This from something I folow on FB, it's a PA thing...
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I created this blog to record our RV trips and ;morphed into life in our retirement lane and telling my tales of life. Now my tales of life are on widowhood, my new and probably my last phase of l I have migrated to Facebook where I communicate daily, instantly with family/friends all over. I write here sometimes. COPYWRIGHT NOTICE: All photos, stories, writings on this blog are the property of myself, Patricia Morrison and may not be used, copied, without my permission most often freely given.
This from something I folow on FB, it's a PA thing...
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Tday another spot on weather forecast, the snow as promised. I am more than tired of this winter and the whiteness, but there is hope. The weather forcast indicates some improvement after this week and already being 21 degrees is better than the sub-zero dips we've endured. But as I posted on Facebook earlier, "here we go again." There wasn't much snow maybe 1 1/2-2 inches. I waited till the flurries quit then took the blower out. Despite the snow being light it was freezing in spots so the blower didn't clear all of it and the cloudy day made it feel worse out there than it was. After about 30 minutess I was done for this time, the blower battery had run out and although I have another to switch too while it recharges, I quit. I didn't do a completee clear, leaving some in the driveway and not getting the shovel to clear areas that stuck. Enough for me for today.
It does not rush. It does not demand. It arrives wrapped in cold air and stillness, reminding us that even in the hardest season, light continues its journey.
Our ancestors watched
this moon when snow was deep and food was scarce.
They understood: this
was a time for endurance, prayer, and care for one another.
The Snow Moon teaches us:
Even when the land
sleeps, spirit stays awake. Even when paths are
buried, purpose remains. Even when breath shows
in the cold, life is strong.
“You are still here.
You are still walking.
You are still becoming.”
A winter Moon worth
looking up for! This evening, February’s Snowy Moon reaches peak brightness,
washing heavens in crisp, silver shine. It was titled by early Indigenous
peoples for February’s heavy snowfall, and this full lunar phase lands in
winter’s core and feels timed for it too today again.
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| 8:00 AM Jan 23 -19 degrees |
Earlier this week on my Facebook I shared a simi;ar view after I'd been out clearing the driveway and the front walk from snow using the blower. I had done that about 9:00AM on January 21 and was feeling quite proud of myself.
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| January 21 After clearing walk |
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| January 21 Proud of me |
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| Wednesday Jan 21 10:00AM Cleared driveway |
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| January 22 snow blown onto walk again |
It's not chestnuts roasting on an open fire, but a prime rib I'm roasting for my solo Christmas dinner. I might be alone but that's not new to me now, 5 years since Jerry passed. My friends including the widows all have familues to be with. I couldn't think of anyone to invite this year, so here I am. I'll be dining solo but I still will dine elegantly using finest crystal, China, gold utensils. It's a grey dreary day out there again but at least no snow, rain, nor sleet. A break in the wintry blasts we've been under since right after Thanksgiving
For some reason unknown to me our church did not have the traditional 2 Christmas Eve services this year. First time since I don't know when. I prefer that 9:000M mass. Since only 4:00PM was offered or 10:00AM Christmas Day, I went to the 4:00. What a bad circus! I knew it would be packed as the Chreasters come in force, that's what we call those who come only Christmas and Easter. It mystified me why. So I thought I'd be a little early and went at 3:30PM! Hah! Bad mistake. Packed already. I parked blocks away. I nearly left in disgust but figured, oh go on, you're already here. Fortunately an usher found a seat for me, on the end of a pew towards the back. The place was a mess! People crammed in like sardines. I saw very few parishioners that I knew, just the Chreaster invasion. Somehow by the Grace of God I endured.
Last night I wanted to watch at least part of the service from the Vatican, so I busied myself rewatching It's a Wonder full Life while waiting. It is a good movie, old black and white. A reminder to be grateful, a timely message of blessing. But my eyelids kept closing as the news came on and still at 11:00PM no trace or hint of the Vatican service that was supposed to be on NBC. I gave up and went to bed, late for me. Surprised myself by sleeping in until 9:20 this morning! I guess compensating for late night.
Well the probe in the prime rib is starting to heat over 100 degrees. I have it set at 135 for medium rare. So I best now fix my salad and reheat the twice baked potato I mixed up earlier.

So here it is, Independence Day, 249 years of American freedom won by patriots with guns and maintained by our devoted military with guns over these years. Like so many celebrations, I always looked forward to the 4th! I used to love fireworks and have seen some magnificent displays in the past on our travels. Two outstanding memories are of Calgary, Alberta, Canada when we were at the Stampede, way back in late 70's. When we lived in No, CA and had a group of adopted family/friends we traveled with, all in our own campers. Another was at Mackinaw MI, just me and Jerry but what a show they put on. He knew I loved fireworks and enjoyed watching me thrill to them. If I see any fireeworks this year it will be from those across the river, and I'll watch from my front yard or window.
I had no invitations anywhere today and couldn't find another widow to invite to come feast with me. They are all busy with families. But having none, it's just me. So while I don't like it, I don't feel despondent. I keep busy here solo. I have been watering some with this terrible heat siege we are enduring. Thi is not our typical MN summer, it has been hot and humid. So it feels better inside in the A/C instead of being out there sweltering. My head and body are drenched in sweat quickly when I'm doing anything outside. By 10:30AM it is already hot and since I am not a real early bird the weeds are gaining some on me.
Today I'll have some traditional 4th foods, by myself. There will be left overs for tomorrow and. One tradition is deviled eggs, I always made them on the 4th. Today I fixed some for me and thought about Steve, ourson who really liked them. Now he is with Jerry Beyond just watching me too. I got a little heavy handed dusting them with the paprika today but since it's just me eating them, not an issue. I already ate half of one, my lunch as I made them. I have some baked beans from a small batch I made this past week. I will grill a couple brats later, braving the temps out there. Picked up a small potato salad from the deli and doctored it with more chopped onion and celery. It is not as good as what I make but I was not wanting to cook the potatoes. It will do ok.That seems to be widow words, "it will do." I have heard from riends, including some widows too, across the country who are not doing anything or going anywhere today either. Then there's one in the hospital. So it could be worse. Still, I'm thinking of something I read long ago by Beth Moore, long before I became a widow, reminding me to have faith. "where is the life I planned.... "
Has someone seen the life I planned?
It seems it's been misplaced.
I've looked in every corner;
It's lost without a trace.
I've found one I don't recognize --
Things missing that were dear;
Promises I'd hoped to keep,
And dreams I'd dreamed aren't here.
Faces I had planned to see,
Hands I planned to hold;
Now absent in the pictures;
Not the way I told.
Has someone seen the life I planned?
Did it get thrown away?
God took my hand from searching;
Then I heard Him say --
"Child, your ears have never heard,
Your eyes have never seen,
Eternal plans I have for you
Are more than you could dream.
You long to walk by sight,
But I'm teaching eyes to see;
I know what I'm doing --
'Till then, you must believe.
He's done so much, I felt ashamed
To know He heard my moans.
To think I'd trade in all He's done
For plans made on my own.
I wept over His faithfulness
And how He'd proved Himself;
How He'd gone beyond my dreams
And said to Him myself,
"No, my ears have never heard,
My eyes have never seen,
Eternal plans You have for me
Are more than I could dream.
"Yes, I long to walk by sight
But You're teaching eyes to see;
You know what You're doing --
'Till then, I must believe.
I felt His great compassion --
Mercy unrestrained.
He let me mourn my losses
And showed to me my gains.
I offered Him my future
And released to Him my past.
I traded in my dreams
For a plan He said would last.
I get no glimpse ahead;
No certainties at all,
Except the presence of the One
Who will not let me fall.
Are you also searching
For a life you planned yourself?
Have you looked in every corner?
Have you checked on every shelf?
Child, your ears have never heard,
Your eyes have never seen,
Eternal plans He has for you
Are more than you could dream.
Perhaps you long to walk by sight,
But He's teaching eyes to see;
He knows what He is doing --
Child, step out and believe.
By Beth Moore
No eye has seen, no ear has heard,
no mind has conceived what God
has prepared for those who love Him.
{1 Corinthians 2:9}
Well I am frustreated with this blog and once again reminded why I switched to Facebookpostings. It is faster, easier and nearly everyne I know is there and replies or comments