This 'N That

Today's high temperature was: 56 degrees

Grey and misty

Cold front coming through tomorrow.

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Yes--the cover on my book is an adaptation of my nephew Matthew--who I dedicated the book to.  Susan's youngest son who died of Leukemia just a month shy of his high school graduation.   I asked the illustrator to put MSU on Matt's baseball cap because he had been accepted there.  The illustrator said he would, if he could put HSU on Matt's friend's cap because he had gone to Hobart.

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So strange--the weather that is.  Such huge amounts of snow fall and cold temperatures--where they don't belong, while we were warm and dry with still nice green lawns.  I swear, if this climate change keeps up, we are going to growing oranges and Florida will have ski resorts!!!
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I haven't written a thing in two whole days--busy, busy.

I designed and printed my Christmas cards all day Tuesday--and I mean--ALL DAY!!!  Got them in envelopes and all set to mail--first of next week.  I usually buy the religious themed Christmas stamps, but this year, the ones with the Gingerbread houses were so cute, I could not resist!

Tuesday, I also finished the last batch of spaghetti sauce for the "boys" Christmas gift.  

Wednesday, I visited the Chiropractor and took his reception the baby afghan I had crocheted for her.  She just loved it--even got tears in her eyes, and she is usually a kind of cold person.  I also gave my massage therapist a tip--I think the massage helps me more then the Chiropractor, and I gave him a copy of my book for his two young boys to enjoy.  Just out spreading holiday cheer where I can, LOL.

Then, I stopped at the Rich People's store to get some cake and a couple of salads and some medium size croissants.  I use them for my noon sandwich.  If I keep bread around, I have to keep it in the freezer and it eventually gets dry and nasty.  These croissants I keep frozen too, but a quick warm-up in the nuke machine and they are nice and soft and just the right size.

Got a scary call from Karen.  On her way to school, Madeleine had been in a horrific car accident.  It seems someone cut in front of her on the expressway, clipped her driver's side front, which caused her to do a 180 degree spin, with the car facing the wrong way and then it rolled twice into the median.  It is a miracle that she wasn't hit by oncoming traffic.  She said she had just got done saying her prayers and finished up with the Hail Mary, when she got hit.  She told Karen, "I wasn't even scared because I could feel God with me all the time."  I think she got scared afterwards when she realized she could have easily been killed.  I shook for about an hour after the phone call, but, amazingly, she is just fine and will dance one of the starring roles in the production of the Nutcracker this weekend.

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We had a weird thing happen in church on Sunday.  The first time I have gone in two months.  The preacher had just finished his pastoral prayer, mentioning thanks that Doug was back in church after a two week absence--he had a heart problem..and the preacher went on to thank God for EMS and firemen who come to our rescue.  We said the Lord's Prayer and stood up to sing, and I saw this strange look come over the preacher's face.  Apparently, a few rows behind me, Doug had fainted.  I could hear an usher, out in the back, calling 911 and saying "heart attack."  I did not turn around to look!  Doug was sitting two rows in front of Merle and Pearl so they saw it all.

Then, the preacher said, "Folks, let us go into silent prayer."  and we did, as we heard the ambulance come, and they took Doug out--for about 15 minutes, we sat heads bowed and prayed like crazy!

I don't remember much of the sermon--I don't think anyone did.  We got word just after the sermon that Doug was fine--it was no heart attack, but an AFIB attack.

Everyone was quite shocked and worried.  I told Pearl later, "What better place to have a heart attack or die.  In church, where 150 people instantly, all at the same time, start praying for you?"

Pearl said, "I'll bet that's what saved him.  God saw and heard all those prayers coming up--for just one person--and He said, "I have to take care of Doug so these people will see my miracle.""

Children's Book

I AM THRILLED!!!

My children’s book that was in e-book format, has just come out as a printed book.  

Rather then have you order it from the publisher’s site, which would cost more, if you would like a copy, I will charge you exactly what it cost me to get it printed and shipped.     $7.00     

If you'd like, send me a check and I will mail the book to you.  

Judith J Miller, 6413 Lakeview Lane, Brighton, MI 48114.  Suggested ages for readers: 4-10, but adults have told me they enjoyed it also.  This book is not just for boys!

“On Saturday morning, Matthew would rather play or do anything rather then clean his room, but his mother is determined that he clean up the disaster zone.  The mess under his bed has become downright scary!  Matt finds a way to overcome his fears and discovers that hidden treasures are to be found.”

Few Words Needed

The first ornaments--my kid's and grandkids

In memory and honor of my BFF

 It was very difficult to get the nativity scene under the tree

Love the lights

Sunday morning surprise

During the night, Maggie The Cat played Godzilla destroys Bethlehem! 

The Nativity

My mother loved Christmas above all other holidays.  Living on a farm during World War II meant little money for non-essentials.  I was about five.  One pre-Christmas evening, I remember the following…..

Momma and Daddy were sitting in the living room listening to Christmas Carols on the radio. 

The Christmas tree, we had cut from our woods, was standing in the corner, brightly lit.   Momma had all the decorations on it and it was beautiful.  

I was laying on the rug; coloring a picture of Santa in my Christmas coloring book that Grandma had given me. 

I heard Momma say to Daddy, "You know what? We need a nativity scene for under the tree."  

"Well, it's been a hard year," said Daddy. "We just don't have the extra money to buy one."  

"I know," said Mommy quietly.  

Then she clapped her hands and jumped up from her chair.  "I can make one!" she exclaimed. 

Momma ran into the kitchen and I followed closely behind her, caught up in her excitement.  

Momma spread newspapers out on the kitchen table.  

She got her paint set out of the buffet drawer and a bag of pipe stem cleaners.   She dug around in the wastebasket, pulling out an empty cereal box.  

Momma went into her bedroom and opened up the closet door.   She reached up on the top shelf and pulled down a paper sack filled with scraps of material, from the dresses she had made for me.  

Momma laid everything out on the kitchen table and thought for a moment.  

She cut the top and bottom off a cereal box and painted it to look like wooden shingles.   The empty cereal box now looked just like a little barn, with the front open.  

Then Momma took the pipe stem cleaners and bent them into shapes like people.  She then took scraps of the material from the bag and made robes to put on the pipe stem cleaners.   They looked just like shepherds!  

Momma took some beautiful silky blue material and turned one of the pipe stem cleaner people into Jesus' mother, Mary.  

She put golden cloth on three pipe stem cleaner people and they looked just like the Three Wise Men.  

Momma turned to me and said, "Honey, run to your bedroom and get that little plastic baby doll from your doll house."  

When I scampered back with the tiny baby doll, Momma wrapped it in a piece of Kleenex and put it into a cradle she had made from match sticks.  She put on her coat and stepped outside--I watched as she walked to the barn.  She was soon back inside with a little bit of straw, that she put in the cradle, under the baby Jesus.  

Then Momma opened up the buffet drawer and found some gold foil she had saved off a candy bar.   She cut out a star-shape from the top of the empty cereal box and glued the gold foil onto it.  

Momma and I carried all the pipe stem cleaner people and the little barn into the living room.   Daddy looked up from his magazine and watched as Momma put the little barn under the Christmas tree.  

She put all the pipe stem cleaner people in their correct places.   Then she hung the gold star on a branch right over the little barn.   She pulled a white Christmas tree light down behind the star.  It looked like the star was shining!  

Daddy got up from his chair and hugged Momma. "That is the most beautiful nativity I've ever seen," he said, as he kissed Momma on the cheek.  

I got down on the floor and lay on my tummy so I could see everything close up.  

It was the most beautiful nativity I've ever seen.  

A nativity made from love and a desire to praise God's gift to all of us.  

(I can still remember the feeling I had, when mother pulled that little piece of gold foil out of the buffet drawer.  We used that nativity, under our tree, until I was about 10 years old.  I can still see that home made nativity as if it were right here--right now.)

It's Just For Me

Today's high temperature was: 38 degrees

A shiny day!!!

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I hauled out the four plastic storage boxes of decorations and got started.  About 1/3 of what I used to put up when I lived in the farm house, but, have given a lot away and this is just enough for me.  I also gave away all my outside lights--thinking two years ago that I would never be able to walk around and put lights on the bushes.  Well--I could now, but it is just as well that I don't, because, usually in January when they need to come down, there is a ton of snow or ice or both on the bushes, and it is hard work!

Father Christmas's on the shelf and Santa's on top of bureau in kitchen

The middle nativity was made in Bethlehem.  The one on the right is from Sweden and on the left from Poland.  The little Holy Family and lamb (in blue) are from Bird-In-Hand, PA.  I watched the Amish lady make them out of clay.

A cross stitched Angel picture, I made when I had better eyesight, hangs above the wooden nativities.

I sold Avon for 25 years.  These are porcelain figures that I used as demos.

The snowmen and birdhouse are over by the west window, with a basket of cinnamon scented pine cones underneath.

Thomas Kincaid ceramic tree.  It has a "road" that leads from the bottom to the top with little houses and stores along the way and an ice skating pond.

...and street lights at night and light coming from the windows of the houses.

A wooden village my sister made for me.  It resembles the area we grew up in.  The barn has our great grandfather's name on it.  The yellow building says, "Burns Twp. Grange".

Over by the front door.

The Mistletoe Bell is just in case some hunky man walks in and stands under it.  LOL.

...and it is all, just for me.  I won't have any company to see it.  Pearl might see it, or Dar, but that's all.  Family always too busy to stop in.  But--I need it!  I need the lights and the decorations from all the past years around me.  

And on Christmas Day, when I sit here all alone, I will be sick of it and start taking it down and get my house clean and put back together for the New Year, but right now...it brings a smile.

Tomorrow, the tree goes up!!

Nice Day

High temperature today was:  25 degrees

With a bit of snow--perfect

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I remember Thanksgiving, when I had it at my house.  I had a large home, with a large dining room and a large table, that stretched out to serve 14 people very comfortably.  I invited my Dad and step-mother, and my Mother and Father in-law and the three SIL's.  We had just 14 people.  

My SIL's and MIL had to work so I asked them to bring nothing!!  I started baking and cooking early Wednesday morning--five different kinds of pie.  Got up early Thursday morning, put the turkey in at 5:00, on 325 degrees to cook nice and slow.  Usually a 20# turkey and had to cook it in the basement in my grandma's old big oven because my new stove only had a 30" oven.  

We ate around 1:00--we all were too provincial to eat those middle of the afternoon dinners that so many do nowadays.  We turned the TV off during the Thanksgiving meal--a rule of mine, so we could all converse.I always had my grandma's damask table cloth, her china and crystal and my mother's sterling silverware.  Very elegant.  The kids got such a kick out of being able to drink water from the crystal goblets!

I remember the earlier Thanksgiving dinners when I was a kid--at grandma's--same house I lived in later.  One year she roasted a goose and it was delicious!!

Two years ago, I bought a turkey breast for just Fred and I.

How times change.

Today, I had a lovely day at the family homestead with sister Susan and her hubby Chuck.  Very low key, quiet and so, very, very pleasant.  

We watched the parade from Detroit, where Madeleine's band got invited to march in this year.  She's on the left.  It was so cold, but they look like they are having fun.  Kids!!

About, 3:00, I left and stopped at Pammie's on the way home.  She was enjoying her alone day--had roasted a small turkey and was watching football--her favorite thing to do.

I got home just before 5:00, just as it was getting dark.

I was cold all day.  Susan keeps their house at 68 degrees and Pammie keeps her at 60!  I was real glad to get home to my nice, warm 72 degree warmth!!  Those houses with the high ceilings just don't seem as warm as they ought to be.  

Now--Thanksgiving is over!!!  

Can we start decorating for Christmas?  

Can we please?

Change

Today's high temperature was: 24 degrees
Feels like Temperature:  15 degrees

A Shiny day!!

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Some Greek philosopher said, "The only thing constant in life is change."  I can see him sitting there, dressed in his fine white toga, lounging by the side of a pool, overlooking the blue Aegean Sea, eating grapes and chatting with this buddies.  That's all they did all day.  Sat around and came up with profound sayings.  Not much change in their lives actually.

For a person who likes permanence, the fact that life does not have that quality, can make that person's life a bit difficult.  Look up the term BPD (borderline personality disorder) in Psychology Today and one of the symptoms is; hates change--with my picture along side the definition.

My "mood" can be changed by the weather.  When I see a shiny day, like today, I am quite peaceful and content.  Everything seems to be okay.  Let the barometric pressure drop, and I get all wonky.  I am down.  I am depressed.  I don't feel like doing anything.

The time change upsets me for weeks--especially the change in the spring, when we jump ahead an hour.  My Circadian Clock gets off and I feel confused for days and days.

Most of all, it's personal changes that throw me.  Things that happen that I can do nothing about--drive me into deep depressions.    It takes me a long time to get used to the "new" situation.  I do not adapt well to changes in my life.  

I have always been a worry-wort, an anxious person, even as a child.  I have a real hard time living a positive life--because I am positive, anything good will change.  It messes with my mind.  

Here I am, a self proclaimed Christian who is suppose believes that God has a plan and that plan is good.  Who hopes knows to give it all to God and let Him handle it.  Who wakes up every morning and the first words are, "I trust you, Jesus" and hopes they aren't just words spoken in rote, but in true belief.

Death is by far the hardest change for anyone--and not just for the dead person.  They, no doubt, are quite content with the consistency of the after life.  The people left behind--harder for them.  The one permanence in our survivor life--because nothing is going to change that situation.  They aren't away on a business trip, a hunting trip, a weekend spent at a vintage car show and dirt track car race.  They aren't going to pop back into the house at any moment.  You can't go visit them in the hospital.

Gone.

Forever.

Of course, this time of year is probably the hardest for a survivor.  Their permanent "goneness" is so evident this time of year.  The "presence of absence" that we talked about earlier.  The proverbial "elephant in the room".  We keep nudging that elephant out of the way--wishing it would just go out into the garage or somewhere we didn't have to see it all the time.  

Sitting there, in the midst of others, laughing and so happy with their lives, and we feel like the fifth wheel, the sore thumb.  The smile on our face, until our cheeks hurt, because we miss Dad or Mother.  Child or husband.  They should be there!   Or at least, their name spoken sometime during the festivities.  

Fred and I were always alone on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day.  The year my sister moved back here, we four made a pact!  We would celebrate Christmas Day together, because they were alone too.  How happy we were that Christmas Day 2011.  We even planned what we would do the next Christmas Day.  How wonderful to have them living nearby so we could get together.  A new tradition.  YAY!

  ...and then, six days later...CHANGE!

Dammit--I really hate change!