Life Happens on the Weekend

Resolution Checkup

Blogging on Tuesday.

I walked 5 out of the last 7 days.  (I was gone for a funeral one day)

Five letters done last week. 

All office work was done in the office except the estimate I did with Jim on the kitchen table this morning. 

I forgot the resolution that is making all this possible.  I am not spending all my time on facebook.  I check it every couple of days, especially my daughter's page since there might be photos of my grandchildren.  

I've discovered that my weeks fall into a pattern most of the time.  I get up, get dressed, make breakfast, have a quiet time, clean the kitchen, check the laundry, play the piano, tidy up a bit, go into the office.  

Then the fun begins.  I have second breakfast, put the laundry in the dryer and on it goes.

Lunch, more laundry, and either tidy up or say forget it all and knit for the rest of the afternoon until time to make supper.  

The weekends are more exciting.  Last weekend when we were up visiting my friend who started chemo and radiation last week, she gave me this cute little rooster dishcloth which makes a nice companion for the scrubby cloths I am making these days. 

A week isn't complete without a visit from some boys.  This was supposed to be a short visit.  But, like all kids, they dived into the toy room and when Mama was making noises about leaving they brought puzzles out, dumped them and then it's "We can't go until these are done!"

The table shows a little picture of my life: a plastic bag the puzzle lives in, my shawl pin, my felted potholder,  a letter started, a plastic jar to go to the recycle bin in the garage.

I was gone for a funeral Friday afternoon to Saturday afternoon, in my own stomping grounds.  When I got home Zane was there to stay over to Sunday.  What will go down in the annals at Gramma's house is Zane trying to walk on the ice on the pond and finding out what it is like to land in icy water waist deep.  I wasn't there, but after a warm bath, Zane was back in full form.

I came home to Zane in his pjs, and both of them all ready to make pancakes for supper.  At least they would have been all ready, except Jim didn't know where my mix (homemade) lives.  So, I said, "Zane, can you find the mix?"  He went right to it.  I have the directions on the container so those two mixed up the pancakes. Zane broke eggs and mixed them for scrambles.  Then, Jim cooked the eggs, while Zane poured and flipped pancakes and I microwaved some bacon.  

And we had supper. 

I had promised Zane that "next time" he could roast a marshmallow in the fireplace. 

We woke Sunday to a skiff of snow and single digit temps.  The clouds are rolling away.  

And since I'm not posting on facebook at the moment.  I'm posting this here.

"I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day."

I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;

I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.

The eye is a better pupil, more willing than the ear;

Fine counsel is confusing, but example is always clear,

And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,

For to see a good put in action is what everybody needs.

I can soon learn how to do it if you will let me see it done;

I can watch your hand in action, but your tongue too fast may run.

And the lectures you deliver may be very wise and true,

But I'd rather get my lesson by observing what you do.

For I may misunderstand you and the high advice you give,

But there is no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.

When I see a deed of kindness, I am eager to be kind.

When a weaker brother stumbles, and a strong man stands behind

Just to see if he can help him, then the wish grows strong in me

To become as big and thoughtful as I know that friend to be.

And all travelers can witness that the best of guides today

Is not the one who tells them, but the one who shows the way.

One good man teaches many; men believe what they behold;

One deed of kindness noted is worth forty that are told.

Who stands with men of honor learns to hold his honor dear,

For right living speaks a language which to everyone is clear.

Though an able speaker charms me with his eloquence, I say,

I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day.

-- Edgar A. Guest