I saw where Mrs. Catherine is no longer blogging and I will miss her very much. She's real... Velveteen Rabbit kind of real.
Also, I was wondering about Mrs. Wilt recently and went to The Sparrow's Nest to see if there was an update... only to find her blog has been removed. If anyone knows how she is doing, please write!
Sally Clarkson has a beautiful post about the times in which we live and the need to trust God. It is good to have her back from England and no, I haven't even written her an e-mail.
Bad Brenda! I must be glued to the office chair and be more productive about chatting through e-mails with nice people. It's exactly because you all are so patient with me that I am behind. Everything else has demanded attention.
Uh... now the excuses...
First there were two weeks of illness, then spending twenty hours with A. for her nursing project (which was actually delightful) while trying to catch up on housework and getting the yard ready for freezing weather. And now... my sister is flying in on Wednesday. My oldest sister.
As Stephanie said when I told her, "Did you check for dirt under your nails?" I do dishes so much that dirt doesn't have time to collect on my hands but it certainly does on my kitchen floor, not to mention spider webs on the ceiling. This is my oldest sister (twenty years older) and I am the youngest. Some things never change, no matter how old we both have become. I will be scrubbing the place tomorrow so it absolutely sparkles when she arrives. I wonder if there is time to vacuum the lawn.
She usually visits this time of the year, when the trees are at their peak color and the temperatures are cool. We had record heat (mid 80s) over the weekend but we'll be back with highs in the 60s and perhaps 50s while she is here... hehehe. Let her tell me how warm Tampa is at Christmas while she shivers for a couple of days adjusting to the cool weather here. (There's that Bad Brenda again!)
I look forward to her visit each year but this one will be bittersweet. It is her first visit since her hubby (aka: Uncle Gibby or "The Old Coot") passed away a few months ago. We all miss him so much, it will seem so strange not talking to him while she is here, thanking him each day for letting her leave her home in Florida to "come home" and visit all of us.
When I talked to her over the weekend, she was telling me about a picture her six year old grandson drew in first grade last week. It showed all the members of their family and in the sky was a stick figure with wings... Grandpa as an angel. Hmmm... never quite thought of The Old Coot as an angel but I sure would love to see him in Heaven someday. :)
I am hoping between scrubbing, shining stuff, and vacuuming, I will get another pantry post together.
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