These are a few of my favorite things ...

... that is––small towns, back roads, old friends, old doors, windows, flowers (especially daisies), little boys (because I had them), my friend's homemade quilts, mailboxes (for what they contain), and tea with all its trappings. Of course there's more. Life is full of favorite things!

It's been awhile ...

... since I was at a college basketball game, but we enjoyed an exhibition one this weekend. The school spirit was contagious. I loved the way they showed an electronic banner of just the eyes of the player doing the foul shot. I decided to become a fan of one of the players and chose #14 because he had the same name--Danny--and is about the same size--as the #14 on our college team. Since youngest son attends this school, maybe its time to more closely follow the team. Gives me something new to root for. After all, spouse was a ball player, so the game has always been close to my heart.

Tooth Fairy

It's always fun to visit our married kids that live a few hours away. The leaves are trying to change color (the drought has obviously affected that to some degree), but the ride was pretty and the cool air refreshing. Even 24 hours out of town can give us a boost.

When we walked into the guest room we found toothpaste and toothbrushes on our pillows. (This younger and youngest son of ours is almost a dentist.) We used to put quarters under our kids' pillows when they lost baby teeth ... I guess roles have changed!

ooo-la-la

GrandHotel-Brighton
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A proper British tea! Friends sent this photo of their tea in Brighton's Grand Hotel. They were remembering a dear mutual friend of ours on what would have been her 80th birthday! How we wish we could have joined them! She was smiling down from heaven, we think, on this her first birthday there. I "just happened" to be drinking a cup of tea from a box she had given us, when the email arrived. It made it even more of an "event." Mmmmm ...I'll have a scone please.

Drawing Light Out of Darkness

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Nine years ago this month must have been a particularly difficult time in our lives. I remember it vaguely, and that a major computer crash topped it all off--both Spouse and I losing some important work. A note in my worn devotional book by the following reminds of that time, and God's faithfulness, for indeed, He made all things straight. I quote it here as it is as good for me today, as it was back then, and I love Robert Browning's poem at the end:

"If I believe in God, in a Being who made me, and fashioned me, and knows my wants and capacities and necessities, because He gave them to me, and who is perfectly good and loving, righteous, and perfectly wise and powerful,––whatever my circumstances inward or outward may be, however thick the darkness which encompasses me, I can trust, yea, be assured, that all will be well, that He can draw light out of darkness, and make crooked things straight."

Thomas Erskine (they wrote long sentences in the 19th century!)


God! Thou art love! I build my faith in that!
I know Thee, Thou has kept my path and made
Light for me in the darkness––tempering joy;
It were too strange that I should doubt Thy love.

Robert Browning

Where's Waldo?

MC Marathon 10-07 048
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Youngest son ran in and completed his first marathon last weekend in Washington DC ... 26+ miles! He trained long and hard for it. We are proud of him! If you know him can you spot him?

on the line

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A young mother-to-be wrote me today that she had "started washing the cloth diapers" as she prepares for her son's birth. In an instant I was back to that time in my life. My cloth diapers were huge--the tri-fold kind--and they did dry faster on a line than pre-folded. My most vivid memory of dealing with them was when we lived in West Africa and a wringer washing machine did its thing (or we did it together--every diaper rung through the wringer, into the rinse tub, and back through the ringer again!), and then they were hung out to dry. Very often they were rinsed once, twice, or even three times by rain showers before they were dry. They sure were stiff to fold, but bleached nicely by the sun (that is, on sunny days.) Seemed I did diapers almost every day.

They had to be folded. I suppose they could have been stuffed somewhere in a bag and pulled out when time for a diaper change, but they needed to get to diaper shape eventually, so the tidy Dutch--or is it German--in me got to folding them when they were dry. I did find that monotonous job a time to focus on and pray for my babies. When I mention this to young moms considering the pros and cons of cloth diapers today, they add this idea to the plus side. The environment likes cloth too ...

Outstanding photo was googled from somewhere

a change in the air

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After last week's rain nourished the earth, today the air is clear and crisp and the skies are as blue as can be. Driving my mother home from a visit to my brother's north of us, the colors were turning on the trees and it was, as they say in the south, a "pretty day." I love these cool autumn days when the heat and humidity are finally gone, and we try to hold off turning on the furnace by wearing sweaters and lap blankets indoors. It's definitely time for some hot tea to warm the hands, if not the rest of me.

Women Thoughts

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I was standing by the hospital elevator having a conversation with a grandson of my father's college roommate. As we said good-bye and I walked away, I thought to myself, "What a moment." To think that some 65 years later, old friends' offspring would randomly meet more than a thousand miles from the college connection. That's the sort of thing that gives me kind of a thrill. One of those rare, random encounters. At dinner with my brother and his wife, I related the incident. My sister-in-law piped up, "I know exactly what you mean. I always wonder when I'm in an airport or in a large crowd, if I'm passing someone I know, or someone related to someone I know. Those possible just-misses are fun to think about."

"Oh my, I think about that too in an airport, or some crowded event," I continued, " What if I just passed the niece of our old pastor? Who knows how connected we all really are?" Spouse and my brother looked at each other, totally stymied.

"Must be how women think." Well, at least these two women.

Rain Don't Go Away

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It's still raining! A wonderfully dreary day again today. Not sick of it yet, it's been so long without. All day yesterday and today it's been steady, soft rain ... just what we need! I can't complain about all the mud and leaves being tracked in by humans and dogs ... we cherish God's blessing! And I'll end this rain conversation!

More Than Enough

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In the West African country where we lived years ago, they are dealing with heavy rains causing great destruction. In a letter I received from a friend there, she said that instead of the usual question we ask: "Why did God allow this to happen?" the local people are asking, "What did we do to God?" Interesting perspective. One way says the problem is God's fault and the other says it's our own fault.

She goes on to say that stories are sad about folks losing almost everything they own. But all the people she speaks with do not question God or what He is doing. Rather they are thankful that no one was hurt when their rooms (houses) fell.

Many agencies are surveying the damage to see what they can do to help, and some help will come, but it will be a long time until the area recovers from a disaster of this size.

No flooding here, but the rains continue ... today might be a slow steady rain. A good soaking is what we need. But let's not forget those far away who have had too much rain, and in CA, too much fire.

It's Raining!

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Again today, and maybe tomorrow! God pays attention to our prayers.

Speaking of Letters ...

Italian stationery
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I got this letter today and I wish you could appreciate the beauty of the paper with the rough edges and the water marks, both on envelope and stationery! A keeper for sure. By the way, it's raining!

English Tea

English tea
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It's a dead give away when I wake up in the morning and have no desire for a cup of coffee. Instead, a cup of hot tea does wonders. Such it is today as this virus, whatever it is, continues its march throughout my respiratory system. Today is a dreary, humid day. As I sipped my tea I was taken back to the bridge teashop in Bath that rainy day over a year ago when Spouse and I squeezed into a corner table for a meat pie and cuppa. They don't make much of a fuss about tea in England. In fact, every cup we had in a public place was just as pictured here.

It's amazing how focused we are on the weather right now. It looks so much like it could, but it just doesn't rain. There's a feeling of tired expectancy as everything withers and dies. At least we don't have to mow. There's always a positive side to anything, no matter how mundane it might be.

Praying for Rain

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"If My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin and will heal their land."

Last night our church called a special service to pray for rain. The drought in our area is truly serious. I still have some summer flowers blooming, but it's sad to see rotting, unfertiliized grass seed (and this was the year we needed to seed a new lawn), and dying shrubs and trees. I'm wondering when our city will put further restrictions on our water use. There are several things we're doing at our house to help. I guess it has to be one person at a time making a difference.

We were reminded last night that God in His loving providence knows our situation here. We trust Him fully.

Meanwhile, I'm remembering from our days without water in Ghana, how many things one can do with just one bucket of water!

more on letters ...

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This is not my story, but one I read:

"I ran short of money while visiting my brother, and borrowed $50 from him.

"After my return home, I wrote him a short letter every few weeks, enclosing a $5 check in each one. He called me up and told me how much he enjoyed the letters, regardless of the money; I had never written regularly before.

"Eventually I sent off a letter and the last five-dollar check.

"In my mail box the next week I found an envelope from my brother. Inside was another $50."