But, Nana, I don’t know the way back

Things have been going pretty well lately; all quiet on the homefront, giving me time to get caught on some “me” things that aren’t all necessarily just for me, but for others, like my friend who’s mom just died, another one who’s dealing with a custody situation regarding her niece, a neighbor who just passed away – in other words what my life consists of – outside of my daughter-in-law, who’s had, in addition to other things, in the last year, both a hysterectomy and her gall bladder removed but she’d still – or begun again – to have pain like she had almost 4 yrs. ago when she was hospitalized with pancreatitis but she seemingly had begun to be able to deal with it  until she called Monday night –  while hub and I were trying to deal with something that in some ways should never have been – and asked us to take her to the emergency room, which we did, thinking possibly that they would find she had it again and would admit her, but no, they didn’t but then she called the next night and asked me to come get granddaughter so she could try to rest, which I didn’t mind doing but looking forward then to a nice quiet day the next day with her but, no, mom calls first thing that morning wanting us – even though her uncle, our youngest was here, so could have left her, like  been saying wanting to do to not take her but not being able to so hadn’t gone but this time wanted her to go – to take her to the ER at the other bigger hospital so we got dressed and went.

Now, she’s gotten used to us going out for walks while mom’s been in clinic seeing the doctor but hadn’t done it so much from the ER but she wanted an apple so thought we’d walk down to the little local convenience store and see if they had any, which the guy acted so strange at us even thinking he might, when they – well, not there – have them all the time; don’t know why he couldn’t either, said to go to the grocery store, which, true enough they have put in one not too far and actually guess closer than realized, realize now was farther away the last time went when she must have had her with her, which is what I thought she wanted this time in taking her but guess not….anyway, by the time was there was definitely farther away so he suggested the drug store just down the street – a chain which I thought might have so we trotted on down but no….but now she’d take some applesauce, which we got and got ready to go back; now because of the way we went this time we cut through the hedge and maybe that confused her, don’t think we did going there, so she looks up and says

“Nana, I don’t know how to get back”

“Then I guess it’s a good think you’re with me, then, isn’t it?”

And then told her

that’s the way it is with life and God – we often don’t know our way back or even which way to go in life – but God does – if we’ll just hold His hand like she held mine – he’ll lead us safely through just like I got her safely back to the hospital where her mom was

Psalm 34:22b (my devotion this morning) None of them that trust in him shall be desolate

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Red Cars

my first car

my first car

You know, my dad probably has a picture of every car he ever owned – in an album but not separate so I’ll probably do that one day – but why did I not do the same – I tried to claim it was because it didn’t matter – cars were just transportation, just a way to get from Point A to B; what kind didn’t really matter, that was a guy thing….

then why did that Candy Apple red Pontiac LeMans I had at my very first – yes, it was – or was it? was it registered in my name – and I don’t believe I paid for it – I think that’s still the one that mom and dad paid for; I know it was gotten from some friends of theirs – but now why would they have had a car like that – maybe it had belonged to their daughter – and why did they get it for me; I was no longer living at home, I was even married with a child on the way, hm…granted, life wasn’t easy – know we’d gotten their old car at the time but that was only one so how were we managing with me going to school and working and him working  – know that when we first got married living in a student apartment designed for students and I was walking till got we got kicked when the landlady realized – early, to me, that I was pregnant and she didn’t allow kids – but it was going to be a while, but anyway, we could only find a place far enough away couldn’t still walk so must have been then that they just decided to be nice; I know they were real disappointed at what I’d done so I sure didn’t deserve it but the feel it gave me to not have just transportation – just driving my parents old car, which was one of those big battle-axes – and not just something just for me, but something sporty and snazzy and Red! I began to see – sorta, I still didn’t really care, or didn’t think I did, couldn’t have told you what size motor and all that, though I did know it had more get-up and go than mom and dad’s old tank – what guys thought about cars but at least for starters what I loved, loved, loved about that car was It was Candy Apple Red! not some dull blue or green – not even the pink of that old car we’d had so long ago – but Red!

but, you know, interesting, how well that car fit into a conversation had just today with a friend talking about how cranky her daughter was while pregnant with her 6 wk. old while working, some co-workers were talking and she just knew they were talking about her – well, yes, they were, saying they could see her “belly” coming before her around the corner – what’s that have to do with my car – well, it’s the car I drove when I was pregnant with my first one – the one when I was still trying to go to school trying to take my Abnormal Psych class, y0u know, the one where you’re supposed to go to the prison but if you’re pregnant your professor won’t let you go – and, yes, I know now, he was only looking out for me but I was young and dumb then – so you decide you’re going to go anyway, except you’re not really sure you are so you head out but then you start to change your mind and you decide to make a left hand turn into a driveway to turn around and go back, just as a car tops the hill – do you turn or stop? – now don’t ask me why I decided to go ahead and try to make the turn – was there a car behind me I was afraid was going to hit me? maybe – anyway I got hit all right, by the car topping the hill – at least then it was on the passenger side and I wasn’t hurt but my poor car sure was – teaches you a lesson, doesn’t it – little too much pride in my Candy Apple ride?

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May We All


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A Little Closer to Home

School started back for youngest, meaning getting all his books together – pre-buy for gas coming up which is always a chunk to spend – but we still have to eat – or do we? hub’s often not eating as much as used to; son often eats out, so…

but then there’s those other days, when they want something and want it fixed now! so….

let’s see, we’ve had chicken and we’ve had pork – white meat these days both, so…

must be about time son’ll be wanting some good ole American red beef – so now let’s see we’ve also had roast so must be getting about time for some ground beef/chuck – haven’t quite ever gone to round yet so…but what are we going to do with it? hamburgers – oh, wait, here’s a recipe for – cheeseburger pizza – but, wait…

taking my quilting frame to the store – since they’ve put an Ace Hardware in with the grocery store – to have them help this clutzy cluck learn how to put this thing together and/or take it up and put it down – it’s an adjustable one – so we got it done but what I didn’t think about was it was going to be right on my head trying to get the thing home then, so…

was I thinking about buying groceries – why no…until I got home….

then remembered that store, that’s normally too far away for me to get a sale paper, but that I’ve been going over that way once a week for that Word class, has a FB page with their ads, so check it out – why? make me feel bad for what I didn’t get while I was there? and yep, sure enough, ground chuck – $2.48/lb! – anybody priced it lately? but would it be worth it to make a special trip back over that way, especially since now I’m low on gas and would  have to get some to go back – arrgh!

well, we have one of those cute little cheapie groceries right down the road that dil actually got a sale paper – well, maybe not from that one since they’ve also built another one- from; let’s see, do they have any on sale – no….well, let’s see what we’ve got on hand – still have some more chicken, pork chops, more roast; guess really we’re doing ok, just those taste buds getting tired or maybe not…will see…so…this is Monday

and I do have stuff on hand, soooo we’ll get through;

let’s see, they want me to come in for a test on Thursday but not till 2 that afternoon, just when normally son’s coming in from school and I want to be here so I call them and cancel – again, just like last month – sure wish I’d gotten that ground beef, though; fix that cheeseburger pizza, be just the thing for him to have – except – after all that, when he leaves – oh, btw, mom, won’t be home till 11 – have to work after school – what?! how do I miss this stuff? well, hm…at least won’t want anything this afternoon but will when he comes in tonight – still wish, but….okay, they don’t want me putting it off again another month so finally gonna have me go somewhere else tomorrow morning but not till almost noon; no, told them like to get up, get it done, get back – well, call them yourself, then, ok I will – be here 7:15 – and still have to get gas – but…

okay, will stop by that store – get those cute little – well, was calling them pizza things but guess they’re really not – pick up one for son and check out their ground beef; you know, sometimes, some places they don’t have it regular for what it’s on sale for at others – but, gulp! not here – $5/lb. for ground beef – must be getting like the old folks – remember when you could buy roast for less than that – uh, no….more chicken since it’s on sale? at almost $4/lb. for it – well, okay – we’ll make it with that delicious soup we found over there with that instant tea that we can just mix up; sounds so good for when get home –

but since didn’t get ground beef there decided to stop by the little local cheap grocery and just see and sure enough they have one of those chub specials – 5 lb. for $12.99 – yep, $2.59/lb. so not bad – get the pizza crust – for cheeseburger pizza – then home, then – can’t find the tea

where is it? did I let that girl that was so insistent on taking my groceries out distract me with going and getting that chicken – so call back; yes, they have it, but by then have had to go check on hub’s aunt and found her out in the garden chopping down the corn stalks then when get home son’s gone after all! where? oh, to get that help at the coffee shop with his math homework that’s going to take a while and hub’s not coming home and aunt had gotten her paper and – guess what? know that soap making class been wanting to take for forever – well, it’s tonight – but it’s $40 – oh do I or don’t I – go to all this trouble – not buy $5 ground beef to go spend it on the class, can I justify it or just not care, but mean really not buy $5 ground beef, but will stop by – after – now why not before? what was going on – oh, yea, that whole car repair thing not getting into here and finally eat my nonpizza thing, since didn’t get to eat this morning before that test –  sure wish I had that tea – and made the chicken dish talked about earlier – yes, actually made it yesterday for him to have when get in while I gone…to class and then get the tea

except – what? you sold it?- because there was more on the shelf, except no, there’s not – ok – went ahead and got the frozen veggies on sale

then reminded son doesn’t like those pizza things after all – all bread, no meat on them –

but doesn’t really matter tonight anyway; ate in town, so…

tomorrow’s another day….yea, like today, when he gets up and goes to work, hub gets the mower and mows and they all come in at about the same time, except I don’t know when that was going to be so good thing cooked yesterday but had thought I’d have him that pizza fixed except, what?

ya’ll are telling me ya’ll don’t like ground beef on pizza – and since when was this! I can’t keep up with what they’re eating anymore – and now you tell me you don’t like frozen veggies either – saying they have to be fresh? no?

the canned ones I bought the other day on sale to stock up for the winter are what you prefer? well, at least I have some so…

green beans and corn it is, then!

but now meatballs for tomorrow – we’ll use that ground beef after all but gotta get going now and get them ready – so…

good night all!

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Or maybe it’s Kitsugi


Learn the art of broken pieces,
To mend broken cups, plates and pots,
Line it with lacquer mixed with gold.

Recognizing the history,
Repair but don’t disguise.
Embrace the damage,
For they are the fingerprints of its life.

Ceramic minds offer no insights,
It needs an iron hammer or just let it fall,
Now remove whatever is wrong.

The world will never forget your flaws,
Use them as armor,
And they can’t hurt you.

been listening to a story on our local – well, networked – Christian radio station – by an old author, as in written in the 1800s but still so timely today – even found a blog about her but not linking, not relevant to this – but do want to through this in; used to faithfully listen to these stories every day when my children were small then we got a new radio  that looked, oh so cool, but just did not have the reception that our old one had –  or was it the fact that we moved into our house about that time – but anyway for the past 10 yrs. have not been able to get – oh, I know, or I did learn at some point, I could turn on my faithful computer and get it anytime I wanted but you know I ‘ve learned it’s so easy that when you can do that, you tend to just not do it at all; anyway, we’ve now gotten another new radio – one I thought I would have loved to have had years ago but maybe there was a reason I didn’t but anyway I can now get my beloved radio story once again, so…

there’s a young child in the story so very tender to Jesus – pictures can be so important to young children and especially the picture of Jesus taking the young children unto him when his disciples were trying to brush them off – may we ever keep this lesson close to our hearts – as it was to this precious child at the feet of the young lady who was so burdened for the rest of this family while never giving this young child a thought until she was asked by her if she could come to Jesus as well – oh,my , how that pierced her soul as she realized herself that Jesus would indeed be calling the young ones to him as well and so helped lead her to Christ and rejoiced with her as she realized – He took me in – yes, indeed he took her in – however,

as we all know the devil’s not going to leave it at that, so…

as this ends and we move to join the rest of the family, or at least Mom and big sister, on a dreary, gloomy day just as the one is right now as I’m sitting here, which they couldn’t do, though they probably could have found something equivalent to do, just as I could probably be doing what they were and be in the kitchen, cleaning out my cupboards, putting in new paper or at least washing them, doing the,  you know, taking everything out and putting it back or in a different, possibly better place, including…

soooo big sister’s on a – ladder? well, probably not, probably just on one of the kitchen chairs, putting things up in the high reaches of the corner cabinet, getting to put…

what is that? the family heirloom, the one piece of good dish, bowl, not really sure which, but you get the point – reminds me of Blue Willow – one dish – anyway, young girl who Jesus has just taken unto him, so eager now to be a help, picks up the dish – oh, my, but no…

Put that dish down! oh, can you feel it, but no, she doesn’t drop it; not that bad in that age of somewhat more self-control; she turns to put it back on the table where she got it, but as with so many things, so much easier to have gotten it down than to put it back; she’s not quite tall enough  – oh, my, there it goes, oh how quickly things can happen – the once oh so precious heirloom, the one piece having been able to have been gotten, given? from the mother’s grandmother scattered in pieces on the floor – silence,

then who? sister stepping down from the chair – young lady, who’s the daughter-in-law? – someone gets the broom to begin to sweep up the pieces and do what? gather them up to put them back on the table to try to put them back together when –

No! throw them away! I cannot bear to look at them look like that!  – what is that? if it can’t be perfect like before then not worth it at all – but, wait, remember it’s the only one? –

oh, Mother, can it not be mended? – oh, what heart-rending words – can we not be mended?

oh, didn’t we all need to be mended?

wasn’t it just so wonderful that our dear Saviour didn’t feel as we should just be thrown away? that because his wonderful perfect creation had gotten broken that we were just to be as nothing to him but instead was willing to mend us,

but then, possibly not just mend us, but use that mending to show that he had done so, not hide it as if to make it seem as if we’d never been broken but to show, to His glory, how the mending can make us even more beautiful – not in our own boasting but for Him – that before

I, too, have a dish, like that, that is an only one, that hub and I found at a shop long ago when one of our sons was just a bit younger than this young child that we bought and before we could get out of the store – he was a rambunctious little thing – he came running up, grabbing it out of his hand and, yes, before you could hardly know it, there it went – and hub had his way it probably, too, would have gone in the trash and been gone forever but I took it and brought it home, but because of that attitude – or maybe it was me, I hid it away and never did anything with it – but he brought it up the other day; he thought it was gone forever but I thought I’d kept it all this time so went searching – diligently – for it and sure enough, I found it, laid it out, fit the pieces back together – and now to put it back together again and see if we can make it a thing of beauty and joy after all –

I so hope to be able to be that myself

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A New Voyage of Discovery

In a first ever, I actually received a package via snail mail from an online-only friend, a lovely memorial booklet she did of her father, who passed away, “a distinguished Army veteran of WWII who fought in the European theater”, “who was featured in Love and War by Robert and Jane Easton”, a book I’d never heard of, so of course I had to find out more about it. Turns out it was a book written by a young couple who, having one child and another on the way, he decides to join up for the fight – yes, also WWII –  and head off to war while leaving her behind, yes, to have their upcoming child here by herself – I don’t believe he even got to be here; things were so different then and then write about it both of their experiences, his on the front and hers here, not only at home but also as a v0lunteer for the Red Cross. So while there he meets up with Mr. Strange, my online friend’s father and talks about him in the book, which I won’t say much more about because what fascinated me was finding out who she was.

Turns out her dad had actually done the same thing in the prior war when she was a child, so expect this wasn’t that big a deal for her, but what was surprising to me was finding out just exactly who her dad was. His name was Frederick Faust, which, if you’re like me, doesn’t really mean a whole lot, unless you think about what kind of name that sounds like and who we were fighting – realizing, of course, it’s German – so he decided he probably should change it for his and his family’s safety and security, so what really surprised me was the name he chose – ready?….

Max Brand?! “the” Max Brand! – the prolific author of things beloved Western – no way – well, turns out, yes, way – and further more the thing is that’s not all –

you know what else this prolific Western author also churned out – hold on to your seats because, again, just not way – well, again, yes, way –

no, not Dr. Kildare!

yes, the same Max Brand who wrote all those Westerns also created our heart-throb character, young Dr. Kildare – oh my, just be still, my beating heart –

will wonders never cease?

but, then, to top it all, these such multi-talented people – can they just not be satisfied or maybe I just can’t have a clue what it must be like to be able to just churn out such talent like water but this isn’t even what they really like – it’s just “making a buck” for them to enable them to support their true love and passion –

poetry, as in

Village Street and other poems  and

Dionysus in Hades

which, though much more literary they may be – got check them out – I’m not linking –

have just never gotten the acclaim his westerns and Dr. Kildare have

and now you know pretty much the rest of the story

ending with him going back to Europe at the end of his life as an embedded reporter and getting killed in Italy – end of story

have a good day

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