The monastic community of the Society of Saint John the Evangelist developed a set of eleven prayers, basing them on the seven ‘principal prayers’ as found in the Episcopal Catechism, and adding To Jesus, Celebrate, Silence and Thy Kingdom Come.
I will be posting a single photo with the words over the next eleven days. I hope you enjoy the photos and if you are so inclined to offer a prayer as well.
My apologies for seeing this before the actual commencement date of May 25. WordPress functions sometimes elude me.
My friend and I had looked forward to this weekend with great anticipation. Two days in class with Bonnie Hunter at Stitchin Heaven. She had been to a workshop with her in our local guild and I went to one in Las Vegas Nevada–where regretfully I missed that day due to food poisoning. We were pleased to see we could set our machines up the afternoon before.
When we arrived the next day, we discovered more tables and chairs had been added, crowding nearly 50 people into a space that comfortably fit about 25—space is needed to assemble fabrics, cutting tools, laying out of pieces and parts and so forth. Although the owner apologized for the space—we discovered that there were several people on the waiting list now in class with us. Perhaps an alternate venue had been planned and canceled at the last minute.This was touted as ‘make a new friend’. The two people sitting in front of us never stopped talking during the entire two days and were definitely not people I wanted as friends–I have a MP3 player with my choices of music. There were four more rows in front of them–we were all a captive audience.
Our teacher was exhausted and spent most of the two days sitting with her friends and chatting with them. Unlike other venues, she did not eat lunch with us, choosing instead to leave with her friends, perhaps a wise choice as the food was reminiscent of school cafeterias.
It was a disappointing two days of class.
However, we did go shopping in a wonderful group of antique stores. Lots of fun things to see. I bought an antique top for $35 to quilt; we went to see Godspell produced by the community theater group–not exactly talent rich but still enjoyable. The Best Western was shabby but clean and the manager-owner was an early bird and so she had coffee and breakfast ready at 5:30 instead of the 6 or 7 as advertised. She also was amenable to some of our group setting up their machines in the lobby and sewing in the evenings. She enjoyed people and chatted with us as though we were family.
Will we return?
Next year they have promised a full week of class and in a larger classroom. I’m not sure I want to repeat this experience. I did however, complete the first day’s project at home–I didn’t get much done there working from fabrics in my lap. The second day’s project is minimally started; perhaps I’ll throw those pieces into an orphan block and pieces box.
more antique quilts are here on smugmug plus a few other photos
I had to work this past weekend–it involved a long drive on Friday and returning on Sunday. I loaded up their feeder, filled the watering bucket half full, changed the paper in the crate and left them on their own–the dogs were kenneled–otherwise I’m sure I would have no worries about chickens in the future.
When I arrived home early Sunday afternoon, they still had food and water–but there was fuzzy fluff everywhere–and these little chickies no longer had down—anywhere—just feathers. I took them outside in the crate and let them wander around on the grass—in the crate–they don’t really come when they are called–quite yet. Changed their paper, refilled feeder and water—and then put a handful of grass and some sand in the crate–they still yell….the sky is falling but then they take one look at that grass and dive right in.
Tomorrow they are graduating to their coop====before I retrieve the dogs from their vacation at the kennel.
This week’s assignment was “Backside”.
I pondered this assignment thinking about all the terms that go along with back–or backside.There’s back draft, back lash, back fire, turn your back, go backwards, turn back, and then all those things that used to happen behind the barn. But I was in a city busy with disability exams for Social Security–not for myself but for people who have decided that they want/need a disability check.
I chose to take a photo of the back of a nearby office building–the place where the utilities are hidden along with garbage cans, cast off furniture, broken grocery carts, cardboard boxes and so forth. This builidng had a very discrete very tall wooden fence hiding all of this—yes, I peeked through the spaces between the boards to see.
I could say a lot about my day doing disability exams for Social Security but it is very depressing. So many people just want a check instead of trying something else, trying to improve their health–they want someone else to take care of them. And the grouching that we were behind schedule! Some people wanted to tell me their life story and like a three year old point out every ‘owie’ and it was so amazing to see that my exam must have had restorative healing properties as many were able to leave the exam area with little indication of their claimed disability.
This is the backside of Social Security.
But I finished in good time–and arrived home today to find my chickies had survived the weekend without me–tomorrow you will get to see how much they have grown.
Spring in Texas lasts a long time with bluebonnets and paintbrush and firewheels on the roadsides and pastures. I didn’t see many bluebonnets but the firewheels were out as well as the paintbrush–none here at this little picnic spot on route to Austin.
I usually prefer the smaller roads–less traffic and more lovely scenery to view. I had never stopped at this particular spot before but it was quite lovely. Only one other vehicle was there–who left within a few minutes of my arrival. Fish swam around in the pool, hoping for a meal but I disappointed them–yogurt and a banana aren’t really great fish food.
A few more photos are here: https://sylviaweirphotos.smugmug.com/Texas/Austin-Bound/i-TF2Rh9d/A
This week’s assignment was CURVES. And I found plenty of curves in an industrial lot with lots of metal parts all lined up around the edge of the pavement.
The reason I found them was that I was hunting for the skateboard park–as in last week’s assignment of WAVES but had to double back to see where it might be. Beaumont has a large industrial component along with rice dryers and the port and so this was not a surprise. The surprise was how many different large iron thingies there were–and then there was a large covered shed with even more–but it was beginning to rain and get dark and dinner was waiting and I had about two dozen photos of just these round thingies.
Stopping to get photos in unexpected places doesn’t take all that much time–just a camera with fully charged battery and a relatively empty memory card and the willingness to stop and just take a few minutes is all it needs. I’ve gotten some great photos this way—and some terrible ones—the delete button works just great!
Last Week’s photo assignment was Waves.
I thought about flags waving, waves in the ocean or ripples in bodies of water, people waving good-bye or hello, the Navy female contingent, stadium waves but all of them seemed rather cliche. On our way to move my new hive of bees to their temporary home in Pinehurst, my husband spotted the skate board park and exclaimed–there is your wave!
Sunday afternoon despite ominous dark skies and droplets of rain I ventured out to that skateboard park. One lone ‘rider’? –not sure of the correct term for someone on a skateboard–was practicing his moves on the steps and benches and the curved ramps. I took photos from several angles but decided I was making him a bit nervous and so I left–
More tomorrow on another fun unexpected photo shoot.
For some reason I wanted to have backyard chickens. Maybe it was the idea of eggs with nice really yellow yolks or maybe it was just wanting more livestock and a reason to not travel so much. But after we built the chicken coop–we needed to populate it.
Off to Tractor Supply.
There were five or six chicken varieties there including banties–my favorite but Glen wanted larger eggs. So we got four leghorns and two Cornish reds or maybe they were Wyandottes–or maybe that is the same.
The clerk asked me if I wanted any particular ones. I said no–and he just chased them around until he captured the requested number and put them in a cardboard box. I thought we could keep them in one of the dog crates we have–not sure why we had two different sizes. It is still a bit cool in the evenings and so we set them up in the dining room with a watering device and a chick feeder.
Then Toby had to see. She stared at those little chicks–who all screamed–the sky is falling!
We decided the coop would not resist a dog intrigued by these little creatures and so off we went to Tractor Supply again—after going to Cars and Coffee—where I TOUCHED a McLaren–a quarter of a million dollar car—I don’t think I left any fingerprints.
Putting in TPosts is a lot easier with a post driver–but that was at the shop—so Glen went to the shop and collected the driver—we put up a few until I was eaten up by tiny mosquitoes and retreated to the house.
Today I had to clean the dog crate–they all screamed the sky is falling and then WE ARE STARVING!!!!. They now have a clean crate, clean water, and a quarter jar of chicken feed that they dove into.
And if anyone is interested—I photoshopped out the poopie.
This is photographic evidence with no photoshopping or other alterations of a man reading directions.
It was a simple project—buy the kit at Tractor Supply–I had been looking for months, reading, consulting a friend, and trying to remember the ins and outs from my childhood–albeit a few years ago–and in a different climate. This kit was on sale–the company no longer making them–and it seemed sturdy.
I hauled it home in the bed of my F250; Glen backed my truck into the backyard, we used a rope around the end of it to pull it out–it weight 160 pounds a bit more than the neurosurgeon would advise me lifting.
We pulled out the pieces–hunting for the directions–hoping it was originally written in English, not Chinese and then translated to English.
but it was a diagram with numbers.
So now I have a chicken coop with a small enclosed pen. Toby refused to go in carefully keeping her feet outside the doors.
Maybe some chicks this week.
Oliver now weighs ten pounds; I still had my grandma touch but he was hungry.
But James was ready to play with Grandma.
First we read his new Winnie the Pooh book. He is reading some fairly hard words—like delicious! He is full of laughter and smiles and enthusiasm–just as I remember his father. We talked about his recent field trip to a farm where he got to milk a cow–by hand. …along with a lot of other children. That had to be one patient cow.
We had to open the box of shortbread cookies—chocolate Scottie dogs and he ate one and then another–quite spoiling his dinner I am sure—but isn’t that a prerogative of being grandma.
Then we inspected his Lego creations, set off the Lunar Lander–over the balcony onto the fireplace–the astronauts landed on their heads but they didn’t seem to complain. We exited the upstairs with a demonstration of allligators crawling down the stairs—James–NOT Grandma–although I could have gotten down–it would have been more interesting to see how I got up!
Two bird feeders outside the front door were school projects and it seemed the birds really like the paper cup coated with seeds as only a few remained.
It was far too short a visit–but it will have to last for a month or so.