Lest you are tempted to think I am thumbing my nose at you who are in the northern regions with my beach photos, let me assure you that is not my intention at all. The fact of the matter is, most of you are writing of your delight with the advent of Autumn with the warm and tender quick breads, seasonal lattes, all things pumpkin, and unpacking the wooly sweaters. Don't think for a minute that I'm not just a bit envious.
|large white waves crashing with rip tides below the surface of the Atlantic|
I'm just reporting how it is here, now, in northeast Florida. Yes, we are rejoicing with the coming of Autumn here, too. Our nighttime lows are just now slipping below the 70-degree mark, and the number of highs in the mid-90s are decreasing!
|sea oats with the Jacksonville Pier in the upper right hand of this photo|
This is our second Autumn* in Jacksonville, and I think I'm more in tune with the local flora and fauna this year. Take for instance these sea oats we saw today. They are either drying out due to the change in seasons, or (more likely) nearly cooked to a crisp from the unusually hot September we've had, even for Florida. At any rate, they aren't nearly as pretty as they were the last time we were at the beach.
*Those who know me are aware I don't use the word "Fall" for this season because there can't be a happy FALL. Unless you are falling in love, of course. A very serious fall I had nearly ten years ago has given me a physical disability. There's an update on that later in this post.
|new shoes by Earth Origins from DSW|
Another sign of Autumn is that I felt compelled to buy for myself a warmer pair of sandals. Warmer, you say? Yes. I have discovered that some of my sandals are for the hottest of weather because others in my closet do not keep my feet cool enough when the temperature is way up there.
I heard there was a good sale on at DSW (Discount Shoe Warehouse), however, these were most decidedly not on sale -- a further indication to me they are appropriate for this season and not summer leftovers. But I was in search of closed-toe sandals and these were among the very few I found. They now reside in my closet.
|the view from our deck table at Joe's Crab Shack|
But back to the subject of the beach. As I have said in previous posts, when life gets to be too too much, one of my recourses is to invite Beloved to take me to lunch at the beach. We don't even have to walk in the sand. My psyche just needs to dine within view of the crashing waves and my sense of well-being is enhanced. Today was one of those times.
|Beloved with his burger; I ordered my usual Coconut Shrimp|
and Sweet Tea, of course!!
I was finally able to see my family doctor today about the worsening pain in my shoulder (the one with the nearly ten-year old partial replacement). And at that, this was not my usual doctor, who had called in sick today. So it was a very capable other doctor on staff and I was thankful for him.
Xrays revealed that the bone and metal part seems to be intact. However, since my shoulder is a complicated matter and X-rays don't show muscle damage, this doctor is referring me to an orthopedic man and gave me a high-powered anti-inflammatory prescription to tide me over in the meantime. I expected no less but a trip to the beach was still appropriate.
|me at a public library|
Our business venture (still not to be revealed; sorry) is progressing very well, demanding travel, late nights, early mornings, and sometimes we just have to sit and wait. In the past two weeks I have been in public libraries in two states, biding the time in a secure place that provides free rest rooms, free WiFi, relative quiet, and excellent lighting for my cross stitch.
|my own cross stitch niche|
While I am immensely thankful for a sewing room where I can spread out all of my fabrics, threads, tools, and watch TV, this current stage of my life requires I consolidate my stitching into a large handled plastic box so I can take it with me just about anywhere. I got the box for something else a year or so ago, probably from JoAnn's, Hobby Lobby, or Michaels -- not sure which.
|cross stitch kit from Walmart|
As you can see, I'm making progress with my bicycle. As so many of you have said to me, cross stitching is relaxing. It's been another stressful week with the national news. We pray, wait on the Lord for answers, and busy ourselves with absorbing projects.
Have I said anything yet about Flosstube? If you love cross stitch, then you simply must check this out. Just use your browser to search Flosstube and you will be overwhelmed with all the people who have felt the need to talk to you about their projects. I mean, it's overwhelming how many people want to sit in front of their little cameras and talk for anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour about their sewing, their lives, their problems, and on and on.
Whereas I have wondered countless times over the past 9+ years as to why I feel the need to journal on the Internet via this blog, I don't have any desire to do it via live video! But to each their own.
These Flosstubers, as I call them, are my usual companions when I am stitching at home. I even talk back to them when I feel it's warranted. They each have their own personalities from funny, serious, and sometimes so rowdy that I have to turn them off.
Update on my short haircut: thanks to those of you who have said such kind things to me. That helps. You can't see the worst of it on the back of my head; but thanks all the same. It's always a blessing to see gals supporting each other instead of being snitty, as the carnal female tends to do.
It's been 4 weeks since the shearing took place, so I can now grab onto it a little better and soon might be able to style it with a round brush and/or curling iron. (I know, I'm so vain; but I'm not alone!)
Beloved and I are doing our best to stay in close touch with the Lord as we consider matters of late. One of Dr. Charles Stanley's devotionals struck a chord with me this morning when he shared Psalm 119:105
Your word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path.
And then this from J.I. Packer's book, Knowing and Doing the Will of God: "Wisdom will always be given if we are humble and docile enough to receive it." Docile enough to receive it. Yes, Lord. I'm listening.
Until next time ...
Charles F. Stanley, page 292 of Into His Presence.