Show and Tell...

 Or maybe it's tell and show?  Since I have so much difficulty with inserting pictures in the appropriate spots, I'll talk about them and then show them separately.  Sigh.

So this morning we left the house for our walk in the dark.  The Husband looked up at the sky (like usual) and remarked on all the stars we could see in the clear sky.  Which reminded me that I wanted to get up early and see if we could see any shooting stars in the Orionid meteor shower.   But, no, what I read said the best time to see any would have been between 1 and 5:45 a.m. and it was 45 minutes after that.  Nevertheless, I walked along with my eyes skyward for quite some distance.  And - wow!! I saw not one but two shooting stars! They were both quick and small, but very definite.  A fabulous day starter.

We took a long walk today.  The Husband remarked that I must be feeling good because I was able to walk without limping for the entire 5+ miles.  The topical gel our dr. prescribed has truly been a tender mercy. My usage is less than 1/4 of the prescribed dose.  That means once I can truly get past this arthritis flare I should be good for a while.  Happy smiles inside.

Our walk's route took us where the dog "Grizz" lives. Haven't been that way for a while.  Grizz was outside but a long way away up by the house.  The owner saw/heard us calling for Grizz.  Sent him our way. Once he caught sight of us he came tearing through the yard/field straight up to the fence.  He's the dog that's taller than me when he stands on his hind legs. I had to step back from the fence, was afraid he'd break through and we'd both go down flat. But thankfully the fence held and he received his treats.  He inhaled them.  Like always.  But I swear he was smiling. That wagging tail would have cleared the grass like a scythe. Very fun.

I never in my life imagined a time when one of us would come home from the store and jubilantly announce "I found (fill in the blank)". Truly a red letter day when something that has been (or felt like) chronically out-of-stock everywhere miraculously appears on the shelf for our purchase.   It's hard not to want to hoard at that point.  But I don't.

We took a drive to Utah county the other day to see our grandson for his 5th birthday.  It's so unfair that all that energy is concentrated on the young. He's a dear and we loved seeing both him and his Dad.  They're good for each other.

So happy I ran into a friend yesterday morning.  She was looking for some boxes - for her and a friend. We had boxes.  A number of those file/banker's boxes (courtesy of our basement storage room cleaning over the past several months).  Not only was I happy to give them to her, it meant we had a 25 minute curbside visit when she came to pick them up. A win-win.  Though probably heavily slanted in my favor, not only was I able to help and got a visit, but those boxes are no longer taking up space in the basement. so maybe a win-win-win.

And my crocheted tablecloth is coming along.  I'm doing the last single crochet around-the-edge row before putting on a border.  I'm excited to complete the project.  It isn't nearly as lacy as I'd wanted, but still, it has been lovely to have something to work on in the evening when we're watching tv.  Though work isn't truly an apt description.  It hasn't been work, but pleasure.  I might have to do another one just to use the rest of the thread I bought for the project, since I'm using a pattern for a yarn blanket and there was absolutely no way to judge how much thread I'd need.  I tend to be an over-estimater.  I never want to be caught short. Kinda goes along with my desire to underpromise and over deliver. 

And no, it isn't the greatest picture of the morning glories.  Those plants haven't been as abundantly covered in blooms this year, but here it is - mid-October and there's still a few blooms.  I love their pretty purple.

So grateful for the changing seasons.  We wander around and marvel at all the stunning colors. So grateful for those who share their testimonies of Christ and the goodness of our Maker. Spreading hope has got to be part of the good we all want to be part of.