Saturday, June 05, 2004

Ronald Reagan is dead. I can't say that I feel sadness. The past 10 years have been so hard for his family and we have not seen him. We may not have been so brave as his family. Alzheimer's disease is a terrible thief. It takes the personality and leaves the body to taunt those who take care of it. He was 93. What a ripe old age and what a legacy.

I found another use for the leftover 1/2 can of beer that I use when I make Chicken on a Throne. I found a chocolate cake recipe. Not bad.

We will be going to see Dick's sister Hazel and his niece Suzi tomorrow.

Hope you have a great Sunday.

Mary

Friday, June 04, 2004

I was remembering Grandpa Bowser, my Mother's dad today. Uncle Noel, told a story about his relationship with his sons that I just loved. In nice weather, Grandpa always sat on the front porch and read the paper on Sunday mornings. He always wore his hat and his vest as he sat out there.

Uncle Noel, a typical teen, was talking to Grandpa one Sunday and said "I think I can take you Dad." Grandpa said they should see. He got up, put his hat on the table next to his chair and walked down into the yard next to the porch.

I will set the scene a bit. Grandma and Grandpa's house was up on a slight hill and "fenced" by a nice row of hedges on the edge of the hill which sloped down to the sidewalk.

Grandpa and Uncle Noel squared off. Then Noel said Grandpa picked him up and pitched him over the fence and walked back up on to the porch to finish his paper.

Noel never challenged Grandpa again. Even when he KNEW that he could take him.

Have a nice Saturday.

Mary

Thursday, June 03, 2004

The quote in Cadfael's Book of Days was short and to the point today.

"Draw off, and try something else, but never give up."

Great plug for perserverance. People talk about giving up but life keeps going on with or without them anyway. I read a book by Nancy Snyderman, a doctor who used to do medical specials reports on Good Morning America. The book is Necessary Journeys. In it she recounts a time in her life when she was informed that she might have a fatal illness. Her memory of leaving the consultation was quite descriptive. She noticed that all the people she encountered were just going on with their business, the sun rose and set. People kept shopping and raising their children and just went on as if NOTHING was wrong. And she felt a little confused and angry that this was so. Didn't they realize what was happening to her? Some journeys just have to be taken alone and then the quote is a good thing to hang on to.

I also liked this one. "Don't tell God how big your problems are. Tell your problems how big your God is."

Love

Mary

Wednesday, June 02, 2004

Sewing Machines can drive a person to drink. I am trying to do some machine applique on a wall hanging and the thread keeps breaking. The black thread I am using is bunching and fuzzing, I believe because of the dye and because it is going through so many layers. I think tomorrow I will try the walking foot and see if that helps at all. At least I won't be trying to guide the several layers of fabric.

I am sure you are not at all interested in my sewing problems but I do usually put whatever is on my mind into this blog.

My brother Jeff sent the following to me a couple of years ago. It is worth repeating.

NATIONALITIES OF GOD
>
>
> There were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was BLACK:
> 1. He called everyone "brother"
> 2. He liked Gospel
> 3. He couldn't get a fair trial.
>
> But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was JEWISH:
> 1. He went into his father's business.
> 2. He lived at home until he was 33.
> 3. He was sure his mother was a virgin and his mother was sure he
> was a
> god.
>
> But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was ITALIAN:
> 1. He talked with his hands.
> 2. He had wine with every meal.
> 3. He used olive oil.
>
> But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a
> CALIFORNIAN:
> 1. He never cut his hair.
> 2. He walked around barefoot all the time.
> 3. He started a new religion.
>
> But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was IRISH:
> 1. He never got married.
> 2. He was always telling stories.
> 3. He loved green pastures.
>
> But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a
> WOMAN:
> 1. He had to feed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was no
> food.
> 2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just
> didn't get it.
> 3. Even when he was dead, He had to get up because there was more
> work
> for
> him to do.
> ***********

Have a nice evening.

Mary

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

"It is said that if a person takes a small statue of St. Joseph and buries it upside-down, facing the street and near the for-sale sign, that a much faster sales transaction will occur. Who says this? Well, thousands of homeowners and real estate agents have utilized these statues as a marketing aid. The phenomena has been written up in The Washington Post (11/15/90), The New York Times (5/19/96), the Salt Lake Tribune (10/11/97), the Lincoln NE Journal-Star (1/5/92), Chicago Sun-Times (10/3/97), the Cleveland OH Plain Dealer (11/28/02), Athens GA Banner-Herald (10/5/01), the Daytona Beach FL News-Journal (11/21/02) and the Quincy MA Patriot Ledger (6/1/96), to name just a few publications!

Many folks are of the opinion that St. Joseph, who is the Catholic Church's patron saint of carpenters and other manual workers, can help facilitate real estate sales transactions. They claim that burying a St. Joseph statue has helped them sell a house."

I printed the information and sent it with a small statue of St. Joseph to Bart and Barb. I hope they take it as a prayer for a quick sale as it is intended. Anyway, I mailed it today.

Tomorrow, Dick and I take Mother out for dinner and follow it with the Sheboygan Theatre Company's production of South Pacific. Dick feels that they sometimes do the old musicals too often, but I haven't seen this in a LONG time and the music and message are so beautiful. Next year they are starting off with Jesus Christ Superstar and ending with Sondheim's Into the Woods. Something a bit different.

Til tomorrow.

Mary

Monday, May 31, 2004

Rain again today. I decided to show you a rainbow. This is a picture I took last year. The rainbow is over our house and shows one of our pretty trees. This tree had a nest in its branches for several years. This winter, the nest was blown out or the tree. I think the bird might have rebuilt but I will not really know til winter again when all the leaves fall off the branches.

Enjoy the rainbow. It is the sign of God's Promise you know.

a picture of something

Sunday, May 30, 2004

Tomorrow is Memorial Day. We don't have to go ANYWHERE. Isn't it nice to have a day where one can JUST STAY HOME and love it?

Next Sunday, we are going to Sussex not too far from Milwaukee to see Dick's sister Hazel. I only met her once several years ago. She moved back to Wisconsin from California only recently when her companion of many years, Ralph, died. She is living with her daughter Suzi. Hazel was a twin. Her twin sister, Helen, died before I met Dick. Actually he and Hazel are the only remaining siblings.

It rained most of the day, but I did get the rest of my plants in the pots on the deck. Now if we get some sun so they can thrive.

Love

Mary