Friday, November 27, 2015

On black Friday

Slept in.

Had leisurely coffee. Two mugs.

Laughed and talked to my man.

Had lunch at home. Erin asked if we could put up the Christmas tree today. And the Little People nativity.

"I could play with that all day!" she said.

Outside was warmer than in my house, so I stayed outside. I saw a baby snake outside one of the sheds. I rode the tractor to mulch up the leaves. Then I grabbed a rake and started raking out the leafy mess in the front garden.

Christmas music is playing.

I got a Zulily delivery: some fleecy Christmas leggings (the uglier the better) and some kid-friendly essential roll-ons for the season (sniffle stopper, immune boom and germ destroyer or something to that effect).

I thought about how happy I feel, and how much energy I have, and how good it is to be home from co-op.

My mums are perking up, and the primrose in the garden is wondering if it's spring.

Picked up sticks in the yard, because one day these hills will be tracks for sleds.

The girls have played non-stop, save for the TV breaks they've had.

I'm so thankful for the peace and quiet and time home with this crew.

Hugging my man out in the garden when he was locking up the shed, I asked him, "Do you feel loved?"

"Yes," he answered.

Tonight, Thanksgiving leftovers, and packing up the few fall decorations I have to make way for the Christmas season.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Thanksgiving 2015

Sometimes, it's a hit.

Sometimes it's a miss.

They say, "Don't debut a new recipe on a special occasion."

This year's Thanksgiving is gluten free.

Turkey and mashed potatoes: no problem.

Butternut bisque: a fave.

Today debuted a pumpkin panna cotta tart and cornbread stuffing.

monkey slippers

the new stuffing, I mean, dressing

gluten free

morning prep

The food was good. The time went fast. There were plenty of smiles and warmth. This heart: happy.

and thankful


that girl

this picture makes me happy

these tasted homemade

Erin set up shop at the door and sold several of her books to Granddaddy and Aunt Lori.

I snagged a selfie with Dad and Linda.

Thanksgiving 2015

After they left, Shane and I walked the trash cans to the end of the driveway. There was a beautiful sunset, and we stood at the end of the driveway holding hands looking out at it.

"How did we ever get here?" he asked, as we were walking back to our home.

Home, sweet home.

"Um, YOU!" I laughed. How Shane found this house, one of the three listings he stuck under my nose that day. And we'll never know if it had been the first one to catch his attention, because it seemed so insignificant back then. The insignificant day that would change everything.

Thanks, God, for glowy pink sunsets, my husband's hand to hold, family around the table, this old/cold house, a long driveway, hot coffee, and a great day.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Fashion statement

Someone posted about it online and I was curious. Looked it up. Mused aloud to Shane about it.

"That's a good idea," he said.

It's a service for people who might not like to shop, or have limited fashion sense (hand up), or just like getting stuff in the mail (me too!) where a stylist shops for you based on your budget and preferences, sends items to your house on a personalized schedule (or just as requested) and you can send it all back if you don't like any of it. Or you just pay for the things you keep--I think you get five items, a mix of outfit/accessory/outerwear.

I am a miserable shopper sometimes. Sometimes I love it. Sometimes I find things I like, but sometimes I don't. My closet? Grays, browns, whites and blacks. I will wear a pair of jeans out before I buy another pair. And if my favorite cut of shirt is on sale (and only on sale), I buy a few of them (and double the gray order). And then I wear those out too.

But a stylist? On a single income? How could this be?

Shane kinda gave me the nod to try it out. (At least, that's how I interpreted it.) I get my first order early December (I opted for quarterly delivery--and I'm not obligated to keep a thing or stay on that schedule).

"What style did you pick?" he asked, when I told him I'll get my first delivery soon.

"Casual Chic," I said, laughing a little. Me ... style ... because "Woods" wasn't a category. "I asked them not to send me anything frumpy."

This morning I got up, came down to make his lunch.

"Look, I drew you a heart," I said, pointing to the mustard. He had noticed some time ago that I stopped making hearts.

He laughed and commented on how it looked broken.

I went into the living room to get his old fleece jacket that I confiscated when we moved here.

"It feels (chilly)," I mentioned, putting it on, also remarking on how I know how much he loves this look from last year. And the year before.

"Wouldn't it be funny if they sent you an oversized gray fleece jacket?" he suggested.

I would have woken the kids up with my laugh if I didn't stifle it. He cracks me up.

(Side note: I met Shane in November 1995 when we had our first date. I love him.)

Monday, November 23, 2015

And still counting (7869-7920)

fog and drizzle
the chimney sweepers

knee high boots
my students' smiles
skate night with a friend
how Erin dances while she skates
80s music

rotisserie chicken
packages in the mail
a tart pan
cans of pumpkin in the pantry
snowflakes by mail

shopping by blanket at home
my waggy dog
God's strength
prayer texts from a friend
coffee with Jen

how her hugs are bear hugs
the giant rainbow
this was a STUNNER

turtle neck sweaters
my favorite cashier at Wegmans

white chocolate raspberry ice cream
homemade chocolate chip cookies
seasonal music on the piano
a coffee date with Becky, sans coffee
her heart and support

jingle bell pens
the smell of clean laundry
books in the mail
peace in difficulty

a fire
heat so hot
a hug from Becky P
camera 2

baptism services

Erica G next to me
play dates (code for visits with mom friends) on the calendar
friends who reach out
Nora's encouraging words
Marshall's mom on the phone

a Monday half day (for us!)
home with kiddos
cloudy skies
a turkey in the fridge

wine in the wine fridge
candy canes
wool socks
her safety

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