Theme Song Thursday: Do Want to Build a Snowman?

5 Mar

Shannon Hale

“The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.” 
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The heavenly flakes fell silently during the night, blanketing the earth with a crisp white blanket of pearls. Forget that…it was dang cold, slippery and most of the schools were closed AGAIN! On the bright side, the sun was glorious this morning and it all started to melt. I was even able to get out for a lovely walk in the afternoon. 
All those homebound kiddos were out early building snowmen, sledding and enjoying the fleeting pleasures of winter’s veil.
Sometimes I feel like this! Let’s go out and build a snowman!


Neighborhood kids built a snowman.



Wednesday: What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin’…Soup and an Ice Storm

5 Mar

It occurs to me now that I have never seen the ice-storm put upon canvas, and have not heard that any painter has tried to do it. I wonder why that is. Is it that paint cannot counterfeit the intense blaze of a sun-flooded jewel?

~Mark Twain

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What a whacky Wednesday. I got out for a drizzly walk this morning, and was able to run some errands before the rain got too bad. I stopped at the store as did most of North Texas in preparation for the big ice storm this evening. I wanted to make some potato soup. Perfect hearty soup for a cold stormy day.

Well, you know me. (Maybe you don’t, but now you do.) I can’t just make a little soup. I have to make a huge cauldron of soup. Besides that, I usually have to take a video and/or take pictures to go along with every endeavor.

http://youtu.be/vCAPuBMyYsw



(No recipe recipe…I don’t use one.)

I sautéed 2 large onions in a stick of butter in a really big pot. (Casuela)

Added about 5tbs flour to make a roux (I had to look up the spelling)

Add a can of chicken broth, just because I had one, it’s optional, use water

Add 5 cans of cream of chicken soup, or 2 great big ones and more water. (Maybe 5 cans…you’ll know)

1 can of green chile (they’re not hot)

1 can Rotelle diced tomato with chile (because I had one and adds a little zing)

5 lbs cooked diced potatoes with skins (because I’m lazy)

I can of corn optional. I like it.

Then lots of garlic powder, little salt and pepper to taste and the secret ingredient…about 2 or 3 tbs of lemon juice. Heat till bubbly and yummy.

THE END

Oh yes, the wine in the picture didn’t go in the soup. It went in a glass and my tummy.



By the time I was done with the soup, the ice was pelting at the windows. I looked outside and my neighbor Kathy, across the street, had just pulled into her garage. I grabbed a big bowl and aluminum foil and shared some of my soup with her. The walk up her driveway was like a skating rink. She just texted me that it was delicious. I will have to concur!



I’m ready! I have plenty of soup!

Tuesday: Tough Times Take Time and an Umbrella

4 Mar
“When tough times come, it is particularly important to offset them with much gentle softness. Be a pillow.” 
― Vera NazarianThe Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

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“When the going gets tough, the tough go to Zumba, go for a walk in the rain, visit friends, and go to lunch.”

~ Me

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Well, the snow is pretty much all melted here in McKinney.( For now, more in the forecast for tomorrow. Yikes! ) BUT, it did decided to rain, mist and be foggy and gloomy all day. WAIT…what is that song? “And the skies are not cloudy all day.” Wrong! Oh, yes they are!

I’ve been going so stir crazy this past week, that today after a fun and furious  hour of Zumba, I came home, threw on my wooly hat, hooded ND jacket, and went for a long walk in the rain. I rationalized that I was going to take a shower anyway, so what’s a little more water.





After that, I went over to the Square and visited with Miss Kathy and Miss Elizabeth at Sweet Spot Bakery, then later, met Karen and Miss Eleanor at Le Madeline for a 3 hour late lunch.

“When tough times come, it is particularly important to offset them with much gentle softness. Be a pillow.” 
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I AM A PILLOW…OR I NEED A PILLOW…WHATEVER WORKS!

Montage Monday:A Week in a Peek on a Bleak Day

3 Mar

“It was a grey day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far hopes and clear visions. It was a day easily associated with those abstract truths and purities that dissolve in the sunshine or fade out in mocking laughter by the light of the moon. The trees and clouds were carved in classical severity; the sounds of the countryside had harmonized to a monotone, metallic as a trumpet, breathless as the Grecian urn.”


― F. Scott FitzgeraldThis Side of Paradise

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“It was a dark and stormy night.” I just like to say that for my writer friends because it makes them cringe. But, it was a dark and gloomy Monday. For my excitement, I went to Baylor to pick up a prescription and stopped at Walgreens just to get out of the house. Even in the gloom and doom, I went out for a long walk from around 2-4 in the afternoon. The rest of the day was wasted away and thrown to the wind. Don’t you just love winter?

A week in a peek.





Sunday Sermon: Sacrifice

1 Mar


Zayn Malik

“Life is funny. Things change, people change, but you will always be you, so stay true to yourself and never sacrifice who you are for anyone.” 
― Zayn Malik
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Finally!!! I ventured out of the house today. When I looked out the window to check out the streets this morning, they were a little icy in spots, but not too bad. I gleefully got dressed into my “Sunday goin’ to meetin” clothes and arrived safely, and early, I might add, for 9 o’clock Mass. I allowed extra time for road conditions, which allowed extra kneeling time to give thanks for A…getting me to church safely and B…getting me out of the house.
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Today’s sermon was about sacrifice. God asked Abraham to sacrifice his only son, Isaac. AND…Abraham was all set to do it!
Here’s my take on this story. Abraham was a much better person than I could ever be. Sorry! If God asked me to sacrifice my son, I would say, “No way! Take me instead!” I would sacrifice my life for my children, but I would NEVER sacrifice them for anything or anyone. But, then again, God would never ask me to do that. 
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Reading 1

GN 22:1-2, 9A, 10-13, 15-18

God put Abraham to the test.
He called to him, “Abraham!”
“Here I am!” he replied.
Then God said:
“Take your son Isaac, your only one, whom you love, 
and go to the land of Moriah.
There you shall offer him up as a holocaust 
on a height that I will point out to you.”
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I think the Gospel is telling us that great sacrifices are often asked of us, but we just have to be willing to do our best. 
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On a brighter note, here are the pictures that greet me every single morning. This is what I’d sacrifice my life for. I’m sure many of you feel the same. 



This is what I see with my eyes.(high school graduation pictures, so not current)



This is what I see in my heart. Seems like yesterday. Wasn’t it?



Saturday Synopsis: Sitting Around All Day…AGAIN

1 Mar

“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.” 

― Bill Watterson

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The ice and snow still hasn’t melted. The news and various on-line agencies suggested staying home unless it was very important. My morning writing group was cancelled, so another morning of staying under the covers until afternoon. Here is the synopsis of my day. Check email and Facebook, drink tea, more Facebook, go through some old artwork, hang one painting, more tea and watch television. That’s it! It’s 8:15 pm and I haven’t eaten yet, just a handful of peanuts.



Here is one of my paintings that I hung up in my piano room. This is one of my favorites, so it needed a special place. Oh yes, I also played the piano a while. Did I mention, I don’t know how to play? I just tinker and play by ear. Boy, is my ear tired! (Little humor)

I pretty much wasted the entire day. My bottom is sore from all the sitting I’ve been doing. Oh yes, I also went out to the mailbox and got yesterday’s and today’s mail. I actually contemplated putting on my gym shoes and going for a walk, but then decided that if I slipped on the ice and broke a hip, then I’d be doing a whole lot more sitting around. 

Tomorrow, I look forward to going to church. I’m going to pray for warmer weather!



My painting, acrylic 16×20.



“There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.” 

― Bill Watterson

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I’ve had enough time to do all the nothing I want.

Friday: Frozen and Frenzy

28 Feb
“Nothing is as tedious as the limping days,
When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways,
And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom,
Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom” 
― Charles BaudelaireParis Spleen

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It was snowing most the day, big beautiful flakes that blanketed the roof tops and lawns in a shimmering veil of gossamer. OK, enough BS. It was a bloody cold and yucky day! I was so cold and crazed that I sat under the covers with a cup of tea and my ipad on my lap until well past noon. 

I was going stir crazy. I found myself playing the piano. Guess what? I don’t know how to play piano, that’s how bored I was. I washed dishes, cleaned the kitchen, paid some bills and went upstairs and tackled the craft room. Now, that’s a project! I can spend hours just sorting brushes and markers. But, I did stumble upon another stash of long lost watercolors that I’d forgotten about.



My craft room will never be neat or complete. It’s a work in progress, with no beginning and no end. Any artist will tell you that there will always be another project and you can never have enough art supplies.



Well, even though I was crazy and bored, I have to admit, the snow was beautiful. And, this being Texas, it won’t last too long. 



This is the view from my front door. That’s as far as I went. I didn’t even go out to get the mail. Maybe tomorrow?



I like this idea. Now, where’s my hair dryer?

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