MOVING RIGHT ALONG.

I had an unexpected burst of energy Saturday and pulled out all my Christmas decorations.  I can't believe that I still have a lot.  Much of it has gone along the way to others I know and some I don't by way of Goodwill or some other (trash.)  I worked till I was so tired.  I like my tablescape at my hall entrance.  I was so glad to see my little clothes pin dolls dressed as carolers.  With much of Amy's loan, I created something to make you smile. (I hope).  My tier table at my front door holds my Angel collection.  So like me.  Childish and hodge podge.  Like I say--ME.  I saved the tree in my apartment till Sunday afternoon.  It looks the same.  Artificial and small.  Different from days gone by.  I always wanted a real one then 

Church was beautifully decorated.  I was so proud of Amy.  Although she gives credit to all who helped, I know her style and it showed.  I was pleased when the preacher gave her a shout-out from the pulpit.  She should good about it and all the other talents that she has and uses in Church.      Had lunch with the Lunch Bunch.  The gyro was the best I ever had.  I have much more to tell, but who has time to read all this stuff?

Betty Boop

GREAT THANKSGIVING DAY

The food was great, the weather was perfect and the people were the best.  M.G, and Ryan know how to host any kind of gathering,  They work together so well and their new addition in the form of a huge screened porch was the perfect setting for the day.  I know they are going to enjoy it for many such times as well for their on private times We had a few sweet dogs to join the festivities and so well behaved they were,  Candy and Lucy always add a lot also.  All in all--it was a wonderful day and I have so much to be thankful for with such a wonderful family. I like to think Truman was looking down on us and happy to see us all at one long table.  He did love that.!!!

Betty Boop

O GIVE THANKS

O give thanks for the many, many blessings we receive each day.  The old hymn COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS comes to mind today.  Count your blessings, name them one by one,  Count your blessings see what God has done.  I used to love singing that in Church growing up.  By the way just growing up in church was a blessing.  My very social life was spent there and along the way I was getting a religious education and did not even know it.  Thanks to my mother and daddy and many others who guided me.  There is so much to be thankful for.  First for family who love me, a safe place to live, all my needs met, friends, knowing God loves me in spite of myself, and the list goes on and on.  Most of all, "maybe not of all",but very important, I am thankful for memories and the fact that I can still remember them.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING  be thankful.

Betty Boop

LOT OF CELEBRATIONS

Sunday after Church we had our annual Thanksgiving dinner.  It has changed a lot over the years and I wont go there because it stirs up too many memories.  The food was as usual great.  I was proud of Amy for making cornbread dressing," like her mama's" she told people.  I am having dinner here at St. Catherine's on Thanksgiving Day.  We are having our family dinner on Friday to let some go to the other side of their family for the day.  Makes it great for everyone.  We will go to M. G. and Ryan's house on Friday.  So I may get a lot of dressing and turkey.  The dressing is what I look forward to.

I have to go to an annual Budget Review this morning.  We all dread that because that is when we see if our rent goes up for the next year.  It always does, just hope not a lot.   I had breakfast of sausage, toast (whole wheat), egg over light, and coffee in the Cyber Café this morning.  First customer of the day at 7:30.  I like it that way.  So I met my editor of the Villager as I was leaving--she liked my LITTLE DRUMMER BOY POEM and said it was being published as we spoke.  Yeh!! I am published again.  Unbelievable as it sounds, I know it is a small paper with a limited readership, but I am proud to see my name in print.  I guess I have written hundreds of poems but I still get pleasure from writing.

Betty Boop

COOL & CRISP

Sounds like a summer lunch?  Could be, but it is Summer no more.  Even looks like we skipped Fall and headed straight into Winter.  They predict 30's for tonight but even that wont hold long.  Maybe we will get a Fall season after all.  Yesterday the Closet Sale was a little disappointing . After all it had only been two months since the last one, and it was big.  I think they are trying to boost our Christmas Fund for our employees.  I am out of that as of this year.  I did it for 3 years, which is the limit and also I do not do the decorating committee  anymore.  I told someone this morning I was getting out of a lot.  She said I was still getting one of the most important things done.  Writing poetry for Library and Villager.  I can sit in the chair and do that.  and I do enjoy it.  And don't forget the Choir.  One of my joys.  So I am still active.  Thank you Lord. every day for blessings.

Betty Boop

CREATURE OF HABIT

I seem to be joining the OLD FOLKS CLUB.  You have heard of us.  Go to bed by 10:30 wake up three to four times a night and then wake before 6:00.  Right on time.  It has allowed me to take that second cup of coffee to the balcony.  Before 7:00 the world is just waking.  It was a little cool there this morning, 67 degrees but I had on enough clothes to take it.  I realized there are 11 pine trees in my pine thicket (as Truman's mother called a thick stand of trees).  Who plants 11 trees? together?  Surely there must have been 12 at first. You know me, I like for things to balance and rhyme.  Anyway, it is the home to many birds.  I heard them wake as it got  light and they drifted out in twos and threes, off to hunt for food I guess.

Highlight of day. Amy came and brought pansy plants.  Till now it has been too warm for them.  She planted them for me and I am happy for that.  One bunch were the tiny ones and we planted them under the hibiscus tree where the farriers sit on the little miniature chairs and table that she brought me for Mother's Day I think.  Yes the farriers do have tea there from time to time,  (If you believe in them.)  I do.

Big closet sale today here,  I must hurry before the good "stuff" gets grabbed up.  Oh how I need some more stuff.

Betty Boop

New Poem

Well I did finish my poem for the Villager.  Want to read it?

 

 

THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

 

As I sing with our Choir, The Little Drummer Boy.

It  fills my heart with joy.

My imagination takes me away,

To that long ago day.

 

As he clutches his drum to his chest,

He promises to play his best.

With blonde hair and sweet cherub face,

Down the cobble-stone streets he would race.

 

He gave the only thing he had

I think it made him very glad,

To happily play his drum.

At last the Christ Child has come.

 

Pa-Rum-Pum-Pum-Pum

 

Dot Ellis