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Yummy Bread and a picnic

Another week has gone by and as usual, full of things to do and never enough time to do it. Aww life. This past weekend, we had a church social at our house on Friday evening. The weather was perfect; not too hot, but not chilly. It was potluck and I had made a huge batch of ham and beans.

I had also attended the opening of  a new center at the college where I teach computer classes. It was very well done (which the college always does), but as I stayed to clean up—a wonderful thing happened.

There was food left over, and the owner of the restaurant did not want to take it back. So I took home several goodies and used them for the potluck that night. This older I get, the more that I am aware that this type of thing happens again and again. It always seems that I am in the right place at always the right time.

To receive  blessings: to get something on sale, to find an item I have been looking for, to be given something, to meet someone that will bless my life, to be blessed by music, or art, or beauty. It just happens continually and amazes me again and again—the tender mercies that our Creator is just waiting and wanting to bestow upon us.

Rebeca and I went to the Art Festival last week and as always it was full of incredible beauty. We ate Indian tacos, had slushies, she put glaze on a vase, and while we waited for it to be fired, we sat in lawn chairs under a beautiful Sycamore, a cool breeze whispered past, and we watch dancing (Mexican Traditional and then ballroom) on the stage they had set up.

It had been unbearably hot during the afternoon. (I usually have an umbrella in the car and use it when I am in the sun…as my skin gets blotchy) but there was not one in the car. We just hurried as we went from booth to booth and tried to stay in the shade. But by evening, when the music started in was nice…and of course…by that time we were done and leaving.

But also as we were leaving, it was obvious that many people were headed to the Art festival, so we left before it was crowded.

This past weekend, the girls and I worked outside cleaning around the house. Even though it has been almost a year since the tornado, there is still cleanup. The city has one day a year that you can put just about anything by the curb. We started gathering junk and putting it into a pile.

We also raked up and cleaned the area where we have the wood pile near the house for burning wood, and then I cleaned several gardens. There were staples, nails, pieces of stucco, metal, foam, shingles, insulation, and trash from the construction workers. It seems as though the cleanup will never ever be really done.

The back is done. This next weekend, I want to weed the front gardens. And by the weekend, I should be over the stiffness I had from bending over so much…

I made 22 loaves of apple, pineapple, and coconut bread this week. I didn’t have enough apples; therefore, I put in a can of pineapple in place of them. It came out so perfect! Soft and a little chewy with a crunchy crust.

I took some to a family where the father was recuperating from surgery. I took some to a friend for her birthday. Some went to fellow workers and bosses. Fito took some to his work. The small loaves of bread are easy to make and are a nice way to say: thank you, I’m sorry, I feel sad for you, etc.

I made a batch of Chili this week and on Sunday we grilled chicken. Take a big spoonful of mayonnaise and rub it all over the chicken. Also add seasonings like lemon pepper, a fajita seasoning mix, or whatever you prefer.

This gooey mixture keeps the chicken soft and seals in the juices when you grill. The mayonnaise bakes right in and you can’t taste it at all.

I have classes finishing up this week and that means paper work…Yuk. But I have two weeks off before I start teaching another early morning class in June, which means more time to work in the garden, sleep in, or do what I want…yea!

My older sister sent a bouquet of flowers to my mom for Mother’s day and it is one of the most beautiful bouquets I have ever seen. There are pink roses (almost a hot pink) and pink lilies. Small yellow roses and purple mums. But the contrast of the colors and the way they set each other off is incredible.

I also took two meals to people this week that had different problems in their lives…it is always good to go and visit others, because I was at the point where I was extremely frustrated with something that I am not quite sure how to handle.

However, after seeing these other families with their issues made mine seem almost trivial. Mine is just a work ethical political goobly gook type of dilemma in deciding what is the best way to handle a very delicate situation…

When I came home today, Rebeca had a picnic lunch already packed. It was a beautiful day and we went on our picnic while waiting for my mom at her hair appointment. That was just the needed medicine to erase life’s little worries.

Hope all the Mothers have a wonderful Mother’s Day and all women who mentor, teach, work with, care for, heal, coach, and love children are mothering and therefore; are mothers. God bless each and everyone one of you for serving His children.

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