Friday, December 09, 2016

It's a This and That Kind of Friday

Gee, someone create a Slow Down Time Device already, ok? Wasn't it just Monday?

Anyway, can you believe it's sunny and snowing outside my windows?

                                        (In Real Life, it's brighter.)

Happens occasionally and of course, makes me wish snow always brought sunny skies rather than sad grey ones. If only! Oh well, I'll just appreciate sunny snowy days within their scarcity.


What did I do this week? Besides replacing our cheapo white switch plates with light-catching brass ones (via Ebay), I created my own Daisy Cottage House Tour. Finally! I'd never found one at Kim's blog, so I created a 'tour' by Googling "daisy cottage images" then spending an hour copying and pasting only Kim's photos from hundreds of other folks' pic's.

After placing all the photos in an email, poof! Suddenly there's no need to search through Kim's blog for her best photos illustrating her incredible attention to detail.

If you'd like that email, please ask me at and I'll happily send it to you. 


Oh, and this book arrived!

See, during our first winter in Buffalo, I'd sit at a little lamp-lit table in our kitchen on dark nights when Tom worked, rain slapping the old, wind-rattling windows, reading Great Lakes shipwreck books from the library. I'd place my stocking-feet upon the low, warm radiant heater and let the books take me away to stormy seas with long ago ships heaving up and down and passengers, sailors, in a panic.

We'd recently moved near two of those Great Lakes, so I felt closer to those long ago tragedies. And all these 23 years later, in my mind, I return to that warm kitchen with the table, lamp-glow and shipwrecks within the pages of library books--and feel gratitude for my own adventures hence, ones within my various dear homes and those across country. Safe, all.

We make our own adventures, each of us. You know that, right?


"The Lord will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore."   ... Psalm 121:8

"For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways."   ... Psalm 91:11


Aren't these ladies cute?

Made me wonder if many 1960's teens now dress this way.  :) Myself, I'm still waiting for that type of Dress Anyway You Wish confidence. Someday it'll come. Probably. Maybe.


Ever since the Gilmore Girls revival films, I've had this beautiful song swirling around my head. When I listen, I like to think how we reflect The Light when we come away from times spent with Jesus.

(If you do listen, close your eyes and the waltz-y beauty will relax any stray stressed-out muscles you may own.)

Did you watch This Is Us and The Middle this week? Oh my--the surprise endings! And Chicago Fire--special, special show. As always.


            (Though I'd prefer if it said 'imaginers' rather than thinkers.)   :)


Oh, and if you have extra time, here are some lovely lines from an obituary from my old home town in CA:

From the moment Dewayne Phelps spotted Peggy Horton during sixth grade, he knew that she was the one for him and recognized how remarkable she was. In 1960, she married Dewayne and, for 47 years, they shared life while taking pride in their two sons. During those years, Dewayne was her constant source of love, support and strength. On Sunday, Nov. 27, 2016, while surrounded by her loved ones, Peggy peacefully passed away into the loving arms of her Savior, and reunited with her beloved Dewayne, who passed in 2007.
Education was important to Peggy. She earned an Associate of Arts Degree from Fullerton Community College, and then a BA from CSU Long Beach. For the next 50 years she would use elements of that education to serve thousands of people ---------
Perhaps the value that marked her work, and her life, was the preservation of dignity. As a teacher she taught there is dignity in being a homemaker or in pursuing a career; as an employer she emphasized the dignity in doing a job well, whether it was working as a line cook, waiting tables or catering an event; and as a social worker she found great value in sustaining the dignity of older adults, especially those suffering from dementia and other age-related health issues. Finally, through her service at Woodland Christian Church (where she was a member), Peggy spearheaded a dignified solution in housing the homeless, who had a special place in her heart.


Wishing you a wonderful weekend! Tom and I have big plans to make it a super lazy couple of days, indeed.  Heh.


Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Again. It's Happening Again.

So remember how I've incessantly whined told you they're cruelly chopping down our trees 'round here? Well, this morning they began destroying another one.


I stood at our window awhile watching the murder, steam swirling from my ears (these trees are huge), then thought, "Perhaps there's something online explaining why the heck this keeps happening."

There was. The dreaded ash borer beetle is wreaking havoc on our ash trees and--lest they spread their evil ways more rampantly--the wood from infected trees is being carted far away. Or burned. Or whatever. 

Oh. Did not know that.

Turns out our city leaders are not in cahoots to make me (and other tree adorers) miserable after all.   

Perspective. Today I find my perspective on this tree situation, changing. I get it. We're all resenting these insects intent upon chewing-up our tree-lined city and there's no, "Let's just destroy a bunch of trees cuz we want to," happening.

And, well, speaking of perspective... 

Last week while lying awake one night mulling over 2016's increasing chaos, this came to me:

You can't argue people out of their deception. Only God can set them free. So what's left is that you pray-- humbly--lest you, too, become deceived in a pride which whispers, "This could never happen to me."

That's about the time Earth tilted on its axis, I recalled some long ago sermons and my point of view toward folks was forever tweaked (for the better).

Anyway, just thought I'd throw that out there if anyone needs it. And you won't even require a sleepless night for it to come to you.

You're welcome.   :)

                   “Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” 
― Kahlil GibranSand and Foam


"So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don't fall!"   ... 1 Corinthians 10:12

"Jesus said, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."'   ... Luke 23:34


So I'd not ever heard of Florence Foster Jenkins until this morning when I watched a recent episode of Mysteries at the Museum and oh! What an interesting, eccentric lady. My favorite kind.

No wonder they made a movie about her with the always-wonderful Meryl Streep. 

Watch an interesting interview with scenes from the movie (which I simply must see someday) here.


Sunday, December 04, 2016

Revisiting Some Drama 'Round Here

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."   ... John 14:27


A favorite post from May of 2015, one which I'm thinking is timely, given Today's world and all  --------

So late Sunday afternoon I stepped outside to my Prayer Garden, sat back in my wicker chair, squinted into the sky and, with a book upon my lap, imagined happy things.

Then suddenly some Hell's Angel poster boy (complete with leather vest and beard), began taunting our neighbor, 'George', from the street. "Come on out, George! Are ya afraid, Georgie? Come out of there, Georgie!"

Oh dear. Tom and I think George is terrific, but obviously Biker Guy doesn't. 

Calmly, I gathered my books and stepped back into the house, closed and locked the door and complained to Tom about how I simply must sit outside earlier because late afternoons bring out the loonies. Then I went to the kitchen window while explaining what had happened and watched Biker Guy still threatening George until he walked around the corner and disappeared.

Soon after, George came from his house, got into his truck, revved the engine, then drove around the same corner. Then, because I'm nosy-as-all-get-out, I climbed the stairs to my bedroom window, but couldn't see anything except for a neighbor who must have called the police because a patrol car drove up, slowly, after all the action.


The following night, I got up to feed the cats at the ungodly hour of 1:00 a.m. and noticed George's brother's truck beside his, as though he was spending the night (for protection?). He's never there that late. Then last night just as I fell asleep, suddenly a car horn blared long while it drove past the side of George's house, then again as it passed the front (I saw when I stepped to the window).

Grow up, people. Just grow up.

Yet in the middle of all this drama I've often recalled a line from Simple Abundance which went something like this:

"When it's 2:30 in America, in England it's 1934."

Why that line? Because yesterday while my easy-listening songs wafted everywhere and I swept my kitchen floor, dusted the fireplace, watered my strawberry plants outside, fed the birds and transplanted forget-me-nots into the flowerbed beneath the crab apple tree, my brain thought this:

"When it's crazy-world 2015 in Debra's neighborhood, at Hobbit Cottage it's still 1934."

And it is. Here, within my house and heart, Life is serene and surrounded by green, growing things. Here inside, there are aprons, 1930's magazines, Fiestaware and love and the type of peace which God brings after you let Him haul away your own personal drama because you wanted something incredibly better, stronger, instead.

A peace which no one can steal unless you go all I'm-only-a-victim wimpy and let them just carry it away. But if we have God, we need not do that. Ever.

" ... but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy."... John 16:22


It's possible to create a life which no one can take from you. Seriously.

I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”  ...   John 16:33

(Back here in December of 2016------Gee, I look at these photos and yearn for Springtime. Uh-oh. I'd better go into waiting patiently mode or it'll make for one long winter!)