All Things Nice . . .

 

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A chopping bowl of clear, white birch,

A cradle hollowed from a log,

A tiny blackthorn crucifix

Cut from a lonely Irish bog.

A maple bedstead . . . stoutly built,

Bannisters carved from golden oak,

A wagon wheel with hickory rims,

The curving beauty of a yoke.

A basket made of willow splints,

Pine for a flagpole, tall and straight,

An ancient fence of cedar rails,

Old poplar for a pasture gate.

A wagon tongue . . . a whiffle tree,

A pair of shafts . . . a wooden churn,

A set of hames . . . a water trough,

A knot of tamarack to burn.

A little box of sandalwood,

A teakwood table stoutly made,

An oaken coffin for the dead,

A checkerboard with pearl inlaid.

God must have loved a growing tree

Because He made them straight and tall,

And man has used them as his own,

And fashioned beauty from them all.

~Edna Jacques, Wooden Things

The Hills of Home, 1952

When I think of all the treasures that are held in a piece of wood, it warms my heart. Not much these days is made from real wood any more. It's all that press-wood, manufactured and made to look like the real thing, but there is no heart in it, no substance. Machine made for the most part, the only handwork applied . . .  yours, as you struggle to assemble it in the comfort of your home, using sketchy diagrams that are often very difficult to navigate. I miss wood. Real wood.

My ex and I (the father of my children) used to buy antiques from time to time and fix them up, refinish them.  Every piece was a labour of love.

This was the empty trees across the way glowing in the rising sun when I got up this morning.  It was such a spectacle to see. Right now, if you were to look out, they are all black, arms outstretched as above, but there . . .  for a few moments, they were dressed in golden splendour. So beautiful to see. What a gift it was for me to catch it before it disappeared. The camera lens doesn't really do them justice, but you can perhaps capture a taste of what it was. What a gift.

 

I used Chat GPT to turn myself into a peanuts character.  That was fun.  I guess I could have asked it for different backgrounds and stuff, but I didn't know about that so I didn't . . .  and now I can't remember how I did it in the first place. LOL That's me. Wading into the unknown frontier with both barrels loaded and not a clue as to what I am doing or how I got there. But at least I'm wading, so I guess that is something.

 

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I got my car back later in the day yesterday. I was right, it wasn't cheap as they had to replace both rear brake lines, but it's fixed now and hopefully will stay okay for a while. I guess they were rusting out. Maybe it's time to think about having my car undercoated again. I don't know. Might be too late. It's a 2015 model. That's over 10 years old. I just want to keep it running until I can't drive any more. I don't really have the finances to buy a newer car and to be honest, I probably never will. I think it will end up like my brother's BBQ. He has an old Consumers Distributing BBQ that is still going. I don't think any of it is original.  He just keeps fixing it when it breaks down. It's probably a whole new machine, whilst still being the old one if that makes sense. 

Reminds me of this Only Fools and Horses Episode where Trigger tells Del Boy that he's been using the same broom for fifteen years. He's only had to change the handle five times and the brush six. lol

Anyways, I am grateful to have my car back and in working order. What a blessing.

 

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I got out with Cindy and Dad yesterday as we took dad to his Friday afternoon at the mall with Maryann. For some reason he didn't realize I was in the back seat, even though I had been talking to him quite a bit off and on. That's how bad his hearing is, anyways, I was there. I had even patted him on the shoulder a few times. (I don't know what he thought that was!)

We dropped Dad and Maryann off first, and then we went to Walmart. Boy, they have been doing a lot of work in there. Everything is different and you are not sure where anything is anymore. They have made the food sections a lot larger, with more being on offer. I guess you could probably do your whole grocery shop there now if you wanted to. It did take a while to navigate where everything was, but I got there in the end.

After that we went to Sobey's and I picked up a few things for a project I am planning. Plus I got some hotdogs because I was going to make Eileen and I hotdogs for supper. Can you believe  $11.49 for a package of hotdogs?  They were All Beef, Schneiders. I don't do chicken dogs or regular ones. Haven't done for years. But it's crazy what they are charging now. I did get a fifteen pound bag of beautiful Russet Potatoes for $5.99 though and they are looking very nice. I saved $4.50 on those, so that was good and a bargain too good to pass up, especially where I was actually looking for potatoes.

When we left there we picked Dad and Maryann back up and dropped her off. Then we headed up to Peltons. We were almost there when I got the call about my car.  I got some chicken in Peltons, and a few other bits and we were just getting ready to leave when the man/farmer came out and said he was just taking bread out of the oven and bagging it did we want some. He didn't have to ask twice. We both walked out of there with a loaf of the freshest brown bread you could ever ask for. Score! I enjoyed a piece last night as my snack and it was lovely.

 

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How beautiful a day can be

When kindness touches it!

As suddenly illumined as

A room that's newly lit.

In busy hours how grateful is

A little word of cheer,

So close it brings its tenderness,

Its sympathy so near.

The weariness of heavy tasks

Is lost upon a day

When kind words bring their comfort, joy

To any busy way.

~George Elliston (1883-1946)

There are few things lovelier than a kind heart and a gentle spirit. The older I get, the more convinced I am that it is often the smallest kindnesses that mean the most. A warm smile from a stranger. A handwritten note tucked into the post. A neighbour checking in. A thoughtful word spoken just when it is needed. These simple acts may seem insignificant to the giver, but to the recipient they can illuminate the day like a lamp in a darkened room.

The lovely poem above speaks to that truth beautifully. Life can be busy and demanding. We all carry burdens that others know nothing about. Yet, a few gentle words, a moment of understanding, or even a simple expression of appreciation can lighten the load and make the day seem brighter.

May we all find opportunities to share a little kindness this weekend, and perhaps be blessed by the kindness of others in return.

And with those thoughts I will leave you with a thought to carry through your day. (A short post today I know, but I got started late.)

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*Looking around my life,

I see fingerprints of Grace, everywhere.

~angelittle

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Butter Roasted Salted Nuts. A quick and easy make and incredibly moreish. Perfect for entertaining, gifting and snacking on.

Wishing you all a peaceful Saturday filled with simple pleasures, tender mercies, and, of course, all things nice.  Thank you for being you!  Don't forget!

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Dear Neigbour . . .

 

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 NOVEMBER 13th, 2026
Estate Lane
Middleton, Nova Scotia
2*C/35*F
Light rain/snow

Dear Neighbor,

Yes, it is snowing at the moment. Nothing too bad. Just snow mixed with a bit of rain. Very brrrr this morning, but then again, it is that time of year. We can expect this.

I had a rather eventful afternoon yesterday. Eileen got home from her CSS visit about mid-afternoon and I asked her if she wanted to go to the shops. I needed to pick up a few things. I didn't have to ask her twice. We got into the car and started off.  I confess something felt a bit "off" in the car, but I thought it was me.  I got almost into the center of town when I realized that my brakes were failing, my brake light was on, but I was not in an area where I could pull over. I decided to abort the plans to go to the shops and head for the service center which is just the other edge of town. I kept just driving fairly slowly (I am sure the drivers behind me were annoyed, but meh!) I managed to get there. I was praying that I would not have to hit any red lights or meet any stopped school busses. I was praying the whole time and my heart was in my throat.

We got there safely. Long story short, my rear brakes are done.  I am not sure how long it will take for them to be fixed. I was able to call Cindy to come and pick us up to bring us home, and she even stopped at the store on the way so I could pick up the few bits I needed. That was so kind of her.

I surely had an angel on my shoulder, and of course I have an angel sister. God is good. I am blessed.

 

 

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Autumn is full of leave-taking. In September the swallows are chattering of destination and departure like a crowd of tourists, and soon they are gone. Gone also are the willow wrens and the blackcaps and the reed sparrows, and the cuckoo has long been part of the echoing past. It is the day of small things; the wren's bell-like note and the wild little song of the tits are quite impressive now. The robin is chief singer; his voice ascends like a spiral stair, every ringing note a roundel for the mounting spirit. Down through the sere leaves comes the first chestnut; others follow in quickening commotion, beginning their long pilgrimage to perfection; a hundred years hence they will stand in bridal white against the blue. Then the complaint of falling leaves begins, swells in a ghostly crescendo, and is hushed. Once more, as in early spring, the air is full of wings; missel thrushes, fieldfares, and redpolls are busy in the ploughlands; great gatherings of starlings assemble in the afternoon to go roost in the reeds; when thousands of them rise together, there is a sound like the unfurling of a silken banner. Flocks of wild geese pass over, and their strange cry falls from the sky. The peewits wheel and call continually, and from amid the ripple of their wings their cry sounds lost and lovely as some Naiad's voice beneath running water.

~Mary Webb (1881-1927), from the Spring of Joy, 1917

When I read things like this I feel a bit lonesome for England. For all of the different birds that used to frequent my garden at different times of the year. When I first moved over there I got a job at a care home. There was a magpie that was a frequent visitor. I had never seen a magpie before.  Also the wagtail tits, those were a first for me to see. Tits are a bird that very much reminded me of the chickadees back home and there were more than a few varieties, my favourite being the wagtails, with their long tail feathers that wagged up and down when they walked. The European robin, the portrait of which is conveyed on many a Christmas card, small and cute, with the most beautiful song. A visitor to the garden all the year through, not just in the springtime.  A hedge full of sparrows that always greeted every morning with a cacophony of song.

I remember hearing my first cuckoo and wondering at how it sounded exactly like the cuckoo from the cuckoo clock back home as it echoed through the air, and then there was the thrush that sat on the chimney top of the cottage next door of an evening singing it's beautiful song into a sky darkening from purple to black.

I will never forget the noise of the starlings coming through. Sitting in the tall trees that bordered the manor grounds. Nor will I forget the afternoon I sat in the car at a local shopping center and watched them murmuring across the sky in an undulating dance that was entrancing and mesmerizing.

Birds. I have always loved them and the gifts they bring by just being present in our lives. I wish I had more to watch here, where I live now.

 

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Now is the time to bring out the blankets and throws. The temperatures are dropping and I find myself with the heat on almost full time now. All the fans have been put away except for the one in Eileen's room. She likes that one.

She has been experiencing the odd hot flash, which is to be expected. I have never had one, at least not that I can recall. Menopause was an easy transition for me.  I expect going into menopause all at once will bring a few different experiences to Eileen's table. If they are really difficult she can mention them to the specialist when she visits later this month and they may be able to give her some hormone therapy, although I do not recommend it as the side effects of those can also be quite hard to take.

I will miss her being here when she moves back to her apartment on Monday. She has been an easy companion to live with all these months, but we will have weekends and Wednesday night dinners and Christmas which she is thinking about now. I will have to make sure it is a good one.

 

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She is unable to go to her bible study this morning as we have no car. I did offer to pay for her to go in a cab but she was too nervous to go in a car with a stranger. Her worker will pick her up for her Friday visit here when the time comes for that.  And she will be okay going to her bible study next Friday. The pastor that normally picks her up is in Florida at the moment.

I was a bit surprised that people are still going to Florida from here. Most that I know of have changed their Winter destinations to other Southern points.

I have never been a snowbird, flying south for the winter. I have thought of it and dreamt of it, but finances have never allowed for me to do so.

 

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I see on Facebook and in some of the surrounding area that some have begun now to put up their Christmas Decorations. It gets earlier and earlier each year. I do confess we have started to watch the Christmas films (in order to get them all in) and I have bought my Christmas Cards. I do like the American idea of having Thanksgiving later in the year so that it helps to usher in the festive season. It just seems appropriate to use it as a spring-board for the holidays, to usher in the season of Christmas love with a day of Thanksgiving. 

Not so much a fan of Black Friday however. But that is just me.

 

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Cindy will be coming to pick me up later this morning, when she drops Bailey off next door. We will be going with Dad and Maryann to the mall. I do need to go to Walmart and pick up a few bits. That is the cheapest place to get things like cat food,  as well as toiletries. Admittedly we can't get much as dad's wheelchair takes up a good chunk of space in the boot of the car, but it is nice to get out and pick up a few things.

Other than that there is not an awful lot going on in life at the moment. Not that my life is dull, it is filled with more than enough to keep me going, just not things that are really interesting to other people I guess, or I think so at any rate.

And so, I will end this now  . . . 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Its not what you look at 
that matters,
its what you see.

~Henry David Thoreau

In The English Kitchen today, Crispy Garlic Parmesan Pasta Chips.  I had wanted to try something like this for a long time. Those crispy bits on the edges of any casserole are always my favourite bits and these are like having a plate full of your favourite bits. Crisp on the edges, and bit chewy and moreish in the middle. Fabulous dipped in marinara.

I do hope you have a beautiful Friday. Whatever you get up to, stay safe. I hope it brings you joy. Don't forget!

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Thursday thoughts . . .

 

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I woke up quite late this morning. I woke up quite a few times throughout the night for some reason. In any case, I ended up having a bit of a lay in this morning. Sometimes your body just needs a bit more of a kip.  I just really have a hard time dealing with the time change. I don't know why, but it is what it is.

Hopefully my sleep clock works itself out soon!

We had a quiet day yesterday, Eileen and myself. Eileen worked on her diamond art. She has a Christmas one she is working at the moment.

Its a fairly big one and I love the colours in it. She wants to have it finished for the Christmas craft sale she is going to be doing.  I was going to help her with this speech she has to write to give for some event towards the end of the month, but we didn't get around to it. Perhaps today.

I just puttered around the house, did laundry that sort of thing. So, overall, a pretty normal day when all was said and done.  We ended up enjoying Beans on Toast for our tea, which suited us both fine. We like Beans on Toast.

We have really been enjoying The Voice together. I am team Riley Green and she is team Kelly Clarkson. It is mind boggling just how many talented singers there are in the world in comparison to how many actually end up making a career of it. But it is fun to watch. A bit sad however when no chair turns, but . . . it is a competition I guess.

 

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We have set Monday as the day she is going back to her apartment. I will miss having her here of course, although we will still have Wednesday nights and the weekends. It has been a real blessing to have her here with me these past 9 or 10 months. Both for her and for myself. I am very grateful for the time we have been able to spend with each other, and am also grateful that I have been able to help and support her in the way that I've been able to do. Its just been a good thing to take out of what has been a somewhat scary and harrowing time.  That is the Grace of God, being able to pick the joys out of what happens in life.

In any case, a short post this morning I will be back tomorrow with a longer one.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Don't be afraid of the space

between your dreams and reality.

If you can dream it, you can

make it so.

~Belva Davis

In The English Kitchen today . . .  Lil's Beef Short Ribs.  An old recipe given me from a friend from many years ago. Tender, delicious and melt-in-the-mouth.

Have a lovely day everyone. Whatever you get up to I hope it brings you peace and joy. Don't forget! 

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Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

 

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I'm really late getting on here this morning. It was very close to 7 before I woke up. I have been waking up a lot later lately. Not sure if it is because of the time change or not. In any case, I must need the sleep or I wouldn't be sleeping. DUH That made sense eh?

Today is my wedding anniversary.  When Todd and I got married I picked November 11th as the day so he would never forget our anniversary. (Remembrance Day is usually celebrated on the Sunday before the 11th in the UK, unless the 11th happens to fall on a Sunday.)  I also wanted to make the 11th of November a happy memory instead of the one it had always been  . . .  that of a husband rolling home drunk and combative after having spent a day drinking with his buddies. I remember thinking that it would be nice to have it be a day that had nicer connotations attached to it. Well, now . . . .  it really is a day that I have difficulty with, having cemented that with my folly.

Oh well  . . . I couldn't have known.

 

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Its very quiet in here this morning. Eileen is still sleeping. She said last night that she was going to have a pajama day today. I've showered and dressed, fed the cats and am now sitting here with Frank Sinatra playing on the laptop accompanying me as I write. I've been listening to Frank a lot lately. I enjoy him along with Michael Bublé. I find their music to be quite calming and reflective. 

I can remember seeing old cartoons when I was a child where all of the stars of the 1940's would be characterized and "Frankie" being one of them. Of course as a child I had no idea of who he was.  

 

 

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 I put an end to that relationship that was developing with that guy on IG earlier this week. To be honest he was a bit of a nutter, but he did make me laugh and appealed a bit to that side of any woman who likes to feel that she is desirable by someone.  I decided to tell him about Todd in an attempt to explain to him why I was leery of developing a relationship with anyone online, and he didn't take it very well. I am not sure if he thought I was making it up or what, or if he thought it was impossible that I couldn't have known. To be honest I cannot blame him for thinking such a thing. I have family members who feel the same way. In any case, I decided that it wasn't worth the trouble and after he woke me up texting me 1:30 in the morning one night I decided to delete and block him. 

It has left me thinking however  . . .  I have, at the very least, 20 years of my life that I am always going to have difficulty explaining to people, and most people are not going to "get it" or be able to understand it. It's like a huge vacuum space that I have nothing to fill with. People who have known me for a very long time know that's not who I am, or at least they should do, but I can't expect others not to accept me at face value.  I don't think I am going to actively pursue being with anyone at all.  I will just have to let other things fill the space that my heart longs to have filled with someone who cares. It is what it is and there's nothing I can really do about it.

There is that guy here in town that I kind of fancy. We are friends on Facebook and were at school together,  but again  . . . I would probably have to have some sort of explanation for things and I am not going there again.

 

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"I carry both grace and grit. One teaches me when to bend;

the other reminds me not to break."

~L.T. Khoarai

The years have taught me that resilience isn't always found in pushing harder. Sometimes it's found in knowing when to soften, when to forgive, when to let go and when to stand firm. 

Life requires both. The grace to be gentle with ourselves and others. The grit to keep going when the road becomes difficult. Neither is weakness. Together they are strength.

Both are gifts. Both are necessary. Both live within each of us.  Grace and grit. A beautiful balance for the journey. 

 

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Because today is a holiday here in Nova Scotia, we decided to have our family dinner out yesterday. The restaurant that dad likes to go to was going to be closed today.  I also knew that Eileen would be disappointed if we missed it. She really looks forward to those meals out.  They had a Two for One dinner special on.  You could either get the Haddie Bits or Cheeseburgers. 

We all got Cheeseburgers. They came with Frings and were supposed to come with coleslaw as well, but it never appeared. We were surprised also that it was one order of Frings to be divided between two people. (Frings are onion rings and French fries, together.) It does make it a bit awkward.  I didn't want much of either one, but you got a small bread plate with a burger on it and a basket holding the Frings, that you would then have to divide between the two people. Not a problem for me and Eileen, but a bit of a problem for Dad and Cindy. 

Cindy handled it by putting her burger on her napkin and her share of the Frings on the plate. I never thought of doing that myself. I just put some of the Frings on my plate with the burger. I knew I wasn't going to want to eat many of them anyways.

In any case we muddled through it, but I don't think I would ever go for the Two Can Dine deal again.

It was very quiet in there last night though, which I didn't mind. Its usually quite noisy which makes it difficult to speak to one another.  Dad had a piece of cherry pie for dessert and Eileen had an ice cream sundae which she really enjoyed. I do so love to make her happy.

She will be back at her own place next Monday. I will miss her.

Well, I don't have a lot else to share this morning. Its a dull day out and quite cool. I don't expect we will be going anywhere. It's gone 9 a.m. and I do have to be getting on with other things, so . . . 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Nothing shows

a man's character more

than what he laughs at.

~Goethe

 

I made this delicious supper for Eileen and I on Monday. Pork Chops with Cranberry Sauce and Stuffing.  Not only was it quick and easy to make, but it was very delicious. I will make this again. I think you could also do it with chicken and it would be lovely.

I hope you have a great day.  Remembrance Day here. The day we remember those who gave up their lives in service to our great country.  Whatever you get up to today, don't forget!

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A Day Book . . .

 

FOR TODAY, November 10th, 2026

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

All the leaves are down. The arms of the trees across the way are outstretched to the heavens in praise, knowing that after a period of rest they will be able to don a new dress.  A new dress every spring. How nice is that?

I AM THINKING ...

How glad I am that Russell Brand was held accountable for his past actions. I think the sentence he got, 10 years and six months, for what he did was not near enough however. He will probably only serve half that time, and he will probably get special treatment in there because of who he is, but at least he will be in prison. Can a tiger really change its stripes? I dunno, but he has a spot of time to think about it. 

I AM ALSO THINKING ...

This can put things into perspective.  Also, just to let you all know, that guy I was talking to has been erased, blocked, gone. I'm really not that stupid, or Lonely.

 

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I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

The ability to look for and to find joy.

I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR ...

Gratitude. Its all this and more. I would rather live with a grateful heart than with anything else. 

IN THE KITCHEN ...

BBQ Beef Croissant Pie. Quick, easy and incredibly delicious.

ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

 

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This looks and sounds delicious.

THIS I BELIEVE ...

We may only be one, but we do have the power to change the world and to make a difference.

 

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SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

Keeping our local businesses in business.

 

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SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

Warm slippers  . . . these are cute.

I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ...

Moving on  . . . 

I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...

 

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Egg carton Christmas Bells  . . .

 

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Orange and clove pomanders  . . . 

 

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Paper Candles  . . . 

 

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Christmas vignettes  . . . 

 

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Candy cane candle holders  . . . 

SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

 

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Nuts  . . . 

SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

 

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Mail  . . . 

I AM READING ...

THE COMMONER, by John Burnham Swartz.  

I have always been fascinated by Oriental Culture, and this book is the story of how, the first commoner to marry into the Japanese imperial family was, at the age of 24, exposed to brutal public scrutiny and the unyielding rigors of royal life, robbing her of her identity and sending her into a crushing depression.

With a quiet layering of details, “The Commoner” follows Haruko Endo from her childhood through a heady courtship by the crown prince. When she marries him, Haruko begins a life of miserable isolation in which not even her children are truly her own. In the book’s final quarter Haruko sees her life reflected in the suffering of her daughter-in-law, Keiko (modeled on the real-life Crown Princess Masako), also a commoner who marries into the royal family.

This is compelling reading and a book I have read several times and am reading and enjoying it again for about the third time. I just love it. 

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

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Sheep . . . 

 

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Pretty doors  . . . 

 

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Wood cupboards  . . . 

 

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Warm sweaters  . . . 

 

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Fairy lights  . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...

And so true  . . . 

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

Where The Mask Ends  . . .  Netflix.

A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*The will of God will not take us

where the Grace of God will not sustain us.

~Billy Graham 

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

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⋯ ◯ ⋯ Take time to enjoy the small *´¯`.¸¸.☆

  ⋰ ⋮ ⋱ blessings in life.*´¯`.¸¸.☆ 

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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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And I do too!