Well, there are only 2 days left to January. My new granddaughter is due on the 16th of February. I am so excited. We are hoping to be down in Miami Beach when she arrives, so we will probably head to Florida next week.
This is my son and daughter-in-law’s first child and my fourth grandchild. I just wish they didn’t live so far away. I really love new born babies. They are so precious and I could hold one all day.
Now before anyone tries to tell me that’s how they get spoiled. I am here to tell you that I did it with all three of my children and they were good babies. They never fussed about being put down as they got older. Anyway, Karina is feeling uncomfortable. She’s tiny and her belly is huge. I keep telling them that it’s almost over and the reward is awesome.
This is what I am reading now. So far it’s pretty good. Another series started. I really do enjoy books that are in a series. I get so invested in the characters. Anyway, beginning February 1st, I will be starting a challenge. The theme is history. I’m looking forward to it.
Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.
The Death of Santini: The Story of a Father and His Son by Pat Conroy
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is the first book of Pat Conroy’s that I have read. I found it a little difficult to get into it because I thought his thoughts were all over the place. But I persevered. I am glad that I did. I thought his recollections of his childhood and his parents marriage were written well and definitely held me. I am not sure that the childhood described is unusual for the circumstances and time period in our country. Having had an Irish grandmother, I recognized some of the traits shared by Don. I also can remember the popularity of drinking in the 50’s. At least in my experience of spending my childhood in the 50’s.
It was interesting to see how his feelings evolved about his father and the respect he developed for him. It was good to see humor as well as tears expressed in the book.
The saddness of Tom’s suicide and Carol Ann’s delusions made me aware of the delicate nature of family.
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Isn’t this a beautiful picture of our Blessed Mother and sweet Baby Jesus? This fills my heart with love and makes my soul sing. I am in awe of the gift our Father in heaven has sent to us. A way to the paradise He created for us if we just seek Him through His precious Son and His Blessed Mother.
I was experiencing a crises of some sorts.
I had broken my shoulder on September 1st while visiting my son. Fortunately it was non-displaced but very painful and I didn’t need to have surgery. Being stuck in Florida for many weeks, I began physical therapy when I got home. After sitting around not doing anything I found that I had gained weight, had no energy after doing my physical therapy, and began having trouble sleeping. On top of that I was so afraid I would fall again and re-injure my shoulder. Therapy went well and after 6 weeks I was discharged. However, I started to have a lot of pain again. I guess I just gave into it. Which is not me. I usually bounce right back after any health issue. I stopped going out unless I absolutely had to. I wasn’t even getting dressed. And I hadn’t been to Mass since the weekend before I fell.
After I realized what a mess I was in, I started to pray to St. Therese through her chaplet. I wanted to make a good confession and attend Mass. I got up one morning and checked my facebook page and there was this amazing picture of roses. I knew she had heard my prayers. I went to confession and to Mass last weekend. I was so happy to be home. I am still not completely out of my funk, but I know that with the help of St. Therese I will continue to make progress.
I am always amazed that we have such wonderful intercessors for us in the saints. When I was a child I was always afraid I would hurt one of their feelings if I prayed to another saint. I of course know now that it isn’t the case. I do have some favorites though. St. Francis of Assisi, my elementary school was named for him. St. Katherine Drexel, who was from Philadelphia and her shrine is near where I used to live. St. Agatha because she is the patron saint of nurses. I am an RN. St. Lucy because she is the patron saint of eye disease and I have glaucoma. St. Philomena because she is the patron of children and St. Dymphna because she is the patron of mental disease. I have two autistic grandsons. St. Michael the Archangel because I belonged to that parish for years. St. Anne because she is the patron of mothers and grandmothers. St. Monica because she is the patron of mothers, alcoholics and married women. My mother was an alcoholic, and I have two children who have left the church and a husband who needs conversion. St. John Neuman, was a Philadelphia Bishop. St. Marianne Cope, who was in the same order that my dear Sisters of St. Francis was in, who taught me so much and gave me comfort when things weren’t good at home. Of course our Blessed Mother. God is indeed good.
I can’t believe I haven’t posted on my blog since the 5th. I started pulling things out of closets and sorting what I want to keep and what I want to get rid of. I’m talking my clothes closet here. It also doubles as my linen closet since it’s so big. I have several shelves in there that I keep bath towels and sheets on. Anyway, I have has some of my bath towels since 1975 when I got married. That’s because I always used those towels for my “good” towels. You know the ones you put out to look pretty, but on the penalty of death you threaten your kids not to touch them. Well, after 40 years of marriage, they have finally moved into my everyday towels.
Then there are my sheets. I have held on to some sheets that won’t even fit on the new king sized beds. Some are brand new. I have always been the kind of shopper that when I see something for a good price, or “on sale”, I pick up a couple of extra of whatever it is. Guess you could say I got burned on that deal. 🙂 Of course I must have had them for 20 years. I saw something on, I think it was facebook, about folding your sheets into sets and then putting them in one of the pillow cases. I have refolded what I am keeping and have done that. They do stack nicely and it does make it so much easier to pull a set out of the closet.
My next pile is clothes. I don’t buy clothes too often as I don’t need the wardrobe of a career woman. I wore scrubs almost my whole career as a nurse. I am ashamed to admit it but I have things that are so old. You guessed it, right into the chuck pile. I have decided I am in need of some new duds. So, once I am done with the closets and before I start on the bathrooms I just might treat myself to a new wardrobe.
I have quilts folded on a large table I put in the living room. That’s my next chore, I have several quilt stands that are full so I guess they’ll have to go back into my closet. I can rotate them around my racks that are in different rooms.
Can I tell you that I am so disappointed. I have misplaced my pattern for Bonnie Hunters 2013 Mystery, Celtic Solstice. All I can put my hands on are the paint cards she uses for her color choices. I have looked all over. I wanted to make that one for my son and his wife. It is really a beautiful quilt.
I don’t know how we go through so much food in this house. It’s just the two of us. Seems like we are always out of something. Oh well, had to run to pick up a few things at the grocery store. Then we headed over to have an early dinner at the Chinese Buffet. It was so good. This is from my fortune cookie from today.
So since I had the ancient fortune tellers sending me this message, I decided it was time to go to Lowes and pick up my paint cards for Bonnie Hunter’s winter mystery from this year. The first of the information was posted by Bonnie in October, and it just finished last Friday. I guess you could say I procrastinate when it comes to mystery quilts. Since Bonnie is the Queen of Scrap Quilting, I like to wait until the mysteries are revealed to see if I want to keep the same colors that Bonnie uses and if I do indeed want to make a scrap quilt. Well I have to say Bonnie’s quilt is absolutely beautiful. So I did indeed go with her color choices. :).
I also got the button for my blog for this mystery. Bonnie’s inspiration was the Italian area of Tuscany. The mystery’s name is “Allietare” which means Gladden.
I have all the buttons for all the mysteries Bonnie has done since I have known about her. They don’t remain on her blog for very long after the reveal because she often includes them in her next books. But I have all of the info saved and I have actually pulled my fabrics for each of them and started a couple. I will definitely get them done. Bonnie is so gracious to share her time and talents with us. Stop on over at Quiltville Quips N Snips, just follow the link on my sidebar.
I must confess that i was in bed at midnight last night. Yes, I’m getting to that point in my life when partying until the wee hours of the morning don’t interest me anymore. Now my idea of a good time is going to bed early enough to say my prayers and read a bit of a good book before I fall asleep. Of course that doesn’t guarantee I won’t sleep till 10 AM some days because I wind up reading till the wee hours. 🙂
I just finished our traditional New Year’s Day good luck dinner. Pork roast & sauerkraut, mashed potatoes and applesauce. YUM When our kids were home as they were growing up they hated that for dinner. They were made to eat at least one piece of pork and one strand of the sauerkraut. If we hadn’t had a particularly good year, they would say “it didn’t work last year” and I would counter with “just imagine how bad it would have been if we had’t had this last year”. You can imagine the looks I got. It’s funny how different areas of the country have different new years dinners. I’m from PA, I grew up with the sauerkraut & pork. My husband was also from PA and luckily he grew up with the same thing. His was just prepared differently. My family cooked it on top of the stove, his baked it in the oven. I have to say after I tasted his baked, I never cooked it on the stove again. Here in the part of NC where I live, black eyed peas are the lucky food. Now that’s a dish I can live without!.
I have more that the new year to celebrate today. My neighbors geese came back today to graze on our lawn and the corn I put out for them. They stop coming down when the weather gets really hot and they have started nesting. My neighbor has a pond on his property so they don’t go far from it in the summer. I was so excited to see them this morning. And my favorite Gus has made it through. He’s my favorite.
Gus is the one in the front. He actually stood there and posed for me. He’s one funny goose.
Just One Request
Dear Master for this coming year
Just one request I bring:
I do not pray for happiness,
Or any earthly thing—
I do not ask to understand
The way Thou leadest me,
But this I ask: Teach me to do
The thing that pleaseth Thee.
I want to know Thy guiding voice,
To walk with Thee each day.
Dear Master make me swift to hear
And ready to obey.
And thus the year I now begin
A happy year will be—
If I am seeking just to do
The thing that pleaseth Thee.