Postcards from a busy weekend

by chuckofish

Well, I made it up to Champaign-Urbana and back again–through fog and mist–and my new car did great! The Countryman has been broken in! Although stressful, it was well worth it to see darling daughter #2 and the Prairie Girls, not to mention DN who gassed up my car and cooked a yummy dinner. And I can report that, although she was barely speaking at Christmas, Ida is talking a blue streak (and in full sentences) now. She has quite a vocabulary!

On Friday, while Katie went to her pre-school Valentine’s Day party, Daughter #2 and Ida and I went to Costco. Ida insisted on pushing the cart.

We also went to an estate sale in Monticello and daughter #2 found the one thing in the house worth buying. I was very proud of her. She and her sister have both developed a ‘good eye’. On Friday night I babysat while the lovebirds went out for a Valentine’s Day drink. Easy peasey. I went home on Saturday because of the threatening weather and I’m glad I did as it snowed some more and was very windy on Sunday.

Meanwhile daughter #1 went to her church’s women’s retreat and Mr. Smith had a sleepover with the twins. I hear it went very well and he was a good dog…

They watched Lady and the Tramp. Daughter #1 picked him up after her retreat, and they stopped by at our house for happy hour. Then they went home where Mr. Smith mellowed out and watched a Woody Allen movie.

The OM (who did not burn the house down while I was gone) and I watched Bullitt (1968) as is our Valentine’s Day tradition. I enjoyed it very much per usual. 😍😍😍

We braved the elements and went to church on Sunday, along with most of our stalwart fellow church members. We heard a good sermon on Hebrews 10:19-25 where we were reminded “to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some…” We had a ‘fold’ meeting during adult ed time which included a zoom meeting with some missionaries we support. It’s always good to be back in the fold!

My faith has found a resting place,
From guilt my soul is freed;
I trust the ever living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.
I need no other argument,
I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

–Eliza E. Hewitt [Lidie H. Edmunds] 1891

Have a good Monday–stay warm!