UNEXPECTED

 

It was raining this morning when I set out for my exercise hour in Castle Rock. I stopped at Baker’s Corner for a quick breakfast bite … and at Mr. Bill’s Espresso Shack for a Peppermint-flavored Latte.

I noticed when I was getting into the Highlander at Baker’s Corner, that I could see a whole line of housing. Clearly. I remember thinking that the construction going on at the end of Schneiter Dr. (across from Willow Grove Road) must have really taken off the past two weeks: those buildings I was looking at looked pretty established in such a short period of time.

As I was sitting in line at Mr. Bill’s, the preverbal {light bulb} went on in my sluggish morning brain, and I thought, “the house is gone! That’s the change”. I had been looking at established buildings earlier in Baker’s Corner parking lot – I could see them clearly because the house surrounded by trees was no longer blocking them.

The house is gone! The ground has been leveled ... it's a good bet another low-income apartment complex is going in for biden's illegals (the ones he’s promised $450,000 a head, to).

I don’t know who is buying all the land in this neck of WA … but I’m willing to lay money down, that the money trail leads directly to barak hussain obama, and joe biden.

New apartment buildings have been going up all over Longview, from one end to the other; and in other demonrat controlled counties too.

I started getting mad. Americans don’t get a free pass to invade other countries and ignore their laws. Americans don’t get set up in cushy living quarters just because they breathe … and if biden is going to fork out $450, 000 to parents who have had their children lost – or stolen – and their entire familial background erased from them due to government screwups, I want my $450,000. The public school system, funded, staffed, and supplied by government henchmen/henchwomen brainwashed my daughter when she was 9 years old, and stole her from me from she was 16 years: for 25 years, I never knew where she was, or more recently … what her new name is (I heard through the grapevine she has changed it – along with her gender). All due of government intrusions and screwups that led to permanent seperation from me.

If biden is going to “make things right”, he can start making things right with American parents that the demonrats have shafted. Money can’t undo the damage the demonrats have created and caused, but if he can fork out big bucks to known terrorist sectors of society, and illegal aliens just because they breathe … he can fork some my way for the mental anguish and soul-searing pain his hellish political party has inflicted on my life: my life has been shattered beyond repair, due to the poisoned political propaganda clinton, obama, and biden has been preaching for decades.

When my latte was ready, and paid for, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that muddy empty lot – or get out of town fast enough.

But there were more unexpected events unfolding.

Turning onto Coal Creek Road, I saw that there had been more recent arson activity:

More arson ... the sirens never stop. This is a steady occurrence since the obama-biden coup, 11 months ago.

And a bit further up the road, around the first bend, I sat out ten minutes with my hazard lights flicking (I didn’t want to be ass-ended by a speeding car unaware of the deer activity): two full size deer were pacing back and forth in the roadway before finally making the decision to meander off the left bank side.

Coal Creek Road ...

The drive over Delameter Road; and exercise in Castle Rock, was lively and filled with good-natured ribbing and lots of laughter – I enjoy that hour. And I’m really glad that they’ve decided to snub insleeze and get on with life: life isn’t life if you’re not enjoying it.

On a hunch as I was leaving Castle Rock, I decided to drive the other end of town and see if Pleasant Hill Road had been opened up. I miss driving that road. As I came out of the corner and into the straight stretch, I whooped and veered off onto Pleasant Hill Road: it was open again!

What a nice unexpected surprise 😊

A 1-lane bridge was put in - it took the better part of a year for the county hired help, to do this little bit of nothing.

The collapsed culvert on Pleasant Hill Road, which had the road closed for 11 months.

I enjoyed the reopened backroad drive.

When I got back home, I barely had time to get inside the house before my neighbor across the way was on my porch with mail the mailman had misplaced. Most were bills already paid … but one envelope stood out.

And staring at the Name addressed – and contents noted; my blood began to boil.

More government screwup. 

More mental anguish.

More unexpected upheaval.

WTF; Bob will never 'qualify'.

I am six days away from the 3^rd year of Bob’s physical death.

I really do not need this thoughtless and cruel reminder.

Coffee was not going to be strong enough – I grabbed my coat and purse and drove back into town: the large white envelope on the dining room table, and the rainy day, arson too close to home, and Americans being royally shafted ... ALL of it begging for a relaxing Hot Buttered Rum distraction.

I aimed to please that beg.

Normally I have a hard and fast rule about liquor and anger; DON’T. It doesn’t mix well.

But, then again, widowhood, a looming three-year-death-anniversary, and a shitshow government doesn’t mix well, either. MPO

So, that is how I ended up in the liquor store section of Winco.

Standing in the aisle trying to decide which rum would better suit … I was shocked to see what was stocked next to the bottles of hard liquor.

BABY FORMULA IN THE LIQUOR SECTION OF THE STORE - whose idea was this!

Later, at home; I made a cup of hot buttered rum, lit a candle, read a few chapters of my new read … and hoped, as I rinsed my cup out, for better times ahead.

Please, God. 

I’m not asking for the sun and the moon …

SHAMMES

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEt7I8tM97M)

The ninth candle (the middle candle) in the Hanukkah candelabra is called “the servant candle” because it represents Yeshua, Who is Light – and Who gives light to those seeking illumination. The shammes candle is lit first … then all the other candles are lit on their respective nights, one by one, from left to right.

Tonight, the last Hanukkah Night of 2021, I am going to refer to this shammes candle as “a private detective”.

Why would I do this?

Because this year, I am stepping aside in all areas of my life; and allowing the Ruach Ha’Kodesh to sort through the ruins of my life to strengthen and rebuild my new life, so that when the call comes, I can meet it in full confidence of purpose and promised fulfillment.

Til The Walls fall Down: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PceFpWeJ62o)

In survival mode to get through the hard months of widowhood I built walls around my heart, and my mind; to dull the pain, and blunt the maliciousness thrown my way. 

And those walls erected helped in my healing.

But it's time the walls come down, now.

I am much stronger this year – physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

As the shammes candle is lit, I agree that it is time to step forward and provide assistance to those Elohim puts across my path, as the healing love of Yeshua continues to nourish my soul and restore my spirit; as I have been helped, so I will help.

So help me, God.

Last Night.

“I can do all things through Messiah Yeshua” (Philippians 4:13).

Philippians 4:13

As the first candle is lit, I pray that those who are feeling lost will find their way to The Light that will illuminate their way out of darkness.

As the second candle is lit, I pray that the Ruach Ha’Kodesh will bring the warmth of salvation and/or spiritual renewal to those who feel the chill of bitterness on their bodies, their hearts, and within their souls.

As the third candles is lit, I pray that those who are sorrowful will have their lives/spirits brightened again with the hope and joy that only Yeshua can give them.

As the fourth candles is lit, I pray that creativity and inspiration will once again flourish, despite the oppressive staunching of spirits during this age of covid madness, and era of political upheaval that has everyone at war with each other.

As the fifth candle is lit, I pray that Yeshua’s Light will bring clarity to places of confusion – and reveal truths that need to be known for healing.

As the sixth candle is lit, I pray that the Light’s bright flame will fuel the passions of those wishing to change their lives for the better: thereby improving their small corner of the world for all in their immediate vicinity.

As the seventh candle is lit, I pray that Yeshua’s love light will illuminate the places of brokenness that needs to be healed in ourselves, in others, in the world at large … and be a beacon that propels us forward in the journey to wholeness.

And as the last candle, the eighth wick is lit, I pray that Yeshua, the Light of the world, would brightly shine curative/restorative love upon those souls in conflict – to replace ignorance with knowledge, fear with peace, hatred with understanding … and bolster them with courageous love live Life abundantly with grace, joy, and prosperity.

CANDLES SHINING BRIGHTLY

 

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZUVWZUPPJ4)

I’m at that age where I meet a lot of widows and widowers; and they all say that the holidays can be sad, lonely times – with/without family. We all have generous friends. Some accept invitations … and some, like me, thank our inviting friends … and politely opt to stay at home: the festivities aren’t as much fun without our special someone, no matter how much we love our friends and appreciate their invites: we can’t guarantee that we won’t, at some point, become ‘debbie downers’. We won’t mean to, but it may happen. We might be happy one minute and crying the next as a memory fills our heart. We may want to bolt and run, instead of enjoying the celebratory chumminess. We love our friends. We don’t want to deflate their holiday cheer.

On familiar ground at home, some widows and widowers may cling to old family traditions – or start new ones. I kinda blend the two, but I am noticing this year that a lot of the ‘old’ is not creeping in as it has since 2018: I’m not on auto-pilot this year, and I’m not decking the house out as I did with a husband in house and grandkids underfoot – my holiday décor this year is more solo-lobo-chick pad-style; no frills, just enough to make a splash for anyone dropping by … or glancing in the windows when they drive by.

I kept the handmade wreaths I made for this house, and the holiday doormats I bought in 2017, when we moved in here. I kept the Magen David Stars Bob designed and crafted for me (and moved with us, from our other house). I kept my own decades old tradition of making plastic canvas snowflakes for the windows (I made 15 new ones to hang, because there are more windows here, than at previous houses). And I kept the decade’s old ‘Twelve-Days of Christmas’ tablecloth (because I like the song, and the cloth is colorful 😉). But, everything else has been replaced. I don’t like climbing up a ladder, so the tinsel garlands Bob used to hang for me every Christmas for our 44 years together, no longer happens. The front porch greenery garland, was donated to a Senior Center Garage Sale two months ago – I didn’t want to fight with it this year. The animated musical dancing/sax playing reindeer, and snowman our little grandson got a kick out of, remained boxed up this year; and will probably go to a garage sale table in the coming year. All the other do-dads and frauhahs were bought over the past three holiday seasons without Bob in them: we have to do what we need to do to survive the loss and get through the holiday’s solo lobo.

This year, the holidays are a little more festive; I find myself truly smiling and laughing – more actively enjoying the holiday season. While the winter holiday season will never be the same … that doesn’t mean they can’t be good again.

This Hanukkah, the light of the candelabra shines bright with hope and renewal – each flickering candle wick reminds me that my strength to shine in the midst of the darkness crowding me, comes from the {oil} of Elohim’s power. Yeshua is my Husband now, and His love coupled with the indwelling of the Ruach Ha’Kodesh, will always burn bright – even if I sputter now and then 😉

When I thought my oil reserve had been depleted following my loss, Elohei wrapped me in his love … and surrounded me with people who came alongside me and helped me win the victory over warring sorrow, edging my life 😊

That is an encouraging message.

The miracle of Hanukkah was that a very limited amount of Holy Oil – enough for one day – burned for eight consecutive days, while a fresh batch of oil was being produced.

That flame of selfless sacrifice for the whole, burned steadily to highlight love, restraint, harmony, ambition, devotion, bonding, and receptiveness … from which stem all motivations of the heart.

It was no mere flash of light – but a flame destined to shed unfaltering light, under stressful conditions: as a permanent fixture in our lives.

Sundown.

When I light my candelabra, I touch flame to wick with a thankfulness from my heart for the steadfastness of my God. For the strength of my Husband’s unfaltering love. For the warmth of my stalwart friendship circle, which always increases. And for the comfort of the world leader’s acknowledgement of Jerusalem as the center of Israel.

(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_recognition_of_Jerusalem_as_capital_of_Israel)

That is a lot to be thankful for 😊

So, I toasted the flames of hope that burn bright in the night, with a Pomegranate Seltzer – I saw this pack in the store, and thought I’d give it a try: pomegranates are Israel’s primary icon, coming in second only to the Magen David Star.

Something new ... the Pomegranate-Ginger was not that great.

I was curious, but at 5% alcohol content, I’ll be nursing this thing through the night 😉

IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS

Tonight, is Shabbat; as well as the 6^th night of Hanukkah.

I finished up my Christmas décor this afternoon – it is low-key, and that’s okay.

I did the interior window décor yesterday afternoon … (https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/12/blessings.html), as well as the porches: quick, and easy 😉

Greenery in a Santa Bucket.

Christmas Birdhouse & Pump Planter on Front Porch.

Wreaths hung & door mats laid ... front & carport porches.

This afternoon, I whizzed through the rooms inside … again, quick, and easy. Nothing spectacular, but it embraces the gist of the holiday spirit 😊

I am feeling the holiday charm this year – that’s a good thing; it’s been absent since 2018.

I didn’t want to get overwhelmed, so I just ‘did’ the basics: and observed Hanukkah at sunset.

Low-key Christmas Dining room decor.

Angel Candle.

Center-room fireplace decor.

Plastic canvas snowflakes, porcelain angel, & vanilla scented candle; livingroom windowsill decor.

Tin Angel, porcelain angel, & Sandalwood scented candle.

Spare bathroom decor.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUiHsJrRNGE)

Master bedroom; crochet doorknob wreath.

(https://www.planetjune.com/blog/free-crochet-patterns/mini-wreath-ornament/)

Master bath vanity decor.

Master bath water cache basket for nocturnal water jaunts 😉

Night 6.

The pink-highlighted-clouds showing at the sunset hour appeared to look like snow predicting clouds … and I was right; the phone is showing a snowflake icon for Saturday’s weather prediction.

Sunset - looks like snow is on the way ...

I am taking a new read with me to bed tonight: I just finished a book by this author, so I know it will engage me. And her storylines are not a scary as the titles portray 😉

New Read.

BLESSINGS

This holiday time has been so blessed 😊

I have been able to stand, walk, drive, and enjoy Thanksgiving, this year.

And I have been able to stand, walk, drive, and enjoy Hanukkah this year.

These are blessings – I have not been able to do these things the past 2 years; so, I am rejoicing and thanking Elohim profusely for these blessings.

My leg is doing much better; I have been pampering it, to make sure I would be able to enjoy the holidays this year. I’ve been careful not to inflame that piriformis muscle – pampering seems to be working.

Hanukkah is almost over; this is Night 5 already. 

I started decorating for Christmas this afternoon … and listened to every Christmas CD I have to keep me in the moment/in the mood (I had one shaky moment where I shook off threatening tears: holding Bob’s stars), I was kinda excited about decorating this year: most of the decorating is done, I just have a few things to finish up tomorrow 😉

The first thing I did, was hang the plastic canvas/sparkle yarn snowflakes that I made last winter (I hung18 ct.; spaced across all front-end-windows) ...

https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/01/damages-with-healing-proprieties.html 

Then I hung two of the Magen David Stars that Bob designed and crafted for me in 2015.

The stars are blessings: love gifts ... reminders of my husband’s love for me. I am glad I have them, here.

1 of the Magen David's Star's that Bob deigned and crafted for me, in 2015.

Christmas 2015 on Sparks Drive: the stars came with us to this house, when we moved here in 2017.

Today’s date is interesting: it’s a palindrome, which is a number sequence that reads the same backward, as forward. It is also an ambigram – which is a fairly new term, and means that today’s date visibly remains unchanged when flipped upside down. This does not happen very often, so today’s date has been touted as “very rare”.

STAND UP

 Tonight, is the fourth night of Hanukkah 2021.

The day was a busy one – right up to the candle lighting at 4:30 PM.

I put the busyness off as long as I could this morning – before jumping out of bed around 9 AM: I missed exercise class (but, I have the treadmill – so I’m okay 😉); I ate breakfast at Omelet’s and More (I considered that a mitzvah, as money was funneled into a local business that local people depend on 😊); and then I swung over to Kelso, where I collected the laptops I’d dropped off at Charisma on Monday, to be ‘cleaned’ – and honestly, I really did not miss the laptops while they were out-of-house.

Breakfast at Omelet’s & More; barriers still in place ...

New Read: I read while I ate breakfast; storyline has Charlie Manson overtones.

This laptop has a broken hinge, so it doesn’t close; but, at least I can use it again.

I'm willing to lay down money that these new apartments going up all over the place are for illegal aliens; Ocean Beach Highway.

After I paid for the computer clean-ups, I drove back home to drop the laptops off to recharge; before driving uphill to spend some time with friends at Keenager’s.

I noticed that the hired workers started painting the interior … and the slimy black mold has been pressure-washed off the steps and porch of the house next door; as the Park prepares that repo-pigpen for its new owners.

I also noticed, as I sorted through the mail, that the government will start withholding $150 from my Social Security benefits – starting the end of this month. That will cut into my Daytripping; but otherwise, I should be fine, financially. I will still be making sure to get out-and-about, but I’ll have to strictly stick to the budget – more careful planning, and less spur of the moment drives. One of two big Road Adventures, and more ‘closer-to-home’ hops. I have most of the backroad jaunts figured out – those explorations were what ate up the gas money this year: that won’t be an issue in 2022.

Elohim will make sure I have enough $$$ to “get out of Dodge” when I need to unwind, and enjoy fresher air; that unexpected {extra income} Bob provided for me during his logging year, will help off-set what the government is stealing from my monthly benefits. I am thankful Bob had the foresight to make that provision.

I know I am luckier than most, in that I can escape when it is necessary: some can’t. I will be respectful of that blessing.

The black mold next door is being pressure-washed away.

On the way home from Keenager’s, I hear don the radio, that the US Supreme Court is hearing another petition to overturn the evil obamanite abortion mandates that make it possible for selfish people to abort babies up to – and including after live birth: in which cases, doctors and nurses turn a blind eye to a starving baby left to die without even the comfort of being touched or held as it’s life ebbs away.

And that obamanite tool, sotomayer – a godless/black-hearted Supreme Court seat warmer appointed by barak hussain obama to carry out his evil dictates, actually compared babies about to be aborted as ‘braindead nothings’.

I was so angry when I heard that!

(https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2021/12/crunch-time-supreme-court-decisionroe.html)

And I don’t care who walks out of my life when I vociferously defend the right of those babies to be born. I am sick and tired of people taking up the causes of saving the lives of dogs and cats … and labeling chimps and hippo’s as humans. I am sick and tired of the rampant insanity that has gripped America since 2009.

As I lit the Hanukkah candles, I thought on the reason for the candles … and hoped/prayed that the Supreme Court Justices do the right thing concerning abortion: it’s time to stop it (1) the ‘right’ to an abortion is not actual Law – but, a Law can be drafted and enforced that prohibits abortion except in dire circumstances (2) the insanely rampant rise of infanticide in America, since the 1973 roe vs wade ‘murder right’, had taken a serious toll on America, and Americans.

I hope and pray rational thinking, and sanctity of life, will gain the upper hand in the Justice’s conclusion to the deliberations – that lucidity will rule, and that rational Justices will not be afraid to stand up for what is right … and do the right thing. It’s time to slap the obamanites down, and get America back on solid footing again.

As I lit the final candle in tonight’s 4-candle-line up, I remembered how victory was won in those ancient days that commemorated Hanukkah: against daunting odds, and with a prayer on their lips and faith in their hearts, the Maccabean’s entered the battle of their lives – and won.

4th Night Hanukkah. 

We, can do the same.

As the candles burned, so did the flame of hope in my heart.

Honking geese flew over the house, so low I could clearly see their feet.

And I started a new lapghan … 

MOD Chevron Lapghan - for myself. 

This one is for me 😊

 

CRUNCH TIME ~ Supreme Court Decision/roe vs wade

 And – “it’s about time.”

I hope and pray roe vs wade is booted to the curb.

Hard.

And with no reprieve at all of rearing its toxic murderous head, again.

America, and Americans, have suffered a severe morals decline, since 1973 – and has been walking a tightrope across the maw of Hell ever since: for 48 years.

It’s waaaaay past time to get back to honoring The Creator, and welcoming babies back into the fabric of society.

It’s time to STOP replacing human babies with animal rescues – and start rescuing human babies because they are tiny humans, who have the right to expect to live out the lives that were started when boy met girl, and sperm met ova.

Sex creates babies: even kindergarteners understand that concept.

It is alarming that those claiming to be {intellectual, educated, adults} who sit in the highest seats of our government, do not.

It is shameful that those same deadheads promote chimpanzees and hippopotamuses to {human} recognition, and totally disregard the reality of humanism of the tiniest of the innocents among us.

https://www.reuters.com/world/us/us-supreme-court-consider-rolling-back-abortion-rights-2021-12-01/

Life begins at conception; there's no logical argument to counter that fact. When pregnancy is confirmed, a woman says, "We're HAVING A BABY" - they do not say, "you filled me with pond scum." {It} is acknowledged BY DOCTORS (((hello! 'science'))) ... and by the couple, AS A BABY. The only people that seem confused are the obamanite deadheads, hellbent on murderous activity and selfish behaviors.

obamanite minion, sotomayer, says babies in the womb are brain dead; barak hussain obama placed this sorry-assed-excuse for a human being in a Supreme Court Seat in 2009 because her wickedness matches his.

 (https://thefederalist.com/2021/12/01/justice-sonia-sotomayor-gruesomely-compares-unborn-babies-to-being-brain-dead/)

US Supreme Court Justices that do not understand the logistics of reality is concerning. Why would any of us give respect to these boneheads?

Animals are NOT humans ... HUMAN BABIES ARE HUMANS.

{Higher Education} has robbed America of common-sense Americans. Money cannot buy decency.