"All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned everyone to his own way; and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all, He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he opened not his mouth."  -- Isaiah 53:6, 7

Ah, me -- late Tuesday afternoon, cloudy again. Maybe it will rain yet. We do need rain. My flowers are so sadly neglected. I sure hoped it would rain so I don't have to water them. But the sun came out. But now, it is cloudy again. So -- maybe?

It is so typically "fallish," it is warm outside, but if I open the door the breeze is chilly. I seriously think it is warmer outside than inside.

Maybe I could sit out by the picnic table to do my writing, you think?

The neighbors have chopped their corn for silage, so that empty field makes it really seem like fall is here. At least now I can watch their chickens go up and down their ramp in their chicken house again.

I know, I know, I wasn't going to moan about the coming winter, but I can't help it, I dread it! It seems each year is worse. I guess each year I am older, and yet, I have always survived!

My schedule right now is so unscheduled. I wonder if I will ever get into a decent routine again. By the looks of my September calendar, it won't be anytime soon.

Right now, I am once again recuperating from surgery. It was just a minor repair jobby. Nevertheless, I have a recovery period. At least only two weeks. Maybe. So I am stuck at home, which is not all bad. I sure could get used to it, hubby going to work in a van, someone else bringing him home.

But I know how inconvenient it is for him, so I am anxious to get back on the job.

Another thing, my mind is not programmed to think ahead for buying groceries and pills from the Health Food Store. I just go day to day because I am there every day, usually. So, yeah, I'll be glad to get back. And feel good again!

It's not been too bad so far. I certainly appreciate the girls helping. I know they also have a lot to do. I felt bad that they had to can my peaches on Friday. Seriously, Friday is not a good day to have to do canning. But the peaches came in and they had to be done. Rachel, Jane, granddaughters Cynthia and Julia did two bushels Cling peaches for us. Jane and Julia then cleaned the house while the last of the peaches finished cooking. Rachel and Cynthia shared a bushel and made pie filling. Good eating this winter!

This past Saturday Lloyd, Rachel, Galen and Lynetta went to the Broom Corn Festival to give pony rides. What I didn't know was that they took their puppies along to sell them. They are Rat Terriers and so adorable. Granddaughter Kaitlyn so loves them! Whenever she is at our house, she comes to me with her sparkly eyes and asks if she can have a puppy. Who can resist?

Anyway the mom dog, Skyler, is such a good mom! I heard her crying Saturday morning. Then she would come to our door, sit there and cry. I guess she figured we had them, since sometimes there is one here.

Anyway, I soon figured out what took place. She cried off and on. It broke my heart. Even Sunday, she would stand by the horse trailer and cry. She knew they left in that. And yes, they sold all of them.

By now, I guess she's over it. They let Elijah, their miniature Dachshund out of his pen, so he keeps her company. He's such a funny dog.

Well, our plans are underway for our New York trip. Of course, Niagara Falls seems to be the highlight. We plan to take that in Saturday after the wedding.

The children had literature on the Falls. Who knew there would be so much to do and see. No way can we do it all in one day. We want to go over to the Canadian side to see the lights. The kids figure this is a chance of a lifetime and want to make the most of it. And I don't blame them. I just hope we oldies can keep up! It looks a bit overwhelming!

Until then I have a bunch of work to do. My dress for the wedding isn't sewed yet. And the quilt, I'm so afraid it won't get finished. It makes me feel so bad. But I probably feel worse about it than granddaughter Mary Loren does. She has too many other things to think about.

In closing: A man may go to heaven without health, without wealth, without fame, without a great name, without learning, without culture, without friends, without ten thousand other things. But he can never go to heaven without Christ.

Maybe it's a little early for soup, but this chilly evenings have put me in the soup mode.

Baked Potato Soup

2/3 cup flour

2/3 cup butter

7 cups milk

4 large baked potatoes, cubed or boiled, peeled and cubed

4 green onions, chopped

1 1/4 cups shredded cheese or use Velveeta

1 cup sour cream

12 strips bacon, fried and crumbled

Salt and pepper to taste

Melt butter; stir in flour. Heat and stir until smooth. Gradually add milk, stirring until smooth. Add potatoes and onions and bring to a boil. Simmer 10 minutes. Add rest of ingredients. Stir until cheese is melted. Serve immediately. Serves 8-10.

Millie Otto of Arthur is a member of the Old Order Amish. Contact her by writing to 1584 CR 2000N, Arthur, IL 61911.


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