For Today…Monday, January 12, 2008
Outside My Window…the sun is shining. the air is crisp, clean, cold. Morgan is crowing and all is right in the chicken yard.
I am thinking…of the changes upon us.
From the learning room…All rooms are learning rooms. I’ve been trying out many new recipes, stretching my skills in the kitchen. It’s time to pull out my knitting supplies try my hand.
I am thankful for…so much. I’m trying to take nothing for granted. We are so blessed.
From the kitchen…This morning I removed my first batch of yogurt from our food dehydrator. It’s in the refrigerator now…chilling. When it’s cool, I’ll taste it. The dishwasher waits to be unloaded…a cabinet door stands ajar. In a little while I’ll decide what to make for supper and get the preparations underway.
I am wearing…my pjs, a thick robe and my wooly slippers.
I am creating…plans in my mind for my next project.
I am going…no where today. Late yesterday afternoon I made a night deposit to avoid going out today. I’m enjoying the quiet, solitude of the morning.
I am reading…my Bible and Thru the Bible with J. Vernon McGee. It’s time to choose another book to read, but I’ve put it off. My brain is still recouping from the very busy Christmas season.
I am hoping…my DH’s plant doesn’t fold during the economic crunch, and that regardless to what happens I don’t forget for a minute Who holds us in His hand.
I am hearing…Glenn Beck on talk radio.
Around the house…the usual needs to be done. Shortly the washing machine will be put into action, and I’ll vacuum.
One of my favorite things…a fruit smoothie made with yogurt. I’m sipping on one now…banana seasoned with cardamom. It’s really yummy.
A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: Honestly, I have none…that won’t keep life from going on but at the moment, spontaneity sounds better to me than structured plans.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing…
bobber on blue pond…
Egg count as of the close of production January 11…175. Yesterday I bartered 1 1/2 dozen eggs and a head of cabbage from our garden for haircut for my DH and an end-trim for myself…not a bad trade.
Until next time…
Bad habits are like a comfortable bed: easy to into and hard to get out of. ~ unknown ~