"Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the heart knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession the saints according to the will of God. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose." -- Romans 8:26, 27, 28
This is one of those wishy-washy days. You wishy the sun would stay out so your washy would dry. Is that a horrible groaner or what? But the sun does keep playing hide and seek. It drives my feel good barometer wild, it's so up and down. I just want to go curl up with a good book and hot coffee until it settles.
I seriously have no motivation on this Wednesday as I write. We've had three days of clouds, and we do need those days. We also had some much needed rain. But my energy just depletes on extended cloudy days. Or could it be that I'm just lazy?
This past Monday afternoon, it did clear off some and was relatively mild, so I cleaned some windows. They were seriously horrible. I figured I could grow sprouts in the window sills! It wasn't quite that bad, but it was bad. I didn't get the bedroom windows done.
Maybe next week we'll have some mild weather that I can get those done and maybe wash the curtains.
I have some serious cleaning to do before Thanksgiving. Anyway I'd like to get it done. Our granddaughter Mary Lorene and her new hubby might sleep here the night before Thanksgiving.
We are having our family Christmas early this year. It seems so often we can't get together until January or even February.
Mikel and Mary Lorene Yutzy will fly from New York to St. Louis airport on Wednesday. They will need someone to bring them to Arthur. I am hoping it will work out that we can go along.
I don't know for sure if they will stay at our house or not. We don't have the greatest accommodations, but maybe they could make do for one night.
We will have our festivities at daughter Rachel Lloyd Yoder's.
I think it would be fun if our daughter Cindy and Freeman and their family of Dale, IL would come for the night, too. That would be ten more people. We could just sleep scattered all over the floor.
I'm not sure I like having our gathering so early. Husband Erwin's side of the family will also have our Christmas the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Some of the siblings go to Florida right after Thanksgiving.
So what will we do the rest of the holiday season? Maybe we could help serve at a soup kitchen somewhere. Now that would be interesting!
A few more tidbits about our New York trip. I believe it was on the way up we went on a toll road. Granddaughter Sherilyn made a comment about the "troll" booths we went through. I thought to myself, so that's where trolls live. I thought they lived under bridges. Must be they've "come up" in the world!
Grandson Lucas was asleep and woke up as we were going through one and asked if we were in a "parking" jam!
So now that is all history, we've no more weddings to attend in the foreseeable future, so I guess it's back to the normal routine.
So far, I've just kind of been messing around, doing little odd jobs here and there. But I'd best buckle down and get Mary Lorene's quilt done so she can take it home, I've got the frame out and put together. I only hope I can remember the proper way to put the quilt in. I actually had visions of getting that done last week, but too many things kept popping up.
This past Saturday we were at brother Melvin Otto's sale of excess stuff. I actually was only there for lunch as I had to clean first. Sister Cora took Erwin. We stayed a little past lunch. My shoulder started hurting. I could feel it was a R.A. flare-up. I almost didn't make it home on the bike. The pain made me nauseous and that made me feel faint. I got home, crashed on the recliner and cried. After liniment, Motrin, a hot water bottle and several hours, it relieved enough that I quit crying and made supper. But I could not make the bars I was supposed to, to take for coffee break on Monday.
We ladies had coffee break with neighbor Marcia Schrock. It was a belated birthday and also thinking of you. It's been three years now that she lost her husband in a fatal bike accident.
In closing: The words we speak, the songs we sing, the doctrines that we teach... will have their greatest meaning when we practice what we preach.
It's still pumpkin season, so maybe we should have some cobbler.
1/3 cup butter
Melt butter in a nine-inch x 13-inch cake pan.
1 cup flour
2 eggs, beaten
3 cups pumpkin
3/4 cup sugar
2 Tbsp. flour
1/2 Tsp. cinnamon
1/2 Tsp. nutmeg
Mix filling in order given and pour over batter. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. Serve warm with milk or cold with whipped topping. Or with ice crean, warm or cold.