This morning my mom and I went out at the crack of dawn (8am) to search for hidden treasure in garage sales around town. It was the first time we'd gone in Moscow, and I must say we collected a veritable wealth of treasures. Adorable baby gift bags for 25 cents each, a fabulous home-decor book for mom, red curtains for my bay window, and a much-needed jewelry box. I even found a nice brand new puzzle for Joel for 25 cents. But I have not mentioned our biggest find. Deep in the recesses of one garage my mother discovered the summum bonum of all garage sale finds: an old 800 series Bernina for 75 dollars. 75 dollars! Obviously these people didn't know what they had, and mom and I took great pains not to divulge this information. This is the second time my bargain-finding expert of a mother has made such a find. A few months ago she came across a fabulous old Elna, a quilter's dream, in Goodwill for 30 dollars. Having bequeathed this one to Kate, she was on the lookout for a good sewing machine for me next. It's amazing what you can find at garage sales. Now I REALLY have to get started on that quilt for our entryway.
I have to wax dramatic over such a fantastic find.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Hard Providence
We found out on Saturday that our cute kitten Whiskey has leukemia. She had been throwing up every day for a good long time, and so we knew something had to be wrong. The vets really have no time-frame for how long she'll live, it could be 2 years or 8. Right now there is a very small chance that she could develop an immunity to it. We've been praying in that direction.
It's strange to me how quickly you can become attached to an animal; we've only had Whiskey for 9-10 months, but I cried a good deal when I heard the news. Part of what makes me so sad is that she's not allowed to go outside anymore because she could infect other cats. She had gotten so used to being let outside all the time. So I've been praying that she wouldn't be constantly begging to go outside because it makes me so sad to have to say no. And God, as always, has been good and she really doesn't meow to go outside as much as she used to.
Having a cat also has made me think more about pets on the new earth. It seems strange to think that God would give us pets to love now, and then when he re-makes this earth those same pets wouldn't be there to entertain us. God gives out so many bountiful blessings, I imagine restoring our pets to us will be one of them. So when I'm sad that Whiskey can't go outside, I imagine being on this glorified earth in the next life, watching her pounce at imaginary shadows in the tall grass, and laughing as she wriggles around on her back in the shade.
God really blessed humans with pets. They keep us company, make us laugh, and are ever so huggable.
It's strange to me how quickly you can become attached to an animal; we've only had Whiskey for 9-10 months, but I cried a good deal when I heard the news. Part of what makes me so sad is that she's not allowed to go outside anymore because she could infect other cats. She had gotten so used to being let outside all the time. So I've been praying that she wouldn't be constantly begging to go outside because it makes me so sad to have to say no. And God, as always, has been good and she really doesn't meow to go outside as much as she used to.
Having a cat also has made me think more about pets on the new earth. It seems strange to think that God would give us pets to love now, and then when he re-makes this earth those same pets wouldn't be there to entertain us. God gives out so many bountiful blessings, I imagine restoring our pets to us will be one of them. So when I'm sad that Whiskey can't go outside, I imagine being on this glorified earth in the next life, watching her pounce at imaginary shadows in the tall grass, and laughing as she wriggles around on her back in the shade.
God really blessed humans with pets. They keep us company, make us laugh, and are ever so huggable.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
More outside projects
After staring rapturously for a while at my beautiful wild rose bush I noticed that it leaned a little. By a little I actually mean that the shoots, which are my height, were bending so far over that they almost touched the ground. This was not aesthetically pleasing. So I bought a trellis and some tape, and ta-da! Now I can claim some credit for something that looks nice in our yard.
This morning I left the house to go grocery shopping and to farmer's market. Joel was having Keith Dimeler over to help him tackle our juniper bush problem. He hinted that they might be going to Moscow Building Supply for some tools. I didn't think much at the time, I probably just nodded. As I drove home a few hours later I passed Keith and Joel in Keith's truck. They looked extremely pleased about something, and I noticed a mass of destroyed juniper branches piled in the truck bed. When I got home I found this in our front yard.
I have to admit I was a little shocked to see two large holes in our yard, not to mention a piece of machinery slightly bigger than what I had envisioned when I heard the word 'tool'. But I was also immensely pleased. Keith and Joel in the space of a few hours had decimated our two gigantic and hideous juniper bushes, roots and all. I'm very thankful for their hard work. Yay for dead junipers! The world was made a prettier and safer place today.
Granted it will be even prettier once we fill those massive holes with grass.
This morning I left the house to go grocery shopping and to farmer's market. Joel was having Keith Dimeler over to help him tackle our juniper bush problem. He hinted that they might be going to Moscow Building Supply for some tools. I didn't think much at the time, I probably just nodded. As I drove home a few hours later I passed Keith and Joel in Keith's truck. They looked extremely pleased about something, and I noticed a mass of destroyed juniper branches piled in the truck bed. When I got home I found this in our front yard.
I have to admit I was a little shocked to see two large holes in our yard, not to mention a piece of machinery slightly bigger than what I had envisioned when I heard the word 'tool'. But I was also immensely pleased. Keith and Joel in the space of a few hours had decimated our two gigantic and hideous juniper bushes, roots and all. I'm very thankful for their hard work. Yay for dead junipers! The world was made a prettier and safer place today.
Granted it will be even prettier once we fill those massive holes with grass.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Go Figure
When I came home from California my laurel bushes and hydrangea and dahlia were still dead. That's fine, really, I wasn't expecting any different from them. But what really gets my goat is that when I walked around to the side of our house I found a fabulous rose bush in full bloom, spouting fushia roses galore. And I didn't even know it was there....
Apparently plants do better when I'm not helping them.
I just noticed that both this post and my last one were pity parties... time to think of something uplifting...
I did make a wonderfully successful batch of chocolate chip scones! And yesterday the Whammers won, 14 to 2. Go Whammers! Wham 'Em! Joel did great, he made a difficult catch which got a lot of cheers from the bleachers.
Oh, and Sunny I will send you pictures from the trip as soon as I find my camera cord. :)
That's all for now!
Apparently plants do better when I'm not helping them.
I just noticed that both this post and my last one were pity parties... time to think of something uplifting...
I did make a wonderfully successful batch of chocolate chip scones! And yesterday the Whammers won, 14 to 2. Go Whammers! Wham 'Em! Joel did great, he made a difficult catch which got a lot of cheers from the bleachers.
Oh, and Sunny I will send you pictures from the trip as soon as I find my camera cord. :)
That's all for now!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)