Growing Clothes?

Friday morning (remember the time of day for later) I needed to iron a skirt for work. Running a few minutes ahead of time (shock!), I quickly grabbed the ironing board and set it up in the spare room (obviously, I don't iron that much), plugged in the iron and set to work. As I set the iron on the cotton/steam setting, I realized that the iron was out of steam water, so I grabbed the jug of distilled water out of the closet and filled it up. Then I quickly ironed my skirt. After work I ironed a pair of long shorts for a casual rehearsal dinner that evening.

Sunday afternoon I finally cleaned up that room, putting the ironing board and iron away in the very messy closet that makes me wince every time I open the door. For some reason I felt like cleaning it up Sunday. So I start to pull things out for the trash pile and the Goodwill pile. I made it to a jug of fertilizer water for my African violet, pulled it out and watered the plant. It was then that I realized I had filled the iron with blue fertilizer water. Thankfully, it didn't turn my clothes blue and the iron was no worse for the wear. A few minutes later I came upon the jug of real distilled water. Now that I can see it on the floor of the closet, maybe I won't make that same mistake!

New Uses for My Washing Machine

So my shower liner was beginning to make my tub dirtier than it needed to be. You know how the orange soap slime drips down into the tub? Ew!! I've always hated scrubbing the shower curtain and mentioned it to Randy. He told me his smart mom just throws hers in the washer. Why didn't I think of that?

So Saturday I cleaned like a mad woman and gave it a try. In went the plastic liner with a couple of towels for scrubbing, detergent, and baking soda for good measure. One wash cycle and two rinse cycles later, out came a shiny clean liner. I'll admit, it's not quite as clean as scrubbing it myself but it's a whole lot less painful!

Home At Last...

Last weekend Randy & I had to take a flying (in the car) trip to Iowa to say goodbye to my grandpa. He was already home where he wants to be, but we were able to say goodbye in our own ways.

The last time we saw him was in April. We went to Iowa with my parents to get Grandpa's woodworking tools and bring them home to Randy's garage. We went straight to the nursing home in Kalona and walked back toward his room. I'll never forget the picture of him as we came around the corner to the sitting room. He was sitting at a little table with his head bowed over his extra large print Bible, Ezekiel I think. I've often wondered since then what God was speaking to him through His word.
He knew who we were that day. He might not have been able to say our names, but he knew Mom was his daughter and I was his granddaughter. And when we asked if he knew who we were, he responded with his typical humor, "Well, you know who you are."

I'm so glad he's home with the Lord and with Grandma. He's been wanting to go for so long...