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| Christmas lights got done over the weekend
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Today, after the Better Half helped us straighten the mail box post, we changed the oil in the tractor. In the process, we discovered that the packets of mouse repellant we had put inside the tractor dashboard a little more than three weeks ago had either disintegrated or been eaten by a mouse or mice. After we changed to oil we replaced the mouse repellant with a new improved variety. We'll watch to see how well, and how long, this version works. The Better Half had suggested we replace the repellant a week or so ago. Looks as if she was correct, as usual.
What with pending Winter storms and past mouse attacks, what are we thankful for today? The mailbox straightening went quicker and easier than we anticipated, and we finally got to it before the ground stayed frozen. The mouses (mices?) didn't try to build a nest in the dashboard this time, nor, as far as we can tell, chew through any wires. Also, we still have 24 to 36 hours to skim through the operating manual for the new snowblower, although we're a little disappointed that the new snowblower hasn't triggered a local snow drought, although there's still time for the storm track to shift South. Eventually, the oak trees have to run out of last Summer's leaves so we'll get a two or three week period next Spring or Summer when we won't have to clean up oak leaves. All in all, things could have been worse. We're slowly learning to be thankful whenever they aren't.
Tomorrow we're going to squeeze in some Christmas errands before the storm arrives. At least, that's the plan for now. Will this week's snow be the basis for a White Christmas? Just a day or two ago local weather forecasters were talking and writing about a "Brown Thanksgiving." We may get another warm spell before this year's Christmas, and definitely before next year's. Besides. by Christmas next year we may have received one of the best presents ever, the return of our democracy. That's something else we can look forward to being thankful for. 🌊
We walk on starry fields of white
And do not see the daisies;
For blessings common in our sight
We rarely offer praises.
We sigh for some supreme delight
To crown our lives with splendor,
And quite ignore our daily store
Of pleasures sweet and tender.
Our cares are bold and push their way
Upon our thought and feeling.
They hand about us all the day,
Our time from pleasure stealing.
So unobtrusive many a joy
We pass by and forget it,
But worry strives to own our lives,
And conquers if we let it.
There’s not a day in all the year
But holds some hidden pleasure,
And looking back, joys oft appear
To brim the past’s wide measure.
But blessings are like friends, I hold,
Who love and labor near us.
We ought to raise our notes of praise
While living hearts can hear us.
Full many a blessing wears the guise
Of worry or of trouble;
Far-seeing is the soul, and wise,
Who knows the mask is double.
But he who has the faith and strength
To thank his God for sorrow
Has found a joy without alloy
To gladden every morrow.
We ought to make the moments notes
Of happy, glad Thanksgiving;
The hours and days a silent phrase
Of music we are living.
And so the theme should swell and grow
As weeks and months pass o’er us,
And rise sublime at this good time,
A grand Thanksgiving chorus.
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