Friday, January 23, 2015
My dear husband (in the red plaid shirt) was having a blast. I enjoyed it immensely right up until a sneaker wave hit the back of my legs clear up to my backside and just about took my feet out from under me. I grabbed for DH, he grabbed for me and I stayed on my feet, but my rubber boots were filled with icy cold ocean water and the next 45 minutes or so were not the most enjoyable of my life. It is winter, after all.
The day had been mostly sunny and pleasantly mild but once the sun went down it got pretty chilly.
Kind of creepy to think how many times we've walked the beach and really it was teeming with life just below the surface! Ewwwwww!
(You should be able to click on any of them and they will enlarge so you can see them better.)
Have you ever broken a sand dollar and found the little 'birds' inside? We loved to do that as children!
Some of the other campers dropped in and chatted about their clamming experiences, too.
A gal in a little shop gave us a recipe for baking the fresh clams. You just dip them in a beaten egg, roll in crushed Ritz crackers and put them on a foil-lined baking sheet. Drizzle with butter and bake at 500* (yes, HOT!) for 8-10 minutes or until crisp & golden. Husband LOVED them. I bravely chewed up one and then generously allowed him to eat the rest. I'm just not a seafood lover.
We stayed at Grayland Beach State Park and it was a blast! The campsites are gorgeous and the park was well-maintained. It was a wonderful adventure and we'll definitely go back!
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Tailor-Bird wonders why I'm pointing my camera at her and isn't too sure she likes having her picture taken.
Our two milking shorthorn (breed name) steers are looking on in the background.
My new quilting frame has fabric leaders (on the bars that hold the quilt top & backing) that need to be serged on the edges before I can start machine quilting. I've got it almost ready to go and am anxious to start quilting!
Well, the day is just about over and I'm tired. I have two rooms upstairs in our house that are 1) my personal sewing machine museum & crafting/sewing room and 2) an adjoining crafting materials/storage room that now houses my new quilting frame as well. I spent some time today reorganizing to make more room for the 7 1/2' frame. Tomorrow my husband & I are leaving for a couple days at the beach in our camp trailer. We live only about an hour & 15 minutes from the coast. Hubby's going to dig a few clams (I will watch....) and we'll enjoy the scenery & have dinner out. I'll post some pics when we get back. The weather is supposed to be dry for the next couple days, but this is western Washington, after all, so there's no guarantee on that!
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
When I was in junior high school, Mrs. Albee taught us to make what she called Baked Pancakes.
I think some people call them Dutch Boys.
In a little bowl, mix 1/2 cup flour, 1/2 cup milk, 2 eggs and 1/2 tsp. nutmeg. Pour into the butter but DO NOT STIR.
Bake at 425* for about 17 or 18 minutes. Mmm. Smells good!
Must be good, we've been eating it for 42 years....
For Christmas I bought myself.......a personal quilting machine. New. White. Plastic. Oh, dear.
Well, my husband (enabler) bought me a quilting frame and I bought this mid-arm quilter so I'll be able to finish my own quilts at my own pace on my own quilting machine. I've wanted one for simply ages, ever since I first saw one at the country Fair many years ago.
It's actually about 8:15 in the evening as I type this and I have a load of rabbits and pigs in my oven, drying the paint so I can finish them before tomorrow. My ma has an oncology appt. at 8:30am, which means we leave the farm here at 7:30am. Ugh.
The fog we've had for the last week or two finally lifted this morning so we were assured that the hills are still there! You can see just wisps of clouds still rising off the trees.
Every day I look at the hills and this hilltop farm and thank God for allowing me to live here in this beautiful place! I love every mud puddle, every bunny, every fir & maple tree on these 81 acres!
I just realized it's time to prune all the fruit trees. We've got about 20 or so of them and it's time to get at it. Well, not today.
I found it on the beach where the mighty Columbia River empties into the Pacific Ocean. I guess it's a fish or whale vertebrae. It still looks like a little dog to me...
Well, that's what I'm up to. I realized today as I whined and whimpered, worried and waffled that it's much easier for me to be upbeat and cheerful when it's someone else's health in question. I'm usually like Pollyanna saying there's always something to be glad about. Then I started having the current health difficulties and straight away became fearful. Tonight I was listening to an old CD (1993) by Christian artist Buddy Houghtaling. The song that really spoke to my heart is one he wrote called Keep Your Eyes on Me. It's based on Matthew 14 and is the story of Peter walking on the water to Jesus until he took his eyes off Him and went down. It's awfully easy to follow Peter's example and take my eyes off Jesus. When I do, I flounder. When I keep my eyes on Him, He is the shelter in every storm of life and calms my troubled seas and heart. "There is shelter in a storm, When it's me you're looking toward. When you travel a troubled sea, Be keeping your eyes on me. When you travel a troubled sea, Keep your eyes on me."
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Hare on the hill thars much foot stompin' an halleluyoorin' agoin' on tonight as we celebrate gittin' the NEWBIE-WHO-HASN'T-QUITE-GOT-THE-HANG-OF-IT Award, presented by nun other than MR. Beef Gravy hisself, the ESTEEMED Yorkshire Pudding! (tiny smattering of applause)
Oh. This just in: Mr. Pudding was unable to attend today's presentation as he was still suffering fom bad choices at the goin's on at the big award celebration last night. Poor Mr. Puddin'. No doubt he'll feel better when his gout heals up.
Accepting now with a clear head and ear to ear grin.....Thank you, thank you.