More from NE

Sadly you may not see much writing around here for awhile. Papers and more papers and on very deep subjects will captive my mind for the next few months. I do hope to escape to the dreamy writing world of "Anne" every so often though. However will try and put up some pictures. Starting with a few from my stay in NE

A poor little fawn that lots its way.

My aunt and her first grandbaby.

Just too sweet.

Selah

The Lord is my Shepard

I shall not want

He makes me lie down in green pastures

He leads me beside still waters

After a week of completely new, scary, and exciting experiences. My soul found rest in these words last night. God is by my side. For that I'm very thankful. Only He knows the noise of my heart. I shall rest in that, forever.

Life in Nebraska

Life of late has been lots of fun. Outings and cooking every day certainly leaves little room for complaining. Take a peak into my life in NE. More pictures here.



I got to see the famous OmahaZoo. I was very exited and I can't wait to got again. Although I must say its quite a feat pushing wheel chairs up those hills:)

Oatmeal Pies, very good but not so good for the waistline.

We walked to Iowa and over the river by way of the new bridge.

Modeling my new outfit for you mom. I love the way you tailored the blouse.

Life in Someone Else's Kitchen

Life has been quite busy lately. Packing up nearly all your earthly belongings does take time. Shopping is quite fun but even I grew weary after 4 trips in a week.

Staying at my aunt's has been a welcome relaxing experience. Two of my cousins are staying here as well this month and I get to help take care of them (they have disabilities). Much to my delight I've been doing lots of cooking. Graciously I'm allowed to make whatever I fancy. Naturally I couldn't be happier. Everything I'm assured is good and we take lots of walks to keep our figures trim:) Being me though there have been some blunders...

I picked up the delectable looking chocolate pie my aunt had made for the church potluck. Thinking all the while perhaps some else more graceful should carry this. Safely the pie arrived to the van and carefully onto the floor. Quite soon the pie wasn't quite so lovely for it received a rude implant from my sandal. Gladly there was a very sturdy plastic lid or I'm not sure the pie would have graced the table.

The very next day I passed the cookies and half of them slid onto the table. Good thing nobody asked for the milk:)

Baking cookies was I when I broke the measuring cup. Not 5 minutes later I broke the spatula. Later I scratched the baking sheets!

Honestly I don't try to be so hard on things. Gadgets never break at home. Well I suppose my mixer doesn't work as because it's been dropped so much. But you know sometimes accidents just happen.

I think I'd just be happier of they happened less. Perhaps I won't say that so far no one has fallen ill from my cooking. Because you never know that could be tomorrows blog post:)

Looking through my Window

For the next 2 weeks I'm staying with my Aunt and Uncle. You shall hear my thoughts more frequently written from the dreamy blue and white sun porch. Seeing as we are approaching a move you will find many thoughts as I reflect on my childhood home. Today is just the start.
I took it in, the very faded worn carpet beneath my feet. An oval mirror framed my face set in the dresser which belonged to the bedroom set once used by my mother in her girlish days. My hat collection hung neatly on the wall waiting for a tea party. A faded nosegay of flowers lay on the dresser. Tagged with a note which read “to Aunt Bethanne from Janel”. Under the dark lashes my eyes took a final glance and then for what might be forever I walked out of my childhood room.

Living in a house with 3 brothers meant I had my own sleeping quarters. So the room with the wide bay widows and the sweeping red carpet came to be mine. Though I hear it was once my brothers. Thankfully there are little after affects of their short stay in my room. However I wouldn’t have minded a roommate. For I’m not one to be alone much.

Little time did I actually spend in my room. For I found it more enjoyable to be around other people. Or was it the fact I just like a cleaner environment? I’m afraid my room was not always in presentable order. Although it got a top to bottom cleaning on Saturday. I recall on one occasion mom was giving a tour of her immaculate house and then she came to my room. I doubt many surfaces were visible. Let’s not mention the articles of certain clothing that were probably lying about. Not easily embarrassed I proudly gave the tour. Refusing the offer given by our guests for some time to spiff up a bit. Now I might be embarrassed by our guest’s impression however I choose to believe they don’t remember.

My lack of cleaning was because of not because I didn’t in enjoy being Cinderella. On the contraire I loved cleaning my room. Especially if my cleaning spree involved rearranging. Having the same order could never do for me. Quite often the bed was moved along with the book shelf, dresser, vanity, rocker, table, and whatever else there was. Yes everything had to be moved. I shudder to think of my house some day. Will my husband ever know where anything is?

I’m not too much of a decorator I’m afraid. Although as the years went by 3 sets of curtains hung in my room. Bears were my decor of choice. No secret was it I liked them and I received many for various occasions. I set them about everywhere loving their warm friendly faces. Recently I discovered my faithful friends setting in my closet. Lovingly I wrapped them up and stored them away for a future time when they will be needed once again.
I won’t you to hear more of my room and so you will… another day!