Dear Neighbor . . .

 

SEPTEMBER 11th, 2026

Estate Lane, Nova Scotia

12*C/53.6*F

Sunny day ahead

Dear Neighbor,

I was up very early this morning to wake Eileen up at 5 a.m.  She has her MRI in Halifax in about half an hour or so from now. It is a two hour drive and I can't drive into the city so one of her workers was taking her for this. They are not insured to take me too. Its just an MRI so I know she will be okay. Once this is done then things, hopefully, will move a bit quicker.

She was feeling nervous yesterday about it.  I called her up about 4 pm and said "Lets be naughty!" I know we were only out for supper on Wednesday night and then she stayed overnight, but I wanted to distract her a bit and give her something to smile about. I took her to a new little diner not too far from us and we had the two can dine special. Two classic cheeseburgers with fries and a pop for $22.99. I treated her to a sundae for dessert as well.  I have to tell you, the burgers were excellent. I managed to eat almost all of mine, and a few of the fries, and I was full.  Its a great little place. Clean, decorated just like a 1950's diner.  Old music from the era playing and the waitress was cute and really nice.  We both enjoyed the experience very much. And we built a happy memory.

Another plus, her sister messaged her in the evening. There has been no contact for quite some time, so that was good. Eileen was really pleased. Let us hope it continues. It needs to.

We both thank you all so very much for your happy thoughts and prayers. They really do mean the world to us.  We need them and we cherish them. Somehow things become easier to manage and get through when you know that someone is praying for you and cheering you on.

 

I hope you know 

you aren't broken glass

you are sea glass

shaped by the tides

softened by the waves

that once felt like they'd shatter you

what you've been through

hasn't made you less

its made you rare and luminous

even the roughest waters

can create something beautiful

and that's what you are

a reminder that survival

can turn into art.

~unknown

I can't remember where I found this, on Pinterest I think. It really resonated with me. I like the thoughts of us being a piece of broken glass discarded but shaped by the waves into something beautiful.  Something treasured from something thought to be without worth. 

I listened to a talk yesterday on YouTube by Jane Clayson Johnson. on hope.

"Hope is like a star, not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity,

 but to be discovered in the night of adversity."

This talk was given near the end of April this year at a BYU Women's conference, just 3 months after Ms. Johnson lost her only daughter tragically after a long battle with mental illness. I really hope that you will take time to listen to it at some point. I promise you that you won't be sorry. Hope is something we all need and there are times in our lives when we need it more than others. "Hope is not just wishful thinking. It is a force that lifts and heals."

Which of us does not need some hope in our lives. I cannot think of one  . . . 

 

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Eileen and I are invited to my friend Jacquie's for lunch tomorrow. Eileen is excited about that. She likes Jacquie. Jacquie invited us earlier this week. Eileen has been looking forward to it all week. It is not a bad thing to have something like that to look forward to. Life needs to be full of little surprises like this.

Yesterday Glenna popped over because she needed some help bringing something up on her iPad. I was only too happy to help and we had a lovely little visit while she was here. A surprise it was.  And then she ended up coming back again to ask if I could photocopy something for her, so a double surprise that was quite unexpected and quite pleasant! And then last night my cousin Geralyn messaged me and we spoke for a while on messenger. It had been some time since we had spoken so it was nice to be able to catch up with each other.

Ironically Glenna is now dating one of Geralyn's ex-paramours . . .  yes it is a small world and no we did not speak of it. Some things are better left unsaid I think.

 

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There are twelve months throughout the year,

From January to December -

And the primest month of all the twelve

Is the merry month of September!

Then apples red

Hang overhead,

And nuts ripe-brown

Come showering down

In the bountiful days of September!

There are flowers enough in the summer-time,

More flowers than I can remember -

But none with the purple, gold, and red

That dye the flowers of September!

The gorgeous flowers of September!

And the sun looks through

A clearer blue,

And the moon at night

Sheds a clearer light

On the beautiful flowers of September!

~Mary Howitt (1799-1888, from September)

I love the "ber" months as you know. Cindy and I will be taking dad later this morning with his friend Maryann to the mall for their weekly get-together. I am looking forward to the drive and seeing the changes in the leaves that I know will be there having progressed from what was seen last week.  Already there were some scarlets. I know today there will be even more to enjoy.

The guinea fowl were out wandering late in the day yesterday, after the rain we had in the morning.  They are down to two now. I had not seen them in a bit, so I was quite pleased to note that there are still at least two of them. They do wander and mishaps befall them. They are quite large and plump now.

 

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I cannot express the joy I feel when I get a card or a note delivered to my mail box. A warm letter from someone I love, or even an email swoops up the scale of joy for the whole day. And one of those beginning "We regret to inform you that the merchandise you ordered," and so on, is a dampener for the spirit. There ought to be other ways than a letter to convey bad news.  Letters should be gay and conversational . . . intimate. Ideally they should be written with quill pens in 18th century rooms, done in violet and puce. The Art of Letter Writing has sadly fallen into disuse in our day, especially when email is so much quicker and easier.

Did you know that on Etsy, for a fee, you can get a handwritten letter, even a love letter. And they are not inexpensive either. They carry a hefty price-tag. Who would have thunk it?

I think the art of letter writing should be revived, for in these times most people see little of their friends at best; and often, when they do, good conversation is impossible. Reading letters of the past gives one such a full, immediate impression of personality that it brings nostalgia for what is gone.  Keats's letters for instance, are sufficient, if there were never a sonnet or ode of his left. The letters of Katherine Mansfield have all the delicate translucence, the swift bright quality of her spirit.

Most of my letters begin with an apology of sorts, I fear  . . .  "We are all busy and well."  But letter writing takes time and thought. And we all fill our days with far too many things.

I have a cardboard box filled with my mother's letters to me and I cherish them. She wrote us, each of her children religiously, for many, many years, once a week until it became too painful with her arthritic fingers and hands. I am so grateful that I kept them, although in all truth I have had a difficult time to read them because they make me sad and feel her loss even more. But I am grateful to have them.

 

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It would be remiss of me to end my missive today without remembering in some way 9/11. It is hard to believe that it's been 25 years since that awful day. It is as clear in my mind as yesterday.  Something terrible happened to us on that day, not just to Americans. Many lives were lost, too many to count, but also piece of innocence was lost that can never be replaced. Today I honor and remember all that was lost.  The lives. The innocence.  May we never forget.

And now a thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Look at the stars lighting up the sky;

and not one of them stays in the same place.

~Seneca the younger

It is quite a thought to think that most of the stars we see now, are no longer in existence, having burnt out on their way to gift us with their presence, or at least that's what I have been told.

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Easy Gremolata Baked Cod. Such a simple, yet incredibly delicious dish. An old favorite.

I hope you have a beautiful Friday filled with sunshine and lots of the things and people that you love. Along the way of your day, don't forget . . . 

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Not my Usual Post for Today . . .

  
Well, yesterday didn't turn out exactly as planned. The day kind of got derailed. About midday I was very surprised to see Eileen and her worker at the door. It's not good news I'm afraid.  Eileen definitely has cancer, but they are not sure how far or what stage it is at yet.  She is booked in to have an MRI within the next two weeks and a hysterectomy will be happening within six weeks. The results of the MRI will determine how invasive a procedure it will be and where it will happen. If the cancer is just in the uterus, then it will happen locally in Kentville, which is about 45 minutes or so away and will be a simple day procedure. But, if it has spread then it will need to be done in Halifax and they will need to remove lymph nodes, etc. and it will be much more invasive. In either case, when it's done she will be coming back to my place for recovery.

I don't know what I was expecting. Some kind of miracle I guess. Not for me, but for her. This has been a crappy, crappy year for her. First Tim and now this. It doesn't seem fair somehow, but then again, life was never supposed to be fair. This is a proving ground. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, etc. We all know the platitudes.

There is really only one way to get through this and that is to keep moving forward in faith with positivity. This is in God's hands, and that is where we have placed it. We will just keep doing what we need to do and He will keep doing whatever His plan holds for Eileen. 

Bad things happen to good people all the time.  Its what you do with them, or how you cope with them, that matters most.

We still went out for supper last night.  The special was her favorite, Spaghetti and Meatballs. She enjoyed that and then we had an extra special sleepover here mid week. I didn't want her to have to be alone with this last night, while it was so fresh in our minds. We watched Nine to Five with Dolly Parton and we ate potato chips with onion dip and we snuggled the cats.  We cried a bit (in secret). Its only normal.

We watched the talk from last conference by Emily Belle Freeman. Best Days and Worst Days. Because of Jesus Christ, no matter how bad things are now, your best days are ahead of you.

"Jesus Christ brings joy. You might have a bad day, a bad week, or a bad year. Just remember joy is not in the absence of sorrow in your life; it is in the presence of Jesus Christ."

As women of faith, we can get through this and will get through this. Divine support is constant. We can act in faith, even when the tasks ahead seem overwhelming. All will be well  . . .  one way or another. It could always be worse. Where there is hope, there is life. And where there is life, there is joy.

Your prayers, love and support are all very welcome. Thank you so much.

We are not forgetting . . . 

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And He loves us too. We will get through this.

 

Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

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 Brrr . . . it's a chilly 6*C/42.8*F this morning. I am wishing that Eileen had taken her winter coat back home with her when I brought her back to her apartment on Monday night. I hope she will be warm enough on her walk to Tim Horton's this morning. I will be seeing her later today when I pick her up for our Wednesday Dinner out, so I think I will bring the coat over with me, along with her toque, just in case. I do want to make sure she is warm enough.

Still no news from the Biopsy. Things seem to be moving really slow there. Mind you, I got a phone call yesterday about my Ultrasound on Friday. Say what?  I said I had no idea I had an ultrasound on Friday. They said, that's good because we are canceling it and rebooking it for a later date. We have no ultrasound technician available on Friday. 

Hmm . . . what if they hadn't wanted to cancel it? I had never received a letter or anything to tell me I actually had an appointment on Friday. I simply would not have shown up. That doesn't seem quite right to me.

 

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Three mornings in a row this week I have woken up to find some kind of moth had laid eggs on the screen of my front door. This happened last year as well. I am not sure what kind of moth it is. 

There were three clusters of them in three separate areas. I went online to check to see what I could do and I read that you could run gun-tape over them and it would lift them off. (The eggs are really sticky.) I didn't have any gun-tape so I asked Cindy if she did and, thankfully she did.

She stopped by when she was picking up Bailey from his visit next door with Sheila and we spent a good ten minutes or so lifting them off. It worked really well. The gun tape. We had to do it from both sides, again and again, but eventually they were all removed.

This is not something I have ever experienced before in my life. I don't even have a porch light on at night.  A bit of a nuisance, but easily dealt with.

 

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 For quite a few months now I had been seeing these ads for Carla's Cookie Box Butter Tarts. They looked so good. A bit on the expensive side, but every time I watched someone cut one of them open, I almost drooled. Last week, I finally caved and I ended up ordering some. They arrived yesterday.

Cindy and I spent some time looking at them, smelling them, and then finally we chose four to cut open and each tried 1/4 of each of four different tarts. We didn't even sit down to do it. We ate them right there, standing next to the table and boy, oh boy.  These are worth the hype and the price. As a gourmet, once in a blue moon treat. 

So delicious. I don't know how anyone could sit down and eat a whole one in one go, and yet . . .  when you consider that we ate a quarter of each of four different ones  . . .  in one go  . . . we did. So naughty. So nice. 

I don't even want to guess how much sugar was consumed. There ought to be a law against them, but at the same time,  if loving them was wrong  . . .  I don't want to be right.

No regrets.

In an effort to bring some peace and tranquility into my home I ended up ordering one of those Cat Phenerome infusers last week. It came on Saturday and I plugged it in.  I really didn't have high hopes of it working to be honest, but I was willing to try anything. I wanted both of my cats to be happy. I didn't want Nutmeg feeling so anxious all the time, and I didn't want Cinnamon to feel bullied all of the time. 

As of this morning, I am happy to report that there have been NO more incidents of said behavior since I plugged it in. Its been amazing. Admittedly it has only been about 4 days, but there has been a marked improvement. If it keeps up I will be ordering a refill before the 30 days is up. So far, it has been worth every penny. I am glad that I took a leap of faith and bought it.

 

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I saw someone carrying a rather huge pumpkin to their car in a grocery cart the other day. It seemed to me to be rather early for pumpkins, or decorating with pumpkins. I think I might get a couple this year and carve them. We will see how that goes. I am thinking I might, but I probably won't. Best laid plans and all that. I think they would be cute sitting on the planter/lanterns I have out front now that hold petunias.

I will have to empty the petunia boxes soon. They are looking quite bedraggled, but could come back. The problem is where to put them.  There were three large compost bins at the end of the street for everyone to put their compost and garden waste. Now there are only two. When the lady across the way moved in, I noticed one of the maintenance men bringing one up to her house one day, and she had kept it in her garage every since, only bringing it out on garbage days.  Then last week I noticed the refuse people coming around and picking it up and replacing it with a much smaller one. 

DUH . . . that means that there are only two large compost bins to take care of all of the compost and garden refuse for the whole street. And it will not take them very long to fill up. Especially when they only come to empty them every second week. 

Maybe I am being picky, but  . . . it just doesn't seem right. If she wanted a personal compost bin, then she could easily have gotten one like the lady next to me did. I know you have to pay for them, but really I don't think it was quite kosher to take one of the communal ones for personal use and then exchange it for a personal one.  Perhaps I need to get a personal compost bin for myself, or at least think about it. I will have to ask my next door neighbor how she got one.  She has always said I am free to use hers, but I think it would be a great imposition for me to start dumping garden waste into it.

I spent some time last evening watching some videos on YouTube of various Temples of my church.  I started with the one in Ephraim, Utah. Such a beautiful Temple inside. I loved the stained glass and the carpets.  Every inch of it is filled with symbolism and beauty.  What a lovely place to spend some quiet time in and to feel closer to the Savior. I felt so at peace watching this video I ended up watching several more of them. 

I have not been to the Temple since before Covid. What was once a sacred place to me had somehow been tainted by Todd's betrayal and lies to me. I mean, if someone could kneel across from you in a holy place like that and make sacred covenants on a bedrock of lies  . . . then how perceptive was I. How could I allow myself to be so deceived in such a holy place.  Anyways  . . .  it has colored my desire to go back to the Temple . . . 

But last night watching these videos, I found myself wanting to go back and partake of the peace within the walls of these sacred spaces. 

There is a guy on YouTube who started a channel called 52 churches. He spent a couple of years visiting a different church each week.  Eventually he ended up being Baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ and now he has a channel called 52 Temples and his goal is to visit 52 Temples in a year.

These are such beautiful sacred spaces.  

 

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My cleaners were here yesterday. I love the way my house smells, all bright and fresh, after they leave. Not that my house smells bad. It doesn't, or at least I don't think it does, but I love the fresh smell of cleaning supplies and clean floors, carpets, etc. I am so grateful that, for now anyways, I can afford to have them come in every two weeks. I feel good about that.  I just can't get down on the floors and underneath things like I used to be able to do. Kneeling is a no-go for me, so the luxury of having a cleaner, well  . . . I am grateful that I can afford one. I think everyone on this street has one come every two weeks. Must be one of the casualties of getting old and being alone.

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I don't think I have ever seen a burger look that good in person, despite the overwhelming amount of tomato ketchup involved. (I cannot stand ketchup on bread of any kind.) Tonight is Wednesday night and the night we all go out to supper with dad. I find myself wondering what the specials are for today.  Eileen really enjoys these meals out. She would be very disappointed if we cancelled them. I go because it is a time to do something together as a family and I know Dad enjoys it. The food is often not that great, but it's really not about the food for me, but about the company.  We are building memories together.

And with that I best leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

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*Angels are often 

disguised as daughters.

~unknown

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Roasted Root Vegetable Soup.  Simple ingredients, easy to make and incredibly delicious. I could eat this every day!

I hope that you have a lovely day today. Its sunny here and I hope its sunny there. Everything somehow seems even better on a sunny day!  Don't forget!

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A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, September 8th, 2026

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

Chilly at 11*C/51.8*F.  Cloudy and a bit of rain expected around 10, but overall, not a bad day expected weather wise. It won't get much hotter than 19*C/66.2 so not a really hot day on the forecast. I don't really mind. I am not a huge fan of super hot days. This suits me just fine.

I AM THINKING ...

Yesterday was a bit of a hard day for me. It was Todd's birthday, which is really nothing, but it's also the day I stepped off a plane in the U.K. on a trajectory towards the biggest mistake of my life. It was a fresh century, 2000. I thought I was heading for such a wonderful life.  How could I have gotten it so wrong?? Sometimes it is hard to shake the past.  It is one thing to forget a simple mistake, but to have to try to erase 20 years of your life, that is something else. It was never built on anything more than shifting sand and that is a hard thing to deal with at times. 

I know  . . .  you don't want to know.  I don't want to know  . . . 

I AM ALSO THINKING ...

New day, new mindset. Onwards and upwards.

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

My faith. There is no other way I could have gotten through what I went through. He carried me and He carries me still.  On my best days. On my worst days. On my every days.

 

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I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR ...

Family and friends.  Along with my faith, their support was instrumental in also carrying me to a safe place. 

I wonder at times, will I ever get to a place where the past doesn't threaten to take away from my present? I sure hope so.

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Magic Chicken Pie. With a layering of ingredients and some oven magic, you, too, can be enjoying this tasty casserole. Not sure how it works, but only that it does. This is fabulous!

 

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ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

This Creamy Lemon Salmon Pasta looks fabulous. "This Creamy Lemon Salmon Pasta is comforting and filling whilst still being fresh and light. This pasta recipe takes just 25 minutes to cook plus this is made with easy to find grocery store ingredients making it the perfect weeknight meal for the whole family. And adding the salmon to the pasta makes the fish go further, making this a great economical way to add fish to the family diet."  Sounds good to me!!

THIS I BELIEVE ...

He is the author and finisher of all good things.

 

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SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Bright blue skies and fluffy white clouds. So pretty. I can remember as a child, when I would see  rays of sunlight pouring through the clouds to touch the earth I would think they were the fingers of God.

 

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SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

A comfy bed. A good book to read. A reading lamp to read by.

 

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I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ...

This. The color, sights, smells  . . . the feels.

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...

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Crochet gingham  . . . 

 

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Crochet apples  . . . 

 

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Vintage looking cloth doll  . . . 

 

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Autumn Raggedy  . . . 

 

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Peppermint Raggedy  . . . 

SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

 

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Pretty spaces  . . . 

SOMETHING ELSE THAT I ENJOY ...

 

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A bedroom under the eaves  . . . 

I AM READING ...

AUNT DIMITY AND THE DUKE, by Nancy Atherton

Emma Porter is forty, fat, frumpy, and a passionate amateur gardener. When her longtime lover dumps her for a younger woman, Emma escapes the cloying sympathy of family and friends by setting out on a summer-long driving tour of England's glorious gardens. 

A Dimity-contrived coincidence brings her to Penford Hall, a sprawling Gothic mansion in Cornwall, where she finds a duke in search of a missing lantern with extraordinary powers. Suspecting there's more than one mystery to be solved at Penford Hall, Emma accepts the duke's invitation to stay on and restore the once glorious chapel garden to its former beauty. 

The dark rumors surrounding a rock star and the near-death of the duke's beautiful cousin confirm Emma's suspicions, and set her--with Aunt Dimity's ghostly guidance--on the path to Penford Hall's secrets and the pleasure of unexpected love.

I know, I am taking a long time. I only read at night when I get into bed these days. It puts me to sleep at other times. I can't concentrate.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

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Black cats  . . . 

 

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Puppies  . . . 

 

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Homemade Cookies  .  . 

 

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White bedding  . . . 

 

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Cats in hats  . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...

 

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This. Is it a girl, or is it a cat?

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

 

On Netflix. I loved this latest series.

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*All morning it has been raining.

In the language of the garden,

this is happiness

~Mary Oliver 

And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!

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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 

"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 

 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.   

 

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Change is in the air and I welcome it. I can feel it and smell it and see it and it seems to be happening overnight.  I am loving the earlier nights.  It feels cozier and comfier. I like to be nestled all in with the lights low and a blanket across my lap, enjoying something on the telly, or some good music. Perhaps a bit of crocheting. One cat nestled next to me, the other guarding my head. It's all good.

 

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I heard a bunch fly over the other day. Maybe they were just going down the road, but soon now, they will be heading south. This is the sound of autumn. And it rings of melancholy to me. It is a sound that has accompanied most of the autumn's of my life.  It is a sound that "rings" with change and signals and end of one thing and the beginning of another.

 

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Weekends with Eileen. I love them. I think she does too. We really enjoy each other's company and get along so well. Still no word on what comes next. We keep checking her health app and no results have shown up. It seems to be taking a long time, but we remain positive and hopeful.  Prayers help.

 

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Church on Sunday. Partaking of the sacrament and renewing my covenants, taking the Saviour's name upon me. Fellowshipping with the Saints.  Its just one of my favorite days of the week. I love all of it. Yesterday was Fast and Testimony meeting so I also got to enjoy sharing in the Testimony's of others. It is always one of my favorite meetings. I love to hear how the Lord has been working in other people's lives. It is very encouraging and uplifting.

 

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Sunday dinners with the family.  Cindy, Dan, dad, Eileen.  Cindy usually cooks.  She always makes a fabulous meal. Its just so hard getting dad in and out of the house these days. Its easier for us to go there.  Yesterday Cindy made this fabulous Tortellini Casserole, with cheese tortellini, homemade Italian sausage, cheese and marinara sauce.  It was really delicious. We enjoyed it with salad and then for dessert we had peach pie. That was also delicious.

Great food. The company of the people you love. What more could you ask for?

 

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I got one of those phenerome infusers for the cats. So far so good. It seems to be working.  There has been peace and tranquility since I plugged it in. They are supposed to last 30 days. We will see how it goes. Things are a lot more pleasant anyways, or at least seem to be. Right now they are having their early morning naps.

 

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Scripture study. We are starting the book of Proverbs now, having finished the Psalms. I would never describe myself as a scriptorian. I cannot say that I understand everything I read, but I do love to read the scriptures.  Beautiful words and they make me feel better, more hopeful, more at peace. I do subscribe to a few podcasts that expound on the scriptures and I get a lot out of listening to them. I admire anyone who has an ability to take so much out of these inspired books and bring them more into our own understanding. I am not such a one, but I do love to read them and ponder them, and I love reading/hearing how they inspire others. Doing so inspires me.

 

 

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I wish

I love my little home. It is perfect for me. I couldn't really handle a place much bigger than this. I do wish I had a bit more storage, but that is nothing that can't be solved by getting rid of a few things. I can be a real packrat at times. I am just grateful to have a place to call my own. Where I feel safe and comfortable.  Warm and happy. At peace.  That means everything. In a world where so many do not have the blessing of having a place to rest their heads, this is something I will never take for granted. It means everything to me.

God is good. I have enough and then some. Life may not always turn out the way you expect it to, but that doesn't mean it isn't still a blessed and wonderful thing. I am just grateful to still be here and to be enjoying all the things that I do.  Making each day count. 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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˛*To make the world

a better place

see the world as

a better place.

~alan cohen

Today in The English Kitchen Garden Herb Dip. Fresh, delicious, easy to make. You can enjoy this with fresh crudites, or crackers, as part of a buffet table, as a snack, inside packed lunches, etc. There is no end to the pleasures you can get from this quick and simple make.

I really hope you have a lovely day today. I believe it is the Labor Day holiday in most places, so I hope it is a safe one for you. Filled with people you care about and good food. It's quite chilly here today, but that is how it is going to be more and more.  Happy day all . . .  don't forget!

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And I do too!