Wow! I went a whole week without sharing my thoughts! Didn’t think I had it in me, did you?
Well, what can I say, it’s almost winter.
I’ve been taking in autumn in great gobbling gulps.
Also, we’re in the midst of some serious discernment over here.You know the expression “It’s all good” ? Well, it’s not all good at the moment, but I have the feeling–the wonderful, peaceful, “This must be from God” feeling–that it’s going to be.
(Fingers crossed; hands folded in prayer.)
Please know I’m not trying to be infuriatingly vague. I’m just not “at liberty” to say anything yet, although I bet if you thought about it, you could guess.
For now, could you spare a prayer, please?
On a lighter note: Pumpkin seeds roasted with lots of butter and Adobo.
Is there anything better?
Yes. This appetizer. It’s called Cranberries Gone Wild and you will, too, when you taste it. My friend Mary in Fargo sent me the link to this Fargo Forum article and I was like, “Hey! I know this woman!”
Jean and I taught Religious Ed. together–this was 20 years ago–and I was her daughter Sarah’s confirmation sponsor. They were a wonderful family with a beautiful faith; an inspiration to the young teacher I was.
Well, hooray for Jean for winning this contest!
Hooray for you when you try this recipe.
Francis is teething; can you tell?
Indeed, he has been such the little crankpot that I hand him off to his siblings as much as possible.
Or I bury him in leaves to try & distract him.
So last weekend, we spent the day visiting friends in northern Wisconsin. I love Wisconsin; it’s almost as good as Minnesota.
(Okay, you know what? When it comes to football, Wisconsin is much MUCH better.)
I didn’t bring my camera but wish I had. My friend Meghan is a beautiful young mom with a beautiful big family. She’s fourteen years younger than me but is catching up! Go, Meghan.
Our kids got on smashingly and were incredibly sad when it was time to leave. I was too. They live on four wooded acres, which was great for the kids, and they love their faith, which was great for me.
Good friends take my mind off of teething babies…and other things I can’t speak of. ; )