It was a gloomy rainy day again. I felt better today though.
I got up at about 7:15AM. Jody came to clean at 8AM.
I had an appointment to have the car serviced and winterized at Van Horn's at 10AM. Everything went well there. There were friendly people in the waiting room. I decided to have lunch at the Dairy Queen with the bank ladies. Hadn't been there for three weeks so had a lot to catch up on. A cheese burger tasted good too.
I spent the afternoon writing on the Saints book. Got a lot done.
I was just thinking about warming something up for dinner when my friend, Nancy called. She was going to the bust up party at Rhine and wondered if I would like to come along. I figured, why not. Got to see a lot of friends. I believe I am healed enough to shoot in the winter league which starts on January 4th.
Tomorrow morning I can work on the book again in the morning.. Then will be going to church to look at the big craft show. After Mass I am meeting Bobbie and Bill at Grace Episcopal Church for the Friends dinner.
Sunday should be an at home day. I will be ready for that by then.
Dia Dhuit
Mary
Friday, November 01, 2013
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Thursday
I didn't like today. It was gloomy and made me very funky feeling.
I did attend a meeting at Holiday Inn Express on the changes in the AARP Medicare supplement that Mother and I both have. I know they send these massive books with volumes of writing but it is so much more useful to be able to have the highlights pointed out to you.
I got home at noon and took a nap after lunch. See, a gloomy day and I was beat. I am still beat. Tomorrow I have to do something to perk myself up. I will be taking the car in for maintenance. Maybe that will help.
I am working on St. Anne tonight. I am behind now. I wanted to have the first draft of her chapter done BY November 1st. But I can adapt. I have extended the deadline to Sunday.
So until tomorrow, perhaps I will be perkier.
Dia Dhuit
Mary
"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page." St Augustine of Hippo
I did attend a meeting at Holiday Inn Express on the changes in the AARP Medicare supplement that Mother and I both have. I know they send these massive books with volumes of writing but it is so much more useful to be able to have the highlights pointed out to you.
I got home at noon and took a nap after lunch. See, a gloomy day and I was beat. I am still beat. Tomorrow I have to do something to perk myself up. I will be taking the car in for maintenance. Maybe that will help.
I am working on St. Anne tonight. I am behind now. I wanted to have the first draft of her chapter done BY November 1st. But I can adapt. I have extended the deadline to Sunday.
So until tomorrow, perhaps I will be perkier.
Dia Dhuit
Mary
"The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page." St Augustine of Hippo
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Home late - for me anyway.
Today was a day at home until tonight. I got a lot done on the Saints book. Tomorrow I will tackle another segment of the chapter on St. Anne. She was supposed to be "easy" because there is not much documentation on her. Sure! It is terribly interesting though. I want to finish her by Monday so that I can start on Brigid. I have agreed to give a talk on Brigid on her feast day eve or the day for the Milwaukee branch. Her feast day is February first so I want to have her done by the end of the year. Once I have things in perspective, I can talk about her. Unlike Anne, there are a lot of traditions connected with her. Though Anne is revered in many cultures because of her status at the mother of Mary and the grandmother of Jesus.
Tonight I went over to 52 Stafford to enjoy the music at 7:00. Next time I will go at 7:30 which is when the music officially starts. Peg and Bob Feider joined me with some friends and Kath Schemrich and her husband David were there also and a friend from Wells, Sandy. I always send out notice to the Celtic Women when I go. But if nobody comes, I just have a glass or two of wine and enjoy the music. They let me sing a song during the sets which makes me very happy as I think of my Dad and how he loved the Irish music and would have been right up there singing too.
This was a special night with all the friends there.
So now it is after 10PM and you know what an early to bed gal I am.
Until tomorrow. I have an appointment in the morning and then want to work on St. Anne again.
Dia dhuit
Mary
Tonight I went over to 52 Stafford to enjoy the music at 7:00. Next time I will go at 7:30 which is when the music officially starts. Peg and Bob Feider joined me with some friends and Kath Schemrich and her husband David were there also and a friend from Wells, Sandy. I always send out notice to the Celtic Women when I go. But if nobody comes, I just have a glass or two of wine and enjoy the music. They let me sing a song during the sets which makes me very happy as I think of my Dad and how he loved the Irish music and would have been right up there singing too.
This was a special night with all the friends there.
So now it is after 10PM and you know what an early to bed gal I am.
Until tomorrow. I have an appointment in the morning and then want to work on St. Anne again.
Dia dhuit
Mary
Monday, October 28, 2013
Cold
It was COLD this morning. Bed felt really good, but I got up at about 7:30AM so that I could be ready to leave for bible study. I also stopped by the city drop off with a couple of bags of weeds and tomato plants that I had cleaned out of my gardens. It was a busy place this morning. Guess lots of other people got busy this weekend.
We had a pretty full group at bible study. Please keep praying for Helen's husband. He is getting antibiotics four times a day but at least is out of intensive care and Helen said that the doctor told her that things are looking good. We are still at the beginning of ACTS and discussed the part that tells of the very early days when everybody was pooling their resources and taking care of everybody from the pool with kindness and the love of Jesus. As we discussed, even then it only worked for a while. Eventually human nature seems to always goof up the very best of intentions. Somebody feels that they are not getting their share, or that they are working and someone else is just sitting around or somebody wants to be in charge. The glow of good intentions fades and somehow it just doesn't work. We remember times in our life when all seemed perfectly balance, the love of God, family, work, whatever - Perfect - but we are always in a state of "living" and things change.
One only needs to remember that if you keep coming back to the good, it all works out. Love is the most important thing.
Enough of my preaching.
Mom was fine. We got her bills paid and discussed the Deeley family tree of Grandpa Mike's brother John. She was able to clear up a bit but much the dates that I do have were before she and Dad were together.
Home again. I finished clearing up from Samhain. You see, a bag of things that I had brought to IBAM, came home with my friends, Dick and Joan. So I had all of that to go through and put into their proper places.
Dancing with the Stars tonight. I have missed so many, but tonight I can really be involved. I have to really pay attention, or I miss the dances, then I feel I shouldn't vote.
I was going to sweep leaves off the deck this afternoon, but when I looked out, God sent to wind to do it for me.
Dia Dhuit
Mary
We had a pretty full group at bible study. Please keep praying for Helen's husband. He is getting antibiotics four times a day but at least is out of intensive care and Helen said that the doctor told her that things are looking good. We are still at the beginning of ACTS and discussed the part that tells of the very early days when everybody was pooling their resources and taking care of everybody from the pool with kindness and the love of Jesus. As we discussed, even then it only worked for a while. Eventually human nature seems to always goof up the very best of intentions. Somebody feels that they are not getting their share, or that they are working and someone else is just sitting around or somebody wants to be in charge. The glow of good intentions fades and somehow it just doesn't work. We remember times in our life when all seemed perfectly balance, the love of God, family, work, whatever - Perfect - but we are always in a state of "living" and things change.
One only needs to remember that if you keep coming back to the good, it all works out. Love is the most important thing.
Enough of my preaching.
Mom was fine. We got her bills paid and discussed the Deeley family tree of Grandpa Mike's brother John. She was able to clear up a bit but much the dates that I do have were before she and Dad were together.
Home again. I finished clearing up from Samhain. You see, a bag of things that I had brought to IBAM, came home with my friends, Dick and Joan. So I had all of that to go through and put into their proper places.
Dancing with the Stars tonight. I have missed so many, but tonight I can really be involved. I have to really pay attention, or I miss the dances, then I feel I shouldn't vote.
I was going to sweep leaves off the deck this afternoon, but when I looked out, God sent to wind to do it for me.
Dia Dhuit
Mary
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Samhain Sunday
The sun was shining, it was chilly, but not windy. By the time late afternoon came, it was in the mid 50s and quite nice.
I worked this morning on Condo stuff, and ancestry. Then after lunch I prepared the colcannon for the Samhain Dinner with my CWI friends this evening.
We started gathering at about 4PM. There ended up being an even dozen people around the table. We enjoyed wine and/or coffee/or tea while we caught up with old friends and introduced ourselves to new. The food, as in all potlucks, was exceptional. Good harvest foods. The colcannon, a veggie casserole full of fresh veggies, a harvest soup, a potato casserole, fresh wheat bread, scones and for dessert an apple bar, a pumpkin bar and a cheesecake. Anybody who went home hungry had noone to blame but themselves. This is a fun annual event. I should have thought to invite you all. I carved a rutabaga into a Jack O Lantern and them read the legend to the attendees. I have a nice container of rutabaga for my veggie this week and the Jack O Lantern will last until then.
In case you don't know the legend of the Jack O Lantern, I will end with it.
Dia Dhuit
Mary
The tale—and there are variations—is of a no-good drunkard named Stingy Jack who invited the Devil to have a drink.
Stingy Jack, not wanting to pay, convinced the Devil to turn himself into a coin so he could pay the barkeep.
The Devil did so, and Stingy Jack promptly dropped the coin into his pocket, where he also kept a silver cross, which prevented the Devil from retaking his original form.
In order to free himself, the Devil promised to leave Stingy Jack alone for a year and to swear he would not take Jack’s soul upon death.
A year later, Jack again tricked the Devil. This time, Jack convinced the Devil to climb a tree to fetch an apple. Jack trapped the Devil in the tree by carving a cross into its trunk.
The Devil promised to leave Jack alone for 10 years so Jack would free him from the tree.
Time passed and Jack died. Because of his ne’er-do-well lifestyle, though, Jack was turned away from Heaven. The Devil, remembering Jack’s tricks, kept his promise and wouldn’t claim his soul.
Banished to walk the world as a spirit trapped between life and death, Jack was given one burning coal to light his way. Forlorn, he placed the coal inside a hollowed out turnip and was left to wander for all eternity.
Stingy Jack soon became known as Jack of the Lantern. The name was eventually shortened to Jack O’Lantern, and the Irish and Scottish began the custom of carving scary faces into turnips or potatoes to decorate their doors and windows in order to ward off evil spirits.
The tradition made its way to the United States and soon pumpkins—larger and easier to carve—replaced potatoes and turnips as Halloween’s most notable decoration.
I worked this morning on Condo stuff, and ancestry. Then after lunch I prepared the colcannon for the Samhain Dinner with my CWI friends this evening.
We started gathering at about 4PM. There ended up being an even dozen people around the table. We enjoyed wine and/or coffee/or tea while we caught up with old friends and introduced ourselves to new. The food, as in all potlucks, was exceptional. Good harvest foods. The colcannon, a veggie casserole full of fresh veggies, a harvest soup, a potato casserole, fresh wheat bread, scones and for dessert an apple bar, a pumpkin bar and a cheesecake. Anybody who went home hungry had noone to blame but themselves. This is a fun annual event. I should have thought to invite you all. I carved a rutabaga into a Jack O Lantern and them read the legend to the attendees. I have a nice container of rutabaga for my veggie this week and the Jack O Lantern will last until then.
In case you don't know the legend of the Jack O Lantern, I will end with it.
Dia Dhuit
Mary
The tale—and there are variations—is of a no-good drunkard named Stingy Jack who invited the Devil to have a drink.
Stingy Jack, not wanting to pay, convinced the Devil to turn himself into a coin so he could pay the barkeep.
The Devil did so, and Stingy Jack promptly dropped the coin into his pocket, where he also kept a silver cross, which prevented the Devil from retaking his original form.
In order to free himself, the Devil promised to leave Stingy Jack alone for a year and to swear he would not take Jack’s soul upon death.
A year later, Jack again tricked the Devil. This time, Jack convinced the Devil to climb a tree to fetch an apple. Jack trapped the Devil in the tree by carving a cross into its trunk.
The Devil promised to leave Jack alone for 10 years so Jack would free him from the tree.
Time passed and Jack died. Because of his ne’er-do-well lifestyle, though, Jack was turned away from Heaven. The Devil, remembering Jack’s tricks, kept his promise and wouldn’t claim his soul.
Banished to walk the world as a spirit trapped between life and death, Jack was given one burning coal to light his way. Forlorn, he placed the coal inside a hollowed out turnip and was left to wander for all eternity.
Stingy Jack soon became known as Jack of the Lantern. The name was eventually shortened to Jack O’Lantern, and the Irish and Scottish began the custom of carving scary faces into turnips or potatoes to decorate their doors and windows in order to ward off evil spirits.
The tradition made its way to the United States and soon pumpkins—larger and easier to carve—replaced potatoes and turnips as Halloween’s most notable decoration.
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