Where Debra Takes a Spill

Oh for Pete's sake.

Late Monday afternoon, I stepped half-on, half-off the sidewalk outside our back door, couldn't right myself and splat! Felt every one of my ridiculous _____ pounds when I fell. Scraped (and bruised) both knees and my right palm. 

Of course, I immediately gazed all around in case anyone saw me. Heh.

Sheesh. I picked myself up, waited seconds to see if I'd broken anything (I hadn't) and felt grateful for my thick wool coat which kept my arms from being sidewalk-shredded. A few summer days (over the years) I'd stepped wrong like that, but had never actually gone down.

Not so fortunate this time, but hey! It could've been much worse.

So I took yesterday off. Well, I tried, anyway, because let's face it-- for women at home Life tends to be this way:

Amen, right? :)   But I must've gotten some rest because, from the red couch, I watched Sunset Boulevard and The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, oh, and parts of For The Love of Spock, all via Netflix instant view. (Don't you love the convenience which is Netflix?)

And today I'm feeling better. Oh, I'm a little stiff and can't use my knees to get up off the floor, which yeah, is might tricky, especially at my age.

But mostly? Color me grateful. Grateful that nothing was broken, and the whole neighborhood wasn't watching and for the remarkable way God heals our bodies, seals-up our skin, erases our bruises, again and again.

Thankful, too, that if you've fallen, I now understand what an unpleasant shock that is--and--I'll (hopefully) be more empathetic in the future. And anything which brings extra understanding toward others is a good thing. Indeed.

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"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."   ... Romans 8:28


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Oh, and I can't blame the spill on the ice out there. It had been cleared, though I did step into snow before reaching the sidewalk, so perhaps... But more likely, it's the stepping half on, half off the long center of my shoe that threw me. And of course,  my you're-no-graceful-gymnast-anymore-ya-know-ness.  :)


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                                          And so it begins. Another wintertime.


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"My times are in your hands..."   ... Psalm 31:15


The strangest thing happened. 

See, Tom's and my annual Big Night Out is coming up. His company's holiday party will be held at a lovely banquet hall/inn in Buffalo and we'll spend the night there so to avoid a dark, treacherous, spoil-it-all road trip home.

Well, after much time and thought, I ordered a tunic top for the party, but you know? Two days later, I thought, "Darn. I should've bought something in a more Christmassy color. What was I thinking?" (Just like a woman, all change-her-mind-ish.)

So I decided to order a different tunic, one in red. I'd just keep the other for more casual times, though I could've, later, found something like it at Salvation Army for cheaper. But oh well.

Here's the really weird part. That first tunic was late, so I checked the transit schedule and saw that, yes, it had arrived at our local post office but what the heck? From there it was returned to shipper.

????

Well, days later,  I did one of those 'chat online with someone at our store' things (the guy was super so I later rave-reviewed him) and he easily removed the charge for that tunic from my credit card. Ta da. Easey peasy.

And now I don't have to pay for something that I decided (late) that I didn't really want anyway.

Call me silly, but I believe Grace had her fingers in that somehow. And still I'm learning to always expect goodness.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life."  ...from Psalm 23

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Oh, and yesterday at Netflix while watching the old (1941) movie, Dressed to Kill, my eyes scanned the rooms for decorating ideas (that's what I do) and in the kitchen when I spied a thermometer, I thought, "Oh! That's something I don't have."

So some minutes later, thanks to Ebay, I bought this metal one---

... which I'll center (and hang a tad higher) between these happy faces (unless I change my mind, of course) ---

And being me, I got this for cheap (have you seen the prices on some of these vintage thermometers? Eegads.).

Oh, and that reminds me. Remember when Tom bought that crazy new car (without my blessing) and I was all, like, "Now we'll be living paycheck to paycheck"?

Well, let's chalk that up to a rather 'deer in the headlights' reaction, ok? (Being human and all, hopefully I'm allowed the occasional hissy fit.) I'm still finding money for books and decor so, crossing my fingers, things are okay in the finance department. 

So far.   :)



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Oh, and since you're not gonna see a lot of Christmas decor at this (my) blog, I'll send you over to Clarice's beautiful Christmas pantry.  You'll love it.


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“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.” 
― Carl Reiner

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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.


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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 GladOne4@yahoo.com and I'll happily send it to you. 

Oh! Update:  I found a perfect Daisy Cottage page at Pinterest. I'd looked before, but hadn't placed the word 'dear' in front. So here you go!


Hooray! Here's another.

And okay, okay. Just one more.


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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?


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"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


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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.



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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.


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


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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.

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


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