tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17629766396741588132024-03-13T11:40:20.806-05:00Nonnie's Random ThoughtsNonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.comBlogger868125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-5596755417789459472023-10-30T09:47:00.001-05:002023-10-30T09:47:27.743-05:00Always playing the catch-up game!<p>After going several months without posting, I’m feeling the need to keep a record of some of life’s happenings this past year. So many changes in life, seeing the grandkids growing up. They’re not little anymore and I don’t get to be with them as much now that I’ve moved out of state and they are getting older. Three of them can actually drive now. One will soon be going to college. <b><i>Life changes.</i></b></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxIiCK1sQyusKptlLB4fEWNJc1ydta6YOKz_Lr-2yV6GqgqhaF0__eUoZXgmzzFfb3rv221xfWKEzC2oyp9f13PQLv6vB6reG5QRMPFwpHnhqqVqF5VtkGvWTWFcLL8woyT_OyXp9CPVhxqaKPw-eOWRZhz8OmcXMjhnLyDBveNUfHdGtANLTa2PN/s1799/IMG_4089.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1010" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxIiCK1sQyusKptlLB4fEWNJc1ydta6YOKz_Lr-2yV6GqgqhaF0__eUoZXgmzzFfb3rv221xfWKEzC2oyp9f13PQLv6vB6reG5QRMPFwpHnhqqVqF5VtkGvWTWFcLL8woyT_OyXp9CPVhxqaKPw-eOWRZhz8OmcXMjhnLyDBveNUfHdGtANLTa2PN/w225-h400/IMG_4089.jpeg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><p>We had fun in January of this year with Billy and Crystal‘s kiddos. Now Billy is stationed on the other side of the ocean, while Crystal and the children wait for his deployment to be over.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs66HeDwFu2HIRrzRGPtd2bbha5u7VfssM965ZYTtxZ7IPC_evFf0T-b_HeCqeAgqXHjIHIod5jDHVftF_OEIaQlJ7CA7VUVaU0vlJrQtYI8MdDgtSc08-QCKr1Pk9xcql1wzh_9Fdbxcq7E8lnr8jexNoDlMV4MHP1VbxcWbus09AmEAB0zmzVxi5/s1799/IMG_4090.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1010" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs66HeDwFu2HIRrzRGPtd2bbha5u7VfssM965ZYTtxZ7IPC_evFf0T-b_HeCqeAgqXHjIHIod5jDHVftF_OEIaQlJ7CA7VUVaU0vlJrQtYI8MdDgtSc08-QCKr1Pk9xcql1wzh_9Fdbxcq7E8lnr8jexNoDlMV4MHP1VbxcWbus09AmEAB0zmzVxi5/w225-h400/IMG_4090.jpeg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Upper left is Brady at 17, upper right Noah at 15, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in the center is Kate at 15, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brady and Noah sports photos and then </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jack at 12 years old climbing at the Garden of the gods in Colorado.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7L8tK6oXywth0OvYJuzbypuIbko_tqWrQ70DYfELbGXqctinqmjlXBrML0T60kKDN2I8XP7ygA-ywDbLAhPIKvvzltEUCXI8vhutM8efEG6uBM0cAzsELwzKJNz0eHYolU7-Mm7mre_9PwvfdrBsBqfg34fK5LDotPOItnxMnZbfYeucDUbLg3sDi/s1799/IMG_4091.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1010" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7L8tK6oXywth0OvYJuzbypuIbko_tqWrQ70DYfELbGXqctinqmjlXBrML0T60kKDN2I8XP7ygA-ywDbLAhPIKvvzltEUCXI8vhutM8efEG6uBM0cAzsELwzKJNz0eHYolU7-Mm7mre_9PwvfdrBsBqfg34fK5LDotPOItnxMnZbfYeucDUbLg3sDi/w225-h400/IMG_4091.jpeg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Upper left is my friend, Jeannie and me at the botanical gardens in Tulsa, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">upper right, is our group that put together a luncheon for senior adults. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the center is our ukulele group, which continues to be so much fun and rewarding.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bottom left me with friends at a baseball game, and to the bottom, right, a few of my fellow workers with the Women’s Association for the Tulsa boys home at the Run for the Roses event. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcgg3rlRITYAHIXgdDgL7qTOaNH_qxID-tSSEr6sT3w-7uPxO39KAeI_pdjpEPK1NUxaWUD86IyZl1oL2Zcr3_PHpcwaxbPZrylvdcn7xQCowKIwIsdaRYFPOOf3yzBB_8NZWWqq9jrjjksHyfMrwAzaV_jC2bnE714Ly3QNa9_F7ecwWSh2RUAMc/s1799/IMG_4092.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1010" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcgg3rlRITYAHIXgdDgL7qTOaNH_qxID-tSSEr6sT3w-7uPxO39KAeI_pdjpEPK1NUxaWUD86IyZl1oL2Zcr3_PHpcwaxbPZrylvdcn7xQCowKIwIsdaRYFPOOf3yzBB_8NZWWqq9jrjjksHyfMrwAzaV_jC2bnE714Ly3QNa9_F7ecwWSh2RUAMc/w225-h400/IMG_4092.jpeg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Upper left trying on a fascinator hat, along with a spring hat center left. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">bottom left: My beautiful friend Jeannie wearing her gorgeous hat! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Upper right: modeling at the fashion show fundraiser for the boys’ home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the center right are the officers for the women’s association, and the bottom right is my friend, MaryAnne and me at the Run for the Roses fundraising event in May.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnRNdhPoAhGJGVCgLT1ecC8U-hc_gumnJ_ekHucfHwV8FybGivsRoEZMnWnRHlHAGvoyxf3eWbi9oTWmNx-D_PmI63pkv8gOpX0MipiAHxPTuYmm6M9fSpHxwoqfnuBcIBZ-hQm-c60cklKswAMms8oxD2uZkvY4yAM1E1eDIAltw33Ntz_K9_azY/s1799/IMG_4093.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1010" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZnRNdhPoAhGJGVCgLT1ecC8U-hc_gumnJ_ekHucfHwV8FybGivsRoEZMnWnRHlHAGvoyxf3eWbi9oTWmNx-D_PmI63pkv8gOpX0MipiAHxPTuYmm6M9fSpHxwoqfnuBcIBZ-hQm-c60cklKswAMms8oxD2uZkvY4yAM1E1eDIAltw33Ntz_K9_azY/w225-h400/IMG_4093.jpeg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Upper left is Brady wearing his new glasses, upper right my sister and I went to visit our aunt Nancy in Arkansas. Center photo is a few of us in the church kitchen at church putting treats together for children during vacation Bible school, bottom left Kate and Jack celebrating the end of school, bottom right I went to Dallas with my friend, Jeannie, and met up with old friends, Nancy and Sherri, whom I had not seen since I left Dallas three years ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7M0vn8jQU-9RB_WoREbZ5mQ32P5nuk_IdRli6hCf649IUXbbh463VDArSAOt8aPEAlBpA6vczbMykpt49sBpgdL_fKYVYpbDQZbHSH7guHwQtn6s0sJ15ZCeIgRLrfG24RJFJaMO4BQKcQl6vxPqurdBZ6DSP8LUGGHzXOuCuda_qIyUxKlbhhIM/s1799/IMG_4094.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7M0vn8jQU-9RB_WoREbZ5mQ32P5nuk_IdRli6hCf649IUXbbh463VDArSAOt8aPEAlBpA6vczbMykpt49sBpgdL_fKYVYpbDQZbHSH7guHwQtn6s0sJ15ZCeIgRLrfG24RJFJaMO4BQKcQl6vxPqurdBZ6DSP8LUGGHzXOuCuda_qIyUxKlbhhIM/w320-h400/IMG_4094.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kate turns 15! I cannot believe my sweet little Kate is such a gorgeous young lady. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Well, I always knew she would be a beauty!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqE798Q14mQsMsZHFdvU82zWBVh_GebTf6FaH5IsXcZBFhWBvnT-A6fH3iaO5mu3KaFN3cUWhVAu-2TncNGjWDtPp2o1R2BeGoj-83b-OVAvWqkAsyrf-tA74JGZg0JIhE3CsYwfpZnYHqZAsU4TOwxWBwvjz4u71HJkFxeJfDLQ7a6yn0a1oalP9x/s1799/IMG_4095.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqE798Q14mQsMsZHFdvU82zWBVh_GebTf6FaH5IsXcZBFhWBvnT-A6fH3iaO5mu3KaFN3cUWhVAu-2TncNGjWDtPp2o1R2BeGoj-83b-OVAvWqkAsyrf-tA74JGZg0JIhE3CsYwfpZnYHqZAsU4TOwxWBwvjz4u71HJkFxeJfDLQ7a6yn0a1oalP9x/w320-h400/IMG_4095.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clockwise, with neighbors, Jeannie and Cheryl, a group of ladies from my Sunday school class at the Daughters of the King event, me having just rolled a bunco at the bunco fundraising event for the boys home, MaryAnne and I at the Daughters of the King event, and my sister and I met up with a childhood friend, whom we hadn’t seen for many, many years. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEior3pihiaqnYUyukZRUdsbHsDZDpG1J88wLS9JmnpnQMRQEuoqSvYerEgFHD_u0AthB3stP37G775tVGwQ_-RVic9tZBp315H26NyCq7EE83YIpVGDcehAqKkRJ-g0kZty76y7sf1VJwO0qAjA8_QZ4hK5m1QK2GGTDBA2wuX96ePmGKoD_RrYJMH5/s1799/IMG_4096.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEior3pihiaqnYUyukZRUdsbHsDZDpG1J88wLS9JmnpnQMRQEuoqSvYerEgFHD_u0AthB3stP37G775tVGwQ_-RVic9tZBp315H26NyCq7EE83YIpVGDcehAqKkRJ-g0kZty76y7sf1VJwO0qAjA8_QZ4hK5m1QK2GGTDBA2wuX96ePmGKoD_RrYJMH5/w320-h400/IMG_4096.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Clockwise Jeannie, Cheryl and I getting ready to go out for dinner, me at a luncheon for senior adults at church, me with friend Shannon at a luncheon for high school classmates, and Jeannie and me at an awards dinner for her.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TIejMdWKyV3RNPDWiydbezTl5BHvecTT7kpivdEICnc0ImRbSft6j1Kvd9HpoN__-FsP8m6RYQb3B73UbBGpijB2TWpEurYiPDqyqP1clvV1bHQgdEGvXtHtv1DgJwg2CMxQshYOktmwJ1S56lLWpHQCvjrI9kBfs0lJ6Gax82Ny9P8iACSQOHOp/s1799/IMG_4099.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TIejMdWKyV3RNPDWiydbezTl5BHvecTT7kpivdEICnc0ImRbSft6j1Kvd9HpoN__-FsP8m6RYQb3B73UbBGpijB2TWpEurYiPDqyqP1clvV1bHQgdEGvXtHtv1DgJwg2CMxQshYOktmwJ1S56lLWpHQCvjrI9kBfs0lJ6Gax82Ny9P8iACSQOHOp/w320-h400/IMG_4099.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Enjoying fall colors and a trip to Branson to see the sight and sound production of Esther, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my crazy fun, senior adult pastor and me at Cracker Barrel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This has been a wonderful year of enjoying friends and different events.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It’s not all fun and games! I am a group leader again in Bible Study Fellowship, and enjoying so much the study of the gospel of John this year with a wonderful group of ladies. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I’m still doing Awanas with the first grade girls </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and serving on the board for the Women’s Association for the Tulsa Boys’ Home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And now:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN25Jx3TYWGUBkamgFF6Kk4xM2J0A1_0isGZQK9-5CHU6GMJPbc0ZdFnSmQ4FZpdPMY1rNriK0U7kWXOcYF-zdEJ7IlocmqH7v75ZXOCaq5AIFL5NNslHAWcERY0Gu0ZyxxK80q1Acyjkv8tc4apYcVCNs980BJ0MDtN3ywhvWe6D0j6kwNvCAkZDl/s1799/IMG_4097.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1439" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN25Jx3TYWGUBkamgFF6Kk4xM2J0A1_0isGZQK9-5CHU6GMJPbc0ZdFnSmQ4FZpdPMY1rNriK0U7kWXOcYF-zdEJ7IlocmqH7v75ZXOCaq5AIFL5NNslHAWcERY0Gu0ZyxxK80q1Acyjkv8tc4apYcVCNs980BJ0MDtN3ywhvWe6D0j6kwNvCAkZDl/w320-h400/IMG_4097.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">❤️ </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><i>Life changes!</i></b> When I prayed about my singleness since the loss of my dear heart Jay four years ago, my thinking was, I will not search out for anyone. Should the Lord’s will be that I meet someone, God will bring him to me. Unbeknownst to me, this gentleman was praying the same thing. He also said <b>never</b> would he choose anyone from our church. Well, lucky me, he had a change of heart and told me he has had his eye on me for the last year, but was shy about asking me to meet him for dinner or lunch. Both of us were interested in just having a companion\friend. This relationship has gone beyond that. I am thankful that God has put such a friend and companion in my life. I am so happy and looking forward to what lies in store! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-26833624322122391282023-01-20T10:56:00.002-06:002023-01-20T10:56:17.939-06:00It’s Me! Back Again! (Continued)<p>New post with more pictures from June through December. I think I had forgotten how wonderful blogging is for keeping up with the happenings in your life. I’m getting a new perspective on all the blessings I have enjoyed.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1MolRwc77zJmvhBuAXr69Klcn6egFORnLatnPXHo3GVXfsEeDyLdv0KZPBBMMGxLY-iKE7ekZyKvm2icIrE2M-q8zRRpKlnZw_RvH86p59VPyOgCcvN-DGxPuybErd8z-iB6kKVvoxZFigb5foFRo3_TLQEgbH3YZxuRClSP1UXz4DH-X113bQ/s4032/97DEDF94-E00F-46EE-9FEC-25ECF9AC3220.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1MolRwc77zJmvhBuAXr69Klcn6egFORnLatnPXHo3GVXfsEeDyLdv0KZPBBMMGxLY-iKE7ekZyKvm2icIrE2M-q8zRRpKlnZw_RvH86p59VPyOgCcvN-DGxPuybErd8z-iB6kKVvoxZFigb5foFRo3_TLQEgbH3YZxuRClSP1UXz4DH-X113bQ/s320/97DEDF94-E00F-46EE-9FEC-25ECF9AC3220.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Women’s Association officers for the Tulsa Boys’ Home</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Susan and I being silly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The theme was running the race.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG0vNtGSgEkdmTWHqWrnIgZAjcrAPecdG9FEMgU5CDSiE5yaXSVSK-6KWFM38lqAsP9QzBz1G47FMjI2z7pLL1rOyhnZQnk-K3UTTFXoAfm2Uoe93w70jSibvS5ahucfCLV9yyWBzfdcyYLchIsYV3KozUQBe4-IwHve9bTjYw3BCjJztWOyTiJw/s4032/10E57250-A47E-4E15-A957-C75A75DFCB92.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG0vNtGSgEkdmTWHqWrnIgZAjcrAPecdG9FEMgU5CDSiE5yaXSVSK-6KWFM38lqAsP9QzBz1G47FMjI2z7pLL1rOyhnZQnk-K3UTTFXoAfm2Uoe93w70jSibvS5ahucfCLV9yyWBzfdcyYLchIsYV3KozUQBe4-IwHve9bTjYw3BCjJztWOyTiJw/s320/10E57250-A47E-4E15-A957-C75A75DFCB92.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trunk or treat with Goldilocks. My costume was a chef, which didn’t really go with our theme. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kind of a last minute thing.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCKNESysPE2ePgtmnB2QMFHOw-2o-DMSrMHb4_x3GnEtgSB5r0wOmTm_iA-6-yzjND8INK6wBQVYi9wRJJeXM1M7IemJimL6T_VdWW36a06Xv3VKhCPaRNZ-1m6dj2-dpWZt5fho7Om1IIStAvNq-oktbY9qqsOVumRVd2MbU4VGHSpZjyhNLcQ/s3680/A06C74D8-92E1-4327-8DF4-92BCD0E8F1B9.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2244" data-original-width="3680" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCKNESysPE2ePgtmnB2QMFHOw-2o-DMSrMHb4_x3GnEtgSB5r0wOmTm_iA-6-yzjND8INK6wBQVYi9wRJJeXM1M7IemJimL6T_VdWW36a06Xv3VKhCPaRNZ-1m6dj2-dpWZt5fho7Om1IIStAvNq-oktbY9qqsOVumRVd2MbU4VGHSpZjyhNLcQ/s320/A06C74D8-92E1-4327-8DF4-92BCD0E8F1B9.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet with a couple of friends from high school for our 55th reunion</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6KOuO5tWVqZmdIMjD-Vj6TTWbl9nlZx_tqKbr72f_AlZSfEXTDXPRDTKFucVWqr4xQUFcV3q2GwnoKmkNQSmz1PuNx8_kwAZT7VmaG8g6PqVSX6gtyufPslR4_ZlW1orGV_btn0jy5dyP4ZQeDzP095jYOmmUmJ5EK5QDCR2S7SzzwucSSr8fg/s2096/A69C1CBD-9671-4765-9682-820D71A52BE1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2096" data-original-width="1914" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt6KOuO5tWVqZmdIMjD-Vj6TTWbl9nlZx_tqKbr72f_AlZSfEXTDXPRDTKFucVWqr4xQUFcV3q2GwnoKmkNQSmz1PuNx8_kwAZT7VmaG8g6PqVSX6gtyufPslR4_ZlW1orGV_btn0jy5dyP4ZQeDzP095jYOmmUmJ5EK5QDCR2S7SzzwucSSr8fg/s320/A69C1CBD-9671-4765-9682-820D71A52BE1.jpeg" width="292" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My niece, Robyn, and her husband.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wishing them all the very best!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrlD6nQge9Xts8wjykxOj7lcbYxg_yC5fRy1wbEug8lxnfMZORAJMe4NpPdUdUkybYY4V8PLXkvCSUkUYOj6w-Mcngjx5Daf1vk9v6iog6dSc6A0TI8I5OVxRlTpGRcmFiLD9Z-M4nFSgWc8JaP92OOc1QmtKAgNmL55slUJj4B-dhgnOVjwE2g/s3017/4B20354A-20F1-4F7A-8C7F-1B722EB1F48D.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3017" data-original-width="2918" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrlD6nQge9Xts8wjykxOj7lcbYxg_yC5fRy1wbEug8lxnfMZORAJMe4NpPdUdUkybYY4V8PLXkvCSUkUYOj6w-Mcngjx5Daf1vk9v6iog6dSc6A0TI8I5OVxRlTpGRcmFiLD9Z-M4nFSgWc8JaP92OOc1QmtKAgNmL55slUJj4B-dhgnOVjwE2g/s320/4B20354A-20F1-4F7A-8C7F-1B722EB1F48D.jpeg" width="309" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My sister and Don with their daughter and her new family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ594BfwBxNgoIvwUojPnpVVMFPD10dgMxPwmx2at7MRnjIIjn3jujO2-eSr5zlZCsBpa6tywZ5QSalwrFqfxDnRCM7QtGi56wG1PeasjBDMWKmKK2Xy0Ack9oWcPtbx5cpFVrEfAbxyolI0s1nD3FgM9MX4vF_PqmRj3vHM10eUipNKc4YOy9Gg/s3088/B3FCB906-5C8D-47EB-8ED5-F3E81CBA5D76.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2320" data-original-width="3088" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ594BfwBxNgoIvwUojPnpVVMFPD10dgMxPwmx2at7MRnjIIjn3jujO2-eSr5zlZCsBpa6tywZ5QSalwrFqfxDnRCM7QtGi56wG1PeasjBDMWKmKK2Xy0Ack9oWcPtbx5cpFVrEfAbxyolI0s1nD3FgM9MX4vF_PqmRj3vHM10eUipNKc4YOy9Gg/s320/B3FCB906-5C8D-47EB-8ED5-F3E81CBA5D76.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">With my new friend and neighbor, Jeannie.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4Qqv8K5AE1826fHbsP5kLVCvG3rwGP07eQtQZ2tQjUQ2ko96hX6WqJVAv7SbXD5c-xE_egZTlUcZ20ArNHRurfd8x66kLUd2D6HOu-tf-DzcP8cEci0DXZl8XbysYEf7NtfuFUkH63N-emTWH08ZHqwmiUKjNP7jDgv4JD-jtZ4lxlyMiaPDMg/s320/195CB19F-8E1F-424C-B7B0-50FB3EEC936E.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jeannie, Cheryl and I at Victory Church for their Christmas program.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyu1VJng6mrd6S25MNU_snd2ag869vWjqwhHDC5r-CZQ0cM32I7M3kWP04XWPCLlC4dHkSO5gL2-iBsjILpYWzlYavpHvkpLx0wL9pP8cSXOVNRBhLnh7TrnVY-j6rO8rjjfgyHm117ip57lPjE1etomCv12qPqUbzyxiV5j5ZbB5FQLr8GqFpQ/s4032/C0F76C4B-E3EB-4D71-9328-44C21A0D78C3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyu1VJng6mrd6S25MNU_snd2ag869vWjqwhHDC5r-CZQ0cM32I7M3kWP04XWPCLlC4dHkSO5gL2-iBsjILpYWzlYavpHvkpLx0wL9pP8cSXOVNRBhLnh7TrnVY-j6rO8rjjfgyHm117ip57lPjE1etomCv12qPqUbzyxiV5j5ZbB5FQLr8GqFpQ/w400-h300/C0F76C4B-E3EB-4D71-9328-44C21A0D78C3.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lunch with a few ladies from Sunday school at the Pink House in Claremore.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdjxbiceOcBp_GncnrweRFKlc0fnU98JJDtELW6pM3KCW85tbJvtcqLQimYnAHLFCOFhArL2sdt52Vi9wva4mECj58uQ5gkm5O5sirARmuIcfULPglCqW6z-1Nmf6hUcyFk8yI93lqPq0tMBv33Qzy1qaGt43ZjzQ7Cl1XFOldpuod_3fL-tUAA/s4032/9024404E-046D-46B6-9CF9-BC85382E5206.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvdjxbiceOcBp_GncnrweRFKlc0fnU98JJDtELW6pM3KCW85tbJvtcqLQimYnAHLFCOFhArL2sdt52Vi9wva4mECj58uQ5gkm5O5sirARmuIcfULPglCqW6z-1Nmf6hUcyFk8yI93lqPq0tMBv33Qzy1qaGt43ZjzQ7Cl1XFOldpuod_3fL-tUAA/w300-h400/9024404E-046D-46B6-9CF9-BC85382E5206.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lunch with Jeannie on Christmas Day.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv-l8I_J6Hcg6iXZkvav5aAG7-dfvd0wYfgxV_tSFfe3tNfLxoOCru8eCyzSdXPiBs8dA0HDUtjYCopSrFzYg-Rs6fMq8XjoqkasOyVJwsLWv-gE5O1HimU7HUmegLl99ZkfQsSqUNHW3hPsI2NUHH0wuIaGqfiaPnU4rIACgwqEgPuuVcNHrxg/s2383/285937ED-0758-4DC2-B112-1343FCF4ADA6.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1680" data-original-width="2383" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv-l8I_J6Hcg6iXZkvav5aAG7-dfvd0wYfgxV_tSFfe3tNfLxoOCru8eCyzSdXPiBs8dA0HDUtjYCopSrFzYg-Rs6fMq8XjoqkasOyVJwsLWv-gE5O1HimU7HUmegLl99ZkfQsSqUNHW3hPsI2NUHH0wuIaGqfiaPnU4rIACgwqEgPuuVcNHrxg/w400-h283/285937ED-0758-4DC2-B112-1343FCF4ADA6.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trip to Texas for Christmas and dinner at Babes Chicken House. </div><br /><p>These are just a few of my favorite things, and I am so looking forward to all that 2023 will bring.</p><p><br /></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-44747520228864737372023-01-20T10:55:00.001-06:002023-01-20T10:55:32.412-06:00It’s Me! Back Again!<p>Well, this is my first visit here in quite a long time. I just haven’t felt the need or inspiration, or whatever it takes to write about anything, but this morning as I let my dog outside it seems like this is what I need to do. So silly. Annie sits in front of me and gives one of her hard, longing stares letting me know it’s time for a walk. Well, when it’s 28° outside, I don’t feel like a walk. So I look at her and say, “if you think I’m going for a walk outside, you have another think coming.“ So then she runs to the back door to go out. Now, that is a silly thing to share, but it’s just one of those little things in life that’s funny. (To me, anyway.)</p><p>The pictures below are some of the things that I’ve enjoyed from, I think, early 2022 maybe. Suffice it to say that the last two years have been chock-full of things to do, discovering many friends, just enjoying life. But I’m finding I still need somebody to share those little details of life, every day things. I’m still looking for a close friend here. I left all my precious friends inTexas, and have made many new friends here, but I still need a really close friend to do things with, to share things with, maybe even to travel with.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflWr7XZobRCSKFe4feBzFEOSgZgA7I9QokLv89uzhq-HC-kPLEEgxF6ynahCOlZIALta-eOnAaV3as5ij75JTIi0xghK1KDt0ZtYXcFLUxjgSGW62Fmae8RqAp_fKDdA4h_sBuZQKE369P2NetXfKH1x6q5b2cm6R5-rfjMG2LHXmTL9ltas1LA/s1800/F8BA493A-42EF-4432-ACFF-97C3F0793F64.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjflWr7XZobRCSKFe4feBzFEOSgZgA7I9QokLv89uzhq-HC-kPLEEgxF6ynahCOlZIALta-eOnAaV3as5ij75JTIi0xghK1KDt0ZtYXcFLUxjgSGW62Fmae8RqAp_fKDdA4h_sBuZQKE369P2NetXfKH1x6q5b2cm6R5-rfjMG2LHXmTL9ltas1LA/s320/F8BA493A-42EF-4432-ACFF-97C3F0793F64.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The ukulele band that I’m privileged to be a part of. It’s going even stronger these days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It’s so much fun to visit the assisted living and nursing homes because the residents so enjoy the music and fun. We love them so much and look forward each time to singing for them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFDyeQxvY512V20VxavTbGc_4Vi71MnXFtEqBYVf33QIhRSbxAX3hdgPPSJH7KUnhJjQ254-cArvv4IHsyV21isgkT2b_RAVvmw0Ds2E5MkZA9kFr49qLmABw5Ar8iAlLy6eH__r9HtpyW6sGUEBE-3kUzxYSM1Oi2tCePYSBAh9SO0BPgltB0Q/s1800/E84A50B1-7D6F-431F-96A7-BBE1D589C59E.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFDyeQxvY512V20VxavTbGc_4Vi71MnXFtEqBYVf33QIhRSbxAX3hdgPPSJH7KUnhJjQ254-cArvv4IHsyV21isgkT2b_RAVvmw0Ds2E5MkZA9kFr49qLmABw5Ar8iAlLy6eH__r9HtpyW6sGUEBE-3kUzxYSM1Oi2tCePYSBAh9SO0BPgltB0Q/s320/E84A50B1-7D6F-431F-96A7-BBE1D589C59E.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love helping in the kitchen at our church for various events. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These ladies and sometimes gentlemen are so much fun in the kitchen. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Many hands make light work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-amRK6gRGEqA_PYpoVMUqoJMrcPXuqyYel9orMnl_I1_5xzrdC0I4ezp79OSZKInj32zRvUwJq73FbDH69uzY1AIGJgHHuYdPgo3y9UHGBH_3wNps1dnllJSY9t3Om4OFi0e4rlHKGjKmuPOdRq-aZxByTdHMAezc9WFGlAXJ2p_hxRahv8MWw/s960/C70471F5-5093-420E-B3CC-02B7B754695C.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="643" data-original-width="960" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-amRK6gRGEqA_PYpoVMUqoJMrcPXuqyYel9orMnl_I1_5xzrdC0I4ezp79OSZKInj32zRvUwJq73FbDH69uzY1AIGJgHHuYdPgo3y9UHGBH_3wNps1dnllJSY9t3Om4OFi0e4rlHKGjKmuPOdRq-aZxByTdHMAezc9WFGlAXJ2p_hxRahv8MWw/s320/C70471F5-5093-420E-B3CC-02B7B754695C.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I’m a member of the Women’s Association that supports the Tulsa boys home. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We have many fun events to raise funds to provide monetary support</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> and also many of the boys’ basic daily needs. This is at one of our fundraisers.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXk2TmoQh3hJEuKzfJMD8wpzkUCACFnIGQnzV8pE1qleXyvkZlA0ArUYhVRxwP6fZjw0jr7SPlzYYjJdaPY7b0G-brjLuBgpKCrqYnzwABbJ08po6OAZ0fyST8IG1aN6tQzjC3rC01E_hG9dCo-Fki34R713sARams9ftheI6GJZO6aQWcsS81zQ/s1800/CBA4EAF7-3607-40C0-88BF-B025F4942708.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXk2TmoQh3hJEuKzfJMD8wpzkUCACFnIGQnzV8pE1qleXyvkZlA0ArUYhVRxwP6fZjw0jr7SPlzYYjJdaPY7b0G-brjLuBgpKCrqYnzwABbJ08po6OAZ0fyST8IG1aN6tQzjC3rC01E_hG9dCo-Fki34R713sARams9ftheI6GJZO6aQWcsS81zQ/s320/CBA4EAF7-3607-40C0-88BF-B025F4942708.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These are from a visit from my nephew last summer.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwcz-QVbmTN94qYIfiFU-EaLOdM8RoegyhwYs1zmxeAh6ztuXvzPSG4y7bVKengCoZWk1E7LrOky569TKVrlb32vH4crGIfhbMMTdS4LDJGQGQUo2XSpnPTh10fn7FgidDOLcvXItnkpBncSnUK1FjGsCWGYjjcy1Wzjxcb5tv5P-EZjzovLdQA/s1800/C9ADF294-DDA2-4B70-903C-8F9C871A7E24.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwcz-QVbmTN94qYIfiFU-EaLOdM8RoegyhwYs1zmxeAh6ztuXvzPSG4y7bVKengCoZWk1E7LrOky569TKVrlb32vH4crGIfhbMMTdS4LDJGQGQUo2XSpnPTh10fn7FgidDOLcvXItnkpBncSnUK1FjGsCWGYjjcy1Wzjxcb5tv5P-EZjzovLdQA/s320/C9ADF294-DDA2-4B70-903C-8F9C871A7E24.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I belong to a card club, and the picture above, along with the article are about one of our members who passed early last year. She was truly in the forefront in her day with feminism, a woman of many talents combined with a gentle, beautiful personality. We still miss her.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElK7moL83bnt3d11utrWsD_3HL-t-GW-jIQ4gQ_A6thK1ES4tBiHAGT2W2I_eKA0sJwUX772f-tTfUMPmOHr9lV6kxw7urh35cmL-X0P-cHVUzObEOPVAKVp694hleTkH5vP7TLU0o0ugbTEDbFvwHNv1xxH1nvgp4df2Ea1_Fh5pL3jSNOxSlQ/s1800/AD7A46EA-3F59-4E38-877D-DF6841F443DE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElK7moL83bnt3d11utrWsD_3HL-t-GW-jIQ4gQ_A6thK1ES4tBiHAGT2W2I_eKA0sJwUX772f-tTfUMPmOHr9lV6kxw7urh35cmL-X0P-cHVUzObEOPVAKVp694hleTkH5vP7TLU0o0ugbTEDbFvwHNv1xxH1nvgp4df2Ea1_Fh5pL3jSNOxSlQ/s320/AD7A46EA-3F59-4E38-877D-DF6841F443DE.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our Sunday school class regularly meets together for lunches, get together’s, and other social meetings. We’ve made some dear friends in our Sunday school class.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTifTMhJJE7FkS1IXh6KMzdEHyKNVjKeGSzFa4Cez1CiM-vtDtW_K22LXL0L9XDORAwxUDo98AS8JrhX81P1PJz4TMTSzQR9Arkea3jqMvxtTPuOoYiAPVVLiNzMa7cUcrdz1wUaKcYZSrivk2w3F56yJBnPbuW4QUHuQwZEdtM39n8npMuZwjQ/s1800/4409042E-DCF0-43E9-A7CB-4FA9E5DFEECF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqTifTMhJJE7FkS1IXh6KMzdEHyKNVjKeGSzFa4Cez1CiM-vtDtW_K22LXL0L9XDORAwxUDo98AS8JrhX81P1PJz4TMTSzQR9Arkea3jqMvxtTPuOoYiAPVVLiNzMa7cUcrdz1wUaKcYZSrivk2w3F56yJBnPbuW4QUHuQwZEdtM39n8npMuZwjQ/s320/4409042E-DCF0-43E9-A7CB-4FA9E5DFEECF.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just good times!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBpVbAO_DEPB5wwuElyEKBE73P5Oky3lo5jKAmUuBec55XfTkqYRTrxh_QXHkG4T5XgQNzVKgU9nN9DrfqbfXzQUCD5J16fyv9bUqzjURiJ3mRWh9D-kKCq44mq9tkr4jH4KZ1uqFMCizyL63Z0fjmqFVY0-tWbAcbECU70vmp4cottGYo7DORA/s1800/63738E98-5C46-4D0F-8964-FD9F940E4CA9.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgBpVbAO_DEPB5wwuElyEKBE73P5Oky3lo5jKAmUuBec55XfTkqYRTrxh_QXHkG4T5XgQNzVKgU9nN9DrfqbfXzQUCD5J16fyv9bUqzjURiJ3mRWh9D-kKCq44mq9tkr4jH4KZ1uqFMCizyL63Z0fjmqFVY0-tWbAcbECU70vmp4cottGYo7DORA/s320/63738E98-5C46-4D0F-8964-FD9F940E4CA9.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3gv-ZcOeh7jK2iCiRncTang6SuyBdPq0vBIDqq_VGJ_ZTASpKxoWPTy2OtQCYRb6Zn6o3Wx0z8-M5OH0aBG0ojWCk8wAoShYGe4aDmrFS8jyiaADH2SmETrYqkelmofiwWrpBV7JqBckuCX_FR7wCg1Fp4Q1U0fYFIEoeBL0dQopYaaZbxa1wg/s1800/6E72C46F-1CE3-4085-A2D8-B89317D1E150.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3gv-ZcOeh7jK2iCiRncTang6SuyBdPq0vBIDqq_VGJ_ZTASpKxoWPTy2OtQCYRb6Zn6o3Wx0z8-M5OH0aBG0ojWCk8wAoShYGe4aDmrFS8jyiaADH2SmETrYqkelmofiwWrpBV7JqBckuCX_FR7wCg1Fp4Q1U0fYFIEoeBL0dQopYaaZbxa1wg/s320/6E72C46F-1CE3-4085-A2D8-B89317D1E150.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These pictures are from one of the fundraisers for the boys home. It is called Run for the Roses and is the biggest event for them for the year. There’s a huge gathering of about 800 people raising money centered around the Kentucky Derby. A contest for the best hats, watching the races, betting on horses, secret auction, and serving dinner, are among some of the fun things at this event.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWj2ntHllftJecdhf67tc0MBpp3QeoHr9F-fqsbvWU9X_8VMYGI0Hl8Cre3mpxDQZRrmbHsG__AiCvrjYDuFrXHMc26g3DOpd0XYa85ewC3ILs4oPYob4vqcnhsZ9xtsfkPD4j628EW45xMfuk1EU1sdY84-joI1jmOF9JwX1PrF_DYuCMUCoUtg/s1800/61FD7AC2-52F7-4997-BFB1-EEA49421533A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWj2ntHllftJecdhf67tc0MBpp3QeoHr9F-fqsbvWU9X_8VMYGI0Hl8Cre3mpxDQZRrmbHsG__AiCvrjYDuFrXHMc26g3DOpd0XYa85ewC3ILs4oPYob4vqcnhsZ9xtsfkPD4j628EW45xMfuk1EU1sdY84-joI1jmOF9JwX1PrF_DYuCMUCoUtg/s320/61FD7AC2-52F7-4997-BFB1-EEA49421533A.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Several trips to Texas and meeting up with old friends in the top photo, the middle one is lunch with a few ladies from church, and the bottom is a birthday celebration for one of the ladies in our card club.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn7fBGvFyxBA8o25obFp-57Yh3eySktjRQCz11mkUDo32Stqmfv87mokfiXJy-DOZdR-tHs8ocv0X9NMbPrytnPyv0XFrTiwFesJRUhzRruIjzCLfetzFlUtlee4RzlKEYOqR6GIHEDZPZZJAbstnM5fU7Z11CMfJgnqF1ajOc7yaWovIltB6LdA/s1800/61CA7646-C3C2-4EDD-B175-D9C56A5A9426.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn7fBGvFyxBA8o25obFp-57Yh3eySktjRQCz11mkUDo32Stqmfv87mokfiXJy-DOZdR-tHs8ocv0X9NMbPrytnPyv0XFrTiwFesJRUhzRruIjzCLfetzFlUtlee4RzlKEYOqR6GIHEDZPZZJAbstnM5fU7Z11CMfJgnqF1ajOc7yaWovIltB6LdA/s320/61CA7646-C3C2-4EDD-B175-D9C56A5A9426.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Special times with Grandkids!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfm7hl_Wj11Hi_Ms5PEBHR57BpZvXEU6uYq0tFgD-VmWPUsk5vQ8OsWz5XXXqt4tnnPB3c87kbDRy_iX1udlensw4KDBYWig-CVt1GER3FG-MwAro1v38ZyHULMu8SHZRL2VUnsBePRl99GnkbWyLpZ3SnXjONtKBSgSSekjz_7G_0AWf72K1zA/s1800/9C1FE56B-4F25-41CB-A23F-1909FE167A25.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfm7hl_Wj11Hi_Ms5PEBHR57BpZvXEU6uYq0tFgD-VmWPUsk5vQ8OsWz5XXXqt4tnnPB3c87kbDRy_iX1udlensw4KDBYWig-CVt1GER3FG-MwAro1v38ZyHULMu8SHZRL2VUnsBePRl99GnkbWyLpZ3SnXjONtKBSgSSekjz_7G_0AWf72K1zA/s320/9C1FE56B-4F25-41CB-A23F-1909FE167A25.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLqHTvz7qHtlDvNzhUwViPUiSD89q_Tj1st1DYXTx5iHxxvQY8KH-1LWspwO6VD43el-toaN-knzbf1Vx27XGVJPU67aUiB4qrUAJGWy6dy3iuH2bnLnk3vLJjGpWn9dc3VPhHIBtYYYMLeFp2ZQuXKiKHtvbnkV8dvSQvIt4O-dun5jwnJsLmg/s1800/3DF52B1B-BC45-4E7A-9C39-BA510374EF41.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLqHTvz7qHtlDvNzhUwViPUiSD89q_Tj1st1DYXTx5iHxxvQY8KH-1LWspwO6VD43el-toaN-knzbf1Vx27XGVJPU67aUiB4qrUAJGWy6dy3iuH2bnLnk3vLJjGpWn9dc3VPhHIBtYYYMLeFp2ZQuXKiKHtvbnkV8dvSQvIt4O-dun5jwnJsLmg/s320/3DF52B1B-BC45-4E7A-9C39-BA510374EF41.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I serve with Awanas at our church helping first graders Learn Bible verses each week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These kids are so precious.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdGOOPpKX7DT35zxP3z2z0AH8HffEZzJzbIVnVUY1wNQxlLycHcafBnKxhrI5RmvstPoGRl6DParHlRb51ruJuNxZaidPp6GdMSL4to0aJ3auOXeE4thive0wQHUcRdyNk30fekMZzskgmeJ7-Oqf_Sn0LkBZ_8zbSwR1Iwu5Tg7nbxvQTkZHaQ/s1800/5B2480E4-A53E-43F0-B385-34B95E223A2E.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdGOOPpKX7DT35zxP3z2z0AH8HffEZzJzbIVnVUY1wNQxlLycHcafBnKxhrI5RmvstPoGRl6DParHlRb51ruJuNxZaidPp6GdMSL4to0aJ3auOXeE4thive0wQHUcRdyNk30fekMZzskgmeJ7-Oqf_Sn0LkBZ_8zbSwR1Iwu5Tg7nbxvQTkZHaQ/s320/5B2480E4-A53E-43F0-B385-34B95E223A2E.jpeg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Playing pickle ball!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I know this is picture overload, but they really only covered through May of last year. Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-13951664516254796192021-11-27T10:18:00.005-06:002021-11-27T10:25:34.188-06:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Two’s company, three’s a crowd. That’s what they say anyway and I know what they’re referring to, but, “crowd” is usually what most people enjoy at Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings. Our crowd on this past Thursday was three. My brother Phil, his wife Susan, and me. Everyone else was scattered around with other relatives or separated by distance. And although they were missed, still it was OK.</div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We had a very nice dinner which I, for the most part, prepared and Susan added the vegetables and cleaned up the kitchen. They had just returned from Branson for a quick visit to celebrate Susan‘s birthday and a time of getaway for them before my brother has hip replacement surgery this week.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuP338ltdCG8IhIDwWIvlSlUkk7ELt2tah-Uuf2bWz4ajnQgHZF6Ho4FYpksA6BKaNxpR816chGcKGW84AbGmrob0-CGhEDlF0DOl65hxKyHq6XZudlRAlEZXN8Fs9XPtoLrY_WDo/s2048/IMG_5978.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuP338ltdCG8IhIDwWIvlSlUkk7ELt2tah-Uuf2bWz4ajnQgHZF6Ho4FYpksA6BKaNxpR816chGcKGW84AbGmrob0-CGhEDlF0DOl65hxKyHq6XZudlRAlEZXN8Fs9XPtoLrY_WDo/s320/IMG_5978.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While they were gone, I kept their dog, Howie. He was somewhat disoriented at first, but he came around and made himself quite comfortable here. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7q27OO9uY6qRX_AWmWomZL-D8haIOjK0F_X9loTSCwfljzMn_FKVUW8S9x077S_7oaCUhTVWQlb4QgTqZGZyu9tuOEmRo5L7KJ_CGfeavzFpbotrOuMEIy8MTOKfJffDhxKBQDuS/s320/IMG_6078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7q27OO9uY6qRX_AWmWomZL-D8haIOjK0F_X9loTSCwfljzMn_FKVUW8S9x077S_7oaCUhTVWQlb4QgTqZGZyu9tuOEmRo5L7KJ_CGfeavzFpbotrOuMEIy8MTOKfJffDhxKBQDuS/s0/IMG_6078.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I think Annie was also disoriented and wishing she were still the main dog here. (Kind of funny to see the luxurious bed Howie has compared to Annie's plain little bed. Hmmmm.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9sjbFn2FI5If6J7o5r1W-pU-gsOPxpm32tG3Tz8FVc6VDtUgpm9QWpoOvePy0q09h_mMPmt0X0SGDvqtGwrsd2Fv_gxe3MwI_8HM6cv05kG-iTb6cjnZAhEk-RvP66CVMoaPu6r_Y/s2048/IMG_0126.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1859" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9sjbFn2FI5If6J7o5r1W-pU-gsOPxpm32tG3Tz8FVc6VDtUgpm9QWpoOvePy0q09h_mMPmt0X0SGDvqtGwrsd2Fv_gxe3MwI_8HM6cv05kG-iTb6cjnZAhEk-RvP66CVMoaPu6r_Y/s320/IMG_0126.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Friday, I began to bring down from the attic my Christmas decorations. I discovered the lights weren't working on my larger tree, so I decided to get over to Hobby Lobby and get a new (and smaller) tree. What. Was. I. Thinking!??? Clearly, I was only thinking about the tree because I completely forgot it was "Black Friday." Ugh! Crazy traffic and the parking lots were full. Amazingly enough though, I selected my tree, got through the checkout line, and had my tree in the house within 30 minutes. That is the difference when you live in Tulsa as opposed to the Dallas metroplex. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0Wp1mRNJ7jnVBtsA3UMrN-E8C3MrH0RJa9vpau6xs_C2juHfU7LOFaIrdgtYcs67unAHfqbsJD8bbdSDxXWTpY-8vjCtLTyUmjIK9i8rLLv4KwFZivaa98GZ6vkz454GLa1ucotM/s2048/IMG_0149.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0Wp1mRNJ7jnVBtsA3UMrN-E8C3MrH0RJa9vpau6xs_C2juHfU7LOFaIrdgtYcs67unAHfqbsJD8bbdSDxXWTpY-8vjCtLTyUmjIK9i8rLLv4KwFZivaa98GZ6vkz454GLa1ucotM/s320/IMG_0149.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfunLtHY1KGLwjumXMH8WiQ5i_A2CkKve05DwLLlXblg4zAv1rWHaWG8OgnMt19jVED-Fu6qgTBSK-ADTFr2PshXlVsSjyFFu2hlQlvKK2MYKFP39Qy0kxUbEQihW4_cEs0XSTvpKv/s1334/IMG_0151.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1334" data-original-width="750" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfunLtHY1KGLwjumXMH8WiQ5i_A2CkKve05DwLLlXblg4zAv1rWHaWG8OgnMt19jVED-Fu6qgTBSK-ADTFr2PshXlVsSjyFFu2hlQlvKK2MYKFP39Qy0kxUbEQihW4_cEs0XSTvpKv/w225-h400/IMG_0151.PNG" width="225" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have another tree like this which is my Jessie Tree and I will put an ornament on it each day of Advent. I look forward to this as I read the Scripture for that day and look forward to Christmas.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcRt8BwCot2P2yLebL_rCBj-cPCMhxIMiuMJmU53fF4kUS_qEMcjrpy5AOWU4t0R2qnanT18zs5aijpuyV8NEumttDuKW2jw9iZOt8aWWJuUFiVttCrMpj-QKgu9NygTU_xv8662e/s1600/jesse+tree+ornaments.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="570" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFcRt8BwCot2P2yLebL_rCBj-cPCMhxIMiuMJmU53fF4kUS_qEMcjrpy5AOWU4t0R2qnanT18zs5aijpuyV8NEumttDuKW2jw9iZOt8aWWJuUFiVttCrMpj-QKgu9NygTU_xv8662e/w320-h320/jesse+tree+ornaments.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I’ve already listed in a previous blog most of the things I’m thankful for. The thankful list goes on and on and is never ending because we are so richly blessed. But now another Thanksgiving is in the books and we are moving into Christmas to see what that brings. Life is good, and as I reflect on this past year In a new season of life and a new location, I am amazed at all the wonderful people who have come into my life and how very much I have to be thankful for in this place. For all these things, I give thanks. So hard to believe next week it will be two years since Jay passed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This time two years ago, we had just returned from Branson and were celebrating Thanksgiving with a bigger crowd. I’m so glad we had those times together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FdVFyjkapX5eto97xhL7cgCr0HL1Z3SdXWF8eGAFDdDOx5ovfq2ERcCPxBxoWuVXwMcMl56mfbQCqj1bF0KUexboL75_kGIi2BSviGQhttPDKOjSWqkLT7pFTbFMcC66HtrwAOai/s1600/0522E460-F3BA-4D34-A060-02DB46EC2E30.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="960" height="216" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FdVFyjkapX5eto97xhL7cgCr0HL1Z3SdXWF8eGAFDdDOx5ovfq2ERcCPxBxoWuVXwMcMl56mfbQCqj1bF0KUexboL75_kGIi2BSviGQhttPDKOjSWqkLT7pFTbFMcC66HtrwAOai/w400-h216/0522E460-F3BA-4D34-A060-02DB46EC2E30.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>“The faithful love of the LORD never ends! His mercies never cease. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I say to myself, 'The LORD is my inheritance; </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>therefore, I will hope in him!'" </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>(Lamentations 3:22-24 NLT)</i></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-49205683195156755872021-11-23T09:32:00.001-06:002021-11-23T09:32:16.657-06:00Garage Selling Weekend<p>I confuse myself sometimes. This claims to have been published in October, but I see it as a draft. I am publishing now to get it on the books.</p><p>After spending the last couple of weeks in preparation, this past Saturday turned out to be one of those absolutely perfect October days and perfect for a garage/yard sale! We pulled out most everything except glassware from the garage to set on table outside. The lady who was in charge of organization was truly one of the most organized and energetic women I have ever met!!! Several of the people who came to our sale commented on how organize everything was. We had a kitchen section, bath, crafts, linens, patio furniture, baskets, jewelry, clothes, art, glassware and so on!!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGZ_om-xPjZ292JBFhB1iTTIPsGJ65Vjjpc2rMhlql3wA7Ap2ziePtKKn2jXVjot691b3Jl1kGsUc_Z59vxTgBfF-0DBm7KezedB4IpF6YmiQF6dIyS0jqNOTD9G51X45W1D54qiE/s2048/IMG_4442.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1170" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGZ_om-xPjZ292JBFhB1iTTIPsGJ65Vjjpc2rMhlql3wA7Ap2ziePtKKn2jXVjot691b3Jl1kGsUc_Z59vxTgBfF-0DBm7KezedB4IpF6YmiQF6dIyS0jqNOTD9G51X45W1D54qiE/s320/IMG_4442.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Like the energizer bunny!!!</div><br /><p>Anyway, long story short, it was a tremendous success and the next door neighbor to the president of our women's association said he would match whatever we made. Wow! Did he know what he was getting in for? The profit far exceeded what any of us had hoped for and he not only matched it, but added another few thousand dollars on top of the match! (I am not sharing amounts since this is to benefit the boys' home.)</p><p>I arrived at 6 am on Saturday (on time dark o'clock) only to find busy bees already at work. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1Q-cNXk55f-_s3eW6B0GZCjAKv5i5Z0JdyBj0yKu6ovCfsewbJ-_MH4a4YB4WkWC-3YTdRZT15wO-0GCc8shXU8hH4hWKRudI9Zr-73MAFA-jQoV1Pp8Dg7VrGFax1DoOjhn8dIX/s2048/IMG_4427.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1Q-cNXk55f-_s3eW6B0GZCjAKv5i5Z0JdyBj0yKu6ovCfsewbJ-_MH4a4YB4WkWC-3YTdRZT15wO-0GCc8shXU8hH4hWKRudI9Zr-73MAFA-jQoV1Pp8Dg7VrGFax1DoOjhn8dIX/s320/IMG_4427.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8UJHjctDHLPNIw-XtBiaN45RSHr65rhJ7rxxLohyphenhyphenLXJ6MgdZgBZrdmzVyNSESThx2PSbmwI5S1GVUasRASghgmuHAUP49d08J4l4K426ekJdjsXAANphyphenhyphen5TJ6baiOY6bXuWxAN8S/s2048/IMG_4428.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr8UJHjctDHLPNIw-XtBiaN45RSHr65rhJ7rxxLohyphenhyphenLXJ6MgdZgBZrdmzVyNSESThx2PSbmwI5S1GVUasRASghgmuHAUP49d08J4l4K426ekJdjsXAANphyphenhyphen5TJ6baiOY6bXuWxAN8S/s320/IMG_4428.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1v2UXpT6V2mGbZuNCPPQ5BqWAeoFzaDnZKNs33DpehTXhgg0KHpksJDKhBC80trzwKYCRimZ8XFhJ_APczDu7Go7GRdQEJ2b98nkV12UJwglaJzPJjfuc22ch2gFTKutx1QwhR0D-/s2048/IMG_4432.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1v2UXpT6V2mGbZuNCPPQ5BqWAeoFzaDnZKNs33DpehTXhgg0KHpksJDKhBC80trzwKYCRimZ8XFhJ_APczDu7Go7GRdQEJ2b98nkV12UJwglaJzPJjfuc22ch2gFTKutx1QwhR0D-/s320/IMG_4432.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Nvt_rfUuV94rD381U8godRyuSuxwthz11xnH3ParuDIJ4LhP-OUUGeQSn6NH2dr1eBJUthdz5LdSlHVYgmsMoIGOUKK4Cg4NDp8TEUwdGtHCcQmvu5t_wXTuPWLDhHyJ1cMHAJRz/s2048/IMG_4433.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Nvt_rfUuV94rD381U8godRyuSuxwthz11xnH3ParuDIJ4LhP-OUUGeQSn6NH2dr1eBJUthdz5LdSlHVYgmsMoIGOUKK4Cg4NDp8TEUwdGtHCcQmvu5t_wXTuPWLDhHyJ1cMHAJRz/s320/IMG_4433.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Saturday night everybody was wiped out! What a day! So pleased to be a part of such a worthy cause. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhct3wmeSgE_f2wRYtpgvD2Khs7Sv9nvN-P4pXWfSiW5IolzstbtM4C_XSmOMZbda5-QzE39HhXfNNGx4_mNjhAcv-_UjfC7m2EgktBsa0peN7ZNi-BaXVHSms09ebuSoubJRNYQdsD/s2048/IMG_4435.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhct3wmeSgE_f2wRYtpgvD2Khs7Sv9nvN-P4pXWfSiW5IolzstbtM4C_XSmOMZbda5-QzE39HhXfNNGx4_mNjhAcv-_UjfC7m2EgktBsa0peN7ZNi-BaXVHSms09ebuSoubJRNYQdsD/s320/IMG_4435.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IwJOo1RaNZT-UNdv4D6PokxIDN_397XjHA92ECKase65luZDeXVaTd4jmmb8hemcM16GUQ22EUmBN1CSJkatPi61IrvW0Zts1WpTlfw2xgseAVQ593hBHxhAQpiz6iBMasN9RowN/s2048/IMG_4438.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4IwJOo1RaNZT-UNdv4D6PokxIDN_397XjHA92ECKase65luZDeXVaTd4jmmb8hemcM16GUQ22EUmBN1CSJkatPi61IrvW0Zts1WpTlfw2xgseAVQ593hBHxhAQpiz6iBMasN9RowN/s320/IMG_4438.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncQNAJ4g0T0rEWKv5_8BYEa5pnBbejXij5qwujmSLuLdQFeBvSFe3qEE_EgtxQEqtQRVjeEQuiTzmr_c9QA13xBsx3CiHk9e8FAEt2EcUHtxnmL3-FQRZrOnfO86ioBQ6v5khKGJR/s2048/IMG_4439.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncQNAJ4g0T0rEWKv5_8BYEa5pnBbejXij5qwujmSLuLdQFeBvSFe3qEE_EgtxQEqtQRVjeEQuiTzmr_c9QA13xBsx3CiHk9e8FAEt2EcUHtxnmL3-FQRZrOnfO86ioBQ6v5khKGJR/s320/IMG_4439.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Loading up leftovers for Salvation Army. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lots of good stuff left over.</div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-16745377056185637612021-11-23T09:30:00.001-06:002021-11-23T15:16:46.338-06:00Thanksgiving week and my list<p><span style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">This is my list. This list is not indicative of the order of thankfulness and it is definitely not a complete list!</span></p><div style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"><br /><div>“<i><b>O Lord my God, you have performed many wonders for me. Your plans for me are too numerous to list. You have no equal. If I tried to recite all your wonderful deeds, I would never come to the end of them."</b></i> Psalm 40:5 <div><br /></div><div>God chose to give me life; my dear husband, my parents, my siblings and their families, my grandparents, my family and extended family‘s health. </div><div>I have the blessings of Jay’s children, their spouses and the grandkids, </div><div>I have been physically able to run and play all my life (maybe a little slower now, but still …); </div><div>Thankful for my education, being able to read and learn; </div><div>I enjoyed a great childhood; good teachers; parents who cared about every aspect of my life; parents have helped me with homework. </div><div>Thankful for every Sunday school teacher, every pastor, every person who ever prayed for me. </div><div>My childhood friends, the knowledge of God, and need for him and his forgiveness. </div><div>The Bible, being born again at age 8 into God’s kingdom, God’s patience with me, joy of singing, my health. </div><div>God‘s mercy to me and surviving breast cancer and other health issues, the opportunity to be the bone marrow donor for my brother in his cancer. </div><div>Direction from my dad about working and the work ethic inherited from parents. </div><div>My jobs, my marriage, the churches I have attended. </div><div>Food: I have never gone hungry and always had clean water to drink, </div><div>Shelter, I have always had a place to live, warm and safe. </div><div>I have always had clothes to wear.</div><div>I’ve enjoyed my pets, books to read, bookmobiles and libraries, transportation.</div><div>Thankful for medical insurance, life insurance.</div><div>I’ve had God‘s provision in every situation and I have been blessed to be able to give to others. </div><div>Thankful for the rescue by God from messes I got myself into … and things He rescued me from that I wasn’t even aware of. </div><div>Windows, sunshine, cool water, lakes, His creation — nature, the beauty of it all, grass, trees, different seasons to enjoy,</div><div>Vacations and holidays. Sick days, candles, fire, washers and dryers, vacuum cleaners, refrigerators, hot and cold clean running water, carpet, showers, AC in the summer, heat in the winter.</div><div>freeways, chocolate, freedom, the strength I have in my mental capacities. </div><div>My memory, being able to simply enjoy life, prayer, my friends now and through the years. Travels I have gotten to do in places I’ve seen, my computer, the exhilaration of snow and water skiing.</div></div></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"><br /></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Going through this very long list of all these things I am thankful for. What a long list and it doesn’t even include everything I’m thankful for. But You, Lord, You are the giver, the One I’m thankful for. You gave me life. That song — it’s Your breath in my lungs, so I pour out my praise! How great You are! I am forever grateful. 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zZLmgB20PtQFrJ8eD3KZ2rOurfy9ojUIZVxSPP28ulsFnkgcFF9FIYtke9uCxoFd-hYYQT6H6sQEPe_UBAMHAJTscErdz7SFXFoa35S_DEDT-FK6TIuw-V7x0vj07pioJT_VS948/s320/IMG_5927.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not that good at selfies!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVMVMhc3OzlHJ2RN2U-rCNOJN1uJEPnwBoeVl3VTzpGhxNXQdrMIGBLsoLSJoKm4eWegIh1oMw0Lln7EQGkJ_XroVZyEOMCBCLrl0hQPPKWx0AyxJt1CtPlB8Jr8mj7aLDVtUSSDp/s2048/IMG_4401.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="2048" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVMVMhc3OzlHJ2RN2U-rCNOJN1uJEPnwBoeVl3VTzpGhxNXQdrMIGBLsoLSJoKm4eWegIh1oMw0Lln7EQGkJ_XroVZyEOMCBCLrl0hQPPKWx0AyxJt1CtPlB8Jr8mj7aLDVtUSSDp/s320/IMG_4401.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ukelele group</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecyTCYsQNlWs5EngbYRToI2u2WZSxHd0wXqO9GsSvN_ux0GN6SVNIvDGVbv9-stgXPDejL5VtZKtYlRjjP1Y6-I8iq_HjjO66B-lrfh0o2lHvvXCwAy_4zEMXuo-AEZPbEp-HxAcA/s1733/tbh+3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1171" data-original-width="1733" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiecyTCYsQNlWs5EngbYRToI2u2WZSxHd0wXqO9GsSvN_ux0GN6SVNIvDGVbv9-stgXPDejL5VtZKtYlRjjP1Y6-I8iq_HjjO66B-lrfh0o2lHvvXCwAy_4zEMXuo-AEZPbEp-HxAcA/w400-h270/tbh+3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdxxjhHEl9Cpz8YxhHOghjAPLcw91JmUervWbomJHv_imU2feqdkZ2AG8tZ-HZhttF9AZkLx6Bq5RMDBkKMrVaxorf3keXq4vdSTduvxS4uOyDaURCkWA6O3hQNEG9CNec3k7PTh3D/s1720/tbh+garage+sale+3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;">Garage sale fun for Tulsa Boys Home</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhtd7cR4wA-_T7URFxkKr7Oo_hahlZvupJ4r7pi37plOwsml3TFizn1GeW5RLtg2Sr96_zdeydJV20OGEGQVyCbPGQCvMmbeR3xmbI17Ma6jgSDW1Q2eozGp4Tx41sVyOO17b7DcV/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="864" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhtd7cR4wA-_T7URFxkKr7Oo_hahlZvupJ4r7pi37plOwsml3TFizn1GeW5RLtg2Sr96_zdeydJV20OGEGQVyCbPGQCvMmbeR3xmbI17Ma6jgSDW1Q2eozGp4Tx41sVyOO17b7DcV/" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maverick and Tenley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjGfO8QrpN_YPqelHClxDZd3BLsBhS26p6KbHZpNmlzin7o8751MpfQ2zge1dOsSGeWzaNij-nZg3ZT7VxSz62vLvuTZc5ekCGBvqCYNCrZkIR4p1U8EmqnTVyOgo1WlqWMio5iKp/s1024/VPFN4335.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="682" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmjGfO8QrpN_YPqelHClxDZd3BLsBhS26p6KbHZpNmlzin7o8751MpfQ2zge1dOsSGeWzaNij-nZg3ZT7VxSz62vLvuTZc5ekCGBvqCYNCrZkIR4p1U8EmqnTVyOgo1WlqWMio5iKp/s320/VPFN4335.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another one on the way in December!</div><br /><div style="caret-color: rgb(69, 69, 69); color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"><br /></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-18170610362093650262021-10-20T08:26:00.005-05:002021-11-23T10:26:54.880-06:00Wednesday Hodgepodge and Living Strong<p> 1.<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Do you (or did you used
to) watch talk shows? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Seldom. When I was in high school, I thought it was fun
to stay up late and watch Johnny Carson. Talk shows are boring as most of the
time it’s a celebrity very focused on themselves.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Which are or were your
favorite? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I have enjoyed listening to
some talk shows such as James Dobson‘s focus on the family. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">2. Would you describe
yourself as resilient? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;">Yes, I believe I am very resilient. I have
experienced the loss of two husbands, breast cancer, going through bone marrow
transplant with my brother, </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">(me </span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;">the donor)</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">, the loss of both my parents at young ages, and
adjusting to being a stepmom. They were two of the best kids ever, but it still
was a big adjustment. If so what do you think makes you that way? </span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;">It is only by the
grace of God that I have had strength. I have none on my own.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> If you answered no explain why?</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">3. What parts of life have
surprised you the most? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">That I am still here? Having lost my parents at younger
ages, I guess it surprises me sometimes that I have made it to an older age. Explain.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">4. Why do you live where you
live? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;">After
50 years of living in one state, I move</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">d</span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;"> to another to be
near </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">my siblings</span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;">.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">5. A memory from this week
that made you smile? </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Most every day, the Facebook memories that pop up
make me smile because I have so many good memories. Any time I look at a
picture on the refrigerator of my Dear Heart, or the grandkids, it always
brings a smile.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p6IsNvGhX9ZXCysRIQ7OamxrLebznx9s5cVbgcAc6P98LgHrkbOsC6cqFJrCK2WqqIUiglsOsLyBANJfO_a7kc229t_BNFh7AL-Bf1HkS7j2OdGAmfDzFMq5upC_UP4jgiynWOUw/s960/Us+with+kids+on+stairs+2016.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p6IsNvGhX9ZXCysRIQ7OamxrLebznx9s5cVbgcAc6P98LgHrkbOsC6cqFJrCK2WqqIUiglsOsLyBANJfO_a7kc229t_BNFh7AL-Bf1HkS7j2OdGAmfDzFMq5upC_UP4jgiynWOUw/s320/Us+with+kids+on+stairs+2016.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">(Noah had been smiling until word came we would take a pic!! There's always one sad sack in the bunch! The pic below of my sister's party is evidence of that. I was the pouty one and she was crying! Makes me think of the song that came much later, <i>It's My Party and I'll Cry if I Want To</i>!)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UmiKZ5Cggrs7YTaFQ8_tRjjDn9_v9M727388niOucgRaPLk3Ww5YIHV2P_PzIkApLzkl8LrimfCNslFZDUwntdFVP5Myqrk_Str04aT2n-FNRN5s2S_7zAvDvqICM-Mzrr9LcdPC/s960/image1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2UmiKZ5Cggrs7YTaFQ8_tRjjDn9_v9M727388niOucgRaPLk3Ww5YIHV2P_PzIkApLzkl8LrimfCNslFZDUwntdFVP5Myqrk_Str04aT2n-FNRN5s2S_7zAvDvqICM-Mzrr9LcdPC/s320/image1.jpeg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Today’s memory on Facebook
was a throwback Thursday of my sister's birthday. Just this weekend, we also
gathered together to say happy birthday to her. She turned the big 70, but she didn't cry about it.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">6. Insert your own random
thought here.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">This has been a very busy
week. Over the weekend, some of us from our Sunday school class picked up
paintbrushes and rollers and painted curbs for emergency vehicles and delivery
vehicles, as well as a shuffleboard court for a local apartment complex. The
apartment building houses disabled persons over 62 years old. These pics don't show the extent of the amount of painting! Whole lotta curbs!!!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXJhpazy3jtbx8-xjTzDIfjq1VmnTE_PlJiz-TDi59-MuaTNSbUPOu9s1C16-rNy4B2yzwnmnthcvxngkyOSbaYK5Q6DEmGlgXhHR6aonQidnauwYVxDoEe6NwXI7vkJt56UqOpzB/s1800/IMG_4396.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXJhpazy3jtbx8-xjTzDIfjq1VmnTE_PlJiz-TDi59-MuaTNSbUPOu9s1C16-rNy4B2yzwnmnthcvxngkyOSbaYK5Q6DEmGlgXhHR6aonQidnauwYVxDoEe6NwXI7vkJt56UqOpzB/s320/IMG_4396.JPG" width="214" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: 14pt;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">This morning I’m
working on the garage sale for the boys home in </span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;">our area. The garage sale
will benefit the boys </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">home</span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 14pt;">. </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">And tonight is Awanas’ night, so it’s a full day all
day.</span></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Our ukelele group is singing again
today. We are singing on a regular basis at one of the assisted living homes
here and it is so much fun. Our practices each week are filled with singing and
lots of laughter. We have been invited to sing a few days before Christmas at a
residence for senior citizens in a Jewish assisted living. The dilemma there is
that we have been asked not to sing anything about Jesus so as not to offend
anyone. We don’t like that idea. Anyone have a thought or opinion they might
want to share about this? Please, be kind.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I've typed this all rather hurriedly, as I am getting ready to leave.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-86744233463615907962021-09-22T05:44:00.001-05:002021-11-23T07:43:56.303-06:00An Autumnal Hodgepodge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">It is hard to believe we are in the Fall season and quickly approaching October!! This is my favorite time of year and one that seems to fly by faster than any other season. I want to hold on to these last few months of the year as they hold so much promise of making memories and remembrances from years past.</span></div><p><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">1.
It's Fall y'all! Officially that is <i>and</i> in the northern
hemisphere only, so if you're visiting from down under happy spring! Does
it <i>feel</i> like fall where you live? </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Today the weather matches
the season. Cool, crisp and breezy. </span><span style="color: #666666;">Does it </span><i style="color: #666666;">look</i><span style="color: #666666;"> like fall
aka are the leaves beginning to change? </span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">So far I’ve only seen leaves falling, no color as yet</span><span style="color: #666666;">. What
is your favorite fall color? </span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">The </span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">orange</span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">, red and yellow combo. Sorry, I never can pick one. </span><span style="color: #666666;">Scent? </span></span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Pumpkin spice everywhere</span><span style="color: #666666;">.</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;"> Flavor? </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Is chili a wrong answer?</span></span></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #666666;">2.
What's something you're not? </span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Maybe trendy?</span><span style="color: #666666;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">3.
Share a favorite quote related to fall and tell us why it's a favorite. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>“I
cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in
the house.”</i> — Nathaniel Hawthorne</span><span style="color: #666666;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;">Because
there’s nothing quite like the feel of the sunshine that doesn’t scorch and burn or
bring sweat, the leaves are rustling all around, it just feels so invigorating to be
outside! It’s a great time for brisk walks, and admiring the gorgeous colors
that seem to grow more brilliant each day before finally giving up and landing
on the ground. And that brings us to the other favorite quote, which is also a good reminder.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><b><i> </i></b><i>“Autumn
shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.” -</i>Unknown<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p><cnx class="cnx-main-container cnx-in-desktop cnx-ps cnx-main-container-flex" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: content-box; display: flex; font-weight: 400; height: auto; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 18px; overflow: hidden; position: relative; text-align: left; width: 680px;"><cnx class="cnx-player-wrapper cnx-size-responsive" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: content-box; display: flex; flex-grow: 1; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1; position: relative; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">4.
Besides Thanksgiving, what's your favorite fall meal? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">Beef stew and
cornbread.</span><o:p></o:p></span></cnx></cnx></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">5.
Share a favorite photo you took last fall? </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR0fX96pbwyO9nvAhZmKrjXtZ1xobIYVmeQXgi_Mjf90U_DOQtCZFnaO1ITJDFIqXW6mLHoVmqvj8txj0Pm4-k_KZoRBoPhcAes9ExlS46SnWxLBE3ZDK6eYwnA3U7l4UJa-HEuB8V/s2048/IMG_2447.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR0fX96pbwyO9nvAhZmKrjXtZ1xobIYVmeQXgi_Mjf90U_DOQtCZFnaO1ITJDFIqXW6mLHoVmqvj8txj0Pm4-k_KZoRBoPhcAes9ExlS46SnWxLBE3ZDK6eYwnA3U7l4UJa-HEuB8V/w300-h400/IMG_2447.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4bLnn7qUcN5SXsLUupRXkC8SwZZFk5zoanf0Ei0IkafcKIdQqGqfmrOPSUTU47oLcFYtB5rDe5e8H11-6j8JLmLcr1Tlk-ze6RLW1CWFLwo6LD0brwNk_MKLGdrow-ZjE5XJg5AR/s2048/IMG_2427.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4bLnn7qUcN5SXsLUupRXkC8SwZZFk5zoanf0Ei0IkafcKIdQqGqfmrOPSUTU47oLcFYtB5rDe5e8H11-6j8JLmLcr1Tlk-ze6RLW1CWFLwo6LD0brwNk_MKLGdrow-ZjE5XJg5AR/s320/IMG_2427.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;">I'll try to do better this year.</span></p>
<p style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-decoration-thickness: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">6.
Insert your own random thought here. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;">I
didn’t include this precious couple in yesterday’s photos. They are dear to me
as I have gotten to know them a little better than the other couples. This precious pair comes to our exercise class almost every week. Mostly, he brings her for exercise,
but he stays sometimes also. They were with Wycliffe Bible Translators, (he was a pilot, as was Nick Saint). These two are so sweet and I love the twinkle still there in both their eyes and they're always smiling. He takes good care of her. Truly another great example of love and commitment lived out to
God, each other and their family.</span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRYLA0VIopMxYivhqduFsoQaMwFBPw-qexB-KSKn4x6IKWY7D9xUEOuIPW7gE4IHEpvcTHVHSFfOy11lVmW4z2-fEM5hxr5X8WtZhj5_jkkwh5FTZuXyxymLwmvIsAwPeMbB0KhyK/s2048/IMG_4312+%25281%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRYLA0VIopMxYivhqduFsoQaMwFBPw-qexB-KSKn4x6IKWY7D9xUEOuIPW7gE4IHEpvcTHVHSFfOy11lVmW4z2-fEM5hxr5X8WtZhj5_jkkwh5FTZuXyxymLwmvIsAwPeMbB0KhyK/w400-h266/IMG_4312+%25281%2529.JPG" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><p></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-47698605223898882082021-09-21T08:07:00.001-05:002021-09-21T18:13:25.196-05:00Weekend Recap<p> Just a brief telling of this past weekend of fellowship, fun, and celebrations.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">A few of our Sunday School class got together to see the production at the Spotlight Theater in Tulsa of The Drunkard. As I mentioned in a previous post, this has been a Saturday night tradition since 1953. We had a great time booing and hissing and oohing and ahhing (is that a word?) at the cast as they performed this melodrama for us. We got to buy tomatoes to throw at the villain! I was very disappointed that the tomatoes were not real!! No big splats! Haha!!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjZXSWA9Te95xsfSmHvw4O3N6P7mmP3ggxPf2D7SZKd0CLoyh3xxffwJMLXt-es-xG20-iipNwLw3tL0-knG7qaTZsiThaSHNKnaOBTAdV_g8vWCCvoZLiWgo3hkxysfwXTMP7iN5/s2048/IMG_4264.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggjZXSWA9Te95xsfSmHvw4O3N6P7mmP3ggxPf2D7SZKd0CLoyh3xxffwJMLXt-es-xG20-iipNwLw3tL0-knG7qaTZsiThaSHNKnaOBTAdV_g8vWCCvoZLiWgo3hkxysfwXTMP7iN5/w300-h400/IMG_4264.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzqn6GfFpbSLDeOzaU6KRTJO7dusCLH09o9nuEI3IAW-fudgv7mv4nUKuEfJ11Ox9PQVT0fHxb-jyD5ue4ZRb153pfmB8KSrHBYX48qTx47cX-Q7APLB0gEmyQHXGABnnEftOYVK2/s2048/IMG_4270.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzqn6GfFpbSLDeOzaU6KRTJO7dusCLH09o9nuEI3IAW-fudgv7mv4nUKuEfJ11Ox9PQVT0fHxb-jyD5ue4ZRb153pfmB8KSrHBYX48qTx47cX-Q7APLB0gEmyQHXGABnnEftOYVK2/s320/IMG_4270.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You can see the tomatoes around this villainous villain.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQryVAT1KJdmSmizM3lLxk-wWpj6XJNZ7f6q8wZo8-a-8tqypxmXW7Wwt3S9Ep9mINvwFh7nVT2obzaA6afYUM1jPM9dpiV276z8ekz9U6wfuS56r4gVdNxNfnggiW3yWCiIthBBK/s2048/IMG_4282.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQryVAT1KJdmSmizM3lLxk-wWpj6XJNZ7f6q8wZo8-a-8tqypxmXW7Wwt3S9Ep9mINvwFh7nVT2obzaA6afYUM1jPM9dpiV276z8ekz9U6wfuS56r4gVdNxNfnggiW3yWCiIthBBK/s320/IMG_4282.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sweethearts</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxR6_SLFz9wu_xZmhD5PSsTrGgyKh7QP-xqqeUNoR_M-tmFbAQE-uCYpQKxJoYh90h1CnAOCCZk8cJybOl7JflcoKdDj95UpBjHI3i-7uuzz-Mqzf-P0wKDxT84GordIOUDf7y2oPs/s2048/IMG_4284.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxR6_SLFz9wu_xZmhD5PSsTrGgyKh7QP-xqqeUNoR_M-tmFbAQE-uCYpQKxJoYh90h1CnAOCCZk8cJybOl7JflcoKdDj95UpBjHI3i-7uuzz-Mqzf-P0wKDxT84GordIOUDf7y2oPs/s320/IMG_4284.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The cast</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxD1oL3WzzaMup6o6NsmgziKt8hKDd0wudoPkTHPpyvE-BElWVoMaftLcjrMhTR2MgF0iK71v4A7_lKD1chsqi5T4E1lqzpN4FS1pJOgT5rS_1F5edeKYjcfQSM529RXhK7O78BJc/s1800/IMG_4297.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQxD1oL3WzzaMup6o6NsmgziKt8hKDd0wudoPkTHPpyvE-BElWVoMaftLcjrMhTR2MgF0iK71v4A7_lKD1chsqi5T4E1lqzpN4FS1pJOgT5rS_1F5edeKYjcfQSM529RXhK7O78BJc/s320/IMG_4297.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few from our class</div><p style="text-align: justify;">On Sunday, immediately after church, we had a celebration for all our married couples of 50 years or more! What a very special time to see these sweet couples be honored for their lifetime commitments to each other. I was privileged to have a part in this preparation for them and greeting them for photographs of the happy couples. There was delicious food, beautiful music, a renewal of their vows, and door prizes. Here are just a few of the precious couples.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWzo-Jfv2gh68cevyqjCLNLgydBZRjta7yMqseHBqBe0cq_jt74Jdcq80rcBvDc4QLFBHRcf4SO3koEJNN88pokI4_KvWWjrs2nRjsg9RcKJBNgK7z1S7_vhBeayBy2ZKg_nIZkfq1/s960/IMG_4299.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWzo-Jfv2gh68cevyqjCLNLgydBZRjta7yMqseHBqBe0cq_jt74Jdcq80rcBvDc4QLFBHRcf4SO3koEJNN88pokI4_KvWWjrs2nRjsg9RcKJBNgK7z1S7_vhBeayBy2ZKg_nIZkfq1/s320/IMG_4299.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So you can see how pretty the tables were.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmV4FuYqzeJTvdHhN3TJFwwvdLIRyDUtlbT7kBY5SP1s7GXoYL8BXsfjWMkXRFSgcJWqfbai_2rIdO089hdMq-dPchCdYfrplV9jssl3EFKkH1w8qL5q8f7c11etTUcbJnzfEYc5_/s960/IMG_4300.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmV4FuYqzeJTvdHhN3TJFwwvdLIRyDUtlbT7kBY5SP1s7GXoYL8BXsfjWMkXRFSgcJWqfbai_2rIdO089hdMq-dPchCdYfrplV9jssl3EFKkH1w8qL5q8f7c11etTUcbJnzfEYc5_/s320/IMG_4300.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-i4hOYr28NMIne_DhoaDL6AJD0myF_aau9X_IhMkzcXJWHqeqHqOfvRlkGjqsrlL09sgzwLBXAcMcAkpETTMwSThESFcgbk1rg5Z28-ZkQ4tEX0zAxCRfvo08xV_DgsQ8FWgVqyMO/s1800/IMG_4308.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-i4hOYr28NMIne_DhoaDL6AJD0myF_aau9X_IhMkzcXJWHqeqHqOfvRlkGjqsrlL09sgzwLBXAcMcAkpETTMwSThESFcgbk1rg5Z28-ZkQ4tEX0zAxCRfvo08xV_DgsQ8FWgVqyMO/w268-h400/IMG_4308.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The help</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePW9dK5rVBpVmacTtyyC1DamJWgHM2BD-332P2r8EPjC8Fnrhnl_VrWQmbt-sdZj9nV7uftMFx7vc1UJYNMAUs5Nkt0lTioG0gV7HPYhh-GJbMRp8fQadNE50sVdEFMM_8Zr824Mw/s1800/IMG_4309.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1201" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjePW9dK5rVBpVmacTtyyC1DamJWgHM2BD-332P2r8EPjC8Fnrhnl_VrWQmbt-sdZj9nV7uftMFx7vc1UJYNMAUs5Nkt0lTioG0gV7HPYhh-GJbMRp8fQadNE50sVdEFMM_8Zr824Mw/w268-h400/IMG_4309.JPG" width="268" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Only a few of nearly 40 smiling couples celebrating.</div><p style="text-align: justify;">Of all the joyous, smiling people there, one couple stood out to me and brought tears to my eyes. This elderly couple was so precious. Her Alzheimer's condition was very obvious, but even more obvious to me was the love and devotion by this gentleman living out his love for his sweetheart.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTtYk02iB1UVDpMJFC_EQsBHRNFyf0rR82JxXmp8XklwYe3J1WoawK0H6lPW5cnmttGi9awp2MCl9NULaq7Vjpwz4gPsvjoEn4YZQHYT99drtrR53ZxPvZ9W1PGAbjWfsJzTlAc9z/s2048/IMG_4292.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTtYk02iB1UVDpMJFC_EQsBHRNFyf0rR82JxXmp8XklwYe3J1WoawK0H6lPW5cnmttGi9awp2MCl9NULaq7Vjpwz4gPsvjoEn4YZQHYT99drtrR53ZxPvZ9W1PGAbjWfsJzTlAc9z/w300-h400/IMG_4292.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">He held her up throughout the entire renewal of vows. He guided her around the room. From what I am told, this husband is always like this and he cares for her at home, too. Wow! God bless him!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The beautiful cake under the glass dome was one of several--one for each table. The cakes were beautiful and door prizes to the couple at each table who had been married the longest. The cakes were baked by a lady at church and each was decorated a little differently, but all in the gold trim. She did an excellent job.</div><br /><p><br /></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-71487664821977237692021-09-18T07:34:00.001-05:002021-11-23T07:46:13.418-06:00A Heartfelt Saturday9<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saturday 9: I Left My Heart in San Francisco (1962)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div> <div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvY5rFZd5HTkgSI1RZXNuVShyrDX1DR9brSaCxnC-O0pvPrrA5ryMQJSnva0tNc87FpAkKpczQj9TlIFgkjTfn09wJdf43Qm15bP5KuBNBL1K4a0yQDAQz7fpD6RsT3-u_Ba09YPE/s267/san+francisco.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="267" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUvY5rFZd5HTkgSI1RZXNuVShyrDX1DR9brSaCxnC-O0pvPrrA5ryMQJSnva0tNc87FpAkKpczQj9TlIFgkjTfn09wJdf43Qm15bP5KuBNBL1K4a0yQDAQz7fpD6RsT3-u_Ba09YPE/s0/san+francisco.png" width="267" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">1) This song is a valentine to the city of San Francisco. Songwriters George Cory and Douglas Cross moved to New York to find fame and fortune and found themselves homesick for the city by the bay. Have you ever been homesick? Or, in the parlance of the song, where have you left your heart?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Part of my heart I left in Texas with the kids. I miss them and wish I could be in two places at once!</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2) Cory and Cross were buddies with Ralph Sharon, a piano player who often worked with Tony Bennett. Ralph brought the song to Tony and the results were very happy for all involved. Have you more recently done, or been on the receiving end of, a favor?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes it feels like I stay on the receiving end of favors. Being still fairly new around here, I’m asking for advice and my brother and sister-in-law are always doing things for me. And, my sister brought me lunch the other day.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3) The lyrics compare San Francisco to Paris, Rome and Manhattan. Have you visited those cities? </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Funny, I’ve never visited San Francisco, but I’ve visited Paris, Rome and Manhattan. So I can’t make a comparison.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFmwA9HlDzfo4QXqyM3uKyUdONuDQ5_LltRd0j1zIy4RkAPO-J-Oybu464wfhc6ZHPi7tsAHmMtX-YqehR3xkCdC7WA6Q2InyeKPrScizHh6rEWnOiscA5_tQAMDlH9B7FiK3CJ2aE/s720/Us+in+OE+compartment.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="397" data-original-width="720" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFmwA9HlDzfo4QXqyM3uKyUdONuDQ5_LltRd0j1zIy4RkAPO-J-Oybu464wfhc6ZHPi7tsAHmMtX-YqehR3xkCdC7WA6Q2InyeKPrScizHh6rEWnOiscA5_tQAMDlH9B7FiK3CJ2aE/w400-h220/Us+in+OE+compartment.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Traveling on the Orient Express--Venice to Rome</span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4) This week's artist, Tony Bennett, sang professionally for the last time in August. He retired after performing at Radio City Music Hall with Lady Gaga. Their musical collaboration dates back to when they both performed at President Obama's inauguration. Though 60 years apart in age, they became fast friends based on their shared love of jazz. Do you find that most of your friends are older than you, younger than you, or within 5 years of you? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">My friends vary in age from much younger to older.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5) While Lady Gaga grew up listening to Tony Bennett, as a young man Tony recalled listening to Bing Crosby, Judy Garland and Joe Venuti. Which singers did you enjoy during your teen years? </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Elvis, Marvin Gaye, the Supremes, the Young Rascals, The Beach Boys.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6) While he's famous for singing about San Francisco, Tony is a proud son of New York. Born in Queens, he chose to end his career at Radio City Music Hall and was excited to perform "New York State of Mind" with Billy Joel at Shea Stadium in 2008. Do you have a favorite Billy Joel song? </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I’m not really a follower of his music, but do like Uptown Girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">7) Tony Bennett and Frank Sinatra may have been competitors but they shared mutual admiration. Sinatra called Bennett "the best singer in the business," and Bennett did a Sinatra homage album called Perfectly Frank. Think of people you have worked with over the years. Tell us about someone who has impressed you, and why.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><div style="text-align: justify;">At my last job, I worked with a woman whom I alternately admired and who also could irritate me. She was what I consider a true servant in her job without being a doormat. Everyone knew her personality and respected her greatly even though she might appear to be hard to get along with sometimes. She knew how to set boundaries and she worked for the big picture. This wonderful lady showed great grace to me many, many times and I was truly sorry when she passed away.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">8) The 1970s were a difficult period for Tony. During the days of disco and Studio 54, he said singing new songs made him feel like his mother, a talented seamstress, when she was forced to make a cheap dress. OK, so Tony doesn't like disco! Is there a genre of music you just don't care for? </div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">That would be rap and hard rock.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">9) Random question: Imagine you're the passenger in a long car ride. Are you more likely to be calm or fidgety? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">It depends on who’s driving and maybe who else is in the car. If I feel a little nervous about their driving, I will be fidgety. It’s all about my confidence in their driving. If that’s good, I can read, sleep, or talk as we travel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-81890827946469499352021-09-17T08:57:00.001-05:002021-09-17T08:58:43.221-05:00Friday Recap and a Meaningful Anniversary<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;">It’s been a pretty full and interesting week. On Monday I attended a business meeting for the women’s association for the <a href="https://www.tulsaboyshome.org/">Tulsa boys home</a>. One of my friends, Kathy, is president of the association and has invited me to join. This is a wonderful organization that helps provide necessities for the boys who live at the home and has fundraisers throughout the year to raise money for them. Every penny raised and given goes directly to the Home for operating. I've made the decision to join and I’m excited to get to be part of this worthy cause. Next month, we will be having a garage sale to raise money, and then in November, there will be another fundraiser. As soon as the lockdown is lifted for visiting the home, I will be going for a tour and there will actually be a barbecue and bingo time with the boys sometime in November. We will get to meet all of them then and hear stories about their lives there. I’ve read a lot of information about them and there are many success stories from adult men who lived at the home in their youth. </span></span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Monday night I played pickle ball again and my brother said I did really well. I’m going to try to continue each week, but still playing it cautious as I don’t want to risk any more falls. On Tuesday, I went to exercise, then over to Susan’s to practice our songs for singing at the assisted living facility on Wednesday. Tuesday night was the first night of Bible study fellowship end it looks like I have a good group again. </span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On Wednesday, I had lunch with three other ladies from my church. Our ladies’ ministry at church each quarter has what is called 4 for Fellowship in which we are put together with three others to get a chance to know and make new friends. These ladies were wonderful and we had such a great time together. We plan to meet again soon. </span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogALX5eeXOjgZGs27RL3qVYuxALDsHguGpZGHxiBGKpMdsSl3SmsN7OqmW55xjXzZ_ZfPHhBoVhi3sweuGmbT5uYwPWHwmFRMK2_MyoswD_peZvhb8uNs4o5ibg82C2j8F0zqgkVr/s2048/IMG_3037.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogALX5eeXOjgZGs27RL3qVYuxALDsHguGpZGHxiBGKpMdsSl3SmsN7OqmW55xjXzZ_ZfPHhBoVhi3sweuGmbT5uYwPWHwmFRMK2_MyoswD_peZvhb8uNs4o5ibg82C2j8F0zqgkVr/w400-h300/IMG_3037.JPEG" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">After lunch, I headed over to Susan‘s house to load up equipment and go to the assisted living facility and sing. It is such a joy to go there because the people love us coming so much. We sing old songs and watching their faces light up and seeing them sing along with us is really fun. There were 45 people attending to cheer us on and, afterwards, come up to tell us how much they love us and make requests for songs in the future. One of the ladies told me that she was so tired when she came up, but our singing gave her energy back again. That really touched my heart. Wednesday evening Awanas met. Time just flies there while listening and helping these first graders learn their Bible verses and then spending 30 minutes playing active games with them. I think the games are designed to get all their energy out so they’ll be a little quieter while listening to the main Bible story.</span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On Thursday morning I began physical therapy for my knee and I think that’s going to go well. Then I went to Ace Hardware to buy some timers, get my car washed, and came home to just rest up and do things around the house like filing, dishes, fixing dinner, etc. </span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Why am I sharing all this? As I drove around, I was thinking about the fact that life is so different now when I come home. There’s no one here to ask where I’ve been, or how things are going or just to sit down and talk. When Jay was here, it didn’t matter how trivial the things were that I did, I would share them with him. I don’t know about others, but somehow, it just seems like we want to share what we’ve been doing or what you’ve accomplished. I find myself sometimes telling my sister-in-law all these things and then stopping to say, "I’m sorry, I’m not sure why I’m boring you with all this." Haha!</span></div><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: justify; text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, today I am planning to go buy two trees for my yard and then on Saturday evening our Sunday school class is going to attend a melodrama that’s been presented here every Saturday since 1953. It’s called The Drunkard and I attended probably in 1968, so it should be fun to see again with a group. It’s the kind of play with audience participation in that we boo the villain and cheer when the hero comes on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i>Finally! Today marks a meaningful anniversary in my life when I broke free from my addiction to cigarettes and, more important, the knowledge of true freedom in God's grace. I am so thankful for that day in my life back in 1994. I shared it in the past right <a href="https://nonniesmemories.blogspot.com/2016/09/today-is-meaningful-anniversary-for-me.html">here</a>.</i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65PZCXrElfY3nxkRlFIVypZq7Ra7MYLTUd1qQQ7iPzR0XhiMsCWWcOr0aKszWlc20E7wshmPyONXQ-vyFcPLpKxpKkARRtaNdyEX8OzUVKt0ue295CCQloJvSn3T1BRH4MnovAGvF/s560/freedom.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="291" data-original-width="560" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65PZCXrElfY3nxkRlFIVypZq7Ra7MYLTUd1qQQ7iPzR0XhiMsCWWcOr0aKszWlc20E7wshmPyONXQ-vyFcPLpKxpKkARRtaNdyEX8OzUVKt0ue295CCQloJvSn3T1BRH4MnovAGvF/s320/freedom.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i></b></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-13670135839513696812021-09-15T05:43:00.001-05:002021-11-23T07:47:30.290-06:00Old Fashioned Hodgepodge <br /><br /><div>1. How would you define 'old'? <br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">At this stage of life, I’m going to say it’s a state of mind. When I was young I thought being a teenager was old. When I was a teenager, I thought 30 was old. When I was 30, I thought 50 was far off, and 70 was very old. I’m past all that now, and I don’t feel old in spirit, but my body sometimes feels that way. <br /></span><br />At what age is someone old? <div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Maybe in the mind of our society, anybody over 75 might be considered old. Right now I think anybody in their 90s is old, however, I know some people in their 90s who are still quite spry. I’m just not sure about this question. It's how they view life and what they feel in their mind. I know some younger people who act quite old.<br /></span><br />2. A place you've been that's old? Israel. Tell us something about your visit there. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">We visited Israel twice. It was a most meaningful trip that I wish all followers of Jesus could make. We visited other ancient places, but seeing those places where Jesus lived and walked all the days He was here on this earth was an amazing experience for me and my husband. Sailing on the sea of Galilee, imagining Jesus there on the boat, or walking on the shore talking with Peter and the other disciples were moments I will never forget. Being baptized in the same river where Jesus was baptized. Walking around Jerusalem and seeing the temple remains, and the garden where it was believed Jesus was buried and the tomb he came out of were all awesome experiences.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzy4Nl6VSCFFOV5fa8o99XJBIhyj5EAK2AXEfKG1tWuq8XB0mPPlNPDFIbQH362HQZxF2SgHe4BUb12IkbkQOn49Su88eogDSiWLFzhRvqsBS-nziGUa0QEfQVTuiqEi3jJF-4169/s1091/Mt+Arbel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="787" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzy4Nl6VSCFFOV5fa8o99XJBIhyj5EAK2AXEfKG1tWuq8XB0mPPlNPDFIbQH362HQZxF2SgHe4BUb12IkbkQOn49Su88eogDSiWLFzhRvqsBS-nziGUa0QEfQVTuiqEi3jJF-4169/w289-h400/Mt+Arbel.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">On Mt. Arbel</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">(thought to possibly be the place where the crowd wanted to push Jesus over a cliff, </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">but He slipped out of their hands.)</span></i></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>3. Something you miss about the 'good old days'? <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I miss the innocence of youth in the 50s. That was for me. I think most of the times, no matter the time period, there is the innocence of youth and not realizing of the things going on around us in the world because we’re sheltered from them. Our memories are filtered, I think.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When were they anyway? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">For the most part, in our own past. However, when my husband and I were first married, I thought every day was the good old days. I was sad to see each day end as I was so happy.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">4. In what way are you a 'chip off the old block'? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">Probably the way I think about money. I think I’m pretty careful with it.</span> Or if you'd rather, in what way is your child a 'chip off the old block'?</div><br />5. Old fashioned, Old Testament, old timer, same old same old, old glory, good old boy, old wives tale...choose an 'old' phrase that relates to something in your life or the wider world currently and explain. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I’ll go with Old Testament, since that’s where I am in the Bible right now. Several chapters into Isaiah, one of my favorite books. Tonight we begin the study of Matthew in Bible Study Fellowship.</span></div><br />6. Insert your own random thought here.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My random thoughts here usually have to do with recording some bit of how I’ve spent the past few days. My friends and I went to a car show in a small town near here last Saturday and it was fun.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdo7cmH2TTahWaMm2VfYENp06LwGsJMwyFakxTLg982Uh0KoKDR-MNIudmV-YnoOdWI0GApHF3wnM2OeiWeetExe2OnNzp0S2qj0REpyTNiBa6mjubpCgbbX6J3XvDuBpEoVOaTxo-/s2048/IMG_4247.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdo7cmH2TTahWaMm2VfYENp06LwGsJMwyFakxTLg982Uh0KoKDR-MNIudmV-YnoOdWI0GApHF3wnM2OeiWeetExe2OnNzp0S2qj0REpyTNiBa6mjubpCgbbX6J3XvDuBpEoVOaTxo-/w300-h400/IMG_4247.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_wLm2P1C7N0kbDDanVt1qzqkfcsuijjFgLhu-R89VivKvfR8QGYztF0qtEtYa1mMQl5T8RObsouW7Ibg9qpAeKe36uvzt1oVlsFlgC_SxhVJUryCTrEORwpesl6t_4o0Db7zSbCd/s2048/IMG_4248.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_wLm2P1C7N0kbDDanVt1qzqkfcsuijjFgLhu-R89VivKvfR8QGYztF0qtEtYa1mMQl5T8RObsouW7Ibg9qpAeKe36uvzt1oVlsFlgC_SxhVJUryCTrEORwpesl6t_4o0Db7zSbCd/s320/IMG_4248.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">No!! This black one isn't from my high school days!!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DDpnKgVSEjoyWL1Dtld4m3r7tCUdN0R8WmjxAw7JgyDK-hN_qy1ms3VIDvTg-suPFCu6vqpCYaGzjCY6iqhcCUQXsx3elfV2sz5Fo427SXnt8KONswVd7Zy2fle-QncU867yo9Pu/s2048/IMG_4250.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1444" data-original-width="2048" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DDpnKgVSEjoyWL1Dtld4m3r7tCUdN0R8WmjxAw7JgyDK-hN_qy1ms3VIDvTg-suPFCu6vqpCYaGzjCY6iqhcCUQXsx3elfV2sz5Fo427SXnt8KONswVd7Zy2fle-QncU867yo9Pu/s320/IMG_4250.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My dream car!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Loudspeakers were blasting out music from our high sc</span><span style="color: #2b00fe;">hool days as we walked around looking at vintage cars from the 50’s and 60’s. I guess as we walked around and listened, we were remembering “our” good old days from high school with the cars and the music. These old friends and I used to cruise up and down one of the main streets here in Tulsa every Friday night in the car of the oldest of us. The Camaro pictured below we cruised in after I bought my first new car.</span></div></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-NXLF0H41rMoNkeEqf2JXZOgF8X8tFHoTZ5cOrG2TjK_jyltycR6EYXz9iCEDDWUWkom77IJSuowJwaO_40NVlNx1_EJkNWvmVKYaWbEe88ImRBTIF-8deRciCJwuAAhUhFPBfCE/s1135/1969+Camaro.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1135" data-original-width="1097" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid-NXLF0H41rMoNkeEqf2JXZOgF8X8tFHoTZ5cOrG2TjK_jyltycR6EYXz9iCEDDWUWkom77IJSuowJwaO_40NVlNx1_EJkNWvmVKYaWbEe88ImRBTIF-8deRciCJwuAAhUhFPBfCE/s320/1969+Camaro.JPG" width="309" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">But I have to be honest and say, not all of those days were truly good always. Being a teenager is hard sometimes, especially if you are awkward, introverted, or in anyway thought of as an outsider. But still, good memories.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-33550518825550180632021-09-10T10:26:00.001-05:002021-09-12T16:47:41.417-05:00Pforever Thankful Friday<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My intention yesterday was to do a Thankful Thursday post. But, sad to say, Thursday got away from me and this morning, I tried to think of any thankful word beginning with an F so I could do a __________ Friday!! All I could come up with was Pforever thankful Friday! The P is silent, as in pshaw, pfft, and I don't know of any others (well, there is that very familiar Pfizer word)!! I just made up the Pforever!!! But you knew that, didn't you?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm so thankful and grateful and this month of September reminds me of many things I have to be thankful for, although every day there is much to be grateful about and sing praise to the Lord. But this week, September 7 was the 35th anniversary of my meeting Dear Heart, and marked the beginning of many wonderful changes to my life! So thankful for the years we had together and I'll forever be grateful to a friend who insisted I go with her to learn to two-step and that my Dear Heart was there that night, too. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Not a day goes by without my remembrances of my Jay, and I'm thankful for his family and me to still be connected so closely and the love we have for each other.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLSo5FbcRwnwmXv2AzbBgdwmzhAR7Xx4-qVUv4HUwViJF2xjqBJu1RUI2x17hkfKweECGCFRvaBJRBcOyPmLhCHNhp6eiA_5CC7r2mmYipccOZPvK7fl5jQsKVqNu_VYp3nAe7mrR/s400/Jay+and+me+3.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="225" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLSo5FbcRwnwmXv2AzbBgdwmzhAR7Xx4-qVUv4HUwViJF2xjqBJu1RUI2x17hkfKweECGCFRvaBJRBcOyPmLhCHNhp6eiA_5CC7r2mmYipccOZPvK7fl5jQsKVqNu_VYp3nAe7mrR/s320/Jay+and+me+3.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Forever in my heart!</div><span style="font-size: large;"><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRJK52jpk0j3beMWuJxzHky7p0GL5msJuoBkTBAoSmzp7v9vpe1gxr09gmzYCYxYjjO-z38CW6yu6RlVcdWGoaB7lvIGPP_fAou9_rt45lcn075NIoecFDYLJ5vIlSwSjBfS46j9H/s794/been+through+a+lot+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="794" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRJK52jpk0j3beMWuJxzHky7p0GL5msJuoBkTBAoSmzp7v9vpe1gxr09gmzYCYxYjjO-z38CW6yu6RlVcdWGoaB7lvIGPP_fAou9_rt45lcn075NIoecFDYLJ5vIlSwSjBfS46j9H/s320/been+through+a+lot+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This always made us laugh!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And tomorrow marks ONE YEAR since I moved and have been living here in Tulsa. There have been many events which have transpired over this past year, and I am delighted with all the new friends I have been making and the things I have had the opportunity to be involved with. Every week just seems to fly by with activities and the lonely times are fewer and further between. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Being here closely connected with my siblings is also good and they have been my support system and fun buddies! All that I get to do I appreciate:</div><p></p></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My family</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My church</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Life Group</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My neighborhood and its residents</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Exercise group</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Volunteer Mondays</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being a member of the ladies organization supporting the Tulsa Boys Home</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Being a leader in AWANAS</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bible Study Fellowship</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">T-Town Uke group (which just gets more and more fun)!!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pickleball,</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And resuming old friendships from over 50 years ago!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So many blessings, I can't count them.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. </i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>1 Thess. 5:18 NASB</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPHw6zXRFIDwTAxshMMtqzE2c9KEtQt68t-gDLG8V312iv9UVRy70gYfvHIXLzeg5ndeOdlCPxj5rgb74fd2aXNkaMX0YoUxAQaspG3xfHqn2BT_pk6RX2Xp-lU3TzwsAaKIVaArt/s474/give+thanks.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="474" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYPHw6zXRFIDwTAxshMMtqzE2c9KEtQt68t-gDLG8V312iv9UVRy70gYfvHIXLzeg5ndeOdlCPxj5rgb74fd2aXNkaMX0YoUxAQaspG3xfHqn2BT_pk6RX2Xp-lU3TzwsAaKIVaArt/s320/give+thanks.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><i><br /></i></span><p></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-72624624611299595782021-09-05T20:18:00.002-05:002021-09-06T07:15:07.193-05:00Fiddling Around<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Jana Jae is a name I was totally unfamiliar with until last week. But now that I've met her and read a little about her, I'm very impressed and hopeful we will have another chance to meet up with her again. You can read what is said about her <a href="http://www.nationalfiddlerhalloffame.org/HallOfFame/janajaebio.html">here</a> at the National Fiddler Hall of Fame and on her <a href="https://www.janajae.com/">website</a>.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">One of our ukulele players is friends with a friend of Jana Jae and when she heard about our group, she invited us to perform at her Fiddler's Workshop in Grove, Oklahoma. We were so excited to get this opportunity to play and sing, but somewhat nervous as well. As it turned out, there was no need to be anxious, because Jana Jae gave us such a warm welcome and so many words of encouragement. After hearing us, she asked us to stay a little longer, have lunch and play more. Would we? Are you kidding? We were having so much fun. Toward the end, she actually wanted to play with us! So now, we are all Jana Jae fans and she said she had no idea before meeting us that we were so professional. Okay, this coming from a <i><b>real</b></i> professional, our heads are totally swollen up!! And we've been invited back for next year's fiddler workshop.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">So, what does the ukulele have to do with violins/fiddles? Nothing, except the ukulele was being introduced at the workshop and there was also a group attending who were learning to play.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">We are hopeful that we will have more opportunities to play for other audiences, but we are content to continue to practice and play for the enjoyment of the residents of local assisted living and nursing homes. That truly brings joy to us.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05MZaq_FYJ_suTigwEQisfOhzoYrcLCra85l4zTpD5apfERUL-Vp7y_qSJ9UHmay7lctUggo8XSVvdj-xIYnqIW9IeBWEWAVWPpTxBLtp8RfLgkbFbAmcWhYG7O0_U82HirLGFNyq/s2048/IMG_4222.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2040" data-original-width="2048" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05MZaq_FYJ_suTigwEQisfOhzoYrcLCra85l4zTpD5apfERUL-Vp7y_qSJ9UHmay7lctUggo8XSVvdj-xIYnqIW9IeBWEWAVWPpTxBLtp8RfLgkbFbAmcWhYG7O0_U82HirLGFNyq/w400-h399/IMG_4222.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_I9og56__DNgpHnLECvw50rkrXG0eMS7E-mcsr1yU8X-SMv8ZwriYj2qB-vqSR3fU5kBTg1FVK8yTIZuNN6k4ehyYBYhzOj0mQ9TBtmLPBVNi2KEVKtpFzCuZYEAnygFkQQvzSc5/s2048/IMG_4224.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1828" data-original-width="2048" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW_I9og56__DNgpHnLECvw50rkrXG0eMS7E-mcsr1yU8X-SMv8ZwriYj2qB-vqSR3fU5kBTg1FVK8yTIZuNN6k4ehyYBYhzOj0mQ9TBtmLPBVNi2KEVKtpFzCuZYEAnygFkQQvzSc5/w400-h358/IMG_4224.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Jana in the pink top.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The little girl in front is one of the ukulele students.</div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">A huge thanks to my brother for making the trip with us to drive, and help with our equipment! Just riding to and from was a blast hearing and sharing hilarious stories with each other.</p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-42418395825582602882021-09-01T06:30:00.006-05:002021-11-23T10:24:24.600-06:00Apple Pie Hodgepodge<p><br /></p>1. As we begin this brand new month tell us, on a scale of 1-10, where does your life fall in terms of being in 'apple pie order'? Please elaborate. (1=nowhere near it, 10=practically perfect in every way)<br /><br />I have to say 8. I think it’ll never be perfect, because I miss my Dear Heart so much, I miss the kids and have to travel back-and-forth, I still need more landscaping, I’m waiting for my door, and I need window treatments for my windows, BUT <br /><br />I have to say 8, because life is good, we have so many blessings. I enjoy good health, I’m close to my family, I have made many new friends, I love my church, there are so many opportunities and so many things to do, it seems like I’m running out of time to do them. <br /><br />2. An apple a day keeps the doctor away...are you doing your part? Red or green? Sweet or tart? Ever played the game Apples to Apples? Do you like apple pie? If so, ala mode or just gimme the pie? <br /><br />I like pink lady, Fuji, Honeycrisp, and Golden Delicious, which is neither red nor green. I prefer sweet apples. I have the game Apples to Apples, but I’ve only played it once. I like apple pie if my friend Alice makes it. And I do like it warm, served with vanilla bean ice cream.<br /><br />3. Tell us about a time recently where you 'upset the apple cart' or the last time someone 'upset your apple cart'? Nothing recent comes to mind right now. Maybe I upset the apple cart when I made the move to another state and upset a few people, but that is almost one year ago, so I wouldn’t classify it as recent.<br /><br />4. What are three words that come to mind when you think of September? Fall is coming.<p></p><p><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJFjDka0_4WsL_rZmmDYS6LIVOBmG8ATGn3ss_ThDUrVH-hGVoKUq7h4rf8I5E7gakas8tDTCPEXo1udJSTucIQ61vgeTTjGHypoHQXBOMs7Vf9SOkD4WgbUxsOjKAZXykbGgoavL/s2048/fall-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJFjDka0_4WsL_rZmmDYS6LIVOBmG8ATGn3ss_ThDUrVH-hGVoKUq7h4rf8I5E7gakas8tDTCPEXo1udJSTucIQ61vgeTTjGHypoHQXBOMs7Vf9SOkD4WgbUxsOjKAZXykbGgoavL/w200-h133/fall-1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />5. What are you most looking forward to this month? Bible study fellowship begins, cooler temperatures hopefully, and getting more things done around here. I’m going to buy two trees and I’m excited about that.<br /><br /><br /><br />6. Insert your own random thought here. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I posted plenty of pictures on Facebook, but I recently returned from a trip to Mackinac island with a group of seniors from my church. We had a wonderful time, but we all agreed it would have been nicer had we not stayed in a different hotel every night for nine days. But it was a great trip and lots of congenial people enjoying many interesting things. Our destination was Mackinac Island, but we stopped along the way to see some lovely sights, enjoyed delicious food, and met some wonderful people. I don't have good pictures of the Amish community, but that was one of my favorite places. Seeing and hearing about their culture, their work, their faith and their families was probably one of the nicest parts of our trip.</div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi8aB5FuxjjuxJBF3mGzafnhUQ8aJxw6FIZDH5nZMfJDB-trs0S2UBNt1-zVvkMAMbzEamir-vpsgpgt6Iia66VhyZgtXg2zR2tCLKJeDBuOYaNRLRFEo6BbfPtA7Sfqt_RtcfR02/s2048/IMG_3781.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVi8aB5FuxjjuxJBF3mGzafnhUQ8aJxw6FIZDH5nZMfJDB-trs0S2UBNt1-zVvkMAMbzEamir-vpsgpgt6Iia66VhyZgtXg2zR2tCLKJeDBuOYaNRLRFEo6BbfPtA7Sfqt_RtcfR02/s320/IMG_3781.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A Dutch Village</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaAXDXVXO4crSvEbIY3ujAX7WuSzaa-rq3f8zXDPPdLboIaNU40JrQw0zkHFj8jjYE8VOhmdQym7F2B-ZGvw-98Ia_RZetBDLyelzKZVXjgXNwoOg8qVRjRd6JTD9rMl_nBHWTZZll/s320/IMG_1341.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Carriage rides through the woods, gourmet meal and wine tasting at the Thunder Bay Resort. Another fun stop was a Reindeer Ranch--stick a graham cracker in your mouth and a reindeer will kiss you. Haha!! A barbeque meal there and hopefully, it wasn't barbequed reindeer.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcII07f5C0s7QTRkK7XvYppaUqoNP915-EmEx_3H3Dc1plO1mm6MAVYJwNhh0oLx0iHHY8snHKUqpr5Mf-N7bE6nTO8vkcXngYEbME6ja67N713tpAFn4hE8moDH-oEFsDO9CcGve5/s2048/IMG_3828.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcII07f5C0s7QTRkK7XvYppaUqoNP915-EmEx_3H3Dc1plO1mm6MAVYJwNhh0oLx0iHHY8snHKUqpr5Mf-N7bE6nTO8vkcXngYEbME6ja67N713tpAFn4hE8moDH-oEFsDO9CcGve5/s320/IMG_3828.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsC5M9CS73Afy4mjN3QRl0-XQhALpkEA_aatar1DMgU9LGwSz2VtzhG2AxPaIULtbS_ex5l0KRJcoOpIlaGujyIo9evgB75VFW8rY1AX1XWzf3hC8U5UkfXBEuq6EudYd3zx6wY8N/s2048/IMG_3835.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTsC5M9CS73Afy4mjN3QRl0-XQhALpkEA_aatar1DMgU9LGwSz2VtzhG2AxPaIULtbS_ex5l0KRJcoOpIlaGujyIo9evgB75VFW8rY1AX1XWzf3hC8U5UkfXBEuq6EudYd3zx6wY8N/s320/IMG_3835.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The antlers are so heavy.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUapGNlgH8WgMrQ0qdd9c9G1jGBmf9Hpk_36dPLcV3pTMAg4dPdQvQLHP5myKQKZ5mEa08hzTGO_RYO6M9fagVHxwkrC3FNq5VzLszEcNAbJ3lef69rWvgQLpzLaS1G6J4-rGN_i2A/s2048/IMG_4037.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUapGNlgH8WgMrQ0qdd9c9G1jGBmf9Hpk_36dPLcV3pTMAg4dPdQvQLHP5myKQKZ5mEa08hzTGO_RYO6M9fagVHxwkrC3FNq5VzLszEcNAbJ3lef69rWvgQLpzLaS1G6J4-rGN_i2A/s320/IMG_4037.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A beautiful arch at Mackinaw.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9OE21xoZ6EDkAkLaCupzWCTny5uOLxlB_eG6-E9PDhGRAlBwmcQ7kqXPbxKTPkcsEMbOXZVz4-l1CzhPTVArW0960NNCqKqd2knotz4TH4QmvQ7D20F-WUiWtS_7zc8ufL4skp0B/s2048/IMG_4052.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1150" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9OE21xoZ6EDkAkLaCupzWCTny5uOLxlB_eG6-E9PDhGRAlBwmcQ7kqXPbxKTPkcsEMbOXZVz4-l1CzhPTVArW0960NNCqKqd2knotz4TH4QmvQ7D20F-WUiWtS_7zc8ufL4skp0B/w225-h400/IMG_4052.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-TjTllT-tOYQGo12OebclpVgF4GPbz9sWYn0Fx-zogKk-nfU1v9j1ikYXN9AFZHDhMLgeuJGVZuiSkzxl37O54Fqz8NsgLtdu0MU92eQ-1rjaXwPonVkXW1fUAldNed_jSFq0Iqs/s1156/IMG_4133.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1156" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS-TjTllT-tOYQGo12OebclpVgF4GPbz9sWYn0Fx-zogKk-nfU1v9j1ikYXN9AFZHDhMLgeuJGVZuiSkzxl37O54Fqz8NsgLtdu0MU92eQ-1rjaXwPonVkXW1fUAldNed_jSFq0Iqs/s320/IMG_4133.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Lunch at the Grand Hotel</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5nhAdfz79c1jbdQQ9kxB67zxve9gZVwZGVlFatYRQlO28HNMYHdO9RTvlFALX__FD5uxxV5hsx9X8bbhGfwYEud2l_-cfFAz4tBTgdbh8o9WGfyUBVsjrsNemdaoXraqmicA69aP/s2048/IMG_4069.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1837" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5nhAdfz79c1jbdQQ9kxB67zxve9gZVwZGVlFatYRQlO28HNMYHdO9RTvlFALX__FD5uxxV5hsx9X8bbhGfwYEud2l_-cfFAz4tBTgdbh8o9WGfyUBVsjrsNemdaoXraqmicA69aP/s320/IMG_4069.jpg" width="287" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Castle Farms</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3qc-HgJb7B4cnAB_JTGu5oMkk8I0sJ215Zt6vFMsQwidKG-ifSbq1vzNxUSjCk85VHqVCvMsaWW7VpwtlX62YUTgu9xyZ4EROkv3Cav00rtclzdah5vCCgf5Yf6wU44DOPd6iMBng/s4032/IMG_4171.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3qc-HgJb7B4cnAB_JTGu5oMkk8I0sJ215Zt6vFMsQwidKG-ifSbq1vzNxUSjCk85VHqVCvMsaWW7VpwtlX62YUTgu9xyZ4EROkv3Cav00rtclzdah5vCCgf5Yf6wU44DOPd6iMBng/s320/IMG_4171.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A few from our group with the owner of Castle Farms.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is a woman with vision.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;">We stopped for donuts at this donut place owned by the friendliest cops! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Their coffee and donuts were a treat and mighty good.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXsDN7EnHi5RLbjhdQghQra5rdH9v5Wl0p5_FOg_YWey1B_lMaw4DlS4dW39fzhxgJ0XHPKdSZtPCWUIBvhpqw5GFt7tJ5M2E_0dQKgJYtTD7tkfJvx_C2ZdsbHXpS1Ds9obltf6H/s2048/IMG_4042.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXsDN7EnHi5RLbjhdQghQra5rdH9v5Wl0p5_FOg_YWey1B_lMaw4DlS4dW39fzhxgJ0XHPKdSZtPCWUIBvhpqw5GFt7tJ5M2E_0dQKgJYtTD7tkfJvx_C2ZdsbHXpS1Ds9obltf6H/s320/IMG_4042.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHVb8EVJLRAlEbhyphenhypheno56bXZ9RUE5w8gxDRORUMEe91HVuX3ugCMtMeoJAU9zy3LZXSyVhkpkzjSHxnOooIXLSWMRdGOi_a8fKLQ6WsCVztj_JBvwaFVPL2NyPBYydIbkNbcf_fdx2H7/s2048/IMG_4075+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; text-align: left;">Being part of the ukulele band as a singer is so much fun. On Tuesday afternoon, we went to play and sing at a luau at an assisted living facility. The last time we were there, we had a huge audience who cheered us on and ask us to come back every week. We now will have a standing gig on one Wednesday Happy Hour each month. (I know this is very small potatoes, but it is so much fun for us.) So we’re going to a hukilau! Haha! The people here are so wonderful and it just makes you happy to see them happy and singing along with us. They light up at hearing the old songs from their youth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQjjCGbClbuwnzPJd8OBtOr6ndTyRyWn5Cw6T7RX6z1laUniVw5jhGmpBu5Q9ib8E6qVLn551lTykqQSlHanBqUSa6AXhzINbhspDNB2fHTf-Kp2IlWyXDg_4ka2i8spQLIIaBBez/s2048/IMG_4182.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQjjCGbClbuwnzPJd8OBtOr6ndTyRyWn5Cw6T7RX6z1laUniVw5jhGmpBu5Q9ib8E6qVLn551lTykqQSlHanBqUSa6AXhzINbhspDNB2fHTf-Kp2IlWyXDg_4ka2i8spQLIIaBBez/s320/IMG_4182.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHp8OEk_fA8UDXn65ui0Y1bmMsAOp0LOxgx6kJTGI1S3sJ3V4uQixjYwUAlBi7kAxweYV_Eun8MI0MUEWYbY1tk5D932wdVGnyOVDjQlRBWMWBz0Le8SPIZewy4fVXg-8B3JAgscv/s2048/IMG_4183.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHp8OEk_fA8UDXn65ui0Y1bmMsAOp0LOxgx6kJTGI1S3sJ3V4uQixjYwUAlBi7kAxweYV_Eun8MI0MUEWYbY1tk5D932wdVGnyOVDjQlRBWMWBz0Le8SPIZewy4fVXg-8B3JAgscv/s320/IMG_4183.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Poor Dave--the only guy in this girl band</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZE82TF9HE-xlJTj2Gn0Enz1oVACwIfcNr3QgZny-y4aMgbx5osYC6ouPFGyZGuhVVUh04gMoDUL32HDlFUI05ODDwEzvaC2r97F0TrIFariHD2o6GgRXXsCn2l6LaqECTIrWuGm4/s2048/IMG_4186+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqZE82TF9HE-xlJTj2Gn0Enz1oVACwIfcNr3QgZny-y4aMgbx5osYC6ouPFGyZGuhVVUh04gMoDUL32HDlFUI05ODDwEzvaC2r97F0TrIFariHD2o6GgRXXsCn2l6LaqECTIrWuGm4/s320/IMG_4186+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAG2DfXQF57-_rw2xAXX3AdCU8K8MNCWWP69iGmSLj9Ax9odGNVX2lUwt2Y-MhKDcilxZvGZxFeXeLuLU4HjdvkWfMybkpc9b__VPdYH102-DUu1G5nm55YU6bCNKy6Hhyphenhyphen8E8kMlaI/s2048/IMG_4188.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAG2DfXQF57-_rw2xAXX3AdCU8K8MNCWWP69iGmSLj9Ax9odGNVX2lUwt2Y-MhKDcilxZvGZxFeXeLuLU4HjdvkWfMybkpc9b__VPdYH102-DUu1G5nm55YU6bCNKy6Hhyphenhyphen8E8kMlaI/s320/IMG_4188.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJAbDKgwG6fGLbS_QYQzNA-ABy_6_TtTjuXE9sHMreNraFvXjqXMEG8UreNJHGtfrZtz69Mafp4vU607uZkWFqtPrpD9l1JuUkZrYNwpWfHDeua6PqrATWexaZQ5ycxNCgErHtptN/s1334/IMG_4203.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1334" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJAbDKgwG6fGLbS_QYQzNA-ABy_6_TtTjuXE9sHMreNraFvXjqXMEG8UreNJHGtfrZtz69Mafp4vU607uZkWFqtPrpD9l1JuUkZrYNwpWfHDeua6PqrATWexaZQ5ycxNCgErHtptN/s320/IMG_4203.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Zomfxg_SJtj0Zyr55fk6pA967IeuoO9xZ-pjgrh4x57Rh7lOIpN5Wyde64F7cVxzztK5WlHKwGBM31sCpDyy80Jp6BScSM2-XjOt_sBNUCcg2VqAQiOBvcUn204SWsd-xDiGl0Y0/s1334/IMG_4206.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1334" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Zomfxg_SJtj0Zyr55fk6pA967IeuoO9xZ-pjgrh4x57Rh7lOIpN5Wyde64F7cVxzztK5WlHKwGBM31sCpDyy80Jp6BScSM2-XjOt_sBNUCcg2VqAQiOBvcUn204SWsd-xDiGl0Y0/s320/IMG_4206.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">We also have been invited this weekend to participate in a demonstration at a fiddling workshop. That’s the only way I know to describe it. It is introducing the ukulele to students of violinist Jana Jae. </span></div><p></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-63103635299391223012021-07-07T06:20:00.001-05:002021-11-23T07:49:46.508-06:00A Summery Hodgepodge<p><br /></p>1. July 5th is National Hawaii Day...have you ever been to Hawaii? <div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">We visited Hawaii and Kauai in 2002, I think. <br /></span><br />Any desire to visit or make a return trip? </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">If someone would like to take me there, sure. Otherwise I’m fine with my memories from then. Jay and I had a wonderful time. We stayed at a beautiful Marriott resort and enjoyed seeing all the sights. We took the helicopter ride over the island, rode bicycles down Waimea canyon, saw the memorials for WWII and many other sights. I loved Kauai.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOydz8KFXkr-AYpPiHxmAfCC_JHtZarneZuypkJ4pD5Q9Z7AH-smGQHhRS2YrzoEgfNv-rRZSeYe5i6CZTTKMiU_UlSgYi6LRHHyN1s5D8lFLm8ZSALboIZQasKe9q9Qqs17eTsfK5/s1723/Hawaii+waterfalls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1723" data-original-width="1190" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOydz8KFXkr-AYpPiHxmAfCC_JHtZarneZuypkJ4pD5Q9Z7AH-smGQHhRS2YrzoEgfNv-rRZSeYe5i6CZTTKMiU_UlSgYi6LRHHyN1s5D8lFLm8ZSALboIZQasKe9q9Qqs17eTsfK5/w276-h400/Hawaii+waterfalls.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPjIV4ezbu3_g0GORjiTVIBq03uTc0piZ5uat1pugDZLh_ZjxTK9B5NXVO69s2h91FdFgDXOWz96t5enJjTJEIvNsAyBNO3pHQl8q7w4ObHgbUGfaY-cEz8zIVQr_TTd24u6c6yxE/s1733/Hawaii+helicopter+ride.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1163" data-original-width="1733" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPjIV4ezbu3_g0GORjiTVIBq03uTc0piZ5uat1pugDZLh_ZjxTK9B5NXVO69s2h91FdFgDXOWz96t5enJjTJEIvNsAyBNO3pHQl8q7w4ObHgbUGfaY-cEz8zIVQr_TTd24u6c6yxE/s320/Hawaii+helicopter+ride.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p></div><div><p class="MsoNormal">Pineapple, mango, or guava...what's your pleasure? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">Fresh
pineapple would be my favorite. <span lang="X-NONE" style="mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p>2. Last time you were 'thrown in at the deep end'? </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">This is a tough one for me. </span>Explain<span style="color: #2b00fe;">. The toughest thing for me in the last two years was the day Jay died. When I took him to the hospital, I had no idea that he would not be returning home with me.</span><br /><br />3. Sun, sea, sand, salt...your favorite when it comes to summer? <br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Maybe the sand in Sandestin, Florida. I love the sun when it isn’t beating you down during those hot Texas temps. Temperatures ranging from 65 to 85 are sun times that are more to my liking.<br /></span><br />4. Bury your head in the sand, the sands of time, draw a line in the sand, pound sand, shifting sands...pick one and tell us how the phrase currently relates to your life in some way. <br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">The sands of time. They’re going swiftly through the hourglass. The road ahead is shorter than the road behind now, (but the road behind holds such great memories). I’m thinking of a song:<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">The sands of time are sinking,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">the dawn of heaven breaks,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">the summer morn I've sighed for,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">the fair sweet morn awakes;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">dark, dark hath been the midnight,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">but dayspring is at hand,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">and glory, glory dwelleth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">in Emmanuel's land.*.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> 5. On a scale of 1-10 (1 = make your own rules and 10=like a warden), how strict were your parents? <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Make our own rules??? Ha!!! With my parents, probably an 8. We were quite sheltered, and also, because of our “religion”, there were a lot of rules. My mother made sure to see that we were able to partake in most things, but there were definitely lines drawn and rules. My Dad was more strict than Mom.</span></div><br />If you're a parent where on the scale do you land? <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I was stepparent to two, and when I thought my husband was too harsh or too lenient, I was free to share my opinion about what I thought and we would compromise on the rules for them. It was a fortunate thing that his children were such good kids, and it was easy to let them have freedom.</span></div><br />6. Insert your own random thought here. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My random thought is a little whiny today. But, at the same time, I’m also thankful. Since making my move to another state last year, I’ve completed the necessary details of things that had to be done, albeit with many challenges. I have fallen three times now in the past eight months. I took a fall last Fall and hurt my back, in February, I fell on the ice and broke my wrist, and two weeks ago, I fell in the shower while visiting family in Texas. I’m taking physical therapy for my wrist still, after five months, and now I’m trying to figure out what’s gonna happen with my knee.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">The reason I’m thankful, is that none of these falls occurred during the time I was taking care of my husband or when I was preparing for my move. I’ve pretty much been able to continue with most things, however, my pickle ball game is just going to have to wait another few months. I had one try at it a few weeks ago and really enjoyed it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Saving here a few photos of good times in the past few weeks. I went to Texas a couple of weeks ago. My trip to see the kids was cut a little short by the fall, but I had a good time anyway. Brady and I went to Grandscape in The Colony and we had burgers, he drove a race car at Andrettis, and we had ice cream after. Jack and Kate and I shopped around a little at Academy, and Kate in the second picture is holding one of the chickens she finally caught. Notice the chicken coop in the background Jason built. Amy is the one who cleans it out. </span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfCx1QrACOp6IHEWwwcPLe5QOiSjd2kzkCJpKsL4Xlxn8u9HQBsyJONWmhHRq26gtu-Pe-PSzDiB6FoUz3CAGLzrKdjhIuVxS6cZZtLIzd70JQpk9NZvDJoR1EsSUDPsZFHYOtsm8/s2048/IMG_3484.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfCx1QrACOp6IHEWwwcPLe5QOiSjd2kzkCJpKsL4Xlxn8u9HQBsyJONWmhHRq26gtu-Pe-PSzDiB6FoUz3CAGLzrKdjhIuVxS6cZZtLIzd70JQpk9NZvDJoR1EsSUDPsZFHYOtsm8/w300-h400/IMG_3484.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Goofy!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpWowAORTZEbr6z82sX4qOfvfp55ibNGoBJAO4gdc8Qf-_EFtwjjV7cYnwyL78vvLw-J22W2GrZYaoqoaW9fhYr84k-W3DjZPwYlzwpES1E0c0gcVzCDrsXlzwgQ2cogNkcxSfDyfQ/s2048/IMG_3488.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1410" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpWowAORTZEbr6z82sX4qOfvfp55ibNGoBJAO4gdc8Qf-_EFtwjjV7cYnwyL78vvLw-J22W2GrZYaoqoaW9fhYr84k-W3DjZPwYlzwpES1E0c0gcVzCDrsXlzwgQ2cogNkcxSfDyfQ/w275-h400/IMG_3488.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJnl18XVmF_LaNo-kTP3tog_GxN9JW1YJuAdZz8SxAhbq58ePNRxM1JNb0BlbiEclXMrRKex6LZF02P3FgEdelkDlpivoFZzxoHW7F7qzN9D3qIqeA-67AtmeL5RCPB1rs-8mnl2j/s2016/IMG_3498.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJnl18XVmF_LaNo-kTP3tog_GxN9JW1YJuAdZz8SxAhbq58ePNRxM1JNb0BlbiEclXMrRKex6LZF02P3FgEdelkDlpivoFZzxoHW7F7qzN9D3qIqeA-67AtmeL5RCPB1rs-8mnl2j/w400-h300/IMG_3498.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Noah went fishing with his Dad. Very nice fish!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhj1zNFRmqdroZQkcsCAXy97y67qAKP8e8LBJcqurjcSrSNqltQ004zEQxMpOKWDnFAbitoc-TIhZKtEgX4qbu-TddG9ipIWrr3bR-DL2a22MryB0oL6Iy1Hjpt8mqYLRklZPGOu9E/s960/IMG_3559.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhj1zNFRmqdroZQkcsCAXy97y67qAKP8e8LBJcqurjcSrSNqltQ004zEQxMpOKWDnFAbitoc-TIhZKtEgX4qbu-TddG9ipIWrr3bR-DL2a22MryB0oL6Iy1Hjpt8mqYLRklZPGOu9E/w400-h266/IMG_3559.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Brady is at camp! He is in the center.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOf2ltx0QH8zjg6V2hJd_axmyHowMnjcAHBNliVUqUWtZqEUgY0Z9hsTwPb_rl3PuFlIG_PcNmnJd3ECsYg2IhnJfeXSFz-2q351McvjY10NuSZrRyhfDUB307kCAmuNmAyAbhzoy/s2048/IMG_3320+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlOf2ltx0QH8zjg6V2hJd_axmyHowMnjcAHBNliVUqUWtZqEUgY0Z9hsTwPb_rl3PuFlIG_PcNmnJd3ECsYg2IhnJfeXSFz-2q351McvjY10NuSZrRyhfDUB307kCAmuNmAyAbhzoy/w400-h300/IMG_3320+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My life group met for fellowship at a local gelato place.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxzG829r5wtf8skaol0WmtNSSDtpgEKcS0BulDkgdNpryhZq0C6xczRDJfK5AyOqpxYrobIbGPeBj9AGty7ZkOr8F5xSrpr6hr8PllR3Qum9LLFyDh4L1gxL4gtKCN10cBeWBSfWE/s2048/IMG_3465.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgxzG829r5wtf8skaol0WmtNSSDtpgEKcS0BulDkgdNpryhZq0C6xczRDJfK5AyOqpxYrobIbGPeBj9AGty7ZkOr8F5xSrpr6hr8PllR3Qum9LLFyDh4L1gxL4gtKCN10cBeWBSfWE/w400-h300/IMG_3465.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Here are a few of the people in our uke group. There are 9 of us. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">We are beginning to get dates for "gigs" as the shutdown is over.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhFSMhBdsb_QdhouHMyV8HJ2gXlzMF5v_-gZdAJthjjLNa7Rsa62HsQZSPwFKyx30LfWB09tMe1zWgEkT2saEXtox1NQ61b4hNWdEF8h1LlgvR-5JleafJvAtej9BgujWqWyzzt5D/s2047/IMG_3469.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1143" data-original-width="2047" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfhFSMhBdsb_QdhouHMyV8HJ2gXlzMF5v_-gZdAJthjjLNa7Rsa62HsQZSPwFKyx30LfWB09tMe1zWgEkT2saEXtox1NQ61b4hNWdEF8h1LlgvR-5JleafJvAtej9BgujWqWyzzt5D/w400-h224/IMG_3469.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">A hat brunch with a few friends.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIXZKDAN5F_oe6HmDqmHF4K9WVc737F8gSxxENfGNJiBC5CpgFDGLI_By-U-_SO0-hJ_xF2jvmGNZVBE_95ndEVNBqmg3mltHBHISmn9fJ8vmrOfYPqFRInKBKwivVr9MwbGbbUpT/s2048/Greece+us+kissing.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1551" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIXZKDAN5F_oe6HmDqmHF4K9WVc737F8gSxxENfGNJiBC5CpgFDGLI_By-U-_SO0-hJ_xF2jvmGNZVBE_95ndEVNBqmg3mltHBHISmn9fJ8vmrOfYPqFRInKBKwivVr9MwbGbbUpT/s320/Greece+us+kissing.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">And I'm posting this pic because as I type this, today is International Kissing Day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">We always had a good time!</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> * </span></span><!--[endif]-->Samuel Rutherford and A.R. Cousins. 1857<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-66088063197740340082021-06-09T07:46:00.003-05:002021-11-23T07:50:15.831-06:00A "cute as a bug" Hodgepodge<p> </p><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">1. Something you've seen recently
that's “cuter than a June bug”? </span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b>I know it’s only an expression, but I
don’t see anything cute about a June bug. Maybe a lady bug. I might in the past
have thought the baby bunnies were cuter than a June bug, but not anymore since
they’re eating up my plants. My boss was named June and she was affectionately
referred to as "June Bug."<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b>But...to answer the question. I came across this picture in my iPad photos. It never fails to make me smile. I love this boy and he's much cuter than a June bug.</b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZC-2llgU4Yt7xzHgP6Zp5QlSFKGsbqAMLGKNTRFH2I3EOj1Jj7GsGe76N-f68CHkrUEzEOJQ-uY17UzVuH-aIQt_9klaptVSsiL_WeeuMMG7cAnn9dXcJFlUz2VL7-sWxdutnlklg/s960/IMG_3602.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZC-2llgU4Yt7xzHgP6Zp5QlSFKGsbqAMLGKNTRFH2I3EOj1Jj7GsGe76N-f68CHkrUEzEOJQ-uY17UzVuH-aIQt_9klaptVSsiL_WeeuMMG7cAnn9dXcJFlUz2VL7-sWxdutnlklg/w300-h400/IMG_3602.JPG" width="300" /></a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>He's 10 now.</i></div><i><b><br /></b></i><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">2. Tell us something about where you
were and what you were doing in June of 1988? If you weren't born yet, June of
1998. Or if that doesn't work, June of 2008. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b>Working as a paralegal in a law firm
during the week, keeping up with housework, and planning little trips with Jay
and kids on the weekends. We had so much fun in those summers. Turner Falls was
ice cold water, a sandy beach, and so refreshing on a hot summer day. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJ_p-RxjNZeeP0S5aXR8M2W3fTNzByFQSaEfQ68E1qL5aMZoCOQFvjVpYsbLzZuONMVuz2XWFpVvDScYZOPIPN0rR5jGoWmE_dG9pHLp_hde6CNIwvyNqCu6KbF-TAK4LP50Ig59c/s1528/Turner+Falls+Jay+and+me.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="1528" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJ_p-RxjNZeeP0S5aXR8M2W3fTNzByFQSaEfQ68E1qL5aMZoCOQFvjVpYsbLzZuONMVuz2XWFpVvDScYZOPIPN0rR5jGoWmE_dG9pHLp_hde6CNIwvyNqCu6KbF-TAK4LP50Ig59c/w400-h263/Turner+Falls+Jay+and+me.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW8PoUlZaZ3VWDk4t85g0lP7kcz5mE_Qpdm5r2q-i3QSJnaYHe13cbhXEI8cnLeOqcM8N_0-BuNgXDy4eef2knFZAojcEhnkrRt8UgwJ3Ug5_dL2gHiRjpXBRXiIcuViMH9piujz3/s1548/Turner+Falls+Jay+and+Sara.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1023" data-original-width="1548" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW8PoUlZaZ3VWDk4t85g0lP7kcz5mE_Qpdm5r2q-i3QSJnaYHe13cbhXEI8cnLeOqcM8N_0-BuNgXDy4eef2knFZAojcEhnkrRt8UgwJ3Ug5_dL2gHiRjpXBRXiIcuViMH9piujz3/w400-h264/Turner+Falls+Jay+and+Sara.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIWmoPeTXLQPNqc2TiqsrRLBK8wQIQZLHKotrFhu0cscmoQx_gFdL4AHPrmVkQZAqYOv-wWlJaA33-oZ3282hrZnXr8ALTYsSakIROzaXU44I27Stad7R6kNET9jxzh9hwOMlEXzR/s1519/Turner+Falls+me.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1023" data-original-width="1519" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIWmoPeTXLQPNqc2TiqsrRLBK8wQIQZLHKotrFhu0cscmoQx_gFdL4AHPrmVkQZAqYOv-wWlJaA33-oZ3282hrZnXr8ALTYsSakIROzaXU44I27Stad7R6kNET9jxzh9hwOMlEXzR/w400-h270/Turner+Falls+me.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Turner Falls, OK</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozUB55a4BlresT00epw-PzKufSMIcEY0b9OCQ5N2Vj46I5DyJP6gvwcFmNaA-76bTqvg27YPUMWxYI7aWWEgMa16H14yhBktdKJX79m_mvE9oOcKWYt_2VrSX9gY3i1NhXNfsJ9Up/s1523/S+Padre+Jay+Jason+me.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1010" data-original-width="1523" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhozUB55a4BlresT00epw-PzKufSMIcEY0b9OCQ5N2Vj46I5DyJP6gvwcFmNaA-76bTqvg27YPUMWxYI7aWWEgMa16H14yhBktdKJX79m_mvE9oOcKWYt_2VrSX9gY3i1NhXNfsJ9Up/w400-h265/S+Padre+Jay+Jason+me.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2ekk5f2UxKg6266lla8HueCxUmxAFXNnghcUZ_ldZ0R3o6REX0BRbe3X4WZW4st6SLf_TUycuJWnRcZxMHdJDdUdkyRKjNixW-FYzv7BwKHRkqFn-8O7aT34N2cuafDfPgBibR4m/s1528/S+Padre+us.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1023" data-original-width="1528" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2ekk5f2UxKg6266lla8HueCxUmxAFXNnghcUZ_ldZ0R3o6REX0BRbe3X4WZW4st6SLf_TUycuJWnRcZxMHdJDdUdkyRKjNixW-FYzv7BwKHRkqFn-8O7aT34N2cuafDfPgBibR4m/w400-h268/S+Padre+us.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">S. Padre Island, TX</div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">3. A place in your home or outdoor
space where you feel 'snug as a bug in a rug'? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b>Sitting under a blanket in my recliner
with my dog on my lap.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">4. June is National Fresh Fruits and
Vegetable Month. Do you normally get your 4-5 servings each day? No. What's
a favorite summer dish you make/serve/like to be served-ha! made with one of
your favorite summer fruits. A favorite summer dish made with a favorite summer
veg? How do you feel about cooking in the summer months? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b>I love poundcake served with strawberries
and whipped cream, or peach cobbler and ice cream, or warm blueberry sauce
served over vanilla bean ice cream. My favorite summer dish is made with
zucchini, yellow squash, onions, red, yellow and orange peppers, and cherry
tomatoes sautéed in butter and ginger until tender. I love this stuff. I don’t
mind cooking in the summer.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">5. Do you have a summer reading list?
If so share a title or two we can add to our own. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b>I just finished The Ocean Between Us, a
very sad fictionalized account of the true story of the deportation of 130,000
children to Australia during WWII. Here are a few on my reading list. If anyone
is interested in reviews, my friend has already read these and given her
reviews. The top of her list with the highest review is <u>The Last Green Valley</u> by
Mark Sullivan, which she rated 4.75. <o:p></o:p></b></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><u>Saturday Evening Girls Club</u>, written by
Jane Healey: set in early 1900's. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Also by Jane Healey, <u>Beantown
Girls</u>. Set in WW2. I enjoyed it and would rate it a 3.75<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua", serif;">I was on a roll here with Jane Healey,
so picked up her book called <u>The Secret Stealers.</u> Anna is a young
widow (set again in WW2) I liked this story And rate it a 4</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">6. Insert your own random thought
here. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 8.0pt; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 1.0in; margin-top: 0in; margin: 0in 1in 8pt 0.5in; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua",serif; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><i><b>There has been too much rain the past
few days for me to have made my trip to Texas, so that is put off for a couple
of weeks. Trying to schedule plans and coordinating with other people’s
calendars can be a little bit tricky. In the meantime, I’ll carry-on with
appointments and commitments made for the next two weeks.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-13790110274762822702021-06-02T06:44:00.002-05:002021-11-23T07:50:41.842-06:00Hodgepodge Wednesday <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">1. Besides the flag, tell us about something red, something white and something blue from your weekend.</span></div><div class="separator"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I wore one of my favorite white tops to church on Sunday, bought a blue and white tunic, and slept in animal print pjs with a red top. Friday and Saturday were beautiful perfect Spring weather with sunshine and lower 70's. The lawn man planted more shrubs for me (which included red roses), I had lunch with friends, church and then Memorial Day was cool and very rainy. I spent the morning working at the thrift shop and the rest of the day at home.</span></div><br />2. June is here and it's National Give A Bunch of Balloons Month. Who would you give a bunch to if you could? Tell us why.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Since our grandkids are past the "balloon delights", I would give bunches of balloons to the kiddos in my 4-5 year olds Sunday School Class. We will be having company later this month with four rowdy little ones, so it would be fun to give each of them a bunch of balloons. To all of them I would give the balloons simply for the joy it would bring!! (Although I really hate it when they let go and the balloon disappears to unreachable heights and then the delight is over!)</span></div><br />3. What are three adjectives you associate with the month of June? Something you're looking forward to this month?</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Sunshiny days, sweet summer evenings, beautiful blooming roses. I'm planning a trip to Texas next week although it looks like another rainy week both here and there. My nephew and his family will be coming through here on their way to Colorado, so I'm looking forward to seeing them. Our seniors group is having a "pickleball social" and I am looking forward to trying this with a group of beginners!</span></div><br />4. Tell us about a time (besides the obvious Corona answer) when you felt stuck in second gear.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I might be in second gear right now. Although I'm content and have plenty to do, it may be that I am expecting too much too quickly, especially knowing I've reached an age where we know without a doubt that time is precious. I'm longing to make close friends I can spend time with. I know, I know, it takes time. It took 50 years to grow the deep friendships I've left behind ... not really. They're still my friends ... they just aren't close by. So thankful they are only a phone call away.</span></div><br />5. Sum up your May in fifteen words or less. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My birthday month came and went too quickly for me, but May was still full of good things.<br /></span><br />6. Insert your own random thought(s) here.</div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li><span style="color: #2b00fe;">"Sunrise, sunset, swiftly go the years. One season following another, laden with happiness and tears!" </span></li><li><span style="color: #2b00fe;">A very random thought/confession here is I find myself eating way too much and also watching too much TV. </span></li><li><span style="color: #2b00fe;">And my dog knows there are bunnies living under our deck, so she wants to go out much more than she normally would. She thinks she can stare me down.</span></li></ol></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNwJ_EgA357W4AjlkS7eMWDPPcE3ckbD_0jDmulPTiDoG0jjM6l4O7mpNJrUGAZW6AzEIXuOv8hmWHQgEUMEdgSe0bCMmHAqB7VUbaL_KEt9iaduadhoiBN28l6fwcQKxjbg4YCmU/s2048/IMG_3391.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvNwJ_EgA357W4AjlkS7eMWDPPcE3ckbD_0jDmulPTiDoG0jjM6l4O7mpNJrUGAZW6AzEIXuOv8hmWHQgEUMEdgSe0bCMmHAqB7VUbaL_KEt9iaduadhoiBN28l6fwcQKxjbg4YCmU/s320/IMG_3391.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">She sits by the window waiting.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTaH-mnW54SeE_0c1KQHaDxKeusqyv4M_C6FePtYEbih9oQ6pC0j8zPChU81QbduhYbhj8FjTLoy9ReT9rbV3qdL8idpYAZyiBTaQfZLoBVLzVJHw34fHHJRoMnFWFTkgqwnSLZuT/s2048/IMG_3393.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYTaH-mnW54SeE_0c1KQHaDxKeusqyv4M_C6FePtYEbih9oQ6pC0j8zPChU81QbduhYbhj8FjTLoy9ReT9rbV3qdL8idpYAZyiBTaQfZLoBVLzVJHw34fHHJRoMnFWFTkgqwnSLZuT/s320/IMG_3393.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Then she moves on over a little to get closer to the door.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">She won't take her eyes off me until I let her outside.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Then she comes back in and expects a treat! </span></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYNRNOs8J3ic-b4LNyGXAZUXOunw3oN4uaSwvHw93f4C9jhY5a0ftKP-L7WZW5XzSCnwf2XCDHOJbkrG-wU-QaNA2YksRDwOqyL4QPX2ii-nogW_mWEwulJqtZC8DcB-K4fVZBM6p/s939/IMG_3375.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="939" data-original-width="750" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYNRNOs8J3ic-b4LNyGXAZUXOunw3oN4uaSwvHw93f4C9jhY5a0ftKP-L7WZW5XzSCnwf2XCDHOJbkrG-wU-QaNA2YksRDwOqyL4QPX2ii-nogW_mWEwulJqtZC8DcB-K4fVZBM6p/w512-h640/IMG_3375.JPG" width="512" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-44340154004734060502021-05-29T08:16:00.001-05:002021-11-23T07:51:27.655-06:00Saturday9 Sad Song<h3 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h3><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEzqWJ89W9AI24fufJVbEShyphenhyphenvaEhC86eDLAG94rsd9mHdTfUxAzrNVdg7tnHByNynVfyTpdhtLSiKXb8lzzxmKL7fH2f5Hvp8sC9CBvzNht-sjTZVlbjfCb3JiajBTifTczDy8coJ/s340/If_Youre_reading_this_McGraw.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="340" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEzqWJ89W9AI24fufJVbEShyphenhyphenvaEhC86eDLAG94rsd9mHdTfUxAzrNVdg7tnHByNynVfyTpdhtLSiKXb8lzzxmKL7fH2f5Hvp8sC9CBvzNht-sjTZVlbjfCb3JiajBTifTczDy8coJ/w200-h173/If_Youre_reading_this_McGraw.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Memorial Day is the federal holiday designated to honor American service people who died in battle. </div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">1) Memorial Day was introduced after the Civil War. War memorials, as well as graves of veterans, are to be decorated with flags and flowers this weekend in a show appreciation. Is there a war memorial in your neighborhood?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">It is not in my neighborhood, but it’s not too far from me in the downtown area of our city. I remember when I was 13, my dad took our family there to attend a Memorial Day service. I was too young to really appreciate the highly significant meaning that day. My dad had served in World War II, so it was very meaningful to him and he wanted to share that with us. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Closer to home is a War Memorial dedicated to the veterans of WWI. It is located in a cemetery.</span></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtStdZyr6QV0Xpvo3aXHiHP-1wr3UOtlXllCmyRSU7XKXkq0NONZLxFjYeli38yYQ9hwkRuGpsFwn0A8Jr6BoVSJXnHhE8n2q1S7Mt3TICz9FiZIQljhz19UMLtnpOxgrUU0XLJ65i/s400/war+memorial+1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="231" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtStdZyr6QV0Xpvo3aXHiHP-1wr3UOtlXllCmyRSU7XKXkq0NONZLxFjYeli38yYQ9hwkRuGpsFwn0A8Jr6BoVSJXnHhE8n2q1S7Mt3TICz9FiZIQljhz19UMLtnpOxgrUU0XLJ65i/s320/war+memorial+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEyXaZNR3_7aNpiVoWKXtMTkDsacA_WK0lPT58R8CsbyXpL3-Yqrq62X75qGBPH_09kEVMT0hm86EFBdWByTP4L5EqXN0UnKuOqbw1gyUjjIZ_Gvg5Xw3lZhWsCecHkc3wlnRX7C2/s400/war+memorial+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibEyXaZNR3_7aNpiVoWKXtMTkDsacA_WK0lPT58R8CsbyXpL3-Yqrq62X75qGBPH_09kEVMT0hm86EFBdWByTP4L5EqXN0UnKuOqbw1gyUjjIZ_Gvg5Xw3lZhWsCecHkc3wlnRX7C2/s320/war+memorial+2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />2) Here at Saturday 9, we regard everyone who served -- veterans and active military -- as heroes. Have you, or has anyone in your family, worn the uniform of our armed forces? We want to hear about them.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My dad served in the armed forces, both of my late husbands served, an uncle died in World War II, and both of my nephews have served. One of my nephews was an army ranger, in special forces, and a Green Beret. My other nephew was just promoted to major in the Army. I am proud and thankful for all of them and their willingness to serve.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0B4MueCMJeiF2gAMinm6wBe9yV-vf0rY_22yUaPata54DYAtY0i3sb_MBXF7lws2OGRkjS-TLJM3OV5bez7ggiqT1wh6m9XzXRSq3hD57U2yBPfBjXibWAiLCo9mEf8dARKRDR6s/s720/Chase+and+Billy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0B4MueCMJeiF2gAMinm6wBe9yV-vf0rY_22yUaPata54DYAtY0i3sb_MBXF7lws2OGRkjS-TLJM3OV5bez7ggiqT1wh6m9XzXRSq3hD57U2yBPfBjXibWAiLCo9mEf8dARKRDR6s/s320/Chase+and+Billy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">This is from several years ago.</span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3) Similarly, we're grateful to those who served on the front lines during the Covid 19 pandemic. Tell us about anyone you know who was an essential worker, a first responder or administered vaccines. They deserve a shout out, too!</div></div><div> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Yes, they certainly do. My niece and a couple of my cousins are registered nurses, and our son is a firefighter/paramedic. They all have served throughout the pandemic and I am proud of them also.</span></div></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N7TlFgHNlMxs9a0Kday0o0WAJsR0rHX59a4sLjT4W4xYQkwlSJcbbTVg60fk5ZM__0WCM1E1GZHE9hr34gCIO4n7D2DL9Lkf24Xx3WQOuBpWWpameIebbyfluAw8-V74YangnWCQ/s960/March+2014+156.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4N7TlFgHNlMxs9a0Kday0o0WAJsR0rHX59a4sLjT4W4xYQkwlSJcbbTVg60fk5ZM__0WCM1E1GZHE9hr34gCIO4n7D2DL9Lkf24Xx3WQOuBpWWpameIebbyfluAw8-V74YangnWCQ/s320/March+2014+156.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I like this pic of Jason. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">He's a happy guy when he's serving!</span></div><br />4) Memorial Day is the traditional kick off of the summer season. Have you packed away your winter clothes yet? </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My closet is roomy enough that it holds both my winter and summer and transitional clothes. <br /></span><br />5) What's your favorite picnic food? </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Probably fried chicken.<br /></span><br />6) As you answer these questions, is there a fan or an air conditioner cooling your room? </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Air conditioner; I seldom turn on the ceiling fans. <br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">7) This week's song is about a heartbreaking situation. The lyrics are a letter from a soldier to his family, which was only to be sent in the event of his death. What's the saddest song you have ever heard?</div></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">That’s a tough one, and there are several songs that are sad, but I can’t think of what would be the very saddest one I ever heard. Three that come to mind are: I Will Always Love You by Dolly Parton, He Stopped Loving Her Today sung by George Jones, and Silver Wings, sung by Merle Haggard. The song featured today is truly a very sad song and so true for so many. It is heartbreaking.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">8) This week's featured artist, Tim McGraw, has a star on Hollywood Walk of Fame. It's near those honoring William Shatner and Julie Andrews. If you could have lunch with one of those luminaries -- Tim McGraw, William Shatner or Julie Andrews -- which would you choose? </div></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Probably Tim McGraw. I think I could probably relate to him better than either of the other two, although having lunch with Julie Andrews might be nice. The Sound of Music was one of my favorite movies and we took a Sound of Music tour through Austria and Germany several years ago.</span></div><br />9) Random Question: Think of the last thing you bought. Was it a wise purchase? </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">The last thing I bought was two dwarf Alberta Spruces, a yew shrub and two crape myrtle bushes. Yes, I do believe it was a wise purchase as I need the shrubberies. They will all be planted tomorrow, along with a couple of rosebushes I bought.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-10820606981386852812021-05-22T09:16:00.004-05:002021-11-23T08:40:08.726-06:00<p><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></p><h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name" style="color: #323232; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 30px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; position: relative;"><a href="https://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/2021/05/the-way-you-look-tonight.html" style="background-color: white; color: #cb0098; text-decoration-line: none;">The Way You Look Tonight</a></h3><div class="post-header" style="color: #985454; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 14.72px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1em;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1087830421537152147" itemprop="description articleBody" style="line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 558px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15.456px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #323232; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9o9NTDqVjsD3k4Jp7KAkF3XvXouSOVcYQH67l1aJSdCV4hkBSPfM7qwg0tf28H4HGUpvZSG9TBsVmKk60j24ZWwjpLxbwXmDyWsMNe2_uGOaXgHQe2FV8a5zaZoqK7-KmnewdggIuCP7L/s614/Screen+Shot+2021-01-16+at+7.15.42+PM.png" style="clear: left; color: #cb0098; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration-line: none;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="603" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9o9NTDqVjsD3k4Jp7KAkF3XvXouSOVcYQH67l1aJSdCV4hkBSPfM7qwg0tf28H4HGUpvZSG9TBsVmKk60j24ZWwjpLxbwXmDyWsMNe2_uGOaXgHQe2FV8a5zaZoqK7-KmnewdggIuCP7L/w196-h200/Screen+Shot+2021-01-16+at+7.15.42+PM.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: none; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5) 1px 1px 5px; padding: 8px; position: relative;" width="196" /></a></div></span></span></span><p><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">The Way You Look Tonight (1936)<br /></span><br /></p><div style="text-align: justify;">1) The lyrics tell us that no matter how low the singer feels, it will raise his spirits to recall the way his lover looks tonight. Share a special moment in your life that brings a smile to your lips, no matter what.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><div style="text-align: justify;">The evening of November 7, 1987, dancing with my DH two months after having met, the dance we danced and looks we exchanged as we both realized we were "in love!"</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2) This song was introduced by Fred Astaire in the 1936 movie, Swing Time. It won the Oscar for Best Song. What's your favorite movie song? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">There are so many wonderful movie songs, it is hard to pick one. But Exodus! is a great one! And Anthony Burger is FANTASTIC! with it.</span></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1087830421537152147" itemprop="description articleBody" style="font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 558px;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1087830421537152147" itemprop="description articleBody" style="line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 558px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Pv3pOP2GkKM" width="320" youtube-src-id="Pv3pOP2GkKM"></iframe></div><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #323232; font-family: "Times New Roman", Times, FreeSerif, serif; font-size: 15.456px;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div>3) Though today Fred is revered as a Hollywood legend, producers had to be convinced to give him a shot. The initial notes on his screen test were: "Can't act. Slightly bald. Also dances." Tell us about a time when someone underestimated you.<br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">That's a tough one. I may not be able to answer it, but the first thing that comes to mind was my God-given strength to do what needed to be done after the initial shock of my husband's death had worn off. And second, when I surprised the kids with my water skiing at age 70. Woo-hoo! It had been many years since I had water-skied, but I guess you don't forget that.<br /></span> <br /><div style="text-align: justify;">4) Fred's legion of fans includes Jackie Chan. The martial arts star says Astaire's movies influenced the way he choreographed the Kung Fu fight sequences in his films. Mr. Chan is one of the most popular film stars in the world. Have you seen any of his movies? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">NO</span>!</div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">5) Fred was always fascinated by new things. In the 1970s, when he was in his late 70s, he took up skateboarding and became so good at it he was awarded life membership in the National Skateboard Society. Have you been skateboarding? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">No, but I did attempt the hover board and stayed on long enough to know it's not my thing.</span> If not, is it something you're tempted to try? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">I am no longer interested in anything that might cause a fall or broken bone. Still waiting for my wrist to be back to normal.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">6) Fred's friends were amused by his passion for daytime soap operas. In the days before video recording, he would call home from the club house at the golf course and ask his maid what had happened that day on his favorite "story," As the World Turns. Is there a show you try not to miss?</div><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Call the Midwife ... or just about any BBC or Masterpiece series.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">7) In 1936, the year this song was popular, the US patent office issued a patent for the Zippo lighter. Beginning in WWII and for decades after, Zippo lighters were issued to our soldiers. During the Vietnam War, troops had their lighters engraved with personal mottos. What's something you have had engraved or personalized?</div><br /></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-1087830421537152147" itemprop="description articleBody" style="line-height: 1.5; position: relative; width: 558px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My Bible has my name on it. What did it say? When I was cleaning and uncluttering to get ready for my move, I found my Grandad's Zippo lighter which had his name engraved on it. Our grandson, Noah, thought it was very cool and asked if he could have it. There was no fluid in it and his Mom said fine, so I gave it to him.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">8) Also in 1936, a killer tornado struck Tupelo, MS. Have you ever been in a tornado? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">No, but they have come close. </span>How about a hurricane or an earthquake? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">No, and I hope I never do.</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">9) Random question -- We're creating an action figure of YOU. What two accessories should we be sure to include in the box? <span style="color: #2b00fe;">Hmmmm! A Bible and a journal with pen!</span></div></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-19931590721029356232021-05-21T09:43:00.000-05:002021-05-21T09:43:02.074-05:00Friday Fotos<p>I hope this finds everyone finding joy in this day! My week has been filled with it and so looking forward to what today and the weekend might bring. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Sunday's joy was the enJOYment we experienced as we sang for the residents at a local assisted living/nursing home. My sister-in-law, Susan, my brother Phil, a friend MaryBeth and I sang to the group as we were accompanied by another member of the uke group, who played piano. The songs were lively, old staples that we are all familiar with, such as Standing on the Promises, Leaning on the Everlasting Arms, and others. The residents' expressions of their enjoyment was evident on their faces and they all asked us to please come back again. They told us of their experience being "held prisoner" in their rooms during Covid. What a pleasure it was for them to be "let loose!" They were so excited to be "set free" that even a ride around town in the van was a vacation for them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89KBEjzofBNBcpPjjtxQgfBSWPbzwmy3f-2YgbEgxGLxtEfYz4PtSqUR1nhe4lUsDt4LRGMvXd_M7YcuPCXe4oycV3UkWF3KyAIVYvxYUjA9XGjwbwyxlMrZa1BFYfQi_hyfxASTd/s640/IMG_3370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89KBEjzofBNBcpPjjtxQgfBSWPbzwmy3f-2YgbEgxGLxtEfYz4PtSqUR1nhe4lUsDt4LRGMvXd_M7YcuPCXe4oycV3UkWF3KyAIVYvxYUjA9XGjwbwyxlMrZa1BFYfQi_hyfxASTd/s320/IMG_3370.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6waHeePvojSUDeuEbn4wE3wNV651DlmbUiYtTNrYWQtk47nr1QHzPGPuY-lyTxITVxHqQvNkm4-_3gBCAn0fxeyE859HTRinQWhoW6RL51wwmt_nwJE7iTkC4-NKEoY6NZ5jpAs5/s640/IMG_3371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6waHeePvojSUDeuEbn4wE3wNV651DlmbUiYtTNrYWQtk47nr1QHzPGPuY-lyTxITVxHqQvNkm4-_3gBCAn0fxeyE859HTRinQWhoW6RL51wwmt_nwJE7iTkC4-NKEoY6NZ5jpAs5/s320/IMG_3371.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdNidwXHtwAbUwhPGA2WoF6OyKs73usq5kZ621NqO_OGsHMcy64RlHANQWyewoeK8RuoTca4QssP7rPRPdoZUf3MV-ci8x0uR_Zyrqm-6qkBQNf8pDaLvYsr5wks8UjhzP4c1fXdN/s640/IMG_3372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdNidwXHtwAbUwhPGA2WoF6OyKs73usq5kZ621NqO_OGsHMcy64RlHANQWyewoeK8RuoTca4QssP7rPRPdoZUf3MV-ci8x0uR_Zyrqm-6qkBQNf8pDaLvYsr5wks8UjhzP4c1fXdN/s320/IMG_3372.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">In between Sunday and yesterday were times of learning and playing a new card game called Hand and Foot, a visit to the doctor's office, running errands, buying groceries, and so forth. Thursday was busy with exercise, a senior fellowship time of playing games and pot luck luncheon. Our speaker was the lady, a/k/a Master Gardener, who has helped me with my yard work. She is such a sweet and helpful lady and very knowledgeable.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Then, following our senior luncheon at church, our T-Town Uke Group was invited to go visit a very sweet lady named Marian. Marian is a woman of long time residency among us as she will be 101 in August! Marian may be bound to her chair due to recent knee surgery, but her spirit is lively and we sang for her enjoyment for over an hour. She wasn't ready for us to leave, but we did after promising to return to sing again for her. What fun we had and it made me tear up as I watched her face and thinking of all the myriad life experiences she has had since her birth in 1921! And, after having had knee surgery and being placed in a rehab facility, she contracted Covid and survived!!! WOW!! As my DH would say, "what a woman!!" Here are a few pics from yesterday.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9aSE7J5OTxwkyC3B_1DcPhkPxVW2ObEod7SD9glg4d22yfOUFQAOIa0zj9pUQs8IbOhz7zTy4dDtaupL7iFXVoPvReYU_0ZxlA4SnJH0YRsIJq95jRA_M-4fzgfB9fOxAX5mMM5l/s1024/IMG_3360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_9aSE7J5OTxwkyC3B_1DcPhkPxVW2ObEod7SD9glg4d22yfOUFQAOIa0zj9pUQs8IbOhz7zTy4dDtaupL7iFXVoPvReYU_0ZxlA4SnJH0YRsIJq95jRA_M-4fzgfB9fOxAX5mMM5l/s320/IMG_3360.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_l9MeX34oHV_Kum3OGko7qasi9XipaLTdBOvppPt5JTS-EVihtjMLMWgowxH5Q7-oD7nwddUwPuXGB_Cnn60ymheMgGY9t_3OTyc5ySDu0dcxvQJPZsDBDBxndflZfufH-vkzQqb/s1024/IMG_3362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_l9MeX34oHV_Kum3OGko7qasi9XipaLTdBOvppPt5JTS-EVihtjMLMWgowxH5Q7-oD7nwddUwPuXGB_Cnn60ymheMgGY9t_3OTyc5ySDu0dcxvQJPZsDBDBxndflZfufH-vkzQqb/s320/IMG_3362.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzO8ppw7ZfNayf_rdaLLu9hu7fe5zfvXjFN4POAlXVQdOcyITkwWlFAJR5fAD7KHie8TMH-d0th4gw7CEQv3xRbcWeIV17DEcv_mlgMgl0FFERl71jHCe0rGYnD8MitO2GnJg80tvm/s1024/IMG_3363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzO8ppw7ZfNayf_rdaLLu9hu7fe5zfvXjFN4POAlXVQdOcyITkwWlFAJR5fAD7KHie8TMH-d0th4gw7CEQv3xRbcWeIV17DEcv_mlgMgl0FFERl71jHCe0rGYnD8MitO2GnJg80tvm/w400-h300/IMG_3363.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">And after waiting all week and tracking my package, it finally arrived last evening. Then, I had a heck of a time getting it through the door and out of the box. Actually, after giving up last night, I finally was able to get it out this morning and set it up. I've read the instructions and look forward to cooking my dinner this evening in my new:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEmnuEYNlDjb2enbV6w3s8A32wu3a2ExnKBKYJrUscy9t4UeBWklJb5DA93vm4BP1i8idlm-if6OiO-QsN_RRqvk9THOYx5OuoGOHTOQm-P5lxXoDuQWu7ey5Lo85CvIzAerIigDC/s2048/IMG_3368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEmnuEYNlDjb2enbV6w3s8A32wu3a2ExnKBKYJrUscy9t4UeBWklJb5DA93vm4BP1i8idlm-if6OiO-QsN_RRqvk9THOYx5OuoGOHTOQm-P5lxXoDuQWu7ey5Lo85CvIzAerIigDC/s320/IMG_3368.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0nfDv0au0Fb5yP5VZPkvV5ID_kaoFW3gE6pacceYqifne3kedUkss5vTykozxXxuM3pCFcos8faYCTLiGKATBCiKaQLoKHcyKFMIYaVOGkitXrnw32nLLKZl9xn2FS2wSROq9tLZ/s2048/IMG_3369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0nfDv0au0Fb5yP5VZPkvV5ID_kaoFW3gE6pacceYqifne3kedUkss5vTykozxXxuM3pCFcos8faYCTLiGKATBCiKaQLoKHcyKFMIYaVOGkitXrnw32nLLKZl9xn2FS2wSROq9tLZ/s320/IMG_3369.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">I guess I will take the old, gently used, Air Fryer, and the even older, much used toaster oven to the thrift shop with me on Monday!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!</p><p><br /></p>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-88960884279860485032021-05-19T06:43:00.003-05:002021-11-23T10:22:49.739-06:00A Wishful Hodgepodge<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">1. Realist, idealist, optimist, pessimist...which one are you? Elaborate.</span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I think I am all of these things at different times depending upon which topic or situation we’re dealing with. Overall, I think I’m a realist and see things the way they are, but I’m always optimistic that they could change.<br /></span><br />2. What's something currently on your wish list? <br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Large pots to put my roses in. And more flowers. </span></span><div><span style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">3. Three things on this week's shopping list? </span><div><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">A new hose, a shovel, and flower pots.<br /></span><br />4. According to <a href="https://www.tripadvisor.com/TravelersChoice-Experiences-cTop_Experiences-g191">Trip Advisor</a> here's a list of the top ten things to do in the US this summer-<br />Chicago Architecture River Cruise, Skip the Line Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island Tour, New York In A Day guided sightseeing tour, Charleston's Old South Historic Horse and Carriage tour, Grand Canyon helicopter tour, Full day iconic sights of LA, Beverly Hills, Beaches and more, D.C. at Dusk guided night tour, Beneath the Streets Underground History tour (Seattle), New Orleans Swamp and Bayou Boat tour, Gangsters and Ghosts tour in Chicago...read more about each excursion <a href="https://www.tripadvisor.com/TravelersChoice-Experiences-cTop_Experiences-g191">in the link here.</a> <br /><br />Of the ten attractions listed which do you find most appealing? Have you already experienced anything on this list? <br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">We did the Statue of Liberty and Ellis island tour and New York in a day back in 2003. It was really fun and very moving. (And now I'm puzzled wondering where those pictures have gotten off to.)<br /></span><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">We also did the DC at dusk guided night tour in 2015, which was very moving to see the memorials just before sundown. </span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODtw33LS5FQO0ysGEA2dUKqkeon1G0Tah29KZcjcSTNNRDObbYJblZJGyB6rirNF6fKdjDYCS_FclIlk6jTcKjQ2BnxOKd3m17FGIPUnQ0oBgd2qXPDt9VdlQS3CiD_CdhCwd7yoA/s2048/Washington+DC+May+2015+%252834%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODtw33LS5FQO0ysGEA2dUKqkeon1G0Tah29KZcjcSTNNRDObbYJblZJGyB6rirNF6fKdjDYCS_FclIlk6jTcKjQ2BnxOKd3m17FGIPUnQ0oBgd2qXPDt9VdlQS3CiD_CdhCwd7yoA/s320/Washington+DC+May+2015+%252834%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV87bKnV-jbdw_yRlEQBGsL_pTuhFOr1jpvN2JrrEmxDMrJ5AbtZuBah2C1Pj6voDI22k8uU1TqCpJWG56I6LYkhvye85bL3s5rFuI1wuNbbDWFAfZq4U-BwJKJ4KPrmHO4MJP8DCR/s2048/Washington+DC+May+2015+%252835%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV87bKnV-jbdw_yRlEQBGsL_pTuhFOr1jpvN2JrrEmxDMrJ5AbtZuBah2C1Pj6voDI22k8uU1TqCpJWG56I6LYkhvye85bL3s5rFuI1wuNbbDWFAfZq4U-BwJKJ4KPrmHO4MJP8DCR/s320/Washington+DC+May+2015+%252835%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSqVH3B-scOtdS72XEhPKD4zW0rqBVxje0jQyiEmnydgaTMsyN7LHCCSmczmZ0A2I5bUUlETojeh6WL2nHHLnKvu431bQR3vq8UAkodyUYaYvMQ6fTHx5UTarta-nWvrIt9QQYzx5/s2048/Washington+DC+May+2015+%252837%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRSqVH3B-scOtdS72XEhPKD4zW0rqBVxje0jQyiEmnydgaTMsyN7LHCCSmczmZ0A2I5bUUlETojeh6WL2nHHLnKvu431bQR3vq8UAkodyUYaYvMQ6fTHx5UTarta-nWvrIt9QQYzx5/s320/Washington+DC+May+2015+%252837%2529.JPG" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I’m also pretty sure we did the Beneath the Streets Underground history tour in Seattle back in 1987. Events from that period of time or a little bit of a blur, but I am 99% positive that we did that.<br /><br />I think of all the things on that list I would be interested in doing the Charleston horse and carriage historic tour. When we were there, we did a walking tour.<br /></span><br />5. Besides home and work where do you spend the most time? <br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Well, I’m not working at this time, so my guess is I am spending more time at our church. I do get to spend a good deal of time with others, so being at home alone is not so bad. There is always somebody to talk to.<br /></span><br />6. Insert your own random thought here. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Due to Covid, and my broken wrist, I’ve spent a lot of time at home and am a little embarrassed to say I have watched too much TV. I don’t watch Netflix, I love PBS, Amazon prime, and BritBox. BritBox may be my favorite as there are so many good series there. One interesting thing I’ve noticed in a series called The Royal is that several of their plot lines I have seen dealt with in Call the Midwife over the years. I love Call the Midwife, and both the series take place in England during the 1960s. They are both dealing with medical issues of those times. I am really enjoying The Royal because it has humor, drama and lots of 60s music. It's also fun to listen to their British accent.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Happy to have finally gotten some of the shrubs planted and there are some day lilies blooming. I love roses and Costco had some petite knockouts, so I picked those up to put in pots out back where I can enjoy them and they will get lots of sun!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCG9WIFgkRr9KOim-8-7sd0XRbo2l_zOPxhZ2XCvq79nZvsh_RQEPPw-jqU7GAbiovnUYZ4OKB6gbvXqND5tK9DFD1_KA0g_hbjR4n4Qt9EjVSF2TfpAkImGt-M9_m91cuAattzwEU/s2048/IMG_3339.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCG9WIFgkRr9KOim-8-7sd0XRbo2l_zOPxhZ2XCvq79nZvsh_RQEPPw-jqU7GAbiovnUYZ4OKB6gbvXqND5tK9DFD1_KA0g_hbjR4n4Qt9EjVSF2TfpAkImGt-M9_m91cuAattzwEU/s320/IMG_3339.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Grow little shrubs, grow.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiru1jvYmAI6eBgxsfCHOGw73V6XCZLTE7P9TpcYdCGMCwejxSx5Lw_bZye6pq4NVCQ1Vrc1FMbsCpu1tArtx-iwS-hCJ0wahYvhBRe5dQi_6yI8BhQCN3fuvcl4M9I3mLdI9rr6Bht/s320/IMG_3349.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The roses are indeed petite.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyuWygRIt1IYDYKUB4d8XRYdC0axg8oBXKgaKW7MuS3g2HdeUvwW3Qo5A4Ld362frnfTQ-WSA08OI62IPdB21l-DVlAfDh5H-pjt_TMb-HcR16aSLkbP_ZOHZmAwihbD-dF8HYAjW/s2048/IMG_3350+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyuWygRIt1IYDYKUB4d8XRYdC0axg8oBXKgaKW7MuS3g2HdeUvwW3Qo5A4Ld362frnfTQ-WSA08OI62IPdB21l-DVlAfDh5H-pjt_TMb-HcR16aSLkbP_ZOHZmAwihbD-dF8HYAjW/w300-h400/IMG_3350+%25281%2529.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love these!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8U37SybxX-79kPKvwfE8uLEfmqcDgED5tj-sUc49Kd88ygUCD3jKGYPHAcmfx-mfLp7kEpkjA2PnEDqsZvFIzoms7rUi9YRJ30Lo2mHY5ZVYusBVT7LQIApKEK0vtSCWZLFZEUGl/s2048/IMG_3351.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8U37SybxX-79kPKvwfE8uLEfmqcDgED5tj-sUc49Kd88ygUCD3jKGYPHAcmfx-mfLp7kEpkjA2PnEDqsZvFIzoms7rUi9YRJ30Lo2mHY5ZVYusBVT7LQIApKEK0vtSCWZLFZEUGl/w300-h400/IMG_3351.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlg5Jqlsx04c5kfz_H_0_BSOA9DB3fYfN5pc_7Rf89wS9hyhDWjyJei4OajSr3J1hbqtWTsH03HvVS2AKMAxSVMQh1lM7wt4lhKJrROMnEA1T2K4DnMg9ghphyo9ts1Vsfs1pj4iz/s2048/IMG_3352+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlg5Jqlsx04c5kfz_H_0_BSOA9DB3fYfN5pc_7Rf89wS9hyhDWjyJei4OajSr3J1hbqtWTsH03HvVS2AKMAxSVMQh1lM7wt4lhKJrROMnEA1T2K4DnMg9ghphyo9ts1Vsfs1pj4iz/s320/IMG_3352+%25281%2529.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And more to come!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-11106896612653237262021-05-14T19:34:00.008-05:002021-05-15T07:32:02.433-05:00Friday Fotos <p style="text-align: justify;">I remember in the past linking with someone for Friday Fotos, but if I remember correctly, it was discontinued. Anyway, I am posting photos today of the house that I moved into back in September. There have been many events happen between then and now, and I still haven't finished doing the things I should be doing, but life is happening and who really cares if I get all the pictures hung? Right? But Pamela asked me to share some photos of my house so this morning I went through quickly and took pics. I don't know how those photographers who style homes for sale get such amazing pictures ... it certainly isn't possible with an iPhone!</p><p>I posted a couple of pictures last week of my <a href="http://nonniesmemories.blogspot.com/2021/05/where-living-is-easy.html">living room</a>. When you first enter my house, the dining room is to the left.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbPOefwADMjXh5PXMaYzlB7Al11627xRSZ-liQ-uYRQ8hIDhzWZfxL00Fkz1m0IzpJCEDWsC-9do38ger8ncyN1jhaV6vKcuSAJHu8XQRvXvkudYZNTUwlzMBINsnwPqIm6vJnd_Q/s2048/IMG_3327.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixbPOefwADMjXh5PXMaYzlB7Al11627xRSZ-liQ-uYRQ8hIDhzWZfxL00Fkz1m0IzpJCEDWsC-9do38ger8ncyN1jhaV6vKcuSAJHu8XQRvXvkudYZNTUwlzMBINsnwPqIm6vJnd_Q/s320/IMG_3327.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEH0mcktRW-Nvup4qk0R53OuQIszSZhJMTUTgjdzn7FBs_Fr-7zwAhZRmd7fP_qkBpS9-HcKjeEarjwbVIy3Wde07GKjpPpTICAylexlG6vjEMhOjeu9WT9k68rfjdBWEf5R7EpDG/s2048/IMG_3328.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEH0mcktRW-Nvup4qk0R53OuQIszSZhJMTUTgjdzn7FBs_Fr-7zwAhZRmd7fP_qkBpS9-HcKjeEarjwbVIy3Wde07GKjpPpTICAylexlG6vjEMhOjeu9WT9k68rfjdBWEf5R7EpDG/w400-h300/IMG_3328.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The doorway you see in the pic above leads to my little kitchen and breakfast area.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnjsOUjwc0JJlv1ammqh366vUjXbYWa83tSanVXEtXBlyJMWqDbv8x97h7YbCfAcf-7Ye3v2exK6s16rnnx6Yr5qQcXkJYlYIg6vuhKk3fqB6TfPoyLABmZ9ZKz6CfkXLUOY5BB1B/s2048/IMG_3308.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVnjsOUjwc0JJlv1ammqh366vUjXbYWa83tSanVXEtXBlyJMWqDbv8x97h7YbCfAcf-7Ye3v2exK6s16rnnx6Yr5qQcXkJYlYIg6vuhKk3fqB6TfPoyLABmZ9ZKz6CfkXLUOY5BB1B/s320/IMG_3308.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeXoE-23tl-i3-IFcubS3YyFbfeNRsGxN5nJfsU00XRfdopaoYZz8lR8bWNp195K0A_DKhqR4iIbGUnU4Uk0HTVdb__M0-dp4D-kzKDMBws6dhF90wW7mFbWXfkULjo_bG0C1lTrR/s2048/IMG_3311.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoeXoE-23tl-i3-IFcubS3YyFbfeNRsGxN5nJfsU00XRfdopaoYZz8lR8bWNp195K0A_DKhqR4iIbGUnU4Uk0HTVdb__M0-dp4D-kzKDMBws6dhF90wW7mFbWXfkULjo_bG0C1lTrR/s320/IMG_3311.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the downstairs guest bedroom.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUTQumDWFTHfK8Kspb_ZLdx4Xe7bgKNNg2x5iaNp2KwXo6vCzrPXHLrthd2ohEp_ObTT4gNyb1k4r0kBDwTQHlw2tjt4rrDCFFoY3xtF2qQuWna3HsaVH1Y9V8Egw7hOt2y1ZyyRHI/s2048/IMG_3312.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2Lxe-4Y_eT1yLLVphsLgSVGyqgdnG2MqEawP_TX3PTDjmrjYkrY1x3fNxeUbb3Mo1TRqcg8LnrBrvonrblNpKzaakX55SbwRtL6v5dJS_Ri2qEnQPgI8dE-p_0Iqrq-YAbjPGaO-/s2048/IMG_3314.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo2Lxe-4Y_eT1yLLVphsLgSVGyqgdnG2MqEawP_TX3PTDjmrjYkrY1x3fNxeUbb3Mo1TRqcg8LnrBrvonrblNpKzaakX55SbwRtL6v5dJS_Ri2qEnQPgI8dE-p_0Iqrq-YAbjPGaO-/s320/IMG_3314.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and guest bath</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfqlOC9CIJDVeCD2eE82YxXubM6kFCGPA4E7au4aPuJ0qwB_D4xoEFZ6c-zFH-0mC5H2_BNWckJ8ZT4KUR5Ex0-StMHLyKp3aZEgn_P-93_LImEe6MMEBJ5TGhDtxPI9Rq_tkwKhG/s2048/IMG_3329.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfqlOC9CIJDVeCD2eE82YxXubM6kFCGPA4E7au4aPuJ0qwB_D4xoEFZ6c-zFH-0mC5H2_BNWckJ8ZT4KUR5Ex0-StMHLyKp3aZEgn_P-93_LImEe6MMEBJ5TGhDtxPI9Rq_tkwKhG/s320/IMG_3329.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the upstairs guest bedroom.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd29ogqWWgViDBdKtL9cfojAsAQt5X4VhwyOH1a7isCTLjpyQi-bKYKJGeRCXv-RpLTKFd-ymsQnpSc_TfgpfKRPVkMW-G7OAaUEOZMWiHmGH2pnwTn9hc1Lf_Kx4l-3n0gf5HXlqA/s2048/IMG_3330.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd29ogqWWgViDBdKtL9cfojAsAQt5X4VhwyOH1a7isCTLjpyQi-bKYKJGeRCXv-RpLTKFd-ymsQnpSc_TfgpfKRPVkMW-G7OAaUEOZMWiHmGH2pnwTn9hc1Lf_Kx4l-3n0gf5HXlqA/s320/IMG_3330.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It also has a full size bath, but I didn't take a pic of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's very nice, though.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1bKZ7N8-kkKCdF7-oFEFLPv5n-2lNQiJ2NEQCVtkMLIYPjL2iMl_cnxuUHA-o3vXF9JKIhnzwOzyIFNEML5tSRyZu-7RTAqarbq2NLsti54PFtVcF5vVMWkXg_ai_8bXRk4fyG_X/s2048/IMG_3331.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1bKZ7N8-kkKCdF7-oFEFLPv5n-2lNQiJ2NEQCVtkMLIYPjL2iMl_cnxuUHA-o3vXF9JKIhnzwOzyIFNEML5tSRyZu-7RTAqarbq2NLsti54PFtVcF5vVMWkXg_ai_8bXRk4fyG_X/s320/IMG_3331.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a large walk-in attic from the </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">upstairs bedroom. The other walk-in attic has</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the AC unit and hot water heater, insulation,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ducts, etc. all that necessary stuff.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfjsPRKM_DkfaIlM5RF1CymKuPHdSGkxrQtXqdihB2OhZwO1u8Vxv9_t6zVxCPkm_QwylDGWCq_SoVDMwewIrAggzW3lJbiLt73SYgOCS4sKwSMsvTS7nkJv6bULMpuxeuSB7MXGk/s2048/IMG_3318.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmfjsPRKM_DkfaIlM5RF1CymKuPHdSGkxrQtXqdihB2OhZwO1u8Vxv9_t6zVxCPkm_QwylDGWCq_SoVDMwewIrAggzW3lJbiLt73SYgOCS4sKwSMsvTS7nkJv6bULMpuxeuSB7MXGk/s320/IMG_3318.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is my bedroom.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJARSn-_jgCad2_7Gv-s4Zd1DGn5Kzo123UIdjzbRem56tDLDO8npWFLHB7GqW-sxyDQwEbg7tif7yy4va9Eyo-hQRlKxiKM9KjaTFlO_-uiLyJbsLQZiJOv26nVREcH7rmYidoICP/s2048/IMG_3319.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJARSn-_jgCad2_7Gv-s4Zd1DGn5Kzo123UIdjzbRem56tDLDO8npWFLHB7GqW-sxyDQwEbg7tif7yy4va9Eyo-hQRlKxiKM9KjaTFlO_-uiLyJbsLQZiJOv26nVREcH7rmYidoICP/s320/IMG_3319.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The entertainment center in the bedroom is housing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">my printer and supplies are in the drawers.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaJ1d-Yc_n_5_yqrFdUa6BDFxGUjI-wmi7bF0PmtySj5TyXEolmoQH8DbFjaxlHxsXGxeujPxllKAuy4SpbH0hUjd6PNvmUKShvva3ywEAMRZfqCP2ZoTvA8uz-s0rg4qQj3PNUJt/s2048/IMG_3320.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaJ1d-Yc_n_5_yqrFdUa6BDFxGUjI-wmi7bF0PmtySj5TyXEolmoQH8DbFjaxlHxsXGxeujPxllKAuy4SpbH0hUjd6PNvmUKShvva3ywEAMRZfqCP2ZoTvA8uz-s0rg4qQj3PNUJt/s320/IMG_3320.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My large and somewhat messy closet.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZEfBsoF5OV7cE33vXA2uewEhcvAkfqCGVQ1CtqYCymGS3ExUXY5WoHyWNOAfOkQ-w0aup70uj_D_7RtB0ce0LIGVWIqek6Zkj8AzTTI6Pt6kHKVAAmP4EgbLTC-1EFWaRI0E6SFf/s2048/IMG_3321.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZEfBsoF5OV7cE33vXA2uewEhcvAkfqCGVQ1CtqYCymGS3ExUXY5WoHyWNOAfOkQ-w0aup70uj_D_7RtB0ce0LIGVWIqek6Zkj8AzTTI6Pt6kHKVAAmP4EgbLTC-1EFWaRI0E6SFf/s320/IMG_3321.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The guest bedroom also has a closet like this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My brother says he has "closet envy."</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0lk_LouRfow5hgoetaoBAAMm6TovWAIrN1TAUyL6ZRZmsXJlMV7ygbgBXiL184H5gx4dMr9T-064xMOcZbVRLBNWe1t-uq6qz_HE4jEh_7Jr4mmF9vkAPRjMxU3CWZHuQ-CwBRo_/s2048/IMG_3326.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0lk_LouRfow5hgoetaoBAAMm6TovWAIrN1TAUyL6ZRZmsXJlMV7ygbgBXiL184H5gx4dMr9T-064xMOcZbVRLBNWe1t-uq6qz_HE4jEh_7Jr4mmF9vkAPRjMxU3CWZHuQ-CwBRo_/s320/IMG_3326.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This hallway leads from my bedroom to the guest room and back</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to the living room. The door on the left is a half bath</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and to the right of the picture at the end is the closet</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">under the staircase.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9D96OrjwdyH91K9IxoQ0kttECCs-QOewyzlz0wNo0MNaMOG0C7CkfStdtXYLxH6iqgZSTL7AsG10xnaw36iSHEzdnn9ag0ea0Gzc9l5AeerY55L1_h1AzbUEe3gKT_iNvpicWXGOI/s2048/IMG_3322.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9D96OrjwdyH91K9IxoQ0kttECCs-QOewyzlz0wNo0MNaMOG0C7CkfStdtXYLxH6iqgZSTL7AsG10xnaw36iSHEzdnn9ag0ea0Gzc9l5AeerY55L1_h1AzbUEe3gKT_iNvpicWXGOI/s320/IMG_3322.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the patio room looking out at the back deck.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOBKRPwBWZxOMuJ58JvgtW6N9MsYoj8dNh2JeH8wni99TWUohblHm_ruVRzwbr-CfR7Mb98neKxxfT-uwD4lYuJX3xqdCgEM1q8kAbu6xwhpjUbwEE24d9pvrdyprBz8EDHqn6ybu/s2048/IMG_3323.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOBKRPwBWZxOMuJ58JvgtW6N9MsYoj8dNh2JeH8wni99TWUohblHm_ruVRzwbr-CfR7Mb98neKxxfT-uwD4lYuJX3xqdCgEM1q8kAbu6xwhpjUbwEE24d9pvrdyprBz8EDHqn6ybu/s320/IMG_3323.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiPgAx9Dx5vCldN0s1rdh0j1RbmtnTFyGpWC9rOwjhZb6RCVpjkshdyri4PPceIe25u9AaJNq6PQNhwKKUuDaFDeTXN39cCR_RUVQs4w2QYmPBO-xQdTXgVdubNNz9jCM9BWVUfDv/s2048/IMG_3325.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdiPgAx9Dx5vCldN0s1rdh0j1RbmtnTFyGpWC9rOwjhZb6RCVpjkshdyri4PPceIe25u9AaJNq6PQNhwKKUuDaFDeTXN39cCR_RUVQs4w2QYmPBO-xQdTXgVdubNNz9jCM9BWVUfDv/s320/IMG_3325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHtzxzD0jgmjsZvmbBLweUB1wQvzTnkLqj_OgY4s4vhLd1jWlg9H1JL3oWoEW2Pc4vtiWPiNc73HK4CeKePfQqkJypsLrHBkVIdovFwfJpLeavrUgqjQcyBJT-CrnDYLnWjyzlVcn/s2048/IMG_3332.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHtzxzD0jgmjsZvmbBLweUB1wQvzTnkLqj_OgY4s4vhLd1jWlg9H1JL3oWoEW2Pc4vtiWPiNc73HK4CeKePfQqkJypsLrHBkVIdovFwfJpLeavrUgqjQcyBJT-CrnDYLnWjyzlVcn/s320/IMG_3332.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Large garage which also has a storm cellar below.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rx8RI1Q5HPgKDKvy4FQgOZ1_HKdmQ4J01B2PpLFOKqP4VyN8goX_1Na1rN-2SYzLM0MewCCl1NPX-GUDWnD_09qk8wlywthHbtfJjf-N5KBVJn1YmptssSO8JfCbF4V_KVS2vTCF/s2048/IMG_3333.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rx8RI1Q5HPgKDKvy4FQgOZ1_HKdmQ4J01B2PpLFOKqP4VyN8goX_1Na1rN-2SYzLM0MewCCl1NPX-GUDWnD_09qk8wlywthHbtfJjf-N5KBVJn1YmptssSO8JfCbF4V_KVS2vTCF/s320/IMG_3333.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Front of the house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I didn't include pics of the stairs, hall and laundry room. Pamela, I hope you enjoyed seeing where Annie and I live now. We really like it here, have wonderful neighbors and it's convenient to just about everything we need ... that is, except Texas.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div><br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-24682952330488898762021-05-13T13:02:00.000-05:002021-05-13T13:02:35.308-05:00Where the Living is EasyToday I thought I would be linking with a new friend, Lisa, for All Around the House. But I came too late for the party. I'm posting anyway! Lisa, I hope you see this.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPctGTpnCxaDG0MAEMWpb-pYCgP89EI3Tg8KudRY-ysSpD-KhSoTA-_IclObCAJdcoLqDqHv5dDLKBFa_OoeV6tIfTICMFVw_8cMs7c0wXWK-3Gvos-TAZ21aNSocXQx-3wi7m8Ndd/s500/All+Around+the+House.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPctGTpnCxaDG0MAEMWpb-pYCgP89EI3Tg8KudRY-ysSpD-KhSoTA-_IclObCAJdcoLqDqHv5dDLKBFa_OoeV6tIfTICMFVw_8cMs7c0wXWK-3Gvos-TAZ21aNSocXQx-3wi7m8Ndd/w200-h200/All+Around+the+House.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /> Do you love this space in your house?<br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">This is my living room. Yes, I do love this space because it’s just the right size for me, it has lots of light and it opens up to my kitchen, dining room and another small living area. The situation of the windows makes it possible for me to keep an eye on the front and back views outside.<br /></span><div><br /><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: start;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEwEtJvcvpFHUOokLIliEbYRLCgeJ4ZVhtuLhqyKOa4aZHw4ZDgimwS0P-zsdkesP2oldW85JUTvXK1gcgSDSuxjapL01Rwsa5a4mdfuuaQKQLlF-K5oJ1ew2Z5sn6TRm9jqrBW1T/s2048/IMG_3298.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEwEtJvcvpFHUOokLIliEbYRLCgeJ4ZVhtuLhqyKOa4aZHw4ZDgimwS0P-zsdkesP2oldW85JUTvXK1gcgSDSuxjapL01Rwsa5a4mdfuuaQKQLlF-K5oJ1ew2Z5sn6TRm9jqrBW1T/w400-h300/IMG_3298.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghipkKmXrmeMQbAzp7NyEbn7cz0SvCVT0aMYZOpE2b3rQKMbLOAjwrAPhJ-PB9nBUIEn6gyCG_bq6LfEzVdEUbUxYYgwb6o_WFj5WMEM2-g5lxfujubtuDrdkfb7tTHJCUDGRmDHDP/s2048/IMG_3300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghipkKmXrmeMQbAzp7NyEbn7cz0SvCVT0aMYZOpE2b3rQKMbLOAjwrAPhJ-PB9nBUIEn6gyCG_bq6LfEzVdEUbUxYYgwb6o_WFj5WMEM2-g5lxfujubtuDrdkfb7tTHJCUDGRmDHDP/w400-h300/IMG_3300.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br />2) If you could change one thing in this room, what would it be?<br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I’m happy with the room, but I am changing out the windows to be rid of the grids that are in the windows now. <br /></span><br />3) What is your favorite item in this room?<br /><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">My recliner back in the corner.<br /></span><br />4) Tell us about your favorite event that happens in this room – is it movie night? Is it game night? Is it simply lying around and watching TV?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Since my husband passed away, I downsized to this house which is perfect for me. So this room is where I go first thing each morning for coffee and reading my Bible. When I’m home, I spend a good deal of time here with my dog Annie on my lap. I read, do my Bible studies, eat my dinner, and watch too much TV. Britbox is my favorite.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">That's all. Maybe next round I will make it on time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div></div></div>Nonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13020639587130083388noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1762976639674158813.post-42542685195581914212021-05-12T10:25:00.007-05:002021-11-23T10:21:28.494-06:00Spring: A Welcome Time of Year<p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;">1. It's like my mama always said, "_________________".</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">My Mama said it many times. “</span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;">Pretty is as
pretty does.</span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">She was right. She said many things that were right.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2. May 11th is <b>National Eat What You Want Day</b>. What will you
be having by way of celebration? </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;">I wish I had known, because I
would’ve made something special for my dinner. Since I was going to </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">BSF </span><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;">Tuesday evening, I just had a quick burger. Otherwise, I think it would have been nice to have some fried chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, rolls, and brownies with ice cream. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;">This past Saturday our Sunday School class had a little going away cookout for one of the couples in our class. There was so much deliciousness there with grilled burgers and chicken, macaroni salad, pea salad, and potatoes au gratin. Since my sister-in-law <b>cannot eat what she wants </b>due to celiac, I made a flourless chocolate cake and served it with fresh strawberries and ice cream. It makes an 8 inch cake, but is very rich and everybody enjoyed it.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">3. Describe your idea of a perfect spring day. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;">Perfect spring
day to me is sunny, light breeze, just a feeling of well being, the day feels
like a warm caress. There are trees in bloom, a variety of color from all the
flowers blossoming, and maybe enjoying a meal outdoors with friends. Oh wait! We did that Saturday afternoon at our SS party!</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">4. Success, fulfillment, growth, achievement...pick one and
tell us how it relates to your life in some way, either currently or in days
gone by. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><span lang="X-NONE" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Maybe achievement. This past year has been a lot of
work to make possible my move to another state, </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">taking care of the business attendant thereto, and
bringing up to date a lot of my affairs in order in case of any emergency. In general, my moving on in life.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">5. I saw this going around on various social media sites and
thought it would be fun to answer here. The last thing you bought on Amazon is
your weapon in battle. How will you wield it?</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">
</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">(if you're not an Amazon shopper, then the last thing you bought online
anywhere) </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;">That would be an athletic workout shirt to wear with my yoga pants on Tuesday
and Thursday when I attend what is known as Move 1 and Move 2, exercise
programs at my church. Wouldn’t it be fantastic if wearing that top would
enable me to wield extraordinary feats in my exercise routine? It truly would
because of my current limitations with my right arm still healing from the
broken wrist.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">6. Insert your own random thought here.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">I’m going to go here with your “what’s happening on Tuesday”
blog. A little bit of catch-up. I had a nice Mother’s Day in spite of the fact
that I was not with the kids or grandkids. However, I served in children’s
church, and my brother and sister-in-law and I had a nice dinner after church.
After dinner, I had a nap and then pulled out a couple of my old blog books to
look at the photos and what I had written in the past about the kids; kind of a
sentimental journey. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jason and Amy sent beautiful roses for
Mother’s Day, and I received many cards and phone calls for</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">my birthday and Mother’s Day. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHmDLYrKhpaU1Pcw-nCtGWqa355vbGKxbjEI2ldUcjuKncaq2U5J2EsOkObInEf1sPwsbRKpou3UB4UHNu5mRP2W81vSCAxjEBWSr1ksvTbm8yZ0Upr8_eeF6iTUIRAuw6Gmz54lh/s2048/IMG_3268.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXHmDLYrKhpaU1Pcw-nCtGWqa355vbGKxbjEI2ldUcjuKncaq2U5J2EsOkObInEf1sPwsbRKpou3UB4UHNu5mRP2W81vSCAxjEBWSr1ksvTbm8yZ0Upr8_eeF6iTUIRAuw6Gmz54lh/s320/IMG_3268.jpg" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This one is my favorite!</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0n4XkA6HDVHmxQrpxSfKtmVFhZnS4PkeIEi6gP7MvhrbgWkXn3t_vNpdjLw99kHY-5MkcPDdFimzkYjboa8xSufLXbpvDrLs01RQeiKEQ_zurQqa3Cf_1OWhNyw0E3Zxj04meMcQ/s2048/IMG_3282.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ0n4XkA6HDVHmxQrpxSfKtmVFhZnS4PkeIEi6gP7MvhrbgWkXn3t_vNpdjLw99kHY-5MkcPDdFimzkYjboa8xSufLXbpvDrLs01RQeiKEQ_zurQqa3Cf_1OWhNyw0E3Zxj04meMcQ/s320/IMG_3282.jpg" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><br /><span style="color: #2b00fe;">I’ve begun volunteering on Mondays at a thrift shop which raises money for children at a local hospital and so Monday was filled with working with a group of wonderful ladies. We take a 30 minute morning break, which is nice as I’m getting to know all the other volunteers.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: 12pt;">Tuesday was another kind of perfect spring day in which it was cloudy and cool with thunderstorms which I really enjoy, especially when I don’t have to get out in it. It was nice of the rain to stop before I had to go to BSF. </span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHTNchJAyecIJqIPcSEkk_4nRJYC3N-3-5aer3VIWTg1r8SYnxwtdTJWDnfKCD3NjeeDbc_VLm2ERb09La1UREsyv9JuCcSnYpTeYf3Vt2TKwAvux_Bf3N6AqJCqXKu1Rc8449kHT/s2048/IMG_3290.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHTNchJAyecIJqIPcSEkk_4nRJYC3N-3-5aer3VIWTg1r8SYnxwtdTJWDnfKCD3NjeeDbc_VLm2ERb09La1UREsyv9JuCcSnYpTeYf3Vt2TKwAvux_Bf3N6AqJCqXKu1Rc8449kHT/s320/IMG_3290.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You can't tell by this pic, but t's very wet out there.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">The snow storms this past February ruined many of the shrubs in
my yard (and everybody else's). That was all right with me, because I was already planning to get rid
of some of the landscaping here. One of the problems is that this misfortune
happened to many people and so landscape companies are overwhelmed with work backlogs.
One of my old high school classmates offered the use of a couple of the guys who do work
for him and a lady from my church who is a “master gardener” offered her help.
What blessings these offers of help are turning out to be. This job will get done!</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-ansi-language: X-NONE;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%;">Today I will be shopping at the
nursery for more shrubs and flowers for my front yard. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Thursday our ukulele group will meet for practice. It is possible that this Sunday we may get to play and sing before an audience. And this Friday I will be meeting with my Texas book club group on Zoom. Last Wednesday three friends from my past life
here in Tulsa came over after lunch for snacks and a little girl talk … they
stayed until 8:00 pm! I promise you, during that entire time, there was never a
lull in the conversation. We all had a lot of catching up to do.</span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">A little funny here: On Sunday in children's church, one of the little boys had a watch which he fiddled with the entire time. It was never on his wrist. At one point, he had it dangling from his mouth between his teeth and the lead teacher asked him to take it out of his mouth as that is not where we wear a watch. It struck me funny as I told the teacher it was a picture of a verse we all need to pay attention to:<br /></span><br /><b><i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, "times new roman", Times, serif; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">“Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.”</span></span></i></b></p>
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