Dear Neighbor . . .

 

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 April 10th, 2026

Estate Lane

Middleton, Nova Scotia

1*C/33*F mostly clear

Dear Neighbor,

What a week this has been.  I have spent the last two days in hospitals for the most part. I was unable to post anything to you yesterday because of that, and here is why  . . . 

Eileen has been having her monthly for the past week and a half.  She had not had one in a very long time, probably a year or so.  Seeing as she is 48, I did not feel that was out of the ordinary.  She did have those iron infusions last month, so we thought perhaps they had jogged it on. 

On Wednesday all of a sudden she started hemorrhaging profusely. It took me some convincing, but finally she agreed to let me take her to emergency.  (Only after her CSS worker called the Doctors office and he said that she needed to be taken there immediately I might add. She has always been very reluctant to take advice or instruction from anyone who she sees is not in authority.)

Cindy came over to help me get her in the car and to the  hospital. It was clear that we were not going to be able to park and walk in, so this meant she could drop us at the door and then go off and park the car. Thankfully they took us in right away. The flow was like water, literally like someone had a tap on.

I was so proud of my brave girl however. Thankfully it was a female Doctor, which made it easier and less humiliating.  She even endured an internal exam, which was amazing to me as she has never had one.  She has never had any time of intimate contact. Thankfully everything looked alright, her vitals were all normal, etc. They gave her some medication to slow everything down, and a prescription to take home for the same, but did tell us to come back yesterday to have her hemoglobin checked.

 

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I did contact her father (using Eileen's phone) while we were there because I felt he should know what was going on. If something was happening to my children if they were in his care I would appreciate him letting me know, so I felt it was only right. He came right over to the hospital, accompanied by his wife (of course.)  She kind of took over, but I expected nothing less. That's just the way she is.  She was a nurse many years ago after all.  In any case they did not stay long, but did take her prescription to the drugstore and pick up some essentials that we would need when Eileen got back to my place, paid for them and arranged to have them delivered. We were very grateful for that.

I was able to get Eileen home and make her comfortable and everything has slowed down considerably, so things are improving. She wants to go to her Bible Study today and then her People's First meeting after that, so that is good.  Yesterday they were unable to check her hemoglobin properly at the hospital for some reason so it needed being sent to Kentville. The Doctor said to just go home and they would call if anything needed addressing. If we didn't hear from her, then all was okay.  We did not hear, so that was good.

 

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Admittedly, it is a very weird situation, this communication problem between her father and myself. Since the day he started dating his wife, he has not been allowed to communicate with me. This is rather odd seeing as we share five children, but it is what it is.  When they came to the hospital they had just come from taking care of her grandchildren further down the valley for a couple of days, and she made sure that she made a point of mentioning that she was taking care of my grandson Liam (who I have never seen or met) on Friday. I don't like to think that she did it on purpose, but it was a bit inconsiderate I thought, especially as she knows the situation there with my son and his family.  Perhaps it just slipped out without here thinking. I will give her the benefit of the doubt.

It is a difficult situation though. We don't have to be besties. I don't want to be besties, but we should be able to contact each other where the kids are concerned, but after 27 years of this, it is hardly likely to change now.

Anyways, all is well with Eileen. She has more blood tests scheduled for later this month and a Doctors appointment as well.

 

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While I was at the hospital with Eileen, my urologists office called to set up a phone consultation with him about my recent ultrasound.  That happened yesterday afternoon, and everything about my kidneys was a.o.k!  Great news on that front.  He does want to keep an eye on them however, so I will be having another ultrasound in September.  I am grateful for that, especially since my brother has had kidney cancer.  (He is doing great by the way!  yay!)

So there you have it. All of our health woes taken care of for the present, and as they should be.

 

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I have all of my tax stuff gathered and organized and ready to go.  What an undertaking that has been. I do collect all of my receipts for everything throughout the year. Each year I buy a new file folder and everything goes into that, incomings and outgoings, every month by month.  I need to do better. I tell myself that all the time, but  . . .  I don't and every year I find myself in the same position.  Life is just so busy that I don't seem to have the time to do this. I had great plans for 2026 and being better organized, but here we are into April and nothing has changed. I am still doing things the same.

No time to switch now as I do have that talk to write before I have to give it on the 26th of the month.

I don't know what happens to my days. It seems I am no sooner beginning them than I am ending them, and all of the time in between the beginning and ending has evaporated into thin air. There are so many things I want to get done and need to get done.  In all truth I find that if it doesn't get done by mid to late afternoon, it's not going to get done. Not on that day anyways.  

This was the view on the easy boy chair last night after supper. Cinnamon was laid right out and sleeping like a log. You could tell she was dreaming because there was a bit of twitching going on. Eileen wondered what she might be dreaming about. I said probably about catching something like a bug or a mouse.

Eileen is really looking forward to getting herself a cat when she gets into her own place. She had her own cat years ago. We had a Bluepoint Siamese cat named Brandy who went missing and Eileen was devastated by her loss. Moreso than any of the other children. A lady at our church had a cat she needed to rehome and so gave her to Eileen. Her name was Misty. She was the most beautiful black and white cat with long, long hair. Her tail looked like an ostrich plume. Eileen was responsible for every bit of her care and she did a great job of it. 

I think it will be great for her to have her own cat in her new place. For company and to give her some responsibility. I have no doubt that the cat will be well cared for and much beloved. The only part which concerns me is the financial responsibility. But we won't think about that now.

You have to have a dream in order for a dream to come true.

 

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Eileen and I were watching Gary Eats late yesterday afternoon and he was at Ottos French Restaurant in London. He ordered a few things, but one of the things he ordered was the Burger Deluxe, which cost 350 pounds. (That's $650 cad.) It wasn't even in a bun. It was this tall, tall burger on some sort of a bread base. 

From their menu description it was:

Four Prime Cuts of Meat, Seared Foie Gras, truffle. Half Native lobster, 30g Oscietra Caviar, Pommes Soufflées, Hollandaise.

I cannot imagine paying that much for a burger. I don't care how many cuts of meat are in it. He and his dinner guest did say it tasted really good. But . . . $650 good?  I don't know about that. I have some coupons for Wendy's and I can get a Baconator Burger for $6.99 and I am sure I would enjoy that one a lot more.

I don't know about you, but it seems a bit disgraceful to me that people are spending that kind of money on a burger when there are starving people in the world.  No offence meant towards Gary. Its how he makes his living. And we did choose to watch it. Right through to the end.

 

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Good news on the bird front. Yesterday afternoon we saw both gold finches and chickadees at the feeders. That was encouraging. The cats really enjoyed watching them also.

Another month and we will be putting out the hummingbird feeder. I did clock them here in mid-may last year. 

I really want to hire someone to come and dig up the whole garden out front, remove everything and then gravel it over.  Then I just want to put out a few large plant pots with annuals in them and perhaps a standing bird bath, if I can afford it. Its just finding someone who will do that for me. I do have to buy summer tires later this month, so affordability also comes into it.

Priorities. 

 

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There are lots of green shoots coming up that I noticed yesterday. The bleeding heart is showing signs of life and the lilies. If those things are going to come out, I think they should come out very soon.

And yay the grass is looking green now. I see buds on all the trees and Glenna's forsythia is getting ready to burst into bloom.  Spring is springing.

And with that I best end this missive. Eileen is up and will be wanting her breakfast and I have to get her to her church by 9 a.m. for her bible study.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Don't wait for inspiration.

It comes while one is working.

~Henri Matisse• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。

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I did not have time to cook anything worth sharing yesterday but I did correlate a post with Five Delicious Rhubarb Cakes for Spring. These are five real favorites! I would have a really difficult time picking one over the others. They all have their finer qualities!

I hope that you have a lovely Friday, filled with light and with love. Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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Today . . .

 

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 No post today unfortunately. I ended up having to take Eileen to Emergency yesterday as she started to hemorrhage. We spent a good part of the day there. We did get home eventually and they have managed to calm the bleeding a bit, but I need to take her back this morning to have her hemoglobin checked.  I will explain all tomorrow.

Until then, God bless,

 

Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

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 Good morning from a cold and mostly sunny Nova Scotia. I could see the half moon through the window of my bedroom waxing low in the Western skies, clear as a bell, and I marveled at the thought of those astronauts travelling around it in space at the moment. 

Funny thing is that the first time astronauts went to the moon, I was 14 years old and living not a stone's throw from where I am now. It is like a full-circle moment.  I can remember looking up at the moon at that time and being in awe of the wonder of it all.  The grainy black and white film on our television of Neil Armstrong bouncing across the dusty surface of the moon was so utterly, utterly, amazing to watch.

The thought of it all still overwhelms me with awe and amazement.

 

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I had put a stale hot cross bun on the railing out front for the birds at the end of last week. One which I had purchased from the shops. (They were not very good to be honest.)  It is still sitting there. I must grab it today and fire it into the compost bin. 

I don't know what it is about the birds around here. I literally have none. A few jays that come to grab peanuts when I put them out, but that's about it.  I have had a hanging feeder out front filled with what was supposed to be high quality birdseed since Eileen came to stay and all I have seen is one lone junco during the snow storms we had. Nothing else has visited. I find that very odd. 

Yesterday when I went out to Cindy's to get dad his lunch (Cindy was away) the air surrounding her place was a cacophony of birdsong. I stood for a few minutes just listening to it. So beautiful. 

I miss my back hedgerow in England filled with sparrows and robins. I pretty much miss everything in England. I was telling Eileen last night that I wish I could live there but have all of my family with me, I miss it so very much. But you can't have both, and so I choose family.

But I do miss it. I suppose it is only natural. It was my home for so very long. But over there, I missed my family. Here is where I need to be. I love it here as well.

 

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Every time we drive past a certain spot in town I point out to Eileen that there is her new apartment, being all going well. It really is an ideal location for her.  She will be able to walk everywhere she wants to go, including church. The grocery store is a stone's throw away.  The park. Tim Hortons. The bank. Downtown. Church.  It really is ideal.  We are still waiting to find out. I know she has her heart set on it. I truly hope it works out for her and that she is not disappointed. 

It is right next to the old Train museum, and is a fairly quiet location. The laundromat is just across the street.

I hope that she is able to settle well and to be happy. I can see that I will have to do a lot towards helping her get set up. I will probably sort out a store cupboard of sorts for her, with basics like flour, sugar, etc. in it. And some basic tinned goods, and other things that a person needs in a store cupboard.  She is amenable to me helping her to make up menus and grocery lists. It is going to take some very strict planning to keep her fed. I can, of course, subsidize her, but when I am gone there will be nobody to help her in that way, so it is important that she is able to do it by herself. 

 

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I could see all kinds of green shoots pushing themselves up through the ground at Cindy's yesterday.  I do see a few out front here, but there are not a lot of bulbs that grow in front of my place. In fact none. I have a bleeding heart, some ditch lilies that come much later in the year, a couple of Hosta. That's it basically. I really should probably have the whole thing emptied and begin again. If I had the money, I would have everything pulled and cover it in gravel with only a few large pots to hold annuals. Maybe a large standing bird bath. That's it. Low maintenance. At this stage in life I crave nothing that requires a lot of work. I am not being lazy when I say that, just realistic.

 

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I am often asked how can I be so cheerful most of the time.  I am not cheerful all of the time. I have some moments when I feel very low, but one thing which I have learned in life is that dwelling on our sad moments, mistakes, sorrows, etc. does not serve us well.  We can vow to do better and move forward. We can ask for forgiveness and then move on. We can forgive . . .  and then move on. Every time we choose to hang onto some which does not serve us well, it is like putting a huge stone into our backpacks of life. Before too long our backpack will be full and too heavy to carry. Perhaps even so full that we cannot move forward at all. You cannot change the past. The future is not here yet. All we have control of really is the here and the now.  And, in all truth, that is a limited control. Things will still happen that are out of our control. We will still be disappointed in people and things. We will still be hurt by people and circumstances. It does no good to dwell on the negative. I prefer instead to cling to the positive and the things in life I do and can control. If that makes me a happy person, then I am a happy person. I put my trust in the strong arm of the Lord. That makes a huge difference. I hand all of my rocks over to Him. I do not know how to explain how it works. I cannot put it into words. But He is real to me and it makes a difference. A difference in how I see life. A difference in how I live my life.  A difference in what I hope for in life.

Little things often get overlooked and forgotten. People might be tempted to think that little things don't really count or matter, but consider this . . .

A sneeze can start an avalanche . . . A pinprick can cause a horse to gallop in a wild frenzy . . .

All disease is spread by germs, which are invisible to the human eye . . . It only takes a tiny hole in the bottom of a boat to sink it . . . Water, one tiny drop at a time, can carve a hole in rock . . .

Everything is composed of molecules, which cannot be seen with the naked eye. Two molecules rubbing together can cause an atomic bomb to explode or heat a country . . .

A pen and a scrap of paper is all it takes to sign a Peace Treaty.  A slim gold band seals a marriage . . . A tender kiss . . . says I love you . . .

Yes, little things do mean a lot . . .
and the best things do
come in small packages!

I don't have a lot on my agenda for today. I have my cleaners coming later this morning. Usually they come on Tuesday but I was unsure as to whether I was going to have to go with my sister to her eye appointment or not yesterday so I put them off until today.  I have plans to gather all of my tax stuff together and pop it into my file folder to give to the tax man. Then I will maybe get started on my talk for later this month, and it being Wednesday we will probably meet up with Dad at the restaurant for supper. Eileen really looks forward to that. She has one of her CSS appointments today. I think they are doing something at the community college. She mentioned a film for the People's First group. Whatever happens today will get spent in one way or the other.  

My weather thingie says it will be a mostly sunny but coolish day. Not freezing but cool. I can handle that. 

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*It's important that people know
what you stand for, and what you won't.

• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。 

In The English Kitchen today, Easy Yum Yum Muffins. This is a vintage recipe from the Five Roses cookbook. I small-batched it to make six simple muffins.  I have already had the nasty commentor put in their two cents worth, about them looking like old fashioned dry dry muffins.(delete) They are right, these are not like the modern cake-like muffins we get at the shops. These are like the muffins our grandmothers baked. Not meant to be cake. They are very good, and in the way that a muffin should be, served warm and spread with butter. Low in fat, low in sugar, nicely spiced and generously studded with raisins or toasted nuts. You decide.

I hope you have a lovely day. Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you joy.  Don't forget!

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A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, April 7th, 2026

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

A mix of cloud and sun, it's cool. Some snow is expected tomorrow. A chilly day is expected today.

I AM THINKING ...

Eileen took the card from her sleep machine into the Sleep Shop to have it checked yesterday. Apparently before the machine she was stopping breathing on average 19 times an hour. Now it's only once. I think that's amazing.

 

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I AM ALSO THINKING ...

I can't wait to see some color in the yards. Everything is still quite dismal.

 

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I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

My home. I am so grateful to have a roof over my head and the ability to pay for it. It is a special blessing from God.

I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR ...

This time I have to help Eileen get back on her feet again. We are going to work on menu plans and grocery lists. I cannot see where she will be able to afford to feed herself with only $80 a week. Yesterday she went with her worker and bought a loaf of bread, some popcorn, some soda, some water, some sugar free candy, sanitary napkins, some fruit and a few other tiny bits and it came to over $85. She had $10 on her rewards card so that came off, but still.  Groceries are so expensive. I am really concerned. I think I will have to completely kit her kitchen out before she even begins.

Speaking of kitchen  . . . 

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Easy Hawaiian Hash Bake.  A vintage recipe from a vintage cookbook. This was incredibly delicious with cubes of ham and sweet potato baked beneath a sweet and buttery pineapple brown sugar topping.  Not only did it smell amazing while it was baking but the taste was absolutely incredible.  We both really enjoyed this. It was a great way to use up some leftover ham.

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

Southern Eats and Goodies.  Quick Pickled Celery. This sounds really good.

THIS I BELIEVE ...

Its the only way I could have gotten through what I go through.

 

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SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

A well manicured garden. I wish.

SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Homemade bread. I need to make some. 

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ... 

 

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Crochet poppies  . . . 

 

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Crochet potholders  . . . 

A crochet table mat. Very pretty. No pattern that I can see, but very pretty all the same.

 

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Little lemon pouches  . . . 

 

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Crochet key chains  . . .  cute.

SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

 

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Finding random feathers in unexpected places.  Angels  . . . 

SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

 

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Illustrated quotes  . . . 

I AM READING ...

IN THE GREAT QUIET, by Laura Vogt

A pioneer unwaveringly endures the Oklahoma frontier in an epic adventure about a woman haunted by secrets and searching for home. 

 A cannon booms at high noon, and the race begins in the Oklahoma land rush of 1893. 

 Amid the crowd is Minnie Hoopes. Tenacious and fiercely independent, she is determined to endure the brutal frontier and create a life of her own. Guarding her solitude, she distances herself from bordering homesteaders and finds peace under the starry nights of the vast frontier. But this is outlaw country, and Minnie soon has the blood of two gunfighters on her hands. After a renegade outlaw named Stot discovers her secrets, she forms an unlikely friendship with him. With each passing season, Minnie’s past grows more haunting and threatens the future she has risked everything to build. Minnie raced into the Wild West alone, but her grandest journey in the frontier wilderness is one she never saw coming. 

 Based on the true story of the author’s great-great-grandparents, this sweeping and transportive survival story explores a woman’s connection with the land, her reconciliation with the past, and her elemental search for home against all odds. 

 Settle in, I’ve stories to tell.

I love stories based on true stories.  This is really good! I am about halfway through now.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

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A pretty butter dish  . . . 

 

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Birds and Blooms  . . . 

 

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Blue and White  . . . 

 

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Vintage stoves  . . . 

 

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Spring flowers  . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...

 

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Happiness is looking at the little faces of pansies  . . .  love them.

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

 

Netflix . . . 

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*Stop trying 

to calm the storm.

Calm yourself.

The storm will pass

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.

 

I was fed spiritually with abundance this weekend. Best weekend ever and I still have not finished listening to all of the talks. Uplifted and edified.  It was my church's spring General Conference and we were well fed from beginning to end.  It was Easter and we got to celebrate the empty tomb. I had my daughter here to share it with me. It was just really nice. The joy of the Gospel that I feel every day, amplified and enhanced.

 

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It rained pretty much every day all weekend, but I can see the buds swelling on the trees. It won't be long before the Forsythia is in bloom and the daffodils, etc. It has been a bit warmer. Still pretty cold, but not frigid.

 

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A simple weekend with simple pleasures. Faith and family. We ate some good food.  Facetimes with my oldest son. Good times with my oldest daughter. Time spent with Cindy, Dan and dad. It was all good.

 

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We had the most delicious apple pie yesterday. Cindy had picked one up at Pelton's farm. It tasted homemade, probably because it was homemade. They make lots of pies each week, but it is a very small-scale business that way so really homemade. Nice and flaky pastry and a filling that melted in the mouth. It tasted just like one of my mom's apple pies. 

 

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Never cry over spilt milk, broken jars of pesto on ceramic floors, or trays of bead art beads dropped on the carpet. Or rather slowly spilled across the carpet, floor, etc. as you carry your project to your workspace. Eileen has been enjoying doing her bead art. It really makes me feel happy to see her enjoying being creative.  Last night when we got back from Cindy's she went to take it from where she had it to put it on a TV tray so she could work on it while we were watching the television only to discover when she got there that one of the trays of beads was empty, it's contents having slowly spilt out on her way to the TV tray. She still had plenty of beads in other bags of the same color, so it really wasn't a biggie that way but she was really upset that she had made a mess.  I was able to convince her that it was nothing to really be upset about. I have a vacuum cleaner and it does a great job. Never cry over spilt milk. Just clean it up and move forward. The world does not end.

My late mother-in-law was such a great example to me in this area. She never fussed when things went pear shape.  She just saw it as another challenge to overcome and she loved nothing more than to tackle a challenge. She would almost light up.

 

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I have truly been blessed by the wonderful examples of many women in my life. I could sit here and list each one off and tell you how much their examples have inspired me to become a better person, but I won't. Let it suffice to say that if you are a woman in my life now, or have been a woman in my life in the past, you are, your example is . . . an inspiration to me. I have always been surrounded by strong women and positive examples. I would and do consider that one of my life's greatest blessings.

 

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A wonderfully beautiful homemade life.  Filled with simple joys and pleasures. A life created from scratch with simple things that bring joy and peace to my heart. I was telling my son yesterday that my home was sacred ground, holy ground and that nothing comes in through my door that I don't want to have in my space. It is my choice what I decide to let in.  Visually, intellectually, the things I read, the things I watch, the things I listen to. If it doesn't serve me well, it doesn't get through the door. Again, my choice. That doesn't make me ignorant or uninformed. I know what I need to know. It makes me at peace with my life and the world around me.  We are surrounded by so many lies and misinformation today. So much hurt and anger. So much hatred.  I don't let it in. Instead I focus on the good in my life. It's simple really.  Or I try to in any case.  Occasionally something negative slips in but I am very quick to toss it out.

 

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A little bit of ice cream. Now who doesn't love that. Vanilla. Simple.  Good. Vanilla. A little bit of what brings you joy does you the world of good.

 

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I really cannot complain about this life of abundance I am living. I have everything I need and enough to share. I am rich in the things of life which matter most. I am blessed beyond measure.  Faith, family, friends, home, health, love. Its all good.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*Joy is the happiness

that doesn't depend

on what happens.

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Easy Air Fryer Ham & Turkey Toastie.  Eileen and I share one of these for our lunch on Saturday and it was good, good, good. Crisp and toasty golden brown on the outsides and filled with lovely flavors. 

I hope your week ahead is filled with abundance and plenty of small and wonderful things which bring you joy.  Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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And I do too!