Tuesday blessings and reflections

My Husband and I went to NYC;

he went first and I joined him a bit later!

We made a quick trip to a comic book toy store, then on to the Strand bookstore, had tacos on Tuesday :), later we split a salad and had hot apple cider. 

I went home after this, Husband had another meeting.

I was so tired by the time I got home!

My foot is doing better this week, 

we will see how things go long term for that.

I took more pictures of the new things in our home

and we had lamb and rice again for dinner,

with candles glowing...

We got out the rest of the seed cake to eat

as this week we are calling "Hobbit Week" as we are re-reading

The Lord of the Rings. 

The unbloggable things are progressing in good ways from 

what we can tell but is still in work in progress.

We are hopeful for some good to come out of this HARD

and I trust that God will help to this end.

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I am thinking a lot of Alana,

eleven years of blogging and no one can ever dream that one day

one will wake up and find out that one's Husband has

terminal cancer.

It's one of my biggest fears, I think a fear of many of us

who are blessed to be in good marriages.

But our times are in God's hands and I have a lot of hope

for Alana to get through this, though it rend one's heart in half. 

You can go to her husband's obituary via her blog.

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Well, tomorrow Mr Husband and I hope to do a lot of resting

and Tolkien reading.

I am going to make DV Trader Joe's Veggie Marsala Burgers for lunch

and it will be quiet day, we hope, with quietness.

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I think so often on how blessed it is to have ordinary days

and Jane Kenyon's poem Otherwise comes to mind:

Otherwise by Jane Kenyon: 

I got out of bed

on two strong legs.

It might have been

otherwise. I ate

cereal, sweet

milk, ripe, flawless

peach. It might

have been otherwise.

I took the dog uphill

to the birch wood.

All morning I did

the work I love.

At noon I lay down

with my mate. It might

have been otherwise.

We ate dinner together

at a table with silver

candlesticks. It might

have been otherwise.

I slept in a bed

in a room with paintings

on the walls, and

planned another day

just like this day.

But one day, I know,

it will be otherwise.

~Jane Kenyon

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and I think of this one of Jane for Alana and her loss...

Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon: 

Let the light of late afternoon 

shine through chinks in the barn, moving   

up the bales as the sun moves down. 

Let the cricket take up chafing   

as a woman takes up her needles   

and her yarn. Let evening come. 

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned   

in long grass. Let the stars appear 

and the moon disclose her silver horn. 

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.   

Let the wind die down. Let the shed   

go black inside. Let evening come. 

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop   

in the oats, to air in the lung   

let evening come. 

Let it come, as it will, and don’t   

be afraid. God does not leave us   

comfortless, so let evening come. 

~ Jane Kenyon