Susan Spess Shay

Still playing make believe.

Grist Mill


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Fall Tripping

Recognize this?

My favorite time to take a road trip is autumn. (Big surprise, huh?) We invited our kids and their honeys to join us over the weekend. (I had lofty dreams of taking family photos, too.) It didn’t work out the way I wanted.

#3 son had another commitment, #2 son couldn’t come until Saturday, and his wife couldn’t come at all, but #2 son and his wife were there. We had a great time!

I love hanging with someone who has great taste.

We saw some beautiful foliage. Have I mentioned I like fall leaves?

BEE–

–YOU–

–TIFUL!!!

Most of you probably know, I’m talking about Wareagle. So many great ideas. So many I want thats! (So many, “I can do thats!”)

Wareagle developed around a grist mill. (That’s the water wheel that turns the millstone inside.) There’s a restaurant in the top of the mill, but we never get close to it during the craft fair. It’s much too crowded. After all, it’s been going on for 59 years!

It’s set in a gorgeous landscape. I love this river.

 There’s an old one-lane bridge that crosses it. The fair is on both sides, and so much fun!

Of course, there were a few things I thought were just too cute to ignore.

Anyone have a spare horseshoe I can borrow?

By the end of a day at Wareagle, I’m always exhausted. But by next year, I’ll be ready to go again. 😛

I’ve talked since the last time we went to Wareagle about the witch’s brooms nearly all the women (besides me) were carrying. G-Man insisted I buy one this time. (I’ll be adding a bat to fly nearby, and maybe a spider.) When we got it, he suggested I fly it to the car. 🙂

I told him I would, except we didn’t have a long enough extension cord.

I bought this doll from Polka Dot Pig. Trouble is, she doesn’t have a name.

 Want to help me name her?


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Mad Dashes and Sign Language

Eifle Tower in Las Vegas

Eifle Tower in Las Vegas (Photo credit: Jeff Hill Photo)

So how organized are you when you go on vacation?

I think I missed the organized gene. Being a girl who loves surprises (well, good ones) I’ve always enjoyed just flying by the seat of my pants.

G-Man is just the opposite. He makes lists, lays out what he’s taking and packs very methodically. He’s so thorough, we always have everything except his recliner in our bags. He never has a reason to make a mad dash to a pharmacy or Wally World.

Might as well stay home.

More and more lately, though, I find I don’t remember some things and have to make too many dashes to the oops store for oopsers who don’t make packing lists. (Or even oopsier oopsers who make lists and lose them before they pack.)

I don’t believe oldtimers is setting in (I could have forgotten if it is, right?) I have to believe it’s because I’m expecting my brain to store more and more lists these days. I just neglect going to check my lists. 🙂

So this morning, I thought I’d see what there is on the web in the way of packing lists–and I found a ton. They can be as specific as you want, depending on where you’re vacationing. If you’re going to a beach, put it in your search engine. Moutains? Yes, they have that, too.

They even have packing lists that’ll have you covered if you’re leaving the country. There’s nothing worse than being in a foreign land and not being able to say, “Ibuprofen” in that language because you forgot your English-Foreign Language Book. (I know you can find it on your i-Phone, but do you know what it costs to use an i-Phone in a foreign country?)

Unless you’re good at sign language. 🙂 I’m really good at SL.

When I was a kid, I went to Europe with my Fashion Merchandising school. A couple of my friends went along, and one told me over and over, “When we get to France, I’ll interpret for us. I’ve had four years of French, so we’re covered.”

We got there, and everyone wanted to send home postcards of the Eifel Tower, so we went to Le Drugstore. (Yep, that was the name.) My friend was in front of me, so I watched while in what I assume was perfect high school French, she asked for air mail stamps.

The woman working at Le Drugstore just looked puzzled and shook her head. My friend struggled for five minutes to make her understand, but the woman couldn’t. (Or wouldn’t.) Finally my friend gave up and moved over a step.

I stepped up to the clerk and said, “I want two.” (I held up two fingers.) “Airmail.” (I held my arms out like an airplane and made flying noises.) “Stamps.” (I held out my left hand, palm up, made a fist of my right hand, licked my right thumb and smacked it in the center of my left palm.)

The clerk handed me the stamps. 🙂 I wasn’t smooth, but I got my stamps. LOL.

How about it? Are you an organized traveler or not? Or maybe I should ask, do you enjoy an occasional mad dashes and sign language.


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Sunday Morning Thoughts

Psalm 24: 1-2 

The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it; 
for he founded it on the seas
and established it on the waters.

While my walking buddy and I walked through our Small Town World this week, I used my phone to snap a few pictures of the trees. It never fails to astound me when I see the riot of colors God gives us a the end of a long, l-o-n-g summer. (This one lasted forever!)

Even after all the autumns I’ve lived there (and yes, there have been a lot of them!) I’m still enthralled with the beauty He gives us.

He knows what we need, when we need it, doesn’t He? Aren’t we fortunate to have a Father who loves us so much?

Imagine, if he didn’t really care for us, what kind of world He might have created? We might have had a world without color or scent or sound. We might have had a world (or life) that didn’t change, day after day, year after year until we died of boredom.

But our wonderful God, who has more imagination than I can begin to comprehend, gave us trees that not only shade us in the summer and protect our homes from storms, but that change from color to color to color.

Ever wonder if those changing leaves are an example of what our lives should be? Beautiful new-leaf green when we’re young (ever see a baby who wasn’t beautiful?) strong leaf green during the summer of our lives, then becoming more beautiful reds, oranges, yellows and golds as we prepare to fall from the branch.

Haven’t you known women who became more beautiful as they moved into autumn? We had a teacher in our church family who went to heaven just a year or two ago who became so much more beautiful each year she lived, you couldn’t be around her without smiling.

If she’d been a leaf, she’d have turned a beautiful, brilliant red as she drew near her reward.

By the way, do you know how to keep a leaf from losing its color? How to keep it from turning dead black or brown and shattering to pieces? 

All you have to do is press it between the pages of a Book.

I think you know the Book I’m talking about . . . 🙂