Saturday? Too snowy for me, especially, to travel to Tom's company's Christmas party and freezing rain was forecast for the trip home Sunday morning. Tom contacted a couple friends, choosing to play-up the Debra Fell on Monday card rather than the weather, which was fine by me.
So we stayed within the safety of home and had a calm, relaxing time.
From the red couch I'd glance out the big window framing all that cold white snow and treacherous ice, then return to our delivered Chinese food lunch, candles burning in the fireplace and movies. Oh, the contentment wafting in and around our hearts. Seriously.
I'm all for taking some new risks as we age, but traveling over the icy New York thruway when you don't absolutely have to is not one of those risks, especially when you've recently fallen and have a husband who's often tripped in the best and brightest of times.
This weekend, Grace walked and spread her peace everywhere and all was well with our souls.
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Here's a pretty place for you to rest awhile and breathe and dream. (I sent you there last year--do you remember?)
And look what Clarice has gone and created now!
Click here for more peeks from Clarice's sweet home.
And one more field trip today --- Judy's cozy, Christmassy living room---
Don't you want to climb through and sit there awhile? For more of her makes-you-smile details, go here.
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May everyone reading here today be filled with much hope for good things ahead from a good God!
(In other words, don't let this mean ol' world bring you down, ok?)
Need some more good verses about hope? Go here.
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Oh! Nearly forgot. The latest TCM Remembers is here.
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"Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer."... Romans 12:12
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Regarding Christmas decorating? I went down to the basement, whipped the white trash bag off our little Christmas tree, brought it upstairs to our table, plugged it in and called it done --
Er hem. But isn't it wonderful that we have freedom to do Christmas-lite if we so choose? (Technically our little Charlie Brown tree isn't all. I do spread around Christmas cards and sometimes, glittery ball ornaments to disguise what a Scrooge I've become regarding Christmas-gone-insane.)
Want to see Christmas decor done beautifully? I'll send you back over to Clarice's house for new photos of her dreamy Copper Christmas. Always, I come away from Clarice's enchanted, eyes full of wonder.
And doesn't our sad, divided world need more wonder, fascination and awe? I'm thinking, yes. Yes, it does. It's become way too serious out there---oh dear! Lighten up, People. Please.
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My vintage thermometer arrived and I'm thinking it looks rather nifty between the plates--
Just right. Right? :)
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I didn't tell you on Wednesday that I was feeling sad. About what? The death of Alan Thicke.
No, seriously.
I spent many Autumn Cottage hours painting rooms while listening to our worn-thin video tapes of Growing Pains. I'd finish, clean up, then return to the painted room feeling like the Seavers had just vanished, poof! after having squeezed together within those walls to keep me company.
Tom and I had watched Mr. Thicke on This Is Us just days ago, it seemed, but it had been weeks. T'was delightful to see him again. And now, at only 69, he is gone. I prayed for his family, that they'd all come to know the God of all comfort, and later, watched his very recent appearance on Fuller House. He still had impeccable comedic timing and I burst out laughing, but later, wiped away tears--not just because of Alan's family's loss--but ours, as well.
Oh, these lives we lead and all the lives they touch! They sail by so fast and Heaven help us from wasting a single precious day, complaining. About anything.
"The most foolish way to spend a day is by not enjoying each moment." --- Melody Minagar
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"Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, " ... Ephesians 5:16
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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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