No Cabin Fever

    Winter is the season where life moves indoors and moves more slowly. This winter has been cold and snowy for weeks. The Susquehanna River is frozen solid. The snow geese usually begin arriving at the Middle Creek Wildlife Preserve this time of year but they are late this year. The lake is frozen and the fields are covered with snow. How do they know to wait because there is no food or water available here?  

   The ice and snow is a delight for folks who love ice and snow. Me? Not so much. It's a time to hunker down and enjoy some of the things there isn't as much time for in the other seasons of the year. Now I am speaking as a senior citizen living in an empty nest. I well remember that in the years when we were raising a family the winter was as busy as any other season. Driving children back and forth to school takes a chunk out of the day five days each week. There were seven lunches to pack every morning and a whole cake was gone in two days. Not to mention all the cleaning, laundry, and you name it that goes with raising children.

   Now the tables are turned. Our children are all married and capable of taking care of themselves, and help us with some of the heavy work like shoveling snow, making repairs in the house etc.  Does that mean I have time on my hands and get bored in the winter? No! I never run out of things to do. I still need to cook, clean, and do laundry. It's not in such large amounts, but I don't move as fast either. I won't mention how many days I took Leroy to doctor appointments. I still had time for all the "fun" things there are to do indoors in the winter. Here are samples of what is keeping me busy.

Writing short stories and historical articles.

Crocheting baby caps and blankets

1000 piece puzzles

Reading books

Scrapbooking

   I will never run out of things to do as long as my hands, eyes, and brain work. I embroidered a quilt top I intended to quilt this winter. I see the winter slipping away and am beginning to think it might have to wait for another winter. As someone once said, "The Good Lord is not going to take me Home until my work is done. I'm so far behind I'll never die." 😄The reason I can't catch up is because I keep getting ideas for things I should do. There's no cabin fever for me!

Snow Day

  January started out mild but then hit us with a double whammy of cold and snow. Today was the second Sunday in a row that church was canceled. The snow started falling during the night and continued all day, sometimes mixing with sleet and freezing rain. We had been duly warned of the coming storm and prepared in case the power went off. Thankfully, the power stayed on and none of it was needed.

   With all the resources available today, we were able to listen to my nephew preach a sermon that was recorded in the fall. We also listed to a chorus program. That served as in-home church today. We had a good warm lunch in a warm house.  And at the end of the day two volunteers showed up to clear the driveway. 

   Snow days used to be full of activities with people milling around, going in and out. There would be sledding, digging caves in the drifts, wet mittens, boots making tracks across the floor, hot chocolate, popcorn, and much more. Now only two of us slowly rattle around in the house. We don't set foot outdoors unless it is necessary and then hurry back inside. We like snow best with glass between us. He reads and naps. I crochet, listen to music, and chat on WhatsApp.

    While we were cozy in our snow day at home, Russians once again bombed Ukrainian utilities, cutting off power to thousands of innocent people on a cold winter day. This is the fourth year the Ukrainians have been suffering cold, powerless winters. If we lose power for a couple hours we don't know what to do with ourselves. They have been living with intermittent power failures for years. My heart goes out to them. I felt guilty being so well off while they suffer. It's not fair. Why should we have it so easy? 

Blue baby blanket with stripes of variegated colors

The storm has moved on and the sun is shining again.

Christmas 2025

 

December 27, 2025

Food: charcuterie board, rolls, ham balls, potatoes, sweet potatoes, mixed vegetables, 

salad, cranberry, pie, cookies, ice cream, coffee, and punch

Thirty-seven people shared the day. 

Fun: The children waited patiently through singing and photo sessions. 

Then it was finally time for gifts.

Samuel

Emma

Bags of goodies and gift cards for restaurants

Fellowship

Emma and great-grandson Malcom

Gene, Jay, and Daryl

Josh and his Great-aunt Carol

Pop and the boys

Archery practice

Ordered By The Lord

    Psalm 37:23 says, "The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord." We understand God is in control of the universe and He guides us through life. Sometimes we don't understand why things happen but believe God knows what He is doing. Sometimes it is immediately clear that God was directing our steps. We had an experience like that this week.

   Leroy's brother had surgery on his neck to clear a blockage in an artery in his neck. Surgery was successful and he went home. A few days later he went to church on Sunday morning. During church he passed out and was rushed to the ER. They decided he passed out due to low blood pressure. While he was being checked, he said something didn't feel right at his neck. The nurses saw his neck ballooning out. The artery had sprung a leak. He was rushed into the operating room and given a trach so he could breathe. Repairs were made to the artery and he was taken to a room in the ICU with a respirator. He is still in ICU but making progress every day and breathing on his own again through the trach.

   If he had not gone to church Sunday morning, he would have died at home alone. Being surrounded by people when he passed out saved his life. If he had not been in the ER when the artery sprung a leak, it would have been curtains. His time was not up yet. He was at the right  place at the right time twice that morning. 

   Truly, our steps are ordered by the Lord. I want to remember that when I don't understand what is happening.

Winter Wonderland

    Christmas is just eight days away. According to one of the songs we are hearing this month, "it's the season to be jolly." I don't agree with what being jolly means to some people, but it is a time for good cheer, happiness and laughter. In light of that, here are a few things to add a pinch of jolly laughter to your day.

     One of the songs often heard this time of year is Winter Wonderland. I have heard that song all my life and misunderstood some of the words until yesterday. The second verse begins with, "Later on we'll conspire as we dream by the fire." I always thought it was, "later on we'll perspire as we sit by the fire." It took 78 trips around the sun for me to catch that one!

      My nieces' daughter was walking in the city looking at Christmas displays and saw a reindeer. It did not have a red nose. She said, "That's not Rudolph so it must be Olive." Olive? She thought the song said, "Olive, the other reindeer."

    My sister was in her forties when she got it that another song says "Ah, believer," instead of "ah de liebe." She thought it didn't make sense to stick a PA Dutch word in there but that's what she thought she heard.

    When our son Dale was a preschooler he thought people were making fun of him when they sang, "in excelsis deo." He thought it was "in eggshells is Dale."

    Our granddaughter sang Joy to the World, but in her version the words were "and heaven and manger scene."

   

Thanks to God

  On the cusp of Thanksgiving Day, I look back on a year that has been full of blessings and challenges. Last Thanksgiving I had just come home from the hospital with a hip replacement. Our daughter came for a week to care for me and brought a smoked turkey for a dinner with all of our children that were able to come. I had a month of therapy and recovered well.  After five years of being too stubborn to go and suffering for it, the new joint swings smoothly and is pain free. What a blessing!

   We went on with life until Easter when our children noticed Leroy was short of breath. Tests showed that the stents that were put in three years ago were clogged and he needed three bypasses. The surgery was done on May 23. I was glad I was back to normal and could take care of him when he came home. He went for a month of therapy three times a week.

   We had already planned to give up gardening but that was confirmation it was the right decision. Gerald came and seeded grass in the small remanent of what had once been a huge vegetable garden. With plenty of produce farmers in the area, we had no trouble finding fresh vegetables to eat. I did plant a couple tomatoes in a raised bed, but that was it.

   We had a good weekend with our descendants at a cabin in June. It happened to be Father's Day. For the first time since our children began marrying, all of them were with their father on Father's Day. How special!

    As the year went on, medical issues began piling up. There were the annual dentist visits and vision tests. Mine showed that the one lens I had been given in cataract surgery three years ago had clouded and needed to be cleaned. Add three more appointments to have that done. Having clear vision is a blessing!

    The end of August I had an episode that scared our children and landed me in the ER. I wore a heart monitor for a month after that. When it showed nothing needing immediate attention, I was cleared to drive again. I'm thankful for that because Leroy's health was slipping and we would be in trouble if I couldn't drive.

   He had the rare side effect of getting hiccups in the hospital after his heart surgery. Nothing the doctor tried has helped and six months later he is still hiccupping. It is wearing him out. He has an appointment next week with a neurologist and we are hoping he has some ideas that will help. Sometimes the hiccupping stops for as much as a week but then it comes back again.

   In October Leroy finally had a hearing test and got two hearing aids. He needed them for years already but kept procrastinating. Now I don't have to shout or repeat everything I say. That is a blessing!

    In November I had a CT scan. It is five years since my kidney cancer surgery and this was the last time I needed to have a scan. I have "graduated" and am a grateful cancer survivor! 

   There is another month left in 2025 and we will both have another birthday. It is a blessing the future is hidden from us. I rest in the fact that it is known to God and His ways are right and perfect. Whatever comes in the future, He is already there and will take us through just like He did this year.

It Might Have Been

 

   It's November 13 again. The day we remember Steve. He was born early in the morning of November 13, 1975, and lived with us for eighteen  years. Here he is on his 18th birthday in 1993.

   Seven weeks later, on January 2, 1994, Steve's life on earth ended when the passenger side of the car he was riding in slammed into a tree. That was thirty-one years ago. Today would have been his 50th birthday. What would he have done in these thirty-one years? Who would he have married? Would he have had children? People who are fifty have grandchildren. There are so many things we will never know. I often think of what John Greenleaf Whitter wrote in the poem Maud Miller.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen,

The saddest are these: "It might have been!"

  In my mind, Steve is forever eighteen. How would he look at age 50? AI took a guess with and without hair. He was born bald and didn't need a haircut until he was four. I think he probably would have had hair only a few years and been bald like his brothers if he was here today. But then, eternity is timeless and ageless so if people have hair in heaven it probably doesn't fall out. 

     Today we remember Steve and treasure the memories we made while he was still with  us. We rest in knowing God is good and makes no mistakes. Someday we will understand why Steve left time for eternity after eighteen short years on earth.