An Early Morning Chat

Come into my home and sit a while. I'll get the coffee pot or a cup of tea for you, but this morning we will sit in the living room, not the sun porch. You see, the wood stove needs a little repair when my hubby gets home from hunting, and so the sun porch is too cold to be pleasant.

It's Saturday, isn't it? We can scurry around a little later, but right now we get to curl up with one of the blankets grandma brought home from Mexico and relax. Nice.

I've been doing some research on donkeys this morning. If you'd like to learn more about them, I found a very good site: http://www.orednet.org/~jrachau/. With winter coming on, I wanted to be sure that we were giving Penelope what she needs to stay healthy. She has been unhappy lately because many of the cattle have left her pasture to graze in the corn fields. She cannot join them because donkeys do not do well with corn. She looks over the fence at her herd walking throught the tunnel under the road, and she heeeee-haaaaaaws at them. Today she would not let me pet her even though I had carrots. I think she's upset at us.

Do you hear the load rumbling noise outside? At first you might have wondered if it was thunder, but the skies are clear and there are not storm clouds visible. It's just the burners and fans on the grain bins. The corn needs to be dried before we can lock down the grain bin for the winter. The burners make a lot of noise, but it must be endured so that the crop can be stored. Next spring we can sell the corn for a better price than what we can get for it right now.

The men folk are out hunting, and the house is silent. I have joked for years that it is hard for me to find quiet moments in my day that allow me to rub my own two thoughts together. Just yesterday I found myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror talking to myself.

"Oh, my. Everyone has left. I can brush my teeth in silence. I even get to think about something all by myself. Boy, I wonder what I should think abou...."

"Mooooom! Did you hear about the...."

Too late.

I'm reading a book for fun. You know, one of those books that I picked up to read because I thought it looked interesting. It was not on any of my children's reading lists nor was it highly recommended by the folks at ClassEd or TWTM. The book? The Travels of Marco Polo. I found a copy at the Blind Society's used book store. I've only read the prologue, but it promises to be interesting.

Well, I've picked up my old copy of the One Year Bible, and I am gearing up to read it once more. On the January 1st reading I've scribbled, "1988, 1989, 1990, 1991, 1992, 1993." It has been a been a while since I've read through that edition of my Bible. It has an Old Testament, New Testament, Psalms, and Proverbs reading for each day of the year. If you can keep up with its brisk pace, you can read the entire Bible within the year. I think it well worth the effort. I'm thinking of getting started now, knowing that there will be a few days throughout the year that I will struggle to get it read--and anyway, according to the church year, the 1st day of the new year begins Sunday, right? Last Sunday was the end of the year--Christ the King Sunday. Now we are entering into the season of Advent. Adventus--Latin for coming or arrival. We shall prepare our hearts for the coming of our Lord. Oh, special time! This is my favorite time of the year!

Celebrate. Laugh and sing!
He who comes is Christ the King!

Such a time of joy!

Well, my hunters are now home. Life returns to normal. It has been so much fun chatting with you! Will you come again?

Blessings on your day!
Jean