"We won't always know whose lives we
touched and made better for our having
cared, because actions can sometimes have
unforeseen ramifications. What's important
is that you do care and you act."
~ Charlotte Lunsford
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Tip for a Tuesday....
Before.....
After!
Baking soda.
Apply with your fingers or a sponge.
Easy Peasy!
Monday, February 24, 2014
A Monday memory....
Yesterday, Sunday, one of my neighbors decided to take advantage of the slightly warmer weather and do a little work outside in his front yard.
With a power washer.
For what seemed like a very.... long.... time.
Perhaps I'm just getting old and cranky, but I was really annoyed when I first heard it.
What happened to the Sundays of old? The"Day of rest." For everyone.
As a child I would rise early Sunday morning and quickly gobble down a bowl of cereal while watching cartoons, (on our black and white TV) in hopes of meeting the minimum three hour requirement of fasting before Church.
Dressing up in our Sunday best, the family would head off for 12:30 Mass. Driving home, we would make a stop at the Hillsdale bakery for hard rolls (bagels were not yet in fashion) and crumb cake. Two fat bundles of the Sunday papers were also scooped up, one of which held the coveted comics section.
The afternoon would be spent with the papers sprawled out on the living room floor. This might be followed up with a board game or watching an old movie on TV. If the weather was warm, my siblings and I would often spend hours on the swing set or head off into the woods, not returning until dinner time.
No shopping at the malls. No cleaning. Best of all - no annoyingly loud power tools.
Just the soothing sounds of nature outside or of family conversation inside. And quite often, just "The sounds of silence," as Simon and Garfunkel used to croon.
I think there is something to be said for having one day a week when you can completely rest and relax. A day which can be the catalyst to restoring a sense of inner peace, enabling one to tackle the week ahead and all that life has in store.
It could be that my neighbor is far too young to remember those days.
His loss.
Unfortunately, mine too, it would seem.
With a power washer.
For what seemed like a very.... long.... time.
Perhaps I'm just getting old and cranky, but I was really annoyed when I first heard it.
What happened to the Sundays of old? The"Day of rest." For everyone.
As a child I would rise early Sunday morning and quickly gobble down a bowl of cereal while watching cartoons, (on our black and white TV) in hopes of meeting the minimum three hour requirement of fasting before Church.
Dressing up in our Sunday best, the family would head off for 12:30 Mass. Driving home, we would make a stop at the Hillsdale bakery for hard rolls (bagels were not yet in fashion) and crumb cake. Two fat bundles of the Sunday papers were also scooped up, one of which held the coveted comics section.
The afternoon would be spent with the papers sprawled out on the living room floor. This might be followed up with a board game or watching an old movie on TV. If the weather was warm, my siblings and I would often spend hours on the swing set or head off into the woods, not returning until dinner time.
No shopping at the malls. No cleaning. Best of all - no annoyingly loud power tools.
Just the soothing sounds of nature outside or of family conversation inside. And quite often, just "The sounds of silence," as Simon and Garfunkel used to croon.
I think there is something to be said for having one day a week when you can completely rest and relax. A day which can be the catalyst to restoring a sense of inner peace, enabling one to tackle the week ahead and all that life has in store.
It could be that my neighbor is far too young to remember those days.
His loss.
Unfortunately, mine too, it would seem.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Tip for a Tuesday....
I highly recommend this sweet film.
If you've seen and enjoyed the films listed at the top of the poster, such as Love Actually,
then you are absolutely certain to love this one.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Thursday's Thought for the Day....
~ Robert Brault
Found this on Pinterest.
Something to ponder on this stormy day....
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Tip for a Tuesday....
Setting the oven temperature to....
at least ten degrees higher than what is called for.
The Englishman and I are devoted fans of the British series The Great British Bake Off.
I've learned a vast number of tips from the show. One important one has been the realization that if I am baking, the minute I open the door the temperature inside the oven begins to drop.
Solution?
I set the temperature at least ten degrees higher when turning on the oven. After placing my item inside, I turn off the oven then quickly turn it back on to the actual desired temperature.
And voila! Baking can immediately commence at the required heat.
Precious baking time is not wasted while waiting for the oven to come back up to temperature.
Easy Peasy.
Now..."Ready, set, BAKE!"
Monday, February 10, 2014
A Monday Memory.....
Thirty five years ago, February 11, 1979,
we promised to love and care for one another,
for the rest of our lives.
And it just gets better and better and better.....
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