And we start off a new week. I spent a bit of time having fun with AI. I'm very into delft tiles at the moment, and we ordered some stickers to put on the tiles behind the stove in the kitchen to make them look like delft.
An AI image for this photo of my bookcase in our room ...
Didn't look much different.
But how fun are these two sets of photos of the house.
I was actually pretty proud of this original, taken from across the street, back when the house there had its really old picket fence. It's been changed out for a vinyl fence now.
The long and the short of Monday and Tuesday was me emptying the trunk of the car of vintage purchases from the previous week, pricing the items and putting them back into the trunk on Monday.
Then on Tuesday I took them into Treasures and placed them in my booths there.
Dad had Barbershop on Monday night, and Stake Presidency stuff on Tuesday night, so after dinner both nights I spent my time reading.
On Wednesday Dad had an appointment at the Doctor's while I was at work. The doctor took an x-ray and when Dad talked to him later, he found out that the x-rays showed arthritis in both hips, and in the lower spin. Dad's been pretty miserable of late, he says it started in late November and by mid-December it was slowing down his running and making him pretty miserable. Now he's taking Ibuprophen and Tylenol, just like I was.
At work on Wednesday this gal was thrilled to find the diary and biography of Mary Shelley that I've had for sale for a couple of years. (I found a whole shelf full of Mary Shelley and Frankenstein books at the estate sale of a farmer and his wife in West Mountain) I've sold several others on the same subject, but she was so excited I asked her about it. She's obsessed with Frankenstein and had some interesting theories about him. She had done many drawings and paintings of her perception of him. I thought it sounded like a fun hobby. It was fun to talk to someone who is so knowledgeable.
On Thursday I met these folks, having my almost weekly encounter with people with a Finnish Connection filled. (We had two this week). The young man wanted to buy a 1940's Book of Mormon but the dealer had priced it 89.00. This dealer is high usually, but this was ridiculous. I finally called the dealer to find out the 8 was actually a dollar sign. (Yes, tricky handwriting, you'd think a former Secret Service agent would know better.) Of course, the young man was thrilled.
In chatting with them as we checked out the locked case the book was in, it came up that I'd served a mission in Finland. The girl said her Dad had served there too, and that he was in the store, thus the photo. Such a small world. He was there 20 years after Dad was, but still fun.
Later an older lady came in. She had been in the hospital with a heart attack last fall, and her kids sold her china cup and saucer collection while she was gone. Now she is replacing it and bought three cups and saucers and a serving dish all from me, because my tea party booth is the first in the isle, and I'm not sure she is very mobile. She was from Payson and she started talking about lots of stuff, the way it was, and how it's gone to the dogs now, stuff. The funny thing is that she blamed all the world's problems on the democrats. I wonder if she'd have been so friendly if she'd known my political leanings.
Dad served at the temple that day. He's been in the baptistry and is enjoying the many young people he sees there.
After work, while Dad took a sauna, I headed to my book club meeting. In the blue we see KD who hosted. She always does a great job. The book was The Last Midwife, thus the baby shower theme.
Suzanne, Ann and me.
Lyn and KD
5 more book club members.
On Friday I headed out early to pick up a couple of Staffordshire Dogs I had found on FB Marketplace. I stopped for the door crashing at DI and ran into Jackie from the Copper Hive. I've not seen her for possibly 10 years. So crazy.
Here's the add I was so thrilled to see.
And the dogs hiding on the porch.
Next, I headed in for my once-a-month, shift at the Grove. Where I had a couple come in who live there in PG, and it turned out she grew up in South Africa. It was super fun to talk.
Saturday was pretty much a cooking day for me. We were getting together with Heuers and Moes at the Heuer's house for dinner and movies that night.
I made some vegan tamales, which are a lot of work, and that I rarely make. and since they steam for an hour and a half after being made, I also made a bean and sausage soup, a veggie and rice dish for next week, and a vegan artichoke dip. I made some last week, but didn't have the artichoke, not silken tofu. I add green olives and the texture was off because the tofu I did have was frozen. This one was much more on point. Yum. And full of protein which is something we have to be careful about. (It has white beans and tofu as the base, then it has spinach and artichoke hearts, garlic and onion, so pretty dang healthy.)
Thought I'd share my current collection, pull toys. The goat is an all metal repro, but he's pretty faithful. I put together the sheep, one that my sister Julie added wool to and I add the cart.
The Rocking Horse has always been a favorite, and the swan in a ligitamate antique celluloid, partially melted toy that I've had in my Christmas stuff for many years. The sheep is a work in progress.
This is a dream. Someone on Insta made him. He has a metal armature, with cotton balls and white glue used to sculpt him.
Last night Dad and I headed out to Saratoga Springs to meet up with these folks. Jeff always chooses great Hallmark movies, and does a great job. The first one was about a painting donated to a US Museum of art from Ireland. The USA parts were filmed in Utah and the art museum was the one in Springville. The painting is a portrait which looks just like one of the workers there, right down to a couple of beauty marks on the face. So she goes to Ireland, at the insistence of her matchmaking boss to investigate. Unusual plot and of course I loved the art, and the travel to the United Kingdom. It was just beautiful.
The other movie was based on a couple of families with a close connection to the Kansas City Chiefs. Dad message our missionary who was from Kansas City, only to find out that his parents were in the movie.
The man in the gray coat is Chris Staggs, Eli's Dad.
Dad had a Barbershop Chorus appointment to sing at a Stake Conference of one of the members, so he missed most of the beginning of the evening, but I think he enjoyed it anyway, and as always, its good to get together. Here he is in the Relief Society room warming up.
And speaking of warming up, that's exactly what our Grandkids in Texas are trying to do, with four inches of new snow that fell yesterday. Here's William.
Benny
Bekie.
William
Bekie, Benny, Abbie, William and Johnny.
I taught Primary today and was amazed when we were talking about the Joy that is possible because of the fall when one of my nine-year-old students, Sam raised his hand and when called on quoted 2 Nephi 2:25 "Adam fell that men might be, and men are that they might have Joy!" I was so impressed, then in closing exercises I realized he had the scripture and that it was the one he had chosen to share, but still he had it memorized with the reference and he knew exactly how it applied.
