Gravel Road Musings

Has anyone noticed that I am very generic on my titles?  Very generic!!!!  I can never come up with a cute little title that begs for the article to be read.  There are probably several reasons for this: a. the article isn't begging to be read or not even worth the time required to read it b. naming things isn't my forte (our poor kids, if we ever have any) c. I tend to ramble on posts so that a title would have to be long-winded and an article in and of itself to capture the full essence of the post. Some days, I long to sit down and write long, sophisticated posts that are full of mental wanderings and ponderings and leave everyone walking away or clicking away going--Wow!!  She really made me think. Other days, I want to sit down and type out a post that will leave your sides aching from laughter. Most days, I manage to skip blogging altogether. A few days, I sit down and just blog about whatever I think about that is appropriate to put on a computer sc...

So, I really left this blog in an annoying and disturbed state of mind.  I am healthy again and have been for nearly a month.  Wow, I never realized how good it is to feel good.  I guess it's clear proof that sometimes you never know what you had until it's missing. So, for the last several weeks, I have been studying the Proverbs 31 woman, using the course outlined here . I have really been enjoying it.  I don't know if all the descriptions is really how it was for this lady, but I do know it has really helped me to feel like I could maybe attain to some form of virtue.  I did tell D this morning though, that sometimes I feel like the only thing I have in common with this lady is the fact of hunting for good deals.  (She gathers her food from afar was given to mean, she went the distance to buy good, wholesome, and cheaper food than buying it at the corner store.)  But as I sit here on the couch, there are dishes piled on the counter that didn't get...

So, I whined a lot yesterday about being sick and about all the things that never happen to me are happening to me, well guess what?  One more thing has happened!!!!!!!  I have pretty much officially lost my voice.  As in I didn't work today, because I really can barely talk, even worse than the last few days.  Now, with enough effort, I can get audible sentences at all times, but in no way would I be having a shouting contest with anyone.  So, I just want to know if I have been humbled enough by all this that I can soon start to feel better again. And I keep reading about this virtuous woman.  I'm doing this study from GoodMorningGirls blog and it has really helped the Proverbs 31 woman to not be so lofty and out of reach.  I don't know if it's all accurate in the details, but the lady who wrote the e-book to go with it takes the verses and brings them down to our times.  "Bringeth her food from afar,"  equals scrupulous and frugal shoppin...

This third decade things isn't working out so well for me.  I told my co-worker today that I think I will have to skip the 30's and go straight to the 40's.  She thought maybe old age would be easier to handle than sickness?  I don't know, but being sick has sure not blossomed into anything wonderful. I don't get sick and I certainly don't get the "flu", and I don't run fevers either.  All of these high-falutin' statements have crumbled around my feet in the last 5 days.  I have been sick, I have run fevers up to 101.5, and I think I got the icky nasty "flu".  Sick enough, that the flu shot is sounding very tempting for next year and I am one that laughs at that shot.  But since Saturday afternoon, all that has gotten done around this joint was the dishes one time (and then not even put away yet).  And now, I did manage to get a load of laundry in the washer and dryer and need to dredge up the courage to get off the couch and go put...

It's a slow day in the life of the little country clinic.  Everybody must be working frantically to get all their hay in before possible rain.  It's funny, really, how we always have a reason for a slow day.  Either it's too nice to go to the doctor, or it's too rainy or whatever.  Always a reason.  :):) A slow day every now and then is nice though, really.  Nobody wants to answer the phone either, it seems, because my inbox is full of people who don't answer their phones.. I hope nobody minds my small rants on here about life and how you should behave at the doctor's office.  Unfortunately, I don't go through the list each time I go on here to see what has been ranted about previously, so if I repeat myself, just bear with me and chalk up to early-onset dementia. Speaking of dementia, I bet you were all expecting a big rant to come up.  Well, it would have, but right now I can't think what I wanted to rant about anymore.  Sad, isn't it? ...

From this: just plain and dirty tannish pots To This: Supposed to look old-fashioned, expensive, granite pots.  I am quite happy with how they turned out and now they are filled with geraniums, petunias, and allysum.  I guess I was going to post a picture of the filled pots, but I don't have one and they aren't very nice yet, so we will have to wait and see.   I finally finished it.  It's name?  "Kiss me Kate"  I like it quite a lot.  It is all scrap material, with no rhyme or reason.  Now, I want to go sew some more.  

It really is hard to come up with names for a blog, especially when I have full intentions of touching on numerous subjects within one blog post. As we all know, I don't blog too often, so I have to cover a lot of subjects when I do. I always have good intentions of blogging, but too many other things come in my way and I get easily sidetracked. So to all you young moms out there who use cloth diapers. Kudos to you. I applaud you and appreciate you, but I have just one thing to say. When you go away and take cloth diapers and your child requires a diaper change, go ahead and change the diaper, but PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE take the dirty cloth diaper with you. It is most disagreeable to the nurse to walk out into the waiting room and find a suspicious diaper laying half on a little chair, half on the floor. A glove is gotten and the object gingerly picked up, (all the while, the nurse is thinking, surely not, surely not. Surely no one actually left their dirty diaper here did ...