A warm up

The warm up has begun!

Though it was only 3 degrees when I got up so didn't go walking in town, it was supposed to be warming up.

I waited till it was 19 degrees at 10:30 and went to town then for my walk.

There was no wind and the sun was shining so it was wonderful to be outside walking.

Walked around town where I could, up and down the side streets.

Stopped at the library to drop off a couple of books and DVD's 

Went up to the cemetery but it is still covered in snow so no walking there.

I did go down the road to the Drane house and the one barn.

Stayed away from the long barn because the tractor was going back and forth delivering the bales of hay to the cows.

Walking back up the hill from the Drane house here.

Walking past the post office I saw Mikey (from stitching) arriving with a package to mail.  She was there to mail a blanket that she knitted for someone.  We had a little chat and said you Saturday. 🙂

The more I walked the warmer it got.  

Ended up taking off a layer, 

then my hat, then another layer.  

When I got back to the Jeep to leave for home it was 35 degrees!!  A heat wave.

🙂    🥾    ☀️

Did some house chores in the morning before walking.

Didn't feel much like doing any more house work today so enjoyed a nice afternoon

puttering about the house.

I mostly read The Judge's List, hard to put down. Will certainly be finishing it later!!

Hope you had a wonderful Monday.

Thanks for coming by.

HappyK 💕

Sunday

 Happy Sunday

A hymn we sang at church this morning.

🎶 This World is Not My Home 🎶

Albert E Brumley

1. This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through

My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue;

The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Chorus:

O Lord, you know I have no friend like you,

If heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do?

The angels beckon me from heaven's open door,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

2. They're all expecting me, and that's one thing I know,

My Savior pardoned me and now I onward go;

I know He'll take me thro' tho' I am weak and poor,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 

3. I have a loving Savior up in glory-land,

I don't expect to stop until I with Him stand,

He's waiting now for me in heaven's open door,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 

4. Just up in glory-land we'll live eternally,

The saints on every hand are shouting victory,

Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from heaven's shore,

And I can't feel at home in this world anymore. 

⛪️ Philippians 3:20 ⛪️

For our conversation is in heaven; 

from whence also we look for the Saviour, 

the Lord Jesus Christ:

Today was the day I wore the shawl I knitted to church to give it away to the first person who said they liked it.

The person I gave it to was Heidi. She said, I love your shawl. The colors are beautiful.  I said here it's yours.  I wish you could have seen her face!! 

A Blessed Sunday to you.

HappyK 

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Ginny - The fire place is in the corner of the living room.

Janette - Not a wood stove, but a gas one.  No Mess!! :)