It's the end of June and my Daylilies have bloomed!
Miss Merry's House with the Picket Fence
Welcome to my little gray house with the picket fence. Thank you for visiting!
Saturday, June 25, 2022
End of June and it's Daylily Day
Tuesday, June 14, 2022
Summer's Here, Weather or Not We Are Ready For It
I had to do a quick post. Every time I open my page, I see a little boy in a winter hat. That was because it was the first of June. Now that it is two weeks later, our temperatures will be in the 100's the rest of the week.
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The brewery is open! Today we are steeping Red Raspberry and Green Tea. |
The family health problems are all in a holding pattern. One of my daughter's doctors is off on an Alaskan cruise. Co-gramma is home for now. Friend is visiting Cleveland Clinic twice this week.
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It's almost Day Lily Time!!! |
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I fought my husband about cutting these pink spireas back last year. He was right. They looked even better before the storm. |
Tuesday, June 7, 2022
School's Out
This little guy has had several sleepovers since our co-grampa has had some very serious health issues. Between both parents work schedules and since they live out of town, he has been a temporary boarder.
Today's job - one small cabinet!
I do want to thank everyone for their prayers for my daughter who had Achilles surgery. It turned out a little more complicated than expected, but she was healing well. Then . . . she developed a blood clot in her ankle. On a Friday night. On a weekend. Instead of hospitalizing her, they sent her home with prescriptions she was unable to fill because of something about the drug and urgent care, finally getting an order from a different doctor for a 3 day prescription that they had to pay $300 out of pocket. The next weekend (Memorial Day) she began her cycle and was hemorrhaging. This was another challenge since I guess no women under the age of 50 ever took a blood thinner? Trust me, the weekend was an uproar and I had to go up to their house almost 2 hours away just to shop for supplies for her. Once people went back to work on Tuesday, she had some tests and they have found a mass in her uterus which was biopsied and we are awaiting the report. She is having another vascular ultrasound on her foot this week. She has been able to maintain her hemoglobin levels 2 points above transfusions. So any continue prayers in this ongoing mess are appreciated.
The good news is that she completed her doctoral dissertation and has it submitted so she can graduate at the end of July.
If we are counting, co-grampa currently in ICU, daughter who is dealing with lots of issues and boyfriend visiting several specialists due to ongoing health issues are on our family prayer chain. Whew.
Wednesday, May 25, 2022
Church and Graduates
My youngest son was baptized after mass on "Sign Up Sunday" for CCD classes at our old church. Our oldest of the five was a first grader and I did not get her signed up. When I arrived at the door of the classroom the next Sunday, I was told there was no room for her in the class. We drove home, I looked in the phone book under Catholic churches and called the first one whose name began with "A". The director and first grade teacher were at my house that afternoon with forms and activities she missed that morning. When I got a call on Monday from the first church to apologize for a misunderstanding, I had already switched our membership.
The next Sunday she and I arrived for mass. Afterwards I was walking her to her classroom when I was stopped and told the church was having a breakfast to celebrate something. I confessed I had not brought any money and was told - there is no charge. Our parish is a little country church that does not have an attached school (anymore, kids my age actually attended the two classroom school back in the 60's before the diocese closed it). I knew we had landed in the right place, where God was more important than money.
Two years later I was the first grade CCD teacher, a position I loved and enjoyed for 20 years. Year 21 I arrived at church on Sign Up Sunday with my crayons and the director, who can talk me into anything, sat in my pew and said she was moving me to the confirmation class. Yikes. I taught the now called PSR confirmation class for 8 years, retiring when my first grandchild moved to Ohio. About 5 years later I succumbed to begging and returned for another 4 years in the confirmation game.
By then things were changing. Our churches became sisters and twins and were matched with different other churches along the way. We were no longer just a little country parish, we were lumped with larger churches who didn't like our ways. Everything became a "charge" or fundraiser. I began to call our parish the red headed step child (does anyone say that anymore?) I do still sit on a board at a catholic church in town that we were sister/twined with maybe 15-20 years ago. They lost our parish but kept me, lol.
Then came the elections in 2015. All the sudden the little country church became very political. I was uncomfortable with the name calling on Facebook. I was a nicer person then and quietly unfriended former church friends. I sat by myself in the back of church and resigned from most church activities, including the ladies group where I had served as an officer for over 25 years. I still baked ridiculous amounts of pies for church functions and did grunt work when called by certain people, but I was not an active part of this community.
Covid. As a church, many of the members felt this was a hoax and masks were an infringement of rights. They did begin sharing mass on Facebook so I have attended from my recliner for the past two years. I have been totally absent in activities. I have really struggled with this.
Last week a church friend I respect contacted me. She and I used to do a lot of small breakfasts and dinners and projects behind the scenes. She wanted to revive a former activity we did where we invited our graduating seniors and their families to breakfast on a Sunday in May. Of course I said yes. We are a small parish and our first count was 2 graduates, parents, grandparents, priest and deacon for a total of ten. After they heard it was Mary and Maria (you know, we are catholic), the number grew to over 40. She and I do these things out of the love in our hearts, not for money or donations. Here is what we came up with. (sorry some is eaten - even with a Jessica helping, we were busy!)