FixIt pruned them way back just before the wedding when he cleaned up the property. 

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I just love these birds. We have talked about them here a lot. We have discussed whether they signal a visit from a loved one who has passed. I like to think, since Grandma loved them so much, it is her flying by to say hello, but the truth of the matter is, you see them here year-round.

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It finally warmed up a bit yesterday but we still worked inside. The dry, winter air in the house has caused the glue to dry out in the joints of some of our bigger pieces of furniture so Mr. FixIt took a support rail off and used wood glue before screwing the piece securely back together. I knitted and made a big pot of Beef Stroganoff for dinner. It was a pretty laid-back day and we really enjoyed it. ❤️

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“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease.\"”\n

Genesis 8:22 ESV

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\"Full “Full Moon on the New Fallen Snow, West Virginia”

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This is the time of year when we just get blasted with frigid air from the north. We’ve been fortunate (knock on wood) to have escaped the really bad snowstorms so far this year. They seem to all sweep north of us. And that’s were they can stay for all I care. Those of you who have been following this blog since it’s inception know I lived in Colorado for forty years. I’m just WAY over long, cold, snowy winters.

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I can’t help reminiscing about those severe snow storms I experienced over the four decades I lived in the Rockies. A few stand out…the Christmas Eve Blizzard of 1982…the year we moved from the log house in the country to the big house in town, Christmas 1990…the winter we spent in Pagosa Springs when it snowed 7’, and the really bad winter of 2013-14, the year Mr. Virgo died. At least here in West Virginia, things are starting to warm up and there are signs of spring in March. March and April are usually Colorado’s snowiest months.

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We awoke yesterday to very icy conditions…not a lot of snow, but ice here is quite the deterrent for me. We decided to stay home and that makes two weeks in a row that we didn’t make it to church. We don’t like that one bit. I was really happy they played the video of the service on the church’s YouTube channel so I still got to see it. I spent the entire day yesterday snuggled up under my fur blanket, knitting dishcloths and catching up with friends and family on Facebook. Sometimes you have to have a good self care day.

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I went out last night to capture the full moon on the new-fallen snow and absolutely loved the picture. I had every intention of going out to see the lunar eclipse but at 10:00 the wind chill was already -3 so I thought better of it. I’ve seen lunar eclipses before…they look the same in January as they do in the summer. Stay warm wherever you are! ❤️

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“Do you not know that you are God's temple and that God's Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy him. For God's temple is holy, and you are that temple.”\n

1 Corinthians 3:16-17 ESV

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\"Meme\" “Think before you speak. Read before you think.”

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\"maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers\"\n

~ Mary Oliver

\nHow I let a treasure like Mary Oliver slip through my fingers, I’ll never know. It’s an excellent example of realizing how very much I do not know. The internet has been filled with loving tributes to this gentle woman with the expansive heart…her pen trimming away the excesses of flowery verse and going straight for the pit of your stomach. Her words are like magic…painting pictures of love and kindness and tenderness. Nature was her cathedral. Poetry was her torch.

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Oliver loved Whitman and Emerson, Shelley and Keats. Growing up in a dysfunctional home in Ohio, she ultimately settled in the wilds of New England, wandering through her woods and harbor…taking notes and penning phrases along the way. She has been compared to Emily Dickinson. Her poetry is filled with both darkness and joyous light. Her life partner, Molly Malone Cook, was her constant companion for over forty years, as well as her literary agent. After Molly’s death in 2005, Oliver continued on in Provincetown, Massachusetts until finally relocating to Florida. She rarely gave interviews because she valued her personal privacy and wished for her work to speak for itself. Mary Jane Oliver passed away on January 17, 2019 of lymphoma. And the world lost a valuable treasure.

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In researching Oliver’s work, I became introspective. How often do we think, once we have arrived at “a certain age”, that we somehow have attained a level of knowledge that we can, at the very least, term “well rounded”? I know a little bit about a lot of stuff, but there is SO much out there I haven’t a clue about. We cannot possibly learn everything, but how sad that I didn’t know Mary Oliver and her brilliant poetry during times in my life it might have soothed my heart. How joyful that I still have the opportunities to continue learning and growing.

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We are but a sum of our life’s experiences, are we not? The other night, I had a troubling dream. A recurring dream about a hopeless situation which will never be resolved nor totally understood. Not in this lifetime anyway. And whenever I have this dream, I am left feeling an ache in my heart…bereft over a loss I had little control over. It leaves me out of sorts for days and colors my every interaction, thus leaving the stains of old hurts smeared onto others who have no knowledge of my pain. It’s unfair and senseless. As I drove to town yesterday, I had a conversation with God. I asked Him to please step in and be an intermediary…to block this dream, and even the thoughts of the events that precipitate it. To take away the memories that come back and haunt me year after year. As I pleaded with God, I literally felt the old, familiar ache physically leave my heart. A weight was lifted and the cloud in my mind dissipated. I immediately thanked Him. Then…I let it go. 

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Poetry. Prose. Words. Prayers. God. They have such power to release you from the bondage of the past…if you let them. If you feel them and taste them and speak them. They can breathe life back into the sore places of your soul. ❤️

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“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.”\n

1 Corinthians 13:1-3 ESV

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\"Kielbasa “Kielbasa, kraut, and mashed potatoes…German comfort food.”

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When we were having coffee yesterday morning, Mr. FixIt asked if I wanted to go to the movies in the afternoon. My mind went over the list of things that needed to be done and I politely demurred. He turned on the weather report and they’re predicting a ton of rain turning to snow over the weekend so he wisely decided to go to town and rent a snake to clear the drain out back.

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We have a stairway that goes down into the basement. There is a four inch pipe in the bottom of that stairwell and it drains into a pipe that travels over a hundred yards out to the creek. About every two years, that drain needs to be snaked out so the water doesn’t back up and run into the basement. Also, there is a ditch out at the creek bank that always gets filled in when the spring runoff overflows. It’s an ugly, backbreaking job that no one likes, but it has to be done. With heavy rain in the forecast, it was best to get it over with.

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We headed to town and ran some errands before we picked up the snake at the rental place. I overheard the young man who was helping Mr. FixIt lift this monstrosity into the back of his truck.

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“Who’s going to help you unload this thing?”

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“That little lady sitting in the front seat up there.” Mr. FixIt sounded confident and proud.

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We stopped at the store on the way home and I don’t believe, even at Thanksgiving, I have ever seen so many people. The parking lot was filled. People were circling round and round. There were no carts. And the checkout lines were twenty deep. Mr. FixIt and I looked at each other like, “What the heck?”

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“They’re predicting snow!” I said. “Let the games begin.”

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I told him to just drive around and I’d be back out in a jiffy. As I headed into the store, the line from Hunger Games went through my mind.

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“May the odds be ever in your favor!” 

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I scooted to the back and bought the two items I needed. Non-alcohol beer and a chuck roast. I’m easy. I waited two minutes and hit the self-checkout and was out the door in a flash. There were people in there with multiple jugs of milk and loaves of bread…as if they were anticipating being stuck in their homes for weeks. When we stopped at the discount grocer earlier, I planned ahead by buying an extra bag of flour in case I got a hankerin’ to bake something. It’s crazy what a snow forecast does in West Virginia. It’s a good thing it’s the weekend. I’ve seen them cancel school based on a forecast.

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I used to kind of think these people were weenies when they cancelled school at the first sign of snow. After all, I lived in Colorado for forty years. If you don’t get out and go someplace when it snows, you’re going to be stuck in your house from October to May. But I’ve got to say, in these people’s defense, driving here in winter is NOTHING like Colorado. There, you can drive 55 in a whiteout blizzard, not that you SHOULD. Here, you don’t dare touch your brakes going 25 or you’ll be in a ditch in a heartbeat. The roads are twisty-turny and hilly. And they have this thing called black ice. It looks the same as wet pavement and it’s deadly. I get it now…people don’t want to go out in it. And school busses have no business hauling our babes through it if it can be prevented.

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When we got home, I had to help Mr. FixIt unload that drain snake. I am telling you what…that sucker was HEAVY. Fortunately it’s on wheels so when we got it out of the truck all we had to do was wheel it to the back stairwell. Then we had to walk it down the stairs. Oy! Once it was down there, I went on inside and Mr. FixIt got to work. After some time, I didn’t hear the machine anymore so I went to see how he was doing. I found him out at the creek bank digging out the ditch. Living on five acres without city sewer isn’t always easy. That was a lot of hard work. I helped him get the contraption back up the steps and into the bed of the truck. 

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“You’re a hard worker,” he said. 

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“Thanks for telling me that, but you’re the one who did the tough stuff. I’ll fix you some supper while you clean up.” I smiled as I patted his bum when I walked by.

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German comfort food seemed to be the perfect meal for the hard workers last night. I boiled kielbasa to leach out some of the salt then tossed it in a skillet with some melted butter. I drained the sauerkraut and added it to the skillet, stirring occasionally so it would brown but not burn. I made mashed potatoes and served the kielbasa/kraut mixture on top. Oh, it was heavenly! It was a good day’s work and that is so satisfying. ❤️

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“Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yes, establish the work of our hands!”\n

Psalms 90:17 ESV

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\"Screws\" “Having the right tool leads to success.”

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Good communication skills have not always been my strongest suit. For years, I was afraid to speak up for fear of judgement and rocking the boat. That changed with Mr. Virgo and I’ve honed the skill with Mr. FixIt. Yesterday I told you he was being a little stingy with his power tools. So, that night, instead of stewing over it, I just pointed out that I like power tools, too. He smiled and said he just wasn’t used to women who know how to do things like that. I understand that. Not all women can, or even want to, operate power tools.

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Yesterday, we needed to build another brace at the other end of the bathroom floor. That is where you attach two short pieces of 2x4 to a long piece in an “H” fashion and fasten it between the floor joists to support the new floor above. This end of the floor is located directly over the washer and dryer. It’s an awkward position to stand on a ladder and it was impossible for Mr. FixIt to get up in there, so I climbed up on the washer and dryer and fastened the new boards in with three inch wood screws. 

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I don’t know if you have ever held a drill at an awkward angle, over your head, and tried to hold enough pressure to keep the bit from slipping in the head of the screw, but I assure you it’s not easy. The first two screws stripped immediately. So I did what I always do…I talked to Jesus. I asked him to help me get this job done and the screws went in easily as I kept saying “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” When it got really difficult, Mr. FixIt just reached up and held the end of the drill and it worked like butter.

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When you face the tough things in life, you need the right tools for the job. We had the right wood screws. We had the right drill and bit and a fully charged battery. We had proper lighting and ladders. We had mutual support and trust. And we had Jesus standing in between us. We can call on Him to help us with the most mundane of tasks. My shoulders relaxed and I put all my focus and force on the task at hand and was successful. The right tools for the job…it’s what creates success. ❤️

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“Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”\n

Hebrews 4:16 ESV

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\"\" “Master Bath seems to be a bit of a misnomer when it comes to this tiny closet of a room.”

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For those of you who have been following me for some time, you may remember when I helped a friend redo her bathroom. In that case, the man who she had arranged to do the work got as far as the demo and skipped out because it was “too cold outside to come over”. She called me desperate and asked if I could help. I have considerable experience after having remodeled my mom’s house before I sold it, so I jumped at the chance. I love doing fix-it kinda stuff.

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That bathroom turned out really great, if I do say so myself. Between the two of us, we had that thing knocked out in less than a month and it was beautiful when it was done. When I moved into Mr. FixIt’s house, the bathroom off the master bedroom was gutted. It has taken us a bit of time to get to the point of tackling this particular job because outdoor stuff kept taking precedence. And, now I know how Mr. FixIt felt the first time we went camping together. I wouldn’t let him do anything with the hooking up and unhooking of the camper. I did the driving. He just came along for the ride. Such is my participation in this home improvement project. 

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My job appears to be that of “hold this here.” Now, don’t get me wrong…I love a man that is handy with power tools. AND I love to work with power tools, too. Now I know what he felt like when I told him to just sit over there and look pretty. It’s ok. I don’t really mind. I love helping him in any way I can. I try really hard not to tell him what to do when he doesn’t do something the way I would do it. I’ve learned to excuse myself when I’m getting too bossy and go work on something else till he needs me again. I’m learning how to do new things like building in support structures between floor joists where the shower is going. Once you have learned to be independent and do things for yourself, especially when you love building things, it’s not easy to back off and let someone else have the reins. Learning to be a couple again…give and take…relinquishing control…almost feels like new skills.

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We are a good team, Mr. FixIt and me. Thank goodness he has infinite patience! ❤️

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“May the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to live in such harmony with one another, in accord with Christ Jesus, that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.”\n

Romans 15:5-6 ESV

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\"Little “Little vintage campers…how many people were IN this thing?”

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Yesterday, Mr. FixIt and I were having breakfast when he picked up his phone to show me something. He watches Facebook Marketplace closely because, you know, you never know when you might need one more thing, right? Anyway, there was an ad in there for a 1969 Shasta Compact camper. Swoon! Anyone who knows anything about campers knows Shasta is kind of a status symbol for campers. This particular one was being converted into a food trailer, but it’s too small for the job so the people are trying to unload it. It’s gutted already, no leaks, towable, new tires, and only $500. Not bad.

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We contacted the gal and as one might imagine, she already has people coming to look at it, so the chance of me even getting to see it are pretty slim. And, like I need another project! Anyway, if I get to see it, I’ll take pics and show you.

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Thinking about tiny little campers got me to looking at vintage camping art and photos. Look at this tiny little camper. Now, look at how many people there are camping. Wow! It’s like one of those clown cars where clowns keep coming out one after another! Cars were a lot heavier and more powerful back then so you would see the family car pulling a really big trailer. Do you remember the movie Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz made called The Long, Long, Long Trailer? It was huge but they pulled it with a convertible!

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I never camped as a kid, but I remember going over to a friend’s house and they had a camper. Us kids were allowed to go in it and use it like a playhouse. I remember being absolutely mesmerized by it and I wanted one in the worst way. I was always married to non-campers till Mr. FixIt came along. Now we have four campers between us and I am preparing to convert an old minivan into a mini campervan. Oh yeah…I REALLY need another camper! ?‍♀️

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❤️

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“For which of you, desiring to build a tower, does not first sit down and count the cost, whether he has enough to complete it? Otherwise, when he has laid a foundation and is not able to finish, all who see it begin to mock him, saying, 'This man began to build and was not able to finish.'”\n

Luke 14:28-30 ESV

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\"Arid “The Difference Between With and Without”

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I rarely write a post about a specific scripture. I usually write something then find the scripture that best illustrates my thinking. It makes me search more. It makes me read more and study the Word more. It keeps me engaged. This post is different. I was chatting with Danielle the night I was asking her questions about her addiction and overdose. When I told her how happy I was she was getting her life together at 24, I shared my story and told her I felt robbed of nearly a decade of my life. She shared a scripture with me and I made note of it. I have meditated on it for over a week and now I’m ready to share it.

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I have always believed in God so therefore, I have never lived a day without Him. I will have to say though…Jesus didn’t live in MY house until 2004. By that time, I had already gone through two broken marriages. I had two beautiful daughters. And one broken mind.

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I didn’t realize how desolate my life had become. I just knew I was shriveling up and dying on the vine. I became broken in my second marriage and, for whatever reason, we couldn’t seem to end it. We became more and more distant and I self-medicated in order to cope. Unfortunately, I was seeing a psychiatrist who did more harm than good and I couldn’t seem to end that either.

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I knew what I needed. I needed Jesus. But I was married to a Jewish doctor. I took my little girl to Hebrew School every week. I organized all the Jewish celebrations in our small town. I had formally converted to Judaism. I had actually stood before a Beth Din…the Jewish tribunal court…and renounced Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. 

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“Jesus would NEVER want me now.” I thought to myself.

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Toward the end of that marriage, I laid in bed every night and talked to God. I told him, if anything happened to my husband, I would become a Christian. I consoled myself with thoughts of singing in church…of praying…of reading my Bible. But I just couldn’t do that AND be married to the Jewish doctor. He would leave me.

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Little did I know he’d been thinking of leaving for at least five years before he told me. I was hurt. But I was also angry. If we could have both been brave and honest, we could have avoided the pain of the last five to seven years and gotten on with our lives. It would have had far less of an impact on my children…especially Daughter #2 who was just nine years old when I overdosed and we subsequently ended our marriage.

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I felt robbed. Robbed of time. Robbed of happiness. Robbed of my marriage. And robbed of the Joy of having Jesus in my life…although I couldn’t articulate it as such at the time. When Danielle quoted Joel 2:25, my jaw dropped. It spoke of Redemption. It spoke of Replenishment. It spoke of Fulfillment. And the thing that spoke most to my heart was…the end of shame.

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I was raised by a father who used shame as his preferred tool of control. Blame and shame were my lifelong companions, and renouncing Jesus had become the number one shame of my life. Before I even realized I needed Him, I was yearning for His unconditional love. Thankfully, I was saved and forgiven and made new. I didn’t have to wait for anything…I just needed to get out of my own way.

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I loved the fact that as I ministered to Danielle, she ministered to me and told me God would repay me for the years the locusts ate. And He has…oh, my goodness. He has repayed me many, many times over. Far more than I ever deserved. As the calendar turned to another year, I could feel a shift in my relationship with God. No longer a “baby Christian”, I feel I have moved from an observer AT church to BEING the church. It’s a change in perspective and feels like a new level of maturity. It’s hard to describe, but I feel it and I believe it to be real. This is one of the wonders of walking with Christ. I’ve left the arid, desolate landscape of “without” and I’m walking in the lush, verdant landscape of “with”. ❤️

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“I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent among you. \"You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame. You shall know that I am in the midst of Israel, and that I am the Lord your God and there is none else. And my people shall never again be put to shame.”\n

Joel 2:25-27 ESV

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\"Kitchen “The view out my kitchen window at the Ponderosa allows me to watch the birds at the feeder.”

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When I was growing up, I spent as much time out at my grandma’s farm as I possibly could. I never minded washing dishes at Grandma’s because there was a big window over the kitchen sink. I’ve moved many times over the years and was always so pleased when the kitchen had a window over the sink. It didn’t really matter the view…as long as I could see out and open it for some fresh air, I was a happy camper.

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I was thrilled when I found out Mr. FixIt’s house has a window I can gaze out as I wash the dishes. He keeps a bird feeder full for me so I can watch the birds fly in and out of the surrounding trees and brush to light just beyond where I stand. Yesterday, there were several cardinals. There’s nothing prettier than the flash of a redbird swooping in and landing just in front of me. Their brilliant scarlet plumage against the new fallen snow is breathtaking. They say a cardinal is a sign a loved one is visiting from heaven. If that is true, our house was a busy place yesterday. There were also chickadees, tufted titmice, a pair of mourning doves, and the occasional downy woodpecker added to the mix.

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In the late summer, early fall, the deer gather under that tree you see out there in the yard and eat the fallen crabapples. In the late spring, Mr. FixIt puts up the hummingbird feeder and fills it for me. He loves the birds as much as I do.

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We didn’t get the snow that was predicted…as least not by the time of this writing last night. Mr. FixIt has half the bathroom subfloor put down in the master bath. He came in from checking the mail and handed me a package…a canvas print of Daughter #1 and her family. Now I need to plan a family portrait wall!

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If it’s slick this morning, we’ll stay home and watch church on TV. I must say, it was very nice to not leave the house at all. It was a beautiful day filled with knitting and love. It doesn’t get much better than that! ❤️

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“I know every bird in the mountains, and the insects in the fields are mine.”\n

Psalm 50:11 NIV

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\"Winter “My Winter Tree reflecting in the window as the snow falls outside.”

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I went to small group last night and the leader apologized as we walked into the family room. The tree was still up.

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“It’s a Winter Tree. I like it.” 

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You don’t have to sell me, sister! I love my tree and I’m not planning to take it down any time soon. Kathy and one of her granddaughters took all the colored ornaments off her tree and put up all white ornaments. Yeah. No….I’m not that picky. As long as it has all white lights and it’s pretty, that puppy is staying right where it is…no apologies needed.

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I was the first to arrive at Bible study. A new gal, Michelle, joined us and arrived just after me. We sat near each other and chatted as I knitted, cozy under a comfy throw in front of the fire. When I told Michelle about the farm and where it was, she said she had family from out that way. I asked what the last name was and she rattled off my grandparents’ last name! Two questions later and I knew exactly where she fit in the family. What a treat to get caught up with that bunch. They were related through one of my Pop-Pop’s brothers. 

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I’d say it is a small world, but it’s the hills of West Virginia. If we aren’t related to you, hang on a little bit. There’s still single folks gettin’ married. This is what I always missed…what I always searched for in Colorado. I can’t tell you how many times I actually followed people with WV license plates just to hear their accents and see if I knew them. Oh, I missed home every day that I lived out west.

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When we stay at Mr. FixIt’s house, we are in the county between the one I grew up in and the one where grandma’s farm is located. I don’t know very many people here. Mr. FixIt, however, has lived in his house since 1979. He knows EV-RY-ONE! Seriously. He’ll run into town for a quick errand and come back three hours later because he ran into five people he hadn’t seen in a coon’s age. I can’t get frustrated about it either because it’s the life I’ve always wanted. 

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It was a good day. ❤️

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“And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.”\n

Hebrews 10:24-25 NIV

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\"Doggy “Rosie (L), Jaxx (C), and Johnny Boy (R) celebrate Johnny’s 4th Gotcha Day!”

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We talk a lot here about death and dying, loss and grief. We talk about losing our parents…aunts…uncles…cousins, our siblings, our children, our friends, and our spouses. We don’t talk a whole lot here about when we lose our beloved fur-babies…those wonderful fur-covered angels that grace us with their presence for a few short years, only to be yanked away far, far too soon.

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Losing our beloved pets affects most of us the same way as losing a human member of the family. Our hearts break. We grieve. We are lost. We get the same brain fog. The same yearning. If you are an animal lover and have ever been fortunate enough to share your life with a companion animal, then you know what I am saying is true.

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\"Sick “Johnny Boy arrived so sick with Parvovirus we didn’t think he would live.”

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My first dog as an adult was an Aussie/Blue Heeler mix named Boofer. She was brilliant. The only dog I truly did not have to train. I just talked to her and she knew exactly what I wanted from her. And she would do her level best to please me. She had to be put down at the young age of seven after a diagnosis of a pituitary tumor. We managed her symptoms with medication as long as we could but when she went blind, it was time to set her free.

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Animal owners know their time with their fur-babies is limited. Boofer was gone too soon. Old Mama Kitty was at least 23-24 years old. Sidney was 14…a big, goofy black lab who owned my heart during a really dark period of my life. Mr. Virgo showed up with a 10-year-old Yorkie/Maltese mix named Cricket who lived to be seventeen. She died just three months before Mr. Virgo did. That was my last dog. I just didn’t have it in me to do it again and my lifestyle isn’t conducive to pet ownership.

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\"Boxer “Johnny Boy is absolutely CRAZY over kittens! He has to have one…always!”

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My friend Aimee is the Grande Dame of animal rescues. If it moves and squeaks, oinks, meows, moos, neighs, or barks…Aimee has to bring it home. Her husband rolls his eyes when another goat or chicken or rabbit or puppy makes an appearance at their West Virginia homestead. It’s all a show…he adores Aimee and if she needs to rescue another dog, she rescues another dog. As she says…she married well.

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Four years ago, Aimee fostered little Johnny Boy…a mastiff-boxer mix who was dreadfully thin. They soon found he was also dreadfully sick. Johnny nearly died….several times…of parvovirus and parasites and any number of problems. They went to every length to save this little guy’s life. When he got through the initial illness, Johnny Boy started having trouble walking. His joints became swollen and painful. They finally discovered he had a very rare disease of the epiphyseal joints in his legs. After a trip to the State Veterinary School in Columbus, a treatment was finally found and Johnny boy began to thrive and grow. 

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Then, just before the holidays, Aimee found hundreds of little bumps under Johnny’s skin. Again, Johnny Boy does nothing halfway and it took quite some doing to get a diagnosis. When they did, it was not good. It was a rare cancer and there is nothing they can do for him. So, Aimee decided Johnny Boy’s end of life would include the very best days ever. 

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\"Bonded “Johnny & Jaxx…BFF’s Forever!”

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A few months ago, Johnny’s BFF…Jaxx…moved to Florida with his human person. And Johnny was devastated. When they found out Johnny Boy doesn’t have a long time to live, Jaxx’s owner drove him from Florida and left him in Aimee’s care for as long as Johnny needs him. Johnny and Jaxx are insanely bonded. I mean…they FaceTime each other. Seriously!

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The other night, Aimee threw Johnny Boy a four year “Gotcha Party” to celebrate and Johnny, Jaxx, and Rosie donned their party hats and sat in the little chairs around the table. They ate scrambled eggs for supper and had Pupcake for dessert. I loved watching the video!

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Aimee posted a video yesterday that shows Johnny having a little trouble breathing. His type of tumor releases histamines and they make his nasal passages swell which in turn makes it difficult to breathe. She knows this is the beginning of the end. And, trust me, she will never let Johnny Boy suffer. When it is his time, she will let him go peacefully. In the meantime, she suffers the anticipatory grief knowing Johnny’s time on earth is short. Yet, she shares him with us…and with Jaxx. I SO love this crazy mutt who came in and stole all our hearts and showed us what loving a rescue is all about. He truly is made of love and sunshine. ❤️

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“The righteous care for the needs of their animals, but the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel.”\n

Proverbs 12:10 NIV

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\"1 “For He called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.” 1 Peter 2:9

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I’ve kind of had a theme going here the last few days given the time of year it is. I still sometimes sit in awe when I look back to where I was nearly twenty years ago. This is how we know how far we’ve come…by looking back in wonder. I struggled so long with a spirit of depression. When the veil lifted and I walked back into the light, it was surreal. Supernatural. Which is exactly what it was, this lifting.

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I am always consciously monitoring my mental state in the winter. I never, ever want to go back to that dark place again, so I carefully check myself often. Am I keeping up with personal hygiene? It’s one of the first things to slip. Am I sleeping too much? Not enough? How’s my temper? I get cranky when I get blue. Am I comforting myself with food? Am I eating out of boredom? Am I getting out and doing fun things and engaging with people? These are all problem areas and can signal depression.

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We had the fourth day in a row of warmth and sunshine yesterday. As a matter of fact, it was 64 late yesterday afternoon. The sun peeked in and out all day. It was glorious. I went out to visit TOW-Wanda. I plugged her in to charge up the batteries. She needs a good cleaning. I had company in there during the wedding and I never really cleaned much after that. One thing that really lifts my mood in the winter is to spend a couple of days in the camper, so I’m getting her fixed up.

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Being prepared for the grey days of winter can go a long way in warding off the blues. Keeping healthy foods in the house and limiting sweet snacks helps you make good choices when you want to cozy in with a bag of chips or a plate of brownies. Chilled, fresh oranges are sweet and juicy this time of year. If you really want a salty snack, the tiny bags of popcorn can hit the spot without overloading calories. I don’t want to count calories. I just want to remain mindful of what’s going in. And try to move more.

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Cleaning out a closet or that one junk room you’ve been ignoring can lift your mood and give you a sense of accomplishment. Or, starting a new project. We just started working on the master bathroom this week. It will be fun to see that take shape. Whatever it takes to keep you from hibernating and falling into a deep, blue funk is worth the effort to put towards keeping in the light. ❤️

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“The Lord himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.””\n

Deuteronomy 31:8 NIV

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\"God “God often uses our deepest pain as the launching pad of our greatest calling.”

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Grief comes in a variety of circumstances. My first experience with grief was when my Pop-Pop died just after I graduated from high school. I was devastated. I lost a job I desperately needed when Hubby #2 was in his first year of Medical School. The rehab center where I worked was experiencing some financial difficulties and I was let go. I felt it was personal until the next month when fifty more staff members were given their walking papers. I guess misery DOES love company. I grieved deeply over that loss because I loved the job, for one thing. For another, I was young and had never experienced anything like that. My next major grief experience was the overdose and subsequent loss of my marriage and the alienation of my children. That was horrifying. Then I lost my grandma, my dog, and Mr. Virgo in less than a year.

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Every time I’ve faced grief, I’ve thought my world would end. I couldn’t figure out how to live after those losses. And every time, I survived. Not only survived, but eventually thrived. I learned skills from coping with grief. Grief chiseled me into the person I have become. And as painful as it was to go through, God came in and used that pain as a launching pad of my greatest calling…my mission, as it were. 

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I’ve been having some meetings and there are exciting changes coming in 2019. Nothing I can talk about yet, but I can see God’s hand all over it. I was talking about it with Mr. FixIt the other night and told him I’ve been praying for these exact things…I have to walk forward into this new territory. Don’t worry…I’m not going anywhere. Just more fun and excitement I can’t wait to share with you all! ❤️

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“Whenever, though, they turn to face God as Moses did, God removes the veil and there they are—face-to-face! They suddenly recognize that God is a living, personal presence, not a piece of chiseled stone. And when God is personally present, a living Spirit, that old, constricting legislation is recognized as obsolete. We’re free of it! All of us! Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him.”\n

2 Corinthians 3:16-18 MSG

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\"Mountain “Mountain Bluebirds are glorious in January!”

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I don’t know about where you are, but here in West Virginia, the weather has been lovely. We have had three days straight of sunshine and near fifty degrees. When Mr. FixIt and I left church yesterday, we both let out an audible sigh.

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“Ok, this IS a beautiful day, isn’t it?” I love that my sweet husband notices such things and really FEELS them.

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“Yes,” I said. “I can get through a West Virginia winter if I just have a few days like this to lift me up.”

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That is one thing about Colorado, besides my wonderful family, that I miss desperately. Plenty of sunshine days in the Rocky Mountains. And there truly is nothing more beautiful than Mountain Bluebirds on the crisp white of snow.

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My friend, Roxanne Morris, is an incredibly talented artist and photographer. She caught these images yesterday and I asked if I could share them with you. They make me smile. Mr. Virgo has brought me bluebirds from the beginning. He knew how much I loved them. I cannot see them without thinking of him. And, since yesterday was my re-birthday, it was only fitting that he send me bluebirds…albeit through my friend’s lens and Facebook. These are COLORADO bluebirds. These are the same as the ones that fly around his grave when I go visit him. 

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\"Mountain “The flash of blue against the crisp, white snow of Colorado makes Mountain Bluebirds a favorite.”

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I marveled all day yesterday at the vast differences in my life now compared to the same day nineteen years ago. I stood in church and sang with great joy and enthusiasm. I held hands with my sweet husband. We enjoyed breakfast together after church. We shared some time at the farm. And we came home to the Ponderosa. I spoke to Daughter #1 and she told me she loves me and misses me. I chatted with Daughter #2 and we shared our love. I received a text from Hubby #2…the one to whom I was married at the time of the overdose. It was a lovely text with pictures of their dogs and he was joyful and there was no mention of the past and my heart filled with love and joy for our healing. And, to top it all off, Mr. Virgo’s beloved Eagles won the wild card game yesterday. So, yeah…he’s happy, too. And still sending me bluebirds. ❤️

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“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.\n

You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.””

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Jeremiah 29:11, 13-14 NIV

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\nWhen I woke up the morning of January 6, 2000...I had no idea I had spent the last night of my life in Hubby #2’s bed. Because, it very nearly became the ACTUAL last night of my life. In about 12 hours, I was going to be in the ER fighting for my life after an overdose. \n

This is the day that I refer to as my re-birthday. It was the day I hit rock bottom and had to start navigating my way back up. It wasn’t like I really wanted to die. I just wanted the pain to stop. Everything had become so painful.

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I used to tell the details of this day over and over and over to anyone who would sit still. I told about my relationship to a man who wasn’t taking care of me the way I needed. He’s not a bad man at all. Years of illness and my altered personality from all those drugs had taken their toll on both of us. I told about the psychiatrist who misdiagnosed me as having a chemical imbalance in my brain. I told about how my life experiences, including episodes of childhood sexual abuse, had created the perfect storm that produced that fateful day. 

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It’s nineteen years now. So close to two decades. Not quite one third of my life has passed. SO much has happened in those nineteen years, including burying my next husband. I am a sum of my experiences, as we all are. But, I am not DEFINED by those experiences anymore.

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The person I am today doesn’t resemble who I was back then. The only cells that are the same ones now that were present on that night at the turn of the millennium are neurons…the very cells I was trying to shut off. Everything else has been made new…both physically with the passage of time, and spiritually with my salvation. 

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The value of the story has changed. I no longer want you to take sides with me and hate my ex-husband. I no longer want to make excuses for my behaviors. I no longer want you to feel sorry for me. These things were all present for some time in the retelling. Now, the value of the story isn’t so much the yardstick that measures how far I’ve come, but more a testimony that…no matter how far you’ve gone down the wrong path…you can turn around and have a better life.

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While my abuse came from prescriptions, and Danielle’s (see my post about her earlier this week) came from street drugs and a needle, we are no different. We were both addicted and we were both saved by the same Grace. We were both snatched from the jaws of death by a loving and forgiving God. He didn’t cause our problems, but he did allow us to walk through them so we could learn and grow into the purpose He designed for our lives.

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It’s hard for me to believe that was me…that I was that far gone. I will tell you this, though…I will forever tell how Jesus picked me up and carried me when I stumbled and fell on January 6, 2000. ❤️

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“so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”\n

Isaiah 55:11 NIV

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\"Psalm “Man says…show me and I’ll trust you. God says…trust me and I’ll show you.” Psalm 126:6

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So, I was minding my own business, tucked under my blanket, happily knitting when I got a text . My dear friends Janine and Gail and I have a chat room where we visit just about every day. Janine was traveling through and was stopping at Gail’s to spend the night. I was three hours away but I wasn’t going to miss out on seeing my good friends. Impromptu road trip!

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I got here just after dark. Janine had her friend Diane with her and I was thrilled to meet her. Another friend, Jan, came to join us and we just had a grand time. Diane is a devout Christian and is a PR person. Jan is a retired pastor. You can imagine our entire evening was talking about our stories and how God has worked in our lives. 

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I was standing in the kitchen giving Diane my testimony about finding Jesus when I started feeling ill. It worsened over the hour and I headed upstairs with a bucket, just in case. Everyone had gone to bed so when I came to Janine’s door I tapped. 

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“Janine?”

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“Yes, dear.” She opened the door wide. Her smile quickly faded when she saw me. “Ginny? What’s wrong?” She came into the hall and touched my arm. 

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“Janine, I’m being spiritually attacked!”  I knew it as sure as I knew my own name. I was suddenly, violently ill.

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I spent the prior twenty-four hours pretty immersed in Jesus. I watched War Room…a powerful movie about spiritual warfare. Then I came to Gail’s and spent a whole evening talking about very powerful, spiritual things. There were five very strong women engaged in animated spiritual conversation. 

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Janine and Diane came into the room and laid hands on me and prayed fervently. Within a half hour, I felt much better. 

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If you don’t believe in such a thing as spiritual warfare, I am here to tell you it’s a very real thing. The enemy does not like when powerful, spiritual women start professing faith like we were. But his power is in whispering lies and making you believe things that are not real. We sent him packing. A whole army of angels surrounded me and kicked his butt! We can just rejoice in that for a while, ok? I believe! ❤️

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“Jesus turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.””\n

Matthew 16:23 NIV

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\"Young “She was snatched from the jaws of addiction and saved by the Blood of Jesus.”

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She’s just twenty-four. Yet she was addicted to heroin for six years. And occasionally she did meth. On April 14th, she overdosed on both and landed in the ICU for four days on life support. She wasn’t even out of the ER when she popped up on my radar. I’m in a small group at church with someone who knows Danielle very well. The text came in begging for prayers to save this beautiful girl.

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And pray we did. Our whole church prayed for her. Actively. Daily. There were prayer warriors stationed at the hospital. There were friends and family talking with her. They wanted to connect her with someone who could help her in this fight. And they wanted Jesus in Danielle’s corner.

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She resisted, as you might imagine. At first she said she’d talk to him. Then she wouldn’t. And finally, just before discharge, she relented. I’m unsure of the exact timeline, but I know it wasn’t long till this beautiful girl was saved in a parking lot with many prayers surrounding her.

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The change that has come over Danielle is remarkable. When you see her today, and see the light of Jesus on her, it is so hard to imagine her shooting heroin into her veins. She has attended a faith-based residential program three times. These weren’t three dropouts. This was three separate sessions. Because, as anyone who has been set free of the demon of addiction can tell you, it’s never a one and done situation. It is a life-long learning process. And she is committed.

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A couple of days ago, Danielle took a plane to Hawaii to attend discipleship training. When she arrived, her luggage was somewhere in Dallas. When she got to the campus to check in, she found out there had been a miscommunication and she was short on funds…four figures short on funds. She reached out to her church family and we raised the funds in about three hours. There is no way to hide God’s work in this. And it is so obvious the enemy doesn’t like it. He tried to throw a wrench in the works at every turn but our God is a mighty God. It wasn’t long till the enemy was put in his place.

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Last night, I watched War Room. I’ve always considered myself to be…if not a prayer warrior…then at the very least, a fervent prayer. Oh, my…that movie has me planning a War Room of my own! People like Danielle remind us of the power of prayer. I am so proud of her hard work and her willingness to keep plugging at this. I can’t wait to see what she learns in discipleship training. I cant wait to see what God has in store for her! I’m so happy God plucked her from the jaws of death because I know He has plans for her…to prosper her and not to harm her. ❤️

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“I must go on boasting. Although there is nothing to be gained, I will go on to visions and revelations from the Lord. I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven. Whether it was in the body or out of the body I do not know—God knows. And I know that this man—whether in the body or apart from the body I do not know, but God knows— was caught up to paradise and heard inexpressible things, things that no one is permitted to tell. I will boast about a man like that, but I will not boast about myself, except about my weaknesses.”\n

2 Corinthians 12:1-5 NIV

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\"Meme\" “Blowing out someone else’s candle won’t make yours shine brighter. Remember that.”

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Have you ever had someone in your life that went out of their way to put you down? Of course you have. We all have. I was in a long term relationship that was like that. Comments like, “You aren’t wearing THAT are you?” “Well, THAT was stupid!” These things take a toll on you after a while. It took a long time, and a great deal of therapy, to learn those things were said by a person who was egotistical but still suffered emotional injuries from a less than demonstrative childhood.

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It happened with my dad. It happened with most of the men I’ve been involved with. Men who suffer so they must make YOU suffer in order to feel better about themselves. The wounds run deep.

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Mr. FixIt and I have a different kind of relationship than I’ve ever experienced. I am much more free to express my feelings with him than I have been with anyone else. I think part of that is age. Part is setting the ground rules early in the relationship that we can say anything. I’m still learning how to govern that. Too much freedom and some things come out sounding unkind. Many a truth was said in jest.

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We rise by lifting others up. I know from experience what that constant needling feels like and I don’t ever want my sweetheart to feel less than loved to the max. At the same time, there are moments in any relationship when you have to blow off steam. That’s fine, as long as you fight fair. Life is just so darned short. I want to really live it…not walk on eggshells like I did in the past. 

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I pray every day that I will give my very best to my husband and my family, to my friends and acquaintances. I strive to be my best self, but I don’t beat myself up when I fall short. I just try again the next day. It’s called being human. ❤️

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“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”\n

Ephesians 4:29 NIV

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\"Foggy “It was a foggy, rainy day in West Virginia for the last day of 2018.

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My word for last year was “presence”. I think, overall, I did a pretty good job keeping my focus in the here and now. Nothing I can change in the past, and worrying about tomorrow is a complete waste of time. I know the other day I said my word for the New Year was going to be joy, but after giving it a great deal of thought, I decided “HOPE” was far more appropriate. 

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Hope is such a gift. I remember the first year after losing Mr. Virgo, I really felt hopeless. I really looked forward to the new year because I could say, “My husband died last year.” As if that sleight of hand would magically make everything better. It didn’t. And I was perplexed that it did not.

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Hope. Hope is a gift from God. I have great hope…a seemingly endless supply. I have enough that I will share it by the bucketloads in the coming year. And, when I speak, I will be mindful to instill hope in others through my speech and actions. 

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A year is gone, another ushered in to replace it. May this be a year of peace, of love, of good health, and abundant hope. May you always have enough. ❤️

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“Even those who are young grow weak; young people can fall exhausted. But those who trust in the LORD for help will find their strength renewed. They will rise on wings like eagles; they will run and not get weary; they will walk and not grow weak.”\n

Isaiah 40:30-31 GNB

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\"Mother-daughter “A mother-daughter duo singing worship songs to close out the year.” Photo Credit: The Warehouse Church

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We had a special celebration at church yesterday. Instead of having the kids over in their area, they joined the adults. And, instead of hearing a message from Pastor Justin, we ended the year with an hour of praise music and communion. It was a special treat to see the children of our worship team on stage singing with their parents. This little gal was amazing and it warmed my heart to watch her.

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As the old year fades, we cannot help but look over the last twelve months and review what we have accomplished. It is easy to be critical of what we perceive as mistakes. The woulda-shoulda-coulda’s can creep in, and that really doesn’t serve us well. Looking back with a hopeful heart takes practice.

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I was telling someone yesterday that I was glad to have 2018 over with. But when I really gave that some thought, I realized that’s just wishing your life away. There were some very sad things that happened this year, true. I lost three people I loved very much…all within two months. Their deaths saddened me greatly and I have learned enough about life to know…the greater the love, the deeper the grief. I was blessed to have these three in my life to love and love me back.

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Then, there were all these health problems I had to deal with. They were a major pain, but when I look back I realize I was so blessed to have insurance. I know there are people who can’t afford to see a doctor and let medical issues go till it’s too late. I was blessed with knowledgeable physicians and excellent hospital care. I cannot complain.

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The highlight of my year, of course, was getting married to my best friend. Mr. FixIt is my rock…my life partner…my playmate. My life is so much happier with him in it and I gained a bonus family!

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So, I won’t wish away time. I will remember Aunt Viv, and my cousin Tom, and my “other-mother” Louisa with much love…keeping their memories alive by saying their names. And I will cherish the gifts God gives me daily…love, insurance, health, good doctors, a roof over my head, food on my table, a loving family, and a man who thinks the sun rises at my feet. As I head into the new year, I will tuck this one away with solemn gratitude.

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❤️

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“Praise the LORD, my soul, and do not forget how kind he is.”\n

Psalms 103:2 GNB

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\"Arthrogryposis\" “Baby Gwen was born with arthrogryposis…a rare congenital anomaly that causes some joints in the body to be stiff and bent in odd directions.”

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A few months ago, I asked you to pray for my friend’s little baby granddaughter and you all stood up and joined hands and prayed hard. Baby Gwen came into this world a beautiful little flower…but some of her petals were damaged. She has arthrogryposis…a rare congenital defect that affects multiple joints. There are typically joint contractures which may be stuck in one position. The muscles surrounding these joints may be weak, stiff, or even missing altogether. Little Gwen’s left leg was bent backwards and lay across her tummy. Her feet and hands are turned inward and her little chin is drastically receded. 

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\"Meme “Her damaged petals are what made her more beautiful than all the other flowers.” A. J. Lawless

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As Gwen has grown, some of these contractures have needed to be addressed more urgently. Because her lower jaw recedes, she cannot drink from a bottle. She eventually had a stomach tube placed to get tube feedings directly into her stomach. And, because she can’t swallow, her normal saliva can choke her to death. She has to have someone awake with her 24/7 in order to suction her airway when her secretions get in her way. Between her airway and tube feedings, physical therapy and doctor’s visits, little Gwen is more than a fulltime job. I’m telling you this though…God couldn’t have given her to a better family than the one she’s in. 

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\"Leg “Gwen has had a series of casts placed on her legs to bring them down into position for surgical repair.”

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The latest surgery was a tendectomy. This will clear the way for eventually walking. I know it’s hard to imagine her ever walking when you look at that newborn picture, but she has had a series of casts as well as the surgery and her legs are down much closer where they need to be. She is just now being able to coo and gurgle baby gibberish and it makes your heart soar when you see her in a video. Her huge, sensitive eyes look into your very soul. She is the sweetest little thing.

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\"Stomach “Baby Gwen is fed through a tube placed surgically into her stomach because she cannot swallow well enough to eat.”

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Gwen’s parents are young. Mommy had to quit her job to stay home with the baby. With all the expenses that go along with a situation like this, there is also a Go Fund Me page to help with daily expenses and challenges. I rarely share this kind of thing, asking for donations, but I know this family personally. They are a wonderful, close knit family who needs a little extra help. It’s the end of the year. If you find you need to donate a little more, or if the Spirit moves you, please consider helping this young family out. 

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\"Arthrogryposis\" “The muscles in Gwen’s arms and hands are weak and she is just now learning to ‘hold’ toys.”

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You can find Gwendolyn’s story at:

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https://www.facebook.com/GwendolynsJourney/

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You can find their Go Fund Me page at:

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https://www.gofundme.com/gwendolyn-strong

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\"Baby “I look forward to every post as I follow Gwendolyn’s Journey. This baby will never be told she can’t do something…they will just find a way.”

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“As Jesus was walking along, he saw a man who had been born blind. His followers asked him, “Teacher, whose sin caused this man to be born blind—his own sin or his parents’ sin?” Jesus answered, “It is not this man’s sin or his parents’ sin that made him blind. This man was born blind so that God’s power could be shown in him.”\n

John 9:1-3 ICB

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\"Sunset\" “Looking for the Light”

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In the next week or two, one after the other…folks will be taking down their Christmas lights. My goodness, I know people who take their decorations down as soon as the last present is opened! Me? Well, if I didn’t have to dust the darned thing, I’d leave my tree up all year. Oh, I love my tree! Mr. FixIt picked out two or three trees and sent me pictures of them when I was in Colorado that first Christmas we were dating. I chose the one I wanted and he picked it up on sale after the holidays. He’s such a good man!

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Thankfully, we are past the winter solstice, and the days will incrementally reward us with more and more light. But it will be a while before we really notice it. Until then, I will hang on to my sweet, white lights on my tree. And my scented candles. And my battery operated candles that automatically turn on and off. And the little candles in each window that stay up all year. And the accent lamps. There are no curtains on the windows so I can squeeze out every moment of light every day. I crave light. 

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In the past, I have fallen victim to the habit of saying, “I hate winter!” “I hate the cold weather!” “I hate the snow!” Well, you know what? Whether I hate it or not, it is going to be here. Defeatist jargon steals joy. Either way, hate or joy, it’s still going to be dark and cold. So why not choose joy? Why not change the negative self chatter to something like…”There is joy in this moment.” There is joy in that sunbeam, no matter how briefly it shines. There is joy in the snow…no two snowflakes are alike. There is joy in the trees as they stretch their naked arms up into the sky, their roots settled in for a rest before they burst forth with their gift of green.

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This transformation of my thinking doesn’t come in a straight line. I’ve found myself being decidedly grumpy occasionally over the last couple of weeks. Then I remember my word…presence…and I come back. It may be a forever battle, but my war cry will always be “Joy!”

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That is my word for 2019. Joy!

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“These people who live in darkness will see a great light. They live in a place that is very dark. But a light will shine on them.” Isaiah 9:1-2”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭4:16‬ ‭ICB‬‬
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    “Latkes for a Late Hanukkah!”
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\nIn early December, our friend Doug Kreinik makes latkes at an area restaurant and sells them for charity. A couple of my friends and I were lamenting we didn’t get to go to this year’s event so we were feeling latke deprived. I told them...Fear not! I am the Latke Maven! Last night was the night for latkes at the FixIt’s!\n

For those of you who have been around long enough to hear all my stories, you know I was a practicing Jew for 27 years. You don’t live that long submersed in a culture without it becoming a big part of your identity. Hubby #2 was Jewish, and while I didn’t convert for him, it all happened around the same time…dating and discovering Judaism. I became a Christian in 2004, but I relate culturally to the ethnic foods and holidays I celebrated all those years. It’s been a long time since I’ve cooked traditional Jewish dishes and last night was so fun!

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This photo is not my latkes…I chose one from Google images that looks exactly like mine. You wouldn’t think there would be so many ways to make the crispy potato pancakes fried in oil, but there are. Some use packaged shredded hash browns. Some grind the potatoes into a coarse mush. When you squeeze the water out and mix up a batter, the pancakes resemble a regular pancake. Some use a shredding attachment on a food processor. That works well if you are making a ton of latkes for a party. I like to use the old fashioned grater like Grandma used and shred about six good sized peeled red potatoes by hand. I also grate up a medium sized onion. I mix in about 1/8-1/4 cup all purpose flour which serves two purposes…it keeps the shredded potatoes from getting dark and it helps the pancakes hold together. At this point, you can set the potatoes aside to finish a little later.

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I squeezed the excess moisture out of the potatoes and added four eggs lightly beaten and about a cup of Matzah Meal. I like my potato mixture to be think enough to form into thin patties and fry in hot oil till they are golden and crispy on the outside, moist and tender on the inside. Oh, my…they are divine. Some people eat latkes with applesauce on them but I prefer a dollop of sour cream. I made a big pot of Turkey Matzah Ball soup to go with the latkes, and a Cranberry Orange Walnut Bread for dessert. So yummy!

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When we were visiting the FixIt kids the other night, I told them about Hanukkah and they were intrigued so I promised next year we’ll have a Hanukkah party. And maybe a Passover Seder, too! I think it can only benefit kids to be exposed to other cultures and religions and traditions. It makes for a more tolerant society and allows them to be conversant wherever they may go in life. ❤️

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“The time came for the Feast of Dedication at Jerusalem. This was during the winter.”\n

John 10:22 ICB

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\"Bowling “The Traveling Bowling Shirt once belonged to Bill T. And…I found him!!!”

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In 1986, Hubby #2 finished his Residency in Internal Medicine and joined a practice in a small mountain town in Colorado. We were thrilled to have that long seven-year stretch behind us and were looking forward to building a life on the Western Slope of Colorado.

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We rented a five bedroom house on two acres just outside of town. With a lease option to purchase, it was the foot in the door we needed to step into home ownership eventually. We were young and happy…in that way you are when you are poor as a church mouse but are too naive to know it. We had to count our pennies in those early years and with a daughter going into seventh grade, we bought our clothes at resale shops.

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There were several really great consignment stores in our area and one of my favorites was a place called Miser’s Mercantile. I went there at least once a week or so to browse through the clothes. A lot of the women from Aspen would bring things in and you could get some great bargains. I once bought a wool coat from Nordstroms for $20! Anyway, I came across this really campy bowling shirt one day and I absolutely had to have it. I wore it a lot over jeans…tied at the waist. When my daughter got old enough to raid my closet, the shirt became hers. I really missed it when she took it with her when she left home and set out in the world. Daughter #1 has been married for twenty-three years. This shirt went with her all the way to Long Island and back to Denver and she still has it.

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Mr. FixIt has been on two bowling leagues for nearly forty years. Last week, I went to his league Christmas parties with him. On Sunday night, a bunch of us were talking about the old bowling shirts embroidered with the Sponsor’s logo on them…your name over the pocket. You don’t see them much anymore. I remembered “the shirt” and I’ve never forgotten the name…Bill T. (I’m only using the first letter of his last name to protect his identity.) Whenever the shirt was worn, we always said a kind word about “Good Ol’ Bill T”. I picked up my phone and did a quick search on Facebook…and, there he was!!! It HAD to be him…he worked in the bowling industry and he lived in Pennsylvania. 

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I sent my daughter a text and asked if she could send me pictures of the bowling shirt. Then I sent them on to Bill T with a note explaining how I came to own the shirt and was this THE Bill T. About an hour later, I received a lovely reply.

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“Hi Ginny, this was my shirt from early/mid 1980s when I bowled in the Berks County Major League at Bowl-O-Rama in Reading, Pa. Crazy that it has survived over 30 years and traveled so far. I kept it for a few years after switching teams in that league and gave the shirt to a special needs bowler when I started working in that center. I am pleased to see that the shirt has brought comfort in some way to you and your family, and glad you reached out to me with the story. Thank you and Merry Christmas to you and yours!”

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It really WAS our Bill T! I told him I felt like I’d known him forever…like he was a member of our family. I told him it was really interesting that the shirt made it all the way to Colorado. It was also interesting that he had given the shirt to someone with special needs. My brother has special needs and has participated in Special Olympics Bowling for over fifty years. AND, the daughter who now owns Bill T’s bowling shirt teaches Special Ed. AND…now I’m married to a life-long bowler and I was writing from the bowing alley!

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Was this all just coincidence? Sort of like throwing dice or casting lots? I don’t think so. I think these sorts of things are God winks. Circles of life that wind round and round. The story of a traveling bowling shirt that has touched the lives of special people, special bowlers, on both sides of the country. I love how God works….even when it’s something as simple as a story that connects people across the miles through a bit of thread, a lot of smiles, and a warm heart. ❤️

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“People throw lots to make a decision. But the answer comes from the Lord.”\n

Proverbs 16:33 ICB

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\"Comfort “Mr. FixIt is a good gift giver…exactly what I would have picked out for myself!”

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“Hygge is a Danish and Norwegian word for a mood of coziness and comfortable conviviality with feelings of wellness and contentment.” Wikipedia

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I don’t think I have ever had a more relaxing Christmas Day in my life as I had this year. Mr. FixIt gave me Christmas jammies on Christmas Eve and I never changed out of them yesterday. I ate chocolate cake for breakfast. I knitted all day. I caught up with loved ones on the phone and via chat. Mr. FixIt and I watch movies all day. I ate leftover chili…and chocolate. 

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I was totally pleased with my gifts from my sweetheart. The sweater is the most gorgeous color, style, and fit. The book is something I really wanted. And the travel mugs are lovely. I think he’s setting me up for a winter of comfort! Exactly what I need after a long season of hard work keeping up two big properties. I have some projects to do this winter…writing, home, and business things. So, having this comfort break is just what the doctor ordered!

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There are so many who are missing their loved ones this season. If your heart is screaming “he/she should be here!”…you are not forgotten nor are you alone. My heart is with you…I remember that pain and I pray for comfort for you and yours. ❤️

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“I love the Lord, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to me, I will call on him as long as I live. The cords of death entangled me, the anguish of the grave came over me; I was overcome by distress and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the Lord: “ Lord, save me!” The Lord is gracious and righteous; our God is full of compassion. The Lord protects the unwary; when I was brought low, he saved me. Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you. For you, Lord, have delivered me from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling, that I may walk before the Lord in the land of the living.”\n

Psalm 116:1-9 NIV

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\"Santa “My Santa and Mrs. Claus”

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Dear Santa,

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This is the sixth Christmas without my Mr. Virgo. I know you remember the day I sat beside you in your great big comfy chair. It was that first awful Christmas after he died. I was crying and you saw me standing there alone. And that great big heart of yours was so soft…you moved over to make room for me and patted the seat, letting me know I should come sit for a while. 

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I was crying…trying so hard to regain my composure. You waited patiently for me to gather my wits about me. Finally, I leaned towards you. You leaned in to hear. “My husband died. I need a new heart.” I could almost hear your heart breaking for me. You put your arm around my shoulders and whispered back. “I’m so sorry.” Your voice was thick with emotion. You patted my back as my shoulders shook with sobs. 

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It wasn’t long till I got it together. I apologized for being such a mess. You said, “Nonsense. You’re perfect!” As I prepared to leave, you asked, “Won’t you have your picture taken with me?” My heart skipped a beat and for just a moment…a fleeting moment, I felt the joy of childhood as I nodded yes.

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We took a photo, you and I…and we were bonded in that moment. I’ve written to you every year since that December day in 2013. I’ve related my progress as I’ve navigated this grief journey…my ups and downs. My successes and the stumbles. And here it is…2018…and have I got news for you!

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I got married!!! Yes…it’s true! I came back to West Virginia two years ago. Along the way, I ran into my best guy pal from high school and, well…the rest is history! We were married in a field at his home. We were married by our lifelong friend…a pastor. And, Santa…he such a good man, my Mr. FixIt. We are two peas in a pod. He goes to church with me every Sunday. It is the first time I have been equally yoked in a marriage and it is amazing!

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I just wanted to let you know I’m doing well. I still have moments where I experience grief. I always will…it is the price you pay for great love. I continue my mission of writing here and reaching others who are on the same journey. Thank you for being there for me that sad, sad day. Thank you for being my cheerleader. And thank you again…from the very bottom of my heart…for being real and asking Jesus to bring me a new heart. ❤️

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“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”\n

Psalm 147:3 NIV

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\"Hot “Hot cocoa and knitting…stop and enjoy the season.”

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Productivity is a matter of personal interpretation. Did I wrap presents yesterday for the family Christmas dinner tonight? Um…nope. Did I bake the Pepperoni Rolls like I thought I would? Huh, uh.  However, I DID sip hot cocoa while listening to Christmas carols and knitting dishcloths. Why? I’ll tell you…

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Because, we get so wrapped up in trying to have the perfect Hallmark holiday that we forget to just…be. To enjoy the moments. To sit down with someone you love and watch the rain pour down and ask if we’re ready for another cup of tea. To listen to Christmas music. To feel the warmth of the fire. To catch up with a friend on the phone. To read Christmas cards. To light candles with the scents of pine and cinnamon apples. 

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Those presents will get wrapped. Dinner is a pot of chili with peanut butter sandwiches and a pan of homemade cinnamon rolls. Easy peasy. We don’t get yesterday again. We only get today. Don’t be so busy trying to make something perfect that you forget to enjoy the process. Today, you have my permission to put your feet up, have a cup of tea, and knit. The rest will get done…or maybe it won’t. But you’ll feel ever so much better by slowing down. Breathe! Today is the first day of winter…the shortest amount of daylight of the year. Winter Solstice. It starts getting brighter from here on out. ❤️

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““Slow down. Take a deep breath. What’s the hurry? Why wear yourself out? Just what are you after anyway? But you say, ‘I can’t help it. I’m addicted to alien gods. I can’t quit.’”\n

Jeremiah 2:25 MSG

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\"Knitted “Hand knitted dishcloth with the ASL sign for “I Love You” in the pattern.”

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 Yesterday’s post had me thinking about quick, last minute gifts for the holidays. I was in town Sunday afternoon so I stopped at Walmart and picked up some cotton yarn. Those cute patterns for dishcloths had me thinking I’d like to whip up some. 

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Mr. FixIt had to go to town yesterday to help a friend build something and do a little Christmas shopping. I elected to stay home. I asked Alexa to play “Soft Christmas Music”, turned up the stove in the family room, grabbed a cup of coffee, and curled up by the tree. I pulled up the fox fur blanket that I had made from the coat Mr. Virgo gave me years ago. And I set to knitting. 

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In the comments on yesterday’s post, my friend Jamie told me someone made her a dishcloth with the ASL symbol for “I Love You” knitted into it. I asked for the pattern and her friend sent the link. I still have the remnants of grief brain so I had to really concentrate on the pattern. I had to take out a row every now and then when I couldn’t remember where I was in the pattern. But before too long, I had one finished! I’ve started a second dishcloth from one of the pattern in the link I included yesterday.

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The other day, Daughter #2 called and said she missed my cooking. I asked her what dish she loved the most. Turkey Tetrawhatzit…my version of Turkey Tetrazzini. So, before Mr. FixIt got home, I put some of the frozen turkey from Thanksgiving in a pot with a little water and simmered it till I could shred the meat with a fork. In an electric skillet, I sautéed half an onion, some sliced mushrooms and celery in a little butter. I added a drained can of mixed veggies. When the turkey was shredded, I tossed it in the skillet with about a pint of the drippings from the pan I roasted the turkey in. While that simmered, I cooked some egg noodles. I mixed up some flour in some of the broth and thickened the turkey mixture, stirred in a cup of sour cream, and brought it just to a simmer then added the drained cooked noodles. Topped with a little shredded Parmesan and…voila! Turkey Tetrawhatzit! Comfort food at it’s best…and it made me think of my daughter. Mr. FixIt said…”Send her a picture!” I did…then called her so she could “join us for dinner!”

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It was a lovely day…peaceful, comforting, homey, warm with a big dash of “I Love You!” ❤️

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“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”\n

Psalms 23:6 ESV

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\"Meme\" “Forgiveness=Freedom”

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I’m not sure what I expected when I became a Christian in 2004. Lightning? The parting of the sea? Enlightenment? Thunder? I do know what I received was life altering. I received a healing to my very core. I felt like every cell in my body had been made new. It was remarkable. 

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When I was a baby Christian, I was like a sponge. I knew God, and loved Him. I knew Jesus, and finally embraced Him. But, when it came to the Holy Spirit, I was clueless. I had no idea exactly who He was, how He worked, what His function was. As the years have gone by, I’ve learned more and more and have developed my relationship with the Holy Trinity. And once in a while I get a big A-Ha moment that shines a light on some aspect I didn’t understand before.

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I’ve long known and understood when the Holy Spirit talks to me. Those “nudges” that move and steer me in a certain direction are an indication of His presence. When I worship or hear a particularly moving sermon or scripture and I get goose bumps…that’s the Holy Spirit. All those years when I felt a knock on the door of my heart to let Jesus into my life? That was the Holy Spirit. I get all that now. And sometimes when I call out to Him and get the answer in moments, it reiterates just how close the Holy Spirit is….He lives inside us. He is that aspect of God that touches our hearts and minds with an intimacy only God can provide. I had that experience this weekend.

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We had lunch with some of the local residents who live near the farm. Over lunch, my elderly aunt became a topic of discussion and I recounted how difficult that time had been. Then at church yesterday, Pastor Justin spoke on forgiveness. True forgiveness breaks the chains that are holding you prisoner. I thought back to my conversation of the day before and realized, I still had a spirit of unforgiveness as I was holding some resentment and hurt in my heart over some of the things my aunt said and did while I was trying to help her. In retrospect, I was quite filled with “You have no idea what she put me through!” That resentment, however small, is the poison I keep drinking yet she is totally unharmed.

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At the end of services, Pastor Justin did an alter call and asked those to come forward who wished to let go of resentments and hurts and embrace a spirit of forgiveness. He came to each of us and laid his hands on our heads and prayed over us. I left feeling completely changed…yet again.

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Do you have someone you are harboring a spirit of unforgiveness for? Is there someone who has hurt you that has left you saying, “I’ll show you!”? If so, this is a beautiful time to just let it go. Pray for those who have hurt you. Seek ways to praise them in public for the blessings they have given you…even if that blessing is the insight you gained from their unkindness. And, this is the season of giving. Send them a card. Stick a $5 gift card for coffee or to a restaurant. Tell them, “You know, I just wanted to let you know what a blessing you have been this year.” Or “I know you’ve gone through a rough patch and I just wanted to reach out and tell you I’m thinking of you.” Forgiveness goes a long way toward uniting us. I’m not saying send a gift card to your abuser. Or even reaching out for conversation with someone who physically or emotionally abused you. But you can still pray for them. The spirit of forgiveness in you just might bring you a new level of peace and healing of your own. ❤️

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“bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.”\n

Colossians 3:13 ESV

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\"Handknit “I knitted this little beaded evening bag many years ago.”

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There is only one thing better than spending time at the farm. Spending time at the farm with Mr. FixIt! I asked him Thursday if we could go out for a couple of days and he is such a sweetie. We don’t quite have the amenities at the farm that we have at the house, but he’s a real sport. Usually we pack enough stuff for a month-long safari, but we’re getting better at it. Dinner was Hamburger Macaroni (SO simple…brown 1# hamburger with a med. onion chopped, stir in a can of fire-roasted diced tomatoes and a can of drained corn, add a few cups of cooked elbow macaroni and a couple slices of Colby cheese, a little red pepper flakes, garlic salt, pepper, and oregano…stir and serve. Comfort food when served with homemade peanut butter cookies! Yummmmmm!

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I was going through some of the things I saved and brought with me from Colorado. I chatted with my knitting buddy, Gail, yesterday. I told her about a little purse I knitted many years ago. When I was going through a box, I ran across this pretty little beaded bag. I remember the day I went to the Convention Center in downtown Denver for a bead show. There was a lady from Evergreen selling reproduction silver plated purse handles, Japanese silk, seed beads, tiny little double-point needles, and patterns for the most darling little evening bags. I bought enough supplies to make four.

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This was the first one I made. It was tedious to make, I will not lie. To start with, you have to transfer all these little beads to the silk. The beads come on something called a hank. It’s several strands of beads in a loop, and the ends of the threads are all tied together in a knot. Each loop had to be very carefully removed from the hank without dropping one end. If you drop it, alllllllll the beads slip off and go everywhere. Don’t ask me how I know that. ?

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When you slide the beads from the thread to the silk, you sometimes find a bead whose hole is too small for the silk. In that case, you take a pair of pliers and gently squeeze the bead till it breaks. You have to be careful because the sharp edge of a broken bead can cut the silk, then you’re in a serious mess. Strand after strand, you slide and pull them along till you have the required number of beads on the silk thread. Once the beads have been threaded on, you wrap them around and around the ball of silk ill you get back to the beginning. You have to stop and unroll this often and slip the beads further down the thread so you have room to knit. Did I tell you it was tedious?

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I made this one and another just like it for my cousin’s daughter. She was born with cancer in her spine and had major surgery and treatment as a very young child. When she turned sixteen, I made her the little bag to carry to her first formal. I have enough to make two white purses…one for each of my daughters. The intent was to give each their purse for their weddings. The oldest has been married since 1995. Her purse isn’t finished yet. Did I tell you they are quite tedious to make? I thought I did.

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I love having this. I used to display it in a curio cabinet that now sits in Colorado waiting for me to bring it here one day. Maybe next summer I will tote it home. In the meantime, it sits on the dresser in our room and I pick it up every now and again, just to remember I once did very tedious work. ❤️

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“as it is written: “The one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little.””\n

2 Corinthians 8:15 NIV

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\"Shooting “The night sky holds endless fascination for me.”

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”We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, and we got to get ourselves back to the garden...”\n

Crosby, Stills & Nash

\nI have always been fascinated by the night sky. Ever since I was a very little girl and my dad woke me up and helped me into my coat to go outside in the middle of the night. We went out to see the Northern Lights. I’ve been smitten ever since. I think that’s one reason I love to camp so much…there’s usually a clear night sky at least one of the nights in the woods.

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When I was a single mom living in my first house on my own, I packed a thermos and a couple of sleeping bags in the car. I woke up Daughter #2 in the middle of the night and said, “C’mon…we’re going on an adventure.”

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We drove up to the ski area, turned off the car, and spread the sleeping bags on the hood. We leaned back against the windshield and sipped our hot cocoa and watched the Persied Meteor Shower. She still talks about that to this day.

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Last evening, I got a call that my wedding rings were ready to be picked up. I lost a diamond a couple of weeks ago and the service warranty covers that. I could have waited, but I’ve missed my rings, so I drove into town to get them. Afterwards, I went to the bowling alley to visit Mr. FixIt then we grabbed a bite to eat together. On the way home, we stopped to pick up a Christmas gift and some new baking pans. As we were driving out the country road home, Mr. FixIt was behind me in his truck. He called me and I said…”I SAW IT!” It looked like something out of Star Wars! Meteors were falling everywhere. BIG ones!

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When we got home, I told him to park his truck and meet me in mine out in the lane that goes through the field. I turned off all the lights, rolled down the windows, and we sat there for the better part of an hour….staring at the sky.

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“There’s one!”

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“Wow…did you see THAT one?”

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“OMGosh! This is so cool!”

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God’s 4th of July…another memory made! ❤️

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“and the stars in the sky fell to earth, as figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind.”\n

Revelation 6:13 NIV

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\"Christmas “These are some of my favorite Christmas memories.”

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 As I sit and write this post, Mr. FixIt is in town helping his daughter with something and I am getting ready to address Christmas cards while listening to carols on Pandora. I just had my coffee and a couple of the Oatmeal Raisin Cookies I made yesterday. Another heavy hoar frost has the branches of the forsythia decorated with fuzzy white crystal fingers outside the window where I am perched. The mechanical angel on top of the tree is gently moving her wings and arms as she nods her head slowly. It’s a peaceful scene here on the Ponderosa.

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As I was baking my grandma’s Oatmeal Raisin Cookies Monday, I was reminiscing about Christmases spent out on the farm. Grandma seldom had any extras around because money was always tight living off the land. But, as Christmas approached, you could be sure to find certain special treats brought home from the Five & Dime in Harrisville in small brown paper sacks.

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I especially remember the Christmas candies Grandma always set out in a special glass dish. Ruffled ribbons, chocolate straws, peppermint sticks…all conjure up the warmth of my grandma’s house at Christmas. 

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My Uncle Bob had a developmental disability and lived at home all his life. Every Christmas, Bob would walk back on the hill with Grandma and select a tree to drag back down to the house. They were sparse little Charlie Brown trees. I thought they were kind of sad and pitiful back then because ours was always a big, full tree we selected from the lot down at the Shopping Center. Looking back with 65-year-old eyes, I’d give anything to go back and see the ornaments and sweetness of my childhood Christmases on the farm.

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Mr. FixIt and I have an artificial tree. He purchased it for me the first Christmas we were dating. I was in Colorado and he was walking around the mall when he saw Sears had their trees marked down drastically. He called and asked if I wanted one. He sent several photos and I selected a slim tree with feathered tips on the needles that make them look frosted. It’s prelit with white lights. No twinkling for me. And no colors. I like white light…and lots of it in the wintertime. It helps with my winter blues.

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Keeping these memories alive helps comfort me in times of great loss. When I conjure up images of my grandma, my mom, my cousin, my aunt, my other mother…it reminds me while they are away from me physically, I have them with me always in my heart. Christmas isn’t always a happy occasion when you are actively grieving. Holding the memories close can help ease that pain and gives you the outlet you need to process your grief. Feel your feels, I always say. ❤️

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“My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.”\n

Isaiah 32:18 NIV

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\"Roses\" “Mr. FixIt brought me roses.”

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When I’m struggling with grief, a day in the kitchen does wonders for me. Mr. FixIt knew I hadn’t slept well the last couple of nights since learning the sad news of Miss Louisa passing away, so he was gracious and let me sleep in as long as I wanted to yesterday. I must say, when I awoke around 11:00, I did feel much better. I padded into the kitchen to make my coffee and greet my sweet man in the family room…steaming mug in hand.

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I snuggled into the loveseat and wrapped my blue fox blanket around me. The Christmas tree was decorated and standing to my left in front of the big picture windows. The gas stove was cranked up and putting off some decent heat. The heavy frost still laid white on the grass and trees in my view. And, amazingly, the forsythia had several bright yellow blooms on them casting a stark contrast to the grey palette of December.

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I sipped my coffee while Mr. FixIt read the paper. The TV droned quietly in the background…some fourteen year old was answering questions on a game show. I tuned it out as I stared at the decorations on the tree and took inventory of my feelings. The pain I felt when I heard the news of yet another loss was easing a little and shifting to the lonesomeness of not being able to pick up the phone and call whenever I want. It is familiar turf for me.

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After a while, I sighed and went into the bedroom to dress. Mr. FixIt put on his insulated coveralls and went outside to work a while. I carried my second cup to the living room and sat down to knit on a pair of socks. I texted my friend Gail who is touring Europe to see how she is doing. My friend Janine sent me a text to remind me she was going live at 3:00CST. I put my phone away and turned Pandora to “Traditional Christmas.” I spent the next hour or so in quiet meditation, my hands wrapping the wool yarn around the needles with the muscle memory of a skill I learned in my youth.

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I decided to mix up a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies and was pulling the last batch from the oven as Mr. FixIt came in from the cold. I turned on the kettle and he had a nice cup of tea as he ate a cookie, still warm from the oven. He watched me move around the kitchen, cleaning up the bowls and baking pans. I sensed his eyes on me. This is the relationship we delight in. I looked up from wiping the counter and he smiled.

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“You treat me so well.”

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I smiled back. A knowing smile. An appreciative smile. This is the part of him that is like Mr. Virgo. He loves and appreciates me and is quick to tell me. I love that. 

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“I like spoiling you,” I grinned. He laughed, gave me a little pat as he tucked his mug in the kitchen sink. He pulled up his coveralls and went back outside. I watched him as he walked out the door. How can a coverall make a man look that sexy? I smiled as I tucked the towel in the door handle of the oven and turned out the light. I had another hour to knit before I started supper.

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When I was at the farm the other night, I brought home a pot roast from the freezer. When it was thawed, I cut it in cubes. I put about a cup of flour in a gallon ziplock bag with some salt and pepper and dropped in the cubed roast. I tossed the meat in the flour, rubbing the pieces through the bag to ensure they were well coated then dropped them into a hot skillet with a little oil in it. When the meat had been seared on all sides, I removed it and put it in my electric pressure cooker. I put in a can of beef broth and a can of water, replaced the lid and pressure cooked the roast for 55 minutes. Once it was finished, I let it cool for about twenty minutes without releasing the pressure. I released the pressure carefully and removed the lid. The meat bubbled in a nice thickened gravy and smelled divine. I poured the meat and gravy out into a large storage container and set it on the counter. When it was cool enough, I popped it in the fridge to be used during the week for meals and sandwiches.

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Yesterday, I cooked up half a bag of egg noodles. I took out half the meat and gravy and placed it in a saucepan on low heat to warm up. I sautéed a whole package of sliced mushrooms in two tablespoons of butter. Everything was ready at the same time so I drained the pasta, and put it back in the pan, poured the beef and gravy in with the sautéed mushrooms and added 3/4 cup of sour cream. I gave it a quick stir and called Mr. FixIt to the table for supper.

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A day like that is soothing to the spirit. It reminded me that, while I miss those I have lost, I have skills in place that I did not have when I lost Mr. Virgo. It is not lost on me that I have the added blessing of this sweet man to be my companion and helpmate to love and support me as I navigate the losses. I kind of feel like I’m cheating…I don’t have to grieve alone like I did when I became a widow. That kind of grief is so much harder than this. I am grateful. ❤️

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“‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.””\n

Revelation 21:4 NIV

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\"“The “The Parkersburg High School Band - 1960’s”

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This is the time of year where my Hallmark heart kicks in and I feel the feels…a lot! Anything makes me cry…especially sappy sentimental stuff.  Yesterday would have been my second father-in-law’s birthday. I was very close to him and I wasn’t able to attend his funeral because I had just totaled my truck and had a subdural hematoma. I couldn’t fly. I really miss him. I have so many “Pop” stories. Since his birthday was December 7th, it often fell on Hanukkah and Christmas is right behind. 

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The subject of voicemails from our loved ones came up yesterday, as well. I texted Hubby #2 to tell him I was thinking of his dad. Then I remembered a video I have of Christmas 2009. I went back and watched it. There was seven beautiful minutes of Mr. Virgo and my grandchildren when they were so little. There were my daughters and son-in-law. There was my sweet brother. And…there was Pop! I watched it over and over. It made me smile and tugged at my heart strings at the same time.

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Last night we were supposed to go to our graduating class Christmas Dinner. I didn’t feel real great yesterday morning yet I worked in the kitchen most of the day. By late afternoon, I was feverish and achy. We decided not to go and I hated that, but if you’re getting sick, it’s irresponsible to go out amongst the public. At first I was so hot I had to go outside and stand for a while. Then I couldn’t get warm and spent the rest of the evening under a pile of blankets. I felt a whole lot better by bedtime. 

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As I browsed on Facebook last night, I came upon this photo of the Parkersburg High School All Male Military Marching Band. No, there were no girls allowed back then. That changed after we graduated in 1971. This picture was taken back in the ‘60s. I remember my parents taking us downtown to watch the Christmas Parade. I remember these Christmas decorations hanging across the downtown streets. I remember the thrill of seeing and hearing this award winning band as they marched down the street in their crisp uniforms and clean white bucks. Their precision and military style brought a sense of patriotic pride. Again…pictures like this, at this time of year especially, bring a happy/sad mix of emotions that I can’t resist diving into.

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I think today I will bake cookies and watch Christmas movies! I may even hang out in my jammies all day!!! ?

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“That precious memory triggers another...”   2 Timothy 1:5 MSG
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\"Two “I met one of my readers last night for dinner when she came through town! So nice to meet you, Jo!”

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I often receive private messages from readers with comments, suggestions, questions, and sometimes seeking a little extra love and support if they are going through something particularly tough. This was the case when I heard from Jo. Her husband had been recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Like me, she knew she needed to put something joyful in front of her to get through what she knew was coming. She was experiencing anticipatory grief.

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Jo was intrigued by my camping escapades and how I used my little camper travels to help me navigate grief. She joined Sisters on the Fly and borrowed a Class C RV from a friend. While her husband was still well enough to go, she took him camping. They enjoyed that trip, but her husband made her promise not to buy that particular RV. It was older, and he knew repairs would be coming soon. He didn’t want her getting stranded somewhere or to be saddled with extra expenses so she promised.

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We talked about getting together in the spring, then spring turned to summer and Jo’s husband continued to worsen. Then, after 45 years of marriage and countless sessions of chemo and radiation, her sweet husband passed peacefully, November 17th, surrounded by his loving family at home. A wake was held in Virginia last weekend and Jo made arrangements to have a second wake in Indiana with her eight siblings and their families this coming weekend.

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While she could have flown to Indiana, Jo decided to drive, much to the dismay of her family. Not a week as a widow and she was already being told “You’re too old!” “You can’t do that alone!” Luckily, this tiny woman with the spiky white hair is feisty and put the kibosh on that. She informed them that, not only was she going to drive to Indiana…alone…she was going to start looking for an RV. They were aghast! She had another reason for wanting to drive. She knew she would be traveling through West Virginia and she wanted to meet me.

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Jo contacted me early this week and told me she would be heading through my area Wednesday and she wanted to take me to dinner. I jumped at the chance. We met at Texas Roadhouse and talked for FOUR hours! We talked with the ease you feel when you have a lot in common with someone. We told stories, asked questions, and laughed the evening away. One particular story tugged at my heart strings and made tears sting my eyes.

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When her husband was so ill, Jo’s friends and family kept asking what they could do to help. There were far too many casseroles and plates of cookies already so she decided to start “The Toothbrush Crusade”. You see, even though they had owned and operated a Christian school together for the last twenty years, Jo’s husband was not a believer. So, she asked everyone to pray for her husband’s salvation while they were brushing their teeth. That was around two minutes, at least twice per day that people would be praying for him. I’d love to say her husband was struck by the Holy Spirit and proclaimed his faith before he died, but that isn’t the case. He did tell her he would believe “for her”, but we know that isn’t how it works. 

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We do not know what goes through the mind in the moments before death. I reassured Jo that, even though we believe, we do not know the mind of God and we are not telepathic. People’s faith is personal and between them and God. She had done everything she could to bring him to Christ. She understands now she has to just wait till she gets there and finds out for herself. My hope is that, in those final moments, he saw a fork in the road and made a choice to move towards the light.

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As the evening drew to a close and we ate the last of the dessert we split between us, we proclaimed ourselves as friends for life. Jo and I posed for the obligatory photo to commemorate the occasion, gave a good long hug, and went our separate ways till we meet again. I so enjoyed our time together. The last thing Jo said when she turned to leave was, “Keep doing what you’re doing…you have no idea how much you are helping people.” I quickly replied, “I’m just the transcriptionist. It’s all God’s doing!”

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As I got in my truck to head home to Mr. FixIt, I said…”Lord, I always ask you to bring me the words to write and the people on the other side of the screen who need to read them. Thank you, Lord, for showing me they are there.” ❤️

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““Why do you ask me about what is good?” Jesus replied. “There is only One who is good. If you want to enter life, keep the commandments.” “Which ones?” he inquired. Jesus replied, “ ‘You shall not murder, you shall not commit adultery, you shall not steal, you shall not give false testimony, honor your father and mother,’ and ‘love your neighbor as yourself.’ ””\n

Matthew 19:17-19 NIV

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\"Turkey “The turkey finally thawed!!!”

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This is the Tale of The Turkey That Refused to Thaw. Remember I told you we bought a 25# turkey for Thanksgiving? We bought it two weeks in advance. Eight days before I was going to cook for the family, Mr. FixIt removed the turkey from the freezer and put it in the fridge. The day before I was going to cook, I checked the turkey and it was still frozen solid. I ended up buying a fresh turkey and saved the day. 

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I got lots of good feedback about thawing the turkey in a cold water bath. However, since I already had a 20# turkey cooked and had lots of leftovers, I wasn’t in very much of a hurry. I left the turkey in the fridge in the garage and checked it every couple of days. Finally, two days ago, I checked and there was a small amount of juices in the fridge so I brought the turkey in the house to roast. Well, once I got it in the sink, I realized that it was STILL two thirds frozen! It’s like this thing would NOT give up. 

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I placed the turkey, in its original packaging, in a clean cooler, covered it with cold water and added ice on top. I closed the lid and checked it Tuesday. The ice had melted together into one large lump and was adhered to the turkey. I was beginning to think it was generating its own refrigeration! I checked it again Tuesday night and topped it off with a little more ice. I was making headway. 

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Finally, yesterday morning, I pulled the turkey out of the cooler and it was thawed! Still, when I reached into the cavity to pull out the neck, there was still a large chunk of solid ice in there. Unbelievable! 

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The fresh turkey I bought was a Honeysuckle White. I brined it, stuffed a quartered lemon and orange in the cavity along with a bundle of fresh herbs, pressed a half pound of softened butter mixed with garlic, fresh rosemary and thyme between the skin and the breast, then brushed the skin with melted butter. I sprinkled salt, fresh ground pepper, rustic herbs, and poultry seasoning on the skin and popped it in a 325 degree oven till the breast measured 170 degrees on a meat thermometer and the juices ran clear between the thigh and the body. It was divine!

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Yesterday’s turkey didn’t get a brine. It was a Butterball and they are injected with a saline solution before freezing. I still stuffed the body cavity with cut up orange and lemon and a bundle of fresh herbs. I injected the breasts and thighs with melted butter and brushed more butter on the skin before sprinkling the same seasonings on top as the other turkey I roasted. I didn’t put butter under the skin of this one. 

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About 5 hours or so later, it was ready. In the meantime, I entertained myself by asking Alexa to open Butterball. You can ask all kinds of questions and get recipes texted to your phone. You can even ask for a turkey joke. It’s always good to have fun when you’re cooking! ❤️

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“Then a voice told him, “Get up, Peter. Kill and eat.””\n

Acts 10:13 NIV

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\"\" “As you grow closer to God, you can’t help but grow closer to each other.”

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A young man I barely know came up to me at church the other day. He knew Mr. FixIt and I had just been married. He was quite interested in knowing the secret to a good relationship. He wanted to know how you KNOW you have the right person. 

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One might not think I know the answers to those questions, given I just entered my fourth marriage. That sounds awful, doesn’t it? Like maybe I don’t know what I’m doing. And, I suppose if you ask my two ex-husbands, they might agree with you. I would counter with a statement: I learned with the loss of each relationship. I learned to examine my own behaviors and contributions, or rather…lack of contribution…in each relationship. I learned about what I DIDN’T want in a relationship. 

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It doesn’t really benefit you to approach a new relationship with a look backward at what you didn’t like before. It does benefit you to look forward with an attitude of “How can I be the best spouse I can be without losing myself here?” I smiled at the young man and said…”I have the answer for you!”

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He looked at me in surprise and payed very close attention.

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I held up my hands, fingers and thumbs pressed together forming a triangle.

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“Do you see this? This is your relationship. You are here. Your spouse is here.” I pointed to the base of either thumb.

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I held up my left hand and said, “See? If you have God in your life, you work towards a good relationship with Him. You not only raise yourself up, but you move forward. The same goes with your spouse.” I held up my right hand to demonstrate.

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“When you are married, and you put God first in your relationship, you each raise yourselves higher, but what happens to you individually?”

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The young man broke into a huge grin. “You get closer to each other!”

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“Yes! That’s exactly right! Do you see how simple that is? There’s no real secret here. Just keep God as the primary focus of your marriage, be the very best partner you can be, try to outlove each other, and He will take care of the rest. It’s nothing more than faith and physics!”

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I gave the young man a pat on the back and headed on in to find Mr. FixIt and take my seat beside him as we put God first…this day and all days. ❤️

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“He who finds a wife finds what is good and receives favor from the Lord.”\n

Proverbs 18:22 NIV

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\"Healing “The difference CBD Ointment made after just two weeks of use is absolutely remarkable!”

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Refresher:

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After Mr. Virgo died, I developed an autoimmune disorder. It took three years to diagnose what was happening to my skin. As you can see in the photo on the left, my skin thickened, dried, split, and peeled. Then it started all over again. Cycle after cycle. My feet were just as bad. Occasionally it would appear on my elbows or on random spots on my legs. Much mostly just the palms of my hands and soles of my feet. It got so bad that I had to wrap my feet with duct tape to keep them from splitting open. I went through thousands of bandaids as I had to keep my fingers wrapped constantly…for comfort and also out of embarrassment.

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I went to doctor after doctor. I used every over the counter product there was available. I went through dozens of tubes of expensive medications. Nothing worked. Finally, my doctor found the correct diagnosis…Plantar Palmar Psoriasis. Still, the medications for it didn’t work. The next thing to try was systemic steroids or one of the new, strong drugs for psoriasis. They also talked about doing light therapy. I was not happy with either scenario.

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I was in Colorado visiting, and a friend saw my hands. She suggested I go to a marijuana dispensary to see if they had something to offer. I did, after much contemplation. I didn’t want the psychoactive effects of marijuana but I would do just about anything for relief. This had become debilitating. I showed them my hands and they recommended an ointment. It cost $50 for a small jar. One jar lasts about 1-2 months, depending how often I have to use it. 

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The difference between the photo on the left and the photo on the right is two weeks. Two weeks! I had been struggling for three years and cannabis fixed it in two weeks. Now, this is not legal in West Virginia, so I can only use CBD ointment…the kind without THC. THC is the psychoactive ingredient in marijuana. As it turned out, when I used the ointment with the THC, I only felt very mild effects the very first time I used it. After that, I felt nothing. Using CBD without THC is a no brainer. It couldn’t get you high if you ate it straight out of the jar.

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Last year, I was in Fruth Pharmacy in Mineral Wells getting something and noticed a case up front with CBD oils and ointments in it. I was thrilled to know that I could replenish my supply of ointment locally and not have to order it over the internet. I went in yesterday as my little jar is almost empty. The case was gone! I asked what happened and the clerk said they had to get rid of it. I asked who told them they had to get rid of it. The answer? The government. 

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Yes. These are the same people who say I have to be carded at the age of 65 when I buy non-alcohol beer but a 12 year old can buy Listerine which is 54 Proof. I don’t understand. It’s ridiculous. I am not asking for opioids. I am not seeking a high. I am not looking to used anything that is addictive. All I want is CBD ointment or oil. Cannabidiol. Look at these photos. If this isn’t photographic evidence of the efficacy of cannabis in the treatment of psoriasis, I don’t know what is. God made all the plants of the field. ALL of the plants. Some plants are poisonous…but this plant offers healing when used properly and it should be made available everywhere.

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❤️

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“Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well.”\n

3 John 1:2 NIV

\nDisclaimer: Remember, I am not a doctor and I cannot give medical advice  I’m just telling you what worked for me. I can’t be responsible for what may or may not occur if you choose to follow my example. I showed my doctors and they were stunned.

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\"“Buckwheat “Buckwheat Flapjacks & Bacon”

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Twice a year, Spring and Fall, I go camping with the girls at Beaver Creek State Park near Liverpool, Ohio. It’s a Mister/Sister trip so we can bring our beaus if we’ve got ‘em. I usually go for a couple days alone so I can gab with the girls and drink coffee all day in my jammies. Then Mr. FixIt comes up and joins us. Much of the time, it’s him and about 15-20 women. He is in his element, let me tell you! He can gab with the best of them.

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\"Old “The old mill at Beaver Creek State Park near Liverpool, Ohio”

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One of my favorite parts of Beaver Creek is the Pioneer Village. We’ve been there twice now for the Civil War Re-enactment and we walk around the village and look at the old buildings. There is a large grist mill that has been renovated. Several times a year, The mill trace is filled with water and the wheel at Gaston’s Mill turns and grinds corn meal as well as whole wheat and buckwheat flour.

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\"Refurbished “The refurbished Gaston’s Mill”

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When I was a little girl, my dad would make buckwheat flapjacks. In our house, if you made them out of flour, they were pancakes. If you made them out of corn meal they were corn cakes or hoe cakes. You’ll normally see them just called Buckwheat Pancakes. I didn’t really like my dad’s flapjacks. They tasted bitter to me, so all my life I’ve said I didn’t like them. When Gaston’s Mill runs, the flour and meal sell out quickly. I was thrilled the last time we were there to find the refrigerator full of one and three pound bags. I stocked up and at the last minute, decided to try the buckwheat flour.

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\"Gaston’s “Gaston’s Mill at Christmas”

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My friend Gail is the camphost at Beaver Creek. I texted her Tuesday and asked her what recipe she uses for her buckwheat. She sent me the link and I made a batch Tuesday morning. Oh…Em…Geeeee! They were SO good. Not bitter at all. My new favorites, even though it’s a pretty complex recipe compared to box mix.

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\"Camper\" “Camping with TOW-Wanda and the Girl Campers at Beaver Creek State Park”

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Since this is cozy, comfort food season…get out your fleecy jammies and whip up a batch of these. They are rich and hearty so you don’t need anything else but a couple slices of crispy bacon and plenty of hot coffee! Enjoy! ❤️

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https://www.simplyrecipes.com/recipes/buckwheat_pancakes/

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“He gives food to every creature. His love endures forever.”\n

Psalm 136:25 NIV

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\"“The “The Little Max by Liberty Outdoors”

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My good friend, Janine Pettit, has gone camping since she was a little girl. When her kids were heading off to college, Janine decided to be an ambassador and help women learn everything they needed to know to get out and “Go Places and Do Things!” 

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I met Janine in the Spring of 2015 in Nashville. She had been a blogger for goRVing.com for quite some time, and asked if she could interview me. We had an instant rapport and I have subsequently appeared at least three times on her podcast talking about my journey. 

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One of the sponsors of the GirlCamper Podcast is Liberty Outdoors with their Max and Mini Max campers. This past summer, Liberty Outdoors loaned Janine a camper to haul around the country and give feedback on the design. After pulling this gorgeous little camper over 10,000 miles  across 14 states. She camped over 60 nights this summer! And now, it’s YOUR chance to own this little beauty!

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Liberty Outdoors has generously donated this Mini Max to the Hold You Foundation, a non-profit that assists parents in making ends meet when they are caring for a seriously ill child. The camper is being raffled off and you can buy a ticket by clicking on the following link. Who know? This little beauty just might end up being yours!

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Fingers crossed!

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girlcamper.com/mini-max-…

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“Abraham traveled from there south to the Negev and settled down between Kadesh and Shur. While he was camping in Gerar, Abraham said of his wife Sarah, “She’s my sister.””\n

Genesis 20:1 MSG

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\"Vintage “My favorite ornament from childhood.”

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I heard a mother comforting her child once. The little one was crying about something that had happened earlier. The mother said, “Oh…are you remembering how you were sad earlier?” I loved that. She wasn’t dismissing the child’s feelings and at the same time, she was teaching her “It’s not happening to you now. It’s just a memory.”

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As we were decorating the tree yesterday, I was hanging the special ornaments Mr. Virgo and I purchased together. I felt a melancholy come over me. And, as this is what I do, I examined the feelings and let myself feel them. Then I remembered the mother comforting her child and I smiled. The melancholy I felt wasn’t sadness in the moment. It was holding the items we cherished and remembering how sad that first Christmas was after he died.

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Grief is quicksilver. It rolls around and shape shifts through time. And, once you get to a certain point, the weight shifts forward. It doesn’t drag you back so hard. When I first started to notice that pattern shift, I didn’t trust it. I’d had far too many instances of stepping on the rake in the tall grass. Once I experienced this new space where grief stays put…at least most of the time…I could start living again and looking forward.

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This ornament was my favorite as a little girl. I have several of my mom’s ornaments and I think of the little house on the corner where we lived. I think of the farmhouse where we spent Christmas morning with my grandparents just once or twice that I can remember. We’ll go out to the farm this week and decorate and stay a few days, I think. I don’t dread Christmas anymore. I never understood my great grandfather when he would say, “It’ll stop hurting when the pain goes away.” I always thought that was just a silly thing he said. But, in the context of grief, it makes perfect sense. It DOES stop hurting when the pain goes away. ❤️

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“...The minute I said, “I’m slipping, I’m falling,” your love, GOD, took hold and held me fast. When I was upset and beside myself, you calmed me down and cheered me up.”\n

Psalm 94:16-19 MSG

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\"Thanksgiving “Thanksgiving Turkey”

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Multiple trips to the store.

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Two turkeys because the frozen one refused to thaw.

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Two full days cooking.

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A fifteen minute feeding frenzy in which 90% of the food was devoured.

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Followed by three hours cleaning the kitchen.

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I am thankful for the following things.

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  1. Thanksgiving only comes once a year. 
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And…

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  1. Thanksgiving only comes once a year.
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❤️

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“And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.”\n

Colossians 3:17 NIV

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\"WV “Thanksgiving Sunset on North Mountain”

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The first change in holiday plans came when my cousin’s mother-in-law was admitted to the hospital and we decided to stay home Wednesday night and leave yesterday morning. Then, when we got there, we found out my elderly aunt fell this week and was too banged up for her brother to bring her for dinner. So, Mr. FixIt and I packed up some food and headed for a visit with them. 

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As we were driving, I suggested we go back home after dinner instead of staying the night. We have fourteen for dinner tomorrow and there is much to be done. We returned to my cousin’s to eat and then headed home. It’s hunting season in West Virginia and the deer are all stirred up. We nearly hit six deer in the first ten miles. We arrived home, safe and sound. Fourteen hour round trip but OH so worth it!

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The uncle we visited is the one whose wife died the day after our wedding. I’ve been worried about him because he and my aunt were inseparable since they were in high school. He still has my elderly aunt living with him but right now he’s doing much better because he is getting some regular sleep. 

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Sometimes, after being the long term caregiver for a dying spouse…there can be almost a sense of relief. Not that the loved one is gone, but that the suffering has ended. Fast on the heels of that can come guilt. You know you did everything you could while your person was here. You know you were at the end of your rope. But, you can easily punish yourself for feeling relieved that you can eat and sleep and rest. Once your mind goes into guilt mode, it’s easy to start finding other things to feel guilty about. Those times you lost your patience. Those times you said or did things you regret. It’s easy to beat yourself up about that because you KNOW you aren’t glad they’re gone. You just needed the pain to stop. For them, and for you. 

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This doesn’t happen with everyone, but it happens more often than you think. And it’s hard to admit. Being a long term caregiver is not something I have gone through personally, but I’ve been around enough close family members to see how difficult it is. My point is, if you experience a sense of relief, please don’t beat yourself up. You’ve done a long, stressful, most difficult thing easing a loved one through their final journey. Be gentle with yourself. ❤️

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“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”\n

Romans 8:28 NIV

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\"Fresh “A fresh turkey takes the guesswork out of thawing.”

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We were going to leave yesterday to travel to my cousin’s for Thanksgiving dinner but they have a loved one in the hospital and wouldn’t be home till late. We decided to leave bright and early this morning as that would give us another day to prepare for our company coming Saturday.

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Mr. FixIt and I bought a 25# turkey in preparation for 14 guests and plenty of leftovers. We bought said bird early last week. I pulled it from the freezer and put it in the fridge in the garage on Friday. I figured it would be totally defrosted in the ensuing eight days. Well, yesterday morning it was still hard as a rock. I mean, maybe the slightest icy give under the skin, but that’s it. No way that monster is going to be ready for Saturday’s guests. Heck, it might not be ready for CHRISTMAS at that rate. 

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I pulled the turkey from the fridge and let it sit in a galvanized tub on the basement floor till I realized the temps are supposed to be down in the twenties over the next few nights. That thing will never make it and since we’ll be gone for a couple of days, I can’t put it in the sink with water or leave it out of the fridge in case global warming shifts into high gear before Friday. I made the decision…I had to go to town and buy a fresh turkey. On the day before Thanksgiving. In a small town. My chances of meeting success were drastically slim.

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I left Mr. FixIt and his vacuuming (for the fourth or fifth time this week…I’m not sure there are fibers left in this carpet. But, I digress.) and headed to town. The first store I come to…besides Dollar General…is Walmart. Since Dollar General most assuredly doesn’t carry fresh turkey, I elected to stop at Walmart. I didn’t hold out much hope and I was totally prepared to have to drive all over town. I sent up a little prayer and said, “Lord, you know I’ll drive all over town to find a fresh turkey but I sure would love it if You would make sure I find one at the first store I come to?” Sure enough, there was my turkey…and everything else I needed!

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\"Homemade “Homemade chocolate cake…Grandma Lois’ recipe.”

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I came home and baked a cake for today. My son-in-law’s mom makes this cake all the time. Her mom got the recipe in an exchange at her ladies club years ago. It uses buttermilk, mayonnaise, and boiling water and it is the BEST chocolate cake I think I have ever had!

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\"Hydroponics “Butter crunch lettuce…one hour from harvest to table…in November! Hydroponics rule!”

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Later in the day, my friend Diane posted she had just bought some hydroponic lettuce produced in our tiny little town. I asked where I could get some and she brought a head over as a gift. It was fabulous and I can assure you, this is where I’ll be purchasing my salad greens this winter. And…NO fear of E. Coli! Win-win.

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I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. May your turkey be tender and your gravy lump-free! I am thankful for all of you!!! ❤️

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“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.”\n

1 Chronicles 16:34 NIV

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\"Country “Country roads…take me home!”

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Remember this summer when I shared the pictures of how terrible the road was out to the farm? The compressor station back behind the farm is finished. No more heavy trucks hauling super heavy loads out the road and back. It was a long year. They started building the road out to the station site this time last year.

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The road had gotten so bad I was really afraid I was going to blow a tire or break an axle or, at the very least, knock my truck out of alignment. I just had to drive really slow and try to dodge the worst parts or come to a complete stop if there was oncoming traffic.

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I was told by multiple sources that our road would not be fixed until the routine paving time came up on the schedule. I was also told the county did not negotiate road repairs into the contract with the company building the compressor station. Essentially, I figured good, hard working, lower income West Virginians would get screwed again.

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In late summer, a local company came in and cut out large rectangles of mangled asphalt and rebuilt the base. But, they didn’t put anything on top so it was no time before these big rocky rectangles became just as bad as the road was before. Pretty soon, someone else came in and blacktopped over those messy rocky rectangles and I thought, “Good! At least there aren’t deep holes anymore. I can live with this.”

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While we were gone on our honeymoon, my cousin’s wife, Charlotte called to give me an update on the kitties. Then she said, “Wait till you see what they’re doing to the road! You won’t believe it!” I rolled my eyes. What now? “They’re paving it!!!”

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Sure enough, each time I’ve gone out since the wedding, a little more and a little more was blacktopped and things were finally improving. I went out yesterday and they are not only finished…the lines have been painted and a very nice shoulder has been laid down. If I could have done a jig, I would have…but I was driving.

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I didn’t have to yell and scream at a meeting. I didn’t get upset other than grumble under my breath and complain to you all a little bit. I didn’t have to write letters or threaten law suits. I just talked to God whenever I drove over that wretched road and said, “Lord, please place it on the hearts of the people responsible for making this mess to come back here and make it right. This isn’t fair to all these people out this little old road. They work hard and most of them don’t have much. Please make this right.” I have no idea who actually ended up getting this job done, but I am grateful for a good, solid road going out to the farm now. 

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Prayer works. Even in the most ordinary things. ❤️

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“The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride. Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools.”  Ecclesiastes 7:8-9 NIV
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\"Woman “Snapchat filters make me see the beautiful woman inside. The mirror makes me see the beautiful Child of God that I am on the outside!”

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I love my grandkids. I don’t get to see them and interact with them enough. Big is 14. Little is 11. Both are at the age where their interests lie elsewhere. Still, Little and I engage in bouts of “Let’s top each other in Snapchat.” She always wins. She does the cute and funky filters that twist your face up or adds bunny ears and whiskers. I go for glamour shots that take away my wrinkles and gives me the face of a super model. Vain? Not really. More like seeing the woman I feel like.

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I’m sixty-five. Even in my primest of prime years, I was never super model material, but I could turn a head or two. I still can, if truth be told. Just ask my new, still-smitten husband. He thinks I’m the most beautiful woman on the planet! And, when I bask in his love-light, I feel even MORE beautiful. Isn’t that lovely?

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When I look in the mirror and I see the wrinkles, the graying hair, the sagging skin, the cellulite I realize I am not looking at myself correctly. I am listening to the enemy whisper…”You’ll never be enough.” Instead…I change my focus. And you know how I do that? I listen to Jesus.

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Here’s what Jesus tells me.

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“You are altogether beautiful, my darling: there is no flaw in you.” (Sol. 4:7)

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“You will be a crown of splendor in the LORD’S hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God.” (Is. 62:3)

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“Those who look to him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed.” (Ps. 34:5)

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“For we are God’s masterpiece…” (Eph. 2:10)

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“…Created to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do.” (Eph. 2:10)

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“Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill his promises to her!” (Lu. 1:45)

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“God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day.” (Ps. 46:5)

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“She is worth far more than rubies.” (Prov.31:10)

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“But by the grace of God I am what I am.” (1 Cor. 15:10)

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“See, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands…” (Is. 49:16)

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This is your time. God is within you. You are inscribed on His hands. Did you hear that?  On his HANDS! He will fulfill his promises to you. You do your part…believe. Leave the rest up to God. Do you seriously believe the Almighty who created the stars in the sky does not count the hairs on your head? You are precious in His sight. Really.

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Now, go out there and hold your head up high on this Monday morning. Smile at that person in the mirror. Need I remind you that you are a beautiful, perfectly imperfect image of God? You are loved. You are cherished. You are coveted. You are protected. You are awesome. There is ONLY ONE YOU. 

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I know. You may not be feeling it. You may be going through some pretty tough times right now. You may feel discouraged. You may be facing a crisis. You may be battling demons. You may be in the dark throes of grief. God has put it on my heart there is someone out there I need to tell this to so listen carefully. This is not the end of your road. He has a purpose for you that you haven’t even imagined yet. Don’t quit. You cannot fail as long as you do not quit. That miracle might just happen in the next five minutes, so stick with us here. Reach for Jesus’ hand. He will never, ever turn his back on you. He will never leave you. He will never cut you down or say mean, hurtful things to you. He will never make you feel small. He will never make you feel “less than”. He will meet you right where you are and love the stuffin’s out of you. Trust me on this.

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You are a child of God. ❤️

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“...And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” Esther 4:14 NIV
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\"Knitting “Knitting, Football, and a Fire…it doesn’t get much better than that!”

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I rarely ever sit down and watch a football game with Mr. FixIt. Football never really held my interest till Mr. Virgo patiently explained the game to me. He and I used to watch football all the time. But TV hasn’t been very high on my list of things to do since he died so I usually find something else to occupy me while Mr. FixIt watches…especially his beloved Mountaineers. He’s a diehard WV fan. And, as I found out yesterday…he really is not an Ohio State fan. 

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Mr. FixIt gets verbal when he watches football. He doesn’t curse and throw things at the TV, but he gets pretty loud. I had a lot of fun knitting yesterday while he cheered. Having a day to stop doing all the fussy work around the house and sit down with a good cup of coffee, something fun to knit, and a warm fire while watching football is a perfect day in my book.

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We drove over to the store at halftime to get something to fix for dinner. I was walking through the produce section and thought to myself, “Taco salad sounds great for supper!” I turned to Mr. FixIt and before I could open my mouth and ask him what sounded good, he turned to me and said, “You know, taco salad sounds great for supper.” I had to think for a second. Did I say that out loud? Nope…we are just that attuned to each other. When we were first dating, he texted me one morning and said, “How does that bagel taste?” I nearly choked on said bagel as I read the text. 

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When we are apart, he texts me within two minutes of my waking up. I asked him one time how he knew I just woke up. He said he can feel it. I love that. I love that deep connection you only get when you truly know someone. When we have had that, and lost it, it’s so easy to tell yourself you will never have that again. I vowed I would never do this again. Not only because I didn’t think anyone would want me, but also because I wasn’t sure I could top Mr. Virgo. That was early on. Now I know better. It’s not a competition. It’s not ever a question of which love is better. Which husband is better. I know a man who was dating sometime after his wife had died. He and the new woman had gotten to “I love you” in their relationship. Then one day she asked him if he loved her more than his late wife. Holy cats!!! What a terrible thing to ask someone. As you may well imagine, that was the end of that.

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Lazy Saturdays…one of life’s little pleasures. And, it’s free! ❤️

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“Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her”  Ephesians 5:25 NIV
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\"Refinery\" “Grief is a crucible…you come out entirely changed by the process.”

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I was interviewed yesterday for an article for a major financial company. The topic was whether widows find navigating finances difficult in grief. I asked her how long she had to discuss this and suggested she put on a pot of tea. For me, dealing with finances was one of the most difficult aspects of my grief process aside from the fact my husband died. I was terribly unprepared and totally unknowledgeable. 

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I’m the first to admit I was a spoiled princess. Money was always the source of arguments in my house growing up so that carried over into my marriages. Being the wife of a doctor, money wasn’t really tight. I had a checking account that wasn’t really monitored. What I thought was just “not worrying” turned out to be “highly irresponsible.” Mr. Virgo and I had separate accounts and we both had good jobs. I just didn’t worry about it. I’d ask his opinion. I had a financial advisor but he wasn’t necessarily overly involved. I just left my IRA with him and hoped for the best.

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Mr. Virgo often commented that I should find a different advisor because he didn’t think the guy was doing much for me. But, since it was my money from my divorce, he left it to me to make my own decisions. Money talk makes me highly uncomfortable so I decided the devil you know is better than the one you don’t. It was easier to just stay where I was. An ostrich with my head in the sand. 

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Then the unthinkable happened. You are never prepared entirely. I sure could have been more knowledgeable though. A friend suggested a Christian financial advisor. After meeting with her, I moved my IRA over and started learning about being a responsible steward for the gifts God gave me. This is what the journalist and I discussed during the interview. 

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We talked about some of the difficult decisions I had to make. Selling the house was major. Getting rid of 95% of my personal belongings and downsizing from a three bedroom house into a thirty foot camper was a challenge. Traveling across the country and trying to help my elderly aunt was difficult. Whenever I am interviewed about the early period of grief, it really strikes me how much territory I have covered since Mr. Virgo died. 

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The first thing I did when I hung up the phone was text my girlfriends and remind them to have that difficult conversation about end of life decisions. Know where everything is. Have a notebook with all the accounts and passwords. If you go over to my website, there is a link there where you can purchase an excellent book called The LastingMatters Organizer by my friend, Barb Sedoric. I wish I would have had something like this before I so unexpectedly became a widow.

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Do you know what a crucible is? When you have raw ore, you place it in a crucible and heat it up to ultra high temperatures. This burns off the impurities and leaves you with something stronger, better, precious. Grief is a crucible that turned my gritty “sand” into colorful glass that reflects the light in a million different directions. It’s not till I’m forced to turn around and look that I can see how far I’ve come. ❤️

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“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.”  Isaiah 43:2 NIV
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\"Shopping\" “Shopping for warm blankets with my small group.”

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I love this time of year. However, the first Christmas after Mr. Virgo died, I was so incredibly lost. I went to Denver to be with my family because I couldn’t bear to be alone. I think that’s pretty common among those who have lost a spouse.

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The holidays were so special to my late husband. He lived for Christmas especially. He planned all year. He paid attention to what I needed or wanted and he was incredibly generous with gifts…too much so, really. But it gave him such joy to see the look on my face when I opened something from him. He just wanted to keep seeing that look.

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That first lonely Christmas, one of the layers of the onion peeled back and revealed my days of receiving his well thought out gifts were over and it was just another beautiful thing torn from my life. I was bereft. I wanted something special from him, and since that was impossible, I decided to do something special for me. 

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I was driving down a busy Denver street the week before Christmas when I felt the gentle nudge of the Holy Spirit.

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“There…go there.” 

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I looked to the right and it was Walmart. I dutifully turned in and parked. As I was walking in, I heard….

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“Pay it forward.”

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I went to the layaway desk and inquired how I could pay off someone’s layaway. Unfortunately, they had called in the layaways the week before so whatever hadn’t been paid for was returned to the shelves. Not to be deterred, I went to the ATM, withdrew some money, bought a card, and sat down to write a note in it. I told the recipient about this gentle man who loved Christmas and the joy of giving. I told whoever was going to receive this that I was giving them what he would have given me. Then I sat down on the bench at the front of the store and waited for the next instructions.

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“Go back there. To the left…you’ll find them there.”

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I headed for the back left and found the toy department. I wandered around and saw several shoppers but none stood out. I went around the corner of an aisle and there they were. A young mom and dad. They pulled a toy from the shelf, looking hopeful. Then they looked for the price, looked at each other, looked defeated, and put it back. They did this several times as they moved slowly down the aisle. There was very little in their cart.

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I roamed back and forth, acting like I was very interested in something, but all the while trying to listen without being too obvious. What I wanted was for the woman to wander away from her bag for a moment so I could slip the envelope in and be on my way with the young couple none the wiser. She was a smart girl…she never left her bag for a moment. Finally, I decided I just had to move forward or I was going to look like a crazy stalker.

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I walked up to the woman and said, “Here. I think this is yours.” I handed her the envelope with the bills stuffed inside. She was puzzled. She looked up from the envelope and our eyes met. I smiled warmly, pulled her to me in a mom hug, and whispered, “Merry Christmas.” Then, before she could let it register, I turned on my heel and walked away straight out of the store, without looking back.

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I got to the car and my knees were shaking. I would have loved to have seen her face. But then she would have wanted to thank me or maybe even refuse the gift. Neither of which I wanted. I put the car in gear and headed to meet my family knowing I had shared something special with someone who needed it. I remember when I was a poor, single mom…trying to do the best for my own little one with very, very little resources. It felt good to give.

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The church I attend is huge, so in order to have that sense of a “church family”, we have small groups that meet for several weeks per session. The group I belong to has such amazing, strong Christian women. We are in a chat group and we offer prayers and support to each other as we share and learn and grow in the Lord. 

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This year, our Pastor challenged the groups to find a service project and complete it by the end of the session. We couldn’t decide on just one so we supported two. The Women’s Care Center and the Mission for the homeless. Last night we met at a discount store in town and loaded three shopping carts full to overflowing. We bought children’s clothes, long john’s, hats, and 20 blankets and wheeled our purchases to the foyer. There, we stood around the carts and placed our hands on the bounty and prayed…out loud, in the store, in front of God and everybody. We asked for God to bless these items that they would doubly warm the recipients. We asked that they feel God’s love for them when they wrap themselves in the blankets. Then we headed for the mission.

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\"Bags “The bounty!”

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When we came in, laden with bag after bag of stuff, the man behind the desk said, “What have we here?”

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“Blankets! From The Warehouse Church!!!” We said, in unison.

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“Oh, my gosh…that’s exactly what we needed. I ran out of blankets this evening!”

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I smiled. I kinda felt Mr. Virgo grinning…poking me in the ribs.

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“See, babydoll! That’s what I’m talkin’ about. It’s better to give than to receive. Giving is an art form.”

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Yes…I do love this time of year. ❤️

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“Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work. As it is written: “They have freely scattered their gifts to the poor; their righteousness endures forever.””  2 Corinthians 9:7-9 NIV
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\"Creamed “Creamed Tomato Gravy…one of my grandma’s specialties!”

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Grandma canned tomatoes like it was going out of style. The shelves in the cellar house were brimming with home canned goodies to savor over the winter. Tomatoes, green beans, corn, big chunks of tender beef, pickles, picalilly, pickled beets, peaches, applesauce, apple butter, preserves, jams and jellies shone like jewels and were EVER so welcome on the dark nights of January and February. Bins of potatoes and apples as well as braids of onions would be divvied up to last till the first harvest in late spring. 

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\"Biscuits\" “Light and Flaky Buttermilk Biscuits…my favorite!”

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One of my favorite meals Grandma fixed was Creamed Tomato Gravy over Buttermilk Biscuits. I’ve never replenished my canning supplies after they were stolen from my storage area in Colorado, so I haven’t canned anything in quite some time. I did take the last of the ripe tomatoes in late summer and stewed them then froze two batches in the freezer. I’ve been promising Mr. FixIt this yummy comfort food for weeks now, but this is the first chance I’ve had to slow down and bake some biscuits.

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Mr. FixIt had to leave his truck with the mechanic Monday, so we are down to one vehicle this week. This means we get to spend the week together uninterrupted! We threw ourselves into cleaning house yesterday in preparation for company coming for Thanksgiving Dinner. We are still catching up with laundry as well as pulling blankets out for winter. It was a lovely, relaxing day nesting, cooking, and watching it try to snow. This tomato gravy over hot biscuits fresh from the oven were just what the doctor ordered! For dessert, we buttered a couple more and slathered on a healthy portion of Mixed Berry Jelly by the gal at In a Jam. My lifelong family/friend, Judith, gifted us six jars as a late wedding gifts which she swears is not a gift….just a “thinking of you”. She had the Chief Jam Maker at In a Jam make labels with our wedding picture on it. Actually, the one I’m using as a profile picture. Such a thoughtful person she is!

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The peace of days like this is not lost on me. Relaxing, puttering, cooking, knitting, writing, throwing in a couple loads of laundry and hanging out at home with my new husband is so delicious. You never know how much something hurts till the pain goes away, do you? ❤️

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“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her:”  Proverbs 31:27-28 NIV
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\"Penny\" “Found pennies…is it God reminding us to trust him?”

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How many of you seem to find an inordinate number of coins since your person died? Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve found coins…sometimes every day…sometimes several times a day. You’ve all heard “See a penny, pick it up. All the day you’ll have good luck!” When you marry in England, you wear “something borrowed, something blue, a lucky sixpence in your shoe.” 

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Mr. FixIt and I found a penny one time that had the shape of a cross cut out of it. That was quite the find! Since Mr. Virgo died, I’ve found more and more coins. I’ve been told they are “angel pennies”…placed in your path to let you know your loved one is thinking of you. I don’t know if that is the case, but it’s a sweet sentiment.

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When I pick up any coin, I turn it heads up and read what is stamped along the edge. “In God We Trust”. I read this and smile. It’s like God is sending me a little reminder…”Trust in me. Stop worrying about whatever is rumbling around in that brain of yours and place your trust where it belongs.” I put the angel pennies I find in special places…my night stand, the dash in my truck, the pocket of my coat or jeans. These found coins continue to remind me as I come and go to remember who’s got my back. Who loves me more than all others. Who has saved me.

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My guess is…you will never look at a penny the same again. And you just might find yourself seeing more and more of them. ❤️

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“Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.”  Matthew 10:29 NIV
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\"Gem “The Gem Roller Organ”

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When we were guests at the Caswell-Smith House this week, Norm Smith shared this lovely restored roller organ with us. I have always been intrigued with music boxes and unusual instruments and this one did not disappoint. It was made 135 years ago but was restored in 1989 and came with an assortment of “cobs”…rollers with pins that activate the levers to produce the note.

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Enjoy…and may you have a blessed Sunday! ❤️

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A Gem of a Roller Organ

\nby Bob Brooke\n

A deluxe 19th-century roller organ. By the late19th Century, working and middle class Victorians, with more free time on their hands, sought out ingenious, yet affordable modes of home entertainment. One such home entertainment device was the roller organ, a type of table-top music box that played wooden rollers called cobs because they resembled an eaten cob of corn.

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Although roller organs came in different sizes and degrees of luxury, the most popular one was the “Gem” Roller Organ, manufactured by a number of companies, including the Autophone Company of Ithaca, New York.

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Originally, these hand-cranked organs operated by air pressure from exposed bellows, As technology improved, later models worked by vacuum pressure, thus enabling manufacturers to reduce the size of the units, much as today’s technology has reduced the size of radios and cassette tape players.

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Because of its relative simplicity, manufacturers produced tens of thousands annually, thereby keeping the cost of a roller organ affordable. Sears & Roebuck, in their 1902 Catalog, was able to offer the Gem Roller Organ for as low as $3.25, including three rollers. Contracting with companies to produce large quantities of these devices enabled Sears to sell in volume and keep its price low.

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The Gem Roller Organ, available in either a painted black or walnut-like finish with gold stenciled applied designs, used teeth or pins embedded into a 20-note wooden roller, similar to the cylinders used in Swiss music boxes. Pins operated on valve keys while a gear turned the roller. Priced as low as 18 cents each–and according to the Sears Catalog, less than traditional sheet music–roller music ranged from classical to sacred to ethnic and popular tunes. The tone was similar to a cabinet parlor organ of the time.

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You can listen to The Gem Roller Organ here.

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At 16 inches long, 14 inches wide and 9 inches high, the Gem Roller Organ was small and light enough to place on a parlor table. The 1902 Sears Catalog listed 220 different rollers of the over 1,200 different titles available.

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To understand just how much the value of the Gem Roller Organ has appreciated, Sherrill and Barb Edwards of West Grove, PA recently priced one at $850 at an antique show in Pennsylvania. ❤️

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“speaking to one another with psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit. Sing and make music from your heart to the Lord,”   Ephesians 5:19 NIV
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\"Wedding “The decision on wedding bands was a process. I wanted exactly the right ones!”

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Mr. FixIt proposed to me last year. We both knew from the beginning this relationship was going to be special. We both knew we had found the one. So, it was never a matter of “if”. It was always a matter of “when”. 

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You know, if you’ve been around a while…I knew I wanted to be with this man for all eternity. But I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to be married again. After all, I’d already been married three times. The first was too young. The second was too long. And the third was cut short by his untimely death. I wasn’t sure I could live through that again. And…I was afraid of losing my widow’s benefits. 

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So, we lived together and it bothered my heart. My faith tells me that is a sin. I prayed and asked God to speak to me through my Pastor if He had a message directly for me. The Pastor spent the next nine months delivering message after message that what we were doing was wrong. It happened SO many times, I could no longer deny the truth. After speaking with my faith mentors, I asked God to give me a sign. 

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I knew He would always provide for me, but I asked if I would lose my benefits if I remarried. Immediately I heard, “Well, Google it!” So, I did…and as long as I married after the age of 60, I would NOT. That was all I needed to know and I shared the good news with my beloved. 

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We married just a month later. When Mr. FixIt gave me my engagement ring, he knew my stance on marriage so we never went out to buy a wedding band. As a matter of fact, my ring was not part of a set so there wasn’t a band to go with it. The ring has an odd shape and really needs a custom made wedding band to sit flush with it. 

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When we set the date, I told Mr. FixIt I didn’t really NEED a wedding ring. I could just wear the engagement ring alone and be good. But the closer we got to the wedding, the more I regretted that decision. I really WANTED a band to symbolize the two events separately. The week before the wedding, I bought a simple, straight band with little diamonds. I have to admit, I didn’t choose what I really wanted. I went with what was less expensive. 

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The wedding was lovely. My ring sat on my hand for the next several days. But every time I looked at it, I remembered the other one. It wasn’t THAT much more expensive. I kept going back to the jeweler and visiting the ring. Finally, I made the decision and traded in the straight band for the curved one that sat up against the engagement ring like it was made for it. 

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I loved it. And still, something was missing. It didn’t seem finished, symmetrical. That’s when I decided to use money I’ve made from my writing and buy a second band for myself to sit on the other side. And now? I absolutely LOVE it. It looks polished. Complete. Like it was made to be this way. 

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I was talking with my camping friend, Janine about it and she said this. “It’s not like you’re picking out a winter coat. This is your wedding band. God willing, you will be wearing this the rest of your life. Get the one that makes your heart sing.” It only LOOKS extravagant but I still got an amazing deal on it. (I always go for a sale!) So, these are the rings that represent our love and commitment and I am so happy to wear them. They do make my heart sing! ❤️

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“So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.”  Matthew 19:6 NIV
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\"Creme “Butterscotch Creme Brûlée, French macarons, spiced cider…lovely company, beautiful Victorian mansion. What a special day!”

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Mr. FixIt and I were guests at the Smith-Caswell House yesterday. The owners are Norm and Judith Smith. Judy’s parents lived on my family farm before my grandparents bought it. Mr. FixIt finally got to tour this incredible Victorian mansion in the historic district of my hometown. We had creme brûlée, French macarons, nuts, chocolates from the Greenbrier Hotel, and spiced cider. 

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\"Victrola\" “Old Victrola”

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The highlight for me is always the music room. For Mr. FixIt, it was a tossup between the perennial Christmas display in the attic and the Carriage House with Norm’s vast collection of antique automobiles. 

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Afterwards, we went out to dinner and used one of our wedding gift cards at Texas Roadhouse. An extraordinary day…an extraordinary life. ❤️

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“Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves.”  Romans 12:10 NIV

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\"Autumn “The colors at the farm were amazing!”

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Election Day

\nUnless you’ve been living under a rock somewhere, you all know yesterday was Election Day. Which makes today the best day of the year...no more political ads for the next 12-18 months. There is something to be said for NOT watching television!\n

I left after breakfast to head to the polling place. When I got there, the digital system to sign attesting your eligibility to vote was not functioning properly. It would not take my signature. We fiddled with it for over fifteen minutes till the gentleman finally held the connecting wire in exactly the right position. Once it accepted my signature, I turned and faced a sea of faces. Apparently, I was not the first to have difficulty signing in. There must have been 30 people sitting around waiting for their turn at the computer screen to vote.

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\"Farmhouse “I love this little red farmhouse and how it looks in the fall colors.”

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“Good ol’ Days”

\nThe woman in front of me remarked on the “good ol’ days” when she worked the polling place, she pushed for modernization. Now? Not so much. Colorado has a 100% mail-in ballot system. They said the costs of elections have gone down tremendously, the number of voters participating has got up, and the threat of election manipulation is zilch. They should do that everywhere and forget the electronic system which can be hacked by a ten-year-old in less than fifteen minutes. All was not lost, however. My neighbor came in a little bit after me and we had a wonderful time catching up.\n

Getting out to vote today had another distinct advantage. I got to meander about the countryside and enjoy the beautiful colors again. I loved watching the leaves rain down, filtering through the sunlight creating a dazzling display of red, gold, and yellow sparkles. Looking in the readies mirror, I could see the leaves kicked up by the truck and they spun around and around behind me.

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\"Camper “There is Joy…still under her tarp. I have to get her moved to the Ponderosa and try to get something done with her before it gets too cold.”

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Texts Can Offer BIG Surprises

\nAfter voting, I headed to the little town of Harrisville, home of Berdine’s Five & Dime where I purchased a few ounces of chocolate covered peanuts...my guilty pleasure. When I returned to the truck, I noticed a message had come in. Someone from BBC 5 Live radio was trying to reach me for an interview regarding coping after the loss of a spouse. It took well over an hour to connect because they were in England and I was in the boonies of Appalachia. I was asked some base questions and told the producers would contact me at 5:30pm. That gave me time to drive home to await their call.\n

\"Autumn “This looks like a painting, but it’s a photo I took on my way home from the farm last evening as the sun was setting.”

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Sure enough, the call came through. The producer connected me to the live line so I could hear the show as it progressed. The interviewer played a segment of an interview earlier in the day, then went live to the three of us being interviewed. Two men and myself. I truly enjoyed listening to their responses because I was amazed at how similar our experiences were. Our segment lasted about half an hour. I listened back and I think it went very well. You can listen to it here. Our segment begins a few seconds after 22:27. ❤️

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https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0000zxg

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“Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them.”  Psalm 126:5-6 NIV

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\"WV “The colors are a bit past their prime, but still lovely.”

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I am from West Virginia originally. I was raised about 30 miles from where I’m standing at this moment. My grandparents’ farm is 22 miles away. Both much shorter “as the crow flies”. I left here when I was nineteen years old and lived first in England for two years then Colorado for forty. It wasn’t until Mr. Virgo died that I headed back to my roots in these beautiful hills.

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My first year was spent out at the farm on seventy-four acres. You talk about quiet and peaceful. Other than the oil and gas traffic on the road, it’s dead out there. The little store closed this summer. The only thing open now is the tiny post office. 

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\"Pumpkins\" “Fall decor lines the driveway.”

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I remember when I was married to Hubby #2, the doctor. I lived a different life then than anything my family could even approach experiencing in terms of finances and the ability to experience travel. I was talking with one of my high school sister/friends one night and apparently I was acting in a way which warranted a dressing down. She reminded me, in no uncertain terms, where I started out in life and not to be so snooty. She was absolutely right. I had gotten a tad big for my britches.

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Widowhood changed me in many ways…not the least of which was living a small, quiet life in a camper with only 5% of my belongings dragged with me. Moving to the farm was a continuation of the much simpler, more humble, and highly satisfying life I have come to know since my return to my roots. And now, I’ve married into this sweet little town I’ve come to love.

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I went to the Post Office yesterday to pick up the mail held for us. As I stood in line, the two women at the front wrapped up a conversation as the clerk called her name.

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“I hope we run into each other again real soon!” 

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“”Well, lets just plan on lunch so we don’t have to leave it to chance!”

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“That’s great!”

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Hugs.

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“You tell your mama hey for me, will ya’?”

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“Sure will!”

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My heart smiled. I picked up my mail and headed to the local mom and pop grocery store. I was standing at the meat counter waiting for the gal to weigh out my two pounds of fresh ground hamburger and slice the Colby Longhorn cheese I’m so fond of. An older woman came up to the counter, walking gingerly.

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“Whoooo-ooooo! Honey, it’s gonna rain tomorrow. I can guarantee it. My joints are hurtin’ me somthin’ awful today. I tell my son, I say…’Boy…don’t you go huntin’ tomorrow  ‘cause it’s gonna rain!’ He listens. He’s a good boy.”

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My heart smiled even bigger.

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The gentleman from behind the meat counter went up to run the second register during the “big rush” at 4:00. He’s one of two brothers who own the store.

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“How have you been doing today?” He reminds me of a preacher. Clean cut, kind to a fault.

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“Great! We just got home from our honeymoon last night!” I said.

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“Wonderful, wonderful! And where did you go?” His smile was warm and engaging.

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I told him we started out with the WVU - Baylor game then headed to Colonial Williamsburg and on to the beach.

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“Oh, I remember a trip to Williamsburg when I was in Junior High. What a beautiful place that is. And what beach did you go to?” 

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“We went to Salvo and got a beach house.”

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“Oh, that’s just fine. I’m so happy for you!” He didn’t miss a beat as he continued to check me out, take my payment, and sack up my purchase. The only thing missing was an apron and a garter on his sleeve….maybe sawdust on the floor, penny candy and pickles in barrels by the door.

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I do so love living in a small town. I am not lacking for anything. This is the life I’ve wanted for at least the last thirty-five years. I was telling Mr. FixIt last night what all I would have wanted to do had we married at 35 instead of 65. I would have had chickens…goats…rabbits…and a barn. Maybe a milk cow. There would have been barn cats and a trusty dog. 

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There are five beautiful, flat acres here…plenty of room to have that hobby farm I always dreamed of. I think I’m past all that now. Oh, I could still do most of that, but it doesn’t make a bit of sense to invest a bunch of money in fencing and structures at our age. We have different interests now…like, traveling, camping, and not being tied down by animals.

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\"Brush “The neighbor came and brush hogged the back acre.”

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No, this life is perfect just the way it is. Our tractor was delivered today after getting warranty repairs. They just don’t make things like they used to. The guy that brought it out to the Ponderosa showed us how cheaply the wheel sprockets are made. He says they have replaced a lot of them. I went out in the field and mulched most of the leaves that fell in that section. Mr. FixIt lined all the pumpkins and gourds from the wedding all along the driveway. The mums in the backyard are already well past their prime. The leaves are still brightly colored but we are rapidly hitting “past peak” status. 

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We are already making plans for Thanksgiving and before you know it, Christmas will be here, as well. Even though our lives have a tendency to get busy and hectic, especially in mowing season, there is plenty of downtime to reflect on our many blessings. I hope you all are having a wonderful day! ❤️

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“Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.” And it was so.”  Genesis 1:11 NIV

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\"Road “Riding shotgun gives me beautiful views as well as time to knit.”

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What a day! I am most fortunate that Mr. FixIt drove all the way home so I could sit and knit and talk and look at the GORGEOUS colors! The trees are at their peak right now.

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\"Hand “Knitting socks as we drove through the Blue Ridge and Appalachian Mountains.”

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We only had one hold up coming home. There had been a fender bender and before they could get it cleared, there were two more in the resulting slow down and congestion. We were only delayed by about ten minutes. Nothing else happened till we were 45 minutes from home.

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I had been texting with the friend we were with when they hit the deer last week. She texted, “Don’t hit any deer!” I hadn’t even looked up from my phone when Mr. FixIt hit the brakes and swerved. I heard a tiny thump but we didn’t run over anything. He said a deer was just starting to cross the road and he though he had just grazed her. We pulled over where there was adequate light and there was no damage whatsoever.

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As we headed out our road, someone flashed their lights to warn us of something ahead. There was another deer…hit and injured, but not dead. That’s the worst because I hate to see them suffer. I did not take my pistol with me on this trip so there was no putting her out of her misery. I needed to get her off the road to prevent an accident. I pulled her by her front legs and she bleated like a lamb. I’ve never heard a deer make that sound. It just broke my heart. I called 911 and they said they would send someone out to see what they could do for her.

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I am grateful we made it home safe and sound. Thank you, God! Now, life will get back to normal, right? (Insert laugh track here!) ❤️

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““But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.”  Job 12:7-10 NIV

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\"Argosy “Sweet little Argosy!”

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Our last full day on the OBX is in the books and what a beautiful day it was! The day dawned overcast but warm. By the time we were up and had breakfast made, the clouds were gone and there was abundant sunshine. It was looking like a perfect day for what we had planned.

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\"Cape “Cape Hatteras Lighthouse”

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We headed south for Buxton to see the Cape Hatteras lighthouse. Unfortunately, it was closed for climbing just after Columbus Day so we didn’t get to go inside. But we walked the beach and visited the site where the ashes of Mr. FixIt’s son-in-law were spread in August. We didn’t stay long because that sunshine was just a bit deceiving. The wind had a definite bite to it and my sweetheart didn’t bring a jacket.

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\"Yarn\" “Is there such a thing as TOO MUCH YARN?”

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My new hubby knows the things I love. He took me to a house that had the cutest camper in front of it. I’m glad there wasn’t any traffic because he stopped right in front so I could take a picture. He also knows when there is a yarn shop, you look for the nearest parking spot. Such a good man!

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\"Cape “Cape Hatteras Lighthouse”

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I love when I meet someone and I instantly know they’re special…someone I want to keep in touch with. That was Jenn Johnson. She has the sweetest little shop in Hatteras. Blue Pelican is a gallery and gift shop with a generous portion dedicated to yarn. When you walk in the shop, you are instantly bombarded with great splashes of color. Large windows let the North Carolina sun in and light is reflected from the many displays of handcrafted jewelry and art objects. Then…Mr. FixIt said, “Baby, wait till you see this!” He had just stuck his head in the yarn room.

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\"Sunset “Sunset on the trees.”

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This place was eye candy. There was a lot of yarn packed into a small area and I could have spent a lot more time in there. Everywhere you looked, the colors and textures invited you to come in and play. Samples screamed, “Touch me!” I couldn’t get enough. And, since you can’t get enough yarn, I bought two more skeins for socks. Ok…I’m done. No more yarn till this is knitted up. (Please don’t hold me to that!)

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The week is over and we pack up to head home today. I was telling Mr. FixIt, when you first get to the beach, the week stretches out in front of you. And, when the last day comes, you wonder where the time went. We are well rested and happy as a pair of speckled pups. So, home we go. Let the adventures continue! ❤️

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“You will be blessed when you come in and blessed when you go out.”  Deuteronomy 28:6 NIV

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\"Yarn “Yarn is one thing I am willing to accumulate. I love knitting socks as gifts and the Lord loves a cheerful giver!”

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There are very few things I will buy anymore. Besides food and the occasional piece of clothing, I just do not shop like I used to. Working so hard at downsizing, and going through the emotional roller coaster that caused, keeps me from accumulating too much. One place I do add is yarn for socks.

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Once I closed my needlework shop in 2006, I really didn’t do any stitching or knitting. I burned out on fiber arts because it became “work” for me. It wasn’t fun anymore. Then, after losing Mr. Virgo, I just couldn’t concentrate enough to focus on anything as intricate as a pattern. I couldn’t even read a book. My creativity had suffered a fatal blow when grief took over my brain.

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When we were down here at the Outer Banks last spring, I went into a wonderful yarn shop in Kitty Hawk called Knitting Addiction. ( knittingaddiction.com ) I explained that I hadn’t knitted in a long time but that I had made socks before. I really enjoy them because they are a fairly quick project I can work on while we travel. It’s easy to knit on them in the warm months of the year because they are small and you don’t get overheated. And, they look pretty darned impressive when you are finished. They make a nice gift, too. 

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I was really excited when they predicted rain for yesterday because I told Mr. FixIt the first rainy day of this trip would be our exploration day. Our first stop was Stack ‘em High…our favorite pancake place down here. As soon as we were adequately stuffed, we headed to our favorite antique store and browsed around. Again, I like to look…not buy. Unless it’s a good bargain on a quilt. That I will usually spring for. I love quilts.

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When we finished at the antique store, we headed straight to Knitting Addiction. Mr. FixIt has learned to leave me to my own devices in a yarn shop because I love to walk around and feel the yarns, examine the contents, browse the patterns, and see what kind of new fibers and colors are available. I was happy as a clam. I chose several skeins and had a lovely chat with the shop owner. It pleased me to see her doing well after suffering a couple of big losses last year. Her partner and her beloved dog both passed. She had a new rescue dog…a sweet but slightly skittish mutt named Carolina Jane. Carolina came from an abusive home so she is quite leery of humans…especially men. This is her forever home and she is blossoming from all the love that is being showered on her every day.

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There was a second yarn shop I didn’t know about further down the island, but the selection was much smaller. There was the addition of some cross stitch patterns featuring local attractions like lighthouses, but for some unexplainable reason, one corner was filled with kitchen stuff. I did buy two skeins of sock yarn there, as well. 

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I’m pretty much set for knitting material for the winter now. I wish I could knit really fast and get a bunch of socks made by Christmas, but I don’t see that happening. I love giving them away as gifts because they are always appreciated.

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Today is our last full day at the beach. We usually drive home all in one day when we head back. It will be raining again today so we are heading to a lighthouse down the island from here. Mr. FixIt’s son-in-law passed away a year ago June and his ashes have been spread at the beach down there. We are going to pay our respects. Mr. FixIt is really good about visiting with people who have died so he will introduce me to George today. Then we will come back and start packing so we can get an early start tomorrow. The week flies way too fast when you come to the beach. 

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Oh, and don’t forget to set your clocks back tonight! If not, you’re going to be sitting in the parking lot at the church for an hour in the morning. ❤️

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“And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.”  Hebrews 13:16 NIV

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\"Chicken\" “What honeymoon is complete without chickens?!”

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Ok, just when I think the days couldn’t be more perfect here on the OBX, along came an even MORE perfect one. Yesterday’s temperature climbed up into the 70’s! Oh, rest my heart. We had another lazy morning with bacon and eggs. I took my coffee out on the deck and lounged in the morning sunshine. Midday, Mr. FixIt suggested we go for a long walk on the beach. I’m ALWAYS game for more beach time!

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As we left the house, “Henrietta” here came to see if we had any chicken treats. She and her two companions live at the house next door and they roam around the neighborhood. They come running when they hear the rustling of a bag! Mr. FixIt just happened to have peanuts in his pocket and they were a huge hit with our little feathered friend. 

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\"Coffee “Coffee in the morning sun.”

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Mr. FixIt didn’t fish yesterday so there was no lugging of chairs and poles and tackle in a rolling cart to the beach. Instead, we took a blanket to sit on. We walked a long way. (Much longer than that health app said, I’m sure.) We talked to other fishers to see if they were having any luck. They were about like us. A few here and there. But there was general consensus that fishing on the OBX…even when the fish aren’t biting…beats the heck out of working. Amen!

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We went north on the beach yesterday so we could spread out our blanket and watch the surfers. There were four adolescent boys in wetsuits out trying to outdo each other. One was obviously more experienced than the others and he made it look so easy. There was one younger boy who really struggled and we were somewhat concerned for him Mr. FixIt said it looked like maybe he had succumbed to some peer pressure. We kept an eye on the young man and eventually he made it back to the beach.

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\"Autumn “Autumn sky over the OBX”

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It was siesta time when we got back. I made hot chicken sandwiches and potato salad for supper. A few hands of rummy and it was time to write while Mr. FixIt watched some television. When we went out on the deck at sundown, he wrapped his arms around me as the salty breeze whipped through our hair.

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“This is the best honeymoon. It was the best wedding. It is the best life!” 

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I sighed and leaned against him. 

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Amen, my love. Amen! ❤️

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“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”  1 Corinthians 13:13 NIV

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\"Kiteboarders “Got to the sound just in time to catch the kiteboarders framed by the sunset!”

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Yesterday was so wonderful! After a nice breakfast, we headed out to the beach. It was in the low 60’s but the wind didn’t pick up till around 3:30 or 4:00. Mr. FixIt fished all afternoon while I finished knitting a pair of socks. He only caught two little sheepshead…a perch-like fish. We didn’t learn until later that they have teeth that look human! Darn…maybe we’ll catch another one today!

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When we came in from the beach, I made a pot of spaghetti with sauce and garlic bread. There will be plenty of time to watch our diet when we get home. This is our honeymoon! After dinner, we chased the sunset and found a little cove on the sound where we could park and watch the kite boarders. There were four of them circling around and around as a photographer worked from the water. They were all wearing wetsuits because the water is getting pretty cool. The sunset was spectacular with the kites flying in the foreground. 

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Afterwards, we enjoyed an ice cream cone.

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Yes…the Outer Banks is great! I think we’ll just stay on a permanent honeymoon! ❤️

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“Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for each other, love one another deeply, from the heart.

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1 Peter 1:22 NIV

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\"OBX “Fishing on the OBX”

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Mr. Virgo was quite the photographer. He left me with so many beautiful photos that he took of wildlife. Not to mention so many of the beautiful places we visited together. I cherish those. I really have so few photos of him. It seems he was always the one behind the lens. 

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It reminds me of a morning shortly after we were married. I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day. My hair was a mess, I hadn’t brushed my teeth or washed my face. I was just standing there looking at my reflection in the mirror…white robe tucked around me, half-lidded eyes, in desperate need for coffee. The house was still. I wondered where he was, when…..click.

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He looked up from the viewfinder with such a sweet smile on his face when I whirled around…fire in my eyes. I gave him a short “OMGosh! What are you doing? I’m a mess!” I immediately regretted that when I saw the crestfallen look on his face…the hurt in his eyes.

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He rarely took photos of me after that. And certainly not impromptu, candid shots that I wasn’t prepared for. It wasn’t till he was gone that I realized it went so much deeper than just snapping a photo.

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He thought I was beautiful. 

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He saw my beauty when all I could see were flaws. I denied him the pleasure of capturing something he loved to see. Of doing something he loved to do.

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I learned from that. I’ve learned that if my sweet Mr. FixIt turns the camera in my direction I won’t care what I look like because he sees something I have learned to see for myself these last five or so years. He sees the lines on my face that mean I have had so many opportunities in my life to smile. He sees depth in my eyes that comes from love and loss. He sees silver in my hair that says I’m a wiser woman than I was with Mr. Virgo.

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Please don’t fuss when someone wants to take your picture. They want to capture what THEY see…what THEY want to remember about you. Let them. Give them that gift. Unless you’re doing a photo shoot for Vogue, which I very much doubt, what harm is there in messy hair or bleary eyes? They see you through the soft lens of love. What a beautiful thing is that? ❤️

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“You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.”  The Song of Solomon 4:7 ESV

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\"Man “Mr. FixIt fishing on the Outer Banks.”

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This man. This love. There was a tipping point in my grief. That point where you cross a raging river and the bridge collapses after you. You can’t go back. And, once you’ve lived in the new place a while, you know things have changed in your heart. That other place isn’t your home anymore. This is where you belong. Where you were meant to be. The whole exercise made possible because of the sum of your experiences. 

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Do I wish Mr. Virgo hadn’t died? Of course I do. But I live in this world now. This life. This is the phoenix rising. 

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This man. This love. ❤️

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“Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.”  1 John 4:7 ESV

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\"Shadows “Shadows on the seashore!”

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Yesterday was a MUCH better driving day. It was sunny and the temperature was in the low 60’s. There were big, puffy white clouds till we got near the coast. Then the sky was a wide open expanse of clear blue. There was a little breeze but it was truly lovely. The colors were nice on the way down. What traffic we encountered was quite manageable. 

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We stopped at the Walmart as soon as we got on the island then drove the hour south to Waves, NC. We checked in then found our rental house. It took many trips to get everything upstairs. Once we had everything unloaded and put away, I made a cold supper of sandwiches and potato salad. We went for a long walk on the beach and hoped for a pretty sunset. But, it isn’t dramatic when there are no clouds. 

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The rental house is huge! Far bigger than two people need. But Mr. FixIt is an excellent deal finder and the house is less per week than most hotels. You can see both the ocean and the sound from the deck. And there are no kids running up and down the halls, slamming doors, stomping feet upstairs, or toilets flushing all night. This time of year is very peaceful and quiet here on Hatteras Island. Being the brilliant man that he is, Mr. FixIt purchased the trip insurance offer at the time of reservation in case of a hurricane. I told him as long as we had it, we were sure to not need it…but, if we didn’t? Who knows?

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I am so blessed to have this week in such a beautiful place with such a wonderful person. My cup runneth over. ❤️

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“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”  Romans 8:28 NIV

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\"Jack-o-Lantern\" “Trick or Treat…I’m writing!”

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Ok, I’m writing on my honeymoon. There is a reason other than I am absolutely addicted to writing. I was worried that not producing an essay every day as I usually do would cause Facebook’s algorithms to kick in and negatively affect my circulation. And it did. I went from being sent to nearly 2,000 pages to less than 500 in only three days. I have worked so hard to keep my statistics up so that my social media platform is appealing to a publisher. I really can’t let those algorithms tank all the hard work I’ve put in over the last five years.

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That being said, we’re only three days into the honeymoon and SO much has happened I just HAD to write. It’s like calling your best friend and filling them in!

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The first day, we met up with our friends, Dianne and Bobby. They followed us to Morgantown and, even though it was 42 degrees, we had a blast watching the Mountaineers trounce Baylor, 58 to 14! There was a tragedy at the game, however. During the first quarter, a 49-year-old fan got into a verbal altercation with some people sitting near him. Then, for some unknown reason, he ran to the top of the stadium, climbed the wall, and purposefully jumped over the top falling 60-70 feet to the cement walkway below. At this time, I believe he is still in ICU. It is an absolute miracle that he survived the fall. 

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We rode to the game from the hotel in our friend’s car. Parking is hard to come by on game day and the people who live near the stadium turn their front yards into impromptu parking lots. At $20 a car, some of them are making $200-400 per home game…football AND basketball. Not a bad side job! We parked in this nice lady’s yard and STILL walked over half a mile to the stadium.

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On our way back to the hotel, traffic was terrible and it took well over an hour to get back to the highway. I-69 is crazy and people drive bumper to bumper, three lanes across, at 65-70mph. My heart was in my throat as I sat in the back seat with Dianne. All of a sudden, I heard Bobby yell, “Deer!” I looked over his shoulder in time to see a buck spinning in the roadway directly in front of us and he had no choice but to run right over it. They have a Dodge that sits low to the ground and the impact ripped both the front and back bumpers and a plastic splash guard from underneath that was dragging. We made it back to the hotel and the guys went out and ripped off the broken piece that was dragging. At this point, all the restaurants were closed so we went to a 24-hour WalMart and bought some food, came back the hotel, and ate. We didn’t get to sleep till 2:30 in the morning. Thank you, God…for seeing us safely through such challenges!

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Friday morning dawned with a chilly, gray sky and light rain. We headed out around 11:00. Our first destination was Colonial Williamsburg. We programmed in the address of the hotel we found…an old Howard Johnson that was clean, safe, quiet, and CHEAP! It was only $59.99 a night…unheard of in that area. Mr. FixIt had mapped out a route that would get us to Williamsburg in about five-and-a-half hours, avoiding DC like the plague. Now, here’s where we both made a tactical error. I programmed in the address of the hotel, and neither of us double-checked the route against an atlas…something we ALWAYS would have done. But, it was our honeymoon and we were busy laughing and talking and telling stories. Before we knew it, traffic was getting really heavy and we took a closer look at where we were. Yup. Washington, DC. Friday night. Rush hour. Only…NOW we were in the middle of a nor’easter and it was getting dark. A trip that should have taken just over five hours ended up taking nearly eleven. We were absolutely fried by the time we got to the hotel.

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Yesterday, we slept in then headed to the breakfast place we went to in the spring when we were on our way home from the beach…Capital Pancakes. It was still good. But not AS good as we remembered it. Then we headed to Colonial Williamsburg and walked a good four miles touring the historic buildings and gardens on the sprawling grounds. This weekend they expected five thousand kids last night and another five thousand tonight…along with their parents…for a big costume parade, Trick or Treating, and live music. The decorations were great fun and the kids were all SO cute dressed in their costumes. 

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We stopped at a deli on the way home to a so-so meal and vegged out all evening. Today we head to the BEACH!

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So, ok…you’re coming along. A little. I’ve got to keep up those numbers…and I can’t NOT WRITE! It’s part of who I am now. We are having fun, but we’ll be especially glad to get to the beach house and just chill out for a week. Hope you hare having a great weekend! ❤️

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“In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”  Psalm 4:8 NIV

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\"Speak “The tongue can wreak havoc in any relationship.”

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What do you get when you mix two tired people working hard to meet a deadline? Well, sometimes you get a snarky remark and an even snarkier comeback. Neither of which are constructive or useful. How many times have I written that the tongue can wreak havoc in a relationship? Yet, there I was…Queen of the Snarky Retort. 

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I knew right away I didn’t speak life into the situation. And I immediately went to Mr. FixIt and apologized. Sincerely. 

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While this has been a wonderful time with the wedding and all, it’s also been stressful trying to get everything done and we are both desperately looking forward to our time away. 

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It’s perfectly normal to have moments of frustration when you’re living in close proximity with another human. How you deal with differences says a lot in how successful your relationship will be. Admitting your weaknesses, asking forgiveness, and praying for guidance goes a long way toward maintaining harmony in the home. If you fight, you need to fight fair. 

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Mr. FixIt is an extremely easygoing man. He has been understanding when I write every night. He’s a TV watcher. I am a writer. We do our own thing after dinner and reconnect later. That being said, we are about to embark on our honeymoon. And as much as I love you all, and as much as writing is the same as breathing for me, I’ve decided y’all are just going to have to sit this one out. I’m going to schedule a scripture to post everyday while we are gone so you have something to ponder. Please feel free to talk amongst yourselves here on my blog. I love when you all interact and support one another. 

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I’ll be back on Election Day! ❤️

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“In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry,”  Ephesians 4:26 NIV

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\"Girlfriends “My West Virginia sisters.”

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I didn’t have a sister growing up. I had girl cousins that meant the world to me. I had sister friends in high school that were very important to me. Then life got in the way and I lived in England for two years, then Colorado for forty. Sometimes I would see high school friends when I came to WV for family visit. And we would touch base and reminisce at high school reunions. But it wasn’t until I moved back home that I developed a tight network of girlfriends who are as close as family.

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When I first returned to my hometown, I asked a friend how often the girls get together for coffee…assuming they, like me, gathered with other women at least monthly…if not weekly. I was dismayed when I found out this wasn’t a “thing” here. I was sad for all those potential relationships that had fallen by the wayside. I thought of all the events in a lifetime that hadn’t been shared…all the times when support was needed that only a really good girlfriend can provide. So, I set out to introduce my gal pals to the joys of coffee.

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Not coffee, literally…but “coffee” as in a gathering for talk therapy and laughter and sharing and support. I’m happy to say we get together monthly at a historic hotel and kibbutz. We have become so close and we all look forward to seeing each other at least once a month. Sometimes more.

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I was thrilled so many of our classmates could come to our wedding. And to have the ‘71 Divas join us was icing on the proverbial cake. Our photographer, Elizabeth Adams, had so much fun taking our pictures and she did an excellent job in capturing the joy and love and laughter of the day. Here’s my favorite picture of me and the Divas admiring my turquoise boots. What a hoot! I love these gals! ❤️

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“Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm.”  Proverbs 13:20 NIV

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\"Autumn “Live a Good Life”

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When we were decorating the tent for the wedding, I went around the house, the buildings, and the farm looking for decor I could use. There was so much more I could have put out there, but frankly, I realized we were just going to have to haul it all back into the house afterwards. I decided to just keep it simple. 

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I was standing in the kitchen giving some last minute directions to my wonderful friend, Charlotte, when I looked up above the kitchen sink and saw this sign. I took it down and handed it to Mr. FixIt and said, “This goes out by the front of the tent to greet our guests!” It’s our daily reminder to “Live a Good Life.”

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This has been the busiest, jam packed week we have had since we started dating. So much has happened, I’ve really just started processing it all. Aside from the changes that come with marriage, and the death of a dear family member, something else has been rattling around in my head wanting attention.

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It wasn’t so much what WAS there. It was more…what WASN’T there. Namely, that dogged undercurrent of grief that has simmered just beneath the surface of my life for the last 2,049 days. I know grief is not something you “get over”. I know it’s something you “get through”. It is something you learn to walk around without falling into that giant hole in your heart. It is something you learn to deal with in time. I honestly had no idea it would change with the commitment of another marriage. 

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It seems the act of marrying has caused a…shift in the force, so to speak. Maybe it’s the high of the wedding itself, but I don’t think so. Maybe it’s a gift from God for being obedient. Maybe it’s a natural progression of things when significant life changes occur. Maybe it’s just the Evolution of Grief. 

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When there are significant milestones in life, like your child’s wedding, or the birth of a grandchild, and your person isn’t there, it causes their death to come front and center. You think about how much he would have loved to see that. How much your son or daughter misses their dad. How your grandchild will never know that grandparent. It reminds you of an emptiness. 

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That was totally missing last weekend.

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Oh, I thought of Mr. Virgo that day. Of course I did. I even had a quiet moment before the wedding when I silently thanked him for having been in my life. However, I wouldn’t have been getting married that day if he were still alive. And, I love Mr. FixIt SO much. I can’t imagine my life without him. It wasn’t like I had to say to myself, “Don’t think of Mr. Virgo!” He just…wasn’t there.

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That kind of surprised me, actually. Because, like I said, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. It’s never occurred to me to ask other widows who have remarried how it affected their grief. So, like I’ve done from the beginning, I feel what I feel and I write about it. The feeling has persisted all week. Mr. Virgo is still here, but he’s standing much further away. Because…just as I stepped out the door to walk across the field and marry my sweet Mr. FixIt, I looked up and told Mr. Virgo…”Don’t worry about me now. I’ve got this!” ❤️

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“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”  Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV

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\"Wedding “Our photographer know how to capture love and joy!”

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I can’t believe it’s been a week since the wedding! So much has happened this week with the cleanup and the funeral and more cleanup! Our friends came by yesterday to get their quilts and extension cords we borrowed. I vacuumed the pool, cleaned house, covered the hay, emptied the truck, made a quiche for supper. And…I got more wedding pictures. I spent all evening playing with them so I didn’t get much else done. 

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\"Cross\" “Our cross.”

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I need to get both campers dumped and winterized this weekend. We need to winterize the pool and get the last of the burn pile finished so we can mulch the area with grass seed and hay. We have to mulch the new dogwood tree Mr. FixIt planted for me this summer. There are gutters to be cleaned and trees and brush to be cut and hauled. All before Thursday when we leave for our honeymoon! I’m tired just thinking of it. 

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\"Happy “Happiness is dancing with your new husband!”

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So, in the meantime, here are some more wedding photos to enjoy! ❤️

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\"Cross “The lucky penny for my shoe, and something old/something new…the blue topaz earrings Daughter #2 gave me years ago.”

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“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters,”

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Colossians 3:23 NIV

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\"Wind “On our way home yesterday, I caught a glimpse of the wind turbines atop a ridge near Elkins. It was an incredibly beautiful day.”

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The last two days were perfectly beautiful in the mountains of West Virginia. We left home around 11:00am Wednesday and got to our motel room an hour before the viewing. We hadn’t eaten since early so we went looking for something to eat after the viewing. You have three choices in the little, tiny town of Petersburg…Subway, Pizza Hut, and McDonald’s. We drove fifteen miles to Moorefield, hoping for a restaurant but found nothing we were willing to try. We we ended up buying some sandwich fixings at Food Lion and had a picnic back at the room. 

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There was no cell service and no WiFi at the motel which was fine by me. I wrote and scheduled Wednesday’s and Thursday’s posts Tuesday night in anticipation of being off the grid. It was really chilly when we got back to the room so I took a hot bath, bundled up, and got under the blankets and caught up with a week’s worth of devotionals. There were four channels on the TV so we turned it off and fell sound asleep by 9:30! Unheard of for us. 

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The funeral was yesterday at 11:00am. It was a very nice service. They played some songs…Elvis singing Amazing Grace…One Day at a Time. And one other I’ll share with you here. 

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Theirs was a love story, through and through. My uncle told me the first time he set eyes on my aunt, he was smitten. There was a lot going on in 1956. My Uncle Sonny was killed in a plane crash in 1955. Not long after, my Aunt Rosie got married. So, Uncle Dudley and Aunt Viv decided to elope to Oakland, Maryland and get married…in the same place my grandma and grandpa eloped to. Well, when they came home and told everyone…let’s just say, grandma wasn’t very happy about it. She loved Aunt Viv. She just wanted a wedding. 

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That was the start of 62 years of devotion. I remember their love as being full of fun and laughter and playfulness. I sat behind him at the funeral and when they played this song, he bowed his head. His shoulders shook slightly from his silent tears. The only other time I remember him crying was when I called to tell him Mr. Virgo died. It broke my heart. 

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As they played “Love, Me” by Colin Raye, I listened to the lyrics and realized the song was about their love. And I cried along with him. For broken hearts. For lost loves. 

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The funeral procession wound its way through the hills and countryside till the terrain opened into an expansive valley. We turned left and climbed the hill to the tent that was erected over her grave. My uncle had just purchased these plots last week. They had decided over the years they really didn’t like the cemetery where they had purchased plots years ago but they just hadn’t gotten around to getting the new ones. Oh, my! The view was absolutely stunning. My aunt rests high on a hillside overlooking magnificent farmland. Black angus cattle dot the landscape in the verdant green fields. The hardwoods of the forests surrounding the valley were just beginning to hint of the glorious burst of color coming in the next two weeks. 

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Afterwards, we gathered at the fellowship hall at the church and had one of those wonderful meals country church women fix after a funeral. Hearty, comfort food and lots of love flowed around those tables and we left reminded we are family. Our bonds run as deep as the cool springs in these Appalachian hills. The blood of our shared ancestors keep us connected far beyond the pages of Facebook. We promised to keep in touch with those we seldom see. We promised to bring something special to this year’s Thanksgiving dinner. 

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Mr. FixIt and I drove quietly through the hills, holding hands…our minds no doubt remembering we aren’t newlyweds at 25 and 26. We are newlyweds at 65 and 66. Our time together won’t be 62 years…but what time we DO have will be filled with fun and laughter and playfulness…just like my aunt and uncle’s marriage. I’m grateful for their example. I’m grateful for the opportunity to love like them. I’m just grateful for every day.

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youtu.be/arzlGTw8v…

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❤️

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“Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth.”

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2 Timothy 2:15 NIV

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\"Bride\" “One of my favorite moments…locking eyes with a fellow widow whom I mentored…knowing we BOTH have found our second-chance loves.”

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It all went so fast. Here we are, just a few days after the wedding and I don’t remember all the details. That happens to every bride, I think. You throw so much into the planning, and so many last minute details happen the day of the wedding. Friends and family came at 2:00 to help me get ready. The ceremony was at 4:00. The girls were still messing with my hair when I asked the time. 3:20! I still hadn’t put on make up or dressed!

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I don’t wear a lot of make up ordinarily…and when I do, it’s not much. Throwing that on was no big deal. I slipped on my boots and my new daughter and granddaughter helped me into my dress. In no time at all, I was ready. The music wasn’t. I told them I didn’t care…I’d walk out singing “Here Comes the Bride” if I had to…I was ready….REALLY ready!

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They helped me out to the tent…one carrying my train…the other hoping for the music to start. And, it did! Just as I got to the tent, I looked up and there was my sweet friend, Deneene. She was one of what looked like a whole sea of smiles and cell phones pointed at me. I looked at her with a knowing smile. You see, Deneene was referred to me when she was a relatively new widow herself. I was a couple of years ahead of her. I mentored her for the next couple of years. I was for her what I wished I’d had. Someone who had recently walked the path and could relate. Someone who could say this is perfectly normal. Someone to hold out a hand…not to pat it, but to offer a lift up. Then, Deneene met HER new love. And we walked this new territory together. She caught that knowing look in this picture. I think it is one of my favorites. Because I’m looking at another widow in love. I’m looking at my friend that helped me as much as I helped her. I’m looking at hope and joy and strength and perseverance and courage and reflecting it all back.

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We all are nothing more than the sum of our life experiences. I was ready to marry…every time I married. But I didn’t know then what I know now. Now I know what love is. I know how fragile life is. I know how to face the unimaginable and still live. I know how to live alone when it’s impossible to breathe. I know how rare it is to find someone so incredibly compatible. I know SO much more than I knew when I married Mr. Virgo. This man, this love, this marriage will reap the benefits of that knowledge and experience. I am so grateful to be where I am today. It is only through God’s grace and love that I found my way through the darkness. There may still be darkness ahead…but now there is hope. ❤️

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“And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen.”

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1 Peter 5:10-11 NIV

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\"Holding “This is what true love looks like.”

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“Love bears all things [regardless of what comes], believes all things [looking for the best in each one], hopes all things [remaining steadfast during difficult times], endures all things [without weakening].”  1 CORINTHIANS 13:7 AMP
\nI received a call Sunday that my sweet Aunt Viv crossed over to meet our Lord. Aunt Viv has always had a heart of gold. I remember her holding Daughter #2 on her lap and singing “Jesus Loves Me” to her when she was just a bitty thing.\n

Aunt Viv met my Uncle “Dudley” when they were in high school. She was a majorette. He was on the football team. They both had excellent role models growing up and their marriage was built to last. Like my grandparents, my aunt and uncle sit beside each other and hold hands. It’s precious to see. 

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As Aunt Viv slid further and further into dementia, I encouraged my uncle to at least consider respite care so he could get some sleep. The last two years have been terribly difficult and he often went for days on very little sleep. They did finally get some help in the form of home health care, but he pooh-poohed the idea of placing his sweetheart somewhere other than the home they built together. 

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The other night I was having my quiet meditation time. I read my devotionals and had a quiet conversation with God. 

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“Lord, I am about to be married again. There were times in my past marriages when I wasn’t very good to my husband. Can you help me be a better wife? Can you show me what that means?”

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Immediately this picture popped into my head and I went through my phone to find it. Suddenly, I had this brilliant insight. Here I was, encouraging my uncle to send his beloved wife away when God was using him to show us all what true, Godly love looks like. He was showing us what “in sickness and in health” really means. I was humbled and ashamed. I immediately wanted to hug my sweet uncle and thank him for being the excellent role model he was and to apologize for ever speaking to him in such a way. What an amazing, strong man. 

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This is not to say there is anything wrong with people who make the difficult choice to put their loved one in a nursing home. Everyone has their own beliefs and abilities and no one should ever be made to feel guilty for having made that decision. It takes a lot out of a person to do what my uncle has done. I hate that he is so worn down. But I love that he stuck by his bride and held her hand for sixty-two years…right to the end. I think there will be an extra star in his crown when he joins her one day. ❤️

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\"Cutting “My sweet love…my last love.”

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I was talking to Mr. FixIt sometime over the last few weeks as we were planning the wedding. I told him this was my last wedding and I wanted it to be very special while maintaining a reasonable budget. He looked at me and said, “Don’t say that. You don’t know that this is your last. Something could happen to me and I wouldn’t want you to be alone.” Of course, after losing Mr. Virgo, I’m fully aware I could lose this wonderful man. It’s part of the hesitancy I felt in the beginning about getting married. I was afraid I’d jinx it. 

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I can tell you honestly, though…I have no intention of ever marrying again. This is my darling. My “silver love”. My last love. My forever love. This one. It’s not that I didn’t feel that with my other spouses. You never enter a marriage with the thought it won’t last. It never really came to the forefront of my mind that Mr. Virgo would actually up and die on me. Certainly I never had a clear picture of what that would look like. 

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I may not have been Mr. Virgo’s first love…but I was his last. 

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And, for me…Mr. FixIt is my last love. No matter what. How could I possibly top this? ❤️

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“Where God’s love is, there is no fear, because God’s perfect love drives out fear. It is punishment that makes a person fear, so love is not made perfect in the person who fears.”  1 John 4:18 NCV

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\"Wedding “Introducing Mr. and Mrs. FixIt!”

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Oh my, what a perfect day!!! I prayed it wouldn’t be too hot. It didn’t break 50 degrees even though the last two weeks have been in the high eighties. I prayed there wouldn’t be bugs. It was cool to the point of being downright brisk so…no bugs!!! I prayed the pulled pork would be moist. It was succulent and juicy. There was a small hiccup with the music but just when I decided to walk in unaccompanied, it kicked in. It didn’t rain…or snow. My hair cooperated. It truly was a perfect day!

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When I asked Mr. FixIt what his favorite part of the wedding was, he said “When I saw you walking toward me.” I know this is true because when I got up to him he just looked and me and said, “Whoa!” Everyone laughed and I knew…this was as close to the perfect moment we may ever get when we are on this earth. And now, as I’m writing this, I realize how exhausted I am. I have a kitchen full of things needing cleaned. But, I have really great cake and pulled pork leftovers. 

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Really. Perfect. Day. ❤️

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“Even more than all this, clothe yourself in love. Love is what holds you all together in perfect unity.”

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Colossians 3:14 NCV

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\"Sparkly “My fancy earrings from Daughter #2…perfect for the wedding!”

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“Always be humble, gentle, and patient, accepting each other in love. You are joined together with peace through the Spirit, so make every effort to continue together in this way.”  Ephesians 4:2-3 NCV
\nOur good friends, Dianne and Bobby came over to the Ponderosa yesterday and helped us decorate the tent for the wedding. We moved the forty bails of hay and made rows of seating. We strung five hundred white twinkle lights above. We set up the serving tables and hung the cross at the front. We have the extra bales out front and I finally found a use for these two pieces of rustic decorative fencing I’ve had for years. The quilts are all in plastic tubs to keep from gathering moisture. The pulled pork goes in a slow oven in the morning and the fried chicken goes in the smoker to heat up.\n

The soft drinks and water are already in the big galvanized washtubs chilling outdoors overnight and ice will be added in the afternoon. My sweet friend Deneene came from South Carolina and arrived at 4:30. We went to town to fill up two big propane tanks for TOW-Wanda because I ran out of propane in the middle of the night. It was REALLY cold by morning! We dropped the tanks back off at the Ponderosa then we went to the farm to get Mr. FixIt’s white dinner jacket. As I was leaving I saw my mom’s quilt peeking out from under a stack of linens and grabbed it. I also brought the big box of fireworks we bought for the wedding. 

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And now, the day is here. I found a bag with a bunch of jewelry in it when I was at the farm yesterday. Last night I was showing my friend Deneene something in the bag and ran across these earrings. Daughter #2 bought me these for Christmas many years ago. I never had an occasion to wear time so they have been tucked away in a safe place…just waiting for the most special occasion. I sent my daughter this picture and asked if she remembered these. I told her I finally have a special occasion to wear them. You’re supposed to have something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. I haven’t borrowed anything yet, but the center stone in these earrings is the palest ice blue topaz, they’re old in that I’ve had them for years and they’re new in that I have never worn them. My daughter said that made her all fuzzy inside. I wish my girls could be here. But we will celebrate when we get to Colorado next. 

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Today! TODAY!!! I’m marrying my best friend today. The sweetest man on the planet. I’ve never been more ready, more prepared. 

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“Thank you, Jesus…for every gift, every blessing, every friend and family member. Bless those who cannot join us today. Bless my cousin Tom and his wife Suzy as he fights the ravages of mesothelioma. Bless my Uncle Bud and cousins as they sit with their wife and mother as she inches toward her final journey home. And Bless all these wonderful people who come here to read about how You impact my life. Lord, thank you for the gift of love from Mr. Virgo. Thank you for letting lightning strike twice and bringing me Mr FixIt. This is a love affair for the ages!

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And, as always…To God be the Glory.

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Amen”

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❤️

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\"Sunset\" “Sunset over the Ponderosa.”

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“And love means living the way God commanded us to live. As you have heard from the beginning, his command is this: Live a life of love.”  2 John 1:6 NCV
\nI went to small group from church last night. We have a fall series and a spring series of meetings. There are different groups to fill different needs and we are all encouraged to join a small group. In a huge church, it’s difficult to feel a bond with individual members of the church family. Small group gives us the chance to make friends, learn from God’s Word, and experience fellowship. I love the gals in my small group. We always have great discussions and we always share praises and prayers at the end.\n

It’s been four weeks since Mr. FixIt and I decided to get married and set the date. Four weeks since I made the decision to live separately from him till the wedding. Even though I came back to the Ponderosa last week, I’ve been staying in TOW-Wanda. I was chatting with the gals at small group about it and got to thinking on the drive home about how this exercise has changed me.

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First…I just FEEL different. It’s hard to describe. I feel honorable. Obedient. Peaceful. Good…in that good way you feel when you have done the right thing. It wasn’t easy. And it wasn’t necessarily comfortable. Some didn’t understand why I was doing this. That offered me the opportunity to share. I’ve had the opportunity to pray with others over this. I have even been an example to one woman who had a thought then heard my testimony and realized God was answering her question.

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Sometimes the decision to be obedient to God has as much to do with the people in your path as it does to you yourself. God orchestrates our lives and places us where He needs us. We miss the opportunity to experience the blessings from that if we choose to ignore the prodding, the poking, the whispering of the Holy Spirit. I’m really glad I’ve done this. It has given our wedding a new depth and meaning. 

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The whole time I lived here before this, Mr. FixIt always talked about this being “our house”. And, while we did make some changes and redecorated, try as I might…I couldn’t get past considering it HIS house. Now, one of the side effects of my obedience is seeing this place as our home. Not HIS house…our HOME. Big difference. 

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Yesterday was rainy and we just did some things around the house. I picked up my wedding band from the jeweler. It is purposefully different. When I tried it on, my mind flashed back to my last wedding band. I smiled. 

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Mr. FixIt shampooed carpets. I took the pulled pork out of the freezer and put it into the fridge in the garage to thaw. We sat down and made some lists. We have friends coming today to help decorate the tent and whatever else we need to do. Mr. FixIt will go to town and pick up some food items we need for the reception. I have to run to the farm because we left his white dinner jacket out there. 

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We are organized. We are (fairly) rested and relaxed. And, we are SO excited!

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OMGosh! You guys….TOMORROW!!!!! ❤️

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\"Wedding “The wedding tent!”

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“Everything God made is waiting with excitement for God to show his children’s glory completely.”  Romans 8:19 NCV
\nI hadn’t even had my coffee yesterday morning when I heard the diesel dually pull into the driveway just beyond TOW-Wanda’s door. I felt a thrill in my veins. \n

“They’re here!” I thought. “The tent men are here.”

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Sure enough, two guys in a pickup with a great big tent rolled up in the back were waiting for directions as to where to erect said structure. I walked out in the field and showed him the site Mr. FixIt and I had chosen the night before. I want the tent positioned so people turning in from the main road will have a straight on view. 

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It wasn’t 30 minutes and they had the tent up. They forgot to bring the sides to protect from the rain, so the owner of the tent company brought them later. I was thrilled to see him. You see, Andy grew up two houses from me. I am ten years older than him but I remember him as a little boy. His dad used to have a little carnival and concession business that turned into a tent rental enterprise. When I was a little girl, Andy’s dad used to store his carnival rides in the yard behind their house. He had a cotton candy machine on the back porch. Sometimes he would start it up and give all the neighborhood kids free cotton candy. It was a pleasure to visit with Andy and talk about the old days in the neighborhood. 

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The tent hadn’t been up two hours when it started raining. We were going to decorate the tent but it was too wet. I went to town for my final fitting and brought the dress home with me! It’s hanging here in TOW-Wanda. It’s supposed to rain all day today. I’m looking forward to a lay low day of doing nothing. Mr. FixIt and I are exhausted. We need to rest up for the two days ahead!

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Thursday…Friday….SATURDAY!!! ❤️

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“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.”  Colossians 3:23-24 NIV
\nThe first rustic wedding I ever attended was my cousin’s oldest daughter’s. It was lovely. I stole the idea of using hay bales for seating from her, with her blessing. I’ve been on the hunt for quilts the last couple of weeks to lay over the hay bales and I’ve found enough, I think. I was rummaging around in some tubs and found some quilts I’d forgotten I even had. This one has a story. \n

There was once a time in my life when I was downright agoraphobic. I could go to work and I could go shopping, with some discomfort. But to go “out”…to stretch my boundaries and go someplace alone was way too much for me. I would be sick for three days before I traveled anywhere just fretting about it. I’m not sure why or how I got that way but it took quite a while to get over it. 

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I started by taking off by myself in WV when I went home in the summers for a visit. I knew WV. I was comfortable there. One summer, my older daughter was visiting her father in Kentucky and Hubby #2 was in medical school. I had saved up all year to go see my family and while I was there, I went on a little three day road trip. I was driving in the southern part of the state when I saw a sign for Hinton, WV. There was a railroad museum and a few antique stores so I took the exit and meandered on the backroads of WV till I found myself in a dusty little town on the banks of the New River. Most of downtown Hinton was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1984. It reached its peak population in 1930 with 6,654, according to the census. The population has steadily dwindled over the years till the year 2016 recorded 2,469 living souls inhabiting this bucolic little burg. 

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I stopped at the only shop open that rainy summer afternoon. The old railroad station was a thrift and antique store. My collecting passion at that time was quilts and there was a lovely wedding ring baby quilt hanging on the wall. It was done in soft pastels and the stitching was really rough. But something about it spoke to me. It had a little hand-printed tag with a woman’s name and the price. I can’t remember now how much I paid for it but I’d be surprised if it was over fifty dollars, given that Hubby #2 was in medical school and money was scarce. 

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I asked the sales clerk if she could take down the quilt so I could get a closer look. What I thought was just “rough” quilting looked more like a young child had done it. I nearly told the clerk to put it back but that quilt kept speaking to me. I asked her if she knew the woman whose name was on the tag. Was she the quilter?

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“Oh, that would be Miss Nellie,” she said. “She’s an old, black woman that lives in a cabin back up the holler yonder.” She pointed in a general direction off somewhere to the south. “She’s blind, don’t you know!”

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“Really? And she made this quilt?” I asked. I ran my fingers over the rough stitches, the pieces all puckered. “How does she do that?”

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“Well, her granddaughter cuts the pattern and sets the pieces out on the dining room table. Then Miss Nellie sews them by hand, one by one, feeling for the next shape to fit in. She’s been quilting all her life so it’s her fingers that ‘see’ the work,” the clerk explained. 

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It was such a piece of American Folk Art, I had to have it. That quilt hung over our bed for a very long time. Over the years, it’s been toted and packed and moved and somehow it got wet. There are stains I can’t remove, but that just seems to add to its charm. This will be one of the quilts that graces a seat at our wedding on Saturday. I’ll picture Miss Nellie in her best Sunday-go-Meetin’ dress, her cracked patent leather handbag resting on her lap…a hanky clasped in one hand. I’m sure weddings made her cry. She is surely long gone now. She was ninety one when she made this quilt. 

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They are delivering the tent today. Our longtime friends, Dianne and Bobby are coming over to help us decorate. The hay will be under cover for the hard rain we are expecting tomorrow. My final fitting for my dress is this afternoon. I am meeting a friend for coffee and a little visit first. She has some quilts for me to use. 

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The grandkids were over yesterday and while I worked inside and visited with our granddaughter and great granddaughter, her husband was out with Mr. FixIt moving the woodpile that refused to burn. They hauled it down to the end of the field along the fence line in the woods near the old apple tree. They loaded the trailer up with more junk to take to the scrap yard today. They cut down trees around the building and piled the second brush pile a little more compactly and set it ablaze. It’s almost gone now. We had burgers and sat out by the pool as the sunset cast shades from hot pink to salmon to yellow-gold in the sky above us. A day well-worked is a day well-lived. 

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The place looks SO much better. I told Mr. FixIt there comes a point when he has to say enough is enough. And you know what? It’s going to rain tomorrow so God is going to force him inside to take a day of rest before things get exciting Friday! Wednesday-Thursday-Friday….

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SATURDAY!!! 

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It’s almost here!!! ❤️

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\"Dream\" “I have a God dream!”

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“But Joseph said to them, “Don’t be afraid. Am I in the place of God? You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives. So then, don’t be afraid. I will provide for you and your children.” And he reassured them and spoke kindly to them.”  Genesis 50:19-21 NIV
\nA big dream. I’m not talking about an in-my-sleep dream. I’m talking about a GOD dream. I was thrilled this morning when my church shared the video of Pastor Jabin Chavez when he spoke at the Warehouse Church a couple of weeks ago. This is the video we saw in church Sunday. I told you yesterday I wanted to process it some more before I discuss it further. It touched me deeply and I really want to share it with you to see if you have the time. This is one of those messages that touches your soul. \n

youtu.be/XyjzqjJPy…

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We are inching ever closer to the end of a very long list of things we want to get done before the wedding. We went to the farm yesterday and mowed. I moved boxes and filled the bird feeders. We emptied the truck and trailer of hay and covered it with a tarp. Mowed, cleaned, picked up junk. I’m still working on cleaning all the parts of the smoker. (I love the product but the clean up is a bear.) I’ve come up with more quilts! 

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FIVE DAYS!!!!!

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\"Old “Old tractor on a perfect autumn day in WV.”

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“O clap your hands, all you people; Shout to God with the voice of triumph and songs of joy.”  PSALM 47:1 AMP
\nWhat an amazing day. First was the message at church. We had a guest pastor preach a few weeks ago and I didn’t get to go. They replayed his sermon yesterday and I am telling you...I was dumbfounded. I sat with my hand clasped over my mouth through most of it because he was speaking directly to me. Have you ever had that happen? You have a set of things bothering you and you go to church and God speaks to your heart...directly addressing that thing, that ONE thing that has troubled you or you’ve been dragging around. That was yesterday. It hit SO many points, I’m still processing it. I’ll talk more about that when I get it figured out. \n

After church, we went to a produce market and bought some pumpkins and gourds for decorating then we came home and picked up the utility trailer and headed way out in the hills to pick up two pickup loads and a trailer full of hay bales. Forty in all. I think that should be enough for seating in the tent. I took some really cool photos at the hay dudes farm. Such a nice young man. His dad had bought the farm from his grandma when she became sick. Then, just a few months after his grandma died, his dad died in an accident and he inherited the farm at the age of twenty-eight. He’s a clean-cut, hardworking young man and I really liked him. 

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I’ve come up with six more quilts. The hunt is still on!

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SIX DAYS!!!!! ❤️

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\"Sunset\" “Sunset over the Ponderosa.”

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“Therefore, since we have these [great and wonderful] promises, beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from everything that contaminates body and spirit, completing holiness [living a consecrated life--a life set apart for God’s purpose] in the fear of God.”  2 CORINTHIANS 7:1 AMP
\nWhat beautiful sunsets we get to see here on the Ponderosa! I was just heading back in the house after dining al fresco with Mr. FixIt when I notice the light changing. I turned around and caught this. With the hill behind the house, we don’t catch the setting sun itself. However, if there are clouds, you can catch the reflection and oftentimes it is so stunning it takes you breath away.\n

I got a bit of a late start this morning and by the time I got out to clean the smoker, it was already 88 degrees. Sitting in the sun scrubbing furiously is all it took to knock me down. I had to go lay down in the air conditioning in TOW-Wanda till it cooled off outside and I cooled off inside. We drove to town for a couple of things and picked up hamburger for supper. Mr. FixIt tried to burn the brush pile again and it just will not burn. Too green, too wet…who knows? Not sure what we’re going to do now with two charred piles of blackened brush. Some will burn…just not much. I finished the inside of the smoker at dark and will clean the racks tomorrow while Mr. FixIt bowls.

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My good friend Diane hunted down some hay for me so we’re picking that up this afternoon after church. Now I’m on the hunt for some cutter quilts. A friend of mine told me where I might find some. Now it’s just a matter of having the time to go look. sigh

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As you can see in the picture, TOW-Wanda is tucked in there under the maple tree by the building. I’m staying out there till the wedding. I am determined to see this through. A commitment is a commitment. 

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I’m looking forward to church today. I need the break…and the soothing calm I get from worshiping with our church family. I am not at all nervous about the wedding or marrying Mr. FixIt. There is just so much we would like to get done beforehand. We were talking as we drove to town last night. I suggested we go get massages before the wedding. Don’t you think that would be a lovely idea? 

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Six days!!!!! ❤️

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\"Bonfire\" “Mr. FixIt stirring the fire.”

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“In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety.”  Psalm 4:8 NIV
\nYesterday was a long, l-o-n-g day. I put 44 pounds of pork butt in the smoker at noon and finally sat down at 9:00 with the pork off the bone and in the freezer and the dishes only half washed.\n

Mr. FixIt tried starting the brushfire at 5:00 and it didn’t start burning till 7:00. When I came out at 9:00, he had quite the blaze going so we pulled up a couple of chairs and relaxed. We haven’t had a fire all summer so this was really nice. 

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I’m telling you, there’s nothing like planning a wedding to get long-neglected chores finished on the ol’ homestead. I told him last night we should get married more often! He took a load of junk to the scrap yard and has the trailer ready to load up more today. The fellow who was supposed to get our hay bales for seating called last night to say he couldn’t find any. So…now to Plan B. 

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The one thing I used to tell the brides when I was helping them plan their weddings…go into the day knowing that it will not look exactly like you have pictured it every day since you were ten. You have to go with the flow. In that vein…I’ll just take a deep breath and remember it’s going to be beautiful. I’ll find hay somewhere! Or not. ❤️

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\"Pulled “We’re keepin’ it country and serving smoked pulled pork sandwiches at our wedding reception.”

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“It was Preparation Day, and the Sabbath was about to begin.”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭23:54‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nI went yesterday to get my hair trimmed for the wedding. There is nothing worse than getting your bangs trimmed and finding they’re just that little bit too short for your liking, especially if there is something huge like a wedding soon. If you get them done the week before, at least you’ve become accustomed before the event. I’m happy to say, Michelle has only let me down once and that’s because I wasn’t paying attention. Now she makes sure we make eye contact when she asks if I want layers in my hair. \n

I picked up my boots from the shoe shop then went to Big Lots and bought a couple turquoise table clothes and a set of sheer curtains for decorating the tent. And I got some ribbons and things for a little garland idea I have. Then I met up with my small group for dinner instead of the usual bible study because the leader is out of town. 

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I’ve been very carefully watching the budget for the wedding. I want nice but reasonable. In keeping with that, I stopped at the store to buy forty pounds of pork butt. Pork butt and shoulder roasts are not expensive cuts of meat but with the proper preparation, they can knock your socks of while feeding a large crowd affordably. We decided to have smoked pulled pork sandwiches with coleslaw and potato chips. We’ll purchase some fried chicken for those who don’t like pork. 

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There are as many pulled pork recipes as there are pigs, I think. I’ve read several and, as usually, I will draw a little from this recipe and a little from that recipe till I get what I want. I read only how many pounds of pork to buy in order to feed the number in your crowd…in my case, 44 pounds for around eighty people. I priced the difference between buying individual ingredients and making my own rub or buying ready made and ready made won. I bought several jars of different varieties and will combine them to make my own. The same with barbecue sauce. I have no idea how much barbecue sauce we’ll use so I bout twelve bottles. I may not need to ever buy it again! All told, I was pleasantly surprised when the total at the grocery story was $136! I expected to pay twice that!

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Today, I’ll heat up the smoker as I prepare the meat. We’ll go over the details of that tomorrow. 

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This is getting exciting, my friends!!! ❤️

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\"Monarch “The only monarch butterfly I have seen in WV in the four years I’ve been back, and it was lying dead in the field. I was to harvest milkweed pods this year and try to bring some monarchs back.”

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“I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.”\n

Ephesians 4:1-3 ESV

\nSo, yesterday I told you I’m a “risk-taking storyteller”. I’m sure it’s no surprise to any of you who have been following me for some time if I tell you…I am also “Instant Gratification Girl”! If I can’t get it done yesterday, I’ve been known to pitch a hissy fit. Patience has never been my forte. 

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I stopped praying for patience a long time ago when I figured out God was sending me MANY situations in which to practice. I know I’m not fooling Him one bit, but I do thank Him for what little patience I DO have. 

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I may have told you this story before. I’ve told so many, it’s hard to remember. When I was a little girl, I desperately wanted a pair of black, patent leather Mary Janes. Mom took me to the shoe store and the only pair they had left was a half size too small. When my mom told the man we’d keep looking. I had a major meltdown. To my little overdramatic self, that meant I would NEVER, EVER get them! Mom caved and bought them for me and forced me to wear them for a month till I was broken of that behavior. 

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Well, maybe. 

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Monday evening, I went over to Mr. FixIt’s and mowed till it got too dark to do it safely. I went in to get a cold drink and was sitting on the sofa when I saw them. An army of stink bugs! Do you think either of us could have possibly remembered what arrives in WV on the 1st of October? Nooooooo. Hot on their stinky little heels will be the Asian Lady Bugs. Oy! Both of these little boogers swarm en masse and I can just imagine myself walking down the aisle looking like a Ninja as they swarm and land in my hair! 

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Breathe. 

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OmmmmmmmMyGosh!!!!

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I put an urgent message out on FB. “Is there anything to keep these things at bay for a few hours?” I got lots of suggestions, including changing the wedding date. No! Absolutely not! I want my “patent leather shoes”, darn it!

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Here’s how I’m going to deal with this. We’ve managed to pull together a beautiful wedding in less than a month. The average cost of a wedding in the US today is $27,000. Ours is going to be gorgeous for far less than 10% of that. (Did I tell you I used to do this for a living? Mr. Virgo taught me well!) Everything is ordered. The tent comes the 10th giving us plenty of time to decorate it. I’m going to smoke the pork butts this weekend for the pulled pork, bag it and pop it in the freezer till Wednesday. Then late Saturday morning it goes in a slow oven to finish off. I have plenty of helpers coming that Friday and Saturday. I have a final fitting on the dress next Wednesday and it will be ready to pick up Friday. We can get the coleslaw and buns that afternoon. The sodas go in the fridge Friday and on ice in the galvanized tubs Saturday. The photographer arrives at 2:00. The cake gets delivered at 3:00. 

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See? Everything that I CAN control is under control. The rest of it I can do nothing about. Weather OR bugs. And…it will be perfect. I was thinking about this “instant gratification” thing and my word for the year….presence…popped into my head. This is my last wedding. Seriously. I’m never doing this again. I want to stay in the moment and memorize it all. We want to enjoy this, not stress out about it.  So, that’s just what I’m going to do. 

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I really didn’t like those patent leather Mary Janes anyway. ❤️

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\"Inspired “I am willing to risk being wrong.”

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“He who observes the wind will not sow, and he who regards the clouds will not reap. As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything. In the morning sow your seed, and at evening withhold not your hand, for you do not know which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good. Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for the eyes to see the sun. So if a person lives many years, let him rejoice in them all; but let him remember that the days of darkness will be many. All that comes is vanity.”  \n

Ecclesiastes 11:4-8 ESV

\nLet’s face it…I’m a risk-taker. I wasn’t always. I stood at the edge of many a precipice, leaning forward just enough to deem the venture far too scary to attempt. And, being a perfectionist compounded the issue with my “If I can’t overachieve, I will not try” personality. This has kept me from experiencing many incredible  moments that, at the very least would have been entertaining, and more than likely would have changed my life. But, change wasn’t something I was interested in. 

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I remember when my 20-year marriage was falling apart. I had been in therapy for depression stemming from a past filled with abuse, both to me and by me. Sexual abuse. Emotional abuse. Alcohol abuse. Prescription abuse. When my ex-husband was at the end of his rope, he had some therapy of his own to gain the tools he needed to take care of himself. He was changing right in front of me and it scared me more than anything else had. Because I knew where this was headed. My long-standing abandonment issues assured me I would be alone and destitute and living on the streets. Of course, that never happened, but I distinctly remember him saying something to me and asking him just how much he was going to change because I didn’t like it. I can look back on that moment now and realize he was actually saving my life, but at the time, I was horrified. 

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When I found myself dangling by the end of my own rope, I was forced to change or die. I’d love to say it was an easy choice and I moved right on by the huge crevasse that had opened in my life, but that was not the case. I overdosed and came as close to death as I care to go at this point in my life. And that was, as they say, the bottom of the barrel. 

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I wasn’t a Christian yet, but I saw a tunnel before me of the most beautiful shade of cobalt blue surrounded with rays of gold…like a giant eclipse of the sun. While I was in this tunnel, my dead grandma came to me and stood by my side. She sternly told me, “Get back down there, young lady! You have work to do!” It took me five years and the death of my mother and the prayers of some really great people to find Jesus and my life changed in an instant. Not that my circumstances were ideal and I didn’t still struggle. I did. But I felt every cell in my body come alive and become new. It was…THE change. The really BIG change. 

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My fear level plummeted. I became a risk taker. After two failed marriages, Mr. Virgo came into my life and I plunged off the cliff of a third marriage holding hands with a wonderful man. We enjoyed seven years of this bliss before he died suddenly as we were planning our golden years. Grief chiseled me into who I am today. Stronger, to be sure. Softer, more empathetic. Grief became my story…and I’m an avid storyteller. 

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Now, here I am…about to jump off the cliff again. My fourth marriage. I swear, it’s my LAST marriage. Daughter #1 has taken to calling me “Liz”. Someone asked me the other day if I was scared. My answer was, “Heck no! I’m marrying my very best friend whom I’ve known for fifty years. Bring it on!” I realized a couple of days later what she meant….

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Was I scared of losing Mr. FixIt like I lost Mr. Virgo?

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I pondered. This is why no one likes to talk about death and grief. It hits too darned close to home. Am I worried that Mr. FixIt will drop dead in front of me? I’d be lying if I said no. Am I willing to risk going through loss and grief again so that I can experience the love of another wonderful man? Absolutely! And you know why I say that? Because, I’m a risk-taker now. Ever since I laid everything on the line for Jesus, I’ve been firmly in the camp of “I’m willing to risk being wrong.”  It took me 14 months of being engaged to Mr. FixIt to prepare for this marriage. It took standing up and adding the caveat of living separately for the month before the wedding as a sacrifice and atonement for living together before we were married. And it took the assurance of a loving God that He will always and forever have my back in all things I do. I will not be afraid. 

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They say God will catch you and teach to you fly. I am sure there will be many flying lessons ahead, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take and a story I’m willing to tell. ❤️

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\"Ivory “My Plan A. On to Plan B.”

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“If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him.”  James 1:5 ESV
\nIt was so pretty on the hanger, but...true confession...I didn’t try the dress on at the Country Living Fair. For one this, there was one dressing room consisting of four curtains and a mirror and a long line. It was ninety-one degrees. And I was working the booth. I thought for sure it would fit. It was way too big, but beyond that, the style just was not flattering on me. I was SO disappointed. Then I kinda freaked a little. We live in a small town and there aren’t a whole lot of options here for purchasing formal attire. \n

I jumped on Pinterest and searched for “wedding dresses for the mature bride”. Apparently, a “mature” bride is 35 because that’s how old the women were modeling the dresses. And a lot of the dresses looked matronly. I really don’t want to look like the grandmother of the bride. I AM the bride, and by golly, I’m going to look like one!

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I drove to town and prayed on the way. 

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“Lord, thank you for all of your provision. I want to thank you for having the perfect dress waiting for me at the first shop I stop at today. It needs to be on sale, Lord. And I don’t want to pay over $____ for it. Oh, and if possible, I want to look like a queen. Amen”

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I pulled into the first shop on my route. We tried a couple dresses off the rack but they neither one suited me. Then Julie, the attendant, directed me to the sale rack. She said, “I think this just might work. Try this.” It was a size 12. My heart sank. I’ve put on 15 pounds from the steroids I was on for two weeks. But I was game to try. 

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She helped me into the dress and when I came out and looked at myself in the mirror, I cried. Ok, I made a little 14 year old girl who was in the shop cry, ok? This dress is stunning. Nothing like I imagined I would have…or want. But, when I asked the attendant how much it was, it was $1.00 below the price I told God I could pay! We’re going to do a little fitting and then it will be perfect. I’m  inot sharing any other details because that man of mine reads my blog and he won’t see the dress until I walk out to the tent. So you’ll just have to wait, too! 

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You always need a Plan B and sometimes, YOUR Plan B was God’s plan all along! ❤️

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\"Rustic “A rustic cross is just what we need to turn our tent into a House of God.”

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“Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for he who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.”  1 John 4:4 ESV
\nI ran a million errands yesterday. Ok...it just FELT like a million. I needed thread and some sewing scissors to sew the lace extension on my wedding dress. (It’s not quite as long as I want.) I had to take all the stuff I bought yesterday over to Mr. FixIt’s and pick up the sewing machine and my wedding dress. Then I noticed a package I was expecting wasn’t delivered because I wasn’t there. I picked up the pink slip out of the mailbox and headed to the post office. On and on and on.\n

My last stop was at Pat Catan’s…the craft store in town. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. I have an idea for a banner or something but I just can’t quite make up my mind. Then I saw this rustic cross. I thought it would be perfect to hang over the spot we stand with the pastor. (We have a pastor!) We aren’t getting married in a church, but we can sure bring God into the tent! As I was checking out, the clerk said, “Wow. You just bought this cross and, I don’t quite know how to tell you…you saved $6.66!” Without missing a beat, I smiled and said…”He who lives in me is greater than he who lives in the world. He doesn’t scare me!” 

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I didn’t take the receipt, though.

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What I did do this week was disconnect from the media for awhile. As a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, I found way too many triggers everywhere I turned. Instead…I threw all my focus on this gentle man I am about to marry. Avoidance oF the media surrounding the event does not mean I am uninformed or uncaring. It just means I know my limits and I had reached mine by the end of the Cosby sentencing. This world breaks my heart sometimes. Will there ever be a time when we are less…divided, angry, hateful?

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I may be weary of all this, but I am not fearful. Fear is from the enemy. He will whisper and tell you all is lost. Don’t believe him! WALK STRONG! ❤️

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“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” Psalms‬ ‭23:4‬ ‭ESV‬‬
\n", "date_published": "2018-09-29T01:30:28-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2018/09/29/he-who-lives-in-me.html", "tags": ["Faith","Uplifting Stories","West Virginia","Gratitude","Grace","God","Wisdom","Humbled","Wedding"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2018/09/28/praise-and-pumpkins.html", "title": "Praise and Pumpkins", "content_html": "

\"Pumpkin\" “Pumpkins seem pretty pricey this year!”

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“And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. To our God and Father be glory forever and ever. Amen.”  Philippians 4:19-20 ESV
\nI went to my small group from church last night. I shared with them my decision to go back to the farm until Mr. FixIt and I get married. I also shared what happened with the trucks. When I wrote yesterday’s post, I was concerned with the possible cost of repairs or, heaven forbid, replacement of two vehicles. So, I prayed. Fervently.\n

Our pastor has been stressing the importance of praying as if your prayer has already been answered. So I thanked God for fixing it so that we didn’t have to replace our vehicles. I thanked him for making the repairs simple and affordable. I also thanked him for being a loving Father and for taking such good care of us.

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Yesterday morning, I called the Ford dealer and told him about my wheel screaming and that I really needed it looked at quickly because I can’t be without my truck. He said to bring it right in. Blessing #1. I backed down the driveway onto the road, put it in drive, and the scream totally disappeared. Blessing #2. I drove the hour to the Ford dealer, explained what was going on, and they took the truck right back. I waited in the lounge for an hour then the mechanic came out to get me. He told me there was a plate that had moved a little and that’s what was making my back brakes squeak when I back up. He fixed that. He said he went over the entire brake system and it was fine. When I asked him how much I owed him, he said “Not a thing.” Blessing #3. Then Mr. FixIt called. He met with the Toyota garage and determined most of what they wanted to fix was either something he could fix himself, or something that wasn’t at all urgent. They agreed to a couple of small things that needed fixing more urgently, and the total was under $400. Blessing #4!

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These blessings…are they coincidence? I don’t think so. I don’t believe in coincidences or accidents. Are they because I made a commitment to do the right thing in honoring God before we get married? I do not know the mind of God, but if I were a betting person, I’d say there’s a pretty good chance that’s exactly what happened. 

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The rest of the day was spent running errands before I headed to small group from church. I bought two big galvanized tubs to put ice and drinks in for the wedding. I picked up a few more invitations and got them sent out. I bought some burlap ribbon for the bridal bouquet. And I went on the search for pumpkins for decorating the tent. However, I am NOT paying $10 a piece for them! This was at a produce market north of Marietta, OH. I’m also not buying mums till next week. If they are blooming now, they will be sticks by the time the wedding gets here. Still haven’t firmed up the officiant. Everything else is coming together nicely! Oh, this is going to be SO much fun!!! ❤️

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\"Sunset\" “I think Mr. Virgo was smiling at me today!”

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“And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, \"This is the way, walk in it,\" when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left.”  Isaiah 30:21 ESV
\nFor those of you who have been reading this blog from the beginning, you will remember my reticence to mention God in my posts. I was very, very busy trying to make sure I didn’t offend anyone. And, of course, that is still very much my focus. But as time has passed, I have let God into my writing more and more. I always SAID I was a faith-based writer, but I really wasn’t walking the talk. That all changed one day when I got a text from God in church. That was a great story. Anyway, I’m all about Jesus anymore and I just let out what needs to come out and I don’t worry so much about it anymore.\n

Our Pastor frequently talks about what happens when you are truly a Christ follower. What happens when you make God the center of your life. He always says, “If you put God at the center of your life…are truly following him with all your heart…watch out! Because there’s nothing the enemy hates more than someone putting God before anything else. He attacks and causes all kinds of destruction and whispers lies 24/7 trying to convince you if God REALLY loved you…these bad things wouldn’t be happening. And, of course, it isn’t true. Nothing the enemy says is true.

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Mr. FixIt’s truck had a recall and when they started tearing it apart, they found all kinds of other things wrong. He’s going up today to have a look at it with the mechanics and make a decision. Then, after I helped Mr. FixIt with some things around The Ponderosa yesterday, I drove to the farm. By the time I got there, my wheels were squealing really loud. I had hit a pot hole on this wretched road just before, so I have no idea what’s going on.

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I know exactly what is happening here. I was led by God to do the right thing and moved back to the farm till after the wedding. I can feel it to my bones that it’s the right thing to do. And then…the enemy strikes! First, Mr. FixIt’s truck then mine. In the week after we put God first. It is so clear. However, I’ll tell you like my friend, DaShara says…”Not today, Devil…I am a Child of God!” 

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I know we’re on the right path. And the enemy can throw roadblocks up every step of the way, but we will persevere. We will not be deterred by the likes of him! He who lives within me is greater than he who lives in the world. Everything will work out with an even greater outcome than previously imagined. Amen! ❤️

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\"Web\" “Sin starts out easily enough and soon ensnares you in a tangled web.”

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“I want you to be free from anxieties. The unmarried man is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to please the Lord. But the married man is anxious about worldly things, how to please his wife, and his interests are divided. And the unmarried or betrothed woman is anxious about the things of the Lord, how to be holy in body and spirit. But the married woman is anxious about worldly things, how to please her husband. I say this for your own benefit, not to lay any restraint upon you, but to promote good order and to secure your undivided devotion to the Lord. If anyone thinks that he is not behaving properly toward his betrothed, if his passions are strong, and it has to be, let him do as he wishes: let them marry—it is no sin. But whoever is firmly established in his heart, being under no necessity but having his desire under control, and has determined this in his heart, to keep her as his betrothed, he will do well.”  1 Corinthians 7:32-37 ESV
\nAs you may remember, I lived twenty-seven years of my life as a practicing Jew, so I am quite familiar with the Days of Awe or the High Holy Days. This is the period of time from Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, and Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. The dates vary year to year because the Jewish calendar is based on the lunar cycle so it doesn’t match up with the calendar we use daily. This year, Rosh Hashanah starts on September 29th and Yom Kippur is October 8th. It is not a coincidence that this holy time coincides with the days leading up to our wedding.\n

The High Holy days is a time of reflection and meditation. While Jews pray for their name to be in the Book of Life for the New Year, Yom Kippur is a solemn day of fasting and prayer, a day of atonement when you ask God to forgive you of your sins. When I made the decision to marry Mr. FixIt because I was feeling wrong living with him without being married, I had no idea the High Holy Days were coming up. 

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I have been staying at the farm by myself for the last week. This is my time of atonement. Being away from my sweetheart isn’t easy, but it is a “fasting”, of sorts. I can’t quite find the words to describe what is happening within my heart as I go through these days without him before we marry. 

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One may say, “Oh, you’ve lived together all this time. What’s the difference now?”

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Well, it is one thing to do something wrong because you were unaware it was sinful. It’s quite another to know it is wrong, then do it anyway. I may be late to the party on this one…but I’ve shown up and suited up. I’ve made a commitment. And I have to say, I am honored by Mr. FixIt’s respect for my decision. Like he said, I am my own woman…I don’t need anyone’s permission to do something, married or not. I know he’s not as enthusiastic about this as I am, but I appreciate his patience and understanding. I think we are both gaining something from the experience.

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Sin is a tangled web we can so easily get snared in. Seeking solitude for prayer and meditation has helped me sweep away some cobwebs of my own making. And having a clean slate upon which to build our foundation just feels better to me. I am not being judgmental of others and their personal choices. I speak of what is in my heart. ❤️

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\"Engagement “The change from “widow” to “engaged” deserves a moment of reflection.”

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““Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.”  Matthew 7:7 NIV
\nI did something monumental yesterday. I changed my relationship status on Facebook from “widow” to “engaged”. Ok, in the grand scheme of things, that’s not really monumental...but it IS, you know?\n

Some people change their relationship status like they change their shoes. I remember that first attempt at “dating” after Mr. Virgo died. It was (I’m embarrassed to say) only five months after he died. I know, I know. Plenty of my friends and my family were like…”WTH are you DOING???” What I was doing was putting a tourniquet on my hemorrhaging heart. I went so far as to change my relationship status and knew immediately that was a HUGE error in judgment. Let’s face it…when you are grieving, good judgment goes out the window for quite some time.

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It wasn’t long till the status went back to “widow” and there it has stayed for the last five years. When I tell my story, I start out with “My husband and I had decided life was too short to wait for retirement to have some fun…” Always the same. I’ve had people misunderstand my story for “wallowing in my grief”. That isn’t it at all…at least not after a couple of years. I tell my story so that others may not feel so alone in their grief. So that others may learn that when grief strikes, you don’t have to crawl into a ball and stay there forever. I tell my story to give people hope that there is life in spite of grief.

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It’s not like I haven’t thought about changing my status before now. After all, Mr. FixIt and I have been engaged for over a year. And, it has nothing to do with my feelings for him. I love him dearly and want to be with him the rest of my life. It’s just five little letters, but widow is what I’ve related to for five-and-a-half years. It does not define me anymore, but it will always be a part of who I am. I was fiddling around on Facebook yesterday and just had this flash. 

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“You’re getting married in nineteen days, girlfriend. It’s time.” Without giving it a second thought, I went from “widow” to “engaged”. Then I sat and looked at it. Wow. This is huge. Yet, not. Yet, it is. I’m finally ready to put “widow” in second place. And now, when I tell my Mr. Virgo story, it will start out with “My late-husband and I decided…” 

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I’m making a concerted shift in consciousness. My focus will be more forward-thinking. My posts will have lots of new stories and color and joy and adventure. It feels like I’m leaving something behind, though. That’s one reason I’ve been staying over at the farm alone a lot lately. I need some alone time to process that. To package it up and set it on a shelf. I can still reach it. I can still take it out and look at it. I’m just not going to sit with it in my lap so much. This is all about healing and moving forward and letting go. The shift from one status to the other deserves a moment of honor and reflection. It’s good. It’s all so very good. ❤️

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\"Feathered “When someone prays for me, it’s like a thousand feathered angel wings wrapping around me.”

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“Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.”  Colossians 4:2 NIV
\nI will never forget when my friend Bill told me I was on his daily prayer list ever since the overdose at the end of my second marriage. I was...stunned. Here he was, a busy Emergency Room physician and a missionary in a country and location they could not reveal for fear of being killed. And I was on his daily prayer list? \n

When I finally became a Christian in 2005, the first people I told were my neighbors, Bob and Ellie. I asked them over, sat them on the couch, and told them I had accepted Christ as my personal Savior. They both immediately burst into tears and said, “Oh, we both have been praying so hard for you!” 

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When I revealed on Saturday that Mr. FixIt and I were getting married and shared the reason why, several of you told me you had been praying for me to hear God’s whispers and do what was right.

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This was astonishing to me. I have prayed for countless people and circumstances, but I don’t think about others praying FOR me. Maybe my safety and comfort and good circumstances actually came because of the prayers of others. My grandma comes to mind. I can guarantee she prayed for me. Many times.

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Hindsight tells me the gradual discomfort I felt when I was someplace on my journey I shouldn’t have been was at least partially due to the prayers of others trying to lead me back home. I once asked you here to pray for me and I felt a supernatural comfort…like a thousand feathered angel wings wrapped all around me. This is what the prayer of another feels like if you can open yourself to it. It’s physical. It’s supernatural. And it’s very, very real.

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Praying for the happiness of my ex-husband and his soon-to-be wife allowed forgiveness which gave me peace. Praying for my children and grandchildren gives me hope for their safety and well-being. Praying for Mr. FixIt brings me reassurance of his strength and leadership for our family as we prepare to marry. Prayer can be felt by those you pray for. They may not have a clue it’s your prayers they are feeling, but trust me…they feel it in one way or another. So, keep praying. If there is someone who is lost, pray them home. If there is someone who is discouraged, pray for bravery. If there is someone who is broken, pray for peace. Prayer never hurt anyone and even though you may never see the results, it makes a difference. Because God listens. He hears. He cares. He loves us more than anything you could possibly imagine.

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Take this into your week and be encouraged. Prayer changes things…even if it’s just inside of you. ❤️

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\"Changing “A change is coming. Can you feel it?”

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“Many claim to have unfailing love, but a faithful person who can find? The righteous lead blameless lives; blessed are their children after them.”  Proverbs 20:6-7 NIV
\nYesterday, I told you there were some big decisions I’ve been working on the last few months. Today, I want to talk with you about one of them. The most important one. This is a REALLY long post...but hang in there with me. You won’t be sorry.\n

Not long after Mr. FixIt and I became a serious item, God started working on me. For a long time, whenever I walk into church, I say a little prayer. I always say, “Lord, if there is a personal message you have for me today, please anoint the Pastor’s words so he can deliver it to me.” Countless times, God answers my plea and the Pastor will literally come to the front of the stage, stand right in front of me, look me straight in the eye, and say something that is unmistakably personal. Something exactly about what I’ve been working on, or worrying over. I would say it’s uncanny, but what it really is…is supernatural. Our God is a supernatural God. He listens, and He communicates…through the Holy Spirit. Through a total stranger. Through your Guardian Angel. If He has a message, and you ask Him to tell you loud and clear, He doesn’t need a megaphone. He’ll beat you over the head with it if it’s something you truly need.

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From the time Mr. FixIt and I got serious, I’ve been getting messages from God that we shouldn’t be living together without being married. I have to be honest…this has never bothered me before. I’m a product of the ‘60s and I never had a problem living with someone before we got married. But this time is different. It’s been wearing on me. And I think I’ve figured out why.

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The biggest reason is my faith has grown exponentially since Mr. Virgo died. I had to make God the center of my life in order to survive that loss. In order to not feel so alone. And God has drawn me ever so close to Him. He has guarded me and protected me. He has led me through some terribly difficult times. He has been my rock…my anchor. In the past, that has not been the case. My relationship with my husband was my focus. My relationship with God suffered and therefore I suffered. And I wasn’t even aware of it.

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Mr. FixIt and I keep God at the center of our relationship. Or…so I would love for everyone to believe. See, here’s the thing. You’re either all in with God. Or, you’re not. That’s why I’ve been feeling off about cohabitation. Now, there is the issue of widow’s benefits. I had been told when I first went to Social Security after Mr. Virgo died, that if I remarried I would lose my widow’s benefits. I’ve kept that information in my mind all this time without questioning. Until last weekend.

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Mr. FixIt and I have spent a great deal of time apart in the last month between being sick and in the hospital, camping with the Girl Campers, and going to Country Living Fair. The reason I took my camper up with me and camped alone instead of bunking with my gal pals was…I needed some alone time with God. These wonderful women I was with are two of my strongest Christian friends. They mentor me. They are sounding boards for me when I have questions. They are my fellow prayer warriors when I need them. I confessed how I was feeling and they talked with me about it.

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While camping alone, I prayed deeply. I told God my worries. I told him I totally trust in Him and that I know without question that He will provide for me. But I’ve been so worried about losing my widow’s benefits because my own Social Security is paltry. I was a stay-at-home mom, so I didn’t make a lot of money in my lifetime. Mr. Virgo, however, worked in 5-Star resorts and restaurants all his career. He died before touching his Social Security. My benefits through him are far more than my own. Not enough to live in the lap of luxury, mind you. But enough to live on if I were extremely frugal. I asked God to give me a sign that I wouldn’t lose my benefits if I remarried.

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Then, I listened. “Google. What happens to widow’s benefits if you remarry?” Simple enough, right? I mean, why didn’t I think to Google that a long time ago? Because….it wasn’t the right time. Mr. FixIt asked me to marry him just a month after we started dating. It was too soon. We needed to get to know each other more. We needed to grow together in our faith. And, I needed more time to work through my grief. This was God’s perfect timing. I Googled the question and page after page of answers came back. “If you remarry after the age of 60, you will NOT lose your widow’s benefits.” Wow! The reason it stuck in my head so long ago was, I was only 59 when Mr. Virgo died. They told me if I remarried, I would lose my benefits. But that was THEN. Grief brain didn’t allow the rest of it to soak in. 

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I sat back…stunned by this revelation. I looked up and said, “Thank you, God. That’s all I needed to know!” Then I texted Mr. FixIt.

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“I miss you. Let’s get married.”

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Without missing a beat, he wrote back. “OK! We’ll set a date when you get home! What prompted this?”

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“God.” I said.

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So, we set a date! Yes, my lovely Ranchers…we’re getting MARRIED!!!

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Ohhhhh….Emmmmmm…..Geeeeeeeee!!!

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I’m all in. I can’t, in good conscience, profess my faith AND live in a way that I feel, for me, is counter to that. So I’m following my conscience and God’s clear instructions to marry this very wonderful man that He sent me. We chose October 13th as our wedding day. When I was looking through the calendar, the 13th jumped out at me. I seemed to remember it being a family anniversary. I looked up on my family tree and indeed…it was my Grandma and PopPop’s anniversary! Those two in whose bedroom I am currently propped up, writing to you! PopPop died on my mom’s birthday…August 26th. Just seven weeks before their 50th Wedding Anniversary. I know how terribly sad I was when Mr. Virgo died just three weeks shy of our 6th anniversary. I can’t imagine what my grandma went through losing her forever sweetheart so close to such a monumental event. I am thrilled we can celebrate our wedding on their special day!

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So, there it is, my friends. A change is gonna come. Will I still be a widow? Yes, I will always and forever be a widow. AND, I will be a wife again. Never in my wildest dreams would I have anticipated something so precious happening again. I know Mr. Virgo had a hand in this. He and God stopped at the 9th or 10th hole one day when they were playing a round of golf. 

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“Hey, look down there at that beautiful woman. Do you think we can send her someone to love who will love her back with the white-hot heat of the sun?”

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And God said…”Ha! Watch this!” ❤️

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\"Fork “Making decisions at the fork in the road.”

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“If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen. Dear friends, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal that has come on you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you.”  1 Peter 4:11-12 NIV
\nI’ve had a couple of major decisions weighing on my heart the last few months. Good things...but just figuring out which way to go is sometimes overwhelming. When I am faced with just such a dilemma and I grasp it with both hands, I try to wrestle it into the box I want to put it in. This is a goal. Something you can plan for, see, hold onto, and finish all on your own. And...quite often it leads to frustration when you can’t make it fit. When it doesn’t work out the way you want it to.\n

There’s another way to do this that relieves you of the pressure you put on yourself. You give it to God. I have been reminded of this multiple times in the last week when wonderful women of great faith were sent to me. I listened to their wise counsel. I held hands and prayed with them. And I spent the weekend camping in TOW-Wanda while I was in Columbus at the Country Living Fair. When I stopped trying to hold on so tight and bend these situations to MY will and let God work it out to HIS will, the answers became perfectly clear. The decisions ultimately were simple and life changing. This is a dream…something that comes from God. We discussed this at my small group from church last night and it made so much sense.

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I love how this works. I wish I would remember to give it over to God BEFORE I beat my head against a brick wall for months. Maybe one of these days that stubborn “I can do it myself” attitude with magically melt away. And, maybe someday pigs really WILL fly. For now, I’ll take the solace where I can get it and be grateful for God’s grace and the serenity it can provide.

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“...When a believing person prays, great things happen.”  James 5:16 NCV
\n❤️\n

 

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“\"Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”  Matthew 6:34 ESV
\nThis is the time of year where the days are noticeably shorter, yet the weather still screams “summer”. After a lovely day at the farm, Mr. FixIt and I had to drive back over to his house to get my truck. He has a job to do in town the next few days and we didn’t even think of having two vehicles till yesterday afternoon. I love having him around. I also love some alone time at the farm. I have the best of all worlds. \n

I threw some old carrots out on the lawn where the deer were gathered the other night. I sat out on the front porch at sunset to watch for them to come get their treat. As I sat there waiting, I tuned my ears to the sounds around me. There was a cardinal darting in the underbrush along the creek….chattering at the cats who must be nearby. Tree frogs, katydids, and locusts provided a chorus for free. I haven’t heard crickets here like I usually do. They didn’t show up at the Ponderosa till earlier this month. I thought that was odd. 

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I heard a passenger jet flying high overhead as we are on a flight path to somewhere. The occasional vehicle passes. Thankfully the traffic has slowed considerably due to the stage of construction on the pipeline and compressor station. And, of course, the condition of the road warrants slowing down. 

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There are very few flowers in bloom now. There is some sort of small purple flower in the ditch along the driveway. Some leaves are changing already. The dogwood have hints of pink and crimson. The berries on them aren’t red yet. There are little flashes of yellow at the tips of some branches on the hillside across the road. The incessant humming of the refrigerator is in the background. 

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This is the time of year when I am called out to the front porch to soak in every moment I can before Jack Frost sends me indoors. There wasn’t a breath of a breeze. The humidity was nearly 60%. It was still 84 degrees at 7:00pm. A Jenny Wren scolded the neighbor as he took his dog for a walk around the perimeter of his property. The wild turkeys in the woods across the way have gone to roost. 

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Another day is done. I’ve avoided the news. I’ve embraced the peaceful surroundings at the farm. I’ve seen pictures loved ones have shared. This little one had her first day of Girl Scouts. That one is recovering from surgery. Another one was out feeding the chickens. I am filled with grace and a peace beyond understanding. It is well. It is well…with my soul. ❤️

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\"Berry “Berry Baskets bring back special memories of my grandparents’ farm.”

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“For every house is built by someone, but God is the builder of everything.”  Hebrews‬ ‭3:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nOne of the things I stumbled upon at the Country Living Fair over the weekend were these sweet little berry baskets. Oh, my...did they bring back memories! When I was a little girl, my uncle was going to college at WVU majoring in Vocational Agriculture. He was always doing something around the farm to help my grandparents. He added the cinder block building with a cistern to collect the rainwater from the roof for drinking water. There was a well here on the property and it had wonderful, sweet water...until they capped the old oil and gas wells on the property. Something they did caused the aquifer to fracture and the water became briny and undrinkable. For a long time, we had to drive several miles with two big milk cans and haul water from a local spring. Then Uncle Bud helped my grandparents build the cistern and we finally got good drinking water on the farm again.\n

My uncle also put in a septic system, built a basement, rolled the house on top, build a cinderblock bathroom and we joined the civilized folks with indoor plumbing. I was about six years old when all this occurred. After the barn, the cow shed, and the pig stye were built, the next thing on the agenda was to try to make this land not only support us, but pay us. Uncle Bud planned out and planted a huge strawberry patch up on the hill. He and my great grandfather built a nice structure with a long window down one side. The window was hinged and opened outward to make an overhanging awning with a counter. The pickers would bring flats of strawberries to this shed to be sorted and cleaned to take to the Farmer’s Market in town. At the corner of the building was a huge water tank that collected water from the roof of the strawberry shed to be used to clean the berries.

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These little berry baskets took me right back to those long summer days spent out at the farm…the very farmhouse I am sitting in as I write this. Oh, those berries were the sweetest things I had ever tasted. You didn’t even need sugar. They were deep red all the way through. And they were huge! One filled my little hand. Grandma wouldn’t let me pick them because I had a tendency to eat the berries and step on the runners. Runners are what makes more plants and more plants means more berries which translates to direct profit. I was relegated to the kitchen to cook for the pickers…which served me well as I got older. I learned to cook at grandma’s elbow…standing on the red kitchen stool.

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Grandma made big, fluffy buttermilk biscuits and would slice them open, slather them with fresh churned butter and sugar, then add a good portion of sliced strawberries. She always had a jar of top cream in the fridge and would whip that with a hand cranked egg beater and add a little sugar and vanilla. Then she would spoon out this soft whipped cream on the top of our little biscuit “shortcakes” for a dessert fit for a queen. What I would give to have one of those…made by her loving hands and served with a peck on the cheek. I miss my grandma so much and feel closest to her here in the home of her heart.

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We were planning to come to the farm today to mow anyway, but last evening my cousin called to say someone had been seen sleeping on the porch of the community building down the road. I started to ask if we could just come on out last night, but I stopped mid-sentence. It was almost dark and we’d already had a busy day. Mr. FixIt picked up on it though. He asked if I wanted to come out right then and I really did. We packed up the truck and off we came. It is worrisome to drive these country roads after dark. There are so many deer out at dusk and the early night hours. When we pulled into the driveway, the only company we had at the farm were four deer out on the front lawn. I was a little worried because the front porch light was burned out, but that was quickly fixed and nothing had been disturbed.

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We stay here often enough to let people know the place is occupied. There’s someone here every day between us and my cousins. We were going to go camping this weekend, but staying here at the farm is as good as any vacation for me. The memories are as thick as buttermilk here and there is truly no place like home for this hungry heart of mine. ❤️

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\"Crocks\" “Crocks waiting for a new home.”

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“Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” Psalm 37:4 NIV
\nI’ve been thinking a lot about my grandma lately. I’ve been so busy the last three weeks that I haven’t had a chance to spend much time at the farm. Mr. FixIt and I were thinking of going camping this weekend, but for a number of reasons...not the least of which is being just plain tired of running around...we’ve decided to head to the farm for a much needed respite.\n

The change of seasons are especially beautiful there. As things come to life in the spring and the dark grays of winter turn to buds of green, my heart soars because I’m heading into my favorite season. I’ve always had a little more difficulty accepting the changes of fall because that mean the dark days of winter are close on its heels. Mr. Virgo always told me, “It’s all in your head. It’s just a matter of what you tell yourself. If you say you hate winter, then guess what? You’re going to hate it!” He was right, of course. So, this fall, I am planning some really special things that will make the season joyful and beautiful. I’m going to do some heavy fall decorating this year. I want to get pumpkins and bittersweet, corn shocks and straw bales, Indian corn and maybe even some clear twinkly lights and dress up the farm. Won’t that be pretty?

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I’ll take you along with me as I pick and choose. Maybe we’ll go to a pumpkin patch. Maybe we’ll find a cider press. Whatever we do, we’re going to make this season extra special so I won’t dread winter. Just like grandma’s old crocks that used to hold things, I’m going to use my heart as a vessel to hold beautiful things and make new memories! ?

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\"Little “The Little Guy Mini Max by Liberty Outdoors.”

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“God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.”  Hebrews 6:10 NIV
\nOMGosh! You all...this was SUCH a fun weekend but incredibly hot and I’m fried in more ways than one. I didn’t go out in the sun at all without an umbrella. I forgot sunscreen, and even with the umbrella, I got a sunburn on my arms. You’d think I’d learn by now, wouldn’t you?\n

The hardest thing about the last day of the fair is…you can’t even begin to start breaking anything down until 5:00. Then, you have to get a pass to bring your vehicle into the area to load up. If you didn’t have some organization, with all these vendors…it would be total chaos. I have to tell you, they do have this thing down to a science and it all runs very smoothly. Gail got her van packed up first, and since it was its OWN vehicle, she got out first. Then came getting Janine’s truck in, packed up, and hook up her trailer. Last, I dragged my little wagon out to the parking lot where my truck was parked, unloaded everything into the back, and headed to the campground. The girls decided to head on home and not camp…which I totally understand. I had already paid for my campsite, and I was exhausted. So, this morning when you read this…I’m sleeping in!

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Here’s a picture of Janine’s little camper by Liberty Outdoors. It’s a Little Guy Mini Max. It weighs only 2000 pounds and has absolutely everything in it you could want…potty, shower, two-burner propane cooktop, microwave, a big refrigerator/freezer with a refrigerated wine drawer, a deep sink, hot and cold running water, AC, furnace, plenty of storage, TV, and 200 watt solar panels on the roof. Janine has it configured with a twin bed, but you can pull it out into a queen. In the low $20,000’s.Not bad for a new 2019. Very well built with quality materials.

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\"Will “Will Moses…great-grandson of Grandma Moses.”

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The second picture is Will Moses. He is the great-grandson of Grandma Moses. He was there with his art…done in the style of his famous great-grandmother. He says he remembers her…he was five years old when she died.

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And with that…I’m heading to bed. I had WAY too much fun in the sun the last three days. But I’ll drift off with a smile remembering all the really nice people I met and talked with.

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Have a great Monday! ❤️

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\"Human “Craving human touch after loss is one of the most painful aspects of grief.”

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“I’m so grateful to Christ Jesus for making me adequate to do this work. He went out on a limb, you know, in trusting me with this ministry. The only credentials I brought to it were invective and witch hunts and arrogance. But I was treated mercifully because I didn’t know what I was doing—didn’t know Who I was doing it against! Grace mixed with faith and love poured over me and into me. And all because of Jesus.”  1 Timothy 1:12-14 MSG
\nMy younger granddaughter is my mini-me. Creative, funny, and incredibly intuitive, she just seems to “get me”. And she knows when to contact me and say just the right thing. Monday was Mr. Virgo’s birthday, and while the day itself did not carry the painful weight it has in the past, I still could not ignore the feelings in my heart as I remembered such a wonderful man and the passage of time without him. Then, last night... “Little” contacted me via text. \n

“What was Papa’s last name?” she asked.

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“McKinney, sweetheart. Same as mine.”

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“He was a ghost on a video.”

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“What? What video???”

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“A video I saw last week. I just remembered to tell you. A medium was talking and a man with Papa’s name spoke out and said he was there. He said he died of a heart attack. He said the woman reminded him of his wife because she was creative and funny. I know it was him and I just wanted to tell you…he’s not really gone.”

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Wow. 

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She was only five when her Papa died. Yet she was the one who gave me the most comfort. She held my heart in a special way that only she and I could understand. She kept a sacred space between us where her Papa and my Mr. Virgo could live forever and never be forgotten. She is so special. She had no way of remembering that Monday had been his birthday. Yet, she knew to reach out.

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Thinking back over the years since he died, I remember how hard it was to miss his physical presence. I missed his hugs the very most. The way he would fold me into his chest, the top of my head tucked just under his chin. The smell of leather and tobacco and wood coming from his sweater. The sudden absence of that left a gaping hole in my life. I have always been a hugger. One of the reasons my second marriage fell apart was because Hubby #2 wasn’t. He hadn’t been raised that way. But Mr. Virgo gave me all the hugs I wanted.

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I went on the search for physical contact after Mr. Virgo died. I tried dating a couple of guys and that was a catastrophe. Way too soon, way wrong people. I got hugs at church. I cruised the downtown shops and the mall in my little town looking for people I knew who would hold me for that extra long hug that makes casual acquaintances uncomfortable. I have a brother/friend who was wonderful…if I texted him at 3:00am, he would answer right away with “Where are you?” “In the camper,” I replied. “Be right there.” He would saunter over from his house a few blocks away, climb in the camper with me, and we would snuggle up in the corner under a blanket and I would show him pictures on my iPad while he wrapped his arms around me tight. No expectations. Nothing sexual. Just unconditional brotherly love and compassion. I will never forget his kindness. I got a prescription from my doctor for weekly massages to keep myself anchored. I visited my children and my brother as often as I could. I traveled and stayed with gentle friends who held my heart. And, eventually, I could stand up on my own again. I didn’t NEED quite so much. I didn’t ACHE quite so hard.

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I was at a place of acceptance when I came back to West Virginia to live on the farm two years ago. I was at peace with my life and felt more centered than I probably ever had. That’s not to say I didn’t want someone in my life…I did. I’m a people person and I do better with a tribe. But I was getting ok with not having someone around all the time. Then…along came Mr. FixIt. And let me tell you…he is a hugger extraordinaire. When we first started dating, we would just sit and hug each other for hours. We’d talk and tell stories and just BE together. One day, he whispered…”This is medicine for the soul.” He was right, it was. It still is.

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I know I’m blessed. I know what a gift this is. Late life love is precious. I just read a tweet from the author, Anne Lamott. She was watching the US Open with her love a couple of days ago when he said, “Can I ask you a question?” “Oh, sure,” she said, thinking it was something about the carport they were building. “Will you marry me?” She’s 64. He’s 63. “God is SUCH a show-off!” she said. I know not everyone wants another love after loss. I know some want it and it doesn’t come. I struggle sometimes sharing my joy while balancing sensitivity for others’ pain. My point is to always strive for hope. Always search for joy. No matter what that looks like for you…alone, together, screaming from the mountain tops, or cloistered in the stacks of a really great library. Whatever your bliss…my wish for you is that you find it. In spades! ❤️

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\"Sternwheeler\" “Sternwheelers left the festival early this weekend due to threat of flooding.”

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“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.””  Joshua 1:9 NIV
\nThis time last year, I had just wrapped up my first Sisters on the Fly event that I hosted here in West Virginia...WV Riverboat Rendezvous. It was timed to coincide with the Sternwheel Festival in Marietta. There were twenty-three women in attendance and we had a blast! Lots of activities from riding a stern wheeler over to Blennerhassett Island to touring a Victorian Mansion to learning how to clog while listening to WV’s Number 1 Fiddle Player. We churned homemade ice cream and had an old fashioned weenie roast. We took a tour of an abandoned oil and gas town. The weather that weekend was fabulous. No rain, reasonably cool weather, and a wonderful campground made for a really fun weekend. \n

All year, I toyed with the idea of doing it again. While it was indeed a lot of fun, it was a tremendous amount of work. Every time I thought about getting started organizing it, that still small voice said, “No, not this year.” I was afraid I was disappointing others who might want to gather again this fall, but I just couldn’t shake the thought that it wasn’t meant to be this year. If I would have forged ahead and not listened, the event would have come, not only on the heels of my hospitalization last week, but also a wicked bad storm hit over the weekend. Our rain gauges, both at the Ponderosa and at the farm, were topped out at six inches and overflowing, so who knows what we actually received? The point being…I listened. I was told no. And I abided by that. 

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Everyone who camped with me this weekend with the Girl Campers got home safely with no weather problems. I was so grateful to have had that time with my friends without all the stress a large event causes. I went to the farm yesterday and did laundry in preparation for this week’s trip to the Country Living Fair. Mr. FixIt and his daughter came out to join me. We went through some of the boxes of my treasures and had so much fun looking at things my dad brought back from the war and some old family photographs. We played cards and told stories of growing up. It was such a pleasure to feel the farmhouse warm with the love of family. 

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There was one point where I opened one of the boxes and laying right on the top was the bill from the ambulance company that took Mr. Virgo to the hospital the day he died. I looked up at Mr. FixIt’s daughter and sighed. She, too, is a widow. She looked at me questioningly. 

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I closed the lid to the box and smiled. “There are still some things that bother me,” I said. “This is the ambulance bill. Today would have been his 68th birthday. I don’t need to go through this box today.” She gets it.

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Still…it was a good day, all in all. I just had to leave well enough alone.

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And today…we remember the fallen. 9/11. We will never forget. ❤️

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\"Rain “Rain, rain, go away…we still camped and had fun!”

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“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.”  1 Corinthians 9:24 NIV
\nI had an absolute blast this week camping with the Girl Campers! Even when it started raining and didn’t quit. Even when I got cold and wet and hadn’t had a shower since Tuesday. Mr. FixIt came up and that was icing on the cake. But, as you can see on the weather radar, home was getting slammed as hard, if not harder than the campground up north and that puts our basement at risk of flooding. So, my sweetie was up and kissed me goodbye at five o’clock yesterday morning. On his way down the hill from the campground, he had to stop and move a tree that had fallen across the road. Then there was a rock slide near the house that held him up a bit. But he made it home safely, for which I was very grateful.\n

I managed to get a little more sleep then joined the rest of the gals in Gail’s fifth wheel. We laughed and ate and knitted and had a blast. In the middle of the afternoon, I took a little snooze and when I woke up, I was cold and damp and there was no Mr. FixIt around to warm me up. I looked at my watch, calculated the time and distance from home, and figured I could be there and showered before dark. I threw my stuff in bags, dragged it out in the pouring rain, and loaded up the truck. I was soaked to the skin by the time I was finished, but as soon as I made my goodbyes, I got in the truck, took off my wet coat, and cranked up the heat and I was dry and toasty in no time. I got home just at dark and as soon as I had the important stuff unloaded, I took that long, hot shower and felt like a new woman!!! There is one thing that does NOT go with Girl Camping…whining. And I was getting dangerously close to it! Steroids make me agitated and I didn’t want anyone to be subjected to a temper tantrum. 

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When I was alone after losing Mr. Virgo, I took off by myself everywhere. It was either that or stay at home alone. Now, I’m walking this fine line. On the one hand, I have this really great guy that I love spending time with. I have a very real understanding of what it feels like when that is taken away. Consequently, I have found I really don’t like being away from Mr. FixIt for more than two or three days. On the other hand, I need to maintain my independence skills so I’m not caught flat-footed if something should happen to him before me. If it hadn’t been so wet and cold, and if I hadn’t been on steroids, I very likely would have toughed it out and stayed one more night in that sweet camper with my dear friends. However, I knew when to say “uncle” and call it quits. You just have to know which race to run. And, it ended up being a perfect week of camping fun!

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Next up is a couple days at home then heading to the Country Living Fair with these same fun gals! ❤️

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\"Baby “Dehydrated baby copperhead…you always learn something new at Girl Camp!”

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“Instruct the wise and they will be wiser still; teach the righteous and they will add to their learning.  Proverbs 9:9 NIV
\nEdit: A kind reader shared a post from another page warning this is the time of year when baby copperheads are born. They arrive with venom and are ready to defend themselves. Even though they are small, they can pack a wallop so be extra careful rummaging around in damp flower pots and under bushes. Watch out for your pets and teach children to move outside toys with a stick first...these little guys can be hiding anywhere!\n

I tell you what…coming to camp with these girls is as close to summer camp as you can get at the sweet age of 65! Yesterday was so chill…I slept in again, had a leisurely breakfast, stretched out in the afternoon, then joined the girls for appetizer night. Mike, the Park Naturalist, came over at five and gave a talk on providing habitat for photographing birds in the winter time from inside your home. Then there was archery. After supper, we went through his two big boxes of bones and pelts and played guess the animal. This little mite in my hand is a dehydrated baby copperhead! He was very fragile and was found this way in the woods.

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There are gals here from as far away as Chicago and Michigan. And, Mr. FixIt was feeling much better yesterday so he came up and joined us last night just after dark! So, my world is complete. 

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Today is a Civil War Enactment in the Village here at Beaver Creek State Park and we are all looking forward to going down and checking it out. However, we are also predicted to get a lot of rain in the next couple of days from the tail end of a tropical storm so I’m not sure how much we will get to do. There is nothing wrong with sitting in the shelter and visiting with the girls when it’s raining. Or taking a nap with the rain on the tin roof of the “Dorothy Jean”. Whatever you choose to do (or NOT do), Girl Camping is a real treat! And you always learn something! ❤️

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\"Coleman “Vintage Coleman Coffee Set”

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“I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.””  Psalm 55:6-8 NIV
\nAs I was driving up to the campground yesterday, every mile passed filled my heart with a lightness I haven’t felt for many months. Was it getting away? A little. Not FROM Mr. FixIt...but TO my dear camping girlfriends. Some of whom I haven’t seen in a year. \n

I think the most noticeable difference was…I actually FEEL good. I haven’t felt great since last February or March. And I know I can’t prove this, but I think the antibiotic they gave me for this lung episode fixed my gastritis. It’s the first time in months I’ve been able to eat without feeling ill afterwards. And no stomach pain. I won’t jinx it by trying to figure it out. I’m just grateful it’s better. 

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I pulled into the campground at 3:00 and two of my besties were here. It’s always so exciting to see them! We all decided to take a little snooze and then go grocery shopping. We had dinner together in the big fifth wheel because it’s really hot and sticky here. It’s supposed to rain about midnight and all day tomorrow. None of us mind that a bit!

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I’ll take pictures of the Avion tomorrow. I forgot when it was daylight. I’m sitting outside writing this at 9:00…listening to the night sounds. Haven’t heard an owl yet. They are heard here often. This is a vintage Coleman coffee set that was on the counter when I arrived yesterday. So fun to stay in a vintage camper. I don’t believe I have ever had the pleasure!

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❤️

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\"Fall “The leaves are beginning to change and you know what that means? Fall Girl Camping!!!”

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“That evening quail came and covered the camp, and in the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp. When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor. When the Israelites saw it, they said to each other, “What is it?” For they did not know what it was. Moses said to them, “It is the bread the Lord has given you to eat. This is what the Lord has commanded: ‘Everyone is to gather as much as they need. Take an omer for each person you have in your tent.’ ””  Exodus 16:13-16 NIV
\nI’ve been doing everything I can to be well enough to join the Girl Campers for their fall outing. I was pretty worried last week and over the weekend as to whether I would get to go or not. With the help of my doctor and my Girl Camper friends, I am all set to go on a road trip today. Now, before you go all “mom” on me, let me tell you my plans.\n

First, I’m not pulling a camper this time. My dear friend and fellow Girl Camper Extraordinaire has kindly offered her vintage Avion for my use for the next week. For those of you unfamiliar with the Avion…it looks very much like an Airstream, but not shiny. I am so excited to get the opportunity to stay in a vintage camper! And this cuts out all worries of having a mechanical breakdown on the way to or from the event.

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Second, I went to my doctor’s office yesterday and got a good looking over. I’m not wheezing anymore. I’m stable on the meds they gave me and everything is under control. She gave me a prescription for a nebulizer since I cannot find mine so I can give myself a breathing treatment if I need to. I promised I would not do the extra activities and I’m taking my knitting and crafts and magazines and a couple of books. I’ll take my writing and my art supplies. Just sitting and relaxing…and no campfires near me!

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Third, some girlfriend time is exactly what I need! Mr. FixIt is slowly on the mend. His virus hit him as body aches. No head or chest congestion. He’s hoping by Friday he will feel up to driving up and joining us for the weekend as this is a Mister-Sister trip. He loves to sit around the campfire over the weekend with the girls and they love having him. I’ll be up at camp till Tuesday morning. And I promise…I’ll be careful and there are a lot of people watching out for me so I wont get in trouble! I can’t wait to share stories from around the propane “campfire” and I love taking you all along with me! 

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❤️?❤️?❤️

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\"Breathe\" “Breathing good air after breathing through a wet sponge is such an incredible feeling of health!”

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““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”  Matthew 11:28-29 NIV
\nWhen I was a teenager, one of my biggest joys was to make my mom laugh. Mom had a difficult life. She had a son with a developmental disability and a husband who drank too much and was not around. And then...she had me. I wasn’t a bad kid, mind you. But I am convinced I had ADHD and was quite the handful...always into something and using my smart mouth to my disadvantage at every turn. So, when I got old enough to discover I could make her laugh, I did so at every opportunity.\n

Somewhere along the way, I realized when she laughed hard, she would go into a coughing fit. It’s normal to have some coughing after laughing hard as the nerves that control laughter are the same as those that control coughing. As a clueless teenage, that only added to the mirth, but as an adult, I now realize she had a “reactive airway”…a non-medical term that is kind of a placeholder for asthma that hasn’t been diagnosed. 

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I have the same thing. It usually doesn’t give me any trouble unless I exercise in the cold, or I get a particularly bad cold and the virus kicks my airway into hyperdrive. I tighten up and cant breathe. I cough till I hear the blood rushing through my ears. Usually, the cough is unproductive, meaning I can’t get anything to come up. There is a whole regimen to follow when this happens, but it has been so long since it’s happened, I forgot what it was. Beside the steroids, which I truly do not like, there are inhalers to use…one that is a rescue inhaler that immediately starts to open up an airway that is locked down in spasms, and the other that carries a steroid that treats the lining of the bronchial tubes and eases the inflammation.

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The very best thing to use is Mucinex. I don’t know why I didn’t even think to try that last week. I’ve been taking antihistamines all summer for allergies so my lungs were sort of like wet cement. When I got so sick Friday night, it was like trying to breathe through a wet sponge. Once I got the steroids and breathing treatments and some antibiotics in my, I could breathe again. Then the Mucinex finally kicked in and…well, without getting into gory details, let’s just said there was a lot of clearing out the pipes in my my lungs and I can now breathe much freer.

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You do not know how bad you have felt until you feel better. I was telling Mr. FixIt yesterday that this is the first time all summer that I have actually felt like I want to get up and go do something fun. I battled gastritis and other stomach issues since last spring that really put me down. Anything I ate upset my stomach and I constantly had a gnawing pain in the upper area of my abdomen. The happy little side effect of all those medicines they gave me in the hospital seems to be my stomach issues have cleared up. No more pain. No more nausea. And, I ate a cheeseburger for dinner last night and it didn’t kill me! 

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I share an awful lot of personal stuff here, I know. But I figure if others have some of the same grief symptoms I have and I can help with that, maybe there’s someone out there suffering with the same sort of stomach issues that can see a doctor and get some help. I’m not a doctor and I can’t recommend treatments, but I can share what happened to me and hope it helps others. As Ram Dass says…”We are all just walking each other home.” ❤️

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\"Psalms “I love Psalms.”

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“Worship the Lord your God, and his blessing will be on your food and water. I will take away sickness from among you,”  Exodus 23:25 NIV
\nRemember that song? You never realize how sick you were till you feel better. My medication list just got longer...for the next twelve days, at least. But it’s a small price to pay at this point. \n

I went to the farm yesterday to look for something and do some laundry. When I walked up on the back porch, I noticed the cats had left a Ritual Sacrifice to the Food God. This one was of the rodent variety. Not sure of the significance, but it is their way of showing love…however icky. At least it wasn’t one of my pretty songbirds. As I was feeding Boy Cat, he shot past me and made a bee line for the driveway. I knew he was after something and soon he came back proudly carrying a frog to present to me. Of course, as soon as he set down the frog in front of me, it took off. I managed to shoo that cat enough to give the frog a chance to make his escape and soon Boy Cat was happily munching on his real supper.

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As I walked into the house, I saw all the boxes. I have to tell you, my heart sank for a moment. I was so sick last week that I actually forgot for a moment they were out there. They’ll have to wait for a while though. Winter is coming fast enough and I’m not going to miss out on a moment of this gorgeous weather coming up. We are to have a very hot week, then things should cool off. There are already a lot of leaves changing around here. Spots of gold are everywhere and leaves are falling on some varieties of trees. I won’t mind cool nights. They make sleeping so much better.

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The grass desperately needs cut out at the farm and I was actually smart enough to refrain from trying to mow it myself. I consider that a major accomplishment. I am not always to responsible. Unfortunately, I have shared this virus with Mr. FixIt and he’s feeling pretty miserable this evening. I certainly hope I can get him through this quickly. I don’t think he will have the same lung issue with it because he doesn’t have asthma like me. Thank goodness! I’m sterilizing everything because these respiratory viruses can live on surfaces for ten days. That’s how people keep getting reinfected. 

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Well, it’s Monday. Go out there and make it a good week and be good to each other. A smile can be such a blessing to someone that it bounces right back on you! ❤️

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\"Meme\" “2,000 Days”

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“(For we are but of yesterday, and know nothing, because our days upon earth are a shadow:)  Job 8:9 KJV
\nFor a long time after losing Mr. Virgo, I marked the timeline of my grief by significant dates. The first anniversary without him came just three weeks after he died. That was a tough one. First Halloween marked when we met. The first time I celebrated his birthday alone was terribly sad. First Thanksgiving, first Christmas...the list went on and on and I was convinced when the first “angelversary” of his death came around, I could turn a corner on this grief thing. Needless to say, that didn’t happen.\n

The seconds were worse for me than the firsts. Because, the first year I was in a fog. The second year I was awake and he was still gone. It was deeply painful. It was desperately lonely. I was exceedingly angry. Each day led me forward, ever so slowly, toward…what? Healing? Peace? Acceptance? It wasn’t easy. Somewhere along the line, 1,000 days passed and I wrote about my experiences along the way. Still marking the calendar of grief.

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Now it’s been 2,000 days. Unbelievable. It seems like forever ago. It seems like yesterday. It sometimes even seems like he was a dream and I never really had him. I think that’s fairly normal, from what I have heard from you all over the years. I can’t remember his voice anymore. I struggle to picture his hands. He’s like a really good movie that I loved and watched over and over till I memorized all the words…then lost the disk. I’ll never see that particular movie again, but I remember how much I enjoyed it.

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I still get waves of grief. They don’t hit nearly as hard as they used to, and they don’t last nearly as long, thank God. I notice them most when I am tired or not feeling well. I’ve learned so much about myself since he died. I’ve become much stronger. My world is brighter now that I’ve passed through all those days. I have new love. But I will never lose my old love. I have them both. I am a widow and a partner. I grieve and I rejoice. 

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I have greater compassion now. For others. For myself. I know not everyone has a new love. Not everyone wants it. Women are perfectly capable of being widowed and still lead a fulfilling life. One does not need a partner to be rich in love. Women can be remarkably resilient and strong all on their own. 

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So, it’s been 2,000 days. Remarkable…yet another ordinary day. The seas are much calmer this far from the shore. ❤️

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\"Storage “All that’s left of forty year’s accumulation.”

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“a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,”  Ecclesiastes 3:6 NIV
\nThis stuff was out of sight, out of mind for much of the last three years. My very sweet friend, Steve, let me store this in his basement. He seldom went down there, it was clean and dry, and it was safe and secure. On occasion, I would go over and gather a few boxes and bring them to the farm. Winter clothes, camping gear, important papers, pictures...little by little, things were sorted and either saved or sent on to live with someone else via a charitable organization.\n

Steve was never in a hurry to reclaim the space I was using because, as a widower, he didn’t have any more enthusiasm for going through things than I did. Over the years, his kids have brought things to store and the basement became more and more crowded and cluttered. Last Christmas was the straw that broke the camel’s back when he had to crawl over things to get to his outdoor decorations. We agreed I would have everything out this summer. As you know, summers are so hot and sticky in West Virginia. And I traveled a lot. And I had surgery. And Steve works weird hours. One thing led to another and I didn’t get it done. I promised everything would be out by the end of August. 

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So, there it is. Other than a few things at the Ponderosa, my two campers, and my pickup…everything I own is sitting right here. This is all that’s left after the purging of forty years of accumulation and selling my house. It’s been a full four years since I downsized and I’ve learned a lot about myself and what I need to be happy. I thought I’d share a few observations here today.

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    I’ve learned downsizing is not for everyone. That’s ok. People love their stuff. They worked hard for it. They find comfort in it. I get that. I was really on a bandwagon when I faced downsizing, not only as a lifestyle choice, but as a necessity. I preached “Live with less!” Vehemently. My fervor hasn’t died for me personally, but I now realize I came across as perhaps a little insensitive to those who cherish their personal belongings. If that is you, I apologize. 

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    I have a few…but very few…regrets. First, if I had known my stint at the farm helping out my elderly aunt was only going to last 10 weeks, I very likely wouldn’t have purchased such a big travel trailer. I really miss Little TOW-Wanda. At 16’, she was easy to pick up and go with at a moment’s notice. Not so much with the big behemoth that is TOW-Wanda Grande. Second, there are a few pieces of furniture I parted with that I would love to have now. But, I never would have dreamed I would fall in love again and live the life I am living now. Besides, I really do have everything I need.

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    And, speaking of falling in love again, I have a significant other who hasn’t fallen in love with the idea of simplifying…yet. We are in the early stages of discussing the merits of downsizing, and he is beginning to understand that means you don’t get to keep everything. I totally understand where he is with that. I held onto my stuff for a long, long time…even when my spouse(s) hated the clutter. Mr. FixIt is coming around. It has to be at his pace, at his comfort level, or I’ll come across as trying to make him get rid of everything. I remember what that feels like and it’s isn’t nice.

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    When you have less stuff to take care of, you have more money and time to get out and enjoy the fun things in life. That is the best lesson I’ve learned from my own experience downsizing.

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    Remembering to be grateful for what I DO have keeps me from missing what I don’t. It keeps me thinking in terms of abundance rather than deprivation.

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Now I face these boxes. Part of me says if I haven’t opened them in four years, what possible use do I have for their contents? I could just take them to a shelter…or to the dump. But, of course, I cannot do that. I have to go through them. I can, and will, be ruthless as I pick and choose what must be kept, what can be given to family members who would appreciate the memories, and what can go to someone else who will love them as much as I did. This is now my cold weather project. I’ll have it done as soon as possible because, I had the farmhouse clean and neat and tidy. I want it back that way quickly.

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I find an uncluttered environment equates to an uncluttered life for me. It eases my mind and will certainly make things easier for whoever will be in charge of going through my stuff when I’m dead and gone. I promised myself, and my kids, that I would never leave them with a mess like I was left with when my mom died. As wonderful as she was, she was a pack rat of the highest order and it was such a chore to clean out her house AND deal with the grief of losing her. I don’t want to do that to anyone. So, here I go again! ❤️

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\"Lightning “Lightning over West Virginia”

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““My heart pounds as I think of this. It trembles within me. Listen carefully to the thunder of God’s voice as it rolls from his mouth. It rolls across the heavens, and his lightning flashes in every direction. Then comes the roaring of the thunder— the tremendous voice of his majesty. He does not restrain it when he speaks. God’s voice is glorious in the thunder. We can’t even imagine the greatness of his power.”  Job 37:1-5 NLT
\nThe heat and humidity in West Virginia raises the heat index and brings us these amazing thunderstorms. It’s one of the things I always missed in Colorado. Oh, you get storms there...sure. But they don’t sound the same as storms in the rolling hills. There is an echo you just don’t get out west. And I love it!\n

The last couple of days we have been moving some boxes of my “stuff” from my friend Steve’s basement. We got the last load moved yesterday. Good thing, because it rained last night and we would have had to carry these heavy boxes up a hill instead of driving the truck down to the back of Steve’s house. That’s one thing about lawns here. If they’re wet, you sink down in them.

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\"Lightning “Lightning over West Virginia.”

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On the way back from picking up the last load, Mr. FixIt saw a house on fire a little over a mile from the Ponderosa. As often happens in outlying rural areas, the house burned to the ground and was a total loss. Fortunately, no one was at home when it burned so there were no injuries.

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We took he last load out to the farm and no sooner carried the last box in when the electric went out. No wind. No storm. Just off. This, unfortunately, is NOT uncommon. We waited a while and when it hadn’t come back on after thirty minutes or so, we headed home. We stopped and visited neighbors along the way. That’s something I miss from my childhood. Someone was always stopping by to talk. Now, there are whole neighborhoods who don’t know anyone’s name. That’s sad.

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As we were nearing home, I caught a glimpse of lightning in the far off distance. As we got closer, it was obvious a great lightning storm was coming. We stopped on top of the hill so I could video tape the light show. In all my years of photographing nature, I have never caught lightning in a still shot, so I just captured stills from the video and called it good.

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My summer cold is easing up a bit, I think. This thick, humid air doesn’t really help that. The rain is supposed to usher in some cooler weather for the next couple of days, and I’m all for that. ❤️

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\"Lightning “Lightning over West Virginia.”

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\"“Music “Music Pink and Blue” by Georgia O’Keeffe

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““Look at the lilies and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?”  Luke 12:27-28 NLT
\nIt has been over a century since Georgia O’Keeffe first showed her art in New York. Her floral studies look as though you are viewing a delicate flower under a microscope. The languid curves and soft focus give an ethereal beauty to mother nature’s treasures.\n

In 1918, society was absolutely dominated by conservative men. There were few female artists…and none like Ms. O’Keeffe. Her art was interpreted as portraying the female genitalia. She spent the next six decades denying this vehemently. They were merely studies of flowers. However, I can certainly understand why there was this…misunderstanding.

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Georgia O’Keeffe lived in the desert southwest and her art is well known and abundant in the western states. I will never forget the first time I saw one of her paintings and thought it was rather…bawdy. It wasn’t till years later I learned to see what she saw. This particular painting is called “Music Pink and Blue”. I don’t know. It just doesn’t look like music to me. It looks like anatomy.

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Speaking of which, the doctor’s visits continue. I’ve been catching up with my routine healthcare ever since I started on Medicare the first of June. Before that, my insurance cost me nearly $800 a month with a deductible over $7,300! I used it specifically for my medications and for strict emergencies. I put off anything I could for three years till Medicare kicked in. So now I’m playing catchup.

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The older you get, the more things can be wrong with you, it seems. And one test leads to a panel of blood tests which leads to a CT scan and on to a colonoscopy and upper endoscopy. The mammogram went from films, to special compression views, to needle biopsy, and finally to surgical removal of a lump with a biopsy. Lower abdominal pain progressed to a pap and on to a visit with a GYN (hence the Georgia O’Keeffe reference) and colposcopy with biopsies. H.O.L.Y. C.A.T.S. That wasn’t pleasant. Yes…this is probably TMI. However…I tell you these things to illustrate why you should stay current with your routine healthcare and not put it off. Three times, I’ve had things removed that were precancerous. Had I waited longer, it could have crossed over to cancer. Once, I actually had a melanoma but it was in situ which means “contained”. It had not spread beyond it’s own boundaries, thank God.

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When we are widowed, or when we are raising children, or…who am I kidding? Women don’t always take care of themselves at any age because they are busy taking care of everyone else. If you have been putting off getting something checked or you’ve looked it up on WebMD and convinced yourself it is nothing, I’m here today to encourage you to get a complete physical. I know it’s a pain in the butt. I know it can turn out to be expensive. It’s important. YOU are important! And…while you are on interminable hold with the doctor’s office to make that appointment, enjoy this painting of…..a flower. ❤️

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\"just just when I thought it was allergies…it’s a cold.

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“Let all that I am praise the Lord; may I never forget the good things he does for me. He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases.”   Psalms 103:2-3 NLT
\nMy “allergies” turned into a full fledged cold yesterday. That didn’t stop me. We had to pick up two loads of my “stuff” from my friend Steve’s house and take it out to the farm. We had a chiropractor appointment first. Then a couple of errands. Then picking up the stuff.\n

When I made the decision to sell my house, downsized 95% of my personal belongings, and move halfway across the country, it had literally whittled my possessions down to what I felt was the bare necessities. When things went south with my aunt on the farm, I needed to leave and couldn’t take my stuff with me. Enter my dear friend, Mr. Steve. His wife and I were friends in school. She passed away not too long before I moved to WV. When Steve learned I didn’t have anyplace to put my stuff, he suggested I leave it in his basement. That was four years ago. He needs his space back. And I need to face another 5% of stuff and figure out if I need it or not. 

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We spent the better part of yesterday loading up my truck and carting the stuff to the farm. I figure it’s better to have it out there where I have the space to spread out and go through things. I can’t believe I have downsized this much already and I’m still not done. I look at this stuff that I never even thought of over those years. It’s easy to start thinking dumpster.

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And, as I finished the second load, I stretched out on grandma’s bed and promptly fell asleep. When I woke up, I had a fever and I officially have a cold. Ugh. Too much to do to be sick. But I will go to sleep without a fight tonight. ❤️

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\"Senator “Senator John McCain 1936-2018”

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“Good people leave an inheritance to their grandchildren...”  Proverbs 13:22 NLT
\n*****Disclaimer: I removed a blatant political comment from a reader. For one, because we don’t discuss politics here. I am not rewarding that kind of negativity with a response. I am not making a political statement by honoring Senator McCain. I am honoring a man who was a devoted family man...a husband, father, friend. I am honoring a soldier, like Mr. Virgo. I am remembering the sacrifices he made for this country....sitting in a Vietnamese prison as a POW, for one. I may not have always agreed with his politics, but I can still honor a man who reached across the aisles. \n

And lastly, the comment included a slur that I will not ever tolerate on this page. The “r” word. There is no place for that here. 

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I am surprised, and dismayed, at the number of people who have unliked my page this morning…obviously because of this post. I hate that we live in such a divisive society that we can’t tolerate a post that remarks on the death of someone in the political arena that sits on the other side of the aisle. I wrote this as a memorial of sorts. Not only to Senator McCain, but to his family and loved ones who are now members of a club many of us belong to and didn’t ask to join. 

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And to another of Mr. Virgo’s wonderful stories.*****

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I am a liberal Democrat, but I really liked Senator John McCain. He spoke in a no-nonsense way and didn’t mince words. He told it like it was and he wasn’t particularly concerned who’s feathers it might ruffle. 

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When Mr. Virgo and I first started dating, he worked at the Hotel Jerome in Aspen. Every September, Teddy Forstmann…a wealthy NY financier…gathered the best and the brightest from around the world for the Forstmann Little Conference. He was brilliant and chose an eclectic group…from four-star generals to political powerhouses to athletic superstars. All expenses were paid and the guest roster was always super secret until the opening of the conference. No one ever spoke of the contents of the discussions in the room. Mr. Virgo and the manager of the hotel were the only two people on staff who had a high enough security clearance to go inside. And they were sworn to secrecy.

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Mr. Virgo and I had been dating about a year when the conference convened in September 2006. General Colin Powell was in a wheelchair after breaking a leg. Mr. Virgo told me about tripping over him when he was serving and nearly landing in his lap. He was hush-hush about all but one…Senator John McCain. Mr. Virgo was a staunch Republican. We decided early on we were going to just agree to disagree about politics and call it good. He rarely ever brought it up, but this particular night…he came home in awe. He said, “This man needs to run for the Presidency.” He raved about the Senator’s ability to capture a room and mesmerize his audience in his straight-shooter fashion. He couldn’t stop talking about him.

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I liked Senator McCain. He was compassionate yet a maverick as he fought with both sides of the aisle. His sense of honor and duty were exemplary. We’ve known for over a year now that he had an aggressive brain cancer. We knew we would be losing him. His treatments allowed him many months of a better quality of life than he would have had otherwise and that offered his family more time to share with their loved one. As those of us who have lost a spouse know, no amount of preparation ahead of time eases the pain of loss and there is a family out there today that is grieving the death of a great man. My heart goes out to them today and my prayer is for their comfort and strength to get through the coming days, weeks, months without him.

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Rest In Peace, sir. Thank you for your service.

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Senator John McCain 1936-2018

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\"Picnic “Picnic in the park…it’s date night!”

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“Give us this day our daily bread.”  Matthew 6:11 KJV
\nRemember when you were a kid and summer stretched out before you like an endless ocean of fun? I do. We played all over the neighborhood from morning till dusk when the street lights came on. Then you could still be outside playing for a while but you had to be out in front of the house. Finally, mom would call us in and we would drag our seriously sunburned and mosquito bitten bodies in for a much needed bath. If we were really good, we got milk and cookies or a bowl of ice cream before bed.\n

Even though I didn’t own a calendar and I never really payed much attention to time, I always knew when summer was drawing to a close. You could hear the loud “whee-oh-whee-oh-whee-oh” of the cicadas droning in every tree in the neighborhood. There is a constant serenade of night noises in the summer in West Virginia. Our climate is bug heaven. But it was the cicadas, or locusts, that were the harbinger of fall. As we drove around town last night, we heard their incessant buzzing every time we passed a tree. I cannot hear them without having that same back-to-school cozy feeling I got when I was a kid.

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After the adventure yesterday with the smoker and I boxed up the ribs, we stopped at the store for side dishes and headed to the park for live music. It was date night. The ribs were divine, if I do say so myself. I think the pork loin was a little dry. It’s just not my favorite cut. We carried our chairs over and found the perfect spot. You can definitely feel fall in the air. I had to pull on a sweatshirt before the end of the performance. Afterwards, we ran a couple errands and stopped for ice cream before heading home.

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\"Live “Live music in the park!”

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It was really fun smoking the meat yesterday. There was a very long time after Mr. Virgo died that I just did not cook. I couldn’t concentrate and had little appetite anyway. It’s been a lot of fun cooking for, and with, Mr. FixIt. It’s another area of my life where I see healing. I have to clean the smoker this morning before we head to the farm to mow. And the beat goes on…

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\"Colorado\" “The wilderness of Colorado offered me a place of solace to grieve.”

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“Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil.”  Matthew 4:1 NIV
\nWhen Mr. Virgo died and I went alone into the wilderness and backroads of Colorado for three months, I was often faced with views such as this. Vast expanses of wilderness, as far as the eye could see. I could go days without seeing another soul. It was what my heart needed...to walk alone with God. To seek quiet counsel with my Father who could comfort me like no other. To feel free to express my emotions in ways that could release the pain and anguish without constraint. It was all part of the life-altering experience of loss and healing.\n

Pastor Justin spoke yesterday of what happened to Jesus after he was baptized. In Matthew, Chapter 4, Jesus had just been baptized and was led by the Holy Spirit into the wilderness. There, he was met by the enemy who tempted him. After fasting for forty days and forty nights, Jesus was hungry. Satan scoffed at him saying, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.” To which Jesus answered that man shall not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. The devil led him to a high point and commanded Jesus to jump, saying surely God’s angels would catch him and he would not be harmed. Jesus said, “Do not put the Lord your God to the test.” Again, the enemy took Jesus to the highest point and offered to give Him all of the kingdoms if He would just bow down and worship him. To which Jesus replied, and I paraphrase here…Get the heck away from me! I will serve only my Father in Heaven!

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The Pastor brought up a couple of interesting insights that I want to share with you today. First, Jesus was baptized and received the Holy Spirit in the most remarkable way. When we receive the Spirit, we certain feel it to the depth of our soul. We are instantaneously changed…at a cellular level…into a new creation. When Jesus received the Holy Spirit, the sky literally opened up, and the voice of God declared to all that would hear…”This is my Son, in whom I am well pleased.” That had to be epic for those within hearing range. Then, the Holy Spirit was delivered down from Heaven in the form of a dove and landed on Jesus. Can you imagine watching this taking place?

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Then, what was the first thing that happened? Did Jesus get up and say, “Wow…I feel different now.” Did he walk into favor and blessings and immediately start healing people? No. He was led, by the Holy Spirit, into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil.

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This is where we go as well. When we first accept Christ as our Savior, we don’t strut around like we’ve just won Best Actor. We don’t get showered with “super blessings” and everything becomes right in our world. If this is what happened to you, you might want to look back at the sincerity of your proclamation, because what really happens is…we are led into the wilderness. And we are bombarded by the enemy. He tempts us. He lies. He kills. He destroys. We may be bewildered by this because no one told us things were probably going to get mighty difficult when we choose this particular path. Because Satan is threatened by your faith. He hates it. He is jealous. He wants to whisper in your ear and fill you with doubt. We need to do what Jesus did…tell the devil to get away from you. You aren’t having any of this.

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Pastor Justin pointed out…this temptation is a lie. The enemy is tempting you with things you already have. He may tempt you by causing your eye to wander to another when you already have a spouse at home. He may make you envy your neighbor they’re big fancy house when you already have a house of your own. He is offering you things you already have because he doesn’t have anything real to offer you. His offer is death. 

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When I look back at the challenges of the last several years, I see so many moments when I could have chucked it all in, but I stayed the course. Because, you never know when the blessing will come. There have been times in this writing journey that I have asked myself if it is worth it to keep going. Have I already said everything there is to say? Is it making a difference to anyone? It can be tiring. It can be frustrating. I sometimes struggle for a topic. But I listen for the still, small voice. And today, it spoke to me through a reader. In my Sunday Evening Prayer Circle, a reader told me she was praying for me and my ministry here. She said that my words have helped her and made a difference in her life. I’m not saying this to boast. I am saying this to praise the Holy Spirit who moved her to answer the question that I lifted up to God just this morning in church. 

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“Am I doing what You want me to do, Lord?” 

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The answer was, “Yes.”

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\"Brer “Brer Rabbit better stay out of my tomatoes!”

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“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”  2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NIV
\nThe other day when I was out at the farm doing laundry, I sat on the front porch with my coffee and wrote my post. There was a little traffic, but nothing like earlier in the summer so I wasn’t paying any attention. I was gazing around when suddenly, I hear someone whistling. Sound direction can be deceiving with all the woods and hills and hollers so I couldn’t quite tell where it was coming from. I carefully scanned the neighbor’s place across the road to see if they were home but there was nothing. The whistling sounded all the world like it was coming from behind our farmhouse. I sat very still and suddenly I could hear voices. Two distinct voices having a conversation, but I couldn’t tell what they were saying. It only lasted ten seconds or so and was gone. It was quite eerie, but I shook it off and went on with my writing.\n

As I was driving home…suddenly, I heard the voices again. I could catch a word or two, but could not get the gist of what was being said. I checked my phone because it kind of sounded like when you set your phone down but don’t put it on speaker. You can hear the conversation, but not clearly. It wasn’t the phone. I glanced at the radio to see if perhaps it had come on. Nope. It wasn’t the radio. This went on for several minutes. 

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\"Work “Work truck on the two-lane.”

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I was stuck behind one of the pipeliner’s trucks and he was going SO slow. There was a whole line of cars behind me. I was hoping he would pull over and let us all pass, but no such luck. This was a big, boxy truck with a lift gate and tools and outdoor lights…obviously someone who does a specific job at the well sites. As we approached the sharpest turn on the road, he slowed way down and I came up close behind him. There it was again! Only now, it was louder and clearer. One of the voices said, “Where are you?” The other answered back, “I’m driving out 53.”

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I couldn’t believe it. I started laughing out loud. The truck in front of me had a large speaker on top and the driver obviously had it turned on and was talking over the radio to someone! Anyone within a country mile could hear it. He must have gone up the road earlier and that’s what I heard when I was sitting on the porch. I must say, I was quite relieved. I knew this wasn’t a spiritual conversation, so it was good to have an answer.

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Mr. FixIt and I went for a nice walk out the road after supper last night. As I was waiting for him to finish painting a sign for the camper we are selling, I got a good shot of Brer Rabbit here. I don’t know if he was over in our garden or not. Something has been nibbling on our tomatoes. They are about at the end of their growing season, but I hate to lose any. I cooked a big batch of stewed tomatoes on Friday night. Have you ever had creamed tomatoes? Also called tomato gravy. Oh, my gosh….SO good. You just stew your tomatoes till they’re nice and soft. Cook them down a little, then thicken them with a white sauce and serve it over biscuits or toast or even mashed potatoes. Yummmmmmm!

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\"Cool “Very cool tree out the road from the Ponderosa.”

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This really cool tree is out the road from the Ponderosa. I love how it’s growing out of rock that looks as though it’s been stacked in a dry wall. I imagine what kind of animal might sleep in the recesses beneath the roots. Raccoons, perhaps. Fox? Could be. I doubt it’s something like bears, although it is not unheard of to have a sighting in this neck of the woods, but highly unlikely. It was a beautiful day…cooler with intermittent rain showers. I can feel fall coming. It’s whispering down the hollers…”Soon, soon.” ?

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In recognition of our little friend Khloe, who is fighting leukemia, I’m using an orange heart while she is in the hospital getting chemo. (orange is the color for the leukemia awareness campaign) Fight those icky cells, Brave Girl!

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\"Goldfinch\" “Goldfinch on the thistle sock. Life on a farm is full of wonder!”

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“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.”  Isaiah‬ ‭55:12‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nSince the power went off in the middle of doing laundry Thursday, I went back out to the farm yesterday to finish up. The weather is tropical rainforest sticky and more rain is in the forecast. I set up my iPad on my little red café table on the front porch to write while the clothes were in the wash. \n

One thing I have noticed the last few weeks is the drastic reduction in heavy equipment traffic. It’s a darned good thing because there isn’t much left of the blacktop on this old country road. Depending who you talk to, they may or may not repave. They are currently digging up the worst spots and filling the large rectangular spaces with base and gravel. This has eliminated the deepest holes, however it has left the entire road a washboard of gravel and old asphalt. I’m hoping we will get a new road by winter but I’m not holding my breath. I’m just grateful the heavy trucks have pretty much stopped. 

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As I sat on the porch writing this, again I was struck by how deeply I love this old farm. My uncle owns it and I take care of it for him. When I tell him how much I dearly love being here, he just shakes his head and says, “Well, I don’t know why…but I sure am grateful you’re there to take care of the old place.”

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I sat with my coffee and let my eyes run over the landscape. The Jenny Wren in the shrubbery along the creek scolded Boy Cat who was napping beneath the branches. The little Goldfinches flitted in and out to eat from the thistle socks. A Hummingbird buzzed in front of me then zipped out to the feeder hanging on the shepherd’s crook. Mourning Doves balanced on the power line, waiting their turn to scour the ground below the feeders for the seeds the other birds didn’t want. A Buzzard circled silently above, scanning the area for some unfortunate, yet tasty, road kill. The Cicadas and Katydids whirred constantly in the background, reminding me of some terrible case of tinnitus.

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The mail was delivered by the nice lady in the Subaru with the yellow flashing light on top. The air was so thick and heavy with humidity, it felt like velvet. The only saving grace was a breeze…an indication of the coming rain. The incessant drone of a weed eater came from down the road. So many of the neighbors here are aging and can’t take care of their properties like they used to. They die or move away and a newer, less “industrious”, population takes over. Houses decline into disrepair. Weeds take over the previously manicured lawns and gardens. 

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A flash of red caught my eye as a pair of Cardinals swooped in to browse the ground in front of me. A Downy Woodpecker tapped a staccato beat on the dead elm out by the road. It reminded me to see about getting someone in to cut it down before winter. The dryer buzzed and shook me from my reverie. My chores continue. This old farm continues. Life continues to enthrall me here on this journey. And I am grateful for this peaceful moment. ❤️

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\"Summer-fresh “A summer-fresh supper…Silver Queen sweet corn, fried green tomatoes, and Amish potato salad.”

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“Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce.”  Jeremiah 29:5 NIV
\nYesterday we went to the farm to mow and do laundry. Mr. FixIt outside, me inside. We have one of those fancy schmancy washer dryers at the Ponderosa. You know, with the water savings and a gazillion buttons...setting for things I don’t even understand. And, there’s no agitator. Just this little flat, bumpy circle on the bottom. The first time I did laundry here, everything black had white soap residue all over it. It didn’t matter how many times I rinsed, I couldn’t get rid of it. Then, it takes forever to dry a load of clothes. When one load takes a total of three hours, I don’t understand the savings.\n

Mr. FixIt has tried to show me how this thing works, but I just don’t get it. And, since I have to go out to the farm a few times a week anyway, I just take the laundry out there. There’s a regular old Kenmore washer and dryer out there. The water and the gas are free and I can get four loads done in the same time it takes to do one at home, and no white residue on the black clothing. Win-Win.

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Mr. FixIt had finished mowing and was sitting on the porch cooling off while I filled the bird feeders. We walked back in the house. I had just put the last load of laundry in when the power went off, immediately followed by a clap of thunder. It thundered like nobody’s business for an hour and a half. It never rained much but the electric didn’t come back on, so we headed home.

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I’ve been promising Mr. FixIt fried green tomatoes all week. As soon as we got home, he went out to the garden and picked some tomatoes, including some green ones. He shucked the corn while I sliced and batter dipped the tomatoes and slipped them into the electric skillet with hot oil. Dinner was wonderful…one of those quintessential summer meals. Fried green tomatoes, Silver Queen corn on the cob, and Amish potato salad. Another beautiful day in paradise…West Virginia! ❤️

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\"Mamma “Mamma Mia! I’ve always loved what Daughter #1 called ‘Singing and Dancing Movies’.”

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“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”  1 Corinthians 10:31 NIV
\nWe were at the mall the other day and I saw that Mamma Mia 2 was showing. I asked Mr. FixIt if he had ever seen the original and he said he hadn’t. Well, we couldn’t go see the second till he saw the first, so I downloaded it on i-Tunes. We watched it Monday night and he really enjoyed it.\n

Yesterday was mowing day at the Ponderosa and when we were finished, Mr. FixIt asked if I wanted to go see the new movie. Now, this would only be the second time he and I have gone to a movie together. We don’t even watch them at home. Because…I don’t watch TV. I can’t even tell you what the name of the movie was we saw last year. I don’t remember what it was about. All I know is it was LONG and I sat through it thinking of about a million other things I could be doing with that time.

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This is a side effect of my grief. My attention span was that of a hamster. I didn’t read books…I didn’t do crafts or hobbies… and I certain didn’t watch TV other than The Voice and an occasion MASH rerun. Then, this spring, something changed. I picked up knitting again and made a pair of socks. It felt like such a HUGE accomplishment. I am actually reading a book. Slowly…ever so slowly. But I’m reading it. And now this…a movie!

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We had a date! Like real people. We cooled off and cleaned up after mowing and headed to town. We got to the theater just in time to catch some of the previews. We shared a popcorn and a soda. The theater has those reclining seats so it’s just like sitting in your living room…only with a ginormous screen. I felt a thrill of excitement and reached over to squeeze Mr. FixIt’s hand. He turned to me a smiled. He knew this was BIG for me and he was happy for me…and, I dare say, a bit proud. These are such simple things for most people. When you have suffered loss, and grief, these simple things can be monumental…even after five years.

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We both really enjoyed the movie. We both got a little teary-eyed at the end. When we were done, we had dinner at Chik-fil-A. We ran some errands since we were in town, and headed home after dark. It was a real live date! In the big picture, our relationship is still relatively young. It’s important to court each other and have a real date on occasion. Even when you’re retired and you can do pretty much whatever you want. It was a lovely reward for working so hard and something like that doesn’t break the bank. 

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“Mamma Mia…here we go again! My, my, how can I resist ya!” ❤️

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“This is what the Sovereign Lord showed me: a basket of ripe fruit.”\n‭‭Amos‬ ‭8:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nWe went to the class picnic on Saturday and took a whole bowlful of vine-ripened yellow tomatoes...still warm from the summer sun. I gathered them carefully in a bucket, rinsed them to get off the garden dirt and bugs, and sliced them thick. As I held these golden orbs of sweet juicy perfection, I lifted them to my nose to breathe in the smell of summer. I took out the cutting board shaped like an aspen leaf that was a gift from Brooke Allen and staff...my last real job before I took off in my camper for two years or so.\n

I placed the warm tomato on the cutting board and reached for the presentation box where I still keep the cutlery set Mr. Virgo was given by the Ritz Carlton as a reward for his hard work and dedication. I held the handle of the chef’s knife in my right hand, feeling the heft and the balance. I admired the beautiful colors of the inlayed handle…reds, browns, yellows. I remembered his sense of awe and pride when he showed them to me. The blade is sharp and made quick work of the task at hand. I carefully rinsed the knife, dried it, and put it back in its presentation case and placed it in the middle utensil drawer.

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Yellow tomatoes are pure sunshine. They have less acid, it seems. And they were so pretty in the bowl with the red lid. Everyone oohed and ahhhed over them. The salt and pepper shaker was strategically placed next to the slotted serving spoon.

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I stopped at Witten’s Produce Stand Sunday afternoon and picked up four Silver Queen and four bi-color ears of corn as well as four plums and four peaches. I’ll pick up something for the smoker tomorrow so I can try it out before our first big barbecue. There are still lots of tomatoes on so I am going to take advantage of some of the unrepentant ones and make Fried Green Tomatoes. Those are the BEST!

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This is my favorite time of year and I am taking full advantage of the many culinary delights this season brings. I hope you are enjoying summer’s bountiful goodness right now. It will be gone all too soon! ❤️

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\"Great “Daughter #2 with her Great Grandmother that she doesn’t remember.”

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“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭17:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nWhen I was visiting Daughter #2 a few weeks ago, she mentioned she was heading to Texas soon with her fiancé for a family reunion. She was in awe that this family was renting a beach house for a week. A large group were gathering from all around the country to play games, comb the beach, and renew the close relationship they enjoy. These reunions were started by a grandmother who wanted her family to really know each other. The younger generation decided to keep the reunions going after grandma’s death for the same reason...to remain connected by more than DNA.\n

I reminded #2 that I took her to West Virginia as often as I could. We had family reunions, too. But, unfortunately, they all but stopped after the older generation passed away. She didn’t really know my family. That made me sad.

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She sent me this photo yesterday and asked me who was with her. I told her it was her Great Grandmother on my dad’s side. I had a strained relationship with my dad. I also had an aunt on his side of the family that I was extremely close to growing up. I emulated her, modeling myself after her beliefs, likes, and dislikes. I thought she walked on water. As an adult, I came to learn I missed out on getting to know some pretty wonderful cousins because I saw the world through someone else’s lens. I’ve since rectified that and gotten closer to my dad’s side of the family. Unfortunately, that doesn’t change my children’s upbringing.

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Daughter #2 says, “We just didn’t have that kind of family. We didn’t really DO things together.” That is very true. But that doesn’t mean that going forward, we can’t BE that kind of family. We can change this course and I intend to do so, in whatever means I can. I want my children and grandchildren to really know their aunts and uncles and cousins. So, here’s to family…no matter what that looked like in the past. No matter what it may look like in the future. It is the only one we have. ❤️

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\"Outhouse\" “Thank goodness today there are modern conveniences!”

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“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭6:19-20‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nBack in the day, when I was married to Hubby #2 (the doctor), it seemed like every single bug that came along, I got sick. I had a chronic sinus infection that stretched out over two years. Using broad spectrum antibiotics caused my intestinal flora to get out of equilibrium and I developed C. Difficile. That is a bug normally found in the gut, but it’s not one of the good ones. However, it’s really hard to kill. So, the antibiotics killed off the good bacteria and allowed C.Diff to overgrow and that is not a good thing. C.Diff can kill your colon. That’s one of the reasons its important not to take antibiotics when you don’t need them. And that’s why I’ve been left with a wonky gut that gives me fits much of the time and forces me to limit certain foods.\n

Arriving at 65 finally has allowed me to catch up with a lot of deferred maintenance and tomorrow I’m spending a lovely morning with my gastroenterologist. Let’s just say it’s been a busy day and leave it at that. I know this is TMI, but it’s important to have routine healthcare screenings, one of which is a colon cancer screen. I had a precancerous polyp removed in my 30’s. The doctor came in to talk to me and said it was a good thing I had come in when I did or I likely would have had colon cancer by the time I was the recommended age.

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Probably secondary to lifestyle and diet, the age for colonoscopy screening is now 45. More people are getting colon cancer younger. Pay attention to your body. Take care of your health. You only have one you.

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Update: My tests went well. As I predicted, the prep was by far worse than the actual tests considering they give you this marvelous drug called Versed which produces not only sedation, but anterograde amnesia. Meaning, you are definitely sedated but not so much that you can’t assist and follow instructions like swallow, roll over, etc. And, you don’t remember any of it if you’ve had the proper dose. Win-Win! They did find a hiatal hernia and diverticulosis which explains my symptoms. A change in medication, and eating multiple small meals and not eating late should take care of the problems I’ve been having. So good news is…nothing bad! I’ll be back in the saddle in no time! ❤️

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\"Girl “Ahhh…the joy of youth!”

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“Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭3:13-14‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nIf you could go back to a fork in the road of your life, what would you do differently? Was there that one moment that you made a split second decision only to immediately regret it? Or, did you labor over some long term plan that just didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to go? We all have those critical junctures, don’t we?\n

Sometimes life does offer you opportunities for do-overs, but not very often. I’ve had a couple, and the privilege was not lost on me. When I hit the bottoms of my barrel and my second marriage ended, I had an immense opportunity to rebuild my life from the ground up. It was a tremendous amount of work, but it was also tremendously fulfilling.

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Losing Mr. Virgo was a life-shattering experience, but one in which there were incredible moments of personal growth. Again, I completely reinvented myself…I finally explored who I was and what I wanted my legacy to look like.

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The young woman in this photograph is my friend Gail’s beautiful daughter who is traveling all over the world, teaching and learning. I look at what she is doing and marvel at her courage and strength, her stamina…her youth. While hers is not necessarily the course I would have taken, there are things I would have loved to do. I really wish I could have been a doctor. The opportunities with that would have been tremendous.

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Acceptance of what was obviously God’s plan and not my own, shows me I am exactly where He wants me to be. If things were different, I would have my girls, my wonderful son-in-law and his family, my grandchildren. I wouldn’t have gone through the exact circumstances I needed to be who I am today. I wouldn’t have been married to the men I needed to be married to to learn the lessons I needed to learn. I wouldn’t have had Mr. Virgo. I wouldn’t have lost him. I wouldn’t have found love again with Mr. FixIt.

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I love the freedom in this picture. It reminds me of my carefree youth and makes me smile. ❤️

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\"Best “Your wedding day is your ‘Best Day Ever’. But what about attending weddings when you’re grieving?”

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“If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:2‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nWeddings are joyous occasions for family and friends to gather and witness two people joining in a lifelong commitment. Just like baptism is the outward sign of an inward commitment, so is a wedding. Mr. FixIt and I went to his granddaughter’s wedding on Saturday and it was so touching to hear her voice thicken with emotion as they said their vows. Toasts were given, tears of joy were shed, as well as tears of sorrow as the bride’s step-father passed away unexpectedly last summer. My heart went out to her mom...his widow...my sweetheart’s only daughter.\n

There have been times when a wedding cut me off at the knees. After a painful divorce many years ago, a wedding was a slap in the face…a reminder that my marriage had failed. My second to do so, actually. Then, after losing Mr. Virgo, it was a stab in my heart…a huge neon sign that read “You are a WIDOW!” Which, translated meant…”You are not married anymore!” That’s not really true…yet it is. It’s a heck of a place to be in your head.

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I distinctly remember riding a city bus one time after my second marriage ended. There was a couple on the bus…sitting close, holding hands, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. I wanted to literally get up out of my seat and go slap them. After losing Mr. Virgo, my response was different. I wanted to tell every single person who was in a relationship to CHERISH EVERY MINUTE!!! I wanted to lecture them of the sin of taking their person for granted…for not appreciating every single thing, every word, every action the other did.

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Attending a wedding when you are grieving, no matter what the cause, may be difficult. If you feel you just aren’t up to it, then by all means decline. I’m sure most people will understand. If the wedding is for a close family member or friend and you feel you need to go, pace yourself. Take breaks for a bit of fresh air or to go to the powder room. Hopefully, the bride has extended a “plus one” invitation and you can bring a friend for support. (I always encourage brides to extend a “plus one” invitation for widows/widowers as a courtesy. We sometimes need that extra boost of confidence a friend can provide.)

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I am grateful to have come through that and can now attend a wedding…happy for the newlyweds. I can remember the past with less pain and more love. It is such a blessed relief to be in this place of peace. That being said…I was immensely relieved the bride and groom did not choose “At Last” for their first dance. ❤️

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\"Couple “Playing dress up is fun. Mr. FixIt and me…at a wedding.”

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“Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot sweep it away. If one were to give all the wealth of one’s house for love, it would be utterly scorned.”\n‭‭Song of Songs‬ ‭8:6-7‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nOne of Mr. FixIt’s granddaughter’s got married yesterday. I bought an outfit when I was in Colorado. I needed something nice to wear to weddings...including Daughter #2’s when it comes around in the next year or so. It’s nice to have at least one dressy outfit, even though I don’t have very many occasions to dress up anymore.\n

Mr. FixIt came home with his tux the other day. He said he thought he would just dress at home and not bother toting it back and forth but I talked him out of that. First, he didn’t want his backside to look like he’d been sitting in a truck for an hour. And second, it was in the high 80’s…I knew he would be miserable.

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He carried the tux in the church and headed to the room the men were dressing in. I killed time wandering around the church, reading the guest book, and chatting with early arrivals. Then someone said, “Here he comes!”

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I turned around and caught my breath. I’ve never seen him in a tux before. Wow! I knew there was a reason I liked this guy! Don’t men look great in a tux? They are always so dashing and sophisticated…sort of like Sean Connery. I gave him my brightest smile and stuck to him like glue all afternoon.

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The wedding was sweet, the bride was beautiful, the cake divine. The weather was perfect and everyone was happy…beyond the usual wedding day jitters. The Pastor told a story about the Velveteen Rabbit and compared it to marriage. We get older. We get a little worn and frayed around the edges. But we never become more genuinely real than we do when we are loved. What a lovely goal for a new marriage…to love and be loved until we are our most real selves.

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There’s something about weddings. They bring out the sweetness in us. They bring us closer and remind us of what’s important in life. Love. They also remind us of love gone too soon. I always think of Mr. Virgo in times like this. I reflect. And, more often than not, I smile at the memories. ❤️

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\"Hooded “Hooded Warbler”

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“Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith!” Luke 12:27-28 NIV
\nMr. FixIt and I decided to walk up the road yesterday afternoon before we headed home from the farm. The heavy truck traffic from the gas pipeline construction has eased up slightly and the road repair crew had moved back toward the bridge, so walking was a little safer and more enjoyable. I was particularly interested in a mulberry tree down the road. I wanted to check if the berries were ripening so I could make some jam and jelly. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a single mulberry on the tree. Last year at this time is was loaded so the only thing I can figure is the late freezes this spring got them. \n

Just as we headed out for our walk, this beautiful Hooded Warbler darted into the spicebush next to the porch. I have never seen one and had to look it up to find out what it was. What a beauty…and such a sweet little song it sings.

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The photos, in order:

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\"Cicada\" “Cicada”

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As we walked along, I scanned the roadsides for interesting things to photograph. A cicada caught my eye, as did this black and yellow millipede. Creepy crawlies, to be sure. According to projectnoah.org, “Some millipedes emit liquid secretions of hydrogen cyanide gas through microscopic pores, so always wash your hands after handling.” Yeah…like I’m going to be picking THAT thing up! ? 

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\"Flat “Flat Backed Millipede”

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This is the most I’ve revealed of Mr. FixIt. Six-foot-one and sweet as can be. I love this guy! ❤

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\"Man “Mr. FixIt…ooooh, I love this guy!”

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When Daughter #1 brought her future husband to West Virginia to meet the family, we stayed in this sweet little cabin up the road from the farm. It is owned by my mother’s cousin. My aunt called it “Jack-in-the-Pulpit Inn” because of all the wildflowers around. 

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\"Old “Jack-in-tha-Pulpit Inn”…an old log cabin down the road from the farm.”

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Goldenrod or Ragweed made my grandpa sneeze like crazy. He just hated when it came in bloom, but they are so pretty alongside the roadways.

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\"Goldenrod\" “Goldenrod”

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Queen Anne’s Lace is one of my favorite wildflowers. If you look closely, you can see the “Queen’s Heart” in the center.

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\"Queen “Queen Anne’s Lace”

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I have no idea what this little butterfly is. I spend about ten minutes trying to find out and gave up. Anyone know? 

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\"Butterfly\" “Little Brown and Orange Butterfly”

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This one I know…it’s a Tiger Swallowtail.

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\"Tiger “Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly”

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Ahhhh, sweet Honeysuckle vines. When its hot in June, you can smell this from a mile away on a warm summer night.

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\"Honeysuckle\" “Honeysuckle”

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This little guy is a Red-Spotted Purple. People often mistake these for swallowtails, but as you can see…no “tail”.

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\"Red-Spotted “Red-Spotted Purple”

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These last two pictures show the damage to our road from all the heavy equipment running up and down the road all day long. I will be so glad when they get this pipeline and compressor station completed and the pipe liners move on down south.

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\"“Road “Road damage from gas pipeline equipment,”

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\"Road “Deep grooves in the asphalt from six-axle loads of rock.”

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Walkabouts are fun on the farm, and I truly love sharing the beauty with you all. It’s Friday! I hope you are going to do lots of fun things this weekend. Mr. FixIt’s granddaughter is getting married tomorrow so this is a BIG weekend for us. ❤

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\"Simplicity “We were SO fashionable, back in the day!”

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“Anyone who loves their brother and sister lives in the light, and there is nothing in them to make them stumble.”\n‭‭1 John‬ ‭2:10‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nShe sat in front of me in class. We were sophomores...our first year in a huge high school where several classes from various junior highs commingled. We didn’t know each other...yet.\n

We were wearing handmade dresses that day, much like the one pictured here. They were both made from a waffle weave fabric of white daisies with yellow centers on a hot pink background. Very “mod”. Very “flower power”. Very chic, I’m sure.

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She was beautiful. Long, blonde hair, tan, a perky nose and a dazzling smile. I was mesmerized as I watched her fairly bounce into the room. Memories of how she walked into that room have never left me.

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She hadn’t noticed me sitting behind her. She was busy putting her books away and getting settled. Perhaps greeting someone she knew. Her hair was spun gold. I cautiously tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, saw my dress, and laughed…clapping her hands in delight. The sun shone brighter in that moment. I had found my soul sister.

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We quickly became besties. There were lots of slumber parties and sunbathing and curling each other’s hair. There were giggles and tears and shared secrets. There were dreams and gossip and football games. I held her hair back the first time she got drunk on Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill and threw up in my trash can. We were tight.

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My mom adored her, too. Mom loved all my friends. She called them her kids and loved them just like us. But this one was special. This one hung around when I moved on…first to England, then to Colorado. She took my mom in her little convertible sports car to the beach…my mom’s first trip there…a rare treat for her to get away from caring for my brother with cerebral palsy who lived at home. They had a CB radio and mom had a blast talking to the truckers. I was aghast when I found out they pulled up behind a Meadowgold truck and told him “they had the vodka if he had the orange juice”. They pulled into the next rest area and toasted to freedom with a screwdriver and a total stranger. Those two scared me to death, but they just laughed at my scorn. They knew about freedom long before I did. Of course, nowadays one would never do that…at least, I certainly hope not! It’s a different world now but they felt safe back then.

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She went on and went through the typical stuff…divorce, jobs, moves. She finally moved far enough away that it was difficult to visit again. I’ve been to see her a couple of times. We chat several times a week. Mom had promised my brother a trip to see her but she died before they could go. My brother reminded me at the funeral so I promised to take him. Mom had a small life insurance policy. Enough to pay for her funeral with a little left over. I packed my brother up and took him on a long road trip to see our “sister” before I brought him to live in Colorado near me.

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Old friends. My sweet sister-of-a-different mother reminded me we should preserve our memories because in the end, that’s all that’s left you. She sent me a link to Simon and Garfunkel singing “Old Friends” last night. I sat back and listened to the lyrics and closed my eyes. They stung with tears. I haven’t seen her for fourteen years now. We’ve both had trials we’ve gone through that have kept us apart. But, it’s time. Life is so uncertain. We must reunite soon and preserve those memories that bonded us in 1968. “A time of innocence. A time of confidences.”

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youtu.be/snVOxz6fj…

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❤️

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\"Ohio “Finding peace after losing Mr. Virgo is deeper and sweeter than anything I could have imagined.”

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“Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you.”\n‭‭2 Thessalonians‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nAs I sat thinking over what I would write about for today’s post, the word “peaceful” kept playing over and over in my mind. It made me think of this photograph that I took when I was living on high ground overlooking the Ohio River three years ago. I was blessed with the opportunity to park my camper up there and would often sit on the deck overlooking this amazing, peaceful scene. On this particular evening, the light was perfect, the sky was stunning, and everything took on a soft glow as the sun was setting. I will never forget my time spent in this beauty as I healed from the grief of losing Mr. Virgo. It was a time of testing my mettle, as well. I found inner strength I never knew I had as I lived in that camper through a particularly rough winter with no running water and up to a foot-and-a-half of snow at times.\n

I look back on that period of my life and compare it to where I am today and it never ceases to amaze me how different things are now. I have the privilege of caretaking for the family farm. I have this wonderful man in my life who brings me joy every day. I have the ability to travel to see my Colorado family. I have my campers. I still own too much “stuff” but I’m happy with my life as it is.

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The other evening, Mr. FixIt and I were floating around in the pool, holding hands, watching the clouds in the evening sky, listening to the sounds as the night birds and insects began their chorus. He turned to me and said, “This. This right here is perfect.” I knew what he meant. We’ve both longed for this peaceful life and love. We both feel like we’ve won the lottery.

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I could have written about grief last night. I could have written about camping or travel or gardening. I could have written about Colorado or West Virginia or any of the numerous places I’ve been. But, for some reason, all those things seemed to pale against this overwhelming love and peace I’ve been feeling since I got home from my trip out west. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. Being away from Mr. FixIt for three weeks brought into sharp focus just how wonderful our life is together. I love my children and grandchildren and the rest of my Colorado family and friends. But, oh my…there really is no place like “home”. ❤

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\"7 “7 Tips for Seniors. Am I a SENIOR???”

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“Do not cast me away when I am old; do not forsake me when my strength is gone.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭71:9‬ ‭NIV‬
\nOk, I turned 65 in June. No big deal. Got my Medicare card, which is UBER cool. I get discounts (when I remember to ask for them). But that’s the thing...I don’t remember to ask for them. Because, I’m NOT a senior citizen. How could that be remotely possible?\n

Oh, but it is. I looked it up. Google says…in many different places…that you reach senior citizen status when you turn 65. It’s pretty standard because that’s when you start receiving Medicare benefits. At least, for now you do. Uncertainty aside, I rebel at that “senior citizen” label. That’s for “old” people. Right? That’s what I used to think, anyway.

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I saw this chart on Facebook yesterday. It’s all about staying safe in the summer heat. I have noticed over the last few years, my tolerance for heat has been drastically reduced. I also found out that once you have had an episode of heat exhaustion or heat stroke, you are much more susceptible with each recurrent heat exposure. I don’t like this. I used to work outside for hours…gardening, hiking, biking. Nowadays, I’m running for the air conditioning when the temp gets up to 80. And then, ten minutes later, I’m putting on a sweatshirt.

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I remember my grandma sitting down to eat supper and fanning herself with her apron…yelling for someone to open the front door. Ten minutes later, someone had to get up to close it. Over and over. We just don’t regulate our body heat like we used to. And that’s kind of hard to admit when you truly feel 35 in your brain.

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The thing is…and I don’t know if this is power of suggestion or not…I’ve felt my age more since this last birthday than I have any previous ones. I’m sure part of that is caused by catching up with medical procedures that I have been putting off till Medicare started so I didn’t have to pay a huge deductible. I’ve had mammograms and biopsies and surgery and a CT scan. I’m getting ready to see a gastroenterologist and a dermatologist. Oy! That’s enough to make anyone feel “older”.

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So, I guess I’ll cut myself some slack. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends for a long time. I’ve had to focus on health issues for a little bit. I’m sure when I’m caught up and I don’t feel like I’m going to the doctor every week, things will settle down. In the meantime, I have to admit…I’m 65. There really ARE things I have to pay attention to that I didn’t have to when I was younger. But I’m not “old”…I’m aging positively. I’m aging intelligently. I’m becoming informed. And…I get a senior discount. Go ME!!! ❤️

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\"Garden “One day’s harvest of fresh tomatoes! I couldn’t grow this many in a whole season in Colorado!”

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“Then God said, “I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food.”\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭1:29‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nThis is one of the very best things about West Virginia. You can grow just about anything here. The growing season is long, there’s plenty of rain, and the soil is rich. Our tomato plants are producing faster than we can eat these tasty morsels from God. I sent this picture to my son-in-law’s dad yesterday. Ben struggles over his garden, tending his plants with loving care, only to see them be destroyed by drought, hail, and vermin over and over. Sue said the picture would just make him sad.\n

I remember gardening in Colorado. I lost a 2,000 square foot garden to frost on June 23rd one year. I’ve stood inside and watched hail turn my garden into something akin to chopped salad in minutes, leaving nothing but sticks behind. I’ve watch as deer, squirrels, and raccoons snack on my veggies like it’s the salad bar at Shoney’s. It’s terribly disheartening. That’s why I started frequenting farmer’s markets and produce stands. I get the fruits and veggies I want and the farmer gets the money in his/her pocket.

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For as long as I can remember, I tried to make my way back home to live. I envisioned living on a farm, having a big garden, canning and putting up jams, jellies, pickles, and the like. I finally made it, and now I’m 65. Don’t get me wrong…that’s NOT old. Not really. But, oh…I sure wish I could have lived here when I was in my 30’s. When I had the energy to have animals. When I had the strength to build outbuildings and a barn. I could probably have chickens now if I wanted them, but I travel so often, it isn’t practical.

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I love living here. I love how green it is. I love the smell of rain on the air and the wonderful aroma of new mown grass. I love the sounds of the many varieties of birds that live in the woods surrounding the house. I love the crickets and cicadas that fill the night with their high pitched sounds. I love how the hills around you hug you close. I love the sounds of the water rushing down the creek outside the bedroom window after a hard rain. And the rain on the tin roof of the farmhouse. I love what humidity does to my skin…making it soft and supple. Oh, yes…I do so love it here. I love Colorado…I really do. I lived there for 40 years and did learn to love it. And I love and miss my Colorado family. But here? Here, I have come home…to myself. ❤️

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\"woman “Goodbyes are always bittersweet.”

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“The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭37:23-24‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nIt is time. Three weeks ago, the time for my visit stretched long before me. And, in the blink of an eye...it is gone. Today I travel home to West Virginia. Goodbyes are always so bittersweet. Oh, how I miss my babies...big and little. How I miss my brother and the rest of my Colorado family and friends. How I miss being nearby and stopping to visit with Mr. Virgo whenever I want. But it can’t be helped. There are so many reasons why I don’t live in Colorado anymore.\n

The main impetus that led my move to West Virginia was two-fold. Economics made Colorado far out of my housing budget and caring for an elderly family member in my home state seemed appropriate. If I would have known that endeavor would have only last ten weeks, I likely would have done things differently. I may have kept my Colorado house and rented it out. I may not have purchased such a big camper. I may have more evenly split my time between Colorado and West Virginia. But, hindsight being 20/20, it is what it is and I wouldn’t have changed a thing if I could.

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Moving to West Virginia was the path my life needed to take. I needed to feel the freedom of living on my own. I needed to feel the love and connection of caretaking my family farm, which turned out to be the ultimate conclusion of the elder care situation. I needed the social group my hometown afforded me. And, most importantly of all…destiny brought Mr. FixIt and me together! He is such a joy to have in my life and I can’t imagine him not being there.

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One of the downsides to living so far away is the limited amount of time my family has to spend bonding with Mr. FixIt. They don’t feel the connection with him that they felt with Mr. Virgo. You can’t develop a loving bond with someone you have a couple of dinners with over a period of a week or so. I understand that. I just hope they can understand my commitment to him and why I live where I do and not near them. It tears at a mother’s (and grandmother’s) heart when you can’t be near them always. The other side of the coin is, travel goes both ways. So do phone calls and texts and FaceTiming. It’s a new time in our lives. A new adjustment. A new phase.

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I know where they are coming from, though. When my mom lived in West Virginia and I lived in Colorado, it used to drive me crazy. I wanted her to move to Colorado where I could help her more. I wanted her to have access to excellent healthcare. I wanted her close where I could watch over her. I guess what it boils down to is…I wanted more control. (Ahhhh, it always boils down to control, doesn’t it?) My girls saw me struggle to help my mom long distance. They don’t want to have to do that, too. I get that. But, NOW I totally get where my mom was coming from. Whereas I though she was being terribly stubborn and unreasonable, I now see she was living the way SHE wanted to live…WHERE she wanted to live. I wish I could have understood that more at the time. I think I would have been more gentle with her.

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At any rate…I have promises from all my Colorado family that we will make a concerted effort to reach out more and stay connected by the various media channels we have access to. And…my sweet and handsome all-time BEST friend in the whole wide world will be standing in Columbus Airport today welcoming me home with the very best hug on the planet!!! I wouldn’t trade that for ANYTHING!

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Vaya con Dios, Colorado…I’ll be back as soon as I can! ❤

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\"Scripture\" “You are the light of the world.”

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““You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5:14-16‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\n“Everybody’s got tsuris.” So said the late Rose Saliman, my younger daughter’s great grandmother and namesake. Everyone has problems. Everyone has garbage they drag through their lives, adding heaping helpings from here and there till they can hardly move along their path, let alone enjoy it. And when you can finally move away from that, when you unload your baggage and stop dragging it around with you, it’s not only a beautiful thing. It’s a blessed relief.\n

I had lunch with Daughter #2 yesterday. My children and grandchildren are the lights of MY world. It’s nice when they make me feel like a star in their sky. My younger daughter is doing well. She has found her stride. She has found her people. She is happy. That wasn’t always the case. She has struggled all of her life feeling “different”. It wasn’t until the last few years she has been able to put a name to that and grow into who she really is. I saw a peace and joy in her eyes yesterday that I’m not sure I have ever seen before. And that thrills this mom to no end.

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She lives an alternative lifestyle. She has tattoos everywhere. She had such a dark struggle in adolescence. In the depths of her despair, she was a cutter. It was extremely difficult to watch. I cannot imagine the pain she was going through personally. I believe this all stemmed from her inner being not matching her outer self. She didn’t fit in. You and I both know what happens when kids don’t fit in. Add the family strife of divorce, parents with bad coping skills, and the general turmoil of adolescence and it was a volatile mix for my sweet girl.

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To see her today is such a joy. To see the light and life in her eyes lets my shoulders relax a little when I didn’t even realize I was holding tension there. I’m one of the only people, if not THE only person, in our family she can completely confide in and not feel judged or awkward. I don’t always understand or necessarily agree with some of her lifestyle choices, but I can love her and listen to her. I can hold on to her and let her know she is a light in the world. She is built on a hill and should not be hidden…certainly not by me. She is my lovey…my sweet Moon Pie. I’m proud to call her mine.

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As we reluctantly said goodbye after lunch, we hugged for a long time in the parking lot in Cherry Creek. When we finally pulled apart, she held my hand as she stretched away. Suddenly she came rushing back and held me close again, burying her face in my neck. I took a deep breath of her hair and skin and memorized them till we see each other again. My eyes stung with tears. I wish I could have been a better mom to her when she needed it the most. I wish I could have given her everything she needed to grow along the way so she didn’t have to struggle. I wish I could have protected her from all the things that caused her pain. However, if I had been a better mom, if I could have given her every good thing, if I could have protected her from all the things that brought pain to her tender heart…she still would be who she is today. A Tattooed Warrior Princess with some anxiety and depression and a kick-a** determination to thrive. She isn’t ashamed of who she is and I love her for that.

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Goodbyes are bittersweet, but feeling her love filled my heart with an indescribable joy. ❤

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“Whoever gets sense loves his own soul; he who keeps understanding will discover good.”\n‭‭Proverbs 19:8 ESV
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\"Red “Love these cowgirl boots but they’re too small!)

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“The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.””\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭40:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nYesterday was as near a perfect day as I can get without being with Mr. FixIt. My son-in-law’s parents...Ben & Sue...are the most gracious people on the planet. My daughter hit the lottery when it comes to her husband and his family. When I come to Colorado, I stay at the in-law’s house. There’s more room and more privacy. When the kids are busy, Ben and Sue and I hang out. We have our coffee together every morning that I’m not off galavanting around. We often eat dinner together and I always take them out a time or two for dinner...my treat.\n

\"Antique “Antiquing is one of my favorite things to do.”

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After coffee yesterday morning, we had a few hours to kill before we headed to the last day of the swim meet. Sue and I have been planning to go antiquing ever since I arrived three weeks ago and one thing after another got in the way. So, yesterday was the day. We went to a new antique place on Tennyson in Arvada. OMGosh! What an amazing place.

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\"Vintage “Vintage bike”

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From the moment I peeked in the garage door, I was in love. I knew this was my kind of place. Not overwhelmingly stocked like so many antique stores. I don’t particularly like “smalls”…those little tchotchkes you have to dust. The Tennyson Antique Warehouse had lots to look at but it wasn’t so busy you couldn’t concentrate.

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I met a delightful couple in the antique shop.  Leslie and Deana have been married ten years. They sell antiques in a small area of the shop. Deana is from Virginia so we had a lovely chat about the Appalachian Mountains and the Blue Ridge. You know how you meet some people and you just understand them…who they are, where they’ve been? That was how it was with these two. I hope we stay in touch.

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\"Vintage “I remember watching cartoons on a set similar to this.”

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As I wandered around, I came across a Victorian chamber toilet. It has a porcelain bucket for emptying. The lid closes and a mechanism moves and deposits some sort of deodorizer into the potty. Probably lime or some sort of perfumed concoction, I imagine. I’ll have to do some research. This wonderful find will go in my ‘67 Franklin…”Joy”. For now, it will reside in the basement here until I bring Joy cross country…hopefully next summer.

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\"Victorian “My new-to-me Victorian chamber pot for my ‘67 Franklin camper.”

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After antiquing, and a quick light lunch at Panera, we hightailed it up to the aquatic center to watch Big swim the mile. She added ten seconds to her time and came in last in her heat. She was devastated. She is a sprinter and couldn’t believe she qualified for the mile in the first place. But to be trounced really stung. She cried it out in the shower and picked herself up beautifully. A wonderful lesson…both for her and for me. Being an elegant loser is a sign of good character.

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\"Grandma “Grandma Lois and me. Today is her 89th birthday!”

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The kids left for vacation right after the swim meet so us “old folks” hit the early dinner at the barbecue place. Then we went to visit the matriarch of the family. Grandma Lois turns 89 today! It was a beautiful, beautiful day! Such wonderful memories. ❤

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\"Wounded “I shopped till I dropped!”

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“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭4:16-18‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nYesterday was my special day with Big. She is fourteen so our yearly one-on-one is normally focused on fashion. Our trip to the mall began at the opening bell and ended at 3:00. That’s five hours of walking from one end to the other and back...several times. My suddenly sixty-five year old knee said, “What are you doing to me??? Get thee to a restaurant!”\n

Big and I took our time over huge yummy salads at California Pizza Kitchen. We discussed her upcoming entry into high school. We talked about making our visits really count since I only get one a year. We promised to text, call, and FaceTime more often to stay connected.

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This little gal is quite the shopper. She searches for the best deals and gets a ton of stuff for her money. She is stylish, yet conservative. Being a swimmer means you have broad shoulders so shirts and jackets don’t always fit well. She was thrilled with her purchases and I was thrilled to have that alone time with her. She is such a good person.

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I came home and stretched out and when I woke from my power nap, my knee was really hurting. Ice and naproxen and rest. What on earth has happened to my body? I turned sixty-five. It’s like anything else…it breaks down the week after the warranty expires. Oy! ❤️

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\"Container “Michelle uses livestock tanks as elevated garden containers.”

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“and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom, with understanding, with knowledge and with all kinds of skills— to make artistic designs for work in gold, silver and bronze, to cut and set stones, to work in wood and to engage in all kinds of artistic crafts.”\n‭‭Exodus‬ ‭35:31-33‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nYesterday’s post didn’t have very many pictures to illustrate my descriptions of Michelle’s lovely home. Michelle was kind enough to send me several photos so I could run a “Part Two” of A Gal About Town.\n

\"Flower “A faux wall hides an unsightly electric box. It is adorned with a salvaged window and shutters from the family farm in Kansas.”

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She and I have decided we could give Joanna and Chip Gaines a run for their Magnolia money if we, too, had an adequate staff and unlimited resources!

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\"Outdoor “A repurposed farm table and vintage metal chairs creates an outdoor dining space underneath a string of market lights.”

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Isn’t this backyard oasis inviting? We sat out here for hours till the sun started to set and the overhead strings of market lights turned on automatically.

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\"Garage\" “Repurposed materials adds visual interest to a garage makeover.”

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\"Corrugated “Even the ceiling gets a makeover to hide extra storage.”

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\"Antique “An antique refrigerator doubles as winter boot storage.”

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And who wouldn’t want this gorgeous garage remodel that created a unique “maker space” for the ever creative Michelle? Architectural salvage pieces mixed with family heirlooms make for an eclectic view.

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\"Garage\" “Antiques perched atop a modern refrigerator and freezer.”

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\"Maker “Stunning “maker space” in Michelle’s garage.

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To top it off, we get the name of the wonderful olives we nibbled on as dinner was cooking. We drank “mocktails”…non-alcoholic concoctions made with coconut water mixed with the juice of a whole lime. Next time I’m asking for salt on the rim!

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\"Olives\" “The BEST olives!”

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I hope you enjoy the added photos Michelle sent me. Several of you asked for more so I created part two of yesterday’s post. ❤️

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\"EMDR “EMDR reprograms your brain.”

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“Behold, I will bring it health and cure, and I will cure them, and will reveal unto them the abundance of peace and truth.”\n‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭33:6‬ ‭KJV‬‬
\nA little over five years ago, I sat on a stool in the corner of an emergency room and watched them do CPR on my husband. It went on FOR-EV-ER. Stop. Start. Shock. X-Ray. Start. Stop. Check. Shock. Over and over and over. I sat with my hand clasped over my mouth to keep from screaming. I wrapped my feet intricately around and through the legs of the stool to keep from jumping up and running away. My shoulders slumped...my free hand dug into my thigh so I could feel something other than horror. And all of that...all of the valiant efforts, all of the shouts for more drugs, all of the hustle and bustle and orchestrated chaos could not save him. He died in spite of the best efforts of the Western Slope’s best and brightest. He died. And I could do nothing to stop it.\n

I ran away in my camper for three months. I busied myself. I “dated” a guy which turned out to be more about putting a tourniquet around my bleeding heart than it did about “love”. It had nothing to do with love. It had everything to do with escape. Then, one sunny afternoon at a fair in the park, a gentleman standing nearby choked. Like, Heimlich Maneuver choked. And I was frozen. Instead of jumping in as I had been trained to do…as I was certified to do…a movie started playing in my head as I stood in the park. Suddenly, I was back in the ER, sitting on the stool, watching them do CPR on my husband. It went on FOR-EV-ER. I mean, I KNEW I was in the park. So why was I “seeing” this rerun?

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The rerun scared the crap out of me. And, I immediately associated it with a medical emergency…both my husband’s heart attack and the gentleman choking on chicken. I began to dread what might happen if there was a real emergency and I couldn’t step up to the plate. I avoided being in situations where someone could get hurt or sick or…God forbid…NEED me. I suffered wave after wave…not only of grief, but also anxiety. To the point of vomiting uncontrollably for hours. Simply put, I was a mess.

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I went to see my doctor and asked her if she could recommend a grief counselor. And when I first talked with her, she said, “Ginny, I think you have PTSD.” She told me she wanted to do something called EMDR on me. Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. It is THE most accepted PTSD treatment. Normally, when we experience a disturbing event, our brains process it and file it away neatly in it’s appropriate folder in our memory bank and life goes on. But, when the event is associated with trauma…like watching prolonged CPR…something happens in the filing process and the memory gets stuck. It is like a video playing on a continuous loop…over and over and over. The thought becomes intrusive…meaning, unbidden. Uncontrollable. It creates fear. And it is terribly distressing.

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After the first EMDR treatment, the improvement was extraordinary. It’s non-invasive and is accomplished so simply. You sit in a comfortable chair, You conjure up the image that is giving you the most trouble…no matter how painful it is. You hang onto that thought while watching the practitioner move her finger back and forth, back and forth, back and forth across your field of vision. You follow her finger with your eyes. The rapid eye movement actually reprograms your brain. It can make the memory fade. It can change it into something else. It can process it and let it go into the file with all the other memories. And it can release you from the pain of seeing it over and over and over.

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I really did well. My anxiety level was lower. I had few, if any, real panic attacks. I still dealt with grief waves, but not the horrifying repetitious movie starring CPR. Then, about a year and a half ago, I started having episodes of anxiety again. About once a week or so, I would spend the night sick as a dog. I couldn’t keep anything down. I began to dread going places. I began to fear medical situations again. What began slowly, started cranking up more and more and with every insult to my central nervous system, it got worse. Surgery cranked it up. The episode with my aunt with dementia cranked it up. Flying cranked it up. Being away from Mr. FixIt cranked it up. I texted my grief counselor, Karen, and told her I thought I needed an EMDR tuneup so we scheduled it to coincide with my trip this week to visit my brother.

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As I caught up with her yesterday, I told her about Mr. FixIt and how happy we are. We talked about all the really good, positive changes that have come into my life. Then she asked what happened a year and a half ago that started the cycle again. I told her about the car accident. She asked what it was about that that triggered me and I surprised myself by bursting into tears. I sobbed and covered my face.

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“I thought I killed her!” I cried.

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“Who?”

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“The young girl in the backseat! Her head was lolled over, her face was bloodied. Her mama cradled her head in her hands and begged her to wake up. The man who was driving ran at me screaming, “You killed her! She was supposed to turn 17 this week!!!””

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I sobbed and Karen put her hand on my knee.

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“Oh, Ginny…that had to be terrifying.” She comforted me with her soft, caring voice. “I think that’s it. I think that is what has prodded your PTSD awake.”

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Just like grief, you don’t get “cured” of PTSD. It can raise it’s ugly head just like unexpected waves of grief can overtake you at any given moment.

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We did a session of EMDR. We repeated it eight times or so. With each subsequent series of back and forth movements, it felt as though someone were turning down the volume knob like a radio in my brain. The first series resulted in me feeling immediately calmer. The second made me feel like I had taken a step back and I wasn’t sitting in the driver’s seat of the truck. I was in the back seat. The third set had me standing behind the truck. The fourth set had me even further behind the truck…like zooming out on a long camera lens. I was surprised by the fifth set. I had a flash of the young girl going to prom. The implication being…she was fine and healthy. Each subsequent set of movement took me further and further into this relaxed, soft, safe place. It is remarkable something so simple can have such a huge impact.

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I had not cried about the accident up to that point. I had not processed, or even acknowledged, the trauma of thinking I had killed someone. Of being verbally and physically challenged by the other driver. And we all know that unprocessed trauma, like unprocessed grief…festers. It does not serve us to grit our teeth and white-knuckle our way through these episodes. From now on I will be proactive and get the help I need instead of trying to handle it on my own. I can’t tell you how much better I feel. When I got home from the mountains yesterday, my son-in-law’s dad made the observation that even my voice was different…relaxed, easy, slower. There is no shame in admitting you need help to work through something. We women think we are supposed to have it all together. I told a friend the other day that I just want to be normal. She smiled and said, “Sweetie, you ARE normal. Everybody has something they have to deal with. What you want is perfection!’ Ahhhh…she knows me well.

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None of us are perfect. Ask for help if you need it. Don’t try to just get by with a stiff upper lip. Just “getting though it” is no way to live. ❤

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\"Rain\" “What is this wet stuff???”

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“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭ESV‬‬
\nI was sitting with my friend, Terri, yesterday when I heard this loud roaring noise. At first, I thought the air conditioner had gone on the fritz. I looked out the window and saw sunshine so I knew it wasn’t rain. I looked around, puzzled. Suddenly, everyone jumped up and ran to the windows. Rain! It really was raining. And pretty darned hard, too. Since the sun was out, there was an impressive rainbow. But do you think I ran and got my camera to document the event? Oh, heck no! I might have missed the whole storm. And rain is NOT something you want to miss in this semi-arid climate.\n

Colorado is parched. The grass crackles under your feet. Miss one day watering your plants or lawn and you have nothing but pale straw colored spikes. You know it’s a dry summer when the headline on the news alert coming out of Denver is “IT’S RAINING!” The other night, my son-in-law’s dad got the call…there would be no more water in the ditch. They own shares in the irrigation ditch…along with a gazillion other people. The ditch hasn’t dried up in years. I hope what little bit of rain we received here yesterday will help ease the fire danger. These people don’t live with “IF” when it comes to fires. They live with “WHEN”. It’s scary.

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I visited Mr. Virgo’s grave again. I cleared away the old decorations and try as I might, I couldn’t find anything to replace them. I’ll clean up the cross and put it back on his grave before I leave tomorrow. As I sat there talking to him, I told him it was time to order his headstone. I just haven’t done it. It’s the “last thing”. I thought perhaps I was being remiss in not getting this part done. But I have been assured by many others I’m not alone. I mean, I’m in a new relationship. I’m happy. Mr. Virgo would be thrilled that I am living my life. Setting that headstone is sealing the past in the past. I’m ready to do that now. As soon as I told him I was going to order his stone, the bluebirds came. They circled around and around…a dozen or more of them. I laughed and said “Ok, Ok…I see you!” When I finally pulled out of the cemetery, the bluebirds followed along beside my car all the way down the hill. It was stunning! I left feeling optimistic…and somewhat relieved. I’m ready. ❤️

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\"Nana “Little & Me”

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“For by me your days will be multiplied, and years will be added to your life.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭9:11‬ ‭ESV‬‬
\nI make it a point to spend one-on-one time with the grandchildren when I visit them in Colorado. Little is my “maker” so yesterday we baked her daddy’s birthday cake. She “painted” on the iPad for quite a while. Then she stayed the night with me over at her paternal grandparents’ house where I stay when I am here.\n

I love the frankness of this child. She tells long tall tales but she also speaks truth that cuts to the chase. She has a way of feeling great empathy and is forever the champion of the underdog. She made me promise to take her to church while I am here. We listened to praise music as we drove around yesterday.

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Today will be spent doing some sort of art project…not sure what yet. Tonight we celebrate several birthdays and an anniversary. I head to the mountains again this weekend for a good visit with my brother. Just about every day of the rest of my trip here is spoken for. It will be over before I know it. But, we’re making memories here, and that’s the name of the game! ❤️

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\n\"The\n
    “The Legend if the Pillar of Truth”
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“Now, faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1 KJV
\nOnce upon a time, in a beautiful palace in Heaven, the was a crystal pillar resting on a stand. It was The Pillar of Truth. There were no flaws within this crystal and every angle reflected the perfect truth to its observers. This was a cherished object in Heaven. There were a band of angels whose job it was to polish this stunning pillar til it glistened in the sunlight that filtered into the palace.\n

On occasion, a novice pillar polisher would be needed and some young angel would get the opportunity to become an apprentice. This was a great honor, as all of the truth was held within this stone. The angels took their assignment quite seriously.

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One day, a new novice crept into the pillar room to gaze upon the glorious piece. She couldn’t get enough of it during the long hours of polishing so she had to come in alone while the other angels were sleeping. As she stared into the depths of the crystal, she felt she could literally reach inside and learn vast, great things. She reached out and placed her hand on the cold surface and could feel the energy within. She was mesmerized. When she finally pulled her hand away, she could see a distinct smudge on the surface and she was appalled. She whipped out her polishing cloth and rushed forward to wipe away the mess she had made.

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As the little angel plunged forward, her toe caught on the hem of her robe and she stumbled into the pillar. It rocked and tipped. She stood there and held her breath, hoping it would right itself, but instead…the great Pillar of Truth tipped over, crashing onto the marble floor into a million gazillion tiny slivers. Oh! What ever was she going to do? Surely the sound of the great crash would bring the other angels running in any minute! She ran to the closet and grabbed a large broom and began to sweep the tiny shards out the door of the palace where they fell onto the surface of a cloud.

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As the slivers built up within the cloud, moisture began to gather on them and just as the last dustpan full of shards were dropped onto the cloud, a great strike of lightning and clap of thunder resounded throughout Heaven and a heavy rain began to shower earth.

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As the rain came down, everyone on earth came out to look in awe, because every drop of rain held a rainbow…a prism of light reflected off the tiny slivers of The Pillar of Truth. They held their faces up to the warm rain and when they did so, the tiny shards from the pillar pierced their eyes. They felt no pain, but they knew something was different. They knew, without a shadow of a doubt that what they saw, what they knew, what they had learned, and what they believed was THE truth. The ONLY truth

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And this is how it happened that people all over the world, in every walk of life, in every faith, with every dogma came to believe that their way was the ONLY way. That others were wrong if they believed differently. This perceived “truth” fractured the world and caused deep rifts between the many factions of society.

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I am a Christian. This is how I identify. I love the Lord. I follow Him as best I can. I know I will differ with some. There are many paths in this world. I choose the one with Jesus. I am willing to share mine. I am willing to learn of yours. And, I will not ever tell you you are wrong and only I am right. As far as I know, there has not been a team of investigative journalists go to Heaven, document how it all works, and come back with the evidence. For me, personally…I have faith that there is a Heaven. I believe Hell is the complete absence of God…a place I have been and never wish to return to.

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Every branch of Christianity, every walk of faith thinks their way is the only way. They all have a shard from The Pillar of Truth in their eye. What is the exact answer? This is where faith come in. ❤

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\"Officer’s “Officer’s Gulch”

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“On the glorious splendor of your majesty, and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭145:5‬ ‭ESV‬‬
\nIt was a quick over night trip but much was accomplished. After having a trying day on Sunday, yesterday was lovely. I stayed over with my brother friend and we talked till late. I felt much better with his perspective and listening ear. He fixed me Costa Rican coffee yesterday morning. We sat on the back deck with the beautiful views.\n

My rental car, a VW Tiguan, got excellent gas mileage…36.3mpg on the highway. Not bad for mountain travel.

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I chilled out at a mountain campground waiting for my friends Linda and Jim to return from town.

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I visited a mountain lake and spent a good time meditating.

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And I saw the remnants of the Basalt fire before I headed back to Denver.

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We cannot avoid the messes in life. But we can decide how we’re going to deal with them. I came out of that round feeling much better, all told. I just needed some time in nature. ❤

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\"Popsicle\" “There’s nothing more soothing than a Popsicle when you are recovering from surgery!”

\n
“For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, declares the Lord...'”\n‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭30:17‬ ‭ESV‬‬
\nI cannot remember a time in my life that didn’t include Popsicles. One of my earliest memories is my mom breaking a twin pop to share with my brother on a hot summer day. Orange was always my favorite, but grape runs a close second. Or is it cherry? I never liked banana. Other than that, it was fair game.\n

As I was recuperating from this surgery, some things became apparent to me. The last time I had surgery was in 1999 when I had my sinuses done. Not a pleasant surgery with nasal splints and sleeping sitting up in a recliner. But still, I was 46. It was a relative walk in the park. As we…ummmm, “ripen”…we don’t bounce back quite as fast as we used to. Anesthesia and 3-4 Vicodin over a 24 hour period and I was toast. The pain was well-controlled, but I just hate the feeling narcotics gives me so I switched to Tylenol. Everything was going along pretty well, except I was really tired. Then, Monday night the pain hit. A burning, stabbing pain deep in the area where the tumor was removed kept me awake all night. I finally drifted off around 5:00am and slept a couple of hours.

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As I lay there awake, I read the Bible, did my devotionals, caught up with everyone on Facebook, chatted with my son-in-law’s mom in the middle of the night, and Googled “pain after excisional biopsy of the breast”. It seems to be pretty normal to get to the fourth or fifth day and start feeling some pretty significant twinges in the surgical area. For one thing, all the numbing and anesthesia is completely gone. Things are starting to knit back together and that means some nerve pain as you heal. The area where my tumor was is directly behind the nipple and that is some pretty tender territory. Remember nursing? That little baby latching on with jaws of steel could send you through the roof. Imagine getting sliced and diced in that general area and no sweet baby to distract you.

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I gave up trying to sleep and headed to town with Mr. FixIt for several errands. When we were finished, we went to the farm so he could finish mowing. I spoke with my uncle on Monday and he and my aunt (his and my mom’s sister) are coming Thursday for an overnight visit. I needed to get the house in tip top shape for company so I spent the afternoon fixing up the three beds with fresh sheets, airing out the house, and sweeping up a winter’s worth of dead Asian Lady Bugs in the upstairs bedrooms. I washed bedding and fluffed and primped everything to perfection. I’m really looking forward to them coming and staying the night. It’s my first family company since I took over the caretaking duties at the farm. This is the aunt who lived at the farm for years and it is her first visit back since she went to live with her brother. I want her to enjoy it and feel pampered.

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I’ll make them some yummy treats for Thursday. His favorite is yellow cake with penuche frosting. Hers is butterscotch pie. I’m so excited to see them! We’ll drive up the new road behind the farm that goes out to the compressor station they are building. That might be bittersweet for them. I know it is for me.

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And now, the news we have all been waiting for. I received my biopsy report yesterday. The tumor was indeed a fibroadenoma. It is the most common benign breast mass. Benign = NOT CANCER! The other day I was talking about when I was prayed over and anointed. And it turns out to be benign. I want to point out something. Yes, God can still heal. He can perform miracles. AND…there are plenty of wonderful, GOOD Christians who pray faithfully and they still get cancer. Cancer doesn’t play favorites. It doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, black or white or any other color of the rainbow. It doesn’t care if you’re a Christian or a Jew or a Muslim or an atheist. It doesn’t care. Something triggers cells to multiply abnormally. It’s as simple as that. My faith tells me God can answer prayers. And sometimes…unfortunately…the answer is no and a bad diagnosis comes. It is one of the horrible thieves that rob us of life and health. I am very grateful that my (and your) prayers were answered in a positive way. Thank you so much for caring. Now I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Just rest and heal and head to Colorado in a week!!! ❤

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\"Feather\" “Your focus will dictate how you fare in this life.”

\n
“The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, O Lord, endures forever. Do not forsake the work of your hands.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭138:8‬ ‭ESV‬‬
\nMedication.\n

Meditation.

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The difference is in the focus. Where we put our energy. Where we let our thoughts go. What we believe will work.

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I opted for the “quick fix” back in the day. I had an inordinate amount of trust in doctors and Western Medicine. I trusted in the diagnosis. I was younger. More naive. I craved escape. I was afraid. Of everything…life, love, and losing it all. And, consequently…I nearly did.

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When we are faced with life’s troubles, we have choices. We can run and hide. We can deny and bargain. We can grit our teeth. We can escape in the clouds of drugs and alcohol. Or, we can face the truth, stand as tall as we can, and surrender to a higher power than ourselves.

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Control. Oh, we do so want control, don’t we? We want to control the process. We want to control the outcome. We want to control the pain. But we don’t really have the control when it comes to circumstances. It’s life. It’s messy. It’s sometimes hard. It’s oftentimes more beautiful than we have words to describe.

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I remember when I first started recovering from the overdose and subsequent divorce. I bought self-help books. I was confused by terms like “boundaries” and “values”. I questioned my purpose in life. I struggled along for four years trying to get a handle on how to be a “normal”, functioning adult. Then my mom died and I turned from the self-help section to God. I was obviously not helping myself very well. I needed help from the Master. I bought The Purpose Driven Life and things started to change for me. I have come to realize the bottom line is…if you have a pulse, you have a purpose. And if you listen, God will tell you what that purpose is.

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I’m being gentle with myself this week. This was NOT a big surgery. I’ve had much, much worse, but I wasn’t sixty-five then. I can’t control my age or my body’s reaction to anesthesia and medication. I can control my response. I can rest and pray and meditate instead of medicate. Each day is better than the one before it. ❤️

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\"Freedom “Let Freedom Ring!”

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“For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.”\n‭‭Galatians‬ ‭5:1‬ ‭ESV‬‬
\nI just finished writing July’s post for the Sisters on the Fly blog. I wrote about the many freedoms we are blessed with beyond Independence Day. The audience for that blog is women campers. There is a certain reservation in my writing there as I am paid to do so. Therefore, I am somewhat constrained in my topics. I always check in with them ahead of time, find out what their theme of the month is, and write accordingly. It’s not like this blog where I speak my heart and my truth. So I’ll write the “Marshmallow Ranch” version of that blog here.\n

Independence Day. The 4th of July is coming soon. Images of family gatherings, cookouts, baseball games, fireworks. That’s what it’s all about, right? Well, yes…and no. In 1776, our forefathers of this nation set forth a document that outlined our beliefs pertaining to our independence from Great Britain. Man made laws that apparently gave us our freedom. However, we were given freedom long, long before this document was drawn up. At least…we were given the choice.

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We were given freedom from the weight of our past. Our sins. I am reminded of a weight I used to carry that I finally put down eighteen years ago. In the ‘80s and ‘90s, I had a problem. I was a doctor’s wife and as such, I was highly over treated medically. I was given drugs freely and when I cried out for help, I was stifled. I was given more drugs and more drugs. I took up drinking with a vengeance. I was dying as fast as I could and it wasn’t fast enough so I took two bottles of pills and almost finished the task.

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Thank God, I am a different human being now. I got the help I needed. I found the people who listened. And I got away from the situation that sent me down that path. On occasion, I get a reminder of what that life was really like. Case in point…I had surgery on Thursday and was given a narcotic pain reliever. In such a case, I will take these…reluctantly. But, let me tell you…I am EXTREMELY cautious. I do not like how they make me feel. I don’t like the fuzziness. I don’t like the disconnection from my surroundings. I hate the dry mouth and the upset stomach. And I hate the feeling I get when I stop taking them. Even just taking them for 24 hours, I feel a sinking darkness that comes over me. For the life of me, I cannot understand how I could have taken so much of this stuff back in the day. I couldn’t function. I wasn’t participating in life…in the lives of my family. It is just a sad reminder of what we all went through because a referral pattern is a terrible thing to waste. I was a doctor’s wife, after all. His colleagues had to go above and beyond. It was a brutal time.

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I will not submit to the yoke of slavery that drugs and alcohol brought into my life. I am judicious in my choices and stand firm in that because quitting was, aside from losing Mr. Virgo, the most difficult thing I ever had to do. Not the quitting itself. I was delivered from that immediately. Navigating the devastation it left behind in my family was where I struggled. It was horrible for everyone involved. I am grateful for this new life…this healing I was given when I gave up and asked Jesus to take over. I will celebrate my Independence Day as January 6th…the day of my overdose. The day I stepped into the void and came out again. Let freedom ring! ❤

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“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:17‬ ‭ESV‬‬
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\"Ice “Ice Cream and Miracles!”

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“When that day comes, you won’t ask me any more questions. I can guarantee this truth: If you ask the Father for anything in my name, he will give it to you.”\n‭‭John‬ ‭16:23‬ ‭GW‬‬
\nThe doctor came in and said all the worrisome tissue was removed and from his experience, he was sure the tumor is benign. No lifting or raising my arms for a few days. No shower for 48 hours then just gentle cleansing for two weeks. The skin was closed with SuperGlue with dissolving stitches in the layers below. No riding mower, pool, or hot tub for two weeks. I have to wear a tight sports bra for support and compression for the next few weeks.\n

On the way home, there was a terribly hard rain with localized flooding. We went north to take the interstate and avoid the flooded roads in town. As soon as we pulled on the highway, it started raining so hard the windshield wipers could not keep up. There were cars pulled off with their flashers on. We turned ours on and crept along. I grabbed the cross I have hanging in the truck and said, “Jesus! Take this storm away!!!” I kid you not, we didn’t drive fifty more feet and the sky immediately lightened up and the rain nearly stopped!

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We stopped on the way home and bought ice cream. The surgeon told me he had injected the surgical site with lidocaine so it wouldn’t smack me with pain when I first woke up. By the time we got home it was wearing off, so I ate my ice cream, took a pain pill, and went to bed. The pathology report will be back by the middle of next week then I follow up with the surgeon a couple of days before I head to Colorado.

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When we got home, there was NO water in the basement!

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Thank you all so much for your love and prayers.

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God is SO good!!! ❤️

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\"Flying “God is the tail of my kite…He anchors me.”

\n
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”\n‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭11:1‬ ‭KJV‬‬
\nWhen I was a little girl, my daddy always brought me a paper kite at the beginning of summer vacation. It was in a long, narrow plastic sleeve. You got two flat sticks, one long...one shorter...with slots cut in each end. You got a sheet of thin paper and some string. You fastened the two sticks in a cross shape first. Then you stretched your string around from end to end of the sticks, making a kite-shaped frame. You laid the frame on the paper and folded the edges over the string and glued them closed. Once the glue was dried, you attached string loosely from top to bottom and from side to side so you had something to attach the kite to the kite string with. The last thing you did was affix a tail. They didn’t give you this. You usually used some scrap material you had handy. You tore the material into two or three long strips about an inch wide. You cut one or two of the long strips into shorter pieces...maybe 4-5” long. These you tied every 6 inches or so down the long strip. Then you attached that long strip to the bottom of your kite and it became the tail.\n

Have you ever tried to fly a kite without a tail? You can’t. The wind picks it up then it goes around and around in frantic circles until it crashes down to the ground. My dad taught me you had to have an anchor so your kite would fly high and true.

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Life is like that, isn’t it? You need something to anchor you in life or you just go around and around in circles. I spent a lot of my life unanchored. I crashed and crashed and crashed…over and over. I have heard it said, “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.” If this is true, how many of us are “insane”?

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The secret to flying a kite successfully is letting go. You send the kite up in the air till the wind catches it, then you hold on to this little, tiny string. Not too tight…not too loose. You let the string out as the wind lifts the kite higher and higher. The anchor kept the kite upright and steady.

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In my life, I found the only logical thing to do was to make God my anchor. It was He who was the most reliable. He wasn’t going anywhere. I had to participate. I had to hold the string and keep a watch on it as best I could. I had to do what I could to steer it from hazards like trees and electrical wires. I had to learn when to let it out, and when to reel it back. But, I had to let go of the tail. I had to let God do His thing so I could fly high and strong.

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Today, I am having surgery. It’s not big deal, really. It’s called a “wire-guided excisional biopsy of the right breast”. This lump will be removed and sent to the lab where it will be prepared and observed under a microscope. The pathologist will review the slides and a diagnosis will be given. I am firmly convinced it is benign and we are just exercising an abundance of caution. That being said, no surgery is without risks and I will be getting general anesthesia. I’m not worried though. Because…I understand the risks, I have confidence in my doctors, and I have a really strong tail on my kite. God has this. If it’s good news…awesome. I’m done with it and can get on with my life. If it’s bad news, then God will use whatever comes my way to teach me, mold me, humble me, and remind me to come to Him when things are hard. It really is that simple.

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I know this because I have faith. ❤

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\"Blueberry “The blueberry bush on The Ponderosa.”

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“Make no mistake about this: You can never make a fool out of God. Whatever you plant is what you’ll harvest.”\n‭‭Galatians‬ ‭6:7‬ ‭GW‬‬
\nMr. FixIt has a blueberry bush. I’ve never raised blueberries, nor have I seen a blueberry bush. But, he has one and he’s darned proud of that thing. He’s been babying it for years. He had a cage around it to keep the birds and deer away from his beloved blueberries, but over time, the wood rotted and the gizmo collapsed over the winter. This spring, Mr. FixIt (who happens to be a mechanical engineer) drew up plans for a fool proof contraption to replace it. He decided to use PVC pipe, which is brilliant. It won’t rot or get termites. He took off for the hardware store and came back with everything he needed, including bird netting to put around the whole thing. Sixty-five dollars later, he had this impressive cage build and anchored to the ground. There was NOTHING going to ruin his berry harvest this year.\n

The first day I came home and saw this thing out in the field, it vaguely resembled a teeny-tiny batting cage. It really stood out with the stark white of the PVC against the lush green backdrop. So, Mr. FixIt went back to the hardware store for green paint for camouflage. It turned out to be John Deere green, but it was a darn sight better than it was before.

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We have checked this little bush every week and were thrilled to see the first green berries begin to form. Finally, yesterday…Mr. FixIt announce it was time to harvest the berries! He asked if I wanted to come along and being that I am ever watchful for blog-worthy moments, I trotted along behind him with my camera. He carried the mixing pitcher that I use for making pancakes. I was excited. I bought pie crusts in anticipation.

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\"Blueberries\" “Fat blueberries, ready to harvest!”

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With great fanfare, Mr. FixIt carefully lifted the cage off the bush so he wouldn’t knock off any berries, and we set to picking. Well…HE set to picking. I documented the event for posterity. He finished and I peeked into the pitcher. There were forty-nine berries. Well, there were fifty, but one was under-ripe so we tossed it. I pulled out my phone and brought up the calculator. $65.00 for the PVC contraption. $5.00 for the paint. 49 berries. That comes out to $1.53 per berry. Not bad. It reminds me of the Great Tomato Harvest of 2010.

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\"Blueberries\" “The Great Blueberry Harvest of 2018!”

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Mr. Virgo and I decided we wanted to grow tomatoes. We saw those Topsy-Turvy hanging baskets for growing tomatoes and decided that was the perfect thing for the patio of our rental home in Denver. I bought two of them, because…after all…the commercial showed a huge bumper crop and I’m picturing making salsa! I bought two really big tomato plants because Colorado has such a short growing season and I needed a head start. Add a bag of topsoil and you’ve got $75.00 invested in this little gardening project.

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My first problem was trying to plant the tomatoes in the containers. The gigantic root ball would not fit in the small opening in the bottom of the Topsy-Turvy thingy so I had to squeeze and mash the roots up to get it to go through. I filled the container with top solid from the top…about a half bag each. Then I hung the whole shebang from two “S” hooks at the edge of the covered patio. I dragged the hose over and gave them a good soaking and went in the house. When Mr. Virgo got home, I told him to go out and look at my handiwork and he called for me to join him. Apparently, when you add multiple gallons of water to half a bag of topsoil and a tomato plant, things get pretty heavy. The “S” hook stretched out and both the plants and the containers were now lying in a muddy mess on the patio.

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I picked up the first one and the plant had broken clean off at the roots and wasn’t salvageable. I picked up the second one and half-dragged it out to the old swingset where I wired it up so it wouldn’t fall again. I babied that thing all summer and by the first frost I had….one tomato. My $75 tomato. I could relate to Mr. FixIt’s disappointment.

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With thoughts of warm blueberry cobbler and ice cream dissolving right in front of me, I assured Mr. FixIt his berries would taste delicious over our cereal and we will revel in their sweetness. And, we still have a really sturdy blueberry cage to protect NEXT year’s bumper crop! ❤

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\"Blueberries “What it lacked in volume, it made up for in flavor!”

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\"Watermelon\" “My all time favorite summer thing…watermelon!”

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“The LORD is responsible for this, and it is amazing for us to see. This is the day the LORD has made. Let’s rejoice and be glad today!”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭118:23-24‬ ‭GW‬‬
\n#1. Watermelon! OMGosh! When I was pregnant with Daughter #2, I craved watermelon....in January. It’s hard to find good watermelon in the winter but when I did...it was heavenly. I keep looking for the sweetest, juiciest watermelon every year and I have to say, I only get it about two or three times all season. So much of the food I love doesn’t taste like it used to. Partially due to aging taste buds. But I think all this genetic engineering and hybrids have ruined the flavor of so many foods.\n

#2. Hard rains in the late afternoon leaving the evenings cool and breezy. The added bonus of fog clinging to the hillsides is divine. This was Sunday evening. A perfect ending to Father’s Day…playing in the field with Mr. FixIt’s son and one of his grandchildren.

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#3. Camping. I really love being able to just pull up stakes and head for the hills. I’m hoping to get my little ‘67 Franklin fixed up by next summer so those quick getaways are easier.

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#4. Visiting my Colorado family. I miss the kids so much. The bigs and the littles. And my brother and friends. It’s hard to be away from them. I’ve never gone this long without seeing them that I can remember. I’ll head west on the Fourth of July!

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#5. Floating in the pool. I’ve never had a pool. I’ve had a couple of hot tubs, but that’s totally different. Mr. FixIt has a pool and on days when the heat index has been particularly high, going out there with a cold beverage just after the sun goes over the far ridge is truly divine. We stay out till dark, floating and talking and solving the world’s problems. I will miss this when the snow flies. (The water was 89 degrees. It felt like a bathtub, but it was wet!)

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#6. Sitting on the front porch. Mr. FixIt bought me a rocking chair for my birthday. We went back and got a second one so we can set up the front porch now. The porch is covered and there’s nothing like sitting out on a porch while it’s raining in the summertime.

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#7. Cookouts. We have only had a couple of cookouts this summer and I am hoping to have more soon. We both love to entertain.

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#8. Sleeping with the window open. I sleep with the window open year round, even if it’s just cracked a little bit. I need the air. I love hearing the night sounds…crickets, frogs, the whippoorwill, the occasional fox barking or deer snorting.

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#9. The lush, lush green of summer foliage. West Virginia looks like a jungle about now. My grandma used to say every summer at this time…”We are knee deep in June!” And we are. The garden, the flowers, the shade trees, the thick grass…all heavenly to me.

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#10. Sun-dried sheets. If you have never had the joy of sleeping on sun-dried sheets, you are honestly missing one of the best things about summer. Nothing smells as good as sheets that have dried in the wind. The summer sun seems to kill any latent bacteria that may be lingering in the fibers and bleaches white sheets till they shine.

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The earth holds you close this time of year. The heat, the humidity, the lush green, the smell of freshly cut grass and hay fields, the sweet smell of honeysuckle on a cool evening breeze, the crisp sweetness of summer’s freshest fruit, the feel of clean sheets on dewy skin, the kiss of sun on your face, the splash of freckles across your nose, the wind in your hair driving with the window open, the shock of walking from sweltering heat into air conditioning, the taste of a cold beverage after mowing, the feel of the ground on your bare feet, the sense of adventure when you travel, the crackle of a campfire, the hoot of an owl in the woods nearby. Grief takes all these things away from you. And…one by one…they ease back into your life with an intensity you never noticed before. You never take them for granted again once they return. Summer is truly deep and rich and good. ❤️

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\"Fog “I love how the fog clings to the hills after a hard rain cools us down.”

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\"Prayer “Pray BOLDLY at every opportunity…even at coffee with the girls.”

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“If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open.”\n‭‭James‬ ‭1:5-8‬ ‭MSG‬‬
\nYesterday was coffee day with the girls...those magnificent ‘71 Divas from my high school class. We didn’t all know each other in high school. We really became most acquainted through Facebook and efforts to gather as many classmates as possible for class reunions, dinners, picnics, and the like. We are, all to often it seems, meeting at funeral homes anymore. I decided four years ago us gals need to get together and form a tribe...a sense of community of the feminine...when I came back to West Virginia to live. Now, we look at our monthly meetings as caffeine fueled talk therapy and I’ve seldom missed it.\n

There weren’t as many gals gathered yesterday. Illness, hospitalization, vacations, and general summer business kept many of our regulars away. There were also a few who came that don’t get to attend very often. It’s always a different group but the dynamic is the same. We are there to have fun, let our hair down, laugh a lot, and offer support to one another as we learn what’s new in each other’s lives.

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My friend Diane came and brought me one-third of my birthday present. She called the other day and wanted to meet up with me. We had a miscommunication and she ended up waiting for 45 minutes out at the farm and when it got too hot and I didn’t show up, she went home. She had to take my gifts with her…two-thirds of which were perishable. Yesterday, she gave me my card. Imagine my dismay when I learned of the flowers and chocolate covered strawberries she had brought me Wednesday! I felt so awful about that…she went to so much trouble. But, we laughed it off. She gave the flowers to a friend she had dinner with that night and ate the strawberries on the way home so all was not lost!

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When the majority of the gals had left for the day, my friend Lisa and I sat and talked to one of our friends who hung behind. She confided that we looked like someone who could help her. She had a prayer request. We talked about it a while, offering advice and comfort. When she asked for prayers, Lisa (you remember her from a previous post a month or two ago) took our friend’s hand and said, “Well, let’s just pray now.” The three of us sat in a very public area of the historic hotel where we gather, held hands and prayed together. Boldly. Unashamed. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even think about it until later.

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There was a time in my life when I looked at people praying over their meal in a restaurant or holding hands together in public, praying, and I felt…I don’t know…uncomfortable, self-conscious, embarrassed for them? I was decidedly unenlightened in those days yet I thought I was SO evolved. In the last several years, I have become much bolder with prayer. There is no reason to feel ashamed or embarrassed to offer prayer anytime the Spirit moves you or you are asked. I was really happy to be able to pray with my friends. I always ask God to bring me more prayer opportunities and the bravery to carry them out. It is an honor and a privilege.

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Today is Father’s Day. For some of you, it is the first without your loved one and the firsts are hard…and sometimes the third and the tenth and….. Please know that I will pray boldly for you today that you know God is with you to offer comfort and solace in your broken places. You are so loved! ❤

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\"35 “It’s not how many years in your life…but the life in your years!”

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“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.”\n‭‭James‬ ‭1:17-18‬ ‭NIV‬‬
\nSo, today is really monumental...huge...a BIG deal in anyone’s life. Today is my 65th birthday! I didn’t know how to feel about it this year. I let myself dwell on the obvious...I’m getting older. I let myself worry about the health issues I’m facing in the coming weeks. I thought about how Mr. Virgo would have SO enjoyed this accomplishment. I thought about how much I miss my Colorado family. I thought about my beautiful mom and how I called her every year on my birthday and thanked her for having me.\n

All this time, this wonderful man orbited me on a daily basis. Taking care of me. Loving me. Watching to see if there was anything I might need or any way he could support me better. For a couple of weeks, he was eclipsed by the hamster wheel of grief running in my brain. Then the wave was gone…receding into the background again. And I could see every blessing clearly.

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Yes…I’m getting older. Isn’t that wonderful??? I’m getting older and bolder and my best days are in front of me. Adventure awaits at every opportunity.

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Yes…I have some health issues to deal with in the coming weeks. Isn’t it terrific that I am blessed with great insurance that will take care of the bills so I can focus on healing and getting better after my upcoming surgery instead of worrying about how I’ll pay for it all? Blessings come in dark colored packages sometimes.

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Yes…Mr. Virgo would have loved to help me celebrate this one. Wasn’t it terrific that I got to feel such unconditional love from such a great guy?

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Yes…I miss my Colorado family. I get to see them in just a few short weeks and I can immerse myself in their sunshine and love. I am so honored to call them mine.

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Yes…I miss my mom. She knew how much I loved her because I never failed to tell her at (almost) every opportunity.

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And…I am so, so grateful to have the opportunity to love again. To feel the love of a good man. A man who watches out for me and protects me and brings me so much joy.

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Mr. FixIt came home from town yesterday and I fixed us a great meal. Then he asked me to go in the other room for a while. He called to me when he was ready and I went out to the deck by the pool. He had these cupcakes with the candles lit and a lovely, sentimental card that he selected with the perfect inscription. And he gave me a beautiful rocking chair for the front porch.

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Yes…chronologically, I may be 65 years old today. But this man knows me on the inside. He KNOWS I’m only 35 on the inside. And that is my best earthly gift ever. ❤

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\"Moonlight “My dreams have returned!”

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Something changed a couple of weeks ago. I started dreaming again. Oh, I’m sure I’ve been dreaming. We do every night. But when I lost Mr. Virgo, I lost my dreams. I couldn’t remember them at all. And suddenly, I’ve started remembering them. Their complexity is increasing. I’m recalling more detail. I even see some color creeping back in at the edges.

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This is a huge deal. Not remembering my dreams made me feel dead inside. Like a still body of water with no oxygen. Stagnant. I’m still not back to those epic, Academy Award worthy, epic dreams, but this is a far cry better than what I have been experiencing for over five years now.

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On the other side of that, the only real dreams I remembered since Mr. Virgo died were the ones with him in them. Those have been nice. I still may dream of him from time to time. I don’t know. Something feels different in this.

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Over the five years I’ve been on this path, there have been points…benchmarks…where I feel something changes. Like walking up stairs out of a dark, dank basement. Each step brings me closer to the light…to the fresh air…to the sunshine. I have long stretches now of light. Sometimes I take a step or two back down. Rarely, it’s more like four or five. That’s where I was two or three weeks ago. I couldn’t figure out what was bringing me down. Then I realized…there doesn’t HAVE to be a reason. That’s how grief works. Maybe it was the way the light was shining through the window. Maybe it was my upcoming 65th birthday and Medicare. Maybe it was worrying about this breast biopsy and realizing dealing with health issues may become more common in the coming years. Maybe it is the decline in the health of those I love. I don’t know.

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Whatever the reason, my dreams are back and I’m relieved. Silly, nonsensical, memorable dreams. Being on this side of the wave always leaves me feeling more grateful. ❤️

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““We both had dreams,” they answered, “but there is no one to interpret them.” Then Joseph said to them, “Do not interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams.””\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭40:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Sunshine “The Ponderosa in the afternoon.”

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This little slice of heaven right here is The Ponderosa…that beautiful home place that came with Mr. FixIt. When I tell you I’ve been out mowing, it’s here. A flat four acres, this job takes about two to three hours to complete. I put on a radio headset and ride around and around. It’s not even like work. And this week has been perfect for mowing. With highs in the 60’s and low 70’s, even I can mow with the push mower out at my family’s farm without stopping more than two or three times. It’s been lovely.

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\"Husqvarna “My new ride!”

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Mr. FixIt’s riding mower has seen it’s better days so we picked up one at a real bargain yesterday and I got to mow with it. It was the difference between night and day. It cuts a wider swath and doesn’t hit every bump with a teeth-jarring rattle. I love that I can help him out around the yard. He does SO much for me, it is my pleasure to help him whenever I can.

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\"Antheraea “Antheraea Polyphemus…one of the Giant Silk Moths, male.”

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I was working around the building out back and saw this beautiful moth. It’s wingspan was about 3.5-4”. This is a male Antheraea Polyphemus…one of the Giant Silk Moths. His antennae are large and feathery…all the better for sniffing out pheromones for a little “moth l’amore”. He took off after I shot this photo and flew up over TOW-Wanda. What a lovely thing to see!

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\"Starcraft “TOW-Wanda…waiting patiently to GO somewhere!”

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Speaking of the big girl…here she is, parked out by the big building. She will get moved in a couple of days so we can mow there and not kill the grass. But I have truly enjoyed having her closer to the house and have spent a few afternoons writing and snoozing out there in the last couple of weeks. I’m a little less inclined when she’s out in the field and not hooked up to electric. I like my fans. I need to get Joy moved over here so I can start working on her. I also need to jack up TOW-Wanda and check out one of her wheel bearings. It was too hot when I brought her home from the last camping trip. I’ll do that when I get her out on the flat driveway where there is a more stable surface.

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It seems there is a never ending list of things to do, isn’t there? Keeping busy keeps you fit, keeps your mind flexible, and helps stabilize your mood. That’s a win-win-win for me! And, it’s so much easier to accomplish more in this cooler weather. It motivates me to get more done. ❤

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“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:12-13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"iPad “Visiting TOW-Wanda!”

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I don’t get to spend as much time camping as I used to and I don’t like it. But, there are things that need to be done…mowing, keeping house, cooking, cleaning. Such is the life of “sticks & bricks.” I am very fortunate that Mr. FixIt lives on five acres and I can keep TOW-Wanda here with me. When we came back from camping last time, we parked beside the building/shop/garage and plugged in. I wanted to be able to clean and run the sweeper so I needed electric.

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Unfortunately, the electric in the building is not enough to power both the AC in TOW-Wanda and the pump for the pool, so the pool wins. That means I can’t go out and just hang out there in the camper unless it’s cool enough. Even the nights can be terrible hot and stuffy. The last couple of nights have been really cool. Last night was predicted to get down to fifty-six. So, I took my iPad and my phone and my little lap desk and went out for some me time to write my post.

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I’ve been looking back at my adventures in this camper. It’s hard to believe I bought TOW-Wanda almost four years ago! I had Little TOW-Wanda for a year-and-a-half before that. When I think of what I did so soon after losing Mr. Virgo…buying a camper and taking off for three months in the wilderness and backroads of Colorado…I sometimes wonder how on earth I did that. And, would I…could I…do that again. I don’t know. I suppose the answer is yes, but I was in the throes of grief when I did that. I wonder if that might have clouded my judgement a little. It didn’t seem so at the time but hindsight says it was a very brave thing to do.

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I’m certainly not sorry I went on such a quest. I learned a lot about myself during that trip, and the subsequent two years spent largely in this travel trailer going everywhere from South Dakota to South Carolina and all points in between. It was healing and liberating. I met so many wonderful people. I saw so many beautiful places. It was quite the adventure and gave me a lot of space to heal on this grief path.

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I was thinking of pulling the camper with me to Colorado this summer, but with the price of gas so high and my MPG so low when I’m towing, it isn’t cost effective. Besides, it takes me three days each way when I tow the camper there and that’s six days I don’t have this time. I’ll just get a cheap flight and rent a car when I get there this year. It seems to be working out that I take the camper every other year to Colorado. That might work out for the best.

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In the meantime, I will get out here as often as I can to spend some time “faux camping” at the Ponderosa. I hope we can get out a few times this summer and enjoy the great outdoors. There are a lot of wonderful state parks in West Virginia. You can rest assured, where I go…you “go”. Virtual travel can still be fun!

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❤️

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“You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭16:11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Scripture “Live a life worthy of the calling you have been given.” Ephesians 4:1

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My daughters hit the jackpot when they chose their mates. Both well suited for their personalities and life goals. I remember when Daughter #1 was dating her husband twenty-some years ago. He and I ran to the store one day and there was a couple walking ahead of us. They wore black leather and had multiple tattoos and piercings. Their hair was spiked all over. I slipped my hand through my future son-in-law’s arm and said, “Ahhhhh, there but for the grace of God. I’m so happy she chose you.” Then, Daughter #2 became the one with multiple tattoos and weird color hair. I looked down at the “strange” people and my beautiful daughter, who has always danced to her own music, chose a highly unconventional lifestyle. That, my dears, is Karma.

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Our guest Pastor yesterday spoke about Grace. Grace is the opposite of Karma. Karma is…you get what you deserve. “What goes around, comes around.” God’s Grace is…”I will look past your flaws and love you AND I will not give you what you truly deserve.” It was an inspiring sermon.

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I woke up late yesterday and the thought went through my mind to just skip church. Just turn over and go back to sleep. Have a lazy day. Fix a nice breakfast. Then I read a tweet from a gal I follow. She always has a Morning Munch and Night Owl Nugget…a scripture with a comment. Short and sweet. Yesterday’s tweet was the scripture above. It didn’t shame me. It motivated me. We are called to do great things. We should live a life that is worthy of that calling. I know I feel better when I’ve gone to church. I feel that sense of community. And I always hear exactly what I need to hear in the present moment. Here’s how I know the Holy Spirit speaks to me. Because, the guest speaker spoke on Grace. When he got to the end of his sermon…he spoke these exact words. “Live a life worthy of the calling you have been given.”

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Chills.

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I love when that happens. When I know exactly when God speaks to me. I’ve been struggling a little the last couple of weeks. I know it’s a grief wave. And, I know it is exacerbated by the fact that I got my Medicare card and my 65th birthday is right around the corner. I’ve also had a few medical things going on that we’re checking out. Nothing serious, I don’t think. But some tests that I’m not looking forward to. It’s life. These things happen. But grief has changed my coping skills. Some are better. Some are worse. Knowing that God was teaching me, in that moment, to live a life that is worthy, not only of the calling I’ve been given, but of the GRACE I’ve been granted.

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Some of you write the most lovely comments here. You say things like “You have a way with words.” And, “It’s like you’re in my head. You say what I am thinking and can’t articulate.” I am here to tell you…that is the Grace of God. I am not that talented of a writer. I came so very close to flunking senior English in high school. God has graced me with the words He wants me to say. Everything I have, everything I do…everything I AM is because of the Grace of God. I am alive today because of the Grace of God. I have a beautiful family because of the Grace of God. I found love after loss because of the Grace of God.

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“There, but for the Grace of God, go I.” I never want to forget that. ❤

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“…live a life worthy of the calling you have received.”\n‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭4:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Doe “Doe and fawn on the front lawn.”

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The quality of this picture is very poor. It was dusk. I was shooting through a window in a dark room. And these two had almost made it to the end of the yard where they ducked into the cover of the trees and bushes. There is a small creek running just on the other side of them so I imagine they were heading for a drink. The only thing that worried us is up above them beyond those trees is a fairly busy highway. I always say a prayer when I see them go up that bank. I’d hate to hear or see one of these beautiful creatures get hit. The cars race by on that road.

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Mr. FixIt has lived here for decades and said he had never seen such a tiny baby up walking around. We were sitting in the dining room playing cards after dinner when we spotted them. At the same time, we kept hearing a soft “whump-whump-whump” sound coming from the fireplace followed by high pitched chirping. It confirmed what we noticed the other night at dusk when we were out at the pool. There are swallows nesting in the chimney. We could see them at dusk diving down into the top of the chimney. I don’t know why there isn’t a screen over it. We also noticed as we walked into the dining room where the fireplace is, there was a smell of something burnt. They are stirring up the soot and ash inside the chimney. We have the glass doors and the flue closed so they don’t make a mess in the house but this is just one more thing we have to address once the babies fledge.

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Downsizing here isn’t going to be as quick and frantic as it was when I sold my house in Colorado. It’s Mr. FixIt’s stuff. I can’t just come in with a dumpster and throw things away. That’s not how it works…no matter how much I would like to do just that. If we even go through two or three drawers or boxes or a closet every day, we will be making great progress and things will be less of a burden for him…and for me. After downsizing so much myself, my tolerance for clutter and unnecessary ephemera is much, much lower than it used to be. This is something that all of my husbands would have loved. My piles and collections and “stuff” was a bone of contention with each man who ever shared my space.

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My friend Deneene is preparing for a huge estate sale as she downsizes and moves south to be with her sweetheart. She is a widow and this house is where she raised her three children. It is a huge home and you know as well as I do…things accumulate. She is doing something I did when I downsized. There were things that had personal meaning for me and papers that I didn’t want to lose track of. I made a file called “Memories” and took pictures of everything I needed to remember…the items I loved but really couldn’t keep as well as papers that could possibly get lost or destroyed. She’s doing a great job. It brings back such memories for me…those long days and nights of purging and packing and moving. She is so blessed to have a buyer…the first one who looked! Selling my house was a nightmare. I’m happy that things are going so smoothly for her so far and pray they continue to do so.

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Change. It’s one of the things you can count on…like death, and taxes. And, it’s difficult for some…easy for others. Either way…it’s gonna come. ❤

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“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens:”\n‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Hello, “Hello, June!!!”

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Seriously, how does time go so fast?

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And, so…S-L-O-W!

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Let me explain. Today…I start Medicare! What??? I didn’t think it would EVER get here. And, at the same time, I learned to drive, like…yesterday, right? All week I’ve been in awe of this moment. This is such a monumental event. Ok, getting married is a monumental event. Having a baby is a monumental event. Changing insurance plans isn’t really that big of a deal. But it is, you know?

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Sometimes ideas have to stew around in my head for a few days before I can articulate them. I just have to sit tight and feel the feelings till the thought bubbles up like a spring coming up from deep within the earth. This idea of going on Medicare…turning sixty-five…is an accomplishment. One not everyone gets to enjoy. Mr. Virgo died at sixty-two. He didn’t get Medicare. He didn’t get to retire. I’ve lived three years longer than he did. There was a time when I didn’t believe I would live this long. And, here I am.

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I get to go on Medicare. I get to go to Florida in a couple of weeks. I get to see my Colorado family in July. I get to have some medical procedures in the next few weeks that some people can’t afford. I get to spend my time with a really sweet, kind, caring man who loves me more than anything…and I get to love him right back. I’ve gained more family members through Mr. FixIt. I get to live in West Virginia. I am truly, truly blessed. I know this.

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Yesterday was spent cleaning and shampooing the carpets in the basement. A perfect day for working down there since it was so hot and humid out. We had a brief downpour that did nothing but make the air hot and sticky. After we were finished with our chores, we went out in the pool and cleaned some more (pools are high maintenance) and only came in when we heard some thunder. That storm missed us.

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A good day working and playing. Yet, I still can’t get over it. Medicare.

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How did this happen? ❤️

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“Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭4:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Bison “Bison in front of the Grand Tetons, Yellowstone National Park”

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Oh, those Facebook memories. They used to slay me. I’d finally be feeling halfway like myself, to the point where I didn’t cry every d*** day, when one of those pages from the past would show up and rip my heart wide open again. I am pleased to say, it’s been a while since I’ve had that kind of reaction to something as unbidden as photos from a favorite vacation.

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Yesterday, just such a memory popped up. Mr. Virgo loved going to Yellowstone National Park and seeing the Grand Tetons. We went two or three times in the seven-and-a-half years we were together. He was quite the photographer and I am so happy I have so many of his beautiful photos. This was taken on our last vacation together. We did a float trip down the Snake River that year. We spent a week exploring. We saw grizzlies, eagles, bison, deer, elk, owls, coyotes, antelope…it was amazing.

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Yesterday was a good day. Mr. FixIt and I worked hard…it was mowing day. We have lots of rain forecast in the next few days so we needed to get that done. It was hot, but we stayed in the AC during the worst of it in the afternoon and headed back out just as the sun started to head over the wooded ridge beyond the far field. When we were done, we enjoyed a refreshing couple of hours in the pool. When I settled in to write my post, this photo showed up. The more time that passes since Mr. Virgo’s death, the wider the chasm between then and now becomes.

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Grief is so weird. Sometimes things that you THINK would upset you are nothing. Other times, the smallest thing can trip you up and send you down the tubes. This was a good day. This was a good memory, a good vacation. This was a good marriage, a good man, a good friend, a good life. And yesterday was a good day, a good memory, with a good man, a good friend, and a good life. The difference is time and perspective. It’s a new life. A different life. A good life. A fun life.

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Yes…grief is weird. ❤

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“The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭37:23-24‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Scripture\" “Remember, you have supernatural weapons to fight off evil.”

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I woke up in the early hours of the morning, that old familiar churning in the pit of my stomach. Feeling stretched too thin. Since Mr. Virgo died, I have struggled with grief and anxiety periodically. I’ll go long stretches and feel great. Nothing fazes me. Then, when I get over extended with too many obligations, or I get confronted with a memory or event that stirs my grief, I lose my focus.

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When I focus on God and put all my trust in Him, I do much better. When I lose that focus, I give Satan wiggle room to weasel his way into my thoughts. It would be different if this only happened once or twice in my life, but this happens over and over and over. Granted, farther apart than it used to but I want it gone for good.

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When I ask God to carry my burdens, he gladly does. I just forget to ask sometimes. That independent woman who thinks I ought to be able to buck up and take care of business gets in my way. I’m finally learning, when these moments occur, I need a good solid dose of Vitamin Jesus. His prescription pad is the Bible. When I turn to His Word for sustenance my anxiety eases. That knot in the pit of my stomach lets go.

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I was in small group from church a couple weeks ago. A strong woman I’ve met a few times was sitting to my right. She told a story about these people who came to her house for a visit. She is a widow and these people brought doom and gloom to her door. They were talking about illness and death and dying and this person was sick and that person died. (I don’t know if it’s a West Virginia thing or a Southern thing or if we get to a certain age, illness and death seem to be the main focus of any conversation.) Well, my new friend was having nothing of it. She said the visit was brief. She walked her guests to the door and once they left, she stood there…waving her arms in the air, pushing all that negative energy right out the door on the heels of those who brought it. She said, out loud, “You aren’t welcome here, Satan. Take your bad energy and thoughts and get right out of my house!” It was a lesson for me…an eye-opening experience.

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So, yesterday morning, when I awoke with that old familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach, instead of feeling sick all day and ruining the poolside BBQ we had planned, I turned to God’s Word for a little dose of Doctor J. I’m doing a 14 day bible study plan with the gals from my small group. It’s based on the work of Joyce Meyer. 2 Corinthians 10:4 was the verse she was discussing yesterday morning.

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We forget to take up our weapons sometimes. We forget these are not the slings and arrows of this world. These weapons have Divine Power. They hold the same Divine Power Jesus used to heal the sick and raise the dead and calm the seas. The very same power. God gave them to us. He sent his Holy Spirit to deliver them the day we gave our lives to follow Christ. These Powers are ours to use to defeat the enemy at every turn. We just have to remember they are there, believe in their strength, and pick them up.

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I love those moments when I turn to God and say, “Help! I’m drowning over here! I can’t do this.” I turn to His Word and he gives me this scripture. I was laying curled up in my bed, sure I was going to have to cancel the day’s fun activities when this started. Within a few moments, I flung the enemy and his stinkin’ thoughts right out the window. I mean, I sat up, physically brushed all that negative crap off of me and went all Pentecostal and said…out loud…”Be gone! Get out of here. You are not welcome in my home and in my life!” Within 10 minutes or so, I felt 100% better. The knot in my stomach was gone. The feeling of dread vanished. The nausea ceased. And I felt like a new person.

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When they say there is power in the name of Jesus, they really aren’t kidding. Demons flee at the sound of His Name. Don’t forget to use that power when you need it. And…walk STRONG! ❤

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“The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭10:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Country “There’s nothing like a freshly mown lawn!”

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After getting through the initial stage of acute grief, I soon discovered there were two things that eased my broken heart. One was camping with the Girl Campers and sisters on the Fly. The other was working outdoors.. Oh, when I first sold my house, I was absolutely convinced I would never mow another lawn, but that is certainly NOT the case! This farm house has about the same amount of back yard as you see here in the front. And there isn’t a

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\"Rain “Rain gauge reads 4.25 inches!”

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riding mower here like there is at Mr. FixIt’s five acres. It was hovering around eighty degrees yesterday when we headed to the farm. I knew it was going to really need mowing. It’s been nine days since it was mowed last. In those nine days, it rained 4.25 inches. That grass was high…and wet! We took turns mowing and cooling off. It went a lot faster with two of us. Between laundry and the mowing, we were still there over four hours.

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\"Rhododendron\" “Rhododendron”

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\"Peonies\" “My favorite…peonies!”

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When we were finished at the farm, we took the weed eater to the cemetery and cleaned up the graves and decorated them for Memorial Day. They looked so nice when we were done. We brought the weed eater back to the farm and I went for a walk about to take pictures for you. I almost missed the rhododendron this year. They only last a few days and they are just a bit past their prime but still lovely. The ferns are vibrant green, carpeting the forest floor and hillsides. The peonies were Grandma’s pride and joy. I remember her walking me around the yard and cupping each delicate flower in her well-worn hands and smiling. She knew they were gifts from God, each and every one. She never had bird feeders when she lived here. I think she would have loved them. Mr. FixIt filled them for me. We fed the farm cats and I called them in. Boy Cat came on a run to see me. That always makes me smile.

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\"Peonies “Grandma’s peonies.”

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\"Fern\" “Fern”

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When we got back to the Ponderosa, I hopped on the riding mower and finished the last half of the lawn while Mr. FixIt made supper. We had a water main break a mile or so down the road yesterday morning so we are on a boil advisory. I told Mr. FixIt it would be a cold day in you know where before I would ever drink that water…it was muddy and boiling doesn’t fix that. That’s what we have bottled water for.

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\"Clematis\" “Clematis”

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These are the days that warm my heart and heal it even more. These are the days I long for in the depths of January. These days are treasures and I cherish them. I am so deeply grateful for every gift God has given me. ❤

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“Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.”\n‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭17:14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Beaver “Beaver Creek State Park, East Liverpool, Ohio”

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I’ve always promised my family and friends that I wouldn’t reveal where I am while I am actually there, especially if I am traveling alone. Even though Mr. FixIt joined me for part of this trip, I still adhere to that basic rule of safety. Beaver Creek State Park is one of my all time favorite camping destinations. Part of that is the surroundings. Part is the relatively close proximity to my home. I love the drive up Ohio Route 7 as it meanders along the beautiful Ohio River. And…if you’re on the Ohio side, you are looking at the rolling hills and dense woodlands of West Virginia beyond the smooth water.

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The best part of a Girl Camping trip is, of course, the friends you know and meet when you get there. These are friends for life and there’s a lot of love and laughter and encouragement that grows from those interactions. As I drove home yesterday, my heart was full.

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Mavis, my GPS, tells me it takes two hours and fifty-seven minutes to drive to Beaver Creek State Park. I left there at 11:00 and got home at 5:00. Granted, there was one rest area stop. But there were several places where the road was down to one lane due to land slides and we had to take turns. Then there was my LEAST favorite part of camping…dumping the black and grey water tanks. There is a really good dump station at the West Virginia Welcome Center in Williamstown that I always stop at. It takes me a good forty-five minutes to clean my tanks, but it’s necessary to do a good job.

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I had a few things going on with the camper this trip. One is, a leak has developed. Mr. FixIt got the ladder out for me and I think I found where the problem is. A seal on the top front edge of the camper is aging and cracked. The seals are only good for a few years and they need to be replaced so I guess it’s that time. When I was pumping up my tires before I left yesterday morning, I noticed the outside edge of one of them is shredding slightly. I need to check into that. Also, when I got home, I placed my hand on each hub and one was too hot to comfortably rest my hand on it. I need to tear into that and probably repack the bearings. There is a kind of hub you can get that has a valve on it and you can top off the grease before you travel just to make sure it is well lubricated. The downside of trailer ownership…constant maintenance.

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So, I’m home. The baby birds in the cypress tree out front are feathering out and they had their little beaks aimed high waiting for mama. The rabbits have eaten all but four bean plants in the garden, but the tomatoes are looking great. My pink dogwood is thriving. The irises and peonies are in full bloom. There is standing water around the yard from all the heavy rains in the last week. And, as I write this, I can hear the whip-poor-will in the hedgerow along the creek on the far side of the field. I’m sore all over from lugging and toting and hooking up and driving the camper so I’m calling it a night. When you read this, we’ll be mowing out at the farm and doing laundry. What a wonderful trip it has been. ❤️

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“May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us— yes, establish the work of our hands.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭90:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Hand “Knitting projects”

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I always hate the end of a trip. The goodbyes. The packing up and cleaning and laundry. The pulling away from a really great camping spot. No more owls overhead. No more gals sitting around a table full of food. No more all day knitting sessions. No more leisurely naps in the afternoon. sigh

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Mr. FixIt left yesterday morning. We’ve had boatloads of rain so he needed to get back and check the basement. Also, I’m sure sitting around all day while the girls knit wasn’t high on his to do list. He was a great sport though. He went fishing one night, hiking one day, and exploring the area another day.

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Today, I head home. Another Girl Camper trip is in the books. I wonder where I’ll head next on this Grand Adventure? ❤️

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“The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭37:23-24‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Bullfrog\" “A big bullfrog serenaded me from a pond.”

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Three more of our Girl Campers left yesterday morning. It’s always sad to see the week end. So much fun and wonderful memories are made during this gathering. I’m blessed this year with two extra days spent with Gail, my fellow Girl Camper and camphost extraordinaire. Plus, there is the added bonus of Mr. FixIt being here!

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\"Alpaca “Alpaca roving for spinning.”

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After coffee yesterday, we sat around for an hour or so and chatted before the gals said goodbye and headed on their way. One was headed straight home but two were going to Lehman’s, a wonderful hardware store in Kidron, Ohio that specializes in non-electric appliances and tools. I really want to make a trip up there. I’ve received their catalog for years.

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\"Spinning “Gail spins the alpaca roving into a fine yarn…her fingers skillfully knowing how hard to hold and draw the fibers onto the spindle.”

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After everyone was gone, Gail and I headed to check out a new shop that advertises fibers, wool, and rugs. It’s a darling little “she shed” shop on this gal’s farm that had belonged to her grandparents. She raises sheep for her wool. She has two looms set up in her shop. She had several handmade items for sale. But I was disappointed there was no yarn and Gail was disappointed there was no wool available for sale as yet. I did get to look around a bit and caught this big bullfrog that was in the pond by the shop. And the little lambs were darling frolicking in the pasture. There were lovely flower and herb gardens all around. I just don’t think the gal was quite ready to be open for business yet. Maybe in the fall she’ll have more items available.

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\"Camp “The camp kitty snoozes in the chair beside me as I knit. I wasn’t patient enough for the spinning.”

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When we got back to the campground, Gail got out the spinning wheel she learned on. She picked up a basket of alpaca roving and set to teaching me to spin. I found it incredibly frustrating because I am an instant gratification kind of a gal. Gail says if I just keep trying, I’ll get the hang of it. I might try again, but for now, I’ll just buy beautiful yarns that I can work with right away. I started a new pair of socks with a beautiful fingering yarn. It’s 100% wool though so I’ll have to take extra special care of them. They are for me. Gail also gave me a beautiful skein of German wool/polyester blend to knit Mr. FixIt a pair of socks. It is a grey, heathery blend.

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Today is our last day of just sitting around and enjoying Gail’s company, knitting and talking and laughing. This is such good therapy. The camp kitty is content to lay in the chair beside me and snooze. This is about as peaceful as it gets…the smell of pine and rain, woodsmoke and spring flowers…the sound of crows and pileated woodpeckers and songbirds and owls…and the laughter of friends. sigh Tomorrow it’s back to the real world till our next adventure. ❤

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“Every skilled woman spun with her hands and brought what she had spun—blue, purple or scarlet yarn or fine linen.”\n‭‭Exodus‬ ‭35:25‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Woodpecker “A pileated woodpecker has decimated this tall pine tree at the edge of the campground.”

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This trip has been such a blessing to me. Laughter is the best medicine and there has been so much joy shared between us as we sit and work with our hands. We have shared stories and learned more about each other. We have loved on our furry friends, including a little stray black cat who showed up Friday night. We think someone must have dumped him along the road because he is so friendly. He’s the camp cat for now and will more than likely go home with the camphost as her husband has taken a shine to him.

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\"Alpaca “The hat I knitted from the yarn Gail spun from Alpaca and wool.”

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I’ve become very close friends with our camphost, Gail. She is a woman of strong faith. She reminds me of the woman in Proverbs 31. She’s the kind of woman you want to learn from and emulate. She is kind, courageous, fair, fun, and family oriented. And talented? OMGosh! She can do anything. I just love her to the moon and back. Her husband took Mr. FixIt fishing last night and he had a blast. They only caught one fish between them, but they had good fellowship and got to know each other better.

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\"Girl “Mr. FixIt enjoys his morning coffee in one of the Girl Camper mugs.”

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This is one of the things I love about Mr. FixIt. He has friends outside of our relationship. I loved Mr. Virgo…you know that. And, he had no real friendships other than me. He had friends he worked with, but he never did anything without me. I was telling the girls around the campfire the other night…I never would have been a Girl Camper or a Sister on the Fly if Mr. Virgo were still living. It’s just not something I would have done…even though it was something I would have enjoyed. This is the difference in the woman I have become since losing him. I am far more independent. And, I am more assertive…something Mr. FixIt deeply appreciates in me.

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\"Three “Campfire and Corgis”

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Loss changed me. It was terribly difficult. It tore me apart and dropped me in pieces on the ground. When it came time to rebuild, I put myself back together in a way that suited this new life…this new me. I love this me that I am today. While I hate what happened to get me here, I am grateful for this new life and all the new people that have been brought into it.

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Yes, this trip is just what the doctor ordered. Food, fun, and frolic…Girl Camper style! ❤️

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“A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds. Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it. Never spiteful, she treats him generously all her life long. She shops around for the best yarns and cottons, and enjoys knitting and sewing. She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places and brings back exotic surprises. She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast for her family and organizing her day. She looks over a field and buys it, then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden. First thing in the morning, she dresses for work, rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started. She senses the worth of her work, is in no hurry to call it quits for the day. She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth, diligent in homemaking. She’s quick to assist anyone in need, reaches out to help the poor. She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows; their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear. She makes her own clothing, and dresses in colorful linens and silks. Her husband is greatly respected when he deliberates with the city fathers. She designs gowns and sells them, brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops. Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile. When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly. She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive. Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise: “Many women have done wonderful things, but you’ve outclassed them all!” Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades. The woman to be admired and praised is the woman who lives in the Fear-of- GOD. Give her everything she deserves! Festoon her life with praises!”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31:10-31‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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\"Knitting\" “Knitting at the campground.”

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What a wonderful day. Several of us got out a “work in progress” and did some hand work yesterday. One gal was working on a woodcarving. One was crocheting. Two of us were knitting. It was peaceful. These are women of faith so as we worked, we shared stories of our faith walk. We spoke of the many ways God has blessed us, the lessons we have learned along the way. It reminded me of the early farm communities when the women would gather at someone’s home, or the local Grange, and spend the day quilting, cooking, sharing. We don’t get much of that this day and age and I feel the younger generations are sorely missing something. Their lives are so busy…athletic teams, music lessons, social events…young mothers today spend all their free time in cars shuttling the kids to event after event. I wish they had the peace just spending a few hours knitting and chatting with like-minded women could afford them. I hope they don’t wait too long to figure out how important these relationships are. And, these skills.

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I was talking with a friend the other day. If the internet crashed tomorrow, if there was a sudden catastrophe and there was no power grid, the highest prized people would be the ones who know how to hunt, grow, prepare, and preserve food…ie farmers. Simple country folk. We’ve become so dependent on electronics for everything, it’s scary. I’m the first to admit, I am a tech head, but I know how to do the things that need to be done to survive. I worry for our future generations. I want to make sure my girls know how to do the things they need to do to survive beyond the grocery store.

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I don’t live a stressful life, by any stretch of the imagination, but I’ve got to tell you…I’m feeling pretty mellow after three nights in TOW-Wanda and hanging with the Girl Campers. ❤️

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“By faith Noah, being warned by God concerning events as yet unseen, in reverent fear constructed an ark for the saving of his household. By this he condemned the world and became an heir of the righteousness that comes by faith.”\n‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭11:7‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Coffee “Sitting in the morning sun, coffee in hand, Country Living Magazine…birds and roosters entertaining me. It’s a beautiful life!”

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One of summer’s delights in the east…a warm morning spent outside reading and sipping my morning coffee. We’ve hit the summer thunderboomer circuit early this year here in West Virginia. The skies are brilliantly clear in the morning. The humidity is high from the rain the afternoon before. The temperature soars by noon and the thunderclouds begin to build till they boil over. Thunder, lightning, hail, high winds all can play havoc with your plans.

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Mowing seems to be the big thing around here in the summer. I have to say, I did not miss lawn care and home maintenance in the years I traveled and lived in TOW-Wanda. It was a welcome break. But now that I have the chance to dive into the great outdoors and get dirty and sweaty, I have to admit, it beats going to a gym any day of the week.

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I mowed with the self-propelled push mower at the farm yesterday. What a workout! The yard is well over an acre, the temperature in the high eighties, the humidity sticky and thick. With my propensity towards heat exhaustion, I only mowed 15-20 minutes at a time, then took a break to rehydrate and lay in front of the fan. At that rate, it took me five hours to complete. It’s so beautiful when it’s finished. I took a few moments to just wander around and enjoy the surroundings. The rhododendron is just about to burst into bloom, as are the irises and peonies. The farm cats lazed around beneath the Rose of Sharon and the huge hydrangea bush along the creek. While the flowering quince is fading, the spice bush is in full bloom. I love this time of year.

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We are getting things geared up here at the Ponderosa to prepare for a summer of entertaining. Mr. FixIt has been working in the pool to get it open. We still need to pressure wash the deck but will wait for a dry spell. I’m heading out today for another road trip. This time I’ll be camping with the Girl Campers at a State Park in Ohio for a week. It’s a Mister Sister event so my mister will be joining me this weekend. I love camping with the girls! This year, our hostess…my dear friend Gail…is going to teach me to spin wool for sock yarn. I’ll have time to sit and knit on my socks and finally read my friend Michelle Cummins’ new book, The Reel Sisters. Peace and quiet in the beautiful woods surrounding one of my favorite campgrounds.

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As I sit here on the deck in the warm sunshine, a nice breeze blowing, listening to the rooster down the road, reading Country Living Magazine…my heart is overflowing with the blessings of my life. I’m such a far cry from the early days of my grief. The contrast is startling. The heart can mend itself…scarred, certainly. But infinitely full of hope. ❤️

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“So I rejoice, and I am glad. Even my body has hope.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭16:9‬ ‭INternational Children’s Bible

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\"Tilling “Tilling in his garden.”

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The other day I told you Mr. FixIt put in a garden for “me”. I was so excited. I haven’t had a garden in ages and I was really looking forward to going out and getting my hands in the dirt. Then, before I knew it, Mr. FixIt had the plants and the seeds in the ground. sigh

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I was really disappointed. Then I looked at it a different way. Why should I get to have all the fun things? Riding the big lawn mower is a whole lot more fun than pushing the smaller one…but, Mr. FixIt pushes it for me. Hooking up, towing, and unhooking my camper is a lot more fun for me than sitting and watching someone else do it. The same is true for Mr. FixIt.

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He has always had a garden. It gives him great joy to do that. Who am I to take his joy away from him? He brings me joy every day in some way. Like, the roses and the sweet card he gave me for Mother’s Day. Like, standing in church holding my hand…the other hand raised. Like, a million little things. I can let him have his garden…and the resulting bragging rights. I don’t have to do everything. I don’t have to control everything. I can just…be. Sometimes, less is more. ❤️

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“Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men,”\n‭‭Colossians‬ ‭3:23‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Good “My good friend, Lisa and me.”

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It was the fall of 1960 when I met Lisa. We were in second grade together in Mrs. Alexander’s room. It depends who you talk to. Some say Mrs. Alexander was a sweetheart. Others…not so much. She seemed to have one student every year that was on her black list. Nothing you could do would please her if you were on her dark side…and that is the unenviable position I found myself in during second grade.

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She made me nervous. And when I get nervous, I can’t eat. Every day I would try to eat my lunch because every day she saved my lunch tray to show my mom that I wasn’t eating. I always felt like I was in trouble. Mom took me to the doctor and he gave me a “tonic” that I took a spoonful of every day. Together, they decided Mom should pack my lunch. Maybe it was just the school food I didn’t like. But that wasn’t it. Even when I had my favorite foods in my cute little plaid lunch box, I just could not eat.

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One day, before lunch, I was standing in line to wash my hands in the bathroom. My stomach was churning and I knew I was going to have trouble eating. I was praying under my breath, when the little girl in front of me turned around and looked me straight in the eye. It was Lisa.

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“Are you praying?” she asked.

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I silently nodded my head and cast my eyes downward…ashamed to be in such a dire circumstance.

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“What are you praying about?”

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“Mrs. Alexander scares me and I can’t eat. Every day I get in trouble because I don’t eat my lunch. She even took me to the office and the Principal spanked me!” My words tumbled over each other as I confessed my self-perceived weakness.

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“Well, here…I’ll pray with you.” Lisa wrapped her arm around my shoulder and hugged me close and we both prayed that I could eat again and that Mrs. Alexander would leave me alone.

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I was stunned by her kindness. I was relieved beyond words. Someone cared. Someone understood me. Someone wanted to help me. And…it was a little girl I didn’t know. I instantly loved her.

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Amazingly, that is the last time I remember the whole lunch fiasco. I don’t remember if my appetite returned, but I do know we moved shortly after that and I started attending a new school. I never had to deal with Mrs. Alexander again.

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Lisa and I attended high school together but we didn’t cross paths. We had a huge class and circles sometimes stuck to who you went to junior high with. However, several years later, I ran into Lisa at a high school reunion. She is an associate pastor now. I asked her if she remembered praying with me in the restroom before lunch that autumn day so long ago. But, alas…she did not. You see, Lisa was struck by a car as she crossed the street several years ago and very nearly died of her injuries. It left her with some long term memory loss. She was happy to know she helped me though, and we have become good friends.

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Lisa recently suffered a heart attack and we were absolutely thrilled when she came to coffee yesterday with the ‘71 Divas. She looks wonderful, healthy, strong. I couldn’t stop hugging her. She asked how Mr. FixIt was. She went all through school with him. Last year, when she found out we were dating, she literally jumped up out of her chair and threw her hands in the air and praised Jesus.

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“If there were anyone in the whole wide world I would want the two of you to have, it would be each other. This is PERFECT!” I couldn’t help but laugh and clap along with her exuberance. Lisa is wonderful. She is a straight shooter. She has seen her share of hardships in this life and has come out a loving, giving, God-centric woman and I love her dearly. I just wanted to share her with you today.

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Sending you love and light and prayers for continued good health, my friend. ❤

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“Again I say to you, if two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven. For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them."”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭18:19-20‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Mother’s “My mother’s love is with me always.”

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I went to the farm yesterday. I wanted to spend some time in my mother’s childhood home…the home of my heart. I miss my mom and I feel closer to her when I’m in the house she loved so much. Grandma’s house was the epicenter of our universe. She was happiest when she had all her kids and grandkids surrounding her. I can relate to that.

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My mom was special…as are all moms, right? She had a heart of gold. She had a laugh that I craved. She was simple. She was stubborn. She was pretty. She was generous. She loved with every ounce of her being. She took care of my brother till the Lord called her home. She was…good.

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We butted heads a lot when I was growing up…like most of us do. She insisted on doing things the l-o-n-g way and it made me crazy. She was an excellent seamstress. She basted everything together and was meticulous. I threw things together as fast as I could. That made HER crazy!

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She was a terrible cook. But she made a pineapple upside down cake that made you cry it was so good. When microwaves came out, she decided she had to have one to heat up her coffee. That’s when she switched to Folgers Instant. She bought the biggest microwave I have ever seen in my life…to heat up a coffee cup full of water. Oy. Did I mention she made me crazy?

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My mother taught me many things but most importantly, she taught me about God. It didn’t stick for a long, long time for me. As a matter of fact, I became a Christian after she passed away, so she never experienced that particular joy. I think the one thing I regret most as a mother is not teaching my children the love of God. They are grown, and they are lovely women. I try to live my life as an example. I love them and miss them very much.

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This is my 14th Mother’s Day without my mom. My kids are in Colorado so I won’t see them until I head there this summer. So, when I came back from the farm yesterday, Mr. FixIt had two dozen roses and a beautiful card with a handwritten note in it resting on the kitchen counter. What a sweet, thoughtful man this is. He just makes me smile!!

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If you are missing your mom today, my heart is with you, dear one. Losing your mom is such a sad, sad affair. If you are missing your babies, whether they live far away or further…in heaven…my heart breaks for you. I cannot imagine that loss. You are all in my prayers this Mother’s Day Weekend. ❤️

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“Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭22:6‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Hibiscus\" “Beautiful hibiscus in the West Virginia sunshine.”

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In 1986, Hubby #2 joined a medical practice in a small mountain town in Colorado. My daughter was just turning 12 and about to start junior high. I had worked to provide for the family while my husband went through medical school, internship, and residency so when he started his practice, I stayed home to be a full time mom.

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Having grown up in West Virginia and spending a good portion of my childhood on my grandparents’ farm, I longed to have a farm of my own. I traveled ahead of my husband to find a place to live. Rentals were few and far between, and when the realtor showed me a five bedroom log house on two acres just outside of town, I was smitten. It had everything I was looking for, except…it was for sale. We had absolutely no money nor did we have any way to get some. The realtor threw out an idea…rent to own. I knew I could get enough money out of my beloved VW Westfalia camper to put down as earnest money. I returned to Denver and told my husband we had a house.

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He wasn’t thrilled. I mean, looking back, I can’t blame him. I kind of took advantage of an opportunity that was presented and figured I could get him on board when he saw it. And, after he saw it…he was smitten as well. The house had cathedral ceilings in the living room. It had one whole wall of glass that overlooked the valley with the Red Cliffs and the Flatirons Wilderness beyond. It was incredibly beautiful, and beyond anything we ever could have dreamed of.

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One acre was a fenced in pasture. I always wanted a big garden, and here was my opportunity. There were some problems, however. First, Colorado is a semi-arid state prone to drought. Second, it has a short growing season, and just the two miles out our road was enough of a rise in elevation that the growing seasons was a full 2-4 weeks shorter than Denver (which is a full two months shorter than West Virginia). My dream of lush fertile ground was dashed and anything I did manage to raise was either frozen out in the middle of June or ravaged by deer.

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When I first came back to West Virginia in 2014 to help my aunt on the farm, I had full intentions of planting a garden in the spring. Things didn’t work out as planned, unfortunately. I ended up traveling for much of the next couple of years. Then Mr. FixIt came along. And, now I have a garden! He tilled in some manure and compost yesterday just in time for a predicted rain storm last night. We’ll set out the tomato plants this weekend along with some bush beans. If I were going to be home all summer, I might do something more ambitious. As it is, there are tons of farmers markets and fruit and vegetable stands. I hope to do some canning this fall for the first time since before Mr. Virgo died. This is this first time I’ve been excited about doing something like this and it feels wonderful. It’s another level of healing, another step forward.

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Another thing I’d like to do is build a small greenhouse. Bedding plants are so expensive anymore. There are dozens of pots around the pool and the yard and it would cost a mint to buy bedding plants. I will try raising some of my own seedlings next year. I was telling a friend the other day…I wish I was thirty again. Oh, the things I would do with the access to the land that I have now! Ahhhhh…youth is wasted on the young. ❤️

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“Every moving thing that lives shall be food for you. And as I gave you the green plants, I give you everything.”\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭9:3‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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    \n\"Dream“Is this a dream?”
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\nMr. Virgo has been gone over five years now. In those five years, I have had two or three dreams of him. I’ve wanted more. I begged God for more back in the first couple of years. Just one more conversation. One more hug. Hear his voice one last time. Unfortunately, I had erased all of his voicemails just three days before he died. I had a couple of messages on the answering machine at home, but he didn’t sound happy because he was trying to reach me and kept getting the machine instead. Those just make me sad because he really left great voicemails. I hadn’t heard his voice in so long. I wasn’t sure what he sounded like anymore. Then...he came to me in a dream a couple of nights ago.\n

In the dream, Mr. FixIt and I were in Florida at a flea market. You know, the kind with the roof but the sides are all open to allow air flow? It was really crowded but no one was looking at each other. We were all busy looking at merchandise. I walked around a small group of women. I was looking down and I saw a pair of familiar men’s shoes. Rockports. With the man in them. I slowly raised my eyes and saw the gray dress pants, the black leather belt, the crisply ironed long sleeved shirt. It was a pale blue. The tie a stylish navy with slight flecks of red. I was so taken by the familiarity of the clothing that it took me a moment to comprehend what was happening. Suddenly, I jerked my eyes upward and there he was! That shock of meticulously groomed silver hair, wire-rimmed glasses. Curiously…he didn’t have a beard. He was clean-shaven when he died. I assumed that must carry over into the afterlife.

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I sucked my breath in with a start.

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“It’s YOU!” I said.

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Then…he spoke to me!

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“Well…it’s about time, don’t you think?”

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I heard him and saw him as clear as if he were actually standing in front of me. I walked up to him and he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close. I laid my head on his chest. I couldn’t hear a heartbeat.

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“They told me you died.” I whispered.

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“Oh, baby doll. I just went somewhere else.” He didn’t offer anything else. Suddenly, I remembered Mr. FixIt was with me. I turned to him and he was looking at an item in the booth next to me. I had a momentary feeling of awkwardness. How was I going to introduce Mr. FixIt to Mr. Virgo? I needn’t have worried because soon it became obvious…Mr. FixIt couldn’t see him.

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I turned back to Mr. Virgo. He was watching this new love of mine. He seemed to be studying him. Finally, he turned to me and smiled the sweetest smile.

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“You tell him I think he’s doing a great job, will you?” The two men I loved most in the world were just steps apart but a world away from one another with me as the common denominator.

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“I will,” I promised. “He’ll love knowing you said that.”

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And, with that came the call of the mockingbird in the trumpet vine outside the bedroom window, putting up a ruckus over some interloper getting too near her nest. I woke up.

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There was a time in my grief when that would have slayed me. But I woke up feeling so happy that I got to “see” him again. That I got to “hear” him again. That I got to “feel” that big bear hug from this handsome man. Soon…as with all dreams…he began to recede to the back room of my mind. I was tickled to pieces that he got to see Mr. FixIt with me.

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“Thank you.” I whispered into the early dawn light. “It was good to see you again. Don’t be such a stranger!” ❤

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“Long ago, at many times and in many ways, God spoke to our fathers by the prophets,”\n‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭1:1‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Mosaic “Mosaic of Starry Night by VanGogh”

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Every day since Mr. Virgo died, God has handed me a small tile and asked me to put it on a wall in my mind. At first, they were all shades of gray…darkness…shadows…swirls of inky blackness. I dutifully placed each one on the wall as He gave them to me. They made no sense. It was sheer chaos…day after day after day.

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Then one day, there was a deep blue tile. I held it in my hand as though I wasn’t sure what “color” was. It had been so long since I had seen any. After a bit of meditation, I placed the dark blue colored tile amid the darker swirls. Some time later, I got another blue, then another, and soon…the tiles became lighter and lighter shades of blue. A pattern seemed to be emerging in the chaos and I could start to see a picture forming.

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Curious, I began to run my eyes over the picture. I could see big empty places and I had an idea what I wanted to see there. I began to hold my hands out eagerly for my daily allotment of tiles. By this time, I was getting several a day. Then one day, I got a bright yellow one. It reminded me of something. The sun! Yes!!! I placed the tiles faster and faster. Bigger splashes of color emerged. Golden rays, swirls of deep orange, emphatic points of bright red.

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Finally, I thought the picture was finished. I stepped back and looked and saw there were still many empty spots that needed filling, some lines needed correcting. When I looked to my left, I could see familiar scenes…scenes of a life already spent. When I looked to my right, the blank walled stretched further than I could see…it’s terminus shrouded in a foggy mist. I couldn’t see where it ended…but I could sense an ending somewhere over there.

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This is my life mosaic. Here are all the experiences of my life up till now. The colors vary with the experiences of the moment. There, about twenty-five years back, was a dark period where I dealt with depression and divorce. There, about five years back, was another dark period when I dealt with the death of Mr. Virgo. All the other scenes are varying degrees of colorful brilliance, cool undertones, staccato spots of joy. It is beautiful and far from being complete. But every day brings me the opportunity to take what God gives me and paint the portrait of my life with it. I’m looking for a brilliant teal, a vibrant spring green, a luscious purple, hot pink. How about you? ❤

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“Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭16:3‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Southern “A Big Southern Breakfast”

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Ok, I literally ate whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it on this trip and I think I made the right choice. Life is too short. I don’t eat like this all the time…it was vacation!

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The last hurrah was in Williamsburg, VA at the Capitol Pancake House. That name alone drew me in. But when I saw the parking lot was full, I knew we had stumbled on something good. I didn’t have to even taste this to know it was going to be over the top delicious. (This photo didn’t catch the short stack of pancakes on the side! Wow!)

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I am telling you what…I learned how they spell “love” in the south. B-A-C-O-N! Or, it is G-R-I-T-S? Either way, this was the icing on the cake, so to speak. It was the best way to close out a stellar vacation. I didn’t have to do anything or be anywhere at a certain time for a whole week. I’m feel relaxed, refreshed, renewed. A huge thank you to Mr. FixIt for sharing so much with me…I had a blast! Thank you God for safe travels! And…truly, is there anything better than crawling back in your own bed??? ❤

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“You will be blessed when you come in and blessed when you go out.”\n‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭28:6‬ ‭NIV‬

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\"Sunset\" “Sunset over the Sound, OBX”

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After watching the twenty day forecast for the Outer Banks, Mr. FixIt and I were fully prepared for a cold, cloudy, wet week at the beach. As it turned out, the weather predictions were almost entirely incorrect. We had one day that rained all day. The first day we arrived, I had to wear my down coat on the beach. One afternoon, we had a really great thunderstorm. And, that was it. We couldn’t have asked for a better week. Yesterday was around 70 degrees. A gentle breeze came off the ocean, but it was still warm enough to sit out in the sun in a bathing suit…knitting! I got a little sunburned in the spots I missed with the sunscreen, but overall, it was perfect.

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Last night’s sunset was a true gift. I turned to Mr. FixIt and asked, “How can anyone sit and watch this and think there is no God?” It was the best sunset of the week by far…we only had two that were picture worthy. We are driving all the way home today so we can go to church tomorrow. We don’t want to miss it. And, remember last summer when I went to the Revival? Well, Pastor Matthew is having one this week and I’m going so get ready for some fired up posts in the coming days!

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Get out there this weekend and enjoy the beautiful weather if it’s nice where you are! We only get so many sunsets. ❤

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“The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭65:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\n\"Hands\n
    “Time spent in nature is never lost.”
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\nThere is no way to avoid bumping into grief. It’s around the corner. On any given day, something...anything...can trigger a grief response. Sometimes it’s a whisper. Sometimes it’s a roar. It’s such a relief when things are going smoothly and the interruption is just a riffle in the stream. That’s what happened yesterday when I opened Facebook and there was one of those “memories” right in my face. There was a time that would have knocked me flat. Instead, I felt the sting then let it go. It will always be there in one form or another. I just try not to focus on it so much anymore. That doesn’t always work, but it did this time.\n

\"Turtles\" “Turtles at the aquarium.”

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I am having such a wonderful time at the beach with Mr. FixIt. We started out yesterday with the fabulous pancakes at Stack ‘Em High 4.5. Look up Kristine…the owner’s wife. What a hoot! Then we went to the Elizabethan Gardens, the aquarium, and the Fort Raleigh National Historic Site. We learned about Sir Walter Raleigh and the Lost Colony. We drove all over Roanoke Island and saw the shipyards where they make those huge yachts. We had crab for supper, tried to see a sunset (no go…yet), and drove up the island toward Corolla. We ended the evening with a few hands of Rummy. It was a very good day.

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\"Dungeness “Dungeness crab!”

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I hope you enjoy the photos. The flowers are stunning down here! ❤

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\"Stuffed “Stuffed Flounder”

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\"Shark “Shark!”

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\"Jellyfish\" “Jellyfish at the aquarium.”

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\"Elizabethan “Elizabethan Gardens”

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\"Cherub “Cherub in the Hostas”

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\"Ornate “Ornate Marble Birdbath - Elizabethan Gardens”

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\"Sculpture “Sculpture Garden”

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\"Interesting “Interesting trees make for a pleasant stroll through the gardens on the sound.”

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\"Virginia “Virginia Dare sculpture - Elizabethan Gardens, Roanoke Island, NC”

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“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭139:9-10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"No “Love: No Crowds! Hate: Down Coat on the Beach!”

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What do I love about being at the beach this time of year? NO crowds! There isn’t a wait at the restaurants. There’s practically no traffic. It’s easy to feel like you live here. The shops are filled with fresh merchandise that’s fun to look through.

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What do I hate about the beach this time of year? Having to wear a down coat to walk on it!

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It’s ok, though. I prefer this cool, sunny weather to the oppressive heat of summer. Yesterday was gorgeous! We walked about four or five miles yesterday. I took a nap. Then we went for a long drive. We didn’t have a pretty sunset which was disappointing. The sunsets here are stunning. I’m hoping to catch a sunrise or two while we’re here. The temperature all night is a steady fifty-three degrees. I’ll take that!

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Sometimes you just need to take a break from your surroundings. It can be something big that you plan for ahead of time like a trip away. Or, it can be a drive or a hike or a visit to a museum. BE-ing. Breathing. Taking a break from the ordinary hubbub of life can give you a fresh perspective. Our mind needs a mental break. Our body needs refreshment. Our spirit needs to be recharged. It doesn’t have to cost a lot to accomplish a lot. I hope you will make plans to just BE for a little while…no matter what that looks like for you. Press “pause”.❤️

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“The Lord replied, “My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest.””\n‭‭Exodus‬ ‭33:14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Highway\" “He’s a Texan!”

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Mr. FixIt is a great travel companion. I have absolutely no sense of direction so between him and Mavis the GPS, I always know just what turn is coming up and what lane to be in. And, unlike Mavis, Mr. FixIt has a million stories that keep me laughing the whole way.

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He was telling me about his grandmother yesterday as we drove. Get this…his grandma brought four little boys under the age of ten all the way down here in the mid ‘50s and camped in a tent in a state park for two months at a time…by herself! No electric. No water hookup. No showers. She cooked on a campfire and let these little boys run like the wind. I am in awe of her…I would have LOVED to have met her.

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I am forever ribbing Mr. FixIt for his accent and his colloquial turn of a phrase. Appalachian English actually has it’s roots deep in the ancestry of the people here. English, Irish, and Scottish folk have a different way of speaking and it has come down through the generations and resulted in words like “rench” for rinse, “crick” for creek, “boosh” for bush. Things like “we was” instead of we were. “Them” instead of they. They put the letter “a” in front of things like, “I’m a’fixin to go.” They drop the “g” off of everything…”goin’”, “fixin’”, “bein’”. It’s not a matter of education either. Mr. FixIt has three degrees and he still says some things that make me scratch my head and wonder. Being a word nerd, I vacillate between wanting to correct everything to being highly entertained.

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When we were driving on Friday, we were behind someone and Mr. FixIt said, “Look at that guy. He’s driving like he’s a Texan!” I thought to myself, “How can he tell that? Are Texans bad drivers?” I brushed it off and drove on. An hour or so later he said, “Look at that…he’s a Texan!” I looked at Mr. FixIt with a puzzled look. He just shrugged and said, “Well, he was!” Again, I didn’t question.

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Yesterday, we were on the interstate again and he said, “Oh my gosh…I think that guy is a Texan!” I saw the license plate and said firmly. “He is not! He’s from New York!” This time Mr. FixIt looked at ME weird. He turned back around and looked at the guy as we passed him and he said, “Yep, he was a Texan!” I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to say something.

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“Honey, how on EARTH do you know he’s a Texan just by looking at him???”

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Mr. FixIt gave me a funny look then started laughing. “He was a’TEXTIN’! TEXTIN’!”

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Seriously…I almost peed my pants laughing.

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I love this guy…he’s a never ending source of pure fun! ❤️

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“Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with shouts of joy; then they said among the nations, “The Lord has done great things for them."”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭126:2‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Dogwood\" “Dogwood”

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We had an amazing visit with my cousin and his wife this weekend. Instead of running around and doing things like we usually do while we were there, I was content to stay put and visit with this most beloved man. Our visits are numbered and I am always pleasantly surprised at his resilience and positive determination. He assured me he will be around a while so I told him I’m counting on that.

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\"Pink “I’m not sure what kind of flowering tree this is. Anyone?”

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We stopped at Pilot Mountain this afternoon and took in the views from the top. We stopped at a lovely rest area outside Greensboro and had a picnic under the spreading arms of flowering dogwood trees. There was a wonderful sweetness drifting on the warm breeze as we nibbled on cheese and crackers. We browsed the area on my cell phone and found an affordable hotel nearby and called it a day. We’ll drive the rest of the way to the beach today.

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\"“Pilot “Pilot Mountain, North Carolina”

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Thank you God for travel mercies. My many blessings are not lost on me. ❤

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“And I say, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest; yes, I would wander far away; I would lodge in the wilderness…”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭55:6-7‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Fred “Magic Fred dancing at Mountain Fair”

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We called him “Magic Fred.” Fred “Lightning Heart” Haberlien was a fixture in the Roaring Fork Valley where I lived for 28 years. He was an incredible muralist. His paintings grace buildings and silos all across Colorado, bringing warmth and light to spaces once overlooked or deemed an eyesore.

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I first met Fred when his wife Teresa interviewed for a position in Hubby #2’s medical practice somewhere in the late ‘80s. He was a shaman, a medicine man, a spirit dancer. With his long hair pulled back into a ponytail and his signature hat, Fred could soon be found all over town spreading his love and light. When he met you…everytime he met you…he handed you a polished rock. He gave you a piece of his Earth Mother to hold and keep. He was generous to a fault, a peaceful man. I never saw anything rattle him.

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\"Fred “Fred and one of his stunning murals.”

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When Daughter #1 was born, Fred was drawn to her old soul. He wrote up her star chart in intricate detail. He brought her small gifts. He was enchanted, as we all were, with this quiet, dark-haired beauty that graced our presence. When she was older, he showed her magic tricks…hence the nickname, “Magic Fred.”

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When we decided to renovate the kitchen in the big house on the hill, Fred came and drew the surrounding vista on the soffits above the cabinets. Any direction you turned, you could see what was outside…Mt. Sopris, The Flattops Wilderness Area, Red Mountain, Lookout Mountain. It was something I cherished.

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\"Fred Fred painted large murals that covered unsightly buildings.”

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We lost ⚡❤ on Sunday night. I saw him last summer at the live music in the park in Glenwood Springs. I hadn’t known he was ill and had narrowly escaped esophageal cancer in the year prior. I don’t know for sure, but I assume that beast came back with a roar. You often read tributes like “The world is a little darker without you.” Fred wouldn’t want that, I don’t think. I think he would have wanted us to say “I see the spark of you in everything.” Tears stung my eyes when I read of his passing…mostly for his beloved partner, Teresa. They were simbiotic…such a beautiful match. It will be a difficult road for many who loved and honored our good friend.

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\"Fred “Fred dancing in front of a finished mural.”

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Fame wasn’t something Fred sought. He sought to touch people’s lives in a way that might change them, which he did brilliantly. His paintings are beautiful gifts he left for us to remember him by…almost as a side note. He will be sorely missed.

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Vaya con dios, my sweet friend. Go with God.

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⚡❤⚡

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“For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭4:17-18‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Hands\" “Faith or Fear?”

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I love my readers. And I love how God uses them to teach me things. “Betty” (not her real name) sent me a message yesterday morning. She found a little typo and wanted to let me know. Everyone knows I’m a stickler for good grammar and I have a few who help me catch things when they slip through. She always signs off with “WALK STRONG.” I wrote back that I was trying, but I have a few things I’m facing in the coming weeks that I could use some extra prayers for. Immediately, “Betty” came back with a valuable reminder.

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God is omnipresent…He is everywhere and all powerful. The enemy is not. Our pastor says he is so small, he is under our boot. So he waits. And he listens. He finds weakness and exploits it. When we speak out loud and voice our fear or anger or doubt, he pounces on that and attacks us through our thoughts. So, we have to be careful about the words we confess…over ourselves, our circumstances, each other. “Betty” reminded me in order to defeat the enemy, we have to beat him at his own game and confess positive, Victory, light…all of which are God’s characteristics. She went on to say you have lay your burdens down at the foot of the cross and walk away. Ohhhhh…that is not an easy thing to do!

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“Betty” says…you can have Faith, or you can have fear. You can’t have both…you have to choose. I took that into my situation yesterday. I drove to town professing light, strength, courage, Victory. I laid everything down and walked away and was filled with an incredible sense of peace. “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy…” John 10:10 When you open yourself by confessing fears, you open the door and let the enemy in. “WALK STRONG!” I love that!

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Divine appointments. God makes appointments with us every day. He sends the Holy Spirit to counsel us. In this case, He sent “Betty” with word of a typo that turned into a valuable lesson of Faith for me. It literally changed my day. It doesn’t work if you don’t listen. And it doesn’t work if you don’t obey. This life gig is pretty cool if you think about it. We have this incredible supernatural Father that loves us, craves interaction with us, sends a Spirit to coach us and teach us and, dare I say, scold us when we need it. And all we have to do is trust, and believe, and listen, and follow directions. Amazing!

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Who is your “Betty” today? ❤

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“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”\n‭‭John‬ ‭10:10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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    \n\"Lawnmower\"“It’s that time of year!”
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\nI love doing new things. Yesterday, it was mowing about four acres with a riding lawn mower. I’ve never used a riding mower before. I’ve never really had a lawn big enough that would justify the expense. The yard at the farm is about an acre so I guess if I were planning on living there forever, I might buy one, but really, the self-propelled Toro mower I have out there is just fine.\n

Mr. FixIt has five acres. He used to mow all of it but in the last few years, he’s left that back acre or so to be brush hogged a couple of times a year. Still, four acres is a pretty impressive amount of mowing. I filled up my water bottle, put on my wide brimmed hat and radio headphones and cranked up the tunes. I rock and rolled out there for a good two hours and it wasn’t bad at all. Then I used the push mower to get some of the places I couldn’t reach with the rider and that about did me in. It was probably ninety degrees out there and I really should have known better. I don’t tolerate heat very well at all anymore. Fortunately, I do know to quit at the very first symptoms of overheating. I came in and took a cool shower, drank some fluids with electrolytes, ate a banana, and laid down under the ceiling fan. I soon felt much better, although I’m going to be pretty sore today.

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Mr. FixIt was very proud of my accomplishments. He asked if that was the first time I’d ever mowed on a riding mower. I grinned ear to ear. He laughed and said, “It just might get old after a while!” Yeah, probably…but it sure was fun yesterday. He was thrilled to have the extra help and that made me feel good. He changed his oil and got a lot of work done while I mowed. If I hadn’t have helped, he’d have been out there hours longer. The Bible says two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor. If one falls down, one can help the other up. Mr. FixIt and I make a good team. ❤

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“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars; he gives to all of them their names. Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭147:3-5‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Two “It’s good to love again.”

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Fridays. Since we first started dating, Fridays have been declared “sacrosanct”…too important or valuable to be interfered with. We don’t make plans with anyone on Fridays. That’s OUR day. We go where we want, do what we want. No obligations other than to enjoy each other’s company to the fullest. I’ve come to love Fridays. We look forward all week long to our special day. It’s special because we declared it so.

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We packed up from our week at the farm and headed back to the Ponderosa yesterday. We went to Walmart and bought oil and a filter so I could change the oil on my truck before we leave next week for the beach. It was only the second time I’ve changed the oil and Mr. FixIt sat right there and answered any questions I had. He handed me tools. And he offered words of encouragement when things didn’t go quite as smoothly as they had the first time. First, I tried using the creeper…that thing you lay on and roll under the vehicle. The new ramps Mr. FixIt bought aren’t as high as the old ones and with the creeper under me, I was feeling way too cramped. So I scooted back out and started over by wiggling under the truck. The engine was still pretty warm so the oil was runny and when I took the plug out of the oil pan, it sprayed everywhere. All over me…in my hair. What a mess. But, eventually…I got it done.

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I have never had a qualm about doing hefty projects around the house, but I always deferred things like changing the oil to the man of the house or the guy at Jiffy Lube. It never occurred to me to do these things. But after Mr. Virgo died, I felt so incompetent at so many things. I vowed I would learn how to do anything that needed doing so I would never feel that vulnerable again. Mr. FixIt is an excellent teacher and has infinite patience with me. At first, I think it bothered him a bit that I wanted to do things myself. It gives him great pleasure to do things for me. Now he seems to get a big kick out of watching me accomplish something and be so proud of myself.

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Loving after loss is different. I’m much more independent and assertive than I have ever been. This love encompasses fierce bravery and incredible tenderness. Case in point…I was putting laundry away yesterday when the song “At Last” came on the playlist. Out of the blue, I was standing in Rivers Restaurant on a crisp April day…dancing in Mr. Virgo’s arms. Our first, and only, dance was at our wedding reception. Nine times out of ten, I can hear that song and smile. Not yesterday. I sat on the edge of the bed and cried. It’s a short song. It was soon over and I dried my eyes and went on about my work. Later, I walked through the kitchen and Mr. FixIt was doing dishes. I stopped and watched him for a few moments. When he was finished, he turned and saw me standing there and smiled as he wiped his hands.

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“I love you more than I ever dreamed possible,” I said. “And, even with that deep love, I just sat on the bed and cried when “At Last” came on.”

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He knows the significance of the song. He opened his arms wide and drew me into his embrace. He held me close and whispered into my hair.

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“Of course you did, sweetheart. It brings back memories.”

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That’s all. No attempt to jolly me out of it. No rush to move me along and change the subject. Just honor. And love. And support. And validation. No one…no one could ever ask for anything more beautiful than that. What a wonderful man.

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I love Fridays. ❤

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“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.”\n‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭4:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Burning “Burning an Old Tree Stump”

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With the onslaught of spring comes the inevitable chores. Yard work, cleaning out ditches. Picking up downed branches. Mr. FixIt is one of those guys who can’t be still…he has to be doing something. So, I asked him if he thought he could do something about that unsightly rotting tree trunk down at the end of the driveway. He did me one better. He got the lawnmower out of the barn and mulched up the leaves and got the first mowing of the season done. Then he went after the tree trunk. I am so grateful to have this man in my life. Not just for his Mr. FixIt capabilities…but for, everything!

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I remember when this tree was in its prime. My uncle says it died with the emerald ash borer infestation. Lots of trees around here did. Over the last decade or so, the trunk has very slowly rotted but not fast enough for me. I don’t have a chain saw. I didn’t feel like getting the hand saw after it. I have kicked chunks off of it, but that wood is still pretty hard down in there. Mr. FixIt decided we’d just burn it out. It was a sunny day, no wind to speak of. I must say…it was pretty impressive once it got going! It will take it a while to smolder down and be gone. Then later on I can plant a flowering shrub there like Hydrangea or Rose of Sharon. We have plenty of Quince and Forsythia so I don’t want to plant that. And I really don’t want to plant another tree. We bring campers in and out of this driveway so I don’t want branches blocking the way.

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Today is errand day and meeting my cousin’s wife for a big hug and a much needed visit. Every day brings us closer to warm summer evenings sitting on the porch drinking sweet tea. And every day brings us closer to saying goodbye to him whom we adore. This will be a bittersweet year. ❤️

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“The earth is the Lord ’s and the fullness thereof, the world and those who dwell therein,”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭24:1‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Messy “Organized Chaos”

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Wahoo! I not only got the taxes done, but I found the results to be quite pleasing. I don’t know why I was so worried. I had myself convinced I was going to have to pay a huge amount but that didn’t turn out to be the case. I feel such a heavy load has been lifted. Now I can go get the new brakes on my truck this week. I was putting it off till I was sure about the taxes.

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Getting these deadlines and the taxes behind me has opened my coming days to more enjoyable pursuits. We’re going to spend more time at the farm to enjoy all of grandma’s flowers. We’ll start preparing for our trip to the beach. There are some outdoor things at both houses that need doing…cleaning off the porches, trimming some shrubs, some minor hope repairs. Not to mention start cleaning out that huge building behind Mr. FixIt’s house. I’m telling you…even THAT tops doing paperwork and taxes!

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The other day, I heard from Tammy. Those of you who have been around for a while may remember the story about meeting a woman in the Hot Springs Pool in Glenwood Springs. She had just arrived in town after driving from Cincinnati. I was leaving the locker room and saw her standing there, clutching her bag and peeking out at the pools. She wasn’t sure of the procedure. I told her how everything worked and when she came out, she sat by me in the therapeutic pool…the one that runs at 105 degrees.

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We had a lovely conversation. I told her I was from Parkersburg originally, just up the river from her. Before long, she told me her father had passed away recently and she was struggling. I told her I had lost my parents, too. And it hadn’t been more than a year since I lost my husband. I quoted something from my blog…something I had just written the week before…but I didn’t identify myself as the author.

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Suddenly, Tammy narrowed her eyes and asked. “Do you write a blog?”

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“Why, yes. Yes, I do.” I replied, somewhat surprised.

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“Is it something about marshmallows?” she asked.

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“How would you know that?” I was stunned.

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“I’ve been researching Glenwood Springs and your blog came up. I’ve been reading it for a while now.” Tammy smiled.

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This has happened a lot over the last couple of years as the blog gets around, but this was the first time anyone knew my work and I was humbled. Tammy has followed along all these years and on occasion, we reach out and say hello. The other day, she reached out and shared something deeper. It turns out, she was very ill last year. To the point she wasn’t sure she was going to make it. She wanted to let me know that the uplifting “notes from God” that shine through my posts helped keep her going. She sat in the hospital having treatments and looked for my posts, reading them over an over and they offered her comfort and courage and hope. And,l now, thank you God, she is well and traveling again.

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I got such a lump in my throat when she told me that. It reassured me, yet again, that I am doing exactly what I am supposed to be doing. She found me when she was mourning her father. Yet she kept reading all these years. Why? I know why. God gives me the words and He brings those who need to read them. That is my prayer before I write. God is so good…he is so faithful. He knew Tammy was going to need to hear from him in a real and tangible way, so he made our paths cross that cold November night in a hot springs. I almost didn’t stop that night. I was on my way home from Denver when I just got the pull…go there.

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That still, small voice can bring the most amazing experiences into your life…the most beautiful people. You just have to listen…and be obedient.

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Oh, and eleven years ago yesterday, I married Mr. Virgo. The week he died, I put two alarms in my phone to repeat every year. One was the exact time we said I do. The other was the last breath he took. I’ve been busy the last couple of weeks with writing and deadlines and taxes and the date slipped my mind. Till yesterday…when the alarm went off. I smiled and whispered, “Thank you for being part of my life.” Then I removed the alarm. I thought about it for a moment, and removed the alarm that would forever remind me of the exact time of his death, as well. I didn’t need either one anymore.

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It was time.❤

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“Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2:4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Daffodils “Daffodils by the Cistern”

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I set to work yesterday, determined to finish the taxes. I sorted through every bag of papers I brought to the farm with me, only to come up two papers short. By the time I discovered this, it was mid-afternoon so I texted Mr. FixIt. He was due to arrive in a few hours.

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“Change of plans.” I texted. “I’m coming home.”

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He is a patient and flexible man, thank goodness.

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\"Quince\" “Quince on the Creek Bank”

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I did a quick walkabout and caught some pictures of the flowers at the farm before I packed up the important stuff and headed to The Ponderosa. As I drove through the countryside, I marveled at the earth waking up all around me. I came around a bend and the pasture near an old, broken down farmhouse was dotted with daffodils. Great splashes of yellow spread out before me and I smiled. Someone…long ago…planted all these little bulbs in this field. I knew. There was once a woman who coveted spring as much as me. I could imagine her living in what may have seemed a hovel…or perhaps, a castle to her. She worked hard to keep her family fed and her farm in order. Maybe she bought a bag of little daffodil bulbs at the feed store with her egg money…an impulse purchase meant to bring joy in the springs to come. And, long after she was dead and gone, I swung around that bend in the road and thought of the nameless, faceless woman with a love for all things fresh and new.

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\"Daffodils “Grandma’s Daffodils “

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I whispered my thanks to her and drove on. ❤

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““Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭12:27-31‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Holding “The Sweetest Love”

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Ever since I changed my Twitter handle to @GriefMaven, I’ve been meeting the coolest people in the grief support community. I have had more interaction and made more connections in the last month than I did in all of the five years prior. I have to admit, I didn’t really “get” Twitter. You send some random thought out, you throw a few hashtags with it in the hopes someone else is interested in said hashtagged subjects, then they like your Tweet. Maybe you get the cherished “Retweet” where they like it so much, they send it on. Or…the Holy Grail of Tweetdom…they FOLLOW you! They like you enough to watch what you’ll say next. I get it now. You can truly build a community in Twitter and I must say I am enjoying it tremendously. It’s an excellent platform to build each other up.

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In the process of tweeting and retweeting, I find writers I may not have found otherwise. Such is the case of Catherine Tidd. She wrote a guest post on Hello Grief (hellogrief.org) about dating. The horse has already left the barn for me, but some of you may be thinking about dating again. If so, I couldn’t have written a better article about it that Catherine did with “Time to Cast the Line”. (I’ll leave the link at the bottom of this post.)

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Ever since I started dating Mr. FixIt, there has been this deep “feeling” I haven’t been able to express. It flits to the surface on occasion and I stuff it back down because people might not understand. Heck…even I don’t understand. So I stuff it back down, feeling like I should be celebrating something but can’t let myself. Catherine’s article articulates what I’ve been feeling so well, so I’ll just share it here. And then we’ll discuss it.

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This is the best relationship I have ever been in.

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There. I’ve said it. It’s the best, really. It’s deeper. It’s broader. It’s lighter. It’s easier. It’s filled with love and laughter and light and God. I was so afraid admitting this would somehow be disrespectful of what I had before. So, what does that mean about my marriage? My relationship with Mr. Virgo? Our life and love?

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Absolutely. Nothing.

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You know why? Because I’m not the same woman Mr. Virgo married. I’m not the same woman that lived with him. I’m not the same woman that loved him. I’m so much more now…BECAUSE I had him. BECAUSE I was married to him. BECAUSE I loved him. And…BECAUSE he died. I hate when people tell you everything happens for a reason. My friend, Debbie Weiss (@thehungoverwidow) says she hates when someone says everything happens for a reason, as if her husband’s death was necessary to stave off a plague of frogs. (Read her…she’s funny!)

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I didn’t have to lose Mr. Virgo to gain some sort of amazing insight into my existence. I didn’t have to lose him to achieve a grand level of personal growth. But…those things happened, and I’m a different person than I was before. (Remember my pickle/cucumber analogy?) Like Catherine says in her article…who knows if Mr. Virgo would even LIKE who I am now? I’m stronger and much more outspoken. I’m a hundred times more independent. When I want to pick up and go…I go. He told me from the outset that he didn’t date women who wanted to pick up and go. He wanted someone who would be there with him. So…I was there. I don’t regret it. Not for a minute. But I’m not that same person. And, fortunately, Mr. FixIt knows that and understands me.

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I could never find another man like Mr. Virgo. And if I did, maybe it wouldn’t work for me in this incarnation of myself. Does that mean I don’t still love him. Of course not. Does it mean I’ve “gotten over him?” Oh, h*** no! You don’t ever “get over” someone you loved with the white hot heat of the sun. But the sun is shining again. And…the sun shines bright now because I longed for the sun…I was so ready for the sun…I will cherish every moment I can get in the sun.

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It’s ok if you don’t ever want to date again. I am behind you 100%. Some people are just happy as little clams to not be bothered. Good for you! You know yourself and that is awesome. But, if you feel…even a little bit…that you miss the companionship of another, the warmth of another, the humor of another….don’t be afraid. There are good men out there. There really are. Mr. FixIt is proof of that. This is the best…really. ❤️

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www.hellogrief.org/time-to-c…

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“And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. We love because he first loved us.”\n‭‭1 John‬ ‭4:16-19‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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#love, #MovingForward, #relationships

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\"Bluebird “He Brings Me Bluebirds”

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Oh, there is nothing like a good ol’ thunderstorm and a hard rain on this old roof to bring me into my cozy “safe place”. As I sit in my familiar chair at the front window, I can see through the veil of rain to the far hillside. The neighbor across the way lost his culvert drain last spring and spent much of the summer building and hand carrying five gallon buckets of gravel up the hill to fill in around the new drainage pipe he laid. Now, there is a new waterfall to watch when the rain pours. The white splash of the water on the rocks below glows like a beacon in the gloomy darkness of the storm. Thunder crashes and the skies open and just as quickly, it drops back to the gentle rain we’ve had all morning.

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Working on the computer here at the farm is a dicey proposition this time of year. The electric can go off at a moment’s notice and be off for days at a time. We had quite a wind blow through here a couple of hours before I wrote this. That can easily drop a tree or even a branch over the lines and put us out of business till the guys with the chainsaws arrive. Mr. FixIt was here and when he drove back to the Ponderosa yesterday morning, there was a huge tree down across the road about a mile and a half from the farm. When I saw that wind gust through this little holler, I just prayed God would keep the trees from tumbling down on this old house…and our old heads!

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Seeing the new spring green creep its way up the hillside and filling in the lawns and fields reminds me we are inching ever closer to the warm days of sweet tea and porches. How we see the seasons is highly individualized. Some love winter, some hate it. Some cope by skiing, some by fleeing. It’s the same with grief. We each approach it in our own way and what works for one may not work for another.

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As I was sitting here writing, a notification popped up on my screen in one of the widow’s groups I follow. A woman had posed a question. Someone had suggested she might benefit from seeing a counselor and she wanted our opinions. The discussion that followed involved a lot of differing opinions. When I offered that indeed grief therapy can help some who feel stuck, there was one woman who kept firing back that you can’t “treat” grief. I dealt with her in a loving way and told her I totally understood that talking with her widowed peers works for her as a way to cope and work through this journey we didn’t ask for. However, I was adamant in this…there is nothing wrong with seeking the help of a trained professional if you are feeling overwhelmed or stuck. Therapy is not intended to become a lifelong occupation. It is meant to give you a safe place to open up about your feelings in front of someone who is trained to watch for signs of severe depression or hints of thoughts of suicide. In my particular case, I was suffering from PTSD and received EMDR treatments which greatly improved the flashback and panic attacks I was experiencing. I am not a trained professional. I cannot give medical advise, I can only tell you what has helped me. I can listen. I can empathize. And I can share. How you walk this out is highly individualized. I’m just here to offer you encouragement and shine God’s light on the path ahead. We don’t “treat grief”…we experience it…and sometimes that experience includes talking to a mental health professional. There is no shame in that. ❤️

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“Our sorrows are all, like ourselves, mortal. There are no immortal sorrows for immortal souls. They come, but blessed be God, they also go. Like birds of the air, they fly over our heads. But they cannot make their abode in our souls. We suffer today, but we shall rejoice tomorrow.” Charles Spurgeon

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““Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭7:7-8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Daffodils\" “Grandma’s Daffodils”

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This is my ultimate favorite time to be on the farm. While there isn’t a chorus of “peepers” here like there is at the Ponderosa (Mr. FixIt’s land), there is a chorus of songbirds, owls, and the creek running outside the bedroom window to lull you to sleep at night. Not to mention the sounds of the rain on the tin roof here in this old farmhouse.

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The lay of this land is different than Mr. FixIt’s. His is a flat five acres with the house, pool and outbuilding tucked over towards one corner. He has a couple of creeks, but they aren’t close enough to hear at night. I believe there is more usable land at his place than there is in the whole of seventy-four acres at the farm. The farmhouse sits on a long, narrow strip of land nestled between two steep hillsides comprising what is colloquially referred to as a “holler”. The driveway runs up one side of the house to the barn and outbuildings and the creek runs down the other side. The hillsides are heavily forested with deciduous and evergreen trees. There are walnut, hickory nut, flowering dogwood, sycamore, poplar, oak, maple, cherry, and redbud all up and down through here.

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Grandma treasured her flowers and the first of them…the daffodils…have bloomed. Now that Mr. FixIt’s hand is healed from his surgery and he doesn’t have PT three times a week, we can spend more time here.

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I’m looking forward to our annual road trip to the beach in three weeks so I’m trying to get things caught up at both houses. Hopefully we will get a side trip in to visit my cousin and his family in Bristol, Tennessee. Not too long after that is the first Girl Camping event that I’m attending. Camping season is soon upon us. My big summer project is to finish reworking my ‘67 Franklin camper and I can finally have that vintage trailer to dress up and play in! Today is supposed to be in the low 70’s with some up and down temps until next week when we get some really warm weather coming in. I am so much happier when I can get out in the sunshine and leave the coat behind. ❤️

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“For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations.”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭61:11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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#spring, #flowers, #growth

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\"Ipad\" “Working on my iPad in front of the big window.”

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The Bible teaches us to teach others…to correct them in their ways…so that they might learn and grow and walk in the right direction with God. Yesterday, I was the recipient of such gentle guidance and it struck me deeply. It gave me a sudden insight into my own behaviors and was most welcomed.

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For the last couple of weeks, I’ve mentioned several times how much work it has been to copy over the old posts from Facebook to my website. In looking back, I can see whining and complaining showing through my words. Sometimes it takes someone else to shine a light on a situation for you to really see it. That’s exactly what happened when a gentle reader wrote to me and pointed out the Bible loves a cheerful giver. I am giving to that new widow by making it easier for her to read the works that will speak into to her current situation. She pointed out that God uses ALL things for HIS good…and that includes when he put it on my heart to copy all this work over. I was reminded to think about what my spirit was while transferring. I simply love that and I am so grateful for her for taking this moment to teach me and gently correct my path. That is what we are supposed to do as Christians.

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It reminded me of 2 Timothy 3:16-17. “All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.” I get busy and self absorbed and sometimes feel overwhelmed with writing deadlines. Between that and the taxes, I did not have my heart in the right place as I copied and pasted. I was just looking at it as another chore to be done. I wasn’t being mindful of the intent and for whom I was sacrificing.

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Thank you, dear one. Thank you for the gentle correction and uplifting guidance. It changed my heart. ❤️

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“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭4:23‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Resurrection “He is Risen!”

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May you Rejoice and have a Blessed Easter. What was once nothing more than a Hallmark holiday for me has become a day of Rejoicing in the Risen Christ. Mr. FixIt and I went to church last night. They offered two services yesterday and two today. We felt Saturday would be less crowded. Wow…were we wrong! There wasn’t a seat in the place at the 5:00 service. The Worship Team outdid themselves and Pastor Justin gave an amazing message about just exactly WHO Jesus really is. It was wonderful!

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If you are a practicing Jew, this is the Passover season. I hope you enjoyed your Seders with friends and family and that your brisket was tender! I was a practicing Jew for 27 years. I organized the Seders for our small town. In 1986, we had 10 people. By the time I quit organizing them ten years later, 75 people attended. I had to finally give it over to a committee because it became too much. People brought side dishes and helped, but they always wanted me to make my famous Matzo Ball Soup and the Charoset and the Brisket and the Kugel. One year I even made homemade Gefilte Fish. It was a ton of work but there is nothing quite so fulfilling as feeding crowds their favorite holiday dishes.

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I met my writing deadlines last week. Now it’s time to get those taxes done so it’s back to the farm tonight where I can spread out my papers without distraction. I’ve made continued progress on copying content over to the website. I wish I would have listened to my gut instincts four years ago and built the website then so I wouldn’t have this backlog. But, hindsight is 20/20. It will be great when everything is on the web page because you’ll be able to look back at the early posts more easily. When new widows come on board, they may not find posts they can relate to in my current writing. So I want them to have easy access to relatable topics.

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It’s April…can you believe that??? My Pop-Pop was born 119 years ago. He died when he was 72. I had just graduated from high school and it was my first experience with death. My Grandma was so strong. She lost a son 15 years before in a plane crash. I miss them so much. Their farm offers me solace and it’s such a peaceful place to write.

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Enjoy this beautiful spring day! ❤️

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“They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭24:2-3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Fluffy “Boy Cat”

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Mr. FixIt and I both have a stack of things to do so we’re hunkered down in our respective houses working away. There’s taxes and banking, a new computer to set up, bills to pay, and writing deadlines. Every day I get a greater sense of urgency to copy my Facebook posts over to my website and it stuns me how much content is there. I know there is an end, but it’s nowhere in sight at the moment. I have been copying each post to the website for the last sixteen months. The backlog is entered up to September 2014, with a few blank spots I have to fill in.

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If you have to be stuck inside doing paperwork, at least the weather isn’t sunny and warm outside. It rained off and on all day yesterday and as I typed this post last night, a gentle rain pattered on the tin roof of the farm house. I cannot hear that sound without smiling. I know every sound, every creak, every settling whisper of this old house. When I am here, I am wrapped in the arms of family memories as comforting as one of grandma’s quilts. The weather forecast shows a prolonged rain pattern which is typical for this time of year in West Virginia. It’s mud season. So there will be a few more nights of rain song here at “Marshmallow Ranch.”

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The daffodils are almost open here on the farm. This little holler stays a good bit cooler than some of the surrounding area because we don’t get a lot of sun. Our flowers are always just a little bit behind. When I was copying posts over yesterday, there were several pictures of the farm in all its verdant splendor. I want time to slow down from now to October. I want to pay very close attention to the buds and flowers and leaves and not miss a thing. I want to stay present and mindful. We are heading into my very favorite time of the year and I am going to enjoy every second of it! ❤️

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“Ask the Lord for rain in the springtime; it is the Lord who sends the thunderstorms. He gives showers of rain to all people, and plants of the field to everyone.”\n‭‭Zechariah‬ ‭10:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Relaxing “Peace on the Porch”

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I don’t think you can see in this picture, but there are some forsythia starting to bloom on the far side of the bank and some quince on this side. Another day or two and you’ll really be able to see them. Not much green on the hillsides yet, but the fields and lawns are greening up nicely here in West Virginia.

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I came out to the farm for a little retreat because I have some writing deadlines. Yesterday, I worked on copying posts over to the website again. I have to spend some time on it every day and get it done before Facebook implodes. I’m up to the point in the blog where I am downsizing. Selling the house, getting rid of 95% of my personal belongings. Getting the house staged. I am not taking the time to read these posts as a rule, but a couple of the headlines caught my attention and I skimmed through two or three of the posts. OMGosh! I had totally forgotten how horrendous that whole process was! I am SO happy to be on the other side of it now.

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As I was writing yesterday afternoon, I had the doors open to let the breeze through and air out the house. All of a sudden, I heard the screen door in the kitchen open and close. I jumped up like I was shot and looked in and there was Boy Cat on his way into the house. He took one look at me and thought better of it and backed out slowly. I went in and shut the door because I don’t have a hook on that screen. Tricky boy!

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Then last night I was propped up writing this when I heard a mighty crash on the back porch and knew right away what it was. I had left the lid off the cat food can. I ran out and sure enough, there was a little possum in the can, munching away. I shooed him off and locked the lid on. Just a little while later, I had to break up a cat fight just outside the back door. Then not too long after that, I heard what I assume was the neighbor’s dog trotting up the creek past my bedroom window to see if there were any treats to be had. Sorry Mr. Doggy…Mr. Possum got here first!

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Such is life back on the farm. I love it here and especially miss it in the spring. We need to stay here more now that the spring flowers will be in bloom before long. Life is good…no matter where we are. ❤️

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““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭11:28‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Baby “Is there anything sweeter than little girl socks?”

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Is there anything cuter than little girl socks with little girl feet in them? We got to see our little sugar bean yesterday at her first visit with the Easter Bunny. There was a mommy and daddy, a granny, three great grandmas and a great grandpa in attendance for such a monumental event. Then we all went out for dinner. It was a beautiful day!

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With the five year anniversary of Mr. Virgo’s death past me, I’m feeling much better…hopeful, centered, happy, peaceful. I’m was talking with a couple of other widows the other day about being in “moving forward” mode. I write so much about grief because I took this on as my ministry. And, even though I WRITE it, I hope you understand that I don’t feel sad every single day anymore. I write with empathy for those in the throes of grief. For those who are new on the journey. For those who still struggle no matter how much time has passed. I am healthier this way. I seem to have found my balance now, even though the scales still get tipped back toward sadness from time to time. This is the nature of the beast.

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I hope you have a beautiful day. Get out there and enjoy the first weekend of Spring!!! ❤️

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“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭127:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Spring “Spring Snow”

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I worked all day again, copying old posts, pasting them into the website blog. I watched the snowfall outside my window on the first day of spring, filling me with a mix of warm memories and melancholy. I wrote an outline for a project I’m working on. I caught up with old friends. Mr. FixIt brought home my favorite salad from Chik-fil-A. We watched the recording of the new season of American Idol. Then I retreated to the back of the house to write my post. It’s our routine now. One we are both comfortable with.

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I quickly scanned my Facebook feed, stopping to read one that spoke to my heart. One of the most humbling experiences I have in doing this grief work is mentoring other widows. A couple of years ago, I met Deneene. She was referred to me by a friend of mine because she was approaching the first “angelversary” of her husband’s death. She was struggling, as we all do with such monumental firsts. When someone tells me they were referred by someone I know, I take a peek at their profile to see if, by chance, they live near me. Sure enough, Deneene lived in my little town in West Virginia. I sent her a private message and invited her to coffee.

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We met at Panera on a cold, late winter day and our one hour coffee meeting turned into a four hour gab fest and a life long friendship. I have watched Deneene grow and heal and change and stretch. I’ve watched her be surprised by a new, great love who came into her life. I’ve watched her basically move away to the south with her new love, building a new life. I am so proud of her…so happy for her. And, I miss my coffee buddy, my movie partner, my Girl Camper queen. But such is life…it twists and turns and changes and it’s beautiful.

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Monday is the third “angelversary” of her loss. She’s chosen how she will honor that and her beau, like Mr. FixIt, has a big enough heart for her AND her late husband. I was reading her Facebook post tonight and she mentioned something I told her that very first day we met. We were talking about how much our lives have changed…change we certainly did not want…change we didn’t see coming and weren’t prepared for. I told her we were pickles now. She looked at me, puzzled.

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“You see, we were cucumbers all our lives. And now, we’re pickles. Once you’re a pickle, you don’t get to go back and be a fresh, green cucumber. Now you get to choose…are you sour? Or are you sweet?”

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My heart is with you in the coming days, D. And let me tell you…you’re the sweetest little pickle there ever was! ❤

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“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you…”\n‭‭Ezekiel‬ ‭36:26‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Source “The Lord is my refuge, my source of Peace.”

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I worked again yesterday copying my posts from the Marshmallow Ranch Facebook page over to www.marshmallowranch.com. I feel this sense of urgency to get that finished, especially with the negative press FB has been receiving of late. In the past, diving back into my early writings took me to dark places I really had no business visiting very often. I remember during the first year after becoming a widow, I took TOW-Wanda to southwest Colorado and parked her on my dear friend Sue’s ten acres overlooking Mesa Verde. Sue is my yogi earth mother friend who holds me in her heart from long distances in space and time. We just have this beautiful connection. I remember sitting with her, quietly having tea and watching the abundance of birds at the numerous feeders on her veranda. I was avoiding writing because it was too painful.

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“You must write now…simply BECAUSE it is painful. If you wait too long, you will lose your voice. The angst will be healed and we will miss feeling your heart in your words.”

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As I’m copying my early work, I can see what she means. I read the emotions in every word. The ups. The downs. The mask of happiness. The mask of relationships. The mask of strength. Inside I was screaming down the hallways of my 3:00 mind, jiggling doorknobs…desperate to get out of that hell I found myself in.

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Five years out, I see that pain differently. I see the place when I started finding my refuge in God. When I truly learned to seek His face…His peace. I remember clearly the day I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, “You must tell them where you find your peace.” I remember clearly arguing with Him and saying, “Oh, no…I really don’t!” And…as in most arguments I have with God…He won.

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I try to walk my faith out in my writing without beating people over the head with it. My grandma always said you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. I cannot change anyone’s views on faith. I don’t even try. I just tell you how I feel. I tell you what has worked for me. I tell you where I find my peace. I lay it all down here. Pick it up. Don’t pick it up. That’s not for me to decide. I know there are people who grieve without faith. I will never criticize another’s walk. I have enough trouble walking my own path. Personally, I cannot imagine doing this without God. He has brought me great comfort and peace. He is my refuge. But I love you and embrace you no matter what your grief walk looks like. I just pray my words help you in some way.

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Grief is like wearing a pair of stiff leather shoes without socks…maybe with some gravel in them. Every step hurts worse than the last. You get blisters that break open and bleed. There are times you can barely walk for the pain. At some point, you think to shake the gravel out…like when I stopped looking at pictures of my dead husband in his casket. There…that’s a little easier. Then in time, you think maybe bandaids will fix everything and take the pain away…like when I tried dating WAY too soon only to find the wounds festering when I ripped the bandages off. Finally, I thought to ask God to take over and He led me to a cool spring and gave me a thick pair of comfortable wool socks to put on. Ahhhhh…..MUCH better. Finally, there comes a time when the leather has conformed, molding and cradling to your feet and carrying you step by step through your life. These worn-in shoes will never fall off…will never wear out. They’ll be there forever, reminding you of how awful they were when you first put them on. And one day, you will look down and smile because they’ll remind you…not so much of the pain, but of the love you walked with before you got them.

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They become love shoes. ❤️

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““I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.””\n‭‭John‬ ‭16:33‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Spring “The First Buds of Spring”

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I hold my breath all winter for this day! I really, really try to like winter. I’ve tried making friends with it. I’ve tried ignoring it. I’ve tried going to warm places during it. But it’s the lack of light that does me in. I just sink…to varying degrees. Some years I float just under the surface. Other years I sink like a stone. I think this was a stone year but I’m fighting my way back up.

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One of the challenges I’m faced with right now is feverishly copying five years of blog posts from Facebook to my website. It is a project I delve into from time to time, but I’m so worried about what would happen if FB went away. I would lose TONS of content. I sat down one day and did a very rough calculation and figured I have over a MILLION words here on Marshmallow Ranch. It would be a tragedy to lose that so I’ve been working away at it for the last week. Diving down into some of that stuff is hard. But seeing these buds out in the yard yesterday made my heart sing! It was 74 degrees, and…we are expecting 3-6” of snow Wednesday. Argh!

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Also, today would have been Mr. Rogers’ 90th birthday. I’m really looking forward to the biopic featuring Tom Hanks as Mr. Rogers! I love them both.

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Enjoy the First Day of Spring, my lovely friends! Get out and do something fun! ❤️

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“Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.””\n‭‭Hosea‬ ‭6:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Scrapbook\" “Scrapbook”

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Who kept a scrapbook growing up? My mom had oodles of them. She had page after page of obituaries, memorial cards from funerals, pictures of people she knew who were in the paper, articles of interest to her. She had book after book of pictures she cut out of magazines. There must have been twenty books of postage stamps. Nothing valuable, mind you. And nothing mounted or preserved in the way of a philatelist. These were just stamps she thought were pretty or interesting that she saw on the letters she sorted over the years of working in offices. She would tear the envelope around the stamps and stick them six to a page in those photo albums with the clear plastic that covered whatever you stuck to that sticky paper. You know, the kind you could never remove anything from 50 years later.

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Tuesdays are usually our stay-at-home day. We just hang out and don’t do much of anything. I was writing so Mr. FixIt went rummaging around in a closet and came out with a box marked “scrapbooks”. That piqued my interest. He spent the better part of four hours reading cards, looking at pictures, opening small boxes of treasures. Of particular interest to me were items from high school since we graduated together. Mr. FixIt was the head of the Stage Crew and he had all of the flyers from the shows. I was in the art department and had worked on the sets of many of those productions so it was fun going down memory lane with him.

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I took photos of several of the items in the box and posted them on our class page on Facebook. When you find that kind of treasure…you share. We had so much fun last night reading the comments from our classmates as they found their names on programs they hadn’t seen in nearly fifty years. Joy…I’m all about the joy. When I can bring a smile to someone’s face, my world is complete!

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When I downsized, I did get rid of a lot of those things of Mom’s. She left the stamp scrapbooks to Daughter #2, her coins and jewelry to Daughter #1. None of it had more value than the sentiment of it belonging to their Grammy. I donated some collections to the library and some genealogy work to the the Hacker’s Creek Pioneers of the Central West Virginia Genealogy Society. I gave some particularly sentimental things to a cousin who will treasure them. And I kept what I could, carefully choosing what to keep and what to let go.

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Trimming my life back like that opened up so many options for me. It’s not like my children or grandchildren want any of that stuff. I remember an aunt telling me long ago to not burden my children with the things I wanted them to have. Just give them the choice of what they want, keep what I absolutely couldn’t part with, send the next best things off to those who will love them as I did, and say goodbye to the rest of it. This is particularly difficult when you are a widow because those things often represent you as a couple. Mr. FixIt is a sentimental man. He holds on to things, but he’s learning to let go…little by little. ❤

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“I thank my God every time I remember you.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭1:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Matching “Matching Feather Tattoos”

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Ever since Mr. Virgo died, I see birds in unexpected places…bluebirds in particular. They came to me when I sat crying at his grave many times. Once, three bluebirds actually came and sat on the open truck door as I rested my boots on the armrest. It was so comforting to me. People give me feathers. I find beautiful feathers everywhere. If they aren’t actually FROM him, they certainly make me think of him and smile.

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A couple of months ago, I was out at the farm feeding the kitties and checking inside. I have a habit of laying the feathers I find up on my grandma’s buffet next to a heart shaped rock I brought to West Virginia with me. It was on Mr. Virgo’s grave and I was afraid someone might take it. Now it rests where I can see it and the feathers. I noticed on that day, one of the feathers was missing. I looked all around and under the buffet but it was gone. I was in a bit of a hurry and left, forgetting all about the feather.

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Last week when I was feeling so bad about the upcoming angelversary of Mr. Virgo’s passing, I wanted to go to the farm. It’s my touchstone…my safe place. I needed the comfort of familiar surroundings. Mr. FixIt drove out with me. While he was checking the mail and the bird feeders out front, I went on in the house. As I walked through the dining room…there was the missing feather on the floor.

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Seriously.

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“Ahhh, it’s YOU!” I said as I stooped to pick up the feather. “You stinker…you told me you’d let me know you were here. I’ve got to say…I’m impressed!”

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Mr. Virgo always told me he would do whatever he could to let me know he’s with me. God knows that, so He gives me reminders of my sweet Mr. Virgo. Feathers. Bluebirds. Music. It was very sweet.

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I heard yesterday that the publishing company I interviewed with last week decided to go with another author for their book project. The acquisitions editor wanted me to know I was in the top of the list and they loved my writing. She also said she was disappointed but hoped she could contact me should a book that might fit come along. I threw another book idea back to her so we’ll see if there’s any interest. In the meantime, I’m in discussions for another project I’m hoping with come through. I know God will place me where I need to be and He’ll open the doors to make it happen…in His time. ❤

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““Ask the Lord your God for a sign, whether in the deepest depths or in the highest heights.””\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭7:11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Let “Let Go of Fear”

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When I was writing yesterday’s post, I was feeling so overwhelmed. I have the usual stresses of everyday life…dental work that needs to be done, taxes that need to be filed, new brakes and inspection on the truck. Then there are the dead and dying…of which there are far too many. I hadn’t been sleeping well. Mr. FixIt has been busy and tired. I had that all too familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was one crisis away from losing it altogether and I hate that. So I did what needed to be done…I had a good cry and went to church.

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Last night was the Annual Women’s Conference at my church. There wasn’t an empty chair in the place. I don’t know if you have ever gone to an all women service before, but if you haven’t…you NEED to. Between the estrogen and Jesus, that place was electric. We have a great praise team and they didn’t disappoint. We played some get-to-know-each-other games. We had a share-your-selfie-on-social-media contest. There were prizes and cookies. Then Pastor Heather spoke about letting faith rise up in us instead of fear, worry, anxiety. She knew her audience. We are women. This is what we do.

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The thing is, by allowing fear to rise up in us instead of faith, we are not letting God do His job. We are trying to do it for Him. When we are standing in the storms of life, it is not our basic instinct to lay back and relax. We start rowing the boat double time. We try to skirt around the storm. We try to ignore the storm. We try to just wait out the storm. The quietest part of a hurricane is the eye. It is windless standing in the center. When we let go and let faith rise up in us, God sets us down in the eye where we are protected from the storm’s fury. In the meantime, we get out of God’s way so He can do His work.

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By the end of the evening, the atmosphere was fairly crackling. We were given symbolic coins and asked to hold them in our hands and charge them with the worries, stresses, anxieties, and fears that weigh us down and keep us from enjoying God’s Peace. As we left the conference, we threw those “coins” in a fountain in the lobby…symbolically leaving them behind. I felt so much better as I drove home. I still have all that stuff going on in my life, but now I’m reminded to let go and let God take care of His part. If I go to God FIRST, if I ask Him to take over, life just goes SO much smoother.

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I was going to take a break this weekend, but I felt inspired to share this with you today and those who have been around long enough know I can’t go without writing every day. I hope you have a beautiful Saturday! ❤

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“The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭118:6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Charm “My charm blessed by Pope John Paul”

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I want to thank all of you for your prayers yesterday. I felt wrapped in love and light when it was time for the phone call with the acquisitions editor. I was well prepared beforehand. I had carefully researched the publisher. I had reviewed the two books they sent ahead of time. I spent some time in quiet meditation beforehand. And then I asked God to give me any last words before I “headed into the interview”. I believe the Bible is a living word and I often ask God to speak to me through it. I opened my Bible app and picked a “totally random” verse. This is what I got.

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“I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it with the earnestness of others. For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich. And here is my judgment about what is best for you in this matter. Last year you were the first not only to give but also to have the desire to do so. Now finish the work, so that your eager willingness to do it may be matched by your completion of it, according to your means. For if the willingness is there, the gift is acceptable according to what one has, not according to what one does not have. Our desire is not that others might be relieved while you are hard pressed, but that there might be equality. At the present time your plenty will supply what they need, so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. The goal is equality,”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭8:8-14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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My jaw dropped. It was perfect.

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Th conversation went well. The editor told me what they were looking for. She asked me questions. She asked if I had questions. I asked a few then told her the only thing that bothered me was the caveat “without religion”. She has read my work and knows I am faith based. She explained they did not want to represent a single denomination. They understand that grief is decidedly spiritual and she would expect my writing to reflect my faith.

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Boom.

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It was that easy. Maybe I put too much emphasis on that one sentence and got myself all worked up for nothing. But, maybe…just maybe that was a test. Maybe God wanted to test the sincerity of my love.

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I’ve done my part. I’ve answered the questions. They know my work. They have interviewed other writers and will make their decision next week. I’ll let you know when I know. Thank you again for all your prayers and kind words. Y’all are the best! ❤️

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When I first began writing this blog…I mean, earnestly writing…I was reeling from the sudden loss of my husband. I wrote from a place of pain and my heart spilled out onto these pages with the fresh blood of grief. I was a Christian, I was “faithful”, but I did not bring God into the equation when it came to this blog. I did not want to offend anyone. I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. It had nothing whatsoever to do with being “politically correct”. It had everything to do with being respectful. There’s nothing wrong with that and it worked…until that day in church when I got a “text from God”.

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I’ve told you that story, but those of you who are relatively new here may not have heard it so I’ll give you the Cliff Notes version. I can always tell when I’m about to have some spiritual insight. I feel this kind of antsy electricity running up my arms and up the back of my neck. I’ve learned to sit up and take notice because it always turns out to be monumental.

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On the particular Sunday in question, I felt the Spirit touching me and I asked what he wanted.

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“You have to tell your readers where you find your peace.”

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“Oh, no…really and truly I don’t,” I thought. “I’m not going full gospel in my blog. I’ll drive away people and lose readers. I won’t do it. You can’t make me!” I was having quite the internal argument with God when my phone, sitting in top of my purse on the pew beside me, began to vibrate. I looked down and there was a text from a friend in Florida.

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“You cannot run from God’s love!”

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Wow. Ok. When you get a text from God, in Church…you’d better listen. From that day forward, I put a scripture at the bottom of every post to illustrate what my thinking was when I wrote it. As time has passed, I have become more and more bold in my writing and have had more discussions that include my perspectives through the lens of my faith.

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I am not “religious”, per se. I am faithful…faith FULL. I know what God’s Love has done for me. I know that I would never have survived what I’ve been through if I did not have my faith. I promised God that day in church that if he would bring me the words and the people to hear the message, I would put my heart and soul into my writing. I pray over my keyboard that I shine his light through my words into a dark and troubled world…into dark and troubling times in people’s lives. In particular, to those grieving a loss.

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I debated and prayed about this post in particular. I don’t usually bring up the opportunities I receive to write something until it’s a done deal. Something about tempting fate. This one is different though. So, here goes.

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The other day, I was contacted by a publisher regarding the possibility of me authoring a book for them. I’m flattered and excited about the possibility. We have a phone conference scheduled today. It sound like an excellent opportunity. The only thing is…this particular book they want me to write doesn’t include religion. That is like asking me to write a book without verbs. They have published faith-based books before so I’m not sure why this one is different. I’ll tell you what I think it is. I think God gives us opportunities to stand up for him. I think he wants to see if I will wear the full armor…or just a sweatsuit.

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So, here’s what I’m going to ask you to do. At 1:00 EST today, will you pray that I speak the correct words to sway them to change their minds about the inclusion of faith in this book and, soften their hearts so that they see the writing they chose me for COMES from God and should be allowed to flow into this book. The internet is a great big place. It is no accident that they found Marshmallow Ranch in their search for grief writers. Pray that I stand strong and shine his light. ❤️

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“Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel,”\n‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭6:19‬ ‭NIV‬

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Photo Credit: John Everett Millais - Joan of Arc

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\"Woman “Imagine if we obsessed about the things we LOVE about ourselves.”

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I’d love to have all the hours back that I obsessed about the things I didn’t like about myself. My hair. My body. My nose. My “flaws”…real or imagined. Can you imagine if we never, ever looked in the mirror and hated something we saw? Oh…what I really hate is that I put my faith in someone who judged me by my appearance. I really hate that I saw my self-worth through someone else’s lens. For…far…too…long.

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One of the wonderful things about rapidly approaching Medicare age is the ability to see myself as I truly am. I’m a slightly overweight, active grandma with great hair and pretty feet. I was talking with Mr. FixIt this week when we went on our little trip. I was telling him about a time in my life when I really hated who I was. Then I grew to hate that I couldn’t speak up and change the situation I was in that contributed to it. He looked at me and smiled. He said, “Well, you sure are a strong, opinionated woman now. You don’t take crap off of anyone!” My heart exploded. He GETS me!

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Every day, I focus on my word of the year. Presence. I am not that naive young girl who went into relationships looking for a knight in shining armor. I am not that willowy young thing who could eat anything I wanted and not gain an ounce. I don’t have the stamina that I had when I was 30…40…50….heck, 60! But, I love who I am. I am more of the woman in Proverbs 31 than I ever have been.

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Pastor Justin illustrated God’s forgiveness last Sunday in a way that will forever change how I look at myself. He was sitting at a table with a bottle of water. He always keeps a small towel nearby because it’s quite hot up there under the lights and he has a tendency to get fired up. He was talking about how we are made new when we accept Christ in our hearts. He died for our sins. That means, they are taken away. The old is gone.

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He covered the water bottle with the towel. “This is what happens when we are forgiven.”

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He pulled the towel back a bit. “The enemy wants us to keep looking back. He keeps reminding us of who we were. But that’s not who we are now.”

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He picked up the bottle, totally wrapped in the towel and said, “When we’ve been saved, God looks at us and sees Christ…not the old, beat up, soiled version of us…but the Christ-loving version.”

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My eyes swelled with tears when the full realization hit me that I don’t have to carry around all that baggage…all those burdens…all that self-loathing. It is not prideful to love and appreciate yourself as a child of God.

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I like my feet. I like my smile. I like my compassionate heart. I like the way my hair is graying with natural streaks. I used to pay a lot of money for that. I love the way every cell in my body was made new when I was saved. Appreciate yourself. Love yourself. Not in an arrogant, self-centered, narcissistic way. You are the only YOU there is in the world. The only YOU that has ever been or ever will be. God made you just this way with the very gifts the world needs that only YOU can give. Since scripture tells us to love others as we love ourselves the opposite must also be true. Love yourself as you love others. ❤

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“We love because he first loved us.”\n‭‭1 John‬ ‭4:19‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"“Rhododendron “Rhododendron and the gas light”

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What an absolute treat it was to wake up out at the farm yesterday morning. Grandma’s bedroom is right along the creek’s edge and with all the rain we have been having, the sound of the water riffling along was like a lullaby. I slept so well and awoke refreshed and ready to face a busy day.

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Mr. FixIt and I did a morning walkabout on the property to check things out. He moved some fallen limbs from the ditch along the road and placed them on the burn pile. The daffodils are up about 8” high already and the grass is greening up nicely. I’ll need to mow before too long to mulch up the leaves that fell over the fall and winter. The rhododendron gets huge buds on them in the fall. They winter over and won’t bloom till late May or early June. They are still beautiful as they awaken from winter with a freshened shine to their leaves. They don’t drop their leaves like so many other plants. They just droop down all winter then stand up with their arms stretched wide in the spring.

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I am leaving today for a long camping weekend with the Girl Campers. We’ll be staying in cabins this trip. We try to get together in the late winter when the roads aren’t too bad. We work on whatever craft projects we have going. We make soups to share. These are some of the nicest women I have ever known and I look forward to these trips with great anticipation. I’ll share projects and recipes with you along the way but my writing may be a bit sparse this weekend as I take the time to kick back with my friends and relax.

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I do have some prayer requests for some wonderful people who are touched by illness. Please pray for healing, comfort, and God’s will. He knows who the prayers are for. Thank you all for your wonderful prayer support. There are many stars in your crowns. ❤️

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“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭8:26‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Woman At the WVU Basketball Game

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After having breakfast with a granddaughter who is a student at WVU, we headed off to explore the area further south where my ancestors were from. I have this thing for cemeteries. I am always curious as to who these people were. Do they still have visitors? Do they have people who remember them and tell their stories? Or has it been so long that all of their loved ones are dead and gone and no one knows to even look for them. Or…worse yet…no one cares.

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We drove through three counties before we finally found the cemetery I was originally looking for. But we found surprises along the way. First, when I was looking for my step-great grandmother…the only one I knew…I found she was buried beside her first husband, under his name. No mention of her last husband, my great grandfather. I am not surprised. He was a bit of a scoundrel and that is probably one bit of family history her kids would like to forget.

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The next place we stumbled upon was the West Virginia National Cemetery. I did not realize there are 135 national cemeteries under the auspices of the Department of Veterans Affairs’ National Cemetery Administration in 40 states (and Puerto Rico) as well as 33 soldier’s lots and monument sites. The West Virginia cemetery is vastly smaller than the most famous…Arlington National Cemetery. And still…the identical small white headstones stretched in meticulous formation across the rolling hills of green in a sobering reminder of those who have served our country, many giving their lives for the privilege. I was humbled by that.

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\"WV WV National Cemetery

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The last stop was Harmony Grove Cemetery near Grafton, West Virginia. I was looking for one set of great grandparents and had read the death certificate incorrectly. They weren’t buried there after all. As we were driving through on our way out, a name jumped out at me and I called out…”Stop the truck!” I jumped out and ran down a lane of old headstones. Somewhere I had caught a glimpse of the name Mauller, but it got lost in the rows and blended in. I retraced my steps from the original vantage point and there they were! I was so excited to find the graves of two of my 3rd great grandparents along with a couple of their many children. I talked to them and told them who I was and how I came to be. I even have a picture of “Tillie” in my family tree. I was really excited to get this surprise piece of the puzzle.

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\"Mauller My 3rd Great Grandparents

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I often use Find-a-Grave to research where my ancestors are buried. Most of the time, someone has snapped a picture of the headstone and I can add it to my tree. I’ve had a picture of these headstones for years but never saw them. But here’s the bummer part of the story. When I got home, I looked Harmony Grove up on Find-a-Grave and…would you believe…there’s about twenty more of my family buried there and I didn’t see them!!! It was getting late and Mr. FixIt and I were both getting pretty hungry and tired and I just didn’t do my due diligence. It’s ok, though. This allows for another nice drive in the country. AND…we had dinner at one of our favorite restaurants…Olivierio’s in Clarksburg. The BEST Italian food!

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To top the day off, we stopped at the farm to feed the kitties and decided to stay the night so I am snuggled in grandma’s bed as I write this, listening to the water in the creek, and feeling so rich and complete. We remarked at dinner that we feel like we’ve been on vacation for a week and it cost just a little over $100! What a wonderful break. And…this weekend is a Girl Camper trip so stay tuned for some camping (ok, cabin-ing) fun!!! ❤️

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“I thank my God every time I remember you.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭1:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Budding “Budding Branches”

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Mr. FixIt and I live a pretty frugal life. We are careful in our spending so that we can afford small indulgences now and then. We both came from mixed backgrounds. We’ve both known what it’s like to have very little and to have much. We have a healthy appreciation of both. Because we came together later in life, money will be something we watch carefully. We have become good stewards of what God has given us.

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There was a time when either one of us would have gone to games and concerts without thinking of the cost. And to be honest, now that we give a great deal of consideration toward our outings, we actually enjoy and remember them more. I can’t tell you much about the vacation to Hawaii with Hubby #2, but I can tell you where we sat, where we ate, who we played, and the nature of the basketball game we attended a year ago. Of course, the company you keep makes a difference in how memorable an occasion is, don’t you agree?

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We drove up to Morgantown yesterday to see WVU beat Texas Tech…soundly. It was a good game. Not nearly as tight and exciting as the Baylor game last year, but it was Senior Night and the graduating seniors were honored. It was fun to see them go out on a winning note.

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As we walked to dinner from our hotel, we remarked at what a gorgeous, sunny afternoon it was. The trees are budding as a result of the recent warming trend which may end up being a bad thing if we get a late frost. The variety of birds is increasing and it is such a lovely thing to hear nature’s orchestra filling out.

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We get to take one of the grandchildren out for breakfast this morning as she is a student here. Afterward, we are going to explore around the area where my ancestors lived. We stopped at Prickett’s Fort on our way up to Morgantown yesterday. I have people in my family tree buried there. It’s a fun, overnight trip, not terribly expensive, and filled with love. ❤️

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“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31:27‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Praise\" “My Love Has a Name…Jesus”

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I am always pumped on Mondays. My “Monday Morning Motivation” begins Sunday when Mr. FixIt and I walk into church. I’ve never gone to a church that has been so uplifting. I have never in my life looked forward to Sundays like I do now! It is such an amazing feeling to carry God with me into my week.

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The Praise and Worship Team sang a new song yesterday by the Christian rock band, Jesus Culture called “Love Has a Name”. Our sermon series for the month of February was entitled “Love Handles”. Yesterday, Pastors Justin and Heather sat down and talked to us about 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 and put it in the perspective of our relationships. Let’s break it down.

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“Love is patient.” When Mr. FixIt takes an inordinate amount of time to type something out on his phone, my first instinct is to grab the phone and do it myself in about half the time. I’m not considering the fact that my fingers are half the size and I’ve spent a gazillion more hours typing on a keyboard as a writer than he has as a mechanical engineer designing tools. I have to remind myself to emulate God’s love…God’s perfect love…and be patient. It isn’t always easy, but I try.

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“Love is kind.” Show of hands…how many of you have cast a disparaging look at your significant other when he’s done something you think is stupid? How many have done the whole eye roll thing? That, in and of itself, is a very unkind thing to do. I’ve done it. I don’t like that I have. As a matter of fact, I read an article once by a marriage counselor and he said one of the tell tale signs that a marriage would fail was if one or the other partner rolled their eyes. It’s dismissive. It isn’t always easy, but I try.

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“It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” I see this to mean those times when your significant other bests you in some way. Or you, him. Lording it over the other with one-upsmanship brings competition into the equation and that can be very damaging to a relationship. I remember Hubby #2 and I took an online IQ test and I came out higher than he did. He was a doctor and I always felt somewhat “less than”, for a number of reasons. I rubbed that in and it didn’t go over well. It isn’t always easy, but I try.

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“It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.” You dishonor others by being disrespectful. This is a self-seeking behavior. Love is not easily angered. Pastor Heather said she heard something a long time ago that has always stuck with her. “Take the pause.” When something strikes you wrong, stop and take a breath before you lash out and say something you will regret later. That brings us to “no record of wrongs”. How many times have we held onto those slights and honed them to a rapier edge, only to slash our partner with them later. Maybe we “forgave” them, but brought it up anyway. It isn’t always easy, but I try.

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“Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.” Discord, cruelty, mean-spiritedness are evils that can take root in relationships, but the power of truth in real love is something you should always strive for. It isn’t always easy, but I try.

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“It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” You should always protect your love. Always trusting doesn’t mean being gullible, but being fair minded and believe in your spouse. Always hope for the best in your spouse. And always persevere…keep going, even when the going gets tough. It isn’t always easy, but I try.

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I have learned to love Jesus more than anyone or anything. Everyone…even those you hold the closest to your heart…will disappoint you. Jesus will never disappoint. If we hold him at the center of all equations, we have far greater chance of success in every relationship…family, work, friends, school…everywhere.

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This is the song they sang yesterday…”Love Has a Name”. My love has a name…Jesus. ❤

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“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:4-7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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youtu.be/cZOBtpJ0_…

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\"Grandma “Grandma and me at about the same age.”

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I met my gal pals for coffee yesterday…these magnificent ‘71 Divas Do Coffee. We started meeting once a month about four years ago to gather at a coffee shop and participate in a little “caffeine therapy”. I had a coffee group in Colorado that met once a week for 35 years and I really missed the camaraderie. I gathered up my friends and invited them out and now we can’t imagine not getting to see each other at least that once a month visit. There are now offshoots of the group that meet for lunch almost every week. Some of them meet to take care of a flower garden in the City Park. A few of them are going to drive down Monday to see a sick friend in Huntington. They are a grand group of gals with many common bonds…predominantly graduating high school together.

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Some of us were talking yesterday about how different our grandmas were when they were our age. And how we looked at them then as SO old. We are just heading into our Medicare years. We are active, healthy, and youthful compared to our counterparts when they were 65.

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Now, don’t get me wrong. My grandma was a hard worker. She could work circles around women half her age. But there were differences. Some grandmas in the ‘60s worked at home. They had raised their kids and their gardens…they washed clothes in a wringer washer and hung them outside to dry. They washed their kitchen floors on their hands and knees. They rarely went to the doctor. They baked their own bread, canned and preserved food from their land. They killed rattlesnakes and copperheads in the outhouse. They cut down trees and hauled brush. They wore sensible shoes and modest cotton house dresses with a belt and a pocket for their hankies. They may not have had much formal education yet they were smart in every way necessary. They knew their neighbors and they knew their bibles. They more than likely didn’t drink or smoke. They were a different breed.

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Our generation had many more opportunities than our grandparents’ did. We moved from the farm and worked a 9-5 at an office or nursing at a hospital. We worked hard, to be sure…but not necessarily at hard labor. We got better educations, better healthcare. We voted and protested and worked for women’s rights. We bought our food in a grocery store. We had modern conveniences like automatic washing machines and dryers and dishwashers and microwaves. We bought ourselves some time. We had clubs and entertainment. We had television and news of world events. And we inched ever closer to that glass ceiling.

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Fashion aside, 65 year old grandmothers now are vastly different than most grandmothers of the ‘50s and ‘60s. Did my grandma FEEL old when she was my age? Do our grandchildren SEE us as ancient like we saw our grandparents. It boils down to how WE feel and I feel younger in most ways than I did thirty years ago. I know that won’t last forever. I’m feeling the pain of arthritis in my hands and knees and hips. I don’t remember quite as well as I used to. I have to take a handful of pills at night. But, I’m telling you this right now…I won’t go down without a fight! Because…today is the BEST day…the ONLY day that matters. I’m looking forward to many more.  ❤

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“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭16:31‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"I’ll “I’ll Pray for You”

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How many times do we say that? Something happens to someone and we automatically say, “I’ll pray for you!” We hear of a tragedy and we say, “I’ll pray for you!” How many times do we say that…and forget to pray? Or, how about when you’re scrolling through Facebook and someone asks for prayers. We might type “Prayers!” Or “Done!” Or my personal favorite…”???” A furtive “God, please give this woman what she’s asking for.” These are good things, don’t get me wrong. But we can do so much better.

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I was working one afternoon after Mr. Virgo died and I noticed one of my coworkers was tearful. She was trying to hide it at her desk and I didn’t want to intrude. I got halfway down the hall when the Holy Spirit whispered…

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“Go to her…now.”

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“Awwww….c’mon. I’ve got a list of phone calls that would choke a horse! I haven’t even started the pharmacy refills yet. And I need to fax those reports. I’m really busy. Someone will help her. I’ll pray for her tonight when I get home.”

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“Go to her…NOW!”

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“Oooooooh…you mean…NOW! Sure!”

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I turned on my heel and went back to my coworker’s desk. I didn’t say anything. She didn’t look at me, but she knew I was there. Her shoulders slumped and shook with silent sobs. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she immediately leaned into me and cried harder.

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I whispered. “I don’t know what you’re going through right now…and I don’t need to know. But if you want, I would love to pray with you right now. Would that be ok?”

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She whispered back, “Yes! Yes, please!”

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I closed the door to her office, knelt beside her and took her hand. And prayed. I prayed for God’s love to wrap around my friend and comfort her. I prayed for strength and courage in whatever she was facing. I prayed God would use whatever trial she was walking through to bring her closer to him so she would know there was someone who always loved her, always had her back.

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It didn’t take long…just a couple minutes. My friend felt so much better afterwards and my work was still there, waiting for me. I felt better, too. Because, I actually did what I said I would do. By praying with my friend, I did more than placate her to make her feel better. I called on the living God…the Highest Power…to come into the situation and work on it.

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I once heard of a man in our church that was going through a rough patch. His friend was talking to him on the phone. They were both on the highway but several miles apart. The man asked his friend with the troubles to pull off at the next wide spot. Soon, he caught up and there, along I-70…the man placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, lifted his other hand to the sky, and prayed. Right there for all to see.

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I don’t think you should ever miss the opportunity to pray with somebody. Of course, pray FOR them anytime. But pray WITH them whenever you can. It’s good for everyone. ❤

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“For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.””\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭18:20‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Burger “Burger al Fresco”

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One of the upsides of Facebook memories is documented progress. One of my readers shared a post yesterday that I wrote a year ago. I was declaring how gorgeous spring is in West Virginia. I observed the earth coming back to life, the shoots of spring bulbs exploding from the moist soil, the greening up of the world. I spoke of all the new babies being born in the fields surrounding the farm. And I talked about budding romances and how I was ready to try again. And here I am…a year later and in a relationship with a wonderful man. He is a constant reminder of how good God is to me.

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We awoke yesterday to the most gorgeous of early spring days. I had a dream. I don’t remember my dreams like I used to before Mr. Virgo died. And I seldom dream of him. I dreamt I was supposed to send Mr. Virgo a text every day with a scripture in it. Suddenly, he stopped responding to my texts. I looked everywhere for him. I asked everyone if they had seen him and they just stared blankly back at me. Six months went by and then a year, then three. No word. Then, out of the blue, someone told me he had “moved on”. I felt confused. Did he move on as in, he left me for someone else? When I was fully awake, I realized what “moved on” really meant. I had an instant wave of the creepy crawlies on the backs of my arms, then it went away and I was fine. Grief visits fleetingly sometimes…like a sparrow flitting in the brush just out of view.

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The temperature got up over 80 degrees. We had coffee by the pool and then headed to the farm. We cleaned inside and out. Mr. FixIt filled the bird feeders. I changed the spotlight on the three story barn. We stopped at the neighborhood grocer and bought a pound of fresh ground hamburger and sliced longhorn cheese. When we got home, we took the grill from the garage and put it on the deck by the pool and grilled burgers outside. It was sheer heaven to sit out in shorts and enjoy the evening.

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Some days get burned in your memory to keep for all time. That was yesterday. There were a lot of trees down from the saturated soil and the brisk winds earlier in the day. Baby calves lay in the muddy fields by their mamas. A cardinal sang in the forsythia bush by the side gate. Mr. FixIt took the drone he got for Christmas and went outside to “play” after supper. I heard a tree fall in the woods beyond the field. A rooster crowed in the distance. Neighbors waved as they passed by. My heart felt full and ached with the beauty of it all. Jesus promised he would make all things new one day. Spring is his way of giving us a taste of things to come.

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I am all too aware of how fragile this life is. It could be gone tomorrow. So I practice my word of the year and stay present. And I thank God for every moment. ❤️

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“He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.””\n‭‭Revelation‬ ‭21:5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Sunrise “My Hope is in You Alone” - MercyMe

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I was writing last night and listening to a channel on Amazon Music called “Relaxing Christian Music”. MercyMe came on and sang “Even If You Don’t”. It’s about those times when your faith is challenged by the hardships you face in life. It made me think of the losses so many are facing. There are seventeen mothers and fathers preparing to lay their children to rest this week. It is easy to ask questions like, “Where was God during all this?” “How can God let bad things happen to innocent people…especially children?”

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Life can be really difficult. It can be filled with challenges and unfulfilled dreams. Disappointments. Hurts. Horrors. And…it can be filled with absolutely unmovable mountains.

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It’s easier to maintain our faith when the skies are sunny and life is good. When we are knee deep in blessings and goodness rains down on us like a spring shower, we’re good. But…what happens when the darkness comes? How do we maintain our faith when God seems to have abandoned us and is far, far away?

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God is capable of all things. I know he can do anything. I’ve seen him do it. When I was a little girl and I sat at my grandma’s knee, I asked her how she knew Jesus was who he said he was. How did she know he really walked on water? She smiled knowingly and patted my hand. “You just have to have faith, pet.” she said in her wise grandma way. It took me most of my life to absorb that…and to believe it.

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Faith.

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What is faith? The Bible tells us faith is the “substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” The substance of my hope is a loving God who can move mountains. The evidence of things not seen is when he refuses and I still believe in him.

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Sometimes God refuses to move the mountain that is in your way because that mountain is in HIS plan…not yours. My biggest mountain was losing Mr. Virgo. God knew that could shake my faith. So he let me see something. He let me see the essence of my husband’s spirit as it left his body. I was forever changed. Not only by the loss itself, but by the certainty that we go someplace else when we die, we are not alone and there is a power far greater than me at work in the world. That power…to me…is God. I will not understand the whys until I get where I am going…but I know the WHO.

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This has been a difficult year so far. There has been so much loss in the world. So many unmovable mountains. When I face these times, I find leaning into God and trusting him is the only way to get through it.

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He CAN move mountains. And…sometimes he chooses not to. It is the pure essence of faith when you can still believe in God when you have trouble seeing the evidence of his existence.

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My HOPE is in him…even when he doesn’t answer.

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MercyMe - Even If You Don’t\nhttps://youtu.be/B6fA35Ved-Y

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“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”\n‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭11:1‬ ‭KJV‬‬

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\"Kicking Kicking Back by the Pool

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We have had a few really warm days here in West Virginia, even though it’s been rainy and grey. I’ve been staying put a lot this year. Last year was crazy busy for me and I traveled a lot. There was also the car accident a year ago. Mr. FixIt had his hand surgery the first week of December and now he’s having pretty intense hand therapy, and I am taking advantage of the down time to just be still. We have some fun things scheduled, but for now, I’m kind of liking this homebody stuff.

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We have a lot of meals together and I have found a new joy in cooking. I also enjoy those two or three hours three times a week he’s at PT and I can be alone with my thoughts and my keyboard. It’s been good for me. The other day the temperature got up to the low 70’s. It felt so good to go outside and put my feet up and breathe the clean country air at Mr. FixIt’s place.

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There’s water everywhere right now. The ground is saturated and the rain keeps coming. We got a little water in the basement yesterday morning, but nothing like last month. Mr. FixIt built a dam to keep the water out and it would have worked perfectly except the sump pump didn’t turn on like it was supposed to. We’ll do a permanent fix this summer. The Ohio River is supposed to crest on Sunday three feet above flood stage. It’s that time of year. We are likely to still have some snow in the coming two or three weeks, but there is an end in sight now and that makes me breathe easier.

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I think we will spend some time in the coming week going through some boxes marked “garage sale” and get rid of some stuff. I had a request in the last couple of weeks to revisit the topic of downsizing so we’ll get into that, too. Have a wonderful Saturday, everyone! ❤️

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“Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you?”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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\"Medicare “My Funny Valentine”

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You know this day will come. Well…you certainly hope it does. Mr. Virgo didn’t get this far. He died at sixty-two. Mr. FixIt brought my mail home from town yesterday. I was browsing through it when I noticed an envelope from the Department of Health and Human Services. I thought it was just an advertisement but when I opened it…it was my Medicare Card.

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Wow.

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I had a rush of feelings. I felt…o-l-d. For about two minutes. What else? Sad…for a minute. I didn’t think sixty-five years would go by so fast. Humbled? Check. Grown up? Yeah, ok. Grateful? Definitely. Relieved? Oh, yes! My insurance costs will go down greatly. It took a few minutes till I worked my way through to the money, but once I got there, I was fine.

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What a privilege it is to get to this point in my life. I’m alive and healthy. I know…Mr. Virgo is gone. And the wife of one of my dear classmates has been seriously ill and in the hospital for the last six weeks. Mr. FixIt’s cousin had a massive stroke on Sunday. I have every blessing I could ask for. I have no business feeling bummed because I’m going to be sixty-five this summer.

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So, I’ve reached a major landmark in my life…a benchmark, as it were. I’m happy. I’m proud. I’m excited to see what comes next!

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What an amazing Valentine, eh?!?! It can’t beat the pink roses, chocolates, and sweet card Mr. FixIt gave me…but it’s a close second! ❤

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“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭46:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Woman “Late Winter Sun”

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We are having a warming trend here in West Virginia. The monsoonal rains are beginning and we will have long stretches of grey, rainy days in the next few weeks. Still, the night time temperatures drop and we awoke to a skiff of snow and icy roads yesterday. After totaling my truck this time last year, I am really skittish about driving on dicey roads so I’ve been hanging out at Mr. FixIt’s place while he goes to town for physical therapy on his hand.

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Yesterday was really sunny but with a high of only 41 degrees. The back door faces west and the sun was streaming in so I pulled my recliner over and soaked up some rays. OMGosh! It felt divine. An hour sitting in the warm sunshine did wonders to boost my mood and got me thinking about getting outside camping, hiking, fishing. This is the week of the Sisters on the Fly Great Winter Camp In. We are supposed to capture pictures of ourselves doing anything camping related. I’m going to get out in the camper this week…even if it’s just for a few hours to write. I really miss TOW-Wanda by this time of the year.

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It’s almost time to start working on fixing up my 1967 Franklin Camper. I would love to have it ready this year to camp in. As I sit here writing this, a pair of cardinals are at the feeder in the back yard. I’m hearing more birds in the mornings. The pile of firewood is stacked by the fire ring ready for coming evening gatherings. The pool is still iced over. But the days are getting longer and with warmer weather and rain comes the promise of spring. I can hardly wait! ❤️

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“Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge him. As surely as the sun rises, he will appear; he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that water the earth.”\n‭‭Hosea‬ ‭6:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"House “House in the Colorado Snow”

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I lived in Colorado for two-thirds of my adult life. I have always considered West Virginia to be “home”, but this sweet little house was a pretty close second. I bought it when my second marriage ended in divorce. It was the first home I ever owned on my own.

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Being a home owner is such a mixed bag. There’s the tax deduction for the mortgage interest. That’s a plus. There’s the mortgage itself…\nunless you are greatly blessed to not have one. That’s not so great if it strains your budget. There’s the comfort and security of a roof over your head. That’s a plus. There’s the maintenance and repairs that, in my case, were becoming quite costly. That’s difficult to plan for. There’s that wonderful covered front porch and meticulously manicured lawn, trees, shrubs, and flowers. That was truly my favorite part of living in this house. But the water bill alone could be $400 in the peak of summer irrigation, not to mention the high heating costs in the winter. Throw in mowing and shoveling snow all by my self along with memories of Mr. Virgo around every corner and I was done. Totally overwhelmed by the enormity of it all.

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Looking back, I often wonder if I would have done anything differently if I were facing these decisions with today’s brain as opposed to grief brain. I came very close to backing out of the sales contract and renting the house out till I could be more certain this was what I really wanted to do. When I mentioned it to my real estate agent, she was horrified and exclaimed, “Oh no….you don’t want to do THAT!” In my confused state, I acquiesced and continued down the path of selling.

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Sales on my side of the Rockies had gone soft, just as the prices in the Denver Metro area had skyrocketed…leaving me priced out of the real estate market entirely. I had to change course. At the same time, my aunt needed help on the farm in West Virginia, so my fate was sealed. I bought the bigger camper and move here.

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Everything happened just as it was supposed to. If I would have stayed in my house, I would not have run into Mr. FixIt. And I wouldn’t trade him for anything. I know I did the right thing. I still look at this house with mixed feelings though. I suppose I always will. It was where I shared my life with Mr. Virgo. He is gone…and so is the house that held us.

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New life, new love, new beginnings. This is a beautiful life I’ve built without all the encumbrances a house with a mortgage entails. And…there are two to carry the load now. Thank you, God! ❤

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“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.”\n‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭4:9-10‬ ‭NIV11‬‬

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\"Stock “Stock Market”

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Disclaimer: I do not give financial advice. This essay only expresses my feelings.

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Personal wealth is a matter of comparison. If you compare my financial picture to a goat herder in the Sahara Desert, I am a multimillionaire. If you compare me to a member of the Fortune 500, I am poor as a church mouse. It’s all relative. But what I do have, I want to protect and watch over carefully.

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I have spent my whole life deferring all this nasty talk of money to the man in my life. Not because I am incapable of understanding the intricacies of a budget, but because any marital discord I have ever experienced in my life has had something to do with money. Usually with him making it and me spending too much of it. My parents fought over money constantly. Frankly, money…or the lack thereof…scared the heck out of me. So, I avoided talking about it.

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Then, Mr. Virgo up and died on me and left me to learn a lifetime of money management skills I simply did not possess. The first thing I did the week after the funeral was to switch to a financial advisor who specializes in women in transition…ie widows or divorcees. Danielle Howard was recommended to me by a fellow widow friend who was kind enough to help me set up and meet with her for the first time.

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Danielle offers two lanes in her financial planning…secular and Christian. I was intrigued. The Christian approach teaches you to be a good steward of what God has provided for you. That’s the route I went with. I met with Danielle frequently at first because there was so much to learn. I wasn’t confident in my decision making skills at all. Danielle was patient, understanding, and nonjudgmental when I made SO many mistakes in the first two or three years after Mr. Virgo died.

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I was told, “Watch your money.” “Don’t make any big financial decisions in the first year.” “Resist the urge to be overly generous.” But did I listen? Not very well. I tried to fill that hole in my heart with travel and shopping and generosity. Then I woke up and realized, I had to be MUCH more careful or I was going to run out of money.

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The Stock Market is probably the singularly scariest entity in my life. I am convinced it is the Devil’s spawn. This last year has been wonderful because I could breathe and not worry about losing what little bit of money I have invested. It’s been a banner year for stocks. Then…the “Big Bang” hit late last week and early this week. When the market fell 1500 points on Monday, I panicked. I called Danielle and left a voice mail telling her I was totally freaking out and could she kindly call me back as soon as possible.

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Then I fixed a cup of tea. I mean, what else could I do, right? Tea…and wait. Visions of selling pencils from a cup on the street corner started to float in front of me and my heart raced. Crazy…I know. But that’s what money does to me. Then I remembered all those meetings with Danielle at the Bluebird Cafe where we sat over coffee and she taught me about money.

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“What would Danielle do?” I thought to myself.

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I could almost hear her voice. “Knowledge is power.”

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I went to the internet and started reading some of the reputable financial news sites to get their take on the biggest drop ever. I soothed myself with articles about market corrections and stabilization. How these things are expected and actually good for the market in the long run. The takeaway I got was…breathe. Don’t pull out. Just hold steady and ride the waves.

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I’m pretty good at riding waves.

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By the time Danielle called, I was feeling much more in control. I told her about going online and educating myself as to what was going on and what it meant. And I felt so empowered when she said, “Way to go! That’s really great that you took a proactive stance and learned all you could so you could make informed decisions.” I know it sounds so silly, but that was HUGE for me. I felt so…grown up and more in control.

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This last year has been really interesting for me. Since downsizing and living a minimalistic lifestyle, I have found my spending to be under much better control. I’ve become more frugal, careful. I don’t NEED anything, really. If I accumulate, I have to go through downsizing. I really don’t ever want to do that again.

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Widowhood and divorce can often leave us in dire straights. Knowledge really IS power so learn all you can about money and budgeting. And remember, dealing with corrections in the Stock Market is exactly like skiing in deep powder. You have to kick back and rest on the tails of your skis. If you lean too far forward, you’ll take a tumble.

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Oh…and pray. Pray a LOT! ❤

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“Why should fools have money in hand to buy wisdom, when they are not able to understand it?”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭17:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Woman “I Am Enough”

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A friend of mine posts these really great inspirational messages on her Facebook page. She comes up with original questions, collections of photos surrounding a theme, and generally spreads love and light throughout the world…with an occasional “f-bomb” thrown in for emphasis. Her name is Barbara. I think she should write a book or have a syndicated newsletter or something because I never see her stuff without feeling uplifted and in awe. I love her.

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Yesterday she posted the following question:

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WHO ARE YOU?\nAnswer without:\nName, Job, Things you Did, Friends

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As I always do with her thought provoking posts…I sat and thought. I made a cup of tea. I stared out the window. I listened to a recording of ocean waves. And…I sat and thought some more. I could answer many things. Christian. Gypsy. Dreamer. Giver. Lover. Friend. But those things only answer a part of the question with those parameters. I decided on this…

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I Am Enough.

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When this picture was taken, I was visiting my dear friend, Patti from Buffalo Baking Company in California. I had just completed a few of my big “firsts”. My first foray into the world of dating. HUGE mistake on the dating end. BIG help on the “having a shoulder to cry on” end. It didn’t turn out very well for either of us, unfortunately. Too much…WAY too soon. I had survived our anniversary, our birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. And I headed to the west coast to stay with a woman I had never met in person…I only knew her through this blog. But I knew her heart and she is good and she loved on me for a week.

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I had it in my head that once the clock struck midnight and 2013 turned into 2014, I could say…”He died LAST YEAR”. Somehow I thought that would sweep up the wreckage of my life from the floor where it fell eight months earlier. It would be the glue to piece my heart back together. On this day…New Year’s Day 2014…we drove to Half Moon Bay play tourist. We walked the beach, browsed the shops, ate fabulous seafood, and enjoyed each other’s company.

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When we got to the beach, I asked if I could have a moment alone. I walked to the water’s edge and talked to Mr. Virgo. I told him how much I loved him. I let a little piece of him go free. I placed a few strands of his hair into the foam around my freezing bare feet. And I cried. As I was walking back to Patti and her husband, I saw she had her camera poised and I threw up my hands as if to say, “Ta Da!!! That’s done!!!”

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Oh…I was SO naive.

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I only THOUGHT I was done. I thought the New Year would bring a new me…sans tears, anxiety, sleepless nights throwing up, fits of rage and depression, and deep melancholia. It was far from it. It only opened my eyes to the stark reality that this really WAS real. He really WAS gone. And now, I got the opportunity to feel it all without that protective gauze of grief sheltering my weary heart and mind from the full blow. Now I was raw, open, searing with the painful presence of daily life…without him. Without my heart. Without my mind. At least as I had known it.

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That second year was exactly like holding a sword into the white hot heat of a forge. It tempered me. It made me stronger so that when I was beaten, I held my edge. I became sharp and strong. I was honed into a new version of me.

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When you look at the edge of a well-honed sword, you do not see a sharp, straight line. You see little bits and fragments and fingers of metal that have been forced to line up in the same direction. But there are chips and divots and feathers of steel lining up like soldiers marching in formation. Yet, zoom back out and you can cut a watermelon in midair with one easy stroke.

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When you hone a sword, there is a stopping point. There is a place where you say…that is enough. If you keep going, the blade doesn’t get any sharper. It just wears away. This is where I am on this journey now. If I keep grinding away at this, I just get worn till I’m useless. There was that tipping point somewhere along the line where I said to myself…I Am Enough. This is good…this life I have built. I have surrounded myself with love and light. God, in his infinite Mercy, has given me more hearts to love and more time to love them. If my edge should dull…and it will…I will put my feet to the flame again and get strong and sharp. Over and over and over…ad infinitum. It is what we do. It is the best we can do. It is ALL we can do. Do the work. Walk through the flames. Become stronger. And proclaim to the world…

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I. Am. Enough. And, my darling friend…you are, too!

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❤️

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“being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭1:6‬ ‭NIV11‬‬

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\"“John “John Mahoney aka Martin Crane”

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In 1993, my youngest was a toddler. We watched a lot of TV in those days. Winnie the Pooh, Aladdin, Beauty and the Beast, Little Mermaid. Those were the go to movies to get a little one settled down after her bath. And when we finally got her tucked in for the night…mommy and daddy could watch something to settle US down. We loved MASH reruns. We were big fans of Cheers, Friends, Everybody Loves Raymond, Roseanne, Will and Grace. But I think my all time favorite was Frasier.

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Created as a spinoff of Cheers, Frasier followed Dr. Frasier Crane as he returned to Seattle and began building a new life. His brother, Niles was a neurotic psychiatrist. Frasier’s housekeeper Daphne was a physical therapist and live-in housekeeper who cared for Frasier’s father, Martin Crane, who lived in the apartment with them.

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Mr. Crane was a quirky curmudgeon ex-detective who walked with a limp and doted on his Jack Russell Terrier, Eddie. He was diametrically opposite of both of his sons and offered comedic timing that often left his cast mates in stitches. He was funny, charming, and down to earth.

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In real life, John Mahoney never was comfortable with the fame Frasier afforded him and when the show went off the air, he moved back to a suburb of Chicago and worked with the Steppenwolf Theater. He was fiercely protective of his private life. He was a Godly man. He said he always prayed to the Holy Spirit for guidance and wisdom.

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I’d like to think he’s kicking back in that ratty, ill-fitting yellow plaid recliner of his, popping a nice cold beer on his first night in heaven. Good night, Mr. Crane. Thank you for making me laugh till I cried. ❤

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“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭119:105‬ ‭NIV

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Exploring genealogy can lead to some real surprises. Family secrets like the baby “born” to the woman in her sixties with a 16 year old daughter. To save face, the grandparents registered the birth as their own instead of their unwed daughter, even though the daughter continued to raise that little girl plus two more. Or how about the man who stole a pig, was exonerated, then got in a fight with the sheriff over something completely different and killed him in a barroom brawl. There’s suicides, like my great great uncle who had horrible lifelong pain from arthritis or one of Mr. FixIt’s distant relatives who took arsenic. You never know what you might find when you delve into the past.

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When I was a little girl, I had a special aunt. She lifted me up and made me feel good about myself. I remember her stooping down to tell me how beautiful I looked in periwinkle blue. It made my heart sing and I absolutely adored her. I grew up emulating her every move, style, thought. She was married to my dad’s brother and she did NOT like that side of the family. Unfortunately, she instilled that in me and I never really had much of a relationship with them. But I was one of her “special ones”. We talked for hours…HOURS. I basked in her attention.

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Then, somewhere along the line…there was a rift. I wasn’t allowed to come see her anymore. I had done something my uncle didn’t approve of and that was that. It was easier to let me go than to deal with his anger. I didn’t talk with her for a long time. Then Mr. Virgo died. I just had to talk to her…just one more time. I called and left a message. And told her I would try her only once more the following afternoon. When I called back, she picked up on the first ring. It was like old times. I collapsed into my beloved aunt’s love and she comforted me in my loss. She listened to me cry. We talked for two hours and when it came time to ring off, I sensed this was the last time I would ever talk with her. I wanted to make it count.

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I told her to listen to me. I told her I knew it wasn’t her turning me away because she didn’t love me. I knew the uncomfortable situation she was in. It was a different time. Women were more dependent…for a number of reasons. She couldn’t walk away. I understood that. I told her I loved her very much, I knew I was still one of her “special ones”, and I didn’t blame her. She cried. She thanked me for understanding. I told her goodbye. That was five years ago.

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I’m telling you…I was a late bloomer. I didn’t learn the lessons of your 20’s till I was in my 60’s. When an impressionable young girl is under the spell of a powerful mother figure, real personal growth isn’t possible until that influence is removed. In rapid succession, I lost my grandma, I lost a marriage in which I had always deferred to my husband, one of my best friends moved away, I lost my mom, my aunt, and Mr. Virgo…all in a period of a few short years. I was set adrift. I didn’t know how to be…me. It was bad enough that I lost my sweet husband and was grieving and had to learn how to be without him. But those people who should have been there to help me learn how to be a widow…weren’t. As a late bloomer, I had a crash course in Adulting 101. It was incredibly rough.

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Then something wonderful happened. OK, it was awful…I lost my dad. I was never close to him, but it was loss just the same. And right there in the basement of the church when we gathered to eat after the funeral, the miracle happened. Those family members on my dad’s side that I had shunned out of deference to my aunt, opened their arms and drew me in. They loved on me. They gave me their phone numbers. They planned a family picnic. I saw them…really SAW them as the beautiful people they are and I realized in that moment how much I had lost by being led astray. All those years, I thought I couldn’t love them both…my aunt AND my dad’s family. What a waste.

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Last night, I was diving into an hour or so of genealogy research before I started writing. I don’t know if you are familiar with ancestry.com. When there are new hints for a family member in your tree, a little leaf grows out of the upper right corner of their picture. It has been five years since I’ve signed into Ancestry to do a little snooping around. OMGosh! It looked like a forest in there! Leaves everywhere. I started with my parents and their siblings. I opened my uncle’s hint. A picture of his gravestone. He had died in 2016! I called my cousins and they hadn’t heard a thing. I googled. Nothing. I searched the newspaper archive. No obituary. Nothing.

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I sat back and let my mind wander and absorb the news. My thoughts swirled round till they started to settle into a reality. All this time, I had let myself believe that once this man was gone, my aunt could talk to me freely again. I could have that relationship back that I had cherished. But, it’s been two years. If she was going to call me…she would have by now. That’s too…half empty to me. Maybe she lost my contact information in the five years since we last talked. Maybe she has dementia and can’t call me. Or, maybe it was her. Maybe SHE was the one who didn’t like what I had done and cut me off.

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I spent about 15 minutes feeling really sad that I would never have that special relationship again. Then I realized I have gained SO much since things changed. I learned how to think for myself. I gained a whole family of cousins whom I love very much. Life is all about change. It isn’t always easy to adapt to change. However…adapt or stay trapped. It always comes back to choices. I’m special now because GOD says I’m special…I say I’m special…Mr. FixIt and my family says I’m special. And I still look beautiful in periwinkle blue. ❤️

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“But after you have suffered for a little while, the God of all grace, who calls you to share his eternal glory in union with Christ, will himself perfect you and give you firmness, strength, and a sure foundation. To him be the power for ever! Amen.”\n‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭5:10-11‬ ‭GNBDC

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\"My My Ancestors

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I received an e-mail from my cousin’s son the other day through the ancestry.com website. He was asking for permission to look at my family tree. He’s been doing a little research to give to his niece when she’s old enough to take interest and since I have ten times the number of names in my tree over his, he wanted a peek. I said yes, of course.

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I mentioned in my post yesterday that I had discovered a long lost cousin in my long time friend and in the process, I downloaded the Ancestry app again. It had been quite some time since I had delved into genealogy because, quite frankly, I have a tendency to dive in and stay there for months at a time. Seriously, I’ve needed an intervention before this. I have nearly 6,000 names in my tree, if that tells you anything about the time I spend (waste?) on this stuff.

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Sometime in the last couple of years, I sent in a DNA sample to Ancestry. Nothing much came of it for a while. I got my readout with no real surprises save for <1% Finnish. Then, as more and more people did the test, more and more connections have been made. I downloaded the AncestryDNA app and there’s an amazing interactive map that shows the ancestors I have been genetically linked to, where they were from, when they came to the United States, and where they settled. There are thousands of connections….from 2nd cousins to far distant relatives.

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Along with these new connections come the items in their corresponding trees. Certificates of birth, marriage, and death. Deeds and wills. Censuses. City directories. Obituaries. Cemetery locations. All interesting and they fill in a lot of blanks. But the BEST sunken treasures are the photographs of ancestors you’ve never met…you’ve never seen. Like this picture, for instance. That dapper man in the hat standing in the center is my second great grandfather…Daniel. His wife, Lydia, is seated in front and slightly to his left. They had thirteen children. He lived a long life of seventy-five years and died in 1897 in his hometown. His grandfather fought in the Revolutionary War. One of his sons…my great grandfather, Benjamin…is the gentleman standing on the far left.

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I’ve never felt more connected to my ancestry as I do living here in West Virginia. The very ground cries out their names, the hills echo their stories. I have a lot on my plate right now, but I can’t help diving in just a bit and see what’s new out there. My tree has leaves everywhere meaning there’s a boatload of hints to follow up on. If I go too far down the rabbit hole, send in the troops! ❤️

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“And now it is because of my hope in what God has promised our ancestors that I am on trial today.”\n‭‭Acts‬ ‭26:6‬ ‭NIV11‬‬

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#ancestry, #knowledge, #family

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\n\"Charley\n
    “Charley Chadock - My Great Grandfather”
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\nSharon and I graduated from high school together. Although we didn’t “hang out” and she may not have known me from Adam back then, everyone knew who she was. Her name put her at the end of the line in a graduating class of nearly 800 students. We knew we were about done on graduation night when they called out Sharon’s name.\n

I moved away two years after high school…about as far away as I could get…England. I followed Hubby #1 there when he was in the Air Force. From there I lived in Colorado for forty years. Sharon and I ran into each other at a couple of reunions, maybe. I don’t really remember. However, once I moved back to West Virginia, I longed for my local coffee group and decided to gauge the interest of my high school friends.

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Gathering for coffee on a Saturday morning wasn’t something these gals had done on a regular basis. Being the rabble rouser and resident cheerleader, I gathered a handful of friends to meet me at the Historic Blennerhassett Hotel for a Starbucks. What started out slow has gained momentum and we now have a monthly gathering of around fifteen of the ‘71 Divas for a couple hours of caffeine fueled “therapy”. Sharon is one of our regulars.

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I love all the Divas. They’ve become an inner circle of devoted friends. I enjoy Sharon’s dry sense of humor and the way she shoots straight from the hip…telling it like it is. You have no problem knowing exactly what Sharon is thinking and I love that about her. I consider her a dear friend.

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A couple of nights ago, I sent her a private message to see how she was doing. I mentioned in our conversation that I’d been spending most of my time at Mr. FixIt’s since his surgery. I told her where he lived and she said her great grandmother was from near here. When she told me the family name, I nearly fell out of my chair! Chadock. My mother’s maiden name!

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Chadock is an uncommon name. Historic documents often have spelling variations so sometimes you see it spelled Chaddock, Shaddock, Shattuck, and sometimes even Chadwick. I recognized the name she gave me and quickly pulled up ancestry.com to confirm it. And there she was! Her great grandmother was my great grandfather’s sister. Sharon and I share the same great great grandparents making us 3rd cousins!

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Unbelievably small world! As we discussed it come more, I came to find out another of our classmates is a cousin through the same line. Ok, West Virginia isn’t a huge state. Parkersburg isn’t a huge city. But Chadock is a rare name and we were just flabbergasted to discover we are related.

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Sharon and I will get together soon and compare our genealogy notes. I’ll introduce her to more of her kin she didn’t know she had. And I’ve added yet another member to my ever expanding family. Mr. FixIt and I were just discussing how large my family has gotten by adding his large family to mine. I never dreamed I’d have this many people to call “mine”. It makes my heart swell! ❤️

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“But from everlasting to everlasting the Lord’s love is with those who fear him, and his righteousness with their children’s children—”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭103:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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#genealogy, #family, #cousins

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\"“Boundaries”\" “Boundaries” by Ginny McKinney

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Something I knew nothing about growing up. There were no boundaries save for one. Don’t rock the boat. Ahhh…the walking on egg shells that comes with being the child of an alcoholic. We learn at an early age to dodge bullets. But boundaries? We either didn’t have many…or I didn’t understand the concept. I didn’t know for the longest time where other people ended and I began. I lived my life in a sort of parasitic relationship with my “hosts”…much like Spanish Moss and Mistletoe. My insecurities made it difficult for me to express my own opinions. I was a chameleon…I changed with the whims of my beneficiary…whomever it should be.

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I’d love to say I out grew that in my late teens, early twenties like most people, but I did not. I really only broke free from the bondage of self loathing after Mr. Virgo came into my world and convinced me of my worth. Still, boundaries were a challenge. I didn’t exercise enough boundaries with my children. I didn’t exercise boundaries with friends and relationships. And I certainly didn’t practice boundaries with myself.

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As I continue to grow in my faith walk, I learn more and more about boundaries. Pastor Justin presented an excellent series this month about fixing ourselves up…just like flipping a house. First, you make sure you have a good, solid foundation. Then you give the very best of yourself. Then you get your head right. You get rid of the stinkin’ thinkin’ of the days before you were saved. Change your mind…Change your life. All these things are foundational, and well heeded. But you have to protect your progress, Pastor Justin says…by setting up boundaries. You can’t let the enemy get a foothold in this life of yours. I have been known to cuss like a sailor. I’m doing MUCH better…but I still slip.

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This is what I was referring to the other day…we are what we eat. Not literally. We aren’t broccoli and cauliflower. But what we allow to come into us, gets expressed by us into the world. Mr. FixIt and I are a team. We have to set up our perimeter to keep the enemy from infiltrating our ranks…to keep him from trying to divide and conquer. We have to work as a team and to do that, we give each other gentle reminders to shore up that boundary…that little leak in our boat. Because little leaks become big leaks and we’ll drown before we get to shore if we aren’t ever vigilant.

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Does this mean we can’t relax and kick back and enjoy life? Not at all. But it does mean we have an accountability partner in the other and we must always bring our best to the table. And we keep our perimeter wall strong and our foundation deep. Because we keep God at the top of the triangle. As we strive towards Him…we inevitably become closer. It is our recipe for success.

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It’s #MondayMotivation…time to do our spring cleaning and put our house in order. ❤️

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“Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure,”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭16:5-9‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Let us celebrate and be GLAD in it! It is so easy to celebrate and be glad in the day when all is right in your world, isn’t it? I mean, we want God’s blessings, right? We are happy in our blessings and we (hopefully) thank God for providing for us. It’s a different story when things aren’t going well. It is SO hard to celebrate and be glad when your world is falling apart. I don’t think God is asking you to go out in the streets and celebrate with singing and dancing if you are sincerely in the throes of pain. We can still celebrate the fact we have a loving Father who is going to use our pain for good in some way. He is working in the background, far beyond our understanding, twisting and turning events to bring you favor. We can still be glad in the day he has made, even if we can’t drag ourselves out of bed to enjoy it. I’ve been there. I know what mattress surfing is like. And I still rejoiced that I had someone who loved me more than I could ever imagine.

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Bringing joy into the world isn’t always easy, but the more you try, the more you succeed, and the more you succeed, the more joy you have to give. It is truly the gift that keeps on giving. When I see joy in someone, I stop them and recognize it in them. We are here to love and encourage one another. When you let someone know that you SEE their efforts, your encouragement causes them to grow and expand. It’s an amazing gift you give them…and give yourself.

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I ran across this video last night and I just had to share with you. Here’s a little girl with more joy than she can possibly contain. Here’s a future worship leader! A future teacher! A future politician! A future doctor! She has the whole world ahead of her and plenty of joy to share. This is the day the Lord hath made…let us rejoice and be glad in it! Go out there and make it a great day today!!! ❤️

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“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭118:24‬ ‭KJV‬‬

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I have loved art since I could hold those fat crayons in my chubby toddler fingers. I loved school because, not only did I learn the secret to time travel was reading, I also learned the secret to inner peace was making art.

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I was fortunate to have wonderful art teachers in school though I can’t name one. I loved working in pastels. I struggled the most with watercolor. My favorite thing is drawing. Pencils, pen and ink, charcoal, pastels, colored pencils. I love the feel of the paper and how the medium lays in the fibers.

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My dad was a talented artist. He gave it up when he had to raise a family. After he died, I found several of his drawings. I wish I knew then what I know now. My conversations with my dad would have ultimately been much deeper. And now he’s gone. It’s too late to ask him what art meant to him.

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I remember my mom sent me to a local artist for lessons. Again…if I’d have been more mature and responsible, I might have learned more. I think most of what I’ve done has been self taught…a sort of chemistry lesson on paper.

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I have a friend from high school that has the same iPad, Pencil and app as me. We are meeting today for coffee. I’ve been studying the Procreate guide and we hope to help walk each other through the learning curve. She is a beautiful artist and I am looking forward to learning more from her. This picture shows my progress on this particular drawing over the last four weeks. I’m looking forward to seeing what happens with practice. Grandma Moses was a lot older than me when she started! ❤️

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“He has filled them with skill to do all kinds of work as engravers, designers, embroiderers in blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen, and weavers—all of them skilled workers and designers.”\n‭‭Exodus‬ ‭35:35‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Yesterday was International Pie Day. Ooooooh…that one blew right by me till we were watching the news last night (yes, I actually watched the news but just this once. I was updating my computer and got caught by surprise. sigh) There was one of those inevitable human interest stories that told us about the annual celebration of my all time favorite dessert…PIE! I used to bake competitively and was known as The Pie Queen in my little valley in Colorado. Those were the halcyon days of my youth, teaching people the intricacies of a proper pie crust. These days, Mr. Pillsbury and I make our pies with that fabulous ready made crust that you unroll, fill and bake. Voila! Instant dessert!

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Mr. FixIt and I looked at each other. It was 6:00. Still time for pie! I rummaged around in the fridge and found three apples. I still had two rolls of crust left over from the last dinner party we had. Cored, peeled, sliced, with half a lemon squeezed over it…added a couple tablespoons of that wonderful Splenda Brown Sugar blend, three tablespoons of flour, a few good shakes of apple pie spice and a tiny splash of vanilla…and mixed it well. I poured that in the bottom crust, dotted it with a couple teaspoons of butter, topped it with the second crust, slit the top and crimped the edges together. Baked at 375 for about 50 minutes and yummmmmmm…I love apple pie!

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\"Apple “In the Oven”

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As we were enjoying dessert, my plan was to head to the back of the house to write my post as I usually do. But Mr. FixIt was scanning through the shows he had recorded on the DVR. “The Story of God by Morgan Freeman?” he asked. Oh…yes please. How can you go wrong with God AND Morgan Freeman, right? I have always been fascinated with religions and the faith of all people. There were some things in the show that didn’t mesh with my interpretation of my faith, but it’s a very personal thing to each individual. I really enjoyed his interviews. We watched three episodes and saved the other two for tonight. I don’t mind watching TV as much if it’s something educational,  or a singing competition, or has Morgan Freeman in it!

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\"Apple “Apple Pie”

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In the first episode, the subject of life after death was discussed and what different faiths believe happens to us when we die. Christians live with the belief we will see our loved ones again in Heaven. I don’t know that it lessens the sting of loss, but eventually it was something that offered me some comfort. I think the idea that my loved ones got to see Jesus already is what gives me the most comfort. And…that brings me to the significance of today.

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\"\" “Wanda Belle”

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Today is my mom’s angelversary. She has been gone fourteen years. I miss her as much now as I did the day she left us so unexpectedly. I was frustrated with her that week. She wasn’t well. Her breathing was rapid. I did not know that she hadn’t eaten or drank anything for five days. I have kicked myself a million times for not calling an ambulance myself to take her to the hospital but she refused to go. I was living in Colorado. She was here in West Virginia. I can hide behind the excuse “there was nothing I could do”, but I should have. I should have just called and dealt with her being upset with me. I was mad at her because she refused to come to Colorado where there was excellent health care. I vented my frustration in the very last phone call I had with her. In the middle of the conversation, as I felt my temper start to rise, the Holy Spirit took hold of me and literally shook me. “Wake up! Wake up! This could be your last conversation!” And, it was. I am SO grateful for that I controlled my tongue for once. I told her I understood why she couldn’t come to Colorado. I understood why she didn’t want to leave her home. I mean…I didn’t at the time. But I told her that. And I told her how much I dearly loved her. I told her to just focus on getting well, that I would take care of everything. I told her I would be on a plane the next day and would be there by nightfall. She told me I couldn’t imagine what that meant to her…telling her I understood. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be with me or that she didn’t think I knew what I was talking about. She was just tired. Sick and tired. More sick and tired than she admitted to me, or I might have been more forceful. As it was, she was gone by 4:00 the next morning.

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I’ve forgiven myself for failing to make the call. I’ve forgiven myself for speaking to her in harsh tones. It’s been a long time since I shed tears for my mom, but I did as I wrote this post. My only consolation is she knew I loved her…and we will meet again someday. Until then…oh, I miss my mom. ❤️

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“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭1:3-4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Although I am at the farm quite often, I only do a real walkabout once every month or two. I check the outbuildings for damage, do a quick inventory of the chores that need doing, watch for trees than need felled before they come down where I don’t want them, and get a feel for the land in every season. That way I am more aware when things look out of the ordinary and I can fix them right away. I’ve noticed the old tool shed has tipped more toward the barn so this summer I’m going to have to get down under the back corner with a hydraulic jack to even it up. The yard is yet again full of mole hills. I need to spread something to kill the cutworms they feed on and that will send them on to greener pastures. I need to get ahead of the poison ivy in the spring. It’s easy to spot the vines when the leaves are off. The vines are “hairy” and often grow up the sides of buildings and other trees.

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Yesterday, Boy Cat accompanied me as I meandered about the lower land around the farmhouse. His soft mewing and purring let me know he was glad to see me, even though he rarely comes close to me. I am nothing more than his Food God…”The One Who Opens the Can”. He is very sweet and I’m always grateful nothing has gotten him in the surrounding woods where he hunts. I still mourn for Old Mama Kitty. The sad thing about losing farm cats…there is seldom “closure”. Kitty Boy, the youngster, has grown into a sturdy, sleek, shorthaired version of Boy Cat. He is as aloof as ever and will not be on the porch at the same time as me. He will sit still and look at me if I stand in the kitchen and look out the back door. Nothing I have ever done has won him over…he is truly a wild boy.

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The hydrangea is heavy with dried flower clusters…some as big as luncheon plates. The tubs that caught rain at the corners of the house got caught in the freeze and unfortunately have burst their seams. I want to get a couple plastic fifty-five gallon drums to catch the rainwater. Here in West Virginia, you can have cisterns to filter and store rainwater for washing, cooking, and drinking if you boil it. In Colorado, it is against the law to catch rain because we do not own that water. It has been sold to drier climates downstream. They are dead serious about it, too. I noticed several honeybees in my bird feeder yesterday. The weather is warming up and they are browsing for something to eat. I’ll look up what to put out for them and do that the next time I’m at the farm.

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Hopefully the weather will cooperate and we can spend the weekend out there. Mr. Fixit built a dam in the stairwell going to the basement to keep the water from flooding in like it did week before last. We are due for some heavy rains in the next few days and we need to make sure that protects the basement before we leave for any length of time. Ahhh, the downside of country living…there is always something needing built, rebuilt, repaired or torn down.

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Oh….and an update on the snowy owl. The rescue folks got his weight up and his wing healed nicely. They took him north to the south shore of Lake Erie over the weekend and released him back into the wild. They posted a slow motion video of him taking flight and heading off into the distance. It was a beautiful thing. He was a magnificent creature and there is every hope he will thrive as they released him in the southernmost region of his winter territory. Several other snowy owls were reported in the region so he should do well.

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That’s all from West Virginia today. I hope you all are well and maybe enjoying a little “spring-like weather” before the next cold snap. It was in the mid-60’s yesterday. I’ll take that any day of the week over the frigid temps we faced at the first of the year. ❤️

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“Go, walk through the length and breadth of the land, for I am giving it to you.””\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭13:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Marshmallow Ranch actually started in 2001. I was separated from Hubby #2 the year before. I had worked in medicine before becoming a stay-at-home mom in 1986. Unfortunately, since my soon-to-be ex was a doctor in the community, it was a decidedly uncomfortable environment in which to seek employment. I found myself struggling to find a new career in our small, mountain community. I worked for about a year filling in at the local downtown shops…working one day a week at each of five stores, giving the shop owners a welcome day off. I found I enjoyed the interaction with the customers and I was very good at merchandising. My ex noticed this and proposed I open a shop of my own and he would help me get started.

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One of my favorite pastimes in those days was needlework. I belonged to the Embroiderer’s Guild that met once a month. I also belonged to a quilting guild. But my favorite was our weekly “Stitch and B****” held at my friend Judy’s house. We brought whatever project we were working on and sat around with coffee and pastries and got all the support we needed for whatever issue we were facing as young mothers. When I started thinking about what kind of shop I wanted to open, I asked the girls and they unanimously chimed in. “A needlework supply shop!”

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I really wanted my store on the main street through town for the foot traffic. Unfortunately, the rents there were out of my budget so I went two streets east. I was across the street from the Hotel Denver and catty corner from the Amtrak Station. The building was one of the oldest in town. It had been the St. James Inn at one time with a shady history of being one of the brothels in the early days when most of downtown consisted of tents and mud. When coming up with a name, I thought of Cat House Cross Stitch, but thought better of it. I finally settled on Needles & Pins. The owners of the building did a major remodel with my shop in mind. When it was complete, it was lovely. Old hardwood floors were brought back to life. Salvaged brick lined one wall. A large table was in the back room. Every Wednesday, women gathered at my shop for our own version of “Stitch and B****”. From the moment I opened the doors to closing time, the shop rang with the laughter of women sharing stories and solving the problems of the world. I lost my shirt…twice…but it was wonderful therapy for a lot of women, including myself. It’s when I first found my footing on my own again.

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If you are a cross-stitcher, you are familiar with cute publishing houses like “Birds of a Feather”, “Mosey & Me”, “Blackbird Designs” and “The Prairie Schooler”. Being an artist, I thought I would try my hand at designing some cross-stitch patterns. I wanted to come up with a cute name for the division of my business. As I was going through a box of things in my art studio one day, I came across the picture of a field in West Virginia with large, round bales of hay wrapped in white plastic. They looked all the world like huge marshmallows. I had taken the photo on a trip a few years earlier. My youngest had asked what those things were and her big sister teased her telling her this was a marshmallow ranch. This was where they grew big marshmallows then cut them up in little pieces, put them in bags and sent them to the stores. Marshmallow Ranch! The perfect name for my tiny little art division of Needles & Pins.

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Unfortunately, the shop wasn’t open long enough for my ideas to come to fruition. I did design three or four patterns and had samples stitched, but never got them published. This is the most detailed of my designs. I called it “Three Sheep”. Maybe someday I’ll get around to developing that idea again. Designing cross-stitch patterns isn’t as easy as it looks. Even with my interest in art, I’m not a very good judge of color. I found this picture on my new computer when the photos were delivered from the cloud and thought I’d share it with you. It’s been thirteen years since I closed the second incarnation of my little needlework shop. It was a difficult time in my life, but one that shaped the path of who I have become. It’s something I am proud of in retrospect. ❤️

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“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”\n‭‭James‬ ‭1:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I had a huge day planned yesterday. I was really looking forward to gathering with two different groups of friends. I awoke sometime before dawn and my body just said, “Nope. Not today. Go back to sleep.” In the past, I might have forced myself up and made myself go. Since losing Mr. Virgo, I’ve learned to listen more to my body when it speaks to me.

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Grief not only causes things like “grief brain” which was illustrated in the article I shared with you the other night. Several health ailments can be attributed to grief and the resultant stress it causes. High levels of cortisol…the “fight or flight” hormone…can cause everything from high blood pressure to heart disease to depression to substance abuse. It also affects your immune system and you tend to get sick easier and things last longer. There isn’t an expiration date on grief either. You may not be actively grieving, but you can still suffer from the repercussions.

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Yesterday it was tummy trouble. Easy enough to fix with rest, fluids and over the counter medications. I have to be extra careful with things like gluten and fats now. I didn’t have to do that before Mr. Virgo died. Another thing that came my way was an autoimmune response to grief and I developed plantar-palmar psoriasis. I doctored that with steroids and every psoriasis cream known to man. I tried folk remedies and old wive’s tales. Nothing touched it till last year when I started using doTerra’s LifePak vitamins and CBD (canabidiol) ointment. It’s pretty well controlled now with occasional applications and I take a small dose of the vitamins every other day or so.

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Nothing is the same after a profound loss. For a long time, I grieved not only for Mr. Virgo…but also for the ME that I lost in the process of grieving. When I finally let go of trying to recreate my life the way it was before, I began to embrace the life I was building. It’s much, much better but the physical things still creep up on me from time to time. I still find them frustrating, even though I am much better at listening to my body now. When it says, “Go back to sleep”…unless I have something that I absolutely HAVE to do…I listen. I texted my friends and told them I was going to have to bow out because I didn’t feel well. They totally understood. There will be other opportunities to get together. And I spent the day reading. I haven’t spent the day reading in ages because for the longest time, my grief brain wouldn’t allow me to concentrate long enough to get through a book. It was lovely to be able to read…and comprehend what I was reading. Mr. Fixit watched college basketball and a couple of movies while I cuddled up on the couch and listened to recordings of campfires and thunderstorms.

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Remember…self care is not selfish. It is necessary. If you are alone, you may have the freedom to practice self care any time, but not always. I am fortunate to have this wonderful man who understands and supports my need for self care on a regular basis. What a gift he is to me. ❤️

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“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings. And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen.”\n‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭5:7-11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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The first time I set foot in a trout stream, I was six years old. It was the summer before my life would be forever changed by the illicit touch of a stranger. The summer of 1960 found my family on its very first vacation. We traveled to the mountains of West Virginia and rented a small cabin for a week. I remember mom frying trout in an iron skillet. I remember my brother and I playing quietly in the shade of the many trees surrounding our camp. I remember my dad standing in the shallow middle, up to his knees, casting over and over with the flies he had meticulously tied at his workbench in the basement. And I remember the river. The North Fork of the South Branch of the Potomac River, to be exact.

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I didn’t have much experience with open bodies of water. Mom had instilled an unhealthy fear of water in me with stories of the time she saved her baby sister from drowning. She had no intention of ever having to save me, so I was banished from any water sports. And, it turns out…I’m a bit of a water baby. I remember one day in particular. Dad was out in his favorite fishing hole, patiently casting, and I stood at the river’s edge. I contemplated the ripples as they passed over the smooth river rocks. I gazed at the deep pools that changed to the color of emeralds where the sandy bottom lay two or three feet below. I delighted at the light dancing on the surface like a thousand diamonds and the trout flashing as they breached the surface to catch their next meal.

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That was a simple and peaceful summer…the last I would know before my innocence was taken from me. But, that is not to say, I have never found moments that have recaptured that sense of awe and wonder. I have…many times. Yesterday was one of those days that delivered sweet things…one after another…till I was overflowing with the beauty and simplicity of it all.

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I made my routine trip to the farm to see how the kitties are fairing. I checked the stove and the basement. I sat, as I always do, in the chair in “Grandma’s Window” and watched the birds at the feeder. I listened to the sounds of an old house…living and breathing…its bones creaking like the old woman that she is. I watched the pendulum in Mr. Virgo’s clock swing back and forth, reminding me I couldn’t stay too long. We had company coming.

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I stopped at the neighbor’s for a bit and delivered a small gift of French Truffles. We passed the time, catching up on the news of the neighbors and I left with promises it wouldn’t be so long till my next visit. I turned the truck toward home. I checked the mail and found a pink slip…a package had come and would be waiting for me at the post office. Mr. FixIt offered to go pick it up as I put the groceries away. I no sooner sat down till our company arrived.

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Mr. FixIt’s granddaughter and her family brought their baby to see Papaw and GG! I have inherited a whole passel of people in this relationship, including a son and his wife, a daughter and her man, three granddaughters (two of whom have significant others), a grandson and his girlfriend, and a great granddaughter. You know what that means, don’t you? I am a great grandmother! And…considering I am WAY too young to be one (smile)…I am GG. Great Grandma. Grandma Ginny. GG. It suits me. The baby is four months old and the most precious little thing. What a treat to hold and rock a little one again!

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Before long, Mr. FixIt came back with my box. I couldn’t wait to open it. It was a special introductory gift box from my dear friend, and fellow Sister on the Fly, Michelle McMullen Cummings with her newly published book, The Reel Sisters! https://www.thereelsisters.com/product/the-reel-sisters-gift-box/ Now I have two books to read, one published and one unpublished with an invitation to write early praise for its release. Both written by strong women I admire and I can’t wait to get into them! The reminder of these sister friendships warmed my heart as rocked and sang a lullaby to the newest member of our immediate family. I thought…”I will teach you to fly, little sister” as I sniffed the top of her sweet, soft head.

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I am enjoying getting to know and bond with Mr. FixIt’s family. As his granddaughter bundled up the baby and prepared to leave yesterday, she turned to me and said, “I like you. You make my grandpa very happy.” I like her, too. She reminds me a little of myself when I was her age. A young mother, in love with her baby, her life stretching before her like an endless summer. It filled me with a soft warmth. As I sat propped in our bed last night, typing away at the keyboard writing this post, that very happy Papaw came in with a small bowl of ice cream and a kiss on the top of my head. And I swear…my heart exploded with joy.

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The sweet simplicity of a life lived with boundless joy. My God has delivered me far, far from the pain life can bring. For now. There will be pain again. There always is. This is life, after all. The difference is, I have this now. I am building my insurance policy. These stories are money in my emotional bank…stories to look back upon one day and remember the joy I felt on a cold January day in the sun. ❤️

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“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.”\n‭‭James‬ ‭1:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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One of the best ways to catch up with paperwork is to have peaceful surroundings. Mr. FixIt had a day of errands to do. I think he kinda wanted me to tag along with him yesterday, but I know us well…I would have ended up coming in at 9:30 last night and none of this work would have gotten done.

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As soon as he left (with a big hug and kiss) I turned on praise music and cranked it up. I always need a little extra dose of Jesus when I am heading into a formidable task. Wading through many bags and boxes of papers and sorting them into some sort of organization that allows me to actually put my finger on things was the order of the day. With praise, and good coffee and French Truffles…I waded in with both feet and started making the first cuts. What was trash. What needed to be kept in which pile. I really, really hate paperwork! “Jesus is calling…” I can do this. “Do you thirst for a drink from the well…” I can do this. “The Father’s arms are open wide…” Oh, yes…I can definitely do this! “Bring your sorrows and trade them for joy…” YES…let’s DO this!!!

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As I often do, I talk out loud to Jesus when I’m working. The conversation is never one-sided. He always speaks to me through the Holy Spirit and tells me everything I need to hear. First, he smacks my hand a little…”Keep up with this stuff better.” He chides gently. “You know what an ordeal it is when you put it off till the end of the year. It seems overwhelming. If it’s difficult to slog through…remember to talk with me while you’re working. It makes the time pass faster. And, I can help. I can help you put things into perspective. I can help you find lost papers. I can help you remember who you need to talk to about this and that. I can help you make important decisions. Just remember to include me…even in the most mundane of your daily activities.”

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Then He goes on with his daily teaching. “Thank your Father for the gifts you receive. See all these papers? They are all articles of provision. That bank account? I gave you that gift to provide for your every need. Respect that. Balance every month…not because it’s a drudge, but because it’s an honor to see the abundance you have been provided with. The same goes for that insurance policy you have been complaining about because the price went up. Be grateful you HAVE insurance…and so far, you haven’t run out of money to pay for it. What about that accident last February? I know you have been dreading searching for all the papers you need to have in order to finish out that claim. Yes, that’s a pain…but, I made sure you weren’t terribly injured. And you received a much newer truck when yours was totaled. It was “a miracle” when you got that check that just almost covered the new truck, wasn’t it? It was Me…I made sure you have a safe, affordable vehicle. A little gratitude goes a long way, dear one.”

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What blessings I have. I have a Father that provides for me. I have a loving family that supports and loves me. I have this tremendous man in my life who loves me and shares his home with me as if it has always been mine…he’s just been waiting for me to come along. I have my health. I have the farm. I have TOW-Wanda. I have a retirement. I have Social Security and health insurance and soon, I’ll have Medicare…that carrot at the end of the race that will help provide for me in my golden years. I have a house…TWO houses…THREE if you count TOW-Wanda…to shelter me from the storms of life. I have food and clean water and clothes. I am wealthy….beyond my wildest dreams. I am LOVED. What a lovely way to look at the mundane, dreary chore of sorting through paperwork. What a lovely way to look at the world. Thank you, God! “You’re a good, good Father…it’s who you are, it’s who you are…” ❤️

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“And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:19‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I love a hot cup of tea on a cold winter day. And, baby…it is c-o-l-d! It is nice to just stay in and get stuff done around the house. Catching up on correspondence. Going through stacks of paperwork and organizing. Tossing old magazines. All things that need to be done and can be accomplished when you’re stuck inside.

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I’m reading my friend’s final draft of her book so I can write advanced praise. You’re going to love it…I’ve cried ten times! I can’t wait to share it with you.

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In the meantime, I was doing a little research yesterday after reading some of your comments on my post. I do that often. I came across an article in Psychology Today that I loved. As I read it, tears stung my eyes and I thought…whoever wrote this really gets it! When I got to the bottom, I saw that it was written by someone I know! Susan Heitler, PhD…a Clinical Psychologist in Denver. Susan had a little office located by the back door to the suite I worked in when Hubby #2 was in medical school. She often ate her lunch at the front desk in her office…the door flung open wide as if to beckon passers by to come in for a visit. I often stopped on my way to and from the cafeteria. Sitting for a few moments with Susan was like breathing in sunshine. I always left feeling really good about myself. I would have loved to bottle some of that up and take it with me where ever I went in the years since I last saw her. Here’s the article I read: https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/resolution-not-conflict/201202/psychological-diagnosis-dangerous-desirable-or-both

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The last several days’ posts have been really heavy so I’m keeping today light on purpose. There is so much darkness in the world…we need a day of light once in a while. As I’m writing this, I’m listening to sounds of the woods. Water in a creek. Crickets. Tree frogs. Night birds. I miss those sounds. The woods are so quiet in the winter. The air seems dead as it is muted by the snow on the ground. It’s so cold my nose hairs freeze when I breathe in! Yet, I still have to sleep with the window cracked a bit. I have to have air. Mr. FixIt doesn’t like heavy blankets so I bought an electric blanket. It is the warmest thing I’ve ever had and not at all heavy. A good compromise.

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I made Banana Nut muffins yesterday with blueberries in them. We went shopping at the department store that is closing and bought about $460 worth of clothes for $22…mostly for the great grandbaby! I’m researching how to make jewelry from broken china. I scheduled a camping trip for May. I caught a mouse in the attic. We watched a Reese Witherspoon movie. And I’m gathering the data I need to close out the paperwork from the car accident I was in last February. So far, it’s been a really good week! How about you? What are you doing to pass the time till spring? ❤️

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“Fruit trees of all kinds will grow on both banks of the river. Their leaves will not wither, nor will their fruit fail. Every month they will bear fruit, because the water from the sanctuary flows to them. Their fruit will serve for food and their leaves for healing.””\n‭‭Ezekiel‬ ‭47:12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Mr. FixIt and I have developed this little routine the last few months. We have a nice dinner and clear up the dishes. We sit together for a while and talk or maybe watch a movie or an episode of Big Bang or MASH. When it’s time for a bedtime snack, I take mine into the bedroom at the far end of the house and write while my sweetie watches a ball game or the news and weather. It works out great and we both have that little bit of alone time everyone needs in a relationship. I’ve taken to listening to nature sounds on Amazon Music as I write so quite often, in my head, there’s a thunderstorm raging or ocean waves are gently lapping at the shore or birds are singing in a tropical rainforest. It’s so soothing and easy to write to.

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My guy bowls on a couple of leagues and has for over thirty years. Bowling offered him the opportunity to socialize with fun people. He is gregarious, and bowling has been a great outlet for him. The other night he stopped at the store on the way home. He always calls me before he heads home because no matter where we are staying…his house or mine…it is a good forty minutes from town. He asks if I need anything. Usually, I don’t. He called me from the driveway the other night and asked me to open the door. He’s not supposed to carry anything in his bad hand yet. When I greeted him at the door, he handed me the groceries and I ducked in the kitchen with them. It was SO cold out there…I wanted away from the door as fast as I could. When I turned around to hug him, he handed me this bouquet of yellow roses.

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I love yellow roses. I love great big bouquets of mixed flowers but all in white. I love a live orchid. Mr. Virgo used to bring me flowers. And now…I have this sweet love…this good, good man. And HE brings me flowers, too. Guys like Mr. Virgo and Mr. FixIt are a rare breed. My sweetheart told me the other day he wished we had started dating in high school so we could have had our whole lives together. I understand that thinking, and it’s sweet…really. But the thing is, we are the people we are right now simply BECAUSE of the life experiences we have been through. There is a really big chance we wouldn’t have gotten along in our early years. All of our experiences have been opportunities for personal growth. We came together when we did because it was GOD’S timing…not ours.

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When we can move over and get out of the way, God does extraordinary things in our lives. “Let go and let God” isn’t just a pithy saying or a tired cliche from an AA meeting. It is straight outta the instruction manual for life…the Bible. Oh, we are such proud creatures. We want to have control. We want to steer the boat and make it go where WE want it. At any given moment, there is a preordained course designed specifically for us. God knows your name. He has plans to prosper you. God loves you more than anyone in the world. He loves you more than you can fathom. You can make it SO much easier if you put God in the driver’s seat. The easiest way to do that is ask. Just ask Him…first thing in the morning. “Where are you going to take me today, Lord?” Then get out of the way. Oh, my…could it really be that easy??? ❤️

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“Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and he will establish your plans.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭16:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Winter “Winter Flooding in West Virginia” by Ginny McKinney

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It all started innocently enough. It was going to rain and I was heading to town soon. As I jumped in the shower, I called out to Mr. FixIt.

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“Honey…would you mind grabbing my umbrella out of the truck?”

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When I got dressed and was heading out the door, I looked around. My umbrella wasn’t there. I asked if he had gotten it for me and Mr. FixIt said no. There was an umbrella there by the door. Now, it was a perfectly good umbrella. One that, you know, keeps rain off of you. But I wanted MY umbrella and I felt Mr. FixIt had made a decision for me. I didn’t like it.

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Silly…that was just plain silly of me. But, I am my mother’s daughter and stubborn is my middle name. I hopped out the door and into the rain…sans umbrella.

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“I’ll show YOU!” I thought as I made a mad dash for the truck. “I don’t need your stinky old boy umbrella!”

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Ridiculous. I got wet because I got my nose out of joint. And why? Because, somewhere in the far recesses of my mind I equated “Please get my umbrella.” with “Please tell me you love me.” That is old school thinking right there…something I thought I left behind like…two relationships ago.

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It’s been a couple of weeks now. And ever since, I’ve been criticizing Mr. FixIt’s every move. Mostly because he’s a man and he had surgery and he’s SUPPOSED to be taking care of that hand so it will heal properly and he’s as stubborn as me and he does things his way and….did I say he was stubborn? I have spent the better part of two weeks with “Don’t pick that up!” And “Here…let ME do it!” I think there were eye-rolls involved. All of this was done in an effort to punish him for a perceived slight that was nothing more than something made up in my head. Some unpacked baggage from seasons past that has absolutely nothing to do with him.

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Then…the rain started.

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It rained…hard. Yesterday morning I awoke to the sounds of the carpet cleaner sucking water up from the rug downstairs. The basement flooded! I jumped up and ran downstairs. And there was my man…emptying one gallon containers of dirty water into the sink…carrying them with two hands, one of which he isn’t supposed to lift anything heavier than popcorn.

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“Breathe…breathe…don’t scold him. He’s not a child.” My inner voice reasoned with me.

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“Did you plug in the sump pump?” I asked.

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“No.” Shoulders slumped. Voice dejected.

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“Are you kidding me?” I asked.

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Shoulders slumped more. “Stupid. It was stupid.”

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I took the carpet cleaner and started that part myself so he wouldn’t have to carry the bucket to the sink. Mr. FixIt went about sweeping up water in the room without carpet. He ran the vacuum. We didn’t talk much. Then I sent him off on an errand to town.

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After he left, I went upstairs and fixed myself a cup of coffee. I sipped it as I ran the carpet cleaner back and forth over the soggy carpet. And I fumed. Then I could see the dejected slump of my sweetheart’s shoulders and my heart softened.

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“Lord,” I said out loud. “I haven’t been loving this wonderful man you gave me the way I should. I haven’t been loving him the way you love me. And all because he didn’t get my umbrella for me!”

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I sucked up more water, emptied the bucket, and began again.

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“Lord, please give me the heart of a cheerful servant. Let me see all of his good qualities and none of the annoying traits that make us human. Can you do that for me, please?” I asked with sincere earnestness in my voice.

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Suddenly, the old hymn “Farther Along” started up in my mind and I began to sing out loud as I vacuumed up bucket after bucket of water.

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“Tempted and tried we’re oft made to wonder\nWhy it should be thus all the day long\nWhile there are others living about us\nNever molested though in the wrong.

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Farther along we’ll know all about it\nFarther along well understand why\nCheer up my brother, live in the sunshine\nWe’ll understand it all by and by.

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When death has come and taken our loved ones\nIt leaves our home so lonely and drear\nThen do we wonder why others prosper\nLiving so wicked year after year.

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When we see Jesus coming in glory\nWhen he comes down from his home in the sky\nThen we shall meet him in that bright mansion\nWe’ll understand it all by and by.

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Farther along we’ll know all about it\nFarther along we’ll understand why\nCheer up my brother, live in the sunshine\nWe’ll understand it all by and by.

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Yes, we’ll understand it…all by and by.”

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I sang and sang and in two verses…maybe three…something happened. Any negative thoughts I had been having dissolved. My heart was soft and open. God had indeed given me the heart of a cheerful servant, just as I had asked.

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I went on and worked, happily singing and emptying bucket after bucket of dirty flood water. I worked for about three hours when Mr. FixIt walked in carrying breakfast for me. I went upstairs and gave him a great big hug and an even bigger smile. I thanked him profusely for bringing me a warm breakfast. I hadn’t taken time to eat. I patted the seat beside me. He shook his head and said no…he needed to get back to it.

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“Please?” I begged. “Just for a minute.”

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He smiled and sat down.

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“Sweetheart, listen…I know you feel stupid for not plugging in the sump pump. But, I could have thought of it, too. And I didn’t. We unplugged it to put up the snowman for Christmas and just forgot. We make mistakes…it happens. It wasn’t your fault.” I put my hand on his knee and looked at him intently. I wanted to make sure he heard me.

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Mr. FixIt turned those baby blues to mine and gave me his sweetest smile. And, I felt I’d made it right. This is how you feed a man. You feed his spirit. You feed his soul. You breathe life into him. When you start looking for the bad in your love…that’s all you will see. I really, REALLY don’t want to go there. Do I get it right all the time? Oh, heck no! I’m human, too. I stumble and forget and let my lower self talk WAY too often. But sometimes I get it right. Sometimes I remember to ask God for help. Yesterday was one of those days. ❤️

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“Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.”\n‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭4:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"The “Belpre Bridge” by Ginny McKinney

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Yesterday morning was sunny and warm. By warm, I mean 47. As in…above freezing! And by afternoon it was 72 degrees according to the thermometer on my truck. swoon I haven’t felt this warm since sometime back in September. It was downright balmy out there!

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Mr. FixIt and I had errands to run yesterday and he asked me mid-day what I’d like for lunch. My go to favorite? The Southwest Grilled Chicken Salad with Fat Free Honey Mustard Dressing from Chik-fil-A! And my go to favorite place to eat it? Point Park in Parkersburg. I wanted to watch the ice floes out on the Ohio River. Yesterday, there were three Blue Herons and a bunch of Seagulls sitting out on the ice. I believe two gents were trying to woo the same lady heron because one kept shooing off the interloper. Said lady was having none of it and kept flying away from Mr. Romance.

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It had just started raining when we parked in our favorite spot. We really wanted to see a tug pushing barges through the ice but unfortunately, none came along. As an update, Mr. FixIt started working with a hand therapist yesterday. He’s doing really well. He did strain it a little last Sunday night when he pushed up off the floor, but it’s much better now. The therapist made a custom splint for his wrist and thumb that is much sturdier than the one he was given at the surgeon’s office and I am relieved. I was very worried he would slip on the ice and snow last week and really do some damage. We sure don’t want to have to go through this again!

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One of my friends and his wife lost their faithful companion, Blue, yesterday. When I was so lonely and hurting, so many of my readers encouraged me to adopt a dog, but this is exactly why I couldn’t. I simply couldn’t put myself through that loss. Mr. Virgo and I put our seventeen-year-old Yorkie-Maltese mix down just three months before Mr. Virgo himself died suddenly. We had had Cricket cremated and were going to spread her ashes in the flower garden in the spring. When Mr. Virgo died, I just put that little box of ashes in the casket with him and swore I’d never have another dog. My heart aches for those who lose their beloved fur babies.

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With the nature of grief being so unpredictable, sometimes you literally feel as though you are just one crisis away from losing it entirely. I cannot tell you how many times I have been in the throes of grief, and the accompanying anxiety, and I have felt like I just couldn’t handle one more thing. As a matter of fact, the FEAR of having one more thing happen actually escalated everything. I have an arsenal of coping strategies at my disposal, but sometimes the slope is too steep and the boulder gains too much momentum too fast. There were so many nights when it all got away from me and all I could do was cling to God and pray for morning. If I can get a hold of the wave early enough, the best thing I can do is get out of the situation I’m in. It usually hits me when I’m in bed, so I get up and do something…scrub the kitchen floor, clean out the fridge, run the vacuum.

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Another thing that will stop things from spinning out of control for me is writing. There have been countless times I’ve sat down to write my post while I’m feeling the waves of grief and anxiety come over me. As I write, I can literally feel the stress, fear, and anxiety fade…sometimes melting away entirely. I can’t stress enough how much writing can help you through grief. You don’t have to have a blog. Get a journal and write in it every night. I not only wrote this blog, but I filled several personal journals through the first two or three years after Mr. Virgo died. Writing saved me. TOW-Wanda saved me. God saved me. ❤️

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““This is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘Write in a book all the words I have spoken to you.”\n‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭30:2‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"The “The Bent Reed” by Ginny McKinney

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A lot of people are struggling right now. I don’t know what it is about January. Sure, there’s the let down after the holidays. There’s the long, dark nights. There’s the bitterly cold, grey days. But there’s more than that. There’s a lot of loss.

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I have friends who are dealing with very serious health issues…either of their own or members of their immediate family. I get prayer requests daily…from multiple people. Disasters, accidents, illness, death. Add this on top of the usual slump of January and it can send you down in a spiral in a hurry.

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I was reminded of this beautiful verse the other day. I wish I would have had it written down so I could have carried it with me in those first long dark winter months without Mr. Virgo. I know it would have helped. As with all things, it has come to me now…when it means the most. When I need it the most. When I need to share it. God always provides.

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My mom died after a brief illness of five days in January 2014. My cousin’s husband a year later at 50. My sweet Uncle Bob the next January. January is just not a good month…for me and for a lot of other people.

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I bought a new computer the other day. When I was setting it up this week, I noticed a bunch of photos had come down out of the cloud. I hadn’t seen them in a long time, since my computer has been on the fritz for a while. I was scrolling through when my screen was filled with…Mr. Virgo…in his casket. A friend took the picture for me. At first, I thought it was macabre. Then I realized I needed to have that. For a long time it was the only thing that would allow me to cry. I needed to get that out. But somewhere along the line, the pictures from the funeral home made their way up into the cloud and I didn’t see them again. Till this week. It was like getting sucker punched when that popped up, filling my screen with a vision so painful you can feel it in your bones.

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Yes, a lot of people are struggling. Debbie’s husband Toby is in the hospital. Sue’s friend had a biopsy today. Lynn’s family is struggling. Diane lost both her parents and her father-in-law in Januarys along the way and her best friend just lost his dad. The world seems to be reeling under forces whipping it into a frenzy. So, again…I am reminded of this verse.

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God will not break a bent reed. He will not snuff out a smoldering flame. When you are at your weakest point, God is still strong. The same God that gave his Son. The same God that walked on water and rose the dead and healed blind men. The same God that breathed life into this world lives today. And He knocks. And He waits. He is a patient, polite God. He will not impose himself. He will not barge in on you. He waits for you to open the door. Opening that door is what has made it possible for me to keep breathing, to keep walking forward through every storm…through every season. I was only bent. ❤️

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“A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out…”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭42:3‬ ‭NIV

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The sun! Ok, it was out for less than fifteen minutes at the farm today…but, oh! What a divine fifteen minutes that was!!! Ok, that is what is the hardest thing about living in the Mid-Ohio Valley as opposed to the Roaring Fork Valley. There is far less sunshine here. The sky stays grey for weeks at a time. When the snow finally comes, it stays till we can get a welcome respite of sunshine and warmth like yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Tomorrow is predicted to get up to 63 degrees! I will take that any day over the bitter, frigid weather we’ve had for the last few weeks.

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I know…you’ve heard me state before that I would never spend another winter in the cold and snow. Well, never say never, right? A year ago, I didn’t know I would be where I am in this wonderful relationship. I had a fair idea which direction it was going, but a year is a year and one never knows for sure what might happen. I’ve learned not to look too far into the future since losing Mr. Virgo. Other than…this is where I want to be and who I want to be with. That’s enough for me.

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This winter isn’t going like we thought it would when we made our travel plans last summer. First, Mr. FixIt had surgery on his hand and it turned out to be a much bigger deal than we thought it would be so that nixed not only the trip to Colorado at Christmas, but also the two month camping trip we had planned in Florida for February and March. He has hand therapy to go through now and there is still much he cannot do for himself. We’ve decided this is an excellent time to go through closets and boxes of stuff at his house and do a little downsizing. I have a great deal of experience in that department and I am happy as a clam to help out.

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In my effort to stay present this year, I’m going to go out today and tomorrow and enjoy every moment of warmth I can possible soak up. I hope you are getting a respite from winter in your neck of the woods. I am also keeping the people of Southern California in my prayers as they struggle with the inevitable mudslides that follow devastating fires. I’ve personally seen the effects of that in Glenwood Springs after the Storm King and Coal Seam fires. I saw on the news last night where they rescued a teenager from the basement of her home. She was nearly encased in mud. It was unbelievable. She had to have been terrified. My heart goes out to everyone affected by this disaster. ❤️

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“…Get up and pray…”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭22:46‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Our babies were just wee ones when we met. We were taking a sewing class together which really turned out to be twice a week therapy for busy moms to vent and create something beautiful. Sue took my breath away. Tall and slender with that long, thick, full-bodied hair those of us with baby fine strands drool over, she embodied the earth mother I so desperately wanted to be. We became fast friends. We got together and had tea. We hiked. We stitched and b****ed our way through our children’s youth. We were soccer moms. And, even though we were several years apart in age, we had so much in common.

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Sue is one of those friends you may not speak to more than once or twice a year. But when you do, you feel this incredible soul connection and time disappears. We pass each other on Facebook. We give each other virtual hugs and atta girls. We know we are never more than a message or a text or a phone call away.

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Sue moved away from Glenwood Springs a couple of years before that cataclysmic event…the overdose…and my world changed dramatically. She was so worried about me. She was supportive and listened and offered me unconditional love. There was a long stretch of time when we didn’t get to see each other. She was at our wedding. Then Mr. Virgo died and she couldn’t come to the funeral. When I went on my three month journey into the wilderness and backroads of Colorado, Sue invited me to her little “ranchita” down near the Four Corners area. She had ten acres overlooking Mesa Verde. She had a labyrinth she had designed and built. By this time, she was an accomplished yogi.

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The day I arrived at her place near Dolores, Sue came running out of the house and grabbed me. She hugged me tight then pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

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“You said you were doing ok…but I had to see for myself. I wouldn’t know for sure till I squeezed you!” Then she drew me in for another hug.

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Sue ministers to you with softness, compassion. She settled me in the rocking chair by the big picture window. She brought me tea. She sat with me and we rocked…the comforting quiet hanging between us like a well worn quilt as we watched the birds at the immense feeder just beyond the glass. We drove to Silverton one day to be at the finish line of a mountain bike race. I was terribly anxious the night before. I had a really hard time with anxiety the first year or two after Mr. Virgo died. Sue sat with me for hours into the night as I cried and threw up and was generally a horrible mess. She’s that friend…the one who loves you when you’re really messy. She is the one who kicked me in the butt and made me write my book. She said…”Write it now while there is pain in your heart. We will feel it. If you try to write it after you heal, you will lose that voice.” She is so right. I love her dearly.

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It’s a new year…time for us to reconnect. Sue and I talked for two hours and twenty-two minutes last night. We discussed all the changes in our lives…all the changes to come. And we decided to plan a yoga retreat. We’ll have yoga sessions as well as talks…nutrition, self-care, grief, art, music, writing. I have a picture in my mind of what I want it to look like. I’ll let you know as we formulate a plan and I’d love you to come!

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Life is full of interesting twists and turns, isn’t it? My word this year is “presence”. By being present, I will flow through life more awake, more open, more prepared to embrace challenges. Retreats have been a HUGE dream of mine. Time to start letting that dream out to play! ❤️

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“gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”\n‭‭Galatians‬ ‭5:23‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Epiphany

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Epiphany; noun: plural noun: epiphanies

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A) the manifestation of Christ to the Gentiles as represented by the Magi (Matthew 2:1–12).

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B) the festival commemorating the Epiphany on January 6.

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C) a manifestation of a divine or supernatural being.

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D) a moment of sudden revelation or insight.

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Yesterday was Epiphany. Traditionally, it marks the end of the Christmas Season. The day the Three Wise Men visited the baby Jesus and bestowed their gifts to Him.

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Epiphany also means a sudden revelation, insight, and/or appearance of a supernatural being. Eighteen years ago, I experienced epiphany on many, many levels. I was seven years into a devastating depression…one I could see no way out of. I was over prescribed medications by a medical community that my husband at the time belonged to. I was a doctor’s wife. I had WAY too ready access to medications I had no business being on because a referral pattern is a terrible thing to waste. Doctors hate to take care of other doctor’s family. It puts a lot of pressure on them to go above and beyond…to be exemplary…to have a positive outcome, no matter what. Unfortunately for me, that meant seven years of medications that made me a zombie. Add a psychiatrist who told me at every visit, that this was just the way I was…I would need to take these medicines every day for the rest of my life…that I had a chemical imbalance in my brain. I lost my 40’s…literally. My marriage was irreparably damaged. December of 1999 found me struggling. My 20th Anniversary came and my husband told me he wasn’t in love with me anymore. I was devastated. I couldn’t see how I could possibly live without him. I circled the drain and on January 6, 2000…I overdosed on two full bottles of pills and I very easily could have died.

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As they worked on me in the emergency room…these doctors and nurses with whom my husband and I socialized…I “faded”. My vision became a tunnel. My hearing damped down till it sounded like I had tin cans over my ears. I didn’t see a great white light like some talk about when they have a near-death experience. I’ve drawn it here, as close as I can. It was this incredibly beautiful disc of cobalt blue with golden rays of light radiating from it all around like an eclipse. It was ethereal and sparkly and incredibly peaceful.

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As I stood in this immense ocean of blue light, my hearing left me and there was no sound. Dead air. Nothing. And suddenly, my grandma’s voice cut through the silence and straight into my left ear, as if she were standing beside me and bent down to speak directly to me. She shouted at me!

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“Young lady…you get back down there right now! You have work to do!!!”

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Immediately, my eyes flew open wide and I was in the ER, lying on a gurney, the overhead light shining in my eyes. I squinted at the glare and the sudden rush of noise. I rolled up on my side and threw up violently. After a while, I turned on my back. A nurse was leaning over me…a look of sincere concern on her face. I burst into tears when I realized what had happened. I kept crying, “I’m so ashamed, I’m so ashamed, I’m so ashamed.” She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close to her and whispered in my ear, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve been sick. You’re going to be ok.”

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I was at the bottom of the barrel in that moment and I had to begin a very long climb back. It took a great deal of intense therapy to convince me the other doctor was wrong and I really didn’t have a chemical imbalance in my brain. It took a full three years to wean off the medications he had me on. My marriage was over. I nearly lost my relationship with my kids. It took a huge amount of work, strength, and determination to rebuild my life.

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I think that experience actually gave me tools to help me cope with losing Mr. Virgo years later. I survived that horrible ordeal. I surely could survive this one. I’ll survive the next. It’s fitting that the overdose occurred on Epiphany. The symbolic ending. The supernatural appearance of my grandma’s disembodied voice…nine months after her death. The moment of sudden revelation and insight that I had gone as far away from where God wanted me to be as I could possibly go.

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I look back on those years with a sadness that I lost so much. I look back on that night with the absolute conviction that God sent the one person I would listen to…my grandma. I believe with all my heart that God saved me that night because He wasn’t done with me. He still had work for me to do. And, I also believe I could not have done any of this work if I had never had those seven years of walking through hell…if I had never had that devastating overdose…if I had not nearly lost everything.

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Those of you who have been following me for a long time have probably heard this story before because I consider January 6th my “Re-Birth Day” in a literal sense. My second chance. My do-over. And for those of you new enough that you haven’t heard it yet, it might give you a sense of where I’ve been, even before the devastating loss of Mr. Virgo. We all have struggles in life. And, so far, I’ve survived all of them 100% of the time. For a long time, I was embarrassed by this story. Depression. Anxiety. Drugs. Dysfunction. Once I became a Christian, I realized God can use me to help others in similar circumstances. If I shine His Light into every dark corner of my life and show that Light to you, then I am doing what He put me on this earth to do. I’m at peace with that part of my life now. It doesn’t embarrass me. I am not ashamed. I am strengthened by a God that wouldn’t let ME decide it was time to go. I am immensely grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given…a chance to rebuild broken relationships…a chance at great love, not just once, but twice. I’ve lost much…but I’ve gained so much more. ❤️

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““Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you.”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭60:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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The nature of my writing has grown with the changes I have gone through on my grief journey. Early on, it was so incredibly painful to even try to put words together to express my pain. I understood for the first time how God could hear our prayers when all we can manage are groans. Once the words started, it was like releasing a torrent. My pain literally fell onto the pages and it was emotionally exhausting…for me, and for you as well. The release was cathartic. The more I let it go, the more my heart healed.

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Not everyone has a blog where they can release the pent up pain, anger, frustration, confusion that comes with grief. I am blessed with this venue and I don’t take any of you for granted. Your feedback and support has been so incredibly healing for me. I am blessed with family and friends who were supportive during the early months of my grief. The day Mr. Virgo died and I called my daughters, they dropped what they were doing and jumped in their cars to begin the long drive to be with me. They stayed by my side. They answered the phone for me. They made important calls. They took me everywhere I needed to go. Daughter #1 slept with me every night with her arm across my chest to protect me, to calm me, to reassure me I was not alone.

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People gathered and surrounded me with love and support and food. My daughters and I bought every funny DVD we could find and tried to find someplace to land besides terror and pain. My friends held me in silence…the same friends who dressed me for my wedding and placed the flowers all around. Here they were…nearly six years to the day…doing the only thing they could do. After we lay Mr. Virgo in the ground, we gathered at our home…my home. I went straight to the humidor and got the expensive cigar he was saving for golf in the summer. I grabbed the bottle of Courvoisier I had used for Mr. Virgo’s favorite fruitcake. And I gathered the men…and my younger daughter. She was particularly close to her stepdad. We went to the front porch and smoked the cigar, and passed the bottle around till it was gone. We told manly stories of golf and travel, hotels and restaurants…all things Mr. Virgo.

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After everyone left, the family gathered me up and took me to a restaurant to entice me to eat. I hadn’t had much of anything but coffee for days. It was the day before St. Patrick’s Day…a fine day to be buried, Mr. Virgo would have said. My daughters needed to get back to Denver. Daughter #1 offered to stay longer if I needed her. And while I did…desperately…I said no. I knew she needed to get back to her own family…her own life. And so, just like that, they were gone. And the house became quiet.

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I stayed home alone for a week. I had paperwork to do and some things to wrap up at work. I packed a bag, stopped my mail, and headed to Denver to be near the kids. My son-in-law’s parents kept me at their home. I don’t remember the first week I was there…except that I didn’t get dressed for a week and only occasionally ventured out of the room for a little food. I slept much of the time. Finally, I started to join the land of the living again.

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Slowly…ever so slowly…I moved forward. Days became weeks and week, months. The firsts started…my first birthday without him, his birthday, the holidays. Our wedding anniversary was just three weeks after he died. People called to see how I was doing. They sent cards and texts and checked in with me on Facebook. One of my daughter’s friends from high school contacted me every week for the first year. And eventually…they all moved on. It was inevitable. They can’t stay forever. They can’t stop their lives forever.

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At first, I was really put out. I still needed to vent. I still needed to cry. I needed to tell every story, a hundred times. I needed so much. I needed more than they could ever give. I have to say, I never felt completely abandoned. I am blessed to have the most fabulous people in my life who would listen to me even today if I called and cried. However…I did feel “like a burden”, as one of my readers put it. I didn’t want to unload on them all the time. Somehow, I managed to reach that tipping point where I realized I needed to start managing this pain on my own. That was a really lonely stretch. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t have to sit in that “waiting room” (as my friend Christina Rasmussen calls it in her book, Second Firsts) forever, but I had no idea how long I’d be in this social limbo. I wanted to stay alone forever AND I wanted to be with people. I wanted to be invited out AND I wanted to never talk to another soul. I wanted to feel normal AND I didn’t want to feel anything. Oh….grief is crazy making.

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I had to have something to hang onto…something, someONE, who would anchor me and keep me from flying off the face of the earth. Even though I had been a Christian for seven years, I only attended church sporadically. One Sunday morning, many months after Mr. Virgo died, I decided I needed to talk to someone who never tired of hearing my cries. Someone who would give and give and give…no matter how much I needed. Who would love me no matter how messy or messed up I got. I went back to church…and I’ve been going ever since.

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As much as people want to help…they are people. They are fallible. They can say the wrong things. They can feel overwhelmed by your pain. They can burn out from your grief. But God? God never gets tired of hearing from you. God never gets tired of comforting you. He never gets tired of holding you close. Greater is the one who lives within me than the one who lives in the world. God is the one…the only one who will always, always love you. Even when you cry that horrible snot-slinging cry that no one needs to see. Even when you are so anxious you stay up puking all night. Even when your life seems not worth living. The only way you can lose is to give up. Don’t give up. Don’t ever give up. Because joy comes again. It sneaks in the cracks of your broken heart when you least expect it. Not all at once…just a little tiny bit at a time. But it comes, dear one. Hang on…it comes. ❤️

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“You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.”\n‭‭1 John‬ ‭4:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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#God, #Love, #Light

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\"Winter Winter Dawn by Ginny McKinney

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As most of the country settles in for a rough ride on the Snowball Express, I am sitting here snug as a bug in a rug at Mr. FixIt’s house. I’ve taken to listening to praise music as I write my posts. I’ve changed things up and started writing during the day instead of late at night. I thought it might give me a different perspective and add a new dimension to the blog. The praise music not only keeps my heart in the right place, it inspires me to write about a scripture instead of the other way around. All this time I have written my post then I’d go look for an appropriate scripture that illustrated what my thinking was. That’s a much more time consuming process.

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I downloaded an app on my phone called Moment. It tracks my screen time and frankly, I was appalled when I saw how much time I spend staring at a screen. Granted, it’s not all mindless surfing or game playing. A good portion of it is spent writing these posts. Now, that in itself is not a bad thing by any means. It’s just that…I have this really sweet guy that would probably enjoy a little more attention and a little less screen time. So, I’m trying a few new things…new tactics to shave a little time off the screen and a little more looking into those baby blues that look so adoringly into mine. Win-Win, right?

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Another thing I’m going to try is, at least on occasion, including my drawings as the cover photo for my posts. This gives me the opportunity to practice…not only the drawings themselves, but the opportunity to be bold in sharing them. We all need opportunities to be bold.

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So, here I sit…snuggled on the sofa under that beautiful blue fox fur blanket. A fresh latte. Kari Jobe. A fire. Snow softly falling. My tree will remain to bring me light and peace well into the new year. I have the promise of a meteor shower and a blue moon to look forward to this month. The year is fresh with hope and promise. And I have this really cool Apple Pencil and Procreate…the world is at my fingertips! My heart is full, even in the depths of this bitter cold. Stay warm, my friends. ❤️

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“Out of the south cometh the whirlwind: and cold out of the north.”\n‭‭Job‬ ‭37:9‬ ‭KJV‬‬

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I step out…WAY out of my comfort zone here sometimes. I believe in pushing boundaries in order to grow. It has made me a stronger, more well-rounded person to stretch since Mr. Virgo died.

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I’ve always been creative. I can draw and paint landscapes, flowers, houses and do a pretty fair rendition. But people and animals…faces…elude me. I never get the proportion right. I’m heavy handed. There is no “life” in them.

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When my iPad died at the beginning of the year and I bought a new one, there was this white pencil lying next to it. I asked the salesman what it was and he told me it was a new tool to draw with. He showed me a program called Procreate and he could turn the pencil into a paintbrush loaded with oils or a big, fat pastel or a fine technical pencil. Anything…this thing can be anything! It was magic to me and I HAD to have it. Have it, I did. I knew I wouldn’t have time to really use it until the long dark nights of winter so I’ve been anxiously waiting to play with it.

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I have no idea why on earth I would start with a face. I did a study on eyes. I did a quick sketch that vaguely resembled Mr. FixIt. Then I put on my headphones, turned on the Kari Jobe station on Amazon Music and closed my eyes. I thought of Jesus as I listened to the praise music and pictured His face. Then I started to draw. I tried to “get out of the way” and let my hand draw what I saw in my mind. I enjoyed watching it take shape. It’s amateurish, to say the least. And (here’s where I’m stepping out of my comfort zone) I’m sharing it with you here.

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I’m much better at painting a picture with words. I’m much better at making a quilt or stitching a sampler or knitting a pair of socks. I’m much better at making jewelry out of old silverware or antique maps. A long time ago, I tried my hand at writing and I listened to the wrong people. They told me my writing wasn’t publishable. That it really wasn’t good. And I believed that, so I stopped trying. This drawing of Jesus may not be very good…but nothing anyone ever says to me will ever make me stop trying again. No matter what it is I’m trying to do.

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It doesn’t matter what the end product looks like. It doesn’t matter if a piece of art is gallery worthy. It doesn’t matter if you can’t carry a tune in a washtub. It doesn’t matter if your words aren’t Pulitzer Prize material. What matters is one thing…does it give you joy? If it does…do that! Don’t worry about what others might think. Don’t worry about being judged. Just do what brings you joy!

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I’ll keep drawing. Who knows? My writing has improved over the years. Maybe the drawing will, too. But honestly? It’s a form of meditation for me…no matter how it looks. Be brave and stretch! ❤️

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““Now get up, Ezra. Take charge—we’re behind you. Don’t back down.””\n‭‭Ezra‬ ‭10:4‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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Occasionally I get a comment on my blog from someone so fresh on this grief journey that they are lost. They don’t know where to turn or what to do next. They are obviously in a great deal of pain and my heart breaks for them because…I know. I’ve been there. Many of us have. I respond to every single comment on my blog. Most often it’s with a ❤️, just to let you know I have seen your comment. Occasionally, I write something back. On this particular occasion, I wrote a whole essay as my response. After giving it some thought, I decided it was time again to revisit “How do you survive this?”

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My reader lost her husband unexpectedly in early November. He was minding his own business, driving to work, when he was struck head-on by an impaired driver and was killed. Her world was shattered. The future she had planned with her husband was gone. To add insult to injury, her husband’s death was followed in rapid succession by Thanksgiving, his birthday, an important graduation, Christmas, and New Years. All without him. Her question? How do you cope with this?

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Here is my response:

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First, let me tell you my heart is with you, dear one. You are SO fresh on this journey and it’s so difficult. Having all those firsts, one after another when the ink is hardly dry must be unbearable. I can’t tell you how to grieve because it’s such a personal thing. I can tell you how I dealt with things and hopefully it will help you as well. If you haven’t yet, do go to Marshmallow Ranch on Facebook and see if you can scroll back to the early days of my blog. You will find much more relatable material there. I started the blog in January 2013 as a way to promote jewelry I was making. Then Mr. Virgo died in March. That’s when the blog morphed into an online grief journal. I know that’s a lot of material to sort through, but it just might help.

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At your stage of this journey, let me say this…there is no rule book. But here’s a list of ways to cope.

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    Avoid drugs and alcohol…they are nothing but bandaids that put off the hurt. That goes for new relationships. I know, I know. I thought that was crazy too till I got involved with someone just five months after my beloved died. I just wanted the pain to go away but when I pulled that bandage off, dear God…it was worse.

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    Feel your feelings. Cry when you need to. Laugh when you can.

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    There’s an actual condition called grief brain. You can’t remember squat and it may be scary as the dickens. Don’t worry…it does get better in time. You never go back to baseline, but you do get better.

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    You won’t be in this fog forever and eventually you will feel joy. Don’t feel guilty for that.

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    I found the services of a grief counselor to be extremely helpful. I had PTSD from watching the CPR for hours so I had EMDR treatments which helped immensely.

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Remember…you don’t “get over” this…you get through it. But, you will never be the same. Let me repeat that…you will never be the same. Don’t even try to find the old you. She is gone. Once a pickle, always a pickle…you don’t get to go back to being a fresh little cucumber again. Whether you become a sour or sweet pickle is largely up to you. Do NOT give up hope of finding a good life, though. You can…and you will…with determination and perseverance.

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I realized early on that he died, I did not. I owed it to his memory to live…actually LIVE the days my husband was not given. Since we were looking at campers when he died, I went out and bought one and joined Sisters on the Fly…a women’s adventure group. I also belong to Girl Campers. These are all empowering groups that helped me become brave and strong.

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One last word of caution. It’s ok to mattress surf once in a while but don’t live there. Get up every day, splash water on your face, brush your teeth, and get dressed. Make your bed. You’re not as likely to climb back in it if it’s made. Scrub your kitchen sink. A clean sink sets the tone for the day in my book. Even if you just move from the bed to the couch…you’ve moved. Keep moving. One step, two steps. Eventually you will be able to take a deep breath again. (Oh, that’s also a thing. Physiologically, grief causes you to sigh a lot which makes you try to take deep breaths and it’s difficult. You almost feel like you can’t get a deep enough breath. Unless you are passing out or have chest pain or prolonged irregular heartbeat or cold, clammy sweat, its nothing to be worried about. Always ask your healthcare professional if you are concerned about your health. However…this sensation disappears after some time.)

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Tincture of time. That’s how I dealt with the loss of my husband. Move forward…and pray, a lot. You may not feel Him there, but God is with your every step. He holds you in the palm of His hand and He weeps for your pain. Let Him wrap His feathers around you and take your rest there. Come back here anytime you need some support. You may send me private messages at any time and I will get back to you as soon as I can. Prayers for comfort and strength, dear one. This is a club we didn’t ask to join. You will learn how to perform magic like tap dancing around that husband-sized hole in your heart without falling in…every…damn…time.

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Grief comes in waves. At first it knocks you down. Eventually you learn to expect the waves and you can lean in and keep your footing without drowning. It’s almost five years since my loss and I have built a new life. I have expanded my social circle and have learned many new skills. And…much to my amazement…I have found love again and it is so sweet and rich. Mostly because now I have a thorough understanding of just what I lost and how incredibly precious life and love are.

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We all know someone who suffers a loss. We don’t always know how to help or what to say. May I suggest bookmarking this page and share it when appropriate? Share it with everyone you know because someone knows someone who is hurting. Let’s make this the year we reach out to widows and widowers and offer them whatever comfort and support we can. ❤️

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“Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.”\n‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭13:16‬ ‭ESV

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We went to the farm yesterday. On our way there, Mr. Fixit pointed out the two little burros huddling in a shed, trying to keep warm in the frigid 9 degree air. Seeing the little burros, my mind immediately went soaring back forty years to one of the favorite periods of my life. When I met Hubby #2, he was a Physical Therapist who worked across the hall from me. I was the X-Ray Tech for a small rehabilitation hospital in downtown Denver. He was also finishing some pre-med classes at CU Boulder in preparation for applying to medical school. We were young and in love and poor as church mice. Daughter #1 was three years old. We had no money so we were adept at finding activities that were free, or nearly so. It was cool to be poor struggling students.

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It was the late ‘70s. Trivial Pursuit was HOT and we played it a lot. H#2 told me about the Trivia Bowl that was held annually at UC Boulder. It was free, it was close, and it was fun. It was held in a large room. Two teams sat at tables on a makeshift stage and the audience stood shoulder to shoulder around a packed room…a rowdy crowd. I don’t remember a lot about that night. After all, it was forty years ago. But I do remember one team was called “Ramona and Her Pet Burro, Bob”. How could you forget that, right? I also remember one of the questions was,…”What were the tail numbers on Sky King’s plane?” What??? I knew I was witnessing trivia royalty when one young student slammed his hand down on the buzzer in a fraction of a second and shouted out…”N5348A!” You’re kidding! Ok, I Googled it just now…but I was in awe back then. Who remembers stuff like that?

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My memory isn’t what it used to be. You don’t get to Medicare age without losing a little something. It’s been made worse by grief and the head injury I suffered in February didn’t help matters. I’ll bet memory loss…or, “grief brain”…is the subject I address most often with those who have recently lost a loved one. I remember I thought I was going crazy or something was wrong with me when I couldn’t keep track of anything in the first couple of years after losing Mr. Virgo. I made lists and then couldn’t remember where I put them. Or my notes seemed cryptic and made no sense when I revisited them. It was a scary time. Will my memory come back? Will it get worse? What is wrong with me?

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I don’t remember who told me about grief brain (see???) but I do very much recall the overwhelming sense of relief I felt knowing it wasn’t just me. That’s when I knew for sure I needed to write this blog. Because not everyone has someone to mentor them and while I wasn’t far enough along to actually BE a mentor, I could share what I was learning and feeling along the way. One of the greatest gifts you are given from grief comes when you turn around and offer a hand to someone who is further back the road than you are. It is the price we pay for the grace we receive during our own grief journey.

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Memory…its a slippery sucker. I still will get a brilliant flash of an idea for a post that I just know will resonate with someone…and if I don’t write it down, or make some sort of correlation in my mind to remember it later, it’s gone. That is probably the single most frustrating thing I face when I write. I still have a hard time making myself write down ideas because I swear I’ll be able to remember. It’s aggravating. The tool that helps me most is the “Note” app on my phone. I can jot ideas down and when I hit a lean period and have trouble coming up with a topic, I go into my list and find something that is currently applicable. It’s not like it used to be. It never will be. But it works for the most part.

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Just knowing you aren’t alone in this is often all you need to relax into the flow and be present with your feelings. No matter how difficult your struggle, God is always there with you whether you feel Him or not. Knowing that can bring enormous comfort. ❤️

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“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.””\n‭‭Joshua‬ ‭1:9‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I love when the calendar turns to a new year. The slate is wiped clean and you can start fresh…a great big do over. Never was this more impactful to me personally than January 1, 2014. It was the first New Year’s Day after losing Mr. Virgo. Somehow, I had it in my head that if I could just say “My husband died last year” it would somehow make the loss easier. It didn’t. Not by a long shot.

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I had, in my crazed grief-stricken brain, thought it would be a good idea to start dating someone…just five months after my sweet husband died. Holy Mother of God…what was I thinking??? In my defense…I wasn’t thinking. That first year…well, really the first two years…I wasn’t sane. Not in a conventional definition of the word anyway. I did some things right, but my thinking was just off. My decision making skills were lacking. Thank God time and lots of prayer and introspection have brought me to this new place…this new life.

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Now when I look at the New Year, I contemplate where I’ve been, what I’ve done, and formulate new goals. I don’t make resolutions. I’ve never kept a resolution in my life. But I do come up with a focus word. The word for 2017 was “Reach”. I think I lived up to that. I launched a new website. I spoke to several groups. I was interviewed on several podcasts and publications. I had a branded series developed for me called “Getting Bolder” on the Sisters on the Fly website. I continued to write an essay every day here. I traveled to Florida twice, the Outer Banks, Tennessee, and Colorado. I camped and/or had outings with the Girl Campers and Sisters on the Fly several times. I continued working on my social media platform to improve my chances of selling this book I’ve got basically written. And…I introduced you to Mr. FixIt. It’s been a really big year and I reached about as far as I could!

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So, now I need a new word for the new year. There are so many things I want to practice in the coming year. Patience. I am not a patient person. Compassion. I try, but I am not always successful practicing compassion with people who try my patience. Love. I want to feel my Heavenly Father’s love and involvement in everything I do so that I might feel that same love toward everyone…including those to whom I want to show compassion because they have tried my patience. You see where I’m going with this? You might think I’m going to choose the word “Patience” to meditate on this year, but you’d be wrong. I learned a long time ago not to pray for patience because when I do, God gives me every single little opportunity to practice it and I just don’t have it in me to be that challenged anymore. No, I have a different word in mind.

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My choice? Presence.

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If I am present in all I do, I am here to show up and do what is needed. If I am present…I feel God’s love. If I am present…I can actively choose to love others as Jesus loves me. If I feel God’s love, and actively choose to love others the way Jesus loves me, in every interaction I have…everything gets better. My relationships with family and friends are bound to improve. My interactions with others…even complete strangers…can only improve when I exemplify the kind of love Jesus has for me.

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How do you remain present in today’s hectic world? To achieve the kind of presence I am looking for, I need to start every day with a connection to the Source. I need to reach for His Word first…before Facebook. Before the news and weather. Even before Mr. FixIt. It doesn’t take much. Five minutes. Five minutes first thing every morning, before anything else, I will seek His face and feel His love for me. I will invite Him to come into my day…into my world…and walk with me. It’s no different than asking any other loved one to go for a walk with me. But the benefits are undeniably higher.

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That’s my word. Presence. Feel every moment. Focus on God’s love. Bring His Love and Light into every aspect of my life. I can’t help but shine! ❤️

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“After looking at the way things are on this earth, here’s what I’ve decided is the best way to live: Take care of yourself, have a good time, and make the most of whatever job you have for as long as God gives you life. And that’s about it. That’s the human lot. Yes, we should make the most of what God gives, both the bounty and the capacity to enjoy it, accepting what’s given and delighting in the work. It’s God’s gift! God deals out joy in the present, the now. It’s useless to brood over how long we might live.”\n‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭5:18-20‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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They weren’t much more than kids when they met. I remember the first time I met my cousin Tommy’s girlfriend, Suzy. I had such a crush on Tommy in his Navy whites. And Suzy was as sweet as they come. She’s been around as long as I can remember.

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I’ve told you about Tommy. He has mesothelioma. There is no cure. And up until the last few years, there really wasn’t much to even offer people in the way of treatment. But they did their homework and took Tommy to the doc who wrote the book on Meso and as a result, he has had two really good years he may not have had before.

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The treatments Tom has received are not without side effects. The toxic meds have all but killed his kidneys. They have exhausted treatment after treatment yet, thanks to generous donations and scientific breakthroughs, more and more treatments become available. Maybe someday, they will find a cure. Because…you know. Cancer sucks.

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Tommy faces his illness and death with a positive attitude and a great deal of courage. They haven’t been afraid to “start the conversation”. They talk about death and his design…how does he want his story to end when he gets to the last chapter. Suzy is brave and strong. Their love knows no bounds as they recently celebrated their 56th wedding anniversary.

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This year, Tommy wanted to give his “best girl” a gift that would knock her socks off. He wanted something so deeply meaningful that she would cherish it forever. Their daughter videotaped the moment for posterity. Suzy opened her gift ever so slowly. Indoor/outdoor slippers. (laughter) Then someone points out there’s something inside. Suzy looks closer and there it is…a small box tucked into one slipper.

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“You stinker,” she gently chided this man she’s known forever.

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She goes on to open the second gift when a puzzled look comes across her face. She turns to Tom and says, “For us?” She thought they were a matching set of rings. She looks again and finally can see…they are earrings. Someone off camera says…”Look at the ring.”

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Suzy is still puzzled then Tommy holds up his left hand and she can see he is no longer wearing his wedding band.

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“No!” she cried. “No! Not your ring!” You can see she is instantly devastated. Until Tommy bends toward her and shows her that he has had the date of their wedding engraved on the back. At this point, The enormity of this selfless gift suddenly hits Suzy and she puts her face in her hand and cries.

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This is a sweet, personal moment between two wonderful people who love each other without limits. No disease…no cancer…not even death will truly separate these two. I asked for permission to share their story here. For one reason, I love them both so much. Second, I wanted to stress the importance of having “the conversation”, and three…I wanted to give you an idea what to do with his/her ring. Earrings made from a ring that has been cut in half would make a wonderful remembrance.

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We don’t know the future. It’s not a matter of if, you know. It’s…when. We pray for a cure. We pray for new medicines. We pray for good quality of life. Time. We pray for time. Lots and lots. Oodles of time. We will love our loved ones like it’s our last day on earth…or theirs. And we will hold fast to the tokens of love like there’s no tomorrow. ❤️

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www.facebook.com/melissa.a…

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“Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2:4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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One of the all time BEST things about Mr. FixIt is this…he LOVES to have guests over as much as I do. I know it’s hart for you to believe but…I love to talk with people and learn about them and visit and tell stories. We had dinner guests three times this week. What a blessing it is to share a table with friends and family.

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We started with an appetizer of baked brie en croute with fig jam. It sounds like something complicated but it wasn’t. I bought it at Sam’s, baked it at 375 for 20 minutes. Done!

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Our dinner guests brought salad and I served it with hot rolls and an aioli of crushed herbs, salt, pepper, more of that wonderful Chardonnay Garlic infused olive oil drizzled over top, and a small pool of both Mango pulp and Blueberry vinegar. Yummmmm!

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For the main course, I roasted two chickens. I did something completely different. I stuffed them with whole garlic cloves, quartered onions, and wedges of lemon. I trussed them up with kitchen twine, rubbed the sling with Chardonnay Garlic Olive Oil and sprinkled them with fresh ground pepper, ground pink Himalayan salt, more garlic, rustic herbs, and crushed rosemary. I placed a parking rack in a roasting pan and baked them at 350 for a little over 2 hours. OMGosh! When I cut into that chicken and the aroma of lemon and garlic hit the air? Wowza! It was awesome.

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I accompanied the meal with fresh steamed broccoli with mashed potatoes and gravy (Sam’s ready made Yukon Gold Mashed Potatoes and Teay’s Valley Cream gravy made this part of the prep fast and easy.)

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Dessert was homemade Gluten Free Bread Pudding with a dollop of French Vanilla Ice Cream. It was pretty heavenly!

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Served with a Pinot Noir or my personal favorite, Fré dealcoholized wine, this was a meal fit for royalty. And it really wasn’t that difficult, or expensive, to throw together.

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Here’s the recipe for the dessert. Bon Appetit!

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Gluten Free Bread Pudding

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6-8 slices of stale gluten free bread, cubed\n4 eggs\n2 cups milk\n3 tablespoons Splenda blend brown sugar\n1/2 c. Stevia for baking\n1/2 tsp. Cinnamon\n1/4 tsp. Apple Pie Spice\n1 tsp Vanilla\n1/2 tsp salt\n3-4 big handfuls of raisins\nAbout 2/3 c. chopped pecan4 T. butter, melted

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Cube bread and place in prepared baking dish. In this case, I used an 8” iron skillet sprayed with Baker’s Joy.

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Add raisins and pecans.

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Mix the rest of the ingredients and pour over bread. Using a fork, press the cubed bread down into the egg mixture to moisten it thoroughly. Drizzle the melted butter over the top. Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven till the top begins to brown and the filling is springy to the touch. Serve warm with ice cream.

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❤️

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“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”\n‭‭Revelation‬ ‭3:20‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I love doTerra products. I especially love their LifePak vitamins and use them, along with a cannabis ointment to control the crippling plantar-palmar psoriasis I got after Mr. Virgo died. When I purchase these vitamins, I get reward points that I can redeem for free oils or other products. I didn’t realize just how many points I had until a couple of weeks ago. So, I had a grand time ordering bunches of stuff!

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I received a notice in the mail just before Christmas that my box had arrived but it wouldn’t fit in the mailbox. I’m not sure why they didn’t deliver it to the door. We were home and could have received it, but it was during the Christmas rush so I am sure the mail carrier was overwhelmed. I went to the Post Office Tuesday and picked up my package. It was like a late Christmas gift to myself!

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Yesterday, I received three more boxes. In those boxes were three bottles of shampoo and two more Copaiba oils. I looked back at the emailed order confirmation and I had only ordered one shampoo and one Copaiba, among other things. That is when I also noticed that I didn’t receive one of the items on the original order.

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I contacted customer service via the chat app on doTerra’s website. I spoke with Jakob and explained the situation. He said he would be happy to send out the missing item right away and email me a label to ship back the duplicate items. He offered to award me 10 bonus points for my inconvenience. In the course of the conversation, I told him I could have just kept the extras but that wouldn’t have been the honest thing to do. He came back and said he appreciated customers like me and he was going to add 20 bonus points instead of 10! That is free product in my mailbox…all for being nice.

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I began this blog five years ago. I have written an essay nearly every day, covering a wide range of topics from my grief at losing Mr. Virgo to camping in the wilderness of Colorado to living on the family farm. I’ve talked about childhood memories, recipes, farm cats, and family. I’ve touched on sensitive subjects like depression, anxiety, sexual abuse, and even came close to the third rail of politics…at least in the sense of trying to get along. I’ve talked about God and my faith and the importance of being good for goodness’ sake. In all that time, I can count on one hand the times I’ve had someone post something negative to me here. Do you know how rare that is in this business? The internet lets the bars down for rudeness because our interactions are not face-to-face. This emboldens some people to bring out the ugly side of humanity.

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I cannot tell you how much I appreciate you all…every single one of you. You meet me in this space and we have mutual respect and caring. There have been times when I have considered quitting. There have been times when it has become overwhelming and I have had trouble finding my voice. There are times when I feel perhaps I have said everything there is to say. It got better when I reached the point that I could lay down the burden of my grief and I realized I didn’t have to talk, or write, about it all the time. And, every time I’ve thought of stopping, I get feedback from you. Someone says, “You were speaking to me today.” or “This spoke to my heart this morning.” That’s when I realize…I’m not done. God is still using me to deliver the hope and encouragement only He can give. I ask Him for the words. He gives them to me freely. He will tell me if it’s time to quit.

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So, I’ll be here every morning as you have your cup of coffee, or every afternoon when you take a break, or every evening when you stop and catch up with what’s been going on with everyone. I pray you find hope and joy and peace here. I hope you see the goodness in my life comes straight from God and it brings you closer to Him. Your “likes” and your “shares” and your comments bring His word to a greater and greater audience. We all spread Light and Hope and Joy when we share Him with others.

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Thank you…for being here, for listening, for loving on me. Thank you for another year’s journey. Thank you for the many, many blessings you bring me. It is an honor to be invited into your hearts and lives every day and I do not take that lightly. Thank you for letting me be…well, ME! I am richly blessed. ❤️

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“The one who offers thanksgiving as his sacrifice glorifies me; to one who orders his way rightly I will show the salvation of God!"”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭50:23‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Yesterday was a much better day. It still amazes me how quickly things shift for me since losing Mr. Virgo. Yes, it’s been nearly five years since he died. Yes, I am in a wonderful, fulfilling relationship. But am I the same as I was before the loss? No…not by a long shot. Is every aspect of that a bad thing? The loss…yes. The grief has been incredibly difficult. But the peace and personal growth I have grasped between the waves is nothing short of miraculous.

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I spent some time at the farm, soaking in the quiet winter sounds. Then came here to a quiet house. Mr. FixIt was off running errands so I curled up on the sofa, wrapped in the warmth of my fur throw made from the coat Mr. Virgo gave me our first married Christmas. The fire was going. The tree was lit. The soft scented candle I got for Christmas filled the air with the sweetness of apples and cinnamon. I asked Alexa to play the Zen Garden station on Amazon Music. The sun outside the window glittered on the new fallen snow. A cardinal sang in the brush next to the house. A cup of tea sat at my side. The freedom and peace was palpable.

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Again, in my ever hopeful way, I stared out the window…searching the barren landscape for the beauty of winter. It’s difficult for me. I’m a summer girl. I let my eyes move across the the hill to the road and over to the meadow. I love it here. There’s five acres of flat land out there. I let my mind wander to past dreams. I’ve always wanted a place where I could hold retreats for artists, writers, craftspeople. A place where my Sisters and Girl Camper friends could bring their trailers and circle around a campfire. The big pole building out back is the perfect size for barn sales and dances. I let my eyes move on. There’s a pool between the building and the house. I smiled. Pool parties, family gatherings, barbecues. I have plenty of things to look forward to in the coming months.

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I am also reminded of the term “hygge”. Originating in Scandinavia, the term means “simple, cozy pleasures, gratefulness, focusing on a better quality of life, taking pleasure in the presence in the gentle, an appreciation of the simple things in life, soothing things, a practical way of creating sanctuary, a place to restore and revive in the middle of very real life, evoking feelings of comfort” according to a recent article by Jan Zimmer, (Port Huron, Mich.) of the Times Herald. This will be my focus for the coming months. I will embrace the sunshine when it comes. I will listen for the song of the winter birds. I will sample teas and read and commune with my love. And, I will enjoy this end of the pendulum’s swing while I have it. ❤️

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“…his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭30:5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I’ve had opulent Christmases where opening presents was a long, drawn out affair. And, I’ve had lean Christmases where money was scarce. I’ve seldom had a Christmas where we just intentionally bought each other a small gift so we could do something else…in this case, put new carpet in the family room that we recently painted. I have to tell you, it felt good to not have to worry about shopping, wrapping, paying for, and storing more “stuff” while still having a small token to enjoy.

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I gave Mr. FixIt a nice weather station that records wind speed and direction, rainfall, temperature and humidity. It’s connected to the WiFi so we can check our weather at home wherever we are through an app on the phone. Kind of fun!

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I got a much needed cushion for my banker’s chair and a book commemorating the Centennial of our high school. We had a big breakfast, watched movies, and went for a long drive to look at Christmas lights. Perfect!

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And now, Christmas is over for another year. We’ll still have a week of festivities surrounding New Year’s, and then we have that long stretch of cold, grey winter. That’s what does me in. I love the cold and snow…at Christmas. Then I’m ready for March. It’s better now that Mr. FixIt is in the picture. He brings a welcome distraction. I remember the first winter or two after Mr. Virgo died were absolutely miserably long! I think Christmas lights should be left up till at least the end of February to bring light and joy into the night!

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We are planning a lot of activities to pass the time till warm weather returns. Hand therapy will take some time. Dinner parties, crafting weekends with the girls, sewing projects. I want to teach Mr. FixIt’s daughter how to knit. Maybe his granddaughters would like to learn, too. There are projects inside that need doing…stripping wallpaper and painting, replacing the backsplash and countertops in the kitchen, replacing some doors and baseboards. Lots to keep us busy.

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This is my new life. I still sometimes sit in awe that I have been blessed with another opportunity to love, another family to cherish, another home to care for. It seems surreal after so much loss, so much pain. I swore I would never do this again. Oh….but, I’m SO glad I did. I wouldn’t have missed this for anything! What a blessing this is! ❤️

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“Better a little with the fear of the Lord than great wealth with turmoil.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭15:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Wishing you Peace and Love…today and always!

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Love, Ginny

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He held three beautiful children on his lap that afternoon in the mall. Three shining faces, looking up at him in rapt attention, their eyes glittering in awe. He’d done this many times over the years…listening to the repeated requests for dolls, trucks, maybe a baby brother or sister once in awhile. It never got old with him. He was born to be Santa!

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As the children got up one by one and gave the jolly man a hug, they smiled into the camera for that “Christmas Card shot” and he sent them on their way with a candy cane and a wave. He looked around and saw the line had finally thinned and he could take a much needed break. That’s when he saw her.

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A woman stood alone, a fair distance away, but not so far that he missed her tears. Their eyes met and he held her gaze for a few moments.

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“What’s this?” he thought. “Something’s up.”

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The cocked his head to the side, and without looking away, he moved slightly to his left in the chair, and patted the seat beside him. The woman looked a little startled, as though she might turn and run. But, he softened his shoulders, softened his eyes, and patted again.

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The woman gripped the wad of Kleenex in her hand, took a deep breath, and moved cautiously forward. At first, she sat on the stool at his feet with her eyes cast down. She didn’t say a word. He bent forward and whispered.

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“Please, sit here. Come up here where I can talk to you.”

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The woman dutifully got up and moved to the seat beside him. He could tell she was visibly distraught and he didn’t want to rush her. There was no one in the line and the mall had hit the mid afternoon slump.

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The woman began to whisper and he had to lean in close to hear her.

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“I lost my husband.” she said. “I need a new heart.” At this point, she burst into tears. He put his arm around her. He pulled her close in to his side and whispered.

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“I am so sorry.” There wasn’t much more he could say to that.

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The woman struggled and managed to choke out the words. She had lost her husband to a sudden heart attack as they were standing in a travel trailer, picking out one to take them on adventures in retirement. And then he was just gone. She didn’t know how she was going to live without him. It broke his heart.

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After a while, the woman regained her composure and apologized.

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“Oh, I’m so sorry. I must look a fright!” she said.

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“You’re perfect.” he whispered as he handed her another Kleenex and they smiled at each other. She got up to leave.

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“Will you have your picture taken with me?” he asked.

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“Really? I’d love to.” she replied.

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As the “elf” handed her the photo, she looked at it and her lip quivered ever so slightly.

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“Thank you for stopping.” he said.

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“Thank you for being real.” she whispered back.

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It’s been five Christmases since I met my Santa. Every year, I send him my letter, telling him what I’ve done this year…things I’ve accomplished, things I still need to do. And I thank him. For being so kind to a grieving widow suffering through her very first Christmas without her love. Santa writes back and tells me his life was forever changed that day and he is so happy to see me doing better every year.

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It’s going to be a big letter this year! I get to tell him about Mr. FixIt and how much bigger my family is now after adding 12 more people to it…including a new great granddaughter! I get to tell him about our travels and how we got to spend time with my Colorado family this year and how much I miss them at Christmas.

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I think I taught him a lot that year. I taught him just how difficult it is that first year without your love. The second was probably worse. At least, it was for me. If you are struggling with the loss of your loved one, do be gentle with yourself. This is such a fragile time of year. I’m here to say…with time, prayer, hard work, and perseverance, life can get better again. Joy cometh in the morning, the Bible says. And, it does.

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Oh, and just in case you’re wondering…Santa IS real. And…he is my friend. ❤️

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Dear Santa…

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“May the Lord repay you for what you have done. May you be richly rewarded by the Lord, the God of Israel, under whose wings you have come to take refuge.””\n‭‭Ruth‬ ‭2:12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Love,

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Ginny

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If you look at the photo on the left, you see a healthy young owl. You also see a bird from the Arctic that knows nothing about roads. Here it sits in the middle of Emerson Avenue…a busy two lane blacktop north of Parkersburg.

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The photo on the right shows the same bird but notice his right wing. It’s now much lower and the bird is remarkably thinner. My birder friend, Julie Zickefoose, surmised it had been injured in some way in the two weeks between pictures and could no longer hunt properly. It turns out, she was correct. Someone came forward this week to say he had hit this snowy owl up on Emerson Avenue when it swooped down in front of him. Mystery solved.

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People continued to encroach on the owl’s personal space, interrupting its sleep and stressing it out with their closeup selfies even after being warned away. A decision was made and the owl was rescued by the Avian Conservation Center of Appalachia for rehab.

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I’m glad the bird has half a chance to survive. I have no idea what the future will be for this magnificent creature, but at least uninformed locals aren’t trying to throw a coat over it and stuff it in a box. ❤️

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UPDATE: Injured owl in Vienna rescued by Avian Conservation Center http://www.thenewscenter.tv/content/news/Arctic-Snowy-Owl-visits-Vienna-465065953.html

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“The righteous care for the needs of their animals, but the kindest acts of the wicked are cruel.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭12:10‬ NIV

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I remember going caroling as a young girl. A group of my friends and I would gather and roam the neighborhood, ringing doorbells then singing carols to the family who answered. Of course they were home. It was just after dinner time…families were always home at dinner time.

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I loved Christmas when I lived in England. Steeped in such old world traditions, carolers there literally looked as though they had just stepped from the pages of a Charles Dickens novel. Wassail is both a greeting and a drink. Traditional wassail is a complicated affair that includes eggs. This recipe is more like what we call spiced, or mulled, cider. Victorians carried a bowl of wassail out into the street and sold cupfuls for pennies. A bit of toasted bread was placed on top. Hence, the expression…”Let’s have a toast!” when you raise your glass.

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Wassail, or spiced cider, or mulled wine…all conjure up Currier and Ives scenes of horse-drawn sleighs, women in capes and muffs, men in top hats, snow gently falling. Sleigh bells jingling with the rhythm of the horse’s gait. The last scene of one of my favorite movies, White Christmas, shows this very picture as they throw open wide the doors behind the stage.

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I doubt we will have a white Christmas this year in West Virginia. But we WILL be having “The First Annual FixIt Family Holiday Extravaganza” on Saturday. This will consist of the WVU Basketball game, hors d’oeuvres, opening presents, and eating a big pot of chili with homemade cinnamon rolls for supper. I’m over my cold, thank you God! (Zicam is my secret weapon…reduces a two-week ordeal to three days!) I didn’t go to Colorado this year…for a number of reasons. Mainly because Mr. FixIt had hand reconstruction surgery two weeks ago and couldn’t do much of anything. He’s doing really well…thank you for your prayers. He went to get the stitches removed but it’s not quite healed up enough for that so he’ll go back next week.

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What are some of your favorite family holiday traditions? I’d love to hear them! And, if you have a recipe you’d like to share, please do. ❤️

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“Now I commend you because you remember me in everything and maintain the traditions even as I delivered them to you.”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭11:2‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I really love living out in the country. It’s peaceful. There’s lots of wildlife. It’s a slower life. I like life slow. I don’t like slow internet, however. Being a writer is a beautiful thing…until I’m standing with my cell phone over my head waving it around like a dead chicken, trying to get just…one…more…bar. It can be maddening.

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Many of the images I use in my posts are really large…especially since I got my new iPhone. Great camera equals great pictures. Great pictures equals larger file size. That presents two problems. One, Wordpress only accepts files up to a certain size. Two, internet in the country is powered by two squirrels and a possum! It sometimes takes multiple attempts to get a photo or meme down to an acceptable size. That takes time and patience.

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I went to the only office supply store in our little corner of the world and asked what I could do to make our internet work at the far end of the house where I write. We tried a booster. That didn’t work. We tried a repeater. That didn’t work either. Finally, I got the manager and he gave me a lesson in how WiFi works.

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WiFi, it turns out, is pretty much like your water system. If you have one faucet in your house, every last bit of water pressure is going to send that water out like Old Faithful. However, if you have every faucet in the house turned on, the dishwasher running, a couple of showers, and someone flushes? You’ll be lucky to get a dribble. When we first got WiFi in our houses, we had a desktop computer, and maybe a laptop. Now we have, in this house alone, two iPhones, an iPad, Alexa, a laptop, two computers and a smart TV. It isn’t any wonder we can’t get everything to run well.

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As I was driving home from the store after that enlightening conversation, I thought about how my faith journey can be so much like that WiFi. When it’s just me and God, the signal is loud and clear. I feel His presence. I hear His Holy Spirit in my heart. I connect. But when I start plugging in device after device, my connection gets spotty. I start dropping calls. It is not good to keep God on hold. When I have too many “devices” plugged in, like we all do at the holidays, something has to go. And the first thing that went was my health. I caught a cold. I haven’t had a full fledged cold in a really long time. I mean a knock-you-down-and-drag-your-sorry-butt-to-bed kind of cold. This is that kind of cold, darn it.

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The good news is, colds are finite. You’re miserable for a few days and it gets better. I’ll be fine by Christmas. But, it IS a reminder to unplug some of those “devices” and spend some one-on-one time with God so my signal is clearer. ❤️

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“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”\n‭‭Revelation‬ ‭3:20‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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These dishes! Man, do these take me back. When I lived at home, I set the table every night with these dishes for as far back as I can remember. I know the Golden Wheat pattern by Homer Laughlin came from boxes of Duz Detergent. The green pattern was also from Homer Laughlin and was called Pastoral. It came in boxes of Mother’s Oats. Mom would get gas every couple of days so she could get glasses from the service stations. And the only “china” she ever owned came from the Kroger Store. I had a set as well. I had some white teacups with a gold rim on them that came from my grandma. She saved them and kept them nice to use at her and Pop-Pop’s Golden 50th, but he passed away two months before their anniversary. I can’t remember but I might have given them to my cousin so she would have some precious family keepsakes.

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As you probably experienced in your home, it was difficult to get an entire set of dishes of one type before they went on with a new pattern, so our dinner tables were often set with a mish mosh of mismatched dishes and glasses. There were often hand-me-downs and “heirlooms” mixed it. And then, of course, there was Melmac and Melamine. Those came in handy when there were active kids in the family.

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Mom bought her first real set of new dishes when she came to visit me when I lived in England. We went to market in Newbury twice a week. There were vendors there selling everything from yard goods to blood pudding. Don’t ask. It’s gross. Anyway, mom bought what I thought were the ugliest dishes ever made but she adored them. They were brown (the first strike against them) and had a bold black and white geometric pattern around the edges. I know, they don’t SOUND that bad, but trust me…they were awful. I bought a dainty rose patterned tea set. I was predictable. Mom was the maverick. She may not have had much, but she’d gladly share whatever she had.

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This has been wonderful trip down memory lane this month. I guess it’s the holidays and missing loved ones that has be looking back with such fondness. I hope you’ve been enjoying taking a break from the news and the hectic hubbub that surrounds holiday celebrations. I’ll see what else I can come up with from the memory banks. ❤️

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““Come, everyone who thirsts, come to the waters; and he who has no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:1‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Yesterday’s post struck a sad place within my heart so I wanted to take today in a different direction, though in the end…I’m not sure I have. I’ve really loved all the reminiscing we’ve been doing this month. There were certainly Christmases that were difficult for me growing up and I don’t have good memories of them. But most of my holiday memories are all warm and fuzzy.

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I ran across this photo the other day on Pinterest. Remember aqua? Mom let me “redecorate” the living room when I was in high school. Man…that woman must have loved me to the core to let me do what I did to her house! First, we bought the aqua sofa. Then I painted the walls a lighter shade of aqua. We found a room sized remnant of a dark aqua shag rug that I put down. I found shiny drapes in the same dark aqua. We bought these blonde wood end tables, probably at Sid’s Furniture. The lamps had odd angles and big shades. The piece de resistance was a big wall clock with an atomic sunburst pattern. OMGosh! It was like living in an aquarium! Too bad we didn’t have this aqua Christmas tree. That would have been a hoot. My poor mom kept that color in her living room till the day she died some 44 years later.

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Our kitchen was so small. The walls were pale yellow. We had this same grey Formica table and chairs. The countertop was green with metal trim around the edges. Mom put up sunny yellow curtains with ruffles and it looked so cheery. The bathroom had pink fixtures. Mom let me paint and wallpaper in there sometime in the ‘80s. Remember when peach was a color you painted walls? Turquoise, peach with pink, yellow with green and grey. Lord have mercy. Mom loved it…because I did it. She wouldn’t let me change a thing. Partially because it meant she might have to get rid of stuff and I can absolutely relate to how daunting a chore that is.

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It took months to fix it all up after she passed so I could sell her house. She would have loved the changes. I think. Maybe. I loved the new look. It was hard to sell that house when I was done and I’ve regretted the decision ever since.

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I miss my mom. I miss our talks every Sunday. I miss her cool hands on my brow. I miss her calling me “Sis”. Or, Virginia Lynne if she was mad at me. I miss her naïveté to the ways of the world. I miss her big, loving heart. I miss making her laugh till she couldn’t catch her breath. I miss her spirit and her attempts at cussing. She couldn’t spit the words out. I miss her loyalty and her generosity. I miss her especially at Christmas. She used to frustrate the heck out of me, which is what moms sometimes do to their daughters, I think. But….oh my. What I wouldn’t give to spend just one more day with Wanda. ❤️

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“So also you have sorrow now, but I will see you again, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you.”\n‭‭John‬ ‭16:22‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Mr. Fixit and I have a unique relationship. Even though we have only been together a year, we share our earliest childhood memories because we grew up in the same town, at the same time. We are a little over a year apart in age, yet we graduated high school together. We have a lot of conversations that start with…”Hey, do you remember…?” That is unusual unless you’ve been with someone forever. We were in very early grade school together, then my family moved from Parkersburg up to Vienna…the next little town upriver. We joined up again in high school and became the best of friends so, we have literally known each other just shy of fifty years, even though I remember him from 1959.

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As we create this new life together, we are revisiting time-honored traditions we each enjoyed with our families growing up. Last night, we shared one of our favorites…driving around looking at Christmas lights. We started our day out going to church. Afterwards, we went to the old Dutch Pantry restaurant for lunch. Now, the Dutch Pantry opened in 1972…the year after we graduated from high school. And, much to Mr. FixIt’s disbelief, I have never eaten there. To celebrate their 45th year in business, the Dutch Pantry is serving four meal specials…at 1972 prices! We had a huge plate of melt-in-your-mouth pot roast over dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans for $2.45!!! It was SO good. Afterwards, we headed to the mall and walked around. I bought a red Christmas sweater for $11 and we went to our first movie together. When we came out, it was dark. We stopped at Rural King and bought cat food and litter, got a cold drink at McDonald’s, and headed to City Park to drive through and see the animated light displays.

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One of my most treasured childhood memories was the one night during the holidays when we piled in Dad’s Oldsmobile and drove around to see the Christmas lights. The last stop was the most special. Robert Fankhauser…Dr. Bob…brought me into this world. (Back in the days when they held the baby upside down and smacked them on the butt! Can you imagine???) Dr. Fankauser had a big house on Grand Central Avenue…the main drag through Vienna. He always decorated with elaborate displays. Painted plywood cutouts of angels and carolers and Santa and Rudolph and Elves were the standard fare. But this one year, he made a rocket ship…a nod to the space age we were in. This first photo shows that rocket ship. There was music playing over loudspeakers and everyone drove slowly by with their windows down…ooooohing and ahhhhhhing over the beautiful decorations. It was truly magical.

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I love creating new memories with this sweet man who shares so much of my past memories. It is so special and I t makes me smile. ❤️

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“I think it right, as long as I am in this body, to stir you up by way of reminder,”\n‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭1:13‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I visit this topic every year. There’s always a big hullaballoo every year about what to say when greeting others around the holidays. It seems like there are just WAY too many perceived offenses surrounding this subject. There are those offended by “Happy Holidays” or “Season’s Greetings”. There are some who are not necessarily offended by “Merry Christmas” but who wish to be more inclusive. Sometimes the debate gets heated and we forget what the whole thing is all about in the first place. Love. The kind of love that transcends all other love.

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While I was not born Jewish, I lived as a Jew for 27 years. I became Jewish for a number of reasons, but it was NOT to convert because of a marriage. I married a Jewish man, but I considered myself Jewish before I met him. When he joined a medical practice in a small town on the western slope of Colorado, we were faced with a bit of a dilemma. Everything was strictly “Merry Christmas”. Which is fine. I have no problem with that. The Christmas program included Hanukkah songs, which was great. But, it was Hanukkah songs without acknowledging Hanukkah, per se. The other children in the school weren’t taught there was anything else BUT Christmas. They thought Hanukkah was the Jewish Christmas, and it isn’t. It doesn’t have anything to do with Christmas. And, being a stickler for education, I wanted the children to learn about all the winter holidays. I wanted all the children to be included and celebrated. And to do that, it couldn’t just be about ONE holiday…as if that were the only one.

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I joined an ad hoc committee on religious sensitivity in the schools. We added books about other winter festivals and holidays to the school and public libraries. We asked for the program to be called the Winter Celebration. We were met with incredible resistance. The mayor of the little town was a former priest. He took great offense at our request. To the point that he hung a banner over the Main Street of town accusing the “heathens of trying to take Christmas away from our kids”. Personally, I really loved that man. He was kind, generous, and worked very hard for our town. He got our local representative involved. It was a real mess. We met with them. We communicated. We pleaded for our children to be included. And, as time passed…they were. We weren’t trying to take anything away from other children. We were trying to expand the scope of the holidays to embrace all children.

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I don’t feel any holiday should be diluted. Every faith has its own place in this melting pot of a country. Religious freedom is what this country was founded on. I am a great proponent of inclusivity. In the years since, I have become a Christian. My faith is very important to me. But, I have a memory. And my little girl was ostracized by her peers. She was…to her face…called a “stupid effing Jew” and that is totally unacceptable.

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So, here’s my bottom line. I do not care if you say Merry Christmas. I didn’t care when I was Jewish if you said Merry Christmas to me. You were being kind and wishing me well. What’s not to love about that? I, however, will more than likely say “Happy Holidays” to you unless I know for certain that you celebrate Christmas. Because, I am not clairvoyant. Unless you are wearing a Santa suit or elf ears, I’m not going to assume who or what you are. I will respect your human-ness. With a heartfelt holiday greeting.

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I love Christmas. And, I love Hanukkah. I am not familiar with Kwanza, but I love that there is such a holiday. For me personally, I love the story of the Nativity, of the birth of the Christ Child. And, I love all of you. I hope this season is full of love, no matter what your faith…or lack thereof. This is a dark time of year, and a dark time of the world in many ways. We all need all the Love and Light we can get…and not just in December! ❤️

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“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;”\n‭‭Lamentations‬ ‭3:22‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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The first year of widowhood, absolutely everything was totally overwhelming. I cried my way through the grocery story. I was filled with angst over making decisions as small as getting my hair cut while I easily went out on a three month trip in my little camper. Work was difficult and I made mistakes. I sat through family holidays literally biting the insides of my cheeks to keep from screaming. It was so hard.

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The second year wasn’t much better for me. Worse, in many ways. Mainly because now I was awake and aware and he was still gone. This, however, was the year I learned to say no. In the tiniest of ways. When I felt overwhelmed during the holiday celebrations, I left the room for a break. And no one made a fuss. No one got mad. No one had a hissy fit. As a matter of fact, I’m not really sure they noticed. And that emboldened me to try saying no more often.

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This is the fifth Christmas without Mr. Virgo. You would think after this long, and having a new love in my life, I’d have a handle on this whole grief thing, wouldn’t you? But, I don’t always. Take the last month, for instance. My stress level went through the roof. Mr. FixIt and I started fixing up his house. We had his family over for Thanksgiving. I’m just getting to know them and I really want things to be good. We traveled to see some of my relatives over Thanksgiving. Mr. FixIt traveled and I took care of two homes, five cats, cleaning, decorating and rearranging. Then we had pre-op visits and his surgery. I had a huge change in my health insurance and my bill went up. Not something I planned for. I need new brakes on my truck.

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I always go see the kids and grands in Colorado at Christmas. I kept putting off buying my tickets because I didn’t know how this surgery would affect Mr. FixIt. I didn’t know how long it would be till he could drive, cook, even dress himself. Everything piled up and my anxiety was through the roof. Finally, I had a talk with my daughter. I explained my situation and before I could even finish, she said, “Mom, it’s ok. You’ve got a lot on your plate and you have to do what you have to do. The kids are big enough now to understand adult stuff happens and things don’t always work out the way you planned. Don’t worry about it…it’s fine. Really.” And…just like that…the weight fell off my shoulders. I hadn’t even realized how tense I’ve been till I let go of that and sighed.

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As it turns out, it’s absolutely the right decision. Mr. FixIt’s surgery went well, but there are things we hadn’t thought of that he can’t do alone. Opening his pill bottles. Washing the dishes. Showering and dressing. I know this man. If I’m not watching, he’ll be trying to do things he should NOT be doing. I told my friend, Gail, I wasn’t going to Colorado. She said, “Family is important. But so are new relationships.”

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It’s ok to say no. It’s ok to acknowledge your limits. It’s ok to take care of yourself and not feel guilty. It’s ok not to be the perfect mother, grandmother, lover, friend, wife, sister, colleague. It’s ok to not go to that party. It’s ok to turn down that invitation to the ornament exchange party. It’s ok to back out of something you thought you could do, but when the tie came to do it it just felt too overwhelming. It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok.

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Yesterday Mr. Fixit and I hung out at the house all day in our jammies. We watched movies. We ate good food. I made homemade vegetable beef soup and hot rolls. We didn’t do a darned thing and that was ok. My stress level dropped exponentially after the surgery was over and I knew I didn’t have to scrape together enough money for a plane ticket in a week or two.

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The lesson learned here is…there’s really not much that you absolutely HAVE to do surrounding holidays. We have such great expectations and they seldom pan out the way we imagine them anyway. So, why not just give yourself a break and stop trying to create the perfect holiday? Try these things instead…

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Practice saying no once in a while.

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Make a cup of tea.

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Breathe.

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Eat a chocolate.

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Read a magazine.

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Go for a walk.

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Take a nap.

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Send a card.

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Watch your favorite movie.

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Take a bubble bath.

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Light candles in the evening.

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Call a friend.

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Draw a picture.

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Knit.

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Bake cookies.

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Watch the snow fall.

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Go for a drive.

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Donate to charity.

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Listen to music.

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Get a massage.

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Pray.

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Self care. It’s not selfish. It doesn’t have to be expensive. Reduce your holiday expectations. Just say…”No…no, thank you. I’d love to another time. Thank you so much for asking but I’m stretched so thin right now, I need to practice some self care.” Be honest. Tell the truth. Just. Say. No.

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“Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul.”\n‭‭3 John‬ ‭1:2‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I lived in England in 1973 and 1974. My first husband was in the Air Force and stationed over there. When he was transferred stateside to his next duty station, my baby and I flew to West Virginia to spend Christmas with my family. When I flew over to England, I traveled commercial. But when I came home, I flew military transport.

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There were several people from the base he was stationed at who were traveling with me. Another mother with her two little ones. Two young Airmen. We traveled for three days before I arrived…exhausted…at my mom’s house. The first day was spent driving in a small VW van to a base up north. The second day was spent waiting…waiting…waiting for a plane to be ready. Once we boarded, we sat on the tarmac for six whole hours before we took off.

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My baby was using cloth diapers, and you can well imagine, I was running out of clean ones before I got home to West Virginia. She was also drinking formula that I had to carry with me. She slept all the way across the Atlantic. I however, did not. By the time we began our final descent at Fort Dix, I was becoming really emotional. I cannot properly express how I felt when I looked out the windows of the plane and saw the American flag flying over American soil. I felt so proud…so relieved…so honored…so exhausted.

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Yesterday was Pearl Harbor Day. There are fewer and fewer people still living who were there that day or who listened to the radio broadcasts stateside. I know what I felt combing home. I can’t imagine what people who have experienced war must feel when their feel finally touch the soil of “home”. I know it’s a day late, but I would like to honor those who served…and continue to serve. Those who spend the holidays away from their loved ones so that we may enjoy the privileges we have here in this country. Thank you. God bless you and your loved one. ❤️

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“Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land. For I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you."”\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭28:15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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How many Christmas cards did you get last year? Not too many, huh? Yeah…me either. Maybe it’s because I lived on the road for a couple of years. Maybe it’s because Mr. Virgo died. Maybe it’s because the “old guard”…the older generations…are passing on. Maybe it’s because I stopped sending them. Whatever the reason, the giving and receiving of Christmas Cards seems to have fallen to the wayside with the likes of the “Thank You Note” and the “Handwritten Letter”.

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I remember it being such an honor for Mom to let me open a Christmas Card when it arrived. I slowly opened each envelope, being careful not to rip the return address. We ooohed and ahhhed over the picture on the cover marveling over the glitter or the crystals of “snow”. We read every word. We pored over the newsy letter that was enclosed in the cards of those who lived far away. These weren’t “brag letters”. These were informative bringing us up to date with the news of the year because phone calls were expensive and this may be the only way to catch up.

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My mom knew a man named Mr. Pancake. Really…that was his last name. One year, he had Christmas Cards made. They were cutouts of a pancake with a smiley face on it. Inside, it said “Merry Christmas from the Pancake House.” We kept that card forever. I think it was still in Mom’s treasures when she died. I don’t know if I kept it or not. That was my most memorable card.

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I love the photo cards that you can look back on and see how children have grown and the older folks have aged. I even love the “brag letters”. Getting a piece of mail that isn’t a bill or an advertisement is such a joy that I don’t care what’s in it or on it. I just appreciate the thought.

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I was shopping the other day and came across the Christmas Card display. I browsed through them, smiling over Santas and Snowmen and Reindeer. My heart warmed at the Nativities and The Wisemen and Angels. My fingers and hands were sparkling with glitter when I chose a small box and took it to the register. When Mr. Fixit got home from Florida, I showed him my prize. He smiled and took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll get my address book.” he said. I smiled back and said, “I’ll get mine.”

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Next, we’ll make one that is “ours”. ❤️

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“You yourselves are our letter of recommendation, written on our hearts, to be known and read by all. And you show that you are a letter from Christ delivered by us, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭3:2-3‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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It was December 4th, 2013. It had been 267 days since the love of my life died right in front of me. It was 267 largely sleepless nights. I had made myself put one foot in front of the other…day after miserable, lonely day…for 2-6-7 long $&@#%€* days. I was tired. I was broken. But I was trying.

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On this day, I went to work. It was normally an hour commute each way, but on this particular day, the skies opened up and snow started falling at an alarming rate. The further west I drove heading home, the deeper the snow became. When I finally pulled up in front of my house, there was nearly 18” of heavy, wet snow in my driveway. I slogged up the drive and got my snow shovel out. You know…the one with MY name on it…not Mr. Virgo’s. He was gone. Two-hundred-sixty-seven days of…gone.

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I shoveled for what seemed like hours. I was numb…physically and emotionally. I could hardly make a dent in the snow removal. I barely got my car in off the street when I gave up and went inside. I marched straight to our…MY…bedroom. I stood in front of the picture of Mr. Virgo and yelled at him. I screamed. I cried. I ranted and raved. He had a lot of nerve leaving me like this…with this house and this mess and this…LIFE! I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this. I was just so $&@# tired. I didn’t care if I lived or died, to be perfectly honest.

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That was a particularly dark and dreadful season in my life. There were a lot of people who helped me through that. I had support from those who loved me and from complete strangers in several widow’s support groups on Facebook. I’m only active in a couple of them now. I see myself there now as a symbol of hope, having survived the worst of it.

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The other day, one of the women in the group said “No one will ever love me like that again”. I couldn’t let her go on thinking that…believing that. I know early on…I couldn’t imagine loving again. If for no other reason than I was sure another loss like that would surely kill me. Then time passed, wounds scarred over, and color started to filter back into my life. I started to think…maybe I COULD do this again. I prayed a lot about it and asked God to place a worthy man right in front of me. And…He did.

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I wanted this woman to know…your heart can beat again. You can open it up. You can give and receive love. It’s been almost five years since my world fell apart. And, while this man is so different than my late husband, he loves me “like that”. I feel the same joy true love brings. I feel the same hope, warmth, trust. This one is far more passionate…partially because I’m acutely aware of what I lost and I find this so precious. Which brings me to the biggest difference. Fear. When my husband was alive and I used to have the fleeting thought…”What if he died?” I had absolutely zero understanding of what devastation that loss would bring. Now, I know exactly what that loss brought to me. I still don’t know what losing this man would be like, but I have a $&@# good idea. I try to keep the wolves at bay and live in the moment, but they’re always howling in the woods somewhere.

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God did not create in us a spirit of fear but a spirit of power and love and self-control. 2 Timothy 1:7 is one of my go-to verses when I’m feeling weak and out of control. Mr. FixIt is having some reconstruction surgery on his hand Thursday. Even though I worked most of my career in medicine and was married to a physician for two decades, since losing Mr. Virgo,  I don’t handle medical situations very well…especially when it involves someone I love. I read 2 Timothy, and asked a friend to come join me at the hospital for coffee and a chance to catch up. I know it’s not a huge invasive surgery, but I know things can happen. This man loves me…”like that”. I will do my very best to support him in whatever comes our way because…I love him “like that”, too. ❤️

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“for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”\n‭‭2 Timothy‬ ‭1:7‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Mr. FixIt came home yesterday! happy dance Doggone it…we really miss each other when we are apart. I always say, “But, I still need my space. I have to have time to recharge!” And I do. About four days and I’m good. After that, I’m ready to see that happy smile on Mr. FixIt’s face. It is a good thing to miss your love when you’re apart. It means you’ve got it goin’ on, right?

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I worked like a little bee while he was gone. I did some rearranging and cleaning and decorating and nested like a woman about to deliver. (Thank God THAT’S not happening anymore!) I didn’t want to post pictures while he was gone because he reads my posts every day (didn’t I say he was sweet?) and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise when he walked in the door. I have to say, the look on his face was worth all the work. I literally finished minutes before he pulled into the drive!

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Really, the only room we’ve done any work on has been the family room. Some paint, a new desk and chair, editing what was in there, and adding some of my special things, and it’s a whole new room for very little outlay. There’s more to do, but it’s really lovely now and it reflects US! This picture is the corner where I set up my desk and chair. I love how the desk closes up, hiding any “office clutter”. The raven on the top is an old orchard decoy I bought thirty years ago. The heron lamp belongs to Mr. FixIt. The quilt was a wedding gift to Mr. Virgo and me from a friend. It hung in the breakfast nook at my home in Colorado. The sign on the top says “Once in awhile, in an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale.” I bought that to put in my camper as a remembrance of the love I had with Mr. Virgo. And now, it’s doing double duty because I get to live another fairytale!

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I’ll share bits and pieces of my decorating as we go along but I have to maintain Mr. FixIt’s privacy as well. Bless his heart, he signed on for a heck of a ride when he asked me out for lunch a year or so ago. He’s never said a word about showing up in my posts, but I want to respect his boundaries at the same time.

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The house is decorated for Christmas and this week is jam-packed busy with appointments. I hope you are enjoying your early holiday preparations. If you are experiencing your first (or second, or tenth….doesn’t matter) holiday without your loved one and you’re really missing your person, I hope you are practicing good self care. Reach out here if you need extra support. There are a lot of us here who have been through similar losses and we’re here to help as we can. ❤️

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“…I found the one my heart loves.”\n‭‭Song of Songs‬ ‭3:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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When Daughter #2 was born, I had the luxury of being a stay-at-home mom. Her sister, and only sibling, turned sixteen and got her driver’s license just a few months after she was born. So, I had a lot of time on my hands to devote to the baby. I knew this would be my last child so I read all the parenting books and nurtured her learning from the get go. As a matter of fact, I placed headphones on my tummy and played Mozart and Beethoven to her in utero. Yes, I was “one of THOSE” moms.

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Daughter #2 was precocious. She could READ the alphabet at seventeen months. She knew the names of all her body parts, by their anatomical terms. She spoke complete sentences early. She was a beast! Fierce. Determined. Focused. I had flash cards on the wall by the changing table. We would talk about what it was and what it meant and how you spell it and how you pronounce it.

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Because of all this exposure to knowledge, this baby was powerfully curious. She pointed at everything and wanted to know what it was, how it worked, and what you used it for. One afternoon, I caught her staring intently at something from her high chair. I followed her gaze. She was looking at the dimmer switch. Soon she looked at me and asked “Whassat?” It was her FAVORITE question! She asked it hundreds of times a day.

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I explained to her that it was a dimmer switch, but the thing that makes it work is called a rheostat. I took her outside and showed her the electric lines coming into the house. I told her about electricity. And I told her how a rheostat slows down or speeds up the waves in the electricity and that changes the light from dim to bright to dim at will. After that, wherever we went, she demanded to know if our host or hostess had a rheostat. My friends rolled their eyes at me. “Would you let her be a kid, for crying out loud?” I should have, probably. My daughter struggled because the other kids just didn’t “get” her. She had trouble relating to kids her own age. She’s turned out fine…it just wasn’t easy for her.

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Life can be like a rheostat. We can turn up the frequency and shine light out into the world. Or we can turn it down and sit in the dark. There’s something really cool about the light, though. Darkness cannot overcome the light. Only light can overcome darkness. Keep shining your light out into the world. Keep the darkness at bay. Constantly tell the enemy he is not welcome here. Show him your light. Tell him Who you get that light from. Send him packing. Remember your rheostat when you feel down…and turn it up! ❤️

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“When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.””\n‭‭John‬ ‭8:12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I have been on such a nostalgia kick lately! Here’s one I know you all will remember and you probably had (still have!) one of these bad boys. My mom had one that she made in a ceramics class. As a matter of fact, I think I might have made one somewhere along the way. I seem to remember painting on the glaze that puffed up like snow and gluing the little ornaments in the holes. Wow…that’s like opening the top of your head and reaching WAY back in the memory banks!

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Mom got to the point where this was the extent of her holiday decorating. When Christmas was over, she dusted off the “tree”, put a dry cleaning bag over it, and took it back upstairs to the attic till the next year. I found it up there after she died. It’s one of the things I saved when I cleared out her house. And, unfortunately, it’s one of the only things that broke during one of my many moves over the years. It made me so sad.

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I was rummaging around in the upstairs of the cellar house the other day and ran across one of these in a box up there. I need to get it out and set it up on the dining room table. My aunt used to put it out when she lived there.

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I was wandering around the mall yesterday and was thinking of more things we used to get at Christmas. Remember those round bath oil beads? They were jewel-toned, came in about four or five scents, and often were in a tube with a plastic crook on the end to look like a candy cane. You put on in your bath and the hot water would melt the gelatin bead and the oil would come out into the water. Only, who could resist picking it up and playing with it till it completely dissolved???

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How about the Easy Bake Oven??? OMGosh! Do you remember how horrible that stuff tasted??? Yet, we ate it! There was Chatty Cathy, Betsy Wetsy, Tiny Tears. I always wanted one but never got one. I did get the bride doll that was as tall as me! And I had a Barbie. My Aunt Marge once traded eggs for a Barbie Doll dress that the neighbor made. I knew that was a big deal for her to do that and I took extra special care of that dress.

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How about the socks with the toes in them? Or games like Operation or Chutes and Ladders or Candyland. I remember getting a set of Old Maid cards once.

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One year, money must have been really tight. Mom ordered our Christmas presents from a catalog and they didn’t come in time for Christmas. So on Christmas morning, mom gave us each an envelope with the pictures of what we were going to get when the box arrived. But then, when the box did come, Dad found out Mom had charged the items so he made her send them all back. We were so disappointed and to this day, it makes my heart ache for her. She had to have felt horrible that we didn’t get a Christmas.

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We moved into the house we grew up in over Christmas break when I was in second grade. The house and furnishings were our Christmas that year. I remember my Grandmother bought me a bedroom set. It was grey, very modern. It had a twin bed and a dresser that had a drop\nFront that turned into a desk. Grandmother made curtains out of pink fabric with grey poodles on them. There was an old TV console in my bedroom and for some reason, she made a cover for that as well. I even had a black metal trash can with a poodle on it! My brothers room was decorated with a Cincinnati Reds theme. That was a grand Christmas!

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I remember when I got old enough to babysit, I would go downtown to Kresge’s and buy Mom a little bottle of Evening in Paris perfume or a chiffon scarf. She always acted as though that was the finest gift a mother could have wished for and it made me so proud. I loved wrapping the presents. As a matter of fact…when we got old enough, she would put our gifts in boxes and I’d wrap my own presents! I wrapped everyone’s presents. It took all day on a Saturday. I’d sit on the floor in front of the TV and use up all the bows and the stickers and the gift tags and have a big time. Then I’d pile everything under the tree. We didn’t have a lot. But we had enough. ❤️

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““Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.”\n‭‭Exodus‬ ‭20:12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I have this friend. She’s one of those wonderful shining stars that God places on this earth to be a guardian of animals. I am convinced she is an “angel unawares”. I met Aimee through a high school friend. They were talking at a conference once and Aimee told her about this great group of women campers she belonged to called…Sisters on the Fly. Diane couldn’t wait to hook us up. And I am so glad she did. I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with Aimee. As a matter of fact, I believe we have only seen each other in person two or three times. But it’s always “old home week” when we greet each other like long lost friends.

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Not only are Aimee and I “Sisters”…we are also fellow West Virginians. And darned proud of it, I might say. Aimee works for the state and created the COOLEST soil trailer. It’s a cargo trailer that she converted on the inside to give you a “worm’s eye view” of what it looks like in the ground. So, she’s an animal activist, she hauls a soil trailer all over the state to teach kids about the earth, she’s a Sister on the Fly, and a farmer, and she creates beautiful art pieces that she sells at some of the big decorator barn sales. On top of that, she’s beautiful, funny, and I just love her to pieces. Because she saved Johnny’s life.

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Johnny was a rescue. Terribly ill, he was essentially a lost cause. The vet didn’t think he could possibly live. But Aimee found out about him (I think she’s on speed dial at the animal rescue) and scooped him up. She sat up with Johnny for days, snuggling him in blankets, taking him in for infusions and tests practically every day. He kept getting sicker and sicker. He was a rescue…but he had wriggled into her heart and she couldn’t give up on him. One night, they made a desperate trip to see the vets at the university in Columbus. It took a while, but they finally diagnosed Johnny with a rare disease that affects his joints. If they could just get him through, things would get better for him and he would live a pretty normal life. But there were no guarantees. They pleaded and prayed and now…look at him! He’s so beautiful. All of us fell madly in love with him and Aimee is great at recording his life for his fan base.

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This fall, Aimee was driving down the street in her truck when she saw something very tiny in the road. It was a kitten! And there was a man in a truck alongside the road. The kitten was trying desperately to get in the truck but the man just sat and stared at it. Without thinking, Aimee jumped out, stopped traffic, scooped up the kitten, and ran back across the busy highway. She yelled at the man. “Didn’t you see that kitten?” He just shrugged. “I don’t know anything about that.” Oh, he knew alright! He had more than likely dumped that baby right before Aimee drove by. God puts angels right where he needs them, doesn’t He?

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This little kitten went to work with Aimee every day as she fostered it. She socialized her and made sure she had all her shots and took extra special care of her in hopes she would forget all about the bad man in the truck. What sent us over the moon was how much Johnny loved his kitty. HIS kitty. Oh…how Johnny LOVES kitties! He would cry and cry until Aimee gave him the kitten. Then she had to sit with him and tell him over and over…”Easy, Johnny. You have to be gentle. Easy. Easy.” Johnny knew, the only way he could have his baby was if he laid down very still…then Aimee would place this tiny little fur ball under this big boxer boy. He laid so still…but his tail pounded the bed like a drum.

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Eventually, the kitty found her way to a forever home with a boy to play with. We were all SO worried about Johnny. How would he handle losing his baby? Aimee posted pictures of Johnny with his other kitties. His mommy knows when she has reached the number of animals she can responsibly care for. She did the right thing. And she knows Johnny better than any of us. She knew he would be fine. It’s as if Johnny knew he was only a temporary caregiver for this little baby.

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We can learn so much from Johnny. Patience, kindness, caring…unconditional love. He doesn’t care that the kitten isn’t like him. All he knows is…here is someone who needs love and he has love to give.

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You never know what kind of stray Aimee will attract next. Right now she is fostering a dog with cancer who is legitimately psychotic. They are trying to figure out how to help her. If anyone can, it’s our divine farm girl…the Dirt Queen. Thank you, Aimee…for having such a huge heart. You are so loved and there are many stars in your crown. ❤️

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““But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind. Does not the ear test words as the tongue tastes food? Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?”\n‭‭Job‬ ‭12:7-12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I don’t know about you, but I’m scared of all this threatening talk between the US and North Korea. I need memories of my childhood to focus on so I can sleep at night. So here goes…

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I love, love, LOVE Pinterest! Think of anything….some obscure thing from your childhood…and you can just about guarantee someone has posted a picture of it. Like…Glass Wax Window Stencils! I remember the can, the color, the smell, how it felt when it dried on your fingers. I could hardly wait for Christmas so we could get a new set.

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And spray snow in a can…remember that? Oh, that stuff was wicked awful. Who knows what kind of chemicals were in that stuff? We would spray it around the bottom of the windows to look like drifted snow. And I would spray it on a mirror that mom set on a table then I’d set up ice skaters and make it look like they were skating on a pond.

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Ribbon candy? And those straw-like candies that were crunchy on the outside and had some sort of chocolate on the inside. And Christmas morning we would have an orange in our stocking. Or better yet, a couple of tangerines. And a candy cane. And a handful of nuts, in their shells. And a Lifesaver Storybook! We didn’t have much money when I was growing up, but we had enough for a stocking and a couple of toys. I remember the year I was ten…I got a bike! Somewhere there’s a picture of me in my baby doll pajamas, my finger over my lips and my eyes open wide as I caught sight of it! It was blue. One speed. I think the metal label said JC Higgins on it.

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There were a lot of Christmas memories that I used to drag around like a load of bricks…usually surrounding my dad and alcohol. But now? Since I lost Mr. Virgo, I’ve decided to rewrite history and just remember the good parts. There was almost always a doll. A game that my brother and I had to share. Clothes. (Insert eye roll here) I begged Mom to wrap every single thing so it felt like I got more stuff. (See? I learned early about accumulating “stuff”!)

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The paper was thin and printed with what are now vintage Santas or Rudolph or stripes or metallic foils. There was flat satin ribbon when we were a little more flush. Usually it was curling ribbon and a bag of cheap bows. And gift tags! There were little gift tags made out of card stock with “Season’s Greetings” and “Silent Night” printed in glitter with a space for “To:” and “From:”.

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Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. Christmas and my birthday. Some of my very best memories totally surround those two days. What are some of your best Christmas memories? Did you go caroling and sledding? Did the neighbors invite you in for hot cocoa with a big melty marshmallow in it? Did you build snowmen and forts for epic snowball fights? Let’s share some warm fuzzies and forget about the scary stuff for a little while. ❤️

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“Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭18:4-5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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The earth shifted yesterday. Did you feel it? I did. Mr. FixIt is about halfway through his guy getaway to Florida with his buddy and I’ve been staying at his house…feeding cats, cleaning, decorating, rearranging. It’s been great fun.

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For those of you who have been following from the beginning, I downsized and got rid of ninety-five percent of my personal belongings when I sold my house in 2014. I brought those things to West Virginia that I could not part with. A friend has been so kind as to let me store them in his basement all this time. I went over a couple of weeks ago and brought a whole truckload over to Mr. FixIt’s house. The Christmas decorations were all put out so yesterday, I got into the boxes of decorator items. A pink Fenton hurricane lamp, an antique cast iron rabbit doorstop, some quilts, my raven decoy, a sign that says “Kindness Matters”…these found themselves mingled with Mr. FixIt’s memories. Looking at the finished project, they could have all been purchased together for just the same house

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I went back into the storage room and lugged the heaviest box to the kitchen. This is where I felt the shift. Do you sense what’s happening here? I’m nesting. The lines of “yours” and “mine” are blurring. Nowhere did I feel this as much as when I opened that heavy box. It was filled with china. Precious cargo that has been carted from one side of the country to the other…never seeing the light of day.

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One winter day, what seems like a lifetime ago, Mr. Virgo and I were shopping for a tablecloth. When I caught up with him, he was standing in front of a display of china. He was studying something intently so I followed his gaze. When I saw what he was looking at, I gasped out loud. Royal Doulton’s “Tennyson”. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. And, six months later, I got eight place settings for my birthday. I sat down and cried like a little girl. I’d never had anything so…fine.

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Those dishes were packed away in 2014 when I sold my house. Yesterday…I carefully unwrapped each one, inspecting them for chips or cracks. They were perfect. I carefully hand washed and dried each piece and set them out on the dining room table in Mr. FixIt’s house. I thought about how far I have come in the nearly five years since Mr. Virgo died.

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Mr. FixIt and I still have an unconventional relationship. He has his place, I am taking care of the family farm. We stay a little here, a little there. We travel, and we stay apart a little. It works for now.

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I am so blessed that Mr. FixIt gets me. He’s an angel…tolerant of many things. And he’s thrilled to spend whatever time he can with me. The feelings are mutual. ❤️

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“Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain…”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭127:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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You’ve all seen that spindly little Christmas tree Charlie Brown had, right? Basically a stick with some twigs branching off. As far back as I can remember, that was the tree out at the farm. My Uncle Bob was a simple man. When he was told to go cut down a pine tree for Christmas, he did just that. And being a practical man, he brought back one that was easy to carry and would not take long to decorate. He was the smartest of the bunch, turns out.

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Grandma didn’t have a lot of ornaments. I remember some of those made by Shiny Bright. There was a very old hand blown Santa that my fat baby fingers accidentally broke one year. sigh And, there was an angel that went on the top of the tree. Her dress was made of vinyl with a net skirt over it. Her upper torso, arms, and head were like a doll made of hard plastic. Her hair was spun glass. And her wings were silver pressed cardboard. Somehow, I managed to acquire that angel. I suppose because I’m the oldest grand daughter and got married first, I don’t know. But that angel has been with me forever. She is too fragile to put on top of a tree…I’m afraid the cardboard tube that slips over a branch might break. So, she gets tucked in a place of prominence on the front of the tree…up high enough to avoid any encounters with two or four-legged children.

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We always had a big, fat tree at home that my dad bought at a lot. I remember the excitement of driving around looking at Christmas lights then stopping at the lot to pick out our tree. I wore a woolen coat buttoned up to my neck, someone’s hand-me-down, I’m sure. I had a blue velvet hat that tied under my chin with blue satin ties. And, hanging on one side we’re two white balls made of real rabbit fur. I remember shaking my head back and forth to feel them bounce around. I wore that hat till it literally disintegrated. I wore rubber boots that fit over my shoes and buckles with an elastic string over a button.

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Dad would walk us up and down the aisles to choose the perfect tree…i.e. the cheapest without too many holes in it. Once the price was negotiated, an attendant would help Dad carry the tree to the Oldsmobile and strap it to the top with sisal rope. Once we got it home, there was trimming to be done before we could take it in the house. We had strings of lights with big reflectors that went on before screwing the big bulb in. This was a safety feature that kept the needles from touching the hot bulb and catching fire. And many of the ornaments hanging on my tree that I so carefully preserve were placed on those big, fat trees at the house on 55th Street.

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I remember feeling so sorry for Grandma and her skinny little Charlie Brown tree. Now I look back and appreciate the simplicity with a fervor. I use an artificial tree now. The first one I’ve had since Mr. Virgo died. I opted for a slender one. I thought I’d be putting it in front of the window at the farm. Instead, it’s over here at Mr. FixIt’s. I never would have dreamed. This is the fifth Christmas without Mr. Virgo. To have found this new love and new joy and renewed zest for life is something I am profoundly grateful for.

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It’s the simple things I crave now. Things held by loved ones long gone. Gentle, loving companionship. Soft music. A warm fire. Good food. And a loving God that made all this possible for me. I am richly blessed. ❤️

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“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I think this is my all-time favorite Christmas ornament. It’s been in my family as long as I can remember. I have a dozen or so of the smaller ones of the same era but this is the only big one that survived. I can still remember the box it came in. I am always extremely careful with all my ornaments when I store them, but this one especially so. It is so fragile and the paint has been flaking away for years.

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There are so many ornaments on this tree that have a story. Baby’s First Christmas. The angel topper from Grandma’s tree. Hand blown glass Santas. A sterling silver tree that was a gift to Mr. Virgo from The Ritz Carlton in 2011. An Old World Santa with the tip of his Christmas tree broken off that Mr. Virgo rescued from the trash at the Hotel Jerome in Aspen. Dozens of coveted hand made ornaments gathered from my friend Judy’s famous Christmas Ornament Exchange Parties. And, the seven Ne’Qua ornaments Mr. Virgo and I bought together on our trips…one for every Christmas we shared.

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Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. I found an e-mail the other day where Mr. Virgo had asked me to get our Christmas decorations and stage them in the living room so we could put up our tree that weekend. We always put on White Christmas and decorated the tree together. The first Christmas after he died, I followed the tradition. I did fine until I got up the next morning and saw what I had done. I can’t tell you how close I came to taking the whole thing down and putting it away. I cried for days. It was brutal. The next Christmas was spent in my friend’s apartment, sitting in the dark, staring out the window as the snow slowly drifted down through the circles of light around the old fashioned street lamps of Marietta, Ohio. It was still brutal.

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The next two Christmases were spent with my Colorado family. That was much better. We decorated the tree together and baked a million cookies. It was fun.

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Each holiday season is a little easier. Last year, even though we weren’t together, Mr. FixIt and I had started dating and had fallen in love. Holidays were again filled with light and love and joy. Mr. Virgo was still there with us in spirit but the sadness of his absence had abated somewhat. This year, Mr. FixIt and I did the majority of the tree trimming before he left for Florida. I finished up last night. I’m actually glad I had those few hours decorating alone. I turned on Christmas carols. (I can’t figure out how to turn on Mr. FixIt’s DVD player. ?) I held each special ornament in my hands and thought of the person who made it, or where I got it, or who was there when it was used year after year. The Ghosts of Christmas Past paraded through the room and through my mind and heart as I smiled through the tears that stung the back of my eyes as Tony Bennett crooned The Christmas Song.

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This is a new life…a different life. Another chance at love. Another gift of making memories. My heart is full to overflowing with the beauty of it all. God has been so good to me…us. ❤️

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“A cheerful heart is good medicine…”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭17:22‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Last Christmas, Mr. FixIt and I had just been dating a few weeks and December found us traveling in opposite directions. He went to Florida with his buddy and a few days later, I went to Colorado for a month with my kids. That’s the longest we’ve been apart since our first date and we neither one liked it. That’s when I figured things were pretty serious between us.

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Right around Christmas, I was talking to him on the phone, lamenting that I didn’t get to put up a tree and have a Country Christmas at the farm. When I pulled in the driveway upon my return, I stopped in my tracks. While I was gone, this sweet man had decorated the farmhouse for me to come home to. Not only that, but he was standing there in his grey wool trousers, black dress shoes, a white shirt, and a red sweater vest. He looked so sharp and my heart nearly exploded! What a sweet and generous thing for him to do. He also bought me an indoor lighted Christmas tree, but we didn’t put it up because it was almost New Year’s when I got back from my trip. So, this is the first year we have a tree together.

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Someone mentioned they wanted to see a picture and someone else wanted to know about the mechanical angel, so I decided to post a video for you this morning. I still have ornaments to put on but didn’t get home till late last night so I’ll decorate more today.

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I went to the funeral yesterday. As it turns out, Sis wasn’t just my grandma’s friend and neighbor. We were related…through marriage. I’ve told you before, you can’t throw a stick up this holler without hitting someone I’m related to. I got to see several cousins and met Sis’s son. He’s been my Facebook friend for ages. It’s such a small, small world.

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I am so relieved that I can attend a funeral service now without wigging out. My friend’s son was killed in an accident a year or so ago. Another friend took one look at me during the visitation and said, “Let’s go.” She got me out in the air and my heart started beating again. You certainly don’t LIKE going to funerals, but you have to be able to express condolences without flipping out and it took me a while to get there. For the longest time, I seriously felt like I was just one crisis away from losing it altogether. That “one crisis theory” hung over my head like Damocles’ sword which increased my anxiety exponentially. Full blown grief is about as close to flat out crazy as you can get. I didn’t know if “I” would ever come back. Thank God I did. I couldn’t live like that forever.

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My sweetie is gone for his annual Florida guy’s trip so I’m spending the week catching up with “back burner” things…stuff I put off because it’s much more fun to go play with my bestest buddy. I need to be pretty productive this week! ❤️

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“Remember this: Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly, and whoever sows generously will also reap generously.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭9:6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I avoid Black Friday like the plague. There is nothing in this whole wide world I…or anyone I know…need bad enough to risk life and limb for. I know there are great deals. I know the color glossies and TV commercials have been pumping everyone with the next great thing they can’t live without. I’m fortunate in that my kids were raised Jewish. They got a little present every night, then one big one on the last night of Hanukkah. They also had Santa but there was only one really extravagant year that I can remember. My kids and grandkids are frugal. They would much rather have money and go shopping at the after Christmas sales. More bang for their buck!

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I have everything I need. I buy myself a plane ticket every year and go see my Colorado family. I don’t want anything I have to take care of or dust. This year, Mr. FixIt and I have decided instead of getting each other presents for Christmas, we’re going to carpet the family room. We’ll get much more enjoyment out of that than any appliance or sweater. And, it’s the gift that keeps on giving! I encourage you to shop small, hometown, mom & pop businesses this year. Big box stores may have better deals on cheaper goods…but they don’t have the vested interest in you personally that a small business owner has. I’ve owned my own business before…I know. This month makes or breaks a small business. Do your best to keep your money local.

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I have a funeral to go to today. Sis Strickling passed away. That’s not her first name, nor is this her last name…my family always just called her Sis “Stricklin’”. She was born and raised on the country road a couple miles from the farm. Always sweet and with a smile on her face, my favorite memories of her were at the little one room church house where Grandma went. Sometimes she would come over to the farm for a visit while I was there. She kept her house neat and tidy. After her husband passed away, she went to Ohio to be with her kids. Her memory went at the end and I know it was so hard for her family. I praise God that he gives us an eternal home with no pain, no tears, and no illness. I know her husband and loved ones who went before her met her with open arms.

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It took the longest time for me to be able to go to a funeral after Mr. Virgo died. I wasn’t sure I would ever go to another one, but surprisingly…it’s BECAUSE he died that I can go easily now. If I begin to get anxious, I remind myself I am doing this for the loved ones. This has nothing to do with me…it’s all about them. I was so touched by everyone who came to my husband’s funeral. Their presence meant more to me than they will ever know. I remember so few individuals, but I do remember a sea of faces and that equates to a boatload of love. That love helped me through, so that’s why I go to funerals now.

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Mr. FixIt and I put up the Christmas tree last night. It’s our first one together. Blending traditions gave us ample opportunities to discuss and compromise. He wanted the tree in the dining room where you could see it from the road. I wanted it in the family room where WE could see it. We compromised by moving furniture around so we could put the tree in front of the picture window in the family room. This way we can see it from the side road coming in AND while we’re sitting in the family room. I’ll put lights in the dining room window so he can see it from the big road. Even through the top branches of the tree were pretty tippy, the mechanical angel HAD to go on top. I managed to wedge the branches around enough to support her and she is beautiful. Melding…it’s what you do when you keep adding to your family. At this point, if we got everyone I’m related to through marriages together, that would be one huge family portrait. I am so, so blessed to add so many branches to my family tree. ❤️

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“May the Lord our God be with us as he was with our ancestors; may he never leave us nor forsake us.”\n‭‭1 Kings‬ ‭8:57‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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The other day I found myself with a little time on my hands and stopped at the Blennerhassett Hotel for a Starbucks. The Easter Seal Parade of Trees was on display so I took my coffee and wandered among the holiday decorations, getting inspiration. There were some stunning trees this year. The trees are decorated by volunteers, sponsored by local businesses, and auctioned off to the highest bidder. It’s a wonderful fund raiser for the Easter Seal Society and helps provided needed services for area physically and developmentally disabled children.

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I grew up going to the Easter Seal Treatment Center. My big brother was born with cerebral palsy and went to therapy every week. He had physical, occupational, and speech therapy for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories was a play table with little doors. You went in and the door shut after you. It was designed to allow children with disabilities to stand up for a period of time. There were toys and puzzles you could play with on the table in front of you, but what really stuck with me was the milk and cookies we got at snack time. Even though I had no need of these services, I was allowed to attend many of the sessions because I totally understood my brother’s speech when others found it difficult.

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Mom learned to drive when my brother was first starting therapy so she didn’t have to rely on my dad to get us to school and therapy at the end of the day. I’ll never forget my mom’s friend Elaine trying to teach her to drive. I sat in the back as mom drove around and around City Park. At one point, we ran up an embankment and nearly hit a tree. Mom put her head down on the steering wheel and cried. She kept saying, “I can’t. I can’t do it!” And Elaine would pat her arm and say, “Wanda…you have these kids to take care of. Of course you can do this. Now, let’s try again.”

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Elaine was a saint. And…so was my mom. I look back now at what her life was like and I’m in awe of her. I wasn’t always a supportive child and I sure wish she was here now to receive this new appreciation I feel for her.

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Christmas is such a special time of year. I love bringing beauty and light into the long, dark nights of winter. We came back last night from our Thanksgiving visit with my family and will work today to get some decorating done before Mr. FixIt leaves for Florida on Saturday. This will be our second Christmas together…my fifth without Mr. Virgo. Bittersweet becomes more and more sweet with time.

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I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I ate a lot, loved on my family, and took a nap!!! ❤️

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“You’ll take afternoon naps without a worry, you’ll enjoy a good night’s sleep.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3:24 ‭MSG‬‬

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It’s deer season in West Virginia and I bagged my first deer yesterday. Unfortunately, it was with Mr. FixIt’s 2007 Tundra. There was no stopping and I did exactly what I was supposed to do. I didn’t swerve. I held steady. Fortunately, there’s not much damage to the truck but we will have to replace the bumper. I’ve never hit a deer before. One fell down in front of me once but I drove right over it and it jumped up and ran away. I am grateful we weren’t injured and the damage was minimal.

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The other night, Mr. FixIt and I were having dinner and talking about Old Mama Kitty being gone. He stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth and asked, “You don’t suppose she wandered into the cellar house when you were in there last week and got trapped, do you?” OMGosh! The look on my face must have been pure horror. He looked at me with such compassion and said, “Don’t worry…we’ll go right back out there and check.” We drove the twenty-two miles and I ran up to the building and checked but she wasn’t there. Im sad she is gone but I’m grateful I didn’t accidentally trap her and keep her from food and water.

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We visited my mom’s sister and brother and his wife yesterday. My aunts are having memory issues and my uncle is caring for them. So far they’re holding their own. Actually, the aunt whose dementia is really bad was having a pretty good day. She recognized me and told me she had been worried about me. She put her arm around my neck and pulled me close. She told me she loved me. She waved goodbye with a smile. I am grateful to have made that connection with my aunt.

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My uncle regaled us with funny stories all evening…one of which I thought to record. He told the story about the day they rolled the old farmhouse I’m living in down onto the new basement they built. We all laughed. I am grateful for this man’s strength, courage, and sense of humor. Most of all, I’m grateful for his heart…it is full of love!

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I am grateful for my Colorado family. They are healthy and happy and enjoying their lives. My brother is doing well. I’ve more than doubled my family since bringing Mr. FixIt into my life. More people to love!

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I am grateful to all of you for making a little space in your lives for my words. You all bless me every day. Thank you for indulging me in my stories. May you all be richly blessed.

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Happy Thanksgiving! ❤️

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“Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth! Serve the Lord with gladness! Come into his presence with singing! Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭100:1-5‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Is there such a thing as a “little white lie”? I mean, isn’t a lie…a lie? Big or small, untruths between couples erode trust in a relationship. If you have a need to outright lie to your spouse, you might not be with the right person. And what about the sin of omission? Ok, I’ve been guilty of “rounding down a little” when reporting how much I spent on that little black dress I had to have or trying to maintain a secret surrounding a gift. And, if I’m going to be honest here, there have been times in my life when I have not been truthful in a relationship and I’m not married to that person anymore. Which brings up that point again…if you have a need to outright lie to your spouse, you might not be with the right person. I wasn’t way back when. Enough said.

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I was thrilled when Mr. Virgo came along. He was a great communicator, which was quite refreshing for me. We told each other everything. We told each other stories. I loved his stories. He worked in 5-Star resorts, hotels, and restaurants around the world. He met fascinating people…celebrities, politicians, dignitaries, kings and queens. His stories were enthralling and he loved telling them as much as I loved hearing them.

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Several weeks after Mr. Virgo died, I was going through his personal papers in his dresser and came upon things that shook me up. Things I didn’t know. Things I felt were out of character for the man I knew and loved. Oh, it wasn’t anything like a second family in another state or something of a criminal nature. It was credit cards I didn’t know about. A relationship he had had before me that he never told me about. A business he had lost that had debt I was unaware of. Little things, but little things add up to big things.

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I didn’t know how to feel. I felt a little betrayed. I felt a little disappointed. I felt a little angry. It added to the sadness and devastation I was already feeling at his loss. I carried that around for a long time and never told anyone because I didn’t want to besmirch Mr. Virgo’s good name. And you know what happens when you hold things in…they rot and swell and become that abscess you need lanced or your soul will explode.

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I’m sure I’m not the only person who went through this. But I’ve never really talked much about it till the other day I met someone going through the same thing I went through and I knew there was a post in there. I knew somewhere out there, there is at least one person who needs to hear how I handled that, so here we are.

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When I first stumbled across information that I had not known when Mr. Virgo was alive, I was confused. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was looking at. Grief brain addles your mind anyway. Add conflicting information and I was stumped. I wrote things down, made notes, compared conversations till I had a pretty good idea what I was looking at. Then I started the process of reconciling that information and asked myself a number of questions.

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Does this new information change how you KNOW you feel about him…how you’ve felt about him since the beginning?

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For me, the answer was a resounding “No!”

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Did he love me? “Yes…more than life itself!”

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Why did he not tell me? “He didn’t want to…for whatever reason…and that was his choice to make.”

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If I would have known this information before I married him, would I have gone through with the wedding? “Oh, h*** yeah!”

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Mr. Virgo is still the same man I knew and loved and grieve for. The only thing that has changed is thought. Yes, there was some debt to contend with that I wasn’t expecting. That is what life insurance policies are for…debt, funeral expenses, and living expenses till you can stand up and breathe again. It wasn’t much, but it helped me get through the messiness. The relationship he had before me that I didn’t know about? Who cares? He married me. The credit cards I didn’t know about? That is still a puzzle, but one I’ve had to let go of. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter.

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Unless it’s something criminal, or there’s a whole secret family you didn’t know about, my advice is…let it go. Obsessing over things never changes the past. It only sullies the present and tarnishes future memories. They make mistakes…they sin…they’re human. Let it go. I prefer to preserve that special relationship I felt before I rummaged around in the bottom drawer of his dresser. It’s better this way. ❤️

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“Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.”\n‭‭2 Timothy‬ ‭2:15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Old Mama Kitty is gone. I haven’t seen her in six days. She’s always at the back door, right at supper time. There were a couple of times this summer when she was gone for a day or two, but never six. She’s old. I know that. Just this fall, she seemed to be telling me she was tired. She has one leg that trembles sometimes…and not necessarily because of a chill in the air.

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Being a farm cat, Mama is tough. She doesn’t take any guff from the younger boy cats. If they get too close to her feeding dish, she has no problem swatting them away…claws and fangs bared. They give her a wide berth on the front porch, arcing around her, well out of kitty reach with sly glances from the corner of their eyes. She has probably been to the vet once in her life and that was when she was spayed. She’s never been sick that I know of. She will act like she wants you to pet her, then she swats you if you linger too long. She’s one tough kitty.

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I thought we’d lost her back in 2014 when I first came to the farm. I walked down to the road to get the mail and coming back, there…by the end of the driveway…was a yellow cat that had been hit by a car. I came up to the house to get my work gloves and a shovel. My aunt was still living on the farm at the time. I went to her and told her I was sorry, but Old Mama Kitty was hit by a car and was gone. I went back down and picked up the cat to take it up by the barn to bury it when…I saw the evidence. This was definitely NOT Old Mama Kitty. This was a boy! I wish I would have had the wherewithal to check that out before I told my aunt.

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I had only had one cat in my life before coming to the farm. Ginger was yellow with deep gold stripes. I didn’t seem to be allergic to her as a teenager but the older I got, the more indoor cats bothered me. Ginger went to another home when I moved to England after I was married. Mom hadn’t wanted a cat in the first place. She just tolerated her for me.

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I’ve always been more of a dog person. Dogs are easy to understand. Feed them. Throw the ball. Scratch the good places. Go for walks. They will worship the ground you walk on. Dogs have owners. Cats have staff. You are extra special if a cat loves you. It means you’ve met the criteria.

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The problem with pets is, unless you own a large bird or a turtle, they are going to die before you. And every time a pet dies, they take more of your heart away. I’ve had to put four dogs down in my lifetime. It kills me.

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I don’t want to think of Mama Kitty as “gone”. But, this is what happens with farm animals sometimes. They seem to know when it is their time, I think. I feel a little guilty though. I’ve been away a lot the last couple of weeks helping Mr. FixIt clean and paint his house. I was at the farm every day to feed the cats and spend time with them. Then, six days ago, she just wasn’t there. I called and called and called. It’s sad because I really came to love her. She’s been around forever. She was my Uncle Bob’s cat. He died in 2005. It’s like losing a family member. I know there is still a slim chance she could come back, but I really think it’s time to let her go.

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Pope John Paul II stated that animals have souls and are important beings in God’s creation. And, since souls can go to heaven, it isn’t a stretch to picture our pets running and jumping on us when we get there. I hope to see all my fur babies when I get there!

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I inherited Old Mama Kitty with the farm. She was my accidental love. And…I’ll really miss her. ❤️

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“His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant. You have been faithful over a little; I will set you over much. Enter into the joy of your master.’”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭25:23‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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You buy a desk…you need a chair, right? And not just any chair. I wanted an old banker’s chair. I found one on Facebook Marketplace. I went to pick it up Saturday. The woman I spoke with over the phone was lovely. I felt comfortable meeting her to pick up the chair.

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The house was back away from the road…the quintessential farm house. White with green shutters, a long covered porch. As soon as I drove up to the house, the garage door opened and I was greeted by a middle-aged woman. I’ll call her June. June directed me to the chair and helped bring it out to the truck. We stood in the driveway and chatted for the longest time. This was her parents’ place, she told me. Her dad died in July and her mom is starting the daunting process of downsizing. I told her my heart is with her in her loss…then I told her about Mr. Virgo. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she said, OMGosh! You write a blog! You’re Marshmallow Ranch!

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This always slays me when someone knows me. And I always go through a little mental inventory of my behaviors leading up to the moment of recognition. You never know who you might be talking to. I have a certain self-imposed regulation. I want to always put my best foot forward and exemplify good Christian values. It was wonderful to make June’s acquaintance.

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The family dinner party was wonderful. The only mishap was forgetting to take the candied yams out of the oven to serve. The company was delightful. I cooked for three days and I was exhausted when I posted this so I’ll catch up more with you tomorrow. ❤️

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“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.””\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31:27-29‬ ‭NIV

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One of the happiest places in the world for me is a kitchen. I used to bake competitively and had a huge kitchen back then. My last house had a rather small galley kitchen but I still managed to bake several times a week as Mr. Virgo had a sweet tooth. When I sold that house after his death, I lived much of the next three years in my camper. I don’t know if you have ever tried to bake in a camper oven but they are nothing like a home stove. The bottom of everything burned and I gave up trying to bake anything. There is a big country kitchen at the farm, but I traveled so much this last year, I really didn’t cook all that much. I kind of got out of the baking habit.

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We’re having our early Thanksgiving dinner with Mr. FixIt’s family today. I actually started cooking Friday evening. I cooked a bag of cranberries and put them in the fridge in a covered container. I have the sweet potatoes parboiled and in the fridge ready to assemble with butter and brown sugar today. The fresh green beans and ham have been cooked and will just need reheated. Yesterday I fried bacon and added chopped pecans and dried cranberries. I parboiled Brussels sprouts and tossed them with the bacon mixture in my huge electric skillet, then put the whole thing in the fridge. I mixed up two pans of dressing…one sage, the other with nuts and cranberries…sealed them with foil and put them in the fridge as well. Then I made two pumpkin pies and two apple pies.

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Today I have to bake a 20-pound turkey and a ham, hot rolls, the two pans of dressing, and the sweet potatoes. I’ll heat everything else up and time it all to be ready at 4:00. The table is set. The ice is made. We are expecting thirteen for dinner. I’ve got this!

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The family room is finished. It took three coats of Kilz and two coats of Valspar with primer to cover that dark green but we got it done. I didn’t get curtains made in time for dinner, but that will come soon enough. I sat there enjoying the fruits of our labor, listening to soft music in the background as I wrote this. It was very warm yesterday…nearly 70, but rain came in at dusk and it will continue to get colder as the week progresses.

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All but the most stubborn of leaves have fallen now, the color all but gone. I have such vivid memories of going out to the farm for Thanksgiving dinners and having it look just like this. It’s funny how our senses take us back so quickly, isn’t it? The sights, sounds, and smells transport me over six decades and brings me so close to my mom and my grandma. I miss them both so much. And I miss my Colorado family. The grandchildren are growing so fast. I always say this, but I wish Colorado and West Virginia were closer. It’s hard when your heart has two homes. ❤️

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“She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants. She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31:15-17‬ ‭NIV

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Mr. FixIt and I graduated from the same high school class. Our classmates started gathering once every two or three months for dinner. We are “of an age” where loss is too real and we want to enjoy each other while we can. Last night was just such a gathering…and it was wonderful. There were forty-two of us…our largest gathering yet outside of an actual class reunion.

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Being the social butterfly that I am, I went from table to table to visit so I could speak with everyone, at least for a few minutes. Some of these people I’ve known since first grade. They are all\nImportant to me, whether I’ve known them forever or not. Some of my dearest friends were talking about Mr. FixIt and I. One of them mentioned I’m in a new phase. She wasn’t crazy about my “I downsized so you all should too” phase. lol I don’t blame her…I can beat a subject to death sometimes.

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We’re having a dozen or so family members over for an early Thanksgiving Sunday. The family room is nearly finished. Another coat of Kilz on the second door then the trim color can go on. A little touch up here and there, then up comes the tape and drop cloths, a good vacuuming, and move the furniture back then I can start cooking.

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Yes, this IS a new phase. Not totally uncharted territory. I’ve been in relationships before. I’ve nested and played house and been Susie Homemaker. This time around is different somehow. It’s more deliberate…easing into it, savoring each moment like a fine French wine or an aged Camembert. Feeling the silky smoothness of love and fun and laughter and even the serious moments. I love this phase. Remember how you wanted to stop your kids at three…at least for a while? Three-year-olds are perfect. They have gained some reasoning skills and they are sweet as sugar. That’s how this feels. I want it to just be like this…forever and always. I’m a realist…and a dreamer. ❤️

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“The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride. Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools. Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?” For it is not wise to ask such questions. Wisdom, like an inheritance, is a good thing and benefits those who see the sun.”\n‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭7:8-11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I was rummaging around in the basement out at the farm the other day, looking for painting supplies, when I saw the old stove in this great light and had to stop and capture it. I’m not sure why my Grandma did most of her canning down in the basement.  I know this past summer the basement was so humid mold was growing on everything. I had to buy a dehumidifier to put down there to keep the humidity below 50%. When she got this baby cranked up with a canner full of boiling water (not to mention the wringer washer) the condensation literally ran down the walls.

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There is a good-sized triangular patch of ground across the creek from the house that was the truck garden. This was where most of the vegetables for the table were grown. The canning vegetables, as well as the strawberries for the farmer’s market, were grown back up on the hill. There was a footbridge that crossed the creek to the garden. My uncle ran an electric fence around the garden to keep the deer out. Grandma grew a ton of green beans, corn, cabbage, cucumbers, onions, and tomatoes in that little patch of ground. The potatoes were grown on a similar, though much smaller, triangular patch along the end of the driveway. I spent many hours stringing beans and shucking corn, scalding and peeling tomatoes, and helping any way I could on canning days.

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One year we drove all the way to Virginia to buy peaches.  I remember they were as big as softballs. Mom was helping Grandma can them and neither one knew the other had stirred sugar into the syrup to pour over them in the jars. When they opened the first jar later on, they were sickeningly sweet. Mom felt so bad…she thought she had ruined Grandma’s beautiful peaches. But Grandma said, “Sis, don’t you worry about a thing. We’ll just make us some peach butter and not have to add any sugar.” They cooked them down and that was the best peach butter ever!

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Now, this old stove stands silently in a back corner of the basement…rusted and resting on cinder blocks for legs. This appliance was from a time of resourceful ingenuity… a time when you never threw anything away. You made do. You “recycled” by reusing. You reduced waste simply by being too poor to buy something better. The Baby Boomers were on the tail end of that generation. Ours was a disposable generation. Cheaply made plastic and paper products have filled countless landfills. Grandma didn’t even have trash service till very late in life. You burned what little paper you threw away. You fed table scraps to the cats or hogs. You reused the glass jars that you canned your food in. I’m glad this stove is still here…even though it doesn’t work…it would never be safe enough to use. But it’s like going into the museum of my youth when I go downstairs. And it’s one of the the things that makes me smile. ❤️

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“So then, brothers, stand firm and hold to the traditions that you were taught by us, either by our spoken word or by our letter.”\n‭‭2 Thessalonians‬ ‭2:15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I have a longtime friend…I’ll call her Betty. Betty is retired. She was a child and family counselor…and a darned good one. She is kind, gentle, tender in her approach. She was an intuitive therapist. She raised a beautiful family. She had struggles along the way, as we all do. Some of hers were really difficult. But, in the end, she is still with the same loving spouse, and her children are thriving.

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Several months ago, Betty contacted me and asked me to go to lunch with her. It was there that she revealed she had been diagnosed with dementia. It was hereditary, she explained. She already saw the signs and was struggling a bit. She wanted to thank me for teaching her to quilt because it has been a favorite pastime for her the last few years. Her legacy is in the quilts she stitched by hand as well as the books she wrote.

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Betty’s biggest worry, she told me over lunch, was being a burden to her family and friends. She told me she was going to become more involved in Facebook as a way to stay engaged and interested. She didn’t want to disappear into the shadows of her mind. I encouraged her to write and remain present as long as she could. In true Betty fashion, she turned her Facebook page into a lesson…of love, of courage, of perseverance. She used to send me private messages occasionally. Bringing an article to my attention. Sharing a travel photo. Sharing a memory. Then the private messages stopped. A few days ago, she shared that her dementia was worsening…right on schedule. She doesn’t leave the house much anymore. She realizes how much she is forgetting and she hopes she isn’t boring any of us. I told her this:

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We love you. We cannot fully understand what you are going through. But, we can certainly empathize. It must feel like you are leaving on a cruise ship and the people on the shore are getting further and further away till they disappear. But here’s the good news. The land to which you will eventually arrive has streets paved in gold. There will be no more illness and pain. Only love and joy. And when you can no longer feel our hands, turn around and reach for His. He is always waiting for us with arms wide open.

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It’s been a long goodbye. And while I will miss her sweet, gentle posts with pictures of “Home”, I know for a fact she is surrounded by people who love her very much. They will support her as best they can. They will guard her and protect her and wish her bon voyage. I do not know where she will go when she gets lost in her mind. But I hope it will be pleasant and not painful for her. Safe travels, my friend. I will see you on the other side. ❤️

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“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭23:1-6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I saw something yesterday that totally melted my heart. Daughter #1 is at Disney World with her family and her brother-in-law’s family. She was standing with Mickey and Minnie Mouse. There’s a long story why this was so touching for me.

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I was a single mom with #1 by the time she was two years old. It was not easy. We lived in HUD housing. We got WIC and food stamps. There were roaches and the people downstairs abused their kids. I looked in the open door one day when I walked by and my neighbor yelled at me to keep moving or she’d “come up behind me and slit my $&@?ing throat!” It was NOT a healthy scenario and if I had been any brighter or bolder, I would have packed up my stuff and hightailed it back to West Virginia. But that wasn’t what I wanted for my little girl. I wanted her to have every opportunity that I didn’t have growing up and I knew if I worked hard enough, I’d get her out of there. We would have a good life.

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And things did get better. I got a really good job. I found a roommate, I lived frugally. I got good daycare. She was never wanting for the basics, but there wasn’t much extra. Just lots of love. Then, we met Hubby #2. He was applying to medical school. We worked really hard. He was a good daddy and a great provider…even though it was many years before we started making any money.

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We moved to a small town when my ex finished residency and joined a practice. We were thrilled to be in the mountains and a lovely community. Daughter #1 was going into 7th grade…a tough age to make such a big move. The kids at school only knew her as the “new doctor’s daughter”. There was a group of kids out on the lawn one day, talking about how hard it was to not have money for nice things. My daughter spoke up and said she totally understood that. The kids scoffed and she told them, her dad wasn’t BORN a doctor. There were many nights we ate a box of generic mac & cheese and a tomato out of the yard. She had a genuine appreciation for where she came from and she gained the respect of all the kids.

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Still, we didn’t really start making a decent living till she was nearly finished with high school. Then we had her little sister. My girls are nearly sixteen years apart. It was a different world raising the two of them. The level of affluence was drastically different and the little one definitely made out when it came to vacations. My younger one was only two or three the first time we took her to Disney World. By then, her older sister was in college. I never did get to take my oldest to see Mickey and Minnie…something she never, ever let me forget, even though she understood why.

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She’s been to Disneyland a couple of times with my son-in-law’s family. But never Disney World. Not till this week. I’ve been going on her Facebook page several times a day to see the pictures she posts. Yesterday…there she was. Beaming. Standing between Mickey and Minnie, grinning from ear to ear. The post simply read, “Six-year-old me is happy.” It made me smile. It warmed my heart. She is showing her children a good time. She is sharing her joy with them. She’s such a good mom and I’m so proud of her. I’m proud of both of my daughters. And…I’m happy they know how to let their inner child out to play. ❤️

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“Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”\n‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭3:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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This is the part I hate about home improvement projects…living through the mess till it gets finished. I have done this countless times in my life. You can’t avoid it if you are a homeowner. I did this and then some when my mom died and I prepared to sell her house. She wouldn’t let me do anything to her house when she was living because it meant she would have to throw something away. I completely redid the kitchen and bathroom, painted the whole house, and refinished the hardwood floors…all by myself. It’s ever so much more fun to do a project with someone…especially if you work well together as a team. We took yesterday off, went to church, then out to the farm to feed cats. And today we are back at it.

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As I sat down to write this post, a notification came through on my phone. There are nearly a hundred women from Sisters on the Fly down in Port Aransas doing hurricane relief. The very day the hurricane hit, the call went out on the Sisters on the Fly Facebook page. Someone picked up the ball and started The Sister Corps. They immediately started recruiting women to go south to help with the cleanup efforts as they knew help would be needed beyond the immediacy of the storm. The Sister Corps has been posting pictures of the mounds of trash out in front of the houses where they are working. Homes are bare to the studs where drywall must be replaced because of flooding. Bathrooms and kitchens are being replaced. Carpeting and ruined flooring has been ripped out. It makes me look at this room with a whole new vision.

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We are freshening this room…not salvaging it. We are making a choice to change outdated colors and carpeting, not replacing everything because of a natural disaster. Again, God humbles me when I get too “uppity” for my own good. This is a joy…a blessing. We are wealthy beyond our wildest dreams. We are rich in love and the bountiful blessings of not one, but two homes to live in. We have the money to buy a few gallons of paint without having to go through insurance adjusters and contractors and estimates to do so. I will look at this project with new eyes today when I am privileged to pick up a paint brush and know I have a comfortable bed to sleep in tonight. I know where my family is sleeping tonight. I know we have food in the pantry and a little money in the bank.

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I want to share with you another way God works in my life. The other day, I received notice I needed to make a change in my insurance. I’ve been on the healthcare.gov website and on the phone a few times choosing New coverage. It’s an affordable policy, but still…money I wasn’t necessarily planning on spending. As I looked through the choices, I prayed. “God, show me what I need. I’ll worry about filling out the paperwork…you worry about how I’ll afford what I need.” God always, always provides. You want to know how I know this? Because, yesterday after church, Mr. Fixit and I went to the post office to pick up the mail and there were, not one but…TWO checks in there. Not enough to pay for a full month of insurance. But enough to cover my tithe for the next three months.

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This is how God works. He has countless, countless blessings for YOU. They have your name on them…specifically. And he so wants to give them to you. But…he waits for you to ask for them. Don’t come out of the chute asking for those blessings directly, either. Come into the conversation thanking Him for the blessings he has already showered on you. An attitude of gratitude is a fair way to start a prayer when you are asking for more.

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Thank you, God…for the unexpected bounty you have blessed me with. I am so grateful. ❤️

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“Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the Lord Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.”\n‭‭Malachi‬ ‭3:10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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We survived the first day of painting…barely! It wasn’t a problem working together. That part was awesome! We put on ‘70s music and be-bopped around the living room, dancing and singing and having a grand time making each other laugh. Till we had to move the treadmill out of the corner and into the middle of the room to paint around it. The part you walk on folds up and you pull back on the entire thing to make it stand on two wheels. This allegedly makes it move easier. Well, not so on carpet. I bent down and grabbed the front legs and helped Mr. FixIt move this thing several feet. I’m not sure what happened, but when we set the front end down, it came down like a shot and the handles slammed me in the side of the head so hard it literally knocked me off my feet and sent me flying about six feet. It didn’t hurt as bad as it surprised me. And of course, scared Mr. FixIt to death. I laid there on the floor for a couple minutes to let the bells stop ringing in my head and got up. I’m fine, thank God!

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We finished painting the ceiling in time for the kickoff of the WVU game so I left Mr. FixIt to his own devices and headed to the farm to feed the cats. The last couple of years, I’ve been trying to embrace fall and not hate it as the harbinger of winter. I’m trying to embrace winter, too…but, one thing at a time. As I drove across the two-lane, I made myself look at the landscape. In the past I would just feel sadness that the leaves were gone. This time, I asked myself to name something lovely. Suddenly…I saw texture. Where leaves were densely packed in the summer months, bare trees now stand and you can see the ridges and waterways that they line. “Name one thing that’s lovely.” The sycamore. They stand like ghostly sentinels, guardians of the creek banks, their white arms stretched toward the sky. Their limbs are crooked like a gnarly witch’s hand, the last of their dinner-plate sized leaves clinging curled and crispy to the uppermost limbs. Their round, light mustard-brown seed pods dangle like ornaments silhouetted against the sky.

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Once I noticed them, I saw sycamores everywhere. They were so beautiful. As I drove back from the farm, the sun was setting and the light turned rose-gold. The trees on the hillside looked like the tips of paintbrushes dipped in yellow and gold, orange and red…only the tippy-top leaves were left. Soon the winter winds will strip all but the most hardy leaves and the twigs and branches will create a mosaic against a thin blue sky. There was a hard freeze last night…a hoar frost still clinging to the frozen grass. As I pulled into the driveway at Mr. FixIt’s house, ten deer were out grazing in the field. I sat there for a while, contemplating. It was a good day. This is a good life. I am healthy, loved, secure…happy. I smiled and went inside to start supper. ❤️

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“I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:12-13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Sometimes it’s hard to walk the talk. And sometimes it’s even more difficult to talk the walk. I shied away from Christianity for many, many years after being frightened by a little ol’ banty rooster of a man. He was a circuit preacher, all hellfire and brimstone. As an adult, I can appreciate where that style of preaching is coming from and what affect it has on my spirit. But, as a seven-year-old, it literally scared the pee out of me and I ran in the opposite direction. I walked a long journey away from Jesus. I couldn’t be an atheist because I knew God. It was this Jesus guy that gave me fits. I rectified that by becoming Jewish for 27 years. It wasn’t till I was 51 that I became a Christian. And, even then, I was a closet Christian.

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I never wanted to be that person. You know, that stereotypical church lady who can’t carry on a conversation without “Praise Jesus” this and “Praise Jesus” that. I’ve since learned you can…and SHOULD…let others know that you are a Christian by the way you act and talk. You can do this without shouting “Hallelujah” in the produce section when the Olathe Sweet Corn arrives. (Although, that actually may be justified!) I took closet Christianity to the extreme though. I was like the Unabomber in my hoodie and shades, being very careful not to expose my true identity. Some of that has fallen away with age. I don’t care as much what people think about me. Mostly it’s a conscious decision.

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I had lunch with a dear friend Thursday. We met at Bob Evans…a busy chain restaurant where I can get a good breakfast any time of the day. We hadn’t seen each other for quite some time so there was much catching up to do. We talked about the kids and our new loves. We chatted about our travels and holiday plans. And we talked liberally about God and our faith walk. It was an easy conversation…the kind of comfort you only find with close friends.

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After about an hour or so, a woman walked over and placed her hand on my arm. “I overheard you talking about the Lord. Thank you! Isn’t He wonderful?” Yes, yes He is. I appreciated the woman’s gesture. She was a true Believer and wanted to share that moment with me. That was fine, but what meant more to me was this…if SHE, as a Believer, overheard our conversation, then there just might have been someone there who may never have had the opportunity to hear someone praising God over hash browns and scrambled eggs.

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Incorporating our love for God into our daily conversations doesn’t have to come in the form of that guy with the sandwich board in front of Taco Bell shouting about the end times. That’s the quickest way to turn people off of any religion, in my humble opinion. I prefer a more organic approach.

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Don’t hide your light under a basket. Let it shine! ❤️

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“Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5:15-16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Today is Veteran’s Day. Every Veteran’s Day, I sent Mr. Virgo a note thanking him for his service. His father was a veteran. His late daughter was a veteran. My dad, my uncle, my first husband, my niece, my late father-in-law…all veterans. Mr. Virgo had military honors at his funeral. I cannot hear taps without feeling a catch in my throat. This time of year brings him closer to the surface.

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The other day, one of my dear friends posted a video. In it, she addressed her friends and family. Her nose was red from crying. She sniffled as tears slowly dripped down her cheeks. This is the angelversary week of her husband’s death. It hits her hard every year and even though it’s been eleven years, she relives his final days over and over. It broke my heart. And, of course, it made me think of Mr. Virgo. His was a sudden death. No warning. No long goodbyes. Thankfully, no suffering. I cannot imagine a lingering death. It crushes me.

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While I haven’t cried for him in quite some time, that doesn’t mean I never will again. It certainly doesn’t mean I’m through with grief and loss. That’s something that is forever imprinted in the fibers of my being. But I will say this…I don’t let myself “go there” very often. I used to meditate on him. I felt it was necessary to purge myself of as many tears as possible to clean out my heart from this terrible pain. When tears wouldn’t come, I would look at a picture of him in his casket taken at the viewing… white turtleneck, ivory sweater, hair carefully combed, glasses missing from the CPR efforts. I know that sounds absolutely macabre, but somehow I needed that pain to burn itself out or the fire was going to consume me. I knew this without a doubt.

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Time and distance has softened Mr. Virgo’s death somehow. It’s like looking at the horizon without my glasses. I see the line…it’s just blurred. If I concentrate, I can bring it back into focus because it’s always there…just beyond where the light spills over. But, something interesting happens when he brushes up against my mind now. When I get close to the memories, I “feel” him instead of “see” him. I mean…literally. While there are some passages in the Bible that allow for a little wiggle room in the idea of “ghosts”, Evangelical Christians believe that we are absent from this place once we die. However, it isn’t far fetched to believe that God may use visions, smells and touch to evoke loving memories of loved ones who have passed.

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The other night, Mr. FixIt and I were talking and he said the sweetest thing. He said, “How can we love each other this much?” Immediately, I felt something brush up over my right arm. It surprised me and I sat very still. I looked down at my arm and thought hard. “Do it again.” I whispered in my mind. And there it was…a distinct “touch”…like static electricity on my right forearm. I smiled and looked up at Mr. FixIt. I don’t know how we can love each other this much, but we do.

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And…I’ve a feeling someone else approves. ❤️

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“We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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OMGosh! I broke my absolute cardinal rule yesterday and…gasp…bought a piece of furniture! I know, I know…you all were with me when I downsized and I absolutely SWORE I would never accumulate “stuff” again. BUT…things are different now. A lot different. I’m not living in a camper, for one thing. For the last three years, my desktop computer has been riding in my camper, under the bed, in an airtight plastic storage tub. There have been numerous times I’ve needed to use it and I have to go out, prop up the bed, haul it out, and put it away when I’m done. Ok, ok…I’m rationalizing. Here’s what happened.

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I had to run to town yesterday for an appointment and on my way back to the house, I saw a sign that said “Grand Opening!” It was a consignment store. Who can pass up a good consignment store, right? My truck pulled in, all on its own. I had no choice but to follow. I browsed around and they had some beautiful pieces of furniture. I was first attracted to an old rolltop desk. It was small, and a little beat up. Mr. FixIt has a nice rolltop desk…much nicer than this one. I went on and looked at other things. When I came back around, I asked the clerk about the desk. He said, “You know, if it were me and I had the room, I’d be looking at this one. Much better piece of furniture.” He opened the doors and the drawers and showed me the solid oak construction. The top opens and there’s a place for the monitor, a drawer for the keyboard, and a separate cabinet for the CPU. It is in two pieces to make it easier to transport. The selling point for me was the price. The piece originally sold for $1800. It had been priced for sale in the consignment shop for $500…a decent price for a sold piece of furniture of this quality. However, it was marked down to $250. So, I own a piece of furniture.

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That’s two pieces, actually. I also own the jelly cupboard in the kitchen at the farm. Oh, and a recliner. Hmmmmm….I am accumulating. Not excessively, but still. It doesn’t feel as scary to put down some roots as it did in the first few years after Mr. Virgo died. I didn’t want to feel a sense of permanence then. Permanence meant real loss when things headed south. I needed to feel untethered…free. I didn’t have the strength to be needed…even by inanimate objects. As long as it fit in my truck and my camper, I was just fine. And like I said, things are different now. A lot of healing has occurred. Time has passed. A relationship has been established. A home is being created. Two homes, actually.

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Mr. FixIt lives exactly twenty-two miles from the farm. He lives on five acres out in the country. He generously shares his space with me. Mi casa es su casa. My house is your house. He is just as comfortable at the farm as I am at his place. And neither of us are giving up our space. We stay a little here, a little there, and then have our own space to retreat to when we need to recharge. It’s the perfect arrangement for the time being. I became very independent after losing Mr. Virgo. While I missed him, certainly…I also came to appreciate the stillness of my own breath. Mr. FixIt and I both like our alone time. Although…truth be told…whenever we are apart, we miss each other terribly. This whole relationship thing is growing on both of us. I suppose, for me, there is still an element of fear deep down inside. That “What if something happened to him” thing. I know I can’t live my life in fear. I won’t. But, there’s something to be said for taking your time in any given situation. After all, there’s no biological time clock ticking here. There’s absolutely nothing to be in a hurry over.

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Mr. FixIt and I have been together for a year now. I was thinking about this yesterday. I’m in a really good place now, emotionally. I haven’t had a “bad night” in a really long time. My anxiety level is at an all time low. I’m comfortable in my own skin. I’m happy. I am blessed. And…I am grateful. God has answered so many prayers. I think I’m just going to go along for the ride and enjoy…everything. Life is so sweet! ❤️

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“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:4-10‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I’ve always loved to sit in front of a nice fire with a cup of tea, a comforter, and a stack of magazines. I haven’t had a stove or fireplace to sit in front of since my youngest was a baby. She’s twenty-seven. We are fortunate to have free gas at the farm so we have a couple ventless gas stoves to ward off the chill in the far reaches of the house. But they don’t look like a wood stove and are situated where sitting near them is impossible. I was delighted when Mr. FixIt showed me his house for the first time. This gas stove sits in the family room and is perfect for getting cozy on a cold, wet November afternoon.

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And it’s a good thing we’re getting cozy today because…we are about to embark on the first real test of our relationship. Painting a room together. We picked up an array of paint samples at the hardware store the other day and sat down with them yesterday. Or rather…I did while Mr. FixIt finished up something he was working on. I looked through the color swatches, booklets, and magazines and all I felt was frustration. You can ask Daughter #1…I’m horrible at choosing colors. I have it in my head what I want but putting it down as a plan that makes any sense eludes me. I spent an inordinate amount of time cross-stitching a quilt pattern for one of my BFF’s one year for Christmas. I had it framed and when it was done…well, let’s just say it looked lovely in her downstairs guest bathroom. I have a horrible time matching colors. My daughter, however, can pick out tea towels to match the accent wall in her kitchen six months after painting it. I couldn’t tell you if it was green or yellow. (It was the color of red grapes, actually. I mean, what IS that?) Anyway, I finally found a picture that showed what I was looking for just as Mr. FixIt walked into the room.

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“How’s it going, my baby?”

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Breathe. Act like you know what you’re doing.

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“Great! What do you think of this? We can do three walls in this color, one accent wall in this darker shade, and the trim in white!”

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I held my breath.

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“I like it!”

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Really? That was easy. Listen, this may very well actually BE the world’s most perfect man!

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We went to town and bought the paint and some supplies we needed. Now comes the challenge of actually painting…together. I’ll keep you apprised how that goes. In the meantime, I sat here in front of this cozy fire with a Rosemary Chicken in the oven, a definite chill in the air, browsing through a stack of my favorite magazines, a nice cup of tea at hand. Honestly, it doesn’t get much better than that!

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Mr. Virgo’s Rosemary Chicken

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Pick out a nice, fat roasting hen. Remove giblets and set to simmer for gravy, if you’re into that sort of thing. Personally, I think innards go in the trash, NOT in my gravy. Rinse the chicken, inside and out and place in a baking dish. Wipe the chicken with extra virgin olive oil. Season with fresh ground pepper, salt, rustic herbs, garlic and crushed rosemary. Place uncovered in a preheated 350 degree oven and bake until golden brown…about an hour and a half to two hours. The leg should be squeezable and when a knife is stuck in between the thigh and breast, the juices should run clear. That’s it, easy peasy. Mr. Virgo and I had this every Sunday. I made it for Mr. FixIt last night for the first time and it was a big hit. If you need a quicker meal, prepare chicken thighs in the same manner but bake 30-45 minutes. Bon Appetite! ❤️

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“May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭119:76‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Mr. Fixit is doing some cleaning up and updating at his house. We make a really good team working on projects together and he is constantly amazed at the things I can do. I think it really shocked him at first when I did jobs around the farm that may have been labeled “men’s work” in an earlier time. He’ll still watch me do something and shake his head. I usually look at him and say “What?!” He’ll laugh and say, “You amaze me, that’s all. You’re a remarkable woman!” I love that. I love being considered a remarkable woman by a man I greatly admire. It makes me feel both feminine and empowered at the same time.

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Somewhere in the midst of moving things around at his house the other day, Mr. Fixit stumbled upon a book called Lists to Live by for Every Married Couple. Even though we aren’t married, we figured since we’re a couple, the book ought to work for us as well. Every evening we sit down and read a few pages and discuss the lists. There are lists of activities to do, things to say, things NOT to say, good habits…you know, common sense things that keep marriages (and couples in relationships) on an even keel as they navigate this journey called life. And even though this isn’t our first rodeo, it’s our first in this particular one, so it doesn’t hurt to read.

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I like that these lists have faith-based items on them. Pray for your partner. Tell your partner you are praying for them. Read the Bible. Go to church. Mr. Fixit hadn’t been to church for thirty-five years until I came along. I never pushed him to go. I just told him that’s where I’d be every Sunday morning. And I was. And one day he said he might go with me every once in awhile. Not every week…but, once in a while. I smiled and said I would love that. Again…no pressure. Then came the Sunday he went with me. Easter, I think. When we came out, his eyes were lit up with a fire! He was so excited. He’d never experienced church like this. He had always fallen asleep in church. THIS church grabbed his attention and kept him engaged the entire service. He’s gone with me every Sunday since unless one or the other of us is traveling.

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This is something new for me, as well. To have someone want to go to church with me every week. To hold my hand during worship and prayer. Someone to sing with me. A voice I recognize praying next to me. This has become a big part of our bonding experience. There should be three people in every relationship…you, your significant other, and God. If both of you keep God at the top of the triangle and you both strive to climb closer to Him…you cannot help but get closer to each other. It’s simple geometry.

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When trouble comes into our life, either in the form of tragedy in the news or something that affects us on a more personal level, we remember that God wraps us in His feathers and we can find refuge there. We needn’t be afraid of the things of the world. I watched the news again last night and saw the follow up stories surrounding the shooting in Texas. I watched the mother, the pastor’s wife, whose fourteen year old daughter was killed. I saw her model grace in the wake of an unspeakable loss. And this verse came to me. What a remarkable example of trust. Of faith. Of absolute assurance she will see her child again. I was in awe.

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My heart is with those mourning losses today. My prayer is they will find refuge under His wings. ❤️

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“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭91:4-5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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It seems like yesterday when I traced the delicate shell of my first baby’s ear. She was so tiny at just over five pounds. I was terrified I would break her. That was forty-three years ago. Twenty-seven years ago, I did the same thing with my second daughter. Thirteen years have passed since my first grandchild was in my arms and ten since I cradled her little sister. I thought it would be a long time before I got to hold a little baby again. But, along with Mr. FixIt came a brand new great grandchild and I’m in love all over again!

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Oh, this makes me ache for Big and Little…my sweet grand daughters in Colorado. I won’t get to see them till Christmastime. They are growing so fast…and without me. This is the hard part…the only downside…of living in West Virginia. Being so far away from my family. I wish I could tie a rope around Colorado and a rope around West Virginia and pull them closer together. My heart has two homes and sometimes it really hurts when I’m away from those I love. Holding this little sweet thing (who I am SURE is going to call me Gigi!) brings me all kinds of feels.

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We had a first yesterday. Our first dinner party together was quite successful. I used that electric pressure cooker again. This time I cooked a pork roast. Mr. Virgo only wanted pork roasts actually ROASTED in the over with EVO, garlic salt and pepper. I seared this roast in a hot skillet then placed it on a bed of sliced onions in the bottom of that pressure cooker, sprinkled it with fresh ground salt, pepper, rustic herbs and garlic and two cups of water. I cooked it on high for 45 minutes then turned it off and let the pressure come down on its own. I opened it and checked the meat and it wasn’t quite tender enough. I cooked it another 45 minutes (it was a big roast) and released the pressure. I let the roast rest in its juices while I made mashed potatoes, fried sauerkraut, green beans, fried apples and hot rolls. When the guests arrived, I tore off chunks of the roast with a fork and served it with the rest of the fixings on the side. It was wonderful and we all had a fun evening filled with fellowship and laughter.

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In case you forgot, daylight saving time is over. Turn your clocks back an hour. Have a blessed Sunday, dear ones. ❤️

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“Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is.”\n‭‭1 John‬ ‭3:2‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Some very observant readers picked up on something in my picture yesterday. My inbox lit up like a Christmas tree! I didn’t answer the questions directly and suggested they come back today to read my post. I love a little mystery. What was it they saw? A ring…a shiny ring…on my left hand!!! squeeeee

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Yes, I have a ring! And in all fairness, so does Mr. FixIt. I gave him his first though. So here’s how it went down, what it means, and how we’re feeling about it.

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Early in the year, just a couple months after Mr. FixIt and I started seeing each other, we found out there was something wrong with his blood. The initial thoughts were he had leukemia. Suffice it to say, we were both pretty devastated about it. After all, we just “found” each other again after 45 years. It would be terribly tragic to turn around and lose him, too. He had more tests run and they were worse, so we went for a bone marrow biopsy.

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We had been talking about a life long commitment but that’s as far as it had gone. Then the blood thing came up. I wanted some way, some outward sign that would show Mr. FixIt that…no matter what the results of this bone marrow biopsy, I was in this for the long haul. I didn’t want him to worry or be afraid. I happened upon a beautiful gentlemen’s ring and in a moment of impulse, I bought it. We were leaving for the hospital when I pulled out the box and told him I wanted him to know…good or bad…I’m not going anywhere. I thought he was going to cry. He knew I was sticking with him, but the gesture was not lost on him. He asked if this meant we were engaged. Smiling, I said, “Halfway.”

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One evening we were going out to dinner with friends and I stopped by Mr. FixIt’s to get ready. I was sitting out front when he came home. He said, “Oh! You’re wearing my favorite dress!” I stood up and twirled around. He had a concerned look on his face and I thought. “Uh-oh. Somethings wrong.” He looked at me and said the dress was missing something. Something sparkly. Then he gave me this beautiful ring!

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Here’s where it gets complicated. This is the most personal I’ll ever get about our relationship. I don’t want to get married again. At least, not in the conventional way. I’ve had three husbands. That’s two other women’s quotas. It has nothing to do with how much I love Mr. FixIt…or Mr. Virgo, for that matter. When women of a certain age become widows, they qualify for “widow’s benefits”. If they get married, they lose that. Things don’t work in the widow’s favor in this regard. Therefore, a lot of very long engagements take place in my age bracket. And that’s just fine.

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From a faith standpoint, it slays me that women are forced to lose income in order to\ndo what God says to do. Someone said to me…”Well, you aren’t trusting God to provide.” To which my answer is…maybe He already provided. Maybe those widow’s benefits ARE his answer to prayer. The Lord takes care of those who help themselves. To me, it would be crazy to throw away money He had provided.

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Long engagements are still in vogue. I will be here for the long haul. The rest is a matter of semantics. So, no…there’s no date set. No fanfare. No hoopla. Just love. Lots and lots of love…always and forever. I’m sure I’ll be talking to God about it when I get to Heaven. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long conversation! ❤️

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Edit: He still has an abnormality which they have determined is not leukemia. They still don’t know what it is. We have to repeat the tests in six months. I’m sorry. I was writing this late and missed that piece.

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“…..may you ever be intoxicated with her love.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭5:19‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Three thousand seven hundred sixty-four. That’s how many days came between these two pictures. On the left, the day I married Mr. Virgo. Is it any wonder that handsome man wanted to marry me??? Look at that fresh face, smooth skin, dark hair with just a smattering of gray. Where are the wrinkles around my mouth? Where is all the proof of my sorrow and my joy?

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It was a warm spring day stuck smack dab between storms. They shoveled the snow off the balcony so we could get married outside. I had shopped and shopped for the perfect dress, finally finding it on eBay for $45! It was too big so my friend took it in for me. I loved the beads on the silk with hand painted flowers. I thought I looked like a million bucks!

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If I had it to do over again, I would have had Mr. Virgo plan the wedding. While it was lovely, it wasn’t until the honeymoon when he reminded me this is what he does for a living. I hadn’t even thought of that. I was just so darned excited to be marrying this great guy, I just barreled through like a bull in a china shop. I asked him why he didn’t say something, and in his sweet, self-deprecating way, he told me, “Sweetheart, it really is all about you. You were having so much fun with it, I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.” I started to ask him what he would have done differently and I know he would have said, “Nothing, baby doll. Not a thing.” Because, that’s the kind of guy he was.

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We stood before some seventy-five or so of our family and friends and shared our vows. We promised to always be there. Till death do us part. We had no idea at the time it would only be five years, eleven months, and five days till the unthinkable happened and he was gone.

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There is joy on that face on the left. Fresh with the wonder of love and a wedding and music and dancing and cake! Fast forward a decade and look…that face has aged. It has seen indescribable loss. The eyes have shed a river of tears. The hair has a lot of glitter in it. And, there is also joy on that face on the right. Fresh with the wonder of love and music and camping and great barbecue and the handsome man taking my picture….my life companion. The woman on the right is wiser. Older chronologically, but not in her heart. While I lost so much when I lost Mr. Virgo…I ended up gaining in the end. I have a much greater sense of adventure. I’m not so “in the box” as I used to be. I got out from under crushing debt and the weight of long held worldly goods. I figured out what’s really important in life. I’m SO different now than I was then.

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I am relieved to be this far down the road of this grief journey. The pictures I have of those weeks, months, years break my heart. I try not to think about the possibilities of having to walk that path again but I’m realistic enough to know it can happen. I know I could survive it again if I had to. But, for now…I think I’ll just hang on and go for the ride. The best is yet to be! I’m becoming a crone! ❤️

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“The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.””\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭2:18‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Sunday’s sermon was amazing, as usual, and I am always compelled to share my impressions. Pastor Justin Enoch of The Warehouse Church delivers a passionate message every Sunday that really speaks to me. I love this church! It’s contemporary, has a great praise team, and speaks to my spirit week after week. As I was driving to church Sunday, I felt this delightful anticipation that made me smile. I’ve never known a church where people are SO excited to attend. They give you “high fives” as you enter and as you leave. They hold up signs in the parking lot that say “So glad you’re here!” and “You can sit with us!” It is a reaching church and welcomes everyone, no matter where they are in their lives. I love that.

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“If you only knew…” This was the title of Sunday’s sermon. How many times have you said…”If I only knew then what I know now…”? Pastor Justin used the example of the oil and gas industry. If he had only known about the development that was going to come, he would have thrown everything he had into the pot and bought all this land for pennies on the dollar that has now created so many “Mailbox Millionaires”. We live our lives this way. The enemy feeds on this. He whispers into our lives and makes us fearful of the future, worried about today, and ashamed of the past. If you take up the spoon and eat what you’re being fed, you’ll soon starve to death. Your spirit will be hungry…for what, it has no clue. So you seek to find something that fills you up. Drugs, alcohol, sex, pornography, shopping…anything to fill up that hole in your spirit.

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Pastor Justin goes on to ask how many of us love “free refills”. Hands go up all over the sanctuary. We do! We love to have that bottomless cup of coffee at the diner or the unlimited soup and salad at Olive Garden. We want something for nothing. God offers us unlimited, bottomless cup, free refills for all eternity…refills of love. If you only knew how much He loves you. If you were the only person on this earth, He would still have sacrificed His Son for you. That kind of love is unfathomable. You can’t earn it. You can’t buy it. He gives it freely. And when He does, you cannot help but be changed.

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There is an East Indian saying that says, “No matter how far you have gone down the wrong path, turn around.” You have to make choices in your faith walk. If you are struggling with addiction, you can’t get clean and play in the same playground you did before. You have to make changes. God offers his love freely, but we have to show up and suit up and play the game. What if you put that passion and drive and love and attention you put into anything that takes you off the right path and turned it towards God? What if, instead of running to the bottle or the needle or the charge card or the relationship, you ran towards Jesus? Whoa. That blew me away.

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Free refills…unconditional love, free for the taking. I’ll fill my cup at the well that serves Living Water and my cup will never be empty. I ran into a gal in Harrisville yesterday. I hadn’t seen her in about a year. She looked at me and said, “You look so rested, so peaceful.” I am…for a number of reasons. My cup is filled every day by a living, loving God. I have healthy, happy children and grandchildren. My brother is stable and happy and living a fulfilling life. I live in the country in the home of my heart. And, I’m in love with a wonderful man. I am wealthy beyond all imagination. I may not have a boatload of money…but I’m richer than I have ever been in my entire life.

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Twelve years ago today a tall, silver-haired gentleman with piercing blue eyes and a disarming smile walked into my needlework shop in Glenwood Springs and changed my life forever. I am so grateful for that. I am so grateful I had that kind of unconditional love and that I have it again. I am so grateful for this life! My prayer today is that you are richly blessed in your own lives. ❤️

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“Jesus answered, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.””\n‭‭John‬ ‭4:13-14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I sat in the big leather chair yesterday and gazed around this circle of marvelous, beautiful women I have the honor of calling my friends. We all graduated from high school together…could it really be forty-six years ago??? We’re a diverse group. Some were jocks in high school. Some were wallflowers. Actresses. Musicians. Artists. Dancers. Some were heavy into books. Some were heavy into boys. We were shy…and we weren’t. We were scared…and we weren’t. And look at us now. These raven-haired beauties have glitter on their crowns now…whether we choose to show it or not.

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What is age but a number and an attitude? I haven’t climbed all these mountains to ignore the view. I worked hard to get up here. I got knocked down a few times. (Haven’t we all?) But, I kept on climbing because the view is pretty magnificent from this side of sixty. I don’t want to be young. I’ve been young. I don’t want to lose the character lines on my face. I’ve had alabaster skin. I don’t want to be skinny. I’ve worried about my tummy for the very last time. What I haven’t been is sixty-five and seventy-eight and ninety-two.

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When Mr. Virgo died, I truly thought my life was over. In a way, it was. THAT life was. But I got a new life…whether I wanted it or not. I built it to suit me. Stripping away to the foundation of your soul takes great courage. My mantra every day was a whimper…”Move forward…move forward…move forward.” From a whimper to a whisper to a shout, joy was my carrot on a stick. Did I ever dream I’d find love again? I did at some point. I can guarantee it took a while to get there. Did I ever dream I’d find a love like THIS again? Oh, h*** no! Is it better than what I had with Mr. Virgo? It’s different…as it should be. I wasn’t looking to “replace” my husband. I was looking to enhance my life with joy, and Mr. FixIt brings that and then some.

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I don’t want to be anything but what I am because if I lose focus on sixty-four, I’ll miss it. I want to be present with my breath and my heartbeat…my bones and marrow. I want to feel my muscles move as I strive to continually improve them. I want to taste my food. I want to smell sunshine on fresh sheets. No…I don’t want to be young. I want to be me…at every stage. I want to make aging my canvas…my art…my muse. ❤️

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“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭16:31‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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It was twenty-seven degrees here at the farm yesterday morning when I sent Mr. FixIt off on a guys trip to North Carolina. This leaves me on my own till Sunday night. I love this man…I truly do. AND, I love my alone time on occasion, so I’m sitting here in the dining room, in front of Grandma’s favorite window, classical music playing softly in the background. It is lovely outside…nearly sixty degrees, sunny, the last of the autumn leaves clinging desperately to the branches like quivering field mice bracing for winter’s chill. It is warm and cozy in this little, old farmhouse and I’m snug as a bug in a rug.

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The other day I told you I was making pot roast in the pressure cooker. That night after dinner, I added a can of green beans, a small can of sliced carrots, a can of diced tomatoes, and the leftover potatoes from dinner to the crock pot. When I say “‘crock pot” and “pressure cooker”, I am talking about the same appliance that also is a steamer. When I got rid of most of my belongings and moved into the camper, I didn’t want to be without the conveniences of my kitchen appliances and there wasn’t room for everything. That’s when I ran across this wonderful gizmo that does it all. It’s not very big, but its big enough for two and leftovers aplenty.

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I put the soup on and frankly…I forgot all about it till I was heading to bed. I came into the kitchen to lock the back door and noticed it was still cooking. Too hot to put in the fridge, I took the soup…pot and all…out to my truck and set it inside for the night as the temperature got down into the thirties. The next morning, I skimmed off the fat and plugged it back in to have ready for lunch. It was wonderful!

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Mr. FixIt was heading into town after lunch to help his ex with something. I sent him off with a container of soup and some crackers for her. Why cater to the needs of an ex-wife? Because…divorce may change a relationship status, but you can still be family. There is Christian loving-kindness to be considered. She is moving this week into her first home of her own. I remember what that was like after my divorce. I wanted her to know she is loved and cared for. It is the same love and kindness extended toward me from my exes’ wives. You can be bitter and angry and full of resentment with a divorce. Or, you can embrace the new member into the family circle. I know that doesn’t work for everyone, but I choose love. I always choose love. ❤️

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“We love because he first loved us.”\n‭‭1 John‬ ‭4:19‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I have really been getting into nostalgia lately. The other day I shared my Pinterest page of Childhood Memories. When I have a few minutes, I go on and add a few more. It’s interesting how Pinterest works. When you click on something, you soon see more and more pins in that category and it’s been a fun walk down Memory Lane. Some of the memories I could do without, though.

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Eventually, I started seeing ads…legitimate ads…that reminded me of a time before “political correctness” became de rigueur. Ads about keeping women in their “place”. Ads about making little girls feel less unacceptable by dressing them in Chubettes. Ads about keeping slim for your man by taking amphetamines or gaining weight if you’re too skinny in order to be more attractive to the opposite sex. It makes my blood boil that generations of women…including my own…were made to feel “less than”. To be objectified…categorized…scrutinized. Ads like this one. I mean, seriously…what is this even about? What are they saying? “Wear these stylin’ kicks and your woman will worship the ground you walk on. As an added bonus, she’ll do it fabric free!”

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Finally…finally, finally, finally…these kinds of ads fell out of fashion. It became considered to be in poor taste to openly objectify women. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t still happen…it most certainly does as is evidenced by current events being reported. People of power often take advantage of those seen to be beneath them or weaker than they. Hopefully, this is a gut check and might strike a more even balance of power in the future.

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I was visiting one of the “widow pages” I frequent on Facebook the other day. The topic of one post was regarding the Hollywood actresses who went back to their abuser in order to get another part. She couldn’t understand how a woman could do that. This smacked dangerously close to blaming the victim so I had to step into the fray and offer my two cents. It IS difficult to understand how a woman could go back to the same circumstances and risk abuse again. That is, until you try to look through her lens. She’s an actress. It’s what she does. She depends on the power brokers of Hollywood to promote her, hire her, give her a break. The power broker knows this. He is emboldened…drunk with his position to make or break the careers of nubile young coeds. She (or he, as the case may be…actors are not exempt to abuse) knows what will happen if she is blackballed in Hollywood. She might as well go back to the Midwest or wherever she came from and get a job, because she or he will never work in Hollywood again. Everyone knows this. They just didn’t talk about it. And, finally…somebody told. The hoopla over it all will die down with the next news cycle but maybe some meaningful change will occur.

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We’ve come a long way, to be sure and there’s so much further to go. I understand people’s frustration with “political correctness”…sometimes even I think it can be excessive. But, when I was growing up, it was called being polite, doing the right thing, showing respect. The Golden Rule. Good manners. And there’s nothing wrong with exercising plenty more of that. ❤️

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“For the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” But if you bite and devour one another, watch out that you are not consumed by one another.”\n‭‭Galatians‬ ‭5:14-15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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In 1982, Hubby #2 and I moved into an old brick bungalow that had been the farmhouse before the area around it was developed. It was drafty and poorly insulated. Three quarters of the basement was bare dirt floor. The brick support pillars down there were crumbling and frankly, it was a pretty scary place. But the rest of the house was charming. Dark hardwood floors and built-in storage, tall ceilings and a sun porch, large windows you could fling wide open to catch the cool evening breeze…it was the closest I had come to living in an actual farmhouse since I’d left home at the tender age of twenty.

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Hubby #2 was in medical school when we moved into this rental. Even though it was a farmhouse, it was on a very busy street in east Denver. I had a big garden and flower beds everywhere. We grew as much of our own food as we could and I was very much into Mother Earth News. I made our bread, yogurt, granola and tofu. What I couldn’t grow, I bought at the neighborhood farmer’s market. I canned dozens of jars of green beans, pickles, tomatoes, jams and jellies in my huge country kitchen which looked very similar to this one.

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I have a total obsession with these porcelain farmhouse sinks. There’s nothing better for canning than one of these babies. The sink was huge and deep…perfect for washing large quantities of fruits and vegetables. A water bath canner could sit right down into the sink for easy filling. And two dishpans fit perfectly side by side for washing and rinsing dishes. My grandma’s farmhouse doesn’t have one of these sinks but I imagine the first one I ever saw was in West Virginia. I run across them every so often here but haven’t found just the right one. The laminate on the countertops in the farm kitchen is lifting and needs to be replaced. I’m thinking if I ever do that, this kind of sink is going in. The plumbing under the sink is getting pretty fragile so when it goes, it’ll be a perfect opportunity to do a little updating. It is, to be sure, just an earthly tent…but the home of my earthly heart.

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Speaking of plumbing, remember when I told you about leaving the bath water running and getting distracted by a phone call? I actually ran the well dry and this terrible, black water started coming out of the faucet. I spoke with one of the locals here and he said this hard water gunks up the insides of the pipes just like cholesterol in your arteries. When I let the well run dry, the “spurting” of air and water essentially roto-rootered the plumbing. Before that, the water smelled and tasted awful. Now, while I don’t think I’d drink a glass of it, I can stand to brush my teeth with it…but only after I tested the water. It’s hard, and slightly alkaline, but there’s no lead, pesticides, or bacteria. It’s really amazing the difference in the quality, before and after.

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The pot roast from yesterday was wonderful and is in a crockpot for vegetable soup today. It’s cold and rainy and we were expecting our first hard freeze last night. It’s time to get out the jeans and sweaters and boots and jackets. The only thing missing is a fireplace but this old house is all wood and I wouldn’t dare have one. We did change out the stove in the bathroom yesterday with one that has a thermostat. Now it shuts off and on rather than being way too hot or freezing with the manual shutoff.

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The fire in Parkersburg is dying down but still has smoldering hotspots. More information is being released about the owners and what they were doing in there. And, more importantly, what they WEREN’T doing…like correcting past environmental and safety violations. The owner, who has at least four other of these warehouses in the area packed with God knows what, is conveniently out of the country at the moment. Fines had been levied against them for these violations to the tune of $80,000…$60,000 of which remains unpaid. They’re still evaluating the air quality results. The first class action lawsuit was filed Monday. And the circus begins. I pray for the first responders and the folks who live nearby and in the path of the smoke cloud, which shifted continually with the direction of the wind. I pray this gets sorted out quickly. I hear Erin Brokovich has been alerted. I hope that helps. ❤️

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“For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling, if indeed by putting it on we may not be found naked. For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:1-5‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Today’s the day…time for the first “comfort food” meal of fall. Mr. FixIt and I have been working at our respective homes a lot the last week or so and haven’t had a day at home for a while. Today is trash day. It’s “install the new bathroom heater because we bought one without a thermostat, oh my gosh, what were we thinking” day. It’s a day to reconnect and play cards and visit. Today is “Pot Roast Day”. I’m pretty sure it’s a national holiday.

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I love pot roast. I love a good bone-in pot roast but haven’t seen one of them in a grocery store for years. Mr. Virgo always said the flavor of meat comes from the bone, but everything seems to be boneless anymore. My grandma used to can beef. On Sundays, she’d go get a couple quarts of canned beef, drain it, dredge the chunks of tender meat in seasoned flour and fry it in butter. Makes my swoon to think of it. You could cut it with a knife and it literally melted in your mouth. A nice brown gravy, mashed potatoes, green beans, and buttered bread made the BEST Sunday supper ever!

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It’s cold today. It was supposed to get down to 32 last night with a high today of only 47. It rained like crazy yesterday and there was graupel associated with it. Graupel occurs when supercooled water droplets freeze onto snowflakes. It looks like tiny hail, but it’s soft. It’s common in Colorado but this is the first time I’ve seen it here in West Virginia. We’ll have snow before we know it. I’m getting there, but I’m not ready yet. The mower and the summer garden tools have been put away and the porches are cleared off. Progress is being made!

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I heard a great horned owl last night. Can Halloween be far behind? Have a happy Wednesday, dear ones! ❤️

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“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, day and night, shall not cease."”\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭8:22‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Mr. FixIt and I go to church every Sunday. It has become the center of our relationship and sets the tone for the rest of the week. It helps us keep our focus on God first. This is the first time in my life that I can go to church with my love every single week. I love it!

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We went to the noon service yesterday and decided to drive over in Ohio to a flea market we’ve had our eye on. Really, the only thing there I felt was worth going for was a really awesome antique store. They had a lot of beautiful pieces of furniture at very reasonable prices. But the one thing that really caught my eye was the Soapbox Derby racer. It was obviously sponsored by someone out of Zanesville…a rather large town east of Columbus on I-70. It brought back such fond memories.

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I have some cousins on my dad’s side of the family through my dad’s youngest brother. When I was growing up, my mom used to take us to their house several times a week. My cousins were older than me so we weren’t terribly close. But I adored my aunt. She was always fifty years ahead of her time. She did great projects with her kids. One year they actually built canoes and studied the currents in the Ohio River. They built a putt-putt golf course in their yard. They went scuba diving and water skiing. I was enthralled with all of them. They were larger than life. I remember feeling honored when I got their hand-me-downs.

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One year, the passion-du-jour was the Soapbox Derby. In typical fashion, my aunt sat down with the kids and researched and pored over ever bit of engineering information they could get their hands on. And they meticulously built the perfect racer. And, of course, my cousin won. They always won everything they put their minds to. One year, there was a treasure hunt. The grand prize was a Ford Pinto. They won. They were awesome.

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When I saw that racer in the antique store, it made me think of other toys and things of my childhood. I went on my Pinterest page and created a board called “Childhood Memories” and…holy cats! So many cool pics popped up. Things I had totally forgotten about, like those colorful pens you could buy as souvenirs with a scene in a water-filled tube. There would be something like a boat or an airplane that would move through the water when you tilted the pen. I found a TV that was just like our first one. There was our phone, and my skate key, and colored toilet paper and the black and white sign-off screen when the station went off the air at night.

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If you’re interested, you can check out my Pinterest boards at https://pin.it/h0vDp2x\nI have all kinds of boards on there. Pinterest is addictive, though…quite a time suck if you let it. I have to limit myself or I could lose hours in there!

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I’m having coffee with some of my high school friends today…one of which I haven’t seen in nearly fifty years. Talk about bringing back childhood memories! I hope you have a great start to your week! ❤️

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“And the streets of the city shall be full of boys and girls playing in its streets.”\n‭‭Zechariah‬ ‭8:5‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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#childhood, #memories, #soapboxderby

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I finally broke down and got Amazon Prime. Living out here in the boonies makes shopping difficult sometimes…especially in winter. And, while I try to buy local at every opportunity, there are things that I’m not willing to compromise on like saving money. Prime gives you free two day shipping. It pays for itself quickly. Also, I love the music channel. I can ask Alexis to play “Kari Jobe” or “Contemporary Christian Rock” and she gets right to it.

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I’ve told you before but, since downsizing, I’m very careful about what I accumulate. It would be very easy to let things get out of control. If I run across something I think I might need, I jot it down on a list in my iPhone. If I haven’t thought of it in a couple of weeks, I figure I don’t need it and take it off the list. When I get four or five items on the list, I go on Amazon and put them in my cart but I don’t actually buy them. If I haven’t bought them in a week or two, I re-evaluate whether I really need that particular item. Often, my fascination with it wanes or I figure out how to use something I already have.

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I placed an order this week and the UPS man backed up my driveway this afternoon. Four boxes arrived and it felt like Christmas! I ordered some probiotics for the best price around. I bought Lisa Mora’s book called Vintage Trailer Style. (I’ve been eyeing it for months. Cute camper ideas.) I ordered a microwaveable corn bag to warm my feet up at night. I have a barley one but cannot find it anywhere. And I bought a small gas stove for the bathroom. You may remember I replaced the stove in there in the spring, but we got the thing hooked up before we realized the stove had no thermostat. I thought we’d get by, but a stove that runs all the time soon has this little house WAY too hot! This new stove is exactly like the other one but with a thermostat. We’ll get that installed this weekend…another winter prep job.

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I mowed the yard yesterday. I put the mower away in the barn so hopefully I won’t have to drag it out again this fall. I mulched the leaves into the lawn for extra fertilizer. I covered the air conditioner with heavy plastic for winter. I got the lawn chairs put away in the basement and worked on the back porch. It has become a catch all this summer and it was getting out of control. Still didn’t get the cat beds fixed yet. As I was writing this last night, Old Mama Kitty knocked one of the beds off the table and onto the cement porch floor. It sounded like a bear was getting into a trash can. I jumped and looked out the back door. When I went out, poor Mama came running like she needed me to save her from that big, bad plastic tub. ?

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We’re supposed to have good weather this weekend and rain comes Monday. There’s a meteor shower this weekend. Get away from the city lights to someplace dark and enjoy Morher Nature’s fireworks. ❤️

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“Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.”\n‭‭Colossians‬ ‭3:23‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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#UPS, #cleanhouse, #farmlife

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I’m a coffee drinker but I can’t have it after about noon or I’ll be counting the spots on the ceiling all night. I can drink tea at night without a problem. Now that the weather is getting cooler, I share tea time with Mr. FixIt every evening. He catches up with the news on his phone. I sit here on the sofa, write my post and schedule it for 4:00 in the morning so you can read it when you have YOUR cuppa.

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I always liked tea, even as a young girl. But, I really got into it when I lived in England. I learned to drink it with cream and a side of “digestive biscuits”…England’s counterpart for graham crackers. I bought a Brown Betty while I was there…a sturdy, brown, earthenware teapot that keeps your tea at a proper temperature for quite some time. I was taught to put in a teaspoon of loose leaf tea per cup and add one for the pot. I poured my cream into the pot then fresh, boiling water. I let it steep till it was the color I like and poured it through a strainer to removed the leaves.

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I had my first child in the Royal Berkshire Maternity Hospital. My physician was Mr. Stalabrass (certain physicians are referred to as Mr. in Britain, or at least that’s the way it was forty-three years ago.) I had pre-eclampsia and had to be in the hospital for a week before I had the baby. Every afternoon, an aide would take your lunch tray, close the curtains and the door, and settle you in for a nap. Two hours later, she would come back with a warm face cloth and a tea tray…a lovely pot of tea, finger sandwiches, and sweets. It was divine! They should do that everywhere.

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I am working double time trying to give this house a deep cleaning before winter sets in. The water here at the farm is hard and has a lot of iron in it. It turns the porcelain dark brown and takes a great deal of elbow grease to get clean. I discovered a wonderful product called Zap. The tub hasn’t been this white since I was a kid and they installed running water in this house. Seriously…it’s probably some horrid chemical, but the bathroom looks great!

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I have to tackle the outside next, scrub the porches, and get the kitty beds ready for cold weather. But, first…another spot of tea! ❤️

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“Take a lesson from the ants, you lazybones. Learn from their ways and become wise! Though they have no prince or governor or ruler to make them work, they labor hard all summer, gathering food for the winter. But you, lazybones, how long will you sleep? When will you wake up? A little extra sleep, a little more slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest— then poverty will pounce on you like a bandit; scarcity will attack you like an armed robber.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭6:6-11‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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Of all the comments I get on my blog posts, by far the most common is “It’s good to know I’m not alone.” When Mr. Virgo died, I felt like the only person on the planet. No one could possibly understand what I was feeling. I didn’t know how to find resources to help me feel better. I didn’t know who to turn to. I tried reading grief books but I couldn’t read. I couldn’t get beyond a sentence or two before my mind exploded. My family and friends were wonderful…don’t get me wrong. But I was sure even they couldn’t really get it because they hadn’t walked this particular path.

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I reached out through this page as much for me as I did for you. Maybe more so. And we both found out we’re not alone in this. That was HUGE for me. Knowing others were having the same or similar experiences gave me courage.

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I scroll through my files of pictures often for inspiration. Sometimes a particular photo will jump out at me and that’s the one I go with for my next post. Last night, it was this one. Mr. Virgo…big smile, twinkling eyes, and that shock of silver hair…in the afternoon sunshine at Rocky Mountain National Park on a day much like today. We had gone for a drive to view the elk and the bright yellow gold of the aspen leaves quaking in the breeze. It was a perfect day. As I scrolled through the photos and saw this one, two things happened. My heart squeezed for a few seconds. And I smiled. The smile is good. The squeeze in my heart still takes my breath away because it takes me by surprise.

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I had a beautiful day yesterday. It was a day much like the one in this picture. The sky was a brilliant cerulean blue. The temperature was reasonable in the high sixties, low seventies. I was with the man that I love. We had a really busy and full day winterizing another of the four campers. Lunch out. A granddaughter’s softball game. A trip to the Piggly Wiggly. A day. Just a normal day in a life. Some would say it was nothing special. I beg to differ…it was.

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Why was yesterday special? Because I get to love again. I get to look in another human being’s beautiful eyes and see love in return. Because I get to love…a lot. I get to love both of my ex-husbands and that great cowboy I dated for awhile. I get to love Mr. Virgo. And…I get to love Mr. FixIt. That is so special. I can still love all of them because I stretched my heart and made room

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“I am not alone” has taken on a new meaning now. I’ll never take that for granted. ❤️

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“fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭41:10‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Have you ever gone on Google Earth and looked at the places you know? I remember one winter day before Mr. Virgo died. I was missing home…the dense, green woods and dusky purple mountains of West Virginia. Google Earth was still relatively new and they had just added the “street view” feature. I plugged in the address for Grandma’s farm, clicked on the little man icon, and…viola! I was “standing” in front of the farmhouse! I was SO excited! I quickly moved the map so I could “drive” down the two-lane blacktop the three miles, taking in every turn, house, and tree. It was mesmerizing. I could “go home” anytime I wanted to! I have “traveled” to Paris to see the Eiffel Tower, London to ogle Big Ben, Rome to see the ancient ruins…all from the comfort of the easy chair in my living room.

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The other night, Mr. FixIt was doing a little virtual traveling and he stumbled upon this. TOW-Wanda! MY camper…sitting right where I park her in the summer! I know approximately when this was. This is mostly uber cool…and, a little bit spooky in a Big-Brother-is-watching-you sort of way. It’s a good thing there was no nude sunbathing going on…for a vast number of reasons! ?

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This satellite photo was taken about fifteen months after Mr. Virgo died. I had been full-timing in my camper for about seven months at this point. I was interviewed yesterday for another episode of Janine Pettit’s Girl Camper podcast. This time we talked about full-timing…dream vs. reality. I’ll post a link when it goes live.

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Living on the farm has been such a treat that I’ve hardly thought about whether I miss all that time I spent on the road. The answer is yes…and no. Could I do that again? Yes! Would I? Maybe. I’m a lot more awake and aware now than I was back then. Grief brain may have clouded my judgement sometimes. But I’ve never regretted having that time alone out in the wilderness and backroads. I was so free and life was pared down to the bare essentials. There’s something to be said for simplicity. Janine asked me if I ever found myself lonely and I’m not sure I properly answered. I’m a people person. I’m gregarious and thrive in a place where I can have regular contact with people I know and love…friends and family that love me for who I am and I can let my hair down. I think that was the driving force behind allowing the Siren Song of the farm to lure me into planting some roots…at least for a while. And now…I have Mr. FixIt. We both love to travel and we never stay put for too long. But I’m looking forward to some nesting this winter. That’s the goodness of fall…it invites us to put another log on the fire, brew a nice cup of tea, and read a good book. The campers are put away for the season and I’m ready to be a homebody for a while. ❤️

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“By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭24:3-4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Stories,Today’s post is a link to my most recent installment of “Getting Bolder” on the Sisters on the Fly blog. ❤️

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www.sistersonthefly.com/getting-b…

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“Since we have such a hope, we are very bold,”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭3:12‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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We couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful day for football yesterday. It was HOT…about 84…and not a cloud in the sky. The stadium was sold out and the crowd was great. West Virginia clearly got our butts whipped the first half. Frustrating calls, penalty flags out the wazoo, and eleven points down definitely put a damper on things. I was thinking to myself (ok…I MAY have said it out loud) that maybe college football games weren’t my thing. Mr. FixIt looked at me and said, “It’s not over yet…you just wait.” As if he somehow held a crystal ball and knew a change was coming.

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The halftime show was cool. The alumni band played because it was homecoming and they mentioned my friend Karen Nutter Ali as being the oldest alumni member playing. They crowned the homecoming king and queen. I ran into someone I knew. Then…the magic happened. The Mountaineers came out on the field looking less like an aberrant junior high school team and more like a well-oiled machine. Far less flags flew in the second half as the ’eers finally settled down and got it together. Down eleven points as they left the field at the half, they ended up trouncing Texas Tech 46-35 to win the game. They always play John Denver’s “Almost Heaven” at the end of every game but the atmosphere is electric when sung in victory. My heart swelled and I teared up as I sang along with 65,000 Mountaineer fans. It was glorious!

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After the game, we joined Mr. FixIt’s family for a tailgate party. I’m just now meeting more of his family and it was great fun! The meatball sliders I made were a big hit. Here’s the recipe.

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www.jessicagavin.com/grandmas-…

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Note: I used three pounds of ground beef so I added a little extra of the other ingredients to compensate. I also used jar sauce but added two cans of fire-roasted diced tomatoes and about a cup and a half of diet blackberry flavored fizzy water for a sweet kick. I used packaged hot rolls from the grocery store, cut them in half, added a meatball, a little sauce, and some shredded mozzarella cheese and topped with the other half of the roll to make a little sandwich. I arranged the sliders in two disposable aluminum baking pans. I brushed the tops with a little melted butter and sprinkled the top lightly with garlic salt, covered with foil and baked them at 375 until the cheese was melted. Yield: 24 sliders. These were SO good! I’ll definitely make them again.

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❤️

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“Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭13:8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Disclaimer: This may be a trigger subject with some. It is dreadfully sad but it touched my heart and I wanted to share with you. It is about the Holocaust and Forgiveness.

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Eva Kor was a young child when she and her twin were torn from their family upon arrival at Auschwitz, never to see them again. Under the direction of Dr. Mengele, they were both subjected to medical experiments that nearly killed them. By sheer will, they fought to survive and were liberated by Russian forces.

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For fifty years, Eva held on to her position of “victim”…and rightly so. Her life had been forever altered in ways we cannot even begin to comprehend. She is all that is left of her family. As the 50th Anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz approached, she awoke one morning with an idea. What if she could forgive someone. She was often called upon to speak and recalled a Nazi doctor that had been at Auschwitz. She had met him at a conference. She figured he may still be alive so she found his phone number and worked up the courage to call him. I’ll let you watch the video and see how she found it in her heart to forgive the most heinous of acts.

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youtu.be/gdgPAetNY…

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We speak a lot here about forgiveness. Anger, bitterness, and resentment are the poisons we take hoping they will affect our enemies. Our enemies don’t care if we are eaten alive inside by negative emotions. They are going on with their lives in the nature of enemies…unknowing, uncaring. If my Lord and Savior has forgiven me of my sins, who am I to not do the same? I try to love others as Jesus loves me…even when they are my enemies. Eva’s act of forgiveness took a great deal of strength and courage. She was alienated from other Holocaust survivors for forgiving the Nazis who killed millions of their fellow citizens, friends, and family members. But she didn’t care. She didn’t do it for them. She did it for herself. I am in awe of that kind of heart…that spirit of forgiveness. My petty grievances pale in comparison. ❤️

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“Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive. And above all these put on love, which binds everything together in perfect harmony. And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.”\n‭‭Colossians‬ ‭3:12-15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I have always been prompt at getting my mammogram done every single year. I always had it at the same place for consistency. Still, even though it always niggled in the back of my mind that time was slipping by, I went a full three years without one. The fact that I am fairly diligent in doing breast self examination regularly was at least some consolation. But not all lumps and bumps can be felt. An exam and getting the tatas compressed is your best advantage for early detection of breast cancer.

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I had my mammogram done September 27th, a Saturday. I was up before dawn to go get this thing done. I was in and out relatively quickly. The technologist was friendly, knowledgeable, and the entire experience left me feeling confident in the Women’s Center at Camden Clark Memorial Hospital in Parkersburg. I left the appointment and met my girlfriends for coffee and it became a day like any other day.

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The following Wednesday, I went camping for a week and when I returned, there was a message on my home phone from the doctor’s office. Mr. FixIt and I looked at each other and I saw the slightest flicker of fear in his eyes.

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“I’m sure it’s fine, sweetheart. I’m a girl…girls are complicated. We’ve got all these parts we have to maintain. It happens all the time.” I said in my most reassuring voice. But he wasn’t buying it. And neither was I. I’d never been called back before. And I’d never had an ultrasound of my breast.

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My doctor’s office made an appointment for me for the following Tuesday…a whole week away. As much as I tried not to think about what it could mean, it was fruitless. I’ve worked in medicine almost my entire working life. I was married to a doctor who was the director of hospice. I was an x-ray tech. I know what I know. I ran through the risk factors. I used to drink more than I should have when I was going through a particularly difficult marriage/divorce but when the divorce was over, so was the drinking. I am not at my ideal weight and I don’t exercise as much as I should. The king sized plus for me is absolutely zero family history of breast cancer. By the time the appointment came around, I was feeling pretty confident this wasn’t cancer.

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Tuesday finally came. The technician who came out to get me was the same gal who did the first mammo. That was comforting…and good, in that her technique would be the same for comparison’s sake. She told me there were two places in the breast that caused them concern and she pointed them out to me. She proceeded to do another mammogram. This one used a compression paddle on the machine that squeezed a small, three inch circle…really squeezed. I won’t lie…it stung. No problem holding my breath for that one! When she had the top down views done, she changed the paddle to a five inch circle for the side views. Again, the compression took my breath away, but I wanted good compression so the radiologist could see what he/she was looking for. It was soon done and I was ushered to a waiting room. Once the radiologist said no more views were needed, I was taken to the ultrasound room.

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I’ve had ultrasounds many times, but never of my breast. They warm the gel! How nice! I’m laying there with my arm over my head and my boob hanging out in front of someone who was born the year I graduated from high school but, by golly, that gel was warm! The tech turned the screen slightly toward me and I saw what I had seen on the mammogram, only instead of being an oval, clearly encapsulated thing that looked much like a grape…I saw a black hole. My heart sank for a moment. Then my medical expertise came back and I thought about the physics of ultrasound. I soon reasoned what I was looking at was a fluid filled cyst and the vast majority of those are benign. Breathe.

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The tech moved to the other spot. This was more worrisome. It was calcification within some very dense breast tissue. I have what used to be called fibrocystic breast disease till they dropped the disease part, because…it isn’t one. It’s extremely common. The last time I had a mammogram, my doctor was musing to herself. “Hmmmm, I wonder why your left breast is so much denser than the right?” “Easy,” I said. “I’ve always been with right handed men” I think she peed a little. Anyway, I digress. I couldn’t make heads nor tails of what I was seeing in this exam area so I just laid back and let my mind wander. What was my gut saying? “This is ok. Don’t worry.”

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I was wandering through the mall yesterday, contemplating a pair of shoes, when the doctor’s office called. She said the doctor felt the findings were benign. They wanted to know if there was a family history of breast cancer. Since there is not, the recommendation is to repeat it in six months and if there are no changes, resume the yearly schedule. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath as I sat down on one of the chairs in the shoe department. I thanked her and hung up. Relief spread over me and I immediately texted Mr. FixIt and my Prayer Warriors.

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One out of eight women get breast cancer. Unlike Julia Louise Dreyfus…today it was not me. Get your mammograms, girls. Save the tatas! ❤️

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“A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭17:22‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Much of my life was spent trying to conform…to not be too loud, too big, too much. To fit into the mold of who I (and others whose opinions I valued over my own) thought I should be. I was a doctor’s wife. I was supposed to fit in, entertain, volunteer. I converted to Judaism. I smiled, a lot. I had a perky voice. I did the best I could. And still, things unraveled, my marriage fell apart, and it darned near killed me.

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It took a long time, and a lot of therapy, to find my voice. So many times women hang their identity on a hook by the front door and become who they need to be…who they’re expected to be. I have two beautiful daughters who are wonderful adults. Honestly, I don’t know how they survived me because I was a hot mess back in the day.

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Mr. Virgo was the first man to really “get” me. He was patient and listened intently and fiercely supported me. He helped me see, and really FEEL, my value. When he died suddenly, my world and my self-confidence was rocked. When I was alone on my grief journey in the wilderness and backroads of Colorado in the first few months after he died, I really understood for the first time that it’s up to me to be happy. If we search for happiness from external things, we will always be disappointed.

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I had a Mr. Virgo-sized hole in my heart and a God-sized hole in my life. I couldn’t bring Mr. Virgo back, but I could…and DID…reach out to God to fill me up with a peace only He could give. My go-to scripture became “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Over and over, through long anxiety-riddled nights, I repeated it till I believed it…till I felt it in my bones. And magically, God filled in the empty, hurting places with a golden love-light like none I had ever known.

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I was telling someone yesterday…I loved Mr. Virgo with the white-hot heat of the sun. But I still never felt whole till I loved GOD with the white-hot heat of HIS Son. My light shines from within. I carry myself differently. I’m happy and content with myself and my life. And now? Now I have Mr. FixIt. I’m so glad he came into my life after I was broken open. I don’t know that we would have appreciated each other if this would have happened at any other time in our lives.

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God’s timing is so perfect. ❤️

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“Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭12:6-7‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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We awoke to the sound of rain gently falling on the tin roof yesterday. What a welcome sound. Something else grabbed my attention. It was stuffy and still in the bedroom. I picked up my phone to check the temperature. No wifi. The power was out so the fan was off. This happens frequently here at the farm. I keep thinking I’ll get a generator but haven’t yet.

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Old Mama Kitty curled up at my feet while I sat on the porch, watching the rain. Every time we have this moment, I wonder how much longer we’ll have her. She’s about twenty-four years old now. I love this sweet little kitty.

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The persistent rain made me sleepy and I couldn’t get motivated to do much. I did put about half the stuff away in the kitchen that I had brought in from TOW-Wanda. The rest of the day was literally spent doing as little as possible. Sometimes you just need a day like that. Mr. FixIt is like the Energizer bunny. He never stops. I like to do a lot of stuff but when I need down time, I NEED down time. I sent him off to deliver a chair to his granddaughter and go bowling and I spent the afternoon/evening laying low. Just what the doctor ordered!

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The only downside of having a lay low, shut in kind of day was not going to church. The only upside to that is the Warehouse Church where we attend goes live on their Facebook page every Sunday night at 7:00 so if I can’t go for some reason, I can watch the sermon from home.

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Last night, Pastor Justin spoke on getting past your past. I dragged my past behind me like a sack of rotting garbage for years. I played and replayed every mistake, every misstep, every wrongdoing I ever did and berated myself for being a bad daughter, sister, wife, mother. It turns out, those were all lies…whispered into my life by the enemy. He has no power over the future, but man…does he know how to play the past. There are ways you can use the past. Learning from your mistakes and moving forward, letting the past “push” you into the person God has always intended you to be…THAT’S the only useful thing the past can give you. God uses those mistakes you made in the past to allow you to minister to others, to speak life over them, to demonstrate that you do not have to let your past define who you are. You can get past it. Powerful message. So, I got my lay low day, I had a nap under the sounds of a gentle rain on a tin roof, AND I heard a great message from God. What’s not to love about that? ❤️

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“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭3:13-14‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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It’s going to rain today…thank God. We haven’t had measurable precipitation in a month and its dreadfully dry. Since yesterday was such a gorgeous day, chores were put on the back burner yet again and we went gallivanting all over three counties. Our first stop was to finally get some pictures of these magnificent long horned cattle. Seems there’s a wealthy oil man in our county who likes them so he bought himself some. I believe these are a cross between longhorn and the watusi. I must say, you do a double take when you drive down a two-lane blacktop in West Virginia and come across these big boys! I had an uncle who had white-faced cattle simply because he liked looking at them through the window when he ate breakfast…so, I get it.

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The next stop was Elizabeth’s Pioneer Day. That’s singular…as in, blink and you miss it. We ran into cousins. Did I tell you I love small town life? We missed the car show but we visited the town’s museum where my cousin regaled me with more juicy family history that I was, as yet, unaware of. I love hanging with them…not only are they fun, but they’re educational.

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The last stop was really awesome. As we rounded a curve to head back to the farm, there was a Civil War reenactment camp set up in a field. Mr. FixIt turned to me and smiled. Blog fodder! We turned in and introduced ourselves and an hour later we were making ourselves at home, telling stories and laughing around the campfire. Mr. Virgo was a huge Civil War buff so I’ve watched dozens of documentaries on the subject. I felt a softness around me as the sun hung low over what will today become a battlefield. That part I have no interest in seeing. But the people? I wanted to know who they were, how long they’ve done this, how often, and why? Turns out, they’re Civil War buffs, just like Mr. Virgo. One couple have been doing reenactments for 29 years. They were from Ohio and West Virginia. Some represented the Union, others the Confederacy. I didn’t ask why. It didn’t matter.

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They were quick to share their knowledge. They took great pride in their clothing and uniforms and weapons…and knowledge. They explained the flags and the units and the differences in the tents. They cooked over an open fire, just as I did last weekend. They slept on rope beds and bedrolls the last two nights. They had young men and a young boy with them, teaching them the old ways. It was absolutely fascinating. And, instead of scrawling a rural address with a hand sharpened pencil on a page from a bible to be tucked away, hoping to reconnect when the battle was over…we became friends on Facebook. And, we were instantly brought back to 2017.

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I love the connections I make doing what I do. I was thrilled when I surpassed 6,000 readers over the weekend. I’m honored and humbled to write stories for you every day. Thank you so much for being here. ❤️

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“a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.”\n‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I don’t think there’s anything that beats camping in the fall. I do more camping in September than I do the rest of the year, total. The nights are crisp which makes for great sleeping. The days aren’t unbearably hot but still plenty warm to go out and do fun things. The mosquito population is much less intrusive by this time of the year making things more pleasant. I hate using insect repellents so this is a distinct advantage.

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I’m with the Girl Campers in one of my favorite state parks in Ohio. (I’ll tell you which one once I leave…I never divulge where I’m camping in real time.) Our numbers grew yesterday so there were more chairs around the campfire last night. One of the Misters of the Mister-Sisters showed up and he thoroughly enjoyed himself sitting around the campfire with all these women.

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I spent the day visiting with the girls and getting my camper set up. We didn’t get a chance to clean and organize after the last camping trip. The weather really cooled off yesterday and into the night. I put the electric blanket back on the bed. That comes in handy at about 4:00am.

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Besides seeing old friends and meeting new ones, the best part of last night’s campfire was the barred owls. They were talking all around us and it was SO cool. At one point, one was in the tree right above TOW-Wanda and was really loud. I love hearing them. I took my spot light out but couldn’t see any.

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This is probably the last big camping trip of my season so I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. And, since this is a Mister-Sister trip, my Mr. FixIt is joining me later on today! It’ll be the first time I get the chance to introduce him to my camping friends and I’m really looking forward to it! More gals arrive today…the more, the merrier! ❤️

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“That evening quail came and covered the camp, and in the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp.”\n‭‭Exodus‬ ‭16:13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Some time after Grandma died, I was visiting the farm. I was cooking and rummaged around in the utensil drawer for a wooden spoon to stir something with. I grew up using wooden spoons and have owned many over the course of my life. I love them. I love the feel of the wood in my hand. I love the way they gently rub the bottom of the pan as you stir. I’ve learned how to gauge the proper thickness of a sauce or gravy by how the liquid coats the spoon. Placed across the top of a pan, a wooden spoon will keep pasta or potatoes from boiling over. Drape a wet dishcloth over the end and you can scrub the inside of a jar or bottle. They’re very handy.

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When I looked in the drawer in Grandma’s kitchen, there was a packet in the back wrapped in a flour sack dishcloth. Curious, I opened it up to find treasures. Grandma’s paring knife, potato peeler, and favorite wooden spoon had been wrapped and carefully put away. The paring knife was so thin and the blade was curved in an unnatural shape from the many times it had been run over a whetstone. The potato peeler showed wear from years and years of use. Potatoes were a staple in that house for at least two meals a day. But, it was the wooden spoon that got me. Stained red from a lifetime of making blackcap jelly, I held it in my hands as if it were fragile crystal. The end is worn flat from all the years of stirring back and forth, back and forth…making sure the sugar and pectin dissolved and the mixture didn’t scorch on the bottom of the pan. I could still see my grandma’s arthritic finger run over the jelly coating on the back of her wooden spoon. She pushed it along to see if it had reached the jell stage. Then she popped her finger in her mouth, licked it clean, and gave me a wink as she wiped her hand on her ever present calico apron over her ever present belted house dress with the hankie in the pocket. I never, ever saw her wear pants. Always a dress, with stockings, and sturdy black lace-up shoes with a sensible heel. My breath caught with the memory. I missed her so. I miss her still.

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My aunt noticed my reverie and asked if I’d like to keep the spoon. I was so touched…and thrilled. It occupied a place of honor for several years on the windowsill of my Colorado kitchen. It got tucked away when I downsized and sold my house. It made its way back to that same farmhouse kitchen in West Virginia when I finally settled back here. I remember unpacking that box of special kitchen items, taking extra care that the spoon didn’t get thrown away with the packing materials.

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The spoon now hangs on a pegboard over the kitchen sink. I see it every time I wash dishes and I think of my grandma and how hard she worked standing in that very spot. It’s like that wink comes all the way from heaven and I know she smiles that I am here. ❤️

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“She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. She gets up while it is still night; she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31:14-15‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Yesterday was errand day. Up at dawn, I ran through my list of very important things that needed to be done for the camping trip I’m leaving on today. And, not surprisingly, there were a couple of things I forgot. Mr. FixIt to the rescue! Yet another of the many wonderful advantages of dating this good man! He stopped on his way to my place and picked my items up at the market.

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Driving back home on the two-lane blacktop, I always let my mind run through the points of note along the route. There’s the State Police barracks where I took (and failed) my first driving exam. (Not my fault, mind you…there was a hole in the muffler.) There’s the county line where I got carsick when I was seven. (I have no idea why that sticks with me, but it does.) There’s the last bridge of its kind between town and the farm. (It’s a lot like the old bridge that used to be where you turn onto the country lane to drive the last few miles to the house.) There’s the old country store where we stopped for ice cream on Sunday afternoons on our way back to town. There’s the turn where I had my wreck in February. My mind takes me through every turn and hill, reliving days long gone.

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One of my favorite turns brings me to a straight stretch that passes the old Nutter Farm. There’s a family cemetery on the hill across the road. Every time I drive through that stretch, I get the strangest feeling. It’s akin to the feeling you get when someone hugs you. I didn’t get to meet the particular set of great-grandparents that are buried there, but somehow I feel them when I drive by. It’s a little eerie, but comforting at the same time. My great-grandfather died in his early 30’s of a ruptured appendix and left my great-grandmother with four little boys to raise. Charlie and Sabina. I have always loved her name. Folks called her “Binie”, with a long “i”. I never knew her proper name till after my last child was born or I might have named her Sabina Rose.

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I know every turn, every pothole, every hill on that road. It stretches for miles all the way back as far as I can remember. I really get John Denver’s lyrics. “Country Roads, take me home to the place I belong…West Virginia!” I love coming home when I’ve been gone a while. When you’re there every day, you don’t notice how the house smells. But when you return from a long trip, it’s truly like stepping back in time to my childhood. It smells like old wood…damp and rich. It smells like old books and worn leather…slightly stale, dusty, and tired. It smells like iron skillets and well water. But it smells like family. It smells like home. I bought a scented candle when I first moved in last year and was decidedly dismayed when all you could smell when you walked in the back door was cinnamon apples. I stopped burning it right away and was ever so relieved when the familiar aromas returned a week or two later.

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I count every day here as a blessing…a gift that God has brought me. This place almost seems like my reward for having lost my sweet husband. As though God said, “You’ve suffered enough. Let the memories in these walls comfort you for a time.” I know it’s not forever…one day the house will pass from one to another and I’ll need to move on. Or, more likely, there will be that point in my life when I choose to live elsewhere. But for now…for this brief time…I will live and love and laugh in the home of my heart. And I’ll remember every nook and cranny, every squeak in the floor, every line in the worn linoleum. I’ll remember every bend in the road. ❤️

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“My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest.”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭32:18‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I think I finally got a handle on my possum problem here at the farm. I have been fiddling around with the cats’ feeding schedule and did some research online. I started feeding them once a day and unless they search me out asking for something in the evening, that’s all they get. By noon they aren’t eating anything anyway so I pick up their dishes and set them inside a galvanized bucket with a locking lid. Bingo! No more late night visits from a passel of possums!

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I think this is the week to bring in the hummingbird feeders. We need to encourage them to move along before it gets too cold. We have two really hot days coming then the weather turns cool. We have so many leaves falling. This year they seem to have just turned brown and fallen off. Not a lot of color in my woods.

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The grass is still growing. The lawn will need mowing again soon. The days are getting shorter and there is less and less light in this old holler. I changed the light up high on the barn yesterday in preparation for long, dark winter evenings. The dogwoods are full of red berries. It’s a beautiful time of year.

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My talk last night was well received. They gave me a mum for my yard. I’ll cherish that. Today is prep day for tomorrow’s trip up to the campground. I think this is the last hurrah for the camping season. Always a sad thing.

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Tell me about the leaves where you are! ❤️

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“And God said, “Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years,”\n‭‭Genesis‬ ‭1:14‬ ‭NIV‬

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A ship that slips its moorings is quickly swept to sea. At the mercy of the wind and the waves, it may sink to the briny depths, never to be seen again. Our relationship with God is much the same way. If we remain tethered to Him, we can weather any storm, but…let go and all bets are off. HE never lets go of us. It is always the other way around.

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Mr. FixIt and I have been attending the 5:00pm service at our church. It gives us all day on Sunday to enjoy the farm, then head to town about 4:00. He bowls on Sundays at 7:00 so it works out to be a good time for us. Last night’s sermon was on the detours life gives us. There are two types of detours. The kind we take ourselves on when we become untethered from God and the kind God takes us on.

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We are so egocentric, we think God is punishing us if we can see what He intends to give us, but he takes us the long way around instead. These trials weren’t necessarily orchestrated by God. He has a much bigger world view than we do. His grand view takes us through these trials so that we CAN have the reward He has in mind for us…even if it’s not delivered in this world. Our job is to hang on and remain tethered to Him. He is our anchor.

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We all have trials in this world. God uses those trials. Not as punishment. But as a way to hone us into the person He intends us to be. Suffering produces perseverance. Perseverance, character. And character, hope.

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I have a speaking engagement this evening at a local church. I’m really looking forward to that and always pray God brings me every opportunity to praise Him and share with others how He has blessed me.

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Have a Happy Monday! ❤️

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“Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭5:1-5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Girl time is important to me. Yesterday it was coffee with a few of my home girls…the ‘71 Divas Do Coffee. We figure Starbucks is cheaper than therapy. I popped into the Women’s Center at 7:00am to get the tatas smushed (Save the Tatas, ladies. Get your mammograms!) then ran over to the hotel to wait for my tribe. They never disappoint. Once we were properly caffeinated and had solved the world’s problems, we went our separate ways till next month.

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Two weeks ago it was twenty-four Sisters and last weekend it was four Girl Campers. On Wednesday, I meet up with thirty-five or so Girl Campers (and some Mister Sisters) for five nights of fun and frolic in eastern Ohio. Given the week I just had, I promise you there will be napping involved!

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The anticipation of a trip is delightful. We “meet” ahead of time on the Meetup app page or a Facebook page to get to know one another and get directives. We send messages back and forth. We share recipe ideas and weather forecasts. We count down how many sleeps till we get there. It can be a little stressful…especially when you are new at it. But overall, you should just go with the flow and have fun.

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The day you arrive at the event, you get unhooked and do any decorating you might like in and around your camper. I had two huge tubs of decorations I used to use but have pared way back since my camper is for living in, not necessarily for showing off. Once you’re settled, you go around and greet old friends and make new ones with the common bond of loving outdoors adventure. The fun commences in earnest!

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The first night is usually a meet-and-greet potluck. The second might have a low scale event and the third night is usually an all out blowout. You fall in bed, tired and happy. But then comes the inevitable and you have to say goodbye. It’s like summer camp when we were kids and we cried when we had to say goodbye. There’s definitely a certain melancholy that comes over you when you hook up and head home. But you promise to do it again. And you exchange recipes and contact info and ride off into the sunset.

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I love this picture that was posted on the Sisters on the Fly page yesterday. I asked the photographer for permission to use it, which she graciously gave. It really summed up that melancholic feeling you get when the party’s over. Thank you, Rebecca, for such a great shot! ❤️

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“As soon as he had finished speaking to Saul, the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.”\n‭‭1 Samuel‬ ‭18:1‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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One of the coolest things about any group of camping women…be it Girl Campers or Sisters on the Fly or any of the others…you are just about guaranteed to have a great time, make new friends, and do fun stuff. This weekend has been no exception. The Country Living Fair was full of eye candy, to be sure. But sitting around with your Sister friends, laughing, talking, eating, and sharing a slice of life is priceless.

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This particular weekend is always fun for me because I get to hang out with my good friend and mentor, Janine Pettit. And, because the girls had their campers on display at the fair, we “camped” at the Holiday Inn. My roommate was Jill Evans. Jill is nearing the empty nest era and recently purchased a 1972 Airstream Landyacht. Fortunately, all the major mechanical stuff was just about done. But when she received it, the interior was that familiar dark brown that many women have come to loathe in an RV. She set to work fine tuning the interior and the results are stunning.

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The first thing she did was remove the oven from the wall. She then covered the wall with light pine. She and her dad worked on it together, and while she says the wall isn’t perfect, it was special working with her father on the project. Jill used a liquid sander and wiped down the interior surfaces, removing a lot of accumulated “gunk” then painted three coats of Valspar paint/primer over nearly everything but the floor. She replace the old Formica countertop with a dark wood laminate that looks all the world like a solid butcher block.

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Jill’s decorating style is impeccable. Her choices are at once delightfully pleasing to the eye and governed closely. Not too much…not too little. You’re left feeling peaceful and welcomed in this great white space. Perhaps I can call on my new Sister/friend when it’s time to decorate Joy! I’m hoping to have her finished next year to display here at the 2018 Country Living Fair! ❤️

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“There are “friends” who destroy each other, but a real friend sticks closer than a brother.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭18:24‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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For those of you who’ve been following me for awhile, you remember what a struggle it was to downsize when I sold my house. Getting rid of 95% of my personal belongings just a year after losing Mr. Virgo was very stressful. I have been so careful not to accumulate “stuff” again. But, I’ve got to tell ya…this Country Living Fair is exceptional. I think this is my third in a row and it seems each one gets better. I will have to say, there were a lot more people here on opening day than the last two years. If that’s any indication of the overall attendance, we’re in for a whale of an event!

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When you work a Fair such as this, you try to have enough people helping that you can take breaks and wander around. As I was walking over to the main stage for Janine’s talk yesterday, I spied some windmill vanes and stopped after to price them. The one in this photo was a half vane for $600! One with two less fins was $400. Still way out of my price range. My daughter’s sister-in-law has one she got from the family ranch and has it mounted on the wall in her dining room. I’d love to have one, but A) I’m not spending that kind of money and B) I don’t have anyplace to put it right now, and C) experiences before stuff. I could have a really great trip for $600.

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Wandering the aisles of the fair is so tempting. I will tell you what I bought yesterday. A nice serving of Miss Parolee’s Kentucky Deep-Dish Blackberry Cobbler warmed up with a scoop of Vanilla Ice Cream. Windmill vane. Miss Parolee’s cobbler. I think I made the better choice! ❤️

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“Even so, I have noticed one thing, at least, that is good. It is good for people to eat, drink, and enjoy their work under the sun during the short life God has given them, and to accept their lot in life. And it is a good thing to receive wealth from God and the good health to enjoy it. To enjoy your work and accept your lot in life—this is indeed a gift from God. God keeps such people so busy enjoying life that they take no time to brood over the past.”\n‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭5:18-20‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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I arrived at the Country Living Fair in the early afternoon yesterday and met my Girl Camper friends. We had to wait our turn to pull the three campers into the grounds so we sat around and nibbled on finger foods and caught up with what’s been going on in each other’s lives. Girl Camper extraordinaire, Janine Pettit, regaled us with stories of her epic month long trip to the National Parks out west this summer. Gail shared that her daughter is going to live overseas for a year. Jill was excited about her new-to-her Airstream she recently redecorated. I shared the article from the Fidelity online magazine. Sisters and Girl Campers always pick up where we left off the last time.

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I don’t know if you’ve ever gone to a Country Living Fair but the amount of work that goes on in the background to set something up this massive and intricate is astounding. We drove in on cue when it was our turn. The area where we set up is pretty tight and it took a great deal of maneuvering to get all three campers in just right. I’m glad I have some mad backing up skills because they came in handy yesterday!

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Once the three campers were set up, they had to be “staged”. You’ve all seen those cute campers in the magazines with all the vintage collectibles or great quilts or baskets of flowers? All those things were placed there with an eye much more skilled than mine. When these girls were finished, it looked just like a photo shoot! I can’t wait to take pictures today!

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As I walked through the fair grounds, the displays were eye candy for someone who cannot resist the colorful, glossy pages of Country Living Magazine. It’s like the magazine itself has come alive…its pages exploding on the grounds all around you! Antiques, linens, rusty farm implements, artsy clothing and jewelry…you name it, it’s here. Including the kitchen sink. It’s truly one of the most beautiful fairs of its kind in the country. I’m so looking forward to browsing when I can.

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I’ve read Country Living Magazine for years. Now that I’m living a country life, it would be so easy to accumulate too much stuff again and, seriously…I really don’t want to go through that kind of downsizing ever again. I carefully curate what comes in my house now. I only have what is useful and I know to be beautiful. The trouble is…there is SO much that I find beautiful. So my third measure is…Would I rather have this “thing” or go someplace with that money. Experience over stuff wins just about every time.

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We ended the evening at a German restaurant where the highlight of the evening was a group of dinner guests playing cowbells to the tune “Edelweiss”. You can’t make this stuff up!

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Stay tuned…I may not be able to resist some extra posts today when I see something pretty! ❤️

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“Each of us should please our neighbors for their good, to build them up.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭15:2‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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It’s hard to believe exactly four-and-a-half years ago, I was preparing a funeral for a man I never dreamed of losing. Mr. Virgo was gone in a heartbeat, literally, and I was left to make some sense and order out of the chaos left behind. Looking back on it with today’s vision, I can see so many things I would have done differently. I don’t think I made huge mistakes, but I think if I would have known then what I know now, there are definitely things I would have done differently.

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I hosted the Sisters on the Fly event over the weekend and there were a couple fairly new widows there. They did well, enjoyed themselves, and were very capable campers. I could see through all that to the pain that lay beneath the surface. I recognized them…I was there not all that long ago myself.

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A couple of years ago, I was contacted by a writer and published author of many books on women and finance. She was writing an article for the New York Times on widowhood and retirement and asked if she could interview me. We have stayed in touch over the last couple of years and she has followed my blog. Recently I heard from her again. She had been asked by Fidelity to write an article about widowhood and investing and immediately thought of me. We spoke again and I shared those things I felt I did right, and those I could have…should have…done differently.

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The article for Fidelity’s “Viewpoints” online magazine went live yesterday and I am sharing it with you here. From the beginning, this blog was meant not only as a way to share and heal my own grief, but also to serve as a place to learn, grow, and experience support if you are grieving, and preparation if you aren’t. Knowledge is power and grief makes you feel totally powerless. I wish I would have had a grief mentor in my early stages of loss. I try to be that person for others. If it weren’t for God covering me with His feathers to guide, guard, and protect me, I never would have survived such a loss.

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And now, here I am nearly five years after losing Mr. Virgo and I not only have survived, I am thriving. New life, new love, new experiences. I never would have dreamed this was possible. Today I leave for the Country Living Fair in Columbus, Ohio. Please stop by for a visit if you are in the area! ❤️

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https://www.fidelity.com/viewpoints/personal-finance/8-financial-tips-for-widows

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“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭91:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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We had such a mish-mash of gals at the SOTF event this weekend. I’ve heard so much about Jean Taylor over the years that I felt I already knew her, even though we’d never met. She came with three of her umpteen cousins and they were an absolute hoot and a half. They love to “camp”. As a matter of fact, Jean owns a campground in New Jersey. I am not sure how “campy” the others get, seeing how the sum of their experience thus far seemed to be staying in the motor home at the campground. But I loved them. You know why? Because they didn’t know you could make ice cream by hand. They’d never seen the Milky Way. They hadn’t heard of clogging in any other sense than what cholesterol does to your arteries. They were delightful!

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One story they told was how, very early on, their great grandfather lived in WV. He was an Italian immigrant and a miner with a huge family. And, as any good Italian did, he made wine for their consumption. Apparently, the revenuers caught wind of this, raided his home and broke all the bottles of wine. Great-grandma sent one of the kids to the mine to tell papa not to come home and why. He took off for New Jersey and stayed there till grandma could get there with the children. Thus, they put down roots in NJ. If not for the revenuers, how many more West Virginians would we have?

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I named them “Honorary Hillbillies”…those wonderful Italian women from New Jersey!

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We also had a published author of historical romances. A woman who owned a farm, played guitar, and is learning to drive horses. There were a few widows. There was a woman simultaneously going to college and living in her new Airstream as she explores the country over the next eighteen months. There were three moms of autistic children who bonded over that. There were artists and nurses, retired and employed. They slept in everything from cars to tents to vintage campers to modern campers to a brand new Airstream. Yet they all have one thing in common…they are Sisters. A fact that is never taken lightly. I am so proud to be a member of this organization and look forward to more gatherings with them. ❤️

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“She is more precious than jewels, and nothing you desire can compare with her.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3:15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I never met them. I didn’t know them. But, I knew who they were. Everyone knew who they were. When I was a little girl, you didn’t drive anywhere in town without seeing them together…walking. They walked everywhere. They loved to travel. One would always walk about ten feet behind the other. Their determined stride would take them cross town and cross country. I’ve heard stories. “They were very wealthy…they just chose to live this way.” I don’t know the truth. I do know they called them names. “Pete and Repeat”. “Mutt and Jeff”.

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In truth…they were Gerald and John. They were inseparable. They were not twins but they dressed alike. Always. One time one of them was injured and they got a wheelchair. The well one wheeled the sick one. When he finally got well, an argument ensued. The well one felt it was his turn to be pushed around but the sick one refused to give up his cushy gig. There were lots of stories. But not a lot of people coming forward with open arm to help these guys. Finally, a girl named Heather was driving buy and saw them with the wheelchair stuck in the snow and said a prayer. “Lord! Why don’t you DO something for these men.” And God answered her…“I did. I made you!” So Heather turned around, drove back, and helped the men out of the snowbank in her high heels. Thus began a loving friendship between the most unlikely of people. Heather taught her children to love the way Christ loved.

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This week, Gerald died in his sleep. Heather and her family was at his side. So was John. We’ll just have to wait and see how John fairs without his brother. I pray for his comfort. I pray for Heather and her family as they make this journey with only John. Parkersburg has lost a legend, an icon. It will never be the same without them walking the streets together. ❤️

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“Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭133:1‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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What is Sisters on the Fly?

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It’s the world’s largest outdoor adventure group for women. We have affected the lives of over 9,000 women from around the world. Our motto is “We have more fun than anyone!” And it’s true! Sister gatherings are jam packed with fun and we turn women into girls.

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What do the Sisters do at their gatherings?

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We do a number of things! Some of us fly fish. Some ride horses or mountain bikes. We love to go junkin’ and eat great food. Some hike. Some play and listen to music. Whatever floats your boat. And speaking of floating your boat, we are going to ride the sternwheeler on the Ohio River over to visit the Blennerhassett Mansion this week. We love to eat so we’re going to have an old fashioned weenie roast. My Pop-Pop whittled the end of sharp sticks for roasting weenies and marshmallows. We’ll serve them the WV way with sauce and slaw. We are playing music and listening to music and maybe even clog dance. Sisters will try just about anything!

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How can I be a Sister?

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You can have more fun that anyone by heading over to www.sistersonthfly.com and signing up. Dues are $70 a year and there are gatherings of every interest all around the globe.

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What kind of women become Sisters on the Fly?

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Bold women. Shy women. Women with campers. Women with tents. Women who prefer the lodge or a fine hotel or a cabin. Single women. Taken women. Married women. Widowed women. Young women. Old women. Key word is Women. No men. (Sorry, guys!) No kids. (Sorry, kids!) and, no pets.

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These gals love to eat! I shopped yesterday. Such a wise shopper I have become. This big grocery cart ended up costing $150! I was impressed. We will see how the menu and activities go over. I’ve done the planning, the shopping and the prep. As my friend V says…it’s time for the fun! ❤️

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“Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3:17‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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(Photos from older Sisters on the Fly gatherings.)

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We were taking a break yesterday when Mr. FixIt started reading a story in Goldenseal Magazine. The Goldenseal has been around since 1975 and is published four times a year. It has wonderful stories about traditional life in West Virginia. And, since I’m living a pretty traditional life, I really love that magazine. The story that caught Mr. FixIt’s attention was about a clothespin factory in Richwood, WV. That got me thinking about all the clotheslines of my life.

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We always had clotheslines. The metal T-shaped poles were anchored in the ground with cement and lasted till they rusted through. We’d have to go out with a wire brush and a can of Rustoleum and paint them every other summer or so. Ours were always silver but the last time I painted them at the farm, I used black. I remember as a child, the clotheslines themselves were woven…a kind of rope-like material. Another was a thick aluminum wire that created a wiggly clothesline that never straightened out. Then, as we got older and the plastic generation set in, the lines were white, hollow tubes that pinched shut with the spring-hinged clothespins. Later came the plastic covered cable lines. Once we got away from the rope lines, you had to take a wet rag out and run it up and down the clothesline to clean them or else you got black stuff on your clean clothes. At least you did in the chemical-laden Mid-Ohio Valley where I grew up. (Our bare feet would be black with the fallout from Union Carbide!)

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The early clothespins were the peg ones then came the clip on kind with the spring hinge. I liked the peg ones because I would pretend they were dolls. I’d dress them up with pieces of material from Grandma’s scrap bag. I’d draw faces on them and, if we had any glue around, I might even give them some yarn hair. We always had a clothespin bag that hung out on the clothesline. It had a hole in the side where you reached in and grabbed a few pins and stuck them in your mouth to use as you needed them. You had to watch because sometimes wasps, or even birds, would make nests in the bags.

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When you finished hanging your laundry, the wet clothes often made the lines so heavy, they stretched down and the clothes brushed the ground. In order to keep your clothes clean, you used a long pole with a nail in the side near one end and hooked up you clothesline, propping it up high. Hanging clothes in Colorado was awesome because it’s so dry there, a load would be ready to bring in, fold, and put away in an hour or two. Not so in West Virginia. The humidity of summer would make laundry turn into an all-day affair. And you’d better not get distracted and let the rain get on them or leave them out too late till they gathered the dew or you’d be doing the same clothes over the next day.

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Clothes that are hung dry aren’t nice and soft like the ones that come out of a dryer. They are stiff and scratchy. I hated to use towels that dried on the line. But sheets dried in the sun are heavenly! They smell so wonderful…like sunshine and Ivory Snow. Men wore work clothes when I grew up. Khaki, green, or blue…heavy cotton twill. They had to be put on wire pants stretchers to put a crease in them. That made ironing easier because most of the wrinkles were flattened out. Yes…I said ironing. Most of you have done exactly what I’m talking about. But some may not have, so I’ll continue.

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Ironing. The BANE of my existence as a child. My mom worked outside of the home once I was in school, so as soon as we were old enough to stay home alone, laundry and cooking and cleaning house became my daily routine. We didn’t have the luxury of using a dryer routinely. It was only used during the winter or very rainy days. All other times, Dad’s work clothes, our dresses, and my brother’s shirts and trousers had to be ironed. We had a “sprinkler”…a water bottle with a small perforated head on it that we would sprinkle the clothes if they were very dry and stiff. Then we would fold them, put them in a bushel basket with an oilcloth liner to hold in the moisture, cover them with a towel and come back to them an hour or so later. Before I came along, starch had to be cooked and added to the rinse water to give clothes a really crisp finish and nice, sharp creases. Once I was old enough to iron, we had spray starch in cans.

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Who remembers the load you forgot in the washer for a day or two? Oh, that smelled SO bad and you would often get mildew stains that never came out, no matter how hard you scrubbed. You were in big trouble if you forgot a load and ruined clothes.

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Grandma had wringer washers. I loved them, but I was not allowed to use them when I was little. They were dangerous because you could get your hand caught in them and get hurt. I remember how excited grandma was when my uncle brought her a good wringer washer…long after she had an automatic set in the bathroom. She missed the old way. She thought it cleaned better. I’d love to have a good wringer washer but the water in the basement doesn’t work like it used too. Too many years of hard water corroding those old pipes. I’d be afraid the spigot would break off in my hand.

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I still have my mom’s clothespins. They are in a copper bucket I bought many years ago. I put it on top of the jelly cupboard here at the farm. Mom’s pins got mixed up with my own, but I can pretty much tell which ones I used as a child. I found Grandma’s clothespin bag hanging in the stairwell going down into the basement so I hung it in the kitchen on a child’s wooden coat hanger I found in an antique store last year. I think this is why I love Rural King so much. They carry so many things that we used “back in the day”. It reminds me of “simpler times”, even though we worked harder. Not nearly as hard as my grandparents, but certainly harder than the average kids of today.

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The last picture is the clothesline in the backyard in front of the hydrangea bush. You can see a couple old clothespins…weathered and nearly deteriorated to slivers. I won’t remove them. Maybe my grandma left them there when she brought in a dish towel or two…or something she rinsed out by hand. Surely my Uncle Bob had cleaned the line with an old rag. I’m sentimental about things. There are clotheslines along the side of the house. There’s one on the front porch and one on the back for hanging things when it’s raining. Then there’s this one that runs from the back porch to the cherry tree. That one I don’t use. That one reminds me…of my loved ones long since gone. Of the halcyon days of summer when I thought life was SO hard because I had to hang clothes and iron and cook supper for my family. Of the “Good Ol’ Days”. ❤️

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“The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing, while the soul of the diligent is richly supplied.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭13:4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I’ve been living on the farm a little over a year now. It went so fast, yet…as with many things…it seems so much longer. Not long after I got settled in, I began to notice an odd pair of friends at the house down the road. You never see one without the other and I cannot help but smile when I see them. They never leave the yard, wandering about nibbling up bugs and grass.

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I don’t know the story behind these two. The family who lives there lost their mom several years ago so it’s just the guys on their own. They all work a lot and the house and grounds seem to be well cared for, but I rarely see anyone….just the turkey and the duck.

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As Mr. FixIt and I drove to town yesterday, I asked him to stop in the rain so I could take their picture. As soon as the car stopped, the turkey laid down. The duck never moved from the turkey’s side, but he set to squawking like crazy to let me know he didn’t like the intrusion. We sat by the road and talked to them for a bit then moved on. We forgot something and had to go back to the house and when we came back down the road, the fowl confab had moved behind the house to eat uninterrupted.

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I thought about this pair all the way to town and wondered…Why can’t we ALL just get along like that? Those two don’t know they’re different. They just like each other’s company. Now, I’m not going to get into a political discussion. I’m not “choosing sides”. I just think we could take a lesson or two from this turkey and duck. We only have one race…the human race. We only have one life…this one. We are being divided and I’m not sure by whom. Media? Politicians? Special interest groups? Who know…who cares? I just want to love my fellow man like this duck loves this turkey.

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God created us all. He gave us the rule book. We can’t do this divided. The enemy wants us to fail. And if he can get us to do his dirty work for him and make us destroy each other…well, that’s just icing on the cake. Shine your light, people. Walk out in faith and fight for truth and justice….for all! ❤️

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“Do we not all have one Father? Did not one God create us? Why do we profane the covenant of our ancestors by being unfaithful to one another?”\n‭‭Malachi‬ ‭2:10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I went to the best high school on the planet. You might say the same thing about yours. I hope you do. Parkersburg High School itself is older than 100 years, but the current building opened its doors on August 29, 1917. It is a gorgeous building that looks much more like a college campus than that of a high school. When the old school became woefully inadequate, the person charged with purchasing land for the new building ruffled a lot of feathers when he bought nearly thirty acres of swamp, cattails, and quicksand. The swamp was filled in and the building went up, without the wings. They were added later.

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I was given many gifts at my alma mater. I was exposed to such sports as fencing, handball, and gymnastics. I enjoyed art and actually met Mr. FixIt when I was painting the backdrops for a play and he was on the stage crew. I took all the typical college prep classes even though I didn’t go to college. I went to x-ray school after I graduated. I was offered Home Economics and Latin and Typing. I had a well-rounded education. But the greatest gift I received from my high school years was the gift of music. While I was not selected for the elite A Capella Choir, I did participate in the Girl’s Choir and loved it very much. Some of my sweetest memories involve performing in front of the large crowds in the auditorium or the field house (pictured here).

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We were the Big Red Indians…Big Reds for short. When the Centennial Celebration was being planned a year ago, the call went out for former A Capella Choir members to join in a combined Alumni Choir to perform with the current choir members. Tuesday night, I had the pleasure of attending this performance and it was wonderful. I saw friends I hadn’t seen since we graduated. The music was amazing. When I went to high school, the band took pride in being an All Male Military Marching Band. I graduated in 1971…girls were not allowed to wear pants to school until my senior year. It’s a different world now, and the changes are much for the better. The band was top notch. The Drum Major led them with precision and a practiced professionalism far beyond her years. My favorite part of the program was the final two songs…The Hallelujah Chorus and The Alma Mater. I cried and my heart burst with Big Red Pride.

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Is it odd to feel such intense loyalty to a high school? I didn’t have the college experience so I don’t have that to compare it with. But I do know, a great sense of pride was instilled in us when we first stepped foot on that campus. The first day of our sophomore year, when we finally got to be a Big Red student, we were ushered into the stadium and learned about this revered school. It was an honor and a privilege to attend this school. We were informed we were “sophomores”…that’s pronounced with three syllables, not two. We were taught The Alma Mater by Mrs. Jean Singer…The A Capella Choir Director (who joined another former director and the current director in last night’s performance). We were taught how to enunciate the words and not slide them together. This was heady stuff to a teenage girl full of wide eyed innocence.

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Yes, we are proud of our school. She’s the “Grande Dame” of Dudley Avenue. And one thing every graduate will tell you…

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“Once a Big Red, Always a Big Red”! ❤️

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“Whoever pursues righteousness and love finds life, prosperity and honor.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭21:21‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Yesterday’s post about the old Lily Pond in City Park sparked a debate as to which pond was actually the one with all the lilies on it…the big one that is still there or the smaller one that was taken out many years ago. I set out to do some research on Roger Mackey’s page. Roger is a fine historian on West Virginia, and Parkersburg in particular. He has pages and pages of historic photos of everything from the old movie theaters to natural disasters…from the society elite to skid row…and all things in between. I can get lost for hours looking through his old photos. It’s like going into an antique store for me.

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As I browsed through the titles of the different pages, looking for City Park, I saw the page for Greiner’s Bakery and clicked on it. My paternal grandmother decorated cakes for Greiner’s for many, many years. The Bakery sat near the corner of my high school campus and every afternoon the smell of fresh baked bread wafted in through the open windows of my classroom, drawing my attention quickly away from the dry lectures my chemistry teacher gave.

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I could hardly wait till school was out each afternoon. I would meet my cousin Mike and walk up the alley to Grandmother’s house. She always had a dozen raised glazed donuts and a galling of ice cold milk waiting for us. We made quick work of those delicious treats. She called them “seconds”, which meant they were accidentally dropped in the glaze twice! Their loss was definitely our gain!

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As I scrolled down the old photos and read the descriptions, I stumbled across two special ones that caused a rush of memories and a great big smile. First, there was this photo of the company Christmas Party. I scanned the faces, and there…to the left…is my grandmother, smiling broadly into the camera! My relationship with my dad’s mother was complicated by her dislike for my father. I never quite understood my standing in her world, but I do have many fond memories of her. She baked and decorated wonderful cakes. She instilled her loved of seeing and crafting in me. She made the best chicken and dumplings I ever ate. She also forced me to drink unsweetened sage tea as she believed my pale skin was secondary to intestinal parasites. To this day, I cannot stomach sage.

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I remember the house she lived in on Avery Street. Avery was one of the old brick streets in town. Grandmother’s house was a half block from a huge cemetery and just two blocks from my high school. She rented the lower level of a two story house. The landlady lived upstairs with her cocker spaniel, Honey. Honey would cry and howl every time her mama would leave the house and it made me so sad. The front porch was large and covered. There was a swing and room for several chairs.

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The interior of the house was dark and quiet. The mahogany hardwood floors were covered with thick oriental rugs. The mantel in the front room had a clock that chimed the hour. The dining room was set up as her sewing room…an old, low, armless rocker sat in the corner. The bedroom was comfortable. A silver ladies dresser set was on the top with a brush, a comb, a mirror, a small cup for bobby pins, and a covered powder container filled with the pale grey webbing of hair nets. The tines of the comb were blue from the rinse my grandmother religiously put on her hair. The bathroom had doors to the bedroom and the kitchen. I loved the claw foot tub. I received many Toni home perms in that bathroom. The kitchen had tall, white painted cabinets and a long, deep farm sink. It was the brightest room in the house. The counters were covered with African violets growing in every possible container…including teacups. The backdoor let out to a postage stamp yard with a huge holly tree. A dogwood graced the front yard. Bits of slate tiles lay here and there around the perimeter of the house. I was lucky and found a whole one once that crash landed in the flower bed. I used it as a blackboard when I played school.

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As I scrolled past the picture with my grandmother in it, I came to a shot of the display windows in one of the newer stores. There in the left is a doll cake. Oh, my…I coveted that cake every year, begging my grandmother for one for my birthday. When I finally got one, I was elated…especially when I found out the doll’s legs were embedded in rich, buttercream frosting! The “dress” was decorated with loops and swags and flowers and I thought it was the prettiest thing I had ever seen.

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Complicated family relationships can lead to a lifetime of resentment and hurt feelings. The other day, my post was all about forgiveness setting you free. Forgiveness hasn’t rewritten history, per se. But it has allowed me to focus on the good memories I have of my father and his family. And as an adult, I have had the utmost good fortune of getting to know my cousins from that side of the family and I have been greatly blessed by that. It is never too late to change your focus and see the good parts of your past. Yesterday’s treasured finds have reminded me of that. ❤️

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“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”\n‭‭1 Corinthians‬ ‭10:31‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Yesterday was a super busy day with appointments and errands and helping Mr. FixIt do some stuff. We got a salad from Chik-fil-A and went down by the Ohio and ate an early picnic supper. The weather was cool and overcast which made the day’s chores less bothersome. I was getting ready to head back home when a friend posted a clearance sale for tabletop ice makers. I’ve been looking at those for a couple of years and finally found one I liked with a price I could live with so I ran to the store to get it. As I was leaving, Mr. FixIt called to see if I wanted to meet him at the park and walk. Man, did I ever!!! I’ve been working hard but haven’t really been exercising so I was quick to say “Yes, please!!!”

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The City Park in Parkersburg is beautiful. When I was growing up, there was a huge lily pond in the park. As a matter of fact, it has been billed as the largest lily pond in the country, if not the world. Mr. FixIt and I have a running disagreement as to where said pond was located. I say it is where the current pond stands. He says it was over by the band shelter. He’s probably right because he tells a story about how he and his brother ran away from home when they were seven and nine and hid out in the park to evade the search efforts. He remembers losing a shoe in the pond. We think it was sometime in the ’60s when they tore the old lily pond out for some reason. I don’t recall why, but I remember clearly how beautiful it was when the water lilies were in bloom. My dad would drive us around the pond when we were little and sometimes we would stop for a picnic.

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One loop around the paved outer road in the park is one mile exactly so I walked two miles and headed home. I fed the cats which means my finicky eaters delicately nibbled some kibble and left the rest for the possums. They will sit right there and watch the possums come up and eat from their dishes. I mean, really? I don’t get it. Mr. FixIt scared off the brazen little devil and tucked the dishes in a covered container to keep the yard rats out of them. I hate feeding varmints and I don’t know what else to do. I’ve taken to feeding the cats once a day. That way they are hungry, eat well, and there aren’t the leftovers at the end of the evening like there is when I feed them at night. Last night I fell for their sad-eyed looks and slinking around the back porch as though they hadn’t eaten in a month. Sneaky stinkers!

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Today is a home day then I’m going to town tonight to hear the Alumni Acapella Choir perform at my Alma Mater for the Centennial Celebration. I’m really looking forward to that! Then Wednesday I’m not going anywhere. First time in weeks. I think I’m looking forward to that even more! ❤️

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“I think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this body,”\n‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭1:13‬ ‭NIV‬

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We had a guest speaker at church yesterday and man…did he deliver! So here we go…it’s time for some Monday Morning Motivation. We’re going to church.

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Forgiveness. Such a simple word that is packed full of power. We all need forgiveness for something. Something we’ve done that has hurt others. Hurt ourselves. Or maybe, something we did in the dark that no one knows about. Thing is….someone knows. Someone always knows. You know. And God knows.

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“would not God discover this? For he knows the secrets of the heart.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭44:21‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Our guest pastor was Pace Hartfield of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. He tells a story of the first night his father let him drive his mother’s brand new car when he turned sixteen. There was just one caveat…he was not to leave town. So, of course, he left town. And had an accident. He had hoped to leave his dad in the dark, cruise 22nd Street with his homey, Andy, and get back with his dad none the wiser. But the deed was exposed. There was the damage to the car. And the police report. There was no way around it. Pace’s dad didn’t yell at him. He didn’t beat him. He grounded him. He also informed him he had lost his father’s trust. He would have preferred the beating, I am sure.

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How many time have we lost the trust of others by our deeds? How many others have trespassed against us and we have lost our trust in them? As Pace pointed out so eloquently, forgiveness requires exposure. And that exposure creates vulnerability. Oh, we hate feeling vulnerable, don’t we? We can get stuck in that exposure and vulnerability and feel shame without forgiveness. It is the forgiveness that sets us free. That frees others. Who have you literally held hostage for years by not forgiving them?

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The guest pastor spoke of the woman who was caught in the act of adultery. The religious leaders tried to set Jesus up by bringing the woman before him in the temple where he was teaching. They were loud and raucous and challenged Jesus to do something with her. Instead, he ignored them and stopped down to write in the sand. The leaders were outraged and became even louder. Jesus quietly stood up and said, “Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone.” He then went back to writing in the sand. One by one, the leaders left without stoning the woman till they were left alone in the temple. Jesus knew what she had done. But he loved her anyway. He did not condone what she had done, and instead offered her forgiveness and sent her on her way with the admonishment to “Go and sin no more.”

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We all sin. We all make mistakes. We feel guilt and shame. But we are forgiven and we are loved. Forgiveness sets us free from the bondage we place on ourselves, on others, by others. I often quote Maya Angelou…“We do what we know and when we know better, we do better.” Well, sometimes we know better and we do it anyway. Yet, still…we are loved and forgiven by a good, good Father. Our work here is to love and forgive in the same way. ❤️

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“The eyes of the LORD are everywhere, keeping watch on the wicked and the good.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭15:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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For a class as huge as ours, my high school classmates are extraordinarily close. We have a bond seldom seen in a graduating class. I’m not sure why but classes before and after have reported they aren’t nearly as close as ours. The gals gather every month for coffee therapy and every other month or so, we have a class dinner. Then at the end of summer, we have a class picnic which is always well attended. Yesterday was our picnic and around thirty of our classmates gathered for three hours of fun. We’re starting to see more health issues, more deaths. But we are also seeing joyful achievements and the first arrivals of great grandchildren. Ok, we’re WAY too young for the great grandchildren thing….just sayin’! This particular group that gathered seem more like family, than classmates. When one hurts, we all hurt. There’s not much we wouldn’t do for each other. I love that closeness we have.

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This week our high school celebrates its 100th birthday. There will be ceremonies. Our football team won on Friday. The big thing I’m looking forward to is a gathering of the Alumni A Capella Choir to sing in a concert Tuesday night. I was in choir all through high school but did not get selected for A Capella Choir…a rather elite bunch who sang beautifully.

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After the class picnic and some errands, Mr. FixIt and I stopped to get a cold drink. As we left, we saw a sign…Earthstock. Our local health food store, owned and operated by one of our classmates, has had an annual customer appreciation picnic for over thirty years at a private park overlooking the river. We went and listened to some really great music and ate even MORE food. A couple errands later and we were headed back to the farm. It’s been crazy busy, and September is going to be even crazier. I’m looking forward (a little) to some slower, less frantic days. Maybe October! ❤️

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“Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.”\n‭‭John‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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It’s been a year since I put down roots here on the family farm. Well, as deep a root as I can put and not own property. What a remarkable year! I battled fleas, painted walls, mowed, trimmed, pruned, cleaned, sorted, dehumidifier, and about scared myself to death that I had ruined the well or burned up the pump. I’ve learned to stop letting grief steal my joy. I’ve learned to let go of the fear of loss and clear out enough room in my life to accommodate the love of a sweet man. I’ve spoken in front of crowds, large and small. I started blogging for Sisters on the Fly as well as here on Marshmallow Ranch. I bought a vintage camper to fix up. I’ve been to Colorado twice, Florida twice, the Outer Banks, Tennessee, Savannah, Amish Country, and a fun trip to a WVU basketball game. I’ve been to concerts galore…Garth Brooks, SHEL, Brandy Carlisle to name a few. I’ve camped at some pretty cool places. I’ve been interviewed for podcasts and articles. I’ve lost some people in one way or another and I’ve gained more. I spent some wonderful time with my family. I’ve grown stronger in my faith. And I fell in love. All in one year! Whew!

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We got home from the trip to Indiana and It was almost dark. I had to back this camper up into the driveway and it was more challenging as the light faded. I got it in ok and Mr. FixIt was a real trooper coaching me along. He filmed it. It might be funny…I don’t know. I haven’t taken the time to look at it yet.

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We are going to a class picnic today so as soon as I walked in last night, I mixed up a yellow cake to bake. I’ll make Penuche Frosting this morning so it’s nice and fresh. I looked through Grandma’s notebook hoping to find her recipe but it wasn’t there. Her Brown Sugar Pie recipe was though. I’ll have to make that soon…it’s wonderful!

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As I sat and wrote this, Mr. FixIt asked if I could hear the owl. I couldn’t until I went to the front door. I recorded it for you and posted it last night so be sure you catch it. It’s the Eastern Screech Owl we heard the other evening on our walk. Oh…we visited with the neighbor down the road he other evening. He had a health scare while we were in Colorado and I was so happy to see him out working in his garden! It’s just another reminder how uncertain life is.

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If you are in Texas, or have loved ones there, you are in my prayers. Please check in and let us know how you’re doing.

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Yes…it’s been an amazing year on the farm, hasn’t it? Big things, little things, fun things, scary things. But we made it through. We’ll keep on keeping on and I’ll keep telling you these stories about this crazy, beautiful life I am privileged to lead. Thank you all for being here! ❤️

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“and having a reputation for good works: if she has brought up children, has shown hospitality, has washed the feet of the saints, has cared for the afflicted, and has devoted herself to every good work.”\n‭‭1 Timothy‬ ‭5:10‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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There was a time in my life when I didn’t think much of my home town. I considered it terribly backwoods in comparison to the metropolis of Denver. To my chagrin, I recall making disparaging comments about Parkersburg, and West Virginia in general to anyone and everyone. It’s a wonder they didn’t revoke my home state status and mark me down as “hatched from under a rock”. What can I say? I never rebelled as an adolescent. I saved it all for long after I should have known better.

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I remember making such comments to one of my oldest, dearest friends. We went to high school together and we’re “sisters of different parentage”. As a matter of fact, when I went off to live outside London for two years then settled in Denver, it was my high school friend who kept a close, personal friendship with my mom. She was a much better daughter to her in those days than I was. When I spoke ill of my fellow Mountaineers and this Wild and Wonderful state, she had some pretty stern words to say to me.

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“You just remember where you came from, missy. I knew you when you had nothing, just like me!”

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Oh, she was so right. I was feeling pretty full of myself…a doctor’s wife and all. Like…small town girl does good. I was an ass. Plain and simple. And I’ve done my best to make up for it. As Maya Angelou said…“We do what we know. And when we know better, we do better.” These last three years, I’ve spent more time in West Virginia than I had in all of the forty years prior. I’ve grown to love and appreciate this rugged state filled with can-do, sturdy individuals. I still get frustrated sometimes when I see progress thwarted at every turn. But maybe staying a little backward is ok. Yeah, we have been hit hard with drug problems. Poverty, obesity, poor education run rampant. Plants and mines closing down. Towns with nothing for kids to do but make more kids that do nothing. But, at the base, there is this amazing depth of pride for coming up through the hard times and standing tall when they play the National Anthem at the Friday night football games at every high school in every county. The mountains run through our veins like the coal beneath our feet and we are a fiercely proud, fiercely independent, fiercely loyal group of people.

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Last night, as Mr. FixIt and I sat and watched the sun set over the Ohio River at Fort Boreman Park, we looked out over this town we grew up in. You could see where the houses sat on Quincy Hill where Mr. FixIt grew up. You could see Ohio across the river. I snapped photo after photo, trying to capture for you the essence of West Virginia…of Parkersburg…of my home town. In the end, it is in the peaceful colors of the setting sun that I see the famous blue and gold…West Virginia’s colors. And I realized that we are the river and the sky, the mountains and the valleys, the wooded hillsides and the amber fields. We will always be here. Montani Semper Liberi…Mountaineers are always free. ❤️

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“Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭3:17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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You know what they say about curiosity…it killed the cat! I don’t know what Kitty Boy was after, but something sure had his attention yesterday. This old stump is what’s left of a poplar tree my Pop-Pop planted when I was a teenager. Poplars grow fast, tall, and straight as an arrow but they are pretty fragile in a storm. Long after Grandma died, my aunt was living here alone and a bad storm blew up. She said that poplar tree was twisting in a circle and she was just sure it was going to come down on the house so the next time her brother came, she had him cut it down. I understand why, but it broke my heart to see it gone. Thoughtfully, they left a tall stump and we use it for the rain gauge…and occasional cat perch. I noticed as I sat and wrote this last night, the rain gauge needs emptying. It’s at five inches. It hasn’t been emptied since before I left for Colorado in early July. I’m sure there has been some evaporation, but I know we had a lot of rain while I was gone.

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I noticed when I was mowing yesterday that the creek banks are eroding a lot this year. I pointed it out to Mr. FixIt last night. We’re going to have to line the banks with heavy stones to keep the creek from eating out into the yard and into the foundation of the house. The new dehumidifier is doing a great job and has reduced the humidity in the basement from 75% to 45-50%. That makes the whole house feel more comfortable. This house was built in the early 1930’s. And it was a cheaply made one, at that. The rough sawn timber siding has shrunk over the years and there are now gaps of nearly an inch between them. It has the original tin roof. The walls in the upstairs bedrooms are made of what looks like a stiff corrugated cardboard with several layers of wallpaper accumulated over the years. The basement is unfinished and damp and could use a good coating of a waterproofing product. There’s just a boatload of work that should be done, but here it sits…held together with spit and love.

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I was blessed that my friend Charlotte mowed for me while I was gone. It rained the last several days though so I couldn’t mow till yesterday. I swear I could have used a bailer on it! It was still pretty wet and the grass clumped up bad as I mowed. It kept clogging up the grass chute and I’d have to stop, turn off the mower, clear it out, and start up again. It was in the 90’s yesterday and I had to keep taking breaks. It took five attempts to get the yard done and I didn’t even attempt the area up by the barn. I don’t have a rake here. Well, there may be one up in the barn somewhere but this is snake and spider season so if it’s up there, there it’s staying for now. Mr. FixIt called before he headed to the farm yesterday and I asked if he could bring me a rake. He had to kind of piece one together from parts but it’ll do. As I am writing this, he is out in the yard, raking up those ugly clumps of wet grass so they don’t kill spots in my yard. What a good man!

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It sounds like a lot of work, doesn’t it? This farm…this old house…this home of my heart. It is. Things are always breaking or fumbling but I fix them and move on. Yesterday it was the water. I was running a bath and it was sputtering and sent bits of black sediment from the hot water heater. It’s old and fragile. I flushed it out for a while, checked the pump, and checked the heater itself. I think it was from sitting dormant for a month. After I flushed it out it seemed fine. Yes, there’s a lot to do, and it is hard work. But, I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. Farm living suits me. It’s brought a pride into my life I felt lacking most of my adulthood. The kind of pride that comes with working hard and going to bed tired, and happy. ❤️

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“Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭37:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Even though it is only the middle of August, there is a definite change in the air. There are leaves changing already and the woods have taken on the “tired green” of late summer, having spent their glorious stores of chlorophyll in the peak of summer. Yesterday dawned cloudy and relatively cool and soon the sky gifted us with a gentle rain that lasted most of the day. So much for mowing the lawn.

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I’m sitting on the front porch at the farm as I write this, watching the goldfinches fight over the socks of thistle seeds. Boy Cat and Old Mama Kitty are keeping me company as I listen to the rain pattering on the leaves in the nearby woods. The sun is trying to break through and make its first appearance of the day, just shy of 5:00. Since I couldn’t mow, I drove to town and ran errands. I am hosting a Sisters on the Fly event September 7-10 and I needed to make arrangements. I have 23 women signed up so far and registration is still open if you would like to attend.

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I felt much better today…stronger, better rested. I have been thinking about triggers and how they stimulate the grief response. At first, everything is a trigger. When you are in the acute stages of grief, your feelings are like a frayed electric cord, ready to shock you at the slightest touch. After some time, things even out a bit but it is still amazing how the tiniest thing can trigger grief. When you’ve had a long stretch without a meltdown, you can get a little complacent, thinking maybe you’re through all that. So  it kind of takes you by surprise when a new wave comes. That was what I felt over the weekend.

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As I was driving through town yesterday, I was coming up to a stoplight when I heard an ambulance approaching. I stopped and waited for it to come through from my left and make the turn towards the hospital. There was an elderly man seated in the front passenger seat and I suddenly flashed back to the ambulance ride taking Mr. Virgo to the ER from the RV dealership where he had his heart attack. I hadn’t thought about that drive for quite some time. For a brief moment, my eyes met those of the man in the front seat and I recognized that panicked and confused look on his face. There was a slight set of the jaw that was familiar. “Ok, ok, ok….let’s get this done. Be strong. Just breathe.” At least, that’s what went through my mind when I was in his shoes.

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I didn’t have a reaction to this trigger. I was prepared. It’ll be a while before I have another grief response, I imagine. I’m a bit more on guard now. That’s a relief of sorts. I hate when the wave comes unexpectedly. For now, I’ll sit on the porch and watch the rain as the light changes and the hummingbirds fight over the feeder…and wait for Mr. FixIt to call so I can start supper. History repeats itself and life goes on. ❤️

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“And let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were called in one body. And be thankful.”\n‭‭Colossians‬ ‭3:15‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I have some really great friends who look out for me. They each seem to have a role. My longest term friend “feels” when something is wrong and she needs to reach out right away. Others send articles for my reference and give me a heads up when I have a typo in a post. They know I cannot STAND typos. One sends me the funniest memes I have ever seen on the internet and spends equal time kicking me in the butt when I need it…which is more often than you may imagine. My old high school chum, Marion, sent me an excellent article the other day about what the first year of widowhood was like for Jodi of the blog Extra Grace Required. She listed the important things she learned that first year. If memory serves, I’ve written a few of those missives myself. We live and we learn and we grow as we crawl our way along on this grief journey.

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Just because I have found new love, doesn’t mean I have miraculously “gotten over” the loss of Mr. Virgo. It means I’ve grown. It means my heart has healed enough to make room for more love in my life. It certainly does NOT mean I never have a bad day or have sad feelings. And here’s what’s most important. My bad days or my sad feelings have absolutely nothing to do with my love for Mr. FixIt. It’s complicated loving two men…one here, one not quite so much. It’s easy to love this wonderful man I’ve known almost as long as I can remember. I just have to incorporate a lot of feelings at once which is made more difficult when I’m tired and not feeling up to par.

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One of the things Jodi noticed after her first year is, she feels the grief of others more easily. Before loss, grief is sad, you feel bad for the one who has lost a loved one, you have your own feelings to sort out about your relationship with the departed. But, once it has happened so close to home that your heart has literally been ripped out of your chest, the grief of others is not so easily compartmentalized. Someone close to me lost a son-in-law this summer. I spoke to the widow on the phone Saturday, giving some support, acknowledging feelings, commiserating, feeling. When she broke down into those guttural cries I still remember so vividly, my heart squeezed tight, my throat closed, my stomach churned, I got hot and sweaty, my fight or flight response kicked in big time. I held it together. I didn’t crumble….until late in the night. I couldn’t go to sleep. My head was pounding and my heart ached for this young woman who is so new in this journey. I tossed and turned. I used my Rescue Remedy. When sleep wouldn’t come, I changed course and walked around the dimly lit house until I felt I could settle down. I finally slept, but didn’t feel much better when I awoke.

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So, it was one of THOSE days. Out of sorts. Off my feed. I didn’t even want coffee…gasp! It was a tea and oatmeal and crackers and lay low kind of day. Not exactly a day spent mattress-surfing, but close. The best part was…Mr. FixIt was there to offer comfort and support and love. He was totally nonjudgmental. He is a remarkable man. He just listened and held me and that’s all I needed. After a while, I was feeling better. Not fine, but ok. I sent him home to do whatever he needed to do for the afternoon and I settled in with my thoughts and processed.

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Process.. That’s what this whole thing is. It doesn’t matter if it’s one year or five years or twenty-five…grief is a process. It doesn’t always hit me like this anymore…thank God. The biggest lesson I’ve learned in all of this is, when the wave hits, don’t fight it. Let it carry you to a place of self-discovery and love. And when you’re ready, dust yourself off, wash your face, and get back to the business of living. Because, that’s what we’re here for. ❤️

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“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭8:38-39‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I remember a time when “date night” involved a little black dress and makeup. But let me tell you, a trip to Lowe’s or Rural King will do just fine, thank you very much. Last night was date night. We started out with a trip to the mall to run a couple errands and walk some laps. Sitting in the truck too much the last few weeks has taken its toll on my fitness level. We tried to eat at our favorite BBQ place but the wait was over an hour so we went for a quick bite at Qdoba. Then we headed for Rural King. Oh, I love that place! We had to clean out the bird seed barrel yesterday and throw the old seed out. It was filled with thousands of weevils. Something took off with my big bird feeder…raccoons more than likely but it could have been a bear. I got a new feeder and fresh seed. I also bought a handheld infrared thermometer to monitor my hub temps when I get TOW-Wanda back. That was a very expensive lesson.

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We went to Walmart and bought a dehumidifier for the basement so I can reduce the humidity in the farmhouse. I’ve washed all the surfaces that had mold and mildew from being closed up while we were gone. I used a bleach solution to kill the spores. I have the attic fan running to draw the excess heat and moisture out. The house had some mold and mildew this time last year when I arrived but this summer has seen more rain and everything was closed up for a month so it was much worse.

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We went for a little drive through City Park and headed home. We set up the dehumidifier with a hose down the drain in the basement. The monitor said it was 75% humidity down there. I set it for 50% so we’ll see how it does. I also bought a large tub of DampRid and put it in the bathroom. It’s a bucket of some sort of granules that absorb moisture from the air. The bathroom is typically a damp place, but ours is made more so by the washer and dryer being in there.

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The cats are fed. Phone calls have been made. Mr. FixIt is settled in his favorite chair reading the news. And I’m in the big chair in front of the window in the dining room. The evening is cool. The evening sounds of the insects and frogs are my background music. It’s date night in West Virginia…and I couldn’t be happier. God has blessed us with a simple life and abundant love. ❤️

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“addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart, giving thanks always and for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, submitting to one another out of reverence for Christ.”\n‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭5:19-21‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Is there anything more wonderful than the glow of the gas light in the yard to welcome you home? This light has burned continuously since I was a little girl. It’s had many mates replaced and several panes of glass. It’s had a coat or two of flat black paint and it can no longer be adjusted for the rust, but it’s the beacon that greets me when I come up the driveway here at the farm

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I ran errands this morning…mail, groceries, produce stand, coffee. Then made a beeline home. All the kitties came to greet me. Old Mama Kitty trembled at the sound of my voice. Boy cat sat a respectable distance and gave me his best throaty hello. Kitty Boy skirted me and settled at the barn with a mouse or some such critter.

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I called the neighbors to let them know I was home. They had informed me several days ago not to be too surprised when I come home and find four new kittens. What??? It seems they hitch-hiked up in the car and stayed. I think the mama took one back because it was back at their house down the road. That left three. I managed to catch two of them and delivered them back to their mama. I just didn’t have it in me to try to catch the last one. I’ll try today.

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It rained an extraordinary amount here this summer and many of the surfaces in the house are covered in a light mold and mildew. I need to get after it with bleach water. I also need a dehumidifier. I put the groceries away, fed the cats, sorted the mail, cleaned the fridge, and just about emptied the truck. I am spent. I don’t know if it’s age, or if it’s after effects of the concussion, or all the trouble with the camper, but this trip was a rough one for me…even with the help of Mr. FixIt. Thank God he was along. It was fun. I loved seeing the kids and I miss everyone already. But I swear…I’m going to sleep for a week!

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If you don’t hear from me for a bit, I’m laying low and catching my breath. I just wanted you to know I’m home…really home! God protected us and kept us safe and we are so grateful! ❤️

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““Return home and tell how much God has done for you.” So the man went away and told all over town how much Jesus had done for him.”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭8:39‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Yesterday was lovely. We went out for breakfast then headed to Camping World to check on the trailer. They were still working on locating an axle. We elected to take the wheel with the nearly shredded tire to Walmart and get a new one. Easy peasy. Then, to kill some time, we went to New Paris and browsed the antique stores. By 4:00 we decided it was best to go check in on the trailer again. Bad news. The replacement axle isn’t sitting on a shelf someplace. They don’t make them until they’re ordered. And, they take ten days to make. So the camper won’t be ready for at least two weeks!

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Ok. Change of plans. It was already 4:30. We swung around back and emptied everything we would need out of the camper. We threw away any food that wouldn’t stay fresh in the fridge, even though they assured us they would keep the trailer plugged in. We stuffed as much as we could in the truck and headed to dinner at a dive along the highway. Then we left Richmond, Indiana and headed for Cleveland to pick up Mr. FixIt’s truck. He left it parked there when he flew to Colorado. We picked it up, filled both trucks with gas, stopped at McDonald’s for coffee and headed for home. It was 1:15 by the time we got to Parkersburg and it would have been another hour to the farm. I called Mr. FixIt behind me and said I’d had enough…so we stopped at his place and I’ll head on in the morning.

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We’ll go on another road trip in a couple of weeks and pick up TOW-Wanda. We’ll talk more tomorrow about how this fiasco happened and what to do to avoid it in the future. In the meantime, I’m done. Thank you, God…for protecting us and keeping us safe during our travels. ❤️

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“The LORD makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the LORD upholds him with his hand.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭37:23-24‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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One of the most important things I’ve learned about camping is this…check, check, and double-check everything. When I had that blowout a couple years ago, I learned to check the air pressure every single time I tow…whether it’s to the end of the driveway or across the state. I learned this from Stephanie and Jeremy Puglisi of RV Family Travel Atlas and Janine Pettit of Girl Camper Podcast. Now I check my tires religiously.

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Day before yesterday, we stopped in a rest area and when I got back in the truck, I walked around…checking to make sure everything looked good. We were fifty miles from the campground. That stretch of I-70 was particularly rough…to the point we had to slow way down. We got to the campground and did a lot of routine maintenance things. I dumped the tanks and cleaned them out. I picked up inside the camper and got set up for the evening, and cooked supper. After the dishes were done and put away, we got those showers we were so anxiously awaiting and crashed. We were both exhausted and slept like logs.

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Yesterday morning, I was unhooking things and Mr. FixIt was checking the air pressure in the tires. When he got to the driver’s side rear tire he said, “Whoa, babe…come look at this. This isn’t good.” The rubber cover was missing off the hub and you could see down into the bearing housing. I knew when I got close and looked at the grease that we did indeed have a problem. The grease was packed with flecks of shiny metal…the bearings had been disintegrated. Luckily there was a Camping World four miles back so we very slowly, very carefully took the camper over.

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After tearing it apart and checking into the other wheels, they believe the last person who repacked my bearings (which I just had done this spring) had tightened the nut down too hard which doesn’t allow for the expansion of the bearings when they get hot. The end cap made of rubber blew off with the resulting pressure and shot all the hot grease out, leaving nothing to lubricate the bearings. Consequently, the casing got so hot it literally melted the bearing housing. The only thing that kept the wheel from flying off was a $2.00 cotter pin. Thank God it wasn’t worse…no one was injured. But the bad news is, it didn’t make any noise and we didn’t detect anything in the operation of the trailer in any way, so we drove on it at 60mph for 50 miles or so. That was hot enough to etch the spindle and the whole axle needs replaced. They are working hard to find me one…even if they have to send someone up to the Starcraft factory up in Elkhart.

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But, here’s the thing…when I had the blowout two years ago, the repairman forgot to put the dust cover back over the hub. When I had the hubs repacked last time, the shop didn’t have one. I’ve thought of it off and on but never got around to it. And, since I wasn’t actually checking the temperature of the hubs, if that dust cover WOULD have been in place, I never would have seen there was a problem. This was, quite literally, a disaster waiting to happen and it’s a miracle no one was injured.

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So, we have an unexpected adventure…exploring Richmond, Indiana and the Old National Road…home of some pretty great antique stores. We found a room for $60 and had dinner at Cracker Barrel. Yes, this is inconvenient. Yes, the repair is going to be expensive. But, we are safe…we are together…and God has us in the palms of his hands. Life is good! ❤️

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“You can be sure that God will take care of everything you need, his generosity exceeding even yours in the glory that pours from Jesus. Our God and Father abounds in glory that just pours out into eternity. Yes.”\n‭‭Philippians‬ ‭4:19-20‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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OMGosh! After camping two nights in parking lots, Grandpa’s Farm Campground is just what the doctor ordered. Mr. FixIt and I were up at the crack of dawn and dragged our sorry butts into the IHOP for breakfast. Coffee, coffee, coffee. I slept maybe three pharmaceutically induced hours to the refrains of a hundred diesel engines idling all night. Ok, there were…like, twenty-five, ok? All I’m sayin’ is…it sounded like the 10th Armored Division were on maneuvers in my living room. Have I ever mentioned I’m grumpy in the mornings if I don’t sleep well and coffee is delayed by the briefest of moments? I thought not…I hate to tarnish my pristine reputation. Oy.

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After breakfast, we sat down with the Atlas and the RV Campground Directory and figured out how long we wanted to drive today. It put us right in the vicinity of Richmond, IN…a very cute little burg. I was in Richmond when Daughter #1 graduated from college a few miles away in Oxford, Ohio at the Miami University. I stopped at this campground on my way out to Colorado this summer. It’s the one I found on a Saturday night when I was contemplating how sorry I was that I’d miss church the next morning, only to find out they have Campground Church every Sunday. It’s run by a lovely family. There is some road noise in the early evening, but it soon dies down after folks get home from work. There’s also a rushing stream along the edge of the campground that you can hear at night. AAA got me a discount and a full hookup site was $32.50. As soon as I got everything hooked up, I turned on the hot water heater so we could enjoy hot showers for the first time in three days! Heavenly!

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But, here’s the very coolest thing….Mr. FixIt DROVE for me all but the first hour. We were tooling along and I just hadn’t had enough sleep or enough coffee. We pulled into a service station, got my pillows and blankets out of the trailer, and I crawled into the passenger side and slept for two hours. When I woke up, I marveled at the decadence of having someone drive me around…pulling my camper with confidence, being just as careful of her as I am. It felt amazing…this giving over some control after having to do everything by myself for so long. The thing is, I kept hanging onto that control…long after I had a capable partner to help me. It was liberating in the totally opposite way of women’s liberation. It felt inclusive, a communal effort. And I was in hog heaven!

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We got to the campground by 3:00 which allows for so much more of an evening than midnight does. Mr. FixIt went for a walk while I wrote this post so we could just enjoy the evening without interruptions. We cooked a nice dinner and sat outside listening to the many sounds of the campground. What a precious treat this man is. Thank you God for safe travels. And thank You for bringing me such a wonderful man to enjoy! ❤️

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“Sing to the LORD, all the earth; proclaim his salvation day after day. Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples.”\n‭‭1 Chronicles‬ ‭16:23-24‬ ‭NIV

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Mr. FixIt was in an automotive store picking up a part for my truck when I was preparing to leave on this trip. He was telling the sales guy about all the trouble I was having getting out of town with the camper. They guy handed him the part and said, “Well, it’ll be smooth sailing from here on out.” Mr. FixIt laughed and said, “I don’t know…everything is an adventure with Ginny McKinney!” He gets me! Yesterday was no exception.

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It took us thirteen hours to get from Denver t this Walmart. The drive on the two-lane was amazingly beautiful. The terrain is sand hills giving way to intermittent flat and rolling fields of corn, soybeans, and what not. There is supposed to be a bad storm this morning in western Kansas and Nebraska so we wanted to put plenty of distance between us and the weather so we kept driving. We stopped in McCook, NE so I could stretch out and take a nap. That gave me my second wind.

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We stopped to eat at a historical marker for the Texas-Ogallala Trail where cattle drives crossed the plains. It was so much more fun having a traveling companion. He could Google in real time things I asked about.

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While the views were wonderful and the roads so much easier to travel without all the truckers, finding a campsite was nearly impossible. There just isn’t the traffic on these back roads to warrant a campground and the couple we saw signs for were impossible to find in the dark. Hence the decision to find a Walmart. I searched in my Garmin and found one about thirty miles away. After eleven miles into it, we made a turn and there was a small sign that said “Bridge Out, 21 miles”. I looked at the GPS and it said to turn in 21 miles. I called the Walmart and they said the bridge was out right where you turn to come into town so we had to take a detour. It added 27 miles to our trip but we were committed at that point. We pressed on and arrived at the store 2 minutes before they closed. We immediately went inside and spoke to the person in charge, asked where we should park, and thanked them profusely. We fell into bed with great relief.

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Yes…everything is an adventure with Ginny McKinney! ❤️

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“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”\n‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5:16-18‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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This is the hard part…saying goodbye. I don’t like goodbyes. I miss my kids and my grands when I’m in West Virginia. I wish we lived closer. At one point I was ready to move back to Colorado. But man…the cost of living is nearing the breaking posing for most people and it has gotten so incredibly crowded. As much as I will miss my girls, I am longing for home…for the peacefulness of the country…for smaller towns and fewer crowds.

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We had a great day yesterday. We fussed around getting the camper cleaned and ready for travel. We did laundry and visited with my son-in-law’s parents, then went to Little’s Art Camp program. She displayed several art pieces and played the violin. Afterwards, we had 14 for a family dinner and that will have to do till next time. We’ve decided to drive the back roads and see what a cross road trip was like in the days of the two-lane blacktop. We’ll follow a river into the sand hills of the western prairie. Our progress will be slow, but I’ll check in and share with you. This is an entirely new experience for me and I’m looking forward to it! ❤️

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“Jesus answered, “It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone.’ ”

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For it is written: “ ‘He will command his angels concerning you to guard you carefully;”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭4:4, 10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I love listening to live music. We met Daughter #1 and the grands for dinner then attended the outdoor concert at Flatirons Crossing…a large mall in Louisville, CO. They left at intermission so when the band started up again, I led Mr. FixIt out on the dance floor for the second half. I love to dance, but my 64-year-old knees were screaming in protest before long. I’ll pay for it today, I’m afraid.

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Yesterday was spent running errands like getting the oil changed on the truck for the trip back. Today is cleaning, doing laundry, packing. We all get to attend Little’s presentation at the end of art camp this afternoon then one last family gathering before we head out in the morning. It’s been a fast month and I’ll miss my babies. I’m already planning our return trip around Christmas! I know this isn’t much of a post…just touching base as we tie up loose ends before we leave. ❤️

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“Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭127:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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There has been a major shift within me this trip. I wasn’t sure going into this vacation how I would react sharing the space that is mine in Colorado with both Mr. Virgo’s memory and Mr. FixIt’s presence. How would everything fit? At home on the farm in West Virginia, Mr. Virgo only occupies space in my mind and heart as well as what few tangible things I have kept that were his. Here, he lives in the mountains, he sits in the sunsets, he whispers in the wind that blows through the trees. He’s everywhere. Would he distract me too much? How would I feel entertaining two men…one very much here, the other very much real but not here?

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I took this wonderful man to “meet” Mr. Virgo and I needn’t have worried. He respected my space. He listened intently. He waited patiently. And at the perfect moment, he walked up behind me, wrapped me in his arms and said, “I’m so sorry, Ginny. I know this was so hard for you. You’ve been through so much and you are very brave.” His arms were a comfort. My fingers intertwined with his as I leaned back against him. I felt his warm breath in my hair. For a moment, I remembered what this same position felt like with Mr. Virgo. Then I let it go…like a feather on a breeze…dancing and floating away from me.

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Time has allowed me perspective and healing. Choice has brought me ever onward and upward. Prayer has given me strength where there was none. Mr. FixIt has given me…Love. Hope. Trust. Joy. Peace. Companionship. Friendship. Laughter. Stability. Comfort. Contact. Connection. I am grateful. This shift has a lot to do with all of the above. Sharing this space with my new love is helping me to, yet again, redefine its meaning. Redefine who I am…redefine my “status”. I know it’s different for everyone. For me, at four and a half years…it’s a choice. I choose love. It is my purpose in life. It is the one thing I am to practice, to hone my skill at. To emulate in a Christ-like way. Not just my love for Mr. FixIt or Mr. Virgo…but for everyone.

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I’ve been asked when I will share a picture of Mr. FixIt with you. And the answer is…not in his lifetime. Not a definable picture, anyway. Distance, maybe. From the back, sure. His hands, definitely. He has the hands of a hard-working man and I love them. But I won’t be sharing his name or his face because those are mine. I share everything else with you…my pain, my fears, my hopes, my joys, my struggles, and my triumphs. I do so without reservation as this is my platform…my purpose. I share to spread love and promote healing. This one great thing…this glimpse into who he really is in real life…is the one tangible thing I will fervently protect.

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Yesterday was a day shared with loved ones. My heart is full. ❤️

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“If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”\n1 Corinthians 13:2-7 NIV

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The trip out west is winding down. The kids are busy with camps and getting ready for school so there isn’t as much time for visiting. I could spend another month showing Mr. FixIt around Colorado, but there are things that need tending to back home. I was going to stay till the end of August so I could attend a Sisters on the Fly event. However, I am hosting a Sisters event in WV the first week of September and there are still so many details to take care of and I want it to be memorable for the gals. So, I’m heading back east this weekend. I’m not going to put Mr. FixIt on the plane…he’s going to drive back with me. We have found an alternate route that will take us along the America River on a two lane and off the wicked roar of the interstate. I’m looking forward to an easier ride home with good company.

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Our last days here will consist of family time and perhaps a drive to Colorado Springs to the Garden of the Gods and Pike’s Peak. Yesterday was laundry day (I ironed a shirt! gasp!), lunch out with my son-in-law’s parents, a little nap in the afternoon, dinner with the family, and a trip to my favorite antique store. The Brass Armadillo is huge and would take a full day to browse. We only had a couple of hours but we did our best to see as much as possible. It floors me to go into an “antique” store and see the things we grew up using and playing with. I mean, really…antiques? How is that possible when we keep getting younger?

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I loved the Ranch sign. And the angel wings were awesome. The trailer with wings was adorable. I didn’t buy a thing, although there were so many things I could see owning. I can’t shop anymore without envisioning the work involved with downsizing when I sold my house and got rid of 95% of my personal belongings. It was so incredibly difficult and I don’t ever want to do that again. I already own too much stuff! I want to keep my life light and not be burdened by the weight of possessions. I love stuff. I love that my friends dig their stuff and want to keep it around them. I totally get that. It’s going to be interesting to see how things unfold as my relationship with Mr. FixIt moves forward. Ohhhh, he’s as big a pack rat as I am!

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Today’s a day of helping my daughter while Mr. FixIt entertains himself. He can find his way around Denver with the GPS. I hope you all have an incredible day! ❤️

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“He answered, “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ ””\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭10:27‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Whew….some Mondays we just have to go to church here at the Ranch. Especially when I’ve heard a sermon like yesterday. Let me tell you a little bit about how God works in my life. There’s a church here in Denver that I really like…Red Rocks Church. It’s very much like my home church in West Virginia…contemporary, progressive, energetic. I love it and couldn’t wait to take Mr. FixIt. Red Rocks Church has four campuses plus a prison outreach. One campus has the pastor live and all the others watch a live feed on the big screen in their respective churches. I usually go to the Arvada campus, but I really wanted Mr. FixIt to hear the sermon live. I was planning to drive down to the Littleton Campus in order to accomplish that. I’m always quick to get ready but yesterday I just couldn’t seem to get it together. I couldn’t believe it when I looked at the clock and saw we would be lucky to make it to the local satellite church. We made a bee line and got there in time to grab a cup of coffee and get seated. As we were walking into the sanctuary, a volunteer said, “You’re in for a treat today…the pastor is here live with an amazing message!” I couldn’t believe it. If we would have left on time to get to the other church, we would have been watching the pastor on the big screen! God fascinates me. His ways are so mysterious. His love is so complete.

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The message yesterday was about the Samaritan woman at the well again. The pastor spoke about five words and how they relate to all of us. Pain. Prison. Power. Platform. Purpose. The Samaritan woman had suffered pain…as we all have. She was living in a self-imposed prison of isolation as she avoided interacting with others. Then she had an encounter with Jesus at the well and experienced His power. She used her experiences of Pain, Prison, and Power as her Platform from which she could share her testimony. This allowed her to live her Purpose.

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I don’t know about you, but I struggled for nearly sixty years trying to figure out what my purpose is in this life. I hadn’t done a very good job being a wife until my third marriage. I didn’t feel I had been a very good mother, although I tried and I did the best I could with the knowledge and experiences I possessed at the time. It wasn’t till I lost Mr. Virgo and spent three months in the wilderness and backroads of Colorado that I discovered my purpose is to love. To accomplish this, I have built this new life from the ashes of who I was before the fires of grief changed me.

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The pastor used an example of someone who has turned her pain into her platform. At seven years old, Gabriella has had more pain than you can imagine. After a diagnosis of leukemia, it has been this innocent child who teaches the doctors and nurses…and, anyone in earshot, really…about Jesus. She comforts her mother when she worries about her and says “Don’t worry…God’s got this!” As they were taking her into surgery to place the port for chemo, this brave little girl only said three words but she said them over and over for two hours before they wheeled her into the OR. “In Jesus’ name…In Jesus’ name…In Jesus’ name.” When the folks from the Make a Wish Foundation contacted Gabs and her parents to find out her wish, she couldn’t think of what to ask for. She didn’t need anything. Finally, after weeks of contemplation, she decided last Saturday what she wanted. She wanted to preach at Red Rocks Church. So, yesterday, this beautiful little angel…just a wisp of a thing in her flower halo…bravely marched out onto the stage in front of hundreds of strangers. She held her notes in one hand, the microphone in the other, and she told us about her friend, Jesus. And how He holds us in the palm of his hand. She said we don’t need to be afraid because when she was afraid before her chemo, it was Jesus who comforted her. She said that was why she had wanted to be “bapatized”…because she loved Jesus. I’m telling you…that was the most powerful service I have ever attended. There wasn’t a dry eye in the place and I was so grateful to have been in the front row to witness it live.

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The rest of the day was beautiful. We drove up to the top of Mt. Evans after church. At 14,134 feet elevation, we were quite literally in the clouds. After the power of witnessing the faith of that child, standing on top of the world seemed almost inconsequential. Afterward, we went to Central City for supper and to wait out the Sunday evening traffic returning to Denver. By the time we were back and told our stories of the day to our family, we were spent. Yes, some Mondays I just have to take you to church. This was one. ❤️

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“And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.”\n‭‭John‬ ‭14:13-14‬ ‭NIV

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#Jesus, #wisdom, #faith

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After a busy day sightseeing, we visited with my “surrogate parents” and my sweet brother. We walked around town and looked at the darling shops of downtown Glenwood Springs and chose one of my favorite restaurants for dinner…The Riviera Supper Club. So, I’m out on the town with my man as I jot this note to you…and this is “all she wrote” for today. We will head back to the campground (NO cell service or WiFi…yay!!!) We’ll head back to Denver tomorrow! ❤️

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“On the first day of the week we came together to break bread. Paul spoke to the people and, because he intended to leave the next day, kept on talking until midnight.”\n‭‭Acts‬ ‭20:7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Seriously…have you seen anything more beautiful than this??? Maroon Bells…the most photographed scene in Colorado. Mr. FixIt has never been to Colorado and I’m trying to jam in as many amazing sights I can in the short time we are up here in the mountains. We got our exercise yesterday! We started with The Ritz Carlton Club in Aspen Highlands to see Mr. Virgo’s Memorial. They planted a tree and laid a plaque in his honor off the patio of his restaurant in the hotel. It has grown about three feet since they planted it. I felt him all around me there. He loved that restaurant and the view. After paying our respects and talking to some of the Ladies and Gentlemen of the Ritz Carlton, we took the shuttle up to Maroon Bells Wilderness Area and hiked around the lake and through meadows of mountain wildflowers in their prime. The Colorado sky did not disappoint, and even though we didn’t see the bear Mr. FixIt wanted to see, he had a grand time. By the time we finished our hike we were famished. We took the shuttle\nbus back into Aspen Highlands and drove into Aspen for a late lunch. We walked the streets, people watching and browsing through the shops till it was time to head back to the camper. There was live music in the park last night and we didn’t want to miss that. We have no cell or phone service in the campground so I have to post when I have service somewhere. If I miss a day, don’t worry…it just means I didn’t come to town.

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It was another beautiful day in the Rockies. The night sky is so incredibly black you can’t see your hand in front of your face but the stars??? OMGosh! You can see the entire Milky Way! They’re so close it feels like you can touch them. Amazing! ❤️

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““But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.”\n‭‭Job‬ ‭12:7-10‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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There are moments in life that you would like to freeze and keep forever, aren’t there? Yesterday was just such a day. The part came in for the camper and Mr. FixIt went to pick it up while I packed up and got the camper ready to haul it to our next site. It was a really easy, short trip without any hills to speak of and we were there in no time. There was only one little glitch. The campsite I had reserved was a group site and there was someone coming to stay right beside us…which kind of defeated the point. Fortunately, there was another site nearby that was even better and we got set up quickly and headed to Marble for lunch at Slow Groovin’ BBQ. It was there I met Kevin from Grand Rapids, MI. Kevin is doing what many young college grads do…he’s finding his groove and he couldn’t have picked a better place than here! As many of these stories, it all started with a blown engine and this person knew that person and off he is on an adventure. (Note to Kevin’s mom…you raised a fine young man. He’s polite and friendly and has great dreams. I know you must be very proud of him. He says you worry. I understand but…he’ll be careful. He misses you and all his nieces and nephews.) Anyway, Kevin was a bright spot in our day and it was a delight to meet him.

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After lunch, we headed to Glenwood Springs to listen to live music in the park. The Black Lillies from Nashville were the highlight of the night and they were awesome! This is my old stomping grounds. I moved here as a young doctor’s wife in 1986. I ran into people who have known me, supported me, and cheered me on through every incarnation I went through since then. It was such a treat to introduce Mr. FixIt to so many of my longtime friends. He had a blast!

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Today we are off to explore Aspen! Stay tuned!!! ❤️

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“I will sing to the LORD all my life; I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭104:33‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Last week I reported to you that Mr. Virgo was in my dreams two nights running saying he was leaving me. He appeared again Sunday night. In this dream I found out that he had some sort of neurological problem and that’s why he decided to go on and not try to come back. He was brought to me in a black limousine. They told me he was coming and that I could see him the way he would have looked had he survived the heart attack. When the car pulled up, he rolled down the window and he had obvious neurological damage, yet in the dream, he could still stand. He got out of the limo and looked at me so sad. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” He said it was HE who was sorry he had to leave me like that. I pulled away from him and said, “You know how much I love you, right?” He said of course he did. I said, “Well, I’ve met someone wonderful and I love him, too. I can’t leave him now.” His eyes softened and he wrapped me in his arms and whispered into my hair, “It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok.” And…I woke up. Three times in a week he’s been in my dreams and he hasn’t been here that much in the last four and a half years. I think it’s because I’ve brought Mr. FixIt here to Colorado…turf that, up until now, belonged to Mr. Virgo and me.

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It was still dark…the first hint of daylight tinting the eastern sky. I lay there quietly, listening to the soft breathing of this wonderful man I have come to love. “It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok.” I smiled in the darkness, snuggled closer, and went back to sleep.

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We were up bright and early yesterday. Lots to do…doctor’s appointment and pick up the replacement thermostat (it’s still not in after two more stops in the RV dealer). We went out for breakfast then stopped to visit Mr. Virgo’s grave. I left one of the painted rocks that I’ve found recently that said “I love your smile!” It made ME smile. Then I took Mr. FixIt up to Rifle Falls State Park. In all the years I lived here, I had never been there. We hiked up to the top, took lots of pictures, and headed back to town to take my brother out to dinner again. Afterwards, we stopped at the grocery store and ran into Rob and Jordan, two young men from Virginia who had built this funky trailer from scratch and are on a five month trek across the country. They have a YouTube channel called Fantasy Jive ( www.youtube.com/channel/U… ) What an adventure!

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A trip to Lowe’s rounded out the day. We needed some wire connectors and wire stripper for the thermostat project. With the groceries put away, we finally had time to sit in our new chairs and listen to the river rushing through the canyon as the sun set. We stayed the last two nights at Glenwood Canyon Resort…one of the most beautiful places to camp in Colorado, in my opinion. While the sites are rather close together, there’s nothing like sitting and staring up at the steep canyon walls directly across the river from your campsite. Trains run through the canyon at all hours, but if you’re like me, they make you smile.

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Today we break camp and head on to our next stop on this adventure. Stay tuned to see what we are up to next!❤️

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“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever— the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you.”\n‭‭John‬ ‭14:16-17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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“Eula Faye” is my F-150…a beauty for sure, but she lacks guts. As I figured, climbing these mountains pulling TOW-Wanda was brutal and pushed her to her limits. I watched fearfully as the transmission temperature steadily climbed, maxing out at 232 degree. I immediately moved off the side of the highway and let her cool back down to her baseline of 194 before starting again. Consequently, it was a very long drive to our campsite on the Western Slope. It was 94 degrees when we unhooked at 3:00. I went in to start the air conditioner to start cooling off the camper when It wouldn’t work…again. It just so happens, we are camping 27 miles from the RV dealer where I bought this camper so I immediately called to see if they were open. We drove straight over and arrived 15 minutes before closing time. We took the old thermostat with us and they ordered us the replacement part. It will arrive by noon today.

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I don’t like to say bad things about a business because they could just be having an off day or maybe here was a miscommunication. As we left town yesterday, we stopped at Camper World to get a replacement thermostat as they are a Starcraft Dealer. There were three men behind the parts counter and I got three different answers. The general consensus was the part is obsolete. I couldn’t imagine that to be true as this is a 2015 camper. The young guy went back in the back and brought a thermostat us and said, “This will work.” I looked at the thermostat and back at him. My thermostat has a six wire harness. The one he brought up was nine. When I pointed this out he said, “Just don’t hook up three of them.” Right. I ignored him and turned to the one closest to me who was at least tying to help me by looking up the actual part number. Then he told me it wasn’t in his computer so it must be obsolete. I asked him if the company who manufactured the thermostat had a replacement part number. He had no idea how to contact them. Finally, I excused myself, spent fifteen minutes researching on Google and found the approved replacement thermostat from RVUpgrades.com. I did buy two padded club chairs that are much more comfortable than the ones I bought last winter. Then I left.

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Hopefully the new part from the dealer on the Western Slope will work and we’ll have the AC back. Fortunately, the temperature cooled off enough to made sleeping more comfortable, and it is supposed to cool off later in the week.

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We took my brother to dinner last night. It was so, so good to see him! We’ll visit again today. I know this isn’t a profound and insightful post. My trip posts are just there to let you know what I’m up to, places I think you might be interested in, and the wonderful people I meet along the way. Like Rick…the helpful hardware man at Ace. Rick has been following Marshmallow Ranch for at least two years. When I pulled into the neighborhood Ace store yesterday to top off my propane tanks, Rick came out to help me and greet me with a great big hug! He was so excited to meet Mr. FixIt. We stood and visited for quite some time. When I came back out from paying for the propane, he asked if he could pray with us for safety for our trip and blessings for our relationship. I went to the truck and got Mr. Fixit and we stood right there in the parking lot of the Ace Hardware and prayed together. It was very touching. So, even though the truck struggled, even though the AC wouldn’t work, even though it was hot and sticky trying to sleep…I let it all roll off me like water off a duck’s back. Blessings abound! ❤️

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“For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.””\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭18:20‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Located sixty-five miles north of Denver, Fort Collins is a bustling college town with plenty to see and do. Shopping, restaurants and abundant recreational opportunities will keep you occupied for days. We gathered as a family to cheer on our oldest grandchild as she competed in the State Swim Meet. She did very well, carving time off her personal bests. Her greatest competition is herself. She is humble and hard working. It was a joy and honor to attend and watch the young woman she is becoming.

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We all stayed in the Historic Timnath Hotel located just across I-25 in the little village of Timnath. Now a private residence, this lovely building has been lovingly restored and was quite comfortable to stay in and cook our meals. You can rent it on Air B&B. I am so grateful to have such a loving extended family. We especially enjoyed sitting out on the balcony talking till late as we enjoyed the cool of the evening.

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Last night, the rest of the family came over and fifteen of us celebrated the 88th birthday of the matriarch of the family. It was such a delight! Today we head to the mountains for a week of camping. I’m a little nervous about pulling the camper up real mountains with this truck. I’ll feel much better when I get this first day behind me. We need to stop at Camping World and buy a new thermostat for the air conditioner. It has become unreliable. I did manage to get it to work by using a can of compressed air to clean out any dust and dirt that has accumulated on the switch contacts. But there is nothing worse than arriving at a campground in the heat of July or August only to discover the AC isn’t working. Better to just fix it.

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I hope you have a Happy Monday! ❤️

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“You’ll travel safely, you’ll neither tire nor trip. You’ll take afternoon naps without a worry, you’ll enjoy a good night’s sleep. No need to panic over alarms or surprises, or predictions that doomsday’s just around the corner, Because GOD will be right there with you; he’ll keep you safe and sound.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3:23-26‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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I’ve known Mr. FixIt for nearly fifty years. He’s gregarious and fun and funny. He’s everyone’s best friend and, just like me, he has never known a stranger. He fits into every crowd, can talk on a number of subjects, and always has something to contribute to conversations. When I found myself with the opportunity to be in a relationship with my long time friend, of course I jumped at the chance. I had no doubt that he would fit right into my family. It’s like he’s always been a part of us and I couldn’t be happier. You know, Mr. Virgo wasn’t my first marriage. There were two before him. My daughter laughs and calls me Elizabeth…as in Taylor. It wasn’t my plan to have this many men in my life. It was my destiny.

Yesterday was the best day! Family time, time spent exploring Fort Collins, and then the other grandparents joined us in the afternoon. My daughter and son-in-law went to a wedding and the grandparents and grandchildren stayed home and cooked a nice dinner. Afterwards we all sat on the deck and visited as the sun set. We watched the bats come out and pick off the mosquitoes. We watched the neighborhood rabbits forage in the overgrown yard of an abandoned house across the street. Just after dusk, we heard the calls of a pack of coyotes beyond the river. The oppressive heat of the day gave way to the first cool breeze of the night and we all breathed a collective sigh of relief. I try to spend every moment I can sitting outdoors when the weather permits it. Winters seem so dreadfully long when I can’t go out after dark and enjoy the front porch.

Today is an action packed day of fun with the grandchildren then we head back to Denver to prepare for our camping adventure that begins on Monday. I can’t wait to tell you about the campgrounds and all the sites we will be visiting in the coming week. I get to see my brother and my friends and make more introductions. I am so blessed! ❤️

“These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.”
Deuteronomy 6:6-7 NIV

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I get the biggest kick out of showing people places they’ve never seen…especially when it’s a place I love so much. Colorado was my home for forty years and it’s truly spectacular. Mr. FixIt has never been here so I’m having a blast watching him explore. Yesterday we went up to Rocky Mountain National Park. We no sooner got there till the skies opened up and a major thunderstorm blew in. I pulled into the parking area at Sheep Lake and turned off the engine. Mr. FixIt asked what we were looking at. I pointed up high in the mountains and said, “See that lightning? That’s where we’re going. I’m going to wait till it breaks up a bit.” He looked up at the high peaks and I could read a lot on his face. “Cool!” “Man, that’s high!” “I’ve got the coolest girlfriend on the planet!” Well, ok…I could be projecting that last part. lol

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Once the storm let up a little, we proceeded on through the park and turned right to go up Old Fall River Road. To me, that’s the only way to approach Trail Ridge Road from the east. We drove past the site where the flash flood several years ago brought down an alluvial fan for the record books. Shortly after the falls at the fan, you jog to the right and start up the mountain on a narrow, single lane dirt road with no guard rails. Majesty comes into view at every turn, be it waterfalls or sheer drop offs, abundant wildlife or above-treeline vistas. Mr. FixIt said his neck hurt from flipping his head back and forth trying to take it all in. The road is seven-and-a-half miles long and with all the stops and pulling over to let the faster cars by, it took five hours. But, that included a stop for coffee at the restaurant at the top of Trail Ridge Road. It was 49 degrees and really windy at the top. You seriously feel like you’re on top of the world up there. Mr. FixIt was beside himself!

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We are staying with my kids, grandkids, and son-in-law’s parents in a historic hotel and have the whole place to ourselves. We got back in time last night to grill burgers and have salad and corn on the cob. Summer is such a wonderful time of year. Mr. FixIt kept thanking me all day for showing him such a good time. It is so incredibly sweet when you’re on the happy side of life, isn’t it? To be appreciated…and told so??? What a gift that we get to give away to each other! Life is so good! ❤️

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“In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭95:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I am in my fifth year writing this blog. The original page was intended to showcase art jewelry I was making out of antique silverware and maps. Then Mr. Virgo died and it morphed into a grief blog. I dealt solely with the monumental task of putting one foot in front of the other and surviving that horrid loss. In an effort to cope, I put something joyful in front of me in the form of a small camper and a group of spunky women who liked to travel and have adventures. The focus gradually shifted from the darkness of death to the possibility of living after loss and eventually I started breathing again. With each stage of grief, with each right of passage, with each new thing, the focus of my writing has shifted to accommodate the change du jour.

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A reader commented yesterday that my site has “lost its focus”. I had to sit down and give myself a good self-examination. For what seemed like an eternity, the only thing I could talk about was pain and death and grief and darkness. Thank God that’s not the focus of all my writing any more. It means I’m healing. So, what IS the “focus of my site”? Trailers, camping, travel, Girl Campers and Sisters on the Fly? Not entirely. My family in Colorado and West Virginia? Somewhat. The farm and the cats? Sometimes. God and how He has touched my life and moved mountains? Much of the time. My writing is all of these things and more. I’m part storyteller, part preacher, part analyst, part therapist. I’m part comedienne, part realist, part widow, part mom. Because that’s what life is…it’s 10,000 things all at once so I write about the 10,000 things and try to make some sense of it all. Because out there…somewhere out there is a widow that’s hurting, a wife who was left, a child who was molested. And somewhere in here is a story that just might help one of them, whether it seems unfocused or not.

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While the subject matter of my blog has indeed varied over the years, my focus has not. My focus is to help people in any way I can. To be of service. To quote John Keats, “Love is my religion…”. I will admit, writer’s block has me occasionally writing diary-like posts a la Bridget Jones. And this new, wild and wonderful love story I’ve got going on here is distracting, to say the least. I take constructive criticism to heart and I will try to write more focused essays in the future. I have no problem hearing constructive criticism. We all have room for improvement. ❤️

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“Whoever heeds life-giving correction will be at home among the wise.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭15:31‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I’ve been holding my breath for months now. I wanted to talk to you about it, but I couldn’t. It was really complicated and it was scary and it had to do with Mr. FixIt and I hadn’t told you about him yet. I was still trying to figure out how to introduce a new character into our little story here without changing the dynamic so much that you ran away in droves. Come to find out, I needn’t have worried about that. Everyone has been so wonderful and supportive of my new love and I am so grateful. So, now I can tell you the other half of the story.

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Mr. FixIt and I hadn’t been seeing each other romantically very long when he had an annual physical and some blood tests came back abnormal. The doctor wanted to wait three months and then repeat the lab work and this time it was even worse. He referred us to a specialist and Mr. FixIt had a series of tests. One of the possible diagnoses was leukemia. My heart both sank through the floor and jumped out of my chest. This was my biggest fear…that I would fall in love with this wonderful man and be over-the-moon happy only to have him get sick and die on me. Leukemia. Just thinking the word made me physically ill. And Mr. FixIt was flat out devastated that he just found happiness and the rug could get pulled out from under us. He hated that this scared me to death. It scared him, too.

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He had a bone marrow biopsy and after waiting three weeks, we finally heard the news we had been praying for. It is NOT leukemia! Thank you, Jesus! That’s the good news. The bad news is we still don’t know exactly what it is, because there IS something going on. But our doctor contacted the specialist at West Virginia University and they both agreed to watch and wait six months and repeat the tests then.

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I let out my breath. This man has become so important to me. He has stolen my heart. We’ve known each other since we were kids. We’ve always been great friends. That came first. But to fall in love, to open my heart again and to love so deeply after the profound loss of Mr. Virgo…only to lose again? I couldn’t bear the thought. I prayed…fervently. I asked others to pray…unspoken prayers, specific prayers, prayers for healing. “Please, don’t let it be cancer!” “Please heal him.” “If he’s sick, let it be something easily controlled and non-life threatening.” Denying. Bargaining. In his favor, Mr. FixIt is extremely healthy, walks 5-6 miles a day, has purposefully lost sixty pounds, and eats a healthy diet. I can’t help but think, whatever this is, it can’t be too awfully bad or he wouldn’t be this healthy. So I’ll breathe. I will relax a little. I didn’t realize how wound up I was till I heard the doctor on the other end of the line in our phone conference Tuesday.

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And now, my sweetheart is here with me! Oh…standing in the greeting area of DIA yesterday, my heart leapt with joy when I saw this handsome man, this lean and lanky guy with the graying red hair, my best friend in the whole wide world coming up the escalator! I could hardly wait to get a hold of him. Our good news of the day before underlining the poignancy of the moment. What would I have done? What if it would have been the worst case scenario? It is not unreasonable for my widow-mind to go there because I’ve been there before. Well…I’ve had a little time to think about those “what ifs”. And I’ll tell you what. Our love is long term. Platonic for the majority of our lives…romantic for only the last few months. It doesn’t matter. When you love someone, and you are dealt a blow, there is only one thing to do…you just hold hands and walk into the fire. Together.

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We are grateful we have each other at this time in our lives. We celebrate this wonderful chance at love. We thank God for his bountiful blessings. We put our trust in Him for He has plans for us. ❤️

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“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the LORD, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.””\n‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭29:11-14‬ ‭NIV

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The phone dinged. I had a text.

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“Are you awake?”

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7:30am on vacation. A Tuesday.

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“Yes!”

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“I have to bring the van back and pick up my car and I’m stopping at Starbucks. You want something?”

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OMGosh! I love this woman…daughter or not.

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“Yes, please!!!”

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Daughter #1 is a busy woman. Even though she is technically “off” on summer break, her oldest is on swim team and practices eight times a week. She’s helping her BFF remodel a kitchen. She carts her youngest to this camp or that. She took a whole passel of kids to a concert Monday night. She’s organizing a cleaning a house that is a challenge. She’s always ready at the drop of a hat to be someplace, help someone, do something. And yesterday morning, that something was to curl up on the twin bed in my slide out, coffee in hand, for an hour and a half of uninterrupted conversation with her mom.

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I miss this. I miss my babies and their activities. Big grew five inches since I was here at Christmas. Little at least two. Their hair is long, their knowledge increased, braces are gone. At the same time, I’ve found peace and love on a farm in West Virginia and I can’t imagine not living there right now. So, I continue to come here twice a year, summer and Christmas. I did suggest perhaps next summer everyone can come visit us!

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I met one of my Sisters on the Fly friends for lunch and walked around the mall for some exercise. I heard on the news yesterday that it was something like the 23rd day in a row of 90 degrees or above here in Colorado. At least it’s a dry heat. It’s much easier to exercise in the mall than outside. It turned out to be another wonderful day.

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I have learned that when I am in the Word…when I am God-centric…when I am Faith-focused…I have peace. A peace that surpasses all understanding. This is supernatural. This is standing in Grace. This is Joy. I am so grateful. ❤️

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““I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.””\n‭‭John‬ ‭16:33‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Sometimes it takes a couple days of cogitation before I recognize a sign. You’ve heard me say many times that Mr. Virgo sends me birds to let me know he is near. Strictly speaking, souls in Heaven have no connection to us here on earth. Dogma dictates our loved ones cannot see or contact us. I can’t quote you a scripture to support this, but I would not doubt there is one. That being said, since the Discovery Channel has not sent a team of investigators and a film crew to the other side and brought back photographic evidence of what Heaven is like, I prefer to believe our loved ones can and do watch out for us. It gives me hope. I physically saw Mr. Virgo’s spirit leave his body. I know for a fact the spiritual realm is real. Therefore, I believe he sends me birds.

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The first such occurrence happened early on after Mr. Virgo died unexpectedly of a heart attack. It was late summer and I had recently returned from my three month sojourn in the wilderness and backroads of Colorado. For the first eighteen months, I brought a good sized rock to place around the perimeter of Mr. Virgo’s grave. I had just placed several rocks from my trip and sat back in the car next to his grave so I could get out of the sun. I was overcome with grief and laid my head on the steering wheel and sobbed…that loud, raspy, snotty cry that comes in the early weeks and months after such a profound loss. As I started to regain some control, I heard a bird…fairly close…singing. I looked to my left, and there…on the boundary post not three feet from me…was a mountain bluebird. He was looking straight at me, singing his bluebird song, and tilting his head this way and that as he watched me…intently. I held my breath, afraid to move because I didn’t want to scare him away. He stayed there for the longest time, then finally flew off into a thicket across the road.

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For months, every time I went to the cemetery, bluebirds would come. First one, then two…then five, eight, twelve! Flocks of bluebirds! One warm spring day a year after Mr. Virgo’s death, I had the door open and my feet propped up on the door handle. Suddenly, three bluebirds swooped down and landed on the top of the open door. Two more flew in and rested on the side view mirror. I was stunned! As I traveled, birds would come sit near me. One morning in Missouri, as I was programming my GPS, I heard a tap, tap, tapping on the driver’s side window. I looked and there was a goldfinch sitting on the little edge of door, tapping on the glass. This has continued on and on…for four and a half years.

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Saturday night, I had a dream. A nightmare, really. Mr. Virgo is seldom in my dreams. As a matter of fact, my dream life has largely vanished since his death. But Saturday night, he came and sat on my bed. He looked at me and said he was leaving. I woke up in tears. It felt like a “breaking up with you” kind of leaving. It tugged at the far corners of the abandonment issues I have largely put to rest. It didn’t feel good and made me a little sad. Then, Sunday night…the owls came. Two BIG Great Horned Owls…in the daylight…in a highly urban area…50 feet from me. They sat there in the tree for twenty minutes or so…softly hooting…when first one, then the other, soared on silent wings off to another area. It didn’t really occur to me that Mr. Virgo could have sent those owls…until the second dream.

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Sunday night, he came again. This time he was…softer somehow. Hazy. Ethereal. His voice was thinner…farther off. Again, Mr. Virgo told me he was going away. This time it felt…kinder, gentler. I woke up and lay there in the dark. This didn’t feel like abandonment. This felt like putting the binding on a quilt, tucking the ends in neat and tidy before placing the anchor stitch. Mr. Virgo was saying goodbye. I’ve felt him with me many times in the last four and a half years. Little has seen him. She told me every time he looks at me, he smiles. She was six at the time. I think he knows I’m really, truly ok. I think he knows I’m safe with Mr. FixIt. I think he knows he doesn’t have to watch over me anymore. Does this mean my grief is “over”? No…it means it’s morphed into yet another form. This shape-shifting beast has been largely tamed at this point. It will raise its head every now and again, but for the most part…it is healed. Scarred, but healed. Maybe this has more to do with ME letting go.

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I will always notice the birds and I will smile in remembrance. But, I will never again think of them as coming from Mr. Virgo. ❤️

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“Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.”\n‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭4:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Ok, we’re going to church here in a little bit…fair warning. But first, I want to share something cool that happened. As I settled in TOW-Wanda last night after a fun-filled day with the family, I heard the soft hoot of an owl. A Great Horned Owl, to be precise. I jumped up and quietly opened the camper door only to see a pair of huge owls sitting in the tree about 50-60 feet away from where I stood…in awe, I might add. This is not something one sees ordinarily. Not in the daylight and not in a large urban area. I wish Little could have been here…she is really into Harry Potter right now. She would have loved to see the owls.

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Little went to church with me and really had a wonderful time. She enjoyed the worship team. She brought up points from the sermon during the day and told me I need to take her whenever I go there. We went to a friend’s house in the afternoon to help her paint her kitchen then, after a little quiet time in the afternoon, we attended a graduation party. It was a beautiful day.

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Yesterday’s sermon was about the Samaritan woman at the well. The story goes, Jesus is waiting by a well while his disciples went for food. It was noon when a Samaritan woman came to the well to draw water. Jesus asked her to draw a drink for him and she objected. Jews and Samaritans did not mix company. The pastor has, of course, read this passage countless times, but recent events altered his interpretation. Last week, he and his family went on a trip to Africa to check on Missionaries they are working with. One morning, they went to the well at the base of a mountain and it was crowded with women and children from the villages above…filling their water containers to haul back up the mountain to their homes. Just to survive. And the next day and the next would find them doing the same thing. One would think the drudgery of hauling heavy loads of water back up the mountainside would create a dismal mood at the well. But, that wasn’t the case. There was much laughter, hugging, the sharing of news and stories among this community of women. This was their only social outlet…their only time to get the love and support we all so desperately need in our lives. Then they headed home, their containers full, till they descended the next morning.

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As the pastor watched this activity, he thought of the Samaritan woman and a line from the scripture struck him in a way it never had before. It said the woman came to the well at about noon. Now, noon is the hottest time of the day. No one would come to the well at such a time and try to haul heavy containers of water. Why would she have chosen to come when the others were not there? What was going on in her life that would cause her to forego a sense of community. His answer lay in the rest of the scripture. The Samaritan woman had been married and divorced five times. She was living with a man who was not her husband. She was well aware of what the others thought of her and she just couldn’t face the scrutiny, the judgement, the name-calling and whispers. She was ashamed. She felt unworthy. Till she had a chance encounter with Jesus and He taught her that her worth comes from God…not from the opinions of others. That she was just as worthy in His eyes as any other.

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How many times have you felt unworthy? How many times have you avoided interactions with others out of fear of condemnation? How many times have you shut down simply because it was easier than facing what others throw at you? I know I spent far too many years feeling unworthy of love, of respect, of kindness. The child of an alcoholic, the victim of childhood sexual abuse at the hands of two different men…these things set me up for low self-esteem and all the resultant destructive behaviors one does to cope. It wasn’t until I felt the unconditional love of a Father I had never known that I began to recognize my worth. I believe God sent Mr. Virgo to talk some sense into me and love some of that pain away.

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You are worthy. You are loved. Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you are “less than” or “unloveable”. It simply is not true. God doesn’t want you to wait till you have your act together to come talk with Him. He loves you exactly where you are, exactly how you are, in spite of what is going on in your life. That is the message from the sermon yesterday and I just felt I needed to share that with you today. It’s Motivation Monday…time to straighten up your crown and own your worth today, dear ones. ❤️

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“With this in mind, we constantly pray for you, that our God may make you worthy of his calling, and that by his power he may bring to fruition your every desire for goodness and your every deed prompted by faith. We pray this so that the name of our Lord Jesus may be glorified in you, and you in him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ.”\n‭‭2 Thessalonians‬ ‭1:11-12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Dear God in Heaven…thank you for bringing this small human into my life! She and her sister are the delights of my life. Yesterday was our semi-annual “Nana and Little’s Day of Fun!” Each grandchild gets to pick and choose what they want to do with Nana, where and what they want to eat, and how the day and night will play out. Big is thirteen now so we pretty much go shopping and have lunch although last summer she did want to go to the Denver Aquarium with me. Little is only ten and she is still all about the fun we can have. Her day is always centered around shopping, doing a craft or baking, and a sleepover in TOW-Wanda. She told everyone at the mall what the significance of the day was and what we’ve done and what we’re going to do. She’s like me…gregarious, funny, creative. Her sister is the thinker, brilliant, caring…strong and tender.

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Little always comes up with the funniest things. She is deep and profound and hilariously, seriously funny. Our first stop was 2nd & Charles…a bookstore where you can sell or trade your old books, movies, CD’s…even vinyl. There are three bins out front filled with free stuff. Yesterday, I picked up a book by Michael Moore, a cookbook with gluten free recipes, a Dr. Who Christmas Ornament still in the box, and Audubon’s Field Guide on Insects and Spiders of North America. Not a bad haul. As little and I rummaged through what was left in the bins, she came across a coloring activity sheet from either a Sunday School or Vacation Bible School. Jesus was standing with several children and someone had placed a sticker over his mouth. Little turned to me and said…“Nana…I can’t tell if this is Jesus or a Jedi.” For some reason that just totally cracked us both up and the more we laughed, the funnier it got. Joy…sheer joy. This is my reward for being puked on at 3:00am…for putting up with a sassy pants teenaged girl…for the pain of letting her grow and get married and move to the opposite end of the country. This. This sweet child and her sister.

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Last night was dinner out with the other grandparents and a viewing of the first Harry Potter movie with popcorn. We “camped” in the driveway in TOW-Wanda. This morning is church with my girl. My heart is so full. ❤️

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“Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭17:6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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There’s nothing like feeling really good after feeling really bad. I was so miserable Wednesday…too tired, too much junk food, too much altitude, not enough water and I was laid low. Nancy, one of my Colorado readers, sent me a message yesterday first thing and suggested I try to find some “Altitude Adjustment”…a nutritional supplement that helps your body adjust to the changes our bodies go through at elevation. I don’t know the science behind it, but if they told me twirling a chicken over my head would have made me feel better, I’d have been heading to the nearest barnyard. I was willing to try anything because I didn’t want to spend another day miserable. Nancy even offered to meet me halfway to deliver some if I needed her to. I called the number on the back of the package from the picture she sent and got the name of the nearest store that carried Altitude Adjustment and took it right away. I drank three bottles of water. My son-in-law’s mom insisted I eat something and made me an egg sandwich. And within an hour, I felt great. I spent the day out with my daughter and grandchildren and last night we all got together to celebrate birthdays and an anniversary. It was a great day!

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Also, my latest post on the Sisters on the Fly Blog series “Getting Bolder” went live yesterday. It is always so exciting to see that! You can catch it here…

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Thank you for your kind words of support yesterday. I never feel entirely alone with God..and all of you out there! ❤️

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“But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.””\n‭‭2 Chronicles‬ ‭15:7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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OMGosh! I thought it was going to take forever to get here. With the long drive day on Monday, I was sure hoping today would go better. My good friend Diane called me Monday night and said, “I’m waiting to read about the fun part in this. Why on earth are you doing this if it’s so miserable?” And, my answer depends on when you ask. If you would have asked me Monday evening, I’d be hard pressed to come up with a good reason. But, if you asked me Thursday and Friday when I was camping with my gal pals, I’d tell you that’s the best. And if you ask me right this minute while TOW-Wanda is tucked in the shade at Ben and Sue’s house and my grandkids are here, I’d tell you this is the best. And, on the 24th, when Mr. FixIt and I head to the high country to camp for a week, I’ll tell you that’s the best. I will tell you this…the very worst day pulling a camper cross-country through Kansas in July at 103 degrees with no air conditioning STILL beats the very best day at work…hands down!

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Yesterday wasn’t as windy so the trailer wasn’t getting buffeted around so it was a much easier drive. It wasn’t quite so hot. It was a relatively short drive day. And, I slept eleven hours Monday night so I was rearing to go! I love a road trip…even when things don’t always go smoothly. It presents me with opportunities to work out problems on my own. And, even though I have this wonderful man in my life now, I’ll still be traveling on my own sometimes. It’s what I do. I’m not giving that part of my new life away. I’m accommodating Mr. FixIt INTO my new life, just as he is accommodating me into his.

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As I was driving along yesterday morning, I finally came across a Starbucks that was easily accessible. Yay! But what I found in the truck stop store was a bigger WOW! I love those big truck stop stores. They always have hard-to-find accessories. When I was in the wreck in February, everything made it out of my truck except the piece that attaches my Garmin GPS to the windshield. I had jury rigged something that sort of worked until the afternoon sun melted the adhesive. I found the replacement piece in that truck stop store yesterday and I was ecstatic! Problem solved. And, this mount is even better than the original! Score!

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I’m really looking forward to some lay-low days with family this week. I want to thank God first and foremost for travel mercies and thank all of you for your prayers and love and light sent out for my protection. I didn’t even see a single fender bender. God is the best and you all are, too! ❤️

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“Here’s what will happen. While you’re out among the nations where GOD has dispersed you and the blessings and curses come in just the way I have set them before you, and you and your children take them seriously and come back to GOD, your God, and obey him with your whole heart and soul according to everything that I command you today, GOD, your God, will restore everything you lost; he’ll have compassion on you; he’ll come back and pick up the pieces from all the places where you were scattered. No matter how far away you end up, GOD, your God, will get you out of there and bring you back to the land your ancestors once possessed. It will be yours again. He will give you a good life and make you more numerous than your ancestors.”\n‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭30:1-5‬ ‭MSG‬‬

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When I hooked up my camper Sunday night at the Kan-Do Kampground in Montgomery City, Missouri, the temp was in the 90’s and I was hot and tired. However, no matter what I tried, the air conditioning in TOW-Wanda would not come on. Therefore, the only things I had to cool me off were two fans and the exhaust fan in the bathroom. That drew the heat out somewhat, but still, I didn’t get to sleep till around midnight. I woke up at 2:30 yesterday morning and try as I might, further sleep eluded me. I laid there till the sky started to lighten around 5:00 then I got up and started putting stuff away, got dressed, closed the windows, and unhooked the camper from the water and electric. I pulled out at 6:15 and headed east in the cool of the day…73 degrees. It was rather windy on the plains so my top speed was 55 most of the day. Gas/pit stops were brief and I finally pulled into a rest area around 12:30 to stretch out for a 30 minute power nap. Only problem was…it was 92 degrees by then and the camper was stifling. All of a sudden, I had a brilliant idea. Gail, one of the Girl Campers had a little fan she let me borrow the second night at Beaver Creek State Park when I didn’t have electricity. The fan had a small drawer that you put ice in and the air cooled as it blew over it. I went to my freezer in my camper, took out two frozen bottles of water and a frozen cooler insert and sat them in front of my battery powered fan. It worked like a charm and offered me about 30 minutes of cool air which was delightful. Once I started losing the chill, I popped everything back in the freezer, put the fan away, and got back on the road. I drove till 4:30pm and just didn’t have it in me to go another five hours from Hays, Kansas to the Denver suburbs. I pulled into a name-brand hotel, negotiated my best deal, parked the camper, and was safely ensconced in my room by 5:00…a bubble bath drawn. The temperature was a staggering 100 degrees and I refused to take the chance of finding a campsite and not having AC. The campsites aren’t great out here anyway. I brought some food in from the kitchen in the camper and wrote this early so I could roost with the chickens. Today is another day. I’ll get there rested instead of having to sleep all day. Today is Daughter #1’s birthday!!! The truck and camper did fine yesterday, but I had forgotten how much work this big camper is to pull. I’m looking forward to having the little vintage camper refurbished and I can take it instead of this big one. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow! Thank you, Lord…for the travel mercies thus far. ❤️

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“in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.”\n‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3:6‬ ‭NIV‬

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This is the part of the trip where I’m always ready to be there yet I have a long way to go. It would be one thing if I were just meandering along without an agenda, but I’ve got grandbabies to see and I’m ready to be there NOW! Between not being able to drive over 60 (you shouldn’t drive over 65 while towing anyway!) and all the construction zones at 45-55mph, this trip feels like it takes forever. I always stop every four hours, stretch, get a bite to eat, use the facilities, and stretch out on the bed for a power nap of 30 minutes or so. When I stopped at 5:30 yesterday, I walked around to the passenger side of the camper and about a third of the trim over the wheel well was flapping in the breeze. I took it off then went to Walmart for a package of nuts and bolts to screw it back on securely. By the time I was done with all that, it was after 8:00. I started watching for signs for campgrounds and before long I had a site secured in Kan-Do Kampground. I really enjoyed speaking with the owner at checkin…she was a hoot!

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It was pretty hot and stuffy when I pulled in so as soon as I got the electric hooked up, I flipped on the AC and…nothing. The switch “hesitated” a couple of times last year so I imagine it needs fixed. It seems like an awful lot of “bugs” are showing up this year. I don’t know if that’s normal or not, but I don’t like it.

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Church yesterday morning was very nice. A lot of people attended. I’m going to try to get an early start this morning but don’t know if I’ll make it all the way to Denver today. Safety first! ❤️

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“But as for you, be strong and do not give up, for your work will be rewarded.””\n‭‭2 Chronicles‬ ‭15:7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I had to say goodbye for now to my Girl Camper friends yesterday morning. I hit the road about 8:30 after enjoying coffee and breakfast burritos with the early birds. Hookup was easy and after doing my safety check and checking the air in my tires (thank you Jeremy and Stephany of RV Family Travel Atlas!) I was on the road in no time. I did find this new truck can’t tow nearly as fast or stable as the ole one. It must have something to do with that rear axle ration. It was still a little windy yesterday so that might have been a contributing factor. I can’t drive much over 60mph with this truck but then again, you shouldn’t tow over 65 anyway so it’s probably just as well. Maybe I’ll look at trucks in Colorado. The 373 rear axle ratio is much more available out there.

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I really took it easy yesterday. At lunch time, I pulled into a rest area and had lunch and a little power nap. I stopped at Camping World and bought extension mirrors so I can see around the back of my camper. I also bought some covers for the bedroom windows. The first thing I did when I bought this camper is take out the valances and shades. I hated them. But, when I travel alone and nap in the rest areas by the truckers, I’d just as soon not be so visible from the outside. I bought some Command Hooks and two cat litter mats that were the perfect size. I stuck the hooks on the outside of the camper and hung the mats over the windows on the outside. That way I still get air circulation when I open the windows. Brilliant!

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I pulled into another rest area at supper time and ate and stretched out again. I guess I needed to catch up with a little sleep. One thing I do when I drive is think about stuff. And I talk things over with God. It’s our special alone time. I was telling him how much I hated missing church this weekend. Especially since our pastor is coming back from vacation today. My plan for driving this trip was drive, stop, eat, nap, repeat. I really had no intention of camping in RV parks. When I was in Camping World, I saw the new RV Campground directory…their three inch thick book listing all the campgrounds that give a Good Sam discount as well as many other. I’ve always found it very helpful. When I woke up from my nap, Spirit told me to look in the book for the closest RV park. I know better than to question so I did and there was one three or four exits away called…get this…Grandpa’s Farm Campground. There were others, but that’s the one that jumped out at me. I called. They had one site left. I took it and was there in ten minutes. There was a group of about thirty people out on the front lawn playing bingo as I pulled in. Located right on the bank of a rushing stream, the sites were nicely spaced down at the end where I was parked. Full hookup with Wifi was $34.50 with the Good Sam discount, tax included. As I was signing in, I noticed on the map “This campground is run by a Christian family.” Camp Church is at 8:30 in the morning…free coffee and donuts at 8:15! Isn’t God good to provide a safe, clean place with church in the great outdoors?

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I took advantage of the full hookups to do some housekeeping last night. The tanks needed emptying and I hooked up to city water, turned on the hot water heater, and took probably the best shower of my life. And that did me in for the night. I always write my posts at night before I go to bed. I have to get into the Word when I write and search for the perfect scripture to go with it so this becomes my evening meditation. Another day safe, and closer to my babies. Mr. FixIt arrived safely in Florida last evening so I am very grateful for that as well. Have a happy Sunday! ❤️

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“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Traveling on a cross-country road trip, you must be flexible whenever possible. Yesterday’s forecast had severe thunderstorm warnings off and on all day with winds predicted to top 50mph. I don’t know if you have ever driven in winds like that or not, but it is ill-advised to do so while towing a camper. I figured if I was going to be overtaken by severe storms, I would just as soon be in a campground with a bunch of girls I know so I stayed put another night. Today is another day. As it turns out, I would have driven right through those bad storms as they were right along the way I would have been traveling so it’s a good thing I stayed where I was.

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Yesterday was a lovely, lazy day filled with naps and reading, conversation and laughter, and plenty of good food. Too much good food. I did have to move my camper…twice. I had only reserved a site for one night and it was booked for last night. I moved and set up at another site but didn’t think to go online and reserve it. I just filled out the reservation form. After I got everything set up, I took a nap then got a call from the park employees telling me the site I was in had just gotten booked. So, off I went again. Unfortunately, this one wasn’t long enough to stay hooked up so I had to disconnect. That’s ok…I’m a pro at hooking up and unhooking this trailer now. It’s no big deal.

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The purpose of stopping here to camp just a few hours from the farm was to surprise the head Girl Camper, Janine Pettit, and her good friend, Mary Brennan Morey, as they begin a four week tour of several national parks, including Yellowstone and Glacier. If you haven’t checked out the Girl Camper Facebook page or the Girl Camper podcast series, you really should. Not only are they informative, but they are just plain fun! I filmed Janine yesterday doing her F-150 Fitness Routine that she learned from MizzFitness herself, Bianca Jade. Janine is going to stay fit on the road by doing this routine every day as she explores the highways and byways of America.

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There’s nothing like spending time with other women who are camping enthusiasts. Sharing knowledge, stories, and camaraderie is such a bonding experience and we forge life-long friendships over the campfire. I never would have dreamed how important my girlfriends would turn out to be at this stage of my life. ❤️

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“My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command.”

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‭‭John‬ ‭15:12-14‬ ‭NIV

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Oh, I love a good surprise! Some of the local Girl Campers gathered to surprise our fearless leader, Head Girl Camper Janine Pettit yesterday. She and fellow Girl Camper Mari pulled into the campground to find half our crew sitting around the picnic table. The other half arrive tomorrow. Janine was so excited…she jumped out of her truck and squealed and did the happy dance right there. She called me to catch up Wednesday and I never let on I’d be waiting for her yesterday when she pulled in. I told her I was leaving for Colorado instead. What a fun surprise!

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Camping in the rain. It’s sloppy and chilly and such a respite from the intense heat and humidity we’ve had this past week. I really don’t mind it. I didn’t unhook the camper as I am more than likely heading west this morning…depending on the weather. If it looks like severe storms in the Midwest, I may stay here one more day. I love sleeping to the sound of rain on a camper roof! I hardly slept Wednesday night in anticipation of leaving.

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Mr. FixIt is heading to Florida today. While we miss each other when we’re apart, I love how supportive he is of my writing and travel. I explained when we first started dating that he would have to share me with the world. I told him about my travels and speaking engagements. He did two things. First, he told me if I ever need someone to carry my bags, he’s my man. And second…he went out and got an iPhone so we can FaceTime while we’re apart. I like seeing him every day. Ahhh…new love. It is a beautiful thing!

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I’ll keep you apprised of my travels as I move along. Oh, I love a road trip! ❤️

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“I long to see you so that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong— that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other’s faith.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭1:11-12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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The last few nights have been insufferably hot and muggy in the farmhouse. There is a room air conditioner in the living room, but unless you’re sleeping on the couch, it doesn’t effectively cool down the house and ends up running up the electric bill to no avail. The best alternative is TOW-Wanda. Equipped with fans and open windows, it’s been pretty darned comfortable out there. I will miss this view of the bank along the driveway here at the farm. The lush green of West Virginia summers may bring bugs and humidity, but the foliage is a sight to see any given day of the week. Colorado is semi-arid so it is a sharp contrast from here. At least it’s a dry heat, right?

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I emptied out the belly of the camper yesterday and cleaned the floors. I reorganized the contents of the big tub of odds and ends I keep down there. After repacking, I cleaned out the fridge, scrubbed the floors and vacuumed the carpets. The pantry needs vacuumed and wiped out then restocked. The bathroom needs a good scrubbing and I need to organize the storage under the bed and in various cabinets. Since this new truck doesn’t have the torque the old one had, I need to be more conscious about my weight.

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I’ve made a list of last minute items for the trip. I’ll go into town for those today. Tomorrow I head out on another segment of The Grand Adventure. The longest Mr. FixIt and I have been separated was when I went to Colorado for a month at Christmas. We didn’t like it one bit. I so wanted to tell you about that homecoming back then but it was not the right time. I can tell you now. I flew in and out of Dayton because it is SO much cheaper and my dear friend Cindy lets me park at her house so I don’t have to pay for parking. That drive to the farm from Dayton felt like it took forever. I knew Mr. FixIt was at the farm waiting for me and I could hardly contain myself. It was after dark when I pulled into the driveway and I stopped dead in my tracks. For the first time since I was a child, the house was decorated. There were trees lit on the front porch and a large lit-up star on the second floor above the porch between the two windows! It made me cry. I jumped out of my truck and ran into the house squealing like a little girl. Mr. FixIt walked out from the living room and I stopped, mouth agape. He was wearing charcoal dress pants, a crisp white shirt, and a red sweater vest. He took my breath away and I knew…anyone who would do this for me was a keeper. He knew how much Christmas means to me and how much I love this house. He knew I missed having a country Christmas at the farm, so he made sure I had one on my return. What a wonderful guy!

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My babies live in Colorado. I have to see them as often as I can. In the meantime, Mr. FixIt has obligations he must attend to here. We couldn’t stand the thought of being apart two whole months so he’s flying out to join me for three weeks in the middle of my trip so he can meet the family. We’ll go camping and sightseeing as he has never spent time in Colorado. The kitties are covered, the farm is being watched, my sweetheart is coming to see me, and I get to spend quality time with my girls! What’s not to love about that? Sweetness. Sheer sweetness! ❤️

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“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up. Also, if two lie down together, they will keep warm. But how can one keep warm alone? Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.”\n‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭4:9-12‬ ‭NIV

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OMGosh! How does the summer fly so quickly and winter drags on forever? Yesterday was the quintessential perfect summer day. We had our first dinner party yesterday! This is something that, I have to tell you, absolutely thrills me to no end. Mr. Virgo was not one for socializing because he worked long hours and was exhausted when he got home. Mr. FixIt is a social butterfly just like me and we are looking forward to entertaining often. I invited my cousin and his wife who live down the road from the farm. Mr. FixIt told me the other day that he loves cabbage rolls and…I just so happen to make GREAT cabbage rolls! I haven’t made them in years. It was entirely too hot to turn the oven on so I cooked them in the crockpot. It worked out great. Tennessee tomatoes, fresh green beans with bacon and onions, fresh corn on the cob. Charlotte brought salad. A new tablecloth in a salmon pink quilt pattern and a basket of strawberries dressed the new picnic table Mr. FixIt bought me for my birthday. He set up the dining canopy for some evening shade.

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After supper, we went for a ride in the side-by-side. If you don’t know what that is, it looks like an ATV (4-wheeler) but has a front and back seat and can carry four people. It’s rugged and has a sturdy roll bar and cage around you as well as seat belts. We went all over the back roads up on the ridge behind the farm. All the way, my cousin was telling family stories I knew nothing about. They showed us where they are building a compressor station on a big gas line that is going down all the way to Louisiana. The compressor station will be built straight back over our hill and it will make a good deal of noise. It is upsetting to think that in a year, the whole timbre of the region will be changed forever. I think that’s why I’ve been led to live here…so I can really experience the peace I remember before it’s gone.

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Some of these backroads where people live are unbelievable. Little children running barefoot…not a care in the world, living in squalor while a ridge or two over are huge homes tucked into quiet groves of trees. We bumped and bounced around till we came to an area where the “road” was actually the riverbed. We were driving along holding our feet up because the water was up over the floorboards. Up steep hills and over places where cinderblocks were thrown into the deep ruts to hopefully allow passage. I was hootin’ and hollerin’ all the way. On the way back, I turned to my cousin’s wife and said breathlessly, “OMGosh! I feel like I’m sixteen!!!” What a great day/evening. We got back just after dark…exhausted and beat up but highly entertained. I hugged by cousins goodbye till I return from Colorado the end of August.

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I am immensely grateful for the infinite sweetness of this life. I am wealthy beyond my wildest dreams and it has absolutely nothing to do with worldly goods. I ran into a gal at the yard sale yesterday who lives out the road from the farm. When I told her where I was living she said she just knew someone new was living there because the house is coming back to life. I am so blessed to be living here at this time of my life. And to have Mr. FixIt and family and friends to share it with.

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Be safe out there today and enjoy your holiday! ❤️

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“You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭16:11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I’m a procrastinator. I have a list as long as my arm to prepare for this trip west. I could have spent the entire day yesterday cleaning and organizing the trailer, doing laundry, straightening up the house. But yesterday was the Lord’s day, so Mr. FixIt and I went to church first. The rest of the day was ours. We went my mother’s family’s reunion and made the introductions. Mutual admiration was expressed. Everyone loves Mr. FixIt. He’s highly personable and, like me, strangers are just friends he hasn’t met yet. We went from there to the City Park and wandered around the carnival. We played a few cards of bingo. We went to a car show. We stopped and visited friends. One of the coolest things about dating Mr. FixIt is…we have a ton of mutual friends so the comfort level is already there. It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done. This man knows people wherever we go. Literally. My family reunion? A guy that worked at the plant. Church? The daughter of a friend in his bowling league. Car show? Two guys we went to high school with. It’s crazy…and SO fun!

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We ended the day with dinner out.

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We.

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We’ve been “us” for several months now yet it still surprises us sometimes. Because I have been trying to keep him under wraps, my posts have always been “I”. Now that we’ve decided to “go live” so to speak, there seems to be a bit of a learning curve. Like remembering to introduce the other. We’re at that point in our relationship where we’ve just passed this margin threshold where we have built up enough recent memories together to say …“Remember when we…” Oh, I love that! The icing on the cake is our shared memories from high school. I actually remember him from 2nd grade but he has no memory of me back then.

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We.

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Odd…but so lovely and exciting and full of promise. I love when he tells stories of “us”. I love that he got teary eyed when he read some of your comments about finding each other. I love that even though he had a difficult childhood, he is a kind, gentle, peaceful man. I love how he reaches for my hand when we stand to worship and pray in church. I love this man…my lifelong friend…my best friend.

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Someone commented yesterday that she didn’t understand my once a pickle, always a pickle analogy meaning I will always be a widow. The thing is, grief has no rule book. She felt remarrying meant she was no longer a widow. At what point does the pain of grief become fond memories? It’s different for everyone. And grief is variable by time. You can be fine, think it’s gone, truly fall in love, yet still be blindsided by a chance encounter, or the smell of familiar cologne. The way the light slants in at supper time. The sound of your grandchildren playing. Memories remain alive when you feed them. No, I’ll always be a widow. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be joyful. And crazy in love. ❤️

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“No one will be able to stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.”\n‭‭Joshua‬ ‭1:5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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First of all…OMGosh! Your response to my post yesterday was more than I could have ever imagined. Thank you all so much for the lovely comments, likes, and shares. You warmed my heart! I was so worried that introducing a new party to this adventure would change the dynamic and people would drop away. It turns out, more people tuned in so we’re off to a good start in this new chapter of Mr. FixIt and me! Of course, grief is a lifelong process so I will still touch base on how that affects me as we go along. Ever the teacher.

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There’s an interesting timbre to this new man. None of the men I have been with in my sixty-four years were mechanically inclined. Mr. FixIt, however, is a mechanical engineer and a lifelong camper. Imagine how difficult it was for him to sit back and watch as I hooked up and unhooked my camper. Oh…this is entirely new territory for this guy! He wanted to do the heavy stuff for me, and while I certainly could have sandbagged and let him, I still will be traveling alone some of the time so I need to keep up my skills and know for certain how things have been hooked up. I know, I know…control issues. I asked him sweetly to wait till I got what I needed to do done, then I would share some of the other duties. I also told him when we camp in his campers (he has two!) I will sit in a chair and watch him till he has a job for me to do. I made it up to him by doing all the cooking and fixed some pretty fabulous meals! He did a wonderful job changing out the gas lines for me and helped me troubleshoot the electrical bug we had. He doesn’t get the name Mr. FixIt for nothing!

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When we arrived home I told him I needed to back the camper into the driveway rather than pull it in like I usually do. With the vintage camper up at the end of the drive, there was no room to get the truck out and around the camper. Our road is a narrow country lane and the driveway is tight. I have to say, I totally impressed Mr. FixIt with my mad backing skills! He was bragging about me at dinner Friday night when we met 20 of our classmates at a local Italian restaurant. I don’t think this guy has ever run across a woman like me. He just looks at me in amazement. It makes me smile.

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I washed the exterior of the camper yesterday. It hadn’t been cleaned since I was in Myrtle Beach in September of 2015. It looks so much nicer now. I need to do a deep cleaning inside in the next few days, reorganize, and pack her up for the trip cross country. I leave Thursday. I am traveling alone so I won’t be divulging my exact location when I’m there, but I’ll be checking in daily to give you progress reports and tips for traveling solo in a camper. Mr. FixIt gets to come join me in a couple of weeks and meet the family. That’s exciting!!! In the meantime, he’ll be holding down the fort for me and keep the farm going.

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Back off girls…I saw him first! ❤️

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“Each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride in themselves alone, without comparing themselves to someone else, for each one should carry their own load.”\n‭‭Galatians‬ ‭6:4-5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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You could knock me over with a feather. I never, ever dreamed I would get another chance at a deep, loving relationship after losing Mr. Virgo. I’ve walked this path of widowhood for over four years now. At first, I was adamant. I would never have another relationship because I would never go through this again. It was just too hard. I had an ill-advised attempt at dating just five months after my husband died suddenly. It didn’t take me long to figure out that was a bandaid that I hastily slapped on the gaping hole where my heart had been. When I ripped that bandage off, the pain was even more unbearable. I didn’t try again for another year. My second attempt wasn’t much better. Both were perfectly nice men. They just weren’t for me. And the timing was still too soon. I had a lot of healing to do before I could risk dating so I made up my mind I’d just give it to God. I told Him if He had someone for me He’d have to just dump him in my lap because I wasn’t going out there looking anymore. It was too hard on me and it wasn’t fair to involve men and break hearts along the way.

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I’ve kept myself busy. I’ve traveled. I’ve deepened my relationship with God because He became my primary focus. My writing grew in depth and meaning. My reach broadened. I had everything I needed. But I still wanted someone to share it all with. I was planning to live up at the river again when I came back to West Virginia last August. Then I got the call that my aunt wasn’t doing well and was going to go live with her brother. My uncle asked me to live on the family farm. And I put down more roots than I’ve had since I sold my Colorado house three years ago. It has been an amazing time of healing for me. I have a wonderful group of friends and a rich social life here.

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Sometime in the fall, I ran into an old friend from high school. I’ve known him for almost 49 years. I was fifteen and he was sixteen when we met. He was on the stage crew and I was in the art department. One day I was up on a ladder painting a backdrop. I heard someone clear his throat. I looked over and there was this tall, lanky redhead with the most beautiful blue eyes and an impish grin. We became fast friends and always looked for each other in the halls. Funny…we never dated in high school. We were both shy. We both went on and dated others and after graduation, our paths went in different directions. We never forgot each other though and were always so happy to catch up at class reunions.

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Sometime before Thanksgiving, we ran into each other and the timing was finally right for us. He invited me out for lunch and the rest, as they say, is history. He understands me. He is tender and sensitive to my needs as a widow. He has made room in our relationship for Mr. Virgo because he realizes he is only gone physically. He listens to my stories. He knows Mr. Virgo would have been the kind of guy he would have respected and enjoyed being around.

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I’ve been leaving breadcrumbs for you here. I’ve spoken of “my friend”, “my traveling companion”, and even his blog identity…“Mr. FixIt”. He has fixed many things for me…around the farm, around my heart, around my life. He is so much fun to be around. Sweet, attentive, open, honest to a fault…an honorable man I am proud to be with. We wanted to keep this to ourselves for a while for a number of reasons…not the least of which was just savoring every moment with it being just us. Now, we’re ready to step out into the world and walk through anything life hands us…hand in hand. I wasn’t sure how to tell you. I am not sure how this news will be received. But, since the very beginning, this blog has been about speaking openly and honestly about my grief journey…and this is just another twisty turn in it. My grief is not over. It will never be over. I’ve gotten through the worst of it, by far. Even though I’m in a relationship, I am still a widow. Once a pickle, always a pickle…you don’t get to go back to being a fresh cucumber again. I have always wanted my story to be about my love for God and to give you hope. Hope that, if you want to travel, pull a little camper, write a blog, or fall in love again…you can. Life comes to a screeching halt after the death of a spouse. Everyone’s grief is different…but, you CAN find joy again. I’m living proof of that.

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I hope you will stick around and see what comes next. I hope you’ll share the love and joy and hope. It’s all about beauty. It’s all about love. It’s all about life. ❤️

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“Do two walk together unless they have agreed to do so?”\n‭‭Amos‬ ‭3:3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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There’s one day in June. It’s perfect. The temp hovers at 80 with a nice breeze. The puffy clouds float in a clear, blue sky. The green is ever so slightly past the bright apple green of spring but not nearly the darker green that come with July’s heat. A green that is so intense and so pervasive you feel EVERYTHING is chock full of chlorophyll. From the moment you rise to the time to rest your head on the pillow again, the day is chock-a-block full of fun summer activities. Yesterday was just such a day!

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It began, of course, with church. Pastor Justin was away so the team leaders each came forward and spoke about the mission statement and the various guidelines our church works toward. It was informative and encouraging. Afterward, I changed into shorts (I still cannot force myself to wear shorts to church!) and headed to the park to walk. When I got out of the truck I saw a huge crowd and realized there was a car show going on. What a treat to walk around and talk to these auto enthusiasts and run into folks I know! Once I had seen all the cars and trucks, I walked two miles. As I did my laps and passed the baseball field, two teams started to warm up for an afternoon game. I stopped and watched a bit. Then I went to Marietta for a late lunch of Mexican food. I drove my friend home and headed out to the parsonage at the Methodist Church in Smithville for the going-away party being held in honor of Pastor Matthew and his fiancé, Felicia. It was bittersweet telling them goodbye. I have grown quite fond of them both but I know I will see them in Ohio. It was wonderful to share stories of how God is working in all of our lives and to spend a couple of hours win fellowship with some wonderful people that I have met through the local Revivals.

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I drove home in a soft rain then watched the sky turn scarlet as the sun set. It was a day to remember. I love those best. ❤️

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“He told them this parable: “Look at the fig tree and all the trees. When they sprout leaves, you can see for yourselves and know that summer is near. Even so, when you see these things happening, you know that the kingdom of God is near. “Truly I tell you, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.”\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭21:29-33‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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This is a tough one for most people. I try. I think I practice humility, most of the time. And I feel I approach people gently. But patience? If patience is a virtue, I am far from being a virtuous woman! The pastor was talking last weekend about what happens when you can see your goals and dreams but they just aren’t manifesting for you in real time. What happens when you get a clear picture of what God wants you to do but no matter what you try, you can’t get there? Oh, it’s so hard to be patient and wait for things to happen in God’s time, isn’t it?

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I’ve never been patient. I want things my way and I want them now. That doesn’t mean I can’t compromise in relationships, but I’d have to say…if you ask either of my former husbands…they would tell you I’m a pistol. If my mom were still living? Oy. Let’s just say, I’ve never been patient. Trust me on this.

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So…how do you become patient if that is not your nature? The answer is, of course, with practice. Impatience comes from being reactionary. Slowing things down, taking a breath, giving yourself a moment to think automatically makes you more patient by simple pausing. I used to blurt out answers to questions, sometimes regretting my response immediately. I am trying to practice, “Hmmmm…I’ll think about that and get back to you.” Unless you are in a life and death situation, most people don’t actually NEED an immediate response. They will probably prefer it, but seldom NEED it.

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I’ve stopped praying for patience because it seemed like that was just like asking God to give me more opportunities to BE patient. I have enough of those without asking for more. We all have faults. If we wish for others to be patient with us, then we must practice patience. And…when they are not patient with us, we have to practice twice as hard. Patience brings peace and calm to stressful situations. I know this intellectually. I just have to remember to practice it. I suppose that is why, in the English language, we say “practice patience”…not “DO patience”.

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All things are done in God’s time anyway. Impatience in any situation is just wasted energy. Mindfulness can help ease impatience while we wait for results. Clearly, all we have is this present moment. All other moments are memory or anticipation. I guess it boils down to our perception of control. We cannot change the actions of others…we can only control our reaction to them. So, I’ll keep practicing. ❤️

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“You say, “I choose the appointed time; it is I who judge with equity.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭75:2‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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The more I pry into this camper, the more work there is to be done. Oy! Good thing I’m not in any hurry!

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I had a lovely day yesterday. I got a lot more done in the camper but got to a stopping point and had to go to town for a special bit to remove screws. I stopped at an antique mall and picked up the white metal cabinet and the little chandelier for my camper renovation. Ran errands, then picked up a salad and a friend and went to the park to listen to live music.

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As I was listening to the music, I kept looking over at this guy sitting nearby and decided I knew him. After the concert, I asked. Turns out, I did know him. He broke my heart in high school! I had asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance and he said he’d go. The next morning at our lockers, he said, “You were just kidding about the dance, weren’t you? I’m dating a gal that does to the other high school.” Oh, my feelers were hurt. I had such a crush on him! And there he was, sitting twenty feet from me.

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When I stood up to go over to say hello, our eyes met and I saw a flicker of recognition. He smiled politely as I went over to say hello. And when I reminded him of my name, he remembered me. He told me he remembered me as a sweet girl with long brown hair. He didn’t remember the dance scenario. He seems just as darling as he did in high school and I was thrilled to get to see him and meet his wife.

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I love seeing the people I grew up with doing well. So many are still here in da ‘burg. I am enjoying an active social life which keeps my world interesting. It’s Friday, y’all! The first official summer weekend. Have fun!!! ❤️

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“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”\n‭‭John‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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If you are grieving, please know there is hope…for healing, for brighter days, for joy. Those of us who have walked this particular journey know full well the feelings of hopelessness that come in the dark of night. We know how hard it is to find the motivation to do the simplest of everyday tasks like personal grooming, cleaning house, cooking. Preparing a meal becomes Herculean. Brushing your teeth is as daunting as climbing Everest. Balancing your checkbook is something you did in a former life…you know, that time back in the day when your brain functioned as it should.

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When you are slogging through the midst of this madness called grief, it is easy to lose hope that things will ever get better. After all, how could they without your special person? I know, when I lost Mr. Virgo, my world came crashing in at my feet and I swore I would never feel anything but the crushing pain of loss. I was so tired, so depressed, so angry, so fearful. In the picture on the left, my eyes were puffy from crying all the time. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat right. I didn’t exercise. It was all I could do to breathe…and I didn’t even do that very well. Do you remember what it felt like to not be able to take in a deep breath? I sighed..a lot. That’s actually a physiological response to grief.

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I was a Christian before I lost Mr. Virgo. One of the “hidden gems in the flames” of grief has been a closer relationship with God. That depth of love has brought me through the darkest days of my life. I cannot imagine how I could have possibly survived this without my faith. There were long nights where sleep simply would not come and anxiety would have me paralyzed and physically ill. I tried everything to make it stop. There were nights I thought about the gun in the cupboard. About how easy it would be to just end this suffering. But…I simply could not do that. After having suffered a near-fatal overdose during a severe depression seventeen years ago, and seeing the devastation that caused my family, I knew full well that would never be my way out. No, somehow I had to find a way to get through this.

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I remember nights when I couldn’t pray. I couldn’t form words. All I could do was moan in pain. I would close my eyes and visualize Jesus. I would picture him sitting on a bench in a beautiful garden…his robes as white as snow, his dusty sandals strapped to his road-worn feet. I couldn’t speak before him. All I could do was moan…my pain escaping from my throat in guttural gasps. And when I would look at him, he showed me such compassion. He held his arms out to welcome me into his presence. I walked forward and collapsed at his feet and laid my head upon his knee and sobbed. And he would gently stroke my hair and console me. He loved me as a father…as a brother. He poured his mighty love and light over me and washed away the pain for that particular night with the sincere promise that I could come back any time for more. He is always there…my comforter, my rock. And now look…he poured SO much love and light into me, it flows outward. I finally fully understand the phrase, “My cup runneth over.”

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If I bring you anything with my words, let me bring you hope. Hope for brighter days. Hope for sleep-filled nights. Hope for healing. Hope for joy. I couldn’t have done this alone. I have my writing. I have you all. I have the love of friends and family. And I have Jesus. Jesus makes me shine. He most definitely makes me shine. Ok…Rodan & Fields skincare helps, too…but it’s mostly Jesus! ❤️

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“In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭8:26-27‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I know I have been delving into matters of faith a lot the last few weeks. I know there is a delicate balance between what people are willing to listen to and that point where they shut down and say, “Yeah, ok. I’ve heard enough of this.” And they move on. I get it. I really try not to get preachy here because matters of faith are highly personal. And, since I am wont to do, I often share highly personal things here…much to the chagrin of some of my family and friends. Sometimes what I talk about might make you uncomfortable. That’s ok. Feeling uncomfortable once in a while is good. It makes us think. It helps us to question and make choices. The things I tell you about my experiences in my faith, I tell because there is someone out there who has questions but are afraid to ask. I tell you these things because I am amazed at how God works in my life, even as I have come to expect it. That being said, let me tell you what happened in my world yesterday.

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First, I’ll go back a little. You know how I’ve been working on my social media platform. My agent wants to see my numbers go higher. I’ve been doing everything I can and asking for God to open doors for me. And steadily, the numbers trickle in. One new like. Three. None for weeks. Two. Slow and steady. I was feeling impatient. I could see where God was leading me, but I just wasn’t seeing the results I wanted. It was really frustrating. Then I went to Revival. And I learned to start every single prayer with “Thank you, Lord…for every provision.” I praise him and thank him for this and that…naming specific things. Then, and only then, do I enter into the action-word portion of my plea. This is what I think I need. How can I better serve you? What do you need of me? I knock on the door of God’s heart and ask him to bring me the words he wants me to say and the people who need to hear them. I ask him to Bless me, indeed. Expand my territory. Walk with his hand over me and keep evil far from me so that I may not feel pain. And I went to Revival. I was anointed. There was the laying of hands on me. Fervent prayers were made on my behalf. I received the gift of the Holy Spirit. I developed new friendships in faith. I entered into a faith-filled community and came out changed.

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I told you yesterday that I went to the little white church on the hill to say farewell to the young Pastor Matt. I told you he had helped me access places deep within. The prayers over me in the last several weeks have been focused on my writing, my blog, my ministry. Fear was driven from me in some weird supernatural way that I still can’t quite understand. Then Sunday, Pastor Matt anointed us all one last time to help us get whatever we need, whatever we are searching for. He prayed on our behalf. His prayer Sunday was for a huge opportunity. As a matter of fact, I think he said something like, “Something big is coming, girl. Like, soon.” Soon. Ok, how about 27 hours? I received an email yesterday from the reporter who interviewed me for the New York Times a little over a year ago. Now, this woman has been on my mind for the last two or three weeks. I’d pick up my phone to send her a text to check in. You know, to put myself in the front of her mind in case she’s working on a story she can use me in. That New York Times article was a huge boost for my blog. But, just as soon as I would start to look up her e-mail address, Spirit would whisper. “Put it down. She knows. She remembers.” And I would put down the phone and go on. Yesterday, she sent me an e-mail saying she’s working on an article about widowhood and retirement for a large financial company for their online magazine and could she use me in this article. Yes, she remembered me. She reads my blog. I am honored because she is a very prolific, well known author. I am honored she wants to include me again. But I am most of all…blessed. Indeed. I’m getting another opportunity to expand my territory. And God most certainly walks with his hand over me and keeps evil far from me.

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When I replied, I told her that she has been on my mind the last few weeks. I told her the timing couldn’t have been more perfect because I need to boost these social medial numbers. She wrote back and said this online magazine is read by 1,000,000+ readers over the age of 50. Wow. Just…wow. I had to tell you. I had to share with you. This is how God is working in my life. I come expecting great things. I see the provision come and it stuns me. Coincidence? Some of you may think so. Planetary alignment? My moon is in Aquarius? My chakras are aligned? You may think that. But I know. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt who orchestrated this. This is a God thing…plain and simple. Thank you, Jesus. ❤️

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“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭6:26‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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We are truly knee-deep in June now here in West Virginia. We’ve been getting some rain finally. But oh my…it has been so hot so now it’s muggy. It is a pleasure to lay in front of an open window at night, though. When the cool of the evening comes in and you pull a quilt up to your chin, it makes for divine sleeping weather.

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I went to town for the last Saturday evening service at my church till fall. I love going on Saturday night, going out to dinner with a friend afterwards, then taking a long walk by the river as the day cools off. It was a perfect evening.

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As I write this, the thunder is rolling on the surrounding hills. I love thunderstorms! So far we have been really lucky and haven’t lost electricity. The cats are sitting at opposite ends of the porch. Old Mama Kitty has her nose out of joint because I scooted her away when she tried to jump up on me. She has never done that so I suppose I am now officially the Food Goddess of the tribe. I wouldn’t mind giving her a cuddle, but fleas and ticks have been a problem in the past and I found I was out of flea treatment when I looked. I must put that on my list.

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The turkeys are calling in the bottom across the road. A pair of cardinals are chasing each other around the locust flowers. An Eastern Bluebird has made his appearance the last few evenings and sits on the phone line a few feet from me as if he has no place better to be. Mr. Virgo has always sent me bluebirds. This one showed up the day I brought “Joy” home. His official seal of approval.

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I went to church at the little white church on the hill yesterday so I could say farewell to young Pastor Matt. He is taking a new charge, and a new wife we found out yesterday, to a small town north of Cleveland. I have grown quite fond of that young man. He has helped me reach something deep inside that has never been touched. I feel filled by the Holy Spirit through deep, fervent prayer and anointing. The last night I attended Revival, I was facing a situation coming up that normally would fill me with fear and dread and anxiety. I needed to be absolutely at the top of my game last week to help a friend through a scary medical procedure. At the altar call, I went forward and knelt and prayed that God would remove this fear from me completely so that I could be of service to my friend. I had no sooner knelt down when I felt hands on my back and shoulders. Pastor Matt’s father is a pastor as well and he put his arm around my shoulders and started praying loudly over me. Exultant, exuberant, fervent pleas went up asking for exactly what I was silently praying for. He shouted, “Lord, bring this sister the strength and courage she needs to go through what she is faced with this week. Let her be strong and fearless as she marches through what she needs to do!” This went on and on. I was stunned. How did he know? I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me and I could do nothing but bask in this praise and prayer surrounding me. I was totally drained when I got up and went back to my seat. And you know what? From that moment on, any dread, any anxiety, any fear left me completely. I helped my friend get through the procedure as though I’d had a sedative, I kid you not. It was downright supernatural. I want more of that. How could you not want more of that?

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I’m loving this space that I’m in right now. I’m walking in love and light and Spirit. It’s incredibly peaceful. As I sign off for the night, the lightning bugs are rising, the rain is falling, and the thunder rolls. I hope you have a wonderful Monday. Make a choice to have a good week. Lift people up. Pay it forward. Be good and kind to one another. Life is a beautiful thing…really appreciate it while you’ve got it. ❤️

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“When the apostles in Jerusalem heard that Samaria had accepted the word of God, they sent Peter and John to Samaria. When they arrived, they prayed for the new believers there that they might receive the Holy Spirit, because the Holy Spirit had not yet come on any of them; they had simply been baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus. Then Peter and John placed their hands on them, and they received the Holy Spirit.”\n‭‭Acts‬ ‭8:14-17‬ ‭NIV

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Oh…I almost hate to show you what I’ve gotten myself into. Y’all are gonna sit there and roll your eyes and shake your heads. As with most projects, the more you tear into it, the more you find needs doing. Thank goodness my friend, Mr. Fix-It, is willing to help me with the heavy stuff. We cleaned everything out of her today so we could get a good look at the job ahead. We started by making a list of what needs doing and setting priorities. First off was the realization there is no earthly way of getting this thing done before I leave for Colorado next month. Not and do it right anyway. Sigh.

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First off, there are several wooden ceiling joists that have rotted through and need to be removed and custom cut to the curvature of the roofline. Once those are tied into the frame, the roof needs to be completely removed, a new underlayment placed, new wiring and insulation, then a new roof placed on. Once the roof is done, the windows come out and any rotten wood replaced. The windows will be sandblasted and glass replaced then the windows go back in with caulking. There are some cabinets that need to be removed. Also the bunk in the back comes out. Then the floor gets touched up and mended. Once the wiring and the insulation in the walls is replaced, paneling goes in making it an open room. There will be a double bed on a platform in the back. I will find used furniture to convert into a cabinet/kitchen/workspace. I don’t necessarily want a gas stove in this camper but there is one so but we’ll see. A small convection microwave and an electric convection hot plate would be fine. I might have a small refrigerator…not sure. I want a closet with a luggable loo and up front I’d like a couple of comfy chairs and a small table between them. Very simple inside. I just need a cozy place to sleep out of the rain.

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I know she looks like a ton of work, but I’m in a place right now where I love a challenge and I need another joyful thing to look forward to. So…I have named her “Oh, Be Joyful!” I’ll call her “Joy” for short. My challenge for myself is to find as much stuff as possible free to fix her up with. I love the idea of salvaging and putting as little money in her as I can while still making certain she is roadworthy. This is indeed going to be a joyful experience!

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I went to church last night and the pastor preached on Exodus. He pointed out that even though the Israelites were freed from slavery, they were still in bondage because they looked backwards at the chariots full of Egyptians bearing down one them. In order to break free from the bondage you are in, you have to have faith and move forward. I am weary of watching for chariots carrying grief. I’m moving forward…with “Joy”! Isn’t that a beautiful thing? ❤️

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“For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent and set me high upon a rock. Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me; at his sacred tent I will sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the LORD. Hear my voice when I call, LORD; be merciful to me and answer me.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭27:5-7‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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A torrential downpour hit just as I pulled up to the house. After ten minutes or so, the clouds broke and I was able to hook up the camper. I thought I should check the air in the tires before I drove too far so I headed to the nearest gas station. Upon further inspection, the tires were so old and dry rotted, I didn’t dare put more air in them. The first order of business was the dreaded DMV…that black hole where time is sucked into a whirling vortex and spits you out several hours later…poorer, starving and frazzled. After sitting an hour and a half, my number was next. That’s when the nice DMV lady stood up and said, “I know it looks like we aren’t doing anything up here, but I finally reached someone I know in Charleston and the entire state’s computer system is down. We will let you know if it comes back on.” If. Not when…IF. Sigh. I waited a while and gave up. If I got stopped without tags, I’d just have to show the trooper the title and tell them the story.

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Stop two was Walmart for tires. I prayed the entire way, driving 35 miles an hour with my flashers on. I breathed a sigh of relief and sent up a prayer of gratitude when I arrived safely. I was thrilled when they had trailer tires in stock that fit. I went ahead and bought a new spare as well. I know there are some people who run car tires on a trailer but I have been taught you shouldn’t do that. I always run 8-ply trailer tires on my campers. It probably took two hours at Walmart but those tires are perfect and you could really feel the difference in the way the camper felt being towed. $200 is a small price to pay for safety. I hated to put those nice new tires on those ratty old wheels. I have a friend who knows a guy who will sandblast the rims and paint them with a powder coat finish that is baked on. It lasts much longer than painting the rims. That, however, can wait and be one of the last things that gets done.

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The camper followed right along behind me, just like it’s supposed to. I got her home, backed up the driveway like a pro, unhooked like a boss, and covered her with a tarp. She needs a new roof so the tarp will have to do until that can happen. Now, to name her! Someone suggested “Aretha” (‘cause she’s a Franklin and just needs R-E-S-P-E-C-T!). That’s cute! I have some ideas on decorating. This one is crying out for really comfortable, real furniture…not “camper cabinets”. “The Country Cottage” or “The Cozy Cottage” sounds lovely. Or “Fernweh” which means wanderlust. I could call her “Fern” for short. “The Merry Widow”? Let’s hear your suggestions! ❤️

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“For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭7:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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The life I led before becoming a widow fell away from me on March 12, 2013. I was a beautiful caterpillar before that day…pretty, perfect, moving from meal to meal mindlessly. Oh, it didn’t seem mindless at the time. I was full of energy and purpose and life and love. But the day Mr. Virgo died, the “ME” I was left for good. I tried for a long time to get her back. In my naïveté, I thought it was somehow possible to get over all this and get back to the business of living my life as a caterpillar. After a while, I finally got it…that part of my life was over.

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I went into my cocoon, that dark space where I worked on what was inside somehow trusting the outside would follow. And eventually, after lots of prayer and time and travel and mistakes, I finally emerged…changed, to be sure. But with wings! Wings that have carried me to new heights. To new places. To new life, new love, new friends, new peace.

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As I sat on the front porch yesterday, this little yellow caterpillar crawled up on an old pair of boots I have sitting on a table outside Grandma’s front window. I watched it explore this inanimate object in search of food. It’s a beautiful thing…soon to become a tussock moth. I contemplated all the varieties of caterpillars there are in the world. They are different for a reason. They are meant to become a moth or a butterfly…whether a short, stubby, nondescript gypsy moth or a magnificent luna moth, a tiny Karner Blue or a Monarch or a Swallowtail…they will all have wings and fulfill their destinies.

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Widows are the butterflies of love and loss…we transform through a period of darkness, stillness encased in a hard shell, a chrysalis, a crucible of change. When our time comes and we are ready, we start to grow. Our comfortable shell, that place that helped protect us from the world, begins to feel too tight, too constricting. In the time before we break through to our new life, this one begins to feel quite painful. It is in that moment we think we can’t do this anymore. It’s just too much. We’ve endured so much pain, so much discomfort. Now, here we are going through it again. Unlike the caterpillar, we have a choice to make here. Stay in this dark place forever or emerge into the world of the unknown, fresh and new, yet forever changed.

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What we have the hardest time seeing in that dark place is the beauty of the life beyond. If we can just drag ourselves out on the limb, hang on by tips of our fingers, and trust God to work on our hearts, life blood pumps into our wings and they begin to expand and dry. For a while we sit there, in disbelief. We flex our wings…our beautiful, multicolored wings…and in a glorious moment of magic, we fly!

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There is a certain ambivalence between sorrow and healing. What starts out as a line as thick and strong as a ship’s anchor chain, time and healing stretches that connection to our loved one out into a thinner and finer cord. Still strong, but lighter. If you cut that cord that ties you, are you unfaithful to the memory of your lost love? Have you turned your back on what that relationship meant to you? Are you betraying your life partner if you choose to step out into the sun? I don’t believe so. Spreading my wings and flying is exactly what my love would want, would expect, me to do. I’ll never forget my days as a caterpillar but I’m choosing to move forward, to live my life as a glorious butterfly. To really own that. I choose to fly. ❤️

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“The LORD our God said to us at Horeb, “You have stayed long enough at this mountain.”\n‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭1:6‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Yesterday was a perfectly wonderful birthday! I was heading to town and kept getting delayed. As I finally set out, the thought came to mind, “It’s a dangerous road…take your time.” I don’t rush when I drive this little country road to town. I just kept getting his message…go easy, go easy. I’ve learned to listen. As I rounded a bend, there was an ice truck lying on its side nearly blocking both lanes. No one was injured, and because it had just happened and the police and rescue weren’t there yet, I got around it and made it to town for my appointment. My lesson is this…listen for that still, small voice. It guides you and protects you!

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First stop was the chiropractor. I love her! She is such a hoot. Today she was full of stories about her Harley. After my adjustment, I went to brunch with a friend then ran errands in a hellacious thunderstorm. Finally headed home to feed the cats, plant some bushes, and clean the oven from the cherry pie juice that burned on the bottom.

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I had a zillion friends and relatives and readers send birthday greetings. I honestly tried to answer each one personally but it was never ending. I finally had to resort to the old standard general message thanking everyone for their kindness. Such an amazing blessing and outpouring of love. I used up all my writing time and now I’m saying to all of you…thank you so much for your kind greetings for my birthday. I had the BEST day! You all are awesome!!! ❤️

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“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”\n‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭46:4‬ ‭NIV

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I have waited a long time for this birthday so I could sing that Beatles tune! I have always loved my birthday. That one day of the year where it was all about me. My Grandma celebrated my birthdays with a homemade cake every year. It was always the same…a yellow cake with penuche frosting. (http://www.food.com/recipe/grandmas-penuche-frosting-22376) If you’ve never had it…you must, you must! I could literally sit and eat it with a spoon, warm out of the pan. Divine! We didn’t have that gosh awful icing in a can when I was growing up. Frosting was a handmade confection from handwritten directions that was handed down from generation to generation. I still have Grandma’s “cookbook”…a stenographer’s notepad with her eighth-grade-education scrawl, written with a stubby, hand sharpened pencil, no doubt.

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Mr. Virgo made a big deal out of my birthdays because he knew what it meant to me. He would call the girls ahead of time to make sure they remembered and invite them to a restaurant. Like Christmas, he would shower me with gifts that he remembered me saying I liked. He was a generous man. The girls have done a good job remember me on my special day. It may not be on the actual day, but when I get to Colorado next month, we’ll have a gluten free cake. I want a yellow one with penuche frosting this year!

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I received a beautiful gift last week…an early birthday present. A friend of mine said, “What you need out here is a good picnic table!” The next visit, I had one! What a kind gesture and a lovely gift! I am so blessed! Birthdays after loss can be sad affairs. I remember that feeling of loneliness and yearning I felt…especially the first couple of years after Mr. Virgo died. Now I make my own birthday celebrations and I make sure I include all those whom I love. I don’t wait for others to remember. People have busy lives. I’ve done that…waiting for others to remember me then being disappointed when they don’t. Not any more. I am quick to let everyone know it’s my special day because I want to celebrate with them! ? When I’m 64! ? ❤️

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“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭90:12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I was awake bright and early yesterday. I love staying at my cousin’s house up on North Mountain. They have a pavilion overlooking a pond. We had a cookout Friday night and a lovely visit. I went to sleep to the sound of whip-poor-wills and awoke to the lowing of cattle at dawn. I left around 8:00 and headed to visit my uncle and two aunts. I took my uncle for a ride in my new truck and ran errands. We had a nice lunch and I picked some sour pie cherries before heading home.

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The drive back to the farm takes you through an area called Seneca Rocks. There are some really amazing rock formations. A climbing school teaches people to take advantage of the sheer, vertical rock walls. For the less adventurous, horseback rides are available that take you the long way around and very close to the top. You can hike the rest of the way up. I’ve done that before…it was amazing! There are two old timey stores and a restaurant. One of my favorite things is the old Sites Homestead…especially when they are holding a special event like yesterday’s quilt show. Women were sitting around quilting or preparing long rag strips to make rag rugs out of. I had a lovely conversation with the Heritage Gardener. I was going to quiz her to see if she knew what that awesome “hairy berry” plant was that I found this week and when I turned to her…there was a huge Wine Berry bush right there. Go figure!

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As my new friend showed me around the homestead, she gave me a tour of the historic quilts. Most of the quilters were identified as well as where they lived, when the quilt was made, and the name of the quilt pattern. She made a point to show me this one particular quilt. It was hung so that the sun could shine through it. She pointed out the quilt within the quilt…a Double Wedding Band covered by a Dresden Plate when the old quilt got too worn. When I saw that, it reminded me of the resiliency of the Spirit. When we are tattered and worn, broken seemingly beyond repair…the Spirit cleanses us and makes us new again when we ask. It’s so simple…so remarkable…such a miracle. I loved the frugal nature of the quilter…nothing was wasted.

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I arrived home as the sun was setting. I sat in the backyard and listened to my own whip-poor-wills. The mama robin swooping in to feed her nestlings. The kitty rubbing my legs, welcoming me home. The deer foraging on the hillside. The possum ambling out from behind the barn hoping to get a bite or two of cat food. I sighed…a contented smile on my face. Another day in Paradise! ❤️

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“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:17‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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There’s something special about the evening light of June in West Virginia. It takes on the soft green of the abundant foliage and spreads it through the air molecules…or, so it seems. As I sat on the porch Thursday evening, eating a late supper of salad with baked chicken, I couldn’t help but jump up and snap this shot of what Grandma called her snowball bush. I seem to remember the clumps of flowers being more rounded than this when I was a child. Do you suppose the plant has changed over the years and morphed into what we see here? It’s possible. Or, more likely, my memory has.

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It’s been quite cool here the last week. I even turned the furnace on the other evening. Once I start wearing shorts and flip-flops, it’s hard to go back so I suffer through it with frozen feet. It’s funny how 52° feels balmy in February but frigid in June. It’s all a matter of perspective, isn’t it?

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The new gas heater is installed and it occurred to me this morning as I was admiring the handy work…this stove doesn’t have a thermostat on it, just Off, Low, and High. I wish I would have noticed that before but it’s too late now. I’ll just have to leave it on low in the winter months. It’ll heat the bathroom and that end of the house just fine. Thank goodness this farm has free gas…one of the few perks to having gas wells on your property.

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I’m on an overnight road trip. I needed to come see my family before I head to Colorado in a few weeks. I love my Uncle Bud. He taught me to weld when I was ten years old. He knows how to do everything and I always learn so much from him. I’ll deliver my aunt’s mail to her. Not much still comes to the farm. They asked me to bring Grandma’s Bible but I think my mom had it and it’s in my stuff that’s in storage. I’ll have to bring it another time.

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I hope you all are having a great weekend! ❤️

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“In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5:16‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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One of my biggest treats as a child was to go to Harrisville with my Pop-Pop. We would go to Stout’s Hardware for a part for the Gravely, or maybe seed potatoes and onion sets in the spring. This is one of the last old timey hardware stores around these parts. Still with the original hardwood floors, Stouts has one of everything and two of most. You can get parts for a pressure cooker, lawn mower blades, salt licks, marshmallow and weenie roasters, coon urine…. Wait! What? Coon urine?! Yes, just look in the photo closely. Right next to the flavor injector for your deep fried turkey, and the ginormous spatula, and the paper targets for shooting practice, you can buy your bottle of coon urine to spray on yourself when you go coon hunting so the little critters don’t get scared off by the smell of your Old Spice. This begs a question…does someone who coon hunts even WEAR aftershave? Does he shave? I don’t know. I have a picture in my head of people chasing raccoons around trying to get them to pee in a cup. Then I read this is synthetic urine. Ok, someone had to duplicate raccoon urine. How’d you like to have that job? “So, you’re Ann’s husband. What do you do for a living?” “I had to figure out what raccoon urine smelled like and duplicate it.” “Nice. Oh, look…there’s John. Will you excuse me?” Or how about one of the guys from Deliverance? I keep hearing banjos and envision speckled dogs with ropes tied around their necks, baying in the back of a rusted out pickup. Not that there’s anything wrong with coon hunting, I suppose. They’re varmints that get in the garden and the trash and make a general mess of everything. And, there ARE people who eat them. I probably have relatives somewhere who eat them. I really don’t want to know what kind of ground meat is in that SOS. Really…I don’t.

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I’m not stereotyping West Virginians as hicks who eat vermin and talk funny. We have a bad enough rep when the evening news chooses to focus on the basest of stories about us hill folk. But, I’ll tell you what…you know you’re in the country when you can buy coon urine and weenie roasters side by side.

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I made the trip to Stouts to look for those gizmos you screw into the overhead porch light that adds a couple electrical outlets. I want to string some outdoor lights on the porch for summer entertaining and Christmas lights in the winter. I figured they would have them if anyone did. They did. My fix-it friend installed my new ventless gas space heater in the bathroom yesterday. While the gas was off, I installed a new mantle and globe in the gas light in the front yard. I also needed sealant for my new wooden picnic table I got for my birthday. I borrowed Mr. Fix-it’s pole saw to trim out some of the saplings and weeds along the creek bank before they totally take over. Lots of little odd jobs getting done around the farm before I head west with my camper next month.

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I love country living…it brings me such joy! ❤️

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“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.”\n‭‭Romans‬ ‭15:13‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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Whew! Revival…can you stand some more? The young evangelist who led the Revival at Grandma’s church a few weeks ago has four churches in his charge. At the ripe old age of 26 or so, this guy is a crackerjack, for sure. He’s leading a Revival in a church in a neighboring community this week. I was able to attend the last couple of nights and let me tell you, it was just as powerful (if not more so) as the first one I attended.

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As I sat listening to this young man preach and I looked over the attendees, I got this vision of a bunch of baskets. I’d go back to listening, then pretty soon I’d be thinking about baskets again. As I drove home, I slowly made my way through the twists and turns of country roads, watching for deer and any other critters. I no sooner pulled out on the two-lane blacktop when the baskets were back. So, I did what I always do when something incessantly niggles at my brain and I can’t get rid of it. I had a conversation with God.

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Me: OK, Lord…what’s with the baskets?

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God: Wait a minute…is that any way to start out a conversation with me? What were you just telling the good folks at church? Something about “thanks”, I think it was.

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Me: You’re absolutely right…Lord, thank you for never having your phone off the hook when I call you! Thank you for always being there and for the blessings you give me. I’m confused though. Why are you showing me baskets?

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God: Look at these baskets. They’re all different shapes, all different sizes. They have different patterns, different colors. They have one thing in common…they are woven. They can carry lots of things. Eggs, vegetables, flowers, stones. But, what if I were to ask you to carry water from my well in one of these baskets? Could you do that?

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Me: Of course not…they are woven. There are holes in them. The water would run right through!

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God: That’s right…it would. You are like a basket. You are woven together in exactly the way I patterned you. All the people of the world are like baskets. They are as different as fingerprints. And, they all have holes in them. You are a thirsty people. When you take your basket to the well, you can’t carry the water you need to quench that thirst. It falls on the ground.

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Me: Ok. I can see that. I still don’t understand what you’re getting at.

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God: I am the most important water…the Living Water. That is the only Water that flows from MY well. Would you have the Living Water spill out on the ground and be wasted?

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Me: No! Of course not! But how can I keep that from happening if I’m a basket full of flaws and holes?

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God: Ahhhh…I’m glad you asked! It’s very simple, really. You have to line the basket with something waterproof. Something that will plug up the leaks so you can carry my Living Water within you.

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Me: What would do that? What could I use?

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God: The recipe is simple. You start out with a good strong base of Obedience. Then you spread on a thick layer of Faith. Top that off with a whole bunch of Prayer and you’ll have a strong, waterproof lining that will carry my Living Water. Then you can drink to your heart’s content and quench that thirst you’ve been carrying around with you.

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Me: What if my basket springs a leak?

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God: The enemy will try to poke holes in your basket at every turn. You must always be vigilant. I have given you power…super powers to be exact. Your words are mighty weapons. Speak life into your situation. Tell the enemy to stay away from you and leave your basket alone!

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Me: As simple as that?

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God: As simple as that.

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We complicate life. We worry. We suffer anxiety at every turn. When we use our words to speak life into our lives, darkness has no choice but to flee. When we create a waterproof lining, we can carry anything…Water, light, precious gems of goodness. Watch how you think. Then watch how you speak. Speak love and light and life into your lives. You’ll march through the crises of your lives much quicker when you plug up the leaks. ❤️

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““Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it."”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭7:24-27‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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For those of you who are fairly new here, the whole thing started with this field. Twenty-two years ago, I brought the kids to West Virginia to introduce my future son-in-law to the family. Daughter #1 was about 19 and #2 was about 4. We went for a drive in the country, came around a bend, and here was this field filled with what looked all the world to be giant marshmallows. #1 told #2 that this was a Marshmallow Ranch. “This is where they grow the marshmallows really big then they cut them up in little pieces, put them in bags, and sell them at the stores.” she said.

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Years later, I owned a little needlework shop called Needles & Pins. When I made items to sell in the shop, I created an art division of the company and called it Marshmallow Ranch because it was cute and catchy. Three months before Mr. Virgo died, I revived the name and began making handcrafted jewelry and art out of antique silverware and maps. I opened an Etsy shop and started this page. When I became a widow, I really wished I had a grief mentor to walk me through the painful journey ahead of me. Since I didn’t, I decided to BE that mentor for others and began blogging about what I was going through, with an honest and open heart…no matter how ugly it got. I already had around 400 followers at this point so I just kept the name and that started four years of daily blog posts. It’s been an interesting, painful, challenging journey. It has also been filled with hope, love, and joy…something I certainly couldn’t see starting out.

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I didn’t really start speaking in my own voice until death whipped every ounce of pretense out of me. I had spent two decades as a Jewish doctor’s wife and never really felt “authentic” in that space. When you are raised in the home of an unpredictable alcoholic, you learn to tap dance for your supper. When you are born into a family with a child with a developmental disability, you learn to not give your mom any more trouble than what she is already facing. You learn to be the clown, to not rock the boat, to make everyone laugh. Above all else, I wanted to make my mom laugh. In so doing, I became a chameleon. I “changed colors” with my environment in order to fit in.

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When I couldn’t keep all the balls in the air anymore, I dropped into a deep depression and spent seven years in what has come to be known in my family as “The Prozac Years.” I cannot be held entirely responsible for my behaviors from 1993 through 2000. Prozac altered my personality and I didn’t care about anything or anyone…a fact I’m still making up for. I was much more genuine the seven years I was with Mr. Virgo, but still, I hid parts of who I was…from him, from my family, from everyone. Grief has a way of stripping you bare. Your heart breaks open wide and shatters to the floor in a million shards. At some point you realize you have come to a crossroads. Stay where you are with your heart at your feet, or pick up the pieces and put yourself back together as best you can. What better time to drop all pretenses and become the genuine “you” you were born to be? I would stand in front of the mirror and ask God to show me who He wanted me to be…who He had MADE me to be. And bit by bit, piece by piece, I discovered my genuine voice. It’s much easier to just BE than it is to try to fit in.

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That’s the peace you see on my face when you send me such lovely messages about my pictures. That is the genuine, real me…relaxed in my own skin for perhaps the first time in my life. What you see is God’s love shining through me. I’m merely a conduit, passing on the Light I have been graced with. My cup is full to overflowing. ❤️

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“Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.”\n‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭3:3-4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I did it! I changed the oil on my truck all by myself! Well, ok…I watched a YouTube video and my fix-it friend sat there and watched and answered any questions. There was some question as to which bolt was the plug to the oil pan so he got down under the truck with me. We consulted the video again (he’s not familiar with Fords) and once we agreed I had the right bolt, I was on my own. Next, I had the hardest time trying to find the oil filter. I went back to the video and figured that out. I was pleased I had the strength to turn the oil plug and the filter to remove them. All told, the whole thing was done in 45 minutes. I did have to buy an oil pan and a filter wrench for the first change, but after this, I can change my oil myself for $35. And that’s using Mobil 1 Full Synthetic oil. I use that because I tow the camper and it’s better for the truck. The same thing would cost at least $80. If I would have known how easy it was, I would have done this myself all along! I felt SO accomplished! I didn’t get greasy and dirty. It was easy peasy. I have been gifted by God with abilities to learn and do mechanical things. I can’t take the credit for that.

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I went to the hardware store to get a dryer vent cover to keep the birds from nesting in the vent tube. When I got it home, I realized the cover that is on there is attached and couldn’t be removed. Upon further inspection, I could see there was a metal flap in there that is supposed to close down on the opening when the dryer isn’t running. I got a flashlight and could see there was a great deal of lint and old wasp nests holding the flap open. I got a long, skinny screw driver and cleaned out years worth of impacted lint and now it closes fine. No more birdies in the dryer vent!!!

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On my way home from the hardware store, I stopped at the cemetery. I had decorated the graves for Mother’s Day and Memorial Day before I left for Florida. But, when I went yesterday, the flowers for Grandma and Pop-Pop’s graves were gone. The rest were there but not my grandparent’s. That chaps me…the lowest of the low to deface and steal in cemeteries. I’ll replace them this week.

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That was my day. We will soon be “knee deep in June” here at the farm. People are putting up hay so I’m sneezing my head off, even with my allergy meds. Ahhh, this too shall pass. The melons are getting good flavor. It won’t be long till there are fresh green beans and tomatoes at the produce stands. Life is oh so good here on Marshmallow Ranch! ❤️

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“Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God.”\n‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭3:5‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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When I was a little girl, this farm produced strawberries for the local Farmer’s Market. The berries my grandparents grew were known far and wide as some of the best available. They were huge, juicy, red ripe clear to the center and as sweet as sugar. Oh, my mouth waters thinking about them. Sometimes you couldn’t get more than five or six in the quart berry baskets. I wasn’t allowed in the berry patch. My hands stuffed those berries in my mouth much faster than they should have and I kept stepping on the runners because I didn’t understand their importance. But I watched every step of the production and took great pride in driving to town with my Pop-Pop and a pickup load of berries every afternoon.

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Another childhood memory from these parts is Ward’s Market, a fresh produce stand that also carries a good variety of Amish made and local delicacies. I had to make a run to town yesterday so I stopped on my way home to see what the market had available. I was thrilled to see home grown strawberries there! As you can see, this isn’t one of your mass produced, farm-factory grown berries. This baby is red straight through, and while the taste is not as sweet as Grandma’s berries, these have excellent flavor. Aromatic, succulent, still warm from the sun. Oh, my…what’s not to love about that?

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I found several items to add to my larder. Amish roll butter is my favorite. As little butter as I use, I choose the real deal over the plastic stuff you get in tubs at the grocery stores. Margarine was invented to feed cattle and they wouldn’t eat it so they added food coloring and feed it to us. Delightful. No thanks. I got a jar of sweet heat pickles and black raspberry jam, also made in Amish Country. Then there’s my favorite…Oliverio Hot Peppers in Sauce and Oliverio Spaghetti Sauce….made in Clarksburg, WV. Clarksburg has a high concentration of Italians and there are some wonderful Italian restaurants there. I like to mix these two jars when I’m making spaghetti sauce and add my own touches like black olives, capers, garlic, oregano, onions, hot Italian sausage, mushrooms, red pepper flakes, and three or four mashed anchovies filets. This makes a lovely Putanesca Sauce…a peasant style Sauce from Northern Italy. I’m planning to have a dinner party before I leave for Colorado next month and I think this will be perfect on the menu.

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After my foray into town, I mowed the lawn. I had arranged with a young man to mow while I was gone and he didn’t show up so I’ll need to make other plans for when I’m in Colorado. I hate mowing when it’s so deep because you can’t avoid getting clumps of grass everywhere. I ran over a snake with the mower and cut it in half. I really felt bad because it was a black snake and they help keep the rodent population down. I am, however, very glad it wasn’t a copperhead or a rattlesnake! I bought a couple suet feeders in town and set them up. I replenished my thistle supply so I fed the finches. I think everyone is going to be pretty happy out there today.

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As I was mowing yesterday, I got to thinking about how much my writing has changed through my grief journey. I go back sometimes and read my early stuff to see how far I’ve come. It’s pretty remarkable actually. There has been an improvement in my writing in general. I think that is to be expected when you write an essay every single day for four years. It’s like skiing. If you don’t improve after skiing every day for four years, you weren’t cut out to be a skier. I also notice my subject matter is much more diverse now. The blinders are off and I can see the world again. And I can interact with it. The reason I’m saying this is, there are new readers who find this page every day. Many of them are fairly new in this widowed life and they may just pass on thinking there is nothing here for them. I would encourage you, if you are new here, to scroll back through the blog to the earlier stuff. I’m sure you will find something to relate to. I guess what I’m getting at is…if you are hurting tonight, if you heart has been broken wide open, if the life you have known and hoped to live forever has fallen in pieces at your feet, please know my heart is with you. We have some really amazing people who frequent this blog. Wonderful, supportive, loving people who understand where you are. If you’re new, please find encouragement in the fact that, four years…three years…two years ago, I was desperately in pain. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t sleep, I ate my pain and put on drastic amounts of weight, and I really didn’t care much what happened to me. Sure, I had joy. I had insights. I had hope. But I certainly had pain. Please take encouragement in the fact that I can take great joy in planning a dinner party and filling the bird feeders and mowing the lawn. The life you want will not come to you. You must walk to it…kinda like an elaborate treasure hunt where the gift you find at the end is…YOU!

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Keep searching. Leap moving. Keep coming back. You’re going to make it, dear one. ❤️

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“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”\n‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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Well, I saw something I’ve never seen before. I sure wish I would have had my camera ready fast enough. I was sitting out on the porch yesterday, enjoying the cool of the evening when I heard a ruckus on the hill you see here. The lawn goes to the edge of the creek there and then the hill goes up the other side. I heard something running through the underbrush over there and could just make out an orange streak barreling down the hill. Kitty Boy! He doesn’t show up but maybe three nights a week or so these days. Fixing him and feeding him and the companionship of Boy Cat doesn’t seem to be enough for this adolescent and he’s off galavanting the farms and hills. As I watched this fairly small cat making a bee line down through the woods, it occurred to me he was making a whale of a lot of noise. I looked on up behind him and hot on his trail was a doe! She almost got him but he jumped on down into the creek and the doe stopped just short of coming out of the cover of the thicket. She proceeded to stomp her front hooves on the ground and snort for a good five minutes before she was convinced the big bad kitty was gone. My guess is she has a baby hidden up in those trees and Kitty Boy got a little too curious.

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The hummingbirds were causing quite a ruckus of their own…buzzing back and forth in front of me as I sat and wrote my daily post. The evening birds were calling. I could see across to the old garden area…the birds have totally cleaned out the cherry trees. Grandma’s snowball bush was blooming and the purple and white clematis were making a show of themselves on the metal lawn bracket my uncle built for them years ago. Sumac with broad heads of yellow-green blossoms were sweet on the evening air. The sparrows and chickadees and titmice were darting back and forth from the shrubs to the feeders. Three pairs of mourning doves foraged on the ground below the feeders, picking up the excess seed discarded by the more aggressive birds above. The brown headed cowbirds were there, but they’ve stopped their watery plunking calls and the dancing on the phone line meant to entice the ladies. The wildlife are settling into the summer child rearing season quite nicely and there seems to be a different rhythm on the farm these days.

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The clouds came rolling over the far ridge in time to catch the evening sun, sending a golden light over everything. Two turkeys called back and forth to one another from opposite hilltops. Rain was coming. The air thickened with the dampness that gathers just before the shower begins. By 8:00 last night, as I was writing this, I still hadn’t managed to sleep more than an hour out of the previous thirty-six. I took a walk. A hot bath. I wrote. I meditated. I prayed. And, I am quite sure…I’ll sleep afterwards. Because…here comes the rain. ❤️

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“When he speaks in the thunder, the heavens roar with rain. He causes the clouds to rise over the earth. He sends the lightning with the rain and releases the wind from his storehouses.”\n‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭51:16‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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What was it John Lennon said? “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” Or some such thing. The plan was to stay in Florida another week but my traveling companion got called back home so within two hours, we were packed up and on the road. You have to fly by the seat of your pants when you are with me!

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Saying goodbye to the beach, for now…and hello to new adventures! And what is better than another foray into the wonderful world of Georgia Barbecue? This time, it was The Copper Pig in Brunswick, GA. After feeding the alligators in the pond out front, you walk through the indoor Farmer’s Market to the restaurant. The decor sports such notable signs as “Turkey Eggs…when available” and “Whole Goat Sold Here”. Gulp. Remember the other day after the ray incident when I said I might turn vegetarian? Well, this was…after all…barbecue. In Georgia. I ordered my favorite non-vegetarian meal of ribs with a side of collard greens and cole slaw. And threw in corn bread for good measure. Top that off with a tall glass of sweet tea and I was in…forgive the term…hog heaven! Southern slaw is a vinegary affair, unlike the creamy variety I am accustomed to. It’s not entirely to my liking, I’m afraid. And the collards…I asked for vinegar to put on them. I was presented with a small jar of pale green peppers in vinegar. The top of the jar had a small hole so I gamely sprinkled on what I thought would be a liberal amount of vinegar and promptly set off the fire alarms in my mouth! Wowza! I’m not sure the collards actually had a flavor…maybe bacon? But again, once doused in liquid lava, I was hard pressed to taste anything anyway. The cornbread was dry. Sigh. I looked at my ribs and sent up a little prayer that they would redeem this episode of “Heartburn Haven”. I was not disappointed. The ribs were utterly swoon-worthy! Fork tender, fall off the bone, juicy, smoky morsels fit for the gods. I really wasn’t terribly hungry at that point so I picked all the meat off the bones and proceeded to taste the three BBQ sauces on the table. “Carolina Sauce”, like the slaw, is vinegar based but has a heavy mustard flavor. Not my thing. I moved on to “Sweet”. Liquid brown sugar, to be precise. Still…pretty darned yummy. Last was “Sweetheat”. Ok, now we’re talking. Sweet, smoky, tangy, with just the right heat to make you barely break out in a sweat on your upper lip. The kind that would make you wince if you had a little cut on your lip but not cry like a little girl. Perfect! I asked for a plastic container with a lid…food service variety. Not that styrofoam to-go box. This had to withstand ice in the cooler. I took both the “Sweet” and “Sweetheat” sauces and applied them liberally over the rib meat I had dissected on my plate, mixed it up, and applied more of each…like hot fudge on a pork sundae. I popped the container into the ice chest in the back of the truck and headed north.

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I don’t know if you’ve ever driven through Georgia and the Carolinas, but there are LONG stretches of…trees. Both sides…nothing but trees. And dead armadillos. Lots of time to think when you’re driving through there. I was moseying along the interstate when I stopped in Rockhill at a Starbucks, grabbed a plastic fork and a latte, dropped the tailgate of the pickup and pulled the BBQ out of the cooler. My friend and I took turns dipping in and stuffing our faces with big forkfuls of the most divine mess of smoky goodness I think I have ever tasted. Oh, my…I want to go do it again just to say I did!

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Back on the road, happy tummy, latte-laden, I was fueled for the last 6 hours of the marathon drive from Florida to West Virginia…something I have never experienced. I’ll let you know tomorrow if I am likely to ever experience it again. My bum was pretty weary by the time I wrote this last night after dark.

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Sadly, I had to cancel my appearance at a church in Crescent City scheduled for tomorrow night. We may be able to work out a way where I can appear by Skype. I hated to cancel but there was no alternative. When you travel with another person, you are each at the mercy of the other’s sudden schedule changes. I’m a really flexible person, and thankfully, so are my hosts at the church I was to appear at.

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By the time you read this, I am back at the farm. What a difference a day makes, huh? ❤️

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“For he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good things.”\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭107:9‬ ‭NLT‬‬

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I don’t know what else to say…yesterday was another perfect day. It was a little hot. Well, ok…it was a LOT hot. The heat index at 10:30 this morning was 108 degrees! I did what I do every morning…I sat on the front deck with my coffee…reading and writing then came in when it got too warm. I actually started reading a novel yesterday. I haven’t read a book for entertainment for a long, long time. I couldn’t concentrate enough to read after I lost Mr. Virgo. Then I couldn’t read because I didn’t want to taint my writing. Someone gave me a copy of The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins so I stuck it in one of my bags and brought it with me…just in case. It feels good to let my mind get lost in someone else’s words for a change.

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Once the pool became shaded by the building as the sun started to the west, I went out and swam and sat by the pool and read. I went on several walks along the beach yesterday and actually baked chicken and rice for dinner with a salad. Cooking is another thing I never did for myself in those early months and years of widowhood. Life is taking on tinges of normalcy…like a painting when it gets to the point you can tell what it is. I feel whole again…as whole as I can possibly feel, I think.

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I’m different now. Different in many ways. Good ways. Healthy ways. My moods are much more predictable…much less erratic. I don’t feel a frantic urgency to move and go and change locations in order to outrun my loss. I meet it head on. I relish my memories more than I fear my pain now and that is a pretty comfortable place to be. I’m happy. I never dreamed four years ago that I would ever feel happy again. But, here it is…greeting me every morning. Seeing me off to dream every night. I am so grateful for these moments.

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I’m really looking forward to seeing my Colorado family in a few weeks. I miss them terribly! The girls are growing way too fast! These next three months will be filled with more travels. I have another week here then off to Tennessee for a couple of days then back to the farm for a couple of weeks before I head west. Thanks for traveling along with me…it’s really nice knowing you all are here! ❤️

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“I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers.”\n‭‭Ephesians‬ ‭1:16‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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I have more to be grateful for than I could possibly recount here, but I’ll list a few.

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LOVE - I am grateful for the deep love I have in my life. Those closest to me are my rocks and I can never adequately thank them for all they do for me. To give love is divine. To be given love in return is a precious gift I will never take for granted.

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SHELTER - While I have my camper TOW-Wanda that I’ve lived in most of the last two years, I am especially grateful to be given the opportunity to live on and take care of the family farm. The home of my heart…my uncle understands this is my healing place. A place where I am closer to those who have gone on before me. Another generous gift I’ll not take for granted.

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WORDS - I have the joy of writing an essay every single day. Even though now it is more like an obsession, really. I cannot imagine not writing…even for a day. It’s as automatic as breathing and brushing my teeth. And, as a result of my writing, I have all you good people to interact with on a daily basis and I love you all. Your support far outweighs any efforts I put into this and I am deeply grateful for this blog.

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MR. VIRGO - Three weeks before he died, we actually had a discussion about death and what we would want when the time comes. I remember telling him that if he died the next day, it would be a tragedy…but if I would have had him for one day, my life was surely richer for it. I am grateful we told each other often how much we loved each other. There are no regrets…only warm memories of having had a wonderful man in my life.

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MUSIC - My world started getting color and sound back in it about two years after losing Mr. Virgo. I am grateful for the opportunities to go listen to live music with my friends. I am grateful for a Bluetooth speaker so I can fill my house with music.

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And, last but certainly not least…

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GOD and my CHURCH - I wouldn’t even HAVE a life if it wasn’t for the Grace of God. And my life is enriched by Pastor Justin and my Church family at The Warehouse Church. They bless me every day and help guide me through my spiritual journey.

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I am thankful for so many things. My life is beautiful and sweet and peaceful. I am spending this holiday with my West Virginia family…those wonderful people who hold such special places in my heart. May you all celebrate Thanksgiving with loving kindness and gratitude. ❤️

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“I will give thanks to you, Lord, with all my heart; I will tell of all your wonderful deeds.”\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭9:1‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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\"Bird’s “A bird’s nest from the farm.”

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One late fall day, I was walking down the long drive to get the mail and paper when I noticed an abandoned nest in the ditch. I’m not familiar enough to know what kind of bird made it although it is lined with mud. I know swallows do that. I picked up the little nest and sat it on the end of the old wooden ironing board I use as a perch for the cats and there it sat. That is, until I “decorated” for the holidays. I thought it looked better sitting beside the old hunting boots I found in a barrel downstairs.

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One of the joys of living out on the farm is the vast number and variety of birds here. I could hardly wait to put out bird feeders. I have them situated so I can see them from the rocking chair in the front window. They remind me of a verse in the Bible that tells us not to worry about getting the things we need because if God provides for the sparrow, he will certainly provide for us. Everything a bird needs is found in nature. Our added efforts to draw them in with extra food only baits them for our viewing pleasure. But, even though God gives the worm, he doesn’t provide room service. The birds still have to get out every day and forage for sustenance. They have to work for their blessings…they just don’t worry about it. Good advice.

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God has buckets of blessings with our name on them. They are the blessings HE wants for us…not our selfish requests. HE wants to prosper us, but on HIS terms…not ours. I can’t just sit here in the rocking chair and wait for UPS to hand deliver my blessings. I have to suit up and show up. I have to prepare myself through prayer and meditation. I have to treat my body like the temple it is with proper food and activity. I have to maintain my health. For me, personally…I have to be in the Word every day. I have to practice all three parts of Matthew 7:7…ask, seek, and knock. The action words. When I “ask”, I ask for the blessings HE wants to give me. When I “seek”, I ask how I can best serve HIM, not the other way around. And when I “knock”, I beg God to open the door to His heart and shower me with the abundance HE has in mind. That is how I “work for my supper”. He feeds my spirit AND my life.

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So, just as the bird must work for the blessing of food, so do I. I am grateful for the beauty…and the bounty…in my life. ❤️

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“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”    ‭‭Matthew‬ ‭6:26‬ ‭NIV‬‬
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\"Kicking “Kicking back on the porch at the farm.”

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I’m not slowing down till spring! I looked at my calendar yesterday and realized I have no down time till mid-January but that’s when I sit down with my web developer and work on my new website. That’ll take at least two weeks then I’m thinking of heading south for a little fun in the sun and avoid the incessant shades of a grey winter in the Mid Ohio Valley. Today is coffee with the girls and lunch out, tomorrow is church and live music with a gal pal. Next week is travel to visit family for Thanksgiving. The next week I travel to Colorado till the end of the month. So, today I’m chilling out on the front porch. “Chilling” is a misnomer as it is over 60° and the sun is shining. I’m sitting with my feet up and doing the crossword. I’ve set up the bird feeders so I can see them from my front window and I am definitely enjoying their chatter as they jockey for position. They flit back and forth from the feeders to the safety of the nearby snowball bush. Yellow finches, house wrens, chickadees, and tufted titmouse. The occasional cardinal or blue jay for color. The young farm cat sits on the creek bank scowling in frustration at the missed opportunities to grab a snack. I’ve placed the feeders high enough he can’t get to my birds. Asian Lady Beetles drop in as they are attracted to the warmth of the wood on the front of the house as the sun sets. They are especially draw to places of contrast…light next to dark…like you find around windows and doors. I believe the flea spray kills them. They light on the floor of the porch and are dead in short order. It feels good to just stop and sit for a little bit and soak up the sun and the sounds of nature. Before you know it, the world will be blanketed in white and we will wish for a day like this. ❤️

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“And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”    Philippians‬ ‭4:7‬ ‭NIV
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\"Jelly “My favorite piece of my childhood.”

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I gathered some of my belongings out of storage the other day and brought them to the farm. I kept my dearest antiques knowing someday I would either decorate TOW-Wanda or I would have a small home of my own again. I have postponed making this house my “home” for the last three months till I was fairly certain I wouldn’t be moving for a while. Now that I feel more secure in that, I’ve been nesting with a vengeance.

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\"Folkart\" “I bought this in an antique store in Carbondale, CO years ago. Perfect for my farmhouse kitchen.”

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I’m loving how cozy this place is getting. The items on top of the cabinets are special and I haven’t lived with them for two and a half years, at least. As I unwrapped the dishes Mr. Virgo gave me, I carefully cleaned them and placed them in the jelly cupboard so I can see and use them every day. The watering cans were in my flower garden in Colorado. They were literally the last thing I grabbed from my house as I left. The sap bucket on the far left was hanging here in the basement by my grandma’s old canning stove. The copper bucket on the far right holds my mom’s wooden clothespins. The crocks on top of the cabinets belonged to my late Uncle Bobby Joe’s grandparents…as did the little red rocking chair that was found in their barn years after they passed. The churns in the middle belonged to my grandma (left) and mom (right). The little lamb was my toy when I was a baby. The blue mason jar is a #13…rare because moonshiners broke #13’s because they were unlucky. The old lunchpail on the right belonged to my grandpa. The folk art “Homemade Pies” sign came from an antique shop in Colorado many years ago.

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\"Red “My favorite little red rocking chair…found in an old barn in West Virginia.”

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I made the door decoration yesterday from a horn I bought in a junk shop. That and the two candles in the first floor window constitute my entire holiday decorating since I’m going to Colorado for Christmas again this year. I found the bird’s nest in the ditch by the driveway this fall and the boots were an old pair in a barrel downstairs. I bought the handmade broom at Country Living Fair. And the little “dress” hanging from the light over the sink is a reproduction and is actually a tea towel. (My windows REALLY need washing!)

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\"Old “Old hunting boots from the basement.”

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I have a picture hanging in my bedroom here that says…“It’s not the size of the house but how happy the home.” My home is where I lay my head and I always make it happy. It might be a thirty foot camper on the road through Tennessee. Or it might be on a ridge overlooking the Ohio River. Or it might be on a farm that hold memories so thick they feel like cobwebs when I brush through them. I am rich beyond my wildest dreams. Not monetarily…I’m rich with family, love, memories, health, happiness, joy, and words. These are my everyday gifts from God. I am so blessed. ❤️

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\"Antiques\" “Treasures!”

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“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.””    Hebrews‬ ‭13:5‬ ‭NIV‬‬
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\"Apron\" “Reproduction apron hanging from the light over the sink. Loving my farmhouse look.”

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Every day I open my eyes and look out the window to the right of my bed here at the farm. I smile when I see the sun just touching the ridge across the road and I thank God for the gift of another day. I look around the room that my grandparents shared for thirty-some years. My eyes settle on an old grainy black and white picture of six children, blissfully unaware that they were poor as church mice. My mother, the eldest, stands in the back, her head cocked with a wry smile on her pretty face. I don't think my mother ever believed she was beautiful but with her wavy raven hair, dancing green eyes, and quick, open smile...she was darling. I smile back at my mama and her siblings. Half of my loved ones in this photo are gone now, their smiles left frozen for all time in a cheap 5x7 metal frame.

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I reach for my phone to check the news, weather, and e-mails. I check in with messaging and answer anything that came in overnight. I get up and make my coffee and cereal. Then I \"come to The Ranch\" and sit with you here. I read every one of your comments and respond in some way...either a \"like\" or a comment in return. I do that because I want you to know I read every word you write. The words you share with me move me. They make me think. They remind me of where I've been or give me hope for where I'm going. They humble me and touch my heart. They remind me how blessed I am and I am so grateful.

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I had a conversation with my agent the other day. I sent my book proposal at the end of summer and I've been trying to write from the outline. I've been just frozen for weeks. I can't write that way. I am an extemporaneous writer...I tell story after story and weave them together like cloth. When I try to write from an outline it's about as interesting as reading the instructions included with your vacuum cleaner. So, frustrated, I told her I have to do this differently. I have to just write the book, then I can write the outline and then the book proposal. My biggest fear, I told her, is running out of time. I don't want to miss this opportunity because I'm stumbling in the dark. She assured me she isn't going anywhere...and that's a great relief! So, I keep plugging away.

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After I read your comments and I interact, I do my chores and in the afternoon I sit down and write my post for the next day. Sometimes it's late in the afternoon and I sit in front of my \"happy light\". This week has been so gorgeous here in WV. We are having cold nights, but our days are unseasonably warm. Wednesday, I sat out on the front porch to write my post and I wanted to share my view with you. It is truly a gift to get to sit here with you every day. It is a gift to wake up to the same view out the same window that my grandparents looked through every morning. It is a gift to have friends and neighbors stop by for a cup of coffee or call with a cheery hello.

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I know there is turmoil going on out there. I know there is backlash after the election, but I cannot \"go out there\". There's a reason I stopped watching TV when Mr. Virgo died. It's too distressing. I don't have my head in the sand. I know what's going on because I read the news. I just don't listen to endless rounds of talking heads spewing commentary. I find out what I need to know then I do something else. It's much better for my well-being. I know I'm pretty insulated here...but, it's the way I like it. The way I need it. For now anyway.

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❤️

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“Rejoice always,”‭‭

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Ugh...I can't stand feeling like it's midnight when it's actually 5:27! I've had trouble with Seasonal Affective Disorder in the past so I'm always proactive when the time changes. A couple of years ago, I bought a \"Happy Light\" by Verilux at Sam's Club. The broad spectrum light helps keep the winter gloomies at bay. I sit down in the big rocking chair by the front window at 4:30 to write my post for the next day. I turn on my \"Happy Light\" that is strategically located to shine directly on me. Then I read and write until about 7-7:30. This extends my light exposure to the average day and really helps my mood stay stable. I also keep active. I've been maintaining my weight loss so my carbohydrate intake is low which also helps. I take St. John's Wort daily as a natural mood stabilizer and keep an active social calendar. I travel at least once during the winter and this year I am going to try to get someplace warm where I can stick my feet in the sand and get some warm sunshine in late January or early February. That's my recipe for feeling good all winter. Now, we'll see how that pans out.

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I've been busy with winter preparations here on the farm. I brought in straw bales to make kitty shelters on the porches. Yesterday, I cleaned and put away the patio furniture from out front, put fresh light bulbs in the outdoor fixtures, swept and cleaned the front porch, and moved the old ironing board I use for a kitty perch over to the living room window so I can see out the window in front of the rocking chair. I cleaned out the food from the pantry in TOW-Wanda and brought it into the house, tossing anything old and out of date. I got out my combo crockpot/pressure cooker/steamer and my George Foreman Grill and got them cleaned up, and worked on cleaning out kitchen cupboards. My next big chore is buying a steamer to clean all the floors. There is linoleum in all the living areas of this old farmhouse and a painted cement floor in the bathroom, all of which need a really good deep steam cleaning. Once the weather keeps me indoors, I'll paint and decorate.

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And then...there's this. We have a new president. Maybe your candidate lost. Maybe your candidate won. This is where grace comes in. Grace if you are on the losing side...and grace if your candidate won. Here's the thing...I don't put my faith in human beings. I put my faith in God. He has a plan. He doesn't make us privy to His plans. He has plans to prosper us, not to harm us. So...here's where you can demonstrate grace. Pray for the winner...by name. If that winner is not your candidate, pray twice as hard that God will touch hearts and minds and remind our president that the rest of us are still out here. 2020 is already in the works. Get involved. Do your best. Don't live in fear, dear ones. There IS goodness out there! Go find it. Go make it. But don't hide.

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My fervent prayer is for peace. I always pray for peace. I will not leave. I never leave a fight. Today...we are Americans.

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❤️

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“Light is sweet, and it pleases the eyes to see the sun. However many years anyone may live, let them enjoy them all. But let them remember the days of darkness, for there will be many. Everything to come is meaningless. You who are young, be happy while you are young, and let your heart give you joy in the days of your youth. Follow the ways of your heart and whatever your eyes see, but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment. So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigor are meaningless.”‭‭

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After going at warp speed for weeks, I took it way down yesterday. I slept till 10:30. That's unheard of! I baked gluten free biscuits and sausage gravy for brunch. I voted and checked on my insurance. I browsed in a hundred year old Five & Dime. I bought a cookbook...a rare indulgence. I went for a leisurely drive through the country. I ate BBQ for dinner. Essentially...I indulged my every whim and enjoyed every second of it.

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We've talked about self care before. Giving yourself permission to slow down and do something you might consider self indulgent is necessary to your well being. Sitting here in the rocker with a hot cup of tea. Talking with a friend. Listening to good music. Pondering the richness of life. Gratitude bubbles up from my heart.

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The holidays are fast approaching. It will be a time of frenetic activity between gatherings with friends and family and traveling to Colorado to see my babies. Soon after, the doldrums of January and February will set in. I'm going to be proactive this year and look forward to some warm fun in the sun somewhere during those icy months. Placing something joyful in front of me. That has been my modus operandi since Mr. Virgo died. I'm not stopping now!

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❤️

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““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”

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I took my time getting home yesterday and decided to stop at Tamarack near Beckley. This is an amazing gathering of WV artisans showing and selling their wares. I had to stop in the grill and have some fried green tomatoes. Yummmmmm! I walk the full circle and when I got back around to the front, a small group of musicians had gathered for an impromptu demonstration of Appalachian mountain music. What a treat!

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The other day, a friend was helping me move some things around at the farmhouse and I came upon my great grandfather's walking stick. The music yesterday made me smile as I remembered my great grandpa dancing the soft shoe across the back porch with that stick in hand, his bowler hat perched precariously on his head at a rakish angle, as my Pop-Pop played Turkey in the Straw on the fiddle. I now own that fiddle. I own that walking stick. And I'm living in that farmhouse. My life is so rich with memories. It was a delight to listen to that great music today. I spoke with the gentleman who makes dulcimer and psaltries at The Tamarack and he invited me to come down any time for a free lesson and demonstration. I've been thinking of doing some live broadcasts here so maybe that would be a fun one to do!

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I got back to the farm after dark so there was no time to park and unhitch the camper. I'll do that today. Suffice it to say, it was a fabulous week away and I'm ready to get back to work on my writing!

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❤️

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“I will turn my ear to a proverb; with the harp I will expound my riddle:”

\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭49:4‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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Awwww....the only bad thing about living out on the farm is not traveling and camping with TOW-Wanda. She's parked on the long drive up past the farmhouse and I've decided I'm going to keep her set up and visit her often during the winter.

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When I had little TOW-Wanda, I had to store her at a site over by the county airport. I did not like that one bit. I would go out every Sunday after church to read and take a nap. There were some Sundays in the dead of winter that I trudged through knee deep snow to get to her, but I went without fail. My campers have always been my sanctuary. For a long time, the camper was my safe place where I could get away from the pain of living in my house without Mr. Virgo. Then it became my quiet place to read and meditate. Now it has become my peaceful place to write. My \"study\", of sorts. I have a twin bed in the slide out filled with pillows. I can curl up with my fur throw and write while I listen to the songbirds in the dogwood out my window. I play soft music in the background. I make a pot of tea. It's positively civilized.

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But this weekend....we're headed into the woods again for one last long camping weekend before the frosts come, this big gal and me. TOW-Wanda will get a bath and get all cleaned up and winterized before I take her back to the farm and park her for the winter. As I pulled her down the highway today I thought back over how different my life is now as opposed to when I started out on my long three month journey into the wilderness and backroads of Colorado not two months after Mr. Virgo died. I'm a totally different woman now. I have different dreams. Different goals. I don't look the same. I don't act the same. Even some of my beliefs have changed. God knew what he was doing when he whispered, \"Look for joy!\" Joy is exactly what TOW-Wanda has brought me.

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As wonderful as TOW-Wanda is...God is my safe place. He will give me all I need.

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God is our safe place and our strength. He is always our help when we are in trouble.

\nPsalms 46:1 NLV\n
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Marshmallow Ranch hit a milestone yesterday...5,000 followers!!!!

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Oh. Em. Geeeee!

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I was out to lunch with a friend when the ticker turned over and that magic number showed up. I squealed with delight, high-fived my lunch partner, and clapped my hands. What started three and a half years ago as a place where I could vent and share my innermost feelings of grief has grown into a place where 5,000 souls gather to share and care our way down this rocky road called life. We laugh. We cry. We praise. We lift each other up when the burden is heavy. We celebrate our accomplishments, no matter how small.

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I am so proud of the vast amount of content this page has generated. Countless hours and a ton of blood, sweat, and tears have been poured into every word. I am so grateful for a loving God who has seen fit to give me this task. He dictates the words...I just type 'em. I'm grateful for every one of you beautiful souls for listening to me rattle on. I'm grateful for your input, your encouragement and the occasional kick in the pants when I need it.

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Thank you! Thank you for making my heart sing when I thought it would be forever broken! I love you all!!!

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❤️

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“I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.\"”‭‭

\nJohn‬ ‭16:33‬ ‭ESV‬‬\n
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I've been having a little trouble with writer's block lately. It's not necessarily that the words won't come. I write...then, when I go back later and read it, I hate it. It's extremely frustrating because it's hard to make progress when you're writing the same chapter over and over. This happens once in a while and, as my agent says, \"Good writing can't be rushed.\" The harder I try to forge my way through it, the worse it seems to get. So, I have to practice, yet again, letting go.

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I'm a bit of a control freak. I don't like letting go. It leads me down paths that are sometimes dark...sometimes scary. Letting go isn't always easy. But, I'm reminded as I look out over the hills surrounding this little red farmhouse...there's something beautiful in letting go of what holds you tight. There's freedom in the wind.

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Our trees aren't of a brilliant hue this season. We had a long hot and dry spell in August and September so there isn't as much sugar in the leaves. The dropping of leaves is inevitable. The letting go has to come or there won't be the lush growth of spring. There has to be a period of dormancy. Without it, there would be no change. Maybe the lesson here is to make sure to feed and nourish your spirit in the growing season in order to see the brilliance and the beauty of the colors so letting go becomes more of a celebration.

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I always write my posts at night and schedule them to post at 4:00 so you have them early. Occasionally, it's after midnight and I inadvertently schedule the wrong day. That happened today. And, as is the case with much of my writing lately...I erased the whole thing and started over. But now...now I'm listening to rain on the tin roof of this farmhouse that I love. I'm snuggled under the throw made from the fur Mr. Virgo gave me. Coffee is in my immediate future. I'm letting go today. The words will come.

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❤️

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“\"Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old. Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭43:18-19‬ ‭ESV‬‬

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I was climbing these 9 times a few times a week before I left for Colorado in June. Then I got altitude sickness, and since I'm already prone to heat exhaustion, I shied away from exercising much this summer. Fortunately, I had enough muscle mass built up that I didn't gain weight in this three months. Now that it's cooler, I'm hitting the steps again. I did them twice last week. Yesterday I climbed them five times. I'm certainly not in as bad shape as I was when I first started, but...wow! I was working it that fifth time up! It feels SO good though and the results are well worth the effort.

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Remember...I don't exercise. I go outside and play! That, and adjusting my attitudes about food are the keys to my success. Also, before I EVER came close to being thin, I told myself these things every day...while looking in the mirror, while bathing, while dressing, while driving...on rising up and laying down.

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When the lies come...oh, and they WILL come...counter them with something from your \"feel good list\". And move, baby! Get a little swish in your walk. Hold your head up. Stick your chin out. Look where you're going...forward! Onward! Upward! You've got this!

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❤️

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“Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.”‭‭

\n1 Corinthians‬ ‭6:19-20‬ ‭ESV‬‬\n
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The wind is carrying a chill these days. Leaves fly and spin on the breeze and soon they will blanket the floor of our woods like a dark, damp carpet. There is a constant rustling noise in the background and the sound of the dew dropping is a higher pitch than when the leaves were green. The hummingbirds are gone, headed south for warmer climes. Clouds roll over the ridge across the road as chickadees fight over who gets to sit at the feeder.

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I love autumn. This year it isn't filling me with the dread of the oncoming winter for some reason. As I sit on the front porch, I still hear crickets. Birds are calling far up in the woods...their songs ringing down through the holler. The rain that woke me at 6:00 has created a small trickle through the creek running alongside the house...the tiny waterfalls plunking out a staccato beat. The farm cats are wandering the hillside above the house looking for a gift to present at my door. If I'm not quick enough to feed them in the mornings, they jump on the screen door to the front porch with a bang!

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I'm used to the rapid drop of leaves in Colorado. Like most everything here, fall lingers...meandering it's way through October. Time...sweet time. Nothing is rushed. I seasoned a skillet yesterday morning as I listened to classical music. I drank my coffee on the porch. I read. I wrote. I listened. I prayed...

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Thank you, Lord...for your bounty.

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❤️

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“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

\n‭‭Psalms‬ ‭118:24‬ ‭ESV‬‬\n
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I drove through the misty grey morning and prayed the sky would break in time for the wedding. The bride has waited a long time for her match...I wanted it to be the perfect day for her. I waited in line with the other guests to be shuttled to the top of the hill on a flatbed trailer filled with quilt-covered hay bales. Once seated, I gazed out over the valley below. The mist rolled in under heavy, low-lying clouds. It felt like visiting the English countryside.

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Once most of the guests were seated, a single banjo picker pulled a chair up and sat...quietly picking out a few tunes. The mountains in the distance were a perfect backdrop, accentuating the simplicity of the moment. Soft voices murmured greetings. I sat with a cousin I haven't seen in quite some time. Finally, the bridal party was brought up to the field and a very brief and simple exchange of vows took place. Some rode back down the hill on the trailers pulled by farm tractors. Others walked. Nothing was rushed. It was like something out of the past...a simpler time...a simpler place.

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When we arrived at the tent, we waited for the bride and groom to appear after pictures. The pastor called for quiet and the blessing was said. Then, finally...the food was served...smoked chicken, ham, beef, pork, venison, and kielbasa. Country style green beans with ham, potato salad, deviled eggs, coleslaw, rolls, butter, sautéed mushrooms and onions, macaroni and cheese. All served at the perfect temperature to a large crowd. A string band set up. A lady tended bar. The proud father of the bride mingled.

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It didn't rain.

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And then I realized...

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The sun doesn't have to shine to be a perfect day.

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❤️

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“Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.”‭‭

\n1 Peter‬ ‭4:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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Nature nurtures me. Living at the river was one of the most beautiful seasons of my life and came at exactly the perfect time. Not two years after losing Mr. Virgo and the fiasco caring for my elderly aunt had become, the river offered me the peace and tranquility my anguished soul needed to heal. I'm grateful to my friends for that opportunity. And now, God has provided for me yet again with the opportunity to live on the family farm.
The seventy-odd acres of the farm consists mostly of hilly woods with about five acres or so of tillable land. A portion of the backside of the farm was clear cut several years ago and is now filled with brush. I didn't go back on the hill for the longest time because I couldn't stomach looking at it with my beautiful woods missing. I remember the first time I ventured back, I cried at the sight.

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Now, so many trees are falling and they are inaccessible...impossible to remove. There is one big ash tree out by the road that was killed by the emerald ash borer infestation that came through a few years ago. It has now become dangerous and needs to be cut down. I'm hoping it is within the right of way for the road and perhaps we can get the state road people to remove it. (Thank God they filled the potholes today...some of them were big enough you could lose a Buick!)

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I love the way the trees \"talk\". They creak as they sway back and forth in the wind. The leaves rustle with the slightest breeze. And, they roar with the sound of the approaching rain...several seconds before you hear the drum of raindrops on the tin roof. They turn their leaves over when a storm is impending, thanks to the storm front's approach and the rapid rise of heat from the ground.

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Now, the trees are preparing for their last hurrah...the brilliant blaze of autumn. We've had such a dry summer here, many of the leaves are just turning brown and falling off. But this weekend I am attending a family wedding in the eastern panhandle and I am sure the colors will be amazing.

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A walk through the woods. A drive in the country. A hike in the high mountains. This is the time of year where our communion with God includes nature...our ballast for keeping us steady through the long, dark months of winter. Our time to breathe in the last breaths of warmth before our world lives under a blanket of whit. Take good care you don't miss it.

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❤️

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“And God said, “Let there be lights in the vault of the sky to separate the day from the night, and let them serve as signs to mark sacred times, and days and years,”‭‭

\nGenesis‬ ‭1:14‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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In the 21 years of my second marriage, I can count on one hand the number of times I got a bouquet of fresh flowers for no reason. As a matter of fact, I can count on one finger. It happened once in all that time. I understand why. For one thing, we didn't have the money for it till the later years. For another, I was married to a man whose idea of romance was best demonstrated in his marriage proposal delivered during the commercial break of an Audie Murphy movie one Saturday afternoon.

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\"So...you wanna get married?\"

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\"I'm sorry...what?\"

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\"I'm not sayin' it twice.\"

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Ummmmm...yeah, sure. That'd be great. No, romance was not his strong suit. So, after we separated, I bought myself a beautiful bouquet of fresh cut flowers every week for five years. I was making up for lost time. Nothing extravagant...just a little bouquet picked up in the produce section of the grocery store. I don't ask for much.

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Then Mr. Virgo came along. He brought me flowers a lot. Not every week. But he would often buy me a white orchid that would bloom for weeks. And when it died, he bought me another one. He was good about that. And cards? Man...that guy could buy a card that was absolutely guaranteed to make me cry like a little girl. I mean like snotty mess cry. That's a real man right there.

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After Mr. Virgo died, I stopped getting flowers. No more sweet bouquets from the case at the grocery store. Oh, there have been a couple of suitors along the way who were kind enough to bring me a bouquet or two. Then, when I started staying out at the farm, I decided it was flower time again. All white bouquets are my favorite. I love the clean, elegance of the white blooms against the green of the foliage. It appeals to my inner Grace Kelly. It's a tiny indulgence that packs a big punch in the joy department.

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This week's bouquet was still so pretty when I left that I didn't want to leave it to die alone. I toted it with me to Columbus and up to my hotel room Wednesday night. Then, when I changed hotels yesterday morning, I totally forgot it in the room! Bummer. I hope someone gets to enjoy it. I'll get another next week.

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❤️

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““Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.”

\n‭‭Luke‬ ‭12:27‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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There is something special about sunsets. For me, they are a gift from God. A reward after a good day. A gift of comfort after a bad one, with the reassurance there is still beauty in the world. I've been getting a lot of gifts from God lately. A beautiful bouquet of white flowers, dinner with a friend, Old Mama Kitty rubbing on my legs and purring her heart out when I feed her, quiet mornings on the farm sipping my coffee and watching wild turkeys running up the road. Yesterday morning, I looked up in time to catch a bald eagle flying overhead. It was a fleeting glimpse, but I'm sure that's what it was. Such beauty in the world.

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The yard needs mowed out at the farm. The thing about West Virginia, more rain equals more grass. The neighbor down the way mows for my aunt but only once a month. By that time, the place really needs a brush hog run over it. I bought a gas powered trimmer yesterday to run around my camper and to use at the farm. There's a mower up in the barn that I'm going to check out and see if I can get running. Mowing is good exercise and it will look nicer. And, it feels good to work hard and see the results of your efforts. Hard work never hurt anybody, or so said my grandma.

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❤️

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“The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders; where morning dawns, where evening fades, you call forth songs of joy.”

\n‭‭Psalm‬ ‭65:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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After every professional football game, there comes the final analysis. The best is highlighted, the worst is evaluated. And, when you're evaluating yourself, you are your own worst critic. I'm sorry the video didn't come out. There was a lot of background noise and you can barely hear me. The talk was well received though and the people who recruited me said I was inspirational. I think an even bigger highlight than speaking was the incredible, interesting people who attended the conference. These people are changing the voice and public perception of people over 60. I met some wonderful people and networked for two full days.

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I am so glad I had this opportunity and hope to be invited again in two years when they meet in Denver. Today is a travel day as I head back to WV.

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❤️

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“A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.”‭‭

\nLuke‬ ‭6:45‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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Wardrobe provided in part by Confetti Design of Glenwood Springs, CO

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I plugged the address of my hotel into the GPS, checked my messages one last time in Wi-Fi range, took a sip of my coffee, and hit \"GO\". Mavis, my lovely electronic travel companion, immediately piped up.

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\"Follow the highlighted route.\"

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Cool, chica...road trip!

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I love to drive. The fact that I've put 42,000 miles on my truck in 23 months should be proof enough. This trip to DC brought me over Shenandoah Mountain with its myriad twists and turns and steep 9% grades. The Virginia/West Virginia border crosses at the peak with a stunning view of the Shenandoah Valley below. Purple mountains' majesty.

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Once at the bottom, on the Virginia side, there is a long straight stretch that takes you through a portion of the George Washington National Forest. The sun was just reaching the 10:00 point when I noticed the way it beamed down through the trees, sending rays of light splashing on the gun-barrel highway. I glanced behind and ahead...no one within sight. I pulled over, turned off the truck, rolled the windows down, and breathed deep the loamy wet scent of the deciduous forest floor. The morning dew dripping from leaf to leaf sounded like bacon frying far off. Bird songs echoed like the plunk of a small waterfall...lilting, melodic. Life in C Minor.

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Vivaldi's Four Seasons wafted out the sunroof to serenade the unseen creatures in the woods. A breeze stirred, it's gentle fingers brushing a tendril of my lengthening gray against my cheek...the cool air bringing a thrill on the backs of my bare arms. Autumn is nearing. Mother Nature is wearing the tired green of late summer. I closed my eyes and smiled.

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I had miles to go. In a couple of hours I would be weaving my way through the lunch hour traffic of our nation's capital. But, for this one moment, here on a deserted stretch of wooded highway, I enjoyed a quiet gathering in God's holiest of churches. I was in HIS house. And, in that moment, my life was perfect.

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❤️

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““But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.”

\n‭‭Job‬ ‭12:7-10‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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I come to the family cemetery several times a week. There is no cell service at the farm, so this is the nearest place available. I bought my mother a low stone that is much like a bench. When I am staying at the farm, I come here, visit, listen to the sounds of nature, and write my post for the next day. It's so peaceful up on this hill.

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When Mr. Virgo died, I had him buried...at his request. I would have preferred cremation so I could scatter his ashes in all our favorite places. Instead, I had the funeral director cut a lock of his hair so I could leave a few strands at the important places in my life. This is one of them. I buried some of his beautiful silver hair beside my mom's headstone so I can visit him, too.

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I'm heading east today to visit family overnight then head on to DC on Thursday for the conference I'm speaking at. I'm SO excited!

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When I think of my life on March 11th, 2013 compared to today, it boggles my mind. That was the day before Mr. Virgo died. The day before my life changed forever. The day before I lost...everything. Everything that mattered to me. That's what it felt like. Of course, I didn't really lose everything. I have wonderful friends. I have a loving family. I do meaningful work. I spread a message of love and hope and joy. My life is rich and full and beautiful. I love and am loved. A friend came to visit me for lunch yesterday and asked if I was happy. I didn't even skip a beat and said \"Yes.\" I am happy. I told my friend you don't ever get over this kind of loss. But, you do get through it. You learn how to work around that hole in your heart without falling in every single time you get too close.

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For the longest time, I felt I would be betraying Mr. Virgo if I said I was happy. I even felt guilty for FEELING happy. That is perfectly normal. Now I can feel him smiling when I feel joy. He would want this for me.
Rest in peace. Live in peace, too.

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❤️

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“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.”‭‭

\nColossians‬ ‭3:15‬ ‭NIV‬‬\n
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Yes...yes, the fleas are gone! I am victorious!!! Ok, God and the Dodson Brothers are victorious...but I did my part in the wranglin'! I went back to the farm Sunday night. I went to the bathroom and found a flea on my ankle. I called the exterminator first thing yesterday morning and said, \"I still have fleas!\"

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\"Really?\" Mr. Exterminator Dude said.

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\"Well...there was a flea on my ankle last night!\" I said, rather indignantly.

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\"Hmmmm...one flea? Could it have been a hitch hiker?\" he asked.

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I realized I was going to have to actually put the phone down and venture down to the basement to check. That place has given me the creepy crawlies ever since the Great Flea Swarm of '16!

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\"Ok...hang on, let me go check.\"

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I skipped down the steps hoping my feet wouldn't actually have to touch the floor when I got down there but levitation has never been my strong suit. I tiptoed as fast as I could to the most offending area and stood stock still, willing myself to not break and run back before any hungry critters could detect my body temperature and come hopping over for a snack.

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\"Count to ten, Ginny. For crying out loud...you're a grown woman!\"

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...2....3......4.......5! Enough already! I glanced down at my feet. Nothing! Really??? I sat on the steps and pulled my feet closer, you know, just to make sure.

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Nothing!!! I'm a Flea Conqueror!!!

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I flew back up the steps and grabbed the phone.

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\"They're gone! They're gone!!! OMGosh! I could kiss you!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!\" I was absolutely giddy with excitement. Weren't fleas one of the ten plagues in the Bible?

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\"You're welcome, ma'am.\" he chuckled. \"You check again next week and if they come back you just call me, ok?\" Mr. Exterminator Dude sounded somewhat amused. I don't know why. Doesn't everyone want to kiss their exterminator? Thank you, Lord for banishing these evil little monsters from my beloved farmhouse!!!

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❤️

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“If you refuse to let them go, I will bring locusts into your country tomorrow. They will cover the face of the ground so that it cannot be seen. They will devour what little you have left after the hail, including every tree that is growing in your fields. They will fill your houses and those of all your officials and all the Egyptians—something neither your parents nor your ancestors have ever seen from the day they settled in this land till now.’ ” Then Moses turned and left Pharaoh.”

\nExodus 10:4-6 NIV\n
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Ok...not fleas. But close!

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I am so incredibly blessed. Splitting my time between the farm and the river is perfect. The farm is so peaceful...even though the first couple of weeks has been taken up with cleaning, painting and flea wrangling. My days are so simple. I get up and feed the kitties, put on my coffee, and walk across the road to get the paper. I take my coffee to the porch, read the paper, and do the puzzles. Then it's time to do a good solid 3-4 hours work on a project involving upkeep/improvement. I break for lunch and write for the next 3-4 hours. In the evening, I make phone calls, read, and write.

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By the time the weekend rolls around, it is time to go to the river. Lazy mornings, coffee, exercise, boating or kayaking, reading, writing, socializing...it's a simple life. It will become more complicated in the winter but for now, I'm enjoying the simplicity.

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Last night was Homecoming and I met friends for a Fleetwood Mac tribute band and fireworks. Today, I have my Serve Team orientation at church. I have never officially been trained and served in a church before so I am very much looking forward to this. I love the feeling of belonging...of fitting in.

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❤️

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“God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.”

\nHebrews 6:10 NIV\n
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I went downstairs and vacuumed the basement today and took the bag out behind to barn to dispose of it. When I peeked inside, I saw NO live fleas!!! Monday will be a week since they sprayed so I'll check again then. If there is even ONE live flea, they're coming back out to spray! OMGosh! What an ordeal!

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I finished painting the living room yesterday. I need to do a little touch up then I can put it all back together and head to DC! Oh, the roof has a leak so I'll need to get up there before winter and do something about that. There's lots of work to do, without a doubt. But, it's a labor of love.

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I wish I could convey how incredibly peaceful it is out at the farm. It's wonderful!

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One of the greatest things about spending so much time in West Virginia has be connecting and reconnecting with my high school friends...most of whom still live here. West Virginia is part of who we are. You can go away, but more than likely, you'll be back.

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This is my favorite picture from Saturday night. My partner in crime...Diane. We didn't know each other in high school, but connected through Facebook. She's the funniest woman I've ever met and I adore her. We travel to the big city of Charleston to attend live concerts at Mountain Stage. We gab and solve the world's problems and laugh till we cry. She's a hoot and a half, this one!

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News from the battlefront...the exterminator was here and I'm writing this from the cemetery on Monday afternoon so you'll have to wait till tomorrow to find out if the little blood sucking vermin have been eradicated. I was up at 5:00 hauling stuff up out of the basement, getting things up off the floor, and vacuuming up fleas and eggs and larvae. I took the vacuum cleaner bag out and disposed of it behind the barn. By 6:30 I was standing in the backyard cussing up a blue streak. I had to vacate the premises for four hours so I went to the greater metropolis of Harrisville on safari. I'm on the prowl for chocolate covered peanuts and wifi!!!

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❤️

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“One who has unreliable friends soon comes to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.”

\nProverbs 18:24 NIV\n
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(...or a sister!)

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Just a quick note to let you know I arrived safely. I had to run to the next little small town to buy a long distance calling card. I can't be TOTALLY cut off from the world! I'm going to sleep till noon tomorrow! I haven't stopped running since I got to WV. It's so peaceful in this little holler. Can't wait to sit on the porch and listen to the night. Talk to you soon!

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❤️

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“The Lord gives strength to his people; the Lord blesses his people with peace.”

\nPsalm 29:11 NIV\n
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As I was driving all those long hours cross country this week, many friends messaged me to send words of encouragement. My phone has a unique feature where I can ask it to read my messages and to dictate a reply. The dictation feature insists you enunciate clearly and speak slowly. Project! Or else, you end up telling your friend she might have a you're an airy infection. Or you might just sleep in your truck so you don't have to take your cock out of the back. It can get embarrassing. Or at least very funny! Ahhh...the price you pay for safety!

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At any rate, I received a message from a second cousin twice removed and he wanted my number. He said we needed to talk. Now, all the way to St. Louis, I was planning to head south toward Tennessee to visit cousins. But the closer I got, I was being drawn to come home. As soon as I called my cousin to say I gave in to the call home, my phone rang. It was the second cousin twice removed informing me my aunt had been taken to the hospital in the afternoon. They weren't sure what was going on, but she had huge blisters on her lower legs and ankles. They drew blood for tests, started her on antibiotics and admitted her. After grabbing a few hours sleep, I went down to the hospital, took one look at her legs and said, \"Have you been out rummaging around in that black raspberry patch at the end of the road? She lit up and said, \"Oh, my! Those berries were as big as my thumb!\" I asked for a piece of paper and wrote down that I thought she had chiggers and her overactive immune response developed the blisters. Then I googled it. Nailed it! The doctor came in and seemed to agree. The thing is, you look at a meek little old lady with a rash and blisters on her ankles and berry picking is not the differential diagnosis. It helps to have a friend or family member along who knows the patient's habits and history.

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After I solved the hospital debacle, I ran errands and came back to the river. I was going boating with a friend but the boat wouldn't start so we sat on the boat anyway...all evening, and ate and visited. We still got the motion of the passing boats and we didn't waste the gas. Win-Win!

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Sleep is my new best friend!

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❤️

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“Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well.”

\n3 John 1:2 NIV\n
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Who knows? It was a l-o-n-g day yesterday. I left Wichita at 8:30am and arrived in WV at 2:00am. Safe, sound, and somewhat sane! lol
I'm sleeping till noon! ❤️

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I'm going to my 45th high school reunion soon. While the event itself wasn't my motivation to lose weight, I must say the timing is convenient. But there's one thing that's not changing and that's my hair. A lot of my friends are talking about their hair and whether they should let it go to their natural color or keep dying it. I spent a lot of years, and a lot of money, trying to cover up who I am. I won't do it anymore. God made me this way. He promised to love me when my hair is white. I'm just going to trust that and keep on being me.

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I know that's not for everyone. If coloring your hair makes you feel better about yourself, you should do that. But if you're coloring your hair out of fear, I'd invite you to do some inquiry about that. It can be really difficult to embrace that drastic of a change if you have had a full head of dark hair all your life and your natural hair color is silver. The transition is stark. Asking your hair stylist is moot. She/he isn't going to encourage you to come in less often and spend less money.

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Some of my friends say they would love to stop coloring but they're afraid their hair won't be a pretty gray. We aren't all blessed with a natural color that pleases us. For me personally, my hair was always a mousy brown that wasn't particularly shiny. My hair is fine but I have lots of it. Gray hair is a bit more coarse. I'm happier with my hair the grayer it gets. I was visiting friends last weekend. Their houseguest remarked that women would pay big bucks to get the streaks that have shown up as I 'ripen'.

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Hair style and color is a deeply personal thing. It's our way of expressing to the world how we see ourselves...how we want the world to see us. If you're happy, I'm happy. However, if you really want to stop coloring your gray and are afraid of what you might find underneath, I encourage you to be brave and walk your way through that transition with courage. You can always go back if you hate it.

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❤️

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“Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”

\nIsaiah 46:4 NIV\n
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Isn't it always the way? You dink around in the weeks leading up to a trip, sometimes actively trying to find things to do. Then the last three or four days are crazy. We had to juggle some things around this weekend in order to accommodate Big's swim meet so the place to cut corners in time was my stay in the mountains. I came back last night at nearly midnight so I was too whupped to write my usually essay. Go out and enjoy a perfect day and we'll catch up tomorrow morning, k?

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❤️

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“Early the next morning Laban kissed his grandchildren and his daughters and blessed them. Then he left and returned home.”

\nGenesis 31:55 NIV\n
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I moved to Glenwood Springs in 1986. At that time, there were two stop lights and if it took five minutes to get across town, it was a high traffic day. I-70 was being constructed through Glenwood Canyon...the last section of a highway that bisects North America from east to west. It is the most expensive stretch of interstate in the country with tunnels and flying bridges that have westbound traffic on top of the eastbound lanes. There are frequent rockfalls in the canyon, some of which close it down completely for days. John Denver protested the building of the interstate through the canyon, not only for aesthetic purposes, but also for the environmental impact. He postulated that the canyon was too narrow to accommodate a four lane highway and said he could prove it by throwing a silver dollar from one bank to the other. Legend has it, it took him several tries but he finally achieved the feat. To no avail, however. Nothing impedes the progress of an interstate.

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I moved here with Hubby #2 and my oldest daughter when he finished residency and she was heading into seventh grade. It was a sleepy little town...the kind of town where you just sign your receipt at the grocery store if you forget your checkbook with a promise to come back and pay the next time you're in town. I once brought a Suburban home for the weekend for approval simply because they knew where we lived.

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It was an idyllic life. We lived in a log house on two acres. I could get from my kitchen to the top of the ski lift in less than thirty minutes. I did my housewife duties in the morning, skied all afternoon and got back in time to pull fresh cookies out of the oven when my daughter got off the bus from school. We literally knew everyone in town. Then the interstate was completed and there was a huge influx of new people moving in and our sleepy little town woke up.

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We held a pretty high profile in the community with my husband being a doctor and me being active on committees and the school. Four years after moving here, baby number two came and my life took off in an entirely new direction. With a teenager and a new baby, my finger was in a lot of pies.

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Ten years went by with a lot of struggles with depression and health concerns. Then, the unthinkable happened and this couple that everyone thought was perfect...wasn't. And we went our separate ways. I had a strange perception of my position in the community after that. My station had changed and as will happen in any breakup, people chose sides. It's a normal but unfortunate process. I held my own though. I owned a business in town for a few years and co-parented my youngest. Her sister married and moved away. And eventually, I met and married Mr. Virgo.

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Now I come back whenever I can...to visit my brother, to visit my second parents, my brother/friend and all these wonderful faces I still recognize. Wednesday night in the summer features live music in the park and it is THE place to see and be seen. Many of these beautiful people I go years without seeing and it is so great to catch up. So, I sat last night as the sun went down on another perfect Rocky Mountain summer day and I soaked it all in. Because, in five days, I'll be driving east and my summer here will be complete. Bittersweet but with so much love.

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❤️

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“Remember how the Lord your God led you all the way in the wilderness these forty years, to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart, whether or not you would keep his commands.”

\nDeuteronomy 8:2 NIV\n
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Good morning, Ranchers. I want you to meet Jackie, a \"Rancher\" from Wichita. Jackie has been following Marshmallow Ranch since before Mr. Virgo died. She can't quite remember how she found me but she thinks it was one of my ads I used when I was first making jewelry. For those of you who are new and may not know, I started this page as a way to promote my art studio (called Marshmallow Ranch) and the jewelry I made out of antique silverware and maps. She liked the necklaces because they were unique so she hit \"like\" and started reading my posts.

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Jackie clearly remembers the day I came on here and announced to you all that my husband had died. She remembers going to her husband and telling him what had happened. She felt a little maternal instinct kick in as she followed my progress. Jackie interacts on my blog a lot and I always look forward to hearing what she has to say. Her husband is a pastor and she always has something encouraging for me.

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A couple of weeks ago, Jackie sent me a private message to say her wonderful son-in-law had died in a tragic accident while hiking one of Colorado's fourteeners. You were so wonderful to send prayers when I asked for them and she wants to thank you for the love and support. Her family lives here in Colorado so she is here for the funeral and to help with the family. We thought I might drive through Wichita and visit when I was coming cross country this summer but I went a different route. We couldn't be this close without finally meeting in person.

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I drove down to the south side of Denver yesterday and met Jackie at Mimi's Cafe for a late lunch. I knew her right away when she walked in, of course. There are so many of you I would recognize from your profile pictures because we've interacted for so long. I felt I was truly meeting a friend. Jackie's been here for it all...the uncontrollable tears, the journey into the wilderness, the attempts at \"dating\", the campfires and tutus and cowboy boots. Every morning, she and her husband go sit in the rockers in front of the giant picture window where they birdwatch. He pulls out his phone to tell her what the weather is going to be. She pulls hers out, looks at a different app and corrects him. He reads off the news headlines. She pulls up Facebook, opens my blog, and asks him, \"You want to hear what's up with Marshmallow today?\" He does, of course. Then she proceeds to read my post to him.

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I listened to Jackie talking and thought to myself...\"This is why I do this. This is why I write...day after day after day. So people like Jackie can read to their beloved. So she can take what I've experienced and apply it to her life to help her daughter through her grief. To better prepare herself should the unthinkable occur and she is faced with her own grief walk. This. This is why I write.\"

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Thank you, Jackie. It was an absolute delight meeting you! I'm so humbled.

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❤️

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“Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.”

\n1 Thessalonians 5:11 NIV\n
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I spent the day with Big yesterday. There's something magical when you break through the barriers of a twelve-year-old who is entirely too cool for you. She's not into tent camping. I'll be lucky to get her out in TOW-Wanda next time I bring her. A tent would push her over the edge. Her mommy was the same way. If she couldn't plug in her curling iron, she wasn't interested. Then she went off to college and did a ten day rafting trip down the Colorado River and about blew my mind.

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Since I'm taking Little camping next week, I told Big we would have a special day this weekend and do whatever she wanted. She chose to visit the Denver Aquarium. Then we went to lunch at PF Chang's and sat out on the deck overlooking the mountains. After lunch, we went to Park Meadows mall. It's the biggest mall in the Denver Metro area and we got quite a workout. We had to take a break for ice cream, of course. We did back-to-school shopping. OMGosh! I totally forgot how much fun shopping with a pre-teen girl is!

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Big was at swim practice at 8:00 yesterday morning so between that and shopping and full tummies, we were pooped by 4:00 in the afternoon so we headed home. She was asleep before we hit the interstate. When we got home, there was the obligatory fashion show for her mom. Then...she melted my heart. She came and sat in my lap and cuddled for a while. So sweet. So appreciative. So grown up yet still a little girl. It was a precious, precious moment I will always cherish because they grow way too fast, don't they?

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❤️

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“Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him.”

\nPsalm 127:3 NIV\n
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I just received the schedule for the International Conference on Positive Aging! I'm speaking in the very last session of the conference. I'm hoping they saved the best for last! lol I'm also hoping people aren't totally burned out and taking a nap by that time. I have a friend whose career takes him to conference after conference and he says this is a good position so I'll take him at his word.

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I've been reading the bios and descriptions of the presentations at this conference. We are still six weeks away...if you have the opportunity to attend this, I would encourage you to do so. There are some pretty impressive speakers at this conference and lots of interesting subjects. I'm allowed to attend all of the sessions so I'm studying which ones I want to hear. I'm telling you...I'm pretty darned excited!

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Please keep my older daughter in your prayers this morning as she has laser surgery for vision correction. Skilled and steady hands, calm and peaceful patient. She and her husband celebrate their 21st wedding anniversary today as well. Where did the time go?

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❤️

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“Now go; I will help you speak and will teach you what to say.””

\nExodus 4:12 NIV\n
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She was a little towheaded tomboy but she loved a twirly dress and shiny party shoes with buckles. She loved her Hobby Hobby doll. She said mazagine and cackeltator. She \"put on a show\" to anyone who would stand still long enough, dragging her step stool out for a stage. She learned to be tough because we didn't have time nor money for foolishness. She never broke a bone on my watch but boy when she did, she was steel. She flew alone from the age of four to go see her Dad across the country. I think about that now and can't believe I let her go. It was a different world back then.

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I taught her to drive a stick shift when I was nine months pregnant with her sister....and we all lived to tell the tale. I saw her through homecomings and proms and college and her wedding. She gave me two beautiful granddaughters. There were things I wish I had done better, but she has turned into the strongest woman I know. A good woman. A hard worker. A good wife and mother. The kind of woman you want for a friend because she'll hold up the mirror and slap you and show you who you are so you can grow. She is direct and maybe sometimes a bit too blunt. I love her with the white hot heat of the sun, my sunshine girl. I am so, so proud of her.

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Happy Birthday, my sweet girl!

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❤️

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“I have not stopped giving thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers.”

\nEphesians 1:16 NIV\n
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OMGosh, you guys...I'm so excited! I'm so close to having my book proposal done I can almost taste it!!! Last night, I sat down with my son-in-law's parents and read the first nine chapters to them. They loved it. Ok...they love me and that's kinda like your mom telling you you're pretty. She kinda HAS to, ya know? But, I really believe they loved it! And they know my story. They could tell me where to clarify, where to stick this or that story or tidbit of information in. It was the very first time I have ever let any of my family into my book world. Wow!!! It made it REAL!

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This is like giving birth after a 63 year gestation. It is truly a labor of love and now I'm getting really excited!

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❤️

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“There, in the presence of the Lord your God, you and your families shall eat and shall rejoice in everything you have put your hand to, because the Lord your God has blessed you.”

\nDeuteronomy 12:7 NIV\n
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I quickly texted my nephew and arranged to meet him for dinner. This is my sweet boy that I grabbed from his mama and set off for the store the moment I got my hands on him. This is the boy with the big eyes and the red corduroy blankie that greeted me the morning his baby sister was being born and we hardly knew each other. This is the little guy I slid down hills with on cardboard. The one who honored me with a speaking part in his Bar Mitzvot. The one who hugged me in front of his friends when he graduated high school. The one who still calls me Aunt Ginny. I didn't get to go to his college graduation, but I knew we would catch up when I got here. And, in keeping with my new rules, we have experiences instead of giving stuff. So, last night we sat for three hours over dinner and talked...as adults. It was really our first time to do that.

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I'm so proud of this young man. He has a big heart. He has a lot on the ball. He starts his first postgraduate job in August but first he and a buddy are touring the Philippines and Vietnam. What a wonderful opportunity.

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After I caught up on what's been going on in his life, he asked about mine. He knew about the New York Times article and getting an agent but there were plenty of blanks to fill in. Then he asked me about the book I'm writing. I told him the story and his jaw dropped. That's when I realized...he was only six years old when I overdosed and nearly died. He hadn't known any of that had happened. Since he's an adult now, and will be reading it some day, I shared the whole story. Love his heart. He's such a compassionate young man. When I was done he asked if he could tell me he's proud of me. That meant more to me than just about anything.

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I couldn't talk him into dessert. We left it at salad and a beer. But we gained a closeness last night that no amount of money could buy. And I am so, so proud of my A-Man!

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Looking back over the past 16 years with someone you love who was totally unaware of what happened, made me realize those little words on the passenger side mirror are really true. Objects really are closer than they appear.

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❤️

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“If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”

\n1 Corinthians 13:2 NIV\n
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Beginning to see some definition in my abs. Arms are much smaller and my legs are getting toned from stairs and bike. Don't know my weight loss at this point because I don't have access to a scale and I'd rather compare to my scale at home anyway. Feeling SO much better after that little bout of altitude sickness. I didn't acclimate at all once I arrived and then I exercised the first day. With that and the heat, it was a bad combo. Lesson learned!!!

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I love my birthdays! Mr. Virgo always made it a special day for me so I like to carry on that tradition. It's the least thing I can do, right? ?

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I got a late start out of Bristol yesterday. Just after I left I-81 and got on I-40 west, I get one of my God messages.

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\"Check the air in your tires.\"

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\"Nah...they checked it recently when I got the new ties on the camper.\"

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\"Check the air in you tires.\"

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\"Seriously, it hasn't been that long ago. I looked at them. They looked fine. The pressure light isn't on. They're fine. Really. Trust me.\"

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\"Check the air in your tires!\"

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\"Awwww, c'mon! I'm running late!!!\"

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\"CHECK THE AIR IN YOUR TIRES...NOW!!!\"

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\"Fine! Fine! I'll check the air in my tires!!!\"

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There was a rest area one mile ahead so I pulled in. I got out my tire gauge and checked the air. Front, left...35psi. Front, right...35psi. Rear, right...35psi. Rear, left...>100psi! What?!?! That couldn't be possible. The tire would blow if it was that high. I tested them again. Same thing. I let them cool off a bit, tested them again, and STILL got greater than 100psi. I googled Walmart Tire Center and found one less than ten miles away. I went in and asked if they could check my tire pressure.

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35...35...35.......35!!!! Crazy! I asked the guy if he was sure. He said yes and showed me. Then he said, \"Whoa...wait a second. What's this?\" He shined a light on the tire and there was a two inch split right between the tread. It was on a part of the tire I couldn't see when I initially checked my air pressure. I never would have known if that one tire hadn't given such a weird reading.

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God looks out for us in all things. He can direct our feet to save us from calamity. I am so blessed I listened yesterday and I checked my tires! I get to have another birthday today!!!

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??❤️??

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“For through wisdom your days will be many, and years will be added to your life.”

\nProverbs 9:11 NIV\n
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A bridge connects two inaccessible points and provides a means for crossing safely over from Point A to Point B. The bridge in this photo carries a portion of the Virginia Creeper Trail where it crosses South Holston Lake in East Tennessee. Imagine how glorious the views are up there!

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We cross a lot of bridges as we pass through the various phases of life. We are never more aware of these than when we are inching ever closer to the final one. I am in East Tennessee visiting my sweet cousin. I have several cousins and I love them all. I was very close to this particular cousin growing up because I had a huge \"little girl crush\" on him when he came home from the Navy. And.....this particular cousin has a terminal illness. We've known for some time. He's having chemo...and, even though it kicks his butt, it has bought him time and given him a better quality of life. For that I am eternally grateful.

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Yesterday we went out boating on the lake. The day was exquisite...absolutely exquisite. I am honored to be with them, especially now. Now we are becoming slightly more aware there are actually numbers on the days. His wife is being so generous with sharing my cousin with me. I don't take that lightly. They are on a bridge right now. There is a certain uncertainty to this whole situation. We know what's coming...kinda. This is walking grief. The kind you get to visit in the long, dark hours before dawn. It's very raw. And it's very real.

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I can't imagine being in their shoes. I am so touched to witness this sweet life-long love they so freely shower on each other. I am honored to bear witness to a life well-lived.

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❤️???❤️

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“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.””

\nJoshua 1:9 NIV\n
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Everyone should have a place they can go to for solace. A place where they can find peace. While I find my love with my family, I find my peace on this river. There isn't a bad moment here. It's alive...a flowing mass of energy that strengthens me and soothes my spirit. This river makes my heart sing. My friend Paul finds his spirit on the shores of Lake Superior where he is gathering his soul up even as we speak. My sister/friend has the beach while my brother/friend has the jungles of Costa Rica. These places act like lightning rods in reverse. The energy comes from the earth itself and flows up and through us and restores something within.

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I can find this energy in the mountains of Colorado. I've found it on the beaches of Mexico, rafting in the sea caves of Hawaii, and flying into the sunrise over the North Atlantic. But there's no place where I feel it stronger than on this river. I'll miss it this summer but I'll have an even greater source of energy soon. I'll have my girls!!!

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❤️

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“He built his sanctuary like the heights, like the earth that he established forever.”

\nPsalm 78:69 NIV\n
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I've never had just one \"home\". I leave pieces of my heart wherever those I love reside. Even after living in Colorado for 40 years, \"home\" was always West Virginia. Yet, \"home\" is with my children and grandchildren and my brother and friends in Colorado, as well. When I visit my cousins in Tennessee and Pendleton County, I sleep soundly under their roof as I am \"home\". It's the same at Patti's in California and Jamie's in Cincinnati and Cindy's in Troy and Greg's in New Castle. \"Home\" is also with my best friend.

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\"Home\" is wherever I park TOW-Wanda. I've been \"home\" in the wilderness of Colorado and on a bluff overlooking the Ohio River. I've been \"home\" overlooking the Atlantic in Myrtle Beach. I'm just as much at \"home\" in one place as I am another once I get there. I guess I learned this early on as a new military bride living overseas. I learned to make the people I love my \"home\".

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I yearn for a \"home\" that I'm afraid isn't mine to have. An island in this vast sea of humanity. A place to rest my head that offers me the same love and security that I offer in return. I've had that kind of \"home\" with Mr. Virgo. I want that kind of \"home\" again...but this time I want it on my own terms. I want \"home\"...AND I want my freedom. I want that touchstone AND I need my own place. It's a dichotomy. A conundrum. One that could be difficult to find....but not impossible. Maybe.

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I am grateful for my many \"homes\". I am grateful for the many people who welcome me in their lives and love every little bit of my quirky self. But, I don't know if I'll ever be completely \"home\" in any one place with any one person. Not right now anyway.

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❤️

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“By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established; through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.”

\nProverbs 24:3-4 NIV\n
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When the air is very still and there is no boat traffic, the surface of this river is like glass. It's such a magical place. To quote a friend's daughter on his retired lifestyle, \"I could be as Zen as **** if I didn't have to work!\" It's true. This has been such an amazing time for me and I am honored to have this opportunity to live and play and write here.

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A friend of mine is camping near me this weekend. That has been a treat to sit around and talk till dark, feeling the heat of the day turn the corner towards twilight. I love watching the river traffic. Besides the usual barges, there are plenty of pleasure craft flying up and down.

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I left the AC on in the camper while I was out talking last night. I came back to get yogurt and strawberries for dessert and it was so cold in here you could have hung meat! I turned it off and opened the windows then it was delightful. I just don't like the noise of a fan anymore.

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Funny, my mom weighed heavy on my mind yesterday. I kept envisioning her in her chair in the corner, working on her beloved genealogy. This is about the time of year when I brought the kids home for a visit. And it was always so humid and hot. Exercise must be accomplished early now. I don't tolerate heat like I used to. It's weird the things that change as you...ripen!

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❤️

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“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”

\n1 Corinthians 13:12 NIV\n
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I've been working with a trainer the last two months. We exercise together four or five times a week. Anyone who exercises knows it's a whole lot easier when you're with someone. There's not only the accountability factor, but the motivation and encouraging comments that come with having an exercise partner is priceless.

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It's important when you exercise to stay in breath so you are aerobic...your muscles getting the oxygen they need. One way of assuring that is to carry on a conversation. If you can't talk more than a few words with all the huffing and puffing, you should really slow down the pace a little. Imagine my delight when I can exercise AND carry on a conversation. It helped make the activity much more pleasant.

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And now my trainer, who has become my good friend, is moving on to his next adventure. I am so happy for him, but selfishly I will miss his encouraging words and fun conversation. He has taught me many things. I'm not invisible. Everything we do in life should come from a place of love...for others, for ourselves, for the planet, and for God. Our bodies are machines that need the proper fuel in order to function properly. And, I'm probably not drinking enough water.

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Now comes the hard part. Now I have to stay motivated to get out there and keep exercising at the same level of intensity. I can do this but it will be an adjustment. I hate goodbyes so I'll just say \"See ya later, my friend. Thanks for believing I could make the changes I needed to get healthy.\"

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❤️

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“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.”

\nNumbers 6:24-26 NIV\n
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Fitness isn't all about the sweat. It isn't all about the food. It isn't all about meditation and centering prayer. Sometimes it's about rewarding your little piggies for carrying you around for nearly 63 years. I don't splurge on clothes anymore. I don't color my hair. I don't have acrylic nails. I don't get facials. I don't get massages, although I miss those tremendously.

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I do get a pedi every other month or so...usually only in the summer during sandal season. If you get them at a beauty academy, you could get a whole summer's worth for a hundred bucks. If that's a strain on your budget, a do it yourself mini spa treatment at home is quite doable. When my toes are pink, I feel like a million bucks!

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And speaking of being real, don't you get a little tired of seeing those ads and commercials with the teeny tiny models exercising? I mean, really...real women have curves. We have a little jiggle, even when we're fit. If we have given life to little human beings, that process changed our bodies, as well as our lives, forever. I have stretch marks and surgical scars and wrinkles and folds. I'm real. This video has been around before but I stumbled upon it again and wanted to share it with you today. Don't stop. Keep moving 'cause when you stop is when you get old and that's the beginning of the end.

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Positive aging. DO that!

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You GO Girl!

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❤️

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“A peaceful heart leads to a healthy body; jealousy is like cancer in the bones.” Proverbs 14:30 NLT

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So, I only told you the first half of the story of running into my old friend, Pastor Jim, at the Kroger store a couple weeks ago. I told you I was wandering the aisles when he popped into my mind...a face and name I hadn't seen nor heard of in almost 45 years. Then, when I went into the mysteriously short checkout line...there he was!

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Well, we vowed to not lose touch. I gave him my business card and told him to look me up on Facebook. Later in the evening, Jim sent me a text with his cell number and asked me to contact him. I called and after catching me up on his life, I dove into my story. I ended with Marshmallow Ranch and how God put it on my heart a year ago to write scripture at the bottom of each post. I told him I pray over my keyboard, asking God to bring me the words He wants me to say, the people who need the message, and to please make my writing lucrative. Jim preached to me for a little bit about Matthew 7:7 and about ASK, SEEK, and KNOCK being active words. We need to do all three. I felt something open in my heart...a window? A door? Whatever it was, love, power, and understanding rushed in.

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This is the part I didn't tell you. Our conversation ended pretty shortly after Jim's impromptu mini-sermon and I set about praying. I said my usual prayer. I ASKED. But, then I SOUGHT. I looked for God to tell me how I could better serve him. What did he need from me to make this happen? And, I knocked on the door to His heart so He could open it up and shower me with His blessings. I spent about thirty minutes in prayer. Then...

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My phone \"dinged\", signaling there was a message...sent through Marshmallow Ranch.

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\"Hi! My name is Italia...\"

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My soon-to-be agent was texting me, introducing herself. Wow! The timing was not lost on me. It couldn't have been any more glaringly obvious who orchestrated this.

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God is good...all the time!

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❤️

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“The Lord bless thee, and keep thee: The Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee: The Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.”

\nNumbers 6:24-26 KJV\n
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This is a wonderful day. I've never seen this one before. ~ Maya Angelou

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I can't remember my last difficult day. I no longer pontificate each sadness that washes over me. I haven't had a \"bad night\" in a few months. I don't hold my breath as much anymore. My tongue is no longer pressed to the back of my teeth in an effort to keep from screaming. My tears are sweet reminders of a precious love instead of gut wrenching sobs of relentless sorrow. There is measurable, palpable relief oozing from my soul.

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Thinking back over the last three years, I vacillated between thinking I would never, ever get past this to seeing far off glimpses of light at the end of the tunnel. There's no finite \"end\" to grief. It is my lot in life. It is what I live with. But it no longer defines me. There was a time in the not so distant past that I led off many new introductions with, \"My name is Ginny. I'm a widow.\" As if it were some sort of 12 Step program and I was stuck on the first one. Grief was my primary language. I remember those days. I remember how painful they were...how confused, frustrated, and flat out angry it made me.

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Each day is a beautiful gift. Each experience is an opportunity to stretch beyond who I was yesterday toward who I'll be tomorrow. Each morning is a time of great anticipation and each night brings a moment of quiet reflection and sincere gratitude. And in the middle is \"now\". These are the days after death row. The sentence has been commuted. These are the days I wanted to know in my heart were coming, but wouldn't have believed were possible.

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These are wonderful days. I've never seen them before.

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❤️

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“This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.”

\nPsalms 118:24 KJV\n
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***Oooooooh...tomorrow's Monday. Something BIG is coming Monday. That's tomorrow, by the way. Be sure you come back and read tomorrow's post.***

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Getting fit isn't just physical. Getting fit is a whole life experience. You can work every muscle in your body till you're hard as steel but if your mind is mired in chaos, you're not even half way there. If you feel right with God, but you're going to bed every night with your two favorite men...Ben & Jerry...you're missing the boat. I like to imagine the areas of my life individually as objects...say, apples. They each need a good washing. They will be so much more appealing if they're given a good polishing. And they each offer the same nourishment. One isn't more important than the other. They are apples.

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My goal every day is to balance my apples...one on top of the other. One for my body, one for my mind, one for my spirit. That may not be easy. They're round, after all. It helps if I create a flat surface as a base to stand them on.
I trim the top and bottom of my apples every day.

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For my body, I do something to get my heart rate up everyday. I move my muscles and stretch. I feed it with clean, healthy food. I drink tons of water. I sleep well. I care for my body with love.

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For my mind, I meditate every morning. I challenge it with new words, good conversation, clean input, and continual learning. I don't watch TV. I listen to music as often as possible. I laugh at every opportunity. I give my mind goals and when I achieve them, I give it new ones. I look forward. I look upward. I care for my mind with love.

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For my spirit, I pray every day. All day. I try to make my every thought a prayer in that I put it through my God-filter. Are my thoughts true? Are they loving? Are they helpful? Are they uplifting? Are my words spoken with love and light? In my dealings with people, have I looked for God in them? Is my motive to lift them up? Is my life a reflection of my spirit? I spend a great deal of my day in gratitude and praise. And when I fail, I forgive myself as I have been forgiven. I care for my spirit with love.

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Once I have everything balanced, my life is like a lightning rod. The energy of the Universe travels right down from top to bottom, grounding me to my Earth Mother....filling her and radiating God's Love through every molecule.
You cannot ignore one spoke in the wheel without going off the rails. Strive to achieve balance every day. Be grateful at night for another day in which to make the attempt. And rise to meet the new day with anticipation. It won't be long till you transform your life with joy.

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❤️

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“My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the Lord.”

\nPsalms 104:34 KJV\n
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I have the best friends. Each one holds a very special place in my heart. They make me laugh. They let me cry. They celebrate me and encourage me to be my best. They kick me in the butt when I need it. They lift me up. They love me. I'm not half as good to them as they are to me but I try hard.
I've met some of the coolest people in the last couple of weeks. Have you ever met someone and you knew in five minutes you were going to be lifelong friends? Have you ever felt like you've known them forever? That's the way it is with this group. Our energies are very compatible. I had a weekend filled with belly laughs, good food, exercise, and love. What more could a body want?

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I have a busy week coming up. I'm meeting my dear friend, Janine Pettit and one of her friends for a two night stay over. We're doing some recon work for a girl camper weekend in May. We're going to record a couple podcasts and brainstorm a bit about some projects I'm working on. There will be lots of laughter, I can guarantee. The only thing is, I have no idea how the cell reception or Wi-Fi is where we're going so posts may become spotty in the next few days. After my meeting with Janine, I'll be visiting with family till early next week. I can't wait to post pictures of Spring in the Appalachians!

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❤️

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“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.”

\nPsalm 119:105 NIV\n
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I have the luxury, at least for the time being, of sitting down with my coffee every morning and reading your responses to my posts. There have become a number of familiar names who respond regularly. I haven't met the vast majority of you. I don't know all of your stories though I am honored when you share your hearts with me, as I share mine with you.

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I feel a sort of kinship to you, although my crotchety old aunt refers to you as my \"pretend friends\". We are made sisters by the shared experiences of grief, of divorce, of motherhood. We are the family of woman, sharing bits and pieces of our lives as we walk each other home.

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As I contemplated this yesterday, coffee in hand, my cell phone alerted me. I had a message from my friend, \"Hattie\". She told me she's been thinking about me a lot lately she considers me her very \"specialist\" old friend. It was attached to a link to Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers' song \"You Can't Make Old Friends\".

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I told her to hang on, I'd go watch. She watched it again as I did. My heart swelled and tears spilled down my cheeks. You see, \"Hattie\" isn't JUST my friend. She is my nonbiological sister. She is my soul partner.

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I met \"Hattie\" in Sophomore Choir. She sat in front of me that first day and had a dress on made from the same fabric as mine. A white background with mod hot pink daisies with neon yellow centers. I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to look at me. I pointed to my dress, she looked down at hers. And we laughed and laughed. \"Hattie\" was everything I wanted to be. Petite, long blonde hair, tan, fit, and a voice that belted out any tune she tried. She could play the piano which made me green with envy. But, what drew me to her the most was that personality. \"Hattie\" brought sunshine with her to every room. She walked with a determined stride. This girl had purpose and I instantly loved her.

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As graduation often does, we moved in different directions in life...she eventually to the South, me way out West. \"Hattie\" was my mother's \"other daughter\" and they remained close, even vacationing together. We always stayed close but there were stretches of time we didn't actually talk. But, we always knew the other was there...with truth, love, and laughter.

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As I watched this video, knowing my oldest, dearest, most special-est friend had sent it to me and was watching it with me, my heart reached across the miles and held hers...with a fierce love only old friends can elicit. I pray you have one such old friend in your life. I cannot bear the thought of standing here without her. Instead, I will love on her every chance I get. I will tell her over and over how important she has been in my life. How important she IS in my life because...you truly can't make old friends.

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❤

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“My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.”

\nJohn 15:12-13 NIV\n
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I mentioned in yesterday's post that I regretted some of my spending choices in the first year or so after Mr. Virgo died. I look back and wonder what on earth I was thinking. I was warned. I was also in a near emotional coma so maybe I can't be blamed entirely, even though I am completely responsible. I didn't take exorbitant trips. I didn't fly to Europe or anything. But, there was still quite a lot of frivolous spending in an effort to escape my pain and loneliness.

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Do I regret the sale of my house? Maybe a little but only because the mortgage was fairly reasonable. If I would have rented it out, the rent would have paid the mortgage payment with plenty left over to build up a home repair fund while supplying me with at least some gas money. That's the downside...the regret. The upside is, I'm not in huge debt. That affordable mortgage wouldn't have been paid off till I am 90 years old! I may never have been free. The house was 13 years old and starting to need work...a lot of work. Big ticket items like new appliances, paint inside and out, and new flooring were screaming to be done. The utilities were sometimes $400-500 a month between heating costs in the winter and summer irrigation. All in all, I really just miss my neighbors, my covered front porch and my gorgeous flower beds...even though it was getting increasingly expensive and exhausting to maintain those, as well.

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Do I regret the drastic downsizing I did to squeeze myself into less than 200 square feet of living space? It has been two years now since I made the decision to sell out and downsize so I've created the following list.

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Stuff I Regret Getting Rid Of:

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Yeah, I'm trying to think and I got nothin'. I don't need half of what I DID keep so I still have purging to do. I'm lighter and more flexible now that I don't have to provide a huge storage shed called a house. I don't spend time cleaning and dusting. I don't have to stay in one place just because it's a king-sized pain in the butt to pack and move. And, I could have bought all that stuff three times over with what I've paid in the past to have it moved professionally. I miss the warm feeling it gave me to sit in my museum and see and touch all my lovelies, but just the feeling...not the stuff. I kept the items that were dearest to me. The second level attachments went to family where I can either ask for them back someday or at least see them when I visit. The third level attachments went to friends who loved them as I did. After that, it was all just stuff. This gives me peace and joy and a huge sense of relief.

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I know this life is not for everyone. We all have a different level of attachment and love for our treasures. There is a sense of pride in home ownership and in having worked hard for the items that furnish it. The bottom line is this...you must do what you are comfortable with. I'm still looking at a more permanent tiny home as a base camp near family and possibly downsizing to a smaller camper for my adventures. I find I am less inclined to hook up this monstrosity I live in and haul it somewhere for just a weekend. That's not really camping anyway. That's more like moving your house and changing neighbors. I long for the spontaneous trips to the mountains that I made in my little 16' camper.

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I'm still a work in progress. I'm feeling my way through the darkness into the light. I'm getting there...I'm definitely getting there. It feels good to me to do it with less weight.

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❤️

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“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.”

\n1 Corinthians 10:31 NIV\n
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I've been trying to remember my last Valentine's Day with Mr. Virgo. By the calendar, I see it was a Thursday. I must have been at home working in my studio because my activity log on FB shows me doing a lot of networking. Marshmallow Ranch was a business page at the time. I was exchanging info with other \"makers\" to reach more people. I'm sure I spent a good deal of time online that day. I probably made a lovely dinner for my sweetheart. I do remember him coming in with flowers (an orchid, maybe?) and a little heart shaped cake. I know he gave me the sweetest Valentine's card.

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I had no way of knowing this would be the last one. He was gone 26 days later.

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This will be my 3rd Valentine's Day without Mr. Virgo. Third...thirteenth...thirtieth. What difference does it make? Gone is gone. When two become one, it opens a hole in your heart, in your life...in the world. I know many to whom it is just a day on the calendar...in this case, Sunday. I know some who still can't breathe. I have survived the first year when it felt like my brain was wrapped in gauze. I have survived the second year when my brain sizzled and burned...like a pat of butter in a too-hot pan. And now the third. The third is different. I've adjusted to being alone...for the most part. I no longer think about him every moment of every day, yet he lives in my heart. I no longer feel the sting of tears when I see his picture. I haven't cried myself to sleep in a long time...yet, when I stumble upon some tangible evidence of his presence in my life, it still accentuates his absence.

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I was filling out a form online yesterday. When I came to the box for \"marital\" status, my choices were \"single\", \"married\", or \"divorced\". Something like that used to trip me up in the past. I can still call myself Mrs. even though Social Security says I am no longer \"married\". Yet, I'm not single. I'm on my own. It made me think about the passages we go through in life. When we marry, two become one in many ways. We move over in the framework of our lives to fit another in beside us. If we aren't careful, we get smaller so that, if we lose the one we love, it feels as though we have had half of us amputated. And in time, slowly...ever so slowly, we become more \"whole\". Not the same as before. No...not nearly the same as before.

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I don't feel like half a person, most of the time now. There's just this hole in my heart, and in my life, and in the world. I used to fill that hole with shopping, eating, busyness... Now I cram it full of stories, and pictures, and music, and lots and lots of love. I fill it with big hugs that I give away like candy. I fill it with time spent with special people. I fill it with as much fun as I can muster. I fill it with raucous laughter. I fill it with my writing. Each word I write places another stitch in the gaping wound of my heart. The hemorrhaging has been stemmed and smaller stitches have been placed. Things are healing. I promptly address little leaks here and there. And now I am trying my hand at some decorative embroidery. I'm creating a stronger heart...a kinder heart...a gentler heart from the wounded one.

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I am becoming one.

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❤️

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“Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God.”

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Life was never, ever boring when Mr. Virgo was around. He had the most amazing stories and we always had something to talk about. He'd start off a story and ask if he'd told me that one or not. I always answered, \"I don't know, babe. But tell it to me again!\" I could listen to his stories over and over and over.

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As I was gazing out at the falling snow the last couple of days, I was feeling cooped up. Cabin fever is setting in...big time! I did go out last night to visit a friend. We cooked my famous spaghetti sauce and then watched American Idol. I got home around midnight after creeping along the icy roads. School is closed again today. It gives me time to think about Mr. Virgo's stories.

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He worked at Disney for a few years. He worked in Five Star Hotels all around the world. He served dignitaries and celebrities. He served in Vietnam. His stories were funny and poignant and sometimes terrifying. I'm so grateful he shared all his stories with me. They comfort me when I have cabin fever. And they bring him closer to my heart. I look to God for comfort in the lonely times.

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❤️

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“I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done. I spread out my hands to you; I thirst for you like a parched land.”

\nPsalm 143:5-6 NIV\n
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Such possibilities! Another week...a fresh start...our own little mini do-over we are gifted with 52 times a year. What new thing will you tackle this week? What masterpiece will you create? Will it raise the world and those occupying it to a higher level? Will you build up or tear down?

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I'm an instant gratification kind of gal. I want to see the results of my labor in a timely fashion. That doesn't always happen. Sometime the things we pour our hearts into never see the light of day. A labor of love can be as grand as a person's life work or it can be as small as a fine orchid on a windowsill. But, no matter how invisible your accomplishment appears, there are always at least two people who know it exists...you and God.

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These masterpieces can remain buried till years after the creator has passed. Artists often only become renowned posthumously. What a lovely thing it is when a treasure built with love and hard work is recognized in the person's lifetime. To witness the joy your work brings to the world is the rich reward every maker deserves. I recently stumbled upon a video that bears witness to just such an event and I was charmed.

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Sir Anthony Hopkins is the well known actor most famous for the heinous role of Hannibal Leckter in Silence of the Lambs. One has difficulty looking at him without thinking of fava beans and Chianti. Mr. Virgo served Sir Anthony and his wife on numerous occasions at the Hotel Jerome in Aspen. He said he was a very kind and unassuming man. Gracious to a fault.

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I had no idea this man of many faces was also a composer. I have attached a lovely video to enjoy with your morning coffee today. It shows Sir Anthony hearing the waltz he composed 50 years ago for the first time. It is quite beautiful...both the music and the reaction of the man who wrote it. Enjoy...and remember, create your best masterpiece with your day. Someday you might be given the gift of seeing the joy it brings others...but, you will surely be given the gift of knowing God sees.

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CLICK HERE

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“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.”

\nPsalm 51:10-12 NIV\n
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Last night was \"Pub Church\". There is an increasing interest in alternatives to the traditional churches of today. Many have become disenchanted with formal churches and the strong religious rhetoric involved yet they still yearn for a connection of faith. I know from personal experience how the preaching of \"hellfire and brimstone\" sent me fleeing the church at the tender age of seven. We are a diverse group. For some, this is their only exposure to religion. But for most, myself included, it is an adjunct to regular church attendance and offers a more informal venue for discussion and debate.

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Our topic last night was evangelism and how do you do that without turning people off entirely. We came back to the acronym...WWJD. Jesus beckoned others to follow Him. He didn't condemn them. He didn't hand people a laundry list of accusations delineating their sins. He loved them. He invited others to join Him and live a Godly life. He taught them. He showered his Grace upon them. We can evangelize without shoving it down the throats of others. We can live exemplary lives. We can emulate Christ's love in the world and get a lot further, I think.

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It was a lovely ending to a lovely weekend. The temperature got up to 66 yesterday and I found myself wandering outside frequently to soak up some sun. Winter is not nearly so difficult to take when you have a weekend like this one every once in awhile to break up the dreariness of snow and cold. And now...here it is...February!!!

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“For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them.””

\nMatthew 18:20 NIV\n
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We're 18. The only problem is, you can't see that 18 year old because she's stuck inside this 62 year old body. She's in there...though I have to admit, there are days when she does a darned good job of hiding. And...speaking of hiding, she's got a wicked sense of humor because she's always hiding things from me. She's particularly fond of hiding my glasses and my car keys, although she HAS been known to hide the whole danged CAR from me after I've taken her on one of her favorite outings....shopping at the mall. Oh, she LOVES that! She keeps trying to squeeze my butt into HER size jeans and that either makes me laugh or makes me cry or pisses me off. It depends where we are with our hormones. Sigh.

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We like to go hang out with our girlfriends. You can just about guarantee she's going to show up at that event. She's so funny. She snorts when she laughs and doesn't care that it makes me pee a little. She loves to tell stories and make her friends laugh till THEY pee a little, too! We promise each other we'll always be there...just like we did 45 years ago.

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Just look at these beautiful eighteen year olds! They're so wise and wonderful. Sassy and sensuous. Silly and brilliant and adventurous. Loving and loyal and so full of life. It was a perfect day. Lord, let us stay just like this...for as long as we can. Oh, our knees ache a little, and maybe some of us need hearing aids, and Lynn had a heart attack and Rhonda's not recovered from her last surgery so she couldn't come....but, please Lord, let us be 18 as long as we can. Just look at us! We're perfect!!!

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“So then, banish anxiety from your heart and cast off the troubles of your body, for youth and vigor are meaningless.”

\nEcclesiastes 11:10 NIV\n
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Is It Spring Yet? Oh...it's WAY too early to be asking that question, isn't it? I am so grateful the last two days looked like this. And warm??? Oh, my! It got up to the high 50's yesterday. I can take winter much better if we get days like this interspersed with the gray, gloomy ones. Winter can make me feel old. One of my fellow Sister glamping friends on FB just started training to walk the Pacific Rim Trail. I'm like, \"I can make a trail from my couch to my fridge to my bed, thank you very much!\" I know I'm needing some exercise when it takes multiple attempts to hoist myself out of a low slung chair. Oh, I'm not all that bad, really...but when I eat at 4:30 and call it dinner, it makes me feel older than my age. I want to crawl into bed at 6:00 and read till midnight. I know winter is designed to make us rest as the world rests. Rest is one thing. Crawling in a hole and pulling it in after you is something altogether different. Must....resist....the urge....to hibernate!!!

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Here are 5 Quick Tips for Beating Winter Blues

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Good self-care is never as important as it is in the winter months when Seasonal Affective Disorder can bring on the gloomies. What are you all doing to avoid hibernating?

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““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.””

\nMatthew 11:28-30 NIV\n
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I love a full moon. It's full of mystery and promise. I am a creature of the light so when it's a clear night and there's a full moon, especially after a snow, the world has an ethereal glow...an other-worldly spirit...and I am enamored.

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I see moonrise far more often than sunrise. I'm just not a morning person. There is an optical illusion when the moon rises, making it appear huge when it's near the horizon. I will never forget the first time I saw a moonrise over Denver as I was cresting the hill at Genesee on I-70. It was October, a harvest moon. A friend had taken me to Vail for dinner and we were driving back. We came around a bend and I swear, the moon filled the sky! I made him stop the car and I cried at the perfection of it all. I am touched by the beauty of nature.

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I love to snowshoe under a full moon. I love to watch the moon rise through the trees when I'm camping. When Mr. Virgo first moved in with me, he was appalled that I had no curtains. I told him I COULDN'T have curtains....they block my view of the moon! I love when I wake up in the night to the moon shining in my face. It makes me feel safe, for some reason.

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Although this picture doesn't do it justice, the moonrise was beautiful Sunday night as it reflected on the icy Ohio River. It won't be long till the river freezes over if this keeps up. As it is, chunks of ice flow downstream and reflect the moonlight perfectly. Winter is not my favorite season, so I make myself search for the beauty in it.

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I found it this night.

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❤️

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“Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession?”

\nSong of Solomon 6:10 NIV\n
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I should never, ever attempt to \"go to bed at a decent hour\". It never really works out for me. It doesn't matter what time I go to sleep...I'm wide awake three, maybe four hours later, ready to plow the south forty, and most people won't be getting up for another four hours, at least. There are few people to talk to at 2:30am. So, I'm reduced to surfing the web eating ice cream and writing about it. And you, my dear devoted readers, are placed in the enviable position of sitting back with your morning cuppa Joe and joining me on a little romp through internet history.

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According to the Facebook page of The Schriever Creative Agency, I garner approximately .00005% (give or take a decimal point or two) of the daily readers of Facebook. Wow...stellar! This exercise in futility began when I read a guest blog post by Norm Schriever (who I can only assume is the creative genius behind The Schriever Creative Agency) about how to become a best selling author. Apparently, there are some in the author circle who will do whatever it takes to gain the coveted title \"Best Selling Author\". That \"status\" gives one a certain credibility at cocktail parties and when being introduced to strangers. But, what does it really mean?

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There are many best sellers lists, among them Amazon, the Wall Street Journal, The New York Times, and (according to the esteemed and very funny Mr. Schriever)...Walmart. Then he went on to make a disparaging comment about West Virginians and their teeth, which I'm willing to forgive for a moment of his time and an endorsement. Yeah, ok...maybe not. Anyway, as I continued reading said blog post, I found there are ways of circumventing the system (am I not surprised) and SOAR your way to best seller status on Amazon by either beating their algorithm and buying a couple hundred thousand copies of your own book, or paying someone to navigate you to the top by doing the same thing only adding the much coveted \"book review\". I suppose \"Best Selling Author\" hides the smoke and mirrors but, naïve as I am, I want my status earned the old fashioned way. When people hear \"Best Selling Author\" they automatically think of The New York Times Best Sellers List and it seems a bit dishonest to pull the wool over their eyes.

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After reading this immensely encouraging little tidbit, I went on to discover a post my new friend Norm shared about the history of social media which further drives home what a tiny little speck of the blogosphere that I command. But I'm not going to let a little thing like virtual obscurity hold me back! I'm 9 ( count them......N-I-N-E!) readers shy of 4,000 and by golly, we're gonna take this thing home! Are ya with me?

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Sighhhhh.....I need more sleep.

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Pass the Chunky Monkey, will ya?

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❤️

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“What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit their very self?”

\nLuke 9:25 NIV\n
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Photo Credit: I have absolutely no rights whatsoever to use this photograph and it probably constitutes trademark infringement, or some obfuscated term, but let's consider it my little contribution to further establishing the existence of my two favorite men, Ben & Jerry, in the mid-night munchie marketplace, shall we? You're welcome.

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I wrote this post yesterday afternoon as I sat basking in the warmth of the sunlight streaming in the south facing windows. It was the first time I've seen the sun in a week...one of the decidedly downsides of living in the Mid-Ohio Valley. We've been getting reports of an impending major snowstorm since I got in on Monday. Estimations of snowfall amounts change not only hourly, but with each flip of the channel or click on a weather app. This puzzles me.

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I've lived in Colorado nearly all of my adult life. My older daughter had ONE snow day in all of her school years and that was because it was so cold the school bus wouldn't start. I think it was about 30 below. Other than that one day, kids were expected to get their happy butts to school and we adults had darned well better make it to work, too! Medical staff were brought to hospitals via volunteer snowmobilers during the Christmas Eve Blizzard of '82. West Virginia's governor called a \"state of emergency preparedness\" on Wednesday...two days before said snowpocolypse. Yesterday, the local branch of WVU as well as nearly every county in West Virginia cancelled classes for today without seeing a single flake of Snowmageddon. Ok, that being said, driving in storms here is quite different than in Colorado. There's a boatload more ice here and I have to agree that's no fun to drive in. And still, the guys at the tire shop laughed at me when I had my four studded snow tires put on. Who's laughing NOW, huh?

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So, with all this talk of impending doom, I joined the rush on the grocery store to stock up on such necessities as half and half for my coffee, and some bottled water. People were clearing the shelves of eggs, milk, bread, and toilet paper. I don't know about you, but I've never in my life run out of toilet paper. Oh, maybe once or twice I had to resort to using Kleenex. But seriously...what are these people DOING with all this toilet paper??? Just how long are they expecting to be snowed in...six weeks? Six months??? I don't go through that much toilet paper in a YEAR! Holy cats!!!

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Anyway, I cooked a pork roast yesterday so I can make my favorite green chili. I have enough food in my pantry to last till June. I have ice cream and non-alcohol beer and eggs and cheese and...oh heck, I've got one of everything, two of most.

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And....I've got six rolls of toilet paper. That ought to get me through just about anything!

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❤️

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“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.”

\n2 Timothy 1:7 KJV\n
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I was sitting around with some ladies after the Salon on Sunday in Cincinnati. We were chatting about my downsizing adventure and one asked if there was anything I got rid of that I later regretted. I had to really think about it and she surmised if it took me that long to think of something, the answer was probably \"No\". I've had a couple of days to think about it though and here's what I've come up with.

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I don't miss the house I sold. It was beginning to need a good amount of work and I just didn't love it enough to invest the time or the money into it.
I do miss the home I created there with my younger daughter and then the addition of Mr. Virgo. There were some beautiful memories we made in that place. Those times I miss but they were gone once they passed from real-time. Now they are memories.

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I don't miss the yard work, the snow shoveling, and the everyday maintenance of such a big house. When you are the chief cook and bottle washer, the light can kind of dim pretty quickly on a house that size.
I do miss the trees and flowers I so carefully planted when I built that house. And I miss the covered front porch that I rocked on every chance I got. I miss sitting out there with Mr. Virgo, coffee mugs in hand, laughing and planning our long life together. Oh yes...I miss that terribly.

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I don't miss the mortgage hanging over my head till I'm 90.

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I do miss the fact that the mortgage was lower than what most rents are now, but that's why I have a paid-for tiny home on wheels now.

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I miss my bed that I shared with Mr. Virgo. It was magnificent. It was a bed befitting of royalty and since he was my Prince...and I his Princess...it suited us. But it was huge. HUGE! And heavy. Very, very heavy. I couldn't have remodeled my little tiny home to fit it.

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But, really...is it the bed I miss? Or is it the \"two spoons in a drawer\" snuggle we did every night? Is it the arm under my head, me grasping his left thumb and holding on for dear life till he fell asleep and turned over? Only then would I allow myself to relax into sleep because I had prayed every night of my life for that. I wasn't going to miss one second of it by falling asleep before he turned over.

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As I pondered these things, the new owners posted the picture of the snowy sidewalk out front and I suddenly had my answer. No. No, other than my beautiful neighbor's, and that great front porch with the trees and flowers....no. I have no regrets. I have great memories and those cost me nothing and no one can take them away.

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“I think it is right to refresh your memory as long as I live in the tent of this body, because I know that I will soon put it aside, as our Lord Jesus Christ has made clear to me. And I will make every effort to see that after my departure you will always be able to remember these things.”

\n2 Peter 1:13-15 NIV\n
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Home is where the heart is. Home is where I park it. And home isn't always where I live. The concept of home is evolving within me. I was steadfast all my life in saying West Virginia is my home. And, by all rights, besides being where I was born, it is the home of my heart. As my grandchildren grow and my family thrive, my home is with them which happens to be in Colorado. And, my house is my home and it happens to be on wheels so home may be in South Dakota or a driveway in Arvada or a beach in South Carolina or a bluff overlooking the Ohio River. My view of \"home\" is expanding. It is fluid yet at its core is love, comfort, security. That security is my family, including my son in law's family.

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This \"home\" that I've come back to is on the banks of the Ohio. I love it here. But man, is it ever cold!!! I got in this afternoon and cuddled under the electric blanket to warm up and promptly fell asleep. Then visited with a friend.

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The two speaking engagements went very well this weekend. As a matter of fact, after the Salon was completed on Sunday my friend, Marion, gifted me this painting of my view of the Ohio! I am so touched! What a beautiful gift I'll treasure always and give a prominent display space in TOW-Wanda
My hostess, Jamie, was an absolute charming woman. She has been a widow only slightly longer than me. I was so happy she was with me at the Salon on Sunday. She always adds such insight to conversations. And her beautiful fur babies, Reba and Maggie made me almost wish I had one of my own.

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And now there is some very intense work to be done in the next few months. I'll be doing a ton of writing, editing, and rough drafts. I'll be learning about introductory letters and proposals and writing real life blogs. I'll be learning how to optimize social media exposure. There is a great deal of infra structure that has to be built in order for the books to be released seamlessly. In the midst of all this, I will try my very best to continue writing daily as I always have. But if you notice a little slip in quality or content, I do apologize in advance and I do hope you will stick with me as we go through some inevitable growing pains the next few weeks and months. I promise, the results will be worth it!

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“How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land? If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.”

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This is kinda cool. I picked up my mail today and the Hometown Journey Magazine was in it. That's the Christian magazine out of Houston that picked up my post a few weeks ago. So fun to see it in color glossy print! God is so good to me!

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We went out to the movies last night to see \"Joy\", the biopic loosely based on the life and career of Joy Mangano, creator of the Magic Mop as well as 100 other patented items sold on QVC and HSN. As I watched the movie unfold, it reminded me of my foray in the invention arena.

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I was a single mother in the late '70s, supporting myself and my firstborn working as an X-Ray Tech at Spaulding Rehab Hospital. I was faced with x-raying disabled patients and, as the only person in my department, I had to enlist the aid of an orderly or family member to lift the patient up on the table for filming. This was risky on many levels....injury to the patient, radiation exposure to the person holding the film, and general discomfort. I came up with a device to enable me to x-ray patients while seated in a wheelchair which was safer and more cost effective.

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I submitted the design for a statewide competition for advances in radiology and won the Lewis Mechanical Award in 1979. I had prototypes made, found some venture capital, and set out to get a patent. The first patent search came back with two or three designs that were similar in parts but not in application. Still, similar enough to not be able to get approval. We prosecuted the patent, but it was rejected a second time. In the meantime, my investors sent me to Picker X-Ray Corporation in Cleveland to meet with the purchaser to carry the \"Hemi-daptor\" in their accessory catalogue. They loved the idea and wanted to sell it, but I chickened out. I was afraid of being sued if I didn't have a patent. It was really interesting going through that process and I've often wondered how different my live might have been had it been successful.

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It also reminds me of the process I'm going through now....the growth and development of Marshmallow Ranch and writing and publishing my books. This is shaping up to be an exciting year and I'm really looking forward to seeing the fruits of my labor.

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❤

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PS...don't forget, if you are in the Cincinnati area, I'm co-hosting a Salon this Sunday, 2-4pm. See the event on this page for details.

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“and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom, with understanding, with knowledge and with all kinds of skills— to make artistic designs for work in gold, silver and bronze, to cut and set stones, to work in wood and to engage in all kinds of artistic crafts.”

\nExodus 35:31-33 NIV\n
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Oh, I was the lucky girl yesterday. After an incredibly busy eleven day stretch of travel, meetings, talks, and interviews, I used my Christmas gift certificate and had a massage. It was heavenly! My massage therapist was delightful and we had a very meaningful, spiritual conversation. I don't normally like to talk during a massage, but it seemed we met for reasons other than the massage itself. Sometimes people are just placed in your path to exchange something...knowledge, information, energy, ministry. We shouldn't pass those opportunities up.

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One of the most difficult things about widowhood, after the pain of your loss and missing your loved one, is the lack of human touch. I noticed this after my divorce sixteen years ago. I actually discussed it with my doctor and got a prescription for massage from him for \"therapeutic touch\". The \"feel good\" hormones are released during massage and this improves our state of well being.

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I really miss human touch. A twenty-second hug releases hormones that can have the same effect as a single dose of an antidepressant. Most people get uncomfortable with a hug that lasts longer than a couple of seconds unless they are in an intimate relationship. There are actually businesses that offer non-sexual, fully clothed (pajamas or yoga pants encouraged), therapeutic snuggles and cuddles for $60-75 per hour. I'm not sure how that would work for me snuggling a complete stranger, but man...I sure miss that closeness.

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Most reputable spas and salons offer legitimate massage services. Companies like Massage Envy can be found all over. Sometimes you can snag a Groupon deal for very inexpensive services. Occasionally a spa will offer an introductory rate for your first visit. If you've never had a massage, let me be the first to say how awesome I find them. I know there are people who really do not like massage, but if you find you're craving human contact and you aren't interested in having an intimate relationship with someone, therapeutic massage can be a godsend.

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❤️

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“Perfume and incense bring joy to the heart, and the pleasantness of a friend springs from their heartfelt advice.”

\nProverbs 27:9 NIV\n
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Photo Credit: greatdaymassage.com

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The other day I mentioned that I don't make New Year's Resolutions. I never keep them past a week or two. They are too easily forgotten because I'm a visual learner. So I make a Vision Board. I gather images that portray what I would like to accomplish in the year ahead and they serve as visual reminders to keep my goals in reach.

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Some years I actually cut pictures out of a magazine and make a poster including key words I want to focus on. Sometimes I just gather images in a file that I can look at to remind me what I want to be doing more of. I find this to be much more useful than a statement.

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I want to do more kayaking on the Ohio River this spring while I still have ready access. After I head back to Colorado, I'll be restricted to lakes and reservoirs. They don't have the still, glasslike surface of the beautiful Ohio River. I also want to ride my bike more. There's an excellent rails to trails system in West Virginia I want to take advantage of. I haven't camped much in WV and there are some of the most beautiful state parks there. So, outdoorsy things are big on my list this year.

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What are some of your intentions for the year?

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“In their hearts humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps.”

\nProverbs 16:9 NIV\n
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Three years ago, I set out on an adventure. I had been working a high stress job that I loved, but it was making me physically ill. I needed to make a change. I dropped to part-time doing clinical pharmaceutical research. I took the month of December off to recuperate and enjoy a wonderful holiday season with my sweetheart. It was his first Christmas off in forty years. Little did we know, it was to be his last.

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At the beginning of 2013, I decided I wanted to try to make a living from my own creativity. I drew on a family story to come up with the name Marshmallow Ranch and created this Facebook page. I started making jewelry from antique silverware and old maps. I began networking with other creatives. Sales started to grow. I slowly gained a devoted group of followers. Then, in March, the unthinkable happened and Mr. Virgo died suddenly leaving me lost and alone.

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I had about 400 \"likes\" on this page then. Everyone was so loving and supportive. My family rose to the occasion...even my ex-husbands and their spouses were there for me. And you were there for me. Yet I was alone in a crowded room. I bought a couple of books on grief but nothing spoke to me. I needed to write my own story about this journey. I told you beautiful readers, some of whom are still following me, that I needed to talk this through. And you were my captive audience. Many of us are boomers. We are of \"a certain age\". And we are being left...on purpose, by chance. Apparently this has struck a chord with people because now I'm just shy of 4,000 readers.

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I was sitting in a Starbucks yesterday as I wrote this. A woman came and sat in the chair next to mine. She pulled a water bottle out of her bag. The label said \"Ritz Carlton\". Hmmmmm... Mr. Virgo was working there when he died.

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\"Are you staying at The Ritz?\"

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\"Oh...no, I work there.\"

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\"Really?!\" I asked if she knew Mr. Virgo.

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\"Yes. He passed? Yes! Yes, I knew him. It was a shock for us. He was there. Then, so suddenly, he was gone. I was traveling and didn't hear about it till several days after the fact. It was very sad. We miss him.\"

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Yes. Yes, it WAS very sad. I miss him, too. And now, three years later, there I was...sitting in a random Starbucks telling you, my loyal readers, that I am celebrating a bittersweet occasion. The birth of Marshmallow Ranch. The death of a wonderful man. And the rise of a new life as a creative writer of words, a taker of pictures, a lover of life. When a random woman, who knew and cared about my beloved Mr. Virgo, came and sat by me, a total stranger, to let me know he was not forgotten. Isn't life beautiful? And...isn't God amazing?

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Happy Birthday, Ranchers!

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❤

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“Very truly I tell you, you will weep and mourn while the world rejoices. You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy.”

\nJohn 16:20 NIV\n
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Every New Year carries me farther from my loss. I couldn't wait for the first one. The second one kinda came and went without fanfare because I was busy moving. Yesterday I had a good day. I met friends for coffee, visited with my \"substitute mom\", wandered the little shops in town, treated myself to a nice dinner at a restaurant I'd never tried, then soaked in the new Iron Mountain Hot Springs. I was a noodle by 6:30 and headed home. I tried to go to the cemetery on my way to the house where I'm staying, and I almost got stuck in the snow. I managed to get out and get to my brother/friend's house. Greg eats healthy and has NO junk food in the house and I really wanted ice cream. Sigh. So, I set to contemplating letting go of 2015 and embracing 2016.

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A New Year is like a new box of crayons. The big box with the built in sharpener. The labels are all intact. The tips are not broken. The colors haven't rubbed off on each other. You just want to sit there and look at them and breathe in that new-box-of-crayon smell. Infinite possibilities.

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How will you color YOUR New Year?

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“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”

\n2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV\n
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Oh, I've been reminded of something I've been missing and didn't even realize it. While the traffic and sheer volume of people in Denver is disconcerting, I've really missed the cultural aspects of the big city. There are so many really great venues in Denver that offer amazing entertainment opportunities. Sports, museums, music, art, theater, ballet, opera, and symphony....I've missed them all. I've experienced wonderful culture in WV and OH, but the sheer volume of choices in the Denver metro area and beyond are staggering.

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We had a family outing yesterday. I'll tell you what, my eldest daughter not only hit the jackpot with her husband, she won the lottery with his parents. I love them dearly and they are as much my family as my own flesh and blood. My Christmas gift from them was a ticket to see the traveling Broadway production of A Christmas Story: The Musical in the Buell Theater at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts yesterday. It was a really fun show. There are 12 of us in the immediate family and we all got to go...from the great grandma down to the 7 year old. What a hoot! We went for coffee after while we waited for the crowds to thin out then we went en masse to dinner. I cannot tell you how blessed I am to call these people my family....every single one of them. I love them immensely.

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Here's another blessing. I was contacted by a Christian magazine about my post on Saturday. They asked if they could print it in their magazine. That is a huge honor for me and I am humbled. My prayers are being answered. The number of readers here at Marshmallow Ranch continually grows. I know that it is God at work directing people to my page who need to read the words He gives me. As you know, one of my goals in the coming year is to publish my books. Publishers these days won't even touch a writer's manuscript until they have an established \"platform\". This consists of published articles, references in printed materials, speaking engagements, interviews, guest posts, blogs, and social media. I have an ever growing list of places you can find my work, and I'm beginning to do speaking engagements. I now am on Instagram at @MMRanch2013 as well as Twitter and Tumblr at @marshmallowranch. I am creeping ever closer to 4000 readers here on Marshmallow Ranch. Now, numbers on their own don't really matter to me. But having credibility with a publisher does. So, I'm going to ask you a huge, huge favor, dear Ranchers. If you really love Marshmallow Ranch and find it in your heart to do so, please share my page and/or posts, either on your own page or that of a friend if you feel others could benefit from my words. I have asked the Lord to not only bring me the words I write, but bring me the people who need to hear them. There are two quick ways to get more readers...by referral and by paid promotions. In order to keep doing what I'm doing, I can't afford right now to dump a ton of money into boosting pages. So, consider this my little telethon. Let's see if we can help more people who are walking this path with us and share, share, share. Maybe Saturday's post because it did really well and was read by over 42,000 people! Or any future posts you enjoy. Or just share my page in general.

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I hate to ask anything of you, but I can't really do much with the book till the platform is more impressive to a publisher. I prayed about it, and the message I got was to trust you and just ask. Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart! I love you all so much! And, God bless each and every one of you! I promise I will do my best and deliver as good writing as I am capable of in return.

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❤️❤️❤️

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\"“Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous deeds among all peoples.”

\nPsalm 96:3 NIV\n
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In the days following a holiday as festive as Christmas and nights as long, dark, and cold as January, it is difficult to find the bright spots and maintain an upbeat attitude. My heart says hibernate till spring but my head says GET UP, GET UP...GET UP!

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We have a large group family outing scheduled today that I'm really looking forward to. I haven't said anything all week, but I was sick as a dog from Tuesday when I came down with a cold till Friday when I got enough cold medicine in me to get me sitting up and taking nourishment. Couldn't miss Christmas! I'm still pretty darned tired but improving daily.

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I have some people who need some prayers so I'm going to start a prayer chain in my Sunday posts.

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There's a little boy named Caysen in Columbus who is really struggling. He was born with a heart defect and had surgery but is much, much sicker than they anticipated. Please pray they find out how to address his medical issues and he is healed.

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A friend from high school lost her mom when she passed in her sleep on the 23rd. The funeral is Monday. Please pray for their support and comfort in the coming days and beyond.

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Another friend from high school had a heart attack last week as well as pneumonia. Please pray for healing.

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Another friend from high school is suffering from cancer and COPD. Please pray for comfort and healing.

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Another friend totaled her car yesterday and miraculously was not injured. Pray she remains without injury symptoms and there is a rapid settlement.

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Please feel free to add your own prayer requests below. Together we are stronger.

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“Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.”

\nPsalm 30:2 NIV\n
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I know I've always said I won't be preachy here at The Ranch. And I'm not now. But...it's Christmas, so we're going to talk about the Christmas story today so please indulge me this moment.

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I don't know why, but this year the Christmas story has had greater impact on me than ever before. I was fortunate to hear some really good sermons this season. I'm sure that has something to do with it. But more likely, it's because I have been tuned into the Bible by adding Scripture to illustrate each post since January. That has kept me in the Word every day for nearly a year. I'm becoming better versed as to where to find what book, how to use a contemporary compendium, and how to reach a stillness inside to allow the Holy Spirit to work in me.

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To me, the Bible houses a living, powerful force. It's almost as though it is a living, breathing organism. And it speaks to me from my current level of experience. I have had people say they have read a particular verse a hundred times and then, when it's used in a different context, it becomes contemporary and speaks to them. When I am experiencing difficulties, or when I have a question, I can literally hold my question in my heart, open my Bible to any given chapter and verse, and quite often the answer is right under my fingertips. This is not only remarkable given how long ago the Bible was written, it's also delightful. It's reassuring to know we can have quite literal conversations with God. I am a scientist at heart. I need empirical evidence. When I feel, see, and hear the Holy Spirit moving in my life, that's all the evidence I need.

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But, back to the Christmas story. The Christ child was born in a stable, wrapped in what was probably not much more than rags, and placed in a manger. This is not a sterile hospital environment. This is not a place where we would be comfortable laying our own newborn to sleep. There were animals in there with them. Dirty, smelly farm animals. This was really nothing more than a place that offered some shelter from the elements. And angels came down from Heaven to proclaim the birth of the Messiah. To whom? The Priests? The Kings? The wealthy socialites? No, the angels came down to shepherds. These were not ranchers. These were not wealthy land owners tending their flocks. These were a rag tag bunch of social outcasts doing a dirty, difficult job that no one else wanted to do. These were the lowliest of manual laborers. These men weren't even allowed to stand in the synagogues. They were forced to stand out in the courtyard, if they were allowed in at all.

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So why, when for centuries the Jews were expecting the Messiah to come with trumpet blasts into the highest of their social and religious hierarchy, did God choose to send His only Son in the form of a poverty stricken, vulnerable infant, placing Him in the dirtiest of environments, then send angels to announce it to the lowliest of society? Is it any wonder the Jewish people could not accept Christ as the true Messiah? They had been living this much anticipated event over and over in their minds till it was fantastical. Have you ever planned a fabulous vacation then been bitterly disappointed when you got there and it wasn't anything like you imagined it? Well, multiply that by a zillion and you'll come close to what the populace was expecting. It sure wasn't what they got.

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As it turns out, it was so much more. The Christ child was introduced in the basest of fashions so we could relate. Who did Jesus hang out with? Who did he minister to? It was workers, and fishermen, and thieves, and prostitutes. Tax collectors and shepherds. The lame, the blind, the lepers, the demon possessed. These were the lowly ones. The simple ones. The poor ones. They were far more apt to hear His message. They needed saving. They recognized they NEEDED salvation because they had nothing. They had no wealthy benefactor looking out for them. And thus, a movement was born that ripped the world apart and opened the hearts of man. He came to live with us and offer salvation. Not in a chariot. Not with a trumpet fanfare. But with barnyard animals lowing all around him and with an unwed virgin for a mom. For me. And for you. Wow.

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So, my wishes for you this Christmas are..... That your dreams come true. That you find joy in the simplest of things this day. And...that you find Peace.

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❤️

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“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”

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Photo Credit: mymerrychristmas.com

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I am developing a love for photography. And, I've always been a techno-geek and love the cool new apps that can manipulate your photographs turning them into faux paintings. This is a picture I took a couple of years ago at the Ute Museum near Durango, CO. I used an app called Waterlogue and turned it into a \"painting\". I would never try to pass my work off as real paintings out of respect for artists. I know the blood, sweat and tears that go into works of art. At the same time, in order to have the photo to manipulate, one must have some photographic skills so I'll accept that. I'm always looking for something new to accompany my posts, so this seems to be another creative outlet for me as it appeals on so many levels. I've been thinking about making note cards and holiday cards and selling them on my Etsy page. Maybe next year.

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Speaking of creating things, I decided to make blankets for my grandchildren for Christmas to go with their newly painted bedrooms. One day I would like to make them each a quilt, but have not had the time for that so I elected to make them something soft and cuddly. I ordered two yards each (per blanket) of a print and a solid of a material called Minky. It's ultra soft. I found the perfect patterns and colors on fabric.com. Then I had batting sandwiched between the top and bottom, stitched all around three edges then turned inside out and the end stitched. Yesterday I stretched them out on the dining room table and tied them like you would tie a quilt. I think they will be very warm blankets that will take them to adulthood. I chose patterns that weren't little kid stuff. As with most anything you make, especially if you have to ship them, I could have bought three blankets each for the amount of money I put into them. But, these were made by Nana so that's what's important.

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We went to my youngest grand daughter's Christmas program last night and it was so fun to watch my \"Mini Me\". She's exactly like her mama...a drama major in the making. So much fun! And, speaking of fun, I get to meet some Sisters on the Fly for lunch today! It's the most wonderful time of the year!

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❄️❤️❄️

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“You shall live in the region of Goshen and be near me—you, your children and grandchildren, your flocks and herds, and all you have.”

\nGenesis 45:10 NIV\n
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As I was leaving the B&B yesterday to head to the commencement, my host told me there was a grocery store not far away in case I wanted to buy my daughter some flowers. I stopped and picked out a graduation card, but as I stood in front of the flowers, it just seemed a waste since she has to fly back home on Sunday. I absentmindedly twirled my necklace and felt the sudden sting of tears. It's not what you think though...not entirely.

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Julie's father and I were married when I was not much more than a child. I was 19 and he was 20. He gave me a diamond ring on Valentine's Day our senior year of high school. As so often happens when you marry too young, our marriage didn't last but I got this really great kid. When I married the second time, hubby #2 was in medical school. We had nothing. So we took the diamond out of the old setting, put it in a new one and called it good. When that marriage failed after 21 years, I tried to give the engagement ring to my oldest but she wasn't much into jewelry so she declined.

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I dropped the ring in my jewelry box and forgot about it. Then Mr. Virgo came along. When he proposed, he gave me a ring that was very contemporary. I asked him if we could put the long held diamond on one side of the main stone and get one to match on the other. Continuity. When Mr. Virgo died, I had a piece of the ring with that old diamond in it removed and made into a necklace.

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Yesterday, when I was trying to figure out what to give my firstborn to commemorate such a milestone as getting a Master's degree...and my hand automatically rested on the pendant at my throat, I knew it was time. It was time to pass this stone on to her now. I wrote my sentiments in the card then tore two little slits in the top edge where I could slip in the chain.

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At dinner, the girl at the next table got an Apple Watch. Ooooohs and aaaaaaaahs. I slid the card across the table and she opened it. She was thrilled...in that special non-demonstrative way she has. But I knew. Because she hugged me, said a warm thank you, and showed it off to everyone.

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My neck will only feel naked for a while. But I'll get to see that sparkle at the base of her throat now. I looked over at her during dinner. Her hand automatically reached up to touch the necklace exactly as mine always did. And I smiled.

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❤️

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“Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity.”

\n1 Timothy 4:12 NIV\n
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How can choosing a snow boot turn into SUCH a huge ordeal? I'm leaving for Colorado next week and I'm in need of a good pair of snow boots. I have dress boots, but I need something that will get me out of a jam should I find myself in one. Something rugged and sturdy, yet stylish. I needed Sorel's. But alas, I am in WV. This is not really Sorel country.

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So I went to my favorite department store and narrowed down my search to two possibilities. OMGosh! You would have thought I was trying to decide which medical school to go to! I sat forever. I sent pictures to my girlfriends.
\"Which one...right or left?\"

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Then came the inevitable slew of questions about the qualities of each one. I simply could not decide. I finally just gave up and left. I was wandering up and down through the mall, trying to figure out why I couldn't make a simple decision. My mind went back to my last pair of snow boots. Mr. Virgo had bought them for me. He loved shopping for me. I had to finally throw those boots away before I came here last year. And that was it! That was why I couldn't make a decision. I wanted him there. I wanted to say, \"Here...you decide. Which one should I get?\"

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So, I tried a different tactic. I sat down and sent a thought out to Mr. Virgo. I pictured exactly which snow boots I wanted. And said, \"Ok...lets go get this done. Find me these boots!\" I was walking down the mall when I felt a cosmic tug and went in a shoe store that I never would have thought to go into. And there, plain as day, were...my boots. My exact boots I had pictured!
Yes, Mr. Virgo loved to shop for me. It appears he still does.

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“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.”

\nPsalms 23:5 KJV\n
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And....here it is. December! That glittery, glamorous, gaudy fun-filled extravaganza that helps us through the longest nights of the year. For most, it's a tinsely time to cook up some really delicious treats, plan some really outrageous surprises, attend some really crazy parties. And, oh my gosh! Do we have the party mavens to show us how it's done, or what? Martha Stewart is so perfect with her staff of thousands, creating color glossies of the PERFECT holiday with the PERFECT decor and the PERFECT gifts with the PERFECT food. All the Madison Avenue gurus have this whole thing carefully orchestrated. They have done the research. They know how to make us want what they have to sell. They know what buttons to push. They know you don't want to feel like a failure because you didn't carve your own ice sculpture or hand decorate five dozen sugar cookies for the church bazaar. So they give you every recipe. They give you detailed instructions for crafty things. They make it SO easy for us. And what happens when it's over? We're over-extended, over-budget, overweight, and overwhelmed. I know I probably ruined a lot of the magic of Christmas for my kids because I pointed out how the companies were just trying to manipulate them and trick them into buying their stuff.

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I think one of the joys of being \"of a certain age\" is letting go of some of that holiday expectation. After all, it's not our first rodeo. Once you've had sixty or so Christmases under your belt, your vision is a little clearer. Along with aging often comes a more fixed income and there isn't a lot left over to do for the kids and grandkids like you used to. Grief can creep in and tug at your heart strings. Some of us want to make up for the loss of our spouse by giving the family a really nice holiday. Others may want to forget the whole thing and hope no one realizes it till it's over. There is no right or wrong way...but I can give you some suggestions based on my personal experience.

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1) Take it easy on yourself. No one expects from you what you expect from yourself. It's not a magazine. It's life. It's real and messy and families fight and feelings get hurt and we kiss and make up. Or, we don't. It's life. What happens between January 1st and November 30th is far more important than what happens in December. Don't sweat it so much.

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2) Write everyone's name down who you are recognizing with a gift. Write down how much you can afford to spend on each person. Stick to that. You can't make your family feel its loss any less by buying things you can't afford then adding the stress of debt in January. Better yet, choose an affordable amount and donate it to a local food pantry, or take the kids with you to purchase things for underprivileged kids. Let Santa and their parents buy their big stuff. My grandchildren are each getting a blanket that I made for them. They honestly don't need more stuff. They need time with me.

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3) Enlist a trusted friend to help you be accountable.

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4) Get some regular exercise. Eat right. Get a good night's sleep. Decision making skills are directly effected by good self care.

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5) Stop buying those $&@# magazines. Ok...forget that. I bought two yesterday. Sigh. They're just so darned pretty, aren't they?

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Well...Hello, December! Be gentle with me.

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❤️

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“But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.”

\nMatthew 6:3-4 NIV\n
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I know you are busy today. You probably have a list a mile long of things that need doing. Perhaps you're still in bed and giving Facebook a quick check before you start your day. Maybe you're taking a break with a cup of coffee before the crowd shows up. Or, maybe there won't BE much of a holiday for you this year. Whatever your circumstance this day, won't you take a moment and share with us just one thing, no matter how big or how small, that you are thankful for today?

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I will start...

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I am thankful for a forgiving God who will carry my burdens for me, whether I remember to ask him to or not. ❤️

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I am thankful for my beautiful family. Even though I am not with my Colorado family today, they fill my heart to overflowing. I am with you in spirit...today and always. ❤️

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I am thankful for having had the love of a good man with the resultant memories that give me great comfort. ❤️

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I am thankful for all of you who read my words faithfully and hang in there with me through thick and thin. You give me a gift every single day with your comments. Many of you ask me if you can share my posts. Any time you share and comment, my posts are seen by more people and the more people who see them, the better the chance someone who needs to receive the message will do so. This blog is my ministry and I pray every day that my words are a blessing to someone who walks this path so they'll know they're not alone. Thank you so much for being here.

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❤️

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“Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

\n1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 NIV\n
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Last night, I met several of my cousins for dinner at a pretty good Italian place. They had the best cheese bread I've ever eaten in my life! There was a bittersweet purpose in our gathering. My cousin Tommy has mesothelioma. He's doing great. He's having chemo and it is giving him some wonderful time to share with his family and friends. We are all so grateful to have him here.

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Tommy is 12 years older than me. I was just a little, little girl when he came home from the Navy in his whites and I fell in love! Oh...he was breathtakingly handsome! And he was still young enough to have an emotional bond with this little tow headed kid who followed him around like a moonsick puppy.

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His wife knows...everyone knows. Any gathering could be the last gathering. And they're so brave...and so loving...and so present...and so real. What do you say to someone who you know will walk your path? How do you prepare her? Of course, the answer is...you can't, not really. There is only one thing to do...keep things as normal and upbeat as you can...for Tommy. And...there is only one thing you can say. My heart is with you.

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I stopped for chocolates on my way to the restaurant, forgetting it was Suzy who likes chocolate...not Tommy. So, Suzy got the candy and Tommy got lots of lovin' from this grown up little toe-headed kid that would still follow him around like a moonsick pup. My heart is with them.

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❤️

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““Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.””

\nJohn 14:1-4 NIV\n
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We're sliding into Thanksgiving week now. Some of you will be heading out this weekend to visit family for the holidays. Some will be putting the final touches on the house and double checking the grocery list. And...some of you will be paralyzed with fear and sadness at facing your first (or yet another) holiday without your loved one. It can be wicked hard. I know this.

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The good news (and by \"good\" I mean probably the least sucky part) is, as difficult as it may be to face this first holiday season, you are not likely to remember much of it. In looking back at my first Thanksgiving without Mr. Virgo, I am fairly certain it was spent in Denver with the kids. But, I can't recollect a single thing about it. I know last year I was already living here in West Virginia and I had traveled to the Eastern Panhandle to celebrate with family.

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I do remember a couple of holidays where I had to excuse myself for a bit and go off to another area of the house to have a moment alone. The holidays can be overwhelming. I don't recommend avoiding them because you'll just be postponing the inevitable. Adding something special, a new tradition, can be a nice way to honor your loved one.

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One thing that really helped me last year was writing down everything I was grateful for. I wrote a list on a page of thick paper and kept it folded in my pocket. Along with some tissues. Whenever I reached for the tissues to dab my eyes, my hand closed around that paper. I mentally checked off the list and it made me feel better.

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The firsts are difficult. Take care of yourself and check in with us here if you need some extra props.

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❤️

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“Give proper recognition to those widows who are really in need.”

\n1 Timothy 5:3 NIV\n
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It was a typical autumn day in West Virginia yesterday. I was driving home when I noticed this darling camper turned Cupcake Bar. I had to do a U-turn and go back. I'm so glad I did...it was a sweet diversion!

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The Naked Cupcake by Simply Vintage Cakes & Catering - Parkersburg, WV 304.991.4407 Find them on Facebook HERE.

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Sussie Hitt with Executive Pastry Chef, Rebecca Wyatt

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Rebecca Wyatt applies the final touch...caramel drizzled over a pumpkin cupcake with cream cheese buttercream frosting. Divine!

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Indian Corn

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A Bountiful Harvest

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Cheery Pumpkins

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Flowering Kale with Mums

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A comfortable spot to sit with a cupcake and coffee on a rainy Autumn day.

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The flashy orange of mini pumpkins vs the earthy textures of mini Indian corn nestle in this metal bicycle sculpture.

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The richness of color and texture in a box full of gourds is a feast for the eyes.

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Pots of flowering kale sit amongst a variety of pumpkins and mums.

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A visual delight under drizzling skies.

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To be back home again? Good gracious...it was 27 degrees yesterday when I went out to hook up TOW-Wanda! Wowza! It was a beautiful sunny day for a drive. The colors aren't as fabulous as I had hoped because there have been a few frosts this week but it was still quite lovely.

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I originally posted there was a death at Saturday's Bridge Day when a B.A.S.E. jumper's chute failed to open. Thank God that was in error. I made the mistake that is actually one of my own pet peeves and reported on something I saw posted without checking the date. It happened in 2006. Still, it is a thrilling sport with inherent dangers.

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It will take some adjusting to the more seasonal temperatures here. We got absolutely spoiled at the beach the last ten days. I looked at my travel buddy when we pulled in and said, \"We can turn around and go back right now, you know!\" Ah, well....it will give me something to look forward to in the future. Right now I need to focus on writing and that will get done far more easily if I'm snowed in than it will at the beach...trust me!

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❤️

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“The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again. All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.”

\nEcclesiastes 1:5-9\n
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Yesterday was an absolutely gorgeous day. My travel buddy and I hunted down the Fractured Prune...a franchise donut shop that makes your donuts hot and fresh to order. I was disappointed because all they had were white cake donuts. Lots of toppings and glazes to choose from, but cake donuts are not my favorite. And really, once you've had SWEET COLORADOUGH or VooDoo Doughnuts, nothing else compares. It was still fun to explore.

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We went to a flea market and wandered around for a couple hours. There was a guy standing out front with a karaoke machine singing Gospel music and, OMGosh! He gave me chills. He moved a whole lot of people right there in the parking lot. It was awesome to see. I bought all three of his CD's because he was incredibly easy to sing harmony with. I love Gospel music and I love to sing in my car.

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Once we got back, it was beach time. Our friends joined us. There was shelling, and walks, and laughter. My friend and I took one last drive around the campground in the golf cart. We had called a few places in Tennessee to make reservations (at the suggestion of one of my readers) and it turns out campsites are scarce as hen's teeth this time of year. October is a really big tourist month in the Smokey Mountains.
When we were riding around, we decided to just stay here for another three days. They have the room for us, the price is right, the weather is going to be perfect, AND we'll save all that time and gas. We do have to change sites but it's actually three sites closer to the beach. I think we deserve it since we were stuck in the trailer for five days in the rain! That's how I'm rationalizing it, anyway. (Penny and Terri...I'll come to Tennessee another time to see you...promise!)

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We topped the day off with dinner out at a great Italian Restaurant. So, maybe 15 days is the perfect vacation time!

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❤️

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“so that I may come to you with joy, by God’s will, and in your company be refreshed.”

\nRomans 15:32\n
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There was a time when I wondered if I would ever be happy again. I am...but it's a different kind of happy. There's always an undercurrent of sadness...like the rivers that flow on the bed of the ocean. I've always been a happy person. But now it's like waking up and speaking your native tongue with a heavy accent that you never had before. There's a new definition of happy. Happiness doesn't come as naturally as it used to. Grief did that. It changed me. Sometimes I have to choose to be happy. And when I put that choice into action, those that know and love me see a chameleon. I can change right in front of them. I carry myself differently. My voice changes. My facial expressions change.

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I was raised to put my best foot forward. It's ingrained from childhood. The child of an alcoholic is the peacekeeper, the comedian. I learned at a very early age to create a diversion when things started heading south. I do it when I'm sad. I do it when I'm angry. I do it when I meet new people. I was taught that \"First impressions are lasting impressions.\" Since Mr. Virgo died, I've been getting to know who I am...what I like...what I care about...what I want. I get down on myself when I put on the perky persona. But, at least I recognize it. I'm a work in progress. I'm learning. I'm growing. I'm healing. I am becoming a new version of me. And it's only been two and a half years since Mr. Virgo died. I have to remind myself of that fact. Two and a half years is not very long in the grand scheme of the grief process. I give myself permission to be human, to make mistakes...to just be. That, in itself, is a relief.

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❤️

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“Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.”

\nPsalm 100:3\n
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We were thrilled to have a break in the weather today. We're expecting more rain in the next 24-36 hours. It's really windy this evening. Once we get past this we should have clear, sunny skies for awhile. We are expecting friends to join us tomorrow so that will be fun! Little Jack is enjoying our walks on the beach and getting very brave in the waves. The beach is lovely, even in the rain

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❤️

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Yesterday had God written all over it. As we saw in yesterday's post, it was the one year anniversary of my Bohemian life on the road. TOW-Wanda and I have logged thousands of miles as I've navigated the hollows of my heart. I awoke yesterday and set out to spend the day with an attitude of gratitude.

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I drove across the Appalachian mountains under wispy thin clouds. The trees are preparing for their annual autumn review with the same anxious trepidation of a new bride waiting to step out in her wedding finery. The air was hushed with the anticipation of the riot of color about to be splashed over these ancient hills. As I navigated the kiss-me-Kate turns, I listened to Yo Yo Ma's \"Unaccompanied Cello\". That particular album evokes fall for me. Classical music is the backdrop for many autumn trips to Explore Bookseller in Aspen for my usual stack of winter reading material. I hear the lonesome strains of those strings and my mind takes me to walks over crunchy leaf covered sidewalks, cool crisp air, mugs of steaming cider, flannel shirts, long denim skirts, warm leather boots...pumpkins on the doorsteps. Yo Yo Ma breathes fall's goodness into me.

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I was driving through Elkins, WV...home of a wonderful Liberal Arts College...Davis & Elkins. It is a revived town listed as one of the top 100 art towns in the country. I love Elkins. As I drove through, I felt the now familiar hand of Spirit guiding me. I must have pulled over four times till I finally found what He wanted me to see. Hiawatha. A 15' statue in front of a souvenir shop I've blithely driven by no less than 100 times in the 37 years they've been open. I dutifully stopped the car and went in.

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She was a tiny thing, standing behind the counter beckoning me in with a warm hello. \"Can I help you?\" What do you say in a case like this? \"Nah, hang on...you're about to have a God moment\"? No...these things have to play themselves out in their own way. I'm just the messenger.

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After moseying around the shop a bit, I found myself standing in front of her telling her the story of losing Mr. Virgo. She reacted as many do...gasp, hand to mouth, eyes widen. And this time, as so often happens, tears began to course down her face. She quietly told me this week marks two years since...wait for it...her husband dropped dead of a heart attack right in front of her. Stunned silence for only a moment before I found my way around the counter and took her into my embrace. We are sisters of a different sort.

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We both have scars on our hearts. We wear a secret code only others on this particular path understand. We are kindred spirits...both members of a club we did not ask to join. It was God who led me to her to share that moment of grief together in a souvenir store in Small Town America. I had nothing more important to do than to stand in that store for an hour and minister to this woman who is feeling that same sense of dread and pain that I went through six months ago as I approached the second Angelversary of my own husband's death.

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God works in mysterious ways. One of the most profound effects of this journey has been the opening of my heart, my mind, my ears to His voice. I go where He tells me. And yesterday, He touched two lives by bring our souls together for comfort. It was a beautiful day. It was God's day.

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❤️

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\"My mouth will speak words of wisdom; the meditation of my heart will give you understanding.”

\nPsalm 49:3\n
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Today is a big day for me. Today marks one year living as a Wandering Road Queen! I closed on my house and traded in little TOW-Wanda for TOW-Wanda Grande and three days later I hit the road. What an amazing year this has been. Living on the family farm in the camper for three months, house sitting for six weeks in an old Victorian, then back into the camper on a bluff overlooking the Ohio River till May. The Nelsonville Music Festival was a great way to start off the summer before I headed to Colorado for three months for lots of summer fun. The Black Hills of South Dakota rounded out that segment then I headed for West Virginia arriving just before Labor Day.

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I've learned a lot this year. I've met lots of really cool people. I've seen lots of really cool places. I've done lots of really cool things. I've heard more live music this year than I have in all my life. I've learned I'm much, much stronger than I ever dreamed I was. I lived with no running water for 5 months with -25 wind chill. I navigated a difficult relationship with as much dignity and grace as I could muster and came out speaking to each other still. I realized I can live a dream, I can lose a dream, and I can change to a new dream. I discovered just how young 62 feels. I learned new skills and revived old ones. I learned to kayak. I got back on my bike. I took pickleball lessons.

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I LIVED.

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I spent years...decades of my life knowing this Free Spirit was within me. This year she came out to play. This year was a huge year of growth.
Thank you GOD for letting me live this beautiful life! Thank you Ranchers for riding shotgun and sending your beautiful prayers and love light to shine on my path.

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Here's to a new year on the road!!!

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❤️

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“Therefore, say to the Israelites: ‘I am the Lord, and I will bring you out from under the yoke of the Egyptians. I will free you from being slaves to them, and I will redeem you with an outstretched arm and with mighty acts of judgment.”

\nExodus 6:6\n
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I sit out on the deck and stare at this river...a lot. It's got good energy. It's my meditation. It has become my refuge, my cathedral, my heart. Sometimes I work on stuff in my head. Sometimes I write these blog posts because I feel inspired by the beauty. But most times I just reflect. Like the mirror image of the far banks, I look at the scrapbooks of my life. I can leave the bad parts alone. I can stay in the pleasant parts as long as I want. It's soothing. It's healing. It is life.

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I try not to have regrets but it's not easy sometimes. There are things I would do differently, certainly. But really, for the most part, I'm happy with my life. It is what it is. It is mine. I am who I am. There have been times in my life when it was important to consider where I want to be in a year...five years...ten. Not any more. I'm happy to be right where I am.

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❤️

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\"The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.\"

\nPsalm 23:1-4\n
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After a 12 hour drive, I finally reached my perch overlooking the Ohio River. I would never have driven that long if it hadn't been for my traveling companion driving behind me and pushing me along. I think I played every song on my playlist! The river is so peaceful and beautiful...it makes me want to cry. Or maybe I'm just too tired. Either way, I am happy to be here and certainly happy to be out of that truck.

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Thank you God for travel mercies.

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❤️

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Ok, now y'all went and made me cry. The other day I offered a prayer up for Anthea. She lost her husband about three weeks ago now. Those of us who have walked that path have an understanding of what she's going through. She came to us via a recommendation by her dear friend, Debbie. Debbie sent me a private message and asked me what she could do to help her friend. I sent her some ideas and Debbie, being the angel-friend she is, immediately took steps to implement them. She delivered a Grief Support package to Anthea, who in turn sent me a picture and I wanted to share with you how easy it is to make a huge difference in a new widow/widower's life.

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One of the biggest problems I've encountered is people WANT to help but they either don't know what to do or they're afraid of doing the wrong thing. The following is my response to Debbie when she asked for help. Keep in mind these are the things that would/did help me and everyone is different. But they're a good start.

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\"Debbie...seriously, the best things you can do is listen, listen, listen. The biggest hurdle I had was when everyone went on with their lives and I was left holding this bag of fragments that used to be my life. You feel abandoned all over again. Put a random mark on your calendar and keep checking in with her. Send her cards occasionally. Above all, unless you know what it's like to lose your spouse, don't say I know how you feel because it couldn't come close. Don't just say \"Call me if you need me.\" Because she likely won't. Make a list of names and numbers of those people she can call anytime, day or night. If there are specific things or services they can provide, write that next to their name and number. Then give her copies of this list. Several of them. Put one on the fridge, in her purse, by the bed, on her phone. This is going to be a crazy time for her.

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Help her understand how normal it is to feel crazy and out of control. Lost. And that her memory is shot now. She needs to write everything down. And I mean everything. Get her a small journal for her purse. Put notepads and pens around the house. Give her a beautiful journal for beside her bed and encourage her to write in it every day. If she says she can't think of anything or that she isn't a good writer, suggest she write letters to her husband. I wrote letters for a year and it really helped me. If you are a close enough friend that you can talk about finances, and especially if she is going to receive a life insurance policy, gently guide her to a financial counselor. Also, have the name and number of a good grief counselor available to give her. Other than all of that, just love her. And pray for her. Thanks for being such a good friend to her. She's going to need you.\"

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The only thing I could add to this is if you are a close enough friend or family member that you have photographs of the loved one lost, please include them. I didn't have nearly as many pictures of Mr. Virgo as I wish I had. Some more would have been welcomed, especially with planning a funeral or memorial service.

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Y'all continue to amaze me. I can't tell you how touching it was to see this. I love every one of you!

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❤️

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\"Give proper recognition to those widows who are really in need. But if a widow has children or grandchildren, these should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is pleasing to God. The widow who is really in need and left all alone puts her hope in God and continues night and day to pray and to ask God for help.\"

\n1 Timothy 5:3-5\n
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Photo Credit: Anthea, fellow Rancher.

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One of our fellow \"Ranchers\" lost her husband two weeks ago and it caused me to pause and remember where I was two and a half years ago. My heart aches for her because, even though grief is an individual thing, I have a good understanding of where she is emotionally. I was so lost back then. At two weeks, I was in Denver staying with my son-in-law's parents. They are as much family to me as my own flesh and blood. I spent as much time as I could with my kids and grandkids but other than knowing logistically that I was there, I have very, very little memory of it. I bought my first little camper that week because instinctively I knew I needed to put something joyful in front of me or I wasn't going to survive this. I was numb for so long.

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I cannot tell you when the lowest ebb occurred. There were so many dark times that they all seemed to run together. I had a close friendship with a guy from high school and, God bless him...he would stay on the phone with me for hours while I wailed. Hours. I have a brother/friend who would come to my house at 3:00 in the morning and sit with me till dawn...in my trailer out front...because I could not sleep in my house. One night I couldn't stop crying and it scared me. I went on Facebook and waited till someone...ANYONE I knew came online in chat. My friend Deb was the first one on and I sent a text ...

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\"Deb?\" She sent a text back...\"Call me...right now!\" She had lost a husband. She understood. I walked Main Street of my small town going from shop to shop so I could get hugs from people I knew. I stood at Mr. Virgo's grave and threw my head back and wailed like a wounded animal...it was so primal and guttural, it shocked me. I drove all over the place, pulling TOW-Wanda....trying to outrun my fear and pain. And, at some point...it started to turn. Little by little, the good days started to outweigh the bad until I could breathe again.

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I thank God I had this page to turn to. You were my outlet. My sounding board. Part diversion, part immersion therapy. And always my support. Always, always showing me unconditional love. Oh, there were people who \"unliked\" the page...there still are occasionally. But for every one that leaves, there are more who arrive and the numbers continue to build. Increasing numbers, in and of itself, is not my goal. My goal is for this page to be a safe haven, a beacon in the dark....a lighthouse. I pray every day before I write and I ask God to give me the words to say. And the flip side of that is to bring the readers who need the message.

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Our new \"Rancher\" came here at her friend's suggestion because of her interest in camping. But once she arrived, she felt there was maybe a different reason God had sent her to us. There are so many hurting people in the world. There are so many who grieve over loss in its many forms. I am often asked if a post can be shared. My answer is always...unequivocally...yes! Please, please share Marshmallow Ranch with someone who needs lifting up. I consider this my mission in life...to serve and aid those who suffer the pain of loss.

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I can never say thank you enough for all you give me here. You are truly gifts to me and it is my privilege to write for you.

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❤️

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\"The Lord announces the word, and the women who proclaim it are a mighty throng:\".

\nPsalm 68:11\n
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Novinophobia: The fear of running out of wine. I have no idea if that's a real thing or not, but it's certainly a catchy term. I was always a social drinker. On occasion I over indulged, but I usually just drank a glass of wine while I cooked dinner or a cold beer on a hot summer day. Then the Prozac years happened. I was heavily medicated for depression for years and when my marriage started its inexorable crawl toward the edge of the cliff, I started self-medicating with alcohol. It was the kiss of death.

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When I imploded, I overdosed and nearly died. Thank God I hadn't had any alcohol that night or I wouldn't be here right now. When I came out of that horrible experience, I miraculously had no desire whatsoever to drink alcohol. I do, however, still enjoy a cold beer on a hot summer day and an occasional glass of red wine...just without the alcohol. I've found a dealcoholized wine that I enjoy called Fre. It comes in Red Blend, Merlot, and White Zinfandel. There are several non-alcohol beers available now but my very favorite is Erlanger. It's German and you would be hard pressed to tell the difference between it and a real beer...at least to me.

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My father was an alcoholic. I realized if I would have kept down that path, I could have been in real trouble. I tried going to AA but I just didn't fit there. It's been nearly 16 years since I've had alcohol. I have never, ever been tempted to go back...even with the devastation of losing Mr. Virgo. When people ask if I want a drink, I tell them my theory on alcohol consumption. I tell them I believe God gives us just so many tickets for that ride and they have to last a lifetime. I, unfortunately, did not pace myself and I used them all up WAY too fast. It always gets a laugh and any discomfort in the room is quickly dissipated.

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I spent the day tearing my camper apart yesterday and came across this bottle I had in the cupboard under the sink so last night I put on some music, poured myself a glass, and enjoyed a peaceful, cricket-filled summer evening. L'Chaim!

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❤️

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\"They are dogs with mighty appetites; they never have enough. They are shepherds who lack understanding; they all turn to their own way, they seek their own gain. “Come,” each one cries, “let me get wine! Let us drink our fill of beer! And tomorrow will be like today, or even far better.”

\nIsaiah 56:11-12\n
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This is my friend, Tony. He lost his battle with MS a few months ago. We'll be remembering him with a memorial service this Saturday. Tony was a charmer. A dentist by profession, but a skier, runner, biker, friend, and father extraordinaire. He volunteered for the ski patrol till he couldn't do it anymore. I first met Tony when we moved into the house across the street from he and his family. My late mother-in-law was visiting from out of town and had a sudden dental emergency. Tony dropped what he was doing and met us in the office in the middle of the night so she could have pain relief.

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Segue forward about ten years and we were both single. Tony helped me by just being my friend. He helped me do the landscaping at my house that I had built. I went to his house right after the first plane hit the towers on 9/11 and we sat and cried together as we watched them fall one by one. When his health deteriorated, he moved to the Front Range to be closer to family. We lost touch, as people are prone to do. Sometimes people just come into your life like that…for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. He was a sweetheart and the world is a little less bright without him.

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I thought of him last night as I sat in the park listening to live music. It occurred to me we sat together in this exact spot 15 years ago enjoying a hot summer night of cool jazz. And I smiled with the memory. Isn't that the best thing we can hope for? That someday, after the pain of loss has subsided, someone somewhere will think of us and smile?

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God rest your sweet soul, Tony. Till we meet again….

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❤️

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\"But the noble make noble plans, and by noble deeds they stand.\"

\nIsaiah 32:8\n
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There are fewer milestones in life that fill you with more pride than that of your children's accomplishments. Today we are celebrating Daughter #1's 20th wedding anniversary. She and my favorite son-in-law (I can say that…I only have one) have a beautiful marriage, a beautiful family, and a beautiful life together. They are steady, easy going, and as sweet with each other today as they were the day they married. And in-laws? OMGosh! She won the in-law lottery! I absolutely LOVE my son-in-law and his family. Good, hard working people that are as much my sister and brother as they are my dearest friends. We share grandchildren. We celebrate our joined family. That's priceless!

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Twenty years. So much has happened in twenty years. The kids moved to Long Island not long after they were married and lived there for four years. They came back home to start their family. Two babies and two houses in two decades. They took their very first vacation over Spring Break this year. They have an excellent work ethic. They make me look good in the child-rearing department but they're the ones who have made it work.

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So much has changed in my own life in those two decades. A divorce, a marriage, a death. The loss of both parents. Life. Life is what happened. According to John Lennon, it's what happens when you're making other plans. My life looks entirely different than what I imagined it would look like as I sat watching my baby girl get married. But the fact that they are the same with a good, stable marriage reassures me of the possibilities. I am so, so proud of them.

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Congratulations, kids…may you celebrate many, many more anniversaries in good health!

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❤

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\"A wife of noble character is her husband’s crown….\"

\nProverbs 12:4\n
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\"May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.\"

\nProverbs 5:18\n
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Ok, remember when I was lamenting the demise of my favorite shoes? I have worn these Chaco sandals for 20 years and the sole was almost worn off and the foot bed was starting to crack as a result. Many of you informed me of the Chaco Lifetime Warranty but that will only cover manufacturer's defects, not 20 years of good, honest wear and tear. While I was on their website, I discovered their Re-Chaco program. The price of repairs depend on what you need done. To have my trusty old shoes resoled cost me $47, including shipping! I got them yesterday and I was SO excited. The downside is I had already bought a new pair and while they are perfectly fine, they just didn't fit quite right. My daughter's sandals kicked the bucket yesterday so guess who has a brand new pair of Chaco's? She suffers from plantar fasciitis like me so I'm hoping they work for her as much as this brand has worked for me.

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It's amazing how something as comfortable, and comforting, as your favorite pair of shoes makes your feet happy. And when your feet are happy, YOU are happy. They are our \"ground wire\", connecting you to the earth. They channel energy and have hundreds of pressure points that affect your entire body. Your feet should spend a portion of time naked, communing with the earth. And when they can't, they need comfortable shoes. I can't tell you how thrilled I am to have these babies back cradling my grateful tootsies! Thanks to everyone who directed me to the Chaco website. I wonder how long I can make these puppies last?

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❤

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\"Your clothes did not wear out and your feet did not swell during these forty years.\"

\nDeuteronomy 8:4\n
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I've had the big trailer for 9 months now. She's 29'5\" from the hitch to the spare tire on the back. That's long when you're used to 16'. Add the truck and I'm a good 42' long with a topper and a kayak. I'm definitely haulin'!

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This life isn't for everybody. I've had women drop their jaw when they learn I live full time in this thing. Most men want to give me a high five. I tried explaining to someone how I don't like sleeping inside houses now because they make me feel claustrophobic. It's not the SIZE…it's the idea of being cooped up in one spot. I feel sorry for people whose views never change. They don't know the joy of taking off on vacation and packing everything you own. You literally have everything you need right behind you. I love traveling and pulling over at lunch time to fix something to eat, stretching out for a little siesta, then heading back out on the open road.

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I am a vagabond. A meanderer. I live a bohemian life. But I am a realist. There are a few drawbacks to living like this. Gas isn't cheap so if you can spend long stretches of time in one spot it sure helps the budget. This reduces the wear and tear on both your vehicle and your camper. There's not a ton of storage so I have a rule…if something comes in, something else has to go out. The sinks and countertops and stovetop are lower than those in a conventional sticks and bricks home and believe it or not, that discourages me from cooking sometimes. It's just awkward. The wastewater tanks have to be emptied when you're dry docked, as I am a good portion of the time. That means hooking this monstrosity up and hauling it across town to the nearest RV dump. And, because it's so big and hooking up is such a chore, I am far less likely to take off and go on a spontaneous adventure.

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That being said…it's mine. I own it, lock stock and memory foam mattress and the security of that alone makes everything else worthwhile. Yes, I love my life…my little house on wheels.

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God Bless this Trailer Home!

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❤

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\"By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.\"

\nHebrews 11:9-10\n
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There are a lot of storms in life. You would be hard pressed to find anyone who could honestly say they had been untouched by calamity. Some people suffer storm after storm and never seem to catch a break. Others are ducks bobbing in a pond and nothing seems to touch them. But you simply cannot weather the storm of grief without coming out the other side a changed person (not that there IS an \"other side\"…it's more a case of the clouds parting…for longer and longer intervals.)

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Just as in nature, lightning flashes, thunder crashes, and grief rains all over you….soaking you to the skin. You get washed away in the rising flood with regularity until you learn to take your boots and your raincoat and your umbrella. And maybe a boat. It takes a long time for you to remember you even HAVE those things. In most cases, you have to find new ones because the old ones don't work anymore.

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I was looking through my phone yesterday and came across my favorite picture of Mr. Virgo. There was a time when that would have started an uncontrollable storm the likes of which I was hard pressed to survive. But, little by little, I have gathered my rain gear about me and discovered I'm a pretty hardy sailor when put out to sea. Yesterday, I looked at that picture and smiled and thought to myself, \"He's forever 62!\" He'll never suffer the infirmities of age. He'll never have the humiliation of that colonoscopy he so dreaded. He'll never have a diagnosis of cancer or Alzheimer's. He'll never be maimed in an accident. He'll never be relegated to a wheelchair or a nursing home. No, Mr. Virgo went out at the top of his game. He was well loved, both personally and professionally. He accomplished so much in his life and had seen incredible places. He met amazing people. He parented two beautiful daughters and step-parented mine and those of his second wife. He was a Papa to my grandchildren. He had been married to two other strong, wonderful women. And he married me. He adored me. ME! Imagine that!

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Really….what more could a person ask for in life? More time? Of course. But we made very good use of the time we were given. We certainly didn't waste one moment of it arguing…ever. And now…I can dance in the rain, splash in the puddles, and remember a beautiful love story.

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And…I can smile.

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❤

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\"God’s voice thunders in marvelous ways; he does great things beyond our understanding. He says to the snow, ‘Fall on the earth,’ and to the rain shower, ‘Be a mighty downpour.’ So that everyone he has made may know his work, he stops all people from their labor.\"

\nJob 37:5-7\n
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That's Yiddish/German for \"OMG!\" I went to Zaidy's yesterday…a Jewish deli. (Zaidy is Yiddish for Grandpa.) I lived 27 years of my life as a Jewish mother. When Hubby #2 joined a practice in a small town in the mountains in Colorado, we started organizing dinners, parties, and holidays for the Jews (and lapsed Jews and latent Jews) in our little community. I love the holidays and traditions and most of all…the food! My picture was often in the newspaper cooking some delicacy or other…or lighting the Menorah with my younger daughter to celebrate Chanukah. My favorite meal to prepare was the Passover Seder. Matzoh ball soup, gefilte fish, chopped liver, brisket, potato kugel. Oh…enough to make you swoon! We started out with about 10 guests the first year. I finally had to move the Seder to a bigger venue after serving a sit down dinner for 45 people in our basement. After that, it was held in the basement of the Presbyterian Church and the last one I organized and cooked for sat 75. That's one thing a Jewish mother does best….feed a ton of people! I got great satisfaction from it.

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I was down in Cherry Creek yesterday and decided to pop into Zaidy's for a late lunch. I ordered the lox and bagel with everything and a couple of pletzels (yes, that is spelled correctly)…an oniony flat bread. Oy! SO good! And such warm memories.

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\"Let me get you something to eat, so you can be refreshed and then go on your way—now that you have come to your servant.” “Very well,” they answered, “do as you say.\"

\nGenesis 18:5\n
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This was my view last night as I sat on the patio visiting with my friends. This is such a magical place. I've posted from here many times and its beauty never ceases to amaze me. The mountain you see in the distance is Mesa Verde, home of the Ancient Ones…the Cliff Dwellers. There's good energy here. But alas…it was just a short stay this time as I head out on the road again today. Not at all sure where I'm heading. Footloose and fancy free…that's me!

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Sue and I had some good discussions about my book this weekend which will involve some revisions but will make it even better. I'm looking forward to getting this done.

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I'll send pics of the sights today.

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❤

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\"He made the moon to mark the seasons, and the sun knows when to go down.\"

\nPsalm 104:19\n
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I took this photo a couple of years ago on the first leg of my Grand Adventure. I went on a long drive yesterday afternoon up by the ski area and the lupine looked just the same as this. I love them! They are airy and misty lavender-blue. I cannot believe how green it is in the high country right now. I was told Colorado has had ten inches of rain this spring. If it continues, it will look much like back east. But if it dries out, as it is likely to do soon, we could be in for a heck of a fire season due to the incredible amount of underbrush that has developed. We went from cool and rainy last week to 93 degrees and bone dry the last three days. It will dry out fast if that keeps up. In the meantime it was a beautiful weekend!

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I had a deep awakening yesterday. I love it when someone who knows me well points out the obvious flaws in my logic that I simply do not see. Such was the case with yesterday's post. A friend of mine who is wont to shake me by the scruff of the neck, did just that. I have, on more than one occasion, spoken of my \"failure as a doctor's wife\"…as if it were some kind of job I had applied for and had the skills but just didn't complete it successfully.

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I have always looked at that as a role I played instead of just being married to someone who happened to be a doctor. His job. Not mine. Being a doctor's wife was never my \"job\" so how could I fail at it? As my friend points out so eloquently, I was \"never responsible for his approval or his happiness\" so how could I be a failure? Wow…..just, wow.

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I am quick to tell others, including my children, that we are not responsible for anyone's happiness but our own. Yet, here I am…fifteen years after the fact…considering myself a failure at something I had no control over. I have carried the belief (however deeply it was buried) that I did not make my husband happy so he left me for someone else. I convinced myself, and subsequently tried to convince YOU, that I failed as a \"Doctor's Wife\" as if there was a certain skill set I should have had in place and didn't. How liberating! I can let go of that belief. I'm free of the lingering self-recrimination that came with that falsehood. I love, love, LOVE when another layer gets peeled back and I can \"clean house\" inside!

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The new belief is \"At one time, we loved each other deeply then we grew apart. We each found true love with someone else.\" Period. No judgements. Wow.

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❤

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\"The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding.\"

\nProverbs 4:7\n
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I've finally chosen my fabric for curtains for my little house on wheels. I want a Shabby Chic look but without all the pastels and ruffles and little birds and cutsie stuff. I want soft yet sophisticated...sort of organic to reflect my writing style.

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I had an issue with one of the two small shirt closets. I hung shirts in one and hung a sweater organizer from the rod in the other to use as storage for my dainties. After a year, the organizer began to sag and every time I opened the door after driving, my dainties ended up on the floor. I needed shelves in there. Daughter #1 and I went to IKEA the other night and found these great wire baskets that connect and hang down as many as you need. My closet fit five of them and now my lingerie is neatly folded and placed inside.

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While at IKEA, I found this charcoal and white fabric with big cabbage roses on it. I bought enough to make curtains and may have enough to make some throw pillows. It's sophisticated and simple. I found the wallpaper online last week and I think it will offer the perfect contrast to the florals. I have two accent walls that are very dark. The grey and white trees should brighten things up in here and offer some texture.
I'm getting excited about fixing the house up now!

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❤

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The sun! It came back…outside AND inside! Just as I predicted, I was perfectly fine when I woke up yesterday even though it was still raining and grey out. But by 3:00, the sun broke through and the world was fresh and green…swept clean by the downpours of the past week.

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There's always going to be a stumbling block on this path. I've spent the last eight months in West Virginia…a place Mr. Virgo visited once for a week. I've been back in Colorado a week and he's around every corner. I didn't realize how much impact that would have until I lived it. I need to change my reaction. Instead of feeling grieved when I \"see\" him in familiar places, I need to feel the joy in the memories. Find the happy. The rest will take care of itself.

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And…today is my birthday. I refuse to let it be \"just another day\". I think the weather will hold out and be nice. I'll either take a bike ride or kayak on the reservoir…maybe both! I'll spend time with family. There's a movie I'd like to see. I'll talk with friends. And I'll celebrate another trip around the sun. Because, without the dark moments, how could I possibly appreciate the sun?

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❤

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\"“Show me, Lord, my life’s end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting my life is. You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.\"

\nPsalm 39:4-5\n
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When your children have grown, parenting changes dramatically. Of course, long gone are the braces and swim practice and adolescent angst. Now, it's the grandchildren doing it and it is such a joy for me to watch my older daughter parent her 'tween daughter. She is so patient and so wise. Far more wise than I was at her age. She empowers her daughter to handle her own problems as best she can before stepping in. Me? I was an over-involved helicopter mom who was hyper vigilant. Yet, the girls are doing fine. Daughter #1 is a beautiful mother. Daughter #2 is still in college, unmarried, no children…still finding herself and her place in the world. My kids are very nearly 16 years apart so there is no comparison.

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I miss the days when they were little, but I wouldn't want to do it over again. Certainly not at this age. I have a friend that I graduated from high school with and she just adopted her two year old grandson. OMGosh! I cannot imagine but I am so proud of her for taking this on and giving this little man a stable home. I would if I had to, of course…but it sure wouldn't be easy. God gives us children when we're young enough that a) we have no clue what can go wrong and b) we have the energy and patience necessary.

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I bought my older grand daughter a laptop and gave it to her today. She had never used Windows 8 before but she picked it up in a heartbeat. It amazes me what the kids of today will be able to accomplish with the technology that's available. She is going into a college prep school this fall. She's eleven! Yes, parenting is entirely different now than it was when I was raising my babies.

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I'm such a proud Mom…and Nana.

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❤

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\"Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth.\"

\nPsalm 127:3-4\n
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This is amazing. Every day more people come and squeeze into any available space in the campground. I've never seen anything like it! I hope to get a panoramic view of the field tomorrow. Thank GOD it hasn't rained. This field isn't referred to as \"Mudville\" for nothing! We were brilliant…we selected the family camping area so it is really quiet. At least it is right now because the late show is still going on.

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I'm sitting outside my \"home\" as I write this. I'm trying to imagine. What if this was how we all HAD to live? Crammed together in a field. People living in makeshift tents, screen rooms, old buses and vans. Large, energy guzzling RVs and travel trailers like mine. What if this was our real home? Water and food would soon become an issue. As would sanitation. Rains would turn this lovely new-mown hay field into a boggy quagmire. Tempers would soon flair. The sense of peace and love and community created by the joint intention of the gathering would soon be lost…given away to fear and greed and envy. Fight or flight. You see it in third world countries every day. I experienced it in the jungles of Mexico many years ago.

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As I'm sitting here, I look at my \"home\" and I'm filled with humble gratitude. I am positively affluent! I have a clean, safe place to live. I am free to live wherever I choose. I am so very grateful for everything God has blessed me with. Truly.

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❤

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\"Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy.\"

\nPsalm 47:1\n
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What a fun weekend. Busy, busy, busy! A trip to the farm for stuff, live music, coffee with the '71 Divas, a five mile kayak trip around Middle Island, a trip to Blennerhassett Island with a friend, grocery shopping, and a cookout. Only two days left to get everything done. I have always worked well under pressure but this is ridiculous! lol

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In the midst of chaos, I found peace on the river. I told a friend of mine how I've always been afraid of water and really afraid of a kayak. Then, the first morning, I just got in and paddled like I've been doing it forever. My friend said, \"I thought you were scared of the water?\" I called back, \"Yeah…well, I'm ok now!\" It was nothing like I envisioned. It was smooth and so, so peaceful. Of course, my arms were really sore after the five mile trip, but after 12 hours, they were much improved.

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What is a fear you have conquered?

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❤

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\"And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.\"

\nPhilippians 4:7\n
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It's not National BBQ day.

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Remember the meaning of the day.

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Teach children.

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Honor the fallen.

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Have a moment of silence before you have your burgers and dogs.

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Count your lucky stars.

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Thank God.

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❤

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I'm counting down the days to lift off. My list is long. I have one, maybe two trips left out to the farm. Yet, I'm still finding time to play. I'm fitting in some kayaking this morning. Visiting with a friend in the afternoon. Cookout in the evening. SO much to do in the next few days and I'm feeling confident and capable.

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There was a time in my life when I wasn't capable of doing much of anything. If you had to come up with something good to say about my abilities back then, you might have said something like, \"Well, she breathed in and out all day without too much trouble.\" In the depth of my depression sixteen years ago, I wasn't capable of accomplishing much on a daily basis. Couple that with myriad medications and I was just going through the motions. I call those the Prozac years. I don't remember much of my forties.

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By the time I met Mr. Virgo, I had been off all meds for five years and was a totally different person. Yet still I didn't feel terribly self confident about my place in the world. I deferred a lot of my abilities to my husband. He was so adept at everything. I didn't have to worry my pretty little head about much of anything. Then he up and died on me and left me to figure this all out on my own.

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Something instinctively told me I had to travel solo to find myself. There was no one else to rely on. No one to hold me in the dark of night. Not in the physical plane, anyway. I always have God with me. And He gives me the strength to face the days…and nights…on my own. He gives me discernment. I have discovered that, with God…I truly CAN do anything. I am capable. I am strong. I am brave even when I sometimes don't feel I am.

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There is no way you can travel alone and not discover how capable you truly are. It is the deepest gift you can give yourself.

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❤

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\"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.\"

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My mother was quite handy with a needle. She was a perfectionist. Her embroidery was tiny, intricate, and perfect. She used to drive me crazy when she sewed clothes. She basted every seam and ripped stitches out for the smallest mistakes that only her eyes could see.

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When Mom was expecting my older brother, she embroidered some quilt squares with the state birds and flowers. She only did 45 or 46 of them. Then life got busy with babies and a sad, disappointing marriage and the squares got wrapped in tissue and tucked into the cedar chest. I found them 35 years later on a trip home and asked if I could have them to make a quilt. I knew nothing about quilting but I read Mother Earth News and fancied myself as some sort of earth mother. I gardened, baked my own bread, made yogurt and tofu by hand, and rode horses every afternoon in the summer and skied in the winter. I rocked in front of the fire in my log house in the Rockies and pieced my first quilt. By the time I got about a third done quilting it, I had a baby and in typical Gemini fashion, never went back to it.

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At the beginning of this year when my living situation changed, my high school friend Ginny called me up and offered her home to me while she was away in Wyoming with her kids. Her apartment is located over her quilt shop in a two story brick Victorian. Ginny does long-arm quilting so I saw my opportunity to get this quilt finished. She carefully took out all my terribly uneven stitches, replacing the horrible puffy polyester batting, and came up with the perfect floral fabric for the backing. I went over yesterday and picked it up. And here it is…Mama's Quilt.

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Sixty-four years in the making. Stitched in West Virginia, toted to Colorado to be lovingly pieced together, dragged to different houses, stuffed in various closets, and…finally, toted BACK across the country only to be finished in Ohio by my high school friend. Around, around, around…a quilt is born.

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And Mama smiles.

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❤

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\"a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,\".

\nEcclesiastes 3:7\n
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Travel is in my blood. I don't know if it's the Gemini in me that wants to see and learn and experience new things or if I just get bored easily. Some have accused me of running away from my grief by never stopping for long. While that may have been true early on, I don't believe that is currently the case. I just love the experience of feeling the wind in my hair as I travel with my home following close behind. I love the sound of the world beneath my wheels. I love an ever changing view. I love seeing the microcosms that make up the myriad worlds within the big picture. I dearly love meeting new people along the way…capturing stories like little blue butterflies in the summer sun.

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I am rapidly approaching the next shift. I made another trip out to the farm yesterday to gather up a load of things to distribute. OMGosh! It was SO hot and humid out there. Not a breath of breeze and I was totally spent by 1:00. As I was going through stuff, I came across this painted black box. Unfortunately, it was broken but I found a remarkable gift inside. The glass framed picture lining the lid had fallen out. It was a page from an old magazine that someone had glued to the glass. Totally unremarkable on the side that showed. But look what I found on the inside!!!

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The moral of the story: You can find some of the most amazing gifts within…once you are broken open.

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❤

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\"Lord Almighty, blessed is the one who trusts in you.\"

\nPsalm 84:12\n
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I had lunch yesterday with a Facebook friend that I graduated high school with. After four hours talking nonstop, we left as real life friends. We didn't know each other all that well in school which is a shame really. I believe I missed out on a good friend all these years.

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I had things to do yesterday but when my lunch hour turned into the unexpected joy of four hours of heartfelt conversation, I felt it was much more important to eat ice cream and get my toes done than to drive to the farm for another load of stuff. I seldom have conversations with the pedicurist but she asked where I live and what I do. So, I set my phone aside and engaged in a beautiful moment of sharing with a woman from the other side of the world with a vastly different cultural background than mine. Her name is Happy...and aptly so. I told her I live everywhere. She was concerned about how I get my mail. I told her I am a writer. She asked what I write about. I told her about losing Mr. Virgo and how I write to tell people there is life after this terrible pain. She went on to tell me she is Buddhist. We spoke about the importance of living in the moment because this is what we have. We spoke of being happy. In her words, \"We can go to bed at night with shoes on our feet and wake up the next morning, never to see those shoes again. You must be happy with what you have.\" I loved her immensely.

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My wish for you today is to find your bliss...be happy in your shoes.

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❤

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\"In the way of righteousness there is life; along that path is immortality.\" Proverbs 12:2

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I love a good ol' West Virginia thunderstorm. And when you're on the river, the sound echoes up and down the valley. It's just so much cooler than CO storms. Maybe it's the altitude or the humidity. Whatever it is, I love it!

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I spent yesterday going through the stuff I brought from the farm that I had stored in the shed here on the property. It was hotter than blue blazes. My time here is rapidly dwindling. In just over two weeks I head to Nelsonville for the music festival. I leave from there to head to Colorado. January and February crawled. They literally were 12 weeks long…EACH! April and May were an hour…combined! One of my sweetest friends is going to store a few things for me like my winter clothes and tires. And those dishes I can't part with. And one box of mementos. And that's it…I promise!

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My schedule is filling up with social events, exercise gatherings, a quick trip to Columbus to get the recall work done on the camper, not to mention a few more trips out to the farm to get my stuff. I'm going to need a little R&R in there for a bike ride or two and at least one more paddle up the river on my kayak. Think I can get it all done by the 28th? ;-)

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❤

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\"So Jacob served seven years to get Rachel, but they seemed like only a few days to him because of his love for her.\"

\nGenesis 29:20\n
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My word of the year…grace. I revisit it daily. I ponder. Am I living a life filled with grace? Am I exemplifying God's grace in my interactions with people? Am I searching for those moments where I can practice grace?

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Life is full right now. I'm extremely busy wrapping things up here in West Virginia yet all I want to do is go out and play and enjoy the weather…the countryside…my friends. However, I've made commitments. To myself…to sort through my belongings and get the last of my things organized and distributed, either stored in my camper, donated, tossed or given to those who will love them as much as I did. To my aunt…as I promised my things would be gone by the first of June. To a friends of mine…that I wouldn't leave my stuff in her storage area in front of the things she needs access to. (Fail! She had to move some of my stuff yesterday and I felt bad I wasn't there to do it.)

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Another area I am practicing grace is in my interactions with a couple of people who haven't been particularly gracious with me lately. Taking the high road is not necessarily easy, but it feels better in the end.

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One place I can always sit quietly and feel God's grace is looking at this view of the river. I mean…how can you question the existence of a Higher Power when you're looking at this beauty? It's so peaceful and still. When there is no wind, the surface of the water is like glass. The current carries its energy through the valley and fills you with its strength. It is ever present, ever moving, ever changing. The light varies by the minute and nothing is the same from evening to evening. This is where I feel closest to God. This is where I feel grace. I will miss the river this summer.

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❤

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\"Blessed are those whose strength is in you, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage.\" Psalm 84:5

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I've been thinking about this YOLO mentality. You only live once. Absolutely NOT TRUE. Unless you've been resuscitated after a medical emergency, you only DIE once. Every day you wake up on the right side of the grass is an opportunity to live again. Every…single…day. What are you going to do with your time here? It doesn't last forever, you know. I've already wasted SO much of what I have been allotted. I could leave this restaurant that I'm sitting in as I write this and get hit by a bus. That makes this next hour really precious, doesn't it? So, I'll really enjoy this chili relleno and chips, I'll browse in the antique store next door, and look both ways when I cross the street.

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I want more.

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❤

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\"The teaching of the wise is a fountain of life, turning a person from the snares of death.\"

\nProverbs 13:14\n
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The summer after Mr. Virgo died, I began what I referred to as \"The Grand Adventure\". Not only was I going out in the world to do and see things I had never experienced before, I was also doing it all alone…for the first time in my life. I had taken respite weekends before, but nothing like I was about to face. It was daunting and exhilarating, melancholic and joyful. It was a time of many violent shifts in my psyche, my mood, my thinking. I wasn't at all sure I could DO it…period. Let alone, do it alone. But I knew I needed to. I needed to take the first step down the path or I would never make it through the valley of death that is grief.

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After buying Little TOW-Wanda and getting some obligations taken care of, I took off for the hills. I circled Colorado twice in three months and then took my oldest daughter and her family to see Mt. Rushmore. Those months alone on the road were exactly what I needed. I connected with my broken heart. I allowed myself the gut-wrenching sobs that come with that kind of pain. I explored places inside me that had never seen the light of day. It was cathartic and exhausting and allowed me to crawl out of the wreckage…at least the initial crash.

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Grief is a crazy thing. It transforms you in ways you never, ever considered. And, as uncomfortable and painful as it is, it's an easy place to stay. It's much easier to pull the covers over your head and to be excused by society with \"Oh, poor dear…she lost her husband, don't you know.\" Complicated grief is an actual diagnosis. Every grief is different. Each person walks his/her own path. As incredible as it may seem, you can get too comfortable in your pain when moving through it seems insurmountable. After all, who looks at a fire and says \"Oh, yeah! I can walk through that!\" Especially when you can't see the other side. The thing is, there are pockets of sweetness along the path that you'll never know are there until you stumble upon them in the flames. And these sweet spots are SO worth the journey.

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The Grand Adventure, Part 2 saw me selling my house, drastically downsizing, and reincarnating my little 16' camper into TOW-Wanda Grande, the behemoth \"Porta Party\" that I call home. My first stop has been WV, beloved home of my youth. And, if you've been following along this whole time, you'll know the initial intent was to care for an elderly aunt on the family farm but that ended at Christmas. It's very sad that the relationship has been permanently damaged, I'm afraid. But the sweet spots inside that painful scenario brought me to the river, and to further opportunities for healing and growth. I will be forever grateful to my friends for allowing me to live on their property. It's been a scene of transformation and I am peaceful.

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This week will see the beginning of Part 3 as The Grand Adventure continues. A friend and I head out Tuesday for parts south. I am thrilled to see what is around the next bend and will bring you along with pictures and commentary. I wonder what delicious, juicy, excitement life will bring me next?

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❤

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\"Thus they set out from the mount of the LORD three days' journey, with the ark of the covenant of the LORD journeying in front of them for the three days, to seek out a resting place for them. The cloud of the LORD was over them by day when they set out from the camp.\"

\nNumbers 10:33-34\n
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Sometimes, after a perfect day, one is left totally spent and without words. Yesterday was such a day.

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Coffee with classmates, a 15 mile bike ride, great salad for lunch, a trip to the bike shop and mall, then the evening spent with friends. Perfectly happy!

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Enjoy your Sunday!

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Ok, ok, ok…I'm the QUEEN of procrastination! I sat down yesterday at 10:00 to work on my taxes. Piece of cake, I said. A full FOURTEEN hours later, Turbo Tax is taunting me with \"We've only found TWELVE items that need your attention.\" Seriously??? I mean…SERIOUSLY? I have no one to blame but myself. 'Cause, hey…there's only ME. In my defense, I have always filed my taxes on my big desktop computer. It's been packed away since last June. In the process of downsizing, my really super big monitor went by the wayside and I substituted it with the small one Mr. Virgo used for photography. I pulled the CPU out from under the couch in my camper and set it up….hmmmmm, ok…on my bed. That'll work.

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Next, cables. I had them in an old ammo box on the floor on the other side of the bed. And the monitor? Balanced it on the plastic tub I've been carting it around in since Colorado. Great…everything was hooked up and….the monitor gave me a message. \"No signal detected.\" Terrific! I tried every configuration and even switched out cables. I was about to lose my religion when I texted a friend and asked what on earth I could be doing wrong. She suggested I turn everything off and start the computer up again. Voila! It worked. The next thing was gather all my papers. Now, this camper isn't that big, and I made a concerted effort to keep every important paper onboard and not tuck them in a box somewhere. But even with that, my W2's were in a folder in the truck, the receipts were in an old purse, and the rest of the important papers were in the designated \"Important Paper Box\" on the shelf over my bed.

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Once gathered, I started entering the data. I got as far as \"Prescription Costs\" when I realized I had a problem. I do all my finances on my old laptop. I use Quicken which is pretty handy. I used to be really good at keeping up with downloading my transactions every month. But since Mr. Virgo died, I've only downloaded them when it was time to do the taxes. Yeah…he's rolling his eyes, too. I tried four or five times to connect to my bank and kept getting an error message that it's not detecting the internet. Banks have changed their security parameters since the onslaught of the rabid \"Poodle Virus\". I'm not kidding. There's a \"Poodle Virus\".

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After a phone call to my bank and three sessions with the online chat support for Turbo Tax, I finally was able to download my transactions and spent the next several hours categorizing all 1278 of them. Sigh. Finally, finally, finally…at 12:10am…on TAX DAY…I filed my returns. Feeling a little smug, I sat down and figured out how much this day cost me. TurboTax $49. Quicken upgrade $69. Virus Protection Renewal $84 for 2 years. Sold a house so needed TurboTax upgrade $31.11. Second State (Yes, I had to pay for WV…a state in which I did not make an income but I needed to file, nonetheless.) $42.39. Electronic Filing Fee for the 2 state returns $52.98.

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$328.48 and I didn't get out of my jammies. Heck, I barely made it out of my bed! But here's the GOOD news…I'm getting a big enough refund to actually PAY for filing my taxes and have a little left over for coffee or something. AND…I got to spend 14 hours doing it. Silver lining. What's the silver lining? I didn't have to PAY. I didn't have to file an extension. And I am done so I can get back to the really fun stuff…like sorting through boxes and donating items for NEXT year's taxes! See? There's ALWAYS a silver lining!

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❤

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\"Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.\"

\nProverbs 27:1\n
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Yesterday was laundry day. Now that I have running water in my camper, I can hand wash delicates and hang them out to dry. But that doesn't work for everything so a trip to the laundromat was in order. Doing laundry at home is one of the luxuries of my \"former lifestyle\" that I have to admit, I miss. But really, the biggest hassle is where to put the laundry basket while I accumulate enough dirty clothes to make a trip worthwhile. On the upside, I can do multiple loads at the same time and a chore that used to take all day is easily completed in a couple of hours. Also, I've had lovely conversations with people while I'm waiting for the machines to do their thing. I invariably learn something…about them, about the world, about myself. Hardworking people who may be struggling in today's economy. The middle aged mom who is remodeling her laundry room. The 61 year old writer who gave up the house with the washer and dryer in order to have a simpler life. Yes…it is my choice to live this simpler version of me.

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Ginny…version 61.8. :-)

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So far, even with the sacrifices, I'm enjoying it immensely.

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I am finding the drive to exercise again. That is SO hard for me because I repeatedly tell anyone who stands still long enough that I hate to exercise. So therefore…I hate to exercise. In my Pollyanna-esque way…I'm changing my viewpoint. From now on, I'm going to go outside to play. When did we stop playing? When we were kids, we couldn't WAIT to go out and ride our bikes or roller skate…running around from dawn till dusk. Now we whine and complain like someone is trying to torture us. Nope, I'm going outside to play. Come join me.

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Ollie, Ollie out's, in free!

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❤

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\"They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb.\"

\nPsalm 19:10\n
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I'm making progress on several fronts, not the least of which is the personal growth I have been forced to make when my life changed so drastically. I was talking with a friend yesterday and told her I never, ever would have dreamed this is what my life would look like. I never could have imagined surviving the loss of half my heart when Mr. Virgo died. I'm still plowing through the stuff that I brought with me from Colorado that's been stored out at the farm. I'm picking out the things that are most often used, not easily replaced, or have the dearest sentimental value. The rest has to go.

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I was going through another truckload last week when I opened a small plastic box. In the bottom were three greeting cards from Mr. Virgo. I saw them and immediately my heart twisted and tears crept behind my eyes. I allowed myself two minutes to feel the sadness. Then I sat on the tailgate of my pickup and opened the Anniversary card.

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\"You are the love of my life.\"

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Seven little words. One huge, monumental sentiment. Suddenly, this immense rush of joy, love, and pride rushed over me. What was initially a land mine…a heart bomb…became a gift that was even MORE special than the day I first received it. The love that was put in that card sat in that box and grew and grew and grew till it just splashed all over me when I picked it up.

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I was! I WAS the love of his life! I was SO loved that I was the most important thing in this really great guy's life! And, I married him on April 7, 2007. I got to ride on a velvet pillow carried by a very handsome man! I carry his heart safely tucked inside my own.

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I've been trying to sort out my feelings the last few days. I miss him. I'll always miss him. April 7th will always be a special day, but not always a painful day. I celebrate our love and honor Mr. Virgo in different ways every day…whether it's through my writing or telling a funny story about him to a friend or talking to him as I sit by the river. I can feel myself letting go of his hand. And I can feel his approval. Today I'm doing well. There will be other days that will challenge me…but today I am feeling more whole than I have in two years. This is not a bad thing.

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❤

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'Who is left among you who saw this temple in its former glory? And how do you see it now? Does it not seem to you like nothing in comparison?\"

\nHaggai 2:3\n
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Twenty-five years! A quarter of a century! How could this time have passed so quickly? My baby…my youngest…my last little one.

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My children are nearly 16 years apart. That wasn't how I planned it. We were putting her daddy through medical school, then residency, then setting up a practice so there just wasn't any time. Finally we decided, it was now or never…and we set about bringing this beautiful soul into the world.

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Those were the days of science. I was 36 years old. Ovulation predictor kits can take all the fun out of making babies. The first month flat out didn't work. The second month I was in Atlanta visiting my dear friend, Cande. As luck would have it, the spot turned blue while I was there. I was lamenting to my friend that this was going to be another wasted month. Her precocious little three-year-old who was playing on the floor near by piped up and said, \"My daddy can help you. He makes beautiful babies!\" I thanked her and told her I already had a daddy picked out.

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The third time was the charm, and nine months later this beautiful old soul joined us. She was captivating. Strangers would cross the street just to touch her hand. When I carried her around in my arms, she held court. People always commented on her eyes. She wasn't necessarily an easy child. It was a challenge to keep up with her. She could read the alphabet at 17 months old. She is sensitive and artistic. She is my free spirit. My alternative, tattooed hippie chick, Earth mother who's dance gives me great joy.

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This one was devastated when we lost Mr. Virgo. She was only 15 when he came into our lives. Introducing a stepfather at that age can go either way…either he's going to blend in well or it's going to be a nightmare. I needn't have worried…she fell in love with him just as I had. They were very close, and losing him was her first experience with death. It is so difficult to see your children in pain and nearly impossible to help them when yours is nearly drowning you.

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She had a tough road between my illness, divorce, and losing her \"second dad\" but she worked hard and made it through. I am proud of the woman she has become.

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Happy Birthday, Pookiest!

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❤

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Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.

\nPsalm 127:3-5 ESV\n
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Have you ever had someone on your mind and out of the blue you run into them or they call you? Can you honestly say that's just a coincidence? I don't know…maybe it is, but it has happened so often, I am disinclined to think it was an accident. I used to jump and call the person when that happens but I've learned to smile and wait. Invariably, I hear from them within a week or two.

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Before I met Mr. Virgo, I dated Mr. Cowboy. He has popped in my head multiple times the last two weeks. We have remained close friends over the years. He lost his wife a couple months before I lost Mr. Virgo. It was such a treat to hear from him! We compared notes and have discovered we are both doing well. He, alone in the desert. Me, alone on a bluff overlooking the river. We are walking a journey together….2,000 miles apart. Mr. Cowboy is reading The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz. Really great book that has helped me tremendously. If you get a chance, read it.

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Today is another day working in my friend's bathroom and hope to be done soon.

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❤

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\"Nevertheless, each person should live as a believer in whatever situation the Lord has assigned to them, just as God has called them. This is the rule I lay down in all the churches.\"

\n1 Corinthians 7:17\n
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My brother/friend, Greg, sent me this photo of his dinner the other night when we were chatting online. He is a worldly man and mentioned this meal would easily feed three people in some countries. Most Americans live with such abundance.

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I've been thinking a lot about abundance lately. Drastically downsizing and living in a camper on a riverbank without running water through the coldest, snowiest winter West Virginia has seen in years has been an enlightening experience. It not only has taught me how little I need, it has shown me just how abundant my life has become. I live in the lap of luxury compared to many. It has made me grateful for the simplest pleasures…a hot bath, laundry facilities, good music, stimulating conversation. There is something primal going on here. My joy titer is on the rise.

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I can't imagine going back to the way I was before. I can't imagine living in a building that costs enough to house 200 people. I can't imagine living in black and white again. I don't want the chains that are hidden inside affluence. When life turns into pure love…you become a butterfly.

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❤

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\"I thank my God every time I remember you.\"

\nPhilippians 1:3\n
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Almost Heaven. Mountain Mama. Even with the disappointment of not getting to live on the family farm and struggling through some pretty rough winter weather in a camper, West Virginia still holds an allure for me. I have really been looking forward to spending spring here. I've only had one spring in WV since I left for good in 1975. I'm looking forward to the dogwood and redbud blooming. The spring flowers are already popping up here and there. Trees are budding, birds are singing, peepers are…well, peeping. I woke up early Tuesday and listened to the day begin. And it really felt like spring even though it was much cooler than Monday's high of 72.

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I worked my friend on Tuesday. We are making great progress on her bathroom. We hung the last piece of paneling and cut all the trim for around the ceiling. We did a little trimming around the closet door and also trimmed out the threshold between the hall and the bathroom. I can hardly wait to see it finished. I know my friend can't! Manual labor feels good.

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Now that Spring is here and we can all get out and play, I know without a doubt I'm going to miss this place when I head back to Colorado in June. But I miss my babies and my kids, my brother and my friends. I need to get there and give them a squeeze or two. But I'll be back. I'm not sure yet but I'm thinking Florida sounds pretty good for the cold, snowy months of winter. I have two \"homes\". Maybe I'll try for three!

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❤

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\"How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land? If I forget you, Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its skill. May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you, if I do not consider Jerusalem my highest joy.\"

\nPsalm 137:4-6\n
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Ok, it's not OFFICIALLY spring yet, but the peepers came out this weekend and that's a sure sign we're on the right side of winter. I swear, I feel as though the governor called and stayed my execution…I couldn't be any more relieved that the warm days are here.

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The weekend was filled with great music, wonderful friends, and good food. The weather was warm and sunny. Consequently, the river is cresting this morning. We didn't get the rain that was predicted so I think the flooding won't be quite as bad as they thought.

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Last night I began to mentally prepare myself for the trip today to the farm for another load. I'll be heading there with a friend and I hope to get another truckload out. Some of these items are going to be hard to let go of so my mantra today is \"JOY\". Joy that I am lightening my load. Joy that I am trimming the sails. Joy that others will find use in my treasures. Joy in those items that will be given to family and friends as tokens of my affection. I will gauge what I keep by the amount of joy the item gives me.

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I live a life of abundance with so little. I have more than I need in my camper and many of those items will also move on to new homes. I cannot imagine why I had a 3 bedroom house FULL of stuff. I can't fathom the three full closets of clothes I had. The linen closets filled with multiple sets of sheets and towels. Pots and pans of every size and variety. I lived my life buying two of everything so I'd still have one when the first one wore out or broke. I lived with a \"can't live without it\" mentality. What a waste. A waste of resources. A waste of time. A waste of life. I am so looking forward to each step towards cleaning and clearing away the clutter in my life. For every \"thing\" taken away leaves more room for living.

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❤

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\"My heart is not proud, Lord, my eyes are not haughty; I do not concern myself with great matters or things too wonderful for me. But I have calmed and quieted myself, I am like a weaned child with its mother; like a weaned child I am content.\"

\nPsalm 131:1-2\n
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Living large has such a different look now than it did even just a couple of years ago. I've been a single mother on welfare. I've been a doctor's wife. And I've been in a moderately affluent marriage where the most valuable currency was love and attention. Honey, trust me…a housekeeper is nice but I'll take the love and attention any day of the week over a new car every three years. Without question.

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Now that I am on my own, I have learned to treat myself with that same tender loving care that Mr. Virgo lavished on me. And treating myself looks different as well. If something new comes in, something old goes out. There's a delicate balance. I've sold or given away 90% of my possessions and I'm fast approaching ridding myself of that extra 5%. Unless you have done this yourself, you have no idea how liberating it is. I'm a turtle. My house goes where I go. I owe no one a dime. This has allowed me to be free to go where the mood strikes. My biggest struggle at this point is keeping things tidy in such a small space. I have a tendency to make piles so organization is a new skill I'm practicing.

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What are YOU doing to live a LARGE LIFE?

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❤

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\"Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

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There's something about listening to live music that speaks to my soul. I love the ambiance of an intimate venue. My brother friend Greg says there are many venues in the valley where I lived in Colorado but I just didn't know about them and probably wouldn't have gone if I did. Consequently, I have experienced far more entertainment in the last few weeks than I have in years. It's good for my spirit.

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Todd Burge headlined with special guest, Larry Groce. Todd was debuting his new album. It was a lovely collection of songs written by Todd. It made me want to dance. It made me want Spring.

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❤

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\"They ministered with music before the tabernacle, the tent of meeting, until Solomon built the temple of the Lord in Jerusalem. They performed their duties according to the regulations laid down for them.\"

\n1 Chronicles 6:32\n
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I have a new life. It's not the one I wanted. It's not the one I had planned. But, as God would have it, it's the one that was planned for me long before I came here. Oh, I could sit here and contemplate why this and that happened, but does it really matter? Each step along the way prepared me in some way for the next.

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When I was feeling the crunch of homeownership and the need for less in my life, I was led to sell my house. When I sold my house, I was led to WV to care for my aunt. When that didn't work out, I was led to a friend. She led me to more friends. The more friends you have, the more likely it is that they are spread around a large geographical area. The road to a friend's house is never long. The saying means it's not a real effort to reach out to a true friend. I think it can also be taken more literally. A true network of friends creates a safety net of people who love you and have your back and someone is likely nearby when you need them.

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People are led into your life for a reason and many become truly special. I have such special friends. I have the most amazing family. They are there for me anytime, day or night. They sharpen me. They smooth out my rough edges. They make me think. They push me to be a better person. They make me reach for new heights. The last two months have been difficult but very good for me. I'm healing on a deeper level. Something inside of me is waking up. The first year I was numb. The second year was worse because I was awake. Hopefully life will continue to improve in the coming year.

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❤

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\"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.\"

\nProverbs 27:17\n
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I have spent a good portion of the last couple of days responding to some lovely comments here on The Ranch since my article was published. So many new readers have come to join us on this journey. One gentleman spoke of losing his lovely wife a few years ago. They had planned to sail up and down the eastern seaboard together in the boat of their dreams. When they found she was dying, they sold the boat. Then, a month before she passed, she picked out a new boat for him. One in which she knew he would be safe carrying out their life's dream. What really touched me was, when he has overwhelming feelings of grief, he sits in the back of the boat and watches the water go by, just as life does. I also find water comforting. I'm such a visual person. Water rushing by symbolizes cleansing, birth, hope, life. Water IS life. I can feel the strength pouring back into my soul now. In a little less than two weeks will be Mr. Virgo's second Angelversary. I'm trying it on, like last year's sweater, to see how it fits. I'll let you know.

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One of the recurring themes in the posts the last couple of days is downsizing. The Boomers are retiring. We have enjoyed a level of affluence not available to most people in the generations before us. Our parents were born in, or shortly after, the Great Depression. Our grandparents taught them to keep everything because you did not know when it would be useful. So they clung to possessions, not just for sentiment, but out of fear of doing without. Fear ingrains behaviors like nothing else. Is it any wonder then that we live in houses stuffed to the rafters with everything imaginable?

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Mr. Virgo came to me with literally not much more than a suitcase, a set of pots and pans, and a dog. He drove a beat up old Buick. He lived a simple lifestyle, intentionally. And, God rest his soul, he tried to get me to simplify mine. But I'm a Gemini! I NEED all my stuff! I'm an artist. I NEED all those supplies in all those genres because I don't know which one of me is going to show up in the studio! Will it be the pastel artist or the quilter, the soft doll sculptor or the smocker, the cross stitcher or the jeweler? It's crowded inside my head!

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I resisted purging like the plague. I could think of a million things I would much rather do. But, let me tell you, I'm sorry I didn't do it when I had a partner to help me because doing it alone is brutal. I suggest you have that conversation with your significant other. With your children. What would they want your life to look like without them? What items would they want as an inheritance? Give it to them now. Let go of things. They're just things. They are anchors around your neck and they will drown you and rob you of freedom and peace.

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Let's take a pledge. Tomorrow is a brand new month. We're heading into spring. Let's make a pledge to get rid of \"one a day\". One bag, one box…heck, one THING…every day for a month. In a month, you will have lost, at the very least, 31 items. Maybe even 31 BAGS or BOXES! Your life can look a whole lot different in one month. Go to the store today and buy a box of heavy duty trash bags and leave them someplace where you will stumble over them every day. We can DO this!

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\"Lift up your eyes and look around; all your children gather and come to you. As surely as I live,” declares the Lord, “you will wear them all as ornaments; you will put them on, like a bride.\"

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I'll admit it. I'm a princess. I think my little foray to a local historic hotel for a weekend of indoor camping proves that. I have stayed in some pretty fine hotels around the country, most notably in Aspen. But I have to tell you, I have never been treated better than I was at the Blennerhassett Hotel this weekend. I walked in, literally dragging my suitcase and briefcase, getting stuck in the door on my way in. From the moment they set eyes on me to the moment they placed that same briefcase carefully in my truck at checkout, I was literally treated like royalty. The room I was given was perfectly lovely. A king bed with a hundred pillows and crisp white sheets was a welcome respite. The tub was the perfect size for soaking my so sad and weary bones after the deep freeze of the last couple of weeks. The only thing that was somewhat bothersome was a couple of dogs in a room down the hall. They did create quite a ruckus when their people went out, which seemed to be quite a lot. When I went down for my morning coffee Saturday, I mentioned this to the front desk clerk and she said she would see about it. I went back to my room to write and by 11:00, the barking had not let up. I called down to the front desk and asked if it was at all possible to be moved. There were no questions asked. They immediately moved me to a lovely room, a bit bigger, on the floor above. The bellman had no sooner left till I looked into the bathroom, and…..no tub! Noooooo! The whole purpose of this exercise was to soak in the tub…as long as possible. I called down and told the clerk I really didn't want to be THAT guest and pointed out the lack of a tub. She remembered me telling her how important that was at check in and immediately set to finding me the perfect room. And she did…wow! I have lived in apartments that were smaller than this room! On top of that, I was given a small box of Holl's chocolates \"for my trouble\". Are you kidding??? I felt like a member of the family. Thank you so much, Dorinda and the rest of the staff. Honestly, I couldn't have been happier with my stay and look forward to seeing you all again, even if it's just for coffee or lunch.

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I have learned a lot on this grief journey. First, you must speak your needs, clearly and without fear. If something is not right, no one is going to rescue you and fix it. Second…you need to treat yourself once in awhile. When you are nearing the end of your rope, make a phone call…for a massage, for a dinner reservation, for a date with a friend, or…if you really need to pull out the big guns, for a room at a hotel for a night or two. I didn't break the bank here. This is a slow time of year for hotels and they are all too happy to fill their rooms and don't mind giving you a reasonable discount. All it takes is a pleasant demeanor…and maybe a note of crazed cabin fever in your voice…and you can have a huge vacation crammed into 48 hours of bubble baths and chocolate. Be good to yourself…you NEED it.

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\"Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings\"

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Mr. Virgo was born and raised in Philadelphia and spent a large portion of his life in Florida. However, the home of his heart was Colorado. He knew I wanted to come back to West Virginia and he would have done anything for me. So, a few years ago, he came here to this very hotel I'm staying in and interviewed for the Food and Beverage Director position. That's one of the reasons I chose this place to stay for my brief respite from the cold and snow. He had been here. So, a part of his energy remains and I wanted to find it.

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I went down for breakfast and my beloved Starbucks latte. I sat in the big comfy leather chair and visually set a place for Mr. Virgo at the table beside me. I often do that when I'm going out to eat. He \"makes\" me look around and take notice of the restaurant as he used to do. Cleanliness, service, decor, food…all things he taught me about the restaurant business. All things I want to smack him for because it has forever tainted my experience of dining out. :-)

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I sat back and enjoyed my new copy of Home magazine, pausing on occasion to look out at the snow piling up outside. There was soft jazzy \"elevator\" music in the background. Then I felt him. It happens sometimes. I knew he had come in and sat in the chair I had set for him. I smiled knowingly and sent him a mental hello. I knew he was about to send me a message, and I instinctively knew it was going to be through the music playing overhead. He has done that many times. Sure enough, the music switched from canned Muzak to Christina Perri singing \"A Thousand Years\". My heightened awareness led me to listen to every word and hear them as I hadn't before…as a message from a very special man.

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\"A Thousand Years\"

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\"Heart beats fast\nColors and promises\nHow to be brave?\nHow can I love when I'm afraid to fall?\nBut watching you stand alone,\nAll of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.\nOne step closer\n\n[Chorus:]\nI have died every day waiting for you\nDarling, don't be afraid I have loved you\nFor a thousand years\nI'll love you for a thousand more\n\nTime stands still\nBeauty in all she is\nI will be brave\nI will not let anything take away\nWhat's standing in front of me\nEvery breath\nEvery hour has come to this\nOne step closer\n\n[Chorus:]\nI have died every day waiting for you\nDarling, don't be afraid I have loved you\nFor a thousand years\nI'll love you for a thousand more\n\nAnd all along I believed I would find you\nTime has brought your heart to me\nI have loved you for a thousand years\nI'll love you for a thousand more\nOne step closer\nOne step closer\n\n[Chorus:]\nI have died every day waiting for you\nDarling don't be afraid I have loved you\nFor a thousand years\nI'll love you for a thousand more\nAnd all along I believed I would find you\nTime has brought your heart to me\nI have loved you for a thousand years\nI'll love you for a thousand more\"
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My heart warmed, I smiled, and…of course…I got a little lump in my throat as I enjoyed our moment together because I knew it wouldn't last long enough. It never does. The song ended, and just like that, the moment was gone. The music switched back to jazzy Muzak and Mr. Virgo slipped off into the nether regions of the hotel, certainly to follow some unsuspecting server around to make sure she's doing things right.

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❤

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\"No widow may be put on the list of widows unless she is over sixty, has been faithful to her husband, and is well known for her good deeds, such as bringing up children, showing hospitality, washing the feet of the Lord’s people, helping those in trouble and devoting herself to all kinds of good deeds.\"

\n1 Timothy 5:9-10 NIV\n
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I have no interest in the movie with Mr. Grey. I also have no interest in what's been going on outside my camper. Is it too much to ask for a little green? Maybe some crickets? While moving back into my camper has helped me feel less cooped up, I'm longing for a little color in my world! Soon, soon. At least it's warm in here!

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One thing I have quickly discovered is I'm going to have to modify my internet usage on my phone. I am used to unlimited wifi access and you can really use up your data quickly on a cellphone! I upgraded last week to an iPhone 6 Plus. My vision has deteriorated to the point where I am having trouble seeing the screen on the regular phone. Aging isn't for sissies. This is more like a tablet and works well for my daily writing. I remember when I bought our first home computer back in the late '80s. The guy told me someday there would be computers thousands of times more powerful than this huge box I was buying and women would carry them in their purse. Get out! I scoffed. I am a gear head. I love my electronic gadgets and this one is pretty darned handy!

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\"He changes times and seasons; he deposes kings and raises up others. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning.\"

\nDaniel 2:21 NIV\n
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My great grandfather used to say, \"It'll stop hurting when the pain goes away.\" I never quite got the deeper meaning of those words till yesterday. I woke up feeling more peaceful than I have since Mr. Virgo died. It was remarkable. I couldn't put my finger on anything specific…I just felt lighthearted, like I could take on the world. The sun broke the horizon and made the frost on the windows glow a lovely golden yellow. It was 4 degrees outside but inside, my world was warm and beautiful and calm. I just laid there and enjoyed that feeling and was ever so grateful.

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I'm heading for the two year mark now. Some of you have been following along from the beginning. If you are new, I lost my beloved Mr. Virgo in March 2013. We were buying a camper and he had a heart attack and died. I went ahead and bought one and started this journey. We've had lots of ups and downs, you and me. We'll have more. But today is a day to share the love and tell those who are important to you that you care.

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You all have been important to me…and, I care about you. I've gotten to know some of you personally. I recognize your names and look forward to hearing from you. We offer support and prayers for each other when they're needed. We encourage each other when the going gets tough and we applaud each other when we accomplish our goals. I am so proud of this page and of all you brave souls. I love y'all…more than biscuits and gravy! I hope you have a good day.

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❤

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\"And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.\"

\nColossians 3:14 NIV\n
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I mailed fifteen packages of photographs yesterday! I can't tell you what an awesome feeling that is. I decided to celebrate by starting my little renovation project in my camper. I bought a twin sized mattress and box springs. I put them in the space where the dinette sits. I did the same thing in my first camper and loved it. I don't know what I was thinking though. The box springs makes the bed way too high so out they come today. I unhooked the propane tanks today, took them to be filled, and hooked them back up again. I bought sheets for the new bed. I was fortunate to find a twin sized electric blanket and got that as well. I picked up some groceries and headed back to TOW-Wanda. As a reward for getting the scanning done, I slept in my tiny home last night! Today I'm just being still. Life is so sweet.

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❤

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\"When you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.\"

\nProverbs 3:24 NIV\n
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Ok…show of hands. How many of you have felt invisible? Is it just me, or are we becoming more and more invisible the older we get? We are often overlooked, discounted, discarded. We aren't given the good jobs. We're overlooked for promotions and shuffled out the door with early retirement offers…or more often than not, flat out replaced. Doctors don't always listen. Neither do nubile young store clerks. And when we assert ourselves…when we stand up to be counted…when we are a force to be reckoned with, we are labeled a B1+<# or the \"problem patient\". We were trained to \"be nice\", \"don't rock the boat\", \"be a good girl\". At least, that's what I was taught. I'm getting much better at asserting myself, especially now that I am on my own.

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With the Boomers in their Golden Years, there are more people facing retirement now than there ever has been. Statistically, men don't live quite as long as women so the ratio is going to shift markedly before too long. I don't know about you, but I already feel the most invisible around men. I consider myself to be a fairly good looking woman and I have turned my share of heads in the past. Not so anymore. I'm not sending out signals that I'm interested, I suppose. I wear rings on both hands most of the time. I'm not sure I would want to be in another relationship anyway. Also, a woman has to be careful to protect her retirement benefits and marriage is not necessarily the best thing from a financial standpoint once you get to a certain age. I'm in that gray area between \"I miss being part of a couple.\" and \"I'm free to do what I want, when I want.\" I have friends in both camps. The former ache to have some companionship. The latter assure me they're doing fine on their own.

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I have always enjoyed the company of men. I love their testosterone, their comforting bigness, their conversational style. I have some wonderful gentleman friends. I have guys I can talk to on the phone whenever I need. But I'm missing my \"let's go to a movie or out to dinner\" buddies. I haven't really found that here. I'm hoping by expanding my social circle I can meet more people and make more friends that I can hang out with because I don't like feeling invisible. I miss having an instant date. I miss getting all the hugs and kisses I could ever want. I miss the appreciation of a handsome man…MY handsome man. I know it will be a lot easier when Spring comes and I can get out and about more. Freezing temps, freezing rain, gray skies, short days make it more challenging to get out and meet people so I just have to be more creative! The fact that I am doing an incredibly tedious job scanning a gazillion photos onto an external hard drive for hours and hours at a time isn't helping matters any. My \"carrot\" is getting out from under the burden of carting around all this \"stuff\". Every step brings not only me, but also my kids closer to the freedom of not having to go through a house full of crap one day. I want to be free so that if I DO meet a friend who wants to say…travel to Europe, I can drop everything and go. There's some motivation right there!

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❤

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I'm loving this little corner. Plants, light, a quaint view. What a lovely setting for a cup of coffee and my morning musings. I like to set the tone of the day by reading something spiritually based…either my bible or a devotional of some sort. I especially enjoy reading Kristine Carlson's posts here on Facebook. She co-authored Don't Sweat the Small stuff with her late husband, Richard Carlson. Kristine has a wonderful way of breathing light into my mornings. Liz Gilbert of Eat, Pray, Love fame is another good read. There is always something thought provoking to get my mind up and running.

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The coming weeks will be filled with a project I have been carrying around with me for years. I have tubs…literally TUBS of photographs that I want to scan into my external hard drive. I cannot keep toting all this stuff around with me and I will not pay to store it nor will I pay to move it again. I want to be released from the burden of responsibility. Which makes me consider what I want left for my kids to deal with after I'm gone. I've come a long way in reducing the amount of junk they will have to go through merely by downsizing and moving. With facing another move, the rest will be distributed amongst interested family members and whatever is left will either be sold or donated. Really…it's time to get down to the barest of bones. I will feel so much better once I'm out from under it all.

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I'm heading to the farm today to pick up the first couple of tubs of photos. I'm looking forward to getting through them so I can move on to other projects. It's like losing weight and still eating the ice cream!

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❤

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It's fitting that I will awaken on New Year's Day in a new place. I moved into my friend's beautiful loft yesterday. She practices Feng Shui and I must say the energy in this space is amazingly clear and clean. There is \"happy\" oozing all over the place!

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I went out for dinner last night at the local brew pub with a relatively new group of people and it was quite lovely. They are energetic, upbeat, athletic. The food was wonderful, the service great, and the restaurant was abuzz with excitement for the busy night ahead.

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I went to the Post Office yesterday to get a PO Box and have my mail forwarded. This way I'll get my mail more than once a week. When the man gave me the box number, I was floored. It's the SAME mailbox my first husband had when he joined the service! I mean, the same box in the same post office in the same town. What are the odds???

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A new year. This time last year I was SO ready to turn the calendar over because then I could say he died \"last year\" instead of however many MONTHS it had been. I can say \"a couple of years ago\" now and not be far off. A line in the sand. A demarcation. A landmark. Time marches on…the sands of time blasting away the sharp edges of grief and smoothing them down into something far easier to handle. Yes, crossing this line in the sand is a good thing. Being in this space is a good thing. I am filled with endless possibilities!

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❤

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Do you ever look at your little girl pictures and wonder where your sparkle went? It takes a lot to dull my shine, but lately…I just haven't been feeling it. Then I came across this picture in my archives. Just look at this little girl! She's got her nekkid baby doll, a pretty dress with shiny party shoes, and she's at her grandma's house. What else IS there to life? She hasn't been molested or abused. She hasn't seen her parents fight. She hasn't dated or married or divorced. She hasn't had babies. She hasn't worried about how to pay the bills. She hasn't sat on the edge of the bed at 2am waiting to see the headlights signaling her daughter's safe return home. She hasn't comforted her bullied child. She hasn't held her grandchildren. She hasn't lost her mom. She hasn't met the love of her life. She hasn't lost him. She hasn't known grief.

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She hasn't known grief. But she will. She'll have trouble breathing. She'll step on that rake in the grass all too often. She'll feel the grief rise and fall in her chest like the tide. She'll reel with the pain and she'll learn how to take it. She'll vow never to hurt again, but she will. She'll vow never to love again, but she will. She'll think she can never sparkle again…but she will.

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She will.

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Because…look at this little girl.

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She was BORN…TO…SPARKLE!

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❤

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What a perfect day yesterday was. It was nearly 60 degrees with beautiful sunny skies and I was free in my way-cool pickup truck, flying through the mountains of West Virginia…the warm support and love of my extended family tucked safely in my heart to pull out when needed. Sometimes you have to go to your people and draw from the well to fill yourself back up. My heart feels so much better now.

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There will be difficult conversations ahead. I'm not good at those. I'm not good at confrontation. I don't think fast on my feet. All reasons God has put me in this situation, I am sure. He gives us opportunities to learn and grow and practice the necessary skills we need to get through life. These are skills most people have in place by this time. I don't know how I got to the age of 61 without them…other than it's just not my nature.

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I'm heading into town today to visit with a friend who is here for the holidays. I'll be checking out options for moving my camper. I also got my social security card in the mail while I was gone so now I can get my driver's license on Monday. Yay…another trip to the DMV!!! Plus, a trip to the social security office and my insurance agent. Then I can settle in and start going through these boxes of pictures and get them scanned into my external hard drive. Life is busy, that's for sure!

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❤

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Humans need it in order to survive. In order to thrive, we need lots of it. But what happens when we're alone? Whether by choice or by chance, we who live alone are deprived of a wonderful part of life when we are not touched. I had such a busy day yesterday and right smack dab in the middle of it I decided to go get a massage. OMGosh! It was divine. I think it should be a national mandate that everyone receives a massage once a week. The world would be a happier place.

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I took my real life brother out for dinner last night and that was wonderful. I had coffee with my girlfriends yesterday morning. I went to my church group last night then stayed at my brother-friend's house. It was a beautiful day!

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❤

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Photo courtesy of Shawn Clark Massage Therapy

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Mr. Virgo always worked the holidays. All of them. You never knew when, or where, your Thanksgiving Dinner or Christmas was going to be year to year. We didn't get to see things like fireworks together or kiss at the stroke of midnight. Such is the nature of the food service industry. And, since I am the \"World's Most Flexible Person\", this did not bother me. As long as I knew Mr. Virgo was going to be there, I'd celebrate…period. Didn't matter, because every day was a holiday with that man.

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This picture was taken Christmas 2011. I was at my friends' house, cooking dinner and celebrating the love we shared. It was a beautiful day. We had prime rib, or maybe duck, and some sort of parsnips au gratin, I think. Lots of deliciousness. Barbara is a fabulous cook. And a fabulous friend.

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We met when we were both relatively new to the community…our husbands were new doctors. We were new doctor's wives. She did it so much better than me. I was a fish out of water…she was a swan. I never really fit the mold of doctor's wife. Barbara did it perfectly. And I mean that in the very best way. She was active in the community. She was big in the hospital auxiliary. She led the charge for fund raising and chaired committees. She was a leader in her church and active in her children's classrooms. She baked the best treats, by hand, for every function. She quilted, knitted, cross stitched to perfection. Her house was immaculate. She exercised, skied, camped, fished, hiked. She dressed to the nines, always looking polished and put together. All the while running her husband's practice. And even though she is about ten years younger than me, I always wanted to be her when I grew up.

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She is one of a handful of people from the medical community that stuck by me when my ex and I separated. And even though she and her family moved to another state, we continued to remain close. When Mr. Virgo and I got married, she was right there putting it all together at the venue. And she was right there when I buried him…holding my hand and keeping that sacred space for me to come to when the pain became unbearable. Barbara is one of those friends. You know the ones. You may not see each other or even talk for months at a time. And when you get together, you nearly pick up the conversation with the last thought you had. I admire her and I love her and I get to have lunch with her today. Who's the lucky girl?

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One of the greatest things we women can do for ourselves is cultivate friendships with other women. Because there may very well come a day when that's our primary relationship. Girlfriends and memories.

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❤

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I met Hubby #2 when I was working at a rehabilitation hospital in Denver in 1977. I was the x-ray tech and he was a physical therapist. We didn't have our first date till a year later and married a year after that. He was a brave young man to take on a woman with a young child while he was entering medical school. Those were truly the best years of our youth. We were so poor but we lived on love and generic macaroni and cheese. We were idyllic and full of hope for the future. We rode our bikes everywhere and took advantage of every free activity we could find. We were young. We were happy. Then, I don't know…life happened. He finished medical school and residency, joined a practice in another town, we put our noses to the grindstone and didn't look up in time to see the truck that hit us. Not literally, of course. But our marriage fell apart in pieces on the floor. It took us about five years to break and many more to heal.

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I remember after we split up…those desperate few months that turned to years and I would pray the same prayer, over and over and over. \"Please Lord, heal my family!\" I was desperate to have my family back together, thinking this had to just be a midlife crisis and some day he was going to wake up and realize it and we'd fix it and be a family again. But a month turned into a year and that turned into three and I couldn't deny that it was really over. I was so disappointed in God. He had totally ignored my prayers.

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Nearly fifteen years have gone by since we split. We both remarried and moved on. We were civil, but still not close in a way I knew we could be…in the way that I wanted us to be. Then Mr. Virgo died. It rocked all of us involved, including both my exes. Hubby #2 really turned around, we buried the hatchet, so to speak and have become really good friends. I love him and his wife so much and they are my family.

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Last night we celebrated his father's 90th birthday. We gathered for a casual pizza dinner. Today we will all go to the zoo in the afternoon and then have dinner at a fancy restaurant. We took the birthday cake and an extra pizza to my father-law's apartment last night to meet with more family that got in too late for dinner. As we shut it down for the night, my ex…my lifelong friend…the father of my child…came to me, kissed me on my cheek, and said, \"I'm so, so happy you came. Pop loves you so much. This was just a beautiful thing, having us all here together.\" Then I remembered my prayers of long ago…\"Lord, please heal my family!\" And He did…in a way that is SO much better than I could have ever imagined! <3

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Actually, the light was chasing me as I flew across the country yesterday morning. I was up at 4:00 local, sitting aboard a comfortable 737 by 6:00. Way too early to be decent company. I chatted briefly with my seat mate. Her husband died six days after Mr. Virgo. We compared notes for a bit. Lovely woman, very brave. Once we prepared to taxi, I apologized and told her it was nothing personal but I needed to put in my earplugs to block out the noise from the engines. I snuggled down in my furry wrap and eased into blissful slumber. I always worry that I will snore and snort and look decidedly unladylike on my very cosmopolitan journey. That would ruin the whole jet-setter persona I adopt as I travel.

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I awoke after an hour, called for a cup of coffee from my decidedly cute male flight attendant in his natty shorts, and turned on my movie that I downloaded specifically for this trip. Chevy Chase in Christmas Vacation. It's a yearly custom to watch this movie while the tree is being decorated. Since I likely won't decorate my own tree this year, I figured I wouldn't miss the activity as much if I watch it as I fly. The Griswolds did not disappoint and the movie finished right as we began our initial descent. What a delightful flight!

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As we head full tilt into the holiday rush, I'm reminded again of the land mines of grief that explode from an innocent step. I spent the night with my dear friends in Troy. Cindy and I have a deep sister-friend bond that we forged as young military wives overseas more than forty years ago. We sat up and talked about some heavy, emotional stuff…all the while texting back and forth with my daughter. My plans changed moment to moment last night due to illness in the Denver family. I had to quickly make changes in my plans and then again when that fell through. I'm a flexible person and shift with the wind but that much uncertainty combined with the heavy emotional conversation with my friend was a trigger and I had about an hour of what I have come to look at as a circuit overload. Fortunately, I remembered to use my Rescue Remedy and popped a Dramamine for good measure and went to sleep. Rescue Remedy is a flower based homeopathic remedy for stress and anxiety reduction that works far better for me than any prescription medicine and there are no addictive properties. I carry a bottle of the spray and use two sprays under my tongue when my circuit board threatens to blow.

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So, arrival in Denver? Check. Rental car? Check. Lunch with daughter #1 at school? Check. Nap? Check. Then off to meet the crew at swim team practice and out for a family dinner. My sweet, sweet grandchildren! Has it only been seven weeks? It seems a lifetime since I kissed those faces. I have the option to stay here longer…through the holidays even. I will have to give this serious thought. <3

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\"american “I love this American Folk Art piece I bought years ago in Colorado.”

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As I stand in my grandma’s kitchen, memories flood around me as thick as flies at a picnic. I stood at this counter on the old red kitchen stool, a feedsack apron, just my size, wrapped around my waste as I helped Grandma cook lunch for the field hands when the strawberries came on. She wouldn’t let me pick because I stepped on the runners and more got in my mouth than in my basket. She cooked lots of wonderful, wholesome foods fresh from the garden. We canned, pickled, dried, and preserved everything we could get our hands on or glean from the garden. When I’m washing dishes at the sink, I can hear the laughter filter down through the years when everyone gathered at Grandma’s table to break bread and count blessings. When I cook at her stove, I remember the way she took a couple of quarts of roast beef out of the cellar, dredged the chunks in flour, salt, and pepper and fried them in whatever fat was available. She never could make a gravy without lumps. That and pie crusts were the bane of her existence. She bragged about my pies and bread when I came home for visits. That was her way of asking me to bake for her.

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She always made me a special apple pie when I came home. A single crust, folded over like a turnover with very little apple filling because she understood my love for the crispy, slightly salty pastry. One year she walked slower to the kitchen. Her bent and worn hands slowly worked over the dough and she painfully pared the apples. It was the first time I really noticed her aging. She finished the pie, set it out to cool and watched with delight as I dug in. She caught my eye and I put my fork down, waiting for what I knew in my heart would come some day.

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“Eat that slow, pet…and enjoy it. It’s the last one I can make. Grandma’s old hands just don’t work like they used to.”

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We sat in silence for a bit, each contemplating the weight of her words. Me in my prime. She in her final years. I ate my pie slowly, savoring each wonderful bite, knowing it would be my last. Understanding the gift…the many gifts she gave me. Loving her for being mine. Hating Father Time.

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She would have loved this sign that I brought from my own kitchen in Colorado. The privilege of living on her farm is not lost on me and I will relish every moment I can be here. <3

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\"god “God Moments”

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Something happens. A moment out of the ordinary. The moment when you know in your gut that what just happened had God written all over it. This is part of what I was talking about the other day when we discussed listening to your heart. When you are in tune…aligned with the energies of your Higher Power…you will notice more and more God moments. I had just such a moment yesterday and it was amazing.

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I had stayed overnight with one cousin and met up with another cousin yesterday morning. We headed out for a day of craft fairs, lunch out at a little bistro, and finally dinner out with some of their friends. The first show was full of vendors from Origami Owl to Avon, Thirty-One to Tupperware. Suzy introduced me to a number of her friends since she lives in the area. The Thirty-One booth was back in the corner. If you aren’t familiar with Thirty-One, they are a faith-based company that sells canvas bags, pouches, purses and organizers. I was immediately drawn to the young lady running her booth, and her business, with a light hearted style that was so engaging. She and I clicked in an instant. Suzy told her about my recent journey across the country pulling my camper. Jen admired the fact that I did this alone and revealed her own interest in renovating trailers. I told her about Sisters on the Fly. Turns out she lives in the same county as me. Coincidence #2? I told her about losing Mr. Virgo.

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Jen choked up and asked, “Do you mind me asking how old you are?”

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“I’ll be 62 in June.”

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She started crying and told me that she was going to a memorial service in a few hours for the only friend she had ever had that was older than her. Her friend was 62. I wrapped her in my arms and said, “Come here, baby girl. I’m going to be your friend.”

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We both need friends. God put us right where we needed to be so we could meet. This happens over and over to me. Far too often to be a mere coincidence. I love these God moments. And Jen, I’m looking forward to getting to know you better and talking trailer renovation. \"\"

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\"we “We Rise by Lifting Others!”

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Twenty-two months ago, I started this blog and when the unthinkable happened, it became a grief journal. Unlike a journal kept by the bedside, mine has gone out to tens of thousands of people with the hope that it touches those suffering losses of their own. That it may be of some source of comfort to let others know they aren’t alone on their path through the barren landscape of grief. I have met some of you in person. I have conversed with some of you in a private chat. And even though I don’t KNOW you all, I feel as though I am surrounded by loving friends. You have sent me countless words of encouragement. You have no idea how much your support and prayers have helped me get through a terribly scary part of life and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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I knew with the numbers rising in our little “family” here on Marshmallow Ranch, it was only a matter of time when one of our own would need us to support her. That time came last evening when Gloria sent me a private message. She gave me permission to use her first name. She has been doctoring a sore back for awhile and when it did not improve, they did an MRI and found a mass. Unfortunately, she has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer. They will jump right on this and get treatment started right away. She is trying to be brave for her six children. She lost her husband and they are so afraid of losing her, too.

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If I may ask this of you, please lift Gloria and her family up in prayer that she can beat this cancer. If you aren’t a prayerful person, please send loving light and good energy. We are all so small and scared when something like this happens. Let’s show Gloria our love and support! Thank you.

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Ginny <3

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\"stop “Stop waiting!”

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Don’t worry…be happy. There have been times in my life when it was difficult to believe I would…or COULD…ever be happy again. Divorce was painful and made me sad. It was a terrible struggle complicate by rejection. Mr. Virgo’s death was worse. Unless you have experienced the loss of someone so close, no words I can ever write will make you really understand. I don’t remember much of the first year. I’m so glad I blogged through it so I can look back to see my progress. Eventually though, I made it through to the other side. Changed certainly, but not all in a bad way. I find when I meet new people now, I am so much more “present” than I was before. I have opened up more, which surprises me. I was afraid I would stay hiding in the corner of my pain forever and miss out on life’s joyous moments.

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Tonight was one of those wonderful nights you want to remember. One of my FB friends who lives in my hometown had a dinner party at her house and invited several of her friends to meet me. We met in person for the first time the night I drove into Parkersburg with my trailer three weeks ago and she let me park in her driveway. This is a diverse group of women and I thoroughly enjoyed meeting them. There was a nurse who works with children with developmental disabilities. There was a park ranger, a business owner, a woman who works for the government, a retiree, and a woman who co-owns a business making organic compost and raising worms. We are a mixture of divorced and widowed…middle aged and beyond. We share a common interest in outdoor activities. They bike and kayak so I’m going to be learning new skills!

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Happiness was elusive. Now that it has returned, I appreciate it so much more. <3

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\"little “Little Free Library at a Country Store”

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Ok, you know when you are living in the country. I stopped at the gas station on my way into town for a cup of coffee. (She says, fondly remembering a place called Starbucks. It seems so long ago. Sigh.) I was greeted by a man who appeared to have come into town for his monthly shopping. His arms heavy laden, he still managed to reach into his bag of pork rinds. He stopped and looked into the bag, took a whiff, frowned and said, “Oh my goodness. Just bought me a fresh bag of pork rinds from in the store and they smell like road kill. Here…smell this!” Ummmm, no thanks. I smiled politely and dodged a little to the right. Bless his heart. It would be my luck that was Jesus and I wasn’t extraordinarily kind. Sigh.

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I love this place! Where else can you buy pepperoni rolls, pickled eggs, a deer stand, and camo printed burlap by the yard? AND…they have this uber cool book trade stand on the front porch! This is the heart of America and I’m proud to call it “home”. This is West Virginia!

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\"fairy “Once in a while in an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.”

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I have had extraordinary moments in an otherwise ordinary life. I’m no different than anyone else. You would be hard pressed to find anything, short of my children, that has made a lasting impact on this world. Yet, I am unlike anyone else. I am unique. As are you. You were created with a specific purpose…a specific goal to achieve in this life. I don’t know about you, but I’ve spent the better part of 61 years trying to pinpoint just what that purpose is exactly. The pinnacle of existentialism…why am I here?

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It took a long time to figure it out, but here it is. The bottom line is, I am here to be happy. Before you go off thinking how self centered that is, let me elaborate. I chose to marry and bring children into the world. Therefore, it was my duty to take care of them when they were growing up. I didn’t do the best job of that because I was not happy with my marriage and my life in general. Had I focused on my own happiness a bit more, I would have been a better wife and mother and could have avoided a great deal of pain on everyone’s part. It is my duty as a Christian and as a citizen of the human race to take care of my fellow man and to feed the hungry and clothe the poor. The Bible says we are to give with a cheerful heart. Therefore, we have to find our happy place and plant our feet in that fertile ground in order to give our best.

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So, where do we find our happy place? It is deep within…sometimes hidden in a box covered with locks garnered from life’s hurts. There is only one key to open that box and that is love. Love of self opens our hearts to love others. Love of a power greater than ourselves opens our souls to a love greater than anything imaginable. Once I found (and believed) I was lovable, my heart opened to allow that fairytale love to come in. Right smack dab in the middle of my ordinary life.

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We are precious. We are small and ordinary and wild and wonderful. And we are loved. Don’t forget that. <3

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\"autumn “I love the way the trees change in West Virginia!”

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I hauled the brush from the cherry tree today. Then I gathered up my aunt and headed back on the hill. I wanted to see the old home place and to see if there’s any cell service on the farm. There is not, by the way, but it was a delightful drive. I love my new pickup truck! I put it in 4 low to get through some mud holes and “Free-da” went through it like butter! The colors are still beautiful, however we are predicted to get quite cold this weekend and the leaves will soon be gone. We may even get some of the “S” word in the form of flurries!

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When I got back from our little junket, I drove to “town”. When I say “town”, picture Mayberry. It is so fun! First stop was the bank then across the street to Berdine’s Five & Dime for a handful of Maple Nut Goodies….my late mother’s favorite candy. I love how tastes and smells can transport you across the ages. Next stop was the car wash to clean off the WV red clay mud off my beautiful white truck. Dollar General got some business as I stopped for kitty food and honey buns. Livin’ large here in the country! lol

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I stopped at the cemetery briefly on the way home to check messages. Today was the first time since I arrived here that I yearned to stop and visit with Mr. Virgo and drop off a rock for him. I still have the lock of hair that the funeral director gave me so I am going to find a quiet spot here on the farm where I can bury some of it and place a marker of sorts. Then I’ll have a place to go visit here as well. It is interesting that just a few weeks before he passed, we had a conversation about death and what we would want done. I asked if he wanted to be buried or cremated and he quickly answered “Buried!” I asked him why and he told me he wanted me to have a place to go visit him. I thought that was ridiculous at the time…such a waste of resources and space here on earth. However, once he was gone, I cannot tell you what comfort it has afforded me to go visit him where his body lies. I never dreamed it would be so. That’s why I think if I have a place here as well, it will offer me that same comfort. Funny what rituals do for us in our healing process.

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It’s my early day today…trash day! Pick up is at 6:15 and I’m going to put on a pot of soup beans and smoked ham hocks to simmer all day. Maybe I’ll make some hot rolls. I forgot to buy corn meal or I would make corn bread. I hope you enjoy your Autumn day! How is the weather where you are today? <3

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\"green “My Green and White Quilt”

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I cannot pass up a good quilt. Well, ok….I COULD pass up a good quilt. And sometimes I CAN pass up a good quilt, but yesterday was not that day. Oh, this one is so pretty! I love two color quilts and this is beautifully hand-pieced and hand-quilted with remarkable feathered wreath medallions in the white squares. It’s a double, it only has a couple of tiny stains along one edge and no wear. AND…I got it for $75! Oh, I love a good quilt, and a good auction, and a good bargain!

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When I was a little girl, my grandma had a quilt frame and I remember her and some neighbor women sitting around it here in the dining room, quilting and talking, and laughing. That must have been such a luxury to the farm women of those days…to sit together and stitch awhile and talk. Grandma would make me wash my hands and would thread the needle for me and guide my little hands to make the stitches. She used to tell me as an adult that she couldn’t stitch a straight line and she finally gave up and tied all of her quilts. I don’t know that there are any of hers left as her quilts were utilitarian and made to be used till they fell apart. I do have one blanket that’s on my bed in the trailer that she sewed a binding onto pre-quilted fabric and gave to me. I have the apron she made for me when I was little and would help her make lunch for the workers when the strawberries were being picked for market. I also have two pillow covers she made. I left her treadle sewing machine in Denver for my daughter to leave to her daughters. I love the circle of life. The continuity of stories, skills, family.

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My uncle and aunt came yesterday. He is patching the roof and installing a gas heating stove for us. I bought a small barrel shaped coin bank at the auction yesterday and he was enamored with it. It presented the same puzzle to him as it did to me which prompted me to buy it. It was a giveaway from Union National Bank of Sistersville, WV. And…it is locked. And…there is no key. It’s full of coins. And there’s folding money that you can see through the coin slot. But we can’t get into it. He tried to make a key but didn’t have the proper tools here so he’s going to make a key at home and send it to me. I love a mystery! There could be really great coins and a hundred dollar bill in it. Or there could be a dollar bill and a couple bucks in change. The only difference is the story! And you know me well….the only thing I love more than a mystery is a really great story! <3

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\"october “October Sunshine in West Virginia”

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It did yesterday, it will today, and the next few days as well! Wahoo! I didn’t get to the apples yesterday. I did do my laundry and emptied a couple more boxes then went to town to the pharmacy, grocery, and out to dinner with a friend. It was a lovely day…except for the arrival of the dreaded Asian Lady Beetles. As soon as the sun hit the house and the temp hit around 60, those suckers swarmed out of the woods! I had hung a sweater out to dry. (Yes, we have a clothes line on the front porch. We’ve got one on the back porch, the back yard, and the side yard. We are big on solar and wind energy here.) Well, in 15 minutes the front porch looked like the fly scene from Amityville Horror! I couldn’t get out there fast enough and my sweater was covered. Ewwww! I shook the beetles off the sweater and their hooky little claw feet stuck to the fibers and when I shook harder they put out their nasty stink alarm and started flying all around and landing in my hair and I’m dancing all over the porch with the heebie jeebies! Ok, lesson learned. Screw solar and wind…use the dryer during the dreaded lady beetle season. (shiver) At least there’s a bug spray you can use now to keep them from coming in the house. Of course, I’ll probably grow a third arm in the middle of my forehead from it but that’s a small price to pay to keep those nasty little creatures outside.

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Ten years ago, I was here in January for my mom’s funeral. My mom’s other sister was living in Las Vegas at the time and met me in Charlotte. We came the rest of the way together and there was one double bed left at the farm. We had no problem sharing. The problem was, with nothing to create a chemical barrier, the house was literally infested with these rabid little ninja beetles that spent all night (and I mean ALL night) tip tapping on the ceiling and windows and walls and…us. We didn’t sleep at all because we were afraid our mouths would open and we’d breathe in one of those objectionable beasts! The next night we slept in town.

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I have been told they aren’t nearly as bad as they used to be…that there’s less of them and the spray at least keeps their numbers down in houses. Back in the day, folks would have to use shop vacs to clean them up…every day. And you’re thinking…why on earth did this crazy woman move there? Eh, in the end…they’re only bugs. They’re a stinky nuisance and they bring out a childhood fear of hard shelled beetles tip tapping on the ceiling at night, but it takes a lot more than this to rattle me much. Like say…that big barn spider in the toilet the other day…but that’s a story for another day! <3

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\"rose “Rose Colored Glasses”

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My mom always used to chastise me for looking at the world through rose colored glasses, as if that was a bad thing. I have always looked for the positive in every situation, no matter how dim or dark. When there are trials, looking for the silver lining isn’t always easy, but it can make a world of difference in how well you cope. And when life is good? Well, those rose colored glasses just absolutely rock your ensemble, girlfriend!

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I can’t believe I got to the delightfully rich age of 61 without ever going to a “Sing”. Now, y’all from the hills and the country, and the hollers, and the south, and the mountains are gonna know what I’m talking about. You drive down a country road and there’s a hand-painted sandwich board sign out in front of a little country church or a community building reading “Sing Tonight. 6:00”. If you’ve never gone….please, whatever you do…pull over and go in. You might be regaled with a couple of hours of old timey Gospel music where everyone sings along. Or, you might just get the treat of your life and get to listen to three hours of nonstop bluegrass of the purest variety like I did last night. From “Nelly”, the lead singer, nattily dressed in her western skirt and vest, easily in her 80’s to “Junior”, just 15 and picking up where these amazingly talented country folk are going to leave off…a talented young man who can play guitar, bass, and “rip up a banjo”, so his grandpa told me though I didn’t have the pleasure of hearing that. I was thrilled, mesmerized, and honored beyond belief to sit in the community building down the road a piece from my new home, to be introduced around to the neighbors and family of family as the “little gal who drove a 24’ trailer…BY HERSELF…ALL THE WAY FROM COLORADO…SO SHE CAN TAKE CARE OF HER AUNT, BLESS HER HEART”… to buying a slice (or two) of my aunt’s famous Lemon Pie, and to hear the sounds of my youth, transporting me back to those Saturday nights on the farm, listening to Dolly Parton and Porter Waggoner, Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs, and then…the piece de resistance…the Grand Old Opry. Girls… I was in heaven. Last night was so very, very rich….my rose colored glasses are fogging up a bit!

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And what’s on the agenda today? An auction, of course!!! Can it get any better than this??? <3

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\"wildness “May the angel of wildness disturb the places where your life is domesticated and safe.” John O’Donohue

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When the truck was delivered yesterday, the driver really didn’t want to leave the trailer and come all the way back out on Monday to get it. He peeked in and asked how many feet I had reserved. When he saw it was only five linear feet and it was all boxes he asked if we couldn’t just go ahead and empty it. I got that “Let’s see what she’s made of” look and I jumped right in. I was lugging boxes up those stairs and going back for more. NOT the way I had that scenario played out in my mind, but here we were. I did call in reinforcements who showed up when we were down to the last ten boxes. (Definitely not their fault…they were originally scheduled for tomorrow.) When we were done, there were four men and me standing around admiring my new trailer and truck. I said something about being tough and the boss turned around and said “Little girl, you dragged that thing clear across the country! I’D say you’re pretty dang tough!” (me = big smile)

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I’m so proud.

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Today, I rest. <3

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\"west “Welcome to Wild, Wonderful West Virginia!”

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I crossed the Ohio River before dark singing “Almost Heaven….”!!! I went to a rest area and cleaned out the tanks. Headed straight to Outback to have a great big, juicy burger and fries, called my cousin and my aunt to let them know I’m here, texted the kids, and called a friend where I was invited to stay the night. I’ll head out to the farm today so I don’t have to drive in the dark on twisty, curvy roads!

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Now, here’s the deal…there’s no WiFi at the farm yet. Also, no cell service…so I’m going to be unplugged for awhile. There’s much to be done to settle in. My belongings will be delivered on Wednesday so I need to prepare a space to store it all. I need to figure out the best place for the trailer to be parked and get power to it. Much work to be done and I need to decompress. While I certainly didn’t push myself, the last few months have been fairly stressful. I’m going to enjoy some downtime with family and friends and I’ll catch up with you as I can!

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Thanks for traveling along with me. You all really kept me company during this amazing journey! I love you all!!! <3

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\"ohio “One State Away!!!”

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It’s hard to see on that sign, but it says OHIO. And what’s after Ohio???? Why, WV, of course!!!

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I was so proud of myself yesterday morning. I got the truck backed up and it didn’t take more than 2 or 3 tries to get it lined up with the hitch. I had the trailer hooked up in no time!!!

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I arrived at my friend’s house at noon, just north of Dayton. Cindy and I met in 1974. We were Air Force wives, young and newly married. I was pregnant with my first and Cindy organized a baby shower for me. She contacted my family back home and had them send me presents. When we sat down to open gifts, she made sure I opened my family’s gifts first and when I saw the tags, I just cried. It was so touching and indicative of the kind, caring friend she has turned out to be over the last 40 years. We were remarking last evening how military friendships are deeper than most. When you are stationed so far away from home, you make your friends your family. What a treat it is to see her. I’m amazed…neither one of us have changed a bit!

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Today I head to an RV dealer to get the trailer checked for that leak and have it winterized. Then I’ll have one more camp out night before I head to WV. I don’t want to be driving out in the country after dark in this rig. OMGosh! I’m almost there!!! <3

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\"four “Sisters on the Fly in Kansas”

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\n\nMy dear friend Carol (second from left) and me (far right) met up with two more Sisters for coffee at Panera this morning in Topeka. Anywhere you go, you can just about guarantee you're going to have a Sister, in the truest sense of the word, within a short drive of you. I cannot tell you how much this organization has been a gift to me in the last year and a half. If you have the opportunity, I really would encourage you to join. It's so empowering!\n

I settled in my next camp before the sun set. Had a nice dinner, met the “next door neighbors”, and enjoyed catching up with friends and family with the events of the day. I’m telling you, this is a special life I’m living here! \"\"

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\"travel “Travel. As much as you can. As far as you can. As long as you can. Life’s not meant to be lived in one place.”

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Head out on the highway! Met my Marshmallow Ranch buddy and fellow Sister on the Fly​, Carol! What an awesome lady!!! We talked for 10 hours straight yesterday and were both exhausted last night when we finally gave up and went to bed. We are supposed to meet some other Sisters for coffee this morning then I head out on the road again! Are we there yet?

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\"camper “On the road with TOW-Wanda Grande!”

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I can’t believe this day is here! I’m taking my time crossing the country this time. One of my Sisters on the Fly​ friends told me to pay the $50/day storage fee for my stuff when it gets to WV and take an extra week coming across. Good advice, Lisa!

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My mom died ten years ago and I made three round trips between CO and WV that year…by myself. I also brought my brother to CO from WV via Disney World! I came cross country the last time with a 17’ U-Haul towing my Toyota on a car hauler. I slept in the cab of that truck! This is total luxury having my house with me.

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I’ll keep you up to date on my travels but I won’t divulge specific locations real time for safety reasons. (You’re welcome, Patty et al!). <3

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\"camper\" “Saying Goodbye to Little TOW-Wanda. This makes me a little sad!”

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I had a perfectly smooth day yesterday. I almost didn’t know how to act! I went to Columbine Ford in Rifle first thing. (Ask for Brandun Weeden and tell him I sent you!!!) I had called him on Friday when I was at a Ford dealer in Denver. I told him what I was looking at, and what they were offering, and asked if he could do better. He said he could and he didn’t disappoint! I got a year newer vehicle, with 30,000 less miles on it, with a 36 month extended warranty for about $4,000 less than I expected! Sweet! The only thing is, the truck doesn’t have nav or a back up camera. But I can deal with that. Thanks, Brandun!

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Then I went to the trailer place and lo and behold…the trailer wasn’t in the lot! The part came in, she works perfectly!!! And, look who I saw peeking around the corner while I was waiting. Little TOW-Wanda. It’s as though she knew I’d be there today and she came to say goodbye. (Ok, they were winterizing her, but it makes a great story. I’m all about the story!)

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I picked up the trailer and immediately hit the road. Got to Denver about a half hour after dark. OMGosh! That truck pulled TOW-Wanda Grande like she weighed nothing. Awesome job!

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I wanted to get on the road today but my oldest wants me to stay another day so she can see my trailer. And, I’ll go help her get her classroom together so that should be fun. She has been asked to open a special ed center in a grade school that doesn’t have one so she has accepted the challenge. Besides, another day of rest can’t hurt anyone! I’ll get there soon enough…at least this delay is MY choice! <3

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\"redhead\" “My quirky princess…Daughter #2.”

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Had coffee with my beautiful, quirky, eclectic princess…my baby girl. I will miss her!

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\"gift “The Gift”

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Yesterday was a cold and rainy day. When I say cold, it was predicted to get down to 37 degrees. That’s getting too cold for me! If my house would have closed with the original contract, I would have been in WV and settled by now. But everything happens for a reason. The second contract was better, smoother, and with wonderful people. My neighbors feel like they’ve won the lottery! And, I think they have!

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I was hoping the part that is needed for the trailer could be shipped overnight. Apparently it couldn’t…at least not this night. I will have to say, the people at the dealership where I bought this trailer have been on the phone several times today, trying to get this fixed. Hopefully they will get the part in Wednesday and I can be on my way. Remember what I said about everything happening for a reason? With this colder weather here today, there is snow in the high country and I might have been trying to drive through it today or tomorrow. The weather is supposed to warm up by Wednesday and Thursday. Much better for traveling.

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So, this is what I’m taking away from the situation. I’m supposed to take advantage of the next couple of days and rest, write, read, sleep, fiddle with where I want things in the trailer and organize it even better, try out the oven, cook on the stovetop, go into town and get a massage, visit with more friends, and….did I say rest? Ah, yes…this is not an inconvenience…this is a gift!

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\"two “From little to huge!”

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Awwww….lookie there at that wittle thing! TOW-Wanda Grande sure deserves that name! She’s a monster compared to Little TOW-Wanda. However, even with that great big size, only about 1/3 of my stuff that I so carefully sorted through and wore myself out packing will fit in her! My wonderful, beautiful, AWESOME neighbors let me store it in their garage and the next few days I will sort and weed and get rid of even MORE stuff. Every time I do this it gets easier and easier to let go of more. So, tonight I sat in the new trailer parked in front of my neighbor’s house. I listened to music. I breathed in and out. I listened to the crickets. I thanked God I don’t have to pay a house payment any more. I could rent a POD and move it, but there’s no room on the other side either. I’ll just let go. Let go and breathe. It’s easier by the hour. Honestly, I’m free so why would I want all this extra stuff???

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Other than that, everything went smoothly yesterday. The walkthrough was easy, the couple are darling, the closing was super quick and went without a hitch. So, all in all…it was a fabulous day! <3

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\"when “When it rains, it pours!”

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Ok, kids….after sitting around for months, after having the ups and downs of contract/no contract/contract, after coming back with requests for a new water heater and money off for other repairs (which I refused)…the buyers have not only agreed to everything, but now they want to move the closing up from 10/8 to 9/24!!!! That’s, like….a week from today!!! Holy cats!!!! Soooooo….I’m not sure I’m going to be on here much in the next few days. I’m really, really glad I’ve been sorting and purging and packing all along because there’s really not all that much left to go through. Still…holy cats!!! Pretty excited though!!!! <3

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\"bohemian “Me!”

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A Christian, first. A Bohemian. A gypsy. A free spirit. A writer. A traveler. A liver. A lover. A mom. A Nana! A sister. An aunt. A cousin. A niece. A friend. An artist. A thinker. A maker. A princess. An enigma. A doer. A joker. A baker. A dreamer. A widow. An ex-wife. An explorer. An adventurer. A poet.

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Who are you? \"\"

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\"scales “Scales Lie”

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Well, they tell you the truth about gravitational pull, plus or minus a bit unless you have an expensive scale. But your typical bathroom model is going to eat you for lunch and spit you out if you go near it. We have long, long ago been indoctrinated that the number you see on this magic box is directly and irrevocably tied to your worth in the world. We’ve been told that less is more. That thin is in. That boys don’t go out with fat girls. That fat girls are somehow “less than” their thin, willowy counterparts. I’ve got news for you…just in case you are reading this and you are under oh, say…55 years old. Other than for health reasons, you are perfect with your curves and your comfy tummy. The other day, a dear friend of mine made a comment how good I looked. In his well meaning way, he said, “You’ve lost a ton of weight.” which to full figured women translates to “You were looking really bad…I’m SO glad you got a grip on that tire you were carrying around!” Why do we DO that to ourselves? Why do we let others do it to us? I will tell you what he was noticing though. I went to Victoria’s Secret and got fitted for the absolutely PERFECT bra and now the girls get the attention and not my beautiful hips!

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I’ve been stress eating all summer. I’ve been working hard lifting boxes and furniture so my loving friends are pointing out that muscle weighs more than fat. Aren’t they precious…bless their hearts. But I haven’t been bench pressing the sofa. I’ve been indulging in WAY too much ice cream and WAY too many trips to McDonald’s in a desperate attempt to keep my kitchen clean. I can’t remember the last time I dug into a plate of veggies or a great salad. My latest cholesterol results shocked my doctor into a change in medication. I know it’s temporary. There isn’t a McDonald’s within 30 miles of the farm and I’m going to be cooking for my aunt. She doesn’t like much meat and that will help me trim back. Also, I just love walking out the country road from the farm so it won’t be long and I’ll be back to my fighting weight. But I’ll never be without my curves. They are just a part of me that I’ve come to know and love.

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In the meantime through, I’m not apologizing for those curves. Just like I’m not going to apologize that I have too many crowns and I don’t floss enough. Or that I would rather sleep in my trailer than in a house….ANY house. It’s just me and who and what I am…take it or leave it. I don’t look away from the mirror when I walk by…I say “Hello, gorgeous!” And mean it!

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Don’t let anyone talk smack about your best friend…and don’t you do it either. You ARE your best friend and you are beautiful!

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\"photo\" “Commemorative Photo of 40”

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Ok, who had a boudoir photo taken? They were all the rage in the ’90s. I had to have one! Partially because I’m such an….ummm, extrovert! But also because at any given moment, we are the youngest we will ever be. This was taken when I was turning 40. I wanted to memorialize that static moment in my life when everything was perfect. My marriage, my family. My body, my hair. I was in the best shape of my life. My little girl was 4. My big girl was 20. I remember lovely afternoons stitching with my girlfriends, not a care in the world. Planning dinner parties was a monumentous occasion. This was before the ravages of depression and Prozac took away my youth. My ex-husband kept this photo on the wall in his office. It was the Camelot years.

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Then everything changed. I had three major surgeries in less than two years. I didn’t bounce back well. I started down the rabbit hole of depression and didn’t come back for ten years. When I got back, life had gone on without me and my marriage was over. My ex had taken this picture down and put it in a drawer in his desk. I didn’t look like that beautiful woman anymore. I didn’t bathe or get my hair done. I gained a hundred pounds. I lived in shorts and an oversized t-shirt without a bra. Those were the Prozac years. I don’t remember my forties.

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The story has a happy ending though. I turned my life around after my ex and I separated. I found my Prince Charming and married him. I had such a beautiful life. That was my fifties. Those were my passionate years.

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And now, here I am at the opening credits of a new movie. A new decade. A new era. I am very much at peace. Sure, I suffered a blow. My world literally changed in a heartbeat…or the lack thereof, actually. But I refuse to wear widowhood like sackcloth and ashes. I will not make grief a career path. These are my halcyon years.

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I look at this picture and as far as I’m concerned, I still look like this. Ok, my hair is gray (and not permed). Parts of my anatomy have headed south. Things aren’t as tight as they once were. I like to think my inner beauty was so great, it fought to get out and my skin expanded to accommodate all that lusciousness! Look at that picture again. That’s who I am inside. Beautiful. Sultry. Young. Wow!

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Dancing. The only time we dance…ever. He lasted half a song. lol

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\"wedding “Our Only Dance”

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Sassy after shot.

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\"wedding “Sweet Mr. Virgo and Me”

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\"perfect “Being someone’s first love may be great, bot to be their last is beyond perfect.”

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People have asked me if I’m worried about Mr. Virgo’s grave being here and me being in West Virginia. I’m really not. I have a lock of his hair and I’m going to find a special place on the farm to bury it in my own private ceremony. I’ll place a marker of some sort and I can go there to talk to him. But, in all honesty, he’s not at either place. He’s in Heaven. And he’s in the hearts of those who knew and loved him and remember him. He is always with me, even though I no longer feel his presence like I did in the months after he died.

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I had to have a talk with him during the winter. I have a security system installed in the house. There’s a motion detector in the living room. I went to Denver one weekend and the motion detector went off sending alarms to my phone. Pretty soon, the alarm company called and asked if everything was ok. I told them I didn’t know because I was out of town. They sent a police officer out to check and everything was fine. The next time I went to Denver , the same thing happened. Now, Mr. Virgo would never have said I couldn’t go away without him, but I was certainly aware he didn’t like it. This last alarm sent me a text every three seconds till I went online and made it stop. When I got back home, I sat down in the living room and told him, “Ok. That was really cute how you manipulated the burglar alarm there, sweetheart. You are very clever and it’s so cool to know you’re still here and still have your wicked sense of humor. But, you’ve got to cut this out. For one thing, it scares me. For another, it’s not just me your are bothering… It’s the alarm company and the police and possibly the neighbors. So , honey…cut it out, ok? Find some other way to let me know you’re around.” I never had an alarm after that. :-)

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When we fall in love, and a commitment is made, we have no reason to believe it won’t be forever. We take vows to be there till death. But it doesn’t always work that way. Life gets complicated and people change and things don’t always work out the way we planned. Divorce has it’s own kind of grief. When it happened the first time, I was the instigator which changes your perspective and the pain involved. The second was not my idea and it was horrible. I grieved and mourned for close to four years and the pain was exquisite. When Mr. Virgo came along and renewed my faith in love, and in men, he proposed by telling me he wanted to spend every day of the rest of his life with me. In my grief after losing him, I was bereft. I felt as though some major part of me had been amputated. It was devastating. In my Pollyanna-ish fashion, I got to the point where I needed to look for silver linings. I was sitting by the river one day when it occurred to me. “I was his last love. He spent every day of the rest of his life with me!” It made me smile that I could love this man well as he lived the last years of his life. What a gift we were given. What a responsibility to care for and protect that precious gift God gave us. We did it well and that gives me peace.

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\"tribe “My Tribe…My Family”

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I have a group of high school friends that have sort of found our way into a group chat discussion on my private page. We aren’t discussing anything we don’t want anyone else to see. We just want to be able to reach each other faster with the same information. Much like we did when several of us hung out together when we were in the same high school. We “get” each other. We KNOW where we’ve all been…at least in our formative years. We share tears over lost loved ones as freely as we share recipes for hot dog sauce and pics of our grandkids. We are a tribe…a zany crew of grand and glorious women from the class of ‘71.

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I’m a rabble rouser. I rouse rabbles. I will help these women become girls again because I have seen firsthand how that can transform us. When I get settled at the farm, before the frost is on the pumpkin, I am having a glamping party for my gal pals. We will dance in the moonlight! We will eat decadent foods. We will bond and swear oaths to always be there for one another and that none of us will die alone. We will laugh and cry and sing old songs with memories of driving with the windows open, hair flying, cherry lips laughing with abandon.

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Yes, I am going home to my tribe…wild, wacky, wise, wonderful women whose love I cherish deep within my soul. I’m a step closer. I got an offer on the house yesterday. (I am almost afraid to say anything for fear of jinxing it!) It was low, as first offers usually are. I countered. They expressed interest in buying my furniture. That would solve a big problem. Everything is happening as it should. One block at a time. One step after another. Very spiritual. Very Zen. Then I took my St. Joseph statue out of the ground, looked at his little dirty face and yelled…“Come on…we’re burning daylight here! Sell this house, will ya?!?!” Mother Theresa I am not. <3

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\"sold\" “Sold!”

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Yesssssssss! Sold the house! They will have an inspector come in and once that clears, I’m good to go. September 11th closing. My sweet brother’s birthday is September 12th. I want to have a BIG going away party on the 13th and then I’m out of here!!!!!!! OMGosh! I’m on cloud nine!

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(happy dance

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\"handsome “Remembering Mr. Virgo”

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The other night, I was browsing through my photos and ran across this one. It’s always been my favorite picture of Mr. Virgo. It’s a selfie before the term was coined. Before you started taking pictures at arm’s length that distorted your nose making it way to big for your face. He took this in his photography studio in Evergreen. It was his profile picture on match.com. It was the hook that captured my heart.

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I don’t cry for him nearly as much now. I’m not “done”…you’re never “done” with grieving. You journey through grieving. And you do reach a point where you choose to remain neutral…a sort of DMZ where you just don’t go visit the pain as often. It’s not denial. You totally get that he’s gone and not coming back. Mr. Virgo is resting on a shelf in my heart and I don’t have to relive the gruesome death scene anymore.

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Unfortunately, the downside of putting him on that shelf is forgetting things. Important things. Personal things. Intimate details of the person you loved more than life itself begin to seem just out of the reach of your mind, as if you’re looking through a dense fog. It’s just almost, but not quite there. It began to worry me. I was so afraid he was totally gone from me. Until the other night, when I came across this photo.

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I was laying in bed, in TOW-Wanda. There was a lovely thunderstorm and the rain beat a steady roar on the roof. I pulled this pic up on my iPad and studied it intently. And suddenly it all came back. I could remember how his forehead felt when I brushed my fingers across his skin. I remembered the coarseness of his hair and how he had to use hairspray to keep that little bit in the front from falling forward. I remembered how he didn’t like me to touch his nose but loved me to nibble his bottom lip. I remembered that spot on his left cheek that worried me a little and I was going to ask him to see the doctor about it. I remembered that one wild hair in his eyebrow that he always seemed to miss and how he had me trim the neckline of his beard (even though he could do it fill well himself) just to have me pamper him a bit. I remembered the way he tucked his cuffs to the inside of his sleeve. For some weird reason I found that to be incredibly sexy. I could see him trimming his nails and carefully washing his watch and drying it on the towel. I could smell is Halston and leather and woodsy scent. I could feel his hug and his hand on the small of my back when he led me to our table in a restaurant. I remembered everything.

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I was so afraid these memories were lost to me. But instead, I put them in a box on a shelf in my heart so I could pull them out when I was stronger. I am so relieved that I listened to my gut instinct and put Mr. Virgo away for awhile because now I can look at this picture and feel him again. And I can smile.

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\"grateful “On Being Grateful.”

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I have an “Attitude of Gratitude”. I always see the glass as full to overflowing. I trust everything is as it should be because I trust God to have my best interests at heart.

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My house was shown twice yesterday. My house sends me a text message when someone opens and closes the front door. And, yes…I was mildly perturbed when I saw that whoever was showing the house was in there exactly FOUR minutes. Four minutes! You can’t really see a house in four minutes with any real interest. So, instead of feeling bad, anxious, frustrated…I’m choosing to feel relieved. That person was more than likely NOT my buyer. They had best just move on and not waste anyone’s time.

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But man…it’s so hard to let go of the tail of that kite, isn’t it?

\n", "date_published": "2014-08-06T01:30:34-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/08/06/on-being-grateful.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Growth","Gratitude","Grace","Downsizing"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/08/04/a-simple-life.html", "title": "A Simple Life", "content_html": "

\"simple “A Simple Life”

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I’m back! Here it is, August 4th already…can you believe it? Those three weeks literally flew by. I’ve missed you all even though I did peek in from time to time. And I am rested, refreshed and rearing to go!

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I’m still snuggled up in bed, preparing my mind for the onslaught of civilization. I’m listening to the morning call of a whip-poor-will knowing full well in a few hours I’ll be hustling through busy international airports. I’m not looking forward to it…and I LOVE to fly. I want to pour a cup of coffee and go out on the front porch, the familiar stretchy squeak of the screen door spring the only sound louder than the morning birdsong. I want to see old Mama Kitty curled up in the corner, one eye opened slightly in protest over the crude interruption of her peaceful slumber. I want to listen to whip-poor-wills every day for the rest of my life.

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I need to head to Colorado. I need to settle some business. I need to snuggle my babies and spoil them a little bit. I need to do the really big purge and get rid of the things in life that weigh me down. I am so grateful to my son-in-law’s mom for sitting me down and telling me to look at what I want my life to look like and make it that. I will miss my kids and grandkids and my Colorado family like crazy, and I will travel to see them as often as I can. But I also know I need to live where my heart sings…where I can stretch out and be free…where I can own a piece of God’s country. It’s time to go home.

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Money will only stretch so far. When you have x-amount of dollars to spend on housing and you have a choice of a repossessed HUD home in a dicey neighborhood or a hundred acre farm, tell me…where would you go? What are you willing to let go of in order to set your heart free and give it wings? How far are you willing to fly?

\n", "date_published": "2014-08-04T01:30:07-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/08/04/a-simple-life.html", "tags": ["Family","Uplifting Stories","Positive Energy","West Virginia","The Farm","Growth","Gratitude","Comfort","Grace","Love","Peace","Presence","Downsizing","Choices","The Cats"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/08/01/mister-bee-potato-chips.html", "title": "Mister Bee Potato Chips", "content_html": "

\"mr. “Mr. Bee Potato Chips”

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You know those special foods you can only get at “home”? Well, ours are pepperoni rolls, Ruben’s Deli Hot Italian Hoagies, and Mister Bee Potato Chips. My sister/friend Patty in Florida has put in a special request for some Mister Bee’s so off they went in the mail today. While I was at it, I just went ahead and shipped some back to Colorado for the kids…and my brother/friend Greg…and my brother Gary…and, ummmmmmm…ME! :-) I’m going to be somebody’s best friend come Monday!

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I can’t believe I fly back to Colorado on Monday. :-( This has gone all too quickly. The only consolation is….I get to see my girls AND it won’t be long till that house sells and I can come back!

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Here are some more WV photos!

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\"west “West Virginia Cousins!”

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\"\" “Berdine’s Five & Dime”

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My grandparents used to bring me into this store when I was a little, little girl. The memories are thick as cobwebs in my neck of the woods today! <3

\n", "date_published": "2014-07-30T01:30:14-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/07/30/berdines-five-and-dime.html", "tags": ["Family","Fun","Gratitude"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/07/21/pendleton-county.html", "title": "Pendleton County", "content_html": "

\"pendleton “My Morning View of Pendleton County, WV”

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My view with coffee this morning. What an amazing place. I’m over in Pendleton County, WV with my cousin and her family. I had a passel of dogs and grandbabies and family and friends in and out all day and it’s just a hoot and a half! There’s never a dull moment here and I love it! <3

\n", "date_published": "2014-07-21T01:30:52-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/07/21/pendleton-county.html", "tags": ["Family","West Virginia","Gratitude","Comfort"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/07/13/todays-the-day.html", "title": "Today's the Day!", "content_html": "

\"today “Today’s the Day!”

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I’m heading out into the wild blue yonder to see my kin in WV. I’m going to fill my well at the source. I’m going to see great old friends and make some new ones. I’m going to sit in the shade underneath a tree and write for hours. I’m going to hug babies and octogenarians. I’m going on a picnic, a party, a concert and out for dinner. I’m unplugging. Three weeks with only intermittent cell service and internet access. My body, mind, and spirit are looking forward to slowing down to the pace called “country”. To sitting by the barn my great-grandpa built. To listening for that elusive whip-poor-will. To sweet tea and pepperoni rolls and Mr. Bee potato chips. To taking a moon bath at the rain barrel after dark. To lightning bugs and peepers. To the sound of a far distant dog’s bark echoing up the holler. To hay bales wrapped in white looking like huge marshmallows in fields so green it hurts your eyes. To ice cream by the Ohio River, watching the river traffic and the lights shimmer on the surface like glass. To fresh coffee and bacon and biscuits with jam. To summer corn and fried green tomatoes.

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Today I am heading to West Virginia…the closest thing to Heaven here on earth. Yes….today I am going home.

\n", "date_published": "2014-07-13T01:30:17-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/07/13/todays-the-day.html", "tags": ["Family","Fun","West Virginia","Gratitude","Love"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/07/12/happiness.html", "title": "Happiness!", "content_html": "

\"happiness “It’s not selfish to love yourself, take care of yourself, & to make your happiness a priority. It’s necessary.”

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OMGosh! I forgot to schedule my post last night! I’ll tell you why. I was so busy being happy and basking in the glow of family love. Last night we celebrated! Daughter #1’s 40th birthday was yesterday, son-in-law’s 40th is tomorrow, grandma’s 85th is the 23rd. And, the kid’s 19th anniversary is Tuesday. What a great evening!

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I kept granddaughter #2 with me last night in TOW-Wanda. She has such a difficult time settling down to sleep and it is just like going back in time. Her mommy was exactly like her. Exactly!

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Not sure what the day will bring us but it’s all ours. My life is extraordinarily sweet. Hope yours is, too!

\n", "date_published": "2014-07-12T01:30:56-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/07/12/happiness.html", "tags": ["Family","Fun","Gratitude"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/07/11/its-just-stuff.html", "title": "It's Just Stuff...", "content_html": "

\"just “It’s Just Stuff…”

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Ok, I’ve had some time to think about it. For those of you who may have missed my post yesterday, my storage unit was broken into and a BOATLOAD of stuff was taken. My entire art/jewelry studio tools and supplies, two huge storage trunks filled with my power tools, my serger, my carpet cleaner…and our golf clubs. All told, maybe $4-5k worth of stuff. The thing that hurt was losing Mr. Virgo’s clubs. That stung. But the rest of it? Let’s look at that.

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The carpet cleaner? Well…..yay!!!!!

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My serger? I used it to make the most darling clothes for my baby. She’s 24, ok? I’ve dragged that thing around with me for oh…20 years without ever using it…not once. So, it’s gone.

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My power tools? Gasp! That may take a little time to get over. But, I can always get brand spankin’ new, ever so much better, power tools! Yay!!!

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MY golf clubs? True confession? The only thing I loved about playing golf was smoking a cigar with Mr. Virgo! I sucked at it. I am giving countless people a break by not clogging up the golf course with my slow play. See? If you’re a golfer, you’re feeling better already, right? You’re welcome!

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My studio? Ahhhh, my studio. Dang it. I love making stuff. AND…I am a Gemini. I cannot do the same thing over, and over, and over. My creativity comes in spurts. I’m thinking God has a plan. Perhaps He saw that I was struggling with the guilt of having all this equipment and supplies and not really making much from it, and he said, “Ya know, honey….I’m gonna just get this stuff out of your way! Now, look….see how much LESS stuff you have to cart around with you? You’re welcome!”

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Which brings us to Mr. Virgo’s clubs. You know, the guy that stole those clubs didn’t steal them to play a better game. He stole them for drug money. God knows who he is. He will heap burning coals upon his head. He’s not my problem. I’m thinking of the guy who buys (or has already bought) those clubs. HE’S a golfer! He will appreciate the smokin’ deal he’s going to get on that set. And that bag I bought Mr. Virgo as a wedding gift? Icing on the cake because…that is one sweet bag! No, that unsuspecting golfer who picks up this $1700 set of clubs for a song at some garage sale somewhere is going to really love them. He’s going to appreciate the love and care that went into the upkeep of that set. May he get a hole in one his first time out! May he wear a 10.5D and fit into Mr. Virgo’s golf shoes that are in the side pocket. May his hand fit those extra golf gloves that were tucked in here and there. May he have many, many wonderful days out on the links. And if I ever run across him and recognize those clubs, I’ll tell him about a really great guy that loved to golf.

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Because, in the end, it’s only stuff.

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\"flowers “My lovely front porch.”

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The house is showing well. People love it. They love the location and the private back yard. The price is no longer a problem. So, why isn’t there an offer yet? Because it doesn’t have air conditioning. Really? It’s Colorado…you only really need AC for about 3.5 hours in July. Except this year. We seem to be unseasonably warm this year. I spent the afternoon strategically placing fans in windows, turning on the ceiling fans, and I have a guy coming over this evening to put the big window AC unit back in the dining room. That ought to make a difference. I’ve also been changing out light bulbs because so many of the lights have to be on for showings. I don’t have a halogen light for the entryway so I’m heading to the store in a bit to get one. Also, I want to refill the air fresheners and put fresh flowers on the dining room table. The flowers on the front porch are divine!

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AND, the house is being shown today so send up some prayers that this will be the one!!!

\n", "date_published": "2014-07-09T01:30:50-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/07/09/update-on-the-house.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Grief","Gratitude","Grace","God","Courage"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/07/05/determination.html", "title": "Determination", "content_html": "

\"little “Though she be but little…she is fierce.” William Shakespeare

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Big strength can show up in small packages. This little girl is much bigger now and she faces competitive swimming with fierce determination. At 10 years old, she takes engineering classes…never letting the thought that she can’t succeed cross her mind. She’s small, but fierce and I admire her greatly. She is my first grandchild. My sweet, smart, fun, determined girl. I felt so bad for her last night. We were watching the fireworks. As a wise 10 year old, she was comforting her little sister and cousin when they were worried the fireworks might fall on their heads. She explained how they explode and burn up before they hit the ground. Not too long afterwards, someone set off a firework in the parking lot near us and sure enough, one of the sparkly bits burned all the way to the ground, shattering her sense of safety. It was painful to watch.

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We all experience those moments when we realize our sense of safety has been compromised. Safety comes in many forms…physical, emotional, financial. It is disconcerting when things go out of kilter. We who are walking this grief journey especially like it when things are going along smoothly. We don’t like chaos, instability, or unpredictability. That’s why we get anxious at the thought of losing someone else. We’ve already lost too much.

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When I have a wave of grief, it kind of knocks the wind out of my sails and makes me more vulnerable to worry and anxiety. I have to reassure myself that the moment will pass and not catastrophize the situation. It’s not easy because my mind will take off and be ten miles down the road before I know it imagining the worst possible scenarios. It takes a great deal of strength and determination to walk through this fire and I am constantly amazed that I am much, much stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. We all are, even when we think we aren’t.

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We may be but little..yet we are fierce.

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\"merchandise\" ‘An employee of The Mixing Bowl poses in front of merchandise."

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I just visited this delightful little kitchen store in Salida, CO. They have some very cute kitchen items that are small…perfect for travel trailer and tiny home kitchens. The bonus is, part of the proceeds go to support Starpoint, a program that assists special needs adults. They have over 15 employees from Starpoint that work in the store with their job coaches. For those who may not know, my brother has special needs and is a client with a wonderful program near me. They literally gave him a life, so I am passionate about supporting these earth angels who give of themselves so selflessly. If you find yourself in Salida, go see the beautiful people of The Mixing Bowl and drop some serious coin. Tell them Marshmallow Ranch sent you!!!

\n", "date_published": "2014-07-03T01:30:14-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/07/03/the-mixing-bowl.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Camping","Gratitude"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/07/02/aaaaahhhsummer-in-colorado.html", "title": "Aaaaahhh...summer in Colorado!", "content_html": "

\"pagosa “The Hot Springs at Pagosa Springs, Colorado”

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Mr. Virgo and I lived in Pagosa Springs for a year. I’m sitting on the deck of my favorite Mexican restaurant enjoying a taco salad. What a beautiful place! You see mountains in every direction. This is a view of the hot springs pools across the river. The river is filled with tubers keeping cool. It’s the peak of tourist season here in Colorado. Perfect weather for summer fun!

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\"breakfast “Breakfast Along the San Juan River”

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\"sportsmen “My Little Home Away From Home”

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\"silver “Garden Markers”

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I sold silverware garden markers and jewelry to pay for camping and gas on my journey!

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\n", "date_published": "2014-07-02T01:30:10-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/07/02/aaaaahhhsummer-in-colorado.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Camping","Fun","Growth","Gratitude","goRVing"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/06/30/road-trip-into-the-wild.html", "title": "Road Trip Into the Wild", "content_html": "

I saw lots of beautiful, wild places on this last road trip! Here are a couple of photos.

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\"wild “Wild Hot Springs - Reno, Colorado

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It was nearly 100 degrees the day Sue and I stopped here. The water was almost too hot to get into. The spring has been dug out and lined with rocks and cement with a sandy bottom. It is deep enough to get down in up to your neck. It was SO hot, we couldn’t stay in long, but every time we got out, the horseflies came and bit us. It was awful! We didn’t stay there too long. I think it would be wonderful in the winter.

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\"long “Climbing into the wilds of Colorado.”

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My friend Sue and I went over Red Mountain Pass and caught this long view of the far mountain above tree line. So many vistas look like paintings out west. There is a rare and wild beauty in the wilderness of Colorado.

\n", "date_published": "2014-06-30T01:30:04-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/06/30/road-trip-into-the-wild.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Travel","Grief","Overcoming Obstacles","Positive Energy","TOW-Wanda!","Camping","The Grand Adventure","Growth","Gratitude","goRVing","Grace","Courage"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/06/28/writing.html", "title": "Writing", "content_html": "

\"anne “I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.” Anne Frank

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I write every day. Once it became apparent this page was going to be more about my journey than my jewelry, I made a commitment to sit down and think about where I am in the moment and where I am on my journey. I made a commitment to be brutally honest, whether it was pretty or not. So I write…every single day. Except when I know I will be out of cell range. Then I write several days worth of posts ahead of time and schedule one to be published every day that I’m gone. I made a commitment. To you. To myself. I am proud to have this opportunity to share with so many loving, supportive people. I am touched that I have the opportunity to help others on their journey. It’s a blessing.

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I will have plenty of time while I’m here to do some serious writing. I also have plenty if time to hang out with my friend and peace mentor and let my inner child out to play. So often in life, our responsibilities make us too serious. They take away all the fun out of life. We have to “make hay when the sun shines” and get outside and play because before we know it, we’ll be shoveling snow wondering where July went!

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May you step away from the computer, the TV, the cell phone, the laundry and the chores long enough to go outside and put your bare feet in the grass today. Go ahead…do it! You know you want to!

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We’ll catch up later!

\n", "date_published": "2014-06-28T01:30:50-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/06/28/writing.html", "tags": ["Grief","Overcoming Obstacles","Growth","Gratitude","Grace","Courage","Writing"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/06/25/magic.html", "title": "Magic!", "content_html": "

\"woman “Magic!”

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Something magical is happening. Since I put the house on the market, I haven’t slept in it. The most I’ve “cooked” was making a bowl of cereal the other day. I use the shower and immediately clean the bathroom to showing perfection. It took a great deal of effort and a fair amount of money to get this place in tip-top shape and I’ll be darned if I’m going to mess it up when I have a perfectly good house on wheels to stay in.

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Here’s where the magic comes in. I’m losing my attachment to my “stuff”. You know, those things I carefully boxed up because I just HAD to have them? Oh, there are certainly things I would never, ever part with, but by golly…I’m sitting here thinking about those boxes in storage and running an inventory in my head and I can’t think of more than a dozen things that are in there! And if I don’t even KNOW what I have, why on earth do I need it? This is a beautiful revelation.

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My son-in-law’s mom is the dearest person and we are just as much family as if we were blood relatives. I was sitting at her kitchen table having coffee last week. She said, “You know, Ginny…the first thing you need to do is picture exactly what you want your life to look like, then go out and find what fits that picture.” Brilliant! I’ve always accepted whatever house was available and fit my life into it. This time I have an opportunity to totally create the kind of LIFE I want then I can pick and choose what fits into it, be it home, work, travel…whatever. This is a whole new concept to my creative brain and it’s running on overtime with imagination.

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In order to begin this new creation, I have to come up with a list of priorities. Now that I have the house under control, I can spend the days I’m not working divided into three parts. The first part of the day is when I’m most rested and it’s cooler, so I’ll spend that doing any cleaning/gardening/purging/hauling that needs to be done. The second part of the day is when it’s hot and uncomfortable, so I will spend that portion doing sedentary activities like sorting through boxes of papers and pictures, working online taking a downsizing class, and writing my blog posts and book. The third part of the day is when it has cooled off and I am the most relaxed and creative. I can use those hours to read, research, and define my new lifestyle.

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I’ve come a long way on this grief journey. This time last year…well, I really don’t remember much at all about last year, which is probably a good thing. I still miss Mr. Virgo. It still hurts. But I’ve grown a lot this year and I know he would be pleased with my progress. I refuse to sit and let grass grow under my feet. This is good stuff here!

\n", "date_published": "2014-06-25T01:30:53-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/06/25/magic.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Overcoming Obstacles","Hope","Growth","Gratitude","Wisdom","Courage","Presence","Downsizing"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/06/24/remembering.html", "title": "Remembering", "content_html": "

\"teenager “When I was young…”

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I remember when this picture was taken. My senior portrait was taken in the summer of 1970. I had had my first date about six weeks before. My boyfriend (later, my first husband) bought me that pearl ring for my birthday. Pearl is my birthstone. I was fresh, young, athletic. I didn’t know anything about anything, but I had the world by the tail!

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I spent yesterday afternoon going through an upstairs closet that hadn’t been touched yet. I found a box of papers and sat for an hour or so shredding what I didn’t need. I gathered a bag of clothes for donation. I took what very few pieces of clothing that I wanted to keep and put them in the bedroom closet. I found a box of photo albums that I brought back from mom’s after she died. That was ten years ago. I’ve paid to have them moved three times! They were in those awful, sticky albums they can out with in the ’70s. It took me four hours to convert a large box of albums into a small stack of pictures that easily fit in three one-gallon ziplock baggies. Two for me and one to take to WV this summer. I also took my brother’s stack and put them into the best album I had emptied. Progress!

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I finished up at 7:30 and headed back out to the lake to spend the night. Every day spent purging, cleaning, clearing the clutter from my life makes me feel 10 pounds lighter. Sort of fresh, young, athletic…like this girl in the picture.

\n", "date_published": "2014-06-24T01:30:08-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/06/24/remembering.html", "tags": ["Family","West Virginia","Growth","Gratitude","Downsizing"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/06/23/memories-of-old.html", "title": "Memories of Old", "content_html": "

I ran across a catalogue with pictures of some of the old toys I had growing up. Who remembers these?

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\"golden “Golden Book Encyclopedia”

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I read every volume of this encyclopedia set cover-to-cover multiple times. I have always had a thirst for knowledge and a love for words.

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\"firebird “Firebird ‘99 Dashboard”

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My brother and I took lots of “drives” in our little “car”! Beep, Beep!

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\"kissy “Kissy Doll”

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I never had the Kissy Doll. You pressed her hands together and she made a kissing sound. I had friends who had one though. I did have that doll down in the right hand corner.

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\"bride “Bride Doll”

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I had two of these bride dolls. One with reddish hair and the other brunette like in this picture. Why is it the first thing a little girl does with a doll is take all their clothes off? I still have these dolls…but no clothes!

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\"irish “Laughter really IS the best medicine!”

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I am blessed to have good friends who really enjoy making me laugh. Whenever I feel I’m painting myself into a corner, I know I can call these people up…anytime, day or night. The stress of life just melts away. Last night it was watching “When Harry Met Sally” and laughing our butts off even though we had seen the movie many times. Thursday it was a day spent with a dear friend browsing shops and eating our way through two towns. Tonight it was a phone call with my buddy in Florida and laughing about everything whether it was funny or not…simply for the joy of hearing the laughter of the other.

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A couple of days after Mr. Virgo died, I went to Target and bought every funny movie I could find in the bargain bin. I knew I was going to need laughter as much as I was going to need tears. Laughter releases endorphins…natures opiates. Those “feel good” hormones that make any pill easier to swallow. They create a sense of euphoria when taken in large doses. They’re “good for what ails ya”, as my grandma used to say. I’ve been blessed with an oversized funny bone. I’ve been known to entertain myself when I can’t sleep by writing stand-up comedy routines instead of counting sheep. Laughter has carried me through my darkest days, and it will continue to do so.

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I hope you laugh at the little things, the absurdities of life, the slapstick antics of the people surrounding you. We all deserve to feel good…and make others feel good. Here’s to laughter!

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\"small “Patience”

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I have very little of it. I like instant gratification. That’s why I knit with big needles…you can see progress quickly. However, those stitches are awfully loose with big holes in them. The scarf made from big needles may be decorative but the wind will whip right through it. So it just goes to show, patience truly IS a virtue and the results are better and longer lasting.

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One week ago, I put my house on the market. It has shown several times. It hasn’t sold. I’m sitting over here drumming my fingers on the table going “Come on, already…buy the darned thing so I can move on with my life!” One week. Seven days. Why am I so impatient? Because, I lost my patience once I got high speed internet. I lost the ability to sit on the porch for hours watching the birds and butterflies when I started working 60 hour weeks. I forgot how to anticipate pleasure when the DVD was invented and I could watch seven years of West Wing in a few weeks.

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So, here’s my solution to the angst of wondering when the house will sell (because, honestly…I WILL drive myself bat s#&@ crazy waiting if I don’t resolve to approach it differently!). I’m going to forget I ever bought this house in the first place. I’m going to pretend I am a gypsy and the only home I own is on two wheels and I tow it behind a Ford. I’m going to let go and let God be my real estate agent in charge of sales. It’s not my house anyway. God has just been gracious enough to let me live in it. I’m going to move over and get out of His way. He has big plans for me and when He’s ready for me to take my next big step, He’ll bring the perfect buyer! In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy a beautiful Colorado summer and camp as much as possible, go fishing, roast marshmallows, go to fairs and festivals, listen to live music, eat watermelon, travel to WV to see family and friends….you name it, I’m doing it. Because this is summer. This is my time to have fun. I’m not going to ruin it by worrying about something I have no control over anyway.

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Happy 1st Day of Summer, everyone!!!

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\"dori “Ewe’s not fat…ewe’s just fluffy!”

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I swear…ever since I made the decision to sell the house I’ve been eating everything that I normally stay away from. My new rule seems to be “If it’s not nailed down, it’s fair game!”

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Stress eating has always been my nemesis. Sweet, salty, and fried things sing a Siren’s song, tempting me and leading me down a familiar path. Comfort foods. Food you don’t need that feeds a monster inside…uncertainty, fear, insecurity. The trouble is, once that monster is awakened, it is NOT easy to cage him again.

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I am (almost) past the point of hating my body. Madison Avenue gives us airbrushed images that are simply unattainable. Sometimes the attempt to create an image of the perfect woman results in noticeably poor, often laughable, airbrush technique. I try to find these editing mistakes which divert my attention from my cellulite and big, comfy tummy. I am (almost) to the point of not caring that these bat wings on my arms are nearing the capability of flight

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Seriously, I have (almost) licked the negative self-talk. I know this phase is temporary. Things always turn around when the stress monster is forced back in his cage. I know this too shall pass.

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<3

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\"sheep\" “I Did It!!!”

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I spent so much energy wondering how on earth I was ever going to get this house in shape to put it on the market. I whined. I cried. I complained. But, I persevered. And I got it done. Thank you to Hannah and Denise and Hunter for the time you could give me. Thank you to my neighbors for popping in when I needed a little muscle to move things around. Thank you God for having faith in me! The house is listed, the St. Joseph statue has been buried and prayed over. I’m sleeping in today!

\n", "date_published": "2014-06-14T01:30:38-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/06/14/i-did-it.html", "tags": ["Faith","Family","Gratitude","Courage","Downsizing"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/06/13/its-my-birthday.html", "title": "It's my Birthday!", "content_html": "

\"little “Happy Birthday to my Beautiful Self!”

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Mr. Virgo made a huge deal over my birthday because he knew how much I loved it. Birthdays are meant to be fun and celebrated with abandon because you’ve made it through another year. I was so sad on my birthday last year because Mr. Virgo wasn’t here to celebrate it with me. It came and went with little fanfare. I think I got a card. The girls at work got me a cake. My kids called. I cried all evening.

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Well, not this year! I have much to celebrate. It’s Friday the 13th! It’s a full moon! I’m listing my house today! I’m going out for lunch with friends today! I’m going out with friends tonight! I went out with a friend for lunch on Tuesday! I went out with the girls from work yesterday! I’ve got the next week off with TOW-Wanda! I get to visit with my friend from California! I’m healthy! I’m happy! I’ve got my groove back! Oh, I can just FEEL Mr. Virgo smiling down on me and saying, “That’s my girl!”

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Happy Birthday to ME!!!

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\"your “Collect things you love, that are authentic to you, and your house becomes your story.”

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My story is packed away in boxes stacked neatly in a 10x10 square. I chose my treasures wisely, selecting those with the grandest of stories. My great-grandfather’s bowler hat and walking stick. I remember when I was very young, my grandpa would play a tune on the fiddle and Grandpa Richardson would dance a soft-shoe across the back porch. I have my grandma’s churn and treadle sewing machine. My grandmother’s radio.

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It’s not just the older generation coming along with me on my next journey. My grade school lunch box, my bride doll, even my little rubber lamb from my toddler days made the cut. My children’s handprints.

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I’m a storyteller. When you enter my house, your eye will move from place to place, resting here and there on an object of interest. If I notice you enjoying my collections, I’ll likely take you by the arm and tell you the stories behind each one. I’ve bored many guests to tears that way ! :-)

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It became easier to purge much of my stuff when I asked myself some questions. 1) Do I LOVE it? 2) Does it have a great story? 3) Will it make my life more joyful? And 4) Is there any chance my kids will want it? If the answer to all four questions was yes….and I mean an enthusiastic YES…it went to storage. After it’s been there awhile, if I open the box and it feels like Christmas morning when I was six, then I’ve got a keeper. If not, then I will re-evaluate. I have the time. I have the patience. I have the resources. I am so very grateful. <3

\n", "date_published": "2014-06-12T01:30:49-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/06/12/my-story.html", "tags": ["Grief","Growth","Gratitude","Courage","Downsizing"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/06/04/good-morning-colorado.html", "title": "Good morning, Colorado!", "content_html": "

\"view “Good Morning, Colorado!”

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Ok, waking up to this does not suck! Climbing back in bed with a fresh cup of French pressed coffee and listening to the birdsong is just further evidence of God. This was in a section of the campground reserved for groups so not everyone gets to see this!

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Colorado is an odd state. We go from the furnace inside to the furnace outside in a matter of days. When the temp gets up in the eighties, I start sleeping in TOW-Wanda…even if it’s at the curb in front of my house. The other night, I was just drifting off when a fox and a feline of some sort decided to have an altercation right under my open window. Have you ever heard a fox bark? It sounds like a woman screaming. I about jumped through my skin!

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Ahhhh, living in the wild in a travel trailer!

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\"creativity “Creativity”

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I am “off the grid” for a few days of R&R with some girlfriends. No water, no electric, no cell service for 30 miles. Bliss!

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Today’s post is about the creative mind. This list is SO me! I change my mind constantly. This has caused me problems in relationships because, unless a partner is extremely flexible, they are left wondering what the heck just happened. I have a tendency to be eccentric. Just look at that profile picture! I certainly color outside the lines and dream big. I love creatives. They march to their own drum. They are exciting risk takers that have great big juicy lives. So, why then am I so attracted to Virgos? Mr. Virgo held the string to my kite. He kept me from flying off the face of the earth. I have a really good friend who is a Virgo and does the same thing…listening patiently, giving advice, ready to grab that string if I ask. It’s the Gemini in me. I want to learn and do….EVERYTHING. And sometimes…sometimes I MIGHT do it twice….unless I change my mind!

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\"to “To Be or Not To Be…”

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That is the question Shakespeare asked of us. It indicates a choice is to be made. It forces the person being asked to take an active role in the conversation. It is existential. It is profound. It is the square root of who we are.

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When I was in my forties, I had a teenager and a toddler and a husband who worked a difficult job and was gone long hours. He wasn’t a demonstrative person. I was involved in a hundred different things, trying to keep all the plates spinning on the sticks like the guy on Ted Mack’s Amateur Hour. Yet my soul was starving to death and when everything came crashing down around me, as it was bound to do, I saw a psychiatrist for depression and anxiety. We had worked together for a few weeks when he asked me a question I could not answer. As a matter of fact, I could not comprehend what was being asked.

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“What does GINNY want?”

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I was dumbfounded. Not only did I not know what Ginny wanted…I didn’t know who Ginny WAS. I don’t mean in an amnesiac kind of way. I mean in an existential kind of way. I was in my forties and no one, including myself, had ever asked me what I wanted. I changed doctors. I thought something was wrong with him to ask such a weird question. I could not relate.

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I did finally get better and it was a terribly rocky road to get there. But, even in my “wellness”, I didn’t realize I still couldn’t answer the question. I didn’t realize I still didn’t understand what was being asked. Not until a few months after Mr. Virgo died did I confront my identity.

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Initially it was “Who am I without Mr. Virgo?” I’m a mother…a grandmother…an aunt, sister, friend, employee, artist, writer, explorer…yada, yada, yada. These are my roles in life…my assigned titles that categorize where I sit at the big kid’s table. I am a Christian and that gives me great comfort. But….what do I want? The BIG “I”. The “I” that expands far beyond the confines of familial roles.

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This is the first time I have felt my “wholeness”. I feel expansive with limitless possibilities. I’m learning to enjoy my own company without relying on someone else’s compass. I like this person I am becoming. I love that I am a spacial thinker. I love that I am just the right age and size and that my skin fits me and makes reminders around my eyes that I have had great moments of joy in my life. I get a kick out of my ability to find the humor in just about any situation. I am touched by my heart when it aches with compassion. I am happy that I can cry tears of grief for a man I loved more than life. It means I HAD that love…that I FELT that connection with another soul. And I am grateful that I hold these memories close to my heart. They comfort me as well.

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I don’t know if I will always be alone. But for right now, I am busy stretching my wings, flapping them around, doing a few little test flights here and there. I’m learning, not only what Ginny WANTS, but also who Ginny IS. I am making an active choice…to be or not to be. I am happy to just be ME.

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<3

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\"music “Nostalgia”

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A friend from high school posted today that we are coming up to our 43rd anniversary of our high school graduation. I’m fortunate to be connected here on FB with hundreds of my fellow graduates. When you consider we had over 800 students in our senior class, that is pretty impressive. We chimed in and discussed our memories of that night. I have to admit, my memories are pretty vague. I can’t tell you who I sat between. I don’t remember what I wore or who was the Valedictorian. But, I remember the music. One of my classmates composed a classical piece that the orchestra played at the ceremony. He and his girlfriend, also a classmate, were the first classmates we lost when they died the next year from carbon monoxide poisoning. A tragedy.

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Music has a way of taking you back to a certain point in your life. I’m working around the house today and I turned on my iPad. The first song was “Maggie May” by Rod Stewart. It came out in ‘71, the year I graduated from high school. Warm memories of summer nights driving down country roads with the wind whipping my hair out the window, laughing and totally carefree, came to me as thick as cobwebs. Three years later, I was living in England, a newlywed, a new baby, and an 8-track player sitting on the floor of my flat…down on my knees waxing the cork flooring and Rod starts singing about Maggie. “You led me away from home, just to save ya from being alone.” We’ve recently talked about hindsight being 20/20. That marriage didn’t last too long but it gave me my beautiful firstborn. Hearing Rod Stewart always takes me back to those hopeful days of youth when I thought I knew something.

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And it makes me smile.

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\"anne “Live!”

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I have a magnet on my fridge that says “May you live all the days of your life!” A sound reminder that we can so easily become complacent in life. The devil you know is better than the one you don’t. Wrong! It took the awakening of spring to shake me out of my winter reverie. I went into hibernation as a means to just “get through” the long, cold darkness of another Colorado winter. My first winter without Mr. Virgo here to keep my home fires burning. As soon as the days started to get longer, I stretched and raised my head to look around only to find myself stagnant and unmoving. Like a bear emerging from her den, I went in search of food. I fed myself on the spring shoots called “fun in the sun”, and formulated a plan. I can sit here till the cows come home and write and expound on my deepest thoughts, but I am like anyone else…I sometimes have trouble following my own advice. Better late to the party than to never have bought the dress!

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I stopped at Lowe’s after work and bought flowers for the front porch. When I got home, my next door neighbor was loading up a bunch of trash and the old hot tub from my yard onto a trailer to take it to the dump for me. Nice kids, these neighbors. Afterwards, it was hot and sticky. I turned on the air conditioner and took a quick snooze. Caught up with my Facebook friends and now I’m out in TOW-Wanda enjoying the sounds of the crickets and the neighborhood kids squeezing out the last of the sunlight before their mamas call them in for the night. It’s cool sitting here, propped up on my pillows in front of the open window, the gentle evening breeze brushing against the back of my neck.

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It’s funny how this journey brings you to such polarizing moments. Right now I am peaceful and content. Last Wednesday I was standing in the hall closet clinging to Mr. Virgo’s jacket, crying. It’s exhausting to ride the roller coaster of emotions. I’ve been told the second year was harder for many of my readers who are widowed. I can understand that. The first year you’re numb. The second year you’re well aware of what has happened and have pretty much resigned yourself to this new, solitary life. And it reminds you over and over that you aren’t a couple anymore. But I refuse to become one of the lost souls who can’t make it past this. I will fight with every ounce of my being to live the life Mr. Virgo was denied. And when those times of complacency settle over me, I will set a weekly alarm on my calendar to call a meeting of the Board of Directors (table for one, please) and discuss where this life is headed. Am I meeting my goals? Am I moving forward, even if it’s a snail’s pace? Do I need to touch base with someone I trust to make sure everything is ok? AM I ok? This week, I am fine. This week, I am up to my armpits in alligators and that makes everything else easier to deal with. <3

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\"sandals\" “New Shoes!”

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I wrote recently that I have been having trouble with plantar fasciitis. It turns out my older daughter has the same problem. We both break out the sandals as soon as the snow melts and wear then till it’s too cold to feel your toes. This can wreak havoc with your feet when you get no support.

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She has a pair of these sandals and when I tried them on, I knew I needed a pair as soon as possible! They are made by abeo. They have two arch supports. The traditional one and one under the ball of your foot to support the metatarsal arch. Oh my…they are divine…pricey but well worth it. I walked all day yesterday and wore them all day today and no more pain.

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We bought them at The Walking Store. They scanned my feet to determine where my pressure points are and knew my size precisely. I also purchased a pair of exercise shoes with orthotics so I can get back to walking comfortably.

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Oh dear…orthopedic flip-flops. I am old.

\n", "date_published": "2014-05-19T01:30:20-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/05/19/new-shoes.html", "tags": ["Positive Energy","Growth","New Ideas","Gratitude","Aging"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/05/11/happy-mothers-day.html", "title": "Happy Mother's Day!", "content_html": "

\"enjoy “Happy Mother’s Day!”

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My older daughter called this week to figure out our Mother’s Day plans. Granddaughter #1 has a swim meet next weekend that I want to see so we’ll celebrate then. Daughter #2 was coming up this weekend but she has a final on Monday so I’ll see her next weekend as well. In the meantime, we can FaceTime. I love that.

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Mr. Virgo always bought me flowers for Mother’s Day. And a gushy card. That man knew how to buy a gushy card! I have them all tucked away for safekeeping. Those will have to make the move with me. I usually plant my flower beds on Mother’s Day but this year we are under a winter storm warning! Seriously? I mean, we need the moisture but why can’t it just rain like it should at this time of year? It’s SPRING already! So, I’ll go to church and work on the house. And call those special women in my life.

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My mom died in 2004. I still think of calling her every Sunday. I usually called at least a couple of times a week, but Sunday was our set in stone time to talk. I miss my mom. She was a peach!

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Happy Mother’s Day to all you Moms…and Dads who had to be Moms, too!

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\"letting “Letting Go”

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As I begin the big purge, I look at these things I’ve dragged around with me most of my life. I’ve paid movers three times to tote a lot of it. I’ve boxed and unpacked countless times over the years. It’s exhausting. And totally unnecessary. I am having a garage sale on Saturday (the first of several, I am sure). I am asking my family what they want and giving them responsibility for the care and feeding of those heirlooms I won’t have room for. A daunting task, but I am determined!

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One of my readers posted something a few weeks ago and it really hit home. She was holding something, showing it to her daughter. She said, " This belonged to Aunt Mary. I can’t get rid of this!" Her five year old granddaughter said, “Nana…do you need that to remember Aunt Mary?” Out of the mouths of babes, such wisdom. No, I don’t need my grandpa’s broken lunch pail. I don’t need the Sloan’s Liniment bottle I fished out of my grandma’s barn. I don’t need my great-grandfather’s bowler hat or his walking stick. But I want them. They are part of my history. They are alive with their stories. How do you pass the stories on to the youngest generation without the props? I don’t know. I suppose I will whittle, and whittle, and keep those things that I think I cannot live without. Then I will whittle some more. I cannot possibly take my daughter’s suggestion and get a dumpster. How on earth can you do that? With that in mind, let’s look at the other side of the coin. I’ve always been good at that. What if everything were destroyed in a fire or flood? Just…gone? Would my life end? Of course not. Would I be sad? Sure I would. But, I’d still have the stories….just without the props.

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I can do this. I can lighten my footprint and not leave a disaster behind for my girls to clean up. I spent two whole months emptying my mother’s house out. I was furious with her for leaving me with such a mess. I have since softened my heart in that regard, but man…that was a huge chore and one that I don’t want to leave for my girls. Because I know my daughter. She will rent a dumpster and off it will go. At least this way, my treasures will go to someone who will love them.

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\"bob “Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.” Bob Marley

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Like my little six year old grand daughter, I have always been a deep thinker. For a long time, I thought everyone thought the same way I do. But we all think and dream in different colors. And sometimes, time itself wears us down to the point we really are just putting one foot in front of the other…slogging through life. I’ve heard people say they have no control. Life just happens willy-nilly and $#@! happens. Well, yeah…sure. Life hands us lemons a lot of the time. Our control comes in what we do with what comes our way. Do we take out our umbrellas and dance in the rain? Or do we just get wet? It really is a choice and that puts us in control.

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I hope you splash in the puddles of life!

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\"saudade “West Virginia, here I come!”

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I’m going home. I’m taking three weeks and heading for the hills. I’m going to visit family, hang with friends, get away in the woods, feel my roots dig deep in the red clay. This is where I get refreshment for my soul. This is where I find the Fountain of Youth. This is where I find my smile. I want a small piece of it to call my very own. I will look to see what I can find while I am there. I could spend a good chunk of the year there easily enough once I retire. I could find a place to park TOW-Wanda and feel right at home. Yes….I’m feeling energized and looking forward to wonderful changes in my life!

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\"child's “Out of the mouths of babes.”

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We all adore our grandchildren and each feel ours are the smartest, the kindest, the most beautiful, the best…and they are. That’s our job as grandmothers…to give them everything we wish we would have been smart enough, and wealthy enough, to give our own children. Grandchildren are our gifts from God…our reward for accepting the daunting task of parenting and surviving.

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My grandchildren are, of course, the best. My 10 year old is smart and beautiful and athletic. My 6 year old is my loving, tender, deep thinker. I’m spending a few days with them this week and we are all thrilled.

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We are having our annual Easter dinner at my son-in-law’s parents even as I write this. We hunted for Easter eggs and exchanged baskets and took lots of pictures. Then my little one, my thinker, my old soul told me she had something for me. She had made me this card. It was everything I could do not to cry. She misses her Papa. And…she understands me like few adults do.

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Yes, my grandchildren are the best.

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\"O “Ironic, isn’t it?”

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Yes, I am ashamed to say it, but that IS an actual photo from my actual “craft” room (aka The Disaster Room). Ok, it’s not in the house where I am currently living, but…like the proverbial bad penny, it always returns. No matter where I live, this room follows me like Pigpen’s little dust cloud.

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There HAS to be help for someone like me! Ok, short of calling the producers of Hoarders…I’m not THAT bad. But it’s borderline pathologic the way I hang on to some things. I will formulate a plan. When I get back from my next adventure, I am tackling this house and getting it in order! I am selling stuff. I am organizing a garage sale. I am taking things to a consignment shop. I am donating to charities. I’m done with feeling like Damocles’ sword is hanging over my head. It has finally become unpleasant enough to want to do something about it.

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The majority of my house is just fine. It’s really just the garage and my office/studio. I’m a Gemini. I’m not an organizer. I need a staff! I could be as creative and together as Martha Stewart if I just had staff!

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Resumes being accepted now. Apply within.

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\"fresh “Farm Fresh Eggs”

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Once you have farm fresh eggs, you realize what terrible reproductions you’ve actually been eating. They are rich and the yolks are a deep orange and they stand up in the pan, not like those pale yellow things that just lay there.

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I swear I remember my grandma having chickens when I was very little, but my aunt says she has no recollection of that. I know we had extended family with chickens, ducks, geese, guinea hens, and pheasants. I have always wanted chickens but have never lived where I could have them. One of my dearest friends had chickens. They lived in town and city council had just approved a certain number of chickens per household. The only thing was, you couldn’t have roosters. She got a batch of fancy chicks and was assured they had been sexed and there were no roosters. Well, when the time came, there was a great deal of cock-a-doodle-dooing coming from the chicken coop and the town officials were on her. She tried like crazy to find homes but everyone had their quota and we ended up butchering them, thinking we would at least have some chicken meat out of the ordeal. No such luck. They were so scrawny they might as well have been songbirds. And the whole episode was thoroughly traumatic for all involved.

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I have a cousin in WV who had a couple of huge chicken houses where they produced fertilized eggs for the poultry industry. We went to visit once and I was shocked at the sheer volume of chickens and the noise. They did a great job of keeping it clean but man, it was a lot of work picking eggs every day. I asked my cousin if she would send us home with some eggs. I was SO disappointed. I pictured them being like farm eggs but they were worse than store bought because their only purpose was reproduction, not food.

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Speaking of eggs, besides the obvious upcoming Easter holiday, Passover is this week. At the Seder, the traditional meal on the first and second nights of Passover, a Seder plate is laid out with, among other things, an egg to symbolize the arrival of spring and new growth. The Last Supper was a Passover Seder. I would like to wish my family and friends a Happy Passover. I have been so busy this week, I forgot to say anything.

\n", "date_published": "2014-04-17T01:30:40-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/04/17/farm-fresh-eggs.html", "tags": ["Strong Women","The Farm","Gratitude","Grace"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/04/14/roots.html", "title": "Roots", "content_html": "

\"old “My Family Roots”

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It is at this time of year that I begin longing to see my home place. The older I get, the more I miss my roots in West Virginia. I long to hear the peepers up the holler. Those of you who know what that is, know what I’m missing. The dogwood and redbud trees are blooming. Ramp Festivals are in full swing. A short trip up the hill and you can find some sassafras root to brew up your spring tonic tea. Good for what ails ya, my grandma used to say. Rain on the tin roof. Water in the “crick”. Warm days, cool nights. Family. Friends.

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Oh, I miss how green smells.

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This is a picture of my ancestors…my roots. My grandma is the young girl in the center. My great-great-grandparents on the far sides. I love the feeling I get when I see the continuity of the gene pool…knowing the curve of my daughter’s face came from this one, and the hair color of my brother came from that one. We are in there, tucked inside this picture…carried along the same as my unborn great grandchildren are. I love this.

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West Virginia is calling…and I must go. Soon.

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\"waterfall “Joyfulness”

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“Joyfulness keeps the heart and face young. A good laugh makes us better friends with ourselves and everybody around us.”\nOrison Scott Marden

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In the weeks and months following Mr. Virgo’s death, I wasn’t sure I would ever really laugh and feel joy again. True…I bought TOW-Wanda and joined Sisters on the Fly so I would have joyful things to look forward to, but it was truly difficult to look far enough ahead to see long lasting happiness. But, eventually, I did feel joy. I got my sense of humor back. I laughed again. There were times when I had to make the conscious decision to be happy, but those times have become fewer and farther between.

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One of the first things I did in the days before the funeral was hit the bargain bin movies at Target and buy several comedies. My daughters and I watched a couple of them and I also found them to be very helpful during the dark months of winter. Another thing I did was surround myself with really fun and funny people. I have this one particular friend that can always, always, always make me laugh. When I’m down, I can call him and after the obligatory consolations, we are off on a laugh fest that has us rolling. I have several friends like that, actually. Laughter is SO important. It really IS the best medicine!

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If you are new to this journey, trust me…you will laugh again. Your loved one wouldn’t want you moping around being sad for too long. On the other hand, take whatever time you need to grieve. And know it’s a roller coaster. There isn’t a single trajectory. There isn’t a right way or a wrong way. There is only YOUR way.

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<3 Ginny

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\"marvin “If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else.” Marvin Gaye

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So, yesterday I mentioned that I went through the whole day Monday without remembering it would have been Mr. Virgo’s and my 7th Wedding Anniversary. Thanks to everyone who sent me love and sweet thoughts. Now that I’ve had a chance to think about it, I realize it is just another step in healing. I haven’t forgotten him. I’ve just been living this amazing life I’ve been given and I still take him with me wherever I go.

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When I went out for my walk/run yesterday, I went from my house to the cemetery for the first time. When I travel in TOW-Wanda, I bring a rock back from each trip and place it around Mr. Virgo’s grave and tell him about my trip. I did that yesterday without thinking of our anniversary. It was only after getting to the office and seeing the calendar that I remembered. And I felt sadness wash over me.

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But then something amazing happened. I’ve been reading The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singer and have learned that “I” am not the thoughts, the voice chattering in my head. That voice of admonishment that chastised me for not remember on the day itself is not “me”. I remembered that “I”…the real “me”…sits back and observes that chatterbox. And really, what was the difference between the five minutes BEFORE I remembered and the five minutes AFTER? Only one thing…a tiny thought. I remembered. Everything else…the ensuing feeling of guilt…was nothing more than self judgement. Is anything really different after I remembered? Nope…he’s still gone. I’m still here. I’m still functioning and strong. I’m still standing. It may have taken me a few hours of rumination to work that thought through, but the point is…I DID work through it. I know HOW to work through it.

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What an amazing revelation to know where “I” sit…to know who “I” am. Things will never be the same.

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\"woman “Meanwhile, back on the farm…”

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This photo makes me smile. We lived in this log house on two acres a few miles out of town. I grew up spending a lot of time on my grandparents’ farm in WV. I owned every issue of Mother Earth News. I cut and split wood. And I wanted a garden, so I borrowed this old John Deere and plowed the south forty. Well, 4000 square feet of it anyway. I had every vegetable you could want and they were growing like crazy. I went back home to visit family the end of June and my husband called me to break the news. We had a hard freeze and my garden was gone. June 23rd. Sigh.

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I tried again the next summer and apparently the deer got the memo about the new 4000 square foot salad bar opening up because they were camped out with bibs on. Grrrrr.

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I didn’t have a garden for years till I bought this house 14 years ago and I can’t say I have a proper garden. A neighbor moved and left their hot tub saying they’d be back for it. I never heard from them again. I filled it and it worked for a year. When it broke, I filled it with dirt and created the world’s biggest container garden! I got quite a lot of veggies out of it.

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Hope you are enjoying your spring…wherever you are!

\n", "date_published": "2014-04-08T01:30:25-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/04/08/meanwhile-back-on-the-farm.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Family","Uplifting Stories","Strong Women","Fun","Gratitude","Peace"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/04/07/simplicity.html", "title": "Simplicity", "content_html": "

\"ram “We’re all just walking each other home.” Ram Dass

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Long stretches of silence brings us closer to the source. For me, that source is God and I find His peace deep within. My latest trip brought me into close communion with my source as well as a deep reconnection with nature. I could feel the rhythms of the earth. I heard the wind as it rocked my trailer. I smelled the rain in the air. I felt the chill of snow on my back as I lay in the hot springs whose very source is from deep within our planet. My breathing became regular and easy. My sleep was deep and dreamless. My pulse slowed and my mind became quiet. Life became very simple. Good coffee. Writing. Reading. Walking. Visiting with like minded spirits. Yoga. Stretching. Napping. Vegetarian dishes served with intention and love. Meditation. Prayer. Peace.

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We really are one. We are all in this together. What we do on a daily basis has profound impact on the world around us and that ripples out further and further. We get so busy and feel so small and ineffectual. One. One small thing. One small act of kindness. One small gesture of compassion. Can you imagine if every single person, every single day, did one small thing to raise the consciousness of our planet what a difference that would make in the world? Can you imagine if every person in the world said one small prayer every day in their own way of praying what a powerful thing that is?

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We must walk each other home.

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\"rocky “Balance”

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Life is a balancing act. When I was raising my children, I was doing all those extra things you do as a young mother and wife. Soccer, cheerleading, Hospital Auxiliary…I was even a DJ on the local public radio station. I had a 4000 square foot garden and boarded horses. I canned, baked our bread, made yoghurt and tofu as well as chopped wood for the wood stove we heated our house with. Throw in the time I volunteered at a local Arabian farm in exchange for my daughter’s riding lessons and the fact that my kids are nearly 16 years apart and my husband at the time was a doctor and rarely at home, my life was crazy. I felt like that guy on the Ed Sullivan Show who spun 20 plates on sticks and tried to keep them from falling. I exercised like a fiend for stress reduction but eventually it all came apart and the plates crashed to the ground.

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It took a lot of work to put all those pieces back together and I protect my sanity like a mother bear protecting her cubs. I know all too well how easily life can tip out of balance. When I feel the storms of stress rumbling at the edges of my consciousness, I know it’s time to pull back and take a seat deep within. When my mind starts to chatter and criticize, I pray. I meditate. I become the one who listens…the one who hears the chatter. I remind myself that the chatterbox in my mind is not “me”. It is thought. Thoughts come and go. I am always here. When I can sit with that, my mind quiets down and I can just BE. In the present. In this moment. I don’t worry about what happened before…I don’t predict what will happen next. I just retreat to my inner sanctuary for a while. It’s very refreshing and life affirming. It takes practice and becomes easier when you reach “a certain age”. I think we remember that time when we were children. That time before the big people told us what, and what not to believe.

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Yesterday’s drive (note the bighorn sheep that was right beside the road) and subsequent soak in the local hot springs was just such an event. As I sat in my car with TOW-Wanda hooked up and ready, I spent a few moments getting still and taking in the amazing views from my friend’s property. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. I listened to the Earth below me speak her wisdom. As I opened my eyes, there….flying directly at my windshield, not twenty feet away, was a young bald eagle. He swept right by my window, pulling up at the last possible moment. I smiled at the rush of energy that swept through me. I was ready to move into the next room in my soul.

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Ahhhh…Spring cleaning.

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\"Mesa “A Moment in Time”

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I woke up to six inches of wet snow yesterday morning. The only good thing about that (besides the much needed moisture) is that snow doesn’t hang around long this time of year. When I looked out, I noticed my friend Sue was still at home. About then she texted me to see if I was up yet. I went in for coffee and we sat in front of the wall of windows watching a gazillion birds at the many feeders they have.

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Sue was supposed to go to work today but the weather kept her in. Once things cleared a little, we decided to head up to Mesa Verde to see the ruins. They had about a foot of snow up there and it was beautiful!

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While wandering around it became apparent that I am not in shape. I was huffing and puffing and had to sit down whenever I found a bench. Granted, we were up pretty high, but that doesn’t excuse me for letting myself get like this. I spent the winter writing (and eating) and now that it’s Spring, I’m going to get out and walk. Who’s up for a challenge? Anyone want to form a walking club? We can walk “together” for encouragement. :-)

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This moment in time is all we have. Let’s make the most of it, ok?

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\"artistic “Mr. Virgo’s Photography”

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Today is my beautiful #2 daughter’s 24th birthday! Happy birthday, sweetheart…I love you so much!!!

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I spent a pretty mellow day yesterday sitting in TOW-Wanda listening to music, writing, gazing out at the view watching the prairie dogs chasing each other around the field. It was windy again and pretty chilly. I went in to Dolores to pick up some supplies. They have the cutest little market there with homemade pies and lots of natural foods. Farm fresh eggs!

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I know I waited till the last minute, but I tried late Sunday night to sign up for insurance. I have COBRA through Mr. Virgo’s employer but man…it is SO expensive. With the deadline looming, I thought I should check it out to see if I could get something more affordable. I have heard such horror stories about the system and how confusing and difficult it is to navigate. My friend Sue encouraged me to try so I went on the website and called at the same time. I figured that would cover my bases. I must admit, the website for Colorado is a bit confusing. I was on hold for an hour when they came on and took my name and number because there was currently a five hour wait. They asked for a time they could call me on Tuesday and told me that because I had made the attempt before the cutoff time, I would still be able to apply. They called exactly when they told me they would and they took my information. The whole process was extremely easy and I was covered within 20 minutes. MUCH cheaper than the COBRA coverage which will be greatly appreciated. And, I can keep my regular doctor. I am so grateful!

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I worked on my book for most of the day. That always leaves me feeling a bit melancholy thinking about my man. For the most part, I do really well these days. But when you are immersed in it for a period of time, you can’t help but stir up deep seated feelings. I went through my collection of photos Mr. Virgo took through the years. This one is one of my favorites. It’s like a painting. He took this when we lived in Denver. The light was perfect and made the reds in our sofa as well as his holster really glow. When I got rid of his guns, these were two that I kept. They were his favorites and remind me of him. A mountain man in a suit. A cowboy in a 5 Star hotel. He was so rich and deep. My love for him is a bottomless well…a source of great comfort in his absence. I miss him so.

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\"inner “Seeking Inner Peace”

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What a glorious day I had yesterday! I had a nice lazy start then headed over for yoga in the yurt. Many others had the same idea. This was my first ever yoga class and my inner voice would NOT shut up! “Look at these people. They know what they’re doing and you look like a pretzel. Do these leggings make my cellulite as obvious as I think they do? Man, this woman beside me breathes loud! Jeez-o-Pete…just how long IS 80 minutes? I’m glad I just signed up for one class today!” Yack, yack, yack. Yoga is supposed to be peaceful and feel good. If I had to do one more downward facing dog I was going to have to get up off the floor and go punch Doug…Namaste THAT! But, I got through it, went to the restaurant and ate a lovely, calorie laden feast for breakfast, and promptly returned to The Sanctuary…aka TOW-Wanda…to take a much deserved nap. After all, I think I broke a sweat in that yoga class!

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After nap time, I tried to put together a 6 ton hydraulic press (yeah, I know…I’m a mystery to ME, too!). Low and behold, there were pieces missing. Why do I always think it’s a good idea to buy stuff on eBay? I called a guy friend and asked him to see if there is a Harbor Freight in Santa Fe and he sent me the address. I’ll be heading there today so hopefully they’ll have the parts. Oh…..WHY do I have a 6 ton hydraulic press with me on vacation? I thought you’d never ask! I have to get some inventory built up for these two art show/sales and I can write off my trip if I work and show my jewelry to shops where I stay. I think I have figured out a way to flatten spoons without using a 3 pound hammer and smashing various fingers and or thumbs. Smart!

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Anyway, after the missing parts fiasco, I was feeling pretty frazzled and that inner chatterbox was yammering on about always missing the boat or some Tom foolery so I headed for the pools to soak. I stopped in the gift shop (ALWAYS a bad idea). This place is a spa and they take their quiet VERY seriously. There are signs everywhere that say “Whisper Zone”. There is actually an employee that walks around the pool area with a sign that says “Whisper Please”. Well, I was feeling all Ghandi-esque, what with the yoga class and all, and promptly swung my pool bag into an entire display of wind chimes! Two dozen faces turned to glare at me and then started laughing at my vain attempts to silence said chimes. Good grief! I browsed and bought a hat to shade my face and a diet coke (remember the cellulite comment from my inner roommate in yoga class? Well, I got her some potato chips to shut her up!). As I was heading to the checkout, I passed the book stand and saw The Untethered Soul. This is EXACTLY the book I was looking for. It’s all about putting a sock in that inner $&@@$’s mouth and freeing yourself from the constant whining and second-guessing and critiquing that voice does and free you to live in peace and quiet. Sold!

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Namaste!

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\"road “Take me on a ROAD TRIP!”

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After a fun few days with the grandkids, this Nana is hitting the open road this morning! I’m heading south and cruising through Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, and Utah. I’m going to hit every hot springs I can find and will post lots of pics and stories from the road!

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TOW-Wanda!!!

\n", "date_published": "2014-03-24T01:30:17-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/03/24/on-the-road-again.html", "tags": ["Grief","Hope","Camping","Fun","Growth","Gratitude","Comfort","goRVing","Grace","Courage"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/03/23/touching-lives-touching-hearts.html", "title": "Touching Lives. Touching Hearts.", "content_html": "

\"touching “Touching Lives. Touching Hearts.”

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A friend of mine is a widow of seven years and works as a grief counselor for a donor/transplant organization. Her job is to comfort and guide people in their grief as they deal with the complicated topic of tissue and organ donation. As with much of this grief journey, I had no real concept of what this subject would actually FEEL like when the time came to make decisions. As it turns out, my decision was ultimately made for me. Mr. Virgo had spent a good deal of time in Europe in the 70’s and early 80’s and therefore could not have organs or tissue harvested because of the possibility he had been exposed to ‘mad cow disease’. I wish part of him could have been used. The only thing they would have taken would have been his corneas because of his age. He would have wanted to help another and I was so disappointed.

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My friend had a beautiful experience recently when she gathered a donor family and the five recipients of the donated organs. The family wanted to hear their son’s heart as it beat in the chest of another. What courage! What love! What a selfless act of kindness…on both their parts.

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We never know how many lives we may touch when we are generous…with our hearts. With our kindness. With our words. I know you have all touched my life. Perhaps our paths will cross someday and you and I will meet. And we will listen to each other’s hearts.

\n", "date_published": "2014-03-23T01:30:48-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/03/23/touching-lives-touching-hearts.html", "tags": ["Grief","Growth","Gratitude","Comfort","Courage"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/03/22/purging.html", "title": "Purging", "content_html": "

\"purging “Thinking about lightening the load.”

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Well, ok….THINKING about purging. It’s sort of the same thing, isn’t it? I mean, you gotta have a plan, right? I have WAY too much stuff! About 14 years ago I was living in an apartment…a tiny little place with practically nothing in it. Only what I needed or considered beautiful. It was so peaceful and cozy. So now, 14 years later, I’ve accumulated stuff that no one in their right mind would want. Why? What changed? Part of the problem is Mr. Virgo liked to shop as much as I do. He was always ordering something. But it wasn’t just him. I am a certified retail therapist. Really. But I am tired of all the stuff. I’m going to start purging and sell off a ton of stuff. Just THINKING about it makes me feel better! lol

\n", "date_published": "2014-03-22T01:30:32-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/03/22/purging.html", "tags": ["Grief","Overcoming Obstacles","Hope","Growth","New Ideas","Gratitude","Grace","Courage"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2014/03/21/sweet.html", "title": "Sweet!", "content_html": "

Every once in a while you read something that speaks to your soul. This excerpt is just such a beautiful thing. It is so profound in its’ simplicity. And the author was a mere 21 years of age when she wrote it.

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Love is like that…complex and profound yet simple and sweet. Pure. We have all loved. We have all been loved. But when that one true love comes along…there’s nothing that can compare. I believe lightening can strike twice.

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““Once upon a time there was a boy. He lived in a village that no longer exists, in a house that no longer exists, on the edge of a field that no longer exists, where everything was discovered and everything was possible. A stick could be a sword. A pebble could be a diamond. A tree a castle.\nOnce upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.\nOnce upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.”

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Excerpt From: Krauss, Nicole. “The History of Love: A Novel.” W. W. Norton & Company, 2011-07-07. iBooks.\nThis material may be protected by copyright.

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Check out this book on the iBooks Store: https://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewBook?id=450851483

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Excerpt from The History of Love: A Novel by Nicole Krauss

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\"wander “Not all who wander are lost.” JRR Tolkein

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This was taken last summer up at Steamboat Lake above Steamboat Springs. I am chomping at the bit to get on the road! I just found out (after 3 hours making travel plans this morning) that both of my kids are off for spring break next week. I’m changing my plans so I can spend time with them and leave for my road trip a little later than I was going to! Can’t pass up family time!

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\"live “Live Every Day of Your Life!”

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There were SO many days in the year following Mr. Virgo’s death that took absolutely every ounce of strength I could muster to get out of bed. And, I have to admit, there were a handful when I failed. I couldn’t face taking a shower or anything, even though I knew full well I would feel better if I did. Something in me didn’t WANT to feel better on those days. Not in a defeatist sort of way, but I needed to feel my worst so I could get it out of me. I knew enough not to let it go on too long. Only once did I allow two days in a row to be totally eaten up by wailing into my pillows with a box of tissues and an iPod full of sappy country music. For the most part, I was determined to live the days for Mr. Virgo who was denied so many. To live them for my family. And, eventually, to live them for myself.

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I wrote this down….“Get up and LIVE!” There were days, weeks…heck, MONTHS it wasn’t easy. But I swore I wouldn’t waste what God so graciously gives me every morning. Every day that I’m on the right side of the grass is a GOOD day! And some days, I still may take a “rest easy” day. Just because the first year anniversary has passed, doesn’t mean a magical switch was thrown and I’m over it all.

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But, how do you make it happen when all you want to do is pull the covers over your head and listen to Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville sing “Goodbye, My Friend” for the umpteenth time? How many times do you have to ignore the phone ringing because it means coming back to the land of the living and you don’t remember how to breathe? The answer is, of course, however many times it takes, but there are things you can do that can help. Things I didn’t know heading into this, but I think they may help others who are walking this path.

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    Write down a list of everyone who tells you “Call me, anytime…day or night.” Write their numbers down beside their name. Then, when you DO need to talk, don’t call the same person every time. Give others the opportunity to feel useful. And, by calling different people each time, you aren’t “wearing out your welcome.” so to speak.

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    Ask for help when you need it. I found it especially helpful to ask friends to have a meal with me once in a while or sometimes I’d go days and just eat cereal, if anything.

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    On a good day, write down activities you have always wanted to try, movies you would like to see, friends you would like to visit, places you would like to travel. Keep a copy in your purse and on the fridge. That way, the ideas are there when you’re lost and can’t find your way.

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    Put something joyful in front of you that you can look forward to. For me, it was buying my little travel trailer. For you, it could be planning a trip or fixing up a room in your house as a special sanctuary. If you have nothing joyful to look forward to, time will stretch before you interminably.

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    Find a couple of your favorite pictures of your loved one and have them blown up and printed as 8x10’s. You can use a great app like Kicksend, choose your photo and size, and send them to someplace like Target to be printed. You can often pick up cute frames there on sale when the photos are done. I avoided doing this for 10 months because I thought it would hurt too much. But, I can’t tell you the comfort it gave me to have these big pictures all around my bedroom. I wish I would have done it months before.

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These are just a few ways you can help yourself LIVE every day. If you have trouble thinking of more, just ask me or a trusted friend or family member to help you with your list. You WILL live again. You WILL laugh again. It won’t be the same, but if it were…if we did not grieve and mourn…we would not be human.

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<3 Ginny

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\"meme\" “Seek and Ye Shall Find”

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I was discussing this with a friend the other night. This verse can mean so much more than just seeking God. It doesn’t matter what, or who, it is we’re seeking….we will find it.

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We all know someone who always seems to have bad luck. They have endless complaints, nothing goes their way, and they can never catch a break. They are unhappy people. They WANT to be happy (or, at least they SAY they do). But, what are they actually seeking? If you look for the bad in people or situations, that’s all you will ever see. You have chosen to filter your vision through a lens that can only see darkness. The key word there is darkness.

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When you turn your face toward the light, look for goodness, and hope for the best, that is what you will find. At least, most of the time. It’s the same principle you will find in “The Secret”. The universe is like a giant menu. The words that come from your mouth are the orders you are giving to the Great Waiter. Choose them wisely or you will find yourself with a meal you didn’t want.

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\"temperature “Spring!!!”

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Ok, March and April can be our snowiest months in Colorado. But I’ll tell you what, I’ll take a day like this any time of year!

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Love, love, love the sunshine and warmth!!!

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This has been a life changing year. The life I had planned, the one that included growing old with Mr. Virgo, ended abruptly a year ago this Wednesday. I sat in limbo, somewhere between then and now, in a fog of pain and self-doubt but filled with the determination that not only would I survive this challenge, I would thrive. There have been ups and downs, ins and outs, feelings of cowardice and courage. By the Grace of God…here I am. Open, filled with a joyful spirit, and ever, EVER grateful for all that I have. My life is abundant. I wrote this yesterday to post this morning. I already have Tuesday and Wednesday’s messages scheduled to post because today I am retreating with TOW-Wanda for a couple of days. I need to be alone with my thoughts and my memories. I need to just BE. I’ll be back Wednesday and will tell you all about it in Thursday’s post. That will be the first day of the rest of my life. I’m good. Don’t worry. I just want to be alone for a bit.

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Love you all so much!

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<3 Ginny

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\"camper “Stressed out? There’s a nap for that!”

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Ah, to be a kindergartner. To be five and the only responsibility is tying my shoes and keeping a goldfish alive. Someone to give me a cold glass of milk and a warm cookie. Someone to tuck me in with a kiss to my forehead. It’s nap time.

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Entire cultures revolve around naps. Some corporations in Japan offer small cubicles where workers can take a much needed break from the hustle and bustle of a busy life. Einstein worked for a few hours at a time then slept, rising to repeat the cycle and look what it did for HIS brain! I’m not talking the escapism of depression here. That kind of napping is unhealthy. No, I’m talking about taking a break from the BUSY and slow down. A power nap. A peaceful nap. An oasis in an overly cluttered life.

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My schedule has been pretty packed here of late. Gone are those large stretches of time that I needed to survive this year of grieving. I sleep well at night. But occasionally I need to just stop and recharge. I have a friend in her eighties. She is like a mom to me. As a matter of fact, she and her husband stood up for me as my parents when I married Mr. Virgo. I was visiting her the other day. The sun was shining through the south windows. We were enjoying a lazy day, chatting by the fire, when we both started yawning. I feel quite at home at her house, so I just told her I was going to lay down for 30 minutes then I would take her to her doctor’s appointment. I came out refreshed and ready for whatever the rest of the day offered me.

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We don’t always have the opportunity to nap, but if you can swing it…go for it. I’ll have cookies and milk for you when you wake up!

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My heart is tender. My feelings lie on the surface like pebbles on a beach, washed over by the waves of grief till they are worn smooth. Gone are the jagged shards of a broken heart only to be replaced by one so tender and bruised that I tend to want to keep it safely tucked away, untouched. At the same time, I yearn for companionship. It’s a tightrope I walk blindfolded, praying there is a net and I’ll get to the other side. I have so many interests that have come along since Mr. Virgo died. I am not willing to give those up for anyone at this point. The good news is, there is no hurry…time is unimportant in grief.

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I have been expanding my social network the last couple of months. With the new year came new friendships and reunions with old friends I hadn’t seen in years. Connections are being made that will promote my writing and offer new opportunities for speaking engagements. Friendships are being forged and strengthened that offer me comfort and joy. I have a business idea in mind with one friend. Another friend and I are going to plan a women’s retreat at her property. I am being called to speak for a women’s ministry. Bridges are being built between the dark pain of the last year and the bright light of a new life. I am taking steps out on that bridge, a little bit at a time, till I trust it won’t spill me into the chasm below. The walls are tumbling down.

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This is good. I am exploring who I am and what I want my life to look like. I have choices and I’m allowing myself to make them. I’m allowing myself to feel. I’m allowing myself time. My network is expanding providing a web of support and love. Yes…this is good.

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Breathe deep…walk slowly…pick your head up. You are beautiful and strong.

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Someone responded to one of my posts the other day that I was the bravest person she knew. My first thought was, “Oh, I wonder who she’s talking about?” Then I realized it was ME she was referring to. It gave me a chance to reflect on how far I’ve come in this journey. As the time is slipping ever closer to the Angel-versary date of Mr. Virgo’s death, I am finding myself introspective…more so than usual.

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Courage. Strength. Grace. These are things that are slippery. Just when you think you have grabbed the bull by the horns, it turns around and throws you to the ground. You have to get back up, dust yourself off and try again. Over and over and over again. When Mr. Virgo’s death was fresh, and I was paralyzed by grief, the act of getting up in the morning was one of great bravery. Going to the funeral was tantamount to facing the armies of a formidable enemy. That was the first block in the foundation I was building for this new life. And the next day, I laid another, then another and so on until I could breathe and function again. Some days, that block was cracked, uneven and broken. I had to chisel it back out and try again the next day. God stood patiently by, holding the bucket of mortar so that I could build this foundation by His strength when my own failed me miserably.

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I feel God’s grace in my life daily. I feel I am walking the path He had planned for me long before I was an earthly thought. When you are living your life’s purpose, you are in alignment with your higher power. You resonate like a tuning fork. You glow. That’s where I am now in this journey. I am grateful for the strength, courage, grace, bravery…and for you, gentle people, who have held me up when I couldn’t stand on my own.

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I love you all.

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\"letting “Letting Go”

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This has been on my mind for a little while now. Every day is bringing me closer to the end of this journey. Not the end of feelings or sudden waves of grief, but the end of the “Year of the Loss”. A year ago we were enjoying his day off together. We would have had breakfast, watched some TV, maybe gone out for a drive. We would have cooked dinner together. We would have laughed and hugged and held hands. And three weeks later, on his Tuesday off, he was gone.

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Letting go. Letting go of what? My love for him? Never. I will always love him, just as I love my two other husbands. (Yes, I’ve taken up three women’s quotas in the husband department. Sorry.) My memories of him? The important ones will stick around close to the front. Others will eventually file towards the back of the room. I’ve already let go of his physical presence. I haven’t reached for him in the middle of the night in a long, long time.

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So, what else is there to let go of? Attachment. I know many women who will always and forever be “George’s wife” and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. It would have been unthinkable that my grandma would forsake her marriage after Pop-Pop died. She went on and lived 28 years without a man. My mom never dated after her divorce and lived another 24 years without a man. Maybe it’s because I have already suffered the loss of two marriages that makes the act of letting go something that can even be considered. Maybe it is the times we are living in that allow moving on to be more socially acceptable.

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Will I ever actually marry again? I would like to…if it’s meant to be…if it’s the right guy…if our love is epic. In this day and age there are so many factors besides love and companionship to consider. There are finances and tax considerations nowadays that do not reward marriage. But, there are tenets in my faith that condemn cohabitation. Luckily, this is an issue I don’t need to solve today and hopefully, when God brings me another partner, we will be able to work it all out together. I know I won’t be alone forever. I don’t want to be.

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I was forced by definition to let go of being married…well, at least by definition on certain forms. I’ll never forget someone saying shortly after Mr. Virgo died, “You’re not married anymore. Your husband died. You are a widow.” I was hurt and offended and angry that society was taking something away from me that I wasn’t ready to relinquish. I still say “My husband died.” But I just as often, if not more, refer to him as my late husband.

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Letting go is a process. It is a choice. Choosing to let go is not something that should be judged by others. It’s like learning to walk all over again…you reach back for that hand that steadied you till you can do it on your own. And, if you are so blessed, a new hand appears.

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Photo courtesy of Humanity Healing.

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Is it just me or does this subject scare you to death, too? It seems like no matter how tight I draw the purse strings, money falls through my fingers faster than I would like. I’ve never been the best money manager and now I’m in a position where I have to learn what I really should have learned years ago. I’ll admit it…I’ve been a princess in the past and was pampered for far too long. I’ve been on food stamps living in HUD housing and I’ve been a wealthy doctor’s wife. I’ve been everywhere in between so I know I will survive under any conditions because God always provides me with exactly what I need. I’d just like to preserve what I have for as long as I can and leave something to my children and grandchildren. I am blessed…I am grateful. But at times, I get really frustrated…like today.

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A few weeks after Mr. Virgo died, I cancelled his cell phone. He was under my account on our family plan. When I cancelled, I received the usual condolences but no one said anything about a Diamond Wireless contract. This is the loss insurance company. Mr. Virgo is the one who got the phone. He signed the papers. But a few weeks after canceling his number I received a letter from an attorney attempting to collect a bad debt. No phone calls, no communication of any kind. I called and they said since I cancelled within 180 days of him receiving the phone, I owed them a cancellation fee of over $500. I calmly explained the situation and they calmly explained to me that they were very sorry for my loss but a contract is a contract and it’s under my name. I took the letter to my attorney and she said she would send a letter and not to pay anything like that.

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I thought that was the end of it till last week when I received another letter stating they were offering me a one-time chance of amnesty before they go to the court and put a tax lien on my house. This isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve received this threat before from other companies. And to be perfectly honest, it would cost me more in attorney’s fees than to just pay the darned thing and I think they know that. They are also well aware that we, as widows, don’t necessarily have the strength in us to fight these things. It is demoralizing to get a letter such as this. It is frustrating. It’s just one more reminder…“Yeah, well…we’re really sorry but the bottom line is, it’s all about the money.”

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I paid it. It pisses me off, but that’s what the life insurance is for. Here it is, a year later and I still have to deal with this stuff. Will it ever be over?

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\"gypsy “I’ve got a little gypsy in me!”

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Oh, I’ve got it bad. You know what I’m talking about. That itch to get out and do something…anything…outside. In the warm sunshine. To feel my toes in the grass. To hear the birds sing. To feel the tug of a good sized trout that will soon be sizzling over a campfire.

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That’s what I want…right now. I want to hook TOW-Wanda up and feel the miles roll under us. I want to get lost in the woods. I want to go someplace I’ve never been.

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Is it spring yet?

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\"meme\" “Death, Divorce, and the Other ‘D’ Word”

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Dating. There…I said it. I had an interesting conversation with a new friend the other day. She is also a widow and a grief counselor. She asked me if I had given any thought to what my next relationship would look like. Wow. That was heavy. For those of you who have been around the whole year since Mr. Virgo died, you will remember my ill-fated attempt at dating in September. This was a very nice man, a good man, a Christian, and someone from my high school graduating class. Just about everything seemed perfect…except for one glaring fact that neither one of us cared to notice. It was WAY too soon after Mr. Virgo’s death for me to get that involved with anyone. There were some hurt feelings, but I have to say, I am so glad we decided to remain friends because Mr. B has been a delight to talk with and has offered me such great insight into who I am and what I want out of life. He was there with a broad shoulder and limitless compassion when I needed someone to cry to and I’m grateful for that. For a number of reasons, it just won’t be a romantic relationship and that’s ok.

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This brings up an interesting question though. Just when is it ok to date? What will it look like? HOW do you date after the Greatest Show on Earth has closed it’s doors? I know people who have dated just a few months after the loss of their spouse. I also know people who have never dated again. It is not entirely unheard of for a man to date and remarry quickly after he has lost his wife. People may raise their eyebrows a little, but usually it’s with a shrug. “Well, he just needs someone to take care of him.” is often whispered behind closed doors. So what about women? If we date too soon, we’re crazy or a slut or desperate. We are judged harshly, most often by other women. My daughters are split on the subject. My youngest thinks I should be able to do what makes me happy. My oldest thinks I should take time to know who I am because I have always been someone’s something full time. This is the first time I have been on my own without the daily obligation of taking care of someone other than myself. There’s something to be said for both viewpoints.

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I don’t know about you, but it seems like there are two people, at least, in my head. One says “You’re lonely, it’s ok. Find someone to have some fun with.” The other says “Are you INSANE? You just buried one husband a year ago! You want to do it again???” One says “There is nothing wrong with making new friends to go do things with and it’s perfectly acceptable to have male friends in 2014.” The other says “What on earth will people think if I’m seen with someone so soon? Will they think I really didn’t love Mr. Virgo?” One says, “Take your time, don’t be in a hurry, make new friends, live your life, get to know who you are, find out what you really want out of life, and by all means…go out and have some fun. There is nothing wrong with that.” I think that’s the voice I’ll listen to.

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Mr. Virgo lived his life. He had stories that were so entertaining, I would often ask him to tell me over and over. I marveled at the places he went, the people he met, the things he did. He lived his life, but he also questioned what was coming next. He was a Christian, so he knew he was going to Heaven. But, what does Heaven look like? Is it some ethereal thing with streets paved in gold? Is it like earth, only different? Is it whatever you want it to be? There are those who claim to have been there during near-death experiences and I’m not sure I have read any two accounts that match exactly. Mr. Virgo and I used to talk about it. We would theorize, debate, quote, read, watch movies and discuss just what we felt it would be like. His view of Heaven was very simple. It was this picture, taken at an overlook near Pagosa Springs, Colorado. Whenever we would stop here on our way down from the mountains, he would just stare out at this vista and sigh. This was perfection. He would have a log cabin. He would be a mountain man, hunting and trapping and gathering food. He would chop his own wood and carry water from a pristine stream. He would fish and bake biscuits in a Dutch oven. He would sit on the front porch in the evening in a rocking chair he built himself. He would whittle and listen to the evening birds as they swooped to catch the mayflies. And he would visit with God. He pictured God sitting on that front porch with him every evening, discussing the great mysteries of life. He would see his family again. He would meet Lincoln, and JFK, and Mother Theresa. He would rest. He was most looking forward to seeing Jesus. He wanted to ask him every question there was to ask.

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I like to look at this picture and imagine him doing all those things he said he would do in Heaven. I like to picture him with Jesus. It gives me peace.

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\"good “Some good things come out of the worst of times. Molly, age 6”

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My six…almost seven year old granddaughter is one of the most profound thinkers I have ever known. On the night Mr. Virgo was buried, we were sitting at dinner and the divine Miss M sat by me, held my hand and said, “Nana, I am so sorry for what happened to Papa…you must be so sad.” She went on to take her crayons and draw a circle with a cross in it and gave it to me.

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“This is for you, Nana.”

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“That’s beautiful, honey. What is it?”

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“This is for you to put on Papa’s pillow to remind you that he died and didn’t just go on vacation without you.”

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That’s is deep on a couple of levels. First, being left behind on purpose is a fate worse than death to a 5 year old. And second, don’t fool yourself into thinking he’s coming back because he’s not. She is a pragmatist, she thinks and feels deeply, and she is six.

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We went to the mall for Valentine shoes on Saturday. (Doesn’t every girl need new shoes for Valentine’s Day?) We were looking at pictures over lunch and when we came to one of her Papa, she told me she still misses him. A little later, she was trying on her new cowgirl boots and caught my eye with a very serious look on her face.

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“Nana, some good things come out of the worst of times.”

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Indeed, they do, Miss M…indeed they do.

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\"hemingway “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway”

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This quote is the honest to goodness truth. When I write, I feel as though I have given blood. And you all are that welcome glass of orange juice you get afterward. :-)

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I am counting down the days till the one year anniversary of Mr. Virgo’s death. As I do, I am ruminating over what has been most beneficial to me on this grief journey.

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First and foremost would have to be the close, personal relationship I have developed with Jesus. I placed Him in the position of being my Heavenly husband and look to Him for guidance and companionship like I did with Mr. Virgo. He has let me see marvelous things.

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Second would have to be the love and support from my family. Without them, I’m not sure I could have gotten through this.

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Third would have to be writing this blog. I committed the first day to spill my heart out…good, bad, and everything in between. I vowed to be totally honest whether I felt you would like it or not. Whether i felt I would like it or not I pray over my keyboard before I write. I pray for the right words and for the readers to find me who need the message. The feedback and words of love, support, understanding and encouragement are truly mind-boggling and humble me greatly. You have no idea how instrumental this exercise has been to my healing.

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The fourth most important thing was developing close, personal friendships with supportive, loving people who let me be…me. Total and complete unconditional love with a huge dose of tolerance thrown in. The people I could call anytime, day or night. The friend who came to sit with me in TOW-Wanda and talked till dawn because I couldn’t make myself sleep in my bed. The one who opened his heart to me, becoming my mirror so I could see who I really was and know I wasn’t ready. My fellow Sisters on the Fly who helped me find my wings. My Thursday coffee klatch. My buddy, and fellow victim of love lost too soon, who helps me find the next rung on the ladder. The baker gal from California that I met through Marshmallow Ranch who is developing a very cool business idea with me. I love you all and thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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\"dance “Live life with abandon and DANCE!”

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It’s hard to feel down when you’re dancing. Sometimes I just crank up the tunes and rock around the house. It’s good exercise, it’s fun, and it focuses your attention on something other than your pain. It’s ok to take a break from grief once in a while. No one is going to judge you. And if they do, you don’t need that kind of negativity in your life anyway. So put on your party shoes and dance, honey!

\n", "date_published": "2014-02-04T02:30:37-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2014/02/04/dance.html", "tags": ["Fun","Growth","Gratitude","Grace"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2013/12/23/santa.html", "title": "Santa!", "content_html": "

\"santa “Santa and Me”

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I find that if I get out and mingle with people I do a lot better than if I hang out at the house too much. Today was no exception. I found myself wasting the day away so I headed to town about 2pm. I have lived in my small town since 1986 so I can just about bank on seeing someone I know when I’m out and about.

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First stop was the bank. The gals are always so sweet and want to know what adventure I’m heading on next. Then I went to the mall. I needed a screen protector so while I waited I chatted with a gal I knew. She didn’t know about Mr. Virgo so I had to tell her. Sympathy, hugs, promises to do lunch. All so gratefully received. I wandered around till I got to Penney’s. Big sale so I picked up a pair of jeans and saw another gal I’ve known forever. Sympathy, hugs, tears. Pulled it together and headed in the other direction. Down at the other end of the mall, there was Santa with three beautiful children on his lap. Now, my normal operating mode is to cry over Hallmark commercials. Don’t EVEN show me one with a soldier coming home to his mom! I stood watching these bright and shiny faces gazing in wonder at Santa and I was reminded of when Mr. Virgo had his beard (omgosh…he looked JUST like Sean Connery, I kid you not!). He worked at the Hotel Jerome and was asked to be Santa. Oh! You would have thought they had given him the leading role in the year’s biggest blockbuster movie, he was that excited. So of course, I had to stand there watching Santa and the children and didn’t even realize tears were falling off my chin. The children left and I noticed Santa watching me. He cocked his head a little, scooched over in the chair and patted the seat beside him. I looked around and decided I really needed a visit with this jolly, old elf. I walked up and sat down. I kept my eyes diverted a bit because I knew if I made direct eye contact, I was a goner. We sat in silence for a bit and finally, I whispered to him, “My husband died. I need a new heart.” He put his arm around me and drew me close. He whispered back, “I’m so sorry.” I told him what had happened and that I had such sweet memories of Mr. Virgo at Christmas. I apologized for being such a mess. He told me I was perfect. I asked if I could just sit with him for a minute. He leaned his head against mine and patted my back while I cried. It didn’t take long. I had it back together in just a couple of minutes. These water works turn on and off fairly quickly, most of the time. He said, “Will you have your picture taken with me?” I smiled and wiped the last tears away, and with the same awe I saw on the faces of those beautiful children, I nodded and said, “I’d like that.” He whispered, “Thank you for stopping.” I whispered back, “Thank you for being real.”

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\"fur “Me and My Fur”

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After church this morning, I drove to Aspen to wander the streets and treat myself to lunch at the Hotel Jerome. I asked my waitress if she remembered Mr. Virgo and she told me a funny story about being scheduled for July 4th as the only bartender and she wanted to crown him. She told me to tell him hello, so I had to tell her he had passed. It makes me sad to tell people who cared about him because they are always upset with the loss and that they may have upset me.

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The photo is taken in front of a working bar made of ice located on the pedestrian mall. I visited all the shops that Mr. Virgo and I loved. I stopped in Meridian Jewelers and the same gal who showed us engagement rings was still working there. We had a lovely visit. There was a lull in business so she sat with me for quite some time. I went in Kemo Sabe where we bought my Stetson and chatted with the most lovely young people. I ended the evening with a cup of coffee and a sugar cookie from Paradise Bakery. Such a fun day!

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I’m getting things together before I leave Christmas Day on my trip. My brother comes over Christmas Eve to spend the night. I’ll get to visit with my kids and grandkids then I head to California on Friday. My friend called me the other day and told me we are going to get to participate in a cattle roundup on a ranch that belongs to a friend of hers. That is going to be a hoot! I’ll have to take lots of pictures to show you.

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Hope you have a wonderful day and are enjoying your holiday preparations. Hugs to you all!

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\"smile\" “You are someone’s reason to smile!”

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What a difference a couple of days can make. I had a really good day today. Long, but good. I worked at the doctor’s office and had an in-service late in the day in Aspen. I got back to the office at 6:30, went to the restaurant across the street for dinner, and came back to the office. I needed to do a tutorial online for EKG’s and Holter monitor and by the time I got done, it was 9:30. I live an hour away and have to be back early tomorrow. We’re supposed to have snow and there is so much wildlife out this time\nof year, I just figure it’s safer to stay here at the office. Our exam tables are really cushy massage tables and we have plenty of pillows and blankets. It’s really secure and there’s a lock on my office door as well. So, I’m stayin’ put!

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Feels good to feel good. Have a happy Friday!

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Oh....my....gosh! I have the COOLEST story to tell you! I know you all can tell the last few days have been a bit of a struggle. I knew the first Christmas after losing Mr. Virgo was going to be rough and it has certainly been shaping up to be a pretty dismal affair all the way around. I finally gave in in early November and started seeing a grief counselor and she has really, really helped. Even so, as I was preparing myself for the tears that would inevitably come during my session this afternoon, I spent some quiet time talking to Mr. Virgo. I asked him, if he could hear me, if he was still watching over me, would he please send me a sign so I could know. I know that may be really weird to some of you and you might think I've gone 'round the bend, but this is what happened later.

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I walked into the waiting area at my appointment and sat down. There was another lady sitting there and we exchanged greetings but went back to our magazines. The music had been playing when I walked in but I didn't pay any attention to it, other than it was a little loud. There was quite a stretch of quiet between songs and when it started playing again, the song was a very peppy rendition of \"Gray skies are gonna clear up...put on a happy face!\" The lady and I looked at each other and cracked up. I told her about losing my husband. She told me about losing her mom. I told her about asking him to send me some sort of sign that he was still watching out for me. I laughed and said, \"You know, when this sort of thing happened when he was alive, I would hum the opening notes of The Twilight Zone and we would just laugh!\" We went back to our papers. The peppy little tune continued as I contemplated whether it really could have been Mr. Virgo sending me a message. But...that's NOT the end of the story. If it ended right there, you might think \"Well, that was a cute little coincidence.\" and leave it at that. Not so fast! As soon as \"Put on a Happy Face\" ended.....I kid you not....the theme music for The Twilight Zone came on!!! The woman and I turned to each other with our mouths open and laughed till our sides hurt. What a great story! Thanks, Mr. Virgo...I'm SO happy to know you are still watching out for me and you're absolutely right. Gray skies ARE gonna clear up!

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Have a wonderful day, my lovely friends!

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I remember learning this song in grade school. I wonder if they still teach it. It always excited me because I knew before long we would be gathered around my Grandma’s table out at the farm with a bounty of wonderful food. My favorite was her pumpkin pie. She grew her own pumpkins and made the filling from scratch. She always complained that she couldn’t make a pie crust that was fit to eat but it seemed those pies were always gone in a flash!

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This year, I am taking my brother Gary and heading to Denver in the ol’ 4WD sleigh. The weather forecast calls for clear skies with the highs in the 50’s so the drive should be just fine. We are all gathering at my son-in-law’s parent’s house and I’m guessing there will be a couple dozen of us. I am thinking of the grandchildren. We are making memories for them that they will carry on into their own adult lives and will hopefully pass on to their families someday. That gives me such a warm, fuzzy feeling. We must make it an epic holiday for our little ones. While we are often busy catching up with the adults that we perhaps haven’t seen for quite awhile, we have to make an effort to get down to the kids’ level and do something really fun with them. Let them help with dinner, set the table, make place cards or table decorations, carry things to the table, stir a pot…anything that makes them feel included and a part of things.

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This year, Hanukkah starts on Thanksgiving night. I don’t remember that happening in the past but, then again, I didn’t Google it either. We celebrate Hanukkah because my ex is Jewish and we celebrated all the Jewish holidays in our house. This has carried on in a wonderful tradition of blended family gatherings and this year will be no exception. I bought a few little gifts to share with the children and grands as well as something for Gary so he doesn’t feel left out.

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If you are traveling, please travel safely! Hug your loved ones close and cherish the moments!

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\"Thanksgivukkah\" “Thanksgivukkah”

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Thanksgivukkah, 11/28/2013.

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Yep, I was right…this is a once in a lifetime event! Thanksgiving and Hanukkah will not fall on the same day again until the year 79,811! So, let’s all be Jewish this year and celebrate such a monumental event! Top your latkes with turkey and cranberry sauce! Play “Spin the Turkey”! Sing “I Had a Little Turkey”! Oy, Vey…this is going to be FUN!!!

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Hope you all have a wonderful holiday today, and remember…it doesn’t matter what you celebrate…just be grateful for all the blessing we have been given!

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(We’ll miss you, Mr. Virgo…but I know you are smiling down on us!)

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photo courtesy of www.zazzle.com/happy_tha…

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\"beautiful “Beautiful Bed”

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Very busy and productive evening in the studio. Time to call it a night. Sleep well!

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\"women “Sisters on the Fly”

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Une grande journée de plaisir avec mes sœurs à la volée! Translation: A great day of fun with my Sisters on the Fly! (I’m still drunk on “Paris in Denver”!)

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\"antique “Antique Fork Necklace”

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Just off the bench. A birthday gift for a friend!

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\"silverware “Marshmallow Ranch Art Jewelry”

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These, plus several peace sign pins came off the bench this morning. Now I’m out of here to mail a couple of necklace orders, give a friend a tutorial on FB and get some lunch! \"\"

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\"vintage “Vintage Bluebird Cowboy Boots”

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Ok, I need another pair of cowboy boots like I need a hole in my head. Really. But I’ve been looking for a pair like these since I joined Sisters on the Fly. Some of the gals have THE coolest boots and yes, I covet them. I’m sorry. I need a 12 step program. I need to step away from the computer. NOT! I bought these bad girls SO fast it made my head spin!!! I hope they fit. The gal said I could send them back if they don’t. They are my size but cowboy boots are fickle. Oh, I’m going to do the happy dance in these! Oh, why wait…I’ll just do the happy dance right now. Nothing like a small amount of retail therapy to make a girl feel better about life in general.

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My hands, shoulders, and neck are SO sore from wielding a heavy hammer for hours pounding out these spoons and forks. Just headed downstairs to get a cold drink when I heard the familiar “beep” of a dying battery in the smoke detector in my bedroom. So, I’m out of here for a bit to get batteries, check the mail, and break for the afternoon.

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Have a fabulous afternoon and evening!

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\"silverware “Silverware for Jewelry”

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Pounding silver today. I’m in the studio and rockin’ out to Joe Cocker. The holidays are nearly upon us and there are people who want my jewelry to sell in their stores. This is the first time in weeks I have felt creative and energized enough to hit the work bench and I am pumped!

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\"colorado “Colorado Sky”

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I took this photo this morning. I love how the misty clouds cling to the hillsides this time of year. We have had some rain but nothing like you are seeing on the news.

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Please keep Colorado in your prayers as the Front Range braces for more heavy rain.

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\n", "date_published": "2013-09-14T01:30:39-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2013/09/14/colorado-sky.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Hope","Gratitude"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2013/09/13/towwanda-in-the-trees.html", "title": "TOW-Wanda in the Trees", "content_html": "

\"TOW-Wanda in the Trees\" “TOW-Wanda in the Trees”

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Well, the time has come. I have to put TOW-Wanda to bed for the winter. \"\":-( I’m going to be traveling again soon and won’t be back till 10/20 for a week then off again. By that time there will very likely be snow, at least in the high country, and I don’t want to get stuck with her in front of my house. The snowplow dude and my neighbors would not be happy! So, sweet TOW-Wanda…let me thank you for a WONDERFUL first season as a trailer girl. You helped me more than I can say!

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See you next spring!!!

\n", "date_published": "2013-09-13T01:30:16-06:00", "url": "https://marshmallowranch.com/2013/09/13/towwanda-in-the-trees.html", "tags": ["Colorado","Camping","Gratitude"] }, { "id": "http://mashmallowranch.micro.blog/2013/09/12/rest-in-peace-mr-virgo.html", "title": "Rest in Peace, Mr. Virgo", "content_html": "

\"sunset\" “Rest in Peace, Mr. Virgo”

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Another milestone is here. It was six months ago today that the life I had planned came to an abrupt stop. Time, insight, prayer, and hard work has paid off. I am healthy, well rested, loved, and blessed with a whole new life. Not better. Different….and beautiful.

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Grief is an amazing journey to the inside. We stop, nurse our wounds, evaluate our past life, contemplate our new life, then stand up to accept the blessings as they come. Life, however long, is too short. If we only had the insight at 30 that we have at 60, we would fill every moment with as much joy and laughter as we can.

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Now that this time has passed, I can share with you what happened when Mr. Virgo passed. I was in the ER with him. They were doing CPR. Normally, they don’t allow family in the room for that, but I was there. I’ve worked in the medical field for 42 years…I knew what was going on. At one point, they stopped CPR and watched the monitor. It showed nothing but a dying heart. I sat in stunned silence and looked at this sweet man who was my world. As I looked at him, there was something different about him. You know how the air looks shimmery over asphalt on a hot day? Well, right around his head was this…shimmer. I was taken aback. I thought I must have tears in my eyes, or my glasses were foggy. I wiped both and it was still there. Then, all of a sudden….WHOOSH! This shimmery light came right out of the top of his head! I looked around and it was obvious no one else in the room was seeing this. I looked back again and it was still there, standing tall at the head of the bed. I was dumbfounded. As I watched something even more amazing happened. Imagine a silk scarf lying on a table. If you pinch that scarf in the middle and pull up quickly, it will suck in on itself in a point and get long and narrow. That is exactly what happened with this shimmery energy. A point came right out of the center and it shot directly across the room into my right shoulder. It felt warm and comforting and I immediately felt my pulse and breathing slow down. A peace came over me. Then I heard it. A voice, not like you would hear in your ear, but an internal voice sitting in the back of my head. It said, in the most beautiful, loving voice, “It’s ok…it’s ok…it’s ok…” Over and over and I knew he was gone. No matter what they did, and they did plenty, he was not coming back.

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Mr. Virgo’s spirit stayed with me till the end of May when I took a lock of his hair and buried it along our favorite hiking trail down in the wilderness above Pagosa Springs. I was on my way down the mountain and was coming up to the overlook we always stopped at. Mr. Virgo used to tell me that if he could take a picture of Heaven, it would be that view. He was the most comfortable there than anywhere he had ever been. I suddenly felt a physical tugging at my right shoulder, as if someone was pulling it back. I pulled over into the lookout and turned the car off. I said, “Sweetheart, do you want to stay here? I know this is Heaven for you. If you want to stay here, that’s fine with me. If I still need you, I’ll talk to you. But really, you can stay here if you want.” In that moment, I felt his spirit lift off my shoulder and this weight I had been carrying was gone. He hovered around me for a bit. We had a wonderful communal, spiritual exchange, I told him I loved him, and then he was gone.

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This experience was as real as any I have ever had physically. I believe Mr. Virgo stayed with me to help me through those initial weeks without him. Once he knew I was going to be ok, he went on. I have never felt his presence since then. This comforts me to know where he is. He’s with God, in his version of Heaven. Can it get any more beautiful than that?

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\"Putanesca “Putanesca Sauce”

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This is a rustic, Northern Italian spaghetti sauce that is rich and spicy. Perfect for these cool days of Fall. Serve over pasta of choice and freshly shaved Parmesan cheese.

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I always start with two or three jars of a good quality jarred sauce to save time. I pick spicy flavors because it enriches what I’m adding. Boulder Sausage Company makes a great Hot Italian Sausage in ground or links. I like the links. You can use any good quality sausage. Using kitchen shears, cut the links in half-inch circles Use the amount to your liking and to the size of your pot. I used one package of 5 links. Sauté a large chopped yellow onion and a box of sliced mushrooms in 1-2 T. olive oil. When the onions are pretty transparent, add the Italian Sausage and a teaspoon or so of minced garlic. Add a good handful of pitted Kalamata olives cut in half and a couple of tablespoons of capers, drained. Mash two or three anchovy filets (trust me, you will not taste these in the sauce as fishy…it just adds to the richness) and throw them in. Add red pepper flakes to taste. Remember, these get hotter as they cook. I used about a teaspoon. Then pour your jars of sauce over this mixture once the sausage is cooked. Stir well, cover with a spatter screen (this keeps the stove relatively clean while allowing the sauce to thicken) and simmer over a low flame for at least an hour or two. The flavors evolve if you refrigerate this overnight and heat it the next day. Adjust thickness with a little water if it’s too thick. I never cook with a recipe, so I have given approximations. This made a nice-sized pot of sauce that made four meals. You can multiply for a crowd. Also, the sauce freezes well.

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Serve with a salad, warm garlic bread, and a rich Cabernet and you have a wonderful meal fit for company!

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(Photo credit smittenkitchen.com)

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\"stormy “Stormy Colorado Sky”

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I love the Colorado sky. I took this the other night and couldn’t believe how beautiful it was in every direction.

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I’ve actually been home for the last NINE days! Wow…I think that’s the longest stretch since I started “The Grand Adventure” on May 10th. I’ve been a busy bee, nesting in preparation for the change of seasons. I didn’t get to do my spring cleaning this year so I’ve been playing catch up this week. Thank you Deisy, Liz, and Mama Elena for your help yesterday! I just finished shampooing the carpets and I’m doing laundry. It’s beautiful outside and I am so tempted by the Siren Song of the woods. Must…stay…focused!

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I have a lot of fun planned for the next couple of weeks. I am driving to Denver after work Thursday and anxiously await the arrival of my niece just back from Kuwait. I can hardly wait to get my arms around her and give her a big hug. I am picking up a friend from the airport on Saturday with lots of fun activities planned for next week.

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I am amazed at how beautiful and sweet life is on this side of summer. I was so broken in March that I was certain the sun would never shine again. By the time I got to May 10th and set out on my travels, I was beginning to feel hopeful. But now? I see life with new eyes and I am so grateful for the chance to begin looking for happiness again.

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Well, the next load of laundry is ready. The sun is shining, got Scotty McCreary on the radio, and a spring in my step. Look out world…I’m coming to get ya'!

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Oh my, what a perfect day! I worked at the office all day, ran into some really awesome people, stopped at a cool new shop and she loved my jewelry! She wants to sell it in both her Basalt and her Aspen stores. And, there was a special treat on my doorstep. Yes, it was a perfect day! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

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