Being sick is good for me?

     Today, I slept. I don’t often have that luxury, as I have a great deal of difficulty sleeping. Apparently, though, feeling ill is good for me and lets me sleep. Go figure. Blessings come in strange characters, I guess.

     I am reminded of my little gramma’ and how we used to  get such a chuckle frrom her sleeping difficulties.  She had a sleep disorder to the point that we never knew when she would fall asleep.  Many times, she would have a forkful of food lifted to her mouth and her mouth wide open, when without warning, the need to doze would overtake her.  My poor gramma’.  There she would be with her mouth open wide, eyes closed and gently snoring.  It must have been awful for her.  She could never plan because she never could set a proper schedule.

     I wonder if, in the hereafter, she has managed to regulate her waking hours and her sleep time?  I hope so.  She was always so tired that I sincerely hope she has been able to catch up on her rest.

     Are you plagued by difficulty in your sleep pattern?  If you are one of those fortunate people who lives by some sort of a schedule, be thankful.  There is more to that than meets the eye.  Keep a hug on.



The right side of the dirt

     It is 11:37 PM and I just woke up.  Yes, woke up.  At six-o-clock this evening, I found myself with that old familiar feeling of headache and queesiness that comes on at the most inopportune times.  By 8:00, I took to my bed and lay trembling with chills.

     I cannot tell you what happened.  I truly don’t know.  I’m not completely up to snuff, now, but at least I can sit upright without fearing the floor will come up and meet me in the face, thank goodness.  This has been something of an interesting season; blizzard, snow in the house, blankets at windows, headaches and struggles of the medical variety.  Still, what would life be without challenges?  When I stop and think about it, I’m glad for what I have; I’m on the right side of the dirt, as my little brother is fond of saying.  I’m not quite ready for the alternative, yet.  Or, rather, I’m still too interested in what might happen next to give-in to the alternative.  For the most part, I love life and hope to continue exploring its possibilities for a long time.

     I truly hope you and yours are doing well and finding yourselves in good health.  I’m so glad that we’ve had the opportunity to meet and get to know each other.  Thank you for being a part of my life.  Until we meet again, here or somewhere else, keep a hug on. 



Watching the weather go by

     What a thrill it has been to sit indoors and watch the weather go by!  Of course, I might have enjoyed it juuuuuuust a little more if the weather hadn’t chosen to live inside with me, but who am I to complain?  A little snow in the house, using the doors and windows as coolers and even freezers… it builds character, right?  Yes, we had so much snow inside that we were able to use those pockets of frozen areas to keep our sodas really, really COOOOOLLLLLDDDD.

     On the plus side, we now know that, as much as we love our new house, this is probably not where we will choose to settle down for the rest of our lives… hopefully.  Several friends are keeping their eyes open for something a little more cozy.  We still love our beautiful house.  Ourtwardly, it is everything we ever wanted.  That is, if you don’t count the fact that we want more land than we have here.  Unfortunately, as the old saying goes, you can’t judge a book by its cover and the book we are living in is filled with stories, untold.

     Take, for instance, the many places where Old Man Winter seems quite comfortable in making himself at home… inside our house.  Personally, I wouldn’t mind so much, but he does insist on bringing that cold, cold air and snow inside with him.  Makes it very difficult to heat the old place.  Of course, I shall always have a special place in my heart for this dear old house.  It is beautiful and, with enough money, I would so love to make the repairs that would allow us to live out our days here.

     Still, to all things there is a season and this home is not the thing for the winter season.  Thus, when the weather warms up, we shall spend some serious time searching for something more cozy and warm in the winter and cool in the summer.  Stay tuned for futher updates, but don’t hold your breath; its still pretty frigid outdoors and I am not quite ready to venture out.  Until we do, keep a hug on.


On The Eleventh Day of Christmas – A Shortcut In Winter

     Quick message tonight.  We’ve been without electricity, so I wasn’t able to post, except at Red Wagon Flights, last night.  Shortly after writing over there, the lights started flickering and I thought it best not to push the issue.  If I don’t get to see you before Christmas, I do hope you have a Merry Christmas and that the big guy in the red suit is good to you.

     One more idea before I go.  This is an idea that saves many hours, if you happen to heat your home, using wood.  I made firestarters today, just in time before we lost power, again.  Filling cupcake papers with sawdust, I then poured paraffin over the sawdust.  After letting that set-up, you can use these to start a fire, if you have a woodstove.  We have two of them and getting the wood to catch can be quite tedious, at times.  Just put the firestarter into your woodstove, stack the wood as you normally would (heheh, that sounds funny), above the firestarter, and light the cupcake paper.  The wax will let it burn long enough so your firewood can get a good fire going.

     If you don’t have a woodstove, but you know someone who does, believe me, this gift will be very appreciated .  I hope to see you tomorrow.  Stay warm, be happy and keep a hug on.     Yaya


On The Tenth Day of Christmas

     Do you have a favorite book that you have told others about more than once?  I have one.  Its an old, old book that I have read more times than I could begin to count.  In fact, I read most of my books more than once.  My good husband suggested that I get rid of some of my books, once.  Then, he changed his mind when he realized I sometimes read my books as many as twenty times.  Imagine if he had to buy me a new book each time I wanted to read it?

     My little brother and I have always been quite close.  He’s three and a half years younger than I am.  That is, he used to be three and a half years younger than me, until he chose to continue getting older and I opted for never reaching the age of accountability.  But that’s a story for another time.

     Little brother was always in the same boat as I was when we were kids.  Broke.  For allowance, we got 25ยข a week.  Once.  It was hard to learn to budget on such income.  Still, we were creative and managed to exchange gifts.  A favorite was always books, since both of us enjoyed losing ourselves in the worlds created by that elusive group, Writers.  In fact, I think one book in particular changed ownership between us at least six times.  That was the first book in the Childcraft series.  When Mama said they were our books, we believed her.

     On The Tenth Day of Christmas, may I suggest giving a favorite book you already own to someone you love?  Now, don’t fudge and give them the book that you regretted buying.  Its the Christmas season and your gift should be filled with love.  But you would never do something such as I have been tempted to do.

     By the way, that favorite book I mentioned at the beginning of this post is none other than Jack and Jill by Louisa May Alcott.  If you haven’t read it, yet, you are missing out on a marvelous story.  Project Gutenburg is a great place to find it.  Here’s the link:  http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/2786

     Keep a hug on.  Yaya


On The Second Part of The Ninth Day of Christmas

     What fun we have been having!  Were you able to guess what my good husband and I have been up to?  In this season of love and giving, we so enjoy thinking up new ideas or new approaches to vintage ideas.  Such was the case over the weekend when we wanted to give gifts to many people whom we care for.

     You’ve probably heard about some of the creative ways that people give inexpensive gifts; coal, Elf Pillows, Snowman Soup and so many others.  Well, we decided to add our own twist to one of these.  When looking around for a unique idea, try this:  Snowman Poop!  No, No!  Not just ANY Snowman Poop.  This has a particular Eeeeeeewww! factor. Wanna’ know the secret?
     A couple of things.  One is Blueberry-flavored Yogurt Bites.  They look especially gross for being Snowman Poop, therefore quite appealing to little boys.  Also, we packaged them a little differently than someone else might have.  Starting with a brown-paper lunch sack, we… wait!  Let’s do this right.
     Supplies Needed:
          Brown-paper Lunch Sack
          One sheet of toilet paper
          Zip-shut Bags (ours were found in the craft section and measure 4 1/2″ tall by 2 3/4″ wide)
          Curl Ribbon
          Hole Punch
          Half a dozen Blueberry-flavored Yogurt Bites (found in the candy aisle of most large grocery stores – ours were packaged in containers much like you would find regular blueberries packaged in)
          Printouts of the following:
               T-P Your Snowman          and          the following poem:
                 Eeewww! Its snowman poop!
               But here’s the scoop,
               And this you might not know:
               You can eat this tasty treat,
               This lumpy, bumpy, dirty snow.
     First, place about half a dozen blueberry bites into zip-shut bag along with printout of poem.  If you let all the air out of the bag after placing the poem inside, the pressure will hold the poem in the position you want it to stay.
     Seal and place that bag inside brown bag.  Next, fold top of brown bag down until you can lay the bag somewhat flat.  Tape it shut and tape the message, “T-P Your Snowman” on the outside, slightly above where you taped the bag shut.  Over that message, tape the toilet paper sheet so it covers the message.  We used one thin layer so the message could be seen through the toilet paper.  Finally, punch a hole through the top of the brown bag and, having already curled your ribbon, run it through the hole.  Give the ribbon a bit of a twist and you’re done.  One gift with a sufficiently Eeeeeeewwwww! factor to please any daring recipient.
     Now, I’d like to ask you how you feel about this kind of a gift?  As a giver?  And if you were on the receiving end?  As always, keep a hug on.



On the Ninth Day of Christmas

     Today I’m zipping through.  I’ve just finished preparing many, many gifts.  As I have not been able to stop long enough to take pictures, I will give you a hint as to what those gifts are.  Tomorrow, I will post pictures and share more information with you about how you, too, can have as much fun as my good husband and I have been having.  With gifts!  Tsk, tsk.

     Okay, here’s your hint:  this lumpy, bumpy, dirty…

     Have you guessed what we’ve been doing?  Well, hurry on back over here tomorrow and find out, then.  I so look forward to seeing you.  Until then, keep a hug on.