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Outside my window...

...a gray morning is dawning. The sky is a solid gray with the very edge of the horizon taking on a pinkish hue, giving me hope of sunshine later on. The colors of the trees, though, are stunning. The reds, yellows, and browns all jumbled together against that gray sky are such a stark contrast.


I am thinking...

...that I need to get up earlier than the kids more often. It is so quiet!


I am thankful for....

...my faith.

...my little family.

...soft yarn and knitting needles and a fire in the fireplace.


From the lesson plans...

...week number 9 is just about over. We checked out books about Thanksgiving and South America this week at the library. Anna and I decided to pick a saint and ask for their intercession as she prepares for her First Holy Communion. She chose St. Bernadette. I would welcome any suggestions on getting to know our saint better!

From the kitchen...

...enjoying the pumpkin butter I made yesterday on some toast this morning. I followed the recipe this time, but if I make it again, I would cut way back on the amount of ginger. Too much for me, I'm afraid.


I am wearing...

...the pajamas my family bought me last Christmas and my very old, well-worn slippers. They still keep my toes nice and warm.


I am creating...

...the second glove for Olivia, some crocheted flowers for a friend, another chemo hat.


I am reading...

..."I Capture the Castle" by Dodie Smith.

I am hoping...

...to make it to daily Mass this morning. I need to stop in the Church office and make sure that they are fine with me handling Anna's First Communion preparations at home.

I am hearing...

...the hum of the gas fireplace and nothing else. It is so quiet this morning.


Around the house...

...laundry and schoolwork. Of course, that is what I do every day, it seems!


I am going...

...to see my husband's family this weekend. Several family members who live far away are coming for a visit.

One of my favorite things...

...the aroma from the cabinet that holds all my coffee and tea things. It is heavenly, I tell you.

I am praying for...

...two very special intentions, and my mother-in-law.


Plans for the rest of the week...

...homeschool co-op tomorrow, and give the house a much needed cleaning on Saturday.

Quote of the Day...

..."Every family, even the weakest and most suffering family, is called to greatness. And it can come to greatness, for it is meant to be, and can be, caught into the great Family of God Himself, Who is the source and joy of greatness for all." -Ronald D. Lawler, O.F.M. Cap.

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  1. ElisaNovember 14, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    Yummm...pumpkin butter. Do you have a recipe link? I'd love to try it.

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