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.

Sunday dinners with family.  I am so grateful for a sister who invites me over for dinner every Sunday. I really enjoy being together like that as a family. It means the world to me. Its not about the food, although that is always delicious, its about just being with each other, and sharing each other's company. At the risk of sounding repetitive, I am so blessed to have the family that I do.

 

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Church on Sundays.  I love going to church on Sundays. The congregation at the church I go to now is very small compared to the one I left back in the U.K.  In fact is is a Branch rather than a Ward.  Most Sundays we may only have about 30 people. But it is a warm bunch of people and a group that feels intimate and like family. It is hard to get lost in the bunch.  I have some very close old dear friends in that bunch that I really love dearly. 

I love being able to partake of the Sacrament each week and focus on the Savior in a special way.  To take His name upon me again and to recharge my spiritual battery for another week.  I have been saying this for years, so nothing new here. 

Sunday night, romantic movie night. This week I watched The Best of Me on Netflix. I really enjoyed this although it had me blubbering off and on. Based on a novel by Nicholas Sparks. I had never heard of it before.  Mind you, it has been years since I have watched romantic films. I am enjoying old films now that I had never heard of or seen in the past.  They are all new to me!  This one was really well acted. I highly recommend it if you have not seen it.

 

My cozy little home. Every night when I say my prayers I thank God for the blessing that is my home.  I have not forgotten how it felt to not have a place to call my own and to be dependent upon others for a roof over my head, or the  joy I felt when I was given this place to live in.  I hope I never start to take it for granted. It really means the world to me and I am grateful for it.  The windows of heaven were truly open when they poured out this blessing upon me.

The gift of humility.  I am so grateful for parents who cultivated humility in us.  Imagine how much you miss out on in life if your life is filled to overflowing with self and with ego. I think that being humble and being grateful is the best way to live your life.   I am not more than the person who stands beside me, neither am I less.  We are equal souls on a journey through mortality . . .  doing the best that we know how to do on a journey which none of has taken before. 

Yesterday after church, Glenna and I were charged with going to visit a lady and bringing her a meal. I was a bit nervous about going to visit her as I did not know her at all and I am by nature a very shy person. I had also been told she was a bit of a "prickly" individual.  It ended up that we are actually related, but I can't remember now in what way. She was from Inglisville which is where my mother was born and she knew all the old Aunts, etc. What a small world it is.  She remembered my Great Aunt Orabell, or Ora as she called her, as being a very kind person.  

What I had been fearful of turned into a blessing.  I also got to enjoy some extra time with Glenna which was nice.

I am still basking in the glory that was my son being here to spend time with me.  It was such a special time for us and I know that he enjoyed every minute of it as much as I did. We built a memory with each other that will last a lifetime.  I really was blessed by those few days.   I hope that I get to repeat the experience with my other children.  I have been able to spend time alone now with Doug and with Eileen.  I am hoping that Anthony will be next.  I have no real hopes of even seeing the other two and their families, let alone spending time alone with them, but miracles do happen.  I pray always for a reconciliation. I am just grateful that they are safe and happy and alive.  If they ever do darken my doorway I will kill the fatted calf.

I cannot believe that already we are facing the end of November and that Christmas is less than a month away.  This year has slipped so quickly off the calendar.  I am so grateful for the month of November and the gift that it was.  As I get older I take less and less of life for granted and recognize each day given for the gifts that they are to me.  As I am fond of saying, every day may not be a good day, but there is good in every day. I try always to acknowledge my blessings and to cultivate my feelings of gratitude for each and every one of them.   Life is so much better when you see the glass as being half full.  My cup is not just half full, it truly is filled with abundance.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*To care for those who

once cared for us

is the highest honor ° * 。

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Scottish Tattie Soup. This was so delicious.  I took some over to the lady we visited yesterday along with some homemade biscuits.   I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did!

I hope that you have a truly wonderful and blessed week to come.  May your lives be filled with abundance.  Don't forget! 

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All things Nice . . .

 

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Speak well of people -- tell the kindly things

The neighbors do and how they always try

To make the day a little easier,

Talk about sun and wind and open sky,

Have praise upon your lips like jewels rare;

Talk about peace and eventide and prayer.

Speak well of neighbors, let your voice be raised

In words of comfort for the sore oppressed,,

Take time to listen to an old man's yarn;

Greet every morning with a happy zest,

And pass along to others on the way,

The lovely tidings of a brand new day.

Speak well -- for I have heard the old folks say

That words are arrows made with golden tips,

And each will find a target ere the day

Is gathered to its close -- so guard your lips

Lest you might wound a heart already sore,

And give a tired back one burden more.

Speak kindly words, they are such precious things

To brighten up a day and give it wings.

~Edna Jaques, Speak Well

Back Door Neighbors, 1946

 

I loved this poem. It reminds us that words are very powerful things and reiterates that old quote from the film Bambi made by Thumper's mother  . . . 

This is a lot harder to do in practice than one might suppose. It is impossible to like everyone.  Sometimes people have hurt or maligned us, or just simply rub us the wrong way. It can be so tempting to want to think, feel or speak ill of them.  I try hard not to speak ill of anyone, but it's difficult sometimes, especially if they are not particularly nice people themselves.  I remind myself often that I need to do better in this area, and I am trying.  It is natural to want to lash out at others who have hurt you, but it is not the right thing to do. Must. Do. Better.

 

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It is very cold this morning, but there is no frost on the ground. Funny that. I remember my first November back here in Canada every morning was very frosty. We have had very few frosty mornings this year so far. These last few days, however frost free,  I have found myself unable to get warm.  I have just felt cold, cold, cold.  Its quite damp I guess and the damp gets into your bones.  I have my heat pump going.  I have a blanket wrapped around me. 

I miss the days that I had a wood stove in the house to keep the place warm. Wood stoves can be messy but they are also nice. The smell, the atmosphere . . . the sound of the wood crackling. I always  kept a pot of water containing the warm baking spices simmering on the back of the stove. It smelled as if I was always baking.  It seems like just yesterday, but it was over 25 years ago now.  

I used to love to lay on the sofa and watch the flames in the wood stove we kept in the living room.  They were mesmerizing, the way they danced behind the glass, flickering back and forth, logs snapping and shooting sparks every now and then. There was a great deal of comfort attached.

 

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I have been looking at everyone's turkey dinners that they have cooked these past few days and they all look so delicious.  A turkey dinner is one of my favorite meals to eat.  When the children were growing up their father and I used to travel to the states to go shopping several times a year and we would always bring back a couple turkeys.   We all enjoyed turkey and there is a lot of meat on a turkey. When you have five children to feed, three of them boys, a turkey always comes in handy.  We did not  necessarily always do them with the trimmings, but I could always get quite a few  meals out of them and then there was the soup.  Turkey soup.

My mother always made the best soups. You could count on there being a nice pot of soup made after each roast dinner. She would make a huge pot of whatever kind of protein was leftover. We would feast on it one day and  the rest would be frozen in plastic four liter ice cream pails.  Dinner for another future day.

When Dad, Cindy and I went out for supper earlier this week I had a turkey burger for my supper rather than the usual fish and chips.  Turkey and gravy in a bun with more gravy spooned over top.  I love gravy and bread.  I could make a meal of just bread with gravy ladled over top. I love the stuff.

 

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I had an unexpected supper at Cindy's yesterday.  I had my flu shot in the afternoon and then Cindy had invited me over to supper. Several weeks back I had picked up a packet of fish cake mix at the farm market and given it to Cindy to make fish cakes for us all sometime.  I know, that was very presumptuous of me to do so.  I wanted to try them, and with there only being me here, it would have been far too much.  She didn't seem to mind. I did okay it with her first, at least I think I did.  In any case, she cooked them yesterday.  They were really good.  I quite enjoyed them!  So much so that both Cindy and I had seconds of them. They were excellent.  She used haddock to make them. 

I used to love making fish cakes.  I made them often in the U.K. I used fresh cod, which was different there than it is here. It came from the waters off Iceland and was lovely and sweet.  I used to love to just pan fry it in butter with some springs of fresh thyme.  I could eat fish every day and never tire of it.  Its too bad it is such an expensive thing to buy.  I prefer haddock and cod to oilier fishes. I know a lot of people enjoy salmon.  It is not my favorite although I do enjoy a piece every now and then.

 

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It is my group's turn to clean the chapel again this morning. It is not my favorite thing to do, I confess. Right now I feel as if I could crawl back into bed quite happily and stay there for an hour or two.  I am feeling very sleepy and lazy.  There are four of us on the team for cleaning, plus a member of the Branch presidency. There are only three of us who turn up.  One lady never shows at all. My friend Jacquie calls her the great escape artist. lol  The member of the Branch presidency is a business man and he never comes either, so there are just the three of us. I am the baby of the group at 68.  We dodder around the church dusting, cleaning the glass, hoovering, cleaning the bathrooms, chalkboards, emptying the garbage, etc.   This is a day where I feel like I want to be the escape artist, but I will do my duty.  I would hate to let the others down. It is not in me to do so.

I have always been a responsible person.  I am not sure why that is.  Early for every appointment. Never late. Always following through on my promises and then some.  I often have wished that I could be more lax . . . but I just cannot be so  . . . 

 

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I have been tasked with bringing a meal to someone after church tomorrow.  Yesterday I made a big pot of soup so I think I will bring over some of that plus some baking powder biscuits which I will bake today. Glenna is going with me and she is making a banana bread to bring. In all of my years in the church I have never had or wanted anyone to bring me a meal. Its just not something I am comfortable with. My sister is the same. We don't like eating food prepared by people we don't really know very well.  We are a bit squeamish that way. I wish I was not like that, but there it is.  My brain starts to migrate into the realm of issues of cleanliness etc.  I am not good at potlucks for that reason.  I don't enjoy them, unless I know exactly who has cooked what. Perhaps I am just weird, but I am what I am.

Yet, oddly enough, that doesn't bother me in a restaurant.  I know it should, but it doesn't. I do not, however, like to see the people that are cooking when I go to a restaurant.  That always puts me off.  And yet, I love to watch cooking shows.  

Yep.  Weird.

I am all needled up now, vaccinated, etc.  I have one more Twinrex to get for Hepatitis and then I will be finished. I am trying to decide if I want to spend the money on the RSV or not.  Its $280 for the shot and another $20 to have it administered. That's a lot of money, but . . . I don't necessarily want to get RSV either.  

I know a lot of people at the moment who are coming down with Covid.  People who have managed to elude it thus far.  People don't seem to report it any more. They should really.  I don't think the government is keeping numbers these days anyways. I know, having had it once, I don't want to have it again so I am masking again. My dad hasn't been able to have his last booster or his flu shot yet due to having had the shingles.  I am wanting to protect him from picking up anything as well.

We are wanting to do something for his 90th birthday in January.  It is hard to know who to invite. Most of his friends are gone now. We will probably just get together at a restaurant and have a cake and a few people in attendance.  He will just be happy to be celebrated I think.  He is the patriarch of the family.  The oldest of all of his siblings. He has one sister still alive and one brother (the baby).

I am really just prattling now and need to go get ready to go to the chapel so I will end this off now with a thought for you to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.˛Experience is a brutal teacher

but you do learn.•。★★ 。* 。

~C.S. Lewis•。★★ 。* 。

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Puff Pastry Mince Pie Squares. Simple to make and delicious. I love mincemeat anything!

Have a wonderful weekend!  I hope you are doing something nice. Be happy, be blessed, be safe, and don't forget! 

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And I do too.

Friday Finds . . .

 

A few of the things  I find each week that pique my interest, bring me joy, inspire me to learn, create, do, become, inspire memories . . . maybe they will do the same for you!   

 

Mini Christmas Sweaters Pattern.  Cute!  Pattern by R Giddings on Ravelry. A free pattern.

 

Six Sisters Stuff/  Caramel Marshmallow Rice Krispie Balls.  These look incredibly moreish!  I love anything with Rice Krispies.

Love this. No source, just something pretty to look at. And you know now much I like pretty.

Little Red Window. Tiny cardboard gingerbread houses.  Cute!

Hometalk. Cardboard Gingerbread House Garland.  

Could not find the actual source of this, but it was too cute not to share.  A simple project to do with children. 

Mamachee on Etsy. An assortment of slippers to crochet.

No source, again, just eye candy  . . . 

The Crafty Gentleman. DIY woven felt coasters.

The Mummy Front. DIY Hand Warmers.  

Charmed by Ashley.  Fabric reusable gift bags.  

We all Sew.  Fabric Scandanavian Heart.  

Menina Arteira.  Cute kitten ornament. Its in Spanish, but easy to figure out. Plus there is a video.

Blue Kat Design. Vintage Cookie Cutter Ornaments. Old Christmas cards, some pearls and silk flowers, etc. Easy peasy.

Noodlehead.  Fabric Trays.  

Girl Inspired.  Easy Wool Flannel Throws.  Love these.

 

The Joyful Bunny.  Zippered Hexagon Pouch.  Easy Peasy.  

Crafty Staci. Game Board Mug Mats.  Cute!  

Fabric Art DIY.  Make a cute phone stand.

Thrifty Fun.  Sand filled book weights.  

Jane's Sweets.  Parmesan Cheddar Crackers.  Nice nibbles for the holidays.

Midget Mama. Hot Chocolate on a Spoon with Snowman Marshmallows. 

 

Heart, Hook & Home, different ways of making pom poms.  

And those are my finds for this week. I hope you saw something helpful here that you can use!

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *No beauty shines brighter

than a good heart.

~unknown•。★★ 。* 。 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  scrummy Golden Syrup Cake.  This is simple to make and oh so delicious. A simple cake that is  moist and beautifully flavored. Perfect with a hot cuppa!

I hope that you have a lovely day today. Its cool this morning and wet.  Its a good thing all this precipitation we have been getting isn't snow, lol. We would be snowed under. Stay safe and keep warm!  Don't forget!

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And I do too!