A Reprise

Recipes to try: Chicken in cream (Tonight) Petticoat tails Dinette spice cake with penuche frosting Fondue- TBA (Saturday dinner) Crock pot- Ham (Sunday) Sewing: Organize my projects, keep materials together Get rid of what I'm not going to use

Matthew 26 37-38 "He took Peter and Zebedee's two sons, James and John, and he became anguished and distressed. He told them, "My soul is crushed with grief to the point of death. Stay here and keep watch with me."

For Christ didn't send me to baptize, but to preach the Good News-- and not with clever speech, for fear that the cross of Christ would lose its power.

Even though I am happy that we will have a country home soon, I have already found what I was looking for, and my heart is at peace.

My notes on our new home. This room leads from one of the front doors. This was actually my least favorite room in the house. I do not like the stone floor, pillar, or fireplace (not shown). I would actually like to cover the floor in low-pile bone-colored carpeting and cover the fireplace with pale wood paneling. I want the column covered in matching paneling or carpet. I would like this room to be an entertainment room. The dining table would be ideal near the window, and closer to the camera perspective would be seating and television. In the fireplace is a vintage wood-burning stove. I am looking forward to seeing how well it works, because I would like to keep it, if we both like it. Nathan and I sat in these wicker chairs while we signed our contract. Donna is opening the doors to the laundry hook-ups. The back door leads to the yard and clothesline, which I intend to try. This is a view of the side yard. Our property extends to the white fence in back. Beneath

It just isn't a good morning unless I can blog, even if I have nothing to say. It is so warm and sunny I wish I could sit out here forever. The lab is so cold today, and my samples aren't running well. I have been dreaming of The Soul of the Rose lately. It has taken such a different turn, and I have no idea how it will end up. Part of me just wants to write it to find out what will happen. How much should I be in control? How much should I engineer? When Christoph stepped into the scene, I did not know who he was. But the moment I, and Delphinia, looked at him, I was struck with recognition. Who could he be but my dear Johnny? I excised him from The Awakening because he just wasn't necessary, but I can see he will be very important to this story.

Delphinia lay on the floor of the old gazebo. She had no tears. Her emotions were a lump in her throat, and her spirits were too subdued to release them and give her peace. Instead she languished and listened to the soft pattern of rain on the sagging roof above her. She heard footsteps on the crisp leaves and turned lazily to the side to peer into the forest gloom that separated her from the burg . Her filmy shawl stretched across her shoulders as she glanced here and there, expecting Oskar's dusky head to appear at any moment beneath the canopy of trees. Instead a white booted foot fell on the step before her, startling her. The heeled pearl-like shoe was buckled with gold and laced with white satin ribbon. A preternatural disquiet rose in her, chilling her blood, blighting her melancholy for instant fear. The shoe was too fine for Oskar's, too small for Gauvain's. Delphinia leaned back on her hands, her shawl spilling behind her to the rotted boards. In careful study

Make my tag cloud work Make my MP3 rotation work Put up my photo album Put up my stories Then, would Winter Light be what I want it to be? Last afternoon I browsed it pretending to be a random visitor. It is an absolute disaster. Browsing through I can't tell which is my writing and which is book excerpts. I had the confused notion that the author is some kind of plagiarist. And the font I used is a disaster on the quotes and some other punctuation. I am so embarrassed of Winter Light. It was really depressing to me that this site, which is supposed to mean so much, is so dysfunctional and nonworking. This afternoon I'm going to get on the Internet again and see what I can fix. My writing is more important, but I have actually neglected Winter Light more than my writing lately. Other things I would do Edit my photos and put them up finally so I can show our new country home, which I haven't even gotten around to mentioning here. Delete many of these social networking accoun

My first cocoa rose bloomed today. There are many more buds opening up, and soon we will have some cuttings.

Caramel apple cider Crock pot My bird's face Yesterday I got home on time and had a chance to read through most of my second Susan Barrie novel, then go through my toiletries to shift around what was on my shelves. I created a little army of nail polishes on the top shelf which will hopefully help me decide what colors to use. I have so many, and none are quite what I want (who doesn't say that about their stuff?). I also have many perfumes I am making myself use up before I buy the vintage scents I desire. I didn't get to the jewelry. I'll save that one for another day. I have been embroidering over a dish towel transfer that I painted in T-shirt paints a very long time ago. It is helping me improve my stiches, and after this I will be ready for a serious project. I want to do some pillowcases, little pillows, curtains, aprons, and of course tea towels too. I feel pretty unhappy that I have written nothing in two weeks. Yesterday I thought it would be better to rest. I

There is a house that won't mind a microbus parked in front. A microbus with a new tan gloss paint and shiny silver accents. There is a kitchen that will love wallpaper with tiny fruits and vegetables smiling and cavorting, purchased from eBay for a bargain. There is a garden that will languish under the Texas sun, waiting for its mistress to come home, change, and water it in prairie or homemade egl dresses. There are chickens waiting to be tucked under arm and carried around while abovementioned mistress drops eggs into her apron pockets. There is a patio for large jars of sun tea and herbs steeping in castile soap. There is a counter where bread will be left to rise on Saturdays. There are windows where prisms and crystals will hang. There is soil for tuberoses, columbine, delphinium, and hollyhocks. There is a place for sheep. What will we do with the wool? Make shag carpeting. Duh.