"And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them unto heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us."  -- Luke 2:13, 14, 15

Late Wednesday afternoon and it is really nice. Sunny, but the wind is a bit chilly. I can easily get along with this kind of weather, but we do need clouds cold and rain. And sure, snow, too. Only we don't need it on the road, do we?

And the good news is, tomorrow, Thursday, is the shortest day. Yay! From then on, gradually, we'll see more daylight hours. Yay!

But what wasn't good news is this morning granddaughter Deniece comes to the door, white as a ghost, and said that her mom fell and now she can't remember anything. Oh my! I started running up there, then stopped, called sis Cora. What should I do? Take her to the ER! I called sis Barb and same as ordered her to get here ASAP! Deniece called her dad at work. Barb decided and I fully agreed, we need the ambulance. She did the calling and directing. Meanwhile Rachel is very disoriented. She had their little doggie Dachshund Justice on her lap. Justice was doing her best to comfort Rachel. Well, lots of hand wringing and little details (and praying!) later, Lloyd made it home in time to go with the ambulance. Barb and I go find Cynthia. She was actually on her way to Rachel's house, but first had an appointment with J. Mark Schrock. We found her there, told her what's going on. She said she'd just go stay with Deniece. Barb and I went on to Decatur.

When we got there Rachel still hadn't been called back. We waited awhile, then Lloyd decided we may as well just go on home. Rachel was starting to feel better except for a really bad head ache. She was being more rational.

At this writing Wednesday afternoon, we are still waiting to hear from them.

Poor little doggie Justice, when they wheeled Rachel out the door on the gurney and closed the door, Justice sat on the inside and cried for a while.

The other day Rachel came over to use the copy machine. She brought Justice with her. That little doggie was into everything! That was when I found out that I am a grandmother to a doggie! Rachel said she doesn't act like that at home, just when she's at grandma's house! She even doggie-dooed on the carpet! And chewed up a really funny comic I was going to pass on to the kids.

This is now quite a bit later in the afternoon and I just found out that Rachel is coming home. She does have a concussion.

We're not sure now how she fell. We are thinking maybe she fell kind of on the side instead of on the back of her head.

My day suddenly went haywire. My brain is numb and my mind blank. Maybe I need a jolt like I got the other day.

I was taking trash over to Lloyd's to put in the dumpster and I also wanted to put some papers in their phone shanty. I was miles away in another world when I got near the dumpster, the lid rattled and WHOOSH! There goes a gray furball. That cat was doing 90 mph before it hit the ground ten feet away. Well, that's a stretch, I guess. I don't know which of us was scared the most!

In closing: May the Joy of the Christmas season linger in your heart throughout the New Year.

Maybe you could try this snack for your New Year's eve party.

Spicy Cashews

2 cans (10 oz. each) salted cashews

3 Tbsp. butter

1 Tbsp. vegetable oil

1/2 Tsp. salt

1/2 Tsp. chili powder

1/4 to 1/2 Tsp. crushed red pepper flakes

In a large skillet, saute cashews in butter and oil for 4-5 minutes or until golden brown. Spread on paper towel lined baking sheet; let stand for 2-3 minutes. Transfer to a large bowl. Sprinkle with salt, chili powder and pepper flakes; toss to coat. Store in air-tight container.

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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