Five Things Friday
1. We got a few more bags of leaves to put on the gardens before we cover them with plastic for the winter. Yesterday, the dear man across the street called to tell me he had three bags for me. I also saw several bags on a curb around the corner. Even if I never have another garden here??????, at least I'm making it a better place.
2. Dr. Christopher testified that distilled water eliminates arthritis. Although I've been drinking distilled water for some time, I haven't been consistent. I love eating ice from places that have flaked ice. That's over now. I'm determined that I won't end up like my Grandma D in this department. She was a wonderful woman in so many ways, but she was crippled up with arthritis. Cold weather is not easy.
3. Excited about my new position and hope to be able to teach some hands-on classes for preparedness. Having fun with my pantry diving/emergency thriving experiment over at Kate's Kitchen.
4. I love to sew but am so much slower at it than I was, when my children were small. Back then I could cut out 10 T-shirts and have them sewn up in a couple hours. I had a system, where I would stack my fabrics and cut them out mostly with a rotatory cutter. Then assembly line fashion, I sewed all the sleeves, then the side seams, then the ribbing, then the hems. I was that way in so many areas of my life. I had lots to do, with no time to get it done. I learned to be efficient. I think I've lost that skill. I've been working on a new apron for next week's Tie One On day. What should take me only a short amount of time is turning into a huge undertaking. But I think the results will be stunning. And I like a slower paced life much better--it doesn't burn out the adrenals.
5. We buy bread from Abigail's Oven. Sadly, I can't eat it, but my men and visitors love it. The aroma is out of this world and nearly kill me. I'm a bread addict with celiacs. We met Abigail last summer, when this darling girl came buy with a wagon full of bread. Since I know the United States can only be saved by those that choose to enter the free market and love cute little children, I bought three loaves of bread. We didn't see Abigail again with all our traveling. However, a couple weeks ago her two little brothers came by selling. The big one was on the other side of the street canvasing my neighbors, while the little guy came to my door. He could barely talk and was so sweet and charming, I couldn't refuse. But this time they had learned to be better entrepreneurs and took orders for the future. I take my hat off to parents that support their children in entrepreneurship. They learn so much more than they ever could in any school or working at a 'real' job.
