My Amish Home: Good days here, but one worth forgetting

My Amish Home: Good days here, but one worth forgetting

"Rejoice the soul of thy servant, for unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. For thou, Lord, art good, and ready to forgive; and plenteous in mercy unto all them that call upon thee. Give ear, O Lord, unto my prayer; and attend to the voice of my supplications." Psalm 86:4-6

Today, on this Tuesday, the fourth day of March, it is absolutely beautiful. It was chilly, yes, but still a beautiful day. Actually, it started out cold with the temperature close to the single digits.

Husband Erwin's sis Cora Otto so graciously offered to bring him home at noon. I gladly accepted. He went to therapy before going to work, so I didn't have to take him to work.

I decided this is my chance to bike. I won't have to herd Sparky down the road. I wanted to hurry home to do laundry.

Hurry is not an option when driving Sparky. Honestly, the other day, I wondered if I should check to see if the buggy wheels are actually turning. It seemed as if Sparky was only running in place.

Anyway, I biked to go do my cleaning job. And, yes, it was plenty cold, but by the time I was done and headed home, it wasn't so bad.

I even hung out some laundry. Mostly towels and cleaning rags. Oh, those things smelled soooo good! Now I for sure don't want any more cold weather.

By the time this column gets in the paper, the time will have sprung forward. Amazing! Our one clock never got turned back (I didn't have time!). And another thing by the time this gets in the paper: I will be writing from Dale. We are going to spend some time with our grandchildren there. At least two, two and a half weeks.

The other day, sis Barb, her daughter Emily, our mom, Erwin and I went to Yoder's for lunch. While there, Barb showed me a picture of an intruder in her son Duane and Sheryl's house.

It was in the sink, clinging to the dishcloth. They think it got in through the chimney of a fireplace. And, yes, it was a bat!

Made me think of a time in pre-stroke era, when we lived in our Sullivan home. I awoke one night, kind of startled awake, actually. I sort of held my breath, wondering what it was that woke me. I cautiously looked around and, because I had white curtains at the window, a dark spot showed up.

I jabbed an elbow in Erwin's side and hissed, "Wake up! I think there's a bat on the curtain!"

He kind of groggily sat up and I kept hissing, "A bat! There's a bat on the curtain."

He got out of bed. Now what? We each got a broom and proceeded to try and head the thing out. Erwin told me to open the patio doors and we'll see if we can chase it out there. Well, the cats came in! So there we were, two shrieking people (well, at least one!) in their skivvies waving brooms at cats and a bat at 1:30 in the morning. Talk about bedlam!

We got the cats out. Back to chasing that creepy, spooky bat. We finally got it out in the entrance, closed the basement and inside door, opened the outside door and got it out. Whew!

Back to bed, but no sleep for me. At least not until the bed quit shaking! I kept imagining I felt something brushing against my face.

This past Friday wasn't one of my better days. My brain was way off balance.

For one thing,while doing laundry and when using a wringer washer, you want to wash stuff in certain rotation. Well, I wasn't thinking and got stuff mixed up.

Cleaning rags definitely need to be washed last, not in the middle.

When we came home from work, instead of driving into the shed to unhitch, I started to drive to the hitch rack to tie up.

We went to clean Friday evening. I couldn't find the toilet-bowl cleaner when it was sitting on the shelf, almost biting my hand. I went to the IGA the third time before I remembered to get coconut, then I tried to cheat the clerk.

While I was cleaning, I banged my head against the door, knocking my glasses across the floor. I ended up with a brilliantly colored eye. It has now faded to a sickly greenish yellow.

After that happened, I told Erwin that I probably better go home to bed.

In closing, in case you're worried about what's going to become of the younger generation, it is going to grow up worrying about the younger generation.

Are you having a Sunday brunch? Try this casserole. Serve with sausage and maple syrup.

FRENCH-TOAST CASSEROLE

1 loaf white bread

8 eggs

3 cups milk

3 tablespoons plus 4 teaspoons sugar, divided

1 teaspoon vanilla

3/4 teaspoon salt

2 tablespoons butter

2 teaspoons cinnamon

Cube bread and put in 9-by-13-inch pan. Beat eggs, milk, 4 teaspoons sugar, vanilla and salt well and pour over bread. Let sit overnight.

Cube butter and dot over top of pan.

Mix together rest of sugar and cinnamon and sprinkle over top. Cover and bake at 350 degrees for 40 to 45 minutes.

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