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"And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them unto heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us." Luke 2:13-15

A beautiful day, a little chilly, but it is sunny. It started out cloudy but soon cleared off. It's still sort of windy, but not too bad.

As I write this, the good news is that tomorrow (Thursday, Dec. 21) is the shortest day. Yay. From then on, gradually, we'll see more daylight hours. Yay.

But what wasn't good news is that this morning, granddaughter Deniece came to the door, white as a ghost, and said that her mom fell and now she can't remember anything. Oh my. I started running up there, then stopped and called sis Cora. What should I do? Take her to ER. I called sis Barb and same as ordered her to get here ASAP.

Deniece called her dad at work. Barb decided, and I fully agreed, we need the ambulance. She did the calling and directing. Meanwhile, Rachel is very disoriented. She had their little doggie dachshund Justice on her lap. Justice was doing her best to comfort Rachel.

Well, lots of hand wringing and little details (and praying) later, Lloyd made it home in time to go with the ambulance. Barb and I go find Cynthia. She was actually on her way to Rachel's house but first had an appointment with J. Mark Schrock.

We found her there and told her what's going on. She said she'd just go stay with Deniece. Barb and I went on to Decatur.

When we got there, Rachel still hadn't been called back. We waited awhile, then Lloyd decided we may as well just go on home. Rachel was starting to feel better except for a really bad headache. She was being more rational.

At this writing Wednesday afternoon, we are still waiting to hear from them.

Poor little doggie Justice, when they wheeled Rachel out the door on the gurney and closed the door, Justice sat on the inside and cried for a while.

The other day, Rachel came over to use the copy machine. She brought Justice with her. That little doggie was into everything. That was when I found out that I am a grandmother to a doggie. Rachel said she doesn't act like that at home, just when she's at grandma's house. She even doggie-dooed on the carpet. And chewed up a really funny comic I was going to pass on to the kids.

This is now quite a bit later in the afternoon and I just found out that Rachel is coming home. She does have a concussion.

We are not sure how she fell .We're not sure now how she fell. We are thinking maybe she fell kind of on the side instead of on the back of her head.

My day suddenly went haywire. My brain is numb and my mind blank. Maybe I need a jolt like I got the other day.

I was taking trash over to Lloyds to put in the dumpster, and I also wanted to put some papers in their phone shanty. I was miles away in another world when I got near the dumpster, the lid rattled and — WHOOSH — there goes a gray furball.

That cat was doing 90 mph before it hit the ground 10 feet away. Well, that's a stretch, I guess. I don't know which of us was scared the most.

In closing: May the joy of the Christmas season linger in your heart throughout the new year.

Maybe you could try this snack for your New Year's Eve party.

SPICY CASHEWS

2 cans (10 ounces each) salted cashews

3 tablespoons butter

1 tablespoon vegetable oil

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon chili powder

1/4 to 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes

In a large skillet, saute cashews in butter and oil for four to five minutes or until golden brown. Spread on paper-towel-lined baking sheet; let stand for two to three minutes.

Transfer to a large bowl. Sprinkle with salt, chili powder and pepper flakes; toss to coat.

Store in airtight container.

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