admin January 26th, 2008
This church is for sale in a town near where I live. I so want to buy it
But I don’t want to sell the house I live in to do it. We actually could live in it and have a shop in the front. That is what is currently being done with it. But it does need a lot of work still. And it ain’t cheap by my standards. Linda liked it on paper too. I actually was in it, and thought it would be great, especially if it was just Linda and I, but I don’t think that the kids would like the move. And I would miss our land even though every summer, I think to myself that I cannot handle all of the yardwork…..
sigh….
admin May 5th, 2007
I wrote much of this down either at work or driving to or from work…(the driving part is very sloppy as I did actually keep my eyes on the road) A couple of weeks ago, I entered here the colors of the week….those have been changing as all things do. I have written down the Bright Yellow of Scotchbroom that dominates much of the sides of Washington State’s highway system. There was a yellow-ness to the fresh green of most deciduous trees as well…that yellowness is fading as of late, and everything seems a bright emerald-type green…..quilting-wise, I am in a Red, White, and Blue phase. I am making some star squares for an exchange with my online Men’s Quilting Group QuiltGuy ....as well as making some red, white, and blue chickens and 9 patches for a surprise for a good friend….I figure while I am at it with the RWB theme, I might as well finish some summer placemats that have been in UFO status for a couple years. I am hoping to post pictures of some of these soon, but I wanted to write in here, just so the writing part of the blog deal isn’t abandoned (and to clear those notes off my desk)
One morning while driving along the flats that separate Monroe, WA from Snohomish, WA the morning mist was so ethereal, I was taken back at the beauty of it all….and how I was rushing around to a job that has lost most of any enjoyment I once had there. There was frost that morning as well…one of the last frosts of the winter I think, and the whole earth looked still and sweet and somewhat magical too. I seemed to be traveling through a very dreamlike fairy tale land, the kind of land indwelled by unicorns, dragons, giants, and damsels dressed in medieval gowns are saved by dashing brave knights. But it was actually Fords, Semi-trucks, and assortment of imports and minivans out there instead. The dreamscape was beautiful though.
Okay here is the question. Totally unrelated to the above. Why do we say “cross your fingers” or “I am crossing my fingers”??? We say that for good luck, but when we actually cross our fingers behind our back, we are lying to someone. What is that all about?? I could Google it I am sure, but I thought I would ask anyway…
This church is for sale in a town near where I live. I so want to buy it
