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Holidays wouldn’t be holidays without the food that goes along with them, and at our house, Halloween isn’t left out.
I have several books of quotes, a must have for any writer’s office, and several mornings a week, I open it just to see if I can find a new and inspirational one.
I think the one I found yesterday is appropriate for the Living Large Blog.
Isn’t that so true? How many times do we dismiss the little things in our life, not thinking they will matter much in the end, when in reality, it may be something that will stick with us for the rest of our lives?
I’m reminded of one of the many times my mother and I were driving home from an ordinary trip to the grocery store. It was a beautiful spring day and the car in front of us had a message waxed onto its’ back window: “Seniors, we’re outta here!” (more…)
There’s a feeling I get on Sunday evenings. It’s a sort of lonely feeling that occurs after I realize that we’re just hours away from a set routine again.
When the alarm goes off on Monday morning, my husband will be gone for most of the waking hours of the week and I’ll be here working and keeping the home fires burning (literally, if it is cold outside) with just the dogs for company.
Yesterday evening felt particularly lonely as we also had to say goodbye to our good friends and neighbors down the road. They’ve become our second family down here.
They still live in Kansas City full time and usually commute down here every other week. However, they have a full family social calendar this fall and will not be back until sometime in December.
We had a really good time meeting their son and daughter-in-law this past weekend and sharing a meal with them on Saturday night. Their home overlooks the lake and provides spectacular views at sunset.
Late yesterday afternoon, Dale and I took the dogs for an off leash romp toward their end of the road, where vacant vacation homes stand overlooking the vast blue waters of Bull Shoals Lake, and met our friends as they were pulling out of their drive. Theirs is the last occupied house at that end and once we pass their driveway, it is very secluded.
This plant doesn’t exactly fit into a small space. It’s way too big for The Little House and by the time winter is done, I’m ready to be rid of it from The Belle Writer’s Studio.
In the summer, it thrives on the party deck on the house (apparently loving hot, humid weather with direct sun), which is at least 50 yards from the Belle Writer’s Studio.
This year, Dale backed the truck up to the deck and rolled the plant out as far as he could and got it onto the tailgate. He then only had to lift the 200+ pound plant onto the covered front porch of the writer’s studio and we rolled it via a plant roller the rest of the way.
Sometimes I think I should have found another home for it, maybe a nice big atrium in one of those huge hotels or office buildings in the city, but how would I know it would have been taken care of?
My mother-in-law gave me this plant over 23 years ago as a wedding shower gift when it was just a wee tike in a small container. When she “showered” me with this gift, I had the distinct reputation of not being able to keep any plant alive.
I awoke one day last weekend with possibly the worst headache I’ve ever had in my life, and Tylenol wasn’t helping, so by mid-day I was afraid I might have come down with the H1N1 flu. It is rampant in the Ozarks right now and schools throughout the region are closing.
Luckily, the headache finally subsided when my husband finally brought me my sinus medications and I was able to down some.
Keeping germs confined to one person is pretty tough in The Little House, that’s why I still insist we both take the flu shot. We got into the habit when I was caring for my elderly mother, who had a chronic lung disease, and we’ve continued taking it to keep our immune systems strong.
I might be a little more paranoid over the flu than the average person.
The deadly effects of the disease was all too real for my family as my father, who was the youngest of 13 children, lost a majority of his older siblings to the Spanish flu pandemic in 1918.
They too lived in a very small, 2-room house in rural Clarksville, Arkansas.
After reading a colleague’s blog about how she is trying to give back this year by Paying it Forward, I decided to do it as well.
It’s been a tough year for a lot of people and I know sometimes the challenges have really gotten me down here at The Little House.
However, when I look at what all I have – our health (including the fact that one of our daughters made it through a brave and lengthy battle with a scary disease), our beautiful Fearsome Four, my friends, The Little House and The Belle Writer’s Studio, our land here, and the fact that we are working – I know the universe is smiling on us.
I could say that the weather has gone to the dogs around here. It has been rainy, nasty and cold, but that wouldn’t be a fair statement, because my dogs don’t even like it.
This month should be Indian Summer around here in the Ozarks. Instead, it has has been the 4th coldest on record and the 8th wettest.
For a brief moment yesterday, I thought the sun might pop out. I really think the dogs even noticed the change in light in The Belle Writer’s Studio, but it faded before even really gaining any momentum, and they did again as well.
We’re expecting a frost on Saturday morning and they’re calling for a hard freeze by Sunday morning. This isn’t supposed to be happening here, not in mid-October. We moved to the south, just far enough to have a change in seasons, but to also have a little longer warm season. We tolerate the humidity and bugs in the summer so we can have better weather for longer.
There was even the year we celebrated New Year’s Eve on the party deck – until Midnight – with just a jacket.