Sunday, March 15, 2009

Someone held my hand

I have spent the day reading my blogs from the beginning. It was a fun way of re-living my life, in more ways than one. I read every comment and I am so impressed with your generosity. Some of them I had forgotten but I have never forgotten the wall of well wishers that were there for me. I have to write to Shreve and tell her how my life changed when she made me a blogger. I do fell warm with all my new family.

Friday was a special day. There were chores to be done in the early part of the day. At noon I had promised a neighbor to drive us to lunch and bridge afternoon. I had fabulous cards and won the little potted flower that adorn our lunch table. Also a cute little teapot filled with chocolates. We drove home to our cottages and from four to five we rested (and fed the animals and sent them out to be safe for their later shut-ins) At five we went to investigate the monthly ART WALK. We attended only two of the affairs.

The first was a book signing venture. The woman author had written her first book. I have known her slightly since we moved here. The venue for her was the gift store called Necessities and Temptations, owned by an old friend who in the newspaper had promised to furnish wine and chocolates. I had a thimble full of wine (I was driving) and a couple of candies. The first one was filled with marzipan. (difficult to find) So I had to buy a half pound.

We went across the street to investigate another artist, painter and wood worker whose name is Ole Olson. He had to be a Swede with the on ending his name. And sure enough he was and his wife was a Norwegian. She was interesting beyond that, for she is the new minister in the Methodist Church. We have heard so much about her and her successes in rebuilding the attendance. The food at the gallery was unbelievable. Hot Swedish meatballs and Sushi with that wonderful green mustard. We stayed three meatballs and one sushi worth. But we were very impressed with the two .

So impressed in fact, that we decided to go to church today. And everything that had been said about the warmth and the Well-Coming in that church is not an exaggeration. We felt very Well-Come.


Anonymous said...

I don't usually comment but I read all your blogs and find your life extremely interesting. My great grandparents were Swedish and Norwegian but I never met them and in fact never met any grandmothers and grandfathers only briefly. For that, you hold a special place in my heart - like a grandmother I never had. Thanks for sharing your life and keep it up.

Haphazardkat said...

The joy you found in blogging is shared with your readers.
Hardly a day goes by that I don't sneak into blogland and see if there is new news from Svensto :) and a new pic of Charlie from Shreve!

Vancouver, WA

Barbara said...

The thing that makes me happiest is to see that instead of writing about "a fellow inmate" as you once did, you mention "a neighbor." You return to "your cottages" not to "that place." It sounds like your newest place of residence is slowly turning into "home" for you, and that's as it should be. Congratulations!

Beth said...

Oh, svensto, I loved your "green mustard" comment. I'm sure it was wasabi and I'll tell you my experience with it at a cocktail party. I thought it was quacomole and put a teaspoon of it on a cracker and popped the whole thing in my mouth. The chef came up behind me and whispered in my ear "Don't worry, it'll stop burning in a few seconds"! Beware of the green mustard, quacamole on the sushi table or wasabi! It's blistering hot.

Melissa Weisbard said...

I am so fascinated by your life stories. My mother-in-law is in her 70s. She grew up in New Jersey and New York and I love to hear stories about her past. I really treasure reading your stories as well.

Maybe I should convince my mother-in-law to become a blogger.

Anonymous said...

Grattis på namsdagen en dag försent (har jag för mig)

Jodie said...

I love your blog... and have been missing your posts. I want you to know that I'm no longer unemployed. I have a job in Dallas which requires an hour commute by train. But I'm happy to have found a job in this economy. Take care!!!