<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255</id><updated>2012-01-29T16:52:25.674-05:00</updated><category term='Warm'/><category term='Housework'/><category term='Roof'/><category term='recipes'/><title type='text'>A Journal of Days</title><subtitle type='html'>Inspired by Clare Grant's blog titled "Three Beautiful Things", every day I want to record three things that have given me pleasure.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1001</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8463234405727576226</id><published>2012-01-28T06:02:00.099-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:52:25.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beekeeping 101, What's inside?, Feeling pretty darn special</title><content type='html'>1. I'm learning something new. Something big and new. I was a student today. This is exciting!&lt;br /&gt;1.a. #4 is&amp;nbsp; taking classes with me and we're on an adventure together. It reminds me of the good old days of home schooling... only better.&lt;br /&gt;2.There's something appealing about a boxed lunch. Tidily packed into a box and not a bag, each item in its own little paper wrapping, sandwich, sides, condiments and dessert, napkin at the bottom. Each of us with our own box : ). The best part is that I didn't prepare it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Daughter#2 is happy that both her husband and her dad are accompanying her to the concert. I'm on the phone with her when she learns this news and I sense that she is quietly clapping her hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8463234405727576226?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8463234405727576226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8463234405727576226&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8463234405727576226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8463234405727576226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/beekeeping-101-whats-inside-feeling.html' title='Beekeeping 101, What&apos;s inside?, Feeling pretty darn special'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-9120509939114440404</id><published>2012-01-26T16:33:00.055-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T19:25:18.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4000 miles, Winter salad, MacGyver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNFQFvsYJgg/TyNANlgudwI/AAAAAAAABVM/yjKUT2tY3ys/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNFQFvsYJgg/TyNANlgudwI/AAAAAAAABVM/yjKUT2tY3ys/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My little friend was napping when a far-away friend phoned. The timing couldn't have been better and we were allowed a nice, long chat that ended with, "I'll see you in March!".&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm addicted to &lt;a href="http://savvynest.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-salad.html"&gt;this &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; salad&lt;/a&gt;. I've eaten one for lunch every day this week. (My only adjustment is to substitute toasted pecans for the sesame seeds and pine nuts since I already have them on hand.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Poor husband! He kept the old dryer working for 30 years and now the new one is already acting up. Turns out that wire from a burnt-out set of Christmas lights comes in handy when you need it : ) Which backs up his argument for hording electrical junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-9120509939114440404?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9120509939114440404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=9120509939114440404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/9120509939114440404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/9120509939114440404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/4000-miles-winter-salad-macgyver.html' title='4000 miles, Winter salad, MacGyver'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RNFQFvsYJgg/TyNANlgudwI/AAAAAAAABVM/yjKUT2tY3ys/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-634500558711787512</id><published>2012-01-25T06:09:00.058-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:51:48.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrabble tiles, Climbing Mt. Ironing, A sad song revisited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6YiCQyikhM/TyE8WojS0FI/AAAAAAAABVE/gIJERRACB8c/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6YiCQyikhM/TyE8WojS0FI/AAAAAAAABVE/gIJERRACB8c/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ghosts of little girls, tucked away in the lids of board games, come out to play Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;2. The ironing basket is empty! It had been very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; full.&lt;br /&gt;3. She likes to play the piano after dinner and I have music to wash dishes by. No matter how often I hear this song, it makes me sad in a good way. She's rehearsing it again in order to perform it for the arranger, Philip Keveren, at a concert in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dOrNCEIbGlk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-634500558711787512?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/634500558711787512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=634500558711787512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/634500558711787512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/634500558711787512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/scrabble-tiles-climbing-mt-ironing-sad.html' title='Scrabble tiles, Climbing Mt. Ironing, A sad song revisited'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6YiCQyikhM/TyE8WojS0FI/AAAAAAAABVE/gIJERRACB8c/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3486715872367009674</id><published>2012-01-24T05:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T05:38:54.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the sun!, Leave it for spring?, We can relate</title><content type='html'>1. Today's sunshine would have been glorious without the previous week's rain, but the contrast made it that much sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;2. Henri and I walked the back roads, soaking up every bit of the mild day.&lt;br /&gt;3. I untangled the Christmas lights from our crab apple tree. When I returned with the ladder, I saw that the&amp;nbsp; colored bulbs sparkled in the sun and formed an unusual bird's nest where I had stuck a ball of it into the crook of a branch.&lt;br /&gt;4. A line from a sit-com, "Oh my gosh! It's 7:40 microwave time!". Tess and I cracked up because we go through this every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3486715872367009674?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3486715872367009674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3486715872367009674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3486715872367009674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3486715872367009674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/here-comes-sun-leave-it-for-spring-we.html' title='Here comes the sun!, Leave it for spring?, We can relate'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-4197986563815169532</id><published>2012-01-23T06:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:40:33.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite bird, Coffee time, Is that...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0M5w_jaqUL8/Tx6YNX9XVlI/AAAAAAAABU8/WAj0ivxO6Ls/s1600/eastern-bluebird-male.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="331" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0M5w_jaqUL8/Tx6YNX9XVlI/AAAAAAAABU8/WAj0ivxO6Ls/s400/eastern-bluebird-male.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;photo courtesy www.statesymbolsusa.org&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If you want to know his heart, listen. Listen to the bluebird sing." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. A flash of neon blue catches my eye and I spot one of our bluebirds. Not often seen back home in New York, they frequent our yard year round in Virginia. They are sweet, gentle birds who mate for life. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7mWFtd-3GI"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a beautiful song from Robin Trower. &lt;br /&gt;2. I love my coffee visits with B. Hours slip by and we discuss any old topic that comes to mind, sharing opinions and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;2.a. Those extra two cups gave me an energy boost this afternoon! &lt;br /&gt;3. I chuckle to hear the guys' exclamations and laughter coming up from the basement during Monday night pool nights. Especially the normally quiet men who end up chattering away and even shouting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4197986563815169532?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4197986563815169532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4197986563815169532&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4197986563815169532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4197986563815169532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/favorite-bird-coffee-time-is-that.html' title='Favorite bird, Coffee time, Is that...?!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0M5w_jaqUL8/Tx6YNX9XVlI/AAAAAAAABU8/WAj0ivxO6Ls/s72-c/eastern-bluebird-male.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-2008112987075137508</id><published>2012-01-22T06:49:00.065-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:07:52.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A favorite lunch, Color saturated, In my notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6IZhUDM67Y/Tx13zpcAI6I/AAAAAAAABU0/ZiSSFt6h9yo/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6IZhUDM67Y/Tx13zpcAI6I/AAAAAAAABU0/ZiSSFt6h9yo/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sweet Italian sausage is one of my favorite foods. In the summer I grill it and we eat it on a hard roll topped with peppers and onions that have been sautéed in olive oil. In the winter, I bake the sausage, slice it up and then mix it in with the peppers and onions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2. It's been rainy and drizzling for what seems like days. The  bark on all the trees is saturated to their darkest browns. An old Black Walnut is covered from bottom to top with green lichen.&lt;br /&gt;3. A quote from our pastor this morning that is good advice : "Money is a great tool, but it's a  lousy god."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-2008112987075137508?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2008112987075137508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=2008112987075137508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2008112987075137508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2008112987075137508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/favorite-lunch-color-saturated-in-my.html' title='A favorite lunch, Color saturated, In my notes'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N6IZhUDM67Y/Tx13zpcAI6I/AAAAAAAABU0/ZiSSFt6h9yo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-2190593456337141274</id><published>2012-01-21T05:53:00.058-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:26:16.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home, Vander's nose, What treasure can we find?</title><content type='html'>1. I've been alone for almost 24 hours, an unusual and significant occurrence for me. In the afternoon I make the drive to pick up my family from here and there, gathering up precious belongings that have been scattered all about.&lt;br /&gt;2. The horse lips up the apple pieces from my hand, eagerly snuffling my palm with his velvety nose.&lt;br /&gt;3. With an hour to wait, we poke around the antique mall. I haven't done this for ages which makes it even more fun! I find a cut glass coaster with a silver rim to put by my reading chair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-2190593456337141274?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2190593456337141274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=2190593456337141274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2190593456337141274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2190593456337141274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/coming-home-vanders-nose-what-treasure.html' title='Coming home, Vander&apos;s nose, What treasure can we find?'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6942816888298560708</id><published>2012-01-20T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:26:01.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful, Switchplates on, Exhilarating!</title><content type='html'>1. She hands me a book and says, "I stopped at the store for horse grain and saw this and thought you might like it." &lt;br /&gt;2. Sweeping up, putting things back in their place and gaining back some order.&lt;br /&gt;3. The audience is rowdy and the hockey players are in great form. Their movements are swift and seemingly reckless, although I know they're in (almost) complete control. Virginia Tech. classmates pound on the Plexiglas, hockey pucks fly through the air, fans boo every penalty and people dance during half time. All for five bucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6942816888298560708?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6942816888298560708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6942816888298560708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6942816888298560708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6942816888298560708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/1.html' title='Thoughtful, Switchplates on, Exhilarating!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7966446337543577239</id><published>2012-01-18T06:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:25:38.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finished!, Warmth, Communicating</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjhtUJbF4_Q/TxgXRNhUYCI/AAAAAAAABTE/nbzO1_H8JqM/s1600/Framing+of+church.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjhtUJbF4_Q/TxgXRNhUYCI/AAAAAAAABTE/nbzO1_H8JqM/s400/Framing+of+church.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of framing done last summer. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. To avoid the mud, I park below and trudge up the field toward our new church. A huge bonfire burns debris, scattering ash like snow flurries. Blustering wind challenges my balance as I climb over the silt fence and then over a guide wire held in place with re-bar. Inside, the contrast is remarkable and the word &lt;i&gt;sanctuary&lt;/i&gt; is apropos.&lt;br /&gt;2. A hot water bottle at my feet finally warms me up. &lt;br /&gt;3. My sister and I type some messages back and forth, back and forth. This is tiresome, so I pick up the phone and call her. Much better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7966446337543577239?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7966446337543577239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7966446337543577239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7966446337543577239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7966446337543577239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-finished-warmth-communicating.html' title='It&apos;s finished!, Warmth, Communicating'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BjhtUJbF4_Q/TxgXRNhUYCI/AAAAAAAABTE/nbzO1_H8JqM/s72-c/Framing+of+church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8278692575594833422</id><published>2012-01-17T05:31:00.071-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:09:03.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter, The weather game, Save it for last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7oKVpS693s/TxcI7gP8o-I/AAAAAAAABS0/-TGnVjcFI7E/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7oKVpS693s/TxcI7gP8o-I/AAAAAAAABS0/-TGnVjcFI7E/s640/001.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cedar timbers are the supports of the run-in shed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The run-in shed is peaceful and calm with every good smell of earth, hay, wood, and horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fickle weather acts the part of spring today. Each day, mother nature surprises us with her mood. I like the challenge of keeping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A glace cherry in the center of each cookie makes it hard to decide which bite should have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8278692575594833422?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8278692575594833422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8278692575594833422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8278692575594833422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8278692575594833422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/shelter-weather-game-save-it-for-last.html' title='Shelter, The weather game, Save it for last?'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7oKVpS693s/TxcI7gP8o-I/AAAAAAAABS0/-TGnVjcFI7E/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-621583230587062352</id><published>2012-01-16T06:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:07:44.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar log, At the rink, Pass the napkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ei5gskPaK0/TxTBHzX0noI/AAAAAAAABSk/XVkwEbwsNWo/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ei5gskPaK0/TxTBHzX0noI/AAAAAAAABSk/XVkwEbwsNWo/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It tells a story and I wish I knew how to read it. Touching the rings, I imagine storms and winds, sunshine and snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y08kzMXCtDA/TxVbA4G-jTI/AAAAAAAABSs/jLi_GXrnxwQ/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y08kzMXCtDA/TxVbA4G-jTI/AAAAAAAABSs/jLi_GXrnxwQ/s400/010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first slice on new ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. It's a funny thing about kids on a merry-go-round or skating 'round an ice rink- every time you wave to them, they wave back : )&lt;br /&gt;3. I think they're dipped in fake butter. That's why the pretzels from Auntie Anne's taste so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-621583230587062352?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/621583230587062352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=621583230587062352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/621583230587062352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/621583230587062352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/cedar-log-at-rink-pass-napkins.html' title='Cedar log, At the rink, Pass the napkins'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ei5gskPaK0/TxTBHzX0noI/AAAAAAAABSk/XVkwEbwsNWo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1648709173733676217</id><published>2012-01-15T09:57:00.055-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:27:46.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A gem, A great bunch of kids, One particularly great kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwV2V7uIa2o/TxGYFM9WRnI/AAAAAAAABSc/2agVEe4RD24/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="335" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwV2V7uIa2o/TxGYFM9WRnI/AAAAAAAABSc/2agVEe4RD24/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A surprise I found at the bottom of the washing machine. #3 found it on the ground and pocketed it; now it is my little treasure.&lt;br /&gt;2. Overheard above the din in our basement as the teen youth group enjoys a game night, &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"I'm happier than a tornado in a trailer park! WeeeeHoo!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;3. I'm awakened just after midnight to #4 climbing into bed with me. Unable to sleep from those kinds of things that trouble fifteen-year-olds, I groggily talk to her and then we doze off. When I wake again, she is gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1648709173733676217?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1648709173733676217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1648709173733676217&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1648709173733676217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1648709173733676217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/gem-great-bunch-of-kids-one.html' title='A gem, A great bunch of kids, One particularly great kid'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwV2V7uIa2o/TxGYFM9WRnI/AAAAAAAABSc/2agVEe4RD24/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7338372757570240154</id><published>2012-01-14T19:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T20:01:49.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A child was born, Hang to dry, Beef pot pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUYnHlsqy3I/TxF_7jn-hbI/AAAAAAAABSU/Jv_qJFHucIc/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUYnHlsqy3I/TxF_7jn-hbI/AAAAAAAABSU/Jv_qJFHucIc/s400/066.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Daughter #2 turns twenty-five today. Born in Portsmouth, NH, we named her Chelsea, meaning "port of ships".&amp;nbsp; Steve and I lie in bed, talking quietly about earlier days and our daughters' beginnings. How can it be so long ago and yet, seem like only yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D0_iOhjKNm0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The wood stove burns all day in the basement making it warm and toasty for laundry duties.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dinner is made of 'found' items from the fridge. He adds his 'found' item- a bottle of wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7338372757570240154?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7338372757570240154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7338372757570240154&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7338372757570240154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7338372757570240154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/child-was-born-hang-to-dry-beef-pot-pie.html' title='A child was born, Hang to dry, Beef pot pie'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUYnHlsqy3I/TxF_7jn-hbI/AAAAAAAABSU/Jv_qJFHucIc/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-798126926984669546</id><published>2012-01-14T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T15:47:53.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammering wind, from Chocolate Paper, 1902</title><content type='html'>1. I'm properly bundled for the bitter cold, but the wind catches me off guard. My mind reels for a moment when a gust smashes into me, wondering, what &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; one do if the wind blows the body over? Do I relax and go with it or fight to stay standing?&lt;br /&gt;2. I ate the last two chocolates. One was sea salt caramel and I wished there were more.&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoying another indulgence, the BBC mini-series, &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/863onu6"&gt;Berkeley Square&lt;/a&gt;. Perfect for long, dark, cold winter evenings. I imagine how I would handle myself if I were that nanny. I relate better to the nannies and servants rather than the lady of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-798126926984669546?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/798126926984669546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=798126926984669546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/798126926984669546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/798126926984669546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/hammering-wind-from-chocolate-paper.html' title='Hammering wind, from Chocolate Paper, 1902'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5928979069401827423</id><published>2012-01-12T18:42:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T19:01:51.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter project, Visitors from the north, Cat nap</title><content type='html'>1. I like to have a "project" after the holidays; something to look forward to. So, I'm painting the master bathroom. Daughter #3 asks what color I'm painting it. I say, "White". She asks me what color is it now? I tell her it's white. "But it's a different shade of white", I add. She rolls her eyes. Later Daughter #1 phones. I tell her I'm painting the bathroom- white. She asks me if I've started it yet. "Only the ceiling", I say. "Well then, it's not too late to change your mind and paint it a color", she says with a hopeful note in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sticking with white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5T7WujWrn7c" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Robins have a jolly time finding something to eat on the hill outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;3. I nod off in my reading chair for a few minutes and wake up feeling refreshed. I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5928979069401827423?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5928979069401827423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5928979069401827423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5928979069401827423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5928979069401827423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/winter-project-visitors-from-north-cat.html' title='Winter project, Visitors from the north, Cat nap'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5T7WujWrn7c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8813072749849670671</id><published>2012-01-11T06:07:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T06:36:36.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than a candle, With pink sprinkles, Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OKmTB_7CN0M/Tw7FGLPlF-I/AAAAAAAABSM/Fj4Gn1Om56g/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Scents of cinnamon, ginger, cloves, brown sugar and molasses fill the house from the cookies baking in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;2. The fabric I chose for my apron reminds her of cupcakes. She doesn't know I finished sewing it, so I stashed it away until the next time I bake cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;3. I phoned an acquaintance who used to keep bees and we had a nice chat. She's been thinking of getting back into beekeeping and she was glad for my phone call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8813072749849670671?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8813072749849670671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8813072749849670671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8813072749849670671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8813072749849670671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/better-than-candle-with-pink-sprinkles.html' title='Better than a candle, With pink sprinkles, Experience'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7663115241822655857</id><published>2012-01-10T06:01:00.074-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:50:59.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Form and function, Reflections, Pasta and beans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6O970oc2cQ0/Tw2govnTT2I/AAAAAAAABR8/RaupOHaRwrU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6O970oc2cQ0/Tw2govnTT2I/AAAAAAAABR8/RaupOHaRwrU/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iB16LmIKDRQ/Tw2gyaYFkLI/AAAAAAAABSE/ugsobi8IKhE/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iB16LmIKDRQ/Tw2gyaYFkLI/AAAAAAAABSE/ugsobi8IKhE/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Over the holidays, Steve built a tray that enables us to use our over-sized ottoman as a table of sorts. The sides are made from scraps of Black Walnut that came from a tree J. gave us. (The bulk of the tree is destined to become a table.) The bottom is from a scrap of thin, painted plywood.&lt;br /&gt;2. Her teacher encouraged her to submit a photograph in the contest and it was granted first prize. It's a default win because no one else submitted an entry in the photography division.(?!) Still, it's a beautiful photograph and she's excited because it comes with a "cash prize". Kids...&lt;br /&gt;3. I cooked one of my favorite winter soups, Pasta Fagioli. In our household, it's pronounced &lt;i&gt;pastafazool&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's hearty peasant food at its best! Be warned, this recipe makes a lot. Don't forget some nice crusty bread on the side.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Pasta E Fagioli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;3 Tbl. olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 to 4 oz. pancetta, chopped&amp;nbsp; (you get this at the deli)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 small yellow onion, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 carrots, peeled and chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 celery stalks, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 large cloves garlic, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 c (about 14 oz.) dried cranberry, borlotti, cannelloni or other small white beans, soaked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; overnight in water to cover, drained and rinsed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;*I use 2 cans of canned cannelloni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;1 ½ c. diced canned plum tomatoes with juices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;8 c. water or chicken broth &amp;nbsp;(I used vegetable broth)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;½ pound small shells, ditalini or other small pasta shape (2 cups dry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;extra virgin olive oil for serving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;grated Parmesan for serving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a large soup kettle, warm the olive oil over medium heat. Add the pancetta and cook, stirring occasionally, until it renders its fat and is golden, about 5 minutes. Add the onion, carrots, celery, and garlic and cook, stirring often, until the vegetables have softened, about 5 minutes. Add the soaked beans (or canned), the tomatoes with juices, 8 cups broth and 2 teaspoons of salt and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low, cover and simmer until the beans are tender, about 1 hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To give the soup more body, remove 2 or 3 large spoonfuls of beans and vegetables, place in a blender and puree until smooth. Return puree to pot. Taste and adjust seasoning with salt and pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cook the pasta separately, drain and add to the soup. Simmer about 5 minutes to blend the flavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ladle the soup into bowls and top each serving with a swirl of olive oil, a sprinkle of Parmesan and a liberal dusting of black pepper. Serve at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7663115241822655857?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7663115241822655857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7663115241822655857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7663115241822655857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7663115241822655857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/form-and-function-reflections-pasta-and.html' title='Form and function, Reflections, Pasta and beans'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6O970oc2cQ0/Tw2govnTT2I/AAAAAAAABR8/RaupOHaRwrU/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1382995039417369897</id><published>2012-01-09T05:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:45:22.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more, May I sit here?, How long have you lived here?</title><content type='html'>1. Goofing around in the kitchen, I discover that a buttered marshmallow tastes really good! #3 says there's just something wrong about that; like a chocolate covered Oreo or fried butter. &lt;br /&gt;2. One old timer has been beekeeping since 1939. His comments are full of first-hand knowledge which he shares matter-of-factly. Everyone is extremely friendly and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;3. We're crowded into the "living room" of our small, local historical museum. We sit side-by-side with the mannequins who are dressed in old-fashioned black satin and bonnets and who look a little creepy.&lt;br /&gt;3a. Sometimes life casts us in quirky situations. I look around to check if it's real or if I'm imagining it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1382995039417369897?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1382995039417369897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1382995039417369897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1382995039417369897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1382995039417369897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-one-more-may-i-sit-here-how-long.html' title='Just one more, May I sit here?, How long have you lived here?'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1752802034164382890</id><published>2012-01-08T06:22:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T06:37:00.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHI7GP0CN2Q/TwrOoAW6WtI/AAAAAAAABRs/CfRBo51ffKs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHI7GP0CN2Q/TwrOoAW6WtI/AAAAAAAABRs/CfRBo51ffKs/s640/005.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to sneak up so I wouldn't disturb them.&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODg8CMBMduo/TwrO5k0GSlI/AAAAAAAABR0/zIjPxcK9Eo4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ODg8CMBMduo/TwrO5k0GSlI/AAAAAAAABR0/zIjPxcK9Eo4/s640/007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vander's fluffy winter coat. I want to bury my fingers in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1752802034164382890?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1752802034164382890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1752802034164382890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1752802034164382890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1752802034164382890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunny-sunday.html' title='Sunny Sunday'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHI7GP0CN2Q/TwrOoAW6WtI/AAAAAAAABRs/CfRBo51ffKs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3486762712470453403</id><published>2012-01-07T06:41:00.046-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:34:34.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I organize before I organize, Great story, Taking a sick day even though I'm fine</title><content type='html'>1. A.A.Milne speaks to my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Organizing is what you do before you do something, so that when you do it, it is not all mixed up" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I finished another amazing book, &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/7e3xg2q"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Power of One&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Bryce Courtney. Entirely different than the last book I read; that's the beauty of reading. &lt;br /&gt;3. Stayed in sweats, didn't fix my hair, wore no make-up and went no farther than the mailbox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3486762712470453403?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3486762712470453403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3486762712470453403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3486762712470453403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3486762712470453403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-organize-before-i-organize-great.html' title='I organize before I organize, Great story, Taking a sick day even though I&apos;m fine'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3136132861922965321</id><published>2012-01-06T06:54:00.068-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:24:49.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye candy, Out in shirtsleeves, Delicious!</title><content type='html'>1. Shiny red, white and blue garlands of aluminum tinsel are strung around the complete perimeter of a block-long car dealership. It flutters wildly in the wind, changing it from tacky to eye pleasing and creates a party atmosphere at the busy intersection.&lt;br /&gt;2. Temperatures gently climbed into the 60's and I was surprised how warm the sun felt on my skin. I was tempted to take a shovel to the garden... if only I had more time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our favorite fish recipe for dinner. This comes from Better Homes and Gardens Best-Loved Community Recipes. I used cod fillets since they are more readily available in our stores. Really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="hrecipe"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc" class="title" nowrap="nowrap" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206); border-right: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 157); border-top: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206); color: #8caa9e; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;FILLET OF SOLE PARMESAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206);"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc" colspan="2" style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 157); border-left: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 206); border-right: 2px solid rgb(221, 221, 157); padding: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="tag"&gt;&lt;span class="value-title" title="Meat Dishes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yield"&gt;&lt;span class="value-title" title="Serves 6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more about it at www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1827,158178-240196,00.html&lt;br /&gt;Content Copyright © 2012&amp;nbsp;Cooks.com - All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; padding-left: 20px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;1/2 c. grated Parmesan cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 c. butter, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;3 tbsp. mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;3 tbsp. chopped scallions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;1/4 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;Dash of Tabasco sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;2 lbs. sole fillets (or any fresh white fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ingredient"&gt;2 tbsp. lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="instructions" style="color: #772222;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine  cheese, butter, mayonnaise, scallions, salt and Tabasco. Set aside.  Place fish fillets in a single layer on rack of broiling pan. Brush with lemon juice and let sit 10 minutes. Broil fillets 3 to 4  inches from heat for 5 minutes or until almost done. Spread with cheese mixture and broil 2  to 3 minutes longer, until topping turns golden and fish barely begins to flake. Serves 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3136132861922965321?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3136132861922965321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3136132861922965321&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3136132861922965321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3136132861922965321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/eye-candy-out-in-shirtsleeves-delicious.html' title='Eye candy, Out in shirtsleeves, Delicious!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7115918237494246816</id><published>2012-01-04T06:17:00.040-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:53:25.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up, Tottensea Landing, With big egg noodles</title><content type='html'>1. Began the "taking down" of Christmas which always lead to the "cleaning up" afterward. It feels good!&lt;br /&gt;2. Completely enjoyed reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tottensea-Landing-Sequel-Linnets-ebook/dp/B0063W0XL0/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1325770336&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Tottensea Landing by Dale C. Willard&lt;/a&gt;. I've written more about this clever and entertaining novel over at my other blog- &lt;a href="http://todayihavesomethingtosay.blogspot.com/2012/01/tottensea-landing-by-dale-c-willard.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Homemade chicken soup and garlic bread made a satisfying winter's meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7115918237494246816?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7115918237494246816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7115918237494246816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7115918237494246816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7115918237494246816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/cleaning-up-tottensea-landing-with-big.html' title='Cleaning up, Tottensea Landing, With big egg noodles'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7432532989300574944</id><published>2012-01-03T08:32:00.038-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:06:59.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one I can check off my list, Stock up, Love</title><content type='html'>1. I tried a new &lt;a href="http://www.joyofbaking.com/OatmealCookies.html"&gt;Oatmeal Cookie&lt;/a&gt; recipe that finally got it right! A nice thick cookie with the right chewy texture I've been searching for. I toasted the walnuts, as recommended, and used raisins. These are perfect and my quest has ended. &lt;br /&gt;2. The market had grocery carts full of clearance items set up. Some of it was quite useful, like canned pumpkin with two years of shelf life still left, priced at 39¢. &lt;br /&gt;3. The heart of the home (the kitchen) is back to work pouring out good smells. I think it's nice to return home after being out all day at work or school in this cold and blustery weather and be greeted with such welcoming goodness. &lt;i&gt;Although I'm rarely on the receiving end of this scenario nowadays, it's how I remember it from childhood. My mom and dad used to laugh when I would clap my hands at being presented dinner. I didn't think about clapping, it just bubbled up that way : )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7432532989300574944?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7432532989300574944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7432532989300574944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7432532989300574944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7432532989300574944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-one-i-can-check-off-my-list.html' title='Another one I can check off my list, Stock up, Love'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6276332068760713836</id><published>2012-01-02T06:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T06:56:11.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, Looking out, A gift from W. &amp; K.</title><content type='html'>1. Wandering about the house in a state of flux. Not quite sure what to do with the day, but too tired to do anything much. I sit by the wood stove and stare into the fire. I found it. This is what I aspire to today and it is good. &lt;br /&gt;2. Winter has followed us home. Blustery snow squalls fill the sky and there are finally white patches on the ground. A good chunk of the day is spent reading by the window.&lt;br /&gt;3. We have a few visitors today, just enough to make me feel connected to the world. Our neighbor comes in to give us citrus fruit he's brought back from Florida. I huddle a grapefruit to my nose and breath in its wonderful scent.&lt;br /&gt;3.a. Daughters spot the bowl of citrus on the counter and exclaim over its contents. Daughter 3 bags one for her work lunch tomorrow and Daughter 4 eats one immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6276332068760713836?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6276332068760713836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6276332068760713836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6276332068760713836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6276332068760713836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-to-do-looking-out-gift-from-w-k.html' title='What to do, Looking out, A gift from W. &amp; K.'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6269602002507032434</id><published>2012-01-01T07:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:03:50.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There and Back Again</title><content type='html'>1. New York greets us with blowing snow and darkening skies. She is in character for my return and I dream out the window of skating on frozen ponds and sledding down snow covered hills.&lt;br /&gt;2. The old furnace has been softly rumbling on for sixty winters. At night I can hear it through my pillow, as familiar and comforting as a mother's heartbeat to her child's ear.&lt;br /&gt;3. Her appetite is coaxed back to health with some good, home cooking.&lt;br /&gt;4. By the end of the week the freezer is full of foil wrapped meals, neatly labeled in large block letters identifying the contents.&lt;br /&gt;5. Large dairy farms dot the southern Pennsylvania landscape. Each huge barn is a different design and each farmhouse a testament to years of hard working families. Many of them incorporate a light colored stone in house and barn, making them appear invincible to time. &lt;br /&gt;6. On the highway, we pass the startling scene of an accident only minutes old. People are running from vehicles toward a rolled-over car to help out. Dozens of them frantically swarm around it, tossing baggage aside to free the occupants. While the scene itself is horrific, my throat tightens at the goodness of humanity and the nature of man to run toward danger to help one another.&lt;br /&gt;7. Our beloved mountains. They are not mine by ancestry, but they have adopted me in and I love to see them as we near our Virginia home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6269602002507032434?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6269602002507032434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6269602002507032434&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6269602002507032434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6269602002507032434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-and-back-again.html' title='There and Back Again'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5163211705663513762</id><published>2011-12-26T16:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:49:10.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f895RqzTuBM/TvjqJ-ou6FI/AAAAAAAABRY/bWFp3TEv9Ss/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f895RqzTuBM/TvjqJ-ou6FI/AAAAAAAABRY/bWFp3TEv9Ss/s400/019.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many friends and family crossed our threshold this holiday season. I enjoyed welcoming each and every one into our home. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Loved&lt;/i&gt; having all the kids here for an entire weekend! Daughter #2 and her husband added a Foosball table to our 'game' basement and there was a lot of loud, happy noise making its way upstairs as everyone took turns playing.&lt;br /&gt;3. This year we had a granddaughter sitting among the wrapping paper as we opened gifts on Christmas morning. She looked lost in all that paper.&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there such a thing as too much food? I think yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Is there such as thing as too many sweets and chocolates? Again, I think yes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are there tears when everyone leaves? Most certainly. And I'll treasure the memories. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5163211705663513762?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5163211705663513762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5163211705663513762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5163211705663513762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5163211705663513762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-weekend.html' title='Christmas weekend'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f895RqzTuBM/TvjqJ-ou6FI/AAAAAAAABRY/bWFp3TEv9Ss/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3620868303428689368</id><published>2011-12-24T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T10:37:56.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government  shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful,  Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isiah 9:6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3620868303428689368?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3620868303428689368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3620868303428689368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3620868303428689368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3620868303428689368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-joy.html' title='Christmas Joy!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1128558451813014404</id><published>2011-12-22T06:01:00.041-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T06:15:35.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought my own bagger, Mirage, "May I?"</title><content type='html'>1. The Mr. took today off to shop for groceries with me. As we toddled across the parking lot I said to him, "This is how it will be when we're old."&lt;br /&gt;2. Driving down our ridge, the valley lay before us, blanketed in fog with only the hilltops poking up. It appeared that we were looking out over a body of water and the hilltops were the islands.&lt;br /&gt;3. Daughter #1 and her family arrived this evening. The baby has grown so much since Thanksgiving. She's a person! I can't just scoop her up and bury her in kisses. I feel that I should ask her permission first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1128558451813014404?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1128558451813014404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1128558451813014404&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1128558451813014404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1128558451813014404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/brought-my-own-bagger-mirage-may-i.html' title='Brought my own bagger, Mirage, &quot;May I?&quot;'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7139687430455263432</id><published>2011-12-21T05:29:00.052-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T05:51:28.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The number of occupants just grew, Touchable, Lights on all day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm9oe73nMSY/TvMHkKZfwoI/AAAAAAAABRM/Xb-4sQgET2g/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm9oe73nMSY/TvMHkKZfwoI/AAAAAAAABRM/Xb-4sQgET2g/s400/004.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Gingerbread people take on whatever personality we give them. We make nerds, Santas and farmers. Some have surprised o's for their mouths, others have looks of mischief while most have demure smiles. &lt;br /&gt;2. The cows' winter coats are a beautiful, thick, black velvet.&lt;br /&gt;3. I notice the winter solstice is upon us. Today's fog and rain smell like spring, but the early darkness that descends upon the house is certainly winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7139687430455263432?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7139687430455263432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7139687430455263432&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7139687430455263432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7139687430455263432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/number-of-occupants-just-grew-touchable.html' title='The number of occupants just grew, Touchable, Lights on all day'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm9oe73nMSY/TvMHkKZfwoI/AAAAAAAABRM/Xb-4sQgET2g/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3329873064263861503</id><published>2011-12-20T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T05:29:27.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take two, A favorite shop, The elves don't have the technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTgjX8CXboM/TvEJCkpS7AI/AAAAAAAABQ4/E357aqX6FIM/s1600/109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfowzLgv3do/TvEJPIGE-HI/AAAAAAAABRA/oqZoiGeHatU/s1600/116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfowzLgv3do/TvEJPIGE-HI/AAAAAAAABRA/oqZoiGeHatU/s400/116.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. This is the photo I &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; use on our Christmas card thanks to the Mr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's pinching me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. I can't say where I shopped today because of who might read this, but I enjoyed going there. Ho,ho,ho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Daughter #4 sat on my lap for a Santa talk. I tried to bounce her but she's about my size so she doesn't bounce any more. We had fun making up reasons why Santa can't give her the Mercedes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2091588923"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2091588924"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3329873064263861503?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3329873064263861503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3329873064263861503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3329873064263861503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3329873064263861503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/take-two-favorite-shop-elves-dont-have.html' title='Take two, A favorite shop, The elves don&apos;t have the technology'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QfowzLgv3do/TvEJPIGE-HI/AAAAAAAABRA/oqZoiGeHatU/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3255384745054950766</id><published>2011-12-19T06:05:00.038-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:25:43.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy hands, I like the company, I think I said it aloud</title><content type='html'>1. I have the entire day free to get down to some serious baking. It's the best therapy for me and my day ends on a much better note than it started.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lingering around the table after dinner with whoever happens to be around, cups and crumpled napkins not bothered to be cleared just yet. No one is in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;3. The day is done, the kitchen cleaned,&amp;nbsp; I'm ready to put my feet up and my whole body says, "Ahhh".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3255384745054950766?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3255384745054950766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3255384745054950766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3255384745054950766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3255384745054950766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/busy-hands-i-like-company-i-think-i.html' title='Busy hands, I like the company, I think I said it aloud'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5379987782934788493</id><published>2011-12-18T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T06:05:47.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! Thank you!, Harmonies, We are a funny lot</title><content type='html'>1. I stepped out the door into the dark morning and a little snowflake surprised me with a kiss to my lip.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Christmas songs were especially nice at church this morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. There was not a dry eye in the room from all the laughter, ladies all fanning themselves with paper after the hysterical heat wave. It was the result of a fun, funny game using only paper and pencil... and a bit of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pOMqqI-kzHY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5379987782934788493?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5379987782934788493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5379987782934788493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5379987782934788493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5379987782934788493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-thank-you-harmonies-we-are-funny-lot.html' title='Oh! Thank you!, Harmonies, We are a funny lot'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pOMqqI-kzHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6034597240803324823</id><published>2011-12-17T08:56:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T09:08:47.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewels in a jar, Excitement is an understatement, A gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-secJdR7JkaM/Tu3xGtdd4tI/AAAAAAAABQg/-YhTJVsZ52M/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-secJdR7JkaM/Tu3xGtdd4tI/AAAAAAAABQg/-YhTJVsZ52M/s400/004.JPG" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. "Necessity is the mother of all invention", so the saying goes. Necessity is also what causes one to preserve pears when the they are needed for a recipe and the stores have none. I didn't mind...they look so beautiful in their jars with the light streaming through. They will top this savory &lt;a href="http://www.southernliving.com/food/holidays-occasions/christmas-holiday-appetizer-recipes-00417000068898/"&gt;Roquefort Cheesecake&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. The teacher tells all forty five students that there is a gift for each of them under the tree. Can you imagine the scramble?!&lt;br /&gt;3. I think how beautiful she is as she plays the piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6034597240803324823?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6034597240803324823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6034597240803324823&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6034597240803324823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6034597240803324823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/jewels-in-jar-excitement-is.html' title='Jewels in a jar, Excitement is an understatement, A gift'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-secJdR7JkaM/Tu3xGtdd4tI/AAAAAAAABQg/-YhTJVsZ52M/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3657925168105452791</id><published>2011-12-16T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T06:56:23.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the color, Do you bread these?, Mood-setting precipitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH9jzK3EiHM/TutMXS0pZOI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kuwjBIUQ-ME/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH9jzK3EiHM/TutMXS0pZOI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kuwjBIUQ-ME/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. I finally got around to turning this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idjcRGRprnE/TutMhr75vHI/AAAAAAAABQY/9Z8S-cnLt6E/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-idjcRGRprnE/TutMhr75vHI/AAAAAAAABQY/9Z8S-cnLt6E/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...into this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. The customers in front of me at the butcher counter were picking up some exotic (to me) things. I leaned in to see the frog legs one lady was handed. They were huge! Then the butcher brought out boxes of rabbit. One rabbit per box, cut up. I'm pretty sure the box read, "Pet Free". The next man was inquiring about quail. The clerk said yes, they have quail too. Then it was my turn to order my ordinary, old beef roast- somewhat exotic for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Freezing rain, now that's a little more seasonal. Although I would prefer snow please, if we could fine tune it just a little?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3657925168105452791?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3657925168105452791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3657925168105452791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3657925168105452791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3657925168105452791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-color-do-you-bread-these-mood.html' title='Love the color, Do you bread these?, Mood-setting precipitation'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lH9jzK3EiHM/TutMXS0pZOI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kuwjBIUQ-ME/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5836577284395267488</id><published>2011-12-15T05:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T06:15:54.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just do it", Calm, It makes life a little easier</title><content type='html'>1. Necessity mandated that I go to the &lt;b&gt;mall&lt;/b&gt; for a pair of black pants for daughter #4's piano recital. My heart filled with dread at the prospect of crowds, long lines, and empty racks with her size picked over. My fretting was all for naught! It turned out to be a breeze, the racks were stuffed with choices and they were on sale. There's nothing so satisfying as a successful hunt.&lt;br /&gt;2. My shawl. It has a "Linus' blanket" effect. At the end of the day, I ceremoniously swing the shawl over my shoulders, settle in with a book, or movie or whatever, and all becomes right with the world.&lt;br /&gt;3. The pleasant greeting of balmy weather every time I step out a door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5836577284395267488?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5836577284395267488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5836577284395267488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5836577284395267488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5836577284395267488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-do-it-calm-it-makes-life-little.html' title='&quot;Just do it&quot;, Calm, It makes life a little easier'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3530900967425551202</id><published>2011-12-14T05:20:00.050-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T05:43:42.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna grow up, One of my favorites!, Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>1. 'The Ladies' came for coffee this morning. When Steve got home from work, he noticed the silverware was out. "Did you have fun playing house?" he asked. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;My family all knows that playing house was one of my favorite childhood games.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; "Yes I did!" I answer.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm re-reading &lt;a href="http://www.dalecwillard.com/the-linnets-tale.html"&gt;The Linnet's Tale&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; by Dale Willard in preparation for the sequel, &lt;a href="http://www.dalecwillard.com/tottensea-landing.html"&gt;Tottensea Landing&lt;/a&gt;. I love the playful wit and humor in this story and find myself smiling all the while that I'm reading. Anyone would love the portrayal of human character played out through these endearing little mice.&lt;br /&gt;"Opportune Baggs The Inventor came into the Bookish Mouse wearing more plaids at the same time than he should have. He tended to accumulate plaids through the day...And though his plaids were separately attractive, taken altogether they appeared to be rather in dispute."&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm much happier walking Henri after dark with the Christmas lights on at our house and the neighbor's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3530900967425551202?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3530900967425551202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3530900967425551202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3530900967425551202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3530900967425551202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-wanna-grow-up-one-of-my.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna grow up, One of my favorites!, Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7868576551333933417</id><published>2011-12-13T05:27:00.045-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:40:49.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun on my face, In a little brown jug, You mean butter isn't a side dish?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyLKLy9VIyE/TuoGzPDPSeI/AAAAAAAABQI/3KA7y_w9EWg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyLKLy9VIyE/TuoGzPDPSeI/AAAAAAAABQI/3KA7y_w9EWg/s400/001.JPG" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I didn't realize how beautiful the day was until I poked my head out the door. My plan was to stay holed up and do laundry, ironing, wash floors, etc. But once I felt the warmth of that sun, I abandoned the work pile and went for a walk. Except for my companion, Henri, and the lone blue jay we spotted, it was solitude.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rose hips picked by the roadside look pretty on the windowsill over the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;3. I brought a jug of maple syrup home from NY which meant pancakes for supper! The simple goodness of fluffy pancakes, slathered in butter and dripping in pure maple syrup was very satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7868576551333933417?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7868576551333933417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7868576551333933417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7868576551333933417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7868576551333933417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/sun-on-my-face-in-little-brown-jug-you.html' title='The sun on my face, In a little brown jug, You mean butter isn&apos;t a side dish?'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OyLKLy9VIyE/TuoGzPDPSeI/AAAAAAAABQI/3KA7y_w9EWg/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-132990864807433695</id><published>2011-12-12T07:50:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:01:15.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A beacon in a dreary shopping world, That's Me!, Good soup</title><content type='html'>1. The guy working the cosmetic counter at Macy's was a lot of fun. He was jovial, extremely helpful and had a great sense of humor. I didn't need my purchase wrapped, which I think disappointed him. As a concession, I agreed to take some of his gift wrap home to use. He gave me small roll of it! Macy's needs to keep this guy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mari gets on the phone and says, "Naw" for Nonni.&lt;br /&gt;3. Reheated beef barley soup from yesterday along with some fresh bread for dinner means I don't have to fuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-132990864807433695?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/132990864807433695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=132990864807433695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/132990864807433695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/132990864807433695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/beacon-in-dreary-shopping-world-thats.html' title='A beacon in a dreary shopping world, That&apos;s Me!, Good soup'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3113822380270540502</id><published>2011-12-10T06:26:00.071-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T07:02:54.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming!, It used to be bigger, Love the blue, Making it straight</title><content type='html'>1. There is a Christmas tree farm behind our house. It seems silly to use the truck, but after carrying our tree one year, we decided it got heavier with every step. We found one with a lot of character today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mY8eWc-KaqY/TuSWdUhwRlI/AAAAAAAABPw/a8O1MDDK3nA/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mY8eWc-KaqY/TuSWdUhwRlI/AAAAAAAABPw/a8O1MDDK3nA/s400/008.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. Many Christmas memories are stored in this ragged little piece of felt. Circa 1959.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMF4eYCyVbs/TuSWjmPq5xI/AAAAAAAABP4/RdPLJzuVy2E/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMF4eYCyVbs/TuSWjmPq5xI/AAAAAAAABP4/RdPLJzuVy2E/s400/017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. My newest finds! All year I scour vintage shops looking for old ornaments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-matIYyNVPEw/TuSZwgmfTKI/AAAAAAAABQA/iX7iOGqOrBo/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-matIYyNVPEw/TuSZwgmfTKI/AAAAAAAABQA/iX7iOGqOrBo/s400/003.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. He helps me. While I...? Pluck something off the tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throughout the decades dads have made this sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3113822380270540502?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3113822380270540502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3113822380270540502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3113822380270540502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3113822380270540502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-is-coming-it-used-to-be.html' title='Christmas is Coming!, It used to be bigger, Love the blue, Making it straight'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mY8eWc-KaqY/TuSWdUhwRlI/AAAAAAAABPw/a8O1MDDK3nA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8353767587346761844</id><published>2011-12-09T06:18:00.040-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T06:47:37.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting and Gathering, Prancer, Kicked back</title><content type='html'>1. I wore my Friday routine like an old, favorite pair of blue jeans.&lt;br /&gt;2. I found one of Daughter #3's favorite Christmas movies at Walmart. Netflix doesn't carry it, so I bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="260" src="http://www.videodetective.net/flash/players/movieapi/?publishedid=3856" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just the man and me for dinner. We ate on the sofa, eating homemade "egg'a muffins" and watching the latest episode of Modern Family. &lt;br /&gt;(Egg'a muffins: toasted English muffin- buttered, topped with one or two slices of fried ham, then a fried egg, and then a slice of American cheese which melts. Yum!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8353767587346761844?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8353767587346761844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8353767587346761844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8353767587346761844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8353767587346761844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/hunting-and-gathering-prancer-kicked.html' title='Hunting and Gathering, Prancer, Kicked back'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7586945847050017972</id><published>2011-12-08T05:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T08:04:38.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two homes, one me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvaQj9dQ2Ls/TuIG2cjgowI/AAAAAAAABPo/6qBh9npTkxM/s1600/NYsnow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvaQj9dQ2Ls/TuIG2cjgowI/AAAAAAAABPo/6qBh9npTkxM/s400/NYsnow.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As the front cleared, upstate New York&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;1. The Italian bakery, Bella Napoli, was bustling at 10 AM. Good thing because I needed a moment to gather my senses and settle my emotions. I was so overwhelmed by the cases of pastries and breads and the 'home' this represents that I had to blink back tears from my eyes. Doesn't everyone cry in bakeries? &lt;br /&gt;2. The kind of laughs you can only have with a sister. We laughed and giggled over underwear and funny elevator sounds and even got our adorable mother to chuckle, although it hurt her broken ribs.&lt;br /&gt;3. They say she should be home by Christmas. I left on this note, with plenty of hope and faith in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;4. New York bid me farewell in my favorite colors! Heavy, low clouds hung on a slate gray sky behind a landscape of pure white. Snow covered every branch, bough and field in breathtaking beauty as we drove across the state.&lt;br /&gt;5. Virginia home. Oh how I wish I could be in two places at one time! This is my sanctuary where I can recharge and gather strength, surrounded by the love of family and friends for whatever may come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get these fall decorations put away for Heaven's sake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7586945847050017972?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7586945847050017972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7586945847050017972&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7586945847050017972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7586945847050017972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-homes-one-me.html' title='Two homes, one me'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvaQj9dQ2Ls/TuIG2cjgowI/AAAAAAAABPo/6qBh9npTkxM/s72-c/NYsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8057222398551689335</id><published>2011-12-03T05:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T05:57:39.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another World</title><content type='html'>1. I'm driving around highly populated areas this week and the Christmas lights displays are fantastic! It's beginning to feel more like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hugs are tighter and longer, kisses are sweeter and tears are briefer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Two elderly ladies, neither of whom speaks, sit side by side at the lunch table. They clasp hands and smile huge smiles,&amp;nbsp;showing everyone&amp;nbsp;that they are Best Friends Forever.&lt;br /&gt;4. I attend Catholic Mass with my FIL. Voices echo in the church just like&amp;nbsp;I remember.&amp;nbsp;The scriptures are for advent and proclaim the coming of our Lord; the incense, the music and the darkness outside make everything feel&amp;nbsp;close and somehow mysterious. But what changes it up is Father Koffi. He is from Ghana and his voice&amp;nbsp;with accent and his sense of humor bring a slight touch pf playfulness into the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;5. New York accents!!! I've never noticed them before. Do &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;sound like this?&lt;br /&gt;6. It gets dark very early up here. By 4:00, it is night. I'm not crazy about it, but it is so familiar&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;embrace it like an old favorite blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8057222398551689335?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8057222398551689335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8057222398551689335&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8057222398551689335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8057222398551689335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-world.html' title='Another World'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1228211210516620824</id><published>2011-11-29T02:37:00.053-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:47:39.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special delivery, Between our comings and goings, A call from Pete</title><content type='html'>1. I made the final stitches on my mom's Christmas gift, wrapped everything in sparkly gift wrap and now I can deliver her gifts in person.&lt;br /&gt;2. She apologizes for not having much on hand to serve for our visit:&amp;nbsp; a delicious pot of coffee, paper thin slices of apple, assorted cheeses, crackers and spicy cookies! Best of all is the visit.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was debating where to stay in New York because my childhood home would be lonely with no one else there. So I was glad when my FIL called and asked me to stay at their house. I knew all along that I could stay there; I didn't need an invitation, but it made the decision easier for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1228211210516620824?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1228211210516620824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1228211210516620824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1228211210516620824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1228211210516620824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/special-delivery-between-our-comings.html' title='Special delivery, Between our comings and goings, A call from Pete'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1820420000444019542</id><published>2011-11-28T06:44:00.060-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:19:13.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready, Stashing some smiles, He's not usually like this</title><content type='html'>1. Travel plans fall into place and my obsessive/ compulsive nature kicks in to make preparations. A doctor once told my mother that she was wired like a race horse in the starting gate. Ha! I think I take after her. But this can be worked towards good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sorting through photos from the weekend and smiling at our(silly)selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4ejZzUHOOE/TtTZI8iFKsI/AAAAAAAABPQ/GJpxHxKQHPc/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4ejZzUHOOE/TtTZI8iFKsI/AAAAAAAABPQ/GJpxHxKQHPc/s400/042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We know who wears the pants in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; family.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3ZXfnNyUQk/TtTZgPB_2GI/AAAAAAAABPY/Xuisxz7dT6s/s1600/1066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u3ZXfnNyUQk/TtTZgPB_2GI/AAAAAAAABPY/Xuisxz7dT6s/s400/1066.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; We didn't drink all that beer on the floor. Those are just supplies for brewing. #3 is going to kill me.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUVeO3T27o8/TtTZwRmD0rI/AAAAAAAABPg/HqvUdytuNYs/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUVeO3T27o8/TtTZwRmD0rI/AAAAAAAABPg/HqvUdytuNYs/s400/079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm like the streaker behind a news reporter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;3. I've heard him laugh more these past few weeks than I've ever heard before. Long, hard, belly laughs. Is life funnier these days? I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1820420000444019542?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1820420000444019542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1820420000444019542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1820420000444019542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1820420000444019542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/getting-ready-stashing-some-smiles-hes.html' title='Getting ready, Stashing some smiles, He&apos;s not usually like this'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4ejZzUHOOE/TtTZI8iFKsI/AAAAAAAABPQ/GJpxHxKQHPc/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5908282817505141298</id><published>2011-11-26T17:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:29:46.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Say Non-ni!", My personal electrician, Perfect for walking</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I am counting blessings and joys to hold in reserve for the anxious days that are sure to be ahead. Both our mothers have fallen, broken bones and are in the hospital. Same hospital, same floor, same hall...600 miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mari is a great mime for sounds. She says, "Nonni" and "Pop" along with a bunch of other names and nouns we ask her to repeat. Hearing her tiny voice say my name is pure joy and I ask her to say it over and over : )&lt;br /&gt;2. I announce that I would like to string Christmas lights on the crab apple tree. We don't usually bother with outside lights, but I think it will be a cheerful beacon to see out the kitchen window. Steve holds the ladder for me, replaces spent bulbs and gathers extension cords.&lt;br /&gt;3. We've had the most beautiful, mild weather to enjoy throughout the entire holiday weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5908282817505141298?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5908282817505141298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5908282817505141298&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5908282817505141298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5908282817505141298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/say-non-ni-my-personal-electrician.html' title='&quot;Say Non-ni!&quot;, My personal electrician, Perfect for walking'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7576179315665149695</id><published>2011-11-25T08:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T12:55:39.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls, I think we've bonded, A line at the microwave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2SXYXqnrmI/TtElIfGK_DI/AAAAAAAABPI/K_FH0a0FDgc/s1600/057+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2SXYXqnrmI/TtElIfGK_DI/AAAAAAAABPI/K_FH0a0FDgc/s400/057+%25282%2529.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm happiest when the girls are all here. Like now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. The baby couldn't sleep, so I brought her downstairs to the rocker where we cuddled and rocked while everyone else slept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Leftovers are usually ho-hum, but not at Thanksgiving. We make a big deal out of getting to eat everything all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7576179315665149695?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7576179315665149695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7576179315665149695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7576179315665149695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7576179315665149695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-i-think-weve-bonded-line-at.html' title='The girls, I think we&apos;ve bonded, A line at the microwave'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--2SXYXqnrmI/TtElIfGK_DI/AAAAAAAABPI/K_FH0a0FDgc/s72-c/057+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5630327465927015575</id><published>2011-11-24T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:53:32.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU7jHvI2aTY/Ts4vp19FfDI/AAAAAAAABO4/XdD1xt384vQ/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU7jHvI2aTY/Ts4vp19FfDI/AAAAAAAABO4/XdD1xt384vQ/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For each new morning with its light, &lt;br /&gt;For rest and shelter of the night, &lt;br /&gt;For health and food, &lt;br /&gt;For love and friends, &lt;br /&gt;For everything Thy goodness sends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5630327465927015575?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5630327465927015575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5630327465927015575&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5630327465927015575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5630327465927015575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-each-new-morning-with-its-light-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU7jHvI2aTY/Ts4vp19FfDI/AAAAAAAABO4/XdD1xt384vQ/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3163481822058032097</id><published>2011-11-22T05:21:00.066-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:11:19.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking the calendar, To satisfy a craving, Wellspring</title><content type='html'>1. The bare woods are filled with the sound of birds. With the balmy air and the soft ground, I imagine they're announcing spring. The Virginia climate is playful,sometimes briefly interchanging the seasons. But then she always draws each season out to its full calendar dates.&lt;br /&gt;2. A &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/reuben-sandwich-ii-2/"&gt;Reuben sandwich&lt;/a&gt; for lunch. Words cannot explain how good...&lt;br /&gt;3. Each family donated one small item which added up to a complete Thanksgiving dinner. One small drop combined with another small drop created an abundance for someone who was without.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3163481822058032097?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3163481822058032097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3163481822058032097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3163481822058032097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3163481822058032097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/checking-calendar-to-satisfy-craving.html' title='Checking the calendar, To satisfy a craving, Wellspring'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6452355264765318474</id><published>2011-11-21T06:13:00.057-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:05:18.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the texture, Who ordered these?, Cranberry bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Drqq6fiySlM/TsuEGnZKDUI/AAAAAAAABOw/1_WgBM9vnEA/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Drqq6fiySlM/TsuEGnZKDUI/AAAAAAAABOw/1_WgBM9vnEA/s200/index.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. These molasses cookies are my favorite store-bought cookie. "Snacking" is an understatement. "Addicting" is more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;2. Packages arrive in the mailbox and are quickly hustled away. They're secreted into dark closets and corners where curiosity won't find them.&lt;br /&gt;2.a. As she wraps the gifts she bought, she exclaims that she just &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;3. Baking extra- one to keep; one to give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6452355264765318474?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6452355264765318474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6452355264765318474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6452355264765318474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6452355264765318474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-all-about-texture-who-ordered-these.html' title='It&apos;s all about the texture, Who ordered these?, Cranberry bread'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Drqq6fiySlM/TsuEGnZKDUI/AAAAAAAABOw/1_WgBM9vnEA/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1100763331995941284</id><published>2011-11-19T06:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:09:50.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A proud son, Carnitas, muffins and tarts, Companionship</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcFwayWys7g/TsjgjWIMPhI/AAAAAAAABOo/-bTr4byEP18/s1600/med106155_1110_des_muffin_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcFwayWys7g/TsjgjWIMPhI/AAAAAAAABOo/-bTr4byEP18/s400/med106155_1110_des_muffin_l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;marthastewart.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A spiffy, red pick-up truck with highly polished chrome stands out on the crowded highway. The rear window proudly reads, "In Memory of MOM 1939-2008". She must have been a very special lady.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had time to play in the kitchen today. Two recipes I recommend: &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2011/11/homesick-texan-carnitas/#more-7927"&gt;Pork Carnitas&lt;/a&gt; and these &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/331754/pumpkin-doughnut-muffins"&gt;Pumpkin Doughnut Muffins.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. Steve and I ran morning errands together- landfill, post office, nothing spectacular. But it was nice doing it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1100763331995941284?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1100763331995941284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1100763331995941284&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1100763331995941284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1100763331995941284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/proud-son-carnitas-muffins-and-tarts.html' title='A proud son, Carnitas, muffins and tarts, Companionship'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jcFwayWys7g/TsjgjWIMPhI/AAAAAAAABOo/-bTr4byEP18/s72-c/med106155_1110_des_muffin_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6969066836845753136</id><published>2011-11-18T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T06:39:08.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I spend a LOT of time- Bead board  project is finished!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kQZrd9TfAQ/TscARYz6mxI/AAAAAAAABN4/fCMehVoFAfk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kQZrd9TfAQ/TscARYz6mxI/AAAAAAAABN4/fCMehVoFAfk/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Problem&lt;/i&gt;: The laminate back splash&amp;nbsp; was soaking up water. It had begun to come apart and the wall behind it was getting wet and moldy. I would like to replace the entire counter top with granite, but it is out of our budget right now. We had to do &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;, so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m18_NRZwWvk/TscAr9dTkDI/AAAAAAAABOI/mG1NZwlYgog/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m18_NRZwWvk/TscAr9dTkDI/AAAAAAAABOI/mG1NZwlYgog/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Solution:&lt;/i&gt; Steve tore off the back splash. He repaired the wall and rather than simply paint it, we opted for bead board. We added a baseboard and trim, caulked the bottom so it wouldn't seep in water any more, then primed, painted and sealed it all with Verathane. For about $100 we solved the problem and bought some time before we have to replace the counter top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIpKzzggXcI/TscDRzDWUjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/GmGxg5ULJrQ/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIpKzzggXcI/TscDRzDWUjI/AAAAAAAABOQ/GmGxg5ULJrQ/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After:&lt;/i&gt; The hardest part (other than filling in staple gun holes) was cleaning the kitchen for the after photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIo85qNwGOA/TscDa0331kI/AAAAAAAABOY/3L0ZUQAE264/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIo85qNwGOA/TscDa0331kI/AAAAAAAABOY/3L0ZUQAE264/s400/003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7zRBm9wwKE/TscDlJEuUYI/AAAAAAAABOg/dIkw1qwfaJc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7zRBm9wwKE/TscDlJEuUYI/AAAAAAAABOg/dIkw1qwfaJc/s400/005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A cookie for you &lt;a href="http://greenerpastures--acitygirlgoescountry.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debbie&lt;/a&gt; : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6969066836845753136?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6969066836845753136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6969066836845753136&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6969066836845753136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6969066836845753136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-i-spend-lot-of-time-bead-board.html' title='Where I spend a LOT of time- Bead board  project is finished!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kQZrd9TfAQ/TscARYz6mxI/AAAAAAAABN4/fCMehVoFAfk/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8404886617393721992</id><published>2011-11-17T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:19:57.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I get it now, Bonsack Kroger, First use</title><content type='html'>1. I phoned a friend this morning and while her line was ringing, something funny dawned on me and I started laughing. I was still laughing when she picked up her end. I'm glad it made her laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;2. The market was peaceful and calm. The butcher came out from behind his counter and chatted, the cashier talked and laughed about Thanksgiving, all the clerks said "hello" when I passed them in the aisles. Wait...maybe this is the Stepford Wives store.&lt;br /&gt;3. Playing with my new, mini tube pans. They make the cutest pound cakes! For serving, I'll add a dusting of powdered sugar, some fruit and a bit of whipped cream. I'm popping them in the freezer for now, to save for next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8404886617393721992?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8404886617393721992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8404886617393721992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8404886617393721992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8404886617393721992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-get-it-now-bonsack-kroger-first-use.html' title='I get it now, Bonsack Kroger, First use'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-221485291902041988</id><published>2011-11-15T06:04:00.072-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:34:12.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's dark out there, View from the windshield, In time for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>1. A dark and drizzly November morning made the hairdresser's shop a cozy retreat. Muted voices, the rhythm of scissors clicking and warm hairdryers fell under the spell of the subdued atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;2. White clouds snuggle into the valleys with dark purple mountains looming up behind them. An even darker gray sky above it all adds to the drama.&lt;br /&gt;3. I put the final coat of paint on the bead board project in the kitchen. Tomorrow I'll finish with the Verathane&amp;nbsp; and then I can put everything back in its place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-221485291902041988?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/221485291902041988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=221485291902041988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/221485291902041988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/221485291902041988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-dark-out-there-view-from-windshield.html' title='It&apos;s dark out there, View from the windshield, In time for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1655799290759677303</id><published>2011-11-14T06:33:00.111-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T08:20:37.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for me, Way back when, A guy thing</title><content type='html'>1. The tried-and-true method to determine if you really want to buy something is when you think about it for weeks afterward with regret for not snatching it up.I returned to an antiques shop where, two weeks ago, I spotted the most adorable little 3" tube pans for baking tiny cakes. I was relieved that they were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9zZxCZp6u8/TsJP8kG_oMI/AAAAAAAABNw/Ii7yFRqJEOk/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9zZxCZp6u8/TsJP8kG_oMI/AAAAAAAABNw/Ii7yFRqJEOk/s400/002.JPG" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. I rediscovered a box of magazines originally found in the attic of our first home in Saratoga Springs, NY. I like the nostalgia of the art work. The articles sound hokey nowadays, but there are many on being frugal which make me realize things haven't changed all that much. &lt;br /&gt;3. "Monday Night Pool Night" has become a regular for the guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1655799290759677303?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1655799290759677303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1655799290759677303&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1655799290759677303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1655799290759677303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/waiting-for-me-way-back-when-guy-thing.html' title='Waiting for me, Way back when, A guy thing'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9zZxCZp6u8/TsJP8kG_oMI/AAAAAAAABNw/Ii7yFRqJEOk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-9054316560281025277</id><published>2011-11-12T07:05:00.070-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:27:38.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathtaking!, Hypnotized by the moon, Found one</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="320" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31158841?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31158841"&gt;Murmuration&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3069761"&gt;Sophie Windsor Clive&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Can you even &lt;i&gt;imagine&lt;/i&gt;?! &lt;/div&gt;2. The full moon is clear and white on this frosty morning. It's so sharp that I can see all the shadows of its landscape. &lt;br /&gt;3. I've been experimenting with frosting to get a buttercream that is light and fluffy enough to pipe onto cupcakes. I can't bring myself to use Crisco in order to get a white frosting, so mine remained butter-colored. I am pleased with the results so far. This makes more than enough for 12 cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Bakery Style Frosting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2 sticks butter (I use salted because I like a little salt with my sweet.)&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 cups sifted confectioner's sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tea. vanilla or almond extract, depending on what flavor you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blend butter until it's smoothed out. Then add confectioner's sugar, 1/2 cup at a time, until blended. Add vanilla. Increase speed to medium-high and beat for 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;*If you want white frosting, substitute 1/2 cup non-hydrogenated shortening for one stick of the butter and use&lt;br /&gt;almond extract or a clear vanilla if you can find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-9054316560281025277?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9054316560281025277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=9054316560281025277&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/9054316560281025277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/9054316560281025277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/breathtaking-hypnotized-by-moon-found.html' title='Breathtaking!, Hypnotized by the moon, Found one'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3878239223614951179</id><published>2011-11-12T06:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:09:30.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor, Some can take a while, Dating for convenience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKp_iT73pnA/Tr2hLIFUGhI/AAAAAAAABNo/QQVlULoPSzM/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKp_iT73pnA/Tr2hLIFUGhI/AAAAAAAABNo/QQVlULoPSzM/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Thinking of my dad today and how proud he was of our country. He always had to go to work on Veteran's Day while we kids got the day off from school. I always thought that was unfair. If I were President (ha,ha) I would pass a law that all veterans get Veterans Day off from work.&lt;br /&gt;2. A daughter has been cooking more than a bit and talking to me a lot. This is quite out of character, unusual and puzzling... in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;3. It was too far to drive back and forth home after giving Daughter #4 her ride, so we stayed out and had a date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3878239223614951179?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3878239223614951179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3878239223614951179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3878239223614951179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3878239223614951179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-honor-some-can-take-while-dating-for.html' title='In honor, Some can take a while, Dating for convenience'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKp_iT73pnA/Tr2hLIFUGhI/AAAAAAAABNo/QQVlULoPSzM/s72-c/IMG_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5845957686166857532</id><published>2011-11-10T06:13:00.086-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:14:55.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors of today, Juggling the week, So much for not bothering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5XmzjZLR1s/Tr0DfzUMaMI/AAAAAAAABNY/mgYgywBAPk4/s1600/382642_10100504242291882_68102040_50127820_1539425508_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5XmzjZLR1s/Tr0DfzUMaMI/AAAAAAAABNY/mgYgywBAPk4/s400/382642_10100504242291882_68102040_50127820_1539425508_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. As I was driving along, I noticed my sweater bore the same blues and rusts of the landscape. I was wearing the day! Later, Chelsea and Chad shared this photo they took while hiking Dragon's Tooth today and it shows the hues perfectly. (Chelsea is on the rock outcrop to the right.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em_eZE3axl4/Tr0DdysMmwI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VD_b-1QP_dk/s1600/387752_10100504244173112_68102040_50127832_977384005_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em_eZE3axl4/Tr0DdysMmwI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VD_b-1QP_dk/s400/387752_10100504244173112_68102040_50127832_977384005_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another photo Chelsea took of McAfee Knob on the right. The afternoon turned golden as a cold front moved through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I combined grocery shopping with another errand and now tomorrow is a free day!&lt;br /&gt;3. After being out all day, I planned for we three to have a simple meal of eggs. But three quickly turned into seven, so I whipped up a short order feast of scrambled eggs, blueberry pancakes, bacon, coffee and juice. Everyone was satisfied and happy to be together. It felt more like a Friday night than a Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5XmzjZLR1s/Tr0DfzUMaMI/AAAAAAAABNY/mgYgywBAPk4/s1600/382642_10100504242291882_68102040_50127820_1539425508_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5845957686166857532?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5845957686166857532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5845957686166857532&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5845957686166857532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5845957686166857532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/colors-of-today-planning-ahead-didnt.html' title='Colors of today, Juggling the week, So much for not bothering'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a5XmzjZLR1s/Tr0DfzUMaMI/AAAAAAAABNY/mgYgywBAPk4/s72-c/382642_10100504242291882_68102040_50127820_1539425508_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8197569926453717337</id><published>2011-11-09T05:38:00.062-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:32:30.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A favorite breakfast food, To show she cares, Keeping warm</title><content type='html'>1. Mornings are brighter when there are biscotti to dunk in my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;2. She wants to bake him a pumpkin pie. A comfort food for him to enjoy after his long day at work. This is the language of love.&lt;br /&gt;2a. I watch her hands as she attempts to work the dough lightly. &lt;br /&gt;3. Time spent at the sewing machine using wonderfully soft flannel. It's a gift for my mom, so I think of her while I work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8197569926453717337?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8197569926453717337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8197569926453717337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8197569926453717337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8197569926453717337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/favorite-breakfast-food-to-show-she.html' title='A favorite breakfast food, To show she cares, Keeping warm'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-878746128847068844</id><published>2011-11-08T05:14:00.044-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T05:39:56.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to come along?, Where they give you a sticker, Contagious</title><content type='html'>1. Schools were off today so Tess came on errands with me, just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've lost count of how many old churches and musty school gymnasiums I've been to in order to vote over the years. This is what makes it personal and so "all-American". An honor which I hope never to take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm used to hearing him chuckle now and then, but tonight he's laughing so hard that he can't stop. At 4 am. he wakes up, thinks of it, and starts laughing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-878746128847068844?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/878746128847068844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=878746128847068844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/878746128847068844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/878746128847068844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/want-to-come-along-where-they-give-you.html' title='Want to come along?, Where they give you a sticker, Contagious'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3422817371205500987</id><published>2011-11-07T08:14:00.049-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T08:32:06.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For someone else, Planning ahead, New pets?</title><content type='html'>1.&amp;nbsp; With all of our home school textbooks up for sale, I think I am officially done. Twenty years! Should I say I'm retired? It feels more like I am just beginning something.&lt;br /&gt;2. I cooked this morning, so that all we had to do was re-heat our dinner this evening. &lt;br /&gt;3. Biodynamic farmer and beekeeper, &lt;a href="http://www.queenofthesun.com/2010/11/gunther-hauk/"&gt;Gunther Hauk&lt;/a&gt; spoke at the Botetourt Beekeeper's Assoc. meeting tonight. A soft spoken and gentle man, he shared his wisdom and practical advice regarding the honeybees. I will spend the winter reading and learning about a new hobby I hope to undertake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3422817371205500987?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3422817371205500987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3422817371205500987&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3422817371205500987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3422817371205500987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-someone-else-planning-ahead-new.html' title='For someone else, Planning ahead, New pets?'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-2734715860924194907</id><published>2011-11-06T06:36:00.047-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:55:35.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits, One man's junk..., Harvest flavors</title><content type='html'>1. On a slice of cake where the two frosted layers come together with the frosted outside edge, it forms a "T" of frosting. This is the best bite that is saved for last. Always.&lt;br /&gt;2. One load was taken to Goodwill and another trunk full is forming! I confessed to the family that the hardest things to get rid of are the animals and dolls. They have &lt;i&gt;faces&lt;/i&gt;. Tess (who isn't usually evil) said, "Just don't think of the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=px0j1EHF8Y0"&gt;Toy Story&lt;/a&gt; song." Thanks a lot Tess. I think this box will stay.&lt;br /&gt;3. Our shared meal with friends had a harvest theme: pork, apples, squash and all things spicy and good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-2734715860924194907?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2734715860924194907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=2734715860924194907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2734715860924194907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2734715860924194907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/habits-one-mans-junk-harvest-flavors.html' title='Habits, One man&apos;s junk..., Harvest flavors'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6999235855002254174</id><published>2011-11-05T06:31:00.074-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T16:06:36.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One project became two, Hard to keep my eyes on the road, Eight years later</title><content type='html'>1. The check-out line is long at the fabric store. But everyone is cheerful and, if they're like me, it's because they have a project in their basket. &lt;br /&gt;2. We drove on roads with names like, Lee's Gap, White Church, and Switzer Mountain. All with gorgeous scenery in golds and burnt reds.&lt;br /&gt;3. Steve tackled the biggest reorganization thus far in the basement. My heart was beginning to pound in fear of chaos, but we put our heads together and came up with a plan. I did my part for the day and then I walked away. Later I went back to peek at the progress. It's so much better organized and now my heart pounds with excitement!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6999235855002254174?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6999235855002254174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6999235855002254174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6999235855002254174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6999235855002254174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-project-became-two-hard-to-keep-my.html' title='One project became two, Hard to keep my eyes on the road, Eight years later'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-4044905155614877507</id><published>2011-11-04T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T06:59:02.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North Star, O!, Last game</title><content type='html'>1. I listened to one of the MP3 mixes Steve made for driving, so it was a mixed bag of music today. An old favorite popped up and made my heart skip with happiness. Robert Fripp's use of few words in North Star is pure poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eeRJQ8T4r98" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Four pumpkins, each carved with a different surprised expression, line the steps.&lt;br /&gt;3. Layered jackets, scarves, gloves and blankets help fight off the chill at the football game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4044905155614877507?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4044905155614877507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4044905155614877507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4044905155614877507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4044905155614877507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/north-star-o-last-game.html' title='North Star, O!, Last game'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eeRJQ8T4r98/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5664016333150067798</id><published>2011-11-03T06:09:00.074-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:47:39.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that hair, Exploring the great outdoors, Chain reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6NkNL6x6vc/TrO6IX0jiyI/AAAAAAAABM4/rL6TY3D511o/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6NkNL6x6vc/TrO6IX0jiyI/AAAAAAAABM4/rL6TY3D511o/s400/048.JPG" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. The breeze fluffed her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SINiv88bvN4/TrO61_Ti6JI/AAAAAAAABNA/KFrhGZ_Sc9Y/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SINiv88bvN4/TrO61_Ti6JI/AAAAAAAABNA/KFrhGZ_Sc9Y/s400/039.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. The warm sun, blue sky and green grass were too inviting to ignore. This little granddaughter reminds me very much of her mom when she was a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ua8R9fr-9hY/TrO6_TDbJDI/AAAAAAAABNI/iDxjVIO4oNk/s1600/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ua8R9fr-9hY/TrO6_TDbJDI/AAAAAAAABNI/iDxjVIO4oNk/s320/056.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Since Claire and Marian were visiting, Chelsea and Chad came to visit. Since Chelsea and Chad were coming, a bigger dinner needed to be cooked. Since a bigger dinner would be cooked, Audrey and Matt joined in. Finally, when Tess and Steve got home from school/work, the fun began! Stories were told around the dinner table, Audrey had us laughing to tears, a bathed and powdered baby was passed around, and several games of pool were played- full of excitement and shouts. We ended the evening with this dessert of pumpkin cake and spiced cream cheese frosting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5664016333150067798?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5664016333150067798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5664016333150067798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5664016333150067798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5664016333150067798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-know-that-hair-exploring-great.html' title='I know that hair, Exploring the great outdoors, Chain reaction'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6NkNL6x6vc/TrO6IX0jiyI/AAAAAAAABM4/rL6TY3D511o/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-4519671775685197314</id><published>2011-11-01T06:47:00.110-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:57:25.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice day for a drive, Visitors, Holiday traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H00aYv8QTVQ/TrE6-jYDU3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/jZBcQLE-UjA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H00aYv8QTVQ/TrE6-jYDU3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/jZBcQLE-UjA/s400/001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. I didn't mind driving the forgotten lunch to school on a beautiful day such as this. The first few miles take me over the mountain and then down the other side to this view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYuALx5jrmQ/TrE7G5zTO4I/AAAAAAAABMY/HS4z9UTq6N8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YYuALx5jrmQ/TrE7G5zTO4I/AAAAAAAABMY/HS4z9UTq6N8/s400/002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the corner I turn right, past this old building. To me, it looks like it may have been a general store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FgO-JbjLqM/TrE7WH7RFSI/AAAAAAAABMg/f1Nuc2v0jBk/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9FgO-JbjLqM/TrE7WH7RFSI/AAAAAAAABMg/f1Nuc2v0jBk/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once through the ghost town of Springwood, it's over the James River I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt2L0lvenGs/TrE7k8PAPlI/AAAAAAAABMo/sy1PWbmuxl4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jt2L0lvenGs/TrE7k8PAPlI/AAAAAAAABMo/sy1PWbmuxl4/s400/007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The school sits in a valley. From this distance I can just see the lights of the football field in the center of the photo where there is a gap in the trees. It may be on the way to nowhere, but it's one of the most beautiful 'nowheres' I've ever been. I left the lunch at the front office and turned right around for the ten mile drive back home. (If you click on any of the photos, they will enlarge.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FEkKBiDsTI/TrE72V8WvLI/AAAAAAAABMw/EZVRJ36iI6A/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5FEkKBiDsTI/TrE72V8WvLI/AAAAAAAABMw/EZVRJ36iI6A/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've always admired this property. The old farmhouse is situated in a cozy spot and it has lots of outbuildings. I think it must have been beautiful at one time. You can see a cow standing under the big tree on the right. Cows graze all around the house. It belongs to them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Claire and Mari have come for a visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. I baked sugar cookies in pumpkin and leaf shapes, then frosted and sprinkled them in shades of autumn. We had these for dessert while we watched &lt;i&gt;Captain America&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1376827323"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1376827324"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4519671775685197314?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4519671775685197314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4519671775685197314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4519671775685197314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4519671775685197314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/nice-day-for-drive-visitors-holiday.html' title='Nice day for a drive, Visitors, Holiday traditions'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H00aYv8QTVQ/TrE6-jYDU3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/jZBcQLE-UjA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-4273638074732036007</id><published>2011-11-01T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T06:24:32.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Momur, A gypsy and a dog</title><content type='html'>1. Steve's rhino comment on yesterday's post got me listening to Adrian Belew for my drive today. The Momur- I'm smiling a lot. This is my Halloween persona; no costume required...however, raging hormones may be necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-zJUYHjzck0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tess and her friends decided they were &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; too old for trick-or-treating. She quickly transformed into a gypsy and I dropped her off in town for the local festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweet little Henri turns seven today. Audrey brought him gifts and he dozed on his new bed all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHNbydEbac8/Tq8uXd96JYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/t-ASWxJdPiQ/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHNbydEbac8/Tq8uXd96JYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/t-ASWxJdPiQ/s400/011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4273638074732036007?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4273638074732036007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4273638074732036007&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4273638074732036007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4273638074732036007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/momur-gypsy-and-dog.html' title='The Momur, A gypsy and a dog'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-zJUYHjzck0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5485536817336053051</id><published>2011-10-30T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:43:44.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrasts of autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey94zoofD_Y/Tq6VOfHBHjI/AAAAAAAABKw/sVBtKj5Esr0/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey94zoofD_Y/Tq6VOfHBHjI/AAAAAAAABKw/sVBtKj5Esr0/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Normally abuzz with activity, the lavender is eerily absent of bees and butterflies. I still slide my fingers through it to capture its sharp fragrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBCSNkRAfb8/Tq6Veus1UxI/AAAAAAAABK4/SQqRYRtoeAY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nBCSNkRAfb8/Tq6Veus1UxI/AAAAAAAABK4/SQqRYRtoeAY/s400/004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Frost on the lawnmower seat resembles the tough hide of some exotic animal. Elephant or rhino?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9q4DspKec0/Tq6VmUp4xOI/AAAAAAAABLA/-zG9fXDhFi8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9q4DspKec0/Tq6VmUp4xOI/AAAAAAAABLA/-zG9fXDhFi8/s400/003.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poor little lilac didn't get the memo about bloom time. It makes a brave appearance and stands alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ELR6czIhTg/Tq6Vz4NB3GI/AAAAAAAABLI/WIHz_6vJucA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ELR6czIhTg/Tq6Vz4NB3GI/AAAAAAAABLI/WIHz_6vJucA/s400/001.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the color has fallen to the ground where it was frosted overnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hl0VYgBSM8/Tq6S3UKE6_I/AAAAAAAABKY/DF2HZjLa-7Q/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5485536817336053051?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5485536817336053051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5485536817336053051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5485536817336053051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5485536817336053051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/contrasts-of-autumn.html' title='Contrasts of autumn'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ey94zoofD_Y/Tq6VOfHBHjI/AAAAAAAABKw/sVBtKj5Esr0/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8319624537943077599</id><published>2011-10-29T07:38:00.047-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:54:32.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free is better, All done  up, Boys on one side, girls on the other</title><content type='html'>1. In the store, her new cell phone would cost $99 after a $50 rebate and I would have to change my plan. On their website, the phone is free and I keep my plan. I'm glad we walked away at the store and decided to shop around. The lesson daughter #4 learned today: Patience is a virtue. (and it enables you to keep your birthday money)&lt;br /&gt;2. Her first high school dance and she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;3. "So, did you dance?" "Yeah...with Hannah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8319624537943077599?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8319624537943077599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8319624537943077599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8319624537943077599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8319624537943077599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/free-is-better-all-done-up-boys-on-one.html' title='Free is better, All done  up, Boys on one side, girls on the other'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-2663138875185958499</id><published>2011-10-28T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:05:19.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will even cheer a curmudgeon, Great beginnings, On the right side of the window</title><content type='html'>1. The first snow of the season excites us with its magic. We dart to windows, calling others in the house to, "Come see! It's snowing!" Suddenly, Christmas lists are being composed.&lt;br /&gt;2. Onions, celery and garlic gently sauté in olive oil promising the start of a good vegetable soup for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sitting in my favorite chair, reading and then sewing with the lamplight over my shoulder while something frozen patters on the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-2663138875185958499?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2663138875185958499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=2663138875185958499&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2663138875185958499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2663138875185958499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/will-even-cheer-curmudgeon-great.html' title='Will even cheer a curmudgeon, Great beginnings, On the right side of the window'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-169490215682032839</id><published>2011-10-28T05:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T05:57:40.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, Scottish in origin, Soaps and sprays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMj3Hdy9ZOU/Tqnskf4MZzI/AAAAAAAABIA/zVeY8aPyFjM/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMj3Hdy9ZOU/Tqnskf4MZzI/AAAAAAAABIA/zVeY8aPyFjM/s400/021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. The sun had just set when foreboding clouds blew in from the west. The wind kicked up and began blowing leaves everywhere. I can tolerate this kind of drama in my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was flipping through recipe books this evening, trying to write a weekly menu when I ran across a recipe for Hot Toddies. Hmm...I've never had a Hot Toddy... in novels they drink them at night...and it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; cold outside, so I had to try it. It warms you from the inside out : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a mug combine 1 tablespoon brandy, 1 tablespoon lemon juice, and 1 tablespoon honey; add 1/2 cup boiling water and stir. Garnish with a lemon slice if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I poked around the housewares department at Marshall's where I sniffed an amazing room freshener called "Winter Woods".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-169490215682032839?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/169490215682032839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=169490215682032839&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/169490215682032839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/169490215682032839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/1_28.html' title='Drama, Scottish in origin, Soaps and sprays'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMj3Hdy9ZOU/Tqnskf4MZzI/AAAAAAAABIA/zVeY8aPyFjM/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-457008648256849214</id><published>2011-10-26T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T07:00:49.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ran into an old friend, Right where I put them, Coffee break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plhNv5ns4us/Tqkyql4u-mI/AAAAAAAABH4/PzIwX5F_F5o/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plhNv5ns4us/Tqkyql4u-mI/AAAAAAAABH4/PzIwX5F_F5o/s400/008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.My friends and I enjoyed &lt;i&gt;hundreds&lt;/i&gt; of hours of play with our Barbies in the 1960's. We played on back porches and under trees, in bedrooms, living rooms and basements. Our imaginations had us living in high rise New York City apartments, attending balls or jet setting to beach vacations. Thanks for the adventures my dear friend!&lt;br /&gt;2. Another good thing about cleaning...you might run across that which you thought was lost. Example in point: Daughter #2 thought I gave away her paintball masks. I would never! Today they are found.&lt;br /&gt;3. I brewed a second cup of coffee this morning to sip while I visited with my mom on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-457008648256849214?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/457008648256849214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=457008648256849214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/457008648256849214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/457008648256849214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/ran-into-old-friend-right-where-i-put.html' title='Ran into an old friend, Right where I put them, Coffee break'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-plhNv5ns4us/Tqkyql4u-mI/AAAAAAAABH4/PzIwX5F_F5o/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8672832330041920560</id><published>2011-10-25T20:02:00.035-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:30:45.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a deep breath, Reporting for duty, Headig in a simpler direction, It deserves a name</title><content type='html'>1. Thank you, Mrs. Cahoon for burning such lovely scented wood today. It blended perfectly with that of fallen leaves and fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;2. Empty terracotta pots line the walk waiting for clean-up and a winter rest.&lt;br /&gt;3. Having the patio cleared of plants and pots enables me to envision it as a blank canvas. I think I'll make some changes for next year. The excitement of ideas for next year's garden will give me something to ponder over the dreary winter months.&lt;br /&gt;4. The lawnmower is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; working... in all of its rattling, temperamental glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8672832330041920560?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8672832330041920560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8672832330041920560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8672832330041920560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8672832330041920560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/take-deep-breath-reporting-for-duty.html' title='Take a deep breath, Reporting for duty, Headig in a simpler direction, It deserves a name'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-2577921803161569693</id><published>2011-10-24T19:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T06:40:53.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In my grandmother's trunk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VD3oO0M-JnM/TqXvzPoOwyI/AAAAAAAABHw/OxH9jb_67Co/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VD3oO0M-JnM/TqXvzPoOwyI/AAAAAAAABHw/OxH9jb_67Co/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667199369763275554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I'm beginning a season of sorting and cleaning. Today I worked in what is perhaps my most prized possession. Prized not because it has any monetary value, but because of what it represents. This is the trunk that carried my maternal grandmother's belongings when she immigrated to America from Italy in 1906. You can still see faint vertical lines where the ropes burned into the wood when it was tied and loaded aboard ship. The trunk mostly goes unnoticed where it sits in a corner of our bedroom, but I love it dearly. All morning as I worked, the stories swam around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uq59o01slhE/TqXvyhzrrwI/AAAAAAAABHk/EnSMKfBoUJU/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uq59o01slhE/TqXvyhzrrwI/AAAAAAAABHk/EnSMKfBoUJU/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667199357463277314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. The odor of mothballs is still very strong even though I've had the trunk for over thirty years. I don't use mothballs but I do like that smell. My mom also used mothballs to store our winter clothing in New York so it reminds me of northern winters, warm clothing, ice skating and Christmas. My grandmother arrived at Ellis Island on December 20, 1906 so I think it's appropriate that the trunk smells like winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvqhQWcsmcA/TqXvyTv4RsI/AAAAAAAABHY/uapO43n_HSE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvqhQWcsmcA/TqXvyTv4RsI/AAAAAAAABHY/uapO43n_HSE/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667199353689228994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. I have no idea when the wallpaper was glued to the interior, but it's very pretty. The cobalt blue part of the design is still so bright. By the end of the morning, I had the trunk emptied out and the master bathroom linen closet also cleaned and sorted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-2577921803161569693?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2577921803161569693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=2577921803161569693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2577921803161569693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2577921803161569693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-my-grandmothers-trunk.html' title='In my grandmother&apos;s trunk...'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VD3oO0M-JnM/TqXvzPoOwyI/AAAAAAAABHw/OxH9jb_67Co/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-613124875740923021</id><published>2011-10-23T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T08:32:12.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergies?, Music at the Grands, On Sundays only</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGFT1XEfYjo/TqVVdJdUSVI/AAAAAAAABHM/CxIbeahg3xI/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGFT1XEfYjo/TqVVdJdUSVI/AAAAAAAABHM/CxIbeahg3xI/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667029665359087954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xZXoRSw9kI/TqVVcJjk8SI/AAAAAAAABHE/dEfXOGMikOM/s1600/007%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xZXoRSw9kI/TqVVcJjk8SI/AAAAAAAABHE/dEfXOGMikOM/s400/007%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667029648205476130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssTClccdzw/TqVVb9NynfI/AAAAAAAABG0/q51soifHq3A/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MssTClccdzw/TqVVb9NynfI/AAAAAAAABG0/q51soifHq3A/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667029644892872178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Puzzled but thankful that I feel better today!&lt;br /&gt;2. We went to a great piano concert performed by two local piano teachers. (Graduates from our very own &lt;a href="http://www.hollins.edu/about/index.shtml"&gt;Hollins University&lt;/a&gt; ) It was a lively and fun program with the wonderful sound of two grand pianos and drums filling the room.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pumpkin pie and coffee for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-613124875740923021?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/613124875740923021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=613124875740923021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/613124875740923021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/613124875740923021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/allergies-music-at-grands-on-sundays.html' title='Allergies?, Music at the Grands, On Sundays only'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SGFT1XEfYjo/TqVVdJdUSVI/AAAAAAAABHM/CxIbeahg3xI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8625815246581684396</id><published>2011-10-22T06:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T06:39:06.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It will have to be a beautiful weekend without me, Steve has the fun, Goodnight house</title><content type='html'>1. Reluctantly, I gave myself permission to dump any plans for the day. Instead, I sat with a box of Kleenex on my lap, nursing a head cold. There is relief in letting go.&lt;br /&gt;2. The echo of the chainsaw drew me to the porch where I stood in the sun for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. The ritual of tucking the house in for the night; going 'round to turn off lights, lock doors and pull down shades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8625815246581684396?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8625815246581684396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8625815246581684396&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8625815246581684396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8625815246581684396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-will-have-to-be-beautiful-weekend.html' title='It will have to be a beautiful weekend without me, Steve has the fun, Goodnight house'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-4754136915980689850</id><published>2011-10-21T19:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T10:39:50.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Always the baby of the family, Good choice, Still some color left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeHY5zAUnVY/TqIAizpLfzI/AAAAAAAABFs/D7lK4m8ZPH8/s1600/IMG_8335%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeHY5zAUnVY/TqIAizpLfzI/AAAAAAAABFs/D7lK4m8ZPH8/s400/IMG_8335%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666091879163985714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Tess turns fifteen today. She had a bright day full of good cheer and laughter with school friends and well wishes from family.&lt;br /&gt;2. She requested that we celebrate with fruit pizzas. A treat for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;3. The play of sunlight and clouds made the fall colors exceptionally brilliant today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4754136915980689850?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4754136915980689850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4754136915980689850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4754136915980689850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4754136915980689850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/always-baby-of-family-good-choice-still.html' title='Always the baby of the family, Good choice, Still some color left'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CeHY5zAUnVY/TqIAizpLfzI/AAAAAAAABFs/D7lK4m8ZPH8/s72-c/IMG_8335%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3777293393690325771</id><published>2011-10-21T01:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:01:31.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tagkN7zHTI/TqLaA0zvLGI/AAAAAAAABGo/FamAT9zSvic/s1600/Tess.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tagkN7zHTI/TqLaA0zvLGI/AAAAAAAABGo/FamAT9zSvic/s200/Tess.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666330988896005218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8VF7XdoOls/TqLZ1zJaFvI/AAAAAAAABGY/KynO7pzdSqQ/s1600/Tess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8VF7XdoOls/TqLZ1zJaFvI/AAAAAAAABGY/KynO7pzdSqQ/s320/Tess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666330799471466226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Time passes too quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3777293393690325771?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3777293393690325771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3777293393690325771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3777293393690325771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3777293393690325771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-passes-too-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2tagkN7zHTI/TqLaA0zvLGI/AAAAAAAABGo/FamAT9zSvic/s72-c/Tess.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-716090176939906318</id><published>2011-10-20T06:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T09:02:03.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five stars, Migrating, Armed with a Sharpie</title><content type='html'>1. The movie &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCMm5uoZtXw"&gt;Buck&lt;/a&gt; is an &lt;span&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; documentary! It's the story of Buck Brannaman who some call The Horse Whisperer. I would recommend this movie for everyone, not only horse people. One of many quotes I especially like:&lt;br /&gt;"You know a horse is pretty sensitive. A horse can feel a mosquito on their butt in a wind storm."&lt;br /&gt;2. I noticed a plume of gray smoke off in the distance. I didn't think much of it until Tess exclaimed, "Look at that flock of birds!" It was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of birds.&lt;br /&gt;3. Organizing and cleaning makes me extraordinarily happy. It might actually be a curse... I'm not sure. But I felt good all day after I sorted, labeled and organized all our old paint cans in the basement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-716090176939906318?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/716090176939906318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=716090176939906318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/716090176939906318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/716090176939906318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/five-stars-migrating-armed-with-sharpie.html' title='Five stars, Migrating, Armed with a Sharpie'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-9027983087008870690</id><published>2011-10-19T06:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:19:22.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Composer unknown, A challenge, Craving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7U5nqCSFs/TqAt2WECeXI/AAAAAAAABFg/GvWKItaP5qw/s1600/IMG_8329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7U5nqCSFs/TqAt2WECeXI/AAAAAAAABFg/GvWKItaP5qw/s400/IMG_8329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665578742890789234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Among the box of music we bought at auction last summer was this handwritten music score titled, "A Christmas Carol to My Washington Family" from 1937. Today I found the perfect frame for it and now it is sandwiched between two pieces of glass and sits atop our piano.&lt;br /&gt;2. Steve gives me second chances when we play pool.&lt;br /&gt;3. I made a rich chicken and rice casserole with mushrooms, pimento and crunchy sliced almonds. I use whole milk and a vegetable bouillon that B. brings me from Germany. Pure comfort food for a cold and rainy night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-9027983087008870690?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9027983087008870690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=9027983087008870690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/9027983087008870690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/9027983087008870690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/composer-unknown-challenge-craving.html' title='Composer unknown, A challenge, Craving'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7U5nqCSFs/TqAt2WECeXI/AAAAAAAABFg/GvWKItaP5qw/s72-c/IMG_8329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7880240454182370063</id><published>2011-10-18T10:56:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T06:08:23.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't look, Her favorite subject, Not many of these left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTNHi_dF-GE/Tp6gfTyEQJI/AAAAAAAABFM/gZEnLevGFBY/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTNHi_dF-GE/Tp6gfTyEQJI/AAAAAAAABFM/gZEnLevGFBY/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665141841025319058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I used to help Steve's grandmother periodically clean out her file    cabinet. It would take all day because she would read every piece of    paper, stop and cry. I attempted to do a bit of my own file cabinet    purging today. I didn't get far before I ran across this drawing done by    Chelsea when she was 4 1/2. Notice the color of the streamers? They  reminded me of the photo from last Saturday-they   match her jersey 20  years later. I don't dare go back to the filing cabinet because at this rate, it will take me all day. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUU0lPMrAfE/Tp6gfPHxOEI/AAAAAAAABE8/29NgbBoicZw/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUU0lPMrAfE/Tp6gfPHxOEI/AAAAAAAABE8/29NgbBoicZw/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665141839774169154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-goe98I0ubVA/Tp6gK2iGkXI/AAAAAAAABEw/yAxAwe-rzo8/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. While packing her ample school lunch she says, " I wish lunch counted as a subject because I would get an A."&lt;br /&gt;3. Balmy temperatures and dwindling daylight allowed for an evening walk. We picked up a few acorns as we went along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7880240454182370063?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7880240454182370063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7880240454182370063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7880240454182370063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7880240454182370063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/1.html' title='I can&apos;t look, Her favorite subject, Not many of these left'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lTNHi_dF-GE/Tp6gfTyEQJI/AAAAAAAABFM/gZEnLevGFBY/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8405114192359034000</id><published>2011-10-17T10:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:11:53.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vagabond Song      by Bliss Carman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vq1B_8Aq-S8/Tp2THp6U6KI/AAAAAAAABBk/VzCetZdVrcQ/s1600/091021%2Bpumkins%2Band%2Bhaybails%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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by Wallace Stegner is, by far, one of the best books I've read in ages. He is an author whose writing is pure art.&lt;br /&gt;2. Only in the glory of autumn do we return home with such fanfare as a road strewn with gold coins.&lt;br /&gt;3. Down comforters are hauled to the laundromat where I sit for an hour or so, breathing the clean scent of detergents and warm dryers. Back home, I hang them in the sun and breeze before returning them to beds that are made up with fresh sheets. Bed time will be a treat tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4513481141759547515?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4513481141759547515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4513481141759547515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4513481141759547515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4513481141759547515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-drivel-here-our-road-winterizing.html' title='No drivel here, Our road, Winterizing'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-4055897406360865761</id><published>2011-10-16T06:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:48:04.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comes with a history, The thoughts of a parent, But it needs to be sterile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msGEOMpzDpg/Tpv9UqmSzFI/AAAAAAAABBY/UT4_JpMMGcU/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msGEOMpzDpg/Tpv9UqmSzFI/AAAAAAAABBY/UT4_JpMMGcU/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664399487822646354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Steve is really smitten with his new toy. He researched the company that made the table, measured bolts and boards and came up with a manufacture date in the 1920's. I like to imagine the places and things this table has seen.&lt;br /&gt;2. The top is made from three pieces of slate, each weighing 250 pounds. There were no men around to help him carry them down from the truck. Daughter #3 was happy to oblige. "Aren't you glad you have a strong daughter?" she asks me with pride. A simple, "Yes!" doesn't suffice, but I don't bore her with my long answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chelsea and Tess decide to build terrariums in some gallon bottles, but we have no potting soil. Steve finds this amusing. In typical dad-style he says, "You mean we have five acres out there and you have no dirt?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4055897406360865761?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4055897406360865761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4055897406360865761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4055897406360865761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4055897406360865761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/comes-with-history-thoughts-of-parent.html' title='Comes with a history, The thoughts of a parent, But it needs to be sterile!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msGEOMpzDpg/Tpv9UqmSzFI/AAAAAAAABBY/UT4_JpMMGcU/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-2622622529342418059</id><published>2011-10-15T22:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T06:08:56.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's #1 A beautiful day for a race, #2 Amazing endurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjTG-TghEPw/TpqpmNQoEnI/AAAAAAAABBM/n9U-d3Egqz4/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjTG-TghEPw/TpqpmNQoEnI/AAAAAAAABBM/n9U-d3Egqz4/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664025955231339122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea after competing in her first Cyclocross race. Thirty minutes of slugging through fields, up hills, over barriers and through mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tOXnp0TK20/Tpqpl-kt2qI/AAAAAAAABA8/kp2HQmpaoN8/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tOXnp0TK20/Tpqpl-kt2qI/AAAAAAAABA8/kp2HQmpaoN8/s400/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664025951289072290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad is cheering Chelsea on with a cowbell. We cheered from the sidelines, but Chad ran right into the course to cheer his wife on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zF4CTLSE-gs/TpqpJpLGVaI/AAAAAAAABA0/sccf_-8LdUo/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zF4CTLSE-gs/TpqpJpLGVaI/AAAAAAAABA0/sccf_-8LdUo/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664025464508143010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad's turn. The 'A' class entries spent 45 minutes (!) doing the same. It's a grueling task, but everyone is lighthearted and good-natured about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipRjBKOen44/TpqpJQk-jMI/AAAAAAAABAg/_2fA0UZWWfg/s1600/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ipRjBKOen44/TpqpJQk-jMI/AAAAAAAABAg/_2fA0UZWWfg/s400/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664025457905798338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad and his main competitor coming up a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JiTsOVseZw/TpqpJPXNTHI/AAAAAAAABAY/DM1QkawR25c/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JiTsOVseZw/TpqpJPXNTHI/AAAAAAAABAY/DM1QkawR25c/s400/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664025457579609202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bodies and bikes are covered in mud at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-2622622529342418059?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2622622529342418059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=2622622529342418059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2622622529342418059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/2622622529342418059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturdays-1-beautiful-day-for-race-2.html' title='Saturday&apos;s #1 A beautiful day for a race, #2 Amazing endurance'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PjTG-TghEPw/TpqpmNQoEnI/AAAAAAAABBM/n9U-d3Egqz4/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-6341378035233526774</id><published>2011-10-15T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T06:09:14.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's #3 Love this place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg0Y-3-1H6k/TponeH5TzGI/AAAAAAAABAM/nMA6NeBBkXU/s1600/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg0Y-3-1H6k/TponeH5TzGI/AAAAAAAABAM/nMA6NeBBkXU/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663882879840799842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tess' piano teacher gave her a coupon for a free cupcake. A good excuse to check it out, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1o6VbvQjQN8/TpondTCCAJI/AAAAAAAABAE/CV2Zvpz-9UE/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1o6VbvQjQN8/TpondTCCAJI/AAAAAAAABAE/CV2Zvpz-9UE/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663882865650303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful, old home is perfect for a bakery/shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcOAHjvPyxI/TponcoLSc1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/itG5pAKNnSE/s1600/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RcOAHjvPyxI/TponcoLSc1I/AAAAAAAAA_0/itG5pAKNnSE/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663882854146405202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The display case is hypnotizing. I could stare at it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEhmMRAJxjw/TponcVWmtAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/MB5QgGE_mXg/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEhmMRAJxjw/TponcVWmtAI/AAAAAAAAA_o/MB5QgGE_mXg/s400/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663882849093596162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything about the place is whimsical and tastefully done. I always thought "cupcake" bakeries were overrated, but Bubblecake is the exception. The cupcakes aren't only pretty, they taste great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-6341378035233526774?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6341378035233526774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=6341378035233526774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6341378035233526774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/6341378035233526774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/saturdays-3-love-this-place.html' title='Saturday&apos;s #3 Love this place!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kg0Y-3-1H6k/TponeH5TzGI/AAAAAAAABAM/nMA6NeBBkXU/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-757973655955552686</id><published>2011-10-14T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:35:32.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth at a bargain, Brilliant, Sounds of a season</title><content type='html'>1. Great prices at the annual warehouse sale for Hanover linens. I stocked up on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Company Store&lt;/span&gt; brand items that are exactly what we needed for our winter bedding. I put the new mattress topper and comforter on #4's bed and found her asleep on it when I called her down for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;2. Clouds gave way to bright sunshine today, lighting up the colors of the trees.&lt;br /&gt;3. When I close my eyes, it's still autumn. The air sounds hollow, leaves rustle in the breeze and a lone cricket has lost its choir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-757973655955552686?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/757973655955552686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=757973655955552686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/757973655955552686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/757973655955552686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/warmth-at-bargain-brilliant-sounds-of.html' title='Warmth at a bargain, Brilliant, Sounds of a season'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8981667819142030289</id><published>2011-10-13T05:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:18:29.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you!, Make room, With marinara on the side</title><content type='html'>1. The backyard maple has varying shades of color from year to year. This year it is a bright, crimson red. The vivid color is startling whenever I glance out the kitchen window, especially on this dark and dreary day.&lt;br /&gt;2. He's brought home an ancient monster of a billiards table. Piece by piece, he disassembled it for transport and now he's reassembling it in our basement. The chutes for the balls are fascinating, skeletal works of rubber coated wire and clamps. The woodwork has been painted over, but we can see signs of its original, stately condition.&lt;br /&gt;3. We all look forward to homemade calzones for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8981667819142030289?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8981667819142030289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8981667819142030289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8981667819142030289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8981667819142030289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-see-you-make-room-with-marinara-on.html' title='I see you!, Make room, With marinara on the side'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-5728282594528831544</id><published>2011-10-12T17:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:06:08.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't think they taste that great, Rain and fog, Yankee Candle</title><content type='html'>1. Black cows congregate under an ancient pear tree, scarfing up pears as they fall with a loud "plump" onto the ground. They stand very still, staring at me while they chew and chew and chew.&lt;br /&gt;2. All sorts of rainfall today- downpours, drizzles and mists. In the misty episode, the rain was so fine that it caught on my eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;3. The salesclerk uses the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt; when describing the candle. Funny, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;candle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technology&lt;/span&gt; are two words I would never associate together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-5728282594528831544?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/5728282594528831544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=5728282594528831544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5728282594528831544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/5728282594528831544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-dont-think-they-taste-that-great-rain.html' title='I don&apos;t think they taste that great, Rain and fog, Yankee Candle'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1757490585417669235</id><published>2011-10-11T19:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:47:28.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGvSUVrCc2w/TpTVFMlsn5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/Syx5QeQPa6U/s1600/226079_254800117877715_174372645920463_954100_6930758_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGvSUVrCc2w/TpTVFMlsn5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/Syx5QeQPa6U/s400/226079_254800117877715_174372645920463_954100_6930758_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662384916766957458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1757490585417669235?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1757490585417669235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1757490585417669235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1757490585417669235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1757490585417669235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGvSUVrCc2w/TpTVFMlsn5I/AAAAAAAAA_c/Syx5QeQPa6U/s72-c/226079_254800117877715_174372645920463_954100_6930758_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3746745858007137556</id><published>2011-10-10T06:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T06:37:26.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the tank full, Displaying red, Bottle that</title><content type='html'>1. Schools are closed for the holiday which  means twelve miles less driving. There's still a piano lesson, but we leave straight from home and we run three other errands on the way to it. I am mindful of saving gas, one drop and dollar at a time.&lt;br /&gt;2. The burning bush is on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We're early, so we poke around a nearby antique shop. It has that good kind of old smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3746745858007137556?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3746745858007137556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3746745858007137556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3746745858007137556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3746745858007137556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/keeping-tank-full-displaying-red-bottle.html' title='Keeping the tank full, Displaying red, Bottle that'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-4742124116434172878</id><published>2011-10-08T06:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T07:39:56.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonfires- one reason why fall is my favorite season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_CvMbxi6SM/TpLXxOaHTWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Z932jaUdgcg/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUQfWJ60nsE/TpLMdyE86eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UTiAwqOhSck/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUQfWJ60nsE/TpLMdyE86eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UTiAwqOhSck/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661812493588949474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perfect fall weather and most of the kids' schedules came together for a bonfire weekend. There was a lot of rubble to burn from the trees Steve cut last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGb9oVSBYSY/TpLMdp1C0PI/AAAAAAAAA_E/tddgPzSoblI/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pGb9oVSBYSY/TpLMdp1C0PI/AAAAAAAAA_E/tddgPzSoblI/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661812491374743794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had the fire going when Steve returned from his week away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqZ6uP0DMu4/TpLMdWRhs6I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Tzg2SaKxuqs/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VqZ6uP0DMu4/TpLMdWRhs6I/AAAAAAAAA-8/Tzg2SaKxuqs/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661812486125499298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mugs of baked potato soup, hot dogs to roast on sticks, the fixings for s'mores and a Boston Cream Pie with candles for Matt's birthday were all carried out to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2hIm2LbEhw/TpLMdQvZ6II/AAAAAAAAA-0/slYSZYlu1kM/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2hIm2LbEhw/TpLMdQvZ6II/AAAAAAAAA-0/slYSZYlu1kM/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661812484640204930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea and Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_CvMbxi6SM/TpLXxOaHTWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Z932jaUdgcg/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_CvMbxi6SM/TpLXxOaHTWI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Z932jaUdgcg/s400/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661824922239323490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-4742124116434172878?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4742124116434172878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=4742124116434172878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4742124116434172878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/4742124116434172878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/bonfires-one-reason-why-fall-is-my.html' title='Bonfires- one reason why fall is my favorite season.'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUQfWJ60nsE/TpLMdyE86eI/AAAAAAAAA_M/UTiAwqOhSck/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3457800987906316222</id><published>2011-10-07T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T09:17:30.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of Fall's Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UgPPq6bvmQ/TpBLfw4joWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/D4dyPAnCrr4/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UgPPq6bvmQ/TpBLfw4joWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/D4dyPAnCrr4/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661107740674859362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. The nursery had bins of heirloom pumpkins and gourds in every color, shape and size. This one looks like it's made of terra cotta.&lt;br /&gt;2. Several years ago I stumbled upon a trick for preserving real leaves that works pretty well. (Those are real leaves under the pumpkin.) Iron them between sheets of waxed paper, just like we used to do when we were kids. Leave them for a day, then peel the paper off. The wax stays on the leaves and keeps them from browning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Caramel apples sit on a plate of buttered wax paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_DVy6Mjn0CE/TpBLRnGgrTI/AAAAAAAAA-k/0G4Y9DwzIao/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3457800987906316222?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3457800987906316222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3457800987906316222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3457800987906316222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3457800987906316222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-of-falls-favorites.html' title='Some of Fall&apos;s Favorites'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UgPPq6bvmQ/TpBLfw4joWI/AAAAAAAAA-s/D4dyPAnCrr4/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3890799638471921059</id><published>2011-10-06T06:55:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T07:35:20.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious weather, Preserved, What the...?</title><content type='html'>1. I took a few moments to sit outside and turn my face to the sun. A gentle breeze teased away the heat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Picked some leaves and ironed them in waxed paper : )&lt;br /&gt;3. This evening we heard a racket coming from outdoors in every  direction! The coyotes were howling and crisscrossing the fields. Adding  to the din was Daughter #3 playing a rabbit's distress call out the  window from her computer. I don't even know what to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3890799638471921059?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3890799638471921059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3890799638471921059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3890799638471921059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3890799638471921059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/glorious-weather-preserved-what.html' title='Glorious weather, Preserved, What the...?'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3736040237414354072</id><published>2011-10-05T06:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T03:18:34.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog hair, People hair, It's even waterproof</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMIeIUKhmD4/To2D7tWw-0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/90i4DTzt6hk/s1600/002%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMIeIUKhmD4/To2D7tWw-0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/90i4DTzt6hk/s400/002%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660325368485182274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Handsome Henri is sporting a pumpkin print bandanna from his groomer. Whatever product she uses on his coat, I would like for my own hair. His fur is downy soft and cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;2. There's a walk-in client waiting patiently for an opening at the hair salon. It's a small establishment, so he moves from chair to chair as customers come and go. His face bears an amused expression as he watches the different women having their hair done and listens to their conversations. I'm pretty sure he's enjoying the wait.&lt;br /&gt;3. For so many years, we made fun of and mimicked the commercials that say, "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" Now has come the time when we've had this installed for my mom. We all feel a peace of mind knowing help is there at the push of a button.&lt;br /&gt;She's determined never to need it : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3736040237414354072?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3736040237414354072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3736040237414354072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3736040237414354072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3736040237414354072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/dog-hair-people-hair.html' title='Dog hair, People hair, It&apos;s even waterproof'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FMIeIUKhmD4/To2D7tWw-0I/AAAAAAAAA-c/90i4DTzt6hk/s72-c/002%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1323726648621521628</id><published>2011-10-04T06:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T07:40:29.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reorganizing the wardrobe, Landscapes, Sorry! Sorry!</title><content type='html'>1. I feel like I have something new to wear when I take winter clothes out of storage. I haven't seen these old friends for several months and we're getting reacquainted. The lavender I had tucked into the trunk left them gently scented.&lt;br /&gt;2. The clouds form dramatic scenes on every horizon. They work well with the mountains, creating  breathtaking views.&lt;br /&gt;3. Green cherry tomatoes "Pop!" when I accidentally step on them in the garden. It's gross but also addicting- like stepping on bubble wrap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1323726648621521628?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1323726648621521628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1323726648621521628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1323726648621521628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1323726648621521628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/reorganizing-wardrobe-landscapes-sorry.html' title='Reorganizing the wardrobe, Landscapes, Sorry! Sorry!'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3735407502690770115</id><published>2011-10-02T06:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T13:51:35.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The eternal, unseen things, A new resident, As in Little Miss Sunshine</title><content type='html'>1.Today's sermon on &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/6gbdd48"&gt;2Corinthians 4:1-18&lt;/a&gt; was powerful and encouraging. I look forward to pondering over it this week.&lt;br /&gt;2. B. shared a large chunk of a flowering shrub from her garden. I had an empty spot just waiting to transplant it and I have high hopes for its success.&lt;br /&gt;3. We're joking with Tess about how to have fun at a dance. Big sister shows her some dance moves that have us cracking up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3735407502690770115?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3735407502690770115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3735407502690770115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3735407502690770115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3735407502690770115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/eternal-unseen-things-new-resident-as.html' title='The eternal, unseen things, A new resident, As in Little Miss Sunshine'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-3040886884919557574</id><published>2011-10-01T21:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:46:46.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly valued, Making Preparations, Autumn sound</title><content type='html'>1. Watching a load of compost being loaded into the back of our pick-up makes me want to jump and clap my hands. I love good dirt! I redid the raspberry and rhubarb patches, a portion of a perennial bed and prepared some of the trees for a planting of ground cover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Today was a cool and blustery day. Every so often a fit of wind brought leaves raining down. The wind and the clouds rushing across the sky said, "Hurry. hurry!".&lt;br /&gt;3. I heard Steve using the chainsaw, its lonely sound echoing off the woods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-3040886884919557574?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3040886884919557574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=3040886884919557574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3040886884919557574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/3040886884919557574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/10/highly-valued-making-preparations.html' title='Highly valued, Making Preparations, Autumn sound'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-8773000158512913211</id><published>2011-09-30T07:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T08:21:26.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's what moms do, Just hangin' out in the fridge, Keeping house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDKYWb82MWw/TocCoSTC_QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/h9LXKEMKzR8/s1600/Mari%2Bin%2Bfridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDKYWb82MWw/TocCoSTC_QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/h9LXKEMKzR8/s400/Mari%2Bin%2Bfridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658494347944066306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I told Tess I keep an eye on her while she's waiting at the bus stop every morning. She said, "What, are you stalking me?" and I said, "No. Think of it more like I'm your bodyguard." It made her smile.&lt;br /&gt;2. This photo of Marian : )&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm always inspired after a visit at B.'s. She creatively keeps her home warm and inviting, adding touches of the season and changing things up every so often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-8773000158512913211?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8773000158512913211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=8773000158512913211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8773000158512913211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/8773000158512913211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-what-moms-do-just-hangin-out-in.html' title='It&apos;s what moms do, Just hangin&apos; out in the fridge, Keeping house'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wDKYWb82MWw/TocCoSTC_QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/h9LXKEMKzR8/s72-c/Mari%2Bin%2Bfridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-1004807661870753731</id><published>2011-09-29T03:20:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:20:16.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Added to the collection, Revived, My next creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwPRTzgctic/ToV2Q0jS4xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aCqgA2B8rVo/s1600/crop-circle-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwPRTzgctic/ToV2Q0jS4xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aCqgA2B8rVo/s400/crop-circle-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658058538217562898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy of circlemakers.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Steve spotted a recipe in Reader's Digest, (of all places), and asked me to make it. It turned out to be a delicious side dish&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that I can't wait to make again. It reminds us of French Onion Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baked Onions with Gruyére&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5 medium, sweet onions such as Vidalia&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons extra virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 cup low sodium beef broth&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons Soy sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 cup finely shredded Gruyére&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons finely chopped fresh sage (I used dried)&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 °F. Coat shallow baking dish (large enough to hold 10 onions haves) with cooking spray.&lt;br /&gt;Trim about 1/4 inch off the top and bottom of onions so that halves will sit level in the pan. Cut onions in half crosswise and peel them. Arrange onion halves, cut side up, in baking dish.&lt;br /&gt;Brush exposed tops with olive oil and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Bake for 35 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;In a glass measuring cup, mix beef broth and soy sauce.remove dish from oven and pour sauce over onions. Return to oven and continue baking about 1 hour, basting occasionally. If liquid evaporates, add a little water.&lt;br /&gt;Remove dish from oven and sprinkle cheese and sage evenly over tops of onions. Bake 5-7 minutes more until cheese is nicely melted.&lt;br /&gt;Serves 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The change of seasons&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;renews my interest in cooking. Cooler weather adds more options to the menu, especially recipes that were too heavy to eat in the summer like stews and casseroles.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. I'm not fastidious about making tidy checkerboard patterns on our grass with the lawnmower. I make freestyle, circular lines that I imagine are more like &lt;a href="http://www.circlemakers.org/natgeo.html"&gt;crop patterns.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Steve put the &lt;a href="http://www.rd.com/food/baked-onions-with-gruyre-recipe/"&gt;recipe link&lt;/a&gt; under "Comments"  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-1004807661870753731?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1004807661870753731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=1004807661870753731&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1004807661870753731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/1004807661870753731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/09/added-to-collection-revived-my-next.html' title='Added to the collection, Revived, My next creation'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SwPRTzgctic/ToV2Q0jS4xI/AAAAAAAAA-M/aCqgA2B8rVo/s72-c/crop-circle-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2338243776387462255.post-7850094996721777189</id><published>2011-09-27T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:55:30.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What they're saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bit of conversation between teen daughter and friend. Apparently one can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: Have you ever seen his friend with the really clean gelled hair, and the rectangle glasses? He looks so... clean. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;F:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; No! I haven't but hygiene is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I  know it sounds reallllllly weird, but you look at him, and the first  words that come to mind are like, 'Windex', 'soap', 'Swiffer'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2338243776387462255-7850094996721777189?l=ajournalofdays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7850094996721777189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2338243776387462255&amp;postID=7850094996721777189&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7850094996721777189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2338243776387462255/posts/default/7850094996721777189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajournalofdays.blogspot.com/2011/09/bit-of-conversation-between-teen.html' title='What they&apos;re saying'/><author><name>Leonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04701518822526054010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4kfxJJqhTw/TxsGzA2NzcI/AAAAAAAABUA/us7phQ_wdm8/s220/005%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
