I’m still working on Ukrainian Easter Eggs. I’m so happy to be able to make them. I still have difficulty getting a good photo of the eggs, though. This is one of this year’s eggs, a design of my own. Sometimes I mean to copy a design I’ve seen and start to do it, but then somewhere along the way, I put my own spin on it. What would it look like if I make lines here, or use this color combination, I ask myself. Sometimes it works out beautifully, sometimes, it’s just an interesting egg. It’s still a happy creation, for me.
I do enjoy a good laugh, especially when it’s laughing at myself. Here is what happened last evening. Now that it’s daylight longer in the evening, I can drive to church for the 6 o’clock service and get home again before dark. I don’t drive after dark.
When I park, if it’s at all possible, I chose a place where I can pull forward when I leave, –no backing up. When I went to my little red car after service, there was another car parked right in front of my car. This puzzled me, because I was sure I had parked so that I could drive forward and there was this car right in front of me. Well, I can back up, but I’d rather not.
I opened the car door and started to put my purse into the car and suddenly realized, “This is not my car!” It was a small car, the same shade of red as mine, but it was not mine! My car was a couple of cars away, and indeed, it was parked so that I could drive forward, just as I had remembered.
I don’t know whose car I had mistaken for mine, but I had a good laugh at myself as I looked carefully at the car I had mistaken for mine. It was very similar to mine, but it was a Chevy, and my car is a Toyota Yaris.
It’s not the first time that I got into another car before I realized it wasn’t my car. Will I ever do it again? Most likely! If the car is small and red, I might think it belongs to me.
Enigma, so named because she is such a puzzle to me, –where she came from, and why she needed to live on my porch, is really an outdoor cat but I brought her indoors during the weeks when the temperatures were well below freezing. She really made herself at home here in the house. She seems to have been trained in good house manners and was well behaved in the house. I’ll probably never know who owned her before she came to me.
When she came indoors, she loved to sit on chair seats under the dining room or kitchen table. She could sit there quietly for hours. Sometimes I couldn’t see her on a chair under the table. I would try to pull a chair from under the table, to take a seat, and the chair was too heavy. What? Then I would find Enigma sitting on the chair seat, comfortable and happy. She has been a real puzzle to me.
I’ve been collecting elephant figurines for a good many years. I have more elephants than I put on display now. I know it is time to start downsizing. I have started giving some of my elephants away. I think it is better to give one or two elephants away now and then than to attempt to find a home for the bulk of my collection. I have begun thinning the herd.
A parade of little elephants.
This is TommyCat resting on the couch in the living room. TommyCat isn’t a feral cat but he prefers to live outdoors. I got him into the house during the time the snow was deep and the temperature was below freezing.
But when the weather was milder, he begged to go outside again, so, I gave him his freedom. Then it got colder again, with more deep snow, and I thought he would want warmth and the comfort of the couch again, but he did not want to come indoors.
It’s hard for me to understand why he would prefer the cold and snow to the warmth and comfort of the couch, which he enjoyed when he was indoors. I don’t understand, except that I do know the strong pull that freedom has over many of us.
TommyCat loves his freedom, but comes back to the porch, to the food bowl, a couple of times a day.
More power to you, TommyCat. Just stay safe!
Sports news this morning is about a strange thing that Michael Jordan said yesterday. Meaning to inspire his audience, he said about the future, “The ceiling is the roof.” What did he really mean? We do understand what he was trying to say, but he didn’t really say what he meant. Did you ever get your words tangled up like that? We all, at one time or another, say something that comes out all wrong.
I’m remembering one time at the table when my son took a very immodest portion of food and I tried to impress upon him that he should take a smaller portion and then if he wanted more, to take a second helping. I said, “A gentleman does not take his food all at once. If he wants more, he has a second helping. A pig takes all his food at once.” That was a poor choice of words. My family laughed and laughed at me. “Grandma is a pig,” they said. “She doesn’t take a second helping. She only has one serving.” I had to join the laughter. I hadn’t really said what I had meant.
That incident took place over 30 years ago and to this day my family remembers it. I suspect that people will remember Michael Jordan’s funny statement for a long time, but probably not for more than 30 years.
“The ceiling is the roof.” Will it possibly become a famous saying? It certainly has made for fun conversation.
We got a LOT of snow in our first snowfall of the winter season. It snowed, heavy snowfall, three days in a row. It was well over two feet of snow by the time it let up. This is my neighbor’s house. The car has been cleaned off a couple of times because of getting out to get to work.
I hired help to get my driveway clear. It was too much for me to do.
That’s my car out on the street. The guys moved it to the street so they could get the driveway cleared completely. They got all the snow off the car for me.
They did a very good job of snow removal. But it didn’t stay removed. We had a lot more snow after that.
There is something about a queenly cat on a beautiful bed quilt that says cozy to me. This cat lived with my son and daughter-in-law some years ago. I liked seeing the cat, whose name escapes me, it may have been Zoe, or perhaps Bambi, on their bed. The cat didn’t seem comfortable with me looking at her, though.
I think I didn’t help her to feel cozy!
This is the corridor at the personal care home where my friend is a resident. Last week a good many of the residents there had flu and I took the warning seriously and did not visit while flu was a threat. It’s eased now. The residents are well again. One of the staff members was sick yesterday, but the problem for visitors is past now.
Residents are encouraged to take their walks in this corridor, pictured above. They are encouraged to stay active. In this picture, Dave, a resident, is working on a jigsaw puzzle. A jigsaw puzzle here is an ongoing attraction.
I plan to visit there again this afternoon.
Some of my friends in the Personal Care Home.
I was without Internet connection from some time last evening until almost 10 this morning. My cleaning lady came to work today and you might know how it is, –a person tidies up before the cleaning lady arrives, so that took time.
It was really a nice day here today. I got a couple of bills paid and got them into the mail. I went for some groceries before I went to visit Rene, my friend who is in a personal care home. I didn’t need much, however, today was a good day to make a grocery run because the roads are bare, it isn’t snowing or raining, and the temperature is around 30 degrees. We really don’t know how long this will last!!
At the grocery store, I met Dave Young, a resident at the Terrace. He was getting checked out in the aisle next to where I was in line. I went to him and told him that if he wanted a ride, I was going to the Terrace and would be glad for him to ride with me. He did accept the ride. He pushed the cart to the car and helped me get my few purchases loaded into the car.
He is trying to get everything in order for him to leave the Terrace and get back to his own apartment. He was buying a hammer so he will have a hammer upstairs and downstairs where he lives and does handyman work. We had a pleasant conversation, even though it’s a short ride from the Terrace to Walmart, or back again.
I bought Rene six different bags of hard candy. He still had some but it was getting low. This time I also got a bag of small Tootsie Rolls, which aren’t really hard candy. Rene worries about me spending so much money on him like that, but it’s really no big deal, and he has no way to get what he wants unless I do it for him.
Shannon, one of the aides, told me right away that I was entering the building at my peril because there is a lot of flu there right now. I helped Rene get his new bags of candy to the kitchen where they keep his box that has his stash, and then I only stayed a very few minutes. I know it’s best to stay away from places where there is flu. I washed my hands well when I got home, before I unloaded the groceries I bought.
I have a good feeling about today. It’s good to be out and about and be with people for a while.