tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15213999970883905802024-02-24T15:46:51.673-05:00MEEMAW MEMORIESrecuerdos de la abuelariTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.comBlogger958125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-51333698713072677812022-01-06T12:08:00.002-05:002022-01-06T12:08:21.883-05:00Christmas/New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This last week of 2021 led up to our family Christmas/New Years celebration.</div><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3V1c0zTQS7hMBB6CUYSwisvSY63Na0NPlow9n6T1yqg3AGcjPb-v4bvR_QbBWFOesVQb7cS1XqfsFgT-94mUj2eQ4ie_nvwPM2PcxMyLC9UEM8jUEhk9vHaH-Swjnq9vTT1JH5M34V1sWjwuJoIKK7zoqGzf3LYBQQh3t1Hw-i95w2SDWLEMcLJ202g=s829" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="716" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3V1c0zTQS7hMBB6CUYSwisvSY63Na0NPlow9n6T1yqg3AGcjPb-v4bvR_QbBWFOesVQb7cS1XqfsFgT-94mUj2eQ4ie_nvwPM2PcxMyLC9UEM8jUEhk9vHaH-Swjnq9vTT1JH5M34V1sWjwuJoIKK7zoqGzf3LYBQQh3t1Hw-i95w2SDWLEMcLJ202g=s320" width="276" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;">I greatly admired the Nativity display at the house where our home group met Sunday, so I borrowed it for the post opener.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The weather was mild all week. I walked a couple times, once to the bridge nearby and was surprised to see how high the river was. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjr7QM101rnNmeZo1Of59wR9C9LaaqX3u3eB_9DptA1Rpqw7jBbY85ZFWWjYjdrlYgIXp9YFgwX1D298LKLTcr5QJTGSCYl6ttm8OHVXFAfmBdl59-4ZO35FM0vtj2lqAcF8mlNdCAjnVX147xmrqzdYvSPsOeoAqgi4hbFPE7hJTFvT1Fhvru1bg4_XA=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjr7QM101rnNmeZo1Of59wR9C9LaaqX3u3eB_9DptA1Rpqw7jBbY85ZFWWjYjdrlYgIXp9YFgwX1D298LKLTcr5QJTGSCYl6ttm8OHVXFAfmBdl59-4ZO35FM0vtj2lqAcF8mlNdCAjnVX147xmrqzdYvSPsOeoAqgi4hbFPE7hJTFvT1Fhvru1bg4_XA=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One of those times I crossed paths with this handsome biker.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj61-I_tqaKmDFta4H0hPJZWFj9OABenWRW1LjR1QX0-egnBeDXto4-YVz665bw_uRAQgp40NtizO7VuX8wNa4EiJGvYomu24tDHPoxdk4K6u9m5ofdJSGHAb5FI3L5UY7EuZ5eiWqbs6bk-aTOkEq8W4-cPOCWBlS7nu0b6OQrQmj747hQ0cGpFLwBLg=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj61-I_tqaKmDFta4H0hPJZWFj9OABenWRW1LjR1QX0-egnBeDXto4-YVz665bw_uRAQgp40NtizO7VuX8wNa4EiJGvYomu24tDHPoxdk4K6u9m5ofdJSGHAb5FI3L5UY7EuZ5eiWqbs6bk-aTOkEq8W4-cPOCWBlS7nu0b6OQrQmj747hQ0cGpFLwBLg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca and I had a delightful day together on Wednesday. She pretty near mastered one of her piano pieces. I played the accompaniment. We had fun.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW615e3lrcu7MTGdMQVmpAwlW0iQVrwipyOXg_IDLh1U3GafmCp0NmdvLiwiEVhvQJKCl54ZyJ0A6e53lGL30Mo1Ks6A2qIfKsXK_b_mEPmUzBLmpBcv9Ku-kuRY_MIZOk__CdVJjzLwqLcreacZLn8uIxT_ExuzWZBoOyBCh5nHgtHVVnje6TmbjP5w=s1093" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="631" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW615e3lrcu7MTGdMQVmpAwlW0iQVrwipyOXg_IDLh1U3GafmCp0NmdvLiwiEVhvQJKCl54ZyJ0A6e53lGL30Mo1Ks6A2qIfKsXK_b_mEPmUzBLmpBcv9Ku-kuRY_MIZOk__CdVJjzLwqLcreacZLn8uIxT_ExuzWZBoOyBCh5nHgtHVVnje6TmbjP5w=s320" width="185" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Thursday, the 30th, the robotics team had a party - a movie and games. I came toward the end and joined in a game of Nerts. Great fun.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRvzb4Cs--UgyeWBusXqX--co-bBuq6CvuOJ1nIM1tJQ4p7HPgOQ3gH_ztRKGc4Zr0pmm4oUfdkx8JqbUEclHbR6ui9q6tWiKeIlWIb1OlWS8wbvQZeUJSevcoF9ARaRtq-82o2-9r0BsRRzIkytMnVl_Daf36iCLs7QMkGTE8WA_WhugWNUHcv75dBQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRvzb4Cs--UgyeWBusXqX--co-bBuq6CvuOJ1nIM1tJQ4p7HPgOQ3gH_ztRKGc4Zr0pmm4oUfdkx8JqbUEclHbR6ui9q6tWiKeIlWIb1OlWS8wbvQZeUJSevcoF9ARaRtq-82o2-9r0BsRRzIkytMnVl_Daf36iCLs7QMkGTE8WA_WhugWNUHcv75dBQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>All week long the work on Stephan and Karen's new house continued steadily in eager readiness for our family get together Saturday. Here is Karen's summary: <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2022/01/02/finishing-up-kitchen-and-bathrooms/"> Finishing up kitchen and bathrooms</a><div><br /></div><div>Despite their state of exhaustion, they welcomed us into their lovely space, still in transition.</div><div>I came early with the food I'd worked on for a day and a half, and hung the stockings on the stairs.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc5DgawxKAi5SG_2i9ctLTI9v24z-CYfHy46SqqSvJUQntH4sMhSNyOJg0qn0RYWh9RS_B9Id6OhkNJ0-OkUF8S97d4kvop4TN4kFGcJ1d7yiFb4xOUD8c1vGQWbfEcV_UjQaKLnlNThgzETt96fqZmCQp-nW0FCxl5gbLk6YehZnWoEOpO0m-t7Su5g=s955" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="955" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgc5DgawxKAi5SG_2i9ctLTI9v24z-CYfHy46SqqSvJUQntH4sMhSNyOJg0qn0RYWh9RS_B9Id6OhkNJ0-OkUF8S97d4kvop4TN4kFGcJ1d7yiFb4xOUD8c1vGQWbfEcV_UjQaKLnlNThgzETt96fqZmCQp-nW0FCxl5gbLk6YehZnWoEOpO0m-t7Su5g=w640-h468" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The family units arrived one by one. Then the fun began! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As usual, there was more than enough food. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This was the second or third time that <strike>we</strike> I drew names and assigned one to each member. The secret gift-givers presented theirs in turn to the youngest first and in order to the oldest (guess who). We all watched and enjoyed each surprise and reaction Sadly six members were missing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirqGyXU0A4rWXICjQAzMY2w5kYQ-sgwVcGnE30yj6Gnj9WCPZbg9sT1TodPpG4wwJwgnRgJVkj_CjPEusox_ek7FEikBMk_P8diTvweRIdSodWFJ6iD8XYJXpr52viMNeM43ICrM0y-TeW38BrkhjYJpWr__fqK5VijU-OyPNMq1G6Y44F5n_TfN2JTQ=s1702" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1702" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirqGyXU0A4rWXICjQAzMY2w5kYQ-sgwVcGnE30yj6Gnj9WCPZbg9sT1TodPpG4wwJwgnRgJVkj_CjPEusox_ek7FEikBMk_P8diTvweRIdSodWFJ6iD8XYJXpr52viMNeM43ICrM0y-TeW38BrkhjYJpWr__fqK5VijU-OyPNMq1G6Y44F5n_TfN2JTQ=w640-h452" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Then it was game time! We introduced some to a new one, AZUL, and had two games going on at the same time, with Splendor on the other end of the table. After which we all joined in a round of Hand and Foot. Just wish we could do this more often.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXSeCq-G6cm9TxpIpEvFs-sQwktd-C8bTdB1hGHeWncBSmNPfFXi_8Qn0d7pTJATMKalNGT6lSLl47urG9Z5Hy5_x0lrqhwKBnfeBaLWP1Ta_-xbQp_1vvGSIvlrgSxEo1mcImZiE__Z1d5Cnj6CsHSkKd5ktP_l0bkOAwxzB1U6oMHrrf21IsViqUcw=s2438" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1070" data-original-width="2438" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhXSeCq-G6cm9TxpIpEvFs-sQwktd-C8bTdB1hGHeWncBSmNPfFXi_8Qn0d7pTJATMKalNGT6lSLl47urG9Z5Hy5_x0lrqhwKBnfeBaLWP1Ta_-xbQp_1vvGSIvlrgSxEo1mcImZiE__Z1d5Cnj6CsHSkKd5ktP_l0bkOAwxzB1U6oMHrrf21IsViqUcw=w640-h280" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hand and Foot (the table is not really V shaped :-)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is my Christmas loot. There is a small . . . . . in the little box on the right, something I collect. Can you fill in the blank?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEdcMjoDEpDjhXvvQfxWc8xbVjaF-kVQMqfPdY4b-5ATcLKLI546MOjGyi46i8Q-UneyqHJy0xwJ8b5Vvaps3wBWkiaAP1ME7s26RF38WxsSzVrW-p-serVaPd6CQ9fS_ie_j_nhgumHXrbMcXsElEDBLpdVzVr8TkaH5u8pleppoqWdEzqMhvm3bxwg=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgEdcMjoDEpDjhXvvQfxWc8xbVjaF-kVQMqfPdY4b-5ATcLKLI546MOjGyi46i8Q-UneyqHJy0xwJ8b5Vvaps3wBWkiaAP1ME7s26RF38WxsSzVrW-p-serVaPd6CQ9fS_ie_j_nhgumHXrbMcXsElEDBLpdVzVr8TkaH5u8pleppoqWdEzqMhvm3bxwg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And now, blessings in the New Year to all my faithful readers and friends!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">THE END</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">P.S.: Very seriously considering ending this weekly blog. Don't know if I can, as it's become such a habit.</div></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-40535169771304179482021-12-28T14:03:00.009-05:002021-12-28T17:14:56.647-05:00Anticipating Christmas<p> All the preparations for the Big Event we celebrate create eager anticipation, even longing. Christmas greetings coming in and going out - some in the form of cards, and increasingly more via the internet. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUrQPAChNGuHD5qXIIOU2FiBhF05VIo0OtJsbvKr2Go2rhWVHJPpFYnA88JYRa7JHnnj0fR7npAT4Cht0OTA_weEMOUWJSUoSVxbUiUUG32eUZOp34DqaMtV1wEOBiHn5_LiH1c04HBEs0dX9XFlN2UArdxPXMy4MifGVQ9znvANFAXabVBuCtvxV58A=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUrQPAChNGuHD5qXIIOU2FiBhF05VIo0OtJsbvKr2Go2rhWVHJPpFYnA88JYRa7JHnnj0fR7npAT4Cht0OTA_weEMOUWJSUoSVxbUiUUG32eUZOp34DqaMtV1wEOBiHn5_LiH1c04HBEs0dX9XFlN2UArdxPXMy4MifGVQ9znvANFAXabVBuCtvxV58A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">An annual bike ride Michael enjoys is the Luminary, to see the Christmas lights in areas of Indianapolis. He decorated his bicycle for the occasion. There were only seven riders from Muncie who joined hundreds of others. Unfortunately, the people who used to serve hot chocolate and cookies were not there. </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtVoeHVZ6FM5BE1Je7zdSg-qj-V2sYxqbzwrZ0yuX8gAAJcbKfJ0wpHbvF_Dyngq_ggWDNOl336Odnl_I6CZbXjbJdfIff5f_aQhHADok0CeynEDBo7AUtWRj_g5fwZH8mvCmnFWEIwuFSBfWKy5S1awn8m_Ccsia6GHjkQQryPTib7wTJxhCgzNxSIw=s275" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="206" data-original-width="275" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhtVoeHVZ6FM5BE1Je7zdSg-qj-V2sYxqbzwrZ0yuX8gAAJcbKfJ0wpHbvF_Dyngq_ggWDNOl336Odnl_I6CZbXjbJdfIff5f_aQhHADok0CeynEDBo7AUtWRj_g5fwZH8mvCmnFWEIwuFSBfWKy5S1awn8m_Ccsia6GHjkQQryPTib7wTJxhCgzNxSIw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As usual I spent time at my writing desk. This was the view one morning, the moon was still up. The trees are bare now, the weather is very mild for this time of year, and anyone wishing for a white Christmas will be disappointed.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJhao6XoaZoA2BtzS_rFj6FtwV3jB95mqrzz6Hs2Zvansr8L8wN7MDDZF4_oVBgQxT7QvpiX1f29plVoArZEA50hJ1xniyfVJk4XvWE6xchC6VvBT32wCtLHofji7b-GeklqAKi1uROe9UmHN3T2aCBR7F0fhZvYP6dFm076rFzVK8-EIMii3S8Wc-6g=s1480" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1453" data-original-width="1480" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjJhao6XoaZoA2BtzS_rFj6FtwV3jB95mqrzz6Hs2Zvansr8L8wN7MDDZF4_oVBgQxT7QvpiX1f29plVoArZEA50hJ1xniyfVJk4XvWE6xchC6VvBT32wCtLHofji7b-GeklqAKi1uROe9UmHN3T2aCBR7F0fhZvYP6dFm076rFzVK8-EIMii3S8Wc-6g=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Memories of past Christmases surfaced every day. Here a few favorites from last year. I had forgotten the one representing Mary, Joseph and the baby, which was intended for use as our next Christmas card. Sadly I totally forgot.<div>Below it you can see how much the babe has grown.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQIdrEHKnErcYntsw-Z2GO8jKjTaljk48I13BTtSdzqefjbcGbpSOplMvfYyQJd8V3vnZoHC0qd211qZJGgugWd7-yt2bBHbvHrXtE1AGS--1tmNZFXDVjPlzUY32pEv0zoGaQUcjHyU6e_H0vTk9Hl7eUtKGVzxo3rTA_65cl8zVUYWFcqCQFtflPlA=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQIdrEHKnErcYntsw-Z2GO8jKjTaljk48I13BTtSdzqefjbcGbpSOplMvfYyQJd8V3vnZoHC0qd211qZJGgugWd7-yt2bBHbvHrXtE1AGS--1tmNZFXDVjPlzUY32pEv0zoGaQUcjHyU6e_H0vTk9Hl7eUtKGVzxo3rTA_65cl8zVUYWFcqCQFtflPlA=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Anticipation took on different aspects. At Stephan and Karen's new house, work accelerated hoping to be ready to host the annual Christmas Eve Brunch and Koch family gift exchange. Read about it <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/12/26/cabinets-railing-and-floors/">here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you got all the way through you learned that there was a change of plans. The family event was postponed for a week. The brothers were most definitely sleep deprived working through the night, and their dad spent many hours there as well. The brunch, however, was still on, with one difference - it would be a carry-in instead of the Chef's usual fare.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That's where my hours in the kitchen came in preparing: baked oatmeal, torta pascualina (Argentine spinach pie), Grandma Hoyt's fruit salad, Sharon's sweet potatoes in orange cups. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, we had a memorable last brunch in the old house, crowded but cozy and happy. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga2PYnWF7MTZgTb5h7E_Rjr1UetZtaNvJu2-HnoVXaprRy7i7ZlRdBaJu_hCkNwsACi94aCCAqcfpmREsMIr5_KD48U9LBDLg1abTd-5Acm9FYm06hmXwUmaSPKQr_rN5TShZoAkcw1Av2a_ZIkH8UR1ASJnprJ_bnAGtQi_IJlQ3qxpw2iC2HZtCrcw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEga2PYnWF7MTZgTb5h7E_Rjr1UetZtaNvJu2-HnoVXaprRy7i7ZlRdBaJu_hCkNwsACi94aCCAqcfpmREsMIr5_KD48U9LBDLg1abTd-5Acm9FYm06hmXwUmaSPKQr_rN5TShZoAkcw1Av2a_ZIkH8UR1ASJnprJ_bnAGtQi_IJlQ3qxpw2iC2HZtCrcw=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I especially enjoyed having the families of our two greats there.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKA_LeQvHYsTo4eSUdvJ8ba19NROa6T6ZZG54ZVj3Xn6FwSjRLn4nxa4_I2ljH7ju9ZRvzEUTub_LAsgX9n7JaJigVJpfEAgTQCNFL-LnrtYSY6l0Q8x2a2UwcDBGJEt1_93M9MVYcr8BjRW_3TYfxgf6PGJMNgbY7MBZhDxG9zJUvmazX5DLi4Nbl1Q=s829" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="829" data-original-width="744" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKA_LeQvHYsTo4eSUdvJ8ba19NROa6T6ZZG54ZVj3Xn6FwSjRLn4nxa4_I2ljH7ju9ZRvzEUTub_LAsgX9n7JaJigVJpfEAgTQCNFL-LnrtYSY6l0Q8x2a2UwcDBGJEt1_93M9MVYcr8BjRW_3TYfxgf6PGJMNgbY7MBZhDxG9zJUvmazX5DLi4Nbl1Q=w359-h400" width="359" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was also a 16-day-old baby in the crowd. The protective mama allowed Karen the privilege of a few moments. That's when I came up with a question and my camera! She protested, "You can't expect me to answer and take a picture at the same time!" (Sorry, Karen.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwc0m3ol7--qnlLQWReVdOU4lHFOpqnWPBnWirJnjWGGwsOYxLNu3lNpa2nu-M6Y6oFkPIMqpqW9lJvJrFQUh8Kb8f-P6Q6I8SCFbqQh6Kz9GxAg9NU6VZPzYryLxu-k9vUCVKracac--fQP877sF4hS7S3iQs1et0A3M7nzeZbA7RDc6XyDvuYmbh6w=s1013" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="744" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgwc0m3ol7--qnlLQWReVdOU4lHFOpqnWPBnWirJnjWGGwsOYxLNu3lNpa2nu-M6Y6oFkPIMqpqW9lJvJrFQUh8Kb8f-P6Q6I8SCFbqQh6Kz9GxAg9NU6VZPzYryLxu-k9vUCVKracac--fQP877sF4hS7S3iQs1et0A3M7nzeZbA7RDc6XyDvuYmbh6w=w294-h400" width="294" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then there was a tour of the new house to observe the progress and a few family photos outside.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfGxYyg1AkiV2zxlnVTpmq6thRFA-b9qECFmYa6y08MjCK3d_6QudqPcYLgdyMjdrIz6BQK-ClsJGK45lNIH0UkZvnuRzi93R1s6SSFkjCXawxRNLLFC5wKwGLeBAVk97JidGca1KulS9-wUlIaCvC2MXlsLRMBOu48YV922wdwt1l5LLJuGqoL4Sh-g=s690" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="436" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfGxYyg1AkiV2zxlnVTpmq6thRFA-b9qECFmYa6y08MjCK3d_6QudqPcYLgdyMjdrIz6BQK-ClsJGK45lNIH0UkZvnuRzi93R1s6SSFkjCXawxRNLLFC5wKwGLeBAVk97JidGca1KulS9-wUlIaCvC2MXlsLRMBOu48YV922wdwt1l5LLJuGqoL4Sh-g=w405-h640" width="405" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Christmas Day is very different as empty-nesters. It was a rather quiet time with only Diane here. I confess to feeling depressed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEm2LGlpPNq2B8UAHssRL4WBnv-LFkoRWcjy4mXd8Tho6rs6-YyMzhK6aHU2BYuJr5okE1FzMT8_3kluvMEI9I4OTC_l7Fh8Ak8sI3z0qG-WMzAWAdJT5_s9gUdcPyrmuVS5zMRyfKpMqH1I3RV6YYGCnoBuj4migjsxU73mh8PaZT-K7lpF4nS1Pi7A=s765" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="765" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhEm2LGlpPNq2B8UAHssRL4WBnv-LFkoRWcjy4mXd8Tho6rs6-YyMzhK6aHU2BYuJr5okE1FzMT8_3kluvMEI9I4OTC_l7Fh8Ak8sI3z0qG-WMzAWAdJT5_s9gUdcPyrmuVS5zMRyfKpMqH1I3RV6YYGCnoBuj4migjsxU73mh8PaZT-K7lpF4nS1Pi7A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I treasured each glimpse into the home celebrations - the old and the new traditions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grandma Linda makes pj's for each of the grands every year and that is one gift they open Christmas Eve.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo44I6JOOoTxPoM8b2Qx-ujur03Rt_vts2w6l5Bw1DgGQmBvV6tsHwSuZc9gk8OjpIYLcxEA7oRlOe5KR1PX8aF5WiN3uJqnSLfGWitI0gy0Mvolrr1TnSuu2NZsrYa3XNb8qWd5C2jnpKopWmnubjiOA6E1-UY64oH-Fv9lv0Z2mVE3ePPcbpF-S1pg=s814" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="814" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo44I6JOOoTxPoM8b2Qx-ujur03Rt_vts2w6l5Bw1DgGQmBvV6tsHwSuZc9gk8OjpIYLcxEA7oRlOe5KR1PX8aF5WiN3uJqnSLfGWitI0gy0Mvolrr1TnSuu2NZsrYa3XNb8qWd5C2jnpKopWmnubjiOA6E1-UY64oH-Fv9lv0Z2mVE3ePPcbpF-S1pg=w400-h254" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2020 2021</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Kayla's house looks Christmas-card worthy in preparation for the joyful family time. Thank you, Matt, for this snapshot.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcwQq8Lr17obdKv1esLakAH2YVPoIBNdl8z8-N1Le05hJ752JCO4JxRJm3KXW7fyrxFynJXc4HTHz0OR9uJRc4QBbhpWs8mfPF6KrReDs-9C3zimBwWj-QdY7y_6tYplc7f8e4kB1f1Qn_R2uMbc-EsHl7rLABRkBgJx5JbpZlIQknUZ4bZpCOdgJ-tg=s954" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="954" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcwQq8Lr17obdKv1esLakAH2YVPoIBNdl8z8-N1Le05hJ752JCO4JxRJm3KXW7fyrxFynJXc4HTHz0OR9uJRc4QBbhpWs8mfPF6KrReDs-9C3zimBwWj-QdY7y_6tYplc7f8e4kB1f1Qn_R2uMbc-EsHl7rLABRkBgJx5JbpZlIQknUZ4bZpCOdgJ-tg=w640-h292" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Instagram I followed the household celebrations at Sam and Kristie's and also Malachi and Lexi's.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These beautiful internet gifts ministered to my soul! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And here's another favorite memory, one of the last Christmases with Mother.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpaSEznGmjltk9u0glj5VYvM3aAcEVj-pUmy3Coe4_Mwuwb0UQEEtD5SdrGT4CPR60RTg0SKKaFf1hdoyBZopBp59HIjmwpc0-7u6ZHV-zHD_XhJg_tNAieXweDtPIv6CesvVH5fl_AtX4G0XGcuK_6LzxGWKYmheE0eXw5HTXX5dVghcgG5bKB1jrmg=s1440" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpaSEznGmjltk9u0glj5VYvM3aAcEVj-pUmy3Coe4_Mwuwb0UQEEtD5SdrGT4CPR60RTg0SKKaFf1hdoyBZopBp59HIjmwpc0-7u6ZHV-zHD_XhJg_tNAieXweDtPIv6CesvVH5fl_AtX4G0XGcuK_6LzxGWKYmheE0eXw5HTXX5dVghcgG5bKB1jrmg=w223-h400" width="223" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Festivities are not over. The Koch family celebration is now scheduled for New Year's Day! </div></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-53003383555451421332021-12-22T12:53:00.002-05:002021-12-22T20:07:31.932-05:00Reunions<div class="separator"><br /></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijC8u5vzBaXjl4nV5rhEr3U2ZRo2JeyDpnXmoXj_cTH1nBBnw_JULj29u-I5IZB5TIIE_bIvYnnb8uXOlAA3m6tiXTOpMf1YhFH9GMs5uLsopIp4kewP83inF6j7kBtBZRxQLTT9-vYDG-RTV8C1hm_tjnIfA90qE_-x7FVHBdXlRjECT2eIDRw8C7vg=s408" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="248" data-original-width="408" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijC8u5vzBaXjl4nV5rhEr3U2ZRo2JeyDpnXmoXj_cTH1nBBnw_JULj29u-I5IZB5TIIE_bIvYnnb8uXOlAA3m6tiXTOpMf1YhFH9GMs5uLsopIp4kewP83inF6j7kBtBZRxQLTT9-vYDG-RTV8C1hm_tjnIfA90qE_-x7FVHBdXlRjECT2eIDRw8C7vg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas lights at the Koch's</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The first half of the week we were involved in the usual weekly responsibilities while also anticipating excitement ahead.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The robotics team meets twice a week now and Michael diligently teaches them basic things they will need to know to build a robot. It's a young team, mostly seventh or eighth graders and fewer high school students. Build-season is fast approaching!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiG7HPVsQWnyzWPUn81llJRg4-dFB4f-nj7ZqMwAnPeGI3kMf8Vvm86xMDLFeUH2nBhKfXp4tCGoaaVX06x68p112ECFUoHJgG0dUyfaxUNLxLytq-UFis0DsfRfbHJmvWS87gQX05fXDLFHPbTB84Y3dosoPcolsE0L-YaEDVVtLL57EGi0tGAFQZU1w=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="850" data-original-width="960" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiG7HPVsQWnyzWPUn81llJRg4-dFB4f-nj7ZqMwAnPeGI3kMf8Vvm86xMDLFeUH2nBhKfXp4tCGoaaVX06x68p112ECFUoHJgG0dUyfaxUNLxLytq-UFis0DsfRfbHJmvWS87gQX05fXDLFHPbTB84Y3dosoPcolsE0L-YaEDVVtLL57EGi0tGAFQZU1w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was busy revising and posting the last <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/12/the-temple.html">chapter </a>of the La Carlota series. It's about the church Dad helped build in our first town in Argentina. It has a surprise ending. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The excitement began Wednesday evening when Kendra and Zach arrived on their way from Los Angeles to Philadelphia. He had flown out from Massachusetts to help her make the long trek across the US. They planned it well, stopping to see people and places along the way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael prepared a wonderful welcome meal. We taught them our new game - AZUL - while we waited for Moriah to join us for dinner and an overnight stay. Kendra won with an off-the-charts score. Beginners' luck or is she just that smart?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZEHBmZ5cz3CnNvMYmQN86E-VkDenKHyBzaFk0P9VHPL8aDPwY00dk6QF1N9AlYZz2GqbngtLkjuB6RC_hpdVqd8ldzw996XqRGP_VcShp_dwhvmWPWjhYbnwQlhQWljmeG5FEbnOCRrpZKeB5-9LS75AWAFlsROp4sYwY5fdKZYs-SmSXJwqGNB8pUg=s646"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="646" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjZEHBmZ5cz3CnNvMYmQN86E-VkDenKHyBzaFk0P9VHPL8aDPwY00dk6QF1N9AlYZz2GqbngtLkjuB6RC_hpdVqd8ldzw996XqRGP_VcShp_dwhvmWPWjhYbnwQlhQWljmeG5FEbnOCRrpZKeB5-9LS75AWAFlsROp4sYwY5fdKZYs-SmSXJwqGNB8pUg=w400-h281" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Brilliant or not, she was still working on meeting deadlines to wrap up her last semester of college. At breakfast the next morning, she finally submitted the last assignment.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB2NepZafOtX07f-eG3HTMTq1LvDdxE1wmy1lnJ9t_BHCezzjI_SYiYw8m-IquNv861PEadyVS8QSCEGEpW4e1BTo_Zj0dhmVXdmhUQvuaG1yimZKQZNALmS5q563GtZ5-2g_4ENwpa_lo0P5lvckI6PeKa1RIq30PBre69D0s5e1-6mn4AdZ5y8rXGg=s408" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="408" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgB2NepZafOtX07f-eG3HTMTq1LvDdxE1wmy1lnJ9t_BHCezzjI_SYiYw8m-IquNv861PEadyVS8QSCEGEpW4e1BTo_Zj0dhmVXdmhUQvuaG1yimZKQZNALmS5q563GtZ5-2g_4ENwpa_lo0P5lvckI6PeKa1RIq30PBre69D0s5e1-6mn4AdZ5y8rXGg=w640-h232" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then the former housemates disappeared and enjoyed a hair-styling session like old times.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEYtKDU_TFMJQWtNSjrroirMbI_P5lEyievhcBJcRZFUkjRgIDZY_TKWae81EpDAwFTicciB3pQB5Dsk2aVeqFTQXnABXhQ2xgFoH4hLrrMUVz2cz1Z60mqKPtmI1aSJvAVrsfFymjIDR0TGWIULv6MK3tTWTqUn2PC93DowM5uuVubZs95y5T8CG99g=s1323" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="1323" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEYtKDU_TFMJQWtNSjrroirMbI_P5lEyievhcBJcRZFUkjRgIDZY_TKWae81EpDAwFTicciB3pQB5Dsk2aVeqFTQXnABXhQ2xgFoH4hLrrMUVz2cz1Z60mqKPtmI1aSJvAVrsfFymjIDR0TGWIULv6MK3tTWTqUn2PC93DowM5uuVubZs95y5T8CG99g=w400-h228" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then it was time for a goodbye selfie. Till we meet again, graduation in May or their wedding next June, or both?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGb6rpYMmdhD8sj2e6uJT-vhY-s9I5L2ae1P6ySgilfs7KtdNtA2Sqc8CnaxNsufHlYW5DPcX_xyewkwP21nBVW_XTG8y4Zq4UPsPSbaInIOaZwVO7tNGwuglZUOnRoY6wtTb3cQ8E70m2UYWxokTdDRK2-WqAEHS4Ti5sp0rNuW-k_XlrL69G_3MsrQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="823" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGb6rpYMmdhD8sj2e6uJT-vhY-s9I5L2ae1P6ySgilfs7KtdNtA2Sqc8CnaxNsufHlYW5DPcX_xyewkwP21nBVW_XTG8y4Zq4UPsPSbaInIOaZwVO7tNGwuglZUOnRoY6wtTb3cQ8E70m2UYWxokTdDRK2-WqAEHS4Ti5sp0rNuW-k_XlrL69G_3MsrQ=s320" width="274" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, we enjoyed another grand reunion with friends from near and far at John and Abby Pugsley's wedding. He grew up in our community and became an outstanding long time member of the robotics team.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW5PFRIdnrAv2qBKUGCBoPMUD97jaO-J0mQ43HZj1ETlN4rPURd2Vkx1OzLqLDh1OO6eEhq78nRiT5ZNwNH0nXtSBRyTOtVpUgZXx1JzSgDLOTU9rm9qtc_Ewgg7y1z4k8WWmlu4TuW89cqSI7dUlBvN51s0nyBtOZ_MNJ_-S0AvYsPkKNmC19CAW8yA=s1264" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="967" data-original-width="1264" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW5PFRIdnrAv2qBKUGCBoPMUD97jaO-J0mQ43HZj1ETlN4rPURd2Vkx1OzLqLDh1OO6eEhq78nRiT5ZNwNH0nXtSBRyTOtVpUgZXx1JzSgDLOTU9rm9qtc_Ewgg7y1z4k8WWmlu4TuW89cqSI7dUlBvN51s0nyBtOZ_MNJ_-S0AvYsPkKNmC19CAW8yA=w400-h306" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In typical John style, he had prepared 16 pages of notes - a very detailed plan for everything leading up to the event. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Several unique and thoughtful aspects we enjoyed: appetizers, games, and fellowship during the wedding party's photo session; the photos of the couple, their age matched the table number; guests were served first, starting with the children. We had a great time conversing with friends at table 12.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiV2Eu69vzdcUjVk0_MnNbIiuaY6mOH5U1nGP8UDPZfd7e1QysMQevtUXVF5AGqiKhwQYUZJYYfiZUX_uYkiKCAeUCg1ZTSrvAaU9XrPygP8IB12D_U5nPBjSO2lCf75zbHyMQfJRMW9yEYxC44UfwpEpVibQs5ar4Thp0FnZ0yUav-inggS7shD2yFCw=s1009" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1009" data-original-width="408" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiV2Eu69vzdcUjVk0_MnNbIiuaY6mOH5U1nGP8UDPZfd7e1QysMQevtUXVF5AGqiKhwQYUZJYYfiZUX_uYkiKCAeUCg1ZTSrvAaU9XrPygP8IB12D_U5nPBjSO2lCf75zbHyMQfJRMW9yEYxC44UfwpEpVibQs5ar4Thp0FnZ0yUav-inggS7shD2yFCw=w258-h640" width="258" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning early, my brother Alan came from Warsaw and I rode with him to Corbin, KY for our dear cousin's memorial. Sadly Michael was not able to go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsSQjDP96UxvxwJMjjCq0khXTVtTAzF2EUZFtp7ttd09Eo94NMNosTVlyJkEl8iMXKUZjKTuoxq7Wx7D9K8F2KyF1EVh2s8oRaBJWFOB33VDGLMULYQi2jOBMOEGgkmfat2dyatBHQoIqIP336oVWHBTxh2Z92wwChxnXCmUOc4hC3RYANwEB_MXtjSg=s1697" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1697" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsSQjDP96UxvxwJMjjCq0khXTVtTAzF2EUZFtp7ttd09Eo94NMNosTVlyJkEl8iMXKUZjKTuoxq7Wx7D9K8F2KyF1EVh2s8oRaBJWFOB33VDGLMULYQi2jOBMOEGgkmfat2dyatBHQoIqIP336oVWHBTxh2Z92wwChxnXCmUOc4hC3RYANwEB_MXtjSg=w640-h453" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ed worked for Union College twenty-eight years. The last eight as president. He was well loved by the entire community. So many wonderful memories were told or written about him. This one speaks for many, "<i>He was always a kind and gentle person. He was always looking for the good in all things and everyone. He will be missed and will live on in the memories of all who ever met him!</i>"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">He leaves a lovely daughter who also lost her mother four years ago. Thankfully she has always been surrounded by a loving extended family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjNhW-TWKSS5BEFV58M7lRKJUgw_pzsec2H-Q8JRKS-_yhC_5vF1RMIcjGwUJ2J_JJeZWu_MyuPE6Z2t9LtGXJfKyTO48tJIgG1g8-aTbQOQLL8DeD6nvSPmcVZGnNAN4aquWjesRSXxOmPq_w62YB5MnvWhasK88FL-98iM5bkqdxwaM3KKPiQR6c4Q=s917" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjNhW-TWKSS5BEFV58M7lRKJUgw_pzsec2H-Q8JRKS-_yhC_5vF1RMIcjGwUJ2J_JJeZWu_MyuPE6Z2t9LtGXJfKyTO48tJIgG1g8-aTbQOQLL8DeD6nvSPmcVZGnNAN4aquWjesRSXxOmPq_w62YB5MnvWhasK88FL-98iM5bkqdxwaM3KKPiQR6c4Q=s320" width="223" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chloe Rose de Rosset</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Since his retirement, Ed and Chloe have lived very near older sister Karin and her husband Jack who helped in every way, especially during his year-long illness.<div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5-F5MbnnwS3q3K_tCN5vm7hDy1FJ2VLLMs9Cgnl_9araJiIq9fGpuIWjE26712a3Upke0Kdn_zdwQjJB-9nC5u6QuROqJAfYN6BKmEG8mzy9MKWUr3ZvNUT61p_csRtvTXL2xc7-8_es_jxZVm23tbLtQd51PdlpxGPELwZlxd76MOqZaROJavwKvpA=s2048" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1449" data-original-width="2048" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5-F5MbnnwS3q3K_tCN5vm7hDy1FJ2VLLMs9Cgnl_9araJiIq9fGpuIWjE26712a3Upke0Kdn_zdwQjJB-9nC5u6QuROqJAfYN6BKmEG8mzy9MKWUr3ZvNUT61p_csRtvTXL2xc7-8_es_jxZVm23tbLtQd51PdlpxGPELwZlxd76MOqZaROJavwKvpA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo credit Jack Traylor, right.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mother's older sister Joyce and her husband Ed de Rosset were missionaries in Peru. Their four children--Karin, Ed, Rosie, and Fred--served in institutions of higher education.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />Alan and I spent the night in Fred and Carol's lovely home in Berea, KY, before heading home Sunday morning. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijV761pBX7brHr7xwjayaMhkrv5RZObRzTWSy6nxoAlA83rgdH82Ao31MJAjMIMvuKQzJmo2hKfBaS9NVvLz-VUxaIR42bMa0o_mup483JGtHyGAvszMagTf8LY3dhz75hdYgp4-d0mRHBFO4Q4qwHcW2nycUc8EuLz_bi_88j-5JtPtuNZKHHeKKjKw=s1697" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="767" data-original-width="1697" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijV761pBX7brHr7xwjayaMhkrv5RZObRzTWSy6nxoAlA83rgdH82Ao31MJAjMIMvuKQzJmo2hKfBaS9NVvLz-VUxaIR42bMa0o_mup483JGtHyGAvszMagTf8LY3dhz75hdYgp4-d0mRHBFO4Q4qwHcW2nycUc8EuLz_bi_88j-5JtPtuNZKHHeKKjKw=w640-h290" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carol & Rachel, Karin and Jack, Fred and family</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This has become the de Rosset family gathering point. Rosie and Chloe will join them for Christmas.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Family stories and getting better acquainted was the best part of the weekend. I am so grateful for the heritage we share. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was reminded of the extent of our family connections a couple weeks ago, when at the local clinic across the street from Taylor University. A student walked in that I recognized as a second-cousin-once-removed and talked to him about our ancestry.<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrLppmsYW1ETuRlJ1pfG8K7gCIz3YDInvngQbLKe7kf41Ea90mMa69khJgP-1zJ5FmMh9jO5GfQooWn-PmRKmwZk2E-kjVw2TkPkcB2mKxsK7phDOwNh5oKQ13vdvZI6ZOdRGViFgh5i8Bbij3LekAuMcLZnoqEG_0wFfediGTbLi_Y6YyFN8TUfT57w=s2048" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1307" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgrLppmsYW1ETuRlJ1pfG8K7gCIz3YDInvngQbLKe7kf41Ea90mMa69khJgP-1zJ5FmMh9jO5GfQooWn-PmRKmwZk2E-kjVw2TkPkcB2mKxsK7phDOwNh5oKQ13vdvZI6ZOdRGViFgh5i8Bbij3LekAuMcLZnoqEG_0wFfediGTbLi_Y6YyFN8TUfT57w=s320" width="204" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With David Muselman</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />This is the tiniest Nativity I have ever seen. It was in the guest room, along with a small turtle like the ones on my kitchen window sill.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0FwpJfIiKjNo6uvrfhWAF2SDsO03ZkoXcAC6g7xJstKOkXjILvAeL3j8R4EqksUUqdhaFOyH_xz0WWuoSGEFGrx6jGYo0Zsoq4XFlnFo3fxiU1ktGHeV7D-V7-flLlf9hDw5LtGCUSRb6FXj8-ugfC0mYgpBZ6BRZTJruD5sGffhROdhKa7R9WvxYYA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0FwpJfIiKjNo6uvrfhWAF2SDsO03ZkoXcAC6g7xJstKOkXjILvAeL3j8R4EqksUUqdhaFOyH_xz0WWuoSGEFGrx6jGYo0Zsoq4XFlnFo3fxiU1ktGHeV7D-V7-flLlf9hDw5LtGCUSRb6FXj8-ugfC0mYgpBZ6BRZTJruD5sGffhROdhKa7R9WvxYYA=w200-h150" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I rejoice with every reminder of Emmanuel, God with us! </div><div>Michael and I watched <a href="https://www.fathomevents.com/events/The-Chosen-Christmas">Christmas with The Chosen: The Messengers</a> twice, in the theater and online. Still showing in select locations. Don't miss it!</div><div> <p></p></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-71491405599257667762021-12-15T18:11:00.000-05:002021-12-15T18:11:08.249-05:00Tis the Season . . .<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tis the Advent season . . . </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally all the Christmas decorations made their way out of the attic and slowly found their place. The mini Nativities replaced the turtle collection on the kitchen window sill. This one is a favorite--one of Leah's many tiny clay sculptures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyH9gZe8sZzBCz2c9DisEhJWcyA8awjcyRy-KTL0iLWLmFd1wHlmjurhYN2KSUcMe43PnqSGGjaq9wail8aFFPJxZU0mTXd64lWaSF7BciM02YLNFzm7-8gEqcZbUEItBg6w92wpcC95aEt-mdI8yij9MVEet2VEvy-s-Uk1v2fzwtd2TCt274-zlKeg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1506" data-original-width="2048" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyH9gZe8sZzBCz2c9DisEhJWcyA8awjcyRy-KTL0iLWLmFd1wHlmjurhYN2KSUcMe43PnqSGGjaq9wail8aFFPJxZU0mTXd64lWaSF7BciM02YLNFzm7-8gEqcZbUEItBg6w92wpcC95aEt-mdI8yij9MVEet2VEvy-s-Uk1v2fzwtd2TCt274-zlKeg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The second Sunday of Advent is one when we look forward to the Christmas <a href="https://livestream.com/accounts/14007714/events/9972526/videos/227856387">cantata</a> - a beautiful and powerful presentation of the Gospel story from Creation to Redemption. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuRQPaXRoVZCHKdK1iaqhgqzI14UTZXTyiu3R9BeAyWXS36zFy-q1k6BqIIbdiGoV14OxoemTBKNnJaW8EabaYiDgn6rgtN2sYdgwTKMaZyC80m_adUjTHba4j2tz-_-2-U0NG6ZeAmzED_W6Sfv4hZAkVQJIM4wNFAQJAwvPwt3GCenGVV9lW9Eae6Q=s2048" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1160" data-original-width="2048" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuRQPaXRoVZCHKdK1iaqhgqzI14UTZXTyiu3R9BeAyWXS36zFy-q1k6BqIIbdiGoV14OxoemTBKNnJaW8EabaYiDgn6rgtN2sYdgwTKMaZyC80m_adUjTHba4j2tz-_-2-U0NG6ZeAmzED_W6Sfv4hZAkVQJIM4wNFAQJAwvPwt3GCenGVV9lW9Eae6Q=w640-h362" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night dinner welcomed good friends we hadn't seen in a while, including a baby in the making! I probably looked like that 51 years ago before Stephan's arrival. I could better relate to Mary.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggNNaAKMXNvjfnrUU3WivFRjAhLTnk174N92x5bDaNWie1JTtY7BsPcB_xCcE1uIlQRLuSYGxa9ieJS0XaQSYVI-r2U8-EjUQ6HBKLDMfx5IzlQjOX5k7AFsLWPNuvyR7MzG6bfIPaaE6HWide2Z38VUpT4ayON3gXihzqjjAT2t_wIwx47_9Gf4ODIw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1279" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggNNaAKMXNvjfnrUU3WivFRjAhLTnk174N92x5bDaNWie1JTtY7BsPcB_xCcE1uIlQRLuSYGxa9ieJS0XaQSYVI-r2U8-EjUQ6HBKLDMfx5IzlQjOX5k7AFsLWPNuvyR7MzG6bfIPaaE6HWide2Z38VUpT4ayON3gXihzqjjAT2t_wIwx47_9Gf4ODIw=s320" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tis the season for special gatherings, like the ladies' Bible Study Christmas brunch on Wednesday. I had not been with these friends all semester as I focused on writing. So it was a delight to be with them again. Each table had a special decoration. This one was made many years ago by the husband of our table hostess. She explained that the color of the cross etched into the star was from old nails in vinegar. Symbolic?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsWWSazhOfQyNuVYchF9-wgSXdCfhfTZHLzMlRmg0XN383Z971ey0AZussD8PLH4WF3Xux-X0iaz2eizjh3jhBPek00VH3CSJYKYF4JA27PSAQK5f3Vr5uk9VStk2JpRC1rlxlRLtIy7I15vPHrlViHbGOIf94ZkgQeNGm-0fWsbqRs2n2z5FnKTTVmQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1432" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsWWSazhOfQyNuVYchF9-wgSXdCfhfTZHLzMlRmg0XN383Z971ey0AZussD8PLH4WF3Xux-X0iaz2eizjh3jhBPek00VH3CSJYKYF4JA27PSAQK5f3Vr5uk9VStk2JpRC1rlxlRLtIy7I15vPHrlViHbGOIf94ZkgQeNGm-0fWsbqRs2n2z5FnKTTVmQ=s320" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The young couple living temporarily with Leah, were waiting longingly for their baby to be born. Finally it happened Thursday night. Her very long labor and subsequent Caesarian reminded me again of Stephan's similar birth story.We were delighted to see this first family picture. The miracle of life and a safe delivery is a wondrous thing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jesus spoke of the experience: "When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world." (John 16:21 ESV)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii_0Dqr_HtEfcor5qOPN0E--OYBQHm5Rx6ZH3OBtFhw30itJtDpkioTrNKCQC6WAKAGZpAie8lLwSp9SBi53fG6BlCMDPns0qmiZrmoJwFhpGOw34nEdsGrzhiQYU9qc20ADAJuUJYZzP_xeJxCv0qVFsqvgKmzSWBj7UtoC4Z2nQVpIroHc8tDj9QuA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEii_0Dqr_HtEfcor5qOPN0E--OYBQHm5Rx6ZH3OBtFhw30itJtDpkioTrNKCQC6WAKAGZpAie8lLwSp9SBi53fG6BlCMDPns0qmiZrmoJwFhpGOw34nEdsGrzhiQYU9qc20ADAJuUJYZzP_xeJxCv0qVFsqvgKmzSWBj7UtoC4Z2nQVpIroHc8tDj9QuA=w225-h400" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our littlest family member certainly brings joy to all. He came for a bit on Saturday with his parents.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2-NTOubVp4mBocjNF2kMEZTtOrsXLBc2f9gUDJyyEJjTNpBPL8fO1UZ9DWFOdb8V5g3Q4mq7Yz8d9K22uHxU-RqH_sYAGdnYTjHuCondyvESJ8CYalrWjl6cTmux-Rli96r3N843ko2YZjXRvh0W1jLlfpBZEwIS4deP6HfH4hjVn1A3XMfFUlqdyVg=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2-NTOubVp4mBocjNF2kMEZTtOrsXLBc2f9gUDJyyEJjTNpBPL8fO1UZ9DWFOdb8V5g3Q4mq7Yz8d9K22uHxU-RqH_sYAGdnYTjHuCondyvESJ8CYalrWjl6cTmux-Rli96r3N843ko2YZjXRvh0W1jLlfpBZEwIS4deP6HfH4hjVn1A3XMfFUlqdyVg=w640-h640" width="640" /></a></div><p>I am trying to cut down on Christmas decor, so put up only a small tree this year. I couldn't decide which picture I liked best, with or without flash. Kayla came over one day and relieved me of quite a few ornaments to use on her bigger tree.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDDWF6Vxh5QVkAnhKCPVWcP5uJlEtpgHkcOTDvrmXMWcnePQ7p5JqdENN-osK7pANBqVIdPcu4KQxbDaqNuiqY7blTlfEAGwKPXb3SQENRQKwrcrvbl7WtxBIkCPOi8tEirtHscpQIAnAhiBBM3eSPQwowPg7b_SSA2sHnckbb_YPmoIJJ4S7tYLRM8w=s1370" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1370" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDDWF6Vxh5QVkAnhKCPVWcP5uJlEtpgHkcOTDvrmXMWcnePQ7p5JqdENN-osK7pANBqVIdPcu4KQxbDaqNuiqY7blTlfEAGwKPXb3SQENRQKwrcrvbl7WtxBIkCPOi8tEirtHscpQIAnAhiBBM3eSPQwowPg7b_SSA2sHnckbb_YPmoIJJ4S7tYLRM8w=w400-h350" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I chose a watercolor of a fir tree for our <a href="https://www.shutterfly.com/share-product/?shareid=bf5476e9-c1cf-49e6-a934-c7b1dd5243d9&cid=SHARPRDWEBMPRLNK">Christmas card</a> this year. The <i>evergreen </i>reminded me of God's <i>everlasting </i>love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxfTE5v0kuv6X-RaHiarFaT-rNgeiRES-ZLdR7jJFW9-wdRHvPlGzcMbJu1NBA6Lrl9XwYFTUixum_OYYwjKT4wnfzv4CLHk06bum7N9ElLgJRdC4eYo-QIOGz4z8HgBlHvwzg836bnxn4HG63Gtfljt38ZvNYChmwO26sKxwmaIg2rDPrz3c_Ds0nwA=s1303" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1303" data-original-width="917" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxfTE5v0kuv6X-RaHiarFaT-rNgeiRES-ZLdR7jJFW9-wdRHvPlGzcMbJu1NBA6Lrl9XwYFTUixum_OYYwjKT4wnfzv4CLHk06bum7N9ElLgJRdC4eYo-QIOGz4z8HgBlHvwzg836bnxn4HG63Gtfljt38ZvNYChmwO26sKxwmaIg2rDPrz3c_Ds0nwA=s320" width="225" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-64700742101670951802021-12-07T16:28:00.011-05:002021-12-07T17:38:04.067-05:00Transitions<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a few beautifully sunny days and somewhat warmer days, very inviting to go out for walks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxrcXIg3dOvdRotEgdtnKNJVk8l-WK3IEALO9gAM6BQ9myXgcQTd2rYs3P9EECatyKm0wt7I4fOhuRY8lnaeXEWlwvZYnzvrQVhZ604b5lcyKBXZw0MjrgX9oL7804w-Eq023scgn_lqIUfF87zOlxCtqOHruX1kkoGGs7xdHRpuz6IjX5SB7yDcYMNw=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxrcXIg3dOvdRotEgdtnKNJVk8l-WK3IEALO9gAM6BQ9myXgcQTd2rYs3P9EECatyKm0wt7I4fOhuRY8lnaeXEWlwvZYnzvrQVhZ604b5lcyKBXZw0MjrgX9oL7804w-Eq023scgn_lqIUfF87zOlxCtqOHruX1kkoGGs7xdHRpuz6IjX5SB7yDcYMNw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael also took advantage of clear days to continue felling trees, cutting up huge logs, splitting wood, adding to the winter supply.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most other days he was at Stephan's hanging light fixtures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Son Sam worked there also installing kitchen cabinets.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg82ssSrBX31hJFgzCi7syDXuhkoJMROgcmwoQS6-3xnKKu0yQteOVAqM5qjDPm1_UitM5fVauoh3CYguEcDVz35RKz5ZLVnGRdBuAZSXulJ6FSYXGc_3fz8YKRW4ZbywndkvBlitpWoa16Wqe1pfJ8plCyRmDnVPFJdqUEz1p-uwoy0Ps0rrylNHMcPg=s1679" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1679" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg82ssSrBX31hJFgzCi7syDXuhkoJMROgcmwoQS6-3xnKKu0yQteOVAqM5qjDPm1_UitM5fVauoh3CYguEcDVz35RKz5ZLVnGRdBuAZSXulJ6FSYXGc_3fz8YKRW4ZbywndkvBlitpWoa16Wqe1pfJ8plCyRmDnVPFJdqUEz1p-uwoy0Ps0rrylNHMcPg=w286-h400" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Karen continues to blog about the <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/12/04/lighting-painting-trim-cabinetry/">house-progress.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I spent a few days on my various blogs. This weekly one is the least time-consuming. The two versions of my life stories, English and Spanish required more time to edit, review the translation and schedule to publish chapter 19 - <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/11/life-in-big-house.html">Life in the Big House</a> - for the December 1st deadline. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday was the last Basics program for the year. Rebecca and I got to hang out together. When I dropped her off at home after, I realized I hadn't taken a picture in her holiday outfit, so she posed for me in front of their lovely Christmas tree. (Oops, her head is falling off ;-)</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheShm3OP4jW3ff1Cr_xwB4S8BQ_6bB4nRsB3K4MrT3Puf2Q_rBHa6ZX8OiZTufz4NdM-yABON_uvhjByTBYiMMDIpDS79F5XocED--0FzI3JyGeTnkacyCXC6qtbNGURl3HwU8GtiuvHQfaU6_TUaWPk9Rsb_vUiBv8Au8rJbdgUTl3426Tp9B8_coTQ=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEheShm3OP4jW3ff1Cr_xwB4S8BQ_6bB4nRsB3K4MrT3Puf2Q_rBHa6ZX8OiZTufz4NdM-yABON_uvhjByTBYiMMDIpDS79F5XocED--0FzI3JyGeTnkacyCXC6qtbNGURl3HwU8GtiuvHQfaU6_TUaWPk9Rsb_vUiBv8Au8rJbdgUTl3426Tp9B8_coTQ=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The robotics team is gearing up for the new season to begin in early January so they transitioned to two meetings per week. I stopped by on my way home from Muncie and enjoyed seeing how much fun the students were having putting the robot back together.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiLa_OO4I1LoPJC-W2jPiDud8CqL0fE1sz2x8LAYaWbrYgVfF75gKqUe-4XSls4t5HzzR-suqEzcVZRUoyTtFHhqOoLEveihAaaS4Y270NYOcdxi9Gi-NlkEbeH7sBCM03M6h6lECL1umd6Q4nxkEQCKBZ8nytFtc3CPDyFQi50xnb3vGt8wrAHQFapQ=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiLa_OO4I1LoPJC-W2jPiDud8CqL0fE1sz2x8LAYaWbrYgVfF75gKqUe-4XSls4t5HzzR-suqEzcVZRUoyTtFHhqOoLEveihAaaS4Y270NYOcdxi9Gi-NlkEbeH7sBCM03M6h6lECL1umd6Q4nxkEQCKBZ8nytFtc3CPDyFQi50xnb3vGt8wrAHQFapQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I walked out, I looked through old photos and found this one of Sam from the time Elijah had been on the team. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had just spent time with Sam. He joined me at a meeting in Muncie. I was greatly relieved to hear from him the doctor's assessment of the recent MRIs. Comparing the recent ones with the previous ones taken in 2016, he did not see a significant enough change in the cyst to warrant any action. This is a great relief.</div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGQjjDTzjiTLBtLyn4_KHBzPGJT01DbuvELalqq74HE4sCUc-2AqWNrNWx3KgMNJ5csSkCChdJKdVgGuSaDDJwdVxN11bykPZ9qXAa9Iypr7GpQWYUHcQnj5o9dUCy-iA5LbkTquB9-DdSz2TJg3VOTYIYvIz3Ei3Vq5EHkBBh0K7PbLmsc5UQUH6HiQ=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGQjjDTzjiTLBtLyn4_KHBzPGJT01DbuvELalqq74HE4sCUc-2AqWNrNWx3KgMNJ5csSkCChdJKdVgGuSaDDJwdVxN11bykPZ9qXAa9Iypr7GpQWYUHcQnj5o9dUCy-iA5LbkTquB9-DdSz2TJg3VOTYIYvIz3Ei3Vq5EHkBBh0K7PbLmsc5UQUH6HiQ=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday evening we welcomed Bethany who is on home assignment from her work in Tanzania with <a href="https://mavunovillage.org/">Mavuno Village</a>, a family-style orphanage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We found out she loves to play games too. So we had a fun time playing Splendor first. Then she introduced us to a new game she had with her--<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Strategy-Placement-Players-Average-Playtime/dp/B077MZ2MPW">AZUL</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT3CcKxIsb5989hwgzxi0z-U6ejp4Z6FfGdu2BS7e73nVVF2YHMrk8X8SDVR_ko2KYTlL8pJAIaDrnacJKWFbEEw12ulC6-r2OR-WupwKOsDjeIfXyFYccfLNfzx03nZBZPrGmieOIeJBEbV1aBMX8wr43-WbRXx4LLqwlNdXgnPEfODovxla9e57k0Q=s676" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="247" data-original-width="676" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT3CcKxIsb5989hwgzxi0z-U6ejp4Z6FfGdu2BS7e73nVVF2YHMrk8X8SDVR_ko2KYTlL8pJAIaDrnacJKWFbEEw12ulC6-r2OR-WupwKOsDjeIfXyFYccfLNfzx03nZBZPrGmieOIeJBEbV1aBMX8wr43-WbRXx4LLqwlNdXgnPEfODovxla9e57k0Q=w640-h234" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday she began her long drive to Philadelphia after more good conversation at breakfast and a quick selfie. We are truly grateful for the friends who find their way to our home, the blessing of living in the Crossroads of America.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpOKXZjtazVUMP0BD2msresee22mY_d1ad6mClVSh7ChgUNpi-gNat9eCOJpFtVlB0sIwb0mrSn10g9nj0HjftMmSvssdTkyO6NhiZYr_1Xf6VGrRw7wRDMDn7Jv9ZeO1qRtUd9FKGr-zCUg1eUQ-eN6xseJCuuZnP6jVAysTZzF0P6IsXvVnOYzxfAw=s765" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="765" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpOKXZjtazVUMP0BD2msresee22mY_d1ad6mClVSh7ChgUNpi-gNat9eCOJpFtVlB0sIwb0mrSn10g9nj0HjftMmSvssdTkyO6NhiZYr_1Xf6VGrRw7wRDMDn7Jv9ZeO1qRtUd9FKGr-zCUg1eUQ-eN6xseJCuuZnP6jVAysTZzF0P6IsXvVnOYzxfAw=w400-h195" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday evening we attended a Christmas performance at<a href="https://www.thecommonstheatre.org/"> The Commons Theatre</a> in Alexandria. Our friend Tamara was one of the directors (and I borrowed this photo from her FB page).</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3_IPea9hc-3_Amza5PFVWQqi5kY3JadeSRCiJgVP09FCbjUI6YQO_ZMPcR9h5le6jOxgeqGGDMQ856rqsltaQ4Db4KJht1a46HfKQYjOvoR3vXJ0ZNDk2H5WAKmu6tU_PvJF74dHzJbWLRvLrBh0UCE8N2cT86LQg2x8TTipCrC0r-6OnQG4qXfEpVg=s750" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="326" data-original-width="750" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3_IPea9hc-3_Amza5PFVWQqi5kY3JadeSRCiJgVP09FCbjUI6YQO_ZMPcR9h5le6jOxgeqGGDMQ856rqsltaQ4Db4KJht1a46HfKQYjOvoR3vXJ0ZNDk2H5WAKmu6tU_PvJF74dHzJbWLRvLrBh0UCE8N2cT86LQg2x8TTipCrC0r-6OnQG4qXfEpVg=w640-h278" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As if Michael had not done enough, at the end of a busy Sunday, he decided to make bread!<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFNl4rRbaGpPBav1Q5Q8vtr3YGcF-6zaVVOFCP93ls7Mp-fP_2M1B0p8pV6v-H0Ztjdn4eUiTWynhzguMGMlt6aBuWNLyn8QGC6JyTjlKgVRDZNXviavs0svavyz-eKiGIjFRVKtL4gAfNL_GEIRT7MatLXH9kiFakYT0m8ldQ8jDwKat_1OxuA7OHBg=s1200" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="1200" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFNl4rRbaGpPBav1Q5Q8vtr3YGcF-6zaVVOFCP93ls7Mp-fP_2M1B0p8pV6v-H0Ztjdn4eUiTWynhzguMGMlt6aBuWNLyn8QGC6JyTjlKgVRDZNXviavs0svavyz-eKiGIjFRVKtL4gAfNL_GEIRT7MatLXH9kiFakYT0m8ldQ8jDwKat_1OxuA7OHBg=w400-h305" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>"What kind shall I make? What shall I listen to in the process?"</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b4ydaKYw2T8/Ya_iQINLgcI/AAAAAAAAcZs/PZuXOSRXbYEbX7GO0ZlLVQiAw9QasBHoQCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="203" data-original-width="417" height="156" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-b4ydaKYw2T8/Ya_iQINLgcI/AAAAAAAAcZs/PZuXOSRXbYEbX7GO0ZlLVQiAw9QasBHoQCNcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div>We slowly transition from Thanksgiving to Christmas. I envy those who are able to decorate the day after Thanksgiving. Somehow it has never worked for me. What about you?</div><div><br /></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-17150398486213787632021-12-01T13:53:00.001-05:002021-12-01T13:53:52.152-05:00Giving Thanks<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhBOaxIAQqTIjPNvpStrWauvWb7_TF1gcZiaIeufp03mvNsSSvMgvweXFikG4g2e5xaWKHnbXcWKBKzalYOdin3XlnE_9CVkcFkStWSP-HCJVyyK8hMfyy21L5poAyVO6reS8pYksKlW7ISZl9Yit-Sh-6B8PB2T1Q_RiRsg-xO4jZnqFFpvWdckc4Ig=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhBOaxIAQqTIjPNvpStrWauvWb7_TF1gcZiaIeufp03mvNsSSvMgvweXFikG4g2e5xaWKHnbXcWKBKzalYOdin3XlnE_9CVkcFkStWSP-HCJVyyK8hMfyy21L5poAyVO6reS8pYksKlW7ISZl9Yit-Sh-6B8PB2T1Q_RiRsg-xO4jZnqFFpvWdckc4Ig=w400-h150" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">. . . for two grandsons who had birthdays this week. I borrowed the latest photos I found on FB. Malachi turned 23 on Sunday the 21st, and Zion 12 on Tuesday, the 23rd.<br /><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK2IBZPzVA3t1JFyvxbFcWGH8mvtzbNXTJega9KLlFFmXiSi3KQKsrQYXFOavqqnBM0qyWlEiQ08YQxr_A4nwIcomGBNl6llrGfU38MmxUt1AhLzJdhVvdTqFd4qmpMypbOBj7QHaaeHfgPaSKe1gXKVxdL-qTue04jv336tnHzmuhJhZbf5d4y2t_ZA=s1263" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="1263" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK2IBZPzVA3t1JFyvxbFcWGH8mvtzbNXTJega9KLlFFmXiSi3KQKsrQYXFOavqqnBM0qyWlEiQ08YQxr_A4nwIcomGBNl6llrGfU38MmxUt1AhLzJdhVvdTqFd4qmpMypbOBj7QHaaeHfgPaSKe1gXKVxdL-qTue04jv336tnHzmuhJhZbf5d4y2t_ZA=w400-h295" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . for the ladies Bible Study titled <b>God is for us</b>, Romans 8. Tuesday evening we had our final gathering and shared what we'd learned--stories, testimonies and memory verses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4UHzxcP3FeIhH_ayWDMcI7nrAiYAftbp8Ihihlf3Jo5YNgW6ZmouL2jhExleW1_Kpnj_q3CMwIFlOEu0nsJzdMA2PmkQ8Z9yBUgv85s8MYcDltcY1_R-_Dv7zpZ3f1J_Mfoa9O8rG46Q_hW-fmQreuzae6zF97mxGNy24SvrvkwfadrVkcFeKonUqfA=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1036" data-original-width="2048" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4UHzxcP3FeIhH_ayWDMcI7nrAiYAftbp8Ihihlf3Jo5YNgW6ZmouL2jhExleW1_Kpnj_q3CMwIFlOEu0nsJzdMA2PmkQ8Z9yBUgv85s8MYcDltcY1_R-_Dv7zpZ3f1J_Mfoa9O8rG46Q_hW-fmQreuzae6zF97mxGNy24SvrvkwfadrVkcFeKonUqfA=w640-h325" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MeeSun shares concerns about her upcoming trip to Korea to care for her parents.</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>. . . for Michael able to spend a few days spray painting walls in Stephan and Karen's new house. Their goal is to be in by Christmas.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgklQ4jbn1tpoIg2o4KQZ41M65ikcaQEheKUB9aTCZxKMNi8rjjGdc1zYnfPEVyEhQn1lcvsgJK4DP0IT-bYEwVfk5XPUDGNKtVREsyd53BE_Z7F71y3kxBSZrgpMfT3Ho5F_iU4PqJXwWSrfpb1MzxpphzKEx4BaSpSafjlknnto3knNS0Mc92iZs9yw=s1069" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="979" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgklQ4jbn1tpoIg2o4KQZ41M65ikcaQEheKUB9aTCZxKMNi8rjjGdc1zYnfPEVyEhQn1lcvsgJK4DP0IT-bYEwVfk5XPUDGNKtVREsyd53BE_Z7F71y3kxBSZrgpMfT3Ho5F_iU4PqJXwWSrfpb1MzxpphzKEx4BaSpSafjlknnto3knNS0Mc92iZs9yw=w366-h400" width="366" /></a></div><div><br /></div>. . . for Michael being in charge of the Thanksgiving meal. Our family gathered on Friday, which gave us two days to prepare the feast.<div><br /></div><div>. . . for God's providence evidenced in the story of that first Thanksgiving.</div><div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijOD6qyI4OQ6Vw8X0AIo7qM9jM1stbNNfI7j5u4tvkNNdfHrwpwsD5qzgPPPefy4fokEKxQDP_TbGeGLZp20DxRA15yXkYRyHxS9LIDbT_KCQpsfUzrarPZkz95N4-IwExOT_TrtIF8aU9CYHFgQcqlVaRixOJv3p9HEVzU5LPN4UYOoJ5kz1Qu0beig=s845" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="845" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijOD6qyI4OQ6Vw8X0AIo7qM9jM1stbNNfI7j5u4tvkNNdfHrwpwsD5qzgPPPefy4fokEKxQDP_TbGeGLZp20DxRA15yXkYRyHxS9LIDbT_KCQpsfUzrarPZkz95N4-IwExOT_TrtIF8aU9CYHFgQcqlVaRixOJv3p9HEVzU5LPN4UYOoJ5kz1Qu0beig=w400-h215" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebecca put together the reminder of the Pilgrims' Thanksgiving <br />and read the story.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />. . . for each family member, those who came and those who couldn't. I was busy enjoying them and took fewer photos than ever. Wish I had gotten a picture of Michael sharing his thoughts on the Thanksgiving Psalm, Ps. 100. And also of him carving the turkey and serving each person.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>. . . for all the family sharing--the good, bad, and the ugly--"in everything give thanks."</div></div><div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiADTquT29lO7qEd40spu3btB7YZgw_n62psiTIttMOw1J-bN1ftBtq6oLbzVyvYsLA2AZn8N3BLBRdtTRcZ5zGTJNrK2kIKt6ZDUQV5dDQIF1ZWxELj51oFFFGsgfv_CTMqB_YB3cx8rSs_HMoHEvFJkaYOmP-kNQBZzlMTRlMe6gYTEBfkJ6Nqjc-g=s965" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="965" data-original-width="776" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiiADTquT29lO7qEd40spu3btB7YZgw_n62psiTIttMOw1J-bN1ftBtq6oLbzVyvYsLA2AZn8N3BLBRdtTRcZ5zGTJNrK2kIKt6ZDUQV5dDQIF1ZWxELj51oFFFGsgfv_CTMqB_YB3cx8rSs_HMoHEvFJkaYOmP-kNQBZzlMTRlMe6gYTEBfkJ6Nqjc-g=w514-h640" width="514" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div>. . . for the game of Nerts, our family version, the rowdier the better! We hadn't played it in years. Sam is now the champion (sorry, Leah).</div><div><br /></div><div>. . . for the many expressions of thanks that filled our Thanksgiving Alphabet.</div><div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsjlaUCn3rCAGsPaBu3ZP9D4AXQ5fHcO14-GAbVACATUgzztOBTOCQT5-fXhIV8o8vealGA3-Hv2pmN2QUgHtbBz9De2iCKZ7AYUtRXgPSj7dK2Sw07Uhswiq-Ukqif-BG2WSOobmYOdBidy1w2ME5xRrPBzHTGQXJSErXQb3lZdh-RYle9R8vxrijXg=s3000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="548" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjsjlaUCn3rCAGsPaBu3ZP9D4AXQ5fHcO14-GAbVACATUgzztOBTOCQT5-fXhIV8o8vealGA3-Hv2pmN2QUgHtbBz9De2iCKZ7AYUtRXgPSj7dK2Sw07Uhswiq-Ukqif-BG2WSOobmYOdBidy1w2ME5xRrPBzHTGQXJSErXQb3lZdh-RYle9R8vxrijXg=w116-h640" width="116" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . for once again being able to meet my next chapter publishing deadline! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">. . . for the discipline and time required to research and write <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/11/life-in-big-house.html">Chapter 19.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What was the highlight of your Thanksgiving?</div></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-59795296894025523292021-11-22T14:02:00.009-05:002021-11-23T10:31:45.983-05:00Rescuing the Old<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My plants are all in for the cold weather ahead. I even rescued these from the window boxes, but I don't know what they are. Hmmmm, got it free from the florist's trash.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuJW3uk5y7RXfIL4zzyWtFKHPTgKInCVibDd6Mef7kX1AfM9hRTmqRtTDA4bm7VIyGuJ9UZQpluiGm5Ebi0VrNIEK7VD9TUvh3UKDAjd3tu0756vyBK9eLL4YaPHreaIxeeahhFkYwvFxjUJh-8cKbXcltHPrHi_NqJRzYFvEbbhPFYrfErfhwogT1w=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNuJW3uk5y7RXfIL4zzyWtFKHPTgKInCVibDd6Mef7kX1AfM9hRTmqRtTDA4bm7VIyGuJ9UZQpluiGm5Ebi0VrNIEK7VD9TUvh3UKDAjd3tu0756vyBK9eLL4YaPHreaIxeeahhFkYwvFxjUJh-8cKbXcltHPrHi_NqJRzYFvEbbhPFYrfErfhwogT1w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The rescued memories from my childhood continue to emerge and come together in these bi-monthly installments on the blog <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a>. Chapter 18, <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/11/moves.html" style="text-align: center;">Moves</a>, was published Monday, November 15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another ongoing rescue is that of old photographs of Michael's side of the family. When we went to Wisconsin to visit his older brother Terry, we acquired two big boxes of Aunt Gerry's saved photos and documents of all types. I am having fun learning about Michael's family and childhood.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7EgbjB6rGnUjDBUCeBa1S3QyntWvEz0hz98UWMgCWY1ypmqCPkaFmgIOf05Au-mVmSucpDUwVpCKZ_RM1s7BVd06Zhh6zMFGKeZNhNhB-wfa5LX-_2F8dFMoH3-Q5HD6ydkHxxzoU1mrZHKtmk0AdFUmIsAF2WXPiUwR0Q2ZVuh437LhsUB5RW6Gi7A=s1311" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="1311" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7EgbjB6rGnUjDBUCeBa1S3QyntWvEz0hz98UWMgCWY1ypmqCPkaFmgIOf05Au-mVmSucpDUwVpCKZ_RM1s7BVd06Zhh6zMFGKeZNhNhB-wfa5LX-_2F8dFMoH3-Q5HD6ydkHxxzoU1mrZHKtmk0AdFUmIsAF2WXPiUwR0Q2ZVuh437LhsUB5RW6Gi7A=w640-h614" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top left: Jane (Mike's mother) Terry, Aunt Gerry holding baby Mike?<br />Bottom left: Mike; Right: siblings Terry, Mike, Barb</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDC0oj1-xBsNN0MyrlSnVHd-58McPmBkJ6nw3ksZ-yNqkj3V1GRnMkAKCipXGnUDMccG4HJYBl2mU1d2ddFyaYAkAYzWmnwMlr7I1bMPuZ1MlAG-_azQAXI6rAahoMswZLa-_jKyrtujgFQZcw5uYuQOOhuQf-2tUUZpGU3FgXQW3j8vJ-5mpJTC4MHA=s1311" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1259" data-original-width="1311" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDC0oj1-xBsNN0MyrlSnVHd-58McPmBkJ6nw3ksZ-yNqkj3V1GRnMkAKCipXGnUDMccG4HJYBl2mU1d2ddFyaYAkAYzWmnwMlr7I1bMPuZ1MlAG-_azQAXI6rAahoMswZLa-_jKyrtujgFQZcw5uYuQOOhuQf-2tUUZpGU3FgXQW3j8vJ-5mpJTC4MHA=w640-h614" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Top left: Mike, Diane, Barb; Right: teenage Terry and Mike<br />Bottom left: fun times at Uncle Wilbur's cabin by the lake</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">BTW, anybody notice something fairly constant about Michael?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, time marches on, cold weather is upon us and Michael is diligently re-purposing dead trees, cutting and splitting wood, preparing for winter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe_7mCzxmYuU1pjbvnqK3b0-2H-qPdrLyzeK-sxjSOHDtp3grJslonyU1aPuJ7YUZ44SJXvxD8QsxXkB0rExu9tkW81KirNuKG5B3CNxeBwyF3kOAnlb12eHmUFaov2SWeoxQ1Rg7T8ZJhKelnryrcZvm2ZeSj_38dbNtMyAcydYOgp8897eY3tDxw2g=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhe_7mCzxmYuU1pjbvnqK3b0-2H-qPdrLyzeK-sxjSOHDtp3grJslonyU1aPuJ7YUZ44SJXvxD8QsxXkB0rExu9tkW81KirNuKG5B3CNxeBwyF3kOAnlb12eHmUFaov2SWeoxQ1Rg7T8ZJhKelnryrcZvm2ZeSj_38dbNtMyAcydYOgp8897eY3tDxw2g=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was so glad to see that the first house we lived in is being repaired, renewed, rescued! It sat empty and in disrepair for years.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid8GThbHk7W5ix_PfNhdrFgtRjhPpnmkq0gFBjReS7uRNzorPdwA2W11Xhk4HwhaDPjPsBxbKs_3_CxyRtD95F3i1demM5J7B_u6tcfZ9ZlLgfWIdp4r_87OD7fjbh4-xqo_FYj96FCehkti-n3En1X87QvyfGkpfgstl2I5weYGrOZSjh6UOnDz9fig=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1465" data-original-width="2048" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid8GThbHk7W5ix_PfNhdrFgtRjhPpnmkq0gFBjReS7uRNzorPdwA2W11Xhk4HwhaDPjPsBxbKs_3_CxyRtD95F3i1demM5J7B_u6tcfZ9ZlLgfWIdp4r_87OD7fjbh4-xqo_FYj96FCehkti-n3En1X87QvyfGkpfgstl2I5weYGrOZSjh6UOnDz9fig=w400-h286" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week a package arrived containing a set of books that we grew up with as part of our Hirschy heritage--the Little Colonel series. Has anyone out there heard of Annie Fellows Johnston? A prolific children's writer, born in Evansville, IN, in 1863. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOrndSZRnjlnPKzNkqOspKcvydwvAc27izqxTnOs4OJ-1RqFU2GRbq4i8uhnbbS_hE_dZhr6BqbzyBCchLq5fBNo3viDdZRSbfj4oRAxaFiG1LBZoHER7MjpX52hI6q2m9LlGLRTPDAJ0GSsM-O24u9cwjz7VyNdn-wJST-ZFUJuRPpj9LFzOUu3ZtQ=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirOrndSZRnjlnPKzNkqOspKcvydwvAc27izqxTnOs4OJ-1RqFU2GRbq4i8uhnbbS_hE_dZhr6BqbzyBCchLq5fBNo3viDdZRSbfj4oRAxaFiG1LBZoHER7MjpX52hI6q2m9LlGLRTPDAJ0GSsM-O24u9cwjz7VyNdn-wJST-ZFUJuRPpj9LFzOUu3ZtQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Does anyone else have a penchant for rescuing things?</div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-32320896273733644192021-11-17T14:05:00.000-05:002021-11-17T14:05:03.791-05:00Miscellany<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin cheers us with flowers from different seasons--sunflowers, roses, and lilies. They are not from her garden. The memorial bouquet arrived after her brother Ed's passing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYZv6Lyti3ius9FSU2YEvO8LZ5Kb4Ijwn2Ti2mAYj_MnkeThoJa_vu3iG5TFfWk7IuvuDUXIwUCDAa_7gduGBNwMnb-amIXivy7GfEyxgTpVYdQ_xsKX3rQIxLqFqsgFD3TuNSN_HtX6w9wuymNJPPSC6PXlEQ-6Nh39sDkYSxojEU4ICg43rUBO3yoQ=s301" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="301" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYZv6Lyti3ius9FSU2YEvO8LZ5Kb4Ijwn2Ti2mAYj_MnkeThoJa_vu3iG5TFfWk7IuvuDUXIwUCDAa_7gduGBNwMnb-amIXivy7GfEyxgTpVYdQ_xsKX3rQIxLqFqsgFD3TuNSN_HtX6w9wuymNJPPSC6PXlEQ-6Nh39sDkYSxojEU4ICg43rUBO3yoQ" width="301" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The season not represented in the bouquet showed up here on Sunday--our first snowfall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm6KwNHaNyo_XE6qhaaMhYj0sstigUlJE3-78ln0L4KN8dxFkWppeIN8FVK_rPaohOsXe_aa3S7mvqFv0Z70so3HbZaID6b0BezXBvrADepGwW0MvBRe1Y7eSerRAScaXl62GAfMDBOWO9zUUEooWATONPaY3H6dNxyZwOPVLdeNUD7VkG-armAvLyoQ=s756" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="756" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm6KwNHaNyo_XE6qhaaMhYj0sstigUlJE3-78ln0L4KN8dxFkWppeIN8FVK_rPaohOsXe_aa3S7mvqFv0Z70so3HbZaID6b0BezXBvrADepGwW0MvBRe1Y7eSerRAScaXl62GAfMDBOWO9zUUEooWATONPaY3H6dNxyZwOPVLdeNUD7VkG-armAvLyoQ=w640-h312" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now, back to last Sunday, the beginning of week forty-six. In the afternoon, I attended a baby shower for a young couple we've befriended since they moved back to Upland to start a new life after some difficult times. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh4trpABReKsGgaqMDnWLNvTLjfjrdSsRJZsJRkcoO5DtT47pTX167PcATXq20V4g91Zds1TybCYVj-CNP35Dy1nkXtxT6RxRv2_iXdAxdK_iA3_Wa0s_-X530Fux7V7g5BU3ls3yBhvuKmFH2Lpg5__SNIzBv2Y-ppnQYvvLAJ7vKPREgA6xqi1gBg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinh4trpABReKsGgaqMDnWLNvTLjfjrdSsRJZsJRkcoO5DtT47pTX167PcATXq20V4g91Zds1TybCYVj-CNP35Dy1nkXtxT6RxRv2_iXdAxdK_iA3_Wa0s_-X530Fux7V7g5BU3ls3yBhvuKmFH2Lpg5__SNIzBv2Y-ppnQYvvLAJ7vKPREgA6xqi1gBg=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday Night Dinner at Stephan and Karen's always includes a great meal, fun conversation, and of course, a tour of the new house to check out the week's progress. The window wall is coming right along. Stephan used left over wood he had milled for other purposes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2Lc92h56UcYMRtwbMJmnaDcGpnFyI2QImkzu7k3rDyN-OtEIEZsZOKQagPP9xsu68jGHAHTIdbY3ku53sOfIL_SWoJcCVKrAurA5oRx8s6tL1sTZWDQtlQrdyFDgaYzlw8zLrat6_9Yems6542l5wx48K6ldAJ7LuB6J1Xdv7i6j_Ef68aGhotqV5Cw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1802" data-original-width="2048" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2Lc92h56UcYMRtwbMJmnaDcGpnFyI2QImkzu7k3rDyN-OtEIEZsZOKQagPP9xsu68jGHAHTIdbY3ku53sOfIL_SWoJcCVKrAurA5oRx8s6tL1sTZWDQtlQrdyFDgaYzlw8zLrat6_9Yems6542l5wx48K6ldAJ7LuB6J1Xdv7i6j_Ef68aGhotqV5Cw=w400-h353" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As any homeowner understands, maintenance and repairs are ongoing. Tuesday, a blocked drain took hours to fix. Part of the problem was not knowing exactly how the plumbing had been installed when the house was rebuilt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8v5YblXd0p5DUu4oa4cAs_eWCLHLt9QO3QUcs71CUP-q2ttwu6dPsbuNXEYNA87i3HkEHA6hxZGJTer68EbmojvM8CqpddxA1cp9kfGqrlSx33JM9aAxesOP0pBV1rc90DAfI19I4ZoUhNxtjh-WlKXOMTqQJuUmPVBzJB30uDT6XfC0kYXScgvJVmQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8v5YblXd0p5DUu4oa4cAs_eWCLHLt9QO3QUcs71CUP-q2ttwu6dPsbuNXEYNA87i3HkEHA6hxZGJTer68EbmojvM8CqpddxA1cp9kfGqrlSx33JM9aAxesOP0pBV1rc90DAfI19I4ZoUhNxtjh-WlKXOMTqQJuUmPVBzJB30uDT6XfC0kYXScgvJVmQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca was here twice this week! Wednesday after piano lesson she comes and then we go to the Basics program at the church. And Friday was an E-learning day, so she started out at the library with her mom, stayed for Story Hour and then I picked her up to spend a few hours with us until Kayla got off work.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_-zRU-6mOlSKsmFR2wtqZkr5YJQwBPgDhpg9oDi3C4-JdCgZwEMwSqBAFsNzvKtAdGd-l3qvoPiiWjueYKJBBzyiYhPDfSZbPyG3WHcABRM7hGG48QfYVH06tqdHlFQoujnP0598S_wdWhS7alpKlDUb5ayBP1gufEftVDxxyAZEqxluc7qRo8R4u9w=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1198" data-original-width="2048" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_-zRU-6mOlSKsmFR2wtqZkr5YJQwBPgDhpg9oDi3C4-JdCgZwEMwSqBAFsNzvKtAdGd-l3qvoPiiWjueYKJBBzyiYhPDfSZbPyG3WHcABRM7hGG48QfYVH06tqdHlFQoujnP0598S_wdWhS7alpKlDUb5ayBP1gufEftVDxxyAZEqxluc7qRo8R4u9w=w400-h234" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla is in charge of activities and programs at the local library, and comes up with very creative ideas. Even if borrowed from Pinterest or elsewhere, I am always impressed at how she pulls them off. The first thing she did was hand me a leaf to add to the tree with my response to "I'm thankful for. . ."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmHvOEY922GRycC9_3fr9jCv0F-rhkkqKpGnBsVgxrv7wxNxpyyF_uJNYCK0G9V4JQ9g7kWpeV__jTrT-zhfqpzgcVE87Dzv9GrSKT2jJVZyB_v59nJmFI7KQouFACUeS52kWJCaZwUJ2YmjIS1QGaHCCDo9fv36YrFGcQr7eTqXLpumDflRkLBe2RnQ=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1449" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmHvOEY922GRycC9_3fr9jCv0F-rhkkqKpGnBsVgxrv7wxNxpyyF_uJNYCK0G9V4JQ9g7kWpeV__jTrT-zhfqpzgcVE87Dzv9GrSKT2jJVZyB_v59nJmFI7KQouFACUeS52kWJCaZwUJ2YmjIS1QGaHCCDo9fv36YrFGcQr7eTqXLpumDflRkLBe2RnQ=w283-h400" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of all the many activities we enjoyed together, I only got one photo of Rebecca. She finished several of her E-learning assignments: writing, reading, and optional fun ones--a walk outdoors gathering leaves, an art project, a board game (Splendor!) with family members (<i>abuelo </i>joined us!). She still loves to dance freely to music.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf9a7Fpm-IjCjrd8pqSFxOvj53PSm01or7gJZZa_nd06j9GO8NhMESxxMJwQsBaEcJxPlr9oOYIFg_XS0oPtHt-7FaQR_SIA-bxFotd9xp-A2nn4_hrTdQuxd42k7i3ZK19uPK1d59O9uQkfYkX-_bAzAl2Qtk4dfxNrgI9Mg9NkpnXbzj3Qu93Rz1mw=s1091" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1091" data-original-width="590" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf9a7Fpm-IjCjrd8pqSFxOvj53PSm01or7gJZZa_nd06j9GO8NhMESxxMJwQsBaEcJxPlr9oOYIFg_XS0oPtHt-7FaQR_SIA-bxFotd9xp-A2nn4_hrTdQuxd42k7i3ZK19uPK1d59O9uQkfYkX-_bAzAl2Qtk4dfxNrgI9Mg9NkpnXbzj3Qu93Rz1mw=s320" width="173" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael had more time Saturday after an early morning hunt, so he baked bread again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4P0WlKCGvZJ9CiNfI54HQ-lTFKO_pVwCIweaxvYV1zApDXJdE6P9g1EsxNroGixEuoDdmh_OXUP34fvONEdBNyV64bAwr0dmmjP1GFx8cu0CWB3XSM6BaSHrApQcykPmFLJom8Ty1Uwc5kSM4oD4hHKCirBJwq4ttwEsDsvA18EVB6Bb1rSutlXzWUg=s609" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="366" data-original-width="609" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4P0WlKCGvZJ9CiNfI54HQ-lTFKO_pVwCIweaxvYV1zApDXJdE6P9g1EsxNroGixEuoDdmh_OXUP34fvONEdBNyV64bAwr0dmmjP1GFx8cu0CWB3XSM6BaSHrApQcykPmFLJom8Ty1Uwc5kSM4oD4hHKCirBJwq4ttwEsDsvA18EVB6Bb1rSutlXzWUg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Callah bread</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">That evening he suggested we work on a watercolor project. He looked up a photo that best reminded him of his last dog. I simply followed a tutorial. I'd say he has the greater talent and patience.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYtuBONUclm4dfo9bh3bP1llLEPSCyU7CBJwwd1PYVKRWaTYmKomDkROqtT1gu-mnFKsiHircSaTGowjsJLiSpPz8qso-5qInBIp53XWycJaMunCJgXWqWuBigyg_5src15xD3ZI51-37N-zWC62AZS3R7aqbe4PJLL7w8Sg3UV6cdL1v9XRuJn4r0WA=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="733" data-original-width="1200" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhYtuBONUclm4dfo9bh3bP1llLEPSCyU7CBJwwd1PYVKRWaTYmKomDkROqtT1gu-mnFKsiHircSaTGowjsJLiSpPz8qso-5qInBIp53XWycJaMunCJgXWqWuBigyg_5src15xD3ZI51-37N-zWC62AZS3R7aqbe4PJLL7w8Sg3UV6cdL1v9XRuJn4r0WA=w400-h244" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For months now, my creative energy has been poured into writing, so I was grateful for his suggestion of this art activity for our leisure time together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have you found time for creative activities in your leisure time? Or, do you ask "What leisure time"?</div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-73002202064548657922021-11-11T11:53:00.004-05:002021-11-11T11:53:47.565-05:00Daily Grace<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you came right now, this is what you'd see as you drove in. We welcome you, however you visit, whether in person, by phone, or the internet. I've enjoyed a variety of interactions, and thank you who comment or respond to my posts. It is that time of year when I ask myself why I continue communicating via this blog Is it worth it? Would my time be better spent? Still questioning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZi4X6VdzFiYjI-a5NBad6qU4ca8MC-C3ENoMi9omW9PYayAF9O7TwJhLN2lP0v6kek_vo9b01Ly_HPqVyy7O38w3VZAAffDfIhkGGTy8r8i846mDUhAT1vm_ztYvqK3l5Hy0C_po2BpBgHGkAt0IHnPk2bUUw9Mah-q5nPHjJ8UCus5YeO3Trb6sIkA=s1826" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1826" data-original-width="1392" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZi4X6VdzFiYjI-a5NBad6qU4ca8MC-C3ENoMi9omW9PYayAF9O7TwJhLN2lP0v6kek_vo9b01Ly_HPqVyy7O38w3VZAAffDfIhkGGTy8r8i846mDUhAT1vm_ztYvqK3l5Hy0C_po2BpBgHGkAt0IHnPk2bUUw9Mah-q5nPHjJ8UCus5YeO3Trb6sIkA=w305-h400" width="305" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One purpose is to record the events and highlights of each week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday evening, the robotics team had a very successful Open House. The program is ramping up for the 2022 season with several new members. The increased interest is very encouraging.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NSafPVQNdjU/YYv7twoQIKI/AAAAAAAAcRY/SHNe-GYlsC8TVhFU1OUdzX-zRXOuQkCgQCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1582" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NSafPVQNdjU/YYv7twoQIKI/AAAAAAAAcRY/SHNe-GYlsC8TVhFU1OUdzX-zRXOuQkCgQCLcBGAsYHQ/w308-h400/image.png" width="308" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael never lacks work, problems to solve, things to fix here in our house or our kids'.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got away for a theater performance Friday at Taylor University--The Women of Lockerbie. It was amazingly well done and the bonus of that evening was to hear from the playwright herself. The story was inspired by the events following the crash of Pan Am flight 103 on Dec. 21, 1988. I had forgotten that terrorist attack and had never heard about the "laundry project" that took place seven years later when the women of the town stormed the warehouse where all the effects of the 270 victims were stored, and undertook the task of washing the items and returning them to the families. The play in the tradition of Greek odes, was a very meaningful reflection on grief in its various responses, and emphasized the healing power of community.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6MNHX2lUwlg/YYv8gtChNQI/AAAAAAAAcRg/Qnh1Do_J8O8vB--WMPLHPZKY6MSi7ietACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1612" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6MNHX2lUwlg/YYv8gtChNQI/AAAAAAAAcRg/Qnh1Do_J8O8vB--WMPLHPZKY6MSi7ietACLcBGAsYHQ/w357-h400/image.png" width="357" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Most of the week I worked very diligently on the next chapter of My Argentina story. That is hard work. I am grateful for what I learn from fellow writers. We have a Zoom meeting every Thursday and take turns critiquing one another's writings. This week we looked at a couple Christmas children's book proposals. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I liked the concept of a Jesus Tree decorated with ornaments that symbolize aspects of Advent--the coming of God into our world to dwell with us in our humanity. Then Saturday at a craft sale, I saw these unique decorations. Perhaps I'll try to have a Jesus Tree this year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOX8Uqx1RflkSiDTwOjyEe2IxtUAncU_MSqJyQkgVbc0fC6TuUB98xh8hkfLCox48qdnfDjDZL-yhwZJ6iem6A9zan7Oh3XTA-ujbMt7HCIDQsz1vcYUxu0w32tWJNfualYIxTD2ryoP6ayoAHB1pA3Oh0uV8gd8JDN9LCFxZjO-bRMWshwx7JFe-5DQ=s499" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="499" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiOX8Uqx1RflkSiDTwOjyEe2IxtUAncU_MSqJyQkgVbc0fC6TuUB98xh8hkfLCox48qdnfDjDZL-yhwZJ6iem6A9zan7Oh3XTA-ujbMt7HCIDQsz1vcYUxu0w32tWJNfualYIxTD2ryoP6ayoAHB1pA3Oh0uV8gd8JDN9LCFxZjO-bRMWshwx7JFe-5DQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been thinking much about the <b>gift of God.</b> Sunday was Reformation Sunday, remembering the great event when Martin Luther took a firm stand against the prevailing religious system which taught earning forgiveness through works or buying salvation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Grandson Malachi, gave his first sermon based on Ephesians 2:8 <span style="font-family: times;">"<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">gift</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">of</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bolder;">God</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">In our own church, I was touched by the message of <b>God's grace</b> in Romans 5:10 "</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">For if </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">while we were enemies </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, . . ."</span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> To think that we do not have to fix ourselves, clean up our lives before we come to Him. Indeed we cannot do it on our own. He has already made a way for us while we were still sinners, far from Him. And, not only that, the verse continues, . . . "</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">much more, now that we are reconciled, shall we be saved by </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">his life." He helps and enables us to live life fully here and now by His grace. An unspeakable gift indeed.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: times; font-size: 16px;">Speaking of gifts, Samuel our youngest was God's gift to us 43 years ago. I came across this memory. Sam called it "our first picture together."</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Ubuntu, Cantarell, "Noto Sans", sans-serif, Arial; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij3luav60sIKzednnAf4DFAnP3fbjxZu-qNgFPHZ0p_k2-FvTZSh1B22hx9co2-uyiBhc-T7I9Q6DSqDjVJaiH_D5efZtlqp8PzbOEuZGNEKgOHZFFQNBWCINEVX8WnXJw3kluhA1p50i16fHJWxGnSSgJTQhSSD076tKLN3ejaxscz2-sw2bPIt5F7g=s576" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="371" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij3luav60sIKzednnAf4DFAnP3fbjxZu-qNgFPHZ0p_k2-FvTZSh1B22hx9co2-uyiBhc-T7I9Q6DSqDjVJaiH_D5efZtlqp8PzbOEuZGNEKgOHZFFQNBWCINEVX8WnXJw3kluhA1p50i16fHJWxGnSSgJTQhSSD076tKLN3ejaxscz2-sw2bPIt5F7g=s320" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were invited to their home for the birthday celebration. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Probably the best gift of the evening was a very moving song by an old friend who recalled how a memory of Sam-u-el got him through a tough time. Quite a tribute to what God has done in and through Sam.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5O1VkM4e0IpPSHDLcJhtotVlHPit_RRYz3TF99FsXusuz-biHuO1YeyxsgEI4m3aXgwG-RlRO39t08DBLbf1jaFFRLlaHE0BAVzTPl7Lkntmpn27_1dZGg2ar80EjlEwDN_H7ovoogTRTjwVCcJNjZp16xhL443GSf1JqG5j4h5ZmToJi1mmw8lcJ-w=s1059" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="1059" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5O1VkM4e0IpPSHDLcJhtotVlHPit_RRYz3TF99FsXusuz-biHuO1YeyxsgEI4m3aXgwG-RlRO39t08DBLbf1jaFFRLlaHE0BAVzTPl7Lkntmpn27_1dZGg2ar80EjlEwDN_H7ovoogTRTjwVCcJNjZp16xhL443GSf1JqG5j4h5ZmToJi1mmw8lcJ-w=w640-h320" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There were some other sweet moments: Diane enjoyed playing cars with a little guy and his mother; seeing the Hoch family after many years; and, my favorite, the interaction between six-year-old Winnie and Stephan, and her reaction to his jokes, "You're a weird man."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRveztfvtGPWvnm5TjwZ1pVCtauPeKdZGVPnoWSBE275Sr_-YBOzqrPrjC39RhMDESviDv_yeSQly9vKiO9C_8b_nYHysSQ1PHZbVqDyxPb-a-yz2rEj2FS1doWg6PXCqF9g0WkZIiZakPkzZP91O82O5Q1ogiof_iTaPfLxjKXrQqdYr6RU9ldyhBg=s1093" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="499" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtRveztfvtGPWvnm5TjwZ1pVCtauPeKdZGVPnoWSBE275Sr_-YBOzqrPrjC39RhMDESviDv_yeSQly9vKiO9C_8b_nYHysSQ1PHZbVqDyxPb-a-yz2rEj2FS1doWg6PXCqF9g0WkZIiZakPkzZP91O82O5Q1ogiof_iTaPfLxjKXrQqdYr6RU9ldyhBg=w292-h640" width="292" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Winnie is quite a spunky little girl. She commandeered my phone to take some of the photos, like this one of the birthday man during the crazy Koch song.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL-u-jZt-c2glhptoWm2AJghXN44H_63MHDzdcUGOuDnzwf3ZX_dQiB9m95hiCXEYEUK0oXqRxyDspmtIedvWiJsHl6zkLPs0PkfMex5OfxJEXOS3SFoJOAaXKR4drBykKWB6p0KdfHNWshnGE5B7v_zlzuATpjVYbCeN1NjOPbLcu3SoGoU2LUwYl6A=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhL-u-jZt-c2glhptoWm2AJghXN44H_63MHDzdcUGOuDnzwf3ZX_dQiB9m95hiCXEYEUK0oXqRxyDspmtIedvWiJsHl6zkLPs0PkfMex5OfxJEXOS3SFoJOAaXKR4drBykKWB6p0KdfHNWshnGE5B7v_zlzuATpjVYbCeN1NjOPbLcu3SoGoU2LUwYl6A=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">How have you experienced God's grace this week?</div></div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-37044589270034384222021-11-04T15:31:00.001-04:002021-11-04T15:31:42.045-04:00Last week of October<p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span>We do enjoy the cozy feeling and fragrance of candles on autumn evenings.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju6hZ6ajJB1b20ldhbLZhmLnxYOynHr5-q7u9yck44Xn9lZElSHy3k2_Px7qTVmXr33iXzkoY8rfYSxGSxRld9qBvfTRi2-8T69bvOMeJgMaYoLAzFKB2U_58JxrqsMMG9BVQLGfZlGjBtW9P1W8w9vlTWKcBZpUnDPCgCVA80Jr27Dz3mFaQby3erNw=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEju6hZ6ajJB1b20ldhbLZhmLnxYOynHr5-q7u9yck44Xn9lZElSHy3k2_Px7qTVmXr33iXzkoY8rfYSxGSxRld9qBvfTRi2-8T69bvOMeJgMaYoLAzFKB2U_58JxrqsMMG9BVQLGfZlGjBtW9P1W8w9vlTWKcBZpUnDPCgCVA80Jr27Dz3mFaQby3erNw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Autumn decor</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fall changes happened almost suddenly. These two pictures of what I see out of my window as I write, compare the color differences between the beginning of the week and the last day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael went out to blow the leaves that blanketed the driveway. No longer had he finished when it was covered again. We looked out and saw them falling like rain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikYwPXel5V_--6WPEgHCR4yloMDwebr7H6hHqKm-fbNyPhvQ9_p8VHNOX48hIbrzLCqV0Kx1cjzwW1dE_UqLoU31bcYWhTF_CzIu2Iw7hhjKtJOD9GD41rJLtXINe2nq9JEerCBN87cT88V7vFajefDQZA57c5aprCQuDtf97K0aRt168Leg9xAIRyLA=s1606" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1055" data-original-width="1606" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEikYwPXel5V_--6WPEgHCR4yloMDwebr7H6hHqKm-fbNyPhvQ9_p8VHNOX48hIbrzLCqV0Kx1cjzwW1dE_UqLoU31bcYWhTF_CzIu2Iw7hhjKtJOD9GD41rJLtXINe2nq9JEerCBN87cT88V7vFajefDQZA57c5aprCQuDtf97K0aRt168Leg9xAIRyLA=w400-h263" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stephan reminded us Monday at his dinner table of his great disappointment when he was a small child. I don't remember this, but he said that I explained that it was the first day of fall, which is when the leaves fall. He looked longingly and hopefully at the trees, but nothing was happening. That memory stayed with him to this day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For lack of photos, here are two oldies. Christmas cards we sent to family from those early days in Germany.When we arrived at Mike's brother Terry's, he had them sitting out for us.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4jwJBKOSmdEXyhj3FuvLEehimOFP2OT781eInjZ8atr8-ZyfR21AaVKcdzRgSHjAY3YlY4Tk8L2yDp20Jio7HA-kiuiC5Ize-CfWzGws_k8U496fVEdhTZJMjSbbRH6_CX8HpaLcNXBz1-ct_KJSg6C0aULBF-TM-p9Tux2kl7jmL7Dpz3HSJaWO1DQ=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="597" data-original-width="960" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4jwJBKOSmdEXyhj3FuvLEehimOFP2OT781eInjZ8atr8-ZyfR21AaVKcdzRgSHjAY3YlY4Tk8L2yDp20Jio7HA-kiuiC5Ize-CfWzGws_k8U496fVEdhTZJMjSbbRH6_CX8HpaLcNXBz1-ct_KJSg6C0aULBF-TM-p9Tux2kl7jmL7Dpz3HSJaWO1DQ=w640-h398" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas 1971, and 1973</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've noticed that often when disposing of old photos and letters, they are returned to the sender. Do you do that too? In my case, I find them meaningful, the messages I wrote long ago help me put together the puzzle of different periods of our life story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I cam across this photo last week, and it was especially meaningful because my dear cousin Ed, we called him Eddie, passed away October 29. He was only four months older than me. He was recently widowed, and leaves behind a young daughter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In this photo taken at the time of my parents' 50th wedding anniversary celebration, he is holding our granddaughter Kayla who is now 30-years-old.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4YNATIj9EOnOkRcwkSY9GRSKI0sNHTEjv7B_TU8CFmg7r6zC3QjU3CuY80LxBTqPzeC4b1gBvgHVZH3x72Hb4PY4WiOnO6fW2rQr9PHD9a7qcP8b3MuxR6-jQ5adHfPRhVML-uobW9SFu3SxWeTHQu5sUwyPgPT03Qrcrh6sfC372l5hoO0e11nWHvg=s1032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="759" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj4YNATIj9EOnOkRcwkSY9GRSKI0sNHTEjv7B_TU8CFmg7r6zC3QjU3CuY80LxBTqPzeC4b1gBvgHVZH3x72Hb4PY4WiOnO6fW2rQr9PHD9a7qcP8b3MuxR6-jQ5adHfPRhVML-uobW9SFu3SxWeTHQu5sUwyPgPT03Qrcrh6sfC372l5hoO0e11nWHvg=s320" width="235" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a great article and photo: <a href="https://www.nolangroupmedia.com/mountain_advocate/former-union-college-president-edward-de-rosset-dies-at-77/article_4a94e1be-39a4-11ec-804e-3f9b229ef3ba.html">Former Union College President Edward de Rosset Dies at 77</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEie7aoD_1DgzAFtsAK0mGDn-yQSEh_NFjL2N1EyE7OB1vTqnQs215v-EoPvQQv2k8b79Rebc546kb44Ee9pMqpPSQGQEJLwJtY7ZarIOBnJimykptPGps_f_4OO9dcpi0L_CdMiDzkd7vAH-cxGVP3Xy8KUQpsUpUABThYms3zl69i1ybSVRKXA-HkAcw=s500" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEie7aoD_1DgzAFtsAK0mGDn-yQSEh_NFjL2N1EyE7OB1vTqnQs215v-EoPvQQv2k8b79Rebc546kb44Ee9pMqpPSQGQEJLwJtY7ZarIOBnJimykptPGps_f_4OO9dcpi0L_CdMiDzkd7vAH-cxGVP3Xy8KUQpsUpUABThYms3zl69i1ybSVRKXA-HkAcw=w640-h334" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael keeps busy all the time, but lamentably I have no photos to show of his work. The heating system at Stephan's house is complete now! Michael is now feeling the need to begin gathering in wood for our winter supply. Hopefully a couple weeks of decent weather will help.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I was scheduled to work at the Helping Hand store. I had fun interacting with the clients. This is a Taylor University Korean student who so enjoyed shopping and finding all kind of items that will help him survive his first Indiana winter. Here he is wearing or carrying them in bags or pockets. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZeshDvZYQ5BE4WbAOI4P0d1TQa8NLGU4zAaPG_sYan2W4uiUkBUUdYOR-yZyErsza2hp4Dvz1jpFcKJeb6ejmWHlL8Bz90wXx70s2N2w7USKVYC7vWFJG3Mz3hZr8LiakCWfehiVlJrG-xGKla5BkgOyawGvdWaegVev61PENGBaETaQmCgVNBRqgeQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZeshDvZYQ5BE4WbAOI4P0d1TQa8NLGU4zAaPG_sYan2W4uiUkBUUdYOR-yZyErsza2hp4Dvz1jpFcKJeb6ejmWHlL8Bz90wXx70s2N2w7USKVYC7vWFJG3Mz3hZr8LiakCWfehiVlJrG-xGKla5BkgOyawGvdWaegVev61PENGBaETaQmCgVNBRqgeQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mid morning, when the crowd had died down, I had a surprise call from a high school classmate in Argentina. What an interesting conversation after sixty years!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had already agreed to help Kayla with the library Halloween party she was in charge of. Sadly, she was in quarantine and couldn't be there. However, she had planned and prepared so well that we seven helpers were able to pull off a very successful community event.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was in charge of the station where kids had fun digging for hidden <strike>gumballs</strike> eyeballs in the <strike>spaghetti</strike> mess of brains.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Oi_BJzL6QWbxKK4QUkgV1F6qaYb-dHA5RnoyIjvbXwwHzAOn4nA-4Dcu9UPsUvv7rrxlbBoTPSeSpPXx5CSLN4PQ1930YE1Mcj3VdtFhzRhik9SkBdc9TPzbyOD7IyTT6Nj_n1Fr1C6h7Hr_OLSbMCo8eezFol3_u-dNmLeIbHPPw4FNkWr_H6wSsw=s728" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="516" data-original-width="728" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9Oi_BJzL6QWbxKK4QUkgV1F6qaYb-dHA5RnoyIjvbXwwHzAOn4nA-4Dcu9UPsUvv7rrxlbBoTPSeSpPXx5CSLN4PQ1930YE1Mcj3VdtFhzRhik9SkBdc9TPzbyOD7IyTT6Nj_n1Fr1C6h7Hr_OLSbMCo8eezFol3_u-dNmLeIbHPPw4FNkWr_H6wSsw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of course, one of my favorite moments was watching great grandson Kalani kicking around the balloons Tamara and I had painstakingly blown up. That was all he was interested in. A future soccer player perhaps?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLGhjFmIN1_DdTbiZcZ5kdbANeEB-eVWreh1m-TlgZrwB8DizqiV2LwaDaNirOSlcvpidrYwlgufJnUsKUEmtnwwzoVTCvJsi5Q2riTcLWEpfGOtIriPYOL9bThzeAp-2n5QfrtYguktr7QYXag7SlRkUHCt29zG4PeGB9ra6S6P0nWGZxliPpXkd9Xw=s933" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="826" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiLGhjFmIN1_DdTbiZcZ5kdbANeEB-eVWreh1m-TlgZrwB8DizqiV2LwaDaNirOSlcvpidrYwlgufJnUsKUEmtnwwzoVTCvJsi5Q2riTcLWEpfGOtIriPYOL9bThzeAp-2n5QfrtYguktr7QYXag7SlRkUHCt29zG4PeGB9ra6S6P0nWGZxliPpXkd9Xw=w354-h400" width="354" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Rebecca could not be there, of course, but dressed up anyway. I stopped by after and handed some goodies through the door. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyB8UFO71hziWUD19NB3N1N5Hk2R7Z8YjUC6vbUHG7_ax0AtmDOHJdqq7w9QqtHqY-22Vy48LOb98h-pCf6O3RItplOfH_p2gdAqIT-ddYHY6exEtwlso6GycSjNDECexBnPVAiTPFa0ZC88TMkDpWYDYV_zKJBKo3r1l1-KJKg9LotNnUkrsb7VlYA=s1440" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgiyB8UFO71hziWUD19NB3N1N5Hk2R7Z8YjUC6vbUHG7_ax0AtmDOHJdqq7w9QqtHqY-22Vy48LOb98h-pCf6O3RItplOfH_p2gdAqIT-ddYHY6exEtwlso6GycSjNDECexBnPVAiTPFa0ZC88TMkDpWYDYV_zKJBKo3r1l1-KJKg9LotNnUkrsb7VlYA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, we enjoyed a Moriah-meal. Ever since someone gave us these unique plates, we've enjoyed "plated" meals. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGmypUhPOWNdjpqQEDrukmyC6Ao0y7O17sY_Yym4I2jLyWQi1k4_l2iDTORxU793N7nSYt7k_4Z74aKuNdwK8SpQEmnT6MOqVLG6qSwt2MxOL9fOpvrGPMakwb8GKvmOU9JjFSdjez4JCe_QqUCpsFEEvgWTE9OfvnJjjXkXXlt7C5eDT4bpmVKhBKQ=s640" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="310" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGmypUhPOWNdjpqQEDrukmyC6Ao0y7O17sY_Yym4I2jLyWQi1k4_l2iDTORxU793N7nSYt7k_4Z74aKuNdwK8SpQEmnT6MOqVLG6qSwt2MxOL9fOpvrGPMakwb8GKvmOU9JjFSdjez4JCe_QqUCpsFEEvgWTE9OfvnJjjXkXXlt7C5eDT4bpmVKhBKQ=s320" width="155" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We had a lot of catching up to do. The young engineer is "adulting" quite well! And, of course, we had to play a few rounds of Splendor. </div></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-13294619232440737222021-10-27T23:16:00.009-04:002021-10-28T09:16:00.671-04:00Wisconsin travels<p> A small detail of nature that caught my eye as we strolled through a park during our travels. The pine and colors reminded me of Christmas. The thought comes often now that we are only nine weeks away. It's time to think of the traditional year-end later, greeting cards, and the family calendar I put together each year. Or is it time to give up some traditions?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCvGdanj6HLej-knaQ2IMBWkgKhgSfUq4oV1EohL6m6fDW48Wqaa7uYgUthGnpEbJlmclO_JTc1b9-yUVlesTYK51luoeD8foJMnSNmrb7eEJxlTzNw-oPit_kKlYlMyR2TyR2o0ZRR8bcQ1ExMatkgE1FA5BHcCjyD6ZXnCgaN3txpsjroAQrSFoyzQ=s1124" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCvGdanj6HLej-knaQ2IMBWkgKhgSfUq4oV1EohL6m6fDW48Wqaa7uYgUthGnpEbJlmclO_JTc1b9-yUVlesTYK51luoeD8foJMnSNmrb7eEJxlTzNw-oPit_kKlYlMyR2TyR2o0ZRR8bcQ1ExMatkgE1FA5BHcCjyD6ZXnCgaN3txpsjroAQrSFoyzQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, preparing for our trip to Wisconsin filled the early part of the week and meant rearranging some routines, but most definitely worth the getaway and the good times we had visiting family and even less known relatives. </div>The main purpose of the trip was to visit Mike's older brother and a sister. However, I put out a message on Facebook offering to meet with relatives in the area. Two first-cousins-once-removed responded eagerly. Both were mere acquaintances and felt like we'd never met, but we realized in conversation that we'd attended a couple family funerals ages ago. We truly enjoyed getting acquainted, sharing family stories and common interests.<div><br /></div><div>Wednesday night we spent at the Ohlingers. Jenn is the granddaughter of my 103-year-old Uncle Dan. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDe4OacepDIcMiV2GH0qZ64y4lXiwlWwhsvfe_FCvnhzLrcJik5oTrGwgq4-aUpm8FcyfNucPllk-vKpCvTsmguow2k_PLnULkXziWhj_JC4pn5_mR2sN-XL9Sj2NI6woHCfek3OYwNxA8B1_b5bqqtPaXIr0VhoxMXOXcMpZAJreBWX66egd05itFjQ=s960" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDe4OacepDIcMiV2GH0qZ64y4lXiwlWwhsvfe_FCvnhzLrcJik5oTrGwgq4-aUpm8FcyfNucPllk-vKpCvTsmguow2k_PLnULkXziWhj_JC4pn5_mR2sN-XL9Sj2NI6woHCfek3OYwNxA8B1_b5bqqtPaXIr0VhoxMXOXcMpZAJreBWX66egd05itFjQ=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pete, Jenn, and Eliana</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They have an adopted daughter. She and I enjoyed drawing together and later watching her favorite show. I also watched a Zoom math class in progress. They have nine fun pets too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1VOW6zYaXJBgiw1a-TwFBOVQF8B3ikXDau0Mom-toQm2-AKdO14hPRLVdgAJPKKOFmZj4CgONFPBEHp6uBs6z97p281ij8hX0yAZPEdiHrU4-VEpAiRAfS12TfzcRPbA4gtTsH3VW4FNqeogo6rS0zRaaNUBaZd3FhOdZlNln9zTpymt7rtQ6Twpi_g=s728" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="728" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1VOW6zYaXJBgiw1a-TwFBOVQF8B3ikXDau0Mom-toQm2-AKdO14hPRLVdgAJPKKOFmZj4CgONFPBEHp6uBs6z97p281ij8hX0yAZPEdiHrU4-VEpAiRAfS12TfzcRPbA4gtTsH3VW4FNqeogo6rS0zRaaNUBaZd3FhOdZlNln9zTpymt7rtQ6Twpi_g=w400-h254" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday morning we proceeded on to Steven's Point to the older of the Koch brothers. Their cute little Riley gave us a very energetic exuberant welcome. It took him quite a while to settle down. Family fellowship was wonderful. The older we grow, the more precious these times become.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF35mcF5TY4XQhJ-Hvwb4eS-vVzOlIDxOSmv59sybKuW-6cMTxbAoMt0LbChfwjyEuc7-JdqItxVJRo-AkiVI7e9knh3WV3D8M2ziV9XGQ1YveBZk8TXmeRU4UwEtL3IMMgPdYh0c_UsKzfe5QkJyPJgdvsjy9J1GXNUO8yjycBbppLg_1liaKlT6jww=s796" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="796" data-original-width="728" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgF35mcF5TY4XQhJ-Hvwb4eS-vVzOlIDxOSmv59sybKuW-6cMTxbAoMt0LbChfwjyEuc7-JdqItxVJRo-AkiVI7e9knh3WV3D8M2ziV9XGQ1YveBZk8TXmeRU4UwEtL3IMMgPdYh0c_UsKzfe5QkJyPJgdvsjy9J1GXNUO8yjycBbppLg_1liaKlT6jww=w366-h400" width="366" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Terry, Sandy, and Riley</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday's family visit was also very special. We were sad to find Nan in a lot of pain, but glad to bring her some hours of cheer and distraction. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy sharing family stories. We pray for relief from the pain and wisdom on how to proceed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IS0ReN3YQhIsC9xwGazu6K7w9yNSzvnpfNV7ww-CyyxC-vw6hjJyqGEp4uBQKQVMX7qcTybh338ebAOlds0e0Tan8701wYG8lHwTwQ0LLMm2yrbxROmp_kTYu2z-rIPdAGRAtmkghpUupgQi1uHoFagd1VdIuW6DHG6ujE1LPpHjV5vy8CY3xKjueA=s728" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="728" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_IS0ReN3YQhIsC9xwGazu6K7w9yNSzvnpfNV7ww-CyyxC-vw6hjJyqGEp4uBQKQVMX7qcTybh338ebAOlds0e0Tan8701wYG8lHwTwQ0LLMm2yrbxROmp_kTYu2z-rIPdAGRAtmkghpUupgQi1uHoFagd1VdIuW6DHG6ujE1LPpHjV5vy8CY3xKjueA=w640-h406" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nan and Don Rumlow</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If it weren't for the back and knee pain, Nan would be up and about caring for her unusual array of plants, shrubs, and blooms, and her beautiful home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Qf0urGCmuJcXQkFapG5XDIADhLXmEM1TFDtUQ13qeBwlraIgOWN0YdyuIKHqPqvlOkMZ7B3qdOPl0Z681yTbFdHGGCS5Mk6bFikA6lRsbTn_hUkWAwo8BEMXOR3Us0ff3I4-cgPdzqe_y21NYCiA30hPVDdQ-JY-TMO0umsO5_1kJqyAOpAAIlU2ZQ=s1357" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="1357" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8Qf0urGCmuJcXQkFapG5XDIADhLXmEM1TFDtUQ13qeBwlraIgOWN0YdyuIKHqPqvlOkMZ7B3qdOPl0Z681yTbFdHGGCS5Mk6bFikA6lRsbTn_hUkWAwo8BEMXOR3Us0ff3I4-cgPdzqe_y21NYCiA30hPVDdQ-JY-TMO0umsO5_1kJqyAOpAAIlU2ZQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Purple Essence grasses <br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Saturday morning we strolled along the shores of Lake Winnebago, the water was clear and calm. We could see the other side which reminded Michael of his mother and aunt walking along that ridge and other memories. </div><div>The weather was perfect for the installation of many light displays and wooden figures, the early seasonal decoration of the lakeside park.</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgjartnYQtY5wLfOWd6q7-JBCZ1a4kHulscnQGtu8AEvAdykHeigoZse-zhAnXEZ9CWAhTH-weUy-ev7ltZzPtJL47LUjoA6FwRHCZLycElw1zk4l1-50n8K0hTXmGeDTYyGhmvwfSp5zpB24l9zUoHMN8XTK9y7mtlcNYzTD2GwrHVt0VowTTzJxt4A=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="1200" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgjartnYQtY5wLfOWd6q7-JBCZ1a4kHulscnQGtu8AEvAdykHeigoZse-zhAnXEZ9CWAhTH-weUy-ev7ltZzPtJL47LUjoA6FwRHCZLycElw1zk4l1-50n8K0hTXmGeDTYyGhmvwfSp5zpB24l9zUoHMN8XTK9y7mtlcNYzTD2GwrHVt0VowTTzJxt4A=w400-h288" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As we walked along we came to a statue of Chief Oshkosh. Was that who Mike's late sister Carol had painted? Nan made sure we noticed the treasured painting before we left their house. We miss Carol. Many of the shared stories were about her. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi07rc_7Fhh-fb4G8aVodMAdlPlSuCOzO9iy7fTVVudnqGc9A3Ga9PF_w6kQxOKNSRMTL6H1lbhI8-sKJYp6_CRaxTM7zxsBAH0SzbIQGxit0xuJVGWwmzEbPEHLA4QS44rfUN81ArQ0ZP6nlYzACT5s6xY5WYT9-gB3I7ZFE4G7RyioOamWeyiscWtgg=s1200" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="1200" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi07rc_7Fhh-fb4G8aVodMAdlPlSuCOzO9iy7fTVVudnqGc9A3Ga9PF_w6kQxOKNSRMTL6H1lbhI8-sKJYp6_CRaxTM7zxsBAH0SzbIQGxit0xuJVGWwmzEbPEHLA4QS44rfUN81ArQ0ZP6nlYzACT5s6xY5WYT9-gB3I7ZFE4G7RyioOamWeyiscWtgg=w640-h440" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As we left the park I had to get a picture of the former hospital across the street where both Michael and Sam were born. It is now an apartment complex.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiB1d0SUMj52T1IQ7LzSHWbaIOfDOT2pGi6hpJSyPsSaIEvZRykDNYIJU_pg37y9CWka6TfyHDI7GQBrCbhwrGzvGemf-bLcP5QUCUfzsri5lppsHrzFdQOwh3owgViBTOvp-Tz62RXuuhvnFxoVqxiZpIv8oecp32CLRAbdMwxNZPiYEDhV6ViuleBtw=s914" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="914" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiB1d0SUMj52T1IQ7LzSHWbaIOfDOT2pGi6hpJSyPsSaIEvZRykDNYIJU_pg37y9CWka6TfyHDI7GQBrCbhwrGzvGemf-bLcP5QUCUfzsri5lppsHrzFdQOwh3owgViBTOvp-Tz62RXuuhvnFxoVqxiZpIv8oecp32CLRAbdMwxNZPiYEDhV6ViuleBtw=w400-h245" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of son Sam, I liked this action pic that showed up this week on Facebook, and also a paragraph about his skateboard business.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6COl-BJHTGXb_Q_cSg1NmIBxl0z7aHbV5PYIWixeWjVidfX05C8nO6Dd_Abq4f-BcZBtBjFm3tMBziXonONOOqSQlS4zsdzpeq591gc9y-5s-2jGtttig2R2X8Nu7VuzestHYRHkindRcy50DtkEQFVmRg8r06oBQ3ksRrX5Prtk8VwKhmc18iqckWg=s1352" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1352" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6COl-BJHTGXb_Q_cSg1NmIBxl0z7aHbV5PYIWixeWjVidfX05C8nO6Dd_Abq4f-BcZBtBjFm3tMBziXonONOOqSQlS4zsdzpeq591gc9y-5s-2jGtttig2R2X8Nu7VuzestHYRHkindRcy50DtkEQFVmRg8r06oBQ3ksRrX5Prtk8VwKhmc18iqckWg=w189-h400" width="189" /></a></div><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #050505; font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><blockquote><span style="font-family: times;">Life skateboards is the culmination of years & years of hard work, trial & error, jig building, tool design and build, testing, low tech engineering, skating, creating. Years and years in limbo between trying to make Life full time or keep relying on my woodworking, cabinetry, construction background. Life skateboards is literally two dudes in a workshop trying to make the best possible skateboard for every rider, every age, ever . . .</span></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had some time before the meeting with another little known cousin. Michael wanted to look for the house he had lived in for a time when a young boy, 190 Boyd St. The problem is that so much has changed, including the numbers of the houses. We stopped to ask a gentleman working outside. He'd lived there fifty years and was not aware of different numbers. They talked about Oshkosh places and people they might know in common. As a boy, he remembered going to Koch Sales (the family discount store) in Omro where he got his first maple candies! When Michael mentioned being involved in FIRST robotics as a mentor and his acquaintance with Oshkosh's winningest team, Wave Robotics, the conversation really took off. It happens this man is a mentor on that team! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAqLML5bR5t-gqA4s-dRpj_OTK311joIjQGC94Sl2Fn2I7ZZQyCl-ZOQjPnOGmc8wjGM3W7Gd2OyyLg3nvQ-IMuuD_mm06Phk_8THgoVobX9eESwiSRWKk5v50mRNTMXnXQFCun5ciB5_tixbh9rbWs4PBaN6vwCyznsn3BpZnNRCYocz-2Dlxo7oRMQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAqLML5bR5t-gqA4s-dRpj_OTK311joIjQGC94Sl2Fn2I7ZZQyCl-ZOQjPnOGmc8wjGM3W7Gd2OyyLg3nvQ-IMuuD_mm06Phk_8THgoVobX9eESwiSRWKk5v50mRNTMXnXQFCun5ciB5_tixbh9rbWs4PBaN6vwCyznsn3BpZnNRCYocz-2Dlxo7oRMQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Finally it was time for our last visit. Heidi's grandfather, my mother's older brother Harlan lived in Neenah. He was the first of the Hirschy to leave us in his early 70s of a heart attack as he was mowing. Her father, Harlan II, my cousin, also passed away at a similar age and circumstances while shoveling snow. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Needless to say we had much to learn about each other's lives and families. Surprisingly, we could relate to one another in many areas, and the visit proved delightful, hopefully only a first. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcNtvn90b2He7_nkOwQSi-mSK9HgHvN5lrtt8OTWNLSbxIspm5uD25ZoUeNdtu_NpAsKer4kG38fdWdb9ra7DXA5fgtur1ykyaWSIgbSYr65h-pKwEP9SnXgquW5ySKR3JvcnWwprZMTi4BQDZcD6yctQHA19o0lFFex9AvqYfX9fviLp49psyYCbD6w=s874" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="874" data-original-width="728" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgcNtvn90b2He7_nkOwQSi-mSK9HgHvN5lrtt8OTWNLSbxIspm5uD25ZoUeNdtu_NpAsKer4kG38fdWdb9ra7DXA5fgtur1ykyaWSIgbSYr65h-pKwEP9SnXgquW5ySKR3JvcnWwprZMTi4BQDZcD6yctQHA19o0lFFex9AvqYfX9fviLp49psyYCbD6w=w334-h400" width="334" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heidi Wyn and Dan Milner</td></tr></tbody></table><br /> We headed home and arrived after midnight enjoying a good read, <i>No Compromise, the life story of Keith Green. </i>The entire trip I read aloud, even so we are only 70% through the book. It is captivating and convicting. Now we've begun to listen to his music. We were probably out of the country when he became a sought after Christian musician. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdzRLw-l3CQ/YXmSzoQCLiI/AAAAAAAAcN8/ecB2GtfAWPE1MTLqbJu7m_WlBxclVIZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="328" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gdzRLw-l3CQ/YXmSzoQCLiI/AAAAAAAAcN8/ecB2GtfAWPE1MTLqbJu7m_WlBxclVIZVwCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="157" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: left;">What are your memories of the Keith Green era and his music?<br /></div><br /><p></p><p></p></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-44844842980470749852021-10-19T15:50:00.000-04:002021-10-19T15:50:16.977-04:00Week 42<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Somehow cousin Karin faithfully puts together a lovely bouquet every week even when she says there are few flowers left. Thanks, again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCx0AY5J3_RkoyPDkvnLHVkcm6rE0ygXOUHYEBjQe5zQ10p4XvvOH8VZuboCghgljNhbPUF8m45Z6BRP6UmobUSZ9bvwo5cyLnokchoRzGKNSherbJvzEEqIIiTeAUnG4NdJXmP0AC2DAlTNSDA3M3WUqFcY3n7d9B38stzll7vbaij0_9xoHB6ebOMQ=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCx0AY5J3_RkoyPDkvnLHVkcm6rE0ygXOUHYEBjQe5zQ10p4XvvOH8VZuboCghgljNhbPUF8m45Z6BRP6UmobUSZ9bvwo5cyLnokchoRzGKNSherbJvzEEqIIiTeAUnG4NdJXmP0AC2DAlTNSDA3M3WUqFcY3n7d9B38stzll7vbaij0_9xoHB6ebOMQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And, somehow, Michael musters up enough strength to keep tackling the many tasks that present themselves. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_9r75pQ88viP7y0q8PUc1FyZ50G7x-auZGYGaWo1n48KeLa9wecnje8wunQ8XenkegkcYEgTCwbgWDmugcqssTuian6cahX0LDc3Gpctjc3_8yJEEwXUEbD9IFgILxaPfZWWQRdUcSn4tDF3Tc3tKZnVM2YnBzAEO0L3-SbN0iwmMcETiHi9xFravNw=s1581" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1581" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_9r75pQ88viP7y0q8PUc1FyZ50G7x-auZGYGaWo1n48KeLa9wecnje8wunQ8XenkegkcYEgTCwbgWDmugcqssTuian6cahX0LDc3Gpctjc3_8yJEEwXUEbD9IFgILxaPfZWWQRdUcSn4tDF3Tc3tKZnVM2YnBzAEO0L3-SbN0iwmMcETiHi9xFravNw=w640-h294" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One job is almost done - the heating system at Steph and Karen's new house! He has repaired all the more obvious leak spots, but it will need to be checked with water when that is possible. Notice the well organized and labeled binder documenting the entire system. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Photo on right shows dry wall in-progress. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We got to see son Sam Monday night as well. He came to talk about the cabinetry he will be installing.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbXm-xtbQtgfztYHl32R3IqXU5xhTEw0TMU7UAe1O_PYRRxsMQXrBPdJ2xN_USyPnPbQKI4nnwhc42UP3pl-SaI5-2Wbcf4VzCZf-tRvQeYGk6vxqhkvS1gldk5o26uMlmMyGU4UZvu5pioL_eZ5OBjMSwoHyIFELmYuKfYM3MctGa2VjsuAFuXNxbIg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbXm-xtbQtgfztYHl32R3IqXU5xhTEw0TMU7UAe1O_PYRRxsMQXrBPdJ2xN_USyPnPbQKI4nnwhc42UP3pl-SaI5-2Wbcf4VzCZf-tRvQeYGk6vxqhkvS1gldk5o26uMlmMyGU4UZvu5pioL_eZ5OBjMSwoHyIFELmYuKfYM3MctGa2VjsuAFuXNxbIg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>For further details check out Karen's weekly <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/2021/10/16/electrical-hook-up-window-wall-planking-and-drywall-delays/">blog </a>report on house progress.</p><p>Leah's place had some fun pumpkin decor. Next, some will be painted and/or eaten.</p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYs7oZScBTE9YEyTtShVzMfgXDkpy1d_tUCmFZo4VodfzyJDPNc_ukotz5732u6CXb0oz1oz795BIc0ahJ3hwQ-jVqLKCVJkAEVPvi6KoVwEvdMggbBBrGBs8aJxlJcmDa1gRpz4cEzoVF8aDuhpHnDskN0FGhuuxOlWY4X31FmBHd5tn40VIK0BlnyA=s944" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="944" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYs7oZScBTE9YEyTtShVzMfgXDkpy1d_tUCmFZo4VodfzyJDPNc_ukotz5732u6CXb0oz1oz795BIc0ahJ3hwQ-jVqLKCVJkAEVPvi6KoVwEvdMggbBBrGBs8aJxlJcmDa1gRpz4cEzoVF8aDuhpHnDskN0FGhuuxOlWY4X31FmBHd5tn40VIK0BlnyA=w400-h290" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael and a few backpacking buddies went to Low Gap Trail in Morgan Monroe State Forrest and spent Wednesday and into Thursday enjoying the beautiful outdoors and perfect weather.</div> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEv5l4q4gvkH2kJP8bI4MtQLQNBFYhK0C730ZK5eLnCrvjl_ujNtmr1sXSCbMv6pCvuyph7msKEKEODnH6sqPlqV8vHSKiTg5HUWfn3TaBGHvyQ0KbRADqCIZ81Gk0VwK7hXI8HKw2PZTOpzpW5bD3IxBFXsV5kvKpeE_rPMizIJWOSNyPkmw_GebV7Q=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEv5l4q4gvkH2kJP8bI4MtQLQNBFYhK0C730ZK5eLnCrvjl_ujNtmr1sXSCbMv6pCvuyph7msKEKEODnH6sqPlqV8vHSKiTg5HUWfn3TaBGHvyQ0KbRADqCIZ81Gk0VwK7hXI8HKw2PZTOpzpW5bD3IxBFXsV5kvKpeE_rPMizIJWOSNyPkmw_GebV7Q=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>Friday the 15th, was another of my self-imposed writing deadlines. Again, somehow throughout the two weeks, we managed to crank out another <i>capítulo - </i>in English <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/10/tents-and-temples.html">Chapter 16</a> "Tents and Temples", and in Spanish <i><a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/10/la-carpa.html">La Carpa</a>.</i> </p><p>Saturday, Our Town Upland sponsored the second annual Fall Festival. By the time I arrived, the family members I had gone to see were already leaving. Perfect timing to admire the pumpkins Rebecca and Kalani painted, get hugs and kisses, and <i>abuela's </i>mandatory photo.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifHna7G6FnbumoDDb1P6k0DKsJ9Ynv8E7-fSVgotpp_ACDUmfbFW_CkZPs3FXCSNYaPwyjy5o4wqP8Bn5I8xKA61fJV2OM5_ajc_ZMEWPCaBK-dk6D9jLXJgLKFebBd-Z4V4ShsG7VmaQnox89OCltTIkeFmlEnbgb5Jes_-XTsT8GwuSDZe9johcJfg=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEifHna7G6FnbumoDDb1P6k0DKsJ9Ynv8E7-fSVgotpp_ACDUmfbFW_CkZPs3FXCSNYaPwyjy5o4wqP8Bn5I8xKA61fJV2OM5_ajc_ZMEWPCaBK-dk6D9jLXJgLKFebBd-Z4V4ShsG7VmaQnox89OCltTIkeFmlEnbgb5Jes_-XTsT8GwuSDZe9johcJfg=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple days later this great action photo showed up on Facebook. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhDPgzhXABXuOMk3R8oBJ2BIlbG17q2HAdip1AKhqXZYdJan1w7uXa2cP8sJi51ZJwjZ5wObjaOl5TqU_xZOAgfDWBMckykaHsR5MGuKSiU-3B4zZ-MSiwkMUsAmBtzUIrMQORp6WymZThcOoyDbEx6-Hny435GVMyUpJWpH_KfmJPnAa2tsC8lr_fzg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhhDPgzhXABXuOMk3R8oBJ2BIlbG17q2HAdip1AKhqXZYdJan1w7uXa2cP8sJi51ZJwjZ5wObjaOl5TqU_xZOAgfDWBMckykaHsR5MGuKSiU-3B4zZ-MSiwkMUsAmBtzUIrMQORp6WymZThcOoyDbEx6-Hny435GVMyUpJWpH_KfmJPnAa2tsC8lr_fzg=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thank you Ashley Tibery and Our Town Upland!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>That was all I'd come for, so I just went home, took a short nap and waited for the arrival of two grandsons coming to spend the night.<div>We had a fun time with Zion and Jude. I introduced Zion to a Let's Make Art watercolor tutorial. He picked the Piggy Pig out of many, many options because it had seemingly fewer lines and looked easier. It was probably more challenging than we expected but we had fun! I had missed doing watercolor, so thank you, Zion!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0I_fKjZueJiu717J877QeZwDFkxPvN3dYVp-KXUEX9oXoq-YXOrKl19ztGN2_BMa7yBY8zRjH7KIkUBumSKwK_AdFF6vG5MIf07rfDggxhMlZO61ursTnL6VgJ43cnB7YOpK9ydA-Q6RqUC5eZcDcSCP2YqNTEUAe6tsukpevV4phwkKRahfaMPYGKQ=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0I_fKjZueJiu717J877QeZwDFkxPvN3dYVp-KXUEX9oXoq-YXOrKl19ztGN2_BMa7yBY8zRjH7KIkUBumSKwK_AdFF6vG5MIf07rfDggxhMlZO61ursTnL6VgJ43cnB7YOpK9ydA-Q6RqUC5eZcDcSCP2YqNTEUAe6tsukpevV4phwkKRahfaMPYGKQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Jude preferred to explore the new video game he got for his birthday. We also played a couple games together.</div><p style="text-align: left;">Sunday morning Zion made us eggs for breakfast while Jude, showered and ready for church, continued to conquer some of the objectives of his game!</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJzDDOtUm4VNL2zQ3xBzVyOKh_Ig6AO-SmUpiuLy-qnYvec2XfI0gN5H6plR7ERy5g-1YXUXrtYp9DvCaXWQmYDmezFi8gHJOb30eil2TrIdK-JyoS2lly7FhreGcJIlu029n2KzaG726s5bvF4ja4DqCqoqztEmr7D04aaaJgzk9DqxriqfJs1xAwlw=s944" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="944" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJzDDOtUm4VNL2zQ3xBzVyOKh_Ig6AO-SmUpiuLy-qnYvec2XfI0gN5H6plR7ERy5g-1YXUXrtYp9DvCaXWQmYDmezFi8gHJOb30eil2TrIdK-JyoS2lly7FhreGcJIlu029n2KzaG726s5bvF4ja4DqCqoqztEmr7D04aaaJgzk9DqxriqfJs1xAwlw=w640-h464" width="640" /></a></p><p>After church we needed to help Diane with a couple of malfunctions, so we drove to her apartment in Marion and then took her out to eat. Can you tell where?</p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4IaAs90_o/YW2hcmIHKMI/AAAAAAAAcKY/Go_VA7v0sgE4HAi9jHghNKFROxvXmy8ZgCLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="403" data-original-width="721" height="358" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ph4IaAs90_o/YW2hcmIHKMI/AAAAAAAAcKY/Go_VA7v0sgE4HAi9jHghNKFROxvXmy8ZgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h358/image.png" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Next week we're looking forward to a bit of travel to visit relatives in Wisconsin. It will be nice to get away. <br /><br /><p></p></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-41894835377047323332021-10-13T22:57:00.002-04:002021-10-13T22:57:59.000-04:00Week 41's Miscellany<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I looked back on Week 41 there were hardly any photos. I listed the important happenings of the week as part of "remembering, reflecting, recording." (I read somewhere it's supposed to help you live a longer and more fulfilling life.) Even so, the weekly photo-journal came together once again. (Thanks to all whose photos I've "borrowed.") </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin sent this photo especially for me/us, a bright zinnia bouquet. Thank you, Karin!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoK-T1fcndR1MIuaY5I5Vd_3Hpci9nztXKG3ZPCGuOLNYjWTVUDzfnsvnsuIL_IVJyNLNSoOcy4du8EHxOohL9YECAsTsmeaRnTxL0Bwm0emr77-N3vuURZf9H-U-Jm6yyQp_mSxunqNQ4xB7jw19vgoFWs9Z-ehIEJer6G0_2ZPwNJM1tfEXOUPs_gQ=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjoK-T1fcndR1MIuaY5I5Vd_3Hpci9nztXKG3ZPCGuOLNYjWTVUDzfnsvnsuIL_IVJyNLNSoOcy4du8EHxOohL9YECAsTsmeaRnTxL0Bwm0emr77-N3vuURZf9H-U-Jm6yyQp_mSxunqNQ4xB7jw19vgoFWs9Z-ehIEJer6G0_2ZPwNJM1tfEXOUPs_gQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had asked sister-in-law Raquel for a selfie, after failing to take a picture of them when we were there last week. I received this happy family pic. Thank you!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3FmJgH6_Vl8TPsJkJf3n0L8iyqEDIKWXhODLTn76L5zN7UHGH3vnY9VMP9rl8Qi3BQHwYtYgeb-ZKjQLaETVf6HHdczd_c9Jf0jSxsWNOcPPOMQ1Bs922nUwHU-3kjML4KmZYKxD3IUvPLdHdree_L91oYITYtMjCydrfB6PEeQ0JDugBVW1E1iclcA=s843" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh3FmJgH6_Vl8TPsJkJf3n0L8iyqEDIKWXhODLTn76L5zN7UHGH3vnY9VMP9rl8Qi3BQHwYtYgeb-ZKjQLaETVf6HHdczd_c9Jf0jSxsWNOcPPOMQ1Bs922nUwHU-3kjML4KmZYKxD3IUvPLdHdree_L91oYITYtMjCydrfB6PEeQ0JDugBVW1E1iclcA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I promised to share more about our ultra eventful last weekend. Sunday evening, we celebrated Kayla's upcoming 30th birthday (Tuesday, October 5) with a fondue. This one photographic memory of the party reveals the serious decline of my photography, both in quantity and quality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhGl5gs6blugL3YFKYpFkiYZY6m6dj4DnZ2sgJg-89VnYWOGK-bDLbAKiI3O8Ew7wXSg6zTfPoi9H4x2Usb_MtIEI2WuNHnuhTPRHmg0bx9cTlPAKXItL62ycVq3qtZ0qCIUegkjhuara4br6MCIA0I5SSemwg2ETerac_7CKjDaqtp2_kxW1Va7CHBA=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="421" data-original-width="917" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhGl5gs6blugL3YFKYpFkiYZY6m6dj4DnZ2sgJg-89VnYWOGK-bDLbAKiI3O8Ew7wXSg6zTfPoi9H4x2Usb_MtIEI2WuNHnuhTPRHmg0bx9cTlPAKXItL62ycVq3qtZ0qCIUegkjhuara4br6MCIA0I5SSemwg2ETerac_7CKjDaqtp2_kxW1Va7CHBA=w640-h294" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As always, the littlest family member was the center of attention. Auntie Kayla is so good at leading little ones in song and movement. Kalani followed right along with The Itsy Bitsy Spider and Baby Shark.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBp_iphk98aJm9ar-0miHVk7CfgeBQUtdiOulu34IWkisf-Z59PCgZRuYz_4jdlFKaHhZTfKJxa6MKG_NRFXwQ717A-sUd0eN7QoaH2NNAONCWS8pePat65rUNmiiKqkY-gvNMuWOK2QPtMkL_P1QUg3cx6QJveQOE8WqyBac-yJYtU_fpxl0cg36jmg=s620" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="620" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBp_iphk98aJm9ar-0miHVk7CfgeBQUtdiOulu34IWkisf-Z59PCgZRuYz_4jdlFKaHhZTfKJxa6MKG_NRFXwQ717A-sUd0eN7QoaH2NNAONCWS8pePat65rUNmiiKqkY-gvNMuWOK2QPtMkL_P1QUg3cx6QJveQOE8WqyBac-yJYtU_fpxl0cg36jmg=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I managed to get in only one longer walk this week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-ra7O-wRb2hto5_VfrVDwHaMT5Hs9D3GPeDuP0ckRw3htWbYMfhKm5LUTSJTQ8VTUUmolWsuuLV77OLDT7HjqucRzfc4YzFrptQLNHVX47h9n0CavdlVOGxhrfmOICwL-_odpB0EM1xN7N61GoYQONCuym2T4-HM6-un9_u8oqzK7WBEC9OunxKVmLA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-ra7O-wRb2hto5_VfrVDwHaMT5Hs9D3GPeDuP0ckRw3htWbYMfhKm5LUTSJTQ8VTUUmolWsuuLV77OLDT7HjqucRzfc4YzFrptQLNHVX47h9n0CavdlVOGxhrfmOICwL-_odpB0EM1xN7N61GoYQONCuym2T4-HM6-un9_u8oqzK7WBEC9OunxKVmLA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I try to observe seasonal changes--the colors, new growth, things I hadn't noticed before. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiINJrhwKfG1LLLAmrSuR4s3frKgzO0Jc7zOQ3NCT1xGi-z0kRXN3M_WVIzVyi-1cbMm4jAF0WKFmX38In1dM37LM8CByB8ZSvQ-rTh_EbUBZEjv1IlmfxVesEjxhrtep0ODIl5BjmpmoXPN1feqZC1ZEBCLKCz__Ipli6S-ayUvK5_J6LjwitYUa4rPw=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="917" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiINJrhwKfG1LLLAmrSuR4s3frKgzO0Jc7zOQ3NCT1xGi-z0kRXN3M_WVIzVyi-1cbMm4jAF0WKFmX38In1dM37LM8CByB8ZSvQ-rTh_EbUBZEjv1IlmfxVesEjxhrtep0ODIl5BjmpmoXPN1feqZC1ZEBCLKCz__Ipli6S-ayUvK5_J6LjwitYUa4rPw=w400-h229" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've also been preparing the outdoor potted plants for wintering indoors. I rescued some little spider plant starters and had fun using Michael's pottery experiments to grow them in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidZnmcAeR5_0_LaWAwcWQtIMi8jdiU4TXgB1C-Ahiv8h7DgTZepSH9eXIZFr6csjk2LCWLdnSTpYEvnsnGRStjFA0rxGxs2bAp247RDKC036LBzRGfEiKItCX09A5Tfes5y9kDkjayypJj5aqYt1NRUA7Xa7lZN7y6LHpsgvb3gWKodU43ZTwjQOMHnA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="960" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidZnmcAeR5_0_LaWAwcWQtIMi8jdiU4TXgB1C-Ahiv8h7DgTZepSH9eXIZFr6csjk2LCWLdnSTpYEvnsnGRStjFA0rxGxs2bAp247RDKC036LBzRGfEiKItCX09A5Tfes5y9kDkjayypJj5aqYt1NRUA7Xa7lZN7y6LHpsgvb3gWKodU43ZTwjQOMHnA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I discovered that the mums planted last fall came back and blossomed. I was taking a picture of them at the same time that my friend in Argentina sent me a pic of their spring flowers. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4KjU7-N5GJRxGj-N2aVMv2NgCTnso_ppt-QQ2v-x2-Bd1JeUCCeZHCHK2pkEZMmSNTShzh20WKpRwmR7me52CtWJu_Vbh5ICDL8lIUq_80AdAZOWkMq0a9GyCpPBCdmJHwtDCD9LFuxtN3FJCs_l7jeFGGKKj0SBwjfbZkcuYdsDH2To7XWIpNOTcKw=s1242" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1242" data-original-width="693" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4KjU7-N5GJRxGj-N2aVMv2NgCTnso_ppt-QQ2v-x2-Bd1JeUCCeZHCHK2pkEZMmSNTShzh20WKpRwmR7me52CtWJu_Vbh5ICDL8lIUq_80AdAZOWkMq0a9GyCpPBCdmJHwtDCD9LFuxtN3FJCs_l7jeFGGKKj0SBwjfbZkcuYdsDH2To7XWIpNOTcKw=w224-h400" width="224" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There was one more birthday in the family this week. Friday the 8th of October Jude turned nine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCDW3LKheAnyDLoovZZT8PIJ37Qu2IOEqqLuE8K4mkm12A1rvClnivoWuckt_IeXq3FLvUTUgzlbduFy32kj74mLz71wYD4WEVwKqGN69tdy0eifidLwjpat-K-4Vf_qqKus3CGEdHfavlVaJuPdH1DhIxd5-nr8RQBlNqG1ebTKoZ7FtPCSdvl4hX2A=s1200" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgCDW3LKheAnyDLoovZZT8PIJ37Qu2IOEqqLuE8K4mkm12A1rvClnivoWuckt_IeXq3FLvUTUgzlbduFy32kj74mLz71wYD4WEVwKqGN69tdy0eifidLwjpat-K-4Vf_qqKus3CGEdHfavlVaJuPdH1DhIxd5-nr8RQBlNqG1ebTKoZ7FtPCSdvl4hX2A=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Stephan was in Holland, Michigan, over the weekend, carving pumpkins for a fall festival. I love this fairy tale ensemble. How many of you know the story? He was surprised that some passersby did not. Most onlookers complimented his work and preferred it to the typical scary Halloween themes.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKxkdwnpnXiujSNbFkJwwsDz9_0ywJw-uVrRsjEULziA8-3WvvrZ-w0HkSI86JHYR3hItiS45NzKSWwlODYxpbeeOdDmynI66KUlUBHIh6TgEGaaTecrKUcZ7FZFv0hzSWEaHYnAblYAkIkS48fSRVXYt9B1WdDbAr1SCiie4HQcu4xFZiAbYVxyT-UA=s917" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="917" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKxkdwnpnXiujSNbFkJwwsDz9_0ywJw-uVrRsjEULziA8-3WvvrZ-w0HkSI86JHYR3hItiS45NzKSWwlODYxpbeeOdDmynI66KUlUBHIh6TgEGaaTecrKUcZ7FZFv0hzSWEaHYnAblYAkIkS48fSRVXYt9B1WdDbAr1SCiie4HQcu4xFZiAbYVxyT-UA=w640-h482" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum . . . <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>During the week the spray foam insulation was installed in Stephan and Karen's new house. They tell me it was fun to watch. Next comes the dry wall.<div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_GVN99IvvA8sQPW0jPwE8QdfhIspr09vY0UZ5Xtklb4LNMi6aX7dnFGO0SOSnY6SllDLsTDdhEeKp2XdxYDRewDBBoP-QSBVjcma9ZSTrqt_8cj905Ob3invGsxktWsBoYJZIn_wOmhE7ptsQgIfOEJHRN2jyTABBN9d21QpqNnnnl6XMXR1NaWK-aw=s1080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_GVN99IvvA8sQPW0jPwE8QdfhIspr09vY0UZ5Xtklb4LNMi6aX7dnFGO0SOSnY6SllDLsTDdhEeKp2XdxYDRewDBBoP-QSBVjcma9ZSTrqt_8cj905Ob3invGsxktWsBoYJZIn_wOmhE7ptsQgIfOEJHRN2jyTABBN9d21QpqNnnnl6XMXR1NaWK-aw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah came Friday evening to spend Taylor Homecoming here. She drove straight from work and looked very professional. She brought and cooked a wonderful meal for us. It is hard to believe that I did not take any pictures that day of such a splendid occasion.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday morning I woke up early enough to go for the Homecoming 5K. Moriah wanted to join me, but had to go to Dollar General when it opened at 8:00 and buy appropriate shoes. The good news was that the race was scheduled for 8:30. The bad news was that they changed the route from in town to the Taylor cross country trail, and she couldn't find it. Nevertheless, she persisted and arrived 10 minutes after the start of the race, ran it backwards to meet me and we wogged (walk/jog) together! Wasn't that sweet!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I saw this dad ahead of me carrying his child but never knew if and when they finished. I was the last one and by that time the party was over, everybody except the organizers had left. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRkxtGYRb3pQfv8LSpXpV6Qco5_Pfn8x3M7KEpD0z-KPV7dwk4_c_7h9bOCRgE5ux1EDW3eOuhJi53eA8wZAPBMbxwHhFVROHDAlKntnuZ_Ds-vVVvaW3hADVBimFznj1PcHrs_L8XXjsTBxl4ttLwGii8h4R-tk1bYQLRHjoSTldmc5P9ui0QWWUcag=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="816" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhRkxtGYRb3pQfv8LSpXpV6Qco5_Pfn8x3M7KEpD0z-KPV7dwk4_c_7h9bOCRgE5ux1EDW3eOuhJi53eA8wZAPBMbxwHhFVROHDAlKntnuZ_Ds-vVVvaW3hADVBimFznj1PcHrs_L8XXjsTBxl4ttLwGii8h4R-tk1bYQLRHjoSTldmc5P9ui0QWWUcag=w340-h400" width="340" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Michael was at Stephan's place in case the dry wall delivery and crew had any questions or needed anything. But, in the evening we were all home again and managed to play Splendor together like old times. I finally remembered to capture the moment.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghGZ3ae3pvqQ5z96UFIpco2fGCAsiAXRyHZtb3uKgHPGkSl3AibPI0c94wsdFzNWR3KUdhSRScutAwkmJ7Iov45aEwXhRYIRzxW86ijVnJI_wGTQXtv9Jp7b56rdoXUa_qf_uo0OvMVD_gF3ZFoEFQmy8aVr7HY0eBW7sG3IpamCbIO3GY26n2LEas_g=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghGZ3ae3pvqQ5z96UFIpco2fGCAsiAXRyHZtb3uKgHPGkSl3AibPI0c94wsdFzNWR3KUdhSRScutAwkmJ7Iov45aEwXhRYIRzxW86ijVnJI_wGTQXtv9Jp7b56rdoXUa_qf_uo0OvMVD_gF3ZFoEFQmy8aVr7HY0eBW7sG3IpamCbIO3GY26n2LEas_g=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We even took a selfie before she left Sunday morning. Ah, but I still regret missing the lovely plated meal and Moriah's professional engineer look.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8c9gHUVLLxTbvVLwEbmZR_0xKV592SXnPkPwtexQjdWr1dKSibJhMcq1cKeB7mQGTQc5FHo98lv5oh1K2HxtC9MIapMcHQ0uQfIp2QKd-4CfFxVQWlbze3pVdN5ce_XrencxbTjcg_CTak8g4TsCAmzQZ8Ziy48nxbM6C-Qkn4R2VBFwuE619C-NwwQ=s765" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="765" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8c9gHUVLLxTbvVLwEbmZR_0xKV592SXnPkPwtexQjdWr1dKSibJhMcq1cKeB7mQGTQc5FHo98lv5oh1K2HxtC9MIapMcHQ0uQfIp2QKd-4CfFxVQWlbze3pVdN5ce_XrencxbTjcg_CTak8g4TsCAmzQZ8Ziy48nxbM6C-Qkn4R2VBFwuE619C-NwwQ=w400-h225" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p></div></div></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-55587716746817916222021-10-06T14:35:00.001-04:002021-10-07T10:23:02.846-04:00Week 40<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbw5PTb-GI0zWSn3FR91My0U8QEkr3oBVAllXqcpTeC1K0fqdEEvtI6xmLk8smUTWHJpn05OPgbhqtuv2tlUBzksXCVIZVXNN4sDxZ-WV1mLf1yL9Wr1XKzRBvWAgDWemsoEQb1fbTcqukeylV6e5xjPlRbasTvSF3KROr0nN7HDS2HMtiDgr3q8UlxA=s1080" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbw5PTb-GI0zWSn3FR91My0U8QEkr3oBVAllXqcpTeC1K0fqdEEvtI6xmLk8smUTWHJpn05OPgbhqtuv2tlUBzksXCVIZVXNN4sDxZ-WV1mLf1yL9Wr1XKzRBvWAgDWemsoEQb1fbTcqukeylV6e5xjPlRbasTvSF3KROr0nN7HDS2HMtiDgr3q8UlxA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Week 40 seemed rather routine, until the exceedingly event<i>full</i> weekend. Not many photos to represent our daily activities.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Much of the time, I was intent on preparing chapter 15 of <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-bible-coach.html">My Argentina </a>and <a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/el-coche-biblico.html"><i>Mi Argentina querida</i></a> for publication on Friday, October 1. It can be tedious work and results are not always perfect. These self-imposed deadlines may be stressful at times, but certainly help me accomplish some life goals.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael's focus was the ongoing installation of the heating system in Stephan and Karen's new house. That too, requires great perseverance--faulty parts to be returned, leaks that need repaired, constant checking, keeping on day after day. And finally, the documentation of the entire floor heating system! What an impressive document Michael is putting together! The end is near!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgREPT8A-NPyKkzmu2_2bfMFcrJeANX6g12Aldjgvf12DCIJCl1KDiYs7ZiJjO_fWnPlmjkiBG8tBp7hOYF7rmjM2RkxxHHVxBXnZq_KZM-LS5h-oHu38U4aw8fPDMPEOofNqgjgEjSFfj1IjczOy41xAb-Ii4JUn5yBjeWWelysvAGxFNM9CNBpXxajw=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgREPT8A-NPyKkzmu2_2bfMFcrJeANX6g12Aldjgvf12DCIJCl1KDiYs7ZiJjO_fWnPlmjkiBG8tBp7hOYF7rmjM2RkxxHHVxBXnZq_KZM-LS5h-oHu38U4aw8fPDMPEOofNqgjgEjSFfj1IjczOy41xAb-Ii4JUn5yBjeWWelysvAGxFNM9CNBpXxajw=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I took Leah to the Cancer Center this week, and after that we happened upon an opportunity for extra provisions for her household: a tailgate distribution of surplus items by Second Harvest. We waited over an hour (or napped) in one of the long lines of cars.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEJuqzg33r_bLI8E6YnSTz88qodsq-uZILlz78xWTD-MKPG_gqOhpkb6SWyB07B02TIu_CZXG0uPFphoWpeS4QZaxiMFaGRPPfJdDO8KJlWZtXN2-BlP1Rzo02vZcWk-j1VbW_gh7xID4HT7JS1Fh8QTYSft8Ohp9D04Tlm_aev3dofw07WUKvrhkHRg=s654" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="654" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjEJuqzg33r_bLI8E6YnSTz88qodsq-uZILlz78xWTD-MKPG_gqOhpkb6SWyB07B02TIu_CZXG0uPFphoWpeS4QZaxiMFaGRPPfJdDO8KJlWZtXN2-BlP1Rzo02vZcWk-j1VbW_gh7xID4HT7JS1Fh8QTYSft8Ohp9D04Tlm_aev3dofw07WUKvrhkHRg=w640-h346" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Among the items loaded in our car, were a great quantity of these cute little pumpkins. I microwaved a couple, scooped out the seeds and mashed the rest with butter and brown sugar. Delish! I imagine we'll have fun painting many of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiclJTN7gi-psFs2aM-5--ycMzBFK-SRosR_W2sO-9YNZ8mLe0D5NgPzrAKgX6mhSGfYOSxWYgnme-k4KkgwAOjUmQBV-V5-91u01rL6yNVaZwBkg2jKLQx4fhG5wKzu7I5DqLC_qAW4baq0pvACrkMJTW6gLuGfeqHTT-Hjok3vp-lcuKNN6LIH8MEVw=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="795" data-original-width="960" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiclJTN7gi-psFs2aM-5--ycMzBFK-SRosR_W2sO-9YNZ8mLe0D5NgPzrAKgX6mhSGfYOSxWYgnme-k4KkgwAOjUmQBV-V5-91u01rL6yNVaZwBkg2jKLQx4fhG5wKzu7I5DqLC_qAW4baq0pvACrkMJTW6gLuGfeqHTT-Hjok3vp-lcuKNN6LIH8MEVw=w200-h166" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was fascinated by the bouquet at our table at The Bridge Cafe and learned about these blooms using my SEEK app. But more importantly, I enjoyed conversation with my friend Petey. I am so grateful for our friendship.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipAD5M11CU7dQEi2WLZNbkCYByC5gt8thB8wmQqo45CxaP8q-jNAnRSFHAtIOnVPxing0MiIXnecTvgsALvczSCGzOIjipURA0PJlSvhqa8eYKspvi9v0lCGa8zIjI5gOsFSlAF_qOYnP5qydDSdHThZn2ayF0mM-0-0PQfJgrhTxMieHL0uQkJ9tD3A=s1396" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1396" data-original-width="1284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipAD5M11CU7dQEi2WLZNbkCYByC5gt8thB8wmQqo45CxaP8q-jNAnRSFHAtIOnVPxing0MiIXnecTvgsALvczSCGzOIjipURA0PJlSvhqa8eYKspvi9v0lCGa8zIjI5gOsFSlAF_qOYnP5qydDSdHThZn2ayF0mM-0-0PQfJgrhTxMieHL0uQkJ9tD3A=s320" width="294" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening, I got to see Rebecca! It was the first meeting of Basics. Since she moved up from Basics Jr., I did too. It was fun being a volunteer, an errand person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMKnMS6xNLPtzoF9SXq7a2_eiR1zzQHvM8bqEktAewwlTRmWY6xvZujmsjBdDf8uECyM3GJMQJAg4D_dh-hhbf_Rs-NUJnMn543swmLKjhZUASHbYJiL1H2J-_rFipxmCYeXSRcOuCVidI1DslejI_RbVTZnj8w9UMj62QyHxXtoBaQKFea2IyPHq3w=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="656" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPMKnMS6xNLPtzoF9SXq7a2_eiR1zzQHvM8bqEktAewwlTRmWY6xvZujmsjBdDf8uECyM3GJMQJAg4D_dh-hhbf_Rs-NUJnMn543swmLKjhZUASHbYJiL1H2J-_rFipxmCYeXSRcOuCVidI1DslejI_RbVTZnj8w9UMj62QyHxXtoBaQKFea2IyPHq3w=s320" width="219" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYW2MhVmOnkwyanQejk72_i5qzmU6k2eLkjed9GqE6mEIznZ5TY21XRzs11mIIBJsqRvcrOLWAQ75TQEOhM5AQaHw6DOOlnGZGMOgFxh7FfSCQ1R24t74aBx89Al42qEUP2of5vdp0OGnKllmwbleXl9OJNqtzMDQ4NHVBOsLiguFkW5K8y8sdAoWA4Q=s1298" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1298" height="158" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjYW2MhVmOnkwyanQejk72_i5qzmU6k2eLkjed9GqE6mEIznZ5TY21XRzs11mIIBJsqRvcrOLWAQ75TQEOhM5AQaHw6DOOlnGZGMOgFxh7FfSCQ1R24t74aBx89Al42qEUP2of5vdp0OGnKllmwbleXl9OJNqtzMDQ4NHVBOsLiguFkW5K8y8sdAoWA4Q=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now let me list the many events of the weekend:<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Friday, Michael and a dozen or more guys camped overnight on Stephan and Karen's property in the back open area close to the woods (and the outhouse!). They tented, cooked, played ball, some swam in the pool, and then gathered around the fire ring and shared man stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael prepared, brought and served a large breakfast the next day.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Saturday afternoon, we drove to Winona Lake for one of the Grace Homecoming events, an alumni dinner. The sixth president, Dr. Katip, now in his last year, shared many interesting stories of his journey with Grace schools.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixaIX3TyJbqYfPfN0HSiOqyUcV8Ew0mf1mBV6O-LvHJJw9FxHrbHDgoYHthi4A-Oahyu_jF16FbXjvhNiVYKkC5UMejYEeyDi9u5x6lhzOVrkDqqjKvCHuCGIoqWhuG2_xGeI0Ga2Om1n1Zq94pdSciMVDXr4_FGnbXpWzjeSDUt14ggldE9elFgerbQ=s903" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="620" data-original-width="903" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEixaIX3TyJbqYfPfN0HSiOqyUcV8Ew0mf1mBV6O-LvHJJw9FxHrbHDgoYHthi4A-Oahyu_jF16FbXjvhNiVYKkC5UMejYEeyDi9u5x6lhzOVrkDqqjKvCHuCGIoqWhuG2_xGeI0Ga2Om1n1Zq94pdSciMVDXr4_FGnbXpWzjeSDUt14ggldE9elFgerbQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We will never forget the time Bill and his wife Debbie stopped to visit and pray with our family at the hospital after Malachi's serious accident. Even more meaningful is the fact that they were on their way back from a memorial for their eight-year-old grandson who died in a fire.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--We spent that night at my brother Alan's and got to visit and catch up with him and his wife Raquel and their two foster children.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5eV8eaYELj-HhTEFmVvKYLz7S9Lb-6WjKmjQ0fg_iukawrHbGBUKAWh0yVMx7UX02drOoCEARngWGFaNFu8FtH0yxtNeNH8SFbN_LHQM3_rlxkV-CprCKxm2yi6acJAIWwPJD_l5vDev_IwdFZYR4-KQOOl2-mvP2aJzlT2mKHgQQu5kJQABZF75-fw=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5eV8eaYELj-HhTEFmVvKYLz7S9Lb-6WjKmjQ0fg_iukawrHbGBUKAWh0yVMx7UX02drOoCEARngWGFaNFu8FtH0yxtNeNH8SFbN_LHQM3_rlxkV-CprCKxm2yi6acJAIWwPJD_l5vDev_IwdFZYR4-KQOOl2-mvP2aJzlT2mKHgQQu5kJQABZF75-fw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">--Sunday morning we were so blessed to go to church with Malachi and Lexi (they live next door to Alans) and then spend time with them afterwards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggTOfI_7AmCRN7Rh1YdRyVMCwKVOclIZL6n_VsFeL-ZXJiRSdEjrJv8VPCAxN3fJG7_FBg9YQYvuNTVW-DeDEh9fZXJc67TlLQ3HJwt5rUkpaABHAcpZDMHY_O9GalZzNt_TjasuONZqnaajJS5ymuP0QNm3uh00Phi3u_BW_jKyMZaiXoUibuw9mYQQ=s960" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEggTOfI_7AmCRN7Rh1YdRyVMCwKVOclIZL6n_VsFeL-ZXJiRSdEjrJv8VPCAxN3fJG7_FBg9YQYvuNTVW-DeDEh9fZXJc67TlLQ3HJwt5rUkpaABHAcpZDMHY_O9GalZzNt_TjasuONZqnaajJS5ymuP0QNm3uh00Phi3u_BW_jKyMZaiXoUibuw9mYQQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's more to the event<b style="font-style: italic;">full </b><span>weekend, </span>but I think I'll save that for the next post.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The promise of Deuteronomy 33:25 proved true again!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">"</span><span style="background-color: white; color: red; text-align: justify;"><b>As your <i>days</i> — so shall your <i>strength </i>be!</b></span><span style="background-color: white; text-align: justify;">" Deuteronomy 33:25</span></div><p></p><br />riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-75348822865329106262021-09-29T16:42:00.000-04:002021-09-29T16:42:38.175-04:00Autumn Fun<p style="text-align: center;"> We are enjoying the beauty and bounty of Autumn. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6tt-TthqC2SynLJi_kS0c1_INm6XisQxaWoLKEsTyqJKZylrQXKsvVAsJPIRJuoP4Dqh6hyApvRrqCMydsgmomnZ5fRxdSBpHBZXTBIR3Yx72CffhCwM03LJzHB0UmQInSAHtTDhBj4RHosqDyp36XznG5rcJdv1eEthfyCRsyn74AZ3iLUhx_zqpGQ=s1080" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj6tt-TthqC2SynLJi_kS0c1_INm6XisQxaWoLKEsTyqJKZylrQXKsvVAsJPIRJuoP4Dqh6hyApvRrqCMydsgmomnZ5fRxdSBpHBZXTBIR3Yx72CffhCwM03LJzHB0UmQInSAHtTDhBj4RHosqDyp36XznG5rcJdv1eEthfyCRsyn74AZ3iLUhx_zqpGQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Tennessee Sunday bouquet</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No photos to show for Monday, nor much productivity to speak up. I was so absorbed in a John Grisham audiobook, <i>A Time For Mercy</i>, that little else blogworthy was accomplished. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, at a board meeting that evening, I was invited to pick apples at a friend's place on our road. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Jane and I decided to go there on our walk and relieve the apple tree of some of its heavy burden. Ever since, I have been trying out different apple recipes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitUl_31uV1roGxlzn82neyoarTanXe7nEkdAEYRrLM8OJU7eYdH4J2dpql1uOZWogt4NNlLKSpKD500pDbLduDXzWdIymerJELhAIof-rAaVOuajcleCufd48KejWOxgWEt7E12fbwBgY7iudOOzPOG1mOdJwnWILKmxvx4vE7RRW35ux6SGzFj04W6w=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitUl_31uV1roGxlzn82neyoarTanXe7nEkdAEYRrLM8OJU7eYdH4J2dpql1uOZWogt4NNlLKSpKD500pDbLduDXzWdIymerJELhAIof-rAaVOuajcleCufd48KejWOxgWEt7E12fbwBgY7iudOOzPOG1mOdJwnWILKmxvx4vE7RRW35ux6SGzFj04W6w=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kayla, who works at the local public library, started a weekly Wiggles and Giggles class for little ones from 1 to 5 years old. I happened to be nearby so caught a glimpse of the fun activities she has them do. I could've benefited from joining in, but was a little embarrassed to do so at my age. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FHLQzIVQiVrZe2v8Rt2_klkHilLRs7CCt09jUJ_f6L8O9Xfc5eCI-MDbX4GCG5at6MeCPxZQVXRsYGdbWHXG0G1djTXHBYJT5hZiGeN5DJ7yTuWAgLCeZjxTEnhcbMb1e8vruYQNPz5zjeSGfnjP-RpY6lKlgO6rG1avg6PYJrpi7pn3PjXiOW4aIw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1141" data-original-width="2048" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8FHLQzIVQiVrZe2v8Rt2_klkHilLRs7CCt09jUJ_f6L8O9Xfc5eCI-MDbX4GCG5at6MeCPxZQVXRsYGdbWHXG0G1djTXHBYJT5hZiGeN5DJ7yTuWAgLCeZjxTEnhcbMb1e8vruYQNPz5zjeSGfnjP-RpY6lKlgO6rG1avg6PYJrpi7pn3PjXiOW4aIw=w640-h357" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael continued work on heating installations of Stephan's new house for most of the week. But Friday we took off on an overnight backpacking trip with friends from long ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We took the Salamonie Bloodroot Trail. The weather was perfect. The exquisite beauty of paths lined with goldenrod and other autumn blooms blessed my soul.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkdxgnwJ5wtvkBUugD-HAf6TbKEQhPid9sB2KLn0MQIH4OPbBZP3qVnxld2mjh7qlVfj6u0ZfUP7Qgu-AYT-8HTBEv0dfAYKKwNoDnku_QSZ6Rq64tgm62BfLDfdchhWfiqWUA6Gxe7SzhSLsdHmjsZBMa1RnqsrQvY1YJmEEeebWv31sFtR5IdkmQ3g=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1833" data-original-width="2048" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkdxgnwJ5wtvkBUugD-HAf6TbKEQhPid9sB2KLn0MQIH4OPbBZP3qVnxld2mjh7qlVfj6u0ZfUP7Qgu-AYT-8HTBEv0dfAYKKwNoDnku_QSZ6Rq64tgm62BfLDfdchhWfiqWUA6Gxe7SzhSLsdHmjsZBMa1RnqsrQvY1YJmEEeebWv31sFtR5IdkmQ3g=w640-h572" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRAMZFzuZAta2k1tqhY-2FOyNXDen7DXOgHLG5yodfFtikkY1cnjptapujlpLjuhKvJSSzSWSI6nkEI0jd2I0Mc5dpLvwTgmrPTMCSWRUUEbLN3tbPmvronv1Sn-lcghMJ30ScGjAXfR8Dvv4zOJwCxPis_hu4_stpH7cHpxOrM-RDlJHY6-Ysg259Tg=s2654" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1185" data-original-width="2654" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjRAMZFzuZAta2k1tqhY-2FOyNXDen7DXOgHLG5yodfFtikkY1cnjptapujlpLjuhKvJSSzSWSI6nkEI0jd2I0Mc5dpLvwTgmrPTMCSWRUUEbLN3tbPmvronv1Sn-lcghMJ30ScGjAXfR8Dvv4zOJwCxPis_hu4_stpH7cHpxOrM-RDlJHY6-Ysg259Tg=w640-h286" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Resting and settling in at #2 primtive campsite with Bill and Jane Hemmick.<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGvnopKEgoqjXwUPx3jtP5bsuaJW8o0oV87JxOH2-mVpxqZmDaKXfjHU4kGEbAUjCn0WNoUMMFdzmyhEaHRqr2Q-Okw04P61tsXcTqJm9ZYPpSzomKeGwxy1-gGeFA5xrSt0ueKG5NDMIie38Dr1di3hHJa_8tMYkyFRkmM51kMsnHJVkl3gFyTqtqg=s2463" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2463" data-original-width="955" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwGvnopKEgoqjXwUPx3jtP5bsuaJW8o0oV87JxOH2-mVpxqZmDaKXfjHU4kGEbAUjCn0WNoUMMFdzmyhEaHRqr2Q-Okw04P61tsXcTqJm9ZYPpSzomKeGwxy1-gGeFA5xrSt0ueKG5NDMIie38Dr1di3hHJa_8tMYkyFRkmM51kMsnHJVkl3gFyTqtqg=w248-h640" width="248" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We ate, hiked another two miles without backpacks to explore the area, built a fire, played games, watched the moon come up, and talked non-stop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI1DKUVU-t0GGE7c8XJEeIITJ0coMzXjFBkFbcSjYCOscfkxpIkuEa7rqhINOvJh4zlKJ0H8THvhHeKkuOqtSbPv_CrPK9RQ4Ay783LedBOvnz2HEDN5nAZEqAhrqXhCoLROt1yS6JKWC0YmE63DgnijaPOR9G51ICi_MxCaJEuLfu7A8WesLNWj6Hgg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1482" data-original-width="2048" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjI1DKUVU-t0GGE7c8XJEeIITJ0coMzXjFBkFbcSjYCOscfkxpIkuEa7rqhINOvJh4zlKJ0H8THvhHeKkuOqtSbPv_CrPK9RQ4Ay783LedBOvnz2HEDN5nAZEqAhrqXhCoLROt1yS6JKWC0YmE63DgnijaPOR9G51ICi_MxCaJEuLfu7A8WesLNWj6Hgg=w640-h464" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On our way back out the next day we tried a couple different paths, and encountered some formidable obstacles. This huge vine-covered tree must have fallen not long before. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOwFWfFvk0zXeAt6SL3sA-HdHkjK_l48yaXfWsxc09Gek_qL5fOK4GyAUR87oozNwtjqxcCdpsOMTPKiDARUrf-AIlfcLKIr4Eh0iWWUJxM8PZUec3s_c8QfVx01HQC67_FG5ETRxaT4BPJx_NLc5dZ3GEAukRuyJz1NsN2ppC5-lCKr3GYxhLpympyg=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1814" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOwFWfFvk0zXeAt6SL3sA-HdHkjK_l48yaXfWsxc09Gek_qL5fOK4GyAUR87oozNwtjqxcCdpsOMTPKiDARUrf-AIlfcLKIr4Eh0iWWUJxM8PZUec3s_c8QfVx01HQC67_FG5ETRxaT4BPJx_NLc5dZ3GEAukRuyJz1NsN2ppC5-lCKr3GYxhLpympyg=w566-h640" width="566" /></a></div>Some people look like movie stars even the second day. I, on the other hand, was hesitant to walk into a restaurant on our way back to civilization.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyh6szx-fvLqoQpilr2Wjx3OwB5Kh80ZBFiOT428s0gEAsmaSefM05XiSg6VQi8oPIjMdfzqsGGkIHeUz562y33V1Uk-accZgW40NDi-t6YSkHWhxzdGgTOKHq3dMKkkym9e1QuTDlPnaF8VWuHxb6sZUZ82piwV7J3mftZ2k1A6W3w8XylLiW-kYZw=s2048" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1487" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXyh6szx-fvLqoQpilr2Wjx3OwB5Kh80ZBFiOT428s0gEAsmaSefM05XiSg6VQi8oPIjMdfzqsGGkIHeUz562y33V1Uk-accZgW40NDi-t6YSkHWhxzdGgTOKHq3dMKkkym9e1QuTDlPnaF8VWuHxb6sZUZ82piwV7J3mftZ2k1A6W3w8XylLiW-kYZw=w400-h290" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Hunger and tiredness prevailed, however, and we went to Nick's Kitchen (on the right) in Huntington.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiX0e3WZCkSH8EIA_oYTT1nPnwBoQjZgxnDEoSZKC_0FQQR9muZ6l7xYJdxKTRbKaNLwJ793IYcUhcxwrgcRK-RQu7Lork0eUj_Go5hH61FzWD25tNzkbgrMDgUjaQaESIsb06GL2Bf3dm4aXXdlhCpqYl5Zy-402SYHP92Tgka9TPrcBfZl4_ZzDiGA=s960" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiX0e3WZCkSH8EIA_oYTT1nPnwBoQjZgxnDEoSZKC_0FQQR9muZ6l7xYJdxKTRbKaNLwJ793IYcUhcxwrgcRK-RQu7Lork0eUj_Go5hH61FzWD25tNzkbgrMDgUjaQaESIsb06GL2Bf3dm4aXXdlhCpqYl5Zy-402SYHP92Tgka9TPrcBfZl4_ZzDiGA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I was reminded that my father pastored a church in this town some 78 years ago while a student at Grace Seminary. Hmmm. . . wish I could learn more about that time and place. I do remember Mother saying that a table and chairs we inherited from them were given to them by my Hirschy grandparents while they lived in Huntington.<p></p></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-45269636554650679782021-09-22T15:31:00.002-04:002021-09-22T22:14:59.993-04:00Last week of summer.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These beautiful blooms planted in July were nearly buried in weeds. </div><br /><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC-fJLYfzw/YUoE9DTOEFI/AAAAAAAAb_c/1ZR_iJEtGDYUJ-9kRARAlvTnNdYgNZnuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241475703_10101265445430626_6279590453078453842_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC-fJLYfzw/YUoE9DTOEFI/AAAAAAAAb_c/1ZR_iJEtGDYUJ-9kRARAlvTnNdYgNZnuQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241475703_10101265445430626_6279590453078453842_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The lovely Blakely girls, our favorite landscaping crew, weeded and mulched the flower garden by Leah's house last week. Just received pics this week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SED7pSRAZx8/YUpIucxUWYI/AAAAAAAAb_o/f11S7cIOafY_fLi0SdY5t_7J1lmRJ9izwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1421/flower%2Bgarden%2Bmulched.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1421" height="338" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SED7pSRAZx8/YUpIucxUWYI/AAAAAAAAb_o/f11S7cIOafY_fLi0SdY5t_7J1lmRJ9izwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h338/flower%2Bgarden%2Bmulched.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I finally picked up last week's paper that had my article.</div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE5ow849Pj0/YUpJLowChPI/AAAAAAAAb_4/oTGOUk0MkuQNEYgB6OVPYRUJl8UVSlFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s916/242621986_10101269618088586_415548722423228677_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="916" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QE5ow849Pj0/YUpJLowChPI/AAAAAAAAb_4/oTGOUk0MkuQNEYgB6OVPYRUJl8UVSlFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w336-h640/242621986_10101269618088586_415548722423228677_n.jpg" width="336" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X_Hhr_sm9zU/YUp5rLm1BNI/AAAAAAAAcA4/hgw04h5HKQ4I2RAwqdhW8IzBr2uSn2GZACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a>Jane and I enjoyed our Tuesday morning walk. We explored areas of the Taylor U campus that we had not seen before.<br /><br /><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-X_Hhr_sm9zU/YUp5rLm1BNI/AAAAAAAAcA4/hgw04h5HKQ4I2RAwqdhW8IzBr2uSn2GZACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WSWCExJUB60/YUp5zcOcSyI/AAAAAAAAcA8/uMdrBn2oRHAGLR46qvdJxNN4xljeSf31ACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-WSWCExJUB60/YUp5zcOcSyI/AAAAAAAAcA8/uMdrBn2oRHAGLR46qvdJxNN4xljeSf31ACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael put in long hours at Stephan's every day, and stops at Menard's once or twice a day for more parts. He is working on the radiant heat control panel at this time. Father and son are focused on the inner workings of the house (heating and plumbing), not pretty or showy, but oh so important!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For more about the ongoing progress on the house, see Karen's weekly <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">blog</a> updates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udeNJhbzKk8/YUtEAYObhfI/AAAAAAAAcBI/gifS-K35x5Eunku7K1DoCkmm1M0wAs6BQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01780.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="266" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udeNJhbzKk8/YUtEAYObhfI/AAAAAAAAcBI/gifS-K35x5Eunku7K1DoCkmm1M0wAs6BQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h266/dsc01780.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My work is to write. In March I began posting two chapters each month--the 1st and 15th are my self-imposed deadlines. Wednesday was the scheduled publication of <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/09/births-and-beginnings.html">chapter 14</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The task has become more demanding as I ran out of pre-written chapters, and now my primary source, my parents' letters, has dried up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to give time each day to the process of furthering the story of my early childhood in Argentina. </div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Determine scope, content and theme of the chapter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. Research the sources, historical context, relevant photos and theme-appropriate Scripture.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. Compose the narrative, edit and revise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. Schedule to publish on <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. Send English version to friend in Argentina for translation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">6. Edit, discuss and come to an agreement on any changes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">7. Post and schedule publication on <a href="https://loshoytenargentina.blogspot.com/">Mi Argentina querida</a>.</div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, at the beginning of the week I was working on steps 6 & 7 for chapter 14. And then began immediately on chapter 15.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later in the day come the chores--cooking, cleaning, etc. In the evenings when we finally are together, we sit in our favorite recliners, watch Jeopardy and some other show. That's when I knit a few more rows of whatever project is on hand. Eventually, stitch by stitch, there is a finished product. I truly enjoy making something useful out of scraps. This came from a massive pile of tangled yarn I found at the Helping Hand store. Not sure where it will go now. Perhaps to a program that helps out children in foster care.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e23yUr7FNTA/YUpJWTqa3zI/AAAAAAAAb_8/uXIvGpnb5WowoIlZcGdOIHOzR_ii3VTZACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/242673848_10101269618108546_1410077559245972826_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="960" height="235" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e23yUr7FNTA/YUpJWTqa3zI/AAAAAAAAb_8/uXIvGpnb5WowoIlZcGdOIHOzR_ii3VTZACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242673848_10101269618108546_1410077559245972826_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see what's wrong with this outfit?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday was Kristie's birthday. A couple days later we were privileged to visit them in their new house and see two of Sam's pendulum paintings. Wow! He is quite the artist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPQScBoy5fw/YUpKzho0njI/AAAAAAAAcAM/ol-UL3R-NCc_selCsiTvB450IwybFTItgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1539/BD%2Bart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="1539" height="360" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPQScBoy5fw/YUpKzho0njI/AAAAAAAAcAM/ol-UL3R-NCc_selCsiTvB450IwybFTItgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h360/BD%2Bart.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday was an adventure-filled day. Michael was going to go bicycling alone. I suggested we go hiking together. I was thinking of the cross-country trail. In an effort to make the adventure comparable to his usual 80 to 100 mile bike rides, he planned a route through our woods, across the road to another woods, to the cross-country trail, then the road to another trail and walk home. I asked how long that would take. What he hadn't counted on was that over the summer the paths he knew were all overgrown. He was leading me into the jungle! When we came out on the first road, we just walked home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTUJWTN7j4/YUpLCmXZlTI/AAAAAAAAcAU/OYeCaBYMZuQT_1AqvnNWtt39zXIZidVaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1421/jungle%2Bhike.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1421" height="541" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTUJWTN7j4/YUpLCmXZlTI/AAAAAAAAcAU/OYeCaBYMZuQT_1AqvnNWtt39zXIZidVaACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h541/jungle%2Bhike.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Early afternoon, we had some delightful little visitors. Kalani is fascinated by the wooden duck decoys.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9NbKjG3J_M/YUpLcxBosrI/AAAAAAAAcAk/sLzFpCgMRNoETp1Qlr2Xk_Z4iQoUKi4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1581/gt%2Bgrands.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="867" data-original-width="1581" height="219" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9NbKjG3J_M/YUpLcxBosrI/AAAAAAAAcAk/sLzFpCgMRNoETp1Qlr2Xk_Z4iQoUKi4wQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h219/gt%2Bgrands.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Three grandboys arrived soon after to spend the night. We enjoyed an afternoon of games and fun. <div><br /></div><div>They stayed back that evening when we went to the wedding of Stephan and Karen's neighbor, Jasmine. For years now she has been a regular at Monday Night Dinner, so we've all become good friends.</div><div>The ceremony took place in the front field of Stephan's property. </div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdeX0__h6go/YUpLXGR4StI/AAAAAAAAcAg/2F8qJX9sk14yLBJZcc_IFHaOVF5v5ATNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1680/Jas%2Bn%2BChris.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1680" height="458" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdeX0__h6go/YUpLXGR4StI/AAAAAAAAcAg/2F8qJX9sk14yLBJZcc_IFHaOVF5v5ATNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h458/Jas%2Bn%2BChris.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wedding arch; the couple; Boomer, the ring-bearing dog </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We sat next to this lovely lady with the golden hair. The sun shone so bright. Karen's hair glistened like gold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ComzIqCEFB4/YUpLow2RpII/AAAAAAAAcAs/yQkeP5HDp84dUCZzl4EQs8TQvfexAuNPACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/242529526_10101269618881996_433738442654460284_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ComzIqCEFB4/YUpLow2RpII/AAAAAAAAcAs/yQkeP5HDp84dUCZzl4EQs8TQvfexAuNPACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242529526_10101269618881996_433738442654460284_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a fun evening. And when we got home, the boys were still alive and awake. Elijah had prepared a tasty egg dish. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday afternoon, we took the boys home and toured the new house. It was wonderful to spend the afternoon catching up with one another.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrWRkF2IsoY/YUt2lTkHsvI/AAAAAAAAcBQ/OuvVMBooRw0iCmOX0pQK0dvvvDf6Z09TQCLcBGAsYHQ/s587/Sam%2Bhouse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="492" data-original-width="587" height="335" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JrWRkF2IsoY/YUt2lTkHsvI/AAAAAAAAcBQ/OuvVMBooRw0iCmOX0pQK0dvvvDf6Z09TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h335/Sam%2Bhouse.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The boys brought out the new musical instrument in the family, Zion's trombone. My Dad would've loved this scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb3fazaQUEU/YUt-X-naw2I/AAAAAAAAcBY/_qWhlcMH27o4xzZB2fkOwWVJnkUnk4lUgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1900/trombone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1900" data-original-width="1581" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb3fazaQUEU/YUt-X-naw2I/AAAAAAAAcBY/_qWhlcMH27o4xzZB2fkOwWVJnkUnk4lUgCLcBGAsYHQ/w333-h400/trombone.jpg" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-61232369219037195342021-09-14T20:32:00.005-04:002021-09-16T19:16:46.963-04:00Festivals<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Beauty is all around, changing with the seasons. Here again, a delightful bouquet from Tennessee.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4Q70x39eps/YT_5g2GqKOI/AAAAAAAAb80/evMVZk07LYUxDY5wtLlk6RdbqYERENlNwCLcBGAsYHQ/w150-h200/Bouquet%2B9-5-21.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our weekend was all about the Upland festival--yard sales, food vendors, Saturday rib fest, Sunday chicken noodle dinner, ice cream socials, fire works, a 5k race, and culminating with the Labor Day parade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I debated long, should I participate in the 5k this year or is it time to give it up. Michael's example of bicycling 80 - 100 miles per week, encouraged me to keep on keeping on as long as physically possible. So, Monday morning I set out early for the annual race. The sunrise was beautiful and the weather perfect. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtFodNais8A/YT_5sN1zXZI/AAAAAAAAb84/nkCIucTwd_IF3z1BoufQPSssFkeS0ra1ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241178364_10101265444612266_748336194474422916_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Alternating between a run and a walk, I managed to finish in 46'09" and earned a third place medal. However, it was not quite fair in that everyone else was competing with their five-year age range, and I was up against those thirteen years younger in the 65 and above category.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fwOpr7AlZsY/YT_5zT2lRRI/AAAAAAAAb9A/MqJ9KegmAPM2oPBsCFxWcQR2KjoBV_V-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241513113_10101265446034416_7696305510160927989_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nevertheless, to push one's self, put one foot in front of the other and hang in there to the end, is a worthwhile experience to empathize with those who go through difficult life circumstances every day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I was thinking especially of our daughter, who couldn't be there to watch the parade with us like every other year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1348" data-original-width="2048" height="264" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn76t3pRnbU/YT_6I2yanMI/AAAAAAAAb9M/627uDz1YJTUkH-W3k8fTXcHI85X0YFk9wCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h264/241629069_10101265445290906_7422510095958761287_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My favorite parade entry was that of our church, led by a couple of our pastors. I especially liked the theme: "God is wild about you." One of the hardest concepts to grasp and appropriate is how much God loves us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1644/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1644" height="468" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8lxGbawRMM/YT_9zvA8n3I/AAAAAAAAb9s/5vJ0xMLwkZUXIkNHMRjedliacOAB7bdmQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h468/UCC%2Bfloat.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, Michael and I walked the trail and were greeted by this beautiful lighted path. I was reminded of a phrase I often hear on the <a href="https://dailyaudiobible.com/">Daily Audio Bible</a> podcast when Brian Hardin welcomes a brand new <i>sparkly, shiny</i> day or week.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1Q8FdN5l4s/YT_6enb0ItI/AAAAAAAAb9U/0TIpFVhEM7oKHLu1QOLLEzJ7XKcui1fUwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241274578_10101265445984516_5531502641990242086_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesdays, whenever my friend Petey is in town, we meet for coffee and delightful conversation. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="150" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h5utm91u2ew/YUDpZuKO4sI/AAAAAAAAb98/Sfq8jiLR02sGtNdV3J5LpDINOk939zsAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h150/241975071_10101267583670576_5606887816850657143_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><p>That was the day Michael fell off a small ladder, flat on his back and hit his head, but thankfully had no broken bones nor a concussion. He continues to work almost daily at Stephan's, almost done with the electrical and now mostly on the heating system. The job also requires multiple trips to Menards where he's become a favored customer!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Matthew's Covered Bridge festival September 10-12, was a good time to promote the robotics club, a few parents, students and mentors took turns there selling some items, showing off one of the robots, and talking to passersby about the program. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6TPS4Y9BzBk/YUDp44T7VXI/AAAAAAAAb-I/3r5N65iuVnATO4vASv4mGCciqkFo5uyFQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242023928_10101267584284346_6937714893785042237_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile on the mural side of the building there was a tent set up to meet the artist and accept donations to cover the remaining expenses incurred.</div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0RqwkvPrI/YUDp49hIwWI/AAAAAAAAb-M/PuE74IZB5QcbtPsaEyrH7lm8GDHnCye7gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242055636_10101267583825266_1959061919302736756_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abby Braswell, the artist and designer</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/s920/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P3uBtyp6Bwk/YUDp5dMaWYI/AAAAAAAAb-Q/AfKF3zUL_CMmmJmVkSEamW8ig26XXQhiACLcBGAsYHQ/w250-h320/242087306_10101267584249416_8972363023643218285_n.jpg" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sign explaining the mural</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/s1936/Mural.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="238" data-original-width="1936" height="78" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3dWakMZJB4M/YUDxtycBIeI/AAAAAAAAb-k/bN_LyEvhucsgJinLeugsDgnzj6DrjiVbACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h78/Mural.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1912/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="242" data-original-width="1912" height="82" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emAZK0MswMU/YUEAftUVvTI/AAAAAAAAb-0/7BJv8Nq56LEqYB0ur-Pj74K2VHW3MFN9gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h82/mural%2Bhandout.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few pieces of Abby's ceramic art were also displayed there in the tent. These were unique pieces she made for a couple of college courses incorporating Greek mythology and pottery styles of the day. Can you guess which zodiac sign each represents?</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="2048" height="139" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAl4a0Gyeqs/YUDp46jI5oI/AAAAAAAAb-E/vgrAj5CwDr41KynTKZ9NRAoXCfi2Jmu7ACLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h139/242046690_10101267583745426_8285889615895673897_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday, 9/11, yet another festival! I took Diane to Swayzee Days for her 68th birthday. My new friend, <a href="https://www.mrskate.com/?fbclid=IwAR0kgFTrYKc5qLeEeXw2o9Sb2mBIaJpspRiDfAQtuotssF7Dn85HKFzSt-0">Kate Carpenter</a>--folksinger, songwriter, storyteller--had three gigs scheduled throughout the day. We got to participate in her lively interactive 2:00 o'clock session with these kids pictured here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-54JNBTwGbW4/YUDuD8S0qZI/AAAAAAAAb-c/9MdgqCBrZ-ob43dZQ9DVX3iiH7ckPhNDgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/b80b36b7-21b3-67e0-1c19-bb387ec74c96.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the evening Michael took me to the Covered Bridge Festival. We met a lot a friends and acquaintances amidst the crowds, and had fun visiting with vendors, viewed very much merchandise we could live without.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Only one photo: a sample of pour art, which a good friend had tried to teach me.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1926/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="486" data-original-width="1926" height="81" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hgNmKO5BIio/YUDzODxAlMI/AAAAAAAAb-s/ckDdhpQwPRUAB35fHHLCbeTDf2WG-eLhwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/242094024_10101267584324266_6485580518334356457_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Michael got his 100 miles in for the week! The group had an early morning start on the <a href="https://www.visitwabashcounty.com/dam-to-dam/">Dam to Dam</a> event.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s800/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imBsgoFrZZU/YUE8zSNxu0I/AAAAAAAAb-8/tCXUMj2fOs80Q-LQG36a0VaTYS_ipk8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/242163843_10101267817956066_3805276640388818373_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did you enjoy any small-town festivals this summer?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-87930627581608399642021-09-08T10:52:00.006-04:002021-09-08T10:52:54.424-04:00Visits and visitors<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin's end-of-August bouquet includes her last gladioli standing proudly for all to enjoy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C03pQQ2tSwI/YTe8HsWEfGI/AAAAAAAAb5s/m-FAGJY-XjQ42gPfWIN7HfGGk5XVpnV6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-29-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As August was coming to an end, we noticed weather changes, relief from stifling heat. But, I don't know if I'm ready for summer to end.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Twice at church, and again during Monday Night Dinner, we enjoyed many stories of God at work in Honduras. Wes and Cindy Williamson lived and worked there for many years. Their four children grew up in Honduras, and are now finding their place as adults in the US.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Interestingly, when Wes was a 17-year-old freshman at Taylor University, he worked with the church youth group and was one of Stephan's leaders. That's where he met the girls' leader, Cindy!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1488" data-original-width="2048" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp3YdtgJ8Qk/YTe8WJim6LI/AAAAAAAAb5w/9eRPef9QXH4K6KepYbS16rv_qVOvpoWBQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h291/241629054_10101265443903686_7346469179912092438_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday was the eagerly awaited overnight visit from Kendra, passing through on her long trip to California to participate in Taylor University's Los Angeles Internship Program for outstanding film and media students.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Moriah, who works from 6 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., was able to join us for dinner. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Both seen here with strawberry pie instead of our customary shortcake dessert.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1677" data-original-width="2048" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pdpxvKRJ80o/YTe8i--95nI/AAAAAAAAb54/NaOphE70ycsOfd8JSuehPy6-zCAKbmypwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h262/241634151_10101265443968556_925167199936546172_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, bright and early, we said goodbye to Kendra for her days-long trek across the US, Road Atlas in hand. Later that day, a good friend joined her for the rest of the road trip.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1249" data-original-width="1557" height="257" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g1Ea5-eNZ8Q/YTe9rAjxc3I/AAAAAAAAb6E/BmK4a1LaeDwPtBRcRALuC9nr7YO2uNLfwCLcBGAsYHQ/w320-h257/241482208_10101265444018456_8931776704416793716_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday afternoon we visited Moriah's new living situation, a lovely apartment in Indianapolis. And, of course, had a Splendorous evening. But left before her early bedtime. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1534/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1377" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X-0RlcHbf9c/YTfC2ZsQcII/AAAAAAAAb6M/HmSdskW0_Pk2zNZJvZYm5ewRAMRyhjk7QCLcBGAsYHQ/w359-h400/Moriah%2527s%2Bplace.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She showed off the features of her new furniture, but actually does sleep in her bed at night! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to hear about the life of an engineer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The week was very full. These are only the highlights. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael goes to Stephan and Karen's almost daily, plodding along with all the intricacies of the electrical installation for the new house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a Spanish homonym question: How many wires are in the circuit breaker box, <i>cincuenta </i>or <i>sin cuenta</i>?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/s751/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="366" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nv43S_vbfYI/YTfC_sfSA_I/AAAAAAAAb6Q/mKldpcaY0JIj2X6oES7hI4c1bZFxXqy3gCLcBGAsYHQ/w156-h320/241423021_10101265445680126_6008818194443071658_n.jpg" width="156" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The circuit breaker box</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Karen had this lovely photo in her <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">blog </a>of one of the first results of Michael's diligent work--light!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/dsc01754.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="1024" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XRulZVOpsfg/YTfDLiT_Z1I/AAAAAAAAb6Y/irSPmA4gkmoAwxIcbWeyFwthsimzWwnXQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/dsc01754.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kalani, an early Saturday morning visitor, was fascinated by these ducks different from the ones he feeds at the Gas City park. The family came to pick up the four-wheeler for the Labor Day weekend festivities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1657" data-original-width="2048" height="259" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzSr28ZAWRE/YTfDT6IBBoI/AAAAAAAAb6g/ZQnmdQ2_zn0R-Rqn1xm1L_LzN4hdpMxLgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241252330_10101265444542406_525197007287395072_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Shortly after, I left to volunteer at the Helping Hand store with these two ladies. I soon discovered that Ethel, on the right, was Malachi's babysitter, oh so many years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q5bLsPsC-dc/YTfDbIjW3eI/AAAAAAAAb6o/yjPZPtQLrtMhKKm5ufLb5jP1jqvVuCxhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241190629_10101265444552386_1725502603371667753_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, after another very full day, we attended a marriage celebration reception for this lovely couple who wed earlier this summer. Christian and his siblings were on the robotics team for a while. Emilee has had a very adventurous life and has been to other countries, including four months or so in Cambodia. They are now working in Bozeman, Montana.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1409" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5SER9o_2M1U/YTfDtul9hOI/AAAAAAAAb60/xJrV7DUUw6QQO8K86nQf7Sb3J8yduErcACLcBGAsYHQ/w220-h320/241236373_10101265444592306_5016123476770845142_n.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We are very privileged and honored at our age to enjoy relationships with the younger generation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/08/vacation.html">Vacation</a>, the chapter published this week, led me to think about the theology of rest. We have not had an official getaway this summer, but we do find moments of renewal in the midst of busyness, and are especially grateful for the health we enjoy. </div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-80825397952519392862021-09-01T17:49:00.000-04:002021-09-01T17:49:04.453-04:00Week 35 Highlights<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, August 22, another Tennessee bouquet to brighten this post. Thank you, Karin!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDs2Wwga-Ps/YS9vf7oW7sI/AAAAAAAAb3w/nvYUr_-d6mUkC9AcWcKT1La0p7-lMlBwwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-22-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was also a very special day for my brother Aldo and his wife Alice--their 50th wedding anniversary!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We couldn't be with them in Denver, CO, so I was very happy to see this photo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s725/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="719" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TAg2uOwNu-M/YS_dR-9BX6I/AAAAAAAAb5I/4AoPrEdOJMkJQcMtTEFnKsF2ywXtsVn2QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240884832_4528785910465733_2653228326744822409_n.jpg" width="317" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Asha and Joanna, both juniors, had already moved into their dorm and were preparing to welcome new students during International Orientation. Sunday evening they came back for a special meal and brought another friend from India, Sumana. Moriah came to visit as well. Later that night we welcomed our fourth Indian guest, Amy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1376" data-original-width="2048" height="269" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yOGuUihEt6g/YS93jjIKYMI/AAAAAAAAb34/ufLyv0SUmc4LUEabWp8rCvpc5SxklH9tACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h269/241059769_10101263316836346_3753233968024611509_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asha and Enoch Eicher, Moriah, Mike, Joanna V. and Sumana</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Joanna came back to spend the night and welcome her sister Amy into this new world of college, Taylor University and America!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1653" data-original-width="2048" height="258" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb6DLLT08dI/YS936V7xVOI/AAAAAAAAb4E/UL4aZeE5qQc3YjgTYpP7nU2kL0mGrjIIQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241044330_10101263316866286_5834138669039091402_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy and Joanna Vasudevan</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Amy and Enoch could not move to campus until Tuesday, so they went with us to Monday Night Dinner. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/s1204/MND%2Bswim.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="551" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2sR5_LruYfM/YS945koD1dI/AAAAAAAAb4Q/ZntpAUXPWTA9C99_rGTdyX-giW97dkzzACLcBGAsYHQ/w292-h640/MND%2Bswim.jpg" width="292" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone is swimming. Oh, it's Enoch!</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday noon, our last two Indian visitors were welcomed on campus by their older siblings, official <b>IO</b> (International Orientation) greeters. We haven't heard from them since.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s616/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="616" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HwC2ANGt7hA/YS97d1DKiwI/AAAAAAAAb4Y/E59GRFsiEkMeOytAP1jC90gSIhJnfD6ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w290-h400/Freshmen%2BIO.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amy, Enoch, Asha, Joanna</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday we were invited to meet up with OM friends from eons ago in Berne. As always, so much reminiscing and catching up, so many stories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hN6wkQ3si_o/YS9-EnGCBbI/AAAAAAAAb4g/FVgVL21-w_8O9ON32lDCtiz8RDcftxBkgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241169504_10101263339475976_1174588744761258154_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike, Rita, Vreni and David Greenlee</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Apart from these highlights, our life routines continue--Michael works most days on the electrical installations at Stephan's new house and I on my priorities: WWW (writing, walking and the Word). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've been using an app called Seek to identify various plants on my walks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/s456/seek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="447" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-193aFM_uvbs/YS-BtZDPJuI/AAAAAAAAb4w/ZUz_BIBnOpo5E_8PptsU1g7vUgc8prsFACLcBGAsYHQ/w393-h400/seek.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fun to get away Saturday evening and watch Elijah (#42) on Greenfield Central's soccer team, beat Yorktown 4-0. However, the sun was very intense!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ak09tPUim2s/YS-CPO2KfsI/AAAAAAAAb44/RJCDtMHzZi85yEtEqoNU6OHl_afW3MG1gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/241140587_10101263344835236_1596847992030076044_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had spent much of the day restoring our guest spaces, readying for another visitor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In Enoch's room I found he'd protected the clay sculpture, I smiled. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1475" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XJPrq_si0fA/YS-DS4Pd0YI/AAAAAAAAb5A/wuZKWwScJ4gg9CdO-lcmdWbwBcmWuNnMQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/241153436_10101263315783456_1419909439255002777_n.jpg" width="230" /></a></div><div><br /></div>But am sorry to hear of the virus still affecting people here and there. Our youngest grandson had a fever today and tested positive.<p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-63961688602290598082021-08-24T16:29:00.001-04:002021-09-15T10:09:32.543-04:00Visitors and Visits<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our most constant and numerous visitors are the hummingbirds. Michael fills their sugar water feeder daily! It is very difficult to photograph the half a dozen or so flitting about at one time. Perhaps you can see a couple in this pic.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC54dNGHVjI/YSUDOjm6P-I/AAAAAAAAbzg/KH2ag8OrXlsdwIegqpSAhdlgvkCdpT1ewCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239344215_10101260174398816_1159868189604335068_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sunday, somewhat tired, we decided to take one of our gift cards and eat out. We enjoyed the nearby Brittish cuisine at Payne's Restaurant. The more recent Garfield statue there reminded me of the years when Elijah and I followed the Grant County Garfield tour on his January birthday trip. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="1200" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SmtHOX_14Pk/YSUF62rPrRI/AAAAAAAAbzo/WZIXQLy-4MwYjM91JbnGT5KgjrGh75HmwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/Payne%2527s%2BGarfield.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mid afternoon, Stephan called and invited us to join them at Ivanhoe's. We never pass up an opportunity to be with our kids! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s904/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="904" data-original-width="552" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Wz5lKfeImk/YSUGI8zy9lI/AAAAAAAAbzs/HDb1dd8SpQQoauL0tUdncErFWyW_ARjogCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240593860_10101260173241136_2011956955068740495_n.jpg" width="195" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nor can we pass up Ivanhoe's strawberry shortcake!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kz6hhnGfqgw/YSUGyuapTmI/AAAAAAAAbz4/9ZFncBB8oVc_mNSVgNi3vxOoXVIsKM6NwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239396322_10101260173161296_5113737076847350289_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The funny thing was that we were scheduled to meet with our home group for ice cream that evening at the newly remodeled Cammack Station! We definitely exceeded our calorie intake that day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Between these outings we were still preparing to welcome guests. The "Ship Room" was rather empty after Moriah moved out so Michael purchased a couple pieces of furniture and spent hours assembling them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/ship%2Broom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1PR2sutTZxA/YSUHaeCefiI/AAAAAAAAb0A/E6KnwE2hpOUEZeqyeJv7XS91Tii3gfX3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/ship%2Broom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Three arrived Monday mid afternoon. A kind friend of the Eichers drove them all the way from Chicago and then immediately turned around and headed back home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9os9e1X-Dk/YSUHncjxGiI/AAAAAAAAb0E/hbk29d8fxAQNUzqGJynulRN8I0iY_zpawCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/238974224_10101257997606126_6888568996377436182_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Joanna Vasudevan, Enoch and Asha Eicher</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Eicher siblings are Andi Eicher's children and grandchildren of our dear friends, Ray and Christa, and now fourth generation Taylor alums. Asha and her friend Joanna are returning juniors. It is Enoch's first year and first time in America.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They caught on rather quickly to Splendor, our favorite game, and it became a nightly ritual with Enoch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR4IB7qT4-g/YSUH_xAsKoI/AAAAAAAAb0Q/L-yPwRSaebAJOie96sc1bnZVYwzmJLruACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240599499_10101260173800016_5345282762420753966_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The girls could move into their dorm earlier because of roles and responsibilities on campus. They were happy to have Enoch along to haul their luggage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RpR4V4_e2_o/YSUII-bzH0I/AAAAAAAAb0U/z3vwn_J-O-IhrxM2d7-dATPZg2hOxtIDQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/240591362_10101260173879856_5942516609240318021_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Enoch offered to cook for us. He came prepared with all the necessary Indian spices. So we were introduced to <i>pav bhaji,</i> a spicy vegetable mash that you scoop up with rolls fried in butter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1029/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="1029" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yLyVWl98NA0/YSUISsatgSI/AAAAAAAAb0c/obrGrdkDXjUX6AIiM6Bjh4UbyZLDsRYXwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Pav%2BBhaji.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday we were invited to dinner with the Pawley family. They are on furlough from Cambodia. The two older boys are entering Taylor University, their dad Eric's alma mater. Joe, the oldest has been on the robotics team. MeeSun prepared food from her homeland, Korea. They will be leaving two sons behind, and Tom the youngest will be on his own. Who do you think is feeling the separation the most?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZ4kzjuwWoo/YSVFQlMTD7I/AAAAAAAAb1Y/nbJ4BRWei9UFTzB2zNhXtbywVkwmtYI8ACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/240604428_10101260174348916_8842772712525793795_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday evening was the popular House Hunters, a very well organized event where the women of the church travel in groups to homes on their assigned route and have a contest to see and find out certain things at each place. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The house that stood out for me was where Argentine artifacts were displayed on the walls: a cow hide mate surrounded by pictures of gauchos and a <i>boleadora, </i>a type of throwing weapon used to entangle the legs of cattle or game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1417/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1417" height="181" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gB2YubZS1IU/YSUIuUlIXSI/AAAAAAAAb00/5huhkNCsLcoHMJ1E7oIXVnROSUr60ggJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h181/240589491_10101260174653306_3803424245730010942_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="643" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DRhPhV8XmiE/YSUIuT5ADcI/AAAAAAAAb0w/McJO7v8BJrQc1MFjWOtRAGnmSrWJoUnTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240592529_10101260174698216_3968583822645929014_n.jpg" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Boleadora</i></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Felix Aguilar VI, the homeowner, comes from a long line of important Argentines. His great great great grandfathers' portrait hangs over the mantel. Two framed documents from 1954 certify that the then president, Juan Domingo Perón, assigned him as Argentine consul in Chicago with jurisdiction over twelve mid western states, and that President Dwight D. Eisenhower recognized him as such.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/s644/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="402" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTHfo_B0y0/YSUIukRjyiI/AAAAAAAAb04/mm4ZimZ50UMaglc9ATev8GdFCBfjeh4zQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h640/Consul%2BAguilar.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday I introduced Enoch to two special places. At the Helping Hand store he purchased a couple good jackets for colder weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5z8uODqepmM/YSUKNHBwA7I/AAAAAAAAb1A/xSH0kxEY3iYlbnQne9u2zpY7FHBBGSczgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240594826_10101260175187236_1412609306745651792_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And at Ivanhoe's he had a sandwich and a sundae, and the obligatory photo by Garfield.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s672/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="672" height="291" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bUEXB1VYDok/YSULI4Y0l8I/AAAAAAAAb1Q/TGLOTaXe-l4Bp_x12pRn3I4F5EOYnd2jACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/240632523_10101260174892826_3903654344069651274_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Those are the highlights of our week, but not the end of visits and visitors. Come back next week for more.</div><br /> <p></p></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-25865290683104978702021-08-17T13:35:00.003-04:002021-09-15T10:10:54.909-04:00Transitions<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week I was made aware of a these lovely pink lilies popping up everywhere, <i>Lycoris squamigera, </i>rightfully referred to as Surprise Lily or Resurrection Lily, also naked ladies ;-).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imimYghLVx4/YRnTLyrxwVI/AAAAAAAAbwQ/0yP72Itsz_oXJCOGOHfFU63D0A7xG_B5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/220380172_10101255345051866_3768139739721819373_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All of our family young ones are in school now. Sam and Kristie's boys in Greenfield system, where she works as an ABA (Applied Behavior Analyst), began in July. Karen started a new teaching job, 8th grade English in Alexandria, on August 4, one day before her birthday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=s1226" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="1226" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb6Q6ZFU7p4cjhUq7NCktvJ8b9OglM_tpeXhTULZ2UDWjSJMIM0QOEiMRgEPy4Glmgq1FiD0BqVFAoTX6UObwW69sC36ljF4YoL3BIBdxliokdu22erJKPrr0jHG7V6sUMRqlZZsVaWz_MQrIYu2CQCTHCVKHz0tU75Gtvn-UPexCy4lHukvqqMg3GNw=w400-h359" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">July 29: </span>Elijah (11), Zion (6), Jude (3)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rebecca enjoys riding the school bus this year.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1098/First%2BDay.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="949" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFdgiQ1M2gM/YRnZPLguIKI/AAAAAAAAbws/ysLrBBiHsLQBTSgKRQuraCfRMqKwvuGKgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/First%2BDay.jpg" width="277" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">August 10: Rebecca (2)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A good article appeared in the Chronicle Tribune a couple days later. Surprise, Rebecca on the front page!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/s500/safe_image.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="500" height="209" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hc2icxGSNrw/YRnZbOKwL6I/AAAAAAAAbww/nSnuYJmMM2cgQ1_imiqYeQ-bH7ST46DYQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h209/safe_image.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.chronicle-tribune.com/news/students-staff-smiles-return-to-eastbrook/article_e7bf3176-915a-56fa-8a44-d52e4608cf7f.html?fbclid=IwAR3g3vVFisaBYbzZ67vxTRrot7HJrPLspliuD0x91jtV2GO0Z8JTYAL55kQ">Students, staff, smiles return to Eastbrook</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She also started ballet lessons. Piano has not begun just yet because her teacher just had a baby! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wednesday we did meet little Reuben and delivered a meal and gift. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYx3RVB_BHQ/YRnZnA5XoVI/AAAAAAAAbw4/2vmsFCyhgbEAUMv0xZ1-6JdCELwrugXAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238923313_10101257493611136_8705983369493672749_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thursday was Moriah's final move, the last items out of her room here and all into her own apartment in Indianapolis. Her job at Allison Transmissions begins Monday the 16th.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvQdrE4OIlg/YRnZ3b8HtJI/AAAAAAAAbxA/KKvhH7EERjATW4EL3qWMXT7dr5PEywkTQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/238907056_10101257493700956_6214774782103040911_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday I took Leah for her long delayed hernia surgery. And, surprise!, the surgeon found a second hidden one nearby. The double repair was successful, no mesh needed. Leah is glad to have that over, but she's dealing with the pain now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="499" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6yia5wzGuug/YRnanC7bOcI/AAAAAAAAbxI/h8UiRNVHokcMkifRKUg4yf7gGc3jA5v6gCLcBGAsYHQ/w208-h400/238882962_10101257496635076_1438381191825690702_n.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday, the 14th, was Rebecca's 7th birthday. Matt and Kayla are wonderful party hosts. The occasion has become an annual ALL family gathering with cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, several great grandmas, even one 91 year-old great great grandparent!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="839" data-original-width="960" height="280" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOw4uDsq9Yc/YRnfQd-vd0I/AAAAAAAAbxk/Blqqg7uoN-oQRvXEHWk-F59T3HkkETfTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/239193079_10101257493221916_8201045064356329988_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As life moves on from one season to another, through many transitions and changes, both good and bad, joyful and painful, I am reminded that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever! (Heb. 13:8)</div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-41025591205159704272021-08-11T13:19:00.002-04:002021-09-15T10:13:19.267-04:00Friends, highlights of Week #32<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Cousin Karin says her flowers are not as plentiful anymore. I appreciate each bouquet. I think they make great blog post openers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PLrUbMI8zKE/YRKnhz36ZEI/AAAAAAAAbt0/E6NR740xF-UYKmFB-iquUlIXP0n9OdKcACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B8-1-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span>A humorous God-appointment happened Sunday. We had wanted to get together with a couple who had last invited us over for food and games. I suggested to Michael that Sundays after church were easier to schedule than to try to find an open evening throughout the week. And we certainly had an abundance of food, Michael's specials--bread, gazpacho, ice cream and my zucchini brownies.</span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>So, he looked up the name of the friend to text. It wasn't till someone else responded with, "Sorry, we are on our way back from Colorado," that he realized he'd sent the invite to a group, his hiking buddies! We had no idea how large the party would become. However, it was perfect, a fun time with friends.</span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sxcaJuCI8DA/YRKnrKu4DoI/AAAAAAAAbt4/e-hT3KM0ZjoA0rHKKCLjwUUXBTTAxizqQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/236255892_10101255342417146_3627133205693760167_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span><span>Monday, we met with more friends, old friends (well, about our age) from long ago. In fact, Fred was the best man at our wedding.<br /></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/s949/con%2BPerrys.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="346" data-original-width="949" height="234" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-lBYTVfoJ0/YRP5GdGs4II/AAAAAAAAbv0/jydjUklt0EsGF_PumeCi0EZw-grUsh2ogCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h234/con%2BPerrys.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead of coming to Upland, they met us at Stephan's place where Mike was working so they could see the progress on the house. When I took Karen for a tour of the whole property, we admired Stephan's storybook bench. </div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC1K1i_0b4s/YRKn8Ik6KkI/AAAAAAAAbuE/j6NSIBjLbwAoO0ah18QTKQSo1iRXm-AhQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/236796249_10101255342691596_4307007812222108310_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Tuesday, I took sis-in-law Diane for a little outing to a nearby coffee shop. The art displayed is quite unique.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/the%2Bbranch.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="859" height="262" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMZ6GxDotwQ/YRKpTxl6q_I/AAAAAAAAbuQ/hL26Kcw8_-Y7zNyyg7QEdStXOlszyZfWwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h262/the%2Bbranch.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Michael went camping with his hiking buddies to Shades State Park, a beautiful restful time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/hike%2Bshades.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uguInynMEaE/YRKqUpup1bI/AAAAAAAAbuY/xANMnhVabHw58vKHAYnWyRDlhk-bUsvIgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/hike%2Bshades.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, I was very focused on writing a new chapter. Until now I'd been able to work on previously written pieces. I knew they would run out sometime, and that day came sooner than I anticipated. My self-imposed twice-a-month deadlines will keep me busy from now on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even so, I took off Thursday afternoon and put in a couple hours helping to paint the mural. It was a great break. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with the other painters as I worked my way across the lower part giving a second coat or cleaning up the edges of the dark green waves of grass.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/s859/mural%2B8.05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="859" height="472" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LlQJKBbxG4/YRKrl8q0k1I/AAAAAAAAbug/rjSkx2DYE04l-A4L2baLbO7cxDDkSRWmACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h472/mural%2B8.05.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I try to maintain my walking goals, always noticing new things along the way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/s859/dead.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="859" height="172" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6BGoqTqabk/YRKsyx9rpuI/AAAAAAAAbuo/arl-mx07x_0FyOlJm5nMN3zWqzmjN20QgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h172/dead.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both dead?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A writer friend called some time ago for comments about my visit with two grandsons to Minnetrista's Bob Ross Exhibit. She quoted me in her article and gave me a copy of the magazine!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="960" height="390" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvxmuVa0NO0/YRKs-cFnhkI/AAAAAAAAbus/COFf1NAcG2kYHNaPDXJFXo_wIjkbEAynACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h390/236770522_10101255345006956_7995667859245707556_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p>I was able to send chapter 12 to my translator to work on over the weekend, which is when he has time. Whew! So grateful to meet that deadline! </p><p>Here is a teaser. Come back August 15 to <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/">My Argentina</a> to find out what these few photos are about.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/s633/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="633" height="402" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKV-C1O1dV0/YRKvHeY4ejI/AAAAAAAAbu4/xU-ZUpUV-J8ysSdRTAuCJgZjG7EhfZ1kgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h402/mission%2Bpoints.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I certainly would love to hear about the highlights of your week!</div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-10793439748857518002021-08-04T11:52:00.001-04:002021-09-15T10:16:23.167-04:00Another full week - #31<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EfBE9uhXMS4/YQnfnmXqG4I/AAAAAAAAbpc/JazfG8mIvaEgBm8BAMADw2khZMiEJdpygCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-25-21.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's Sunday bouquet 7/18/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Our hydrangeas have finally made their pompous appearance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhi9VkpcuHY/YQnhcv6A69I/AAAAAAAAbpk/wq1DxiAOiKMyBUs0LCQrQLyun3FFs6_0ACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/232345379_10101252561924276_1035501776200514300_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If we're low on bread, Michael bakes more on Sunday afternoon or evening. He enjoys trying new recipes. This one has olives and tomatoes. However, he's very sparing about how much he consumes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="777" data-original-width="960" height="162" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jEfozZcS14/YQnnJJM5CdI/AAAAAAAAbqE/Zpw6tMdgVvoyvjRpGsrnXYDgrpfFxiivwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h162/230063667_10101252563166786_2681379969734237562_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday afternoon, Michael, Leah and I went to the Switch Up in Van Buren to finish painting the last little characters on the climbing wall. The center logo, Sarah will paint.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="1200" height="203" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaPX18be4J0/YQnmQCavOQI/AAAAAAAAbps/K-7YQP72UmMulX5lYaAjK_ezcv32gxj3QCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h203/climbing%2Bwall%2BSUp.jpg" width="640" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we went to Stephan's dinner and admired his timber framing progress. Notice the <i>live edge </i>above what is going to be the door to the under-the-stairs-pantry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WlKw5BbZ5Q/YQnwFRcfQ7I/AAAAAAAAbrQ/Ky8xwwOZ3ZEVRAIhp2Y8k1vNFk5ebKh6ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/232026508_10101252562258606_5041499209151068839_n%2B%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">On the way home we stopped to buy several more dozens of corn, which we then had to stay up till midnight to process and freeze.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="743" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6k5xDeNr9lQ/YQno01YXApI/AAAAAAAAbqk/cQIUa5Uc_H43N6_cTAgPC-JgxUDWcVTWgCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h310/230729437_10101252562433256_1885041946079845020_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And we came home through Matthews to make sure the mural-painting team had everything they needed to begin the daunting project. Unfortunately they had rented the wrong lift, one only safe for indoor use on smooth floors.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1305/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1305" height="314" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LDluTPqdyTs/YQnri8phelI/AAAAAAAAbq0/iwSKu7OmD7MhisDjVGsy8WHzEVfjsxN2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h314/232345760_10101252562632856_237165198775358108_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The next day they had obtained an all-terrain boom lift. This was the progress a couple days later.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">The mural features the best of Matthews and promises to be a stunning addition to the small town.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the same building complex where the East Central Indiana Robotics team is housed.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="960" height="310" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4LUzKMpvN4/YQnsfuZFJ5I/AAAAAAAAbrE/Gzth4ecuo-IPgzWCzrAZ--_8j7PLaIHsgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h310/232266104_10101252561495136_1724560546223917770_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Michael went backpacking again with a few of the UCC Hikers and sent me this photo. <br />I was glad for him that he got away from the many responsibilities that weigh him down right now. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="756" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uET1DPJkxb8/YQnno9gGvAI/AAAAAAAAbqM/1nJS3MkDpq84Xzd69bJwvXCrerJUUB69wCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h312/230818494_10101252560906316_2914740539215152533_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">That afternoon, Rebecca and I went with my friend Petey and her granddaughter to an event at Minnetrista very popular among little girls - </div><div style="text-align: center;">Faeries, Sprites, and Lights.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, the insects were on a rampage and feasted on Rebecca. The miserable itchy welts shortened our experience.</div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s642/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="642" data-original-width="285" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7B_HCBBUFxw/YQnoTKqScmI/AAAAAAAAbqU/OgIuPJrfnZ89arXInwMSspeiRuqF9MVJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w285-h640/Faeries%2B%2526%2BSprites.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Throughout the week, I spent long hours on a better conclusion to chapter 11, scheduled to publish August 1. <br />Saturday was especially frustrating because of trying to wrap things up for the deadline and running into so many technological issues. <br />And Michael was gone all day on his weekly bicycle ride with the Muncie group. <br />Add to that, we had planned a birthday celebration for Skye's 24th that evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fortunately, I had spent all day Friday preparing for the event. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/s472/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="472" height="518" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rzom61Z7Us/YQnm3Jg61sI/AAAAAAAAbp8/Ebh4-JIBzcEmlos_Ql_9VTSZsT-J0V5TQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h518/Skye%2527s%2Bbd.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"All's well that ends well," is that a saying? [Just looked it up. Oops! It is a Shakespeare play!] <br />Anyway everything ended superbly. The party was so much fun--Kalani doing all the motions to Wiggle songs with all of us joining in the motions; the birthday meal and Krazy Koch song (looks like Destiny enjoyed the family tradition!); and the guys going wild over the tools Michael had so much fun buying for Skye.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and the chapter conclusion was acceptable, and <a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/locusts.html">Locusts</a> published as scheduled!</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">And now to wrap up this weekly photo journal - the surprise blooms of the week that come with memories. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Years ago, at the wedding of our dear friends' daughter, each guest received a small packet of bulbs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="697" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMmOfC2GrgE/YQnodSMRFQI/AAAAAAAAbqY/6-Qn50uijo03P42P0vL9tv05siA0Zm7KQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/230655629_10101252561974176_114380207932289579_n.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><p></p></div>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-72625034500200957002021-07-27T23:10:00.003-04:002021-09-15T10:18:12.080-04:00A Very Full Week <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cousin Karin's bouquets from Tennessee continue to delight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NW47_-0GkCo/YQBsbB-MSnI/AAAAAAAAbl8/Hwnq29oUiGYu8jbEIBWAr6B7qoHcsljOwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/bouquet%2B7-18-21.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our garden does not yield such varieties. But on my walks, I notice and enjoy many wild flowers each time, and attempt to read and learn about them. For example, how do I tell the difference between Queen Anne's Lace and Hemlock, its lookalike? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/s832/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lww3t04jbTY/YQBtti_qf0I/AAAAAAAAbmU/ghoquu9s0cYPxPFb3klYgIoGn_UsrFXzACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/wild%2Bflowers.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A lovely Sunday surprise: Stephan called and said they were headed our way to dine out at Payne's and could we join them! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XnFvhFxEB3s/YQE3jgPzTZI/AAAAAAAAbnM/pBvCW-pM5uYpWxCP-Kky0WW6dfRIlgrLACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226229709_10101249468244036_5006978569970671809_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">In addition to the great food and conversation, we were noticing all the timber framing in the addition to the restaurant. Stephan is working on that this week. (See <a href="https://meanwhileinindiana.wordpress.com/">Karen's blog</a>.)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">A different kind of surprise awaited Michael Monday morning when he opened the meter base to figure out what had caused the oozing stain. He immediately called the electric company to come out and unlock the top part. The guy had never seen anything like that. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/s756/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="368" height="564" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6cfPp4DQIc/YQBsrivOEiI/AAAAAAAAbmE/O9D_tpYebZYMXqD66xmXbhRZusuJp2c0wCLcBGAsYHQ/w275-h564/225216558_10101249933721216_3041319332789163399_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday night I had a meeting, so Michael sent a photo of the meal Stephan served. Karen did much better than that, she sent home food for me! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1101/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1101" data-original-width="832" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgSmi0bjX8w/YQBtY3AELbI/AAAAAAAAbmM/Z2cif2vQ3_oAT5PVaXdoGdqD9b_f_pMUwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/MND%2Bcollage.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Notice the tomato baby, and the zucchini brownies! They were wonderful. She sent me the recipe, now the pressure is on for me to make some.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wednesday, Rebecca and I had our usual fun activities and ended with a short walk on the Taylor campus. I am so grateful to have these weekly opportunities to spend time together.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s832/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="832" height="318" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FRVwncf5ao/YQCE2DXF8AI/AAAAAAAAbms/fbxHhVWR0ic-x3g422NAXSFPJvYvhoxrwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h318/Rebecca%2BTU%2Bcampus.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Michael deserves all the focus this week. He's in the middle of several big projects. This week he and Leah painted little climbers on the finished climbing wall. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="1200" height="252" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4APvfBbZUo/YQBuDL5KJoI/AAAAAAAAbmc/Lte_cpwY4UARdP1FU8BmimcNFUw1iVFCQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h252/climbing%2Bwall.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael spent two days priming the side of the building for a mural to be painted next week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBhK0ZdSzbo/YQCFHYGpAAI/AAAAAAAAbm0/oORlZPlwHVk_bJ1I3uYj0FxZ4DLQdVELwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/226668265_10101249443009606_5946753853593998837_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Back-breaking work</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He also made several trips to Stephan's to begin work on all things electrical.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">On the way he always stops to buy sweet corn from Moriah's cousin.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After one long day, he tackled the process of prepping six dozen ears for the freezer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He never stops! It's against his religion!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="774" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JIegnHXfeek/YQCJEC00HHI/AAAAAAAAbm8/zIBwnJNzaVwLJR4pRQzcrWIpD5c9h15lgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/122128576_10101096804548306_386116640567520464_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In lieu of a photo of the messy process</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Despite the many projects, we are enjoying summer!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Michael wouldn't think of missing his long Saturday bicycle rides with the Muncie group. 88 miles this week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I had fun at the Farmers' Market. Among many other goodies, I bought this bouquet of tiger lilies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tdr_t6tgicI/YQCJg93SCAI/AAAAAAAAbnE/nElhaTvx4g8kj_xqjKdgn2HvdxEx9Rh5QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/226998419_10101249442635356_8404316260833606385_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's so much more I could write about.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We just keep plodding on, grateful for each opportunity and the necessary health.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1521399997088390580.post-55200709071441066362021-07-21T11:32:00.003-04:002021-09-15T10:20:25.363-04:00Week 29<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWTcWynGREM/YPSVGN8q-lI/AAAAAAAAbbs/_awENyOF2OcjA8y8T__-ziYbOpJKgPKagCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Bouquet%2B7-11-21.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Karin's bouquet for 7/11/21</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That was the Sunday Moriah treated us to her homemade Lemon Rosemary Chicken dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/image.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="158" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scdZKH2FlOg/YPc0CctUiPI/AAAAAAAAbdI/qz6QSffAOUk4D1tMdsYygHpQTQlhh3HkACLcBGAsYHQ/w180-h320/image.png" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I made ice cream and Michael baked buttermilk biscuits for strawberry shortcake, like we often had with the girls when we lived in the same house.</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Moriah even tried out her engineering skills to repair the light by my recliner. (Thank you!) And, furthermore, this week she resoundingly impressed the hiring committee at <a href="https://www.allisontransmission.com/">Allison Transmssion</a>, and will begin work in Indianapolis in less than a month.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sDer5rupR3Q/YPSWOgA2zvI/AAAAAAAAbb0/6CZMMOevDO8R4vbpwhT_XLhhHCPRPyu2gCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/220403639_10101245969310926_8461701388007164609_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Monday evening as usual we surveyed the progress on Stephan and Karen's house. Her parents had been there for a few days, visiting from Evansville. Dad Red (a retired electrician) began installing the electrical boxes and running wire. Mom Dolores painted door jambs.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s960/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="300" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mn4oIg8sixY/YPSWiN791xI/AAAAAAAAbb8/k7-GglT5MVUvkqBTqxKil80BDko-tAlHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h300/217399591_10101245969355836_812496988586691365_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This week, Michael worked steadily at the Switch Up and finished installing the climbing wall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s669/Switch%2BUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="669" height="344" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvcrUcQltQo/YPWS6hOw-XI/AAAAAAAAbcM/OmPEg4nm1TshIZB5TlfHitKRHE0Xd4wAwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h344/Switch%2BUp.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I continue to walk almost daily, grateful for the resolve that gets me out to enjoy the beauty of nature.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/Lillies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="838" data-original-width="1683" height="213" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBAidTC7Rpo/YPWSggReyNI/AAAAAAAAbcE/YfYxw2a3JzYlJEnGFXTzRk2b9WCf2iEJACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h213/Lillies.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1683/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1683" height="236" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGGGqMR-8Jg/YPWTL5xMDKI/AAAAAAAAbcU/8dv6-OpLwZo-X-ZAF81na-e1z3uLQHIHACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h236/TU%2Bwalk.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Meanwhile, Sam's family is experiencing the chaos of a major move from Muncie to New Palestine. Can anyone relate? Does this bring back memories?<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/s1124/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1124" data-original-width="843" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_f0TMf9iBY/YPWWSTu3yOI/AAAAAAAAbcc/0ufa5wrHzwMdJ7YfI3AkfkEjB58uvy8AACLcBGAsYHQ/w300-h400/220485133_10101246284843596_2606890221048521134_n.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Friday, Michael drove the robot and the drive team to Lawrence Central High School in Indianapolis to set up the pit and practice for Saturday's off-season FRC event. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/s960/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="840" data-original-width="960" height="350" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ee9cJN30WYA/YPWXS1C5U3I/AAAAAAAAbck/mW5u0bqTIJAdL0m6pQgVQPGAyWOSk2qvACLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h350/220707682_10101246285731816_3899206270676037110_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.firstindianarobotics.org/finite-recharge-off-season-frc-event-information/">FINite Recharge</a> was a much smaller event, only 24 teams, not nearly the hype of pre-COVID competitions. And our robot (Infinite Horsepower)'s performance not nearly as stellar as seen in the video still playing on the <a href="https://phyxtgears.org/">PhyXTGears</a>' website. However, a good time was had by all. I was blessed to be able to attend and meet parents and students. The new team members, all quite young, had the opportunity to experience a FIRST robotics competition, to learn and grow in their understanding of the robot and their enthusiasm for the game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got a ride down with Moriah and her dad, who after our team's loss in quarter finals, continued apartment search to get her situated before the new job begins next month.<br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/FIN.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="619" data-original-width="1557" height="256" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZbirKkvoGk/YPWXezAboNI/AAAAAAAAbco/XWS0mjFJ1ZI04-o8JdvDSWD-Sx87_3wpwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h256/FIN.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Moriah and Mee Sun in the stands. Who wins the eye-smiling competition?</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1557/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="1557" height="188" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oyshmQ3d__Q/YPWXnDIgs4I/AAAAAAAAbcs/P8Z_iCjWS2MU6xgNv3cLoeGlauwDpvqHwCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h188/Infinite%2BHorsepower.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Infinite Horsepower and the drive team exiting after their final game.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s684/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="684" height="556" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qrsgrxDHpY/YPWXxVep8GI/AAAAAAAAbc0/tGMl6FPZpAwHtO6fAnDLbAwd4401CIHHgCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h556/FIN%2Bmtg.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group sharing after Arby's meal</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I rode back to Muncie with one of the new families and learned of several experiences we share, including Spanish speaking and teaching, travel to same place in Mexico, and common friends there. We concluded that <i>El mundo es un pañuelo </i>i.e. "It's a small world."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Oh, chapter 10 kept me quite busy this week. Nevertheless, it published Thursday: <i><a href="https://hoytsinargentina.blogspot.com/2021/07/fiestas-celebrations-and-festivities.html?m=1">Fiestas</a>.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>riTa Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15306804982791531203noreply@blogger.com1