A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, November 25th, 2025

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

Its definitely looking chilly. -2*C/28*F but mostly clear. Yesterday ended up being lovely and sunny, although rather cool, especially in the wind.  They say rain or snow for the next three days.  I expect/hope it will be more rain than snow. Our grass has turned mostly green again.

I AM THINKING ...

Poor Dad. He was very down and glum yesterday. Not his usual self.  His hemoglobin has dropped to only 70 yesterday, which is very poor. We had to sign papers for him to have some blood transfusions to bring them up again. Cindy as his caregiver and myself as a witness. All being well, he should have those today. He has special stockings on his legs.  He just looked worn out and was not that chipper. Cold. He said that they were not nice in there.  I think that the different attitudes of different nurses really get him down. Dad is such an easy person to get along with and nurses he had yesterday were quite abrupt and impatient. He is very hard of hearing, and you do need to repeat yourself a lot and speak loudly to him. And make sure he is looking at you. I hope that the nurses he has today are a bit more patient and pleasant. I know they are overworked and underpaid, but it really costs nothing to be kind.

 

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I AM ALSO THINKING ...

It's been over a week now since I fell. My arm is doing a lot better but still has a way to go. I was however able to fully use both arms and hands when washing my hair this morning, which was an improvement. You never realize how much you really use both when doing things until one of them is compromised. 

Also, I am thinking about Cindy's cat Mac. He is going to the Vets today to have a special investigation where he has to be aestheticized. They are checking out the growth in his throat. Poor wee thing. His breathing is so loud. He is well in every other way, however. Still full of vim and vigor.   I hope he does well. It is a rough day for Cindy. 

 

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I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

My sense of smell, and all of the warm baking spices.  This is the time of year that our homes smell so lovely with all of the preparations for the festive season. Mincemeat. Fruitcakes. Cookies.  Turkey dinners, etc. It is all so good!

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Yesterday I baked some Scandinavian Almond Cookies. They are incredibly moreish. Especially if you love almonds.

 

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

These Stovetop Custard Cream Buns look really good. From The Gardening Foodie.

 

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THIS I BELIEVE ...

Why ever would you be blessed with more if you cannot appreciate what you have already been given?

 

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SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Pretty florals in bedding.  These pillowcases are beautiful. 

 

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SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Pretty tea cups. These are beautiful. How very elegant.

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...

 

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A cute cat doll . . . 

 

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That face . . .  so expressive with so little detail.

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Another really expressive face  . . . 

 

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I love this  . . . 

 

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This also  . . . 

 

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SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

Strawberry Jam. It is my favorite of all the jams.

 

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SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

Pencil sketching  . . .  

 

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OH MY GOODNESS ...

I just love Brambley Hedge. So quaint and charming.

 

I AM READING ...

THE WORK AND THE GLORY, volume 1 Pillar of Light by Gerald N. Lund

"You believe me, don't you, Nathan." 

It was not a question, but a statement, filled with wonder. 

 It stunned Nathan. 

 "You believe it all. I can see it on your face." 

 For a moment, time seemed suspended as Nathan probed the inward recesses of his soul. There was still the incredulousness, still the sense of hearing something that couldn't possibly be true. And yet he knew it was. He knew without the least shadow of doubt that everything Joseph was telling him was true. And so, finally, with a wonder of his own, he said, "Yes, Joseph, I believe you." 

 Pillar of Light — the first volume in the series The Work and the Glory — begins the epic story of the Benjamin Steed family. In the 1820s they move from Vermont to Palmyra Township in upstate New York in search of better farmland. There they meet a young man named Joseph Smith and are thrown into the maelstrom of conflict and controversy that swirls around him. Did he really see the Father and the Son in a pillar of light? Has he truly been visited by angelic messengers? What is all this talk about gold plates and new scripture? In short, is he a prophet and seer or a monumental fraud? The answers each one gives to these questions — intensely personal, potentially divisive — will dramatically affect the lives of the Steeds forever after. 

 Author Gerald N. Lund here masterfully weaves together historical reality and high-powered fiction. In his hands this combination seems to make the reader an eyewitness to the early scenes of the Restoration, thus deepening one's understanding and appreciation of those momentous events. The well-drawn plot and fictional characters present a moving, gripping story. Here are Benjamin and Mary Ann Steed, devoted to each other as man and wife, yet at odds over religion; Joshua, their volatile son, who rebels and heads for trouble; the sensitive Nathan, their second son, in whom Joseph Smith's message strikes a responsive chord; the beautiful Lydia McBride, who captures the hearts of both Joshua and Nathan. 

 This book skillfully explores the inmost motivations of Joseph Smith and his early followers and the responses of typical contemporary families to the claims he made. These people come to life in this powerful historical novel, a story that captures both the heartache and the happiness that came in the wake of Joseph's experience with the pillar of light.

I am restarting the series. I read the whole series years and years ago and really enjoyed it immensely.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

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Old wood stoves and enamel kettles  . . . 

 

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Old books and vintage penmanship  . . . 

 

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Pretty roof tops  . . . 

 

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Log cabins  . . . 

 

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Joan Walsh Anglund  . . . 

 

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Fairy Lights in winter  . . . 

 

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I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

Warm socks, a warm home, cozy throws, an electric fire  . . .  

MAKES ME SMILE ...

He can sleep anywhere  . . . he is a big pile of floofiness.

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

Champagne Problems on Netflix. I watched this last night and thoroughly enjoyed it. Cute. Cute. Cute.

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*"Love isn't a state of perfect caring.

It's an active noun, like caring.

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

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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.

 

This was the scene about 5:30 this morning. A bit of snow. It won't last, but I think it's quite pretty. Looks like only myself and my neighbor across the way are awake.

I am so grateful for this wee home of mine. I hope that I will always be able to stay here.

Dad is still in the hospital. He will probably be in for a few more days at least. He is still bleeding, and they are trying to sort it out. Last night when we were in, he had pressure socks on all the way up his legs.  He is in good spirits; however, he seems to think that this is it. He keeps wishing us goodbye like it's the last time.  I remain hopeful that they will be able to get this under control and that he will be back home where he belongs soon. He is a model patient. So easy going and easy to please. 

I enjoy visiting him with Cindy.  I hope you know I really love my sister. She is the best gift my parents ever gave to me.

Being able to go to church on Sunday and partake of the Sacrament, renew my covenants, fellowship with the Saints, etc. There is no place I would rather be on a Sunday morning. I have been a church goer for many, many years. I just enjoy church.

I enjoy the ride there and back in the car with Glenna. Most of the time this is the only time we see each other, and it is always nice to have a catch up.

Late yesterday afternoon I watched the Bells on Temple Square Autumn Concert. You can find it on YouTube here.  I really enjoyed it.  I would have liked to play in a Bell Choir. Doug, my middle son, played in a Bell Choir when he was in High School. He really enjoyed it. It was his birthday yesterday. He turned 44.  Love him so very much.

Peace.  I am at peace and have a peaceful life. I know it is not without its occasional dramas, but for the most part my life is very calm and easy. I am at peace with myself and the world. It is a good place to be.  Oh, I do have my sad moments, but everyone does. We all have struggles that are only ours to bear.  but for the most part, I am at peace.

My arm feels a bit better with each day that passes. It is still sore, but not as sore as it was. I have a lot of the movement back in it. I can reach across myself with it, stretch up a bit, reach forward and sideways. I still cannot reach behind myself without feeling a lot of pain. There is pain for most movements, but it is quite tolerable. It is just the reaching behind that is intolerable. It also hurts to hold my phone in my left hand for any length of time.  But it is getting better. I am so grateful that I did not break anything. That was a tender mercy.

 

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I know this must be pretty boring to you as I say the same thing most weeks.  I do live a very simple life for which I am truly grateful. I don't do a lot these days.  Just home, faith, family, pets.  A bit of cooking, writing, etc. Not a lot changes.  I am grateful for this life of mine and all the simple things it brings to my table. I really would not have it any other way.

I am grateful that you continue to want to be a part of it and I thank you for that.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Life is short and

it is up to you to make it sweet.

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In The English Kitchen today, Green Chili Biscuit Bread. Quick. Easy. Delicious. I know I say that all the time.  I am a lazy cook. 

I hope that you have a lovely day and that it is filled with lots of things that you love.  Be blessed. Don't forget!

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Update on Dad

 

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Just a short post to let you know about Dad.  Apparently when they did that scope the last time he was in hospital to look at his gall bladder, they noted that he had ulcers in his stomach and small intestine. They did not tell us anything about that. They even put him on a medication for it, but again we were not told. Even when he was at his last family Doctor's visit nobody said anything about it.

Well apparently his ulcers must have been bleeding for a bit and this morning it all came out. As you can imagine this was very distressing for all of us.  He even said to us that he was dying, and he thanked Cindy very much for all she has done for him.

Anyways, they are keeping him in the hospital for 48 hours to keep an eye on him, and they are increasing his ulcer medication.

Other than being a bit disappointed that he has to stay in the hospital for a few days he has taken this all in his stride. He is a very easy-going person and a very good patient. He is so pleasant and never complains much about anything. He did eat a hearty lunch today. Roast pork, gravy, some mashed potatoes and carrots. 

Hopefully he will be able to come home on Monday. So that's the update.  Thanks so much for your prayers and happy thoughts!

Have a great weekend everyone!

 

Saturday Nice . . .

 

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Praise God for warmth -- for little rooms that hold

A warm bright fire, shelter from the cold,

For love that bids us welcome, holds us dear,

For Peace that hovers like a pigeon near.

Praise God for warmth, when winds are keen and high

Driving grey matted clouds across the sky

Whines like a dog outside the kitchen shed

Like banshees wailing for their troubled dead.

I never hear the wind against the door,

But I am minded of the homeless poor,

It is their voices crying wild and deep

That haunt my dreams and will not let me sleep.

Praise God for warmth -- Oh heart, for warmth and light

For walls that shut us from the lonely night,

For He who wandered homeless knows the way

Footsteps turn homeward at the close of day.

~Edna Jacques, Praise God for Warmth

Beside Still Waters, 1952

How very grateful I am for these four walls that I call home. It is my oasis of peace in a world of chaos. It is Holy Ground to me.  It is humble, for sure, but it is all that I need It keeps me dry when the weather is wet. It keeps me cool when the weather is hot. It keeps me warn when the weather is cold. 

Within its walls there is Love. Peace. Comfort. I recognize the blessings that these things are and yes, I give thanks every day for them. God has been very good to me and I am thankful.

 

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The shops are filling up with Christmas cheer.  Christmas music playing.  Sights and sounds. Cindy and I went to the new Dollarama that has opened up near us yesterday afternoon while Dad was visiting with his friend Maryann. It was new and fresh and very busy in there with people looking for bargains. They had a very generous Christmas section. There were some really cute Christmas Decorations for out of doors, and indoors. Lots of Christmas candies, and chocolates, stocking stuffers, wrappings, etc.

My cousin's wife makes beautiful door wreaths. I am always tempted to buy one when I see them. But $60 is a lot to spend for something to hang on your door when people are starving. I think I would rather put that money into the Salvation Army Bucket where it would do people some good or use it to buy a Christmas gift for a child who might not otherwise get one. There are many ways to give and make a difference.

Our church puts out these Giving Machines every year. These Giving Machines are located in various places throughout the United States and the World.  

They are large red colored vending machines. Through them people can donate various items such as food, clothing and other necessities to those in need. Instead of receiving a product, donors can contribute to charitable causes through these machines. Users can select items to donate ranging from basic necessities like meals and clothing to livestock such as goats and chickens. Each item has a specified cost and 100% of what is donated goes to the charity chosen. The machines are available this year in 25 countries and 126 cities.  Here in Canada, they are available in Montreal, Toronto and Calgary.  I wish there were more. You can also donate online through the link that I have given above. There are also opportunities to give of your time if that is all that you have to give. 

I think this is a pretty wonderful cause and I am encouraged knowing that 100% goes to the charities and not into administration. There is something about reaching out to those in need that does the heart a whole world of good.

 

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It felt very good to get out of the house yesterday. I took some extra strength Tylenol with codeine before I went out and applied lots of icy gel to my upper arm and shoulder. The pain was still there, but at a dull roar, and the distraction of being out and about also helped me not to think about it too much.  I do have more movement of the arm, which is good, but I still cannot tolerate any pressure on it, such as would be felt if you push something or pull something or even lift something heavy. But I am able to put deodorant on under both arms now as I can lift the affected arm enough to reach underneath and I can stretch the affected arm enough to be able to reach underneath the other side. I was not quite able to use both hands to wash my hair this morning, although I did try. 

I am not one to take painkillers if I can help it. I live with chronic arthritis pain, and I don't take anything for that. I simply live with it. It is at a tolerable level I suppose. I don't like to use pain relief for that.  But I have been resorting to pain relief for this arm, however. Not a lot. One tablet in the morning and one later in the day.  It does help a bit and makes it a bit more tolerable. It hurts to hold my phone in my hand, which is weird. I still cannot sleep on my left side. I am a side sleeper, and I prefer to sleep on my left side, but at the moment I am unable to. That's okay. It could be worse.

 

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I'm going to have to cut this short now. I have just had phone call from my sister to say that our father has been taken by ambulance to the hospital. She is on her way there now. I will try to keep you posted.

In the meantime, prayers would be very much appreciated.

A Thought to Carry With You . . . 

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*Gratitude can turn

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Applesauce Nut Muffins. Simple and delicious. Recipe makes six delicious muffins. It is a recipe that I adapted from a pumpkin bread recipe. Its lovely.

I hope you have a lovely day. Stay safe and stay warm. Don't forget!

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Dear Neighbor . . .

 

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FRIDAY, November 21st, 2025
Estate Lane, Nova Scotia
-6*C/22*F partly cloudy

Dear Neighbor,

Its pretty chilly out there this morning. I think it is safe to say that the cool Winter Temperatures have arrived. It is still dark out as I am writing this, but I am sure a heavy frost will be on the ground once the sun is up. My brother, who lives in Ottawa, shared some lovely photos yesterday of a Hoare frost that they had there. Simply stunning.  Nature is such a craftsman.

Everything coated in a crystal finish.  Simply stunning.

 

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 As you all know, I, who am always so careful in how I go, fell on Monday and injured the left side of my body. Thankfully nothing was broken.  I was very blessed in that. It could have been far worse.  The pain on Monday was almost unbearable but has gradually gotten better with each day that passes. I have regained a lot of movement in it and can now hold my arm away from my body and lift it up almost all the way, in three of four directions. It is still very painful to reach behind or move it backwards. I can reach across my front with it and touch my right shoulder and this morning I was almost able to use both hands in the shower to wash my hair. 

The temptation is there to not use it at all because it does hurt when I do, but I cannot allow myself to give into that temptation for fear of losing the use of my arm. I am quite pleased with the progress, and I don't think it will be long before I feel safe and comfortable driving again.

 

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This has been a fairly boring week to be honest, as I have spent most of it resting from my injury. I have not been sleeping well so I have been tired as well. Yesterday is the first day I actually baked or cooked anything. Thank goodness for a well-stocked freezer and larder, as I have been able to feed myself fairly well. I have not gone anywhere, except to dinner with Dad and Cindy on Wednesday night. And other than them and the cleaners on Tuesday, I have not seen anyone either. So, yes, a very quiet and somewhat boring week. I have watched more television than I have watched in a long time, but it was a good opportunity to catch up on some films that I had not seen in a very long time before they are dropped from Netflix. I finished Memoirs of a Geisha and Titanic.  Both are very long films.  I watched the film Wonder. Yesterday I watched Girl Interrupted.

I have come to really appreciate having the use of both arms, more and more as each day passes. Yesterday I managed to bake some muffins.  I also made myself oven fish and chips for my supper.  Both involved opening oven doors and sliding things in and out of the oven whilst using both arms. Two days ago I couldn't manage that, but yesterday I could.  Things are definitely improving. 

Today I have plans to go out with Cindy and Dad this afternoon as he has his weekly visit with MaryAnn. I need cat food. (I always need cat food it seems! lol) And I don't have any fresh veg in the house. I had bean salad with my fish and chips yesterday.  I don't be able to get much as there is limited space in the car.  Dad's walker takes up the whole boot and so there is only the space in front of my feet on the passenger side.  If I am feeling more confident, I may go to the grocery store tomorrow. We shall see what happens.

 

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People are starting to put up their Christmas decorations, but I am not feeling especially festive as of yet. Hopefully the bug will hit soon. Oddly enough none of us is feeling very festive this year. Not even Dan, the holiday man. We will have to wait and see what happens. It is early yet, but having said that, Christmas is less than five weeks away. I need to start watching my annual Christmas films in earnest now. It never feels quite right watching them after the holidays.

The first one I like to watch each year is "The Holiday," with Cameron Diaz and Kate Winslet. I had not seen it until my friend Valerie sent me the DVD of it a number of years back and it because a favorite with the first watch! I also like The Family Man, with Nicholas Cage. The Homecoming. (That is the film which was the precursor to The Waltons.) Home Alone, Planes Trains & Automobiles, White Christmas, A Miracle on 34th Street (the original), It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story, etc. I also like the Hallmark movies, most of which I have never seen. Now that I am a woman living on my own, I don't have to bow to the preferences of a male who hates Christmas movies. I am free to watch what I want, when I want, as many times as I want.

 

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I have not gotten as many things done over this past year as I would have liked to have done. I wanted to do a lot more art and to get some sewing done, more crafting. Here we are almost to the end of the year and I haven't really done much of anything in that respect.  I find that if I have any kind of appointment at all that is it for me. My whole day revolves around that appointment. It doesn't matter what time of day it is. Whereas in the past I used to be able to get lots of things done, including the appointment, these days the appointment will swallow my whole day.

Is anyone else like this? If I have a week full of appointments, then that whole week is gone. I guess I am just getting slower at getting things done.  I do not know how I managed to get all the things done that I did when I was working fulltime.

 

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Last night I dreamt I was back working at the Manor again. They had had some large function, and I spent ages cleaning up after it. The dream went on and on and I no sooner got one mess cleaned up when another one appeared. Finally, the Mrs. told me to go home. I told her in my dream that I had not made them any supper yet or gotten in any groceries. She said that was fine, they really didn't need anything. I woke up soon afterwards. 

I am always really tired after I have dreams in which I have been working, working, working. I think it is mental exhaustion more than anything. It certainly isn't physical as I have been sleeping, lol. Its weird how just dreaming about working can tire you out!

I am grateful that I never took them up on their offer to come to work for them in the Bahamas. I could never have coped with that I don't think. I am more than happy to call all of my time my own. I do admit that I was flattered in being asked, not once, but several times, several years running. It is nice to know that people value your work that much. It is nice also to have the luxury of being able to turn it down.

 

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I was talking to my friend Jacquie on the phone for a while yesterday afternoon. She is 83 now. She finds the days very long and she says she gets very lonely. It made me appreciate the blessing of busyness. I am a person who tries to stay very busy all the time. This little job of mine, in cooking for, photographing for, and writing for, the food blog has been a real blessing in my life. Not only does it help to keep a roof over my head, but it gives purpose and meaning to my life. It gives me something to do, and to think about. It has been, and is, a gift from God. I mean that sincerely. 

Although I have been doing it since 2009, it was only in the latter part of 2020 that I decided to monetize it. The timing could not have been better as it was not long after that, that my life fell apart. I would not have been able to care for myself financially were it not for that blog. I am sure that it was God, who knows the beginning from the end of everything. who prompted me to start monetizing it, and I got my first paycheck from it about a month after I returned to Canada. It has gone from strength to strength since then. What a blessing in my life it has been these past five years, and God willing it will continue.

It really has helped to fill my days with purpose and meaning. It has kept my brain and my hands active. It has kept this lovely roof over my head. It has given me my independence and afforded me a very good life in so very many ways. It truly has been a gift.

 

I was reading this, this morning and thought to myself what a wonderful tradition that is. Santa always brought my children a new pair of pajamas and a book on Christmas Eve. I did not know I was following an Icelandic tradition.  Reading time before bed was always something that I did with my children all of their younger years. We would gather in the girl's bedroom as they had a large double bed, and we would all sit on the bed, and I would read to them. Most Christmas's I would try to get them matching pajamas to wear.  Giving them a new book on Christmas Eve, the new pajamas and a bit of a treat of some kind helped to get them through to Christmas morning. It broke some of the excitement and was a tiny taste of what was to come I suppose.  I sometimes miss those years when I had all of my little chicks around me. I did not appreciate them as much as I should have done, but perhaps it is only in the looking back that we are truly able to appreciate the gifts we have been given for what they are? Most of the time when I was raising my babies, I was so busy trying to get all the things done that I needed to do, I didn't have the time or energy to fully appreciate them.  Those quiet bedtime reading moments were a gift to us both and ones that I often take out and enjoy again in the remembrance of them.

Here I am running out of time again so I must draw this missive to a close  . . . 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Joy comes to us

in ordinary moments.

We risk missing out when

we get too busy chasing

down the extraordinary.

~Brene Brown• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。

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In The Kitchen today  . . .  Chicken Stuffed Rolls. A hot sandwich that is not only very simple to make but incredibly deliciously filling, with chicken, cheese and spring onions, in a zesty combination.  Stuffed into a roll and baked to gooey melty perfection. Perfect as a lunch with some crisp veggie sticks or as a light supper with a bowl of soup!

Once again I wish you a happy Friday. The weeks seem to be rolling past far too quickly don't they! Whatever you get up to today I hope it brings you joy!  Don't forget!

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And I do too!