Does Stanley have a concussion?

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My family enjoys bird watching. Right now, we have a suet feeder hanging on the back porch deck. The morning chirps give the signal of birds arriving and enjoying the food. Bluebirds, cardinals, juncos, doves, brown thrashers, wrens, warblers and many other birds visit the feeder.

There is also a squirrel who has decided the suet feeder is for him, too. He (I am assuming the squirrel is a male) runs across the back field, jumps up a hill, reaches our house and scales the wood deck like a super hero. Stretching his long body from porch railing to the pole holding the feeder, the squirrel picks at the suet. Little birds sit on fence posts and watch. He is in charge for the moment.

Recently, the suet feeder was empty. The birds flew up to the feeder and then, back to the forest, with empty stomachs.

I saw the squirrel approaching the back porch. Alan suggested throwing some old peanuts outside for the hungry fella. So, I opened the door and threw out some treats. As soon as the peanuts hit the porch, that squirrel jumped on them. The excitement!!

Alan decided we needed to give the squirrel a name. His name would be Stanley Squirrel. Good name. Cute name.

The next day Stanley showed up at the back door but all the peanuts were gone.  Alan suggested giving him some old crackers. Sounded like a good idea.

Stanley was there on the porch looking for food. As I opened the door to say, “Stanley, I don’t have any more peanuts. Here is a cracker.”, that squirrel raced for the back door like he was coming inside the house.

Quickly, I slammed the back door hard enough to make the walls shake, afraid that he would come in the house. Stanley stood on the back porch welcome mat looking in the window. He seemed confused. Probably thinking “Crazy lady.”

With my nerves calmed, it was time to throw out a cracker. Noticing Stanley was not close by, I slowly opened the door and peeked out. Stanley came running. I broke apart a cracker and threw it, hoping to land the cracker on the grass in the yard.

The cracker hit Stanley in the head. OH, NO!!! What did I do?  Stanley appeared dazed for a few seconds. I worried and then, all of a sudden, he looked at the cracker, picked it up and headed for the forest behind our house. As I called Alan at work to give him the details of my morning adventure, he asked, “Do you think Stanley has a concussion?”

My goodness!!!! No Stanley does not have a concussion. He is fine and has returned for more treats. 🙂

It’s Always A Story With The Henderson’s.

Do you ever feed the birds and squirrels? God gives us nature to enjoy and also, gives us plenty to laugh about. Have fun today! Share your animal stories.

Blessings,
Mimi

Mama’s Tissues

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An awful head cold has attached itself to me this week. I usually deal with sinus infections, however this time, just a plain old fashioned head cold. Congestion one minute, runny nose the next minute, ear ache and sore throat. No fun being sick.

Luckily, due to my love of coupons, there are boxes and boxes of tissues stacked up in the closet. Great deals can’t be passed on and head colds and stuffy/runny noses can happen at any time. Yes, I am that person who buys tissues while we are healthy.

As I have carried a box of tissues around the house all week, day and night, I remembered something very special. Amazing how something as simple as tissues can cause a fond memory.

Under the long sleeved shirt my Mama would wear, she delicately tucked two or three neatly folded tissues next to her soft wrists. She always had a tissue, just in case. I think about the last years of her life, sitting in a wheelchair, and laying the tissues on her lap. She folded them to have perfect creases and tucked them under her sleeve.

Is that the real reason  I buy so many tissues? Special memories of my Mama. She went to Heaven on February 5, 2013, one week before her 92nd birthday. Mama and Daddy gave me a wonderful, blessed life and I miss them both dearly.

A smile comes across my face every time I see a box of tissues and I think of Mama. Thank you God for special memories.

Blessings,
Mimi

 

A blueberry giggle….

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Some days the Lord gives me the silliest experiences. He knows how much I love to laugh, and He sends me plenty of reasons to laugh out loud.

Yesterday, after purchasing blueberries, bringing them home, rinsing them under cool water and preparing to pat dry them with a paper towel, I decided to taste one or two of the delicious fruit. The sweet taste of a good plump blueberry was more than I could resist.

Ahh…. picking up a couple of berries and preparing to pop them in my mouth, all of a sudden, one of those cute little blueberries jumped right out of my hand and went flying through the air. OH, NO!!! Where did it go?

“Nobody move!” I shouted as I stood spread eagle in a secret agent position (or what I think that might look like) by the kitchen counter. There was just my hubby and me in the house and he wasn’t even in the kitchen. I wonder who was listening to my bold orders.   Knowing that if my feet moved, I might actually step on the blueberry and squish it, making the bottom of my shoes blue and possibly staining the floor.

Oh, the dilemma. Whatever shall happen? Where did that little berry land? Our kitchen is small so it could not have traveled far.

Slowly, inch by inch, I crept and ALL OF A SUDDEN….

The lonely blueberry fell out of the vest I was wearing over my turtleneck sweater. Evidently it had traveled a path down inside my vest and when I stood straight up, the berry escaped.

Crisis averted. No stain on the shoes, floor, or my shirt. I am a happy lady.

Thank you Lord, for giving me the giggles every day. Have you laughed today?

Blessings, giggles and love,
Mimi

Scout Flakes

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Have you ever heard how hummingbirds send a few “scouts” to investigate where the good food is located, before all the other hummingbirds arrive?

Yesterday evening,  we prepared for the huge snow “event” to arrive in Virginia. Dinner at a local eatery was on the schedule to celebrate my sister’s birthday. Everything should work out fine, as the snow wasn’t scheduled to arrive until midnight.

Yet, backing the car out of the garage and venturing onto the main road , we noticed a few snowflakes dancing in front of the headlights. What? How can this be? The time is only 5:00pm, not even close to midnight.

Hubby announced in a bold voice, as if to scare away anymore snowflakes, “Those are Scout Flakes. They won’t stick to the ground. We’ll be alright. Dinner will be over before the big snow arrives in town.”

As our family enjoyed delicious food at the restaurant, I kept my eyes on the window close by the table. Those “Scout Flakes” had returned and brought more friends with them. The parking lot lights gave a reflection of lightly dusted vehicles. Nothing major, and I was thankful.

Dinner was delicious, but, most of all, celebrating my sister’s birthday was very special.  Afterward,The family arrived to each home safely. Those “Scout Flakes” danced around and around the neighborhood until they came back with many more flakes. Today, we have about 6 inches of snow on the ground and the sky is still full of falling snowflakes.

A good day for resting, reading good books and snuggling under a blanket. Let those flakes play in the air. I am staying inside and enjoying the sights from the warmth of home.

Thank You Lord, for family, food, warm homes, birthdays, and always lots of giggles. Yes, and thank You Lord, even for the snowflakes.

Hope you are warm and enjoying the day,
Blessings and snowflakes,
Mimi

 

Lost mittens…..

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January 1, 2017 and I have already lost something. Yes, I have lost a pair of mittens. Well, actually they are nice ladies gloves. I have several pairs of gloves. Some for casual wear and some more dressy times. I like to purchase gloves when they are on sale because, yes, there is always a need for gloves in the winter.

Yesterday, hubby and I made the usual trip to the grocery store, took down and put away  Christmas decorations and cleaned house. That was one day ago. Here I was thinking about how organized we are and feeling rather proud of our accomplishments.

Not so fast smarty pants!!! Where are my gloves? The soft and comfy ones that are always in the basket in the closet, ready for wear. They are nowhere to be found. A thorough investigation of the inside the house and the car have proven the gloves are really missing.

Now, why am I so concerned about this particular pair of gloves? Not that they are my best pair or that they were expensive. No, the problem is that I don’t like to lose things. I am a list maker and I didn’t feel the need to write where I left my gloves. So, the mystery remains a mystery.

Maybe those elusive gloves will reappear one day. That would be great!  But, if they never show up again, I will be okay. By telling myself to stop worrying and that I can’t control every little thing, the missing gloves are teaching me more than one lesson.

Lesson 1: Missing gloves are not the end of the world. I do have more gloves to wear.
Lesson 2: Stop trying to rush around and finish every little task in one day. Everything that isn’t completed today will still be here tomorrow.
Lesson 3: Always put the gloves back in the basket in the closet. That is why we put a basket in the closet. 🙂
Lesson 4: Remember God always finds ways to make me laugh and this is one of those times.

Have you ever lost something like gloves? Did you find them at a later time? God always has a message for us in each and every event in our lives, even with missing gloves. Are you listening for His message?

Happy New Year!
Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

“Age is just a number…… “

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Recently,  as Alan and I were walking to the entrance of the grocery store,  we noticed the familiar red  bucket and person ringing the bell, at the front of the store. As I have written in a previous blog post, we always hold hands, so as Alan took his other hand and reached in his pocket to get out a donation for the red bucket… IT happened.

As Alan dropped the donation into the red bucket, the nice man looked at us and said, “You two are the second elderly couple that I have seen holding hands today.”

Shocked, we looked at each other, stopped in our steps and said, “How old do you think we are?” Good thing we have a sense of humor. You see, I am 56 and Alan is 58. Not elderly.

The man looked so embarrassed and really didn’t know what to say. We laughed and he laughed. Of course, we had to keep chatting about the incident.

We are blessed to remember that “age is just a number”.  So, if you see us and you think we are older, that is okay. Our hair is thinning and gray.

Yet, even if we look older, we will always be kids at heart. Kids who love to laugh at the simplest joys in life and find pleasure in simple everyday blessings from God.

Blessings of laughter, holding hands, meeting people in the parking lot at the grocery store, and things like me asking “Where are my reading glasses?” and realizing they are on the top of my head. Yes, the simple things in life.

It’s Always A Story with the Henderson’s

Have a blessed day and find something to laugh about,
Mimi

Noodle directions…..

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Hubby and I decided to have a delicious home cooked meal on Saturday evening. After a day of grocery shopping, electronic recycling and cleaning house, we chose to prepare baked pasta and a nice healthy salad for our dinner.

We were so proud of ourselves as we worked together, side by side, in our tiny kitchen, preparing this meal. The grocery store was out of our regular pasta, so, hubby had bought some of that “No boil” pasta. Yes, there was an “issue”.

Pouring the penne noodles out of the box, filling the dish with sauce, sprinkling on a bit of parmesan cheese and mozzarella cheese, we were so proud of ourselves. What a fancy dinner we would enjoy!

Strange thing is that neither one of us read the directions for the “no boil” pasta. Seems we had forgotten a very important part of the dish. ADD WATER.

“No boil” meant “No boil”, not “Don’t add water.” Silly us.

No wonder the noodles were so crunchy. Good thing we looked at each other and burst into laughter. We knew we better read the directions this time and next time.

All was well. Water added, noodles cooked, baked pasta was delicious.

Yes, folks, “It’s Always a Story with the Henderson’s” heehee

Blessings and giggles,
Mimi

 

 

 

Lonesome Whistle of the Train

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Fog everywhere this morning. After a day and night of rain and chilly temperatures, we wake to 46 degrees and fog. Weather forecasters and news reporters are cautioning people to be careful on the roads. “Watch for the thick fog out there. Drive slower, turn on your lights. Stay alert.” Every station gives similar warnings.

Turning off the t.v. and radio, I sit and listen. Closing my eyes, I am aware of sounds inside and outside. The refrigerator making ice cubes and the heater turning off are the sounds inside the house.

Vehicles driving by, the chirping of black cap chickadees looking for morning seed, the low conversation of a man and woman chatting as they enjoy their daily walk are a few of the outside sounds I notice.

Then, a low rumble begins. I love this sound. I know what is coming. The train. My family loves trains. Here it comes now. Slow and steady, the rumble of the coal cars passing through town cause me to pause and enjoy the sound. Where is the train going? Who are the engineers?

My favorite part of the train has always been the caboose. But, trains don’t have the caboose anymore. No more little red caboose. We have to travel to a museum or take a scenic train ride to see the caboose in action.

There it is again……. the low rumble and finally, long, long, short, long…… the lonesome whistle of the train. That long, long, short, long means the train is approaching an intersection. The gates are down, the red lights are flashing and the vehicles are lined up waiting for the train to pass.

The lonesome whistle of the train…. a sound that I enjoy. Yes, the whistle does sound lonesome as it echoes throughout the neighborhood. Somehow, that whistle reminds me to slow down and enjoy the moment.

If you ever have to wait for a train to pass by, enjoy that time to pause and listen to the whistle. Remember that God has you there at that particular moment for a reason. Pause and enjoy the sound of the lonesome whistle of the train.

Have a blessed day,
Mimi

 

Breakfast Buddies

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“Would you all like to meet for breakfast?” “Is anyone available on Wednesday?” “How about Friday?”

This is a conversation that happens frequently between a group of my friends. We love to enjoy sharing a meal together and having fun, fellowship and laughter. Finding a time when we can all meet is sometimes difficult. Life is busy and each person has their own daily activities.

However, when two or more of us find a day and a time that works, we say, “Yes, let’s meet.”

With location, day and time arranged, excitement builds as we look forward to being together. We miss those friends who can’t be there and let them know we missed them.

Sometimes we sit at the table for an hour and sometimes two hours. Most of the time, we are blessed with sweet, understanding servers and we are thankful.

No matter how many times we meet in a month, there is always plenty to discuss. We share prayer concerns, health issues, praises, joys and lots of laughter. A prayer is spoken at the beginning of the meal, thanking God for these friends and the food He provides.

This group of ladies has blessed me in more ways than they will ever know. Their listening ears, kind hearts, encouragement and understanding nods and smiles show compassion and love. I hope they enjoy the “breakfast buddies” outings as much as I do.

Is there someone you can contact and arrange to share a meal or a visit? You will be blessed and you will be a blessing to them. 🙂

Blessings,
Mimi

Keep in touch….

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Earlier this year, Alan and I decided to join a different church. We had visited this particular church and felt welcome. This change had come after many prayers, questions and discussions with each other and with friends and family. The decision was made to start attending the new church and get involved in activities and then, join the congregation. We are very pleased with our decision.

One of the main questions we discussed with each other was “How can we glorify God through attending a different church? How can we shine His light to others?” Seems like simple questions to some people, but, to us, this is serious business.

Alan and I both want to show God’s love in all we say and do. We want other people to know we love Christ and that Christ loves us and them, too.

Isn’t that the way God wants us to show love to each other? In our words and our actions, we can show His love each and every moment of the day. A smile, a friendly hello, a phone call, a letter, and in many other ways we can show His love.

One example is to keep in touch with friends at our former church. We know someone who always says, “A friend is a friend for life. We will keep in touch.” That friend is showing God’s love.

Think of ways that you can shine His light to others. Can you think of someone right now who might need love? Call that person, send a letter, or better yet, go visit them. 🙂

Have a wonderful day and yes, let’s “Keep in touch”

Matthew 5:14 “You are the light of the world.”

Blessings,
Mimi