Here it is the end of February and due to the cold temperatures and all that snow we postponed Sisters Day until the fourth week this month. As important as Sisters Day is to all of us there is one thing more important—that’s the safety and welfare of each other.
The Feb. 23 dawned sunny and warm. Are we glad we waited to have our day? Those present were Lucy Branson, Mary Jo Crider, Shirley Huffman, Linda Crider, me, our hostess, Susie Kleffner and Pam Hale. Our Breakfast guests were Hayden Zink and Harley Gwen, two of Harold’s great-grandkids.
Because I still can’t climb the stairs and I have a bed in the dinning area, I moved the table and chairs to the living room with extra chairs all full of sisters.
I don’t drink coffee so Lucy brought her coffee pot and started the coffee and I made myself a pitcher of tea.
In an effort to celebrate Valentine’s Day, the table was set with handmade placemats made by Miss Hayden and Linda. Setting up and decorating was hard work, just ask Hayden.
The table was filled with cinnamon raisin bagels with strawberry and garden vegetable cream cheese, mixed frozen fruit (which turned out to be less then expected). It had peaches, pineapple, grapes, melon and kiwi) but it tasted kind a sour. We also had banana bread.
Of course, this continental breakfast was accompanied by much conversation.
The first topic was Shirley’s grandson, David’s wedding. Lots of details and passing of information took place. Speaking of passing, Shirley passed around a book of engagement pictures. When she got them on her computer, she looked at them and told the happy couple she couldn’t decide which one she wanted and the bride said that’s okay I’ll get you a book with all of them in it. That’s is what we saw. I understand why she couldn’t choose.
Shirley also told us about David tearing down an old log house on his property. It turned out to be more work than he thought because of the way it was put together but he saved all the logs to use later.
Mary Jo’s sister, Jackie, had a possum at her chicken house a couple of times. She called Mary Jo to come and get rid of it. The second time she went she came armed and that fixed Jackie’s varmint problem.
Miss Hayden, she’s 8, worked hard making a stage and Valentine puppets. Then we paused from our visiting to watch the puppet show she had put together. It was great with a skit and a few jokes.
When the show was over, Shirley got out a box of old pictures. She sorted out 5 or 6 big boxes of pictures over the last 3 or 4 weeks. We passed them around and took the ones we wanted. I got a couple I didn’t have of Lois and I when we were little. I also got a picture of my uncle Felix Crider who lived in Florida.
Someone talked about having a haunted doll that kept moving so they burned it.
Having a job working from home takes on all kinds of new elements these days. One of Mary Jo’s grandsons took his computer along on a hunting trip. He hunted in the morning then worked when he got back in the early afternoon. Do you think this young man might be related to Leo Crider?
Shirley’s grandson, Ezra, graduated from college with a computer science degree. He wrote a program for something. NASA saw the program and immediately hired him. He now lives in Oregon and makes “buckets” of money, at least a lot more then he was before.
Mary Jo has an angel wing begonia. When she got it, it had a couple leaves and now it is touching the ceiling and is blooming like crazy. She wanted to know what to do now, let it grow across the ceiling or run it back to the floor or cut off the top and start new plants? Too many choices. Lois and I had one years ago that grew and bloomed great. It was beautiful and I’m sure Mary Jo’s is too.
We discussed changing doctors and how after you see the doctor on your first visit from then on you see a nurse practitioner. I have nothing against nurse practitioners but why does the visit cost the same as if you saw the doctor?
Shirley’s boy, Jeff, is rebuilding a very old truck. Knowing that he likes old trucks Shirley posted a picture on Facebook for Jeff to see. Ever since then she has been getting pictures of old trucks and ones for sale and parts for sale. Jeff has been teasing her about being his truck mom.
Lunch rolled around. We had chicken and dumping soup, spring mix salad, mixed vegetables, and two kinds of crackers. Dessert was a cherry upside down cake. Everyone enjoyed the meal and conversation continued.
We talked about how hard it is to understand over the phone some people with accents. Some accents are harder to understand then others. No insult intended to anyone as they can speak two languages and I can barely speak one. But it does make it hard to make an appointment or get information. Ever call about your computer? Oh my!
Quilting came up, of course. We talked about a shop in Bourbon that has nice material and supplies at very reasonable prices. The Rooster Creek quilt shop in Holts Summit has moved from the plaza to Simon Boulevard.
We shared a few puns and church signs. Here’s a few for you. “What sits on the bottom of the sea and twitches?” “A nervous wreck.” Here’s a sign: “I have a chicken proof lawn; its impeccable.” I have to include this one: “My favorite essential oil is bacon grease.” We had several good laughs and a couple of groans.
I hope you are enjoying the warm weather the past few weeks. I even heard a couple of song birds this week. Take care and we’ll be back in a couple weeks. That’s what makes postponing the day is that in this case it’s only two weeks until the next one. As usual I can’t wait.
Thought: As my Grandad always used to say, “As one door closes another on opens.” He was a lovely man but a terrible cabinet maker.
Advice from an old farmer: “Don’t judge folks by their relatives.”