tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91570213522238346582024-02-23T21:03:09.468-05:00One Old Goatand her little farmOneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.comBlogger633125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-79146803253530956172023-06-27T15:01:00.004-04:002023-06-27T15:01:54.046-04:00Busy summer<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUFUDhA8IwdLSMOUjRT35wzadXw5cKXntNC9IXKTBbaeQ9losoUNFvmRNhPQpTeWprLA1WBXkLBOZW9kKdbE96IXW40Jk8_FxY0pc6l1hb_kC9lfxsyzw3H-d_6KEfbH6V6fEIVEDK-q1nu3n_f8Qf2C0HIiGA9aJ1UcGTuHtGKWuL1Kk30OigRbgrRnL/s320/IMG_3697.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUFUDhA8IwdLSMOUjRT35wzadXw5cKXntNC9IXKTBbaeQ9losoUNFvmRNhPQpTeWprLA1WBXkLBOZW9kKdbE96IXW40Jk8_FxY0pc6l1hb_kC9lfxsyzw3H-d_6KEfbH6V6fEIVEDK-q1nu3n_f8Qf2C0HIiGA9aJ1UcGTuHtGKWuL1Kk30OigRbgrRnL/w200-h150/IMG_3697.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So much for keeping up with this blog! Seems like there is always something to do and for that, I am very grateful! We finally have rain - in fact, it has rained several times in the past week and a half. My potato plants look beautiful and I'm really hoping that this year, I have a decent amount of potatoes. My tomatoes are looking strong and healthy as are my peppers and zucchini. I really hope that my pumpkins do well. Despite planting 4 pumpkin plants, it appears that only 1 is looking perky. <div><br /></div><div>When my mom passed away, I inherited her Jeep and unfortunately, its time has come and I will be trading it in. The jeep is a little big for me and even though I'm retired, I do a lot of driving short distances. I think now is the time to scale down to a smaller car. I had a little Suzuki that I can honestly say was my favorite care but sadly, they are no longer made. So on Friday, I will visiting some of the local car dealerships and instead of a vacation, I'll be buying a car. I'm happy that I am able to do so but sad because I really wanted to take my daughter to the beach!</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5xq1_XtNMaYr-VZApDMOPYS1DH7V5XIAV8aEhOc8x9Cuf9aTZ9PtZCzv2Ka8SIHx7VmYtmnnw4r3YVUO3jdUHWfazMRvBoYndU3x29qf9kQtFfW2RyLroA-1puX-gHFt6U78iLCZVHcNX3OVyhdbflzD7jNy7uIi46U88TmmNDj3SSuOrM8DaTk0-lJ8/s320/IMG_4270.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf5xq1_XtNMaYr-VZApDMOPYS1DH7V5XIAV8aEhOc8x9Cuf9aTZ9PtZCzv2Ka8SIHx7VmYtmnnw4r3YVUO3jdUHWfazMRvBoYndU3x29qf9kQtFfW2RyLroA-1puX-gHFt6U78iLCZVHcNX3OVyhdbflzD7jNy7uIi46U88TmmNDj3SSuOrM8DaTk0-lJ8/w200-h150/IMG_4270.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Lots of quilting going on! I was asked to be co-president of the local quilt guild and of course, I said yes. I'm sure these next 2 years will be a learning experience! I've finished several projects including a red/white/blue quilt for my father-in-law. It doesn't meet the requirements for Quilts of Valor so it is simply a red/white/blue quilt which I think he will love. I made a throw quilt for a friend from church and I'm happy with how it turned out. I think my friends likes it! I quilted a printed panel for the 4th of July and am in the process of completing a dog quilt for someone else. </div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7GNALhpKzBognT-IAJIuEefBIRmEttJ0Nj0ptRrrKtBo5GLi--nsU0nHivMNhsgtdffbmnzhZRPsFUZpJh2JXDt-TEwfqc3p_PwF6MGpXN9f4d4TXeudUcv8LZ4xxnSN5GP7pS81mEpcnFS-Ca7UabjpiZzvebuo1xqdggl1zJ8gYA674v2PD0IytxY5/s320/IMG_4610.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU7GNALhpKzBognT-IAJIuEefBIRmEttJ0Nj0ptRrrKtBo5GLi--nsU0nHivMNhsgtdffbmnzhZRPsFUZpJh2JXDt-TEwfqc3p_PwF6MGpXN9f4d4TXeudUcv8LZ4xxnSN5GP7pS81mEpcnFS-Ca7UabjpiZzvebuo1xqdggl1zJ8gYA674v2PD0IytxY5/s1600/IMG_4610.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I still need to make a quilt for my grandchild who is due in August. I already have the design and fabric so I'll get going on that this week. I have a Penn State quilt to make for my oldest grandson which will be the project immediately after the baby quilt. I'm hoping to enter a couple of my quilts in the Grange Fair in August.</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Amazingly, I haven't complained about the weather yet but then we are only a week into summer. I'm sure the humidity will catch up with me soon and I'll grumble a bit.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4UOAp4dTniVB59SvRRokeC6Uts5ZtJqmYTjpOyHufa4Fdo1dMMYKKizqin_hngDKT9DUoPEKxkS-fl4oWr8kqF7M2tH0TU0wzC4YfsiKJ2lRpu3v0KZWrJllrdfTFOLj0DIlJPxNo_0CN8gt1-zrssYosjiLKZAt5qn70xEgdcrlZiXXiV-3PD9EZlOTz/s320/IMG_4732.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4UOAp4dTniVB59SvRRokeC6Uts5ZtJqmYTjpOyHufa4Fdo1dMMYKKizqin_hngDKT9DUoPEKxkS-fl4oWr8kqF7M2tH0TU0wzC4YfsiKJ2lRpu3v0KZWrJllrdfTFOLj0DIlJPxNo_0CN8gt1-zrssYosjiLKZAt5qn70xEgdcrlZiXXiV-3PD9EZlOTz/w200-h150/IMG_4732.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <p></p></div>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-42392351837268249592023-06-01T14:59:00.002-04:002023-06-01T14:59:26.816-04:00Nine fingers.<p> A few weeks ago, I smashed the pinky finger on my right hand while moving a ball of cement. My last thought before the smashing was that I really should ask my husband for help. I smashed my finger to smithereens - splitting it open and breaking the top of my finger. I refused to look at it because I knew it was bad. I simply walked in and showed it to my husband who then jumped up and grabbed a washcloth to wrap around my hand. I knew I should probably go to urgent care but I also knew that there really wasn't anything to be done for it. So instead, I waited for my daughter-in-law (who is used to providing medical care for her horses and dogs) to come home from work so I could go over and have her bandage me up. I'm happy to say that it is healing nicely.</p><p>I've been playing the piano with only nine fingers that past few Sundays which has gone surprisingly well. I was surprised how I could play without that little pinky finger. However when I was practicing today, I decided to see how it felt to use all of fingers. It did not feel good. It hurt like heck so I'm back to playing a little short fingered.</p><p>On a more positive note, I have ordered just about everything needed for the baby shower. I'm sure I will remember something when we get a little closer. I'm really looking forward to the baby shower and to the birth of our new grandson in August! </p><p>Still no rain but hopefully on Saturday. My tomato plants are looking very sad but they most often look this way at this point in June. My brussel sprouts look pretty health still as do my zucchini. My spinach would be doing great if the cat hadn't gone in and dug up the seeds.</p><p><br /></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-70613936669186015572023-05-31T18:32:00.002-04:002023-05-31T18:32:24.502-04:00Girls and flowers.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPrXUXKBCuPxQz8JeMn4IE_db84wozpSyod2DwbtVggjcJ43ywH0REnQ9wg26Dww0vtd6yUMoi8LJcEcqM9HANPfFaWkkScOV1CgVbGClRnsL7oDlb6RMg8ss8n9bu65z5YfuUaOC1MO5XyTvnKi_NPb1rf3-_slSu3xUIq0YnGZ4Tu-nhaQxcST9Rw/s4032/IMG_4380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPrXUXKBCuPxQz8JeMn4IE_db84wozpSyod2DwbtVggjcJ43ywH0REnQ9wg26Dww0vtd6yUMoi8LJcEcqM9HANPfFaWkkScOV1CgVbGClRnsL7oDlb6RMg8ss8n9bu65z5YfuUaOC1MO5XyTvnKi_NPb1rf3-_slSu3xUIq0YnGZ4Tu-nhaQxcST9Rw/s320/IMG_4380.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrLb0Aw80E4VPjb6NO9VM2hWca0D_KsSQIS-AxMABrZShgCdqnzjydDiYOm3wQUOIlk2uILykqmyFGVH3Xv-__nS0e-zPEiy2BOW09Z_JGKmo_eZOezimJ4abt64ppyT1v2iysjxjFK4iSGSc0-rwSuA3-ABckYeKZ450yRwiDB9qf3iBtlxpfmirHQ/s4032/IMG_4385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrLb0Aw80E4VPjb6NO9VM2hWca0D_KsSQIS-AxMABrZShgCdqnzjydDiYOm3wQUOIlk2uILykqmyFGVH3Xv-__nS0e-zPEiy2BOW09Z_JGKmo_eZOezimJ4abt64ppyT1v2iysjxjFK4iSGSc0-rwSuA3-ABckYeKZ450yRwiDB9qf3iBtlxpfmirHQ/s320/IMG_4385.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>One of the best things about retirement is being able to spontaneously do fun things. One afternoon, I met up with 2 of my daughters and we went for a walk around campus. Penn State campus is especially gorgeous in the spring both in sights and smells! We walked to the arboretum to view all the new plants and exhibits. The children's garden was just being planted which gave me hope that I wasn't too late with my garden. My daughters and I share a love for coffee - they like iced and I like my coffee hot no matter the weather. At a recent conference, I found a cute little coffee shop that offered a honey-lavender latte and it was delicious! I was very pleased that our local coffee shops both offer something similar. It is a treat that on my way to work at the library, I stop and pick up a latte :) <p></p><p>One thing that I am learning is how to say 'no'. It seems that once the word is out that you are retired, all sorts of opportunities present themselves. And I want to do every single one! Today I was asked if I would play the calliope during the parade at our antique tractor show since the usual player wasn't available. I had already committed myself to a meeting of our quilt guild on Friday during the time of the parade. Since I am just beginning the role of co-president and have NO idea of what I'm doing, I had to say no to the calliope. I hope I get the chance another time. <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQctHsi1K0x5lZ0tYZ_d9qXdO9vfBpFwfQ65mq9qibDFvK_UkjHz0kzPIY-VV2KXEMqc9mlWTBbtLBMSU58OZg8ifYktHIR8CQd0FLHWr-c2dAeLYpF16rvXGHFR70l2S0MS_0y4Wu6CeDLtUb2wDlHlMi550hyIYZTH_8XgnDcNqeLPWkGcTgHERYQ/s4032/IMG_4393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQctHsi1K0x5lZ0tYZ_d9qXdO9vfBpFwfQ65mq9qibDFvK_UkjHz0kzPIY-VV2KXEMqc9mlWTBbtLBMSU58OZg8ifYktHIR8CQd0FLHWr-c2dAeLYpF16rvXGHFR70l2S0MS_0y4Wu6CeDLtUb2wDlHlMi550hyIYZTH_8XgnDcNqeLPWkGcTgHERYQ/s320/IMG_4393.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Currently I am trying to help put together a baby shower for my daughter-in-law. Her mom and I are hosting it and thank goodness, Ang (her mom), is organized. I'm the type of person who knows what I should do but have trouble actually taking action. I've given up any hope that I will have the baby quilt started - let alone done - by the time of the shower. I do have a vision of what I want to make so once I get started, I should be good. <p></p><p>So many good, fun things to do! I'm happy - very, very happy!<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhombQwtLeu4A-6fZvwTLJeoKGb1FKiP92_D23SsWZYN8qmz1knniraSVbDZBkc42NevKQIYhgS2P3kuGS9-u9G7x9agRGNnedDMSTORoiIlNcTVvi3L7uWlEI-tzBYBCowtfD-A6nuOdeLnHtM6nB17buV-gk8A2AHsZfRcpQM2_3rHo4p1gEhK6AcQg/s4032/IMG_4397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhombQwtLeu4A-6fZvwTLJeoKGb1FKiP92_D23SsWZYN8qmz1knniraSVbDZBkc42NevKQIYhgS2P3kuGS9-u9G7x9agRGNnedDMSTORoiIlNcTVvi3L7uWlEI-tzBYBCowtfD-A6nuOdeLnHtM6nB17buV-gk8A2AHsZfRcpQM2_3rHo4p1gEhK6AcQg/s320/IMG_4397.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-7649862019744940482023-05-30T19:01:00.001-04:002023-05-30T19:01:11.254-04:00My favorite view.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup2k5zxlpfRnv9S2ZpxGkxiCyx7dUFKsWsBcSv4eIMqiJloJhl29AFgyZzmd9otLf-gHdKBnVSdeDHovPgaLcQ9ys9FtWergC_kcYbhBfSHzRQhb1q5vTyXFSzxvGGkstGea8egS1-4n-qEUOqlDpFbcABH1iC1KlQJagktRG1jOxXlsJaT8TpYF6YA/s4032/IMG_4462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhup2k5zxlpfRnv9S2ZpxGkxiCyx7dUFKsWsBcSv4eIMqiJloJhl29AFgyZzmd9otLf-gHdKBnVSdeDHovPgaLcQ9ys9FtWergC_kcYbhBfSHzRQhb1q5vTyXFSzxvGGkstGea8egS1-4n-qEUOqlDpFbcABH1iC1KlQJagktRG1jOxXlsJaT8TpYF6YA/s320/IMG_4462.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> I can't believe I haven't written anything since January! I honestly thought that after retiring, I would have time for my blog (which I've always enjoyed). So much has happened since January - nothing major but all things that I have truly enjoyed! The photo above is my laundry on the line. This is one of my favorite things - even in the winter! There is nothing better than the smell of clean fresh air-dried sheets and nighties! Especially after a beautiful day working hard outside. One of my greatest joys has been able to sit on my deck late into the night just enjoying the sounds of the woods and the glow of my firepit. <p></p><p>There are so many things to be thankful for! Looking ahead for more days filled with pure joy!</p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-89935361480912005842023-01-20T18:58:00.000-05:002023-01-20T18:58:36.125-05:00It's January?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL-BdIOcMRNw58v9QKyJgMEKKrtE9SUwwGKWuof85igWEKsp_PlYOA7btxWZTesncLM8WDgqPj2wbnjP_Rw1NkWWfuCSsry-Nn9FTS9RAyLkkqpYmsUVCn0YGvb8qjnGu7Gp9LrDoP4wOhPM8BUcskoeyPcTZBFnbRcq0yS3OVB8-iL2Y11m6aESZFQ/s320/IMG_3471.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUL-BdIOcMRNw58v9QKyJgMEKKrtE9SUwwGKWuof85igWEKsp_PlYOA7btxWZTesncLM8WDgqPj2wbnjP_Rw1NkWWfuCSsry-Nn9FTS9RAyLkkqpYmsUVCn0YGvb8qjnGu7Gp9LrDoP4wOhPM8BUcskoeyPcTZBFnbRcq0yS3OVB8-iL2Y11m6aESZFQ/w150-h200/IMG_3471.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79YP7m1bsxdywlk0a2RaBH5Kol2r-hSPIYvlCM1tGXNAG8kUbYg7ILnD05JB9-FYhuCV41VQKxIEE69D-mKzTz9i3UDhn7Ckno9GMR047Eb8ghxMESw0tDuUhEVw7AdRNnH1UgrCiSQZXTtWiqFL0EQHNvMoYVpWVaunpfPnEllEyIVg7K1HuJak3Xg/s320/IMG_3535.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79YP7m1bsxdywlk0a2RaBH5Kol2r-hSPIYvlCM1tGXNAG8kUbYg7ILnD05JB9-FYhuCV41VQKxIEE69D-mKzTz9i3UDhn7Ckno9GMR047Eb8ghxMESw0tDuUhEVw7AdRNnH1UgrCiSQZXTtWiqFL0EQHNvMoYVpWVaunpfPnEllEyIVg7K1HuJak3Xg/w200-h150/IMG_3535.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>What a beautiful week it has been! These photos were from earlier this<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUP5EvhkvFja9bfCwymmkmeU7ODB37yO4QJOhfAkA1QfsNG0Zu7ukTJuHar3R0M72_MAKvI5AbXfp7rdtGLgefUf_neVld2fVVed8T7gjEAWh3XT9a7ekyMmFv7KKGLlbo_W-UKUXn6slpElcCnzbEWNXMOVpxgrSe1jkMlpVae-RRZv2G8INmqa36A/s320/IMG_3543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUP5EvhkvFja9bfCwymmkmeU7ODB37yO4QJOhfAkA1QfsNG0Zu7ukTJuHar3R0M72_MAKvI5AbXfp7rdtGLgefUf_neVld2fVVed8T7gjEAWh3XT9a7ekyMmFv7KKGLlbo_W-UKUXn6slpElcCnzbEWNXMOVpxgrSe1jkMlpVae-RRZv2G8INmqa36A/w200-h150/IMG_3543.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />week on one of my walks. The first photo shows the valley with a blanket of fog. Off to the left where you can't see, there was a barn that has stood since 1890 or so. It is now an Amish family's barn and home but years ago, it was the family farm of one of my friends from church. Anyhow, on Monday of this week, that barn burned to the ground. Thank God no humans or animals were injured but all the winter's hay is gone. It's interesting - in less than 24 hours all of the debris had been carried away and I am sure that there will be an Amish barn raising within the week. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIr3OvzKp8efeWz5mAEg87SjEIkxp3BQThDe9Ox4TS3ldZ9jifRlCFji64W11Ck2X467PFCePQDkyaGWR6vpeba4tlGGjTZjHNseFzj2TM6nYvXKrpmcQ8wsq9wpEdGnQrFXgIt2bj_-viPtQoGJfGF_6MnO851WEfrZgHVP0L3l_hbzGku0ISB-PtaQ/s320/IMG_3536.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIr3OvzKp8efeWz5mAEg87SjEIkxp3BQThDe9Ox4TS3ldZ9jifRlCFji64W11Ck2X467PFCePQDkyaGWR6vpeba4tlGGjTZjHNseFzj2TM6nYvXKrpmcQ8wsq9wpEdGnQrFXgIt2bj_-viPtQoGJfGF_6MnO851WEfrZgHVP0L3l_hbzGku0ISB-PtaQ/w200-h150/IMG_3536.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /><br />The other barn photo was from another day. This is a farm that has 2 huge bulls with their little goat friend. Everytime I go past, that goat is hanging out with the bulls. So cute!<br /> <p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-31728818660588677592023-01-18T19:59:00.003-05:002023-01-20T18:47:55.965-05:00Grandma's cookie jar.<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwx-5gHBOXBx-NLtSSECdvbh46_DAJCFEQFwmAO3PsFUvn-fTa-Xik3w_fjvkTcTjUevL3PdFT74PwJE9BJAHBqWbidXZ0A2ARL7M25tCKhzc2uGCaX4Cd7XoRNKqq1z2ETlTOUcDQkBv5lC5vqtYdHkeoTcaVi-V0lvrhd970COamGXZT24vo_3ZIYg/s320/IMG_3552.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwx-5gHBOXBx-NLtSSECdvbh46_DAJCFEQFwmAO3PsFUvn-fTa-Xik3w_fjvkTcTjUevL3PdFT74PwJE9BJAHBqWbidXZ0A2ARL7M25tCKhzc2uGCaX4Cd7XoRNKqq1z2ETlTOUcDQkBv5lC5vqtYdHkeoTcaVi-V0lvrhd970COamGXZT24vo_3ZIYg/w150-h200/IMG_3552.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /> This cookie jar sat in my grandmother's pantry for as long as I remember. Grandma was a baker and grandpa loved to eat so I'm sure that the cookie jar was always well stocked with homemade cookies although I can't remember for sure.<p></p><p>After my grandmother passed, the cookie jar lived at my mother's house. I always had my eye on that jar because it reminded me of some fun times in my life. It also reminded me - for some odd reason - of the Raggedy Ann & Andy books I used to read. I've no idea the connection between the Raggedys and this beautiful cookie jar.</p><p>When my mom passed, I brought the cookie jar home with me. I put it safely in my cupboard where it wouldn't get broken. And where it couldn't be seen. Now that my mind isn't cluttered with work problems, I have time to think about other things. Other things such as why should this cookie jar that is beautiful and holds so many wonderful memories be hidden away. If it stays in the cupboard I can't enjoy it but if I bring it out and set it on my counter and fill it with yummy home baked cookies, there is a 50/50 chance that I may break it. But at least I will have enjoyed it! </p><p>So today I cleaned the cookie jar and filled it with snickerdoodles. It makes me happy to see it and it makes my husband happy to eat the cookies within! And now, I may go ready my Raggedy Ann & Andy books!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr4YEChChETDLC1102jVZTjYDGYXyQjQ5BJgu8P6dVoRo5j3T1Z5YorhF9_Uea9cCOZQR1eu0DTwjgPG_8or_ghd1926xscWkfOJuUCuYOW-7HM6-oYerXFCivY5g86i5r2IMsZU_zVTiG9o9ZT_BgxeqtJ_GY3CyMloKtv7JjYoOTGar7hVgD1S5olA/s320/IMG_3551.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr4YEChChETDLC1102jVZTjYDGYXyQjQ5BJgu8P6dVoRo5j3T1Z5YorhF9_Uea9cCOZQR1eu0DTwjgPG_8or_ghd1926xscWkfOJuUCuYOW-7HM6-oYerXFCivY5g86i5r2IMsZU_zVTiG9o9ZT_BgxeqtJ_GY3CyMloKtv7JjYoOTGar7hVgD1S5olA/w150-h200/IMG_3551.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-6304551413982406372023-01-13T15:24:00.001-05:002023-01-13T15:24:37.797-05:00Retired and busy.<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmpk30WaEbCxm7P_FkciLGipMGN_Wm6He32Z0U5AUPR0c080RzwgtCiZnltQNWiRQ7q2Uypy79NdHJFaySE0p4SipU0zdxP0nNIwmPYjxD2nnc905zx4IA9DAxQLglMTmtx00XAHSh6qzvcQ0l-972-TAwHvLRuWddg7CITFvZcDuO--iV5pAwMECZw/s320/IMG_2911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmpk30WaEbCxm7P_FkciLGipMGN_Wm6He32Z0U5AUPR0c080RzwgtCiZnltQNWiRQ7q2Uypy79NdHJFaySE0p4SipU0zdxP0nNIwmPYjxD2nnc905zx4IA9DAxQLglMTmtx00XAHSh6qzvcQ0l-972-TAwHvLRuWddg7CITFvZcDuO--iV5pAwMECZw/w150-h200/IMG_2911.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halloween table runner</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnk9Al7eAhvX526EupPh85INSMyXwZ0cyEyfjMpeFOr6FfdokbyoQaJIxDA2Z9Mg3uDVEzgUcWKeK9TO1nza2VRWCsCDqCp-0cFOfYuBFrUI293k-LXcCAf0ihO5BmKJrFpiktqKXAh9mF_2PoSRQd3Iy2t9zz8ZDum55Z1xX3nSpJbT4YEGNGbWwCw/s320/IMG_2913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnk9Al7eAhvX526EupPh85INSMyXwZ0cyEyfjMpeFOr6FfdokbyoQaJIxDA2Z9Mg3uDVEzgUcWKeK9TO1nza2VRWCsCDqCp-0cFOfYuBFrUI293k-LXcCAf0ihO5BmKJrFpiktqKXAh9mF_2PoSRQd3Iy2t9zz8ZDum55Z1xX3nSpJbT4YEGNGbWwCw/w150-h200/IMG_2913.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miniature Log Cabin</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYEb4nd9sH1fQqBjLFFGL2aDa07WJ6C7UWaR_bZc-0iX80eLhfR4S5L-znYmJz5ksz1E-NeC0jCFApPmai7E9jLPZCHAB3vgpQY1O-WYBEIa2_eIBoMvpGJsmnbD75VLRpZJY2WUkugwvAhC33zJ3baFdRCdVN2tcdQAdh3a41U3cuNSAA3-k7fiNbQ/s320/IMG_3168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNYEb4nd9sH1fQqBjLFFGL2aDa07WJ6C7UWaR_bZc-0iX80eLhfR4S5L-znYmJz5ksz1E-NeC0jCFApPmai7E9jLPZCHAB3vgpQY1O-WYBEIa2_eIBoMvpGJsmnbD75VLRpZJY2WUkugwvAhC33zJ3baFdRCdVN2tcdQAdh3a41U3cuNSAA3-k7fiNbQ/w150-h200/IMG_3168.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goodnight Irene</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjnj29rdfBOivogRxaHmWO84VqhNKtJNGs-dBLdTi4SUDbtWNV7Q1gv3YdVxCupOFLv1RivXqnyCVzVfuwViciwwc20pbCCYxN7sGMuGpp3ljGXTMhmcRxCYJlWoDhULpibDALU50Zs8nGYPg7YgmlK7ZRjrYCUWwZtc9b4jZz5zOKAbQSwr1cz8yTA/s1000/IMG_3255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="750" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjnj29rdfBOivogRxaHmWO84VqhNKtJNGs-dBLdTi4SUDbtWNV7Q1gv3YdVxCupOFLv1RivXqnyCVzVfuwViciwwc20pbCCYxN7sGMuGpp3ljGXTMhmcRxCYJlWoDhULpibDALU50Zs8nGYPg7YgmlK7ZRjrYCUWwZtc9b4jZz5zOKAbQSwr1cz8yTA/w150-h200/IMG_3255.JPG" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buffalo Bills</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Fu-5uEV9tBOTpDQVb3Jhn2E6ed8mg0A__VaoUczzNUpGl1f-cF_znqUrWz5erS53TIovD7wGcchCRX2aFHw7_Cgh7eDI6cA6zGs0qfhxGa27V3q8vk6NBt1RjuCtWm1KIm8hYfehNgcHDC0Ok2pJvHow0DFeKS3UkObvmRDRwIxtamgyolCLf5nyLA/s320/IMG_5511%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Fu-5uEV9tBOTpDQVb3Jhn2E6ed8mg0A__VaoUczzNUpGl1f-cF_znqUrWz5erS53TIovD7wGcchCRX2aFHw7_Cgh7eDI6cA6zGs0qfhxGa27V3q8vk6NBt1RjuCtWm1KIm8hYfehNgcHDC0Ok2pJvHow0DFeKS3UkObvmRDRwIxtamgyolCLf5nyLA/w150-h200/IMG_5511%20(1).jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allietare by B.Hunter</td></tr></tbody></table>I have officially retired and am ending my second week as a retiree. I was worried that I would be bored and would nap my days away. Ha. Granted, I've managed to fit a nap or two in over the course of the past weeks but I've been doing things that I haven't had a chance to do previously. </p><p>Among others, I've completed these quilts/wallhangings/tablerunner. Some of them have been in progress for many years. For instance, Allietare is a Bonnie Hunter mystery quilt from 2017 and I just put the last hand-quilting stitch in a mere 30 minutes ago. Now to bind and label it. The little red and white miniature log cabin is a wallhanging that i started 2 years ago. Although the photo is of the incomplete project, it has been quilted and bound. It's overall size is 14" x 14". The Buffalo Bills quilt only took about a week. It was for my secret Santa at work. She is a huge Bills fan and I was happy to make this for her.</p><p>The Halloween table runner is something I made for my daughter. I love Halloween and really enjoyed making this for her. The Goodnight Irene quilt is a totally scrappy quilt that I made for myself. </p><p>There are other quilts that I've finished recently and will post them soon. This includes an enormous Christmas quilt that I started back in 2015 or 2016 and is now bound and labeled. </p><p>In the past 3 weeks, we've had temperatures with windchills below 0, we've had temperatures above 60, we've had rain, we've had snow, and yesterday, we had a thunderstorm! <br /><br /> </p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-50797786381962175992022-09-12T14:32:00.002-04:002022-09-12T14:32:31.090-04:00The big 6-0!I started this before my 60th birthday! Oops, I'm a little late posting it. So far, 60 has been great! My daughter had a most beautiful, magical wedding - a weekend that went by way too fast! It is starting to cool down a bit. We finally got a good bit of rain and my flowers are gorgeous! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP8yZXMgnnxtXxGQ8IR6XuEPP6xPvibOmf4hd3RCFcUlZTHARlNn1FLJnD21R4WSrWljO58MbmUWXAND1CqcJJsQmUwr74IcWe62LjWhoMfrPDJfpOx_6ocNUjTzDlLBo-7FdO_clt4rbB3r1_LbT3yaW55ucjN9Gr7ls5uTzclygltO0xCF4rOgxWXQ/s320/IMG_2864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP8yZXMgnnxtXxGQ8IR6XuEPP6xPvibOmf4hd3RCFcUlZTHARlNn1FLJnD21R4WSrWljO58MbmUWXAND1CqcJJsQmUwr74IcWe62LjWhoMfrPDJfpOx_6ocNUjTzDlLBo-7FdO_clt4rbB3r1_LbT3yaW55ucjN9Gr7ls5uTzclygltO0xCF4rOgxWXQ/s1600/IMG_2864.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>My hollyhocks usually are chewed up by bugs but this year, they were just perfect! I plan to save some of the seeds and hopefully grow a few more along the side of my house. The sunflowers are just so cheery! They make me smile every time I see them.<div><br /></div><div>I finished 3 quilts in a week. My daughter and son-in-law's wedding quilt was done a full 3 days before the wedding and then the following week, I finished the binding on two unfinished quilts. The sense of accomplishment is unreal! </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm making a Halloween table runner that is so cute. It has black cats and pumpkins on it and I will use it on the island in my kitchen since I like to sit there and read at meal times. </div><div><br /></div><div>We had our first church meal in several months yesterday and while there weren't many people, those of us who were there had a great time catching up with each other and reminiscing on past meals. Tomorrow is the quilt guild meeting and it is the start of the 40th year. I can't wait to see what is planned. It has been so long, too long, since I spent time with other quilters and this feels really good! </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm loving 60.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wArmRnPW6uCIw0b_uPGqape99DoIQoiopdYqb_eLiHL1yECpZNYAPdmhRXjwZ791KWvlcjG6y8ohzA4hHMscfu-aqTi2TNcf0_t3hHUPIs1eq7Y5k7yowKlgnoEWvCCXoZ15K2lS8kkLOon9AFAuCuCFgTeuTZ5-4i4q5cEib9DukndPGVni5Hpikw/s320/IMG_2684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wArmRnPW6uCIw0b_uPGqape99DoIQoiopdYqb_eLiHL1yECpZNYAPdmhRXjwZ791KWvlcjG6y8ohzA4hHMscfu-aqTi2TNcf0_t3hHUPIs1eq7Y5k7yowKlgnoEWvCCXoZ15K2lS8kkLOon9AFAuCuCFgTeuTZ5-4i4q5cEib9DukndPGVni5Hpikw/s1600/IMG_2684.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-61735907767562457932022-07-11T15:49:00.001-04:002022-07-11T15:49:51.084-04:00Hot.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJOIB_fBxOUw8Y8GIsmBL0lrTd2MfVen-MKDXLb5EzIs_-GA-QbndW53Jp5YmQ5Tlm8pQVq5bgNSJ5DpjornWkwsHsLAt5pPZVnOFoYmsj5D4QnxPoOwRgeDO4I1IrlaQ7pjR3XWWfeQl2033-Q1cm8w87eqM_GIt2EW5vIXiyCRvbbASIrLdegEKxw/s320/IMG_2329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJOIB_fBxOUw8Y8GIsmBL0lrTd2MfVen-MKDXLb5EzIs_-GA-QbndW53Jp5YmQ5Tlm8pQVq5bgNSJ5DpjornWkwsHsLAt5pPZVnOFoYmsj5D4QnxPoOwRgeDO4I1IrlaQ7pjR3XWWfeQl2033-Q1cm8w87eqM_GIt2EW5vIXiyCRvbbASIrLdegEKxw/w150-h200/IMG_2329.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkpcYDnenGsOOOaGXyaVnMzGqCqosC9Mc7SLqPZBNYxgnwWyet8BO550V0xV7cnp49uhRmkF0tB2YAzj8scUx2J_DDkLr7t7HdmpGJV8_-emWKm_7wnTXovLQ-yZmLP_6-5e2aa4BSwvaFv1xBGz-i8zPtcC6fMzfxsEpNSDnEawteNqRMxQzNJ6g-g/s320/IMG_2366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkpcYDnenGsOOOaGXyaVnMzGqCqosC9Mc7SLqPZBNYxgnwWyet8BO550V0xV7cnp49uhRmkF0tB2YAzj8scUx2J_DDkLr7t7HdmpGJV8_-emWKm_7wnTXovLQ-yZmLP_6-5e2aa4BSwvaFv1xBGz-i8zPtcC6fMzfxsEpNSDnEawteNqRMxQzNJ6g-g/w200-h150/IMG_2366.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So much to do and too hot to do it! But I have to - my daughter's wedding is in a little over a month and I have dresses to adjust, a quilt to finish, and I really, <i>really, </i>need to find a dress for myself. The bridal shower is this upcoming weekend and I need to make a veggie platter for that. Pretty simple, right? I just cannot say how anxious I'm feeling about putting together a veggie tray. I feel almost as anxious about the veggie tray as I do finding a dress! I don't like lace or ruffles, I don't want anything long, I don't mind glitter. I don't want sleeveless, don't want long sleeves, I do not want an old lady dress. I just want something simple but classy (well, as classy as anything I could pull off). I want something that will disguise all the post-menopausal pounds. I want the impossible but I guess, most of all, I don't want to embarrass my daughter. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfWi4u82vYzjh_fFG8j-kSkIxQTSuRPFZOUzFkKXaU9JIbHHfjkoElph8getYisO1El1DM1891T1No96toEwSrlKdwPkx_Qv0uakIWrpMCTD0eX0hgZDrIM4h9vcWoc-ucMDpQj0AV9JSRt1oQ4_AGfo1AgL3Z-D6WozPj7sHvxI7wZSDK9mOQnTPuA/s320/IMG_2367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqfWi4u82vYzjh_fFG8j-kSkIxQTSuRPFZOUzFkKXaU9JIbHHfjkoElph8getYisO1El1DM1891T1No96toEwSrlKdwPkx_Qv0uakIWrpMCTD0eX0hgZDrIM4h9vcWoc-ucMDpQj0AV9JSRt1oQ4_AGfo1AgL3Z-D6WozPj7sHvxI7wZSDK9mOQnTPuA/w200-h150/IMG_2367.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>My gardens are doing well. I quickly planted some tomato plants in a former garden area by my deck and everything is doing so well there! My tomatoes down in my main garden are doing alright - not as well as the plants up near the house but I should be well-stocked with tomatoes this year.</p><p>My sunflowers are growing, I have a beautiful hollyhock and have started a couple of roses from some clippings. I love this time of year when I can just about watch my plants grow! It kind of makes up for all of the hot, sticky weather.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjQrWH7lPCtSZXpv_V4oH4OqNx9iCSPBFu4I3GBr4Oylspcjbt-_Ih6c7-_3ahKUbFOb07oaGqpd2oXEri8Iz0l_lkG4bkHrnCpOL-GnbS04uM7VyS18WT6nbBbofBC5YgmFY4AlF2hYQJdpGYMRth5VpPbsfkisv6OAGf9WtTxpGqupJ3I_atzBo8A/s320/IMG_2368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHjQrWH7lPCtSZXpv_V4oH4OqNx9iCSPBFu4I3GBr4Oylspcjbt-_Ih6c7-_3ahKUbFOb07oaGqpd2oXEri8Iz0l_lkG4bkHrnCpOL-GnbS04uM7VyS18WT6nbBbofBC5YgmFY4AlF2hYQJdpGYMRth5VpPbsfkisv6OAGf9WtTxpGqupJ3I_atzBo8A/w200-h150/IMG_2368.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-8453291105202539732022-07-08T17:10:00.002-04:002022-07-08T17:10:57.456-04:00Eek! It's July!<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJpUyJzFHUfwOBROm0carODRwa1uDhy-6Jf9LPh6fQ1urIC-tB93BcyP0VUw2wa9bKQb41TOyyrzzn7pDgpKkL6s2d8YkeF9mt2gbF40PZI-631Qp5SFBQRm-qmMFGbWiy5BPIIlLnO_TGZHbmm2RO69DIUk-VG8YYKOYBIJpPiKK9XsH9-NFSGfxKQ/s320/IMG_2199%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJpUyJzFHUfwOBROm0carODRwa1uDhy-6Jf9LPh6fQ1urIC-tB93BcyP0VUw2wa9bKQb41TOyyrzzn7pDgpKkL6s2d8YkeF9mt2gbF40PZI-631Qp5SFBQRm-qmMFGbWiy5BPIIlLnO_TGZHbmm2RO69DIUk-VG8YYKOYBIJpPiKK9XsH9-NFSGfxKQ/s1600/IMG_2199%20(1).jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lamp post I, with the help of Jordan, put near my deck</td></tr></tbody></table></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7pmyqRvBELB1Fsy528sbRVKsqusqA3Oh3PrjNIAXyplTiQFjVUuT-pBjP9Vhh08xdNRhWCTBBuFJchM-ex3GP8lyxYjZ08wuzLm6JGLmajGlQnm3-3KWycWE4I8cmD3rwjXVSEZh_-LujSFxJkTMzC0Us1jJ8yxIKczoHys78DwE1IhZOH7ePbhmgw/s320/IMG_2277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7pmyqRvBELB1Fsy528sbRVKsqusqA3Oh3PrjNIAXyplTiQFjVUuT-pBjP9Vhh08xdNRhWCTBBuFJchM-ex3GP8lyxYjZ08wuzLm6JGLmajGlQnm3-3KWycWE4I8cmD3rwjXVSEZh_-LujSFxJkTMzC0Us1jJ8yxIKczoHys78DwE1IhZOH7ePbhmgw/s1600/IMG_2277.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Much of the family</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalWE_a0QTjoL38t3HCsIIWmxhZ0JqmpXJXYaIfjtskvXTFVCnu10wOoYXJ4s9cmZXa818uvpMbsVNZBjuFL1MSWY_1nePkRuyj-7M_TxadYG2DdBWUnzH5iNZRjYdxmfNY8dxxlEALHMS9iFRiIYPUBGU0rxzDrWaSWeXZLbymrEdIlscst9Seqi-DQ/s320/IMG_2286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgalWE_a0QTjoL38t3HCsIIWmxhZ0JqmpXJXYaIfjtskvXTFVCnu10wOoYXJ4s9cmZXa818uvpMbsVNZBjuFL1MSWY_1nePkRuyj-7M_TxadYG2DdBWUnzH5iNZRjYdxmfNY8dxxlEALHMS9iFRiIYPUBGU0rxzDrWaSWeXZLbymrEdIlscst9Seqi-DQ/s1600/IMG_2286.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Independence Day celebration</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Sliding on in to summer - a season I tolerate only because it puts me closer to fall! In lieu of the annual badmitten tournament, we did a few things a bit different this year! It has been many, many years since I've attended fireworks on campus. The word on the street was that this year's fireworks weren't going to be as spectacular as in pre-Covid years. WRONG! They were simply wonderful! I couldn't have enjoyed them more! But then again I was with my granddaughter, my daughter and her soon-to-be husband, and my daughter and her girlfriend. Having many of the people who I love did wonders for my heart!<p></p><p>It's been a rough few weeks. My cousin's granddaughter passed on after a horrible accident and my brother had a seizure after so many years seizure free. He was hospitalized for a while and for sure, I was worried but he bounced back and is doing alright. This all reminds me that we can't take any of us for granted. These have been sad times for sure. But, as my mother always said, you just have to be grateful for those who remain! I'm not afraid of death (of my own death), not at all! Still, I want to have many, many more years to enjoy all who I love and who love me! </p><p>Retirement - coming up quick! Or is it? We've had a bumper crop of new students and have lost a few advisers. I've offered to stick around for a few months until they've had a chance to hire new advisers. I've offered to do advising until the end of December. I always did enjoy the fall semester with all the football festivities and the Christmas parties so this isn't a hardship for me. Not sure that this is possible, but I may just be working through the end of December instead of September. </p><p>And then, since this blog is something that I'll keep and reflect on periodically, there is Independence Day which I celebrate to the fullest extent. Unfortunately though, I hope that by the time I die, we (women) are not thrown back into the 20's. </p><p><br /></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-77036261054282660902022-05-02T11:51:00.004-04:002022-05-02T11:51:57.323-04:00It's May!<p>So much for writing every day! How am I going to remember who I was when I can't remember anymore? Oh well! <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEQmmTad9dJTqyYitB72Jj91K3qf6FoUqdc9xvhSqd0m3mMVYaGaZTVT32-nlVTzXOi2g759M1cJQJxzX09KeKi4_hFJG_c1_TKnIInxSkxBoYdaqbdeihBVwUgEGdplc2pFSUNTe7UfWvo5qUqeSO0wEX0AdwZ7KJGXwVvO9Z_eZcNuca3s5JRzNGA/s320/IMG_1598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEQmmTad9dJTqyYitB72Jj91K3qf6FoUqdc9xvhSqd0m3mMVYaGaZTVT32-nlVTzXOi2g759M1cJQJxzX09KeKi4_hFJG_c1_TKnIInxSkxBoYdaqbdeihBVwUgEGdplc2pFSUNTe7UfWvo5qUqeSO0wEX0AdwZ7KJGXwVvO9Z_eZcNuca3s5JRzNGA/s1600/IMG_1598.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They finally bloomed!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRI07Yyh8Ma4COtaCvChXDgGZtaEKSNyVSNeEzkrjGHuulbXqyLNf2NpAQsM4KxZdV7IsUIqREEw9ZOmQqaepZGR3wjlhiDjHyNE10Vg4hMm3q64LabQVXEWHCEDqIRiZf1in9B-a4upPxQ6L82s9dZzFGxekUtjKqGuRplCBajYJizrQppo1VJ00t2A/s320/IMG_1596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRI07Yyh8Ma4COtaCvChXDgGZtaEKSNyVSNeEzkrjGHuulbXqyLNf2NpAQsM4KxZdV7IsUIqREEw9ZOmQqaepZGR3wjlhiDjHyNE10Vg4hMm3q64LabQVXEWHCEDqIRiZf1in9B-a4upPxQ6L82s9dZzFGxekUtjKqGuRplCBajYJizrQppo1VJ00t2A/s1600/IMG_1596.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I'm loving the weather and everything coming to life! I've been waiting for weeks for my daffodils to bloom and they did! My lilac tree is getting prepared, my mock orange has little buds, and my lilies are at least 8 inches tall!<p></p><p>I've gotten a lot accomplished since the last time I wrote. I have a quilt almost completely quilted, I've finished the month of May (2021) for my temperature quilt, and am almost halfway done sewing the binding on a quilt from last fall. I have 3 blocks nearly completed for my daughter's wedding quilt. There is a lot of hand-applique so that's nice to do while sitting on my deck in the evening waiting for Booboo the bear to show up! There is a bear roaming around the area. Last spring, he knocked down my bird feeders, bending a cast iron shepherd's hook almost in half! Last week he was spotted down the road so I won't be surprised seeing him making his way along the creek.</p><p>Ugh. A doctor's appointment this afternoon which sends my blood pressure sky-rocketing! I'm switching providers to someone more local and today is just a get-to-know-you appointment since last year I had a zillion appointments and was examined stem-to-stern! Also changed my eye doctor out of necessity - the one I'd had for ages closed shop and moved out west and is now working on a reservation. But it is nice to have everything close by so that I don't have to drive into the 'big city'!</p><p>Kind of a gray day but I think I'll go for a lunch while I still have a bit of lunch time left - I'll see if I can't relax a bit! <br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Uldb4UTcEhIIj3dRNFz6SVLXwTJeaHe20A_bgYkV2Q9HvVAA9QCE7S6rFVQXujqUj3u6PM6LunYfrMEr5i_cHCk1pq3b937BFiExZ5ENp6Ki4o_WoTQE6hR5oafguwFeNIiauMkelQRdtEYc1AqudAgpzmMcJEVAL9GTfC75K_5voMgcW22SQ1JcXg/s320/IMG_1578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Uldb4UTcEhIIj3dRNFz6SVLXwTJeaHe20A_bgYkV2Q9HvVAA9QCE7S6rFVQXujqUj3u6PM6LunYfrMEr5i_cHCk1pq3b937BFiExZ5ENp6Ki4o_WoTQE6hR5oafguwFeNIiauMkelQRdtEYc1AqudAgpzmMcJEVAL9GTfC75K_5voMgcW22SQ1JcXg/s1600/IMG_1578.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-78077942770770570872022-04-09T18:51:00.000-04:002022-04-09T18:51:02.165-04:00Saturday.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WP4Fd3p4ALmYTDg9VYgeJPLD8QyY2nP4Ac4j4EcqhBCRF1PeI5x_pGxiDe67vS_ksyniSt1gCJayU05Q9bnGx8fUzW0n4Yzk2Faa1mAR2p2BzEx-jUkY1t-15IqaUAdaxDIww0CpkG7IPb-ee-BG_o-SXKdHU9EBEDeIXH9Ylshx7UTwEPEFyF65Ow/s320/IMG_1449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WP4Fd3p4ALmYTDg9VYgeJPLD8QyY2nP4Ac4j4EcqhBCRF1PeI5x_pGxiDe67vS_ksyniSt1gCJayU05Q9bnGx8fUzW0n4Yzk2Faa1mAR2p2BzEx-jUkY1t-15IqaUAdaxDIww0CpkG7IPb-ee-BG_o-SXKdHU9EBEDeIXH9Ylshx7UTwEPEFyF65Ow/w200-h150/IMG_1449.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I must say that I'm a little disappointed in today's weather. It was supposed to be rainy/snowy, cold, and dreary. I did feel a few drops of rain this morning and then later, driving home from the store, saw some sleet pellets. And then boom! The sun came it. The wind is still howling a bit - howling partly because it is indeed windy and partly because I have the windows cracked a bit in my sewing room because I love the sound of howling wind. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnlMCK-vYWAwBwU0O4OMIX58KP9pjIfVJc6WsMmiLsBp9YIqZHbbDJVCxsXmWSfWVtMKoCIOS-jIM4eGLSxP_nYcGjBJtM9Xot2pmEIe1IsfZeaAYg_xRnzhr42LOxFV01ANjeXoZsBvB69DYU2nr6tpRQuApDpavZM3rZYPHqSOmDF7i4Z4MZBRQdA/s320/IMG_1451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOnlMCK-vYWAwBwU0O4OMIX58KP9pjIfVJc6WsMmiLsBp9YIqZHbbDJVCxsXmWSfWVtMKoCIOS-jIM4eGLSxP_nYcGjBJtM9Xot2pmEIe1IsfZeaAYg_xRnzhr42LOxFV01ANjeXoZsBvB69DYU2nr6tpRQuApDpavZM3rZYPHqSOmDF7i4Z4MZBRQdA/w200-h150/IMG_1451.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Last night, we celebrated a birthday with lasagna and chocolate cake. I took a half day of vacation to come home and cook but it was lovely outside and I didn't feel like spending much time inside (especially since gray, grumpy weather was in the forecast). So I made the lasagna and bought the cake! One of my daughters came over early and we took the dogs down to see the creek. Over the past 2 years, this little run has flooded so many times that it is hard to see the original banks. We have some little waterfalls and it is just beautiful! <p></p><p>Anyhow, I am disappointed that today was not a day to curl up on the sofa with my pups to snooze, read, watch movies, and basically, just waste away the day! But honest, the was pretty much exactly what I did but I felt guilty.</p><p>The weather forecast for tomorrow is chilly, rainy, and gross. A perfect day for napping and reading and watching movies. We'll see.</p><p><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1ObNSZ2Mck_-STyI4Ea-ConODihfxZu8qGQ2fHWHwUaxp1hyOHrzevVbPflWUEcCxJRIdPO8jY18utY-YmfYjeW2OuZledK2F8-0uJljL9Z9tDodf55zl8lIRRl4gZRUlhdWweWeOLe_J0RBkO1yg83esElt3PNG0XKS0uOZp0gu_ApmQXrUfrm9ng/s320/IMG_1454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF1ObNSZ2Mck_-STyI4Ea-ConODihfxZu8qGQ2fHWHwUaxp1hyOHrzevVbPflWUEcCxJRIdPO8jY18utY-YmfYjeW2OuZledK2F8-0uJljL9Z9tDodf55zl8lIRRl4gZRUlhdWweWeOLe_J0RBkO1yg83esElt3PNG0XKS0uOZp0gu_ApmQXrUfrm9ng/w200-h150/IMG_1454.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-21391037738494211932022-04-08T21:45:00.001-04:002022-04-08T21:45:07.534-04:00The circle is getting smaller.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4gOf6-MeXF72QUXVfhiXcRLcy0C7Mg7aWbR4svTHbDIpwPw5xEc-w-n0OHrShiodquYWUu52Vn5_StI5xGgG_KDtGe7d1qydYnM3MNW0kdOOGzHmVYKtmaEWQk51_fNyxQ6-1lgwAA3hxrX94BscNpgrlESHoRAN4ZGfn7n8T5-lKoa3yEX9RUpuuA/s960/IMG_1444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4gOf6-MeXF72QUXVfhiXcRLcy0C7Mg7aWbR4svTHbDIpwPw5xEc-w-n0OHrShiodquYWUu52Vn5_StI5xGgG_KDtGe7d1qydYnM3MNW0kdOOGzHmVYKtmaEWQk51_fNyxQ6-1lgwAA3hxrX94BscNpgrlESHoRAN4ZGfn7n8T5-lKoa3yEX9RUpuuA/w200-h150/IMG_1444.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /> This has been a week. My mother-in-law (technically my ex-mother-in-law but she will forever be my mother-in-law) passed away on Saturday. She was 87. This was not unexpected. I saw her shortly after Christmas and it was apparent that she was simply biding her time. I loved her. We had our differences, that's true. She was the mother of my first husband, my first love. Oh, I loved that family so much! They bickered and fought, got irritated with each but never cut each other down. They always forgave. I remember when my husband left - it was a very long and painful process and at the time, I didn't realize what was happening. But when I figured out that he had left me, had created a life somewhere else, with someone else, to say I was heartbroken was a gross understatement. It was the most painful time in my life. But I had Ruby and Don, his parents. They loved their son but they loved me too and were crazy about their grandkids. They never made me feel as if I wasn't welcome in their home. I was included - not just invited - but included in their Christmas's, their family dinners, their celebrations. I remember Ruby telling me that I would always be her daughter-in-law and they always made sure I felt that. Don passed on years ago and now Ruby and Don are together again. As they should be.<p></p><p>I found out about the death of someone I loved very much. They died over a month ago and I only learned about it yesterday through an internet search. This was a very unlikely relationship, truly happenstance. This person was a friend to me when I was going through a terrible time in my life - not catastrophic like the breakup of my marriage - but a time of great uncertainty and really poor decisions. They helped me get my head on straight and were simply just a really good friend. And a good friend is something that I needed - I never had one before and haven't had one since. We helped each other get through some rough stuff. I can't believe that this person is no longer in the world. I hadn't seen them in many, many years but I always believed that our paths would cross again someday. </p><p>Today I found out about the death of an old quilt camp buddy. I know that she had been ill, had overcome cancer years ago. It's been 3 years since the last quilt camp and apparently during that time, the cancer returned and was fatal. I feel empty knowing that when quilt camp comes around again, she won't be there.</p><p>All of these deaths, one not unexpected at all, one a complete surprise, and one not expected. It's crazy how life goes on. It does go on, even without those we though we could never live without. It will be different, that's for sure. Life is still sweet.</p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-54385943839590250672022-04-06T19:14:00.008-04:002022-04-08T21:46:36.825-04:00Dodging worms.<p> It is frustrating to encounter hurting people and to not be able to do anything. Sometimes all I can do is pray.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOx0_FAld6_1pLO-TFYN4Fsd0GUUW_uPzkSurFx4Ky-JHrcZBDG3DmrdscF87ILar_aZ9QIO3XQ1LD-QJaQ4QBEgpXunWPURUhqOFJaBaNj2aSwc-5UxKeh-gFRa-axDI4Sjn25R6zHZJWrtyh9liGihg5jq7w1ibZxQGJz0BojFApQ5Giq-anmz4aaQ/s320/IMG_1427.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOx0_FAld6_1pLO-TFYN4Fsd0GUUW_uPzkSurFx4Ky-JHrcZBDG3DmrdscF87ILar_aZ9QIO3XQ1LD-QJaQ4QBEgpXunWPURUhqOFJaBaNj2aSwc-5UxKeh-gFRa-axDI4Sjn25R6zHZJWrtyh9liGihg5jq7w1ibZxQGJz0BojFApQ5Giq-anmz4aaQ/w150-h200/IMG_1427.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLXNvSrswI9_FyhAbYjVg0vxB6vCuduNpGNBpbgUkuz_j3aCLc0W1U_wA92qdt4OSxwdcrOIn_WcGnguQwuWQAaWQhV8BqW9SrayyJh-BmZGkTzzeXjoc1iWhm-ao7PlbaCnhkZYpSWRzluy_yeS7FFGuG6EZ4L8YkOwGcYcC5bMnAcSjuv2JghjE7w/s320/IMG_1426.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLXNvSrswI9_FyhAbYjVg0vxB6vCuduNpGNBpbgUkuz_j3aCLc0W1U_wA92qdt4OSxwdcrOIn_WcGnguQwuWQAaWQhV8BqW9SrayyJh-BmZGkTzzeXjoc1iWhm-ao7PlbaCnhkZYpSWRzluy_yeS7FFGuG6EZ4L8YkOwGcYcC5bMnAcSjuv2JghjE7w/w150-h200/IMG_1426.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>But today. Today I could dodge the worms on my walk to work. Doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things I suppose except to a few worms who got to live a little longer.<br /><br /><p></p><p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-27872916339696493902022-04-04T11:36:00.003-04:002022-04-06T20:03:02.028-04:00Mondays in April.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf57k7XQsS9du9JJnLRV4t266-ThLp2BWcIcc3OsMf6rV8CUcxG0Q-xrv9uqq01Qwhreslstv2ZAQchJy9o_rCNGPMnCQcDx9XP6uAnf29vsIDjX5y716FrJxFZZHiLy0XMSxFchnoee1jFH2i4doA8L3f1xoljY5IJuSPh2Wmcll8uymalXTShuCrDA/s4032/IMG_1386.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf57k7XQsS9du9JJnLRV4t266-ThLp2BWcIcc3OsMf6rV8CUcxG0Q-xrv9uqq01Qwhreslstv2ZAQchJy9o_rCNGPMnCQcDx9XP6uAnf29vsIDjX5y716FrJxFZZHiLy0XMSxFchnoee1jFH2i4doA8L3f1xoljY5IJuSPh2Wmcll8uymalXTShuCrDA/s320/IMG_1386.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div>In my retirement, I plan to join a few clubs. I spotted this jacket on campus last fall and thought it was appropriate for me and for many of my co-workers. I will <i>not </i>be joining the Anti-social Social Club. Lol. <p></p><p>In my retirement, I want to not be such a recluse. I think being an introvert is fine as long as I can do it with a group. Or something like that. I like activities that put me near people but don't necessarily require me to interact. Heaven knows I have the social skills of a rock. Hahaha.</p><p>There are so many things to do, so many ways to help, that don't cost money and instead, use other resources. I can sew, I can walk a dog, I can drive people places. </p><p>I'm so happy to be retiring but am a little afraid of becoming lost. My kids are grown and have all moved away. I have my dogs and cats. I <i>think </i>I've found a purpose. I just don't want to disappear.</p><p><br /></p><p>Ugh. I wish I could learn to turn off the predictive text. It is making me sound dumber than I am!</p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-91197120680493464272022-04-04T11:27:00.001-04:002022-04-04T11:27:05.248-04:00April fools.<p> <span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">The weather in State College is playing an April Fools joke. I took a walk at lunch - 5 hours of sitting in a basement office with no window - I needed a break! So I took a walk <span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Web", sans-serif"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Web", sans-serif"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKUpTRdaqyXwCrxzDxztpUNRMeSBtZcBbwGX258CO7nPTxcMnsMMjg8-rj-xJuCLm4oJF-Rx7I7jxq-w1Qr6nrN7WHLjG8ylitt9t_-v-khKxd15BKrGnvByifCkK05PHW7MzR0WBwcUT8W7L8gNhVFvcfe4ljCTmoTXd-Lqpw-T4gPQo8BQ1zHE-Vg/s320/asQFIJKGTWeQYshujzDL-A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKUpTRdaqyXwCrxzDxztpUNRMeSBtZcBbwGX258CO7nPTxcMnsMMjg8-rj-xJuCLm4oJF-Rx7I7jxq-w1Qr6nrN7WHLjG8ylitt9t_-v-khKxd15BKrGnvByifCkK05PHW7MzR0WBwcUT8W7L8gNhVFvcfe4ljCTmoTXd-Lqpw-T4gPQo8BQ1zHE-Vg/w200-h150/asQFIJKGTWeQYshujzDL-A.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></span></div><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><span face="-apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", "Apple Color Emoji", "Segoe UI Emoji", "Segoe UI Web", sans-serif">to Starbucks which in the library in the next building over. I did take the scenic route and I experienced 3 seasons. When I stepped out of the building, I encountered winter with a light wind and pretty little flurries. Those flurries quickly changed into what I can only describe as Oobleck (remember Dr. Seuss' book?). After the oobleck which morphed into Styrofoam chunks, I entered into spring which ended shortly before walking back into Sparks by turning back into winter. Pennsylvania. Even the temperature changed! Unbelievable after yesterday's high of near 65! </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Which reminds me that I need to finish up my 'temperature quilt from 2021'. It is a daily textile record of precipitation </span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">and temperatures for one year.</span></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-14445052406540647822022-03-30T11:15:00.007-04:002022-03-30T11:15:46.006-04:003 seasons in one.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_r3O84QYq1zn2W-3_ffMYwUvDhXlapJxAYmRurBNBlz5Mh190wqexBLneJmSX18z9YfTirQ7fiZv9CG2uUa2GZaGLZUxTdGrKbSs6jI7dQ9UkY5zrJELntf3w0ftVZqcKhCXA4RBMVZLbKlZx59BRodvD7FhRi43qstzJ_0odZ-eutJM7VsW5yrZ-7w/s320/IMG_1201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_r3O84QYq1zn2W-3_ffMYwUvDhXlapJxAYmRurBNBlz5Mh190wqexBLneJmSX18z9YfTirQ7fiZv9CG2uUa2GZaGLZUxTdGrKbSs6jI7dQ9UkY5zrJELntf3w0ftVZqcKhCXA4RBMVZLbKlZx59BRodvD7FhRi43qstzJ_0odZ-eutJM7VsW5yrZ-7w/w200-h150/IMG_1201.jpg" width="200" /></a></div> That seems to be the theme of March! Wake up in the winter, go to lunch during fall, and then drive in summer! Keeps things interesting. I'm hoping that next week stays relatively mild so that I can work in my garden a bit. I'd like to get my onions planted. My garden-goal this summer is to plant 6 tomato plants, 3 pepper plants, 3 broccoli, 1 zucchini, add to my strawberry plants, and then onions. That list as already grown since I first decided to downsize it a little bit for this year! Oh and pumpkins! I want lots and lots of pumpkins. My plan is to have lots of pumpkins and then a few weeks before Halloween, sneak out in the dead of night and put pumpkins on fence posts, stone walls, and other places. The chances of that actually happening is slim to none because a. once I'm in bed, I'm in bed, and b. I'm afraid of getting shot while sneaking around with my pumpkins. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNQT90DYKRsLmJHHHwVrsVgBx0029GPul7Gq9If_I2lKjlFzapUN3Zjaucl1vk1xbkbM0GWe7Xkl636pkwgi5E_Np2jb_3--3mpMLvtLqK4M_l6-YaHjyc02fNFJxzxFaNVzT1lYhWqnQEzkZKCs_QBm60GpQQ2mdZlPlcTscPoxTnP3BxKERvzLVM9w/s320/66828962980__2D16722F-82B9-430C-AE2C-22EA4DE2AD82.fullsizerender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNQT90DYKRsLmJHHHwVrsVgBx0029GPul7Gq9If_I2lKjlFzapUN3Zjaucl1vk1xbkbM0GWe7Xkl636pkwgi5E_Np2jb_3--3mpMLvtLqK4M_l6-YaHjyc02fNFJxzxFaNVzT1lYhWqnQEzkZKCs_QBm60GpQQ2mdZlPlcTscPoxTnP3BxKERvzLVM9w/w150-h200/66828962980__2D16722F-82B9-430C-AE2C-22EA4DE2AD82.fullsizerender.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>I told my colleagues about my retirement - my last day is <i>exactly </i>6 months from today. I'm really excited to be able to join the local quilt guild and to participate in some of the charity sewing groups they have. I'm excited to be able to participate in the monthly sewing days for the local Quilts of Valor program. I'm excited to be able to get the 10+ quilt tops from my aunt quilted and returned to my cousins and may actually go to Fairbanks AK to deliver my oldest cousin's quilt. And have a sip of the beer he brews - just a sip though. Alcohol, as it turns out, is very bad for my body even in small quantities. I wonder if he will remember me? I don't think I've seen him for close to 40 years. <p></p><p>The more I talk/think about my retirement, the more it feels like the right thing to do. I know I could work for several more years where I am right now but it doesn't feel right. I think that I have outlived my effectiveness in that role. I just feel as if I am being led in a different direction and I am SO excited to find out where that is! </p><p>So looking at the weather forecast, although we are currently in the midst of a wintry mix, it looks as if it will be spring this afternoon with warm-ish temps and a little bit of sun. I'll make Casper very happy and take him for a romp down to the creek. And while I'm there, I'll look to see what good things are sprouting!<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9b1wYK0B3H-7qyuM7cvxq57XpEJau_nkYEUHyfMjUN6WVvkdz9Anpby7YxJkb9H2uiOt54a2M-Jx7ovO4RXEMoPAJxSpX7zgwQV8vFa3gsK1bJHc2qnkrCDEG8jneujx08uy5uHxb2RddJuyNj_le8ggfbEv-2JrTVVEPDJGx8z8P6n7i60cJLATWQ/s320/66828927095__6DE56FCB-14DC-4264-ABAB-3C9904A54E74.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9b1wYK0B3H-7qyuM7cvxq57XpEJau_nkYEUHyfMjUN6WVvkdz9Anpby7YxJkb9H2uiOt54a2M-Jx7ovO4RXEMoPAJxSpX7zgwQV8vFa3gsK1bJHc2qnkrCDEG8jneujx08uy5uHxb2RddJuyNj_le8ggfbEv-2JrTVVEPDJGx8z8P6n7i60cJLATWQ/s1600/66828927095__6DE56FCB-14DC-4264-ABAB-3C9904A54E74.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-28448942073518505232022-03-25T14:44:00.001-04:002022-03-25T14:44:22.536-04:00Spring.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_5YluC-A0XNjo8XtnH6trP26fTyqIRMlF-6NQ8Dznv5s_wJgcuFrqzYlfkwg32Q9mQ4r4T1tZ2B8SZX0ab38XOHq86hevpj3gT2ly0VMLdTzv8iDwe5FwVRaE04UhYa-Ujpns4Eh5LtF7uI_Ja4AL-as2Y64ljJxFwI71CIuN4e6w_vdvORcxmNOiw/s320/IMG_1275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_5YluC-A0XNjo8XtnH6trP26fTyqIRMlF-6NQ8Dznv5s_wJgcuFrqzYlfkwg32Q9mQ4r4T1tZ2B8SZX0ab38XOHq86hevpj3gT2ly0VMLdTzv8iDwe5FwVRaE04UhYa-Ujpns4Eh5LtF7uI_Ja4AL-as2Y64ljJxFwI71CIuN4e6w_vdvORcxmNOiw/w150-h200/IMG_1275.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQX3HPDjfY2C4iRFOsA2fJGFQ4jvk1pyG0xQehK9nqOoBHBP6QHfFH98v8QOTkBqz600y2BivnwBjHEPNmEFHlu-REN_uYhDSuMl3efVEEuizYIrdwvZmQWE2qo9rchegidacn70YuhBXwJcHo4qcCdhk86nDAaIsH1YAzWscV476QABT2aNTiKeytMQ/s320/IMG_1276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQX3HPDjfY2C4iRFOsA2fJGFQ4jvk1pyG0xQehK9nqOoBHBP6QHfFH98v8QOTkBqz600y2BivnwBjHEPNmEFHlu-REN_uYhDSuMl3efVEEuizYIrdwvZmQWE2qo9rchegidacn70YuhBXwJcHo4qcCdhk86nDAaIsH1YAzWscV476QABT2aNTiKeytMQ/w150-h200/IMG_1276.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>I find it unbelievable that this will be the last spring that I will have to walk through campus on my way to work. Future spring walks through campus will be completely voluntary and I'm excited for that. It's funny. I thought that I would feel sad about retiring so early but I can honestly say that I have not experienced that. Last week I gave my official notice and it felt so right. I am so looking forward to my next career/life that utilizes my more artistic side. How I ended up doing the work I currently do, was totally happenstance. I worked in banking of all things. That's where I started immediately after high school. I didn't really like the work but I was amazed that I could do it. I actually spent 13 years in banking, beginning as a clerk recording treasury rates and ending as secondary marketing underwriter. Around this time, a quilting frame fell from where it was propped and landed on my head. After that, my abilities changed a bit. I no longer had a head for anything mathematical and I switched to human services since that was a field that always had openings. I worked as a clerk/typist for the county base services/mental health and the department of welfare. Around this time, I may some changes and some rash decisions which led me to abandon where I was living and begin a new life with my 2 kids in a different part of the state. I wanted to go to college - I was the only one in the family who hadn't. I pressured myself into believing that I needed to attend the same university that the rest of my family had attended so off we went. In college, I had a wonderful professor who encouraged me to pursue a graduate degree in counseling. She taught a few of my 'chemical dependency' courses and said she thought I would excel in this kind of work. Since I really had no idea of what I wanted to do, I went ahead and applied and was accepted into the rehabilitation counseling program. Since then, I've worked in the counseling field - for a bit as a vocational rehabilitation counselor where I discovered that I really liked working with students transitioning from high school to college - and then on to advising in several capacities.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9Mqo8bZne2NioPx3aQN6c0QcRtsmQSkIw1d1OBy4I3t4N_dE7uIbfpFPztIcnpBktvWVPV_g3M95td2mNcZF6Ju3WNpqkBc4Jx44MEpYVzQjGIA_qLPFtR6FFDbg_JgSdLZbEsW-ygV5w0H2gGEtDHfX2HK7_bDFuK04A2I380PHxTxOR1PzU78M_w/s320/IMG_1281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9Mqo8bZne2NioPx3aQN6c0QcRtsmQSkIw1d1OBy4I3t4N_dE7uIbfpFPztIcnpBktvWVPV_g3M95td2mNcZF6Ju3WNpqkBc4Jx44MEpYVzQjGIA_qLPFtR6FFDbg_JgSdLZbEsW-ygV5w0H2gGEtDHfX2HK7_bDFuK04A2I380PHxTxOR1PzU78M_w/w150-h200/IMG_1281.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p></p><p>But it has all changed or maybe it is just me who has changed. Does it matter? I think it will matter again one day. </p><p>But the campus is beautiful and strolling through on a beautiful spring morning is a wonderful way to begin the day.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07_wzoikBY57-EGZ72gAFafYiEsrJ4r1tf_sJRNk2NN_6O_QKO_86MXpQp-_pXkvIZkKgjXgxzlJrfMNFWZ8uoFyti6SHnQFn1H_FpoUBOQxIX1FyFwA0JmNWC3ODcmsTsFjFwgPuzWgw9_VIO-etO4zsE8uJt55BsURhFM373rLv0vKBuAbCjvq9eg/s320/IMG_1306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi07_wzoikBY57-EGZ72gAFafYiEsrJ4r1tf_sJRNk2NN_6O_QKO_86MXpQp-_pXkvIZkKgjXgxzlJrfMNFWZ8uoFyti6SHnQFn1H_FpoUBOQxIX1FyFwA0JmNWC3ODcmsTsFjFwgPuzWgw9_VIO-etO4zsE8uJt55BsURhFM373rLv0vKBuAbCjvq9eg/w150-h200/IMG_1306.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqW0vqQDQrqLu5XR2tDJpM5YzD9MFwEA3gy6JhVfQQE65vkxx_jjAWlJLtY6-zXXCc6LRWuFLBQl107uSnZmnlabShUJLgoAJF7UZVIVRfYx4g4-CJzICbfvNhx39NI480V0cMiqLYD_Q5jPdoSw5PUVM51A_WMedUu7qSlrIgRQmyWmro1EzlDl8GnA/s320/IMG_1307.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqW0vqQDQrqLu5XR2tDJpM5YzD9MFwEA3gy6JhVfQQE65vkxx_jjAWlJLtY6-zXXCc6LRWuFLBQl107uSnZmnlabShUJLgoAJF7UZVIVRfYx4g4-CJzICbfvNhx39NI480V0cMiqLYD_Q5jPdoSw5PUVM51A_WMedUu7qSlrIgRQmyWmro1EzlDl8GnA/w150-h200/IMG_1307.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-17283658764373585942022-03-14T11:15:00.002-04:002022-03-14T11:15:24.733-04:00A mess.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0WPaV2-gTHaGgqre91Lu7vrReIy59BT_xdZlZhWU9e_jsYSRN5-Y6ScaHuRMF6xboZpenyhgnC37yfbb-5PAYZEZNrcSASbkfhoeIrlj1gsTQwNu4u5trNpAtd9EESYO49cOsnenayHJwmY25uqESKV0mlkoPmH6jcspfAtHLeMB86RKfOVwR7uRjZA=s320" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh0WPaV2-gTHaGgqre91Lu7vrReIy59BT_xdZlZhWU9e_jsYSRN5-Y6ScaHuRMF6xboZpenyhgnC37yfbb-5PAYZEZNrcSASbkfhoeIrlj1gsTQwNu4u5trNpAtd9EESYO49cOsnenayHJwmY25uqESKV0mlkoPmH6jcspfAtHLeMB86RKfOVwR7uRjZA=w240-h320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is a wall-hanging I just finished. I think it looks messy in this photograph - probably because it is so little. The pattern is <a href="https://quiltville.blogspot.com/p/rhododendron-trail.html">Bonnie Hunter's Rhododendron Trail </a>- her mystery quilt from 2021. It was a challenge for me because not only did I make half the blocks, I made the blocks half-sized. For mathematically-challenged me, recalculating the block sizes accurately required me to focus fully on the task. Being able to focus for any length of time on <i>anything </i>is unheard of. This photo doesn't really do justice - the wall-hanging isn't really that messy looking! There are a million little pieces and because it is a 'scrappy' quilt, lots and lots of different fabric. Scrappy quilts are a Godsend for people like me who have been collecting fabric for a very, <i>very, </i>long time! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So what isn't a mess? These little beauties! Glimmer and Tipper! I love them so much and look forward to spending lots of time with them when I retire later this year. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge9ixYByexND19A1mAWvAWhRnReTgB7rqgUJhExm0XVCHKcPrKwviD4M2Q_IANMGAKqarUxy_hS97GzYrXnO28GNzXno4O3V09KOEMZ09GXp4U_r7dF6O-xDxpP1wtqEsYEJ7OniK9BxeIpS9uPFdzbjzo42Aof5bPfrL4QQc9B1lyxbW8Yf0qGsRRDg=s320" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="318" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEge9ixYByexND19A1mAWvAWhRnReTgB7rqgUJhExm0XVCHKcPrKwviD4M2Q_IANMGAKqarUxy_hS97GzYrXnO28GNzXno4O3V09KOEMZ09GXp4U_r7dF6O-xDxpP1wtqEsYEJ7OniK9BxeIpS9uPFdzbjzo42Aof5bPfrL4QQc9B1lyxbW8Yf0qGsRRDg" width="318" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-81695777846184725122021-12-08T16:28:00.000-05:002021-12-08T16:28:00.146-05:00A Miracle.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLFNQ2OYgfE/YbD_jyUDmFI/AAAAAAAAl_8/40DMgH_E3XgTAmSbVVpWqjUO54hm78y-ACNcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_0347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="320" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zLFNQ2OYgfE/YbD_jyUDmFI/AAAAAAAAl_8/40DMgH_E3XgTAmSbVVpWqjUO54hm78y-ACNcBGAsYHQ/s0/IMG_0347.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />From May 2021:<div><br /></div><div>My daughter has a bloodclot in her brain.
As I am writing this, there is a new medication flowing through her body that is slowly dissolving the clot and preventing her from having a stroke.
This medication is resolving a problem that was caused by another medication. </div><div><br /></div><div>So where is the miracle?
My daughter is alive and laughing and living and being my daughter. The miracle is that her bloodclot - a 3 or 4 in a million occurrence - was discovered by a doctor in a podunk little town hospital. The doctor treating her recognized it for what it was, started treatment immediately, and then shipped her out to a larger hospital with more sophisticated equipment.
The miracle is that instead of planning a funeral for my child, I am planning for her trip home to attend her brother's wedding in a couple weeks.
God had his hand in this. There are too many coincidences for this not to be divine intervention. </div><div><br /></div><div>6 months later - my daughter is off the blood thinners and continues to do well. She is as feisty as ever. </div><div><br /></div><div>I never posted this because it revealed too much and hurt too much. It also seemed rather selfish for me to post because not all people have been blessed in the same way. That said, this Christmas I will be a little more reflective, a little more grateful. I'm going to not worry about whether there are gifts or if there's enough cookies, or enough any <i>thing </i>else. I've got so much to be thankful for! I am blessed. Every day.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-64690057966136264752021-12-08T13:37:00.002-05:002021-12-08T13:37:30.868-05:00First Monday in Autumn<p> </p>I'm not sure why this wasn't sent when I wrote it but here it is! I've been loving being able to focus on my artistic side these days! I've been painting, quilting, building stuff - I finished our deck railing and built a set of stairs for it. I thought I took a picture of it but maybe not. <div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNvjpkNKZEs/YVrvmE_T99I/AAAAAAAAhAo/CFd9dEnvXckiECaUsIxOLmHBrDTe7EZxACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/023D990A-C07A-4E55-8A50-C86C1EAF6F6C.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="180" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNvjpkNKZEs/YVrvmE_T99I/AAAAAAAAhAo/CFd9dEnvXckiECaUsIxOLmHBrDTe7EZxACLcBGAsYHQ/w181-h320/023D990A-C07A-4E55-8A50-C86C1EAF6F6C.JPG" width="181" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scary Gary says 'hello'!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>Autumn is my favorite season, my most favorite time of the year. For that reason, I decided to begin my retirement next year on 10/1. </div><div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mdJ32d8D_k/YVru73Lw0uI/AAAAAAAAhAY/Of0JuYBR23cN9DBS-amk2boGFNLinj46gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_6640.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mdJ32d8D_k/YVru73Lw0uI/AAAAAAAAhAY/Of0JuYBR23cN9DBS-amk2boGFNLinj46gCLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/IMG_6640.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss Glimmer gets spayed</td></tr></tbody></table>I'm hopeful that I am able to enjoy day until then without have a mental countdown of the number of days until I retire. I love my job, I love working, I really do. But what I ended up doing for my career was by default. I never really thought about counseling but I certainly did well in all of my counseling classes. Good enough that a professor suggested that I apply for a master's program in Counselor Educaton/Vocational Rehab. I think I'm good at what I do and what I did but I'm of the mind that people generally only need a nudge to get back on track. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm ready to focus my life in a more artistic direction and the thought of it excites more and more each day! So bring on autumn! And winter and spring and summer! I'll enjoy them all!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RL3aV8AyPmyeDVRJJiq5tdbTClrkQBzucANHgWwZxUDt2jisOuofeymMQpVoUGzBQi8E2pm1GFX0o2Yl-t9zZtkudVzvAEwrhxOChKoCeWXItkVE-ypPvRQf_G6ip0XVIru87iXUhsI/s320/65438274492__1E1E674B-C486-48D8-9F58-265FBD008862+%25281%2529.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RL3aV8AyPmyeDVRJJiq5tdbTClrkQBzucANHgWwZxUDt2jisOuofeymMQpVoUGzBQi8E2pm1GFX0o2Yl-t9zZtkudVzvAEwrhxOChKoCeWXItkVE-ypPvRQf_G6ip0XVIru87iXUhsI/w150-h200/65438274492__1E1E674B-C486-48D8-9F58-265FBD008862+%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="150" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another season of spaghetti sauce</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7RL3aV8AyPmyeDVRJJiq5tdbTClrkQBzucANHgWwZxUDt2jisOuofeymMQpVoUGzBQi8E2pm1GFX0o2Yl-t9zZtkudVzvAEwrhxOChKoCeWXItkVE-ypPvRQf_G6ip0XVIru87iXUhsI/s320/65438274492__1E1E674B-C486-48D8-9F58-265FBD008862+%25281%2529.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><br /><br /><p></p></div>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-28161543148048198972021-09-27T09:20:00.007-04:002021-09-27T09:20:53.948-04:00My favorite season<p> First Day of Autumn - capitalized, just as it should be. </p><p>I'm not really a fan of summer although I do appreciate being able to go outside without a coat, working in the garden, planning fun outdoor activities, hearing the birds sing, thinking about my mom - whose favorite season was most definitely summer, and I love the flowers, green leaves - all of that! And, after all, without summer, I wouldn't appreciate fall as much! I guess the only things I don't love about fall would be the gnats, the heat, and the humidity. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ueKqbHXRbM/YVHCoXP4nHI/AAAAAAAAg_o/35xS_3otxmYZ54JFb-mxcvye3nQ48nolQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_6619.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ueKqbHXRbM/YVHCoXP4nHI/AAAAAAAAg_o/35xS_3otxmYZ54JFb-mxcvye3nQ48nolQCLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/IMG_6619.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><p><br /></p>We've had some absolutely gorgeous weather the past few days and the last of the summer flowers are amazing! This weather - so fall-like right now - more than makes up for the day of flooding rain we had last Wednesday/Thursday. Our little creek has flooded more this summer than I can ever remember.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyqdIes-kW8/YVHCnvk6coI/AAAAAAAAg_k/RHeE_RzQQKId5HBei7UxoqYyMwHgUNZAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_6566%2B%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyqdIes-kW8/YVHCnvk6coI/AAAAAAAAg_k/RHeE_RzQQKId5HBei7UxoqYyMwHgUNZAACLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h150/IMG_6566%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>I'm starting to get into the Halloween/Autumn decorating mode. My daughters have been busy buying Halloween costumes for our new little Chihuahua who absolutely loves getting dressed up! Little Glimmer has an appointment to be spayed tomorrow and I'll be on pins and needles until she is back home safely with me. I'll be working from the rest of the week so that I can be with her. <p></p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQZrzVLmTK0/YVHExyfT70I/AAAAAAAAg_4/pU-2DTO9s-gwBLwuML6zuZY8PMiMVIi6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_6237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQZrzVLmTK0/YVHExyfT70I/AAAAAAAAg_4/pU-2DTO9s-gwBLwuML6zuZY8PMiMVIi6gCLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/IMG_6237.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fort Worth Fabric Studio's Suddenly Summer mystery quilt</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAIEapvLVEM/YVHCniXrhNI/AAAAAAAAg_c/aoQWOkZFbKYivgpN0TEhl9846GkA6mvMACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_4760.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dAIEapvLVEM/YVHCniXrhNI/AAAAAAAAg_c/aoQWOkZFbKYivgpN0TEhl9846GkA6mvMACLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/IMG_4760.JPEG" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glimmer showing off her tutu<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCiHzMtEahE/YVHCnnsn1qI/AAAAAAAAg_g/ayWK0LSjvdUqLcNX91WbiHnw7NMtjQ-LgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_4717.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="264" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NCiHzMtEahE/YVHCnnsn1qI/AAAAAAAAg_g/ayWK0LSjvdUqLcNX91WbiHnw7NMtjQ-LgCLcBGAsYHQ/w165-h200/IMG_4717.jpeg" width="165" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glimmer feeling regal</td></tr></tbody></table>Speaking of pins and needles, I'm starting a new my<br />stery quilt today which is always fun! But I also need to get the summer mystery quilt finished along with a few other quilts in progress. Along with that, I need to start my daughter's wedding quilt - I'm bound and determined to get it done before her wedding next August and I know that quilting is the last thing on my mind during the hot summer months.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /></p>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-65732997006281218332021-07-19T15:56:00.002-04:002021-07-19T15:56:52.020-04:00Such a busy time.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WANcPd2fLBs/YPXXHf17lSI/AAAAAAAAgy8/u9HsKto_SrgeSWEJ5okWsrIZPyXIbdCBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s845/IMG_5414.JPG" style="clear: left; display: block; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WANcPd2fLBs/YPXXHf17lSI/AAAAAAAAgy8/u9HsKto_SrgeSWEJ5okWsrIZPyXIbdCBwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5414.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HL2PCI3_yRk/YPXXHWaDcuI/AAAAAAAAgy4/m0ZEOCR-ooUMhK42lqTMSA2qdcufznKjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5427.jpg" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HL2PCI3_yRk/YPXXHWaDcuI/AAAAAAAAgy4/m0ZEOCR-ooUMhK42lqTMSA2qdcufznKjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5427.jpg" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HL2PCI3_yRk/YPXXHWaDcuI/AAAAAAAAgy4/m0ZEOCR-ooUMhK42lqTMSA2qdcufznKjgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5427.jpg" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtqInxAOjoY/YPXXCR3A4uI/AAAAAAAAgy0/kbaCR8AF8f459_S9ncLMip2zB1ZHiD5PwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5954.jpg" style="display: block; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtqInxAOjoY/YPXXCR3A4uI/AAAAAAAAgy0/kbaCR8AF8f459_S9ncLMip2zB1ZHiD5PwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_5954.jpg" /></a></div></div>These past 2 months have flown by! Mainly because I've been busy, busy, busy! My youngest son was married mid-June to the girl who lived across the 'crick' from us! There have never been 2 better matched people! It was a perfect wedding - not too hot, not too sunny, no rain. It was just a great day to be surrounded by friends and family and witnessing my youngest child get married to a childhood friend!<div><br /></div><div>Another earth-shattering occurrence was that I started their wedding quilt in April and finished it before they returned from their honeymoon. And by finished, I mean I quilted it, labeled it, and bound it! They have a little 1962 Shasta camper and I thought this would be a perfect quilt for them. </div><div><br /></div><div>Other big news includes an addition to the family - Glimmer, a 3 year old Chihuahua, came to live with me. I adopted her from a family who was a little nervous about having her around their new baby. I knew they were planning to rehome her and I sure didn't want her going to the pound. I fell in love with her immediately and the other dogs and cats, while not <i>in love </i>with her, seem to tolerate her quite nicely.</div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from the relentless heat and humidity and the blood clot my daughter has living in her brain, it has been a very nice summer. </div>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-62876813488674452842021-05-19T08:22:00.001-04:002021-05-19T08:22:25.617-04:00Halfway to Halloween.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAbwCFaGfCs/YJA8MQxoldI/AAAAAAAAgvA/uiRCRTzypZYmkSJNNC9cpTOUowagvvHEACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_4788.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAbwCFaGfCs/YJA8MQxoldI/AAAAAAAAgvA/uiRCRTzypZYmkSJNNC9cpTOUowagvvHEACLcBGAsYHQ/s0/IMG_4788.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwX_UgFDY2IGvA55r_LT1DCC2mEp7QJsy8GI1tTL7K42qA1jVX5XGfbhqRzkqb6X5Zf0VpKZLCUGY4wAJ-zAji8cmTyed_QhDUBKi-w88ux-Bw5AfcsS9WEvAn9lI0nPnbSiEoxISmJs/s320/IMG_4834.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwX_UgFDY2IGvA55r_LT1DCC2mEp7QJsy8GI1tTL7K42qA1jVX5XGfbhqRzkqb6X5Zf0VpKZLCUGY4wAJ-zAji8cmTyed_QhDUBKi-w88ux-Bw5AfcsS9WEvAn9lI0nPnbSiEoxISmJs/s0/IMG_4834.jpg" /></a></div>Oh yeah, it is! Give or take a few days. <br /> <p></p><div>But then, this was written 16 days ago! So now we are even closer to Halloween! The flowers in these pictures have long lost their blooms and other flowers are opening up. My son's wedding is in a little over 3 weeks and there is much to be done in order to have our yard looking neat and tidy.</div><div><br /></div><div>But in the meantime, a lot of sewing has been going on. I've made a table runner to match my Coca Cola kitchen decor. I've finally finished and gifted, my daughter's Seaswept quilt. I've started my son's wedding quilt (fingers crossed that I'll get it done in time), and have planned my daughter's wedding quilt. In addition to that, I pulled out the blocks for my witchy Sunbonnet Sue quilt - I have 3 blocks yet to applique and I'm hoping to have it completed in time to enter into the county fair.</div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zd_ali3_JHM/YKUBoyfR_8I/AAAAAAAAgv0/5aTrY02O51QkINV0MUmLO0x5uW53pAVHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_4917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zd_ali3_JHM/YKUBoyfR_8I/AAAAAAAAgv0/5aTrY02O51QkINV0MUmLO0x5uW53pAVHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s0/IMG_4917.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coca Cola tablerunner</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swlh3Vj8a8o/YKUBo4xOjII/AAAAAAAAgv4/uzhQSDIMFNcMISb49dF_hdm81zF6cocHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/IMG_4948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-swlh3Vj8a8o/YKUBo4xOjII/AAAAAAAAgv4/uzhQSDIMFNcMISb49dF_hdm81zF6cocHACLcBGAsYHQ/s0/IMG_4948.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Block one of my son's wedding quilt</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157021352223834658.post-32767698503758133122021-05-03T14:08:00.001-04:002021-05-03T14:08:10.374-04:00Home.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YCiRfAOowJ0Rze5LB6-J5c7H_kqJfB8z5Eb5O3gmeAeOmamKJa56f_zq4UqaD81y9d9jtnEf0ztt5mH5YrSxgtR7_uE5Ma4DGMpmxBY1LixOvUILSI8-6oaVK564tSJqkLGAkLLIypc/s320/IMG_4819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YCiRfAOowJ0Rze5LB6-J5c7H_kqJfB8z5Eb5O3gmeAeOmamKJa56f_zq4UqaD81y9d9jtnEf0ztt5mH5YrSxgtR7_uE5Ma4DGMpmxBY1LixOvUILSI8-6oaVK564tSJqkLGAkLLIypc/s0/IMG_4819.jpg" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfPsRX6J1Zc/YImq-gNUGtI/AAAAAAAAgr8/KD164J7av94q71a4tAvQDnr_LqQlPr23gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1607/Chicken.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1205" data-original-width="1607" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qfPsRX6J1Zc/YImq-gNUGtI/AAAAAAAAgr8/KD164J7av94q71a4tAvQDnr_LqQlPr23gCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h150/Chicken.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div> I got the word last week that I will be heading back to work very soon. In the real world, with real people, with real human interaction that doesn't take place through a computer screen. While I will miss hanging out with my pets, I must say that the thought of returning to the worksite is very appealing. I will be able to work from home a little while longer and then will be able to work from home a day or 2 a week into the future. <p></p><div>When I first began working at home, I thought it would be awesome to be able to sit out on my deck with a fire and work in peace. Peace didn't really happen because around here in the mornings, there are ducks, chickens, and roosters that make a heck of a lot of noise. I love listening to the cacophony of roosters but when I need to concentrate, it's a little much. </div><div><br /></div><div>What I will miss though, is the slowness of my mornings. I have a routine in that I get up and sit in the recliner with my little dog for about an hour. I then take care of feeding the cats, making my bed, and getting dressed. I then take the dogs out and feed the pony and chickens and just walk around a little bit. Then it's time to come in and leisurely eat my breakfast while reading my book and sipping on coffee. By the time I'm done and the dishes are washed, it is 7:28 - 2 minutes to start my computer and get to work.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>OneOldGoathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15129187115646534250noreply@blogger.com1