Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Well That's a "Fine Kettle Of Fish"

 On my way to  church Sunday morning I started to not feel well. I didn't stay for church but came back home and slept off and on until late this afternoon. 
As I was sitting in my chair I remembered seeing some wild flowers along the road from where I live. I need to start getting my strength back so I walked down the driveway and across the road and picked these wild daisies.
I love where I live. A 17 acre nursery  where Japanese Lace Leaf Maples and Dogwoods are the specialty. And this time of year everything is in bloom.
And every where are Rhododendrons of every color.
So I want to finish what I started at the beginning of the Memorial Day Weekend. I had said the weekend could potential be a hard one for me. But it wasn't. I went up to Willamette National Cemetery. Sad and somber but also It was beautiful. Saturday Joe's Horseshoe Club was having a tournament in Oregon City. It was so nice to see friends I haven't seen in a long time. That's two "Joy's"..... Sunday, I was looking forward to Sunday School and Church. I was disappointed that I had to come home, but it didn't take my joy away...because my Joy doesn't depend on what kind of day I'm  having or how I may feel. My Joy comes from with in. You may think "well where was her Joy when Joe died, when every time you saw her she was in tears?" The same answer. Jesus was right there beside me, he was my comforter, my strength my peace and my Joy.   
 


Saturday, May 26, 2018

Second Day of a Joyful Weekend

I borrowed this from the Internet. The only thing missing  is the action taking place here this weekend a Tournament Saturday and Sunday. Lots of people.

Two of many of my friends here, Rhonda and Barbara are the statisticians. As the score sheets start coming in, they record all the pitchers scores and update their percentages. The girls husbands, Dave and Barry are pitchers too. But when the tournaments are here in Oregon City, they are busy hosting and keeping the things going as smoothly as possible and they do a great job!

Russ and his wife Kay and Larry and his wife Diane are just two of the many friendships we have made at these tournaments.It was nice to hear from them how they miss Joe. And Joe is usually in the middle of this threesome....I'm usually the photographer but this time I handed my camera to someone else and stepped in for my Joe.
Taking those first few steps across the grass to the table where the girls were was hard, and yes the tears were there as I got the hugs, but not for long. Reminiscing was fun, and the hugs and hello's from some I hadn't seen since last September was fun. I only go to the tournaments that are held in Oregon City and Gresham. The club travels all over Oregon.
Tomorrow is  Sunday School and church. I look forward to that. I'll be back here tomorrow for an update on my "Joyful weekend"

Friday, May 25, 2018

In Honor of Joe and All Members of our Armed Forces


Thank you to all the members of our Armed Forces who are currently serving, to those who gave their lives for us and to those who have served our country in the past.

Joe served in the The 101st Airborne Division ("Screaming Eagles") He also played the trombone in the 

101st Airborne Division Band 


I'm sorry the picture is so blurry, This picture hung in his mom's room until she died then I passed it on to his son Rob.

This picture was taken at a Veterans Park in Buckley, Washington. He also loved visiting air bases and air shows. The weren't many military planes he couldn't tell you about. 
But the F-15 "Screaming Eagle" was his favorite. He called them "The Boyz." It didn't matter if he was cleaning the car, pitching horseshoes, or working in the yard. Everything came to a stop, as he watched them pass over until he could no longer see them.

I went to Willamette National Cemetery this morning. The gates opened at 8:00AM and I thought if I was there at that time then traffic wouldn't be an issue.....WRONG!! But it wasn't as bad as it would be a couple hours later. 
It was a somber but beautiful scene. Every grave had a flag beside it.All placed by boy scouts.




This could be a tough week for me. The key word is "could be" Not only is it Memorial Day weekend, but It is a big horseshoe tournament weekend.And those who knew Joe knew he loved horseshoes and Pickleball. Then a week later...June 4th, would have been our 14th wedding anniversary.
I have said a  a couple of times but mostly on my Facebook page. JOY is my word for the year. That doesn't mean there aren't tears over special memories past. But I don't stay stuck there. I think of things that make me smile now. Like there is a very tall, dying fir tree at the cemetery that's not going to be standing much longer....That's been my marker to find the section of the cemetery where Joe's buried. I now laugh to myself every time I see it. But I've just about got a new landmark memorized so when the tree is gone I can still find my Joe.
Instead of avoiding the horseshoe tournament.... I'm going to go watch. I have a lot a friends that will be there. They miss Joe too. So what better way for me to be there and cheer them on and visit with the wives.

And on June 4th, I will spend the day with a very special couple that we met on our travels about ten years ago. We did so many things together including playing games, eating together, sightseeing. We've supported each other when spouses were sick, prayed together.  It will be a Joyful day.....because I choose Joy. "Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.”
Nehemiah 8:10b

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Remembering our Mom's

I thought this would be a nice time to drop by and say hi. It's been 18 months since Joe died. I'm adjusting to the new normal.  I just recently learned great grandbaby number 12 will be here in December. Another granddaughter graduates from high school in June. I now have hearing aids in both ears. Kinda fancy  in the fact they match the color of my hair...Silver. I'm suppose to be using my cane because my gait isn't good....I lean to the left.. so I suppose I need to swallow my pride and start using it.  I have two rose bushes, a Mr. Lincoln whose fragrance is 2nd to none, and a yellow one, the last rose bush Joe bought. I was thrilled to see the yellow roses will be in bloom in time for Memorial Day. I take the first rose of the season and place it on his marker. The crowds at Willamette National are horrendous during that weekend. So I make sure I am there a couple of days ahead, and at the gate when they open so I can "beat the crowds. 
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My Momma
Esther C. Waterer
June 21,1921-April 10,2012 




Joe's Momma
December 6, 1914 - November 5, 2013


HANDS
By My Sister Jan

I look at my mom’s hands. These nearly 91 year old hands, now so lifeless, have done so much. They have tenderly held her dolly and pushed her in the doll stroller that I still have.
As a young girl, they helped take care of her little brother that was only a year younger than her. We’ve heard stories but I’m sure there were more. Her hands were busy as a teenager working in the orchards near Walla Walla.

Soon after marrying at 19, these beautiful hands helped her husband build a home
Not long after the home was completed, her hands received the first of three children. Her hands tenderly picked up the infants and touched each face with a love that only a caring mother can possess. The same hands bathed each girl and her boy, washed their clothes and picked them up when they needed her.
When mom and dad bought an 80 acre dairy farm, these busy hands now became a working set of farming hands. They worked in the soil, cut heads off of chickens and milked cows.
The years passed and these hands were trustworthy in many ways from counting and taking the church offerings to the bank and then working at the bank. Many hours her hands sewed beautiful doll clothes, dresses for her own daughters as well as mending for her son.
They have mowed lawns, ironed for her family and hired out to do others. Mom’s hands have punished when it was needed. Amazing how the same hands can show love with a caress yet can also sting with a powerful force. But aren’t both touches of the hand administered to teach that a child God’s way of love through obedience?
Growing up and watching mom’s hands, I can’t leave out the hours I’ve seen them holding her bible. Because of this, Betty, Dick and I are all followers of Christ and one day soon these hands will again hold her precious son’s hands. We only get one set of hands in our lifetime. What are you holding in your hands?

Monday, February 19, 2018

A New Chapter

 As you can see, I haven't blogged for almost two months... I didn't have the flu, but was sick and on antibiotics for awhile. Finally started feeling like my old self a week or so ago. Unless something really worth writing about happens this will probably be my last blog. BUT...... I will continue to follow all my blogger friends on their blog!!
My blogging originally started when Joe and I got married and started traveling. It was a good way to show our family where we were from time to time. Then when Joe got sick it was a way to help me process and keep family and friends informed. After he died, it was a way for me to work through the pain of yet another loss in my life. Now  the need to write just isn't there anymore. I'm adjusting pretty well to the new normal. I love where I live, I'm close to all the kids, I love my Sunday School Class and my Church. Lots of new friends. 
For twelve years the wheels on our vehicles turned nearly everyday. It was wonderful. Then all of a sudden it was like hitting a brick wall. The wheels stopped turning. But my desire to keep moving didn't. It took a year of hopping in the car and just going even if it was just a ride in the country. Now I'm very comfortable just staying home. It's quiet, peaceful and beautiful here. Oh I spend time with the kids, go to the grocery store or post office.
On my way to the Post Office or the grocery store I pass by this field and it is lambing season so I enjoy the new babies.



It may be blue skies but on this particular day it was cold and windy. I found this hat and scarf at a craft sale being held in one of the buildings at the Yuma Fairgrounds  in Yuma. Joe would park the car in the parking lot directly across the highway from the Marine Corp Air Station The runway was directly across from there too. When the jets landed and took off it would make the car shake and Joe was grinning from ear to ear. Too low for me. But no matter. I was inside enjoying all the crafts. When There was nothing going on at the fairgrounds, we would park there and he would enjoy the activities across the street and I would read or crochet or knit or work on our iPad.
By the way, the two black wires coming out of each side of my hat..... my Bluetooth earphones and what am I listening too? Could be one of any...Guy Penrod, the Booth Brothers, Gaither Vocal Band, Gaither Gospel Singers, Ivan Parker, Greater Vision, Ernie Haase & Signature Sound, and the Cathedrals, and any other Southern Gospel that comes across Pandora.

I saw this on one of my walks here on the property. It remind me of a crown, but in reality...it's just a weed.

If only time could talk...

The end of a nice early evening walk.

It seemed Valentines Day was more special to Joe and I than Christmas.Laying in bed thinking about it that morning brought tears. My tears are less and mostly private these days. So before I put my feet on the floor I asked Jesus to fill my heart with joy, His joy. And He answered those prayers. First I received a note from a dear friend in our Thursday morning prayer group that after two major surgeries and three weeks in the hospital she came home yesterday. Then my daughter  called. And later in the afternoon my son made a quick stop. The picture shows why he stopped. It truly was a joyful day.

Some of you know I have struggled with IBS for years. One day I just decided enough is enough. So I started experimenting. I use my InstaPot Pressure Cooker a lot.  I cook things that sounds good... if I don't have side effects from it I keep it. I don't have recipes I just write it down so I don't forget what I did. This is a Hillshire Turkey Kielbasa Sausage soup made in my InstaPot. It was a keeper. The only thing I changed the 2nd time I made it....I used yams instead of russet potatoes. Great taste. 

This is cauliflower salad. I steam the cauliflower and let it cool. Then I use it in place of potatoes... Bet if I served you some and didn't tell you what it was you would think it was potato salad. I make it just like I do potato salad. I try not to use any thing out of a can. Instead I get what ever veggies I need in the organic vegetable section of my grocery store. I also make my variety of bean soups in my InstaPot.
Just because I wanted to reach a weight goal my Dr. suggested for me this year and maintain it, I started eating off a small desert plate, a small glass sauce dish, no seconds, no goodies, and nothing after 4pm except  water, which I drink a lot of during the day. I did have to adjust the timing of my supper to include a bedtime snack. Usually 2 graham crackers and a small glass of milk. My sugar level was getting to low in the middle of the night. I'm happy to say yesterday I reached my goal and have lost 15 lbs. Now the hard part. Keeping it off. Interesting note... I haven't had any digestive issues in almost 2 months. Hmmmm

The Amaryllis was a Christmas gift from my Aunt Marlene. It has been fun to watch it grow and now starting to bloom. What is in the sauce dishes you ask? Made from scratch tapioca pudding using 2% milk.That's a 4 day supply. So easy to make.

Just like almost everyone else last night we got snow. This picture was taken by my neighbor Laura. I entitled it snow flake in flight. She is a very talented photographer.





So, until I have something really great to write about, I will say so long for now and the Lord bless you more than abundantly my friends.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Christmas Week....One of Joy, Beauty and Peace

Before I begin my blog....GG finally got to meet Elijah. 

 You can't see it in these pictures, but momma let me take his socks off to see his tiny feet. Actually he has very long toes....think he will be tall like his daddy. I love little hands, little toes.
His cousin Callie was born two weeks before he was. Eleven great grandbabies now. What a blessing.
Monday morning I woke up to a very cold, clear crisp day. My neighbor grabbed her Nikon camera with a great telescopic lense, and took a lot of beautiful pictures.



I had covered my car earlier in the week, so I wasn't going anywhere.

As a surprise Christmas gift to son Mike and his family, I asked his son and wife, visiting here from Colorado, to please come get me and take me with them to the candlelight service at Mike's church Christmas eve..... That didn't happen because practically all of Clackamas County was snow bound.. I had a very nice, peaceful Christmas eve and Christmas morning.  Mike called me and asked if I would like his family to come visit me for a few hours.....I was delighted.  Grandma couldn't come to them so they came to grandma! This family has been blessed with talent, talent, talent.They play multiple instruments, they sing, they are artists........
There was so much laughter, begining with this...
POEMS FOR TWO book that Jess and Brandon read to us.


I enjoyed visiting with my grandson Jordan. He and his friend Stephen had just returned a couple of days earlier from a 26 hour train trip to Minot, North Dakota 
to visit his girlfriend Kaylee and her family. I'm looking forward to meeting her when she comes to visit here in Oregon in the Spring.


I knew Heather played the Ukulele and she also sings, so I asked her to tune mine up and sing for us.She is a young lady with many talents. Including Swing Dancing.

I knew a few months ago Mike was making his mom a replica of a covered bridge.....to scale. Here is the completed project. If you remember, He won a blue ribbon at the Oregon State Fair for  a "to scale" replica of his church. After I put the Christmas tree away my bridge will have a permanent stand of it's own.

And these are the newly weds. I love to watch them dance. They were showing us a few moments of ballroom dance. So graceful.
The rest of the pictures are of my favorite Christmas gift....A winter wonderland. 
 
A Glass Tree


It was too cold to go outside to take these  pictures.... thus the chain link fence.


Check out the icicles on the momma racoon. 

What the birds didn't want on the feeder they ate off the ground. It's all thistle for the finches but it looks like the blackcap chickadees and the wrens enjoyed them also.

Waiting for the thaw......
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This was actually my first Christmas alone. Last year I was with my sister.There were hard moments this Christmas, reminders of the joy Joe and I shared.Those moments didn't linger. The Lord was right there with the comfort and peace He promised. I opened my gifts Christmas eve....because I could. (smile) Each one useful and meaningful.I climbed into bed, and  before I closed my eyes I asked the Lord to fill me full of joy. His joy. And that's what He did.One of my gifts is a new CD by three friends. Amy Sky, Olivia Newton-John and Beth Nielsen Chapman, entitled LIV ON. I set the player on repeat. Oh how it ministered, encouraged and brought joy to my heart. 

A White Christmas, friends and family ( and the family I didn't get to see I talked to on the phone), meaningful gifts. Yep He answered my prayer. A little song I sang as a child came to my mind as I finished writing this....
I've Got The Joy, Joy, Joy
See you later
Happy New Year