Monday, February 27, 2017

Only a Flesh Wound

I am bound and determined to post something every day for a year.  I hope that I will be successful in my endeavor.  Some posts may be on the short side.  Somehow I've injured my right arm and it is difficult to type much.  I have been to see a couple of different doctors in the last week and will start physical therapy on Wednesday.  I'm not sure how I injured it but my arm has been fairly useless and painful.

X-rays have been done and nothing conclusive.  They will do an MRI in a few weeks but the insurance wants me to do the PT first.  I am thankful for our health insurance but to me it seems kind of dumb not to just do the MRI now.  I guess the insurance would rather not pay for it if it can be fixed via PT.  The doctor suspects that I've torn the ligaments/tendons in my arm which can only be seen with the MRI.

I am doing my best to stay in prayer and be content with how I feel and what I can get done.  Thus the song references yesterday.  I am trying to dwell on being thankful instead of any problems.

That's how my Monday is going.  How's your Monday?

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Whatever May Pass

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name

The sun comes up
It's a new day dawning
It's time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass
And whatever lies before me
Let me be singing
When the evening comes

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name

You're rich in love
And You're slow to anger
Your name is great
And Your heart is kind
For all Your goodness
I will keep on singing
Ten thousand reasons
For my heart to find

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name

Bless You Lord
And on that day
When my strength is failing
The end draws near
And my time has come
Still my soul will
Sing Your praise unending
Ten thousand years
And then forevermore

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name

Bless the Lord oh my soul
Oh my soul
Worship His Holy name
Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
Yes I'll worship Your Holy name
I'll worship Your Holy name

Sing like never before
Oh my soul
I'll worship Your Holy name
Jesus I will worship Your Holy name
Worship Your Holy name
Matt Redman

This familiar praise song spoke to me this morning.  Especially these verses...

The sun comes up
It's a new day dawning
It's time to sing Your song again
Whatever may pass
And whatever lies before me
Let me be singing 
When the evening comes

Whatever struggles we may face each day, if we can still praise God and worship Him. then it is a good day well spent.

*pixabay photograph*

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Dances With the Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Friday, February 24, 2017

Tiptoe through the Tulips

through the window
By the window,
that is where I'll be
Come tiptoe
through the tulips with me

Tiny Tim

I love this tulip wreath! 

I ordered it online at Grandin Road along with the matching tulip arrangements for the urns on my front porch. They are backordered for a few weeks so I'll just have to be patient.  I'll share photographs when they are all set up.

The tulips are so delicate and it is hard to tell that they aren't real. ♥

Have you placed any spring touches on your front porch or door?
Sharing with Beverly
How Sweet the Sound's

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Lunch with Miss Frances

A big thank you to Dianna for including a link to a Ding Dong School with Miss Frances clip on YouTube.

Lunch w/Miss Frances

Oh gosh.  She is so annoying.  She speaks soooo slowly and in a sing song voice.  I can feel myself getting all stabby.  Yikes!

Now peanut butter and bananas I can understand...  even on a sandwich.  But with lettuce?  LOTS of lettuce?

I noticed Miss Frances did not cut off the crust.  Did you have to eat the crush on your sandwiches as a child?  I did.  Did you make your children eat the crust on their sandwiches?  I did.

When I make a sandwich for my grandson, I cut off the crust. ♥

Life's funny that way.

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Ever Have One of Those Days?

You know, 
those days
when everything
seems to go wrong.
And you wish
that you could just
stay in bed
underneath the bed?
Little Bear has.
Don't worry, Little Bear.
Tomorrow is another day.
Perhaps some tea and biscuits?

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Ding Dong School with Miss Frances ~ Jingle Bell Jack

Going back further than Little Golden Books, does anyone remember the Ding Dong School books with Miss Frances?

I have several books that are older than I am! They were published by Rand McNally & Company from Chicago. According to the book information, Ding Dong School was a television program on NBC years and years ago.  Does anyone remember this show?  I don't remember ever watching it.  I do remember Romper Room and Captain Kangaroo.

I'd love to share a few of the stories with you.  My children loved Lucky Rabbit and Jingle Bell Jack.  I love Lucky Rabbit too but Jingle Bell Jack kind of gives me the creeps.  (I don't like clowns either.)

I will highlight the dialogue in blue.  I don't like to look at the "backwards front" quotation marks.

Jingle Bell Jack has lost his cover. Isn't his face a little scary?  This book was published in 1955.


Jean and her mother were on their way home from the circus. They were riding on the bus. Jean was looking out the window.

Mother, I liked that funny clown with all the bells, said Jean.

I liked him best of all, answered her mother.

Can we go back and see him again?

I wish we could, Jean, but we can't spend more money for the circus.

I want to see that funny clown again, Jean repeated.

Oh, Jean, I have a good idea.  We will make a clown for you. Then you can have him do the tricks that you saw at the circus this afternoon.

Mother pulled the buzzer because it was time for them to get off the bus.

Hurry, Jean, we must get off at this next corner.

The bus stopped. Jean and her mother stepped down from the bus carefully. Then they hurried home because it was time for Mother to get dinner. Daddy would be home soon.

Jean was tired, so she rested on the sofa while Mother was busy in the kitchen.

When Daddy came home, Jean jumped up and told him all about the circus. Mother called them to the table when dinner was ready. While they were eating, Mother and Jean talked about making a clown with bells.

After dinner, when the dishes were finished, Mother and Jean went over to the chest where Mother kept her scraps of cloth.  In the bottom drawer they found many small pieces of cloth.  They were all different colors and sizes.

We have enough to make a clown, I am sure, said Mother. Tomorrow afternoon, after your nap, will be a good time for us to make the clown.  I will put these pieces of cloth on top of the chest right here.  It is time for you to go to bed.  You have had a big day.  Say good night to Daddy.

Jean really was tired, and it didn't take her long to get ready for bed.

The next day, after her nap, Jean and her mother got ready to make the clown with bells, Mother took her scissors, needle and thread. Jean carried the pieces of cloth, and together they walked to the dining-room table.

Mother cut the cloth into circles like this. She cut a whole lot of them. Jean fixed them into a nice pile.

Then Mother took her needle and thread and sewed each circle until it looked like this.

Jean looked at all of the little pieces.  She didn't think they looked very much like a clown with bells.

When Mother finished sewing all the pieces, she laughed and said, Now comes the real fun.

She put a long piece of thick thread through a big needle, and then she went back to the chest and got five small jingle bells out of the top drawer.

Now, Jean, watch what I am going to do.

First, she put the needle through the little hole in the jingle bell and pulled the thread. Then, one by one, Mother pulled the needle and thread through the center of several pieces of cloth.

There is one leg, she said.

What is the bell for? asked Jean.

That is the clown's shoe.

Jean laughed and jingled the bell.

Then Mother made another leg just like the first one.

Now he has two legs.

Next, Mother made the body and two arms. Guess what she used for the clown's hands? Jingle bells, of course.

Now we have to make his head, said Mother, and she took another piece of cloth and stuffed it with the small scraps of cloth until it looked like a ball. Then she sewed it to the clown's body.

He needs a hat and a big collar, doesn't he, Jean?

Oh, yes, just like the one at the circus.

Mother made the collar and sewed it on.  Then she made the clown's hat, and just for fun she sewed a bell on the point.

The clown was almost finished when Mother said: Do you know what is missing?  Take a good look.

The clown has no face, laughed Jean.

Go get your black and red crayons and you draw the face.

Mother helped Jean hold the clown while Jean made the eyes, nose, and mouth with the crayons.

There, said Mother.

There, said Jean, hugging her new clown.

Just then Daddy came into the dining-room. Jean ran to him and showed him her new clown.

Wonderful! He is a wonderful clown. I like him. What is his name, Jean?

Jean stopped and thought for a minute.

Let's call him 'Jingle Bell Jack' like the clown in the circus. Maybe he will act like him.

Jean dropped the clown on the floor, and he look like this.

Look! cried Daddy. He's doing tricks on our dining room floor.


Monday, February 20, 2017

Little Golden Books

One, Two, Three, Four,
Little Golden Books and more.
Three score and add just four
the number of Golden Books in store
for Isaac and Hannah
and baby boy due in May.

The last part doesn't rhyme.  And there may be more grand babies in the future.  Sixty~four Little Golden Books are ready and waiting to be read.  Most of them are well worn from being loved by my children.

I don't remember what year it was that I bought the two in the photograph but look at the price ~ eighty cents from Target!  I did a quick look online at Amazon's price and they are regularly priced at $4.99 each.

The Boy With a Drum is one of the most loved books from our collection.  If you haven't a copy for your child or grandchild, you need to go out and get one as soon as possible.  It is the sweetest story about a little boy who plays his drum (Rat-a-tat-tat-a-tat Rum-a-tum-tum).  He is joined by different animals as he marches past them.  The pictures are precious and the rhythm of the story is very soothing.

The Little Red Caboose is another favorite.  Choo Choo!

Do you remember the Little Golden Books?  Do you have a favorite one?

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Be Still My Soul

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?
Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897

I listened to this hymn and fell in love with the lyrics and melody.  I don't remember hearing it before.    The words so comforting and a timely reminder that our souls need just rest in Christ.
*pixabay photograph of Bar Harbor coastline*

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Blooming Beauty

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. 
~Emma Goldman

My sweetheart roses are loving their sunny spot on the Mahogany drop leaf table in our little cottage nook.  Their fragrant scent is heavenly.  I absolutely would rather have roses than diamonds.