So, here are a few blessings from the week:
1. Lots of work getting done at my childhood home this past week. Many boxes went to the thrift store and book drop, and two truckloads went to the dump (including an old freezer which was being used to store woolens). Thankful for the help of two strong grandsons on Saturday to get that freezer up the cellar stairs!
Below you see one of the interesting items Josiah found. My guess is that it was a gift to my mother on her high school, or possibly college, graduation. Office supplies in a wooden holder, meant to look like books on a shelf. I did a little research and found that Dennison made quite a few varieties of these sets. Some of the "cabinets" are larger and more detailed than this one. There was even a set to hold sewing notions!
2. Going out to lunch on Monday. After a long walk in the wind, and some tests requiring fasting, it was so restorative to relax and enjoy a nice freshly made sandwich, some hot coffee, and homemade potato chips at The Common Man Roadside. Dare I admit we also had a coffee date at McDonalds yesterday in the middle of grocery shopping?
Getting to have four of our local grands with us for a good bit of time on Tuesday during the snowstorm. Grampa took the boys for a long snowshoe hike, while Julia read and Ari played. Grampa made his famous waffles for supper and we also had blueberry and strawberry sauces, maple syrup, bacon and little sausages. Those last two items are a special treat, enjoyed only when we have company or grandchildren over.
4. Several sweet phone conversations this week. I spoke with both of my daughters, with my dear young friend Jennifer, and with granddaughter Emily out in Nevada. Emily and I share some cooking and crafting interests, so it's good to catch up with one another.
5. Getting a bit of decluttering done in a couple of kitchen cabinets. I have a LONG way to go, but was so encouraged this week when I sorted out some mixing bowls, some salad bowls, and a bunch of cookie cutters. Some went into the trash, some are going to the thrift store and many of the cookie cutters are going to a friend who doesn't have any. (Don't worry; I am getting bowls that I like better that were my mother's, and am still reserving plenty of cookie cutters for my own use. Just thinning out a bit.)
|Illustration from an old Gooseberry Patch catalog|