We’ve had our driveway blocked for about 2 months. January 8th to be precise; the water main broke sending a river down the road. With no warning, the cavalry arrived to patch it up on Wednesday.
The Road Taken – Literally
Another road taken down the Katy Trail with one of my daughters and husband. At least I didn’t receive bunny ears (eyes rolling).
Tree lined March 4, 2017
A break in the trees
Some more of our walk on the scenic Katy Trail.
Another Road Taken with my neice to my favorite section of any store – The Fabric Section! Let me just say this is a gigantic step for the next generation. Fabric purchasing and selection is an unknown territory for many of them. I’m beaming here if you can’t tell!
And guess what?! She sews! Zach you have a good catch…. but I’m sure you know that 🙂
Back to the subject at hand.
Our 3-generation project has begun. Above are the fabric choices she made, the blocks that she and my mother cut out, and the sample arrangement suggestions I sent to her via cell phone. We’re making a special something to use in her July 1 wedding. Can’t tell you what we’re using this for yet, but I can tell you she chose view #2. I am in total agreement.
As a youngster, I think I always knew when my father needed some solitude. He was a painter by trade in rural Missouri, USA, where he had work 6 out of the 12 months of the year. We lived too far from a major city for him to have regular work. So we did the best we could and lived a good frugal lifestyle where he spent the wintertime raising pigs or a couple calves to take to the butcher come spring. Most people back then called that Poor.
Playing solitaire was his ‘time’.
And I’m glad I was quiet enough to sit and watch and learn. He was pretty cool like that.
He was also a daily Bible reader in later years. Not a lot of people know that. I am also truly thankful to have had that example to follow.
My mother is a living example to me of one who excels in solitude with her talents. She is always keeping her hands busy. Ecclesiastes 9:10 says, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might;”. This defines my wonderful mother. Whether sewing, making jams, jellies, or reading novel after novel, she finishes what she begins whole-heartedly. Rarely does she have a UFO(Un-Finished-Object) lying in her stash.
For me, solitude is respresented by my time to play music. Alone. Unhindered by life’s stress. Uninterrupted by anything.
And just for fun to lighten the mood of this post, I’m thinking I should change my answering machine message to a 40 minute Banjo Solo 🙂
This is the stuff that the hubster has lovingly declared as my own personal truth serum. After a taste testing of each flavor(thank you to my sister for the gift) — ok maybe a little extra from another larger bottle, , there was a warning sent out to my daughters that no telling what I will state, but it will be most definitely truthful.
I will be more careful to not indulge after a stressful moment in my life….
This crochet needle is for thread work. Tiny stitches make for pretty lace.
For the Weekly Photo Challenge, I decided to go with the current project. It was finished Sunday evening on a special request order. It’s for an 18-month old little girl who I feel would also fit in the tiny category. I’m happy to say the customer was very pleased!
Sharing some daycare photos this week. Started out with a monster ‘creation’ by giving my little group of monsters choices of which way to create this crazy-looking goul. They were all about it and made their own versions later.
We use recycled wallpaper samples for many projects. The back worked well for a poster in this group activity.
Another ‘photogenic’ idea was the Cookin’ With Kids segment of our week.
They looked appealing, but let me tell ya, you can’t fool children.
The green tint added to peach flavored cream cheese was not well received. If I could show you their faces, you’d see the Real transmogrify.
We took a road trip one weekend to pay our respects to my husband’s family. This was during a busy fall weekend, around this same time of year. The nearest town was celebrating with Civil War reenactments and a festival. Beyond that a few more miles was our destination. A 100-year-old-or-more country church where his family had attended and the adjoining family plot. The road to the church and cemetary had one way in and one way out. The old church was still in use and there were sawhorse tables outdoors probably waiting for pot luck dinners and that were left out year round. No indoor plumbing and very limited electricity.
We had our 2 daughters with us and they were both under age 10 at the time. The surrounding area was very remote and very pretty with the trees all turning. But my husband kept telling me he felt like we were being watched as we went around reading the names of the departed and finding those familiar to us. He also told me he noticed a distinct aroma and that he had a feeling we had better not stick around there much longer. ( I now have to come clean and admit I thought he was over-reacting) It was nearing dusk and time to start heading back home anyway so we all loaded back up in the car.
That one road out was met with a pick-up truck of 3 men. My husband, being a law enforcement officer, told me to tell the girls in the back seat to duck their heads down and hold on. We then took a little detour down a ditch and around the pick-up. Clearly it was blocking the road intentionally. I was not sure why on earth he’d leave a perfectly fine road like that and possibly ask them to let us by? The word indignant would sum up my attitude about the whole situation.
My WordPress Photo Challenge entry this week will explain why we needed to leave there in such a manner.
In short, if you ever travel into the backwoods of Southern Missouri and smell a little corn mash cookin, best be quick about your business and don’t stop to ask questions.
Just to set the record straight, that is a picture of Legally purchased ‘Shine’ and will only be ingested in very small quantities.
This week’s photo challenge had to wait for Monday evening. It began predictably with attending the first performance of the Sedalia Symphony. And my youngest daughter is our main reason for attending. They say honesty is the best policy.
The 82nd season of the Sedalia Symphony.
Their song choices this time were right up my daughter’s alley. One song medley included “Oh,Susanna” & “Shenandoah” among others. You see, we play some bluegrass in our home and she was quick to inform me at their first practice that she had no trouble with the timing of the pieces 😉 You are welcome daughter dear.
There she is poppin’ in behind us for a photo thanks to Grandma Nancy’s help.
The star act was no surprise. Leroy VanDyke is Sedalia’s very own and as you’d expect, there was a very good turnout to hear him. Everyone knows he’ll meet you afterwards and sign stuff and talk to you. Very nice guy and so is his band. All Missouri natives. One is his youngest son.
But the surprise came when the mayor announced that our city has named a portion of U.S Highway 50 after Mr.VanDyke. He also was honored by the State of Missouri’s General Assembly. Read that here.
Sedalia and Pettis County is certainly proud of this legend of country music!