Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Letter Writing

Henry Clive, 1940s
I have been writing letters and sending note cards and greeting cards since I could write! At one time I had about 25 pen pals but had to stop when my mother died and I became the executor of her estate and the guardian of my developmentally disabled sister. That was 27 years ago. Since then, I have become disabled myself, and am now retired. I still write letters and send cards, but have no pen pals, as such. I know the people I write to.

I believe that the art of penmanship and/or writing is in serious trouble. For one thing, children are not being taught to write. Instead, they send texts on their cell phones, engage with others on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Snap Chat. They don't know how to spell, either. They use abbreviations, emojis, and a series of what I call "code words" to communicate. 

Unfortunately, this isn't just a problem with children. Everyone communicates in this way. I believe a handwritten card or letter is more personal than these methods. It shows the person/recipient that they are important enough that the sender took time from his or her busy schedule to: 

  1. Purchase stationery or greeting cards 
  2. Put pen to paper and share current events
  3. Buy postage, affix to envelope
  4. Take card or letter to mailbox
Think about how you feel when you receive "good mail" in your mailbox. Technology can't replace that feeling of something tangible that you can hold in your hand. You can display that card on your mantle or save it in a scrapbook to look at over and over again. Once you have viewed the technological greeting, it is sent to the electronic trash bin never to be seen again.

I encourage you to start a new habit of sending cards and letters or even note cards with a few words penned inside to remind your loved ones and friends how important they are to you. 

If you would like me to send you a card or letter, please make a comment below, or e-mail me at nancylhoefer@gmail.com.

Ta ta for now, 


"Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love."
Ephesians 4:2


After a busy weekend, I would like to rest at one of these beautiful places!

"Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near."
Phillipians 4:5

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Day of Rest

"For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Romans 8:38-39

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Today is the first day of the rest of your life...

If we are granted another day, if we wake up in the morning, we are presented with a gift, a gift of another day. We can decide how we want to live on this day that we awake. Do we want to spend it in a grumpy mood? Do we want to go about the day with a chip on our shoulder? Or do we want to smile and be happy for every single moment?

I think we don't actually decide how we will be mood-wise when we wake up. We probably think about all the things we have to do, all the places we have to go, what we will have to contend with, good or bad, throughout the day and then, wham! We're in a bad mood.

Maybe we should take a moment or two in the morning to be thankful: first for the gift of another day. And secondly, to be grateful for all of our blessings. That will put us in the right frame of mind to contend with whatever comes up throughout the day.

Our emotions have a lot to do with how we react to the different situations that besiege us throughout our day. Sometimes we react too quickly because we let the emotions rule the moment. If we pause and think, we will have a better perspective and not react rashly. Our emotions can ruin the day for us.

Let's start the day differently from now on!

(But I'll have to do it a bit differently--I wake up and the first thing on my mind is getting to the bathroom, LOL!)

Ta ta for now,


Friday, May 18, 2018

Wedding Flowers and More

Let the excitement begin! Our eldest granddaughter, Gabriela, or Gabby as we call her, is getting married tomorrow. The lucky young man is Harley. They are the cutest couple! Today we are going to work on centerpieces for the reception and I'm going to make boutonnieres for the Best Man and groomsmen. A couple of weeks ago I worked on table runners and Gabby and her Mom, Audra, our eldest daughter, worked on staining wooden boxes for the centerpieces and wooden signs for the venue. John, Audi's husband, made the signs and some other wooden things. Audi painted the words on the signs. We had fun! So I expect we will have fun today, too. We will be doing the work at Derek and Vickie's house/farm, where peony harvest is happening. We will be using peonies, of course, and some roses and greenery. 

Isn't is something about the volcano in Hawaii. Reminds me of the day Mount St. Helen erupted. 

I have a minor gripe. Why are there always rotten strawberries in the haleck when you buy strawberries? Don't the people packing them see the rotten spots? 

Another minor gripe. When driving, why is it that PICK-UPS always want to go faster than everyone else, i.e., faster than the speed limit. I swear that whenever someone is on my back bumper, it is a pick-up. Then they speed around you nearly nipping you in the maneuver. What is it that makes those (men) in pick-ups think they have the right to speed and tailgate? Its downright rude, not to mention dangerous. 

Lately I have had to slam my brakes on when cars abruptly pulled out in front of me. Then what happens? I swear. And I'm trying hard not to but (sh)it happens! It's kind of swearing. It is a two-word name I call those drivers. D--- A--. Hubby says its my Dad coming out in me. I think he's right.

My blog kind of went berserk and ended up with some blackness. Ugh-ly. I remedied that this morning but its only temporary. I'm not sure what happened to the website that I got my "design theme" from but I can't find it online and that's probably why the design went black. You never know what happens to make people abandon blogs or other websites. I think that Facebook and other social media sites have taken the place of a lot of blogs. 

I better get going lest I be late!

Ta ta for now,


The grass withers, the flower fades, but the word of our God will stand forever.
Isaiah 40:8

Thursday, May 17, 2018

Soul Searching & A Confession

As you know, I am not of the best health. This year has been especially trying for me and I must admit that I'm having trouble. Trouble with being joyful, with being "sociable," and making the best use of time. I seem to want to just do ... nothing. I have no energy. No pulse. I realize I must be depressed. However, that being said, I don't want to do what would be the normal response to that problem. I don't want to go to the doctor. I don't want to take any new prescriptions. After all, that is partly why I am in this predicament. Since about the 10th of January I have had four UTIs. I've been to a doctor (5 of them) seven times, and have had at least one procedure in a hospital setting. (Maybe more, I just can't remember all of them.) I've had adverse reactions to three medications. I still have marks/scars on my face and lips from those reactions. Oh, and then there was that incurable, irreversible disease which gave me a life expectancy of  two to five years. Yes, it was an incorrect diagnosis but for four months the diagnosis was real to me. 

Last year was no cake walk, either. I had more "procedures" and "tests" than you can imagine. And was treated badly by a doctor who was supposed to help me find out what was wrong with my innards. (Not my regular doctor, a specialist.) I had to abruptly quit seeing him.

I know why I am depressed. Who wouldn't be after all that? But I'm trying. I've been self-talking a lot. I know "this too shall pass." But how long will it take? What more can I do? I know I need to lose weight but I just don't have it in me to fight the fight. Losing weight is a "fight," after all. I think I need to heal my mind before I will be successful (at losing weight) so I don't really even try right now. It will be extra hard since medications are partly to blame for me gaining the weight in the first place.)

And then, there is the guilt. Actually, it is the GUILT. Capital letters because that weighs heavy on my mind. After all, I have a good life. I have a loving husband who would do anything for me. I have an awesome family and they all love me. I have a nice home (messy, but still nice) and a second home at the ocean. What could I possibly have to be depressed about, right? Wrong. Depression can happen to anyone at any time. But nonetheless, I have it - that GUILT and that DEPRESSION. And I have to admit it to myself and finally say it OUT LOUD. (Maybe that is the first step in the healing process.)

And underneath it all, I'm still sick. I can't breath properly. I cough a lot. (I am not, nor have I ever been a smoker.)  I am short of breath. I have a new specialist/doctor who is working to find out why. He says he will find out and will try one thing at a time to find out what is wrong. That is hopeful. 

And still, I have my other maladies, which I will always have: fibromyalgia, Sjogren's Disease, Lupus, migraine headaches, and arthritis (everywhere). I have learned to accept my lot in life, or so I thought. This might just be a blip on the horizon. I pray that it is. 

Having a strong faith helps but it isn't a cure. I guess it helps me get out of bed every day. I suppose if I didn't have my love of God and my loving, supportive family, and the love of special friends, I would be much worse! 

There you have it. A confession. A truthful, hard to write, confession of how I really feel and how I really "am" right now. 

If you are the praying kind, I would like to ask you to pray for me, please. Thank you.

Ta ta for now,


"Come to me, all you who labor and have been burdened, and I will refresh you."
Matthew 11:28

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Old Houses

My Hubby and I love old houses. We drive around sometimes just to look at them. Here are a few for your viewing pleasure. (Some of these are just photos from the World Wide Web and we have not viewed them in person.) 

Oh, so Pretty in Pink.

What a job this must have been.


Somewhat patriotic. Just gorgeous.

Gingerbread, anyone?

I love the hanging plants.

Astoria, Oregon through the car window. 
(We couldn't roll the window down or it would short out all the electrical!)

Astoria, Oregon

Astoria, Oregon, again through the car window.

And another in Astoria.

Astoria, Oregon

Astoria, Oregon

I love this! Can I live here, please?
Rapunzel, Rapunzel.

Drain, Oregon

Portland, Oregon (apartments)

That's all for today.

Ta ta for now,


"And if it seem evil unto you to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom ye will serve; whether the gods your fathers served that were on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell: but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord."
Joshua 24:15