I love Mondays. Even when I worked, I loved the energy and newness of a Monday, even though I did not like the sinking feeling one gets on Sunday afternoon. So, today being Monday, I had lots of interest in getting things accomplished. One of those things was to complete a mission that was begun in November.
I belong to the Holy Rosary Sodality of my parish, and back in the autumn several of the us wanted to do something for members who are no longer able to attend meetings due to age and infirmary. We made sixteen or so of these blankets:
and we teamed up in two cars to deliver them. Visiting these people and giving them the blankets made them happy, and that made our Christmas. There was one person, however, we did not get to that night because of her location. With a blizzard, more snow, and personal commitments, I didn't get to complete this mission until today.
It took me about 45 minutes to arrive at the rest home. It is located in what must be one of the most beautiful spots in New England, and I hope the developers leave it alone! Anyway, the person I visited told me that she turned 100 years old this past Saturday. We both cried a little, especially when she told me what she remembered about my mom, who passed away last year at the age of 96. Apparently, my mom gave her some encouragement when this person needed it and she never forgot. Again, I left feeling lifted and special. I hope she felt the same way.
When I got home, I did this:
I made pierogi filled with onions and mushrooms, with a little cheese. Now, I am a woman who has made pierogi filled with peanut butter and jelly, so I thought these tasted pretty good. Of course, these are the "Shar Pei" version of pierogi, as you can tell by the wrinkles. I suspect that more filling would have taken care of that.
Growing up, our family had a small tradition that I confess, at times made me feel a little funny, but we always did it. Before we went to bed or left the house, we always blessed each other. "Good Night, God Bless You" and Good Bye, God Bless You" were always said. I suspect this came from our mother, but our dad picked it up. I have been bringing it back into my life when I can, and beginning today, I am bringing it to my blog.
I started a new baby hat, a Lion Brand pattern, Squiggles and Stripes. It's very cute so far, but I am only doing the squiggles, no stripes. You'll see it when it is done.
Good Bye and God Bless You.