Of late life has been in its not so glamorous form of that which we call "normality"--since we don't know what else to call it, though it is undoubtedly not normal... Some of us have run about to a few events like reenactments and dances, and we have opened a small shop in town sporting vintage or vintage inspired items (see Lady Libby's Doll Dress Boutique, Liberty Seamstress Etsy shop, and Rompers by Racheal Etsy shop to check out some of the hand crafted items we offer in town--you can find those links in the sidebar to your right...I am too lazy to link them here tonight!).
I have done new things, visited with old friends, met new friends, sewn, been itchy, deep cleaned my room, celebrated Grandma's 92nd birthday (though we didn't do much "celebratory"), been itchy, completed a paper, rearranged my room, celebrated Thanksgiving, and been itchy some more, among various other things...
On that front of being itchy, I have for the past month and a half been dealing with various forms of itching rashes, seen and unseen, which have occupied much of my life and attention...itching has a way of doing that you know...
Health and wealth--two things I am not much rich in;
But I reckon if I'm needed I'll still pitch in....
Even when the fray,
Lasts for many a day.
Even when climbing that hill,
Takes more faith than I have will.
Even when the courage I need,
Seems more microscopic than a carrot seed!
Even when those weeds--those sins,
Jump me without and within.
LORD grant my hope to never fail,
May my faith it never pale,
May my love unceasing be,
And fill me with all humility.
And if it be Your will for me,
Your will...I wish...well...You see...
Father please have mercy on me:
I would really like to stop itching soon!
Much wealth I really do not need,
My health is yours to give and feed.
I'd like to be well of my diseases,
But more heartily, of my sins--those weedses!
If patience is my lot to learn,
Please Father forgive me when I squirm!
Your little child I am most sure,
Please above all make me pure.
Pure of heart,
Pure of mind,
Free from itchies,
And pure in health, all in Your good time.
Bless my life to learn Your ways,
And live humbly before You all my days.
To speak when speaking needs to be done,
And always remember to hold my tongue.
To be patient and gentle,
Loving and kind,
Full of Your Spirit,
And not of mine.
Just one more line ought to do,
And then I must conclude;
Thank You LORD for each day of my life,
And may every new lesson,
Equip me better to love and serve,
You and Your Kingdom,
Both now and above.
Mmmmm...er...Herumph! Sorry about that...Do any of the rest of you just spontaneously burst in to rhymes sometimes? (Oh dear...don't get her started again!) Let the grammarians shred! /Them I do not dread! /I have my fun, /And my silly head, /And no one cares, /So "So there!" I sez, /Then I say my prayers,/ And go to bed!
*Sigh* "I am afraid," said the psychiatrist, "that her condition cannot be helped!" "She is a chronic 'Rhymer-oftentimer'!"
What is to be done with me? Post your pictures child, and keep your word, and lay your head down in bed! That said....
(Oh and I forgot to mention, we have had a flock of 20+ chickens...now we have none...Have you ever wondered why people make showy clothing accessories out of mink pelts? Poor chickens...and we miss our eggs!)