Adjusting Your Aim – W. Clement Stone
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05, 2022
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05, 2022
Mothers
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey
I totally agree with Oprah. Yesterday we honored women in our lives.
I’ve been blessed with some motherly women in my life starting with the little four-foot six-inch Irish immigrant Oma Julia. Oma because she married into a strong German family who settled in Texas.
Next came her daughter Helen, the one who birthed me. 
I have another brother who was born over a decade after this picture was made. Sadly, I couldn’t find a picture of all four of us with Mother. (Note to self: Take more pictures when the family is together.)
Then Rose, the Mom-in-love I inherited when I married her son.
And last, but never least, my Aunt Bick, my other mother who always said, “The stork just dropped you at the wrong house.”
These three ushered me into the ranks of motherhood. All of theirs crowned me a grandmother.
And now I’m a great-grandmother with number three great-grand due any day. 
All our family can’t get together for Mothers’ Day celebrations. My children and grandchildren are scattered across the country. My mothers are no longer with us.
But thinking about my mothers always brings a smile. I hope you smiled too.
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05, 2022
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05, 2022
In Search of the Leak
There’s a leak in the water feature in our backyard. We know there is because the water in the pond drops when we turn on the fountain.
We have been trying to find the leak for weeks. It’s a perfect example of things life keeps tossing in my world to keep me from my writing.
We filled obvious cracks with a cement caulk. Then coated the entire bed of the creek that winds from the fountain by the garage to the retention pond at the edge of the back porch with a rubber product to seal it.
That task required removing all the rocks that weren’t cemented to the creek bed. The rubber then had to cure for a week before we could add water again. The poor birds were not happy to lose their bathing hole.
Once the rubber cured, we refilled the pond, but, alas, when we started the pump again, the water sank like bathwater down the drain. Clearly, there was still a hole somewhere.
The creek drops in elevation in sections. We isolate each section to test for the leak. That narrowed the search to one section and upon careful examination we found a hole going through the rubber coating and the cement structure below to dirt.
We plugged the hole, filled the pond, and started the pump again. Our backyard birds were ecstatic.
The plan was to add more black rubber over the white patch once we knew we’d fix the problem. But sadly, the pond level sank again when filled.
Only about a quarter inch this time. But still not good.
After more scrutiny, we discovered tiny cracks in the fountain structure and water seeping out around the bottom edges.
That song from Girl Scout campouts, “There’s a Hole in the Bucket,” ran through my head as we were working. Have a listen if you’ve never heard it. Warning: You’ll be humming it all day.
I remember the last verse we sang at camp differently. We passed a bucket around as we sang and after the last verse, the one holding the bucket stuck it on their head.
We’ll be using our heads, but not like in the camp song. We’ve called the stonemason who built the pond. He’s coming to isolate the fountain leaks and fix them.
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04, 2022
Egg Hunt
A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
The chicks I brought home from school last semester have started to lay. I can tell by the smaller size of the eggs.
I can also tell by where they are laying.
Yesterday Beekeeper Brian found some eggs in an abandoned coop that is just outside the chicken yard. It serves as a hiding place for chickens who find themselves on the wrong side of the fence and need to escape the dogs.
I guess they feel more comfortable laying away from all the big hens. It just means we get to have an egg hunt regularly.
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04, 2022
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04, 2022
And Then There Was No Internet
Our internet provider had a major outage recently. No warning. No explanation.
I suspect one of the construction crews accidentally cut a fiber-optic cable. We have lots of roadwork and new home construction going on around us. The city is encroaching on our quiet little community.
No power, we’re used to that but having power without internet—that was weird.
To make things worse, we switched to streaming from the same provider so we had no Netflix or Amazon Prime. No series to binge after dinner. 
We found ourselves thrust back to pre-internet days.
All was not lost though.
I had never tossed our DVD/VCR player or favorite DVDs and VHS tapes in any of my downsize purge frenzies.
We had options.
We spent a very enjoyable evening watching one of our favorite DVD movies from 2001, Moulin Rouge starring Nicole Kidman and Ewan McGregor.
Watching their love story made me want to write a romance novel titled “Come What May.”
After the movie, we headed to bed to read. Normally we say, “One more episode. It’s not too late.” and end up staying up too late to read.
Not a bad day overall.
One day without internet was a nice break, but no internet at all? No thank you.
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04, 2022
New Pan of Awesomeness
A Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
Our church meets in homes on Wednesday evenings. We eat dinner together and review Sunday’s sermon. At one time, I regularly brought our contribution to the meal in a particular 9×13 pan.
It became known as the “silver pan of awesomeness” because whatever I brought in it was loved by all.
I have had the pan for so long that I can’t remember where I got it. It is old enough to have pinholes appear in the bottom so I must line it with aluminum foil to prevent the contents from dripping out the holes.
I didn’t mind doing this for a long while. After all, it was the “silver pan of awesomeness!”
At a recent Pampered Chef party I hosted, I received enough hostess reward points to replace my silver pan. I had to think about it long and hard but I finally chose a new pan.
I made Chocolate Bit Bars in the new pan and they were awesome. I can officially call this the “turquoise pan of awesomeness.”
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04, 2022
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04, 2022
Where have Easter Bonnets and Easter Parades gone?
There wasn’t a single Easter bonnet at my church service yesterday. No Easter Parade. Not surprising. These traditions seem to have all but disappeared.
However, I’m guessing many of us have pictures like this buried in old photo albums.
Once upon a time, it was very important to have not only a new bonnet but a new dress for Easter Sunday too.
Why new clothes?
It’s said the early church converts wore white garments on Sunday to identify themselves with Christ. The white symbolized purity and newness of life. Following that tradition, people bought new clothes to wear on Easter. Often, at least in our family, that new dress was our only Sunday dress and worn only for church or special occasions.
Easter parades are a different story. Yes, Virginia, there was truly an Easter parade in New York City from St. Patrick’s Cathedral down Fifth Avenue from the 1870s through the 1950s.
That tradition is attributed to Irving Berlin’s song titled In Your Easter Bonnet from the 1948 movie Easter Parade
People, in new and fashionable clothing, strolled or rode in carriages down Fifth Avenue be seen.
The official parade’s popularity declined significantly as people came to view the frolic in finery as an ostentatious display of wealth and beauty. These days you won’t see a single person strolling down the Avenue on Easter Sunday.
I agree that Easter Parades are a little over the top, but tradition is important. Now that the little ones are grown, I miss hiding colorful eggs for them to find.
What Easter traditions does your family still share?