Sunday, October 7, 2007
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Family Update -- the traveling Johnsons move on
Rich: Hello, everyone, from beautiful, sunny California! Did I say sunny? Yes, it is still sunny and 75 degrees! And I am soon to complete the project I have been working on this summer in Palmdale, California. This brings changes ... not only scenery changes, but often climate changes.
My next project is in northern California, in the city of Redding. This town sits at the very north end of the central valley of California, or, one might say (if you are from here), the city of Redding sits in the foothills of Lake Shasta! Within 15-20 minutes of the lake, itself. This location would be HOT in the summer, and COLD in the winter. We have heard from the locals about summer here, that "Redding is 114 during the day and at night it is dark." (I took that to mean that it is also 114 degrees at night!)
This change brings other changes ... let me explain. A year ago, I started with this company as an assistant framing supervisor. Then, within the last year, I was promoted to a full time framing supervisor. This week, I was given a promotion to the job I wanted a year ago when I started with this company: a supervisory position that would look after multiple sites.
Many people would say that this would be a DE-motion, but I enjoy the planning and project management that goes into a building project of this magnitude more than the day to day nuts and bolts implementation.
Marlene: We're all getting excited about leaving for "home" on Thursday. The kids are really excited. I'm feeling quite content here, but I am anxious to see everybody. It's amazing that we've made such good friends in the short five months we've been here. Our little Martha (90 years old and still driving) took my hand and said, "We'll miss you so much." Such a sweet little lady. We got a picture of all of us together and we'll treasure that, for sure.
We're stopping in Montana for Landon Nye's wedding and then staying for meeting in the morning with all the people we met when we lived there and then we'll make the loooonnnnnggg, boring journey the rest of the way to Kim's. That is the longest, straightest stretch of road, but maybe that's a good thing.
Mark goes in for another look at his arms before we leave. He's hoping to have his casts off for good but I'm not too sure. The last time (two weeks ago) he had the doctor here check them. He said the arms should have been pinned and that we'll have to watch them for two to three years because they're both broken on the growth plate. He said that the breaks were very bad. Oh, well. I told the doctor it's a good thing he's wanting to be a rancher and not a pianist.
Mark has already had three sets of casts on these breaks. At least, if he has to have them on again, they'll be new and clean for our northern visit.
We're enjoying our last few days of sun and warmth here. Went to the pool just because we could yesterday. Hope to see you soon!
College Update -- backpacking in Spain
I've started writing an update numerous times, but always get stuck at the beginning. I don't really know where to start, because these last few months have been unforgettable. Actually, this last summer break was, as a whole, wonderful. I promised Grandma months back that I'd give a run-down, so here goes.
My grandma Emma, Dad's mom, broke her hip about a week after I moved home for break. I hadn't come up with an employer who was willing to go through training for only two months of return, so I moved to Hutchinson for the month to be her legs while her hip healed. Good times!
After this I had a few weeks to pack (and unpack and repack) a bag light enough to carry around for a month of backpacking in Spain. By July 17, I had found what I perceived to be the one perfect pair of cool and comfortable walking shoes, five shirts, an English/ Spanish/ French translator and a travel guide. And so, hoisting the bag over my shoulders, I caught a ride from Mom and Dad to Hector International Airport in time to board the Boeing 757 headed to Paris.
Emily Schraw, my travel companion, and I spent three days in Paris doing the typical touristy things, but we also met up with some girls who acted as our personal tour guides for a day. It was great to be with them, as we were getting by in French solely based on our knowledge of Spanish, which only seemed to work if we were reading it. We were lost if spoken to as, to us, it sounded like they left out half of the consonants while talking. We appreciated bilingual friends.
While we enjoyed Paris, it was a relief to get on a train to Madrid. We figured we had a little more hope of understanding our waiter and the Metro stop announcements and the street signs and ... everything else ... in Spain. Both Em and I study the language in school and were excited to immerse ourselves in it for a month. And so that's what we did.
We spent the first few nights with a couple and their two boys in Madrid; we would fall into bed drained after days filled with trying to talk with a six-year-old about little boy things, or with a grown man about more intense subjects, in a language we realized we had a long way to go before proficiency. So, we learned a lot.
Otherwise, we stayed in hostels most of the trip, moving every two to four days to another city. From Madrid it was to Málaga, then Granada, Valencia, Barcelona and finally up to Paris and home. I could write pages and pages about each of them, but it may still be inadequate. To me, it ended up being mainly about people, the atmosphere, the food, the beauty ... words cannot describe.
What I find myself talking about most, however, are the people. We met new friends from Spain, Ireland, England, Australia, Romania, Canada, Russia, and even the US. These people, and the trip, have opened my eyes to things I never before considered. It was a wonderful experience (mixed with a few testing and growing experiences) that has given me the bug. The travel bug.
Now it's back to school and real life. I'm still studying Spanish and Business Administration. Kim and I are having a good time living in Fargo ... come visit us!
Update -- Jett Freesemann visits grandparents' farm
We are sending some pictures of Jett Freesemann on his visit to us, his grandparents, last week.
As we were doing the neighbors' chores, the pullets had started to lay and Jett held the first two eggs in his hands. He got to bring them home, fry them and eat them.
He was very thrilled to pet the cats and really liked Sugarfoot, as she was always lying on the sewing machine on her pillow by the picture window when we would come over to feed her.
The mule and the horse would look for attention, too, and Jett had fun giving them their horse treats. Also fun for Jett was giving the two dogs wieners as they would go into their kennels at night.
Update -- wood-fired pizza for dinner
This adventure all started a couple of years ago with our hot tub developing a leak that didn't seem to be worth fixing. We found someone willing to remove, and take, the hot tub recently, which left a large gap in our backyard deck.
I had seen some interesting backyard cooking units (brick) and thought something like that might be appropriate to fill the gap and provide a backyard outdoor fireplace. Information on wood fired, brick cooking ovens caught my attention online. The descriptions of wood-fired pizza, bread, etc. sounded very interesting and delicious.
Mitzi somewhat reluctantly agreed to let me build a prototype model, without mortar, to "check it out." She had real concerns about setting western North Dakota on fire, city codes, etc.
The resultant unit went together very quickly. It is lined with firebrick and, with about 2-1/2 hours of wood fire heating, I am likely getting temperatures up to around 700 to 800 degrees F. At that temperature, a personal pizza bakes to completion in about three minutes. There is a flavor that is not obtained with a regular oven and the pizza, in particular, has been quite delicious. There is also the joy and adventure aspect of cooking with fire, the option of s'mores and roasted marshmallows for dessert, etc.
We will be looking at various plans this winter and will likely be putting in some type of unit, more permanent and pleasant to look at, next spring or summer.
Aunika is particularly happy. She said something like, "Oh boy, now we won't have to go camping anymore."
Day to Day R
Jayce Visits The Shores
Jayce got to spend the weekend with his good friend Darren Shores. He also played with Darren's sister, Alena. By the pictures, looks as though Evan, the youngest sibling, got in on the action.
I used to do daycare for each of the children (at various times). Their parents are Mike and Christine Shores; they own a dairy farm outside Evansville. Chris shared these pictures with me, to show us some of the fun they'd had.
They'd also gone to garage sales in town (always a hit with Jayce), to see miniature horses at their grandparents' farm, and picking pumpkins.
Jayce had a blast! He came home with some of the delicious peanut butter bars Chris had made. He loved them so much she shared them with him. I'm wondering how many he actually got, though, as Becky was raving that she and Caity loved them, too! (Scroll down the page to find the recipe.)
The Matriarch Speaks W
Who Is This?
Let's Play a Guessing Game: Whenever it is handy to do so, we will run a picture of someone of the subscribers or staff members of our e-magazine. Tell us who you think it is -- we will let you know who was the first to guess it right -- and the correct guess -- in the following week's Bulletin.
How many can you identify?
Editors' Note: Correct guesses appear in bold face type and incorrect guesses in normal type.
This is just a guess: it looks like the Dake family -- Dorothy on the far right, either brother LeRoy or Billy on the rocks behind. I don't know the smiling young girl between them. The center lady looks like Henrietta Schildt and it looks like Auntie Blanche or Gert behind another lady. I don't know about the lady and the dog.
It's always fun to see them and guess.
Front and center is Henrietta Schildt and LeRoy Dake is to her left with Dorothy Dake in front of LeRoy. Gertrude is back right of Henrietta and I can't name the rest of the people. Thanks for a good reminder of those days. Oh, yes, I think you had been picking apples!
Editor's Note: That is a corn detasseling crew you are viewing. The two ladies, Doris Wilson and Henrietta Schildt, probably brought us lunch and stayed to try detasseling and got their pictures taken with us. The crew and guests, from left to right: Betty Vanderberg, Doris Wilson, Henrietta Schildt, Blanche Dake, Leslie Benson, LeRoy Dake, Edith Vanderberg, Dorothy Dake, and the back of the head turned towards us is probably Beatrice Vanderberg. The Vanderbergs were part of our family because their grandma, who was a young widow with two (or maybe three) boys, married our Uncle Isom Cheney (or some spell it Chaney).
The GUESS picture touched my heart this time. Of all that I did not recognize, there is one very special lady, front and center, that I did: Henrietta Schildt. She came to my grandparents' home in 1914 with Sarah McUen. When she went to Germany in 1959, it left me a vacancy to fill here in Minnesota. I also think I see Blanche Dake Miller, Bill or LeRoy Dake, and Dorothy Dake Anderson (our Editor).
I never would have guessed that was Mavis in last week's picture.
Betty Weiland Droel
Brad was from town. He dropped out of high school to come to work in the lambing shed. It was his first real job.
More used to hanging out with his buddies -- heads huddled under hoods of cars -- he was quite unprepared for the long hours of work. Hired to clean pens, he had to learn how to push a loaded wheelbarrow; the ground was uneven and muddy and he wasn't a big kid. But he had heart; he was trying to do the right thing.
He'd married his pregnant girl friend and now they had a newborn baby. She was still living with her parents but they "needed" to get a place of their own. He had to prove himself capable as a breadwinner.
Most days his tail was dragging by early afternoon. Just the thought of going back to work after supper seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. He was homesick from the get-go. No cruising up and down main street with his teenage wife. No drag racing! No fun!
Lambing was in full swing. The days were growing warmer. The resulting mud made it hard to reach the manure pile without a wheelbarrow upset. We laid a wooden plank for him to wheel on, but that was a balancing act that rarely ended well. The pile began to take on a sprawling, ill-formed shape.
Jack complained that it looked bad and was taking up too much space in front of the shed. "Brad needs to dump the load up onto the side of the pile," he said. I tried to help by dumping occasional wheelbarrow loads between Brad's wheelbarrow spills. But the pile continued to sprawl.
On his next visit, Jack decided to use the tractor and loader to neaten the mess up. He wanted a proper pile!
The shed was built on the level creek bottom. The saturated soil was unstable enough to rut after a few passes with the tractor. Each time Jack would back away from the pile, the front wheels would leave ridges of mud pushed up. As he pushed in again, trying to scrape up the individual wheelbarrow loads, he would also scrape up the ridges of mud. With him intent on getting all the straw and manure off the ground and into the pile, the unintended addition of the ridges of mud made the pile grow exponentially. Meanwhile, a muddy depression was forming all around the circumference. The front wheels sank deeper and deeper with each pass. The pile tripled in size.
Working just inside the open shed door, Brad and I were watching this developing situation with increasing interest; it was getting funnier by the minute. Eventually the front wheels sank so deep that the back wheels spun out. Jack rocked the tractor back and forth until it was stuck.
From the open door of the cab, he sent me up the hill to get the bulldozer and chain. When I clattered back down, he instructed Brad, out the open back window, how to hook us up. I pulled the tractor onto solid ground. With his shiny boots on terra-firma, Jack must have realized the full extent of how bad his pile looked; he decided he'd fix it up with the bulldozer. Bad decision!
It only got bigger and messier. Finally, in apparent exasperation, he climbed out of the bulldozer and, without a word, got into his pickup and drove away. It's not nice -- but we were overcome with laughter. Water was filling in the depression and the huge pile was looking like a rugged, mountain island in the middle of a big lake.
A Vivid Memory of September 24, 1942
Don's OBSERVATIONS regarding the September 25, 1942, snowstorm in last week's Bulletin brought back a vivid memory of the day before in Iowa.
As I was an 18 year old, waiting to be drafted, employers were not anxious to put me on their payroll. So the logical consideration was working for Uncle Sam. Camp Dodge, 10 miles north of Des Moines, had been a National Guard Headquarters, turned into an induction center for the World War II draftees. (Lucky us!)
Being the proud owner of a 1936, four door V8 Ford (with built-on trunk -- that was an "extra" in 1936), I commuted to the camp daily with five Italian Catholic city boys in tow. For a naive Welsh/ Irish/ Dutch Protestant Iowa farm boy, that was a rare combination and some interesting discussions accompanied every trip. There was no cafeteria, so we had our school-boy lunch buckets and lunch time could turn into a rousing debate on the war, sports, religion or philosophy.
On September 24, 1942 -- I remember it as my grandmother's birthday -- we went to work in balmy Iowa autumn sunshine, in thin, open-necked, short-sleeved shirts. Our workplace was a huge armory type edifice, divided into a thousand (or so) cubicles serving as doctors' "examining rooms." There, hundreds of inductees a day stood au naturel, waiting for the next exam -- and finally were interviewed by one of us clerk-typists, who filled out their official forms of induction into the U.S. Army.
Since the building was essentially windowless, none of us saw the incoming dark clouds of a vicious snowstorm pouncing down on us. By 5 o'clock, the roads were heavily snow-covered and the temperature dropped rapidly. A somber six of us piled into that miserably cold Ford and the driver (me) had 10 miles of taunting. Not only was icy wind coming through the cracks of the doors, but the timid little gasoline heater (only old timers remember enjoying those pretensions) emitted a tiny, squeaky sound resembling rusty fan blades turning but gave out no heat.
Rest assured, Don, that by the time that snowstorm reached you on the 25th, some drastic measures had been taken in Iowa to keep the "boys" happy! And a few months later, I, too, went through those lines to become a Private for Uncle Sam.
Where In The World Is Weston? S
The day after Tyler and Tami's wedding would be the last full day in Tahoe for most of our party. We thought we should do something more productive than feeding the birds again, and decided to take an excursion on the Tahoe Queen, an old-fashioned, three-level steamboat propelled by a huge red paddlewheel.
We boarded the boat at Zephyr Cove on the southeast side of the Lake, sitting on the open top level, which afforded panoramic views of the lake and surrounding mountains. We crossed to the southwest side of the lake, where we entered Emerald Bay, the destination of this particular cruise. In contrast to the deep blue color of the rest of the lake, Emerald Bay is named for its green color, which, if memory serves, results from its shallow depth relative to the rest of the Lake.
The bay is nearly surrounded by mountains that seemed to rise straight out of the lake, towering overhead. From our seats atop the boat, we had to crane our necks and shield our eyes from the sun in order to view the mountaintops. The boat passed by Fannette Island, the only island in Lake Tahoe, and motored near Vikingsholm, a Scandinavian-style mansion built in 1929. It was easy to see why a Scandinavian family would pick this spot for a home, as the water and mountains must have been reminiscent of the fjords of their homeland.
After chugging back around Fannette Island, the Tahoe Queen headed back toward its dock. During the return trip, we enjoyed a buffet meal on the boat's lower level before heading back upstairs to take one last look at the sweeping scenery before we arrived back at Zephyr Cove.
On Sunday morning, we said goodbye to Tahoe, waking up early to make the drive back to the airport in Reno. Lane, Kelly, Joel and I had originally planned to fly back together but, coincidentally, one of my clients requested that I come to a meeting on Monday in Sparks, which is basically a twin city to Reno. So, instead of returning home with my friends, I dropped them off at the airport and stayed put, killing the rest of the Sunday in Reno before my meeting in Sparks the following day.
And as if that were not enough, another client wanted me to attend another meeting on Tuesday in Portland, Oregon. So I flew from Reno to Portland on Monday night and spent Tuesday with my client in Portland before finally flying back to Minnesota on Wednesday morning. But that is a story for another time.
After a short week at work, I was soon back on the road for the final leg of my travels: part two of the wedding festivities. On the Saturday after my return, Tyler and Tami held a reception at the Holiday Inn in Alexandria for friends and family members who couldn't make the trip to Tahoe.
The reception began with a social hour, during which the guests mingled and visited before the formal meal. As I mentioned earlier, Tyler and I pretty much grew up together, as our parents were good friends when we were young kids. Since our families share a lot of the same friends, I knew most of the people at the reception. I had a great time catching up with a lot of old friends from back home who I don't get to see very often anymore.
After the social hour, we were seated for a delicious dinner, followed by the obligatory slide show chronicling the bride and groom over the years. Next, it was time for the best man's speech. Tyler's brother Nick and I were the two groomsmen, but neither of us was sure just who was the best man and who had to settle for first runner-up. But since we had two reception dinners (one in Tahoe immediately following the wedding, and one at the reception I am now describing), we decided to split the speechmaking duties.
Under the terms of our agreement, at which we arrived hastily while eating dinner in Tahoe when it dawned on us that we would be expected to give a speech, Nick would do the honors in Tahoe, while I would handle the duty in Alexandria. The compromise meant that Nick would have to come up with a speech on the spur of the moment, but would have to give it in front of the 20 people who had made the trip to Tahoe. I, on the other hand, would have to speak in front of significantly more people, but would have more than a week to prepare.
To make a long story short (too late), following the slide show, I found myself standing in front of a good 200 people with a microphone in my hand. Fortunately, I had taken advantage of my week-long opportunity to prepare, and I was more or less able to remember the memories of the couple and the best wishes I had hoped to share.
As is usually the case, the rest of the evening flew by far too quickly, but everyone had a great time celebrating Tyler and Tami's wedding again, reminiscing about our time in Tahoe and sharing stories with our friends who had stayed behind.
As the evening wound down, I thought back to my conversations with Tyler in the weeks leading up to the wedding. It seemed that every time I talked to him, he was getting more and more stressed out over the endless planning and tying of loose ends that go into putting on a wedding, especially a wedding involving 20 friends and family members making a 1,000-mile trip. But at the end of the night, as I saw the smiles on the faces of Tyler, Tami and their guests, it was clear that all of the effort was well worth it.
Peanut Butter Brownies
3/4 cup Crisco shortening
Cream shortening, peanut butter and sugar. Add eggs one at a time, then vanilla. Combine flour with baking powder and salt. Add this to creamed mixture. Spread in greased 10" x 15" pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes.
Variations: I sometimes add 3/4 cup oatmeal. If you do, be sure to add 1 Tablespoon milk to keep them moist. I sometimes add M & Ms too. (When I do this, I trick the kids into thinking there is a whole bunch by taking a chef's knife and chopping the candy and chips in half. This makes less look like more.) If you like peanuts, you can throw in 3/4 cup of those, too.
ENJOY! ENJOY! ENJOY! They are soooo good just out of the oven.
Celebrations & Observances
This Week's Special Days
This Week's Birthdays
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Miss Hetty's Mailbox:
Dear Miss Hetty,
Thank you for the e-card and for the warm anniversary wishes. We had a great time celebrating. Sunday night we went to Orange Hill, a restaurant at the top of the foothills, about 20 minutes from our house. The restaurant has a great view of the city and we enjoyed watching the sun set while we ate. After dinner, we sat around the restaurant's firepits and took a couple of photos. Thanks so much for thinking of us.
Lori [Anderson] and Keith [Mason]
Keep Us Posted!
Please drop Miss Hetty a line and tell us who, and what, we've missed. And how about a report (photos welcome) of YOUR special celebration?
+ LETTERS TO THE EDITORS?
The Bulletin really featured KITTIES this time and they are so cute and lovable ... but the KIDDIES steal my heart every time I see them in The Bulletin. Such precious little cuties!
That kitten is WAY TOO CUTE to give away.
Kyra's mirror is gorgeous. I can't imagine creating that for a first-time stained glass project.
Beautiful kitchen! Great job, Eric and Leona!
To Carol Pokornowski:
Thank you so much for the Congratulations on passing my CPCU exams. I'm glad it's over! And to answer your question about taking your tests for you ... I regretfully decline. :)
Good luck with your new school career, though, and we'll be seeing you soon (at Eric's wedding)!
Last Week's Bulletin Review JKL
Well, that was different. I was almost at a loss as to just what that first picture was supposed to be. Then I realized it was regarding a slide show presentation I had forwarded about Sandhill Cranes. When I read further into The Bulletin, I was surprised it wasn't a beautiful cat like Diego, but I am quite sure Miss Kitty would have pouted for a very long time. Would be quite a decision every week to find just the appropriate picture to feature for that Bulletin. We are always anticipating it, Photo Editor!
Talk about mental telepathy! I had been wondering about the Robersons. I know they had started a candle business in one of the last Bulletin updates they sent, and I was curious as to how that was going, also for a web site, if there is one, or an address to order one. Then, here the very first update is about the Robersons. The children have grown so much. Thanks, Aunt Dorothy, for urging them to send in their Family Update.
Country Cabin Candle Co. web site: www.countrycabincandleco.com/
Any lost or straying pitiful creature would be fortunate to find themselves on Kathlyn's or Jerrianne's doorstep. They soon will thrive, as it seems this Lynx point Siamese kitten has already done. I suppose its name is simply "Lynx." Do cats have DNA? Maybe Miss Kitty would find out for sure if it were her brother. Actually, Miss Kitty, the best thing that could have happened to Miss Jerrianne about then was when you wandered into her life. You are both thriving. And it was Miss Kitty who got Jerrianne involved with The Bulletin -- not the other way around. --Ed.
I sometimes have to laugh right out loud, which I did when I read the cute nicknames Wyatt gave his little children at this stage: "Pandemonium, Naughtiness, and Squawky." Oh well, sounds like a wonderful birthday was had by all, and now Wyatt is yet another year older -- is that great, or what?
Being the picture was mostly a shade of orange on my monitor and printer, it was difficult to see the artistic, one of a kind, frame on the bathroom mirror at the Carsons' home. Really fun to see an update picture of the grandkittens, even if it was a trick to find all three. It was a much more artistic and beautiful frame design than the ones on the links we clicked to see.
I'm still wondering if the garbage man is blowing his horn at Levi or Mom? lt would make his day to have someone pay attention to him like that.
Looks like that kitchen of Eric and Leona's has been newly decorated with the deep color on the walls. Uh, oh, Don and Donnie and Patty -- you are dangerously close to some delicious looking goodies.
Dorothy, it was so kind of them to make that photo display of the upstairs for you to see from the Jazzy level. Everyone's heart is touched by a loved one's handicap, and we would all do anything we could to ease that.
Thank you for the separate link for LTD Storybrooke. I wish we had a count as to how many did click on the link to read the story. They were warned. Larry, you were right to warn us first that reading your story was at our own risk. All I can say is that we have no idea what a rancher's life is, and I would think you would be very glad to leave that place when you did.
I was glad for the Observations story by Don Anderson. Am sure the auction was vividly pictured by a good many readers, and if you had the bobsled and tractor right now you would be a rich man (I think). On Craigslist.org.
I think that is a great idea to have a feature named "Where In The World Is Weston," because we are all interested, and we never know where in the world he may be from week to week. This time with his friend that had made him acquainted with Coni, and I see in the picture by the seaside that they are keeping a close watch on him. Is that the bride looking past her groom to keep track of the groomsman? Sounds like a totally opposite kind of a trip from the one to the ballgames, to this elegant wedding at famous Lake Tahoe.
Malassadas. That was a new name to me. I know I would like it if it has yeast and sugar and butter and eggs. Oh, groannnnn. Then fried. Oh, groannnnnnn.
I see Larry is already telling Kira about trains. Levi has some competition, that's for sure. What a pretty, sweet and feminine little girl, at 4 months.
I read with great interest every word written of the other Letters to the Editors.
Ginny wonders if anyone else notices McKenna and Caity resemble one another. Well, I can certainly see Caity and McKenna's mother are look alikes! I hope Larry introduces his Labradoodle one of these times. I haven't heard of that one, either. Ginny, what would you drop in the bag if that big, beautiful, blue bird would be at your door in a few weeks? Birdseed, or something for Doug?
Donna Anderson Johnson expressed my sentiments totally when she said that Larry and Weston held her attention, no matter what the subject. Very true!!
Very typical of this "catty" Bulletin to have them also featured on the Foto-Funnies. I was wondering where Steve Holman came in at? Who his folks are? Steve is Hunter Holman's uncle. --Ed.
Well, I have come to the end of The Bulletin, the last page of 26 pages on my printer. It's always the same "Oh no! is that all?" feeling, but now we can look for the one next week. It is always totally a surprise as someone different writes in something different from a different area each week. Could never be the same. I think expectancy motivates the "can't wait" feeling.
I loved the Quotation for the day this time: Kind words are the music of the world. There is just something about kind words that can change even the hardest, most indifferent, attitude. I want to practice kinder thoughts so I can have kinder words.
Thanks again, from the Droels.
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