Amazing!

Start your day empty, and it remains empty. Amazing, isn't it? Start your day filled with the Lord and His Word, and your day will be fulfilling from start to finish. I'm not saying everything will go right, or be perfect, or that you'll never have a rough moment or two -- but you will be able to deal with all that comes your way. Plus your heart will be settled and happy no matter what takes place. At least that's how it works for me. Yet I started yesterday and today empty. Instead of quiet time with God, I started both days with coffee and the computer.

Both days were empty, and I felt out of sorts. Today little things were starting to irritate me. I finally realized what I'd done, and I was ashamed of myself.

Fortunately God loves me (and you) even when I sin. I took time to pray and have my devotions. I like to use "Our Daily Bread" for my devotions, and I laughed when I read today's devotion. It was all about being obstinate and not doing what we know is right! You can read it here. I especially liked the last line:

Could it be that we are clinging to some "toy" and refusing to let Him be Lord of our lives? —Albert Lee

Once I'd given myself and my day back over to the Lord, He turned my empty day into a day filled with joy. The rest of the day, a song I used to sing in church went through my head. Written by Stephen R. Adams, it's an interesting variation on an age old favorite, Amazing Grace. I especially like the chorus:

And it's all because of God's amazing grace!
Because on Calvary's Mountain he took my place!
And someday, some glorious morning,
I shall see him face to face,
All because of God's amazing grace.

Amazing! Yes, God's love is amazing. He turns my sorrows into joy, He turns my emptiness into happiness. I hope that you have turned your heart over to Him and know God's Amazing Grace.

Why?

Over the past several months, I have made some tough decisions as we packed up to leave California, but I was comfortable with those decisions. After all “things are just things”. I even shared this sentiment with all of you in my post Learning to live without things. I knew that God was guiding me as I made decisions on what to keep and what to toss; and I had then, and still do now, perfect peace over those decisions.

I’ll readily admit that some things were easier to leave behind than others, and I’m sure I stored things I should have dumped—and probably dumped things I should have stored—but I tried to keep my focus on the new life that was ahead for us.

So what happened on Monday, October 17th?

It was time to go get the trailer for our trip and I realized that at least 1/3 of what we had saved to bring with us was not going to fit in the trailer and/or car trunk. How did I react? I became discouraged and angry. Angry with myself for not letting the movers take these things. Discouraged because I was tired, out of time and options and worse ... discouraged because I felt that God had let me down.

My mind raced with ideas and concerns. What would we leave behind? How could we decide at this point? It would mean opening boxes and repacking—something I felt we didn’t have time to do. I also couldn’t understand why God was allowing this to happen. Hadn’t I trusted Him to guide my selections? Hadn’t He opened all the doors during our move, so why close this one? Why? Why? Why?

My attitude didn’t improve when we found out that the local U-Haul dealer’s promises were nothing more than hot air, and the sports trailer wasn’t available. I stood in the kitchen with my stomach in knots while they tried to find the trailer.

I had a major moment of selfish greed when I remembered that the U-Haul folks had promised to either have the sports trailer or one of the smallest box trailers for us. I was greedily thinking this was good because all our stuff would fit in the smallest box trailer. When the guy came back on the phone and told me he hadn’t found the sports trailer, I reminded him of their promise and he said he would check and call me back.

After several more phone calls that became more urgent by the minute, and with my stomach in total knots, I was reaching the panic stage. There wasn’t a small trailer within 100 miles of us, and they had not found the sports trailer.

I stood in the kitchen and asked God why? Why couldn’t they find a trailer for us to use? What if they found one, but it wasn’t available until late Monday night? How would we even begin to pack/re-pack in that short of time? What if we had to delay our leaving—what would the buyer think? Time was our enemy at this point—and so was my heart’s attitude.

Why? Why? Why?

I finally stopped, laid my head on the counter and cried, and that was when I realized why. My heart’s attitude was all wrong. I was holding onto things, and trusting in men—when I should have been trusting in God and holding on to Him. I told God how sorry I was and asked Him to change my heart.

At that moment, I had perfect peace that it would all work out. The phone rang, U-Haul had found the sports trailer just 30 miles up the road. They transferred me to the Davis office, I gave her my info, and we drove up to get the trailer.

We spent the next several hours re-packing several boxes, and made some really tough decisions, but we knew that God was in control and it was all for the best. In the morning, we packed the car with our luggage, the cats and us ... and headed out.

Our trip was smooth and worry and trouble free. The sports trailer was a joy to haul (absolutely perfect size for our small car), and we arrived here in Waldport safe and sound. Tired, but happy, we stopped for a few groceries, got the keys to the house and pulled in the drive. We unpacked the cats, had some supper and unloaded the trunk—in the rain. Our first Oregonian rain. Perfect, absolutely perfect. :)

Even more perfect was the way God changed my heart. Many years ago He changed my heart and showed me His perfect plan of salvation.

Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, unto him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus throughout all ages, world without end. Amen—Ephesians 3:20,21

My fervent prayer is that God will continue to work on my heart, and that your heart will know His perfect plan for your life.

We Have Arrived!

On Tuesday, the 18th, we left our old place at 7am, and arrived in our new place at 7:45pm. The trailer worked super, the cats did okay, Mac and I shared the driving and all was well. No flat tires, no breakdowns, no accidents. The Lord was very gracious to us. We had good weather, saw beautiful scenery and even drove through a light rain and then fog at the end.

The car and trailer were packed to the hilt, yet we still had to leave things behind that we had hoped to bring with us. It was no biggy, after all they were just things -- and when I have time I'll tell you about my lesson on "things".

So far we've visited our house (trusses should arrive on Tuesday and then it's full steam ahead!), scouted out new places to shop, found a great new "diner", tried 3 different grocery stores, discovered yarn in 2 shops, talked to the stove to see if that would help it work properly (hehehe), signed up for net access, walked on the beach, made friends, met a local author and bought his book -- which he signed for me, stood at Seal Rock and watched with great awe as the waves came crashing in to shore ... and more.

I would love to tell you all that has taken place, but that would take me hours to type -- so it will have to wait until I have more time to read my handwritten journal and then put my thoughts onto this laptop. Now say, there's something interesting ... my handwriting has improved since I've been putting pen to paper instead of typing on keys. LOL!

Okay, time for me to go. We have to head back to the house -- after all the sun has set and the town closes down at 7. hehehe

Watch for more updates and news in the days ahead!

Babbling Away

I've made changes to my life and I'm pleased with them. I'm happier about me. I think this is very good. I wouldn't even be on the puter right now, but Mr. Retired turned it on. I'm glad I'm working on this addiction.

I got up this morning rested and happy, put the coffee on and dove in to "packing". Made phone calls and changed address on most credit cards and magazines. Still have a few magazines to do.

CHASE credit card is NOT done. Idiots! I sit through a 7 minute wait to speak to a rep only to hear a woman advise me (in pigeon English no less!) that her computer was updating and could I possibly call back later. Good things my hands don't fit in the telephone line or she'd be sporting bruises. HA!

OH - really good news. Pat from the food closet came by and took 2 frozen turkeys, loads of canned goods, mixes, jars of sauce, etc. :) :) :) :) :) I'm glad we didn't have to toss it all -- it's bad enough we have to toss the stuff we can't donate or transport.

Yesterday we dropped by the vets to give Dr. Jassar a letter. When he saw us, he came out around the counter and talked to us. Gave us both a big hug and wished us well. We thanked him for the wonderful care he'd given to our cats and handed him the envelope. He was surprised and said thanks ... and gave us both another big hug. He got misty-eyed -- and by then so were we. DRATS!

We've been bear hugged by Jack and Linda, the vet, Dr. Nick, Betty at the grocery store, and several other folks that we know only casually -- and yet our local family hasn't even called to say good-bye. I cannot tell you how much this hurts.

Well, I need to go get in the shower so we can have some lunch. OH - here's a funny ... yes folks, I can babble ... last night we grilled our last steak and when it was time to eat, Mr. Retired looked at me and asked how we were going to do this. hahaha No table, no tv tables ... hehehe ... how do you cut a steak? Stand at the counter? Ick! We have 2 folding chairs left, so we sat in our "to be left behind" chairs in the living room and each used a folding chair as a "table" and ate. This gives a whole new meaning to elegant dining. hehehe

We should be able to finish our packing tomorrow. Then Monday we deliver notes to Dr. Walker and Dr. Carney, pick up trailer and load it. Tuesday we head out before dawn. Wonder if I'll sleep Monday night?

I really will clam up now. Watch for one final update before we hit the road. Not that I'll have much to say ... but like I said, I can babble.

Waxing poetic

The movers came
The movers went
It all went well
'Twas heaven sent

God had His hand
Upon our move
He opened doors
He did approve

We're thankful for
His guiding hand
We'll praise His name
Throughout the land

~Kimberly Andrew © copyright October 13, 2005

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All has gone so very well. We have truly seen God's hand in every step of the way. The movers were done in half the time estimated, and that saved us $$. (happy grins) Yesterday while getting my hair cut, "G" and I were chatting and I mentioned that the only biggy left was donating our old Mazda (217,000 + miles). She asked how much, I said donate, she made a phone call, and a few hours later we signed the title over to her mom and her brother. It's a story worthy of a hanky, and I won't tell someone's else's story, but the Mazda is now with someone who can truly use the car. If you are a praying reader, please remember to pray for "G" and her family -- and especially her brother who is dying of cancer.

The cats are doing well, although BC does not like the empty rooms. We talked to the vet and we can knock BC out with Benedryl, but not Abby. He's concerned that the mix of her age, her weight and her panic at being in the cage could spell disaster with the Benedryl. So ... we are fixing a small box to sit at my feet and she will spend the ride either in my arms or the box (hopefully the box). My arms ache already. Heh!

"I will praise thee with my whole heart: before the gods will I sing praise unto thee."--Psalms 138:1

I hope that your heart sings God's praises. I'm so thankful that mine does.

The Squeamish Society

I admit that the site of a big spider sends me running for something sturdy with which to smack the critter, an old shoe works great on crickets and water bugs, and ants don't have a chance if they try coming into my home. I have, however, been known to catch and release tree frogs when they sneaked in the back door, but there is one creature that the good Lord made that sends me running down the hall with my stomach churning—and that's the gray house mouse!

Now we had such a visitor in our home the past few days. He (she?) managed to chew into my butterscotch and chocolate chip bits, my bag of dough for peanut butter cookies, the packages for blueberry muffins, the box of raisins ... and more. This visitor also managed to enjoy the peanut butter from 4 different traps! Then we got some Victor traps. Nice things, Victor traps. They always get their mouse, and they earn high praise from me.

This afternoon I was packing boxes of glasses and had stepped away from the kitchen. I'm glad I did, because 10 minutes later Mr. Retired came and gave me the good news that the mouse was done for and wouldn't be raiding the pantry again.

“Hurray!”, said I and waddled down the hall to the kitchen to have a look-see. Now as President of the Squeamish Society one would think I had more smarts, but I don't—besides I'm as curious as the next person. I gingerly opened the cabinet and took a good look. Yup, that visitor was done for!

I gleefully asked Mr. Retired how he was going to remove said visitor, and he said, “Carefully.” LOL! Then he suggested that I hold the plastic bag and he would dump the mouse in the bag. Oh no way ... no way at all was I going to be anywhere near that plastic bag. I was, however, more than willing to dig the plastic bag out of the items packed for moving.

At this point Mr. Retired distracted me with chatter about something else and without thinking I opened the zip-lock and held it out. Suddenly I realized what was happening. EEEEEWWWWWWWWW! No way! No way! I tossed the bag to Mr. Retired and scooted clear across the room and stood in the doorway. He unceremoniously dumped the mouse in the bag and asked me to come hold the bag.

I tried. I really did. Honest. My fingers were mere inches from grabbing the top of the bag when I realized there just wasn't any way on God's green earth that I was going to be able to hold that bag without losing my lunch. I backed away shaking my hands and uttering squeamish little sounds. Mr. Retired just shook his head and chuckled. Then he set the bag down on the floor so he could put the trap down. That did it. I practically ran down the hall and refused to come back to the front of the house until that bag was in the trash can outside.

Now that the visitor is gone, I will don some plastic gloves and clean under the sink. Why plastic gloves? Well, it certainly wouldn't do for the President of the Squeamish Society to do something silly like come in contact with the droppings. Just imagine the squeamish sounds I'd make as I ran out of the front door and down the street.

Books, books, books

Yesterday was grand! Got more of the kitchen finished, but I still have one cabinet and the drawers! I'd forgotten the drawers!!!!!!!!! Then late afternoon we headed over to Connie's house where we enjoyed a class reunion with several of Mr. Retired's college buddies. The guys all roomed together and the gals had gone to the same school—so the stories were most interesting. Even the pictures ... especially the candid shots. hehehehehehehehehe

We sampled wine (no shock that I enjoyed the Merlot the best—I find Pinot Noir too delicate for my taste buds), enjoyed great food (I want the recipes!), and most of all had a great time! Kudo's to Dan for organizing everything!

Book News:
With 9 days to go until we move, I thought I'd tell you what I've been reading. :)

• Last to Die by James Grippando rates a 4.5 out of 5.
• Hawke by Ted Bell rates a 2.9 out of 5. I found the main character irritating, wussy, and aggravating!
• Scarecrow by Matthew Reilly rates a 4.8 out of 5. I will be looking for his other books once I get settled.
• Sticks and Scones by Diane Mott Davidson rates a 5 out of 5. Delightful light hearted mystery, solved in the usual Goldie way -- and the recipes are all first rate!
• When the Wind Blows by James Patterson rates a 1 out of 5. Actually that's generous. I didn't finish the book -- dumped it after 5 chapters.

So, what to read next is a big dilemma! I have Lifeguard from Patterson, a couple of older mysteries that I've read before but would enjoy, a Tom Clancy (not sure I have the attention span for his stuff right now), and Map of Bones by James Rollins. Now I'd love to get into Map of Bones but there's the lack of attention span and most importantly, I'm saving it as my treat. It was a birthday present from Mr. Retired and I planned from the beginning to save it and begin reading it once we reach Oregon and things are calm again. I figure I've earned a new James Rollins and want to relax and totally enjoy it.

So I'm back to my original prob -- what to read next. Too bad I packed all my books first thing. *smacks self up side of head*

Update on our visitor: He's clever. He licked the peanut butter off the one trap, and licked enough off the second trap to scoot the peanut butter down a bit, but not far enough to trip the trap and get caught. We need more traps. I sure hope I don't find him as I finish cleaning out the food cabinets!

Just what I need

For the crocheters in the group, there is no hook news because I packed all my crochet stuff and haven't touched a hook in days! :(

What do you need?
Yesterday I needed something special. That's all, just something special. God provided that special something when we received a phone call from 2 very precious folks. We talked, laughed, I got a bit misty eyed ... and Mr. Retired and I both had big grins on our faces afterwards. Hearing their voices was just what we both needed.

This morning we found we had a visitor. It's likely small, and likely gray, and if we meet face-to-face it's more than likely that I'll scream loud enough to wake the dead, (LOL!) yet it's what I need. I think. No, I'm sure. I don't know why, but I guess I need a non-computer mouse in my life right now. Today we will buy traps and hopefully we'll nab this visitor right quick. The trail of evidence shows that it's likely only one visitor, but we'll find out. Of course, now I'm wondering about all the packed boxes and are there visitors in them? :-O

This discovery has solved one dilemma—how much and what food to take with us. Guess I'm only going to take that which is in glass jars or sealed in a plastic Rubbermaid type container. No boxes of pasta, no bags of semi-sweet chocolate chips, no boxes of cake or muffin mix; and definitely not the butterscotch chips I just bought—since those are a favorite of the visitor!

I will now have to wash all the utensils and pots and pans before they are packed, and that's not going to be fun, but still I'm thankful. There was a time when this little invasion would have set me on edge, but I'm finding myself totally content, knowing that for whatever reason God felt I needed a mouse. After all:

But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.—Philippians 4:19

He always provides just what I need, it's just that sometimes I don't see it His way. He's ready to provide all you need as well. All you need to do as ask Him.

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Unbelievable

During packing breaks I've been calling and shutting down all the utilities and such. All has been going well. Until I got to SBC.

I waded through their "voice mail" where the last question was "what are you calling about". I said "cancel service". The voice said, "Do you mean you wish to disconnect your phone?" I really wanted to strangle the phone and yell at the voice, "No, you idiot, I want to start up service." UGH! I hate voice mail systems with a passion.

Finally I was sent to customer service where I hear another voice say I'm in line as the call volume is heavy, so please wait. Then I get to listen to hideous music. At least it's better than continuous commercials.

So I wait and try not to grind my teeth. I play a game of solitaire, then another game of solitaire. I drink a mug and a half of coffee. I talk to Mr. Retired when he steps in the room. I wait. FINALLY, yes finally I get a rep. Just as she asks to verify my phone number, the battery on the portable starts beeping. *groan* I tell her, that's the correct number and my battery is dying and please hold while I go to the other phone. I walk to kitchen, pick up phone and SHE'S GONE! She hung up on me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

UNfreakingBELIEVABLE! After wading through voice mail he**, and a 10+ min. wait -- she hung up!!!!!!!!!

Now I get to start all over. Ain't it grand?

Mentally Zapped

You know you are mentally zapped when:

• You put your blouse on inside out and your hubby has to tell you what you've done.
• You walk down the hall with the bottle of BBQ sauce in your hand and are going to put it in the cabinet with your hair conditioner. (Hey! It might work!)
• You go to buy shampoo and conditioner and come home with 2 bottles of conditioner. (Maybe that's why I was ... oh never mind. LOL!)
• You again put your blouse on inside out, and your hubby tells you just as you get to the car to go out dinner—without thinking you start to fix it while standing in the driveway.
• You sit down to crochet, pick up your hook and simply sit there and watch tv instead.
• You sit down to type this list and forget half of what you wanted to tell on yourself. LOL!
  

All is going well. I'm into the kitchen at this stage and it's easier than I thought it would be to dump things. I'm going to have loads of fun replacing old cookie sheets and such.

Back to the salt mines!

We Have Mail

We now have the official address for our house. *huge grins* The mailbox is not yet up at the end of the street, so the mailman delivered the electric bill (contractor pays it) right to the work sight. We will be able to register our car and get our drivers licenses when we arrive (needed that official address), make arrangements for our permanent phone number, and more good stuff. Plus we have our PO Box, so we have a place for folks to write to us while we are renting. :) God has truly blessed this move and all is falling into place.

Yesterday we took the cats on car ride #4, with both of them in their travel carriers. All was well until we walked in the door at home. That's when Abby let loose with the upset stomach. Yeesh. Hopefully she will get used to the car riding before we take off. I'd sure hate to stop every 2 miles and change the towel in her travel carrier.

When the contractor got ready to start on the house he opted to order all the lumber at one time, so everything is ready, but the trusses are in short supply and that's holding up the next stage. Hopefully they will arrive soon.

Today we took the car in to the dealer—one of the headlights was out. When he pulled up our records, discovered the car was due for a maintenance something or other, so we pulled out our coupon book and left the car. We'll get it back tomorrow. This afternoon our local realtor came by to see how things were going here. He brought the contractor who will be upgrading this house for the new owners. It was interesting to listen to them discuss what to do, as most of it was what we would have done had we stayed here. Guess our ideas were okay. *wink, grin*

Today I read this quote:

All these moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
-- Roy Baty, in "Blade Runner"

It reminded me of the Bible verses that tell us how precious our tears are to God.

Psalms 56:8: Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

Psalms 126:5: They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

Revelation 7:17: For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.

Revelation 21:4: And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

I think God must have a rather large bottle holding my tears, for I have shed many in my lifetime; yet I also have seen Him take my sorrow and tears and turn them to joy. Someday, He shall wipe all my tears away and I shall never again fear or be sad or hurt. What a joyous day that will be.

I hope that if you are going through rough times, you remember that God cares enough for you to collect all your tears and save them. Why? Because you are precious to Him, and so are your tears and sorrow. Let Him put His arms around you and comfort you.

Jonquil's and grandma

Hook News:
The new afghan is coming along. I have 8 rows completed and have bumped into the same puzzle I always bump into with afghans. The starting chain was 36-inches, the first row was 36.5-inches, but now that there is some real body to the afghan it measures 39-inches. I don't know why this happens. I know the answer is rooted in math and/or science somewhere, but I don't remember enough from school to solve this mystery. I'd sure like to know the where and why so I could fix this for the future.

Crook News:
Mr. Retired and I are both battling colds. His is worse because it causes his asthma to flare. You might remember us in your prayers.

Yesterday we picked out the house colors. :) The official names are: Jonquil for the main house color (the color is hidden in the mid-yellow/gold in this picture of jonquil's), and Morning Sun for the trim. The colors remind me of my grandma.

Grandma J. was out here visiting, and I had some daffodil and jonquil bulbs to plant. Not having a green thumb, I asked grandma (who could grow anything!) for help, and she and I went out back and dug in the planter box. We took out rocks, and broke the soil up with our hands. Now I was going to use the small garden spade and fork to do the job, but grandma said gardening was a “hands on and personal” project. Once the soil was tilled to her satisfaction, we used our fingers to make the holes, planted the bulbs, talking to them as we did, and then lightly watered the garden. Every morning while she was here, she went out and watered those bulbs and talked to them. A few months later I had the most glorious bed of daffodils and jonquils I've ever seen. I took pictures and sent them to her. I have always thought of this as “Inez' garden”. I followed her instructions on removing the bulbs and over the years I have enjoyed planting and growing “Inez' garden”. It's one of the few things that I've ever been able to grow. So every time I look at my new home, I will think of grandma.

This afternoon we will be working on fixing the printer. After 11 years, it's decided to retire itself. We sure would have liked it to continue to work for another few months at least, as we have things that must be printed. Maybe we can get one of those cheapy inkjet things at CompUSA. I saw one for $29 a few weeks ago. Who cares if it only prints for 100 or so copies? That would be all we needed. Well, it will work out, I'm sure.

This evening we are having dinner with our friends, Dave and Shirley. We've known them for, gosh, 29 years—maybe 30. I can't remember exactly when we met. Over the years we've shared dinners, evenings of laughter and fun, tears, sorrows, church and more. We don't see each other as much as we used to—mostly my fault for not reaching out as I should have—but we are still friends and it will be nice to have dinner together one final time.

Proverbs 18:24: A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.

I hope that amongst those you count a friend is the One who sticks closer than a brother.

Soft Addictions

I have several of them. More about that later, though. *wink*

Hook News:
Ah, that feisty design is now under control. I finally worked out the correct number of beginning chains and I'm off and working. A bit slowly since a tendon in my right wrist is out of whack—but I'm working.

I found a storage tub with more yarn. I swear this stuff is multiplying on it's own. Anyhow, I've sorted out the keepers vs. the give-aways and all is well.

Oh, and the pattern leaflet I've been looking for ("Ripple Afghans for the Family") is now on it's way to my house. *big grins* I will, of course, have to yarn shop once I reach Oregon, but that's a good things. hehehe

Crook News:
Pam called. We added to our ever growing list of “to-do's” the joyous task of picking out our own colors for the outside of the house. WHEE! Tomorrow we will head to the local Sherwin-Williams store and look at swatches. We did some preliminary looking today at their web site and have it down to 2 choices, it all depends on what color the roof is slated to be.

Scratched several things off of our “to-do” list today, with the biggest being setting up the appointment for the movers. They will arrive around 8am on Wed, October 12th. What a great way to celebrate our 31st wedding anniversary. :)

Took ride #3 with the cats. This time Abby sat in my arms. No upset tummy. Of course, she's got to get used to the travel case as I can't possibly ride for 10 hours with her in my arms—but this was a good start to more positive traveling with her—we hope.

Now, about those ...
Soft Addictions:
As I said, I have several. I think the worst is this computer and the internet. I really don't have time these days to log on and read posts on boards or read and answer emails, yet I do. I can't seem to stop myself. I'm seriously considering packing up my computer early. No more temptation that way. But wouldn't it better for me in the long run to simply conquer this addiction? I think it would. I don't know if I'll win this battle, but I'm sure going to give it a try. So if you don't hear from me for several days, don't panic; and if you do panic—then pick up the phone and call me.

Questioning myself
Recently I shared with a friend that I was questioning myself and some of my attitudes and actions. I was most discouraged with what I saw in my heart and wondered how in the world I could have some of these cold feelings. I finally had to let it go and talk to the Lord about it. The next day my daily devotion was from Psalms 119, particularly verse 77:

Let thy tender mercies come unto me, that I may live: for thy law is my delight.

God has softened my heart, and I'm now content with the decisions I've made and the actions I've taken. With His help, my heart will stay tender in this area and I'll keep my focus where it should be.

If your heart is hard, or hurting, why not ask God to help you. He is faithful and will show you His tender mercies.

Big news! Read on ...

Hook News
So I finally set the popcorn ripple aside as it's too darn hot here to work on it—but boy will it be a grand project for the coast of Oregon in the winter. *big grins* I needed something to do, so I tried a pattern I've had in my brain for a bit. It looked grand, but then I discovered that my sample had taken on the shape of an hourglass. :-/ I have put the sample and my notes in an envelope and I'll tackle it again some time.

Feeling frustrated I figured I'd just set my hooks aside for the next 3 weeks. Then I had this major inspiration—while I was in the shower! No paper, no pencil. LOL! Fortunately I remembered my brainy idea a few hours later. I wrote it down, gave it a try last night and it worked. Now I just need to get the size right and I'll have another masterpiece. ROFL!

Crook News
Now for the big news! Are you ready? I wasn't, and I admit that when the words came over the phone today I WHOOPED! Poor Pam. Hehehehe

WE HAVE WALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, walls! They look soooooo wonderful. Would you like to see? Okay,just click HERE for a page with links to the pics. Many of you will be pleased to hear that the garage/guest room walls went up today and the contractor framed in a window (no charge). So you'll have a “view”. hehehehehe

Our packing is coming along well. I'd guess we are around 75% done, with some tough decisions ahead as far as take or dump. I can tell you hearing the news today, and then seeing the pics, have energized me. I can hardly wait. *huge grins*

One obstacle ... digging into all these older boxes has really stirred up dust in the house. Since I don't really have time to do my normal cleaning, it's settling on everything. *frustrated frown* If you have any idea(s) on how to combat this, please let me know.

Book News
Minor gripe here. I've been watching for Cornelia Funke's new book, Inkspell, for a bit. It showed up at B&N.com and the price was 30% off. Since I had a gift certificate left, we drove over today and I picked it up. It wasn't until I was done checking out that I discovered that the online store is now different from the brick & mortar store! *frustrated frown* I was upset, and so later this week I'm going back and return it and get my money back. I'll mail order it and save an extra $4! In fact, I'll probably mail order it from Amazon. hehehe

That will teach B&N to mess with Mad Jenny Rackham. LOL!

Har! Har!

My pirate name is:
Mad Jenny Rackham

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.

Liar! Liar! Pants are on fire!

Remember that childhood ditty? It came to mind today when for the 3rd time in the past four weeks an acquaintance showed themselves to be a liar. Of all the human traits that I dislike, the act of lying is at the top of the list. If I catch someone in a lie, it can cause a friendship to go south faster than a speeding bullet.

I'm aware that at one time or another, everyone lies—I've done it myself; but why do we lie? Do we really believe that it's better to tell a “little white lie” as tell the truth? Can we not find a tactful and kind way to tell a friend the truth? Would it not hurt their feelings even more to know we LIED to them? I think it would.

Perhaps our self-esteem so low that we need to make ourself look like a bigger or better person in someone else's eyes. Do we really think that someone will find us more attractive and want us as a friend if we lie? Or do we lie simply because we see it as a challenge—and challenges are exciting?

I'm no angel—I've lied. As a teenager I lied to my parents for the same reason y'all lied to your parents. LOL! I've told those “little white lies” as well. However, I gave up lying when I grew up enough to realize that I always got caught and lying served no good purpose. Besides the older you get, the harder it is to remember your lies and keep your stories straight! Heh!

When someone who is smart lies to me and contradicts a previous statement they made to me, it makes me wonder. Do they really think I'm that dumb? Is it possible they really don't remember what they've said to me? Are they counting on my good graces to not call them on the lie?

Somehow I don't think so. I think most lies are done to either make oneself look “better” to the other person, or to manipulate the person to whom you are lying.

Two of the recent lies revolved around money. The first person simply wanted to do things their way, and when I refused they sent me an email that was designed to bait me. I'm sure if I had not been careful with my answer, the next thing I would have heard was discrimination.

The other financial dealing I don't understand. Perhaps this person just needed more time to come up with the funds. If so, all they had to do was tell me. Instead, they have told me lie after lie about the check being in the mail. I have lost a great deal of respect for this person. I do know I won't be doing any future sales with either of these people.

“These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren.”—Proverbs 16-19

But my long time friend—this one hurt. I had suspected that my friend was lying about this particular subject, but having it confirmed wounded me inside and made me angry. I suspect this friend has lied in order to make themselves look “better” to me. It hasn't. It has only made me look at them in a different light—one that is not very flattering or favorable. I'm not sure yet how I'll deal with it—but I will deal with it.

Like I said, if I catch someone in a lie, it can cause a friendship to go south faster than a speeding bullet.

All the news that's fit to whatever

Yesterday we took the cats traveling for the first time. BC did very well. He whimpered once, then settled in and went to sleep. Abby Darlin' wound herself up and before we hit the 1 mile mark she had thrown up and 1/4 mile later ... she ... you know. LOL! We rolled the windows down, opened the moon window and drove home - where we washed Abby, her towel and her cage. Hope trip #2 goes better. hehehe

I now have the china cabinet cleaned out, so the dining room is almost done. I have to pack the last few things, and then make up a box of items to send to my aunt in Illinois and I can check the dining room off my list. :)

The loan inspector for the buyer arrived early this morning, was alone and not very friendly. He took a few pics, measured a few things and was gone in 10 minutes. Whatever.

Had our appointment with the mover on Monday. He came back on Tuesday with his bid, and it's within our budget. We are happy. He even bought Mr. Retired's little putt-putt-boat for $20. Saves us having to move it 'cuz' it's too small for the ocean. :) Oh yeah, after inventorying the house, he said as long as we don't "coast" too early, we should make our target date of 10/15!!!!! Yippee! Anyone want to come help us pack? LOL!

Went over and said goodbye to a friend today. She's going to San Francisco to live and go to design college. *sniffle* Someday we'll be reading about her making a splash in the world of graphic design. :)

I'm still plugging away on my popcorn ripple and starting to hate it. Maybe I should have left one of those other projects unpacked? ;-)

Visited with a friend yesterday, and we talked about how the Lord has truly blessed this move. Everything just seems to fit together. We know there may be obstacles ahead, but we are rejoicing in all that has taken place and we know that God will see us through any obstacles as well.

"Wherefore David blessed the LORD before all the congregation: and David said, Blessed be thou, LORD God of Israel our father, for ever and ever. Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all. Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all. Now therefore, our God, we thank thee, and praise thy glorious name."--1 Chronicles 29:10-13

(emphasis mine)

WIP Wednesday

In my project bag right now:

• Popcorn Ripple ghan is 2/3 done. I'm noticing that the side edges are curling. I can't remember if the last one I did also curled or not.

WIP's that will remain WIP's until March 2006 when they get unpacked. Yes, I packed up some WIP's. LOL! Less guilt that way.

• Warm Jewel ghan in burgundy and soft rose
• Baby ghan design in progress - no name, but it's Lilac in color
• Ghan of forgotten name from book of forgotten name made from yarn that I ran out of (this will likely be a WIP until the cows come home! LOL)
  

The Spice of Life

Wow! I can't believe I haven't updated here since Saturday. So much has gone on ... and it will all have to wait until later. hehehe For now, I want to share 2 pics of some little gems I found while sorting through things.


I bought these at a garage sale for a quarter. They don't have stoppers, but I thought they were cute. Click on the little pic to see the real deal in a separate window.





These cuties belonged to my mom. Not real practical to use due to their balance, but cute to look at. Click on the little pic to see the real deal in a separate window.





WIP Wednesday update coming up shortly.

Super Saturday!

The morning started early, as do most mornings. Before sunrise I found myself wide awake, so I dressed and started in on tasks. By 7 the dishes were drying, 2 loads of laundry were washed/dried/folded, and I'd gone through half of the china hutch. I decided I deserved a break, so I started the coffee pot, grabbed my book and sat down to read. I awoke at 8am. LOL!

From there, the day moved fast. Out to the garage to help Mr. Retired, where we found lots of boxes and bags of “toss this”, and now the 2 trash cans are full to the brim. Our neighbor, Greg, came over to pick up the shopsmith and the drill press. Mr. Retired sent him home with tons more “guy things”, and I sent him home with the Christmas dishes. This means I get a new set for Christmas 2006* plus I don't have to pack them for Oregon. :)

I also found all of my mom's china dishes. Now I must decide: keep or give away? I'm leaning toward give away mainly because my mom stopped using these dishes shortly after we moved to California; so they don't bring back as many fond memories as my late MIL's dishes do. I'll decide by Tuesday when we make the Goodwill run.

Greg helped me id some of pop's Air Force stuff, and he's coming by tomorrow to take more “trash” as he'll have room in his cans. He even said if we have a lot of Goodwill stuff to leave it and he'll take it for us after we leave. He has been such a huge help, there's no way we could ever repay him for all his kindness.

*Now about those new Christmas dishes. While Mr. Retired showered and changed, I took a short break and googled “Christmas dishes”. In the process of hitting links, I found myself at the Pfaltzgraff site. There I fell in love—but not with Christmas dishes. I found the perfect every day dishes. Forget the “Fiesta Ware” I was going to buy. I'm hooked—totally and completely on Evening Sun. To me they say, “Welcome. Glad you are here. Join us for a meal and friendship.”

I figure I can fill in with a few pieces of Nuance of Gold and Nuance of Red, and I'll have a wonderful set of bright, cheerful, colorful dishes!

We decided that we needed a packing break, so we took off for some lunch. Stopped at Peet's on the way home for coffee and coffee beans. As we reached the outskirts of town, I talked Mr. Retired into a quick ride to the outlet stores. We went to the Pfaltzgraff outlet and got to look at the Evening Sun dishes. They really are as cheerful, warm and pretty as the look in the picture on the web site. Mr. Retired likes them too, although he says the coffee cups are boats. Once we have our new mailing address, we can order these from Amazon—free shipping too. :)

Hook News:
Last year, I submitted a pattern to Accord Publishing's "2006 Crochet Pattern A Day Calendar™". Rumor has it that the calendar is available in some stores. Strangely, I have yet to see my copy. Now I wonder if my pattern is actually in the calendar.

If you'd like to see the pattern, you can see pictures of it HERE.

I'm still plugging away on my Popcorn Ripple ghan. Gads, I am SO sick of popcorns. I think they are worse than picots. LOL!

One last thing—a link to a picture of packing central. Just a small portion of our labors, and fills half the room!

"The LORD reigneth; let the earth rejoice" -- Psalms 97:1

Forward, HO!

Forward step #1
Today the Vets of WWII came by for a pickup. We helped the guy load the truck and he took everything. EVERYTHING! So there local non-profit.

Forward step #2
I finished packing all the CD's—for the second time. LOL! If I find any more they may have to stay behind. Hehehe

Forward step #3
Our rental agreement arrived and we promptly signed it and sent it off with our deposit monies. Whoopee!

Forward step #4
With a copy of the rental agreement, our ID's and the PO Box rental form in hand, we went to our local PO and had them verify who we were and that we had a rental agreement for a house in our new town.

Then we had a wonderful chat with the 2 gals working the counter and the other customer (it was okay because no one was standing in line.) The gals couldn't believe we were moving—said they would miss us. The customer asked where in Oregon? Turns out he and his family just moved about 50 miles south of us! He said we will love it! The 2 postal gals both sighed and asked if they could come live with us. Hehehe

We finally had to leave, and they both said to be sure to come back and say good-bye. They were happy for us, but it was touching to see Patricia shed a tear.

Forward step #5
Posted a note on freecycle offering some computer items and other computer related do-daa's. Ted came by just a bit ago and took 5 boxes of keyboards, motherboards, game board, cords, plugs, and plenty of do-daa's. He even took Mr. Retired's telescope to give to someone.

Forward step #6
Tried to call our new PO, but they have that hideous “don't bother us” 800 number that puts you in voice-mail he77. Gads I hate that. So I called our realtor and her office bud was obliging and found the real number for me. Called and talked to Roger, got the info on what to send for a PO Box and tomorrow that will be on it's way. So by the end of Sept., we will know what our mailing address will be.

Not-so forward step #7—or a slice of life?
In the process of boxing the computer do-daa, I punctured the tip of one finger on something. Bled like crazy. Got it cleaned and bandaged. A few minutes later, I found a nice slice on the back of my right hand. Cleaned and bandaged that. Much more and I'll look like a pin cushion for a new doctor or something. LOL!

Forward step #8
Tomorrow the antique dealer comes, so today I spent time cleaning all the pieces with OrangeGlo. The house smells wonderful! I have researched and know what things are worth, so if he's close—it's all his. :D

Forward step #9
Monday the mover comes to give us an estimate. If the contract is what we think it will be, we'll sign on the dotted line and set a firm date. We are hoping for 10/13 or 14 at the latest.

Forward step #10

Philippians 2:4: “Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.”

As I read this verse this morning, and then the accompaning devotional, I found myself thinking of my family and how they've recently hurt me. I honestly don't believe they meant to be hurtful—and most likely would be surprised to find that their actions (or lack thereof) have been a source of emotional pain. So how do I handle this?

I can't force them to do what I want, so I have to learn to love them as they are and move forward. So I'm taking that forward step #10 and doing just that.

I hope today found you moving forward.

Well, it was LABOR day

Today I labored.

~I unclogged the vacuum - which meant I took the entire thing apart. Thank you Dyson for clear instructions.

~Packed the last of the "keeper" Christmas stuff.

~Helped Mr. Retired finally clear out the hall closet. Now I have to encourage him to pack the stuff he decided to keep. Maybe I'll pack it and be done with it. hehehe

~Burned my fingertips (not badly) on battery acid. Oh joy, oh joy, oh joy.

~Burned 5 more cd's for use while ours are in storage. I'm making "mixes". It's not bad with iTunes, just select, say burn and walk away.

~Vacuumed the bedroom, hallway and living room -- upsetting BC big time.

~Finally cleaned out the one "table stand" that was in the bedroom. I could not believe what was stashed in that little cube. :-O Shame on me.

~Emptied the clean dishes from the dishwasher and put the dirty ones in. Dirty dishes never end, do they?

~Fretted this morning that we won't be finished in time. Then I sat and read my daily devotion and got "rapped on the knuckles" for worrying, when I should be focusing on doing the tasks well, and trusing God to see me through it all.

And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men; Col. 3:23

But ye, brethren, be not weary in well doing. 2 Thess. 3:13

Now I'm off to get dinner going and rest. I bet I sleep good tonight.

Poetry?

A Moving Ditty
Copyright © Kimberly Andrew, 9/5/2005

Boxes, boxes -- they never end.
Wrap and tape and flaps to bend.
Inside out and outside in.
I think my Yang has turned to Yin.

No time to relax at the moment for us.
For now we must pack and try not to cuss.
At night we crash into our bed.
While visions of boxes dance through our head.

Oregon -- we'll soon be there.
Where kites will fly in weather fair.
Bread will rise and cookies bake.
Walks on the beach I plan to take.

My honey and I will together be.
Enjoying the sites there are to see.
We'll relax and enjoy the ocean breeze.
Grow rhodes and roses and maybe some peas.

Perhaps come October I'll come back to stay.
In the chatter and clatter of everyone's day.
But now I must run, for the day moves along.
At least in my heart, there sings a glad song.

Copyright © Kimberly Andrew, 9/5/2005

Bone tired and confused

Tonight I am bone tired, and confused. I packed knick-knacks today.

WHAT. WAS. I. THINKING? when I bought all these gems?

LOL! Half went in the give away bag. I'm too tired to even think about wrapping, packing, storing, unpacking, unwrapping and then dusting for the rest of my life. *blech* Gone, gone, gone.

All but 6 of my cookbooks are packed. These last few will have to go in with baking stuff. I did move 12 more to the give-away bag. *sigh, sigh, sigh*

Before I tell you why I'm confused, I'll share a funny tidbit. This is from our local paper:

The agency's Honor Guard unit unfurled the American flag and rose it on the department's flagpole for the first time while local singer Bob Green belted through a rendition of "God Bless America."

Now I'm not a wordsmith, but I'm pretty sure that flags are RAISED on the flagpoles, not rosed. LOL! I did drop an email to the paper and jokingly asked if perhaps this flagpole was planted in a rose garden. ROFL!

Now, why I'm confused. In the past two weeks, people we know have asked, "What's new?" When we tell them we are moving, better than half the time the reaction is one of either stunned silence or anger. I don't get it. Why can't they be happy for us? We've always been happy for them when changes have come along.

Our family is my biggest source of confusion. This past week I had a birthday. They didn't call, they didn't send a card, they didn't send an email. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. As far as our move goes, they have yet to say they are happy for us. They haven't asked if we could use some help packing, or a meal while we work, or any other thing. What we here is the same silence I heard for my birthday. Maybe they are angry, maybe they are hurt. I honestly don't know.

I do know that I'm hurt by their actions. Perhaps it's good that I'm moving away.

The popcorn ripple

A few posts down I have a link to the popcorn ripple I'm working. Blogger apparently added some screwy code when I posted the link so it doesn't work. For some reason I can't repair the link either. So here's the correct link for those that want it:

Popcorn Ripple from the Craft Yarn Council of America

It's official!

We have a place to rent!!!!!!!! WAHOO!!!!!!!!!!!

If you want to see pictures, you can drop me an email and I'll point you to the site. :)

It's ours as of 10/15, so we have much to do between now and then.

Pray for us!

Restoring my faith in mankind

Hook News:
Finding myself projectless I was tempted to rip into a packed box to find yarn and a pattern. What sanity I have left prevailed and I opted to work on that 2-year old WIP. The problem was that I had already packed the pattern. A quick search of my HD revealed a stashed copy. I also found it on the web, so if anyone is looking for a lucious ripple pattern, this might be what you want.

Popcorn Ripple from the Craft Yarn Council of America

Book news:
I just finished reading “Shadowfall” by James Clemens (aka: James Rollins). Figured I'd share my impression with you:

First, I've never read a book quite like this before. I guess the closest would be Jim's other books like “Ice Hunt” and such. I admit that I found it both fascinating and disquieting.

The story was very well told. Jim's skills as an author/story teller become better and better with every book. I liked the characters. All of the good ones, but only some of the evil ones. His descriptions of people and places was wonderful and I could picture things in my mind as I read. I found myself wanting to read faster just to find out what would happen to everyone.

But, for me as a Christian, I found the “gods”, “demons”, and dark side of people and things disquieting. I was uncomfortable enough that several times I put the book down. FWIW, I have the same reaction to parts of “Lord of the Rings”, and even “Harry Potter”.

So, while this was a great book, I don't know if I'll read the 2nd one or not! Only time will tell. :)

Crook News:
Restoring my faith in mankind

Our neighbor, let's call him “G”, is a really nice guy—always willing to lend a neighbor a hand. He was talking to Mr. Retired about our move, and said if we needed to haul anything to the dump to let him know and he'd take it for us.

So Tuesday he came by and he and Mr. Retired emptied out a major section of the garage. We gave “G” our free dump pass and he added some things of his own and off he went. Never asked for money, or a favor in return, just took our stuff with a smile on his face.

Now “G” loves to do woodworking, so when he returned home, Mr. Retired gave him some tools, a sweet deal on his shopsmith and drill press and other wood working stuff.

At 8:30 this morning the doorbell rang and it was “G”. Seems he found a $100 bill in the one old tool box (was my late-fil's toolbox) and he was returning the money. Yup -- he RETURNED the money!

We were both stunned. By rights, “G” could have kept that money and we would not have known; but he felt it was important to do the right thing as an example to his 2 boys ... so he returned the money.

Sometimes good things do come to those who wait. :)

More good things:
Our rental agent called tonight. We may have a home to rent. We will know more tomorrow.

“Praise ye the LORD. Praise the LORD, O my soul. While I live will I praise the LORD: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.”—Psalms 146:1,2

I think I'll sleep very well tonight—even if I do ache from head to toe.

Joyfully learning as I go

Hook News:

Yesterday I put my Brittany hooks up on eBay. A gal bought them using the "Buy Now" button, then sends me an email telling me she will be sending check. I explain no checks. She eventually says okay to money order (which is what the auction said in the first place), but son can't buy it until this next Friday. This means if I accept her payment will be later than stated on the auction. I hate to be mean, and she has an excellent rating at eBay--but I don't like to be taken advantage of either. Not sure what I'll do.

I did learn to put the NO checks and such in big, bold letters -- not that I think this will help some people. LOL!

Today in my continuing getting older celebration, I put my LeeWards Steel Hooks up on eBay. If you are interested, just click the link and it should take you to the auction. :-)

Crook News:
My flowers from Mr. Retired still smell wonderful. What a treat!

Dinner at Tony Roma's last night was fantastic last night! Great food, great service and a great dinner companion. hehehe

One phone call yesterday -- not from family -- from our realtor. The buyer has accepted the pest inspection and removed their contingency, so the deal goes forward. We now have 6 wks and 3 days to pack. EEK! There may not be many more updates here for a bit!

All in all, being a year older isn't so bad.

For His anger is but for a moment,
His favor is for a lifetime;
Weeping may last for the night,
But a shout of joy comes in the morning.

(emphasis mine)

I hope you find JOY in each morning.

Hooks and more hooks

Hook News:

I stopped at Michael's today, hoping against hope that they would have a copy of "Ripple Afghans for the Family", but alas - they did not. I don't know why I even stop there. I can spend hours in any Michael's and come out empty handed. I did find a copy online at Herrschner's and in an eBay store - but the shipping is crazy for one small leaflet. Oh for a really great craft store.

Today to celebrate getting older, I put my Brittany Hooks up on eBay. :-)



















Crook News:
Today was so GREAT!

Mr. Retired bought me a beautiful bunch of fresh flowers - the house smells wonderful.

Plus he gave me my copy of "Map of Bones". It will be hard to wait to read it, but I need to finish "Shadowfall" first.

Plus he gave me 2 cards - one still has me crying. The other made me laugh.

My lifetime girl-friend, best bud sent me a FUNNY card. She kids me because I'm 14 days older than her. hehehe

My Aunt and Uncle sent me a lovely card and moo-laa to spend as I wish. hehehe

Mr. Retired took me out for crepes for breakfast - Yummy!

Later we will go to Tony Roma's for ribs. We aren't inviting the "local family" -- we don't have the money to spend for all of them. I honestly don't expect any of them to call (no card from any of them either).

BUT - today was GREAT because I spent it with my sweetheart. :) :) :) :) :)

Reaching a pinnacle

Hook News
Earlier this week I started a Lacy Shell Ripple ghan (“Ripples by Design”, leaflet 2905). I've been looking forward to working this pattern for several years, and I've had the yarn set aside for the past 2 years. What a disappointment. I reworked the first row twice and still had one chain left over, the directions do not make sense to me, and I'm not pleased with the way it looks at all. Now I'm hunting for an interesting ripple ghan to make with my yarn.

In the process of searching the web, I stumbled across a leaflet from LA (“Ripple Afghans for the Family”, LA 3711) and I'm in love with the ghan on the cover. It's now on my “buy when I get moved” list. It's becoming a very long list. LOL!

Crook News
Yesterday was a pinnacle. One of those days you work towards, ofttimes struggle to reach, and once there you rejoice in reaching the top. Usually you find that the ride down the other side of the pinnacle is smooth and graceful, leaving you with a sense of accomplishment and happiness; and spurring you on to your next pinnacle.

We had worked hard to reach yesterday's pinnacle, and were looking forward to the joyous ride down the other side. Sadly the top was anything but satisfying—in fact it was very frustrating—and that made the ride down anything but smooth.

The day after we returned from our house hunting/vacation on the 10th, we made an appointment for a non-profit to pick up many items that we had decided not to take when we move. Everything was useable and in good shape, although a few things were dusty from being in the garage for several years. When I made the appt., I had discussed with the lady what would be in the pick-up and she said it was all okay, but subject to the drivers final decision. No problem as far as we were concerned as we weren't putting out any junk.

So for 14 days we worked hard, with no major breaks. We'd collapse into bed at night totally exhausted; but we were working towards our goal of leaving this area for our dream retirement home, so it was all going to be worth it.

Yesterday we arose with the sun, and started moving all the items out into the driveway. It took us over 1 ½ hours, but when done we were pleased. To us it was a visual indicator of our hard labors. Several hours later, we discovered that a driver with an attitude cared not for our labors.

His first comment to Mr. Retired was, “We don't take things that aren't in a box.” Huh? Okay, so we taped some boxes together and put the bagged items into boxes. Then the driver started picking through the boxes. “Nope. Nope. Nope.” On and on it went until at least 1/3 of what we'd put out was rejected for one reason or another—not all of which made sense. I won't bore you with all the details, but here's my favorite: he wouldn't take the lids to the plastic tubs because they looked like junk, but he took the tubs. LOL!

After the truck was gone, I helped Mr. Retired move all the rejects back in the garage. Then I came in and placed a note to the local freecyclers and all the rejects are now gone to new homes. Go figure.

The balance of the day was tough. I felt as though I'd been crushed. I'm sure it was simply physical exhaustion mixed with the emotional drain of everything. I finally had to stop and relax in order to regroup. As I sat in my chair, with ice on my knee, I opened my Bible and was reading in Psalms:

“The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way.”—Psalms 37:23, KJV.

I stopped and read the passage again, and my brain kicked in and I realized that even though our day had not gone the way we wanted, and the ride down the pinnacle wasn't graceful nor fun, it was all according to God's plan for our life and I should simply delight in what took place. I admit my list of “I'm sorry, Lord” was pretty long yesterday, but I slept well last night and today it all looked so very different. I'm climbing up the next mountain, reaching for that next pinnacle and looking forward to all the God has in store. I hope that you are able to delight in the way that God moves you.

Graceful things

Hook News:
Finished!

The baby afghan is done. I'm pleased with the edging—guess I should be since I had to work it 3 times. LOL. For a full view ... click that link.

Crook news:
My reading list took a slight turn the other day when our copy of "Shadowfall" by James Clemens (aka: James Rollins) arrived at the library. This is the first in the Godslayer series and is very good—although a bit complicated. I have to ready quickly as I can only keep the book for 2 wks, with no renewals.

Speaking of books, I stopped at my favorite used book store the other day and was able to pick up "Beyond Suspicion" by James Grippando. This is the second in the Swyteck series. I also picked up copies of "2nd Chance" and "3rd Degree" from James Patterson. I'm in for some sweet reading the next few months.

Geeky stuff:
I've been a Mac aficionado since 1991. I swore nothing would move me from my Mac. Now something has—Linux and open source. We used a laptop loaded with Linux on our recent travels and it was totally sweet. I'm considering reformatting my second drive on this computer and installing Linux. In my not so spare time, I'm searching for good open source html software, so that I can update our site once we reach Oregon. It would be totally cool to find something that cross platforms so that when I go back to using my Mac I can continue updating the site using the same software.

The house takes shape:
Well the lot is showing signs of life anyhow. Our realtor sent us pics of the foundation. I've put them up if you are curious. They may take a bit to load, so be patient.

Picture 1
Picture 2

I've also added the floor plan, and the drawing of the front of the house. Please note that any all oddities like specks or lines where they shouldn't be, or the jpg being tilted is my error when I scanned and then tweaked in photoshop—no fault lies with our contractor.

Renting
We may have found a place to rent. We'll know more by weeks end. If none of these pan out, then they weren't meant to be.

Finally ...

Grace be with you all. Amen.—Hebrews 13:25

Water, water, water

Cat news:
BC still won't have anything to do with the travel carrier, but he is enamored with running water.

Abby is ready!

Yesterday we purchased the travel carriers for the cats. So far, BC has shunned both of them as though they were some kind of contagious disease. LOL! Abby, however, has chosen hers and thinks it's okay.

Showing Respect

Note: you'll have to forgive the quality of the pics as my camera doesn't do well in dusk or night time lighting, plus two of the pics were taken as we drove past.

Last night Mr. Retired and I went out to dinner and found ourselves on the outskirts of a demonstration. A mini one by comparison to what takes place in many cities, but a demonstration none the less. I've been on the outskirts of several demonstrations over the years. I was in Chicago during the anti-war march that resulted in the "Chicago Seven" trial. Now that was flat out scary! I've been close to labor union demonstrations in both Chicago and San Francisco. I've been in San Francisco during various political demonstrations, and none of them were really fun experiences; so to stumble upon a demonstration in my town was more than a bit unnerving.

What prompted the demonstration?
This town is home to the woman sitting outside President Bush's ranch. While I don't agree with her stand, I'm thankful that I live in a country where she has the right to protest and not be thrown in jail. I'm thankful that I live in a country where those who support her, as well as those who oppose her, are allowed to stand on the sidewalks with flags and signs and express their viewpoints. I'm thankful I live in a town where the reaction was peaceful. No fights, no violence, just quiet discussions, lots of horn honking, and lots of flag waving.

One local paper said 250 people attended. I'd guess that 2/3 of those where the pro-Bush/pro-military supporters. They lined both sides of the street in front of city hall and the Veteran's Memorial--a fitting place for them to stand, in my opinion. In the 30 min. I was there all the horn honking and support was for the pro-Bush/pro-military supporters--also very fitting considering we are home to many of the personnel stationed at Travis AFB.

No matter how many were there on either side, it still stirred my heart to see the flag held high, to see folks showing respect to each other, and to see people willing to stand and show the rest of the city where they stand and what they believe. God bless them all!

Something lovely to view

This ...

(you can click for a larger image)

is what we see out our front windows. Charming, isn't it? In 3 days it has traveled from the street to the sidewalk, to the bushes and now in front of our neighbors fence. The local Big Lots store has been called--to no avail.

Wonder how long it will stay? Will it still be here when we move? Will it rust in the winter rain? Will it eventually become home to trash bags and clutter? Let's hope not.

It has begun!

Crook News—this is too big to save for last.
Note from our realtor, sent Tuesday, 8/16:

Tim has cleared the lot and they chaulked the foundation out today.

Whoo-Hoo! It has begun! I so wish we were there to watch, but we'll be there soon enough. :)

Hook News:
Edging frogged and restarted. Since I'm starting from the beginning, I changed it. I like the change better than what I had, so there was a reason I messed up. ;-) (see below)

My hooks are no longer a dilemma. The Susan Bates (from 1974) I use all the time (both yarn and thread), as well as my Rosewood hooks will travel with me. The balance of my collection I will entrust to the movers.

Crook news continued:
The hall closet is cleaned out. Well, my portion is. LOL! With the exception of 4 jackets, the rest of the stuff crammed in there is Mr. Retired's. HA! It will take him a month of Sunday's to be able to part with those jackets and such.

A Purpose for Everything:

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:...
a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;”—Ecclesiastes 3:1,7, KJV.

Emphasis is mine. As I frogged and redid the edging on my blanket, these verses went through my head. If you read all of Ecclesiastes 3, you'll find there is much more depth to God's Word than I'm sharing here. Maybe you'll find comfort in knowing there is always a reason for what takes place in your life. I often find I don't see the reasons, but I can find peace in knowing that God knows the reason, and He is in control. I hope He is in control of your life.

The hook dilemma

Hook news:
HA! I really should know better than to crochet when I'm tired. Last night I was on the end of the 3rd side of 2nd round of the edging (are you still with me? hehehe), when I found a mistake on the first round! *groan * So tonight, if I'm alert, I have to frog all the way back ... and if I'm going to frog that far, I might as well go back to that first mistake that I already knew about, and fix the whole darn thing. Guess this won't be in the mail on Thursday. Oh well.

This morning I was working on packing more crochet stuff—gads I was sure I'd given most of this away! I must have had more “stuff” than I realized. Har Har Har! Now I'm fixing a plastic tub of “go away from me” crochet stuff. LOL! I'll offer this tub to freecycle.

I've set aside 2 projects I want to work on after we move. Those I'll mail to myself so that they are in Oregon, and not in storage. My hooks are a dilemma for me, though. Do I find a place to put them in my luggage, thus possibly leaving something else behind? Do I mail them and risk their being lost? Do I store them and risk them being damaged? What to do, what to do.

Crook news:
Today I was shredding all the junk mail. I am careful to make sure there isn't anything metal, no staples, etc ... but I guess I wasn't careful enough because there was certainly something in the one car ad. You know the ad:

You've been chosen out of everyone in your town for a really special deal!

Yeah right! Well, whatever was stuck in that advertisement is now jammed in the top of my shredder. In trying to remove it using reverse, I managed to dent the top of the shredder, 2 of the blades are busted and now if I plug it in, it runs and runs—really fast—and within a few seconds the motor smells like it's burning up. It's now in the trash and we'll have to buy another shredder – and leave it behind no less!

Joyce and Ethel
I've been pondering how to transport “Joyce” and “Ethel”. “Joyce” was my mom's houseplant and by some miracle it survived while I cleaned out her house, so I brought it home and named it “Joyce” after my mom. It's taken almost 5 years for her to really grow big and healthy. Now she needs some pruning. I refuse to leave her behind—even if it means she rides the 12 hours to Oregon wedged between my feet on the front seat of the car.

“Ethel” is an ivy plant - I forget what kind, but it's an indoor ivy with the tiny little leaves. Really pretty. She's another miracle (since I kill everything that I come in contact with), and I'd like to take her as well ... but since she's only a year old and there isn't this emotional bond, I'd give her to someone around here if need be.

Mover!
We have one! Praise God! No problem with them storing our things if we can't find a rental until right away. Plus, they are one of the few military approved movers in our area, and with Travis AFB just 11 miles away, that's a good recommendation all on it's own. Now we just need that rental unit in Oregon.

A Symphony of Praise

Hook News
Yes, there is crochet news at long last. LOL! Last night I actually picked up my hook and started working on the edging to the baby afghan I'm working on. I was concerned that after 13 days away, my tension would be wacky, but it's not and all is well. I have a mistake in the beginning of the second round—but I'm not gonna fix it. After all, only God is perfect. :)

Crook News
Friday I packed up all my books. I think that was harder then sorting through them and giving away so many of them. But it's done. On my book shelf now are 2 books for my sister-in-law, and the 5 books I hope to read over the next few months. I'm probably being too ambitious in my reading selections, but I can always pack up the few that are left and take them with me.

Yesterday Mr. Retired and I packed up our biblical library. We have tons of study books and such, and since we've read them they now need a new home. We posted at note on the local freecycle list and were contacted by the wife of one of the “Growth Group” leaders at a nearby church. She is coming tomorrow to take all the study books, tapes and song books for her church to use. It is nice to know they are going to a church that holds to the same doctrinal beliefs that we do. :)

Today I'm working on packing all my quilting stuff. I've got almost all of it corralled in one place. It will be nice once we are in our new home and I have a room for my things again. No more storing here and there. My serger is packed and ready to go to storage until we get into our house; but my sewing machine will hopefully travel with us to our rental home.

A Symphony of Praise

“Rejoice in the LORD, O ye righteous: for praise is comely for the upright. Praise the LORD with harp: sing unto him with the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings. Sing unto him a new song; play skilfully with a loud noise.”—Psalms 33:1-3, KJV.

While I type this, I'm sitting here listening to “Symphony of Praise, Volume 2”. A wonderful CD of music that blends classical music with hymns and always leaves my heart happy. My favorite piece from this CD is “Because He Lives with 1812 Overture by Tschaikowsky”. You can hear an MP3 sample here.

I also own volume 1 of this series, as well as the two “Hymnworks” CD's. They all feature Linda McKechnie on the piano. Truly a talented lady, blessed by God in so many ways. Someday I'd like to own all her CD's. You can check out her website for more information and news.

Once they were lost

But now they are found!
Today I decided to clean the bottom book shelf in the computer room and either toss or pack the stuff that was there. There were 2 paper grocery bags in front of the shelf unit, both filled with give away items. I moved the bags and there sitting on it's side was my fudge pan. It was in a box of things I'd gone through a few weeks back and I guess it slipped behind the bags without my noticing it. Anyhow, I picked it up and *gasp* there -- right there inside the fudge pan -- was my missing NT and my travel Bible. Oh joy!!!!!!!!

They are both now back in my night stand where I know they are safe and sound. Come time to move, they are going in the luggage -- with me. :)

I'm sure there's a lesson in here somewhere, but since I'm not seeing it -- I think I'm going to repeat it until I learn. LOL!

What one starts, one should finish; or...

Fuelish me.
Wednesday was the last day of our trip. Woke up to fog, fog, fog. Wonderful. :) Went to a lovely pancake place in Brookings for breakfast and couldn't find a parking spot. That's always a good sign, and we weren't disappointed—had a great breakfast, in fact it was the best of the trip.

Our drive down from Brookings was wonderful. Temps in the mid-60's, and fog mingled with moments of sunshine. Totally grand! There were spots where the fog was literally shooting UP the side of the coastal mountain and climbing up to the sky. Other places where it was wafting across the road like big puffs of smoke.

Eventually we reached the Oregon/California border and the dredded “Inspection Station”! Not to worry, no plants, no fruit ... and no inspection! The Inspector was too busy standing over on the side chatting with another state employee—ah yes, my tax dollars at work. Whatever. LOL!

I admit to shedding a few tears as we crossed the border. I so wanted to go back to Waldport. *sigh, sigh, sigh* Well, nothing to be done about it other than be a good girl and come back here to “Heatsville” and pack.

We caught Hwy. 299 in McKinleyville, and traveled across to I-5. Some beautiful sights, and boy was it HOT! We got caught in 4 road repair traffic jams, but none of them were very long.

We had a late lunch (3:15pm) in Weaverville at a little “mom and pop” type diner. Food was great, even if it was 104 outside!

After reaching I-5, we gassed up in Red Bluff. Now here's where it gets fuelish. You see, Mr. Retired started the process, but I finished it so he could wash the front window. Problem is, I apparently had left my marbles in Oregon and I did something FOOLISH. I failed to put the gas cap back in place. So off we go, we hear this “clunk”, and wonder what it is. About 300 ft down the on ramp, I realize what it is! We stop, I check and ... yup ... cap is gone.

Mr. Retired backs up, scraps car on one of those plastic reflectors on the side of the road. He stops car and walks back to get gas cap. No cap. :( No choice but to head for our house and hope for the best. Only thing is we wasted almost an hour, so it was fairly late when we got to our house. It was still quite hot when we got here too.

When we come in the house, the cats are upset. They have no water, and the house reaks of dirty litter. Apparently our housesitter scooped out the litter pans, but never changed them. Well, in 10 days those babies were starting to walk. ;-) We spent time loving the kitties, we fed and watered them, cleaned the litter pans and showered.

I also had to take the time to call our one credit card company. We managed to misplace Mr. Retired's piece of plastic. Luckily, no charges on the acct. The company cancelled and is sending us new cards. Of course, late yesterday I finally found the errant card ... but by then it was too late. Oh well. ;-)

Tried to stay up and catch the 11pm news, but I was too tired. I hit the bed and thought, “Gads, this is harder than the floor.” LOL! We've always slept on a very firm mattress, but we got spoiled on our vacation and now we want a softer mattress. Guess we'll have to break down and buy a topper to use until we move. ;-)

Anyhow, that's the trip home, and now you know how fuelish (or foolish) I can be. LOL!

Fizzling Out

The drive down the Oregon coast was wonderful. We saw tons of sights that we can't wait to go back and explore. Scenery was breathtaking and traffic was light.

Driving through Florence reaffirmed to us that it was NOT the place for us--to big townish, and reminded us too much of where we currently live. Port Orford was darling, but too warm for us. North Bend and Coos Bay were depressing. Gold Beach looked interesting, and we will probably explore there some day. One thing we noticed was the difference in scenery. The southern coast of Oregon is very similar to the California coast. The pine trees are less prevelant, the hills are brown and dry, the air is not as fresh and cool. It was sad, very sad. Made worse because we have left our hearts in Waldport.

Eventually we got to Brookings. The entire town is ... well, it's like being in a California prison town. I felt like someone had pulled the plug and all the air was leaving my balloon. It was worse when we got to our motel. Somehow I messed up and we aren't in the newer Best Western on the ocean, we are in the older one that is inland. The room is non-smoking, but right next door are all the smoking rooms. Our neighbor opened his window and door and sat there and smoked. We wound up closing our window and letting the room get stuffy in order to breath. I did lodge a complaint, but every room is taken. Not to worry ... I will let Best Western and AAA know my feelings. *wink*

After Mr. Retired had a short nap, we went down to the ocean front to look around *sigh, sigh* and have dinner. Went to the "best" seafood place in town. Honestly, it's not even the level of Red Lobster. The salad dressing was watery and from a bottle, the tartar and cocktail sauce was from a bottle and the clams .. I doubt they were fresh. I felt like I was back in the valley eating "fresh frozen" from the east coast stuff. Gads! Eight days in heaven on earth and I'm so spoiled! LOL!

Now ... don't want you to think the whole day has been a fizzly bust, because it hasn't. After supper we went down to the beach and walked around looking for shells. (Do you realize I am going back to California without ONE shell!?) Anyhow, no shells but a nice smooth pebble that washed up in a wave ... and I finally ... FINALLY ... got to take off my shoes and wade in the ocean!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :))))) My socks are probably ruined as they got soaked by a large wave before I could pull them off. hahaha My pants will dry and I will have to vacuum out the car when we return home -- but it was worth it. *huge grins*

Food for the body, food for the soul
Twice today I was reminded of "manna from heaven". This morning the folks in the room above ours were dropping seeds to the birds, and the birds were down below on our porch waiting for it fall ... just like manna from heaven.

"Our fathers did eat manna in the desert; as it is written, He gave them bread from heaven to eat."--John 6:31

The second time was when we stopped for coffee at the "Station Restaurant" in Bandon. The place was packed and we had to wait for a table. As I stood in the entryway, I was looking over the rack of freebie stuff, and there at the top I saw copies of "Our Daily Bread". I thought it was interesting that this restaurant served food for the body and food for the soul.

"And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst."--John 6:31

I haven't read this devotional in several years, so I picked up a copy. After all, my soul needs to be feed with the living manna. What are you feeding your soul?