It seems I wrote last night’s entry and then fell into bed before posting it. Hmmm…..
Bill had a coughing spell that woke me up at 6:45 Saturday morning so I got up and put the coffee on. It was cold outside and inside so I bundled up until the house warmed up. I got a package ready to mail off to Wanda. Once I was done with the mail I went back and serged around a fleece blanket that had a cute dog print. I spent the rest of the day winding yarn and making other preparations for the Fiber Friends “do” next Wednesday. In the process of looking for a good crochet hat pattern I crocheted a hat but wasn’t happy with it. I found another one which I hope will suffice. I have to have something for any crocheters who turn up.
I still have about seven things on my “to do” list for the weekend. Hmmm….. I was tired by nine o’clock last night in bed by 9:45. I set the alarm fifteen minutes earlier than my usual Sunday morning wakeup so I could get to church by 7:45 and help Connie set up our Fiber Friends display. Church went well as did our little display. We signed up another five or six ladies today so hopefully we’ll have 20 or more. Time will tell. We talked to people between services and again after church. Once everyone was done Connie, TK and I packed up all of our things and I headed for home about one.
On the way home I thought about the minestrone soup Bill brought me on Friday and that’s what I had for lunch. Bill made his version of a muffuletta before time for the Academy Awards doings to start. Nadine came over to bring me some small plastic bins. We had tea and visited. She was chatty today so we had a good visit. Right after she left my sister came online on Messenger. We haven’t talked in awhile so it was good to catch up with her.
Linda’s “big” news was her recent fall at work (2/9). She was walking along not looking where she was going and ran into a planter. As she told the story, “The planter is actually a small retaining wall for a dumb ugly rock garden. I hit the wall at shin level and was propelled into the rock garden where I landed face down----but luckily I held my head up. I was bleeding from my left elbow and my clothes got all dusty and dirty. I immediately got bruises on my knees, shins, and left ankle. My ankle started to swell----and looked ugly. I climbed out of the rocks....which were all the size of my fist and went back to my office and wondered how I walked into this wall, which usually has a long bench in front and back of where it juts out into the walkway. That's when it dawned on me------yep, some dummy had removed the benches, so anyone could walk right into this stupid retaining wall.”
I tried not to laugh as she told me this but it was funny to picture in my mind as she described it. They sent her to ER to get checked over. Nothing was broken but her right knee is still bothering her and that is the one on which she had surgery five or six years ago. – of course! Isn’t that always the way? We finished catching up on the news and she went off to find something to eat. Speaking of eating, we both bemoaned all the weight we’ve gained and decided we’d trying dieting “together” from afar. We’ll see how that goes.
We sang the following hymn in church today. It is one I grew up with and brought to mind the years with Clint. The hymn was written by Karolina Sandell Berg who was born on October 3, 1832 at Froderyd, Sweden. At age 26, she ac¬com¬pa¬nied her fa¬ther on a boat trip across Lake Vättern to Gö¬te¬borg but tragedy occurred before the destination was reached. The ship gave a sudden lurch and Lina's father fell overboard and drowned before the eyes of his devoted daughter. From this experience came the precious hymn.
Day By Day
Day by day and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Give unto each day what He deems best;
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
Ev'ry day the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counselor and Pow'r.
The protection of His child and treasure,
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
"As your days, your strength shall be in measure,"
This the pledge to me He made.
Help me then in ev'ry tribulation,
So to trust Your promises, O Lord;
That I lose not faith's sweet consolation,
Offered me within Your holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E'er to take, as from a Father's hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till I reach the promised land.
Hi Diane. Was finally able to get out cyberwalking again and wanted to check on you and see what you were up to ... 
Hi Carol, I get a "lump in my chest" reading your thoughts that you share .. thanks for reminding us how life is a 
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