I’ve Been Robbed!

Well, about 36 years ago I was, anyway.  I recently re-lived the experience when I found the evidence tucked away with my scrapbook items.

You know what? I didn’t even know I’d been robbed for a L O N G time after. Not until I found this:

I don’t remember where I found it, but I do remember finding it, and when I decided it was a keepsake, I dated the back of it “late 1974-early 1975”. I apparently found it in “early 1975”.

Puzzled, I peeled the Scotch tape back and unfurled the following note.

A ransom note. Obviously pretty old now, but fairly fresh back in the mid-70’s. My thief was very much into rebus (pictures for words).

D(ear)

Mailbox (obviously…)

Bank (it was a plastic “safe” from Discovery toys and you had to have the combination to open it up)

Someone had stolen my piggy bank and wanted a whopping seventy-five cents to give it back. My piggy bank had been gone for a few months, and I hadn’t noticed. I don’t think it even had 75 cents in it, but don’t remember for sure.

There were directions and a map for me to follow when leaving the ransom, and if I didn’t follow them, my bank was going to burn. Thing is, he gave me until 7:00 p.m. that evening. Which evening?

My thief’s name? The note was signed.

If you’ve known me for very long, you know this came from one of my brothers. The one who acts all innocent and good, then from out of the blue, becomes “the Villan”. Hmmm… you know that wasn’t Randy. He was just villainous all the time. :o)

That means the “other” brother (the one who left me this other note when I borrowed his gloves for like two minutes) was the bank-napper who stole my it and hid it away, then left me this awesome ransom note. Problem was, it took me so long to find the note and realize my bank was missing, he forgot all about his evil plot. (That is why the date on the back of the note is so ambiguous. Neither of us knew for sure when he wrote it.)

You’ll be happy to know that I got my bank back, unharmed, without paying any ransom. I showed him the note when I found it, and he gave a full confession and returned my property unharmed, without my having to pay anything.

I’m pretty sure he “earned” enough $$ a few years later when he was a busboy and I was a waitress and sometimes my tips would “fall” on the floor while the table was being wiped off. Then that money would be free game for anyone who picked it up. 

I told you. He secretly was the Villan.

Celebrate This Season

I’m living a variety of seasons all at once right now, not the least of which has been an amazing Autumn here on the Great Plains. Autumn is my favorite of the four seasons as the weather cools, the humidity disappears, and nature’s colors are gorgeous.

One day last week as Bradley and I got to the bottom step of the back deck, I spotted a perfect Autumn leaf lying on the sidewalk. It didn’t come from any tree in our yard, rather the wind carried and deposited it there for me to discover.

I stuck it between the pages of a really thick phone book for a week, and when it seemed sufficiently flat and dried, I matted it onto some scrapbook cardstock and put it in this simple black 5 x 7” frame.

I don’t know where this will hang, probably in the kitchen where I spend a good deal of my time.

Just a simple, sweet reminder of this favorite of seasons.

Light A Candle

Today in Tennessee Debbie’s family is having her Celebration of Life. Many of us in the extended family are unable to be there with them, but in loving memory of Deb, and in prayerful support of her husband, children, grandchildren, mother, and siblings, we will light a candle for her.

Mine is lighted and shining in the window now.

My heart is in Tennessee today.

"For thou wilt light my candle: the LORD my God will enlighten my darkness. -Ps 18:28"

Funtime with the Cricut

We recently celebrated Greg’s niece’s birthday and I wanted to give her a little something for her new apartment. I picked up a small, unscented candle and got out the Cricut to personalize it for her.

A capital “H” cut from black vinyl went on first:

Then I used some lime green, her favorite color, to cut “hannah”:

Using the transfer tape, I peeled the letters off the vinyl backing

 

and they were ready to position onto the candle. I centered the entire name over the capital “H”. Since the letters were on the transfer tape, I was able to reposition without too much trouble – you can see here I got the letters a little on a slant at first.

When the letters were positioned to my satisfaction, I rubbed over the lettering and then peeled off the transfer tape.

She seemed to really like it, especially with the lime green letters.

Yeah, I didn’t get the letters straight after all, but it’s still a fun little candle and a sweet gift that didn’t strain the budget at all.

While we had the vinyl out, I opened up the Cricut Expressions machine I had at home from the library. (I own a small, early version of the Cricut, but am able to check out the awesome Expression and a few cartridges at a time from the local library.) There was a spot on the dining room wall just begging for some kind of quote, and since Thanksgiving is coming up, I chose a line from a popular hymn, “We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing”.

The Cricut Expression can cut 12 x 24” shapes, and I picked up a 24” mat at Hobby Lobby several weeks ago, so I was able to cut and transfer the entire quote with one piece of transfer tape.

The steps are the same as with the candle. The quote is cut and excess vinyl removed, then the transfer tape down over the top:

Here’s the spot on the wall. If you look closely you can see the laser level line so I get the words on the wall straight (yeah, I’m challenged that way…)

Aligning the text with the laser line, I rub the letters onto the wall, first with my hand, then I go over each letter with a wide craft stick.

Peel off the transfer tape,

And there it is – an appropriate sentiment for the Thanksgiving dining room:

The text is level, the wall hanging above it is not… I said I was challenged that way!

You’ll notice it’s missing an apostrophe in “Lord’s”. I did hand cut one from vinyl and just pop it up on the wall. There was no apostrophe on the cartridge I used to design the quote.

This vinyl is easily removable, though not intended to be reusable. If you order vinyl online, it’s pretty inexpensive, so changing quotes with the season would be very doable. I do like this one for the dining room, though, so it’ll probably stay awhile.

To Everything There Is A Season

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven" Ecclesiastes 3:1

Yesterday I posted that Bible verse with my status update on Facebook. I was talking about my garden mostly, but heavy on my heart was my cousin Debbie. Just as my garden is at the end of the season of bounty and fruitfulness, Debbie was at the end of her own season, her battle with cancer almost over.

Only 51 years old, mother of three, grandmother of six, wife to the love of her life, daughter, sister, niece, and cousin. Her spirit strong and her body full of fight.

That fight ended this afternoon, and like Cousin Patty told me, “Our family is not the same without her.”

A light has gone out and there is a darkness in our hearts right now. I know that darkness will turn back to light, as we fondly remember her time with us, and take comfort in knowing she’s wrapped in God’s Heavenly arms and cannot hurt any more.

As Debbie’s family, we have been forced into a new season we did not want, but that is the way of it, is it not? We go through this season and into the next, just as happens in my garden. There will be light and blooms and beauty again, because she sowed those seeds in our hearts. Y

Oh, You Guys

I had such noble intentions to get back to blogging on a regular basis, but the days have sped by in a blur, and here it is several weeks between posts yet again.

Besides the quick videos posted last month, let’s take a look at what Brad-man’s been up to lately:

pumpkin shopping

having a birthday!

feeding the goats at the pumpkin patch

snuggling with Grampy

playing in his swing

“helping” in the garden

dressing up for Halloween (as James T. Kirk – Star Trek – for those of you who cannot tell…)

trick or treating for the first time

having his first haircut

and getting a shampoo Mohawk

He’s a busy boy who keeps me running all day, but what a blessing that we get to spend so much time together. I do know how lucky I am!

Chatting with Bradley

He’s becoming more conversational, even if he does speak his own language.

Sometimes I answer him with the same gibberish and we have a conversation, but about what I don’t know. He’s happy with whatever it is I’m telling him, though.

It’s all part of his speech development and he’s doing great. I look forward to that day when we can have a conversation in my language! :o)

Want “More”?

Once Bradley started sitting in his high chair to eat, I started using the sign for “more” with him. Yesterday he signed to me for more animal cracker (organic from Whole Foods – yum!):

The reason I chose “more” is because it’s easy for him to put his hands together in front of his body. The sign is made by tapping the tips of your fingers together with your hands closed. When he first started mimicking the sign, it was just like “patty-cake”. Now he’s got one hand closed and one open. I don’t correct him, eventually he’ll close that second hand and make the sign correctly. What’s important is that he’s using the sign to communicate. I think this is very exciting! :o)

It’s time to start learning a new sign – I’m thinking “eat” would be a good one.

(You probably noticed the bubbles. Jess purchased an inexpensive bubble machine for Bradley’s birthday party, but forgot to take it. I put bubble solution in it and just let it run on the front porch while we played. Hundreds of bubbles rained down and he loved them.)

Enchanting

On Friday afternoon my next door neighbor came over and invited Bradley and me to visit her backyard garden. She’d been out watering and discovered the trees were full of Monarch butterflies. Donna knows how much I enjoy the creatures out in the garden and thought I’d like to show the butterflies to Bradley.

He was very serious while watching them flit around and would point to them in the trees.

At one point I was able to get one onto my finger and hold it closer to Bradley. It only stayed 2 or 3 seconds, but it was cool to hold it.

I had noticed several Monarchs flying around that morning when I walked down the alley, but didn’t really think anything of it. There is a lot of milkweed around the area and that’s what they feed on, so it’s not out of the ordinary to see a few around the yard.

Of course I had to Google for facts about Monarch migration after seeing this gorgeous display. Here’s a condensed version regarding their migration from http://www.monarchbutterflyusa.com/Migration.htm:

“Across the USA monarchs soar and glide in the warm sunshine from March through October (depending where they are born), but what happens in the fall when the brisk cold winds set in and winter looms in the air? Monarchs cannot survive cold winter temperatures of the northern states. So what does a monarch do to keep warm? It MIGRATES south and HIBERNATES! This means that it rests, with a very slow heart rate, just like bears in their hibernation caves. Monarchs east of the Rockies migrate 2500 miles to the Oyamel fir trees of Mexico. Monarchs west of the Rockies migrate to southern California to the eucalyptus trees of Pacific Grove and surrounding areas.

The monarch's flight to Mexico has been compared to the migration habits of birds flying south for the winter. It is the only insect that can fly 2,500 miles to a warmer climate. Their unique wing structure and yearly life cycle makes it possible for the fall generation monarchs to travel thousands of miles (on those amazing little wings) to the warm nesting grounds of Mexico and southern California.”

I am always appreciative and amazed when allowed to witness the wonders of Creation such as this. Hopefully that appreciation is being passed down the generations. Many thanks to Donna for thinking of us and letting us join her in this experience!

Keep on Brushing, Baby

Jessica is doing a fine job of instilling good dental habits in Bradley. He currently has seven teeth and must be working on some more, what with all the drooling going on.

He loves to have his teeth brushed using “training” toothpaste. This toothpaste has no flouride and is safe for him to swallow. He has a couple of toothbrushes – one sent home for him by the dental hygienist the last time I had a check-up.

Tonight he decided he’d brush his own teeth and his mama got a little video (aren’t cell phone cameras convenient?).

(The voice you hear is Jessica.)

Once he got to try brushing his own teeth, he didn’t want to stop, but he was too tired to keep on for long and gladly traded the toothbrush for a bottle. :o)

A Walk Down Memory Lane

This title is almost literally what I did one day a few weeks ago. I walked down memory lane in Harrison Park, and I went back, way back to a time of swimming at the pool, running the trails, and Girl Scout day camp near the creek.

Lots has changed in that park since I was a kid. The pool is gone now and you can’t really even tell it was ever there:

What seemed like an enormous concrete monument to summer didn’t really take up all that much space. I did get a little ache in my stomach when snapping this photo. So much of my childhood was spent here.

The pool isn’t the only thing that is gone – all of the play equipment up by the former pool entrance is gone, too. There is just a concrete walking path and a bike rack now.

Off to the west side of that path you can still see the trails through the trees, though. As children we ran those trails, playing in that little bit of wild forest available in the prairie.

Further down the path we come to the one thing that hasn’t really changed about this park, and that is Beaver Creek. Still nasty.

My brothers used to get in there and fish out the wayward golf balls from the country club golf course just to the west. Then they’d sell them back to the club house. I’m not sure they made enough money to justify the icky water and leeches, but that’s what they did. They also used to catch crawdads and bring them home, asking Mom to make them for supper. Thank goodness Mom always declined!

Down in the bottom of the park there were swings and a merry-go-round. This is where we had Girl Scout day camp each summer, and many a picnic. It’s been renovated now with new play equipment, sand volleyball, and a horseshoes area.

If you look closely at the left side of the photo, you’ll see the old merry-go-round – same one from when we were kids.

Bradley enjoyed coming along with me on my walk down memory lane. He was tired and ready for a nap, but listened to me babble on about what fun that park was for me when I was a child, and how much fun he was going to get to have there – different fun, but we’ll make great memories just the same.

 

Cat On a Hot Asphalt Roof

The other day I walked outside just as Tucker was readying himself to jump from the back deck rail onto the garage roof. Really? Is 4 cat years really like 12 human years and I’m dealing with a headstrong young boy who knows no danger?!

He barely glanced at me before hopping up onto the roof, then sauntered to the peak and laid down. Then he just watched the birds fly around and cars drive by. I’m thinking to myself, “The cat laid down on the peak of the garage roof. If he can’t get down, I’m NOT going up!  Good thing the fire station is just down the alley so I can call for them to rescue my cat…”  

Of course it wasn’t necessary to call for rescue. After a few minutes Tucker sauntered down and hopped back onto the deck. Then he scolded me – for what, I’m not sure, but he was quite serious about it.

Max watched all this while lying on the deck step. He was not about to get into any trouble…

“See Mom? I’m the GOOD cat!”

Use the Fork, Brad

A couple of days ago I gave Brad a little fork to use with his lunch, and noticed that he was using it to eat. Had to get out the camera and get a video. Guess that put the hex on fork usage…  Anyway, here’s a short video of him having lunch and me encouraging him to Use the Fork, Brad.

Sunrise on the Prairie

This is why being up early on Sunday morning is awesome:

I know there is no way with my little point and shoot camera that I will capture the colors – plus this photo was taken while I was sitting in the car, pointing the camera behind me. I wanted a shot of the sunrise so you’d appreciate this:

This is the reflection of the sunrise on the clouds. It was so pretty I had to stop in the middle of the road and just look at it.

Notice the weeds and the corn are both taking on a brownish hue – you know what that means – AUTUMN!

YIPPEE!