Blessing #9: Strife of Packing and Tasty Donuts

The soft murmur of our coffee percolator sounded across the kitchen as I watched contemplating life. It seems a good place to contemplate—in front of a bubbling coffee percolator. It helped me think through everything, at least.

It was a big day ahead of studying, applying for this and that in our new state, checking on my financial aid (foot tapping in expectation), and applying to nearly 5 more scholarships. I think by now I have about 15 that I’ve applied to this month.

It’s been quite a humbling day. The bright sun glinted through my window as I awoke and I have had quite a sunny happy day today.

I’ve been all “wired up“ as I think my fiancé put it because of all the packing that needs done. I find packing fun. So at least that makes the process a little less dreary.

This morning, we ran to our favorite coffee shop (well one of our top favorites at least). The car, which is packed to the gills, literally, is now “toothless” from her front bumper hanging lopsided.

Funny story for another post! 😜

On the way home we stopped at the local grocery store to pick up some bread for our tuna sandwiches we’ll be making tonight. My lovely fiancé added in a donut as a little “don’t stress” treat.

As, we walked out bags in hand, I saw across the street a shining garage sale sign. Heehee, one of my favorite things!

And wowzer, friends, this lady was selling things without prices. Offering whatever price you thought was best for the item. We got a great deal on a car neck pillow brand new and a couple of new phone covers!

Bubbles on my Latte and Pink Polish

My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.

The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.

I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.

Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a

So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.

Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.

Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.

So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams,received_626271504545193.jpeg I step boldly into my day.

 

God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!

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Smears of Blueberry Cream Cheese Frosting

Frosting smeared across Chris’s little chin as he clapped his hands in glee. Chris was one of my friend’s toddlers. We were all gathered tonight for a going away party for my dear friend Clarise. For the occasion, I had ramped up my baking abilities to bake my first cake post-surgery. And, oh joyous day! I can do planks again! Though the boot does prove quite a contrivance. Hopping back to the whole cake deal. Last night, I made a vanilla cake with lemon-blueberry frosting. Quite scrumptious, indeed.

And I would post a photo but my phone died directly after the cake was frosted, so my apologies. Perhaps in a later post, I will post a picture of a SLICE, that is if it hasn’t been already munched up! It was a crowd pleaser!

These are some shots I took! 🙂

 

Blueberry Cake

Vanilla bean cake with fresh blueberry lemon cream cheese frosting.

Dontbeblueeatcake

Vanilla bean cake with Fresh Blueberry-Lemon cream cheese frosting

 

 

Having a Ball, Prosecco and a Jolly New Years

As I skillfully balanced on my scooter I popped the cap of a bottle of Prosecco to toast yet another great year folding into the seems of time and the hailing in of another. As my knitting needles whispered

Quite an entrance for the new year blown in on the shoulders of a furious wind! The room was filled with a coziness that created reading almost as a necessity.

 

Snowy Barn

Snowy Country Barn

I pulled at the two strands of yarn as they glided through my needles their noise resonating throughout the quiet living room. The needles I’m working with a size 19 circular needles which I think are quite whily to control.

I’m undertaking my first hand-knit blanket and it’s coming along quite dapperly. Its color reminds me of salty olives, the ones you find at fancy venues or on top of sandwiches. That’s almost the exact color! Undeniably salty, indeed, quite a necessity in the dead of winter. I knit double yarn for the first time, which is when you knit with two strands of yarn, not just one.

It bulked up quite readily and is delightfully warm!

Stitch-in-time

A Stitch in Time Saves Nine.

 

Quite an entrance for the new year blown in on the shoulders of a furious wind! The room was filled with a coziness that created reading almost as a necessity. Quite chilly too!

Such an amazing year filled with happy conversations, great expectations, achievements, and new beginnings. The burnt ends of my first collegiate endeavors put out with a star of achievement. The year was like a hand-stitched quilt, piece by piece changing the appearance of the quilt ever so slightly with every stitch of time. The loose stitches, carried from last year, eventually fading into oblivion. The loose stitches, taken out and reworked like any challenge in life. Every predicament we endure must be worked and reworked to create something magnificent in the end- a beautiful hand-stitched quilt. Every patch of the quilt representing a time period or some new endeavor. Stitched with time to represent a magnificent time of our life.

I’m very grateful for my family and that I miraculously am still living. God has done amazing things in my life and God willing will provide and help me through the rest of it.

For now, my friends, raise a glass and Hurrah for a jolly New Year! And God Bless!