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!
3 comments:
I loved your fudge story. It reminded me of the peanut butter fudge dad used to make. He'd worked for some fudge makers in WA at one time and he made a much smaller version of their fudge.
No great ceremony, except that it was always great to be around when he was testing for the soft ball. 'Cause guess who got to slurp up the ones that weren't quite ready yet.
No special pan, as I remember, he just used a round cake pan. When I inherited mom's stainless steel square cake pan, it became my official peanut butter fudge pan. But that pan's gone in one of the garage sales that helped to get us here.
But I still know how to make fudge!
Glad you found your Bibles. I didn't take my small travel Bible with me; took my large print (sad, but it's necessary) one and then bought 2 new ones while I was in the US.
Oh, I loved slurping up those "softballs". Someday perhaps we'll be close enough we can swap a batch of fudge. Yumm!
Yes, I do better with the larger print, but there wasn't room in the suitcase so I wanted one of my smaller ones.
Shall we discuss how many Bibles each of us has? ROFL!
Take care, RG!
No fair countng Bibles. I gave about 5 to our pastor in BC before we came here. I used to pick up uncommon translations in the thrift store: Weymouth, An American Translation ( I think that's what it was called... but it was by some guys from Toronto. Go figger.)
Post a Comment