Sunday, March 31, 2019

I HAD TOO MUCH TO DREAM LAST NIGHT



I am up at the ungodly hour of 4:29 a.m. this morning because I had too much to dream last night.

It was a beautiful dream.

It was a painful dream.

I woke up in a cold sweat.

Missing my husband.

Facing the finality of a physical death in the stark cold dawn ...

Saturday, March 30, 2019

COWBOY COOKIES Recipe



I love cookies, and I love cowboys. So this recipe is the perfect cookie for me :-D

I make these cookies using an ice cream scoop to drop them on the baking sheet. That significantly decreases the output, but to me it is worth it to have a larger cookie ;-) An ice cream scoop will make about 4 dozen cookies – significantly smaller output than the original recipe promises.

If you stick to the recipe, you will get a larger batch of smaller sized cookies.

COWBOY COOKIES Recipe ~ Makes 11 dozen cookies

2 c. sifted Flour * 1 tsp. baking Soda * ½ tsp. Salt * ½ tsp. Baking Powder * 1 c. Shortening * 1 c. granulated Sugar * 1 c. Brown Sugar (firmly packed) * 2 Eggs * 2 c. rolled Oats * 1 tsp. Vanilla * 1 pkg. semisweet Chocolate Chips

Sift flour, soda, salt, and baking powder together; set aside.

Blend shortening and sugars together:


Add eggs – beat until light and fluffy.

Add flour mixture, oats, vanilla, and chips. Blend well:


Dough will be crumbly. Drop by teaspoons onto greased baking sheet:

I baked a dozen, and put the rest in the freezer to solidify before bagging/freezing them in dozen size portions for future enjoyment.

If you use an ice cream scoop be sure to space the cookies pretty far apart on the baking sheet – they will spread.

Bake at 350-degrees for 15 minutes. Cool on wire rack.

Friday, March 29, 2019

THUNDERBUMPERS

 This morning I woke up feeling ambitious, and a little repentant too, so I called my sister Iris just to see how she is doing, say "Hi - I love you", and to get the call into action before my day got away from me again. I had been meaning to call her for the past 2 weeks, but life crowded that out with the plumber and construction stuff going on and the guys coming and going whenever they pleased with no set schedule - kinda puts a kabash on your days and forces you to put everything else on a back burner while you sit around twiddling your thumbs hoping they show: sometimes they do, more often than not, they don't. But what are you gonna do? You wait. And wait; and wait some more before they finally show and do the jobs they were hired weeks ago to do.

And most currently I intended to call her Wednesday, but my ex-SIL, who is still a close friend, and her cousin Pam, who is also an old friend, schemed to get me out of the house and back into the social world ... and that ate up Wednesday. But it was necessary, and it was a fun time.



Yesterday, as soon as I woke up and poured my 1st cup of coffee, I set to work plotting my garden bed plantings, and that literally took all day. I do rotation gardening because I do organic gardening - no pesticides, no 'extra' anythings ... just garden soil, seeds and/or organic transplants, and soil building practices. I have gardened this way for 40 years, and it works for me. I also do companion planting, so my garden beds are planned very carefully and charted every year. It is time consuming, but having a healthy and productive garden is worth it. This is what I charted for this season; the seeds and transplants have been ordered, and as soon as they start arriving the plans will be set in motion.

And our grave stones arrived yesterday - Bob's being set in place in August. So yesterday was not a good day to call anyone; I was on shaky ground most of yesterday anticipating the emotional upheaval of the stones' arrival ...



But this morning, before I even got out of bed, I reached for the phone and called Iris. I like Iris - I have known about her most of my life, but it wasn't until recently that I have been able to actually talk to her and get to know her: this would make Bob happy for me because I have talked about her and wondered about her our entire married life. If Bob were here, he would be happy that we are finally connecting. And it goes without mentioning, that I am extremely happy :-D My youngest sister did a 23andme DNA test this winter and Iris popped up as sister ... so Carla immediately called me and said, "Are you sitting down?" And I said, "Should I be?" Then she said, "I found her! I found Iris." And one thing led to another, and now we are communicating. I have never had an older sister before - I have always been the oldest sister in my immediate family, so this is kinda exciting for me as well as an answer to prayer ;-)

After Iris and I were finished shooting the breeze, I heard the birds happily chirping and noticed the bright sunshine streaming in through the livingroom windows as I came down the hallway, so I put coffee on while I dressed. Then grabbing a cup of coffee and heading outdoors, I got busy cleaning up the breezeway under the carport so that when the guys come to paint the exterior of the house in a few weeks I will not be running around like a chicken with it's head cut off trying to get it done in a few hours; this morning I took my time neatly moving stuff into the shed ... another thing I didn't get to this Fall because I refused to leave Bob in the hospitals alone - he took precedence over home maintenance as far as I am concerned. And Candy can be damned.

Anyway.

Today the breezeway got cleaned, stuff got put away, and/or rearranged - like the garden cages that will be put to use before the house painting gets under way, so they stayed where they were and will be out of the way in a week or so.

And while I was puttering around, I repotted my miniature rose bushes that I didn't get to the last 2 years because the year 1 flew by with interior remodeling eating up the time; we weren't home a a lot due to the dust which played hell with my asthma - we spent most of that year holed up in a hotel waiting for the house to get done. And anyone reading my Blog knows what happened last summer - which ended with my husband's death.

But the Mini Roses got repotted this morning - with returning geese honking and winging their way home across the sky overhead; as well as the yellow Parrot Tulips; and the Chrysanthemums I thought were truly dead (aside from being set out last Fall before Bob went into hospitals, they got NO attention at all - not even a quick watering) delighted me with unexpected new growth that was hidden under the thick leaf mulch - so they got cleaned up too instead of being trashed.

The yellow mini rose that Bob gave me needed severe pruning back, so I pray I did not kill it! That would kill me, I'm sure ...



Those tasks done, I pulled my over-wintered Geraniums from under the front porch (where they normally line the stairs and porch railing Spring & Summer) and started cleaning those up by pulling dead leaves, clipping dead growth, and refreshing the potting soil:



But when it was time to water everything repotted and refreshed, the water faucet started freaking out! So I shot a brief video of it and zipped it off to Alex to see if we can fix it ourselves - or do I need to call plumber Bob again.

Getting this house up to speed is gonna bankrupt me ...



Well, I had to use the faucet; leaking like a breached Dam or not, to water my over-wintered plants, so a LOT of water was wasted - but what's a gal to do? The plants needed water ...



And not even 20 minutes later thunderbumpers showed up:



And hail followed.

So I pulled my tender-shoot-rejuvenating geraniums back from the slashing ice balls ...



The hail viciously pelted everything for about half an hour before it stopped and rain began. 

With the steady falling rain, this would be a good time to have my rain barrels hooked back up, but that is not going to happen until the house is painted the end of April/first of May :-(

Thursday, March 28, 2019

GRATEFUL FOR OLD FRIENDS



I am so thankful for old friends that stick through the thin or thick of life.

I knew of Cheryl and Pam in school in Cathlamet … they are both several years older than I am, so I only saw them in passing.

When I married my husband in 1974, I got to know Cheryl and Pam: Cheryl was Bob’s SIL and Pam is her cousin, and was at Cheryl and Ralph’s house a lot. All of our kids are roughly the same age – Cheryl’s girls – Denise, is 3 years older than our daughter, and Brenda was born 2 weeks before our daughter was born; Pam’s son, Spencer, is 6 months older than our daughter. They all went to school together until life paths’ took unplanned turns and we all drifted apart. Periodically we would all converge again at various points in our busy lives and at various locations around Longview we all happened to be at times.

But each time our busy lives converged and we ran into each other, it was like time had stood still and we picked up where we had left off.

After Bob left this planet, Cheryl and Pam refused to leave me alone with my thoughts and upturned life – they faithfully came to visit me, and Cheryl called every day – even though I has specifically told everyone that I wanted time alone for a while. They were not intrusive … just loving. And I was not even aware that I needed what they were giving. But they were aware: they were not strangers to the kind of grieving that only death can bring. I, on the other hand had always avoided death; but I could not avoid my husband’s physical death. And they would not allow me to live in my head. They gently and lovingly prodded me back to life. When my birthday arrived 15 days after Bob’s graduation to a higher level of life, and 4 days following the bleakest Christmas ever, Cheryl and Mike stopped by briefly to bring me a box of home-baked goodies that tasted heavenly and soothed my broken heart – Pam sent her love with them to ferry to me.

Yesterday they pulled me back into a social life for 4-1/2 hours … quietly and small scale, but so necessary, and so welcome. Again, I didn’t know I needed it. But they knew. And I am grateful.

I am grateful for friends that never give up when the going gets rough.

I am grateful for friends that give love so unselfishly and so abundantly.

I am grateful for old friends that share my memories and are not afraid to speak my husband’s name openly and freely for fear they might make me cry – I may always cry when memories prick my thoughts, but I want people to say Bob’s name out loud.

I am grateful for friends who remind me that life goes on – especially an interrupted life.

I am grateful for friends that understand feeling alone when I am surrounded by friends is okay: they “get it”. And it doesn’t make them uncomfortable or twitchy.

I am grateful that Elohim brought us together so many decades ago, and keeps us together through all the twists and turns of our lives to date.

Good friends are hard to come by – steadfast friends are a rarity and a true blessing.

I pray I am worthy and can, in turn, be a blessing to them.

PINK/PURPLE GRANNY LAPGHAN SQUARES


I have been working on these colorful squares for a few days, and today I am going to piece them together in rows.



I don’t know if I will get the entire lapghan pieced together before Sunday, but I am going to give it a good try ;-)

And at Monday’s Craft Meet, I will finish it up with a cheery yellow edging. All together, and finished, this lapghan should be pretty bright and cheerful.

The perfect donation item for a dreary hospital setting :-D I will post a pic of the finished item later on.

I am using the same squares’ design as the previous lapghan I recently finished, but again – I am putting them together in my own design so the square count in MOD PINK/PURPLE GRANNY LAPGHAN will not be the same as the square count/placement in this original pattern; I am using only the square stitches in my lapghan squares because it is light and airy – perfect for Spring: https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2019/03/mod-jade-flower-granny-square-lapghan.html

THE BOOK OF ROMANS ~Chapter 12



Brethren, I urge you, therefore, because of Elohim’s compassion, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy an acceptable to Elohei. That would be a reasonable service. Do not live according to the fashions of the times, but be transformed from within by the renewing of your minds. Try to prove in practice what is the will of Elohei, and what is good, acceptable and perfect.

Through the grace that has been given me, I want to tell each of you not to think too highly of himself, but rather to be sober minded and to judge himself by the amount of Faith that Elohim has given him.  In a body there are many parts, and all those parts do not have the same work to do. So also in the Church, though we are many, we form 1 body in Mashiach, each one of us being a part of the whole and mutually dependent on the other parts. Each one of us, then, is different and has special talents according to the grace that was given to us. If, for example, our gift is prophecy, let us use it according to the measure of our faith. Or if the gift is some ministry, then faithfulness in that ministry is required; if it is teaching, then this talent must be used. IN the same way, the speaker must exhort, the giver must give without display, the office-holder must be faithful, and the charity-worker must do his work with cheerfulness.

Let your love be sincere. You must abhor what is wicked and hold fast to what is good. Be affectionate towards one another in brotherly love, each one eager to show honor to another. Don’t let your zeal slow down; be afire with The Ruach; serve Adonai Yeshua. Rejoice in your hope; be steadfast in time of trouble; keep on praying. Help the saints in their need; always practice hospitality.

Bless those who persecute you. Do not curse them, but bless them. Rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep. Live in harmony together. Avoid being haughty; mingle with the lowly; don’t be conceited. Repay no one evil for evil; do what is right in the sight of all men.

Friends, do not seek revenge, but let Elohei handle it, for it is written, “Vengeance belongs to Me, and I will repay, says Adonai.” But rather do this – feed your enemy if he is hungry; give him something to drink if he is thirsty. For in doing so you will heap coals of fire on his head. Do not let evil conquer you, but you must conquer evil with good.



Saturday, March 23, 2019

GETTING 'ER DONE

Yesterday was a very busy day here - the house seemed to have revolving doors from noon until early evening. First off, I ran into town every 25 minutes from 9 a.m. until noon and grabbed bags of soil to get all the newer planter boxes filled to capacity: now I just have to order seed and plants to fill them with ...





Then around noon, Bob - the plumber for Cascade Plumbing and Construction called to say he and his crew was coming out to do the work he was hired to do 2 weeks ago:





As soon as they completed their jobs - was paid and drove off - Shane called to tell me he was dropping by to paint the patched ceilings ...



Shane will be coming back next week to do the LED canned lights' patchwork, and to give me an estimate on painting the exterior of the house; I am glad he is agreeable to do these things because getting up high on a ladder does not appeal to me at this stage in my life ... and I received a notice in the mail this morning that Space Rent is going up again - and Candy will be doing a walkabout around the houses in the Park the middle of April to check them all over and issuing notices out to who will need to maintain property better/repair things that need repairing/and paint exteriors that need painting. I already know our home will get a notation: the previous owners painted it well enough to sell it, but it was a slip-shod job and really needs to be done by a professional that will prep it correctly and use paint that will last 10 years or so before it starts showing signs of wear-and-tear. Shane is already painting another house here in the Park, so he agreed to do it if I am agreeable - I am. It will need to be done, and he is available; finding a house painter is not as easy as people think it will be because most painting companies only want contracts with businesses, hotel chains, ect., that bring in the big bucks and turn their noses up at private homeowners - been down that road before with our 2 previous homes.

I just want my house painted to hold up for at least 10 years, and I have the $$$$ now (this was a very GOOD income tax return) - I may not have it next year, and for sure I cannot do the job myself; so this seems like the time to get it done. I pretty much know Candy is going to insist I get it done even though Tessa's house next door is a slimy black mold mess and needs immediate attention and a paint job desperately, Candy has refused to tackle that issue as she has for the past 19 months: little hitler will focus on our home instead on her walkabout with clipboard in hand and sour scowl on her face; even though it really is okay for a few years yet. And I am willing to lay money down, that she will studiously avoid even looking - or walking around - Tessa's house.

I worked like a dog yesterday morning - lifting, hauling, and shoveling soil nonstop except to run back into town for more - the backs of my legs and shoulders/neck muscles are still burning this morning, my dogs (feet) are still barking, and my tail is still dragging. But it is the pain of accomplishment ;-)

I managed to face the task without tearing up or crying all day while I filled the remaining planter boxes my husband built for me last August before our lives were drastically altered and he stepped off this planet in December 2018. To be truthful, I was not sure I could actually use them because I miss my gentle giant so much; and seeing the boxes remind me of his sexy smile and thoughtful loving ways; and the veggies went into the meals I prepared for us all year long. So I was a little apprehensive tackling the chore. But as I went about completing the task before the rain began to fall in earnest, I swear I could sense Bob's presence at my elbow smiling and encouraging me :-) I still need to buy seed and plants.



This is the first time in 44 years I will be gardening without sharing its success with my husband ... or planning/charting my plantings without him in mind too.

Thursday, March 21, 2019

THE BOOK OF ROMANS ~Chapter 11


I love this chapter of Scripture because it speaks specifically to the salvation of Israel.

The salvation of Israel is no longer taught in churches in America today – vineyard heresy and Biblical ignorance has taken root and spread like wildfire through church leadership and splinter groups. Many, many people are being led astray and are willingly allowing themselves to be spiritually brainwashed by the religion of self-worship and rock concert style ‘fellowship’.

That is a sad commentary to the times in which Christians now live: Christians are not welcome in the world or the church, which mimics the world so much it is hard to tell where the world lets off … or if it has been shaken off.

A church that preaches vineyard heresy will always announce that ‘God is done with Israel and the church has taken Israel’s place’. Obviously that mindset is in direct contradiction to today’s Scripture study …


THE BOOK OF ROMANS ~Chapter 11

Again, I ask had Elohim rejected His People? Elohei forbid! I, too, am an Israelite. I am a descendant of Abraham and a member of the tribe of Benjamin. No, Elohim has not disowned His own People who He has chosen. Don’t you know what the Scripture says about Elijah, how he pleaded with Elohim against Israel? “Adonai,” he said, “they have killed Your prophets and broken down Your altars. I alone am left and they seek to take my life.” But what did Elohim say to him in reply? “I still have 7000 men,” He said. “They are reserved for Myself and not one of them has bent a knee to Baal” (Kings 19:10).

It is this way today, too. A remnant has been saved, chosen by grace. So if it is by grace, then it is not all by works. Otherwise, grace would not be grace, for, in that case, works would not be works.

Now what? What Israel was seeking, they did not get. Only the chosen remnant got it, while the rest were hardened. Scripture also says, Elohei gave them an attitude of stupor, eyes that are blind and ears that are deaf, even to this day” (Isaiah 29:10).And David said, “Let their feasting be to them a snare, a trap, a stumbling block, and a punishment. Let their eyes be dimmed, so that they may not see, and keep their backs bent forever” (Psalm 69:22).

I ask, then, have they stumbled and fallen away entirely? May that never be! On the contrary, by their offense salvation has come to the Gentiles, too, so as to provoke the Jews to jealousy. And again, if their transgression has made the world richer and their defeat has made the Gentiles richer, how much more good would their full consecration do!

Now, I am speaking to you who are Gentiles. As an apostle to the Gentiles, I attach great importance to my ministry. Also, if in any way I can thereby awaken my own people to interest, at least some of them may be saved. True, their rejection has meant the reconciliation of the world, so what will their final acceptance mean, unless it be life from the dead? If the first part of the dough is made holy, then the whole lump is holy; and if the root of a tree is dedicated to holiness, then the branches are also holy.

Suppose, now, that some of the branches have been broken off and that you, a wild olive shoot, have been grafted in as one of them; then you have a share in the root and the fatness of that olive tree. So do not start to boast over against the other branches. Remember, if you should boast against them, then you do not support the root but the root supports you.

But rather say, “Some branches were broken off so that I might be grafted in. Very well, they are broken off because of lack of faith. So you must not be proud; you ought rather to be fearful, for if Elohim did not spare the tree’s own natural branches, neither will He spare you. Carefully consider both Elohim’s kindness and severity. His severity is against those who fell away, and His kindness is towards you, but only so long as you continue in His grace; otherwise you, too, will be cut off. They also will be grafted back in again if they do not continue in their unbelief, for Elohim can graft them in again. You were taken from an olive tree, wild by nature; and contrary to nature, you were grafted upon a tame olive tree. How much easier it will be to graft the natural branches back into their parent olive tree.

Now, brethren, there is a mystery of which I do not want you to be ignorant, for otherwise you might think too highly of yourselves. It is this – a hardening has come upon Israel in part, and it will last until the full number of the Gentiles has been called in. So Israel will be saved, according to the Scripture prophecy, “The Saviour will come out of Zion. He will rid Jacob of his ungodliness. Yes, this will be My Covenant with them, when I take away their sins,” (Isaiah 59:20-21 & Jeremiah 31:33).

 As regards the Gospel, they are indeed considered the enemies of Elohim, on your account; but as regards election, they are still beloved on their fathers’ account. For the gifts and calling of Elohim are unchangeable.

You were once disobedient to Elohei, but now you have had mercy shown you because of their disobedience. Just as they, too, though now disobedient, may have mercy shown them because of the mercy shown you. For Elohim has reckoned that all men are disobedient, so that He may show mercy to all.

Oh, how inexhaustible are the riches of Elohei’s wisdom and knowledge! How unsearchable are His judgements, and how untraceable are His ways! For who has ever known the thoughts of Adonai, and who has ever been His counselor? Or who was ever the first to give to Him in order to have Him pay back? For everything comes from Him – everything exists through Him; and everything exists for Him!

To Him be the glory forever! Amen.


Wednesday, March 20, 2019

ENERGIZED

This morning I woke up energized, so I drove into town to drop off the huge bag of donation items I worked on all of last month and this month to date ... 3 lapghans, 50 baby hospital hats, & 10 children's chemo hats (hated doing that! So sad they are needed ...); then I stopped at Lowe's to return the toilet fixtures I bought last month and won't need now that I broke down and hired a plumber to come in and fix what needs fixing.

While at Lowe's, I also bought 2 large bags of Miracle Grow soil to begin filling the planter boxes with. Man! Those bag were heavy - so I got one of the garden center fellas to help me load them onto the cart and into my car ... and prayed like crazy all the way back home that I would be able to wrestle them out of the car and into the wheelbarrow, and then dump them into the boxes. If they were dry there would have been no problem, but they had been out in the rain and were saturated, so they weighed 3x their purported weight. Well, I did manage to wrestle them out of the back end of the car and into the wheelbarrow where the bag had to be balanced 'just right' so I didn't spill it out wobbling it over the river rock to the planter box I was aiming for: I only filled each box filled 1/2 full because it seemed more encouraging to me to do it that way; I will go back into town later on and get a few more bags and top the boxes then, but today I needed to feel accomplished, so half full boxes fit the bill today:



Boxes filled to today's specifications, and filling accomplished on that score, I decided to tidy up the other planter boxes we filled to capacity last year and finished with that task, I tackled pulling weeds and yanking grass clumps out of the river rock and lava rock in the back yard (sorry about the audio: struggling a little to breathe; I was born with weak lungs) ...



3 hours of steady work outside in breezy 80-degree weather was a lift to my heart today. I honestly did not know if I would be able to complete the goal of dealing with the planter boxes because those 2 I filled 1/2 full are 2 of the last 6 Bob built for me before all hell broke loose in August which led to his death in December - but I DID IT without a single tear or sudden gripping of my heart.

And I swear I could feel him at my elbow smiling that sexy smile of his and encouraging me with every shake of that bag as the soil spilled out.

I hope I feel him close to me tonight, and smiling with encouragement when I try to move later on. LOL! The backs of my legs are burning and my butt muscles are aching. But it is good pain.

And it beats crying all day long.

Bob would want me to start getting busy again with the stuff I used to do - and with stuff we used to do together: haven't reached that point yet, but I will.

Because he had faith in me that I would.

And I need to, to heal my broken heart.


Tuesday, March 19, 2019

MOD JADE FLOWER GRANNY SQUARE LAPGHAN

This pattern is not one of my own, though the design of the squares and how they are pieces together is my own design.

Finished MOD JADE FLOWER LAPGHAN
JADE FLOWER vine of the Philippines. My inspiration ;-)

I will post the original pattern titled, “Baby Granny” as it was originally printed waaaaay back in the 1980’s, with notation of original yarn used which you will have to research and substitute because it is no longer being made: but I made MOD Lapghan using worsted weight yarns and patterned it after the Philippine Jade Flower vine one day when I was really missing my handsome little 4 year old Filipino grandson – so I went online to see what type of flowers grew in the Philippines and was captivated by the pretty Jade Flower vine … and I just happened to have the right color yarns in my cache too, so I worked a design around the flower and the yarn:

Squared pieces being pieced together

This lapghan is another hospital donation item – I want my donation items to be bright and cheerful because the hospital can be such a depressing place. I designed my lapghan around a quilt pattern placement which differs from the original pattern granny squares placement, so my count of total squares designed was also different – and that is okay ;-) The original pattern is simply a stitch pattern … use it as a guide and design your own finished item: or stick to the original if you wish :-D

==BABY GRANNY

Materials: Winsome Yarn by Bucilla – 8 oz. White (A) & 4 oz. EA of Delft Blue (B) and Tapestry Pink (C); crochet hook #F; yarn needle

Gauge: 1 square = 4-1/4 inches

Method: Number 1 Square – Rnd 1 (right side): With B ch 4, join with a slip st in first ch to forma ring, ch 4, work 1 dc in ring, *ch 2 for corner, work a shell of – 1 dc, ch1, 1 dc – in ring; repeat from * twice more, ch 2, join with sl st in 3rd ch of ch 4; 4 hells with ch 2 spaces at each of 4 corner.

Rnd 2: Ch 1, turn, sl st into ch 2 space, ch 4, 1 dc in same space, ch 2 for corner, work shell of – 1 dc, ch1, 1 dc – in same space, *ch 1, skip next shell, work – 1 shell, ch 2 for corner, 1 shell – all in next ch 2 space; rpt from * twice more, ch 1, join with sl st in 3rd ch of ch 4; 8 shells and 4 corner spaces. Fasten off.

Rnd 3: Turn, join A with sl st in any ch 2 corner space, ch 4, 1 dc in same space, ch 2, work 1 shell in same space, * ch 1, skip next shell, work 1 shell in next ch 1 space, ch 1, skip next shell, work 1 shell, ch 2, 1 shell in next corner space; rpt from * twice more, ch 1, skip next shell, work 1 shell in next ch 1 space, ch 1, join with a sl st in 3rd ch or ch 4; 12 shells and 4 corner spaces. Fasten off A.

Rnd 4: Turn, join B with sl st in any h-2 corner space ch 4, 1 dc in same space, ch 2, 1 shell in same space, + *ch 1, skip next shell, work 1 shell in next ch 1 space *; rpt between *’s once more, ch 1, skip next shell, work 1 shell, ch 2, 1 shell in next corner space; rpt from + twice more, rpt between *’s twice, ch 1, join with a sl st in 3rd ch of ch 4; 16 shells with 4 corner spaces. Fasten off B.

Rnd 5: Turn, join A with sl st to any ch-2 corner space, ch 4, 1 dc in same space, ch 2, 1 shell in same space, + rpt between *’s of rnd 4, 3 times, ch 1, skip 1 shell, work 1 shell, ch 2, 1 shell in next corner space; rpt from + twice more, rpt between *’s of rnd 4, 3 times, ch 1, join with sl st in 3rd ch of ch 4; 20 shells and 4 corner spaces. Fasten off A. Make 31 Number 1 Squares in all.

Number 2 Square – Work same as Number 1 Square, but work Rnds 1, 2, and 4 with C; Rnds 3 & 5 with A. Make 32 Number 2 Squares in all.

Finishing: Arrange squares alternately (Number 1 Square-Number 2 Square-Number 1 square, ect.: 7 across & 9 down), keeping seams as elastic as crochet fabric, from right side sew squares together with color A, using and overhand st and sewing through single top loop of each square, leaving inner loops free to show on each side of se

CUFFED STRETCHY RIBBED HOSPITAL BABY HAT Pattern



Is a gorgeous day and the sky is robin-egg-blue with sparse thin clouds in the far distance. Birds are chirping and it feels like Spring is quietly settling in: last night, about 8:30 p.m., while walking home from a Craft Meet at the Club House it was pleasantly warm at 70-degrees – it felt good. And it was difficult to remember that surprise snowflakes were falling just a short week and a half ago!

I am still recovering from my bout with influenza, and while not contagious, I am still a bit weak and wheezing – but at least I have a full-up inhaler now (I finally broke down and had a friend drive me into ER a few days ago), so breathing is not so difficult or painful anymore. And another friend dropped of a 2-pack DayQuil/NiteQuil the other day which helps with the coughing. Hopefully sometime this week this thing will move along and pester someone else:


While I have been laid up this past month, I worked up some more little baby hospital hats. I had been saving a horde of baby fingering yarn that Bob found for me a few years ago at a Bazaar event we were participating at in Winlock, but since none of our granddaughters 28, 23, and 21 feel inclined to give us great-grandchildren to carry our bloodline into the next generation; and our grandson is only 4 years old and I will be with Bob in the great celestial city beyond the clouds by the time he reaches maturity, there seems to be no real point to continue hoarding the yarn … and making these little hats for the hospital donation foundation would make Bob smile if he were here.

This little hat pattern is not one of my own … I found it doing an internet search for hospital donation items. If I am going to spend countless hours making a donation item for a needy purpose, I want it to be something that will actually be appreciated and used. This little ribbed hat is an item hospitals across the USA ask for and recipients enjoy :-D

I am posting the original pattern without any changes whatsoever; and I am adding pictures of my work as I followed the pattern:

Cuffed Stretchy Ribbed Newborn Hat (worked in the round)
(sized for normal weight newborn baby)

Sport-weight Yarn
Size 6 double pointed needles

Cast on 68 stitches, placing stitches on 3 dpns (24, 20, 24). Join in the round.**


Work Knit 2, Purl 2 ribbing for 6 inches.

Start decreasing:
*Knit 2 together, Purl 2 together* repeat from * for the entire round.
(34 stitches on needles now)

Knit one round.

Knit 2 together around.
(17 stitches on needles now)

Knit one round.

Knit 2 together around.
(9 stitches remaining, including the one stitch left over)

Cut yarn about 6 inches from knitting, then attach yarn needle. Sew the yarn through all 9 stitches, then pull tight.


Thread needle to the inside of the hat, then weave in loose ends.

Give your stretchy hat to the hospital!

STRETCHY BABY HOSPITAL HAT AS IT WOULD LOOK ON BABY
STRETCHY BABY HOSPITAL HAT - CROWN VIEW

Thursday, March 14, 2019

THE BOOK OF ROMANS ~Chapter 10

This chapter has been used by many self-righteous and arrogantly ignorant  Christians to defame and smear Jews, as well as the nation of Israel.

In doing so, those use Scripture as a battering ram and a whip of malice are themselves becoming the very thing that Paul is making a point of pointing out …

NO WHERE in Scriptures does it ever say that Elohim rejects the Jews. N.o.w.h.e.r.e. It does, however, state that Elohim rejects those who do not acknowledge HIM and those that think doing good deeds and adhering to a rigid set of rules will gain them entrance into paradise without accepting the atoning blood of The Lamb which covers them with grace and sanctifies them by faith – and that is a warning to everyone: Jew or Gentile.

Do not attempt to read more into Scripture than there is written clearly. In doing so, many have erred from the straight and narrow and gone down that long and twisting road of heresy and perdition. Be sure always to read Scripture in context – that is why I post Scripture as it follows, by chapter and verse – to be understood correctly.


THE BOOK OF ROMANS ~Chapter 10

Brethren, it is my heart’s desire and my prayer to Elohim for Israel, that they may be saved. That they have a zeal for Elohim, I know from experience, but they lack certain knowledge. They are densely ignorant about Elohim’s Way of justification and, while they try to earn justification in their own way, they will not submit to Elohim’s Way of becoming justified. The end of the struggle for justification by Law is Mashiach, and it comes to everyone who believes in Him.

Moshe does not say, concerning justification by law, that if a man does what The Law commands, he will live. But the way of getting justification by Faith is different. It speaks thus: “Do not say in your heart, ‘Who shall go up to Heaven?’ – that is, to bring Mashiach down; or, ‘Who shall descend int o Hell?’ – this is, to bring Him back from the dead.” But what does it say? It says, “The Word is near you, in your mouth, and in your heart.” That is The Word of Faith which we preach. “If you will say with your mouth that Yeshua is Lord, and believe in your heart that Elohei has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.” For with the heart we believe to righteousness, and with the mouth we make confession to salvation. For it is said in Scripture, “No one who believes in Him shall be put to shame.”

In this there is no difference between the Jew and the Gentile. They all have the same Lord, and He bestows His riches upon all who call on Him. And everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved.

But how can people call on Him in whim they have not believed? And how can they believe in One of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without a preacher? And how can they preach unless they are sent to do it? Scripture says, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach good news!” (Isaiah 52:7).

Still, they have not all accepted the glad news, even as Isaiah said, “lord, who has believed our message?” So, faith comes by hearing a message, and the message must be from the Word of Mashiach. Now, I ask, have the people not heard? Yes, indeed they have. “Their voices were heard in the whole earth, and their words to the very ends of the inhabitable world” (Psalm 19:4). And again I ask, did not Israel understand? I will let Moshe answer first. He says, “I will let a people that is not a nation make you jealous, and I will let a foolish people make you angry” (Deuteronomy 32:21). And next, let Isaiah speak. He is very bold when he says, “I have been found by some who were not looking for me, and have made Myself known to some who were not seeking to know Me”; But about Israel, He says, “All day long I have stretched out my hands to a disobedient and obstinate People!” (Isaiah 65:1 & 2).