Fleeting Thoughts:
I believe that I am right where my Lord needs me to be at this time in my life.
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Noreen
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Noreen
Fleeting Thoughts:
I did see this quote during the last week and I believe it warrants to be used as one of my fleeting thoughts.
“If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they may have planned for you? Not much.” — Jim Rohn
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Noreen
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Yes, there is quite a bit of me that keeps memories close. My current realization is that “In the old days” times were tight with money, times were physically harder and people leaned on each other to make it. No one had their own full set of tools or equipment from A to Z. Hiring outside services to keep the farms and homes going was not thought of. People came together and pooled their talents, equipment and tools. Of course, I am remembering my Dad and his five brothers. No building too large, no amount of concrete to be mixed and poured too much, no amount of harvest to be finished before winter hit was considered . . . it was tackled and completed. Today, the fierce independence takes away any chance or possibility of needing someone else coming into the mix. Independence is great, but much is lost. I think the “Good old days” had a lot to offer mankind.
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Noreen
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When all those who lost their bid in the election that was held today realize how much money was thrown away, I hope it brings them to their knees and they cry. This money represents the amount of funds that could have funded school programs, fixed roads and bridges in our state and the list could go on. Shame, shame, shame on adults that want affirmation of their popularity by a mark on the ballot, as we know, it has nothing to do with their ability.
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Noreen
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1969 would have been the first crop year owning the farm via a contract for deed; the prior two years we were renting the farm. On a day just as great as this, big sister, four-year-old Carrie, would have been helping mind year-and-a half-old Kevin as I was behind the wheel of an older pickup, heading down the tar road pulling a flare box full of soybeans to the Buffalo Lake Elevator. Seat belts . . . were in 1968 new vehicles. We only had Carrie’s arm across Kevin’s chest as he was in between us. Grand times farming.
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Noreen
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There is nothing sweeter in my memories than picking up my children when they were toddlers and fixing all their boo boos. Priceless.
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Noreen
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Nice days bring pests. Wikipedia says, “These no-see-ums are smaller than fleas and have a supreme itch.” Those little critters drove me right into the house. Yuk!
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Noreen
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“Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.” Though it’s thundering and raining I am very thankful we have not had the hail, flooding and high winds that the folks north of us have had. It’s a day to stay indoors.
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Noreen
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A rainy, misting type of day sent me into my sewing room. No noise, just total quiet. Perfect for ramblings in thought. Last April, Megan and I were working on a Vikings quilt for Nicholas in the quiet of this sewing room. Out of the blue Megan sprouted thoughts. “Grammie, if you had bumps taken off of your toes, and you have new knees and now new shoulders, when are you going to have your head worked on?” I was totally taken by surprise and caught off guard to the point I said nothing.
“You know, Grammie, the song: “Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes . . .” Megan sang it through several times. “You’d have the whole song when you get your head fixed.” As quick as that all came out, she had no more to say as her head was bent down, guiding her quilt material to slide under the needle of the sewing machine. The machine hummed on.
In the peaceful quiet: me, myself and memories. It is priceless.
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Noreen
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Am so enjoying the sound of rain on the kitchen skylight. The trees will have their leaves rinsed off and the grass won’t crunch underfoot.