A Special Sister

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Seventeen years! I find it hard to believe that I have known Naomi that long. I was only 2 1/2 when she was born, so I don’t remember when she was a baby, but it is reported that I used to say, “Where is the Naomi?” πŸ˜„

 

Naomi and I are quite opposite of each other in many ways, and we used to not get along very well! 😳 But we’ve both grown up a bit since then, and now I can honestly say that she is one of my very best friends! I’ve even learned how to take her friendly teasing! πŸ˜‰

 

We called this our “hobby horse”! πŸ˜„

I have learned a lot from Naomi. Her boundless energy and zeal for life are a constant inspiration to me. She is an efficient, hard worker, and I feel like I still have to catch up to her! She also is a great example in faithfully reading her Bible every morning.

Her outgoing personality and witty ways have been the cause of much laughter. Life would be so dull without Naomi! She is not afraid to be herself. Her name, Naomi Ruth, means pleasant and friendly, and that fits her to a tee!

 

I am so thankful that God has allowed you to be my sister for seventeen years! Happy birthday, Naomi!

 

I looked up classic in the dictionary, and this is what I found:

If you have any special memories of Naomi, feel free to share them below!

~Annabelle

Arkansas Trip, Days 8 & 9

Ya’ll must have given up hope of me ever finishing writing about this trip!😬 But I’m back… finally!πŸ˜…

On the 8th day of our trip, we awoke and began to pack away anything that was lying around. This resulted in a few people wondering where their thing had been put… “It was right here just a minute ago!”😟 The bus roared to life, slideouts slid in, we said our goodbyes to Grandma and our uncle, and we entered the bus to take our leave! That is, Reese, Naomi and I did. Mom and Annabelle got in the little truck Grandma had given Annabelle. We began winding our way through Arkansas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, and Ohio. Every two hours we stopped and one of us girls took the place of the last one that had been riding with Mom.

We had to cross this big bridge to go over the Mississippi River into Illinois.

At one point, when Mom and Naomi were in the truck, we in the bus took an exit, while they went straight ahead! So we had to call them and tell them they were going the wrong way. We went off on a side road and waited by the shoulder, while they turned around, came back, and took the exit. As we sat there waiting, a car pulled up next to us and the lady inside asked us if we needed help! But we explained that we were just waiting for someone, and they went on. At last we were able to join up with them again, and we continued on our way!πŸ˜…

For supper we stopped nowhere else but…

That says Chick-fil-A, in case you can’t read it!πŸ˜‚

Naomi’s sandwich

We used up 5 parking spots to park the bus.πŸ˜€ After our stop, we continued on to the church where we would spend the night. We finally reached it at nearly midnight! The man that we had been in contact with to arrange us staying there, came out to say hello. I felt bad for the poor man, waiting at the church late at night until some family he had never met, came. Well, he had already met Reese, but not the rest of us! After he told us where to park, he left and we went right to bed. Sleep came fast…😴

 

The next morning we had a refreshing service. Brother Jack Patterson, their interim pastor, preached a great message, and we enjoy the fellowship with the people there. Then Brother Randy Foust (the man that had come the night before), his wife, and their son took us out to eat at Bob Evans!πŸ˜ƒ

Then we had to say goodbye and get back on the road.

At this rest stop, the tractor trailer we parked next to made our “big” rig look quite small!πŸ˜†

 

We drove and drove into the afternoon, then evening, and night.We took several stops so Mom could sleep. Since she wasn’t in the bus she couldn’t just go lie down while we drove! Midnight came and went. Then 1, then 2, even 3. Finally, at 4 A.M., we pulled into our driveway. And the next step should be obvious… SLEEP🀣

Well, there you have the end of the Arkansas trip. I hope you’ve enjoyed this adventure!πŸ€ͺ

Until next time,

Writing for Parfitt Family Journal,

~Karen

 

Surprise Guests!!!😁

Mom burst into our room on Thursday morning and said, “Girls, I have really exciting good news!” I couldn’t think of what it would be and Mom announced, “James and Jonathan Staddon are going to come this evening and stay the night!” We bounded out of bed and soon our day of cleaning began!πŸ˜…

At last, around 7:40 P.M. Mom said she saw them walking to the front door! We greeted them in the front entry and caught up a bit. Then we scouted around out front for good places for Reese’s Bible graduation picture.

While we did that, Jonathan took his drone up and got some great videos of the house and sunset!

Them we got some pictures of the pink sunset.

Once the sun was set, we trooped to the garage where Reese started grilling chicken.

We had a hilarious time and Jonathan made some funny videos.

Eating supper…well, actually just before we ate supper!

After supper we had a lively game of Bible Taboo!!!πŸ˜‚

It looks like James is about to buzz Jonathan!😳

Don’t die, Reese!!!

Once we were all worn out from laughing, we decided we must have burned a few calories and were ready for ice cream!

Reese and Jonathan getting a quick selfie…🀭🀫

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When we were done with dessert, James showed me how to make a professional watermark using Photoshop and Lightroom. It looks like we are all having a blast…I think some of that was for the camera!πŸ€”πŸ˜

I’m not miserable; just concentrating!πŸ˜‚

We got to bed after 12:30 in the morning!

The next morning Jonathan took his drone up again and got some morning shots of the property and the house. Then we had a relaxed breakfast of cereal and went to the living room to sing a couple of songs. I really enjoyed the singing.

Jonathan showed us a few things about Premier Pro which we were very thankful to learn!

All too soon they had to pack up and say good bye.

We got a quick picture…

After a bit more chatting, they left.

We were very thankful for the fun time we had with James and Jonathan on their quick surprise visit!πŸ˜„

 

~See you next time with Pleasant Photography

A Taste of Spring

“While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease” (Genesis 8:22).

As the snow continues to make its appearance, even in the middle of April, I have to remember this verse and remind myself to be content with whatever weather God sends us. A year ago Tuesday we tilled up the garden – with temperatures in the fifties!Β  πŸ˜•

But a few weeks ago, I started a project that is helping to tide me over until I can truly be gardening.

We bought several seed trays at Runnings, and some seed-starting soil. For containers I used old cartons from transplants that we had saved over the years. I needed 96. After throwing out some broken ones, I had 97!

Naomi and I had started some geraniums a few weeks earlier, so I kind of knew what I was doing. First I filled the trays with 12 cartons each. I poured the soil in, moistened it, and put a seed in each cup. (I spooned the soil in at first, but soon decided that pouring was much easier! πŸ˜‰)

This was only whetting my appetite! I could almost feel my thumbs turning green! My sisters and our friend Tabitha Wilson soon joined me, and the work began to go much faster.

(Naomi was helping too, but she was behind the camera this time! πŸ˜ƒ)

After I used up the smaller bags of soil, I opened the bigger bag. That was when I ran into problems. When I tried to moisten the cartons full of soil, the water just ran off the top onto the table instead of soaking in!

Hmmmm…. What should we do about this? It was making quite a mess. After a bit of consultation with my board of advisers, I grabbed a big mixing bowl and started dumping the soil in. Next, we poured water in and started mixing it up like dough. Then we refilled the containers with our exclusive pre-moistened seed-starting mix and continued our normal operations.

Viola, dahlia, celosia, hollyhocks, sage, parsley, and oregano – one by one we filled the flats. They were supposed to be covered with plastic lids, but Runnings was sold out of them. So we covered them with plastic wrap instead.

We labeled the trays and put them on the plant shelf that Daddy built years ago. I set up the heater next to it and turned it on high – the best temperature for sprouting seeds is between 70 and 80 degrees F. This is why we start them inside! πŸ˜€

Last but not least – cleanup!!! πŸ˜…

Almost everything sprouted. We got only one watermelon, but I wasn’t expecting much from them because we dried the seeds ourselves from my brother’s watermelon in 2016.

Happy gardening! πŸ˜ƒ

Annabelle

 

A Poem

I suddenly wrote a poem the other evening after looking at old pictures on my laptop. When I showed it to my girls this evening, they told me to post it on the blog. It’s not a great poem, but it’s the first one I have written in about 15 years. Perhaps someone will be blessed by it. ~ Jamie

How My Heart Aches

How my heart aches as I look
On the photos in my book.
All the years that passed so fast
Many days that didn’t last.

See how small the babies were.
Now they’re grown; it’s such a blur!
How I miss my husband dear;
How I wish that he was near!

But the Lord is changing not.
He it is that cleans my spot
On my heart and on my mind.
He is patient, tender, kind.

Surely life is brief and sad,
But the blessings we have had!
Many happy times we share
All because of God’s sure care.

Jamie Ruth Blair Parfitt
April 12, 2018

I have updated the About Us page

Hello everyone. We seem to have been bitten by the blogging bug! The girls have wanted to put things on our blog for many years. But when we recently read the blog of our Canadian friends who just experienced their house burning completely up a month ago, we decided we had to start posting on our blog for real. If we enjoyed others’ writing so much, perhaps others would enjoy OURS! We have also recently become friends with a family in Vermont and a couple of their daughters have blogs, so it became almost URGENT that I let the girls sit down and type up their thoughts. That’s fine. They are old enough now to write interesting and clever stories of our lives and sprinkle photos in among the words. But they declared that we just HAD to have a new family photo on the About Us page, since the photo there was from 11 1/2 years ago. Everyone has grown up a lot since then! They asked me to post the family pictures from our first two weddings. So I have done that and will try to remember to add Trevor’s wedding family picture after it happens in May of this year. πŸ™‚ But if this continues to be sporadic, just be sure that we are off on another trip or have dived into another ministry need here in New York.

~Jamie

Parfitts visit Taronga zoo

[March 27, 2018—-

I JUST DISCOVERED THAT I NEVER POSTED THIS! I WILL JUST POST IT AND THEN THE GIRLS WANT TO TRY THEIR HAND AT WRITING ON THE BLOG. ~ JAMIE]

Hello again,

It’s Saturday, Jan. 26, at 10:07 pm in NZ. I am eager to write about New Zealand, but first I want to write about taking the children to Taronga Zoo in Sydney.

We originally thought we were going to take a day to retrace the places that Reese went when he came over here with Pastor and Mrs. Folk and five other young people. They visited the same family in New Zealand that we are staying with right now. Then they took a day to stay Β in Sydney and just see the sights.

So Friday morning, we got up and tried to get an early start. My planned 8 am start turned into a 10 am start. Oh well, that is completely par for the course. I keep telling people my middle name is late.

We walked to the train station, following a little map we got at the front desk. We found ourselves mostly walking behind houses. It was interesting, as it was in complete daylight, but we didn’t want to return that same way. I had found the location of the nearest station by using the internet that morning, and had tried to explore the costs of tickets for us. I think it took 20 minutes to walk to the station. The ticket agent had me pay for each of the boys as adults, but the three girls only had to pay for one ticket for the three of them. Thus began a little pattern of putting the ticket in and quickly scooting through before the gate closed again. We didn’t know how it knew we had three children for one ticket, so Karen scooted through before me. She seemed stressed each time. Only once did one of them get kind of pinched by the flaps (hope Β I have a picture to illustrate that).

I decided we would quickly go to the zoo first. You do that by taking a ferry across the bay. The tickets we bought included as many train and ferry rides as we wanted for the whole day. Nice! We rode down to the ferry, found our dock, had a short wait before getting on the ferry and going up to the top deck. We found a shady covered open area to sit in and we set our few snacks on our benches. I fought down my worry about children falling overboard (no one is offered life vests). We came around the Sydney Opera House. It isn’t really all that impressive. It’s unique, but the individual tiles make it look kind of like a golf ball up close. Since I don’t like opera music and don’t believe it is even godly, I didn’t have any desire to go to it. Good thing. We were at the zoo all day!

We arrived at our dock and took the bus up the winding hill to the entrance. We queued up and calculated our tickets. Even with the family ticket (which gave us 15% off the total of four adults and four children), it was a bit expensive. But a once-in-a-lifetime trip is going to cost more than camping at Keuka Lake State Park. πŸ™‚

We all got a free zoo map and started out. The first thing was a quick look at an alligator and then we walked up and around a ramp that encircled an small enclosure for the koalas. By this time it was about 11 am and it was hot. The koalas were sleeping. They were boring. Dylan said that he wouldn’t believe they were real unless they moved. We left there and looked for more animals to see if they would move. πŸ™‚

 

Second New Zealand post

1-26-13, 12:26 am NZ time

IΒ keep trying to post on our blog! I started this one ten days ago, and then never found the time to add photos. So here I am, needing to go to bed, and I am trying to get this post to work. I had it all written and captioned and accidentally didn’t save it when I navigated away. I hope this has been worth the wait!

~~Jamie

1-15-13, 3:56 pm NZ time

This is actually funny. So far, I have not written about New Zealand!

Here is an email that I tried to send from our “hotel” room when we were in Sydney, Australia. (I say “hotel” because we stayed in a 3-bedroom service apartment, much better than a hotel. It had a kitchen and six-person meal table, utility room with washer and dryer, and two complete bathrooms.) I could not send with Outlook, even though I could receive. It was quite disappointing, because I paid for 24 hours of internet, but I barely used it, due to inability to send by hitting reply. I gradually got smarter, going to webmail and then to my Opera account. What I wanted from Outlook was my address book! Who takes the time to type all that into webmail? Not me! I can open Outlook and find addresses, but I wasn’t about to spend my day and half in Sydney typing addresses into Opera or webmail. I could have done it on the long flight over, had I realized I would want it. Oh well, we live and learn. Anybody traveling may want to consider doing that if they plan to send out large group emails!

This “email” I am about to post was supposed to be forwarded to the whole church (Old Paths Bible Baptist Church), but the copy in my inbox doesn’t seem to have the words. So here it is, as I sent it.

Hello everyone,

Well, it’s kind of funny. I asked a few people who had come this way before if I should try to get Australian money through AAA before coming. I was told that the exchange rate here would be better, so I assumed I would get cash (after talking with our NZ friends) at the airport with my credit card. I misunderstood just about all the advice I received. I don’t usually pay for things in life with cash. I like to have a record of my spending, so I used mostly credit card, some debit, and some online banking, with a few checks written a month. I actually had a $100 bill in my purse that I took out and left behind, because I don’t like carrying around big bills. Trevor had paid it to me for his insurance.

So. We landed and stopped at some benches to compare our landing cards and make sure they were filled out the same. They were close enough. πŸ™‚ Then we lugged our way to customs. I told the man I had unopened packages of nuts in several suitcases. Not a problem. I told the man we have shoes from a farm and they might have a little soil still on them but that we had wiped all the shoes with disinfectant. Not a problem. I asked if the Pepperidge Farms goldfish in a package were OK. Not a problem. We just walked right along and got to the counters. The man said, “Grab a line.” So we got into two lines and just sailed right through. Everyone was friendly and cheerful. We took our many, highly-loaded carts to the quarantine area and we laid our bags on the floor in a line. A cute little dog (maybe a beagle) sniffed all along the line. He stopped at the same one on the way up and on the way back, but the handler didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Then he sniffed another one near the beginning and the handler asked if we have a dog at home. We answered that we didn’t. I asked if the dog barks if he finds something. The other man said he just looks up at the handler as if to say, “I found it. Now can I have my treat?”

We went on to the exiting area and I herded us over to the money exchange business in the corner. He said they only exchange cash; they don’t give cash for credit cards. I was directed to a bank machine across the way. I told the kids to encircle the carts of luggage while I used the cash machine. I put in my Visa card and it asked me for a PIN. Pin! I don’t have one of those for my credit card! So I called the number on the back of the card. No connection. Did my new international phone not work as I expected it to? I tried again and got through. I explained to the lady in Missouri that I was in Sydney, Australia, and that I needed a PIN to get money to pay for a cab to take us out of the airport. She connected me to some automated PIN department which proceeded to tell me I would receive my PIN in 7-10 days! What!!! It said if I needed cash before that to go to a bank. Great. I had 14 suitcases and about 10 carryons and we could not take the luggage carts away from the airport to find a bank somewhere to get some cash! Now what?

I decided to call my junior pastor who has traveled more than anyone in the church probably and who had helped us arrange most of the portions of our trip. I had to leave a message. It was actually one hour before the evening church service was supposed to start for Wednesday night back home. It was 10 am here in Sydney. So I called our friends in New Zealand to see if they had any brilliant ideas. Not really. I called Pastor Folk while Reese and Dylan went to ask a taxi driver if he took credit cards. I could hear Pastor, though his words were fuzzy, but he kept saying, “Can you hear me?” I didn’t go outside because I didn’t want to leave the children and I didn’t want to move the whole pile outside. I had to hang up. πŸ™

The boys came back and said there was a long line and they didn’t want to stand in line just to ask a question. It was about that time (I was talking with the NZ friend at that point) that Trevor spoke up and said he had some cash. I had $79. He had $172. The girls each had $25 from their grandmother to buy food on the plane, but it wasn’t needed after all. Dylan had some and Reese had some. So we thought we knew it would take $80 to take a Maxi Taxi (a minivan) because that is what it cost for the group of six when Reese had come with a group from church in 2011. I was sure it would take two taxis for all those suitcases. I wanted to get $200 Australian, so I borrowed from all the children until we had $200. Reese wrote down the loans in a little notebook he was carrying. I went to the window and asked him how much US I needed to get $200 AU. He told me $250. There was a $12 commission and $10 fee. So I motioned to the children until someone saw me and came. I borrowed more until I had $250. He told me if I exchanged for at least $400 AU I would pay no commission. I told him I didn’t think we had that much. I dragged out the $8 I had kept in the wallet and we got up to $408. I needed $450 USD to get the no commission. I asked how much it would cost when I went back through and exchanged again. If I got the higher amount, I would get a receipt to show and I would pay no commission and get a better rate than that posted on the wall. I called Karen over and asked her to look for her other $5 bill. The man spoke up and said, “How much do you have now?” I said, “$408.” He punched some keys and made the commission $6 and gave me the receipt to pay no commission going back through. I forgot to say that he was encouraging me to exchange more at the beginning because I would pay $12 commission no matter how much I exchanged, unless I went over $450. I knew I would need $50 AU for each of us when we got to PNG to buy visitor visas in a few weeks, so since I had plenty of time this morning and maybe no time going through from NZ in a few weeks, I thought it would be better to get plenty of cash now and just have that over with. So I thought I needed $160 for two taxis. I wanted so badly to get out of the noisy airport and into our room so I could call my credit card company and explain that I needed a PIN now.

With cash in wallet, we went to find the taxi area. The man told us to go to No. 14. That was a small station wagon, so I went to him and told him we needed the maxi taxi. He motioned me to one that had just pulled up. I told the man I thought I needed two and he was sure it would all fit in his van. He let down his hydraulic “ramp” and they loaded it. We got into the middle section, which had a row of three seats facing the back of the van and three facing forward. Trevor sat up front. For just a second I wondered why he got into the driver’s seat. Silly me! They drive on the other side of the road. πŸ™‚ I told him the address and the name of Meriton Apartments. As we drove along, with our video camera going, he asked the address again. It didn’t seem to satisfy him. He was from Africa, a nice man. I kept saying “DeVries”. Finally I dug a briefcase out of the stack and found my folder of reservations. It was Defries. So I said, “deFRIES, like French Fries.” It turns out that they pronounce it “DEFFreez.” (That rhymes with “Jefffrey’s.”) Oh well, we got here. Then the bill was only $51. And when he swiped the credit card, it wanted a PIN! I said I didn’t have one and it declined. So I was glad I had cash! I gave him the 50 and the 20 and he gave me the 20 back. I said, “Wait, I have a ‘one’ here in my pocket.” He said, “That’s OK, I have another fare.” A woman had come up and asked him to take her and her party to the airport. He was happy to have more customers. πŸ™‚ Normally he would probably drive back to the airport empty. [editor’s note: a ‘one’ is a one-dollar coin.] For anyone wondering, it took only about 8 minutes to get here and he didn’t drive particularly crazy.

I was hoping we could check in early, but there were no empty rooms. They had told me at the time of booking that we could if there was a clean one when we arrived. But it’s summer and vacationers are everywhere. We were blessed to get a room this late in the booking. They had us put our luggage on two huge, fancy trolleys which they locked into a room. We sat in the side part of the lobby and I combed the girls’ crazy, messy hair. I got directions to a grocery store and we started out for a 20-minute walk. Since our “serviced apartments” have a kitchen, we can save money because we don’t have to eat at restaurants. We walked through a couple of cute little parks. There are many eucalyptus trees planted along the streets and they smell good. We had fun looking at all the food and choosing what we wanted. Should we buy sliced cheese, or buy a sharp knife and pay half the price for the same amount of cheese? Reese and Dylan went to see how cheaply we could get a knife. Trevor and the girls went with me to the produce section. Everything was stacked neatly and the produce manager was apologizing for the messy look due to the holidays! I tried to tell him it all looked great. Several employees in the store were very friendly. We gave several tracts in the store and on the walk to and from it. Lord, please open their hearts to the Saviour and His love and His plan for mankind. We got chicken thighs, avocados, tomatoes, apples, Australian cheddar cheese, an onion, half a head of garlic, bread, butter, eggs, milk, ice cream, and frozen green vegetables (green peas, green beans, and a smattering of broccoli). The cheap veg here is green peas. We had planned to stop in one of the parks and make cheese sandwiches (hence the need for a knife), but we realized it was quite warm and the chicken and ice cream and milk wouldn’t survive. Besides, we were tired and the room was ready. We had killed 2 1/4 hours. It was in interesting walk, with lots of cranes and cars to look at.

We got into our room and had our ice cream on the balcony. We then made the sandwiches and ate. Everyone lay down to take a short nap and slept four hours! I had a hard time getting them up. I don’t have time to write all the funny things about our room, like a shower with just a partial clear wall and a drain in the floor. The kids raised their eyebrows about that. They have a lot of experiences to build up.

We cooked our chicken in butter with garlic and onion. I didn’t have salt for the meal. There are a few packets, but the boys are saving those for eggs.

I was going to attach pictures, but I have to pay for internet $5 for one hour or $18 for 24 hours, so I wanted to wait until tomorrow morning to send this. We don’t want to waste the one day we have to look around Sydney.

We have other stories of the actual flights, especially Reese talking about the Bible so loudly and clearly that those of us a row ahead and beside him could hear him. He was talking to a saved girl, but the Mormon next to him heard it all. And the Catholic missionaries on his row did. I talked to a Muslim after giving his daughter a tract. I’m so naiive, I didn’t know what they were. They had distinctive clothing on, but I don’t know enough to guess religions of people. I had to ask. Well, I won’t elaborate more right now. He was very congenial.

Goodnight. 12-27-12 11:57 pm Australia. (8 am New York)

Jamie

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That’s then end of the email I sent Dec. 29. Now for a few pictures to go with it. (I DID fix a few grammar errors. πŸ™‚ )

~the restaurant called “lemonade” that we had supper at in LAX~

2012_12_25 Lemonade restaurant LAX 0042012_12_25 Lemonade restaurant LAX 007~loading our 14 suitcases and as many carryons into the maxi taxi~
2012_12_26 load the maxi-taxi 001~arriving at our serviced apartments: Meriton, in Zetland~The girls were looking up at the top floor, because that is where they told us would have a room. Ours was one of the five-story blocks.~
2012_12_26 Meriton Apts 0022012_12_27 views outside Meriton Apartments 0112012_12_27 views outside Meriton Apartments 012
While we waited for our room to be ready, we shopped at Coles. There are interesting things for sale in the meat case! Β 2012_12_26 in Coles 0112012_12_27 items in Coles Danks Street 0042012_12_27 items in Coles Danks Street 005Β Β (It might help to know that in the UK, sausages are called “bangers.”)

2012_12_27 items in Coles Danks Street 0062012_12_27 items in Coles Danks Street 007In UK societies, they don’t refrigerate eggs.
2012_12_26 in Coles 014~Reese using his new camera to capture memories~
2012_12_26 in Coles 0262012_12_27 items in Coles Danks Street 008Annabelle, Naomi, and Karen enjoyed hearing and seeing multiple fountains. For fun, the girls and I walked across the footpath between the bubbling fountains.
2012_12_26 walk back to Meriton apts 002It was a long walk back to our apartment on a warm day, toting our groceries.
2012_12_26 walk back to Meriton apts 009Gas (petrol) is priced by the liter (litre). Don’t you think Hungry Jack’s got their design idea from somewhere in the USA?
2012_12_26 walk back to Meriton apts 017~getting our two trolleys of luggage to our room in the building next door~
2012_12_26 get luggage to room 0062012_12_26 get luggage to room 015Ice cream tastes even better after a long walk on a hot day and it’s even MORE special to eat on a balcony! πŸ™‚
2012_12_26 refreshing ice cream 006Β The view from our balcony was not beautiful, but was new and clean. Very modern; just the opposite of quaint. The kids loved it.2012_12_27 views from Meriton Apartment balcony 005Β Plenty of dishes and utensils were provided to cook a nice meal.2012_12_27 supper at Meriton 006Β It was so pleasant to have a table big enough for the whole family and enough dishes to serve them all.2012_12_27 supper at Meriton 008Β We never served chicken and vegetables quite like this before. It was delicious.2012_12_27 supper at Meriton 010

 

 

 

Reese’s Attempts at Photography

These photographs (all except the faucet one) were taken between 7:00 and 7:45 this morning. Very picturesque.

Sunrays

The sun shining through the leaves–I couldn’t see it with my eyes because it was too bright, but the camera caught it.

Clothesline

The fog lifting

“Teddy Bear” didn’t mind me taking his silhouette. The Scripture magnets on the van read: “How shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation; Heb. 2:3” and “For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Mark 8:36”

My steer “Paul” calling for food

Just too beautiful–praise the Lord!

 

Mist

As I filled the sink to wash dishes, I saw all the mist flying. It was very difficult to get the camera to catch it.

An interesting perspective of your photographer this morning–I’m about 30 feet tall!

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. Ecclesiastes 3:11

Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! Psalm 107:8, 15, 21, 31

Reese

 

Herding cats

My husband often says, “It’s like herding cats” when I tell him the difficulties of getting all the children (there are 8 of them in our family) to do what they should be doing at the same time. There is a video on YouTube of herding cats that amuses us. I’d like to share the address with you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk7yqlTMvp8

[Looks like I started to post this Aug. 17, 2010. Hope you get a smile from it like we did.-Jamie]