Until about 2 pm, and then not so much. It was almost 60 degrees at noon, and still fairly nice at 2, but by the time I started on my walk at 3, the wind was blowing cold. It looked stormy but, so far just blowing wind.
I walked 4 miles, to the red barn.
I saw this herd of wildlife up just past the neighbor's.
Winnie, I got the package with the cards for the kids and my card. I am just going to save the kids cards for Christmas and let them spend the money themselves. They love going to the store and choosing their own toys. I will do what you suggested with the card and stuff you sent me. I will let you know when I do that. I was going to call you tonight, but went walking instead.
We have a busy week ahead. Something going on almost every day.
On November 14, I started keeping a computer log of my walking miles. From that day through yesterday, one month, I logged 75.5 miles. And, I did not walk Friday or Saturday. Today, I walked 6 miles, but yesterday would be one month, so I did not count today.
I started out at 5:30 with a full moon and lots of fog. By the time I got back home 2 hours later, there was still a heavy layer of fog. Later, we had a gorgeous day, up in the 60's.
Helen escaped to Kansas, and George went to Church with us today. This afternoon Hannah has scouts, so I did not get much done except go go today.
Next Sunday our Laner will be coming home for Christmas. We all will be so glad to see him, but especially his father and sister.
and I did not walk today. I went shopping in the local thrift stores for clothing for my adopted children in the Church play. There are, I think, 19 children in the play. At least 15 are girls and most of them are picked up by the Church bus. We never see their parents. The girls need dresses for the play, no jeans or slacks because it is supposed to be 1930. Most of the girls do not have a dress they can wear. This made me feel bad. Mrs. Preacher has a huge stash of thrift store dresses for them to choose from, but they are old women looking dresses. I told my three girls I would look for dresses for them. I now have dresses for my three, one of Helen's and a couple of other big girl dresses. And I am taking some of Hannah's dresses for the little girls. Helen says it is all silly, but still it made me feel bad. I know girls don't wear dresses much anymore, but not to have a dress at all? And, I guess even worse, not to have someone at home that would make sure you had a dress if you needed on for some reason.
And, if you liked the barbed wire cross I made and thought I might make you one, think again. I have made three. It really does not take that long to make one, maybe 30 to 45 minutes, but it was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I may try some with just wire, no beads, or maybe not.
Me and Hannah in our 1930's costumes. I made the hat. Can you tell? I was going to try to find some fake pearls to wear with this dress, but kept forgetting to look. The neckless is Christmas tree trim strands. What she needs is some little white gloves, and I need long white gloves up to the elbow. I doubt I could find those anywhere. Robert is just going to wear jean and a regular shirt. Overalls would be appropriate but I could not find any and he does not want to wear overalls anyway.
Helen still does not have a costume. She will probably wear her night gown.
Update, Betty says I look like Grandma Powell. We had to pick our own fake names for the play. My name is Gertie. Hannah piked Emily. Guess Helen's name.
Winnie wins the prize even if she does not known the name. Hello Irene...
Up to Paden's chicken houses. I did not walk yesterday. We went to church for play practice. Next week is the last for that, practice Wednesday and rhea play is Friday. I will be glad when it is over, but the kids have really enjoyed it. Tomorrow is go home early day.
I live along a deadend red dirt road in North West Arkansas. I am commonly known as the Sweetest Sister. I am an old woman who searches for dead relatives. Sometimes my friends try to get me to help them find people who are living, but I tell them I am only interested in people who can't talk back. Reading blogs is a waste of time.