Shelley, The Person

Here's the guestwiter (and I really am a guest at this time!) slipping into the author's chair again, and happily it's not because Shelley is too sick to write. Many of the people who read this blog know Shelley very, very well, but through the last couple months this blog has collected quite a few people who don't actually know Shelley.   Here are a few random images that may express who Shelley "is."

This admonition on the "to do" list board on the refrigerator is "pure Shelley." It has been on the board for the last couple months, put there before Shelley knew that she would be among the sick or the weak. 

Shelley is a lover of great literature, and collects and remembers special quotes from what she's read.  I found this little book that she put together quite a while ago. 

Too bad every single page couldn't be included.  

Her decorating in honor of her Deere husband.

A real homemaker, as is evidenced by the well stocked larder.

Some of what you see here was done this year by helpful friends and family.

Some people keep a Bible on the coffee table as decoration, but in this household it's more of a utility.  Everyone is enjoying Grandpa Kleeb's old giant print Bible. 

This is the brick house that has been home for them most of their married years. It's not quite in town, and it's not quite out of town.

We get to see this cheery little sprite go off to school every morning.

Sometimes she leaves notes behind

that leave us with watery eyes

and squishy hearts.

It's a day brightener when the grandboys stop by

and their parents.

People often ask how Jim is doing.....
Pretty well, I'd say.
This seems to be part of his therapy

You know raising chickens is the rising trend, and it has hit this household too.
I'm glad to consign that to the "been there done that" status,
but Jim loves those chickens.  They somewhat earn their keep now.

Probably don't need a picture of this, but if you ever do the naso/sinus surgery and treatment thing, you will need box after box of tissues.  Also, a clipboard for writing notes will come in handy when your voice is zapped by the treatments.

This is the morning view from their house, looking to the east.  It's the sunrise, the beginning of a new day.  Just like with Shelley, the night time of treatment is receding, and there are hints of light peeking through.

"Favor is deceitful and beauty is vain, but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised."