Thursday, August 31, 2023

Trouble sleeping? I may have found the answer

When I go to bed, usually around 8:30, it doesn't take me too long to fall asleep.  My trouble is that I wake up several times in the night.  Sometimes I go right back to sleep, other times not so much... especially in the wee hours of the morning.  I'm a morning person; sunrise is the crowning jewel of my day.  So if I wake at 3 A.M, as I did this morning, it's really difficult to just lie in bed and wait, but I try.  This morning I prayed for a while, blessing all my descendents one by one, from my oldest child, Jim, to my youngest great-grandson, Ivan.  I still couldn't get back to sleep, and my mind wandered.  Out of the blue, I got an idea:  What if there was a podcast that would help me sleep?

Well, with that thought I got out of bed and made a cup of tea, vowing to do a Google search on the topic.  I don't allow myself to do anything in the morning until I've done my Bible reading, which takes about 20 minutes; if I don't do that first, it won't get done.  Needless to say, I didn't concentrate on what I read very well because I was anxious to find out if there was a podcast such as the one I had dreamed up.  I do remember a little of what I read, though:  In the book of Job, his friends finally shut up harassing him so he and God would have a chance to tell them what's what, which means I'm about done with that book of the Bible for this year.  In the New Testament, I read part of a letter Paul wrote telling me my body is only a tent for my spirit to live in while I'm on earth.  I also read a Psalm and a Proverb, but I don't recall specifically what I read in those, having been rather distracted thinking about finding a podcast to help me sleep.  

With that done, I did my daily Wordle.  Then I was ready to consult Google about a podcast.

Imagine my surprise when I found out there are hundreds of them!  I found a list of the fifteen best ones, though, and chose one called Nothing Much Happens.  I laid back in the recliner and began listening.  I didn't expect to go back to sleep at this time of the morning, but believe me, it did relax and calm me.  I have an Alexa device near my bed, and I will be listening to this podcast tonight, unless I find another one I like better.  

In another finding, an ad I found on my googling journal told me about a secret ingredient that makes boxed mac and cheese taste much better... one teaspoon of fish sauce.  Ewww.  And yet, I want to try it, and have actually put it on my list.  

But wait a minute, there's more googling to be done, because as I was typing up above about laying in bed I thought, is it laying, or lying?  And shouldn't lying be spelled lieing?  

No wonder I have trouble going to sleep.  

Sweet dreams, my friends.

Oh, now I know why this all sounds like a crazy person wrote it:  It's the full moon, which hasn't disappeared yet this morning.  See it between the pine trees?

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

It's a cooler day today

It'll be back in the 90's by the weekend, and stay that way for the foreseeable future, according to  I guess we'd better be used to it by now, because I do believe it's the "new normal".  Of course, everything is still dry as a desert.  And yet, I'm enjoying the garden.  I have four, count 'em, FOUR soaker hoses I move around from row to row.  My Alexa device is very handy for setting timers for me so I don't forget the water is going; otherwise by the time I remembered what was going on, I'd have a swamp in the garden.

This was taken around 6:30 yesterday morning.  That zucchini plant has really been doing well.  The closest plants to the front are my turnips.  That corn is almost ready to pick.  

I don't use soaker hoses on the strawberry plants.  I just stand there with the hose every morning and give them a good drink.  They're looking pretty healthy; the one on the top left is sending out lots of babies to bear sweet berries next spring.

Today I brought in green beans and okra, as well as some beets.  I'll be breaking beans as soon as I get this entry done.  I also pulled and hoed weeds for a looooong time!  I get my needed exercise every day in the garden.

That's my latest zucchini in front of the row of okra.  I like to keep zucchini coming until frost.  I don't make zucchini bread or cake.  I pick them small to stir fry.  We have too many things in the house already that are loaded with oil and sugar... like the butternut squash pie I made yesterday.  We also had butternut squash soup the other day.

I've spent so much time outside in the garden, I can tell I've gained a lot of strength from the work I do there, and we're eating good home-grown stuff.  Now if I'd just lose some weight.  I've been stuck on 162 since before Christmas.

On another subject:  My doctors have wanted me to take atorvastatin for a long time, but I'd heard and read so many stories about people not being able to take it that I refused it.  Finally this year I decided I may as well try it.  I knew it was for people with high cholesterol, and I figured if it gave me any side effects, I could just stop taking it.  However, I got a big surprise.  My blood pressure, the top number of which was running from 130 to 145 (which doctors don't worry about any more) is now usually in the 120's almost all the time.  I didn't think it would do anything for my blood pressure.  Oh, and the irregular heartbeat I've had for years is almost totally gone.  It was a minor thing anyhow, but the blood pressure meter was always telling me how many times it skipped when I used it.

If I'd known it was a miracle drug, I'd have taken it sooner.

Oh, I went to the doctor with Cliff.

The doctor still doesn't think he has asthma, but he doesn't offer anything else that it could be that's making him find it hard to breathe.  I asked him about the wheezing; he said that seemed more like a throat thing, and made an appointment for him with an ear-nose-throat doctor.  I'm beginning to think Cliff is right when he says his only problem is that he's fat.  His lungs look like they're in excellent shape, according to the CT.  By the way, the doctor ordered a CT, but he ordered a special kind, and they didn't do what he asked.  He has called them to rectify the mistake without cost to us, but so far we've heard nothing from them.

So that's the way it is at Woodhaven Acres.  I'm going to break some green beans for dinner.


Friday, August 25, 2023

The old dog-days of summer

After days of near one-hundred degree highs, we've been told this is the last of a series of hot days... at least for now.  We've mostly stayed in the house, of course.  But I've had a job outside to do, driven by this awful heat.

The grandson and his lady, Alexandria, have two doodle dogs.  Actually they are supposed to be Alex's dogs, but the first one, Klouse, won my grandson over, along with anybody else that meets him.  He just loves people.  All he wants is to be near his people.  His friend Bonnie is very different.  She likes to go to the fence that separates our property from the neighbors and run with the horses... she on her side of the fence, the horses on the other.  The neighbors don't care because their German Shepherds run the horses too, so they're used to it.  But most of the time Bonne is not far from Klouse, and Klouse is usually around his favorite people.

When the kids are home, the dogs are in their house.  However, the dogs weren't taught much as youngsters, so if they are left in the house without a human, Klouse eats furniture, woodwork, you name it... whatever he can find.  So they have a part of the barn where they stay when their master and mistress go to work.  There's a fan in there, and a nice yard they can play in.  Unfortunately, it isn't a place for any animal when the temps are around 100.  So, Cliff and I let them out by 10 A.M. on these hot days and they stay mostly in Cliff's shop with the doors open, in front of two fans.  So far they haven't gone wandering around the neighborhood.  We take turns going down and checking on them; Cliff has no business being outside in the heat for any length of time, but he takes a turn or two at it.

Earlier in the summer Arick and Alex got a kiddie pool and filled it with water for the dogs.  Klouse would splash down and roll in the water, then get out and shake it off; Bonnie will stand in the pool, but that's all.  Somehow the kiddie pool got damaged, and by the time the kids went for another, they were all sold.  Today the dogs saw me come outside and joined me for a bit.  I felt so sorry for them, I got the hose out and tried to spray them.  Well, that didn't work; they were scared of it.  

I'm sorry for them, but they are too big and rowdy to be in my trailer house; besides, Gabe is jealous and follows them around growling at them for invading his home.  If only they had learned some manners, they could be in their own house when their master and mistress are away.

So I worry.  I just now walked out to the shop and took a picture through the window so they wouldn't know I was there.

 Don't hate me, please.  If they were my dogs, they'd be in kennels in the air conditioned house when nobody was going to be home.  That's what we do with Gabe; it's all he knows, and he's perfectly happy to be there.

Just a few more hours of this and they'll be comfy.

Aha!  The grandson is home early, mowing the yard.  My job is done.

For some reason I'm thinking of a song called "Too Cold at Home".

Thursday, August 24, 2023


Looks like the next election will be more of the same, no matter who wins.

Saturday, August 19, 2023

Consider the Monarch Butterfly

As of 2013, the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN) listed monarch butterflies of least concern. However, according to the National Wildlife Federation (NWF), the monarch population has declined by approximately 90% since the 1990s.

NWF recommends that the best way to help monarchs is by restoring their natural habitat by planting native milkweeds and nectar plants, eliminating pesticides, and encouraging others to adopt these practices.  I got this information HERE, and there's much more to learn about the monarchs on that site.

Years ago in the autumn, I was walking in the pasture, the part of it we call "the point", simply because if you look to the north, you can see across the Missouri River a long way, or you can look closer to home and farmers planting and harvesting corn and soybeans in the river bottom.  I was surprised to see what seemed to be hundreds of Monarch butterflies.  Never before or since have I seen so many in one spot.  I remember writing a now forgotten poem about that experience.  It felt like a miracle at the time.  Now I always notice and acknowledge those beautiful creatures.

Sorry about the wind covering my voice.

You can find several groups online that will send you free seeds.  This is one of them.  


On another note, I found a book I know I'm going to love:  First Family Detail, by Ronald Kessler.  I once read another of his books, In the President's Secret Service.  You get to see a lot of dirty little details in the lives of various past presidents and their families in his books, because the people of the Secret Service has seen it all.  Of course, some of them may lie for all I know; so there's that to think about.  

Friday, August 18, 2023

From one pleasant day to another

We've had so many nice days lately, with windows open and no A/C noise in the background.  In fact, it's only 57° this morning, and I closed a couple of windows when I got up.  Starting tomorrow, that's expected to change for awhile.

Cliff asked me a couple of days ago if I had any new entries on my blog... he always reads my blog... and I explained to him that there's not a lot going on at this stage of our lives, so there's not a lot to blog about.  

I think it was back in January that I saw online that the Blue Angels would be in Kansas City in August, and if tickets were bought early, they'd be cheaper.  Cliff and I have always enjoyed the Blue Angels and the Thunderbirds, so without even mentioning it to my husband, I bought two tickets.  It never even entered my mind that August in Missouri is usually very hot.  The thing is, if the heat had waited just one more day to rush into our area, it would have been perfect.

 Cliff and I don't take the heat well these days, although I've been spending so much time in the garden that I'm accustomed to it and handling it a lot better.  Cliff just has too many issues to be out walking around on concrete and looking up into the sky while he roasts.  So, the Blue Angels are a blog entry that won't happen.

I will say that I've been very content lately with the cooler weather, enjoying everything that's happening in the garden.  I've spent the last two Sundays going to reunions, and I'll be very happy to get back to my churches.

I've been reading quite regularly:  I read Horse a while back.  It was good reading, although I didn't enjoy it as well as the general public seemed to.  I just finished The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah, and found it hard to put that book down.  It's France during World War II, with Hitler's army taking over.  Powerful stuff, and depressing... but it happened; the book will be coming out as a movie before too long, I'm told.  I have about five books on hold at the library right now, waiting for one of them to show up on my shelf; probably four of them will show up at once and I won't be able to read them all in the three weeks I'm allotted.  

Life is pretty good right now.


Monday, August 14, 2023


Since we can't get any decent rain, I'm calling this year an experiment; so far, it's been a good one, I'd say.  Not perfect, though.

 This is a cutting off a very blighted tomato plant.  I noticed it growing on the ground, heaped some dirt over the limb and kept it watered; after about three weeks, I peeked under the dirt and saw tiny white roots on the branch, so I cut it off, brought it to a roomy spot, and planted it.  When I see a blighty leaf or branch on it, I take it off and throw it over the fence.  There are a couple of small tomatoes on it, but I just consider it an experiment.  I'm sure it would have fared better had I removed the tiny tomatoes, but it's doing OK.  I think I should have started the experiment a little earlier.

These make up  my new strawberry bed; they are plants I moved from the old patch, which is mostly gone.  They seem healthy  enough, but only two of them are sending out runners to make more plants so far.  I told them this morning they had better look at those two and realize they need to get busy.

I tell them to watch Lulu here, and see how prolific she is.

I just planted these radishes a week or so ago.  The green bean plants on the left are my third planting of beans.  The corn beyond the radishes is my fourth planting.  There's a third one just now getting it's tassels showing.  So far the sweet corn has been doing great, although the corn-on-the-cobs aren't as big as usual.

This is a lonely pepper plant.  I use the soaker hose on plants that are in a row, but for the single plants I put here and there, I just water by hand.  I try to make a dam around them so I can give them plenty of water and it will sink down to the roots where it's needed.

I have learned to live with blighty tomatoes.  So far, we still have more tomatoes than we can eat.

These three plants aren't quite as bad.

In that little wet spot is today's experiment; it's another tomato branch I planted.  As you can see,  the okra on the left never fails to do well.  I walk along that row every other day and cut the too-large pods off.

I began this entry Saturday and forgot about it.  Now I'll finish on a high note.  

We went to another family reunion Sunday; while we were away, something wonderful happened:  Starting Sunday morning about the time we left for north Missouri, it rained here, and it followed us all the way to the our destination in Bethany.  When we got home, we found we had 3 1/2 inches of rain!  That's the most rain we've had all year.  It rained a little harder than I'd have liked, but it didn't do too much damage.  Today, off and on, I've been pulling weeds and loving that job.  Finally there's enough moisture to let me pull them up, roots and all.

Color me thankful.

Saturday, August 12, 2023

A tip from Ed, a reader of my blog (for those poor anonymous people)

Since Donna (that's me) uses embedded comments, you (anonymous) must set your browser to accept third party cookies. Then you will be able to comment.

Sounds a lot simpler than my previous advice, which probably didn't work anyway.  I don't know anything about third party cookies or embedded comments, but if you know what this means, you will probably be able to get your real name back.  Ed is a lot more computer smart than I am, trust me.  I deleted my  previous entry.

Thursday, August 10, 2023

a hash-brown adventure

 Some time back, Cliff asked me a question out of the blue:  "Have you ever made hash browns?"

It seems like I had tried them from scratch one time long ago, and it was a waste of a good potato and my time.  So many steps to do it right.  Yes, I realize there are hash browns in the freezer section of every grocery store, and I think early in our marriage I might have used that kind.  Personally, I'd rather have plain old fried potatoes, and I don't do those much.  When I think of hash browns, I think of sausage gravy, but I don't need another skillet on the stove.  These days I usually eat my half-cup of Grape Nuts with milk most mornings, while Cliff will eat Mini-spooners, or an egg on toast, or applesauce on toast, or Cream of Wheat.  But his request for hash browns stayed in the back of my mind, and this morning I decided to make them for my husband.  All he wanted with it, he said, was an egg on top of the hash browns.

I warned him that the hash browns might not make it to his plate, because I had tried at least once in the past and ruined them.  He was fine with just knowing I had tried... and also knowing I could always buy the frozen ones once in awhile.

I surfed to, typed "hash browns" in the list, and read the first recipe that came up, which is this one.  I read some reviews and decided the recipe was probably as good as any.

First of all, I needed two medium potatoes; I think perhaps my two potatoes were bigger than what the author called "medium".  So that was likely my first mistake, because the mass shouldn't have one inch thick, which made it hard to handle. 

I peeled the potatoes, then grated them without grating any of my knuckles, for which I am grateful; it wasn't fun, though.  My arms aren't as strong as they used to be.  Also, some of the little potato gratings escaped onto the counter, so things got pretty messy.  Next, I had to put the grated potatoes into water, pour the water off, put them in clean water, do it again... until the water stayed clear when I put them in.  Between each water bath, I poured the whole mess through a large tea strainer to get the cloudy water out.  Whew.  

Then I had to take some clean tea towels and DRY the watery, tiny pieces of potatoes.  Before I did that, though, I put oil in a cast iron skillet and started it heating up.  The recipe says you can make several small hash brown patties or cover the whole bottom of the skillet; I chose the latter, which was my second mistake.

The burner was on pretty high heat, and I was to leave the mass of shredded potato alone to fry for five minutes, then turn it over; I did that, hoping they weren't burning; but they were nicely brown.  Then I realized I should have made the little patties instead of making them the size of the skillet, because a lot of the hash browns fell apart when I attempted turning that big mass.  I had another skillet sitting there warming up for Cliff's egg, so the big pieces of the hash browns that did stay together, I threw into the other skillet and left them there for five minutes.  I wish I had taken a picture, but alas, I had enough work to do.  

I was amazed, though, when I found out those taters were not only edible, but delicious!

When all was said and done, the hash browns were a hit.  Cliff got his egg on hash browns and then polished it off with a fresh tomato from the garden.

Next time I will cook individual servings so I can turn them, and I will try not to make them any thicker than 1/2 inch.  The five minutes on each side actually turned out right, so I guess my medium-high burner must have been correct.

Wait a minute,... forget that.  Next time I do it, I'll use the frozen ones, and that will probably be in the distant future.  

Tuesday, August 08, 2023


I went to the Allen reunion Sunday; that's my dad's side of the family.  It's the nearest I'll ever be to going to a high school reunion, since two of the 1944 cousins graduated with me in North Kansas City.  The other 1944 cousin stayed pretty close to where she was born in north Missouri.  When I gather with them, I feel like I'm the black sheep; they are all such wonderful people.  I'm sure none of them ever sassed their mother or father.  I guess somebody has to be the weird one, so here I am.   I had a good time visiting with everyone.  Cliff kept falling asleep driving home, which wasn't good... but we made it!

We plan to go to my other family reunion next Sunday, my mother's side of the family.  I haven't been to that one for quite a while, so it's time I see my Stevens cousins too.  It's a longer ride to Bethany, and I'm hoping Cliff won't be so sleepy coming home from that one.    

Cora spent the day today.  We didn't do anything special except for riding in the side-by-side down to the Corp of Engineers park to watch the Missouri River for awhile.  

We watched a fellow painting a boat.  He's up on the top in a light green shirt.

the guy is on a lower level in this picture.

Cora always wants us to take Gabe, our dog, along, so we leash him; when we get there, he pulls Cora around going to all the trees and anointing them.  He found a bird nest laying on the root of a tree and anointed that, too.  

Gabe seemed to find a lot of interesting smells inside this tree.

Cora will be ten years old Friday.  She has one more Tuesday to spend with us, then school starts.  We'll go to Higginsville again for Pizza Hut buffet that day.  Most of the other Pizza Huts still aren't doing the buffet. 

So that's what's going on.  In the garden, I chopped down the stalks from my latest harvest of corn.  I've planted my turnips, and they're all up, and there are some radishes up, too.  If I thought there was any kind of a chance we'd ever get normal rainfall again, I'd plant some spinach and peas before long.  I keep telling myself it has to rain here sometime, the way it keeps getting almost to us, then heads north or south.  Honestly, though, I wouldn't want some of the hard rains other areas have had; just across the river they had storms with 80 MPH wind.  No thanks!  I live in a trailer house.

That's about it for what we've been doing.  


Saturday, August 05, 2023

This and that

Some of you have been wondering about my husband's health.  Well, I'm wondering along with you; he had the MRI of his chest done, but he doesn't go to the doctor to see what it showed until August 23.  However, I suggested he go ahead and use his inhalers the other day when he had that tell-tale wheezy whistle and was having a time breathing.  Surprise, surprise!  It helped him.   

I've been slacking off lately with my blog because I'm spending so much time in the garden and storing up the garden products.  The squash bugs finally found the butternut squash vines, but I have several squash from the vines, anyway.  Several weigh from four to five pounds.

The spots on that one on the left of middle is just dirt.  I should have cleaned it up.  I need to get those small potatoes off the cardboard and into the house where I might use them.  The good-sized potatoes are already inside.  I pulled up three of the tomato plants that had the worst blight.  So far the others continue to give us delicious fruits.

I have a reunion to go to tomorrow, and will be taking corn I picked yesterday in a crock pot, potato salad using my garden potatoes and onions, and possibly green beans in a crock pot.  I'll take some tomatoes too.

I added something to the last post, but since most folks have already been to that page, I'll put this addition right here, too.

Thanks to my husband's suggestion to Arick, there won't be any more digging when the tank is full.  The waste removal man will simply stick a hose in there to suck the nastiness out through that PVC pipe.


Thursday, August 03, 2023

Troubles you only have living in the country

The thing I dread the most out here in the boonies is with problems with the well, but the trouble the grandson next door ran into Saturday is no fun either:  A full septic tank, so full it was backing up into the bathtub.

When we lived in the house, I think we only had to have the septic tank emptied  and carried away in a truck three times in forty-odd years.  A neighbor said he was sure the the last time we had it emptied in 2001, so it had been awhile.  Back here at the trailer house, we've already had this septic tank emptied twice since 2007.

The septic tank at the old house the grandson lives in, though, is a story all its own.  It's been around a long time, and to have it emptied, someone (the man of the house) has to dig down through three feet of dirt, then pick up the lid off it.  Because we've never had a lot of money, my husband gets very creative and figures out cheaper ways to make things work, so he has fashioned two or three lids for it.  The wooden one didn't work so well after it was covered up with dirt, and after about ten years, during the 2 years when we rented the place out, the renter was mowing the yard and almost fell into the septic tank when the rotten wood gave way.  The last time, Cliff found some steel and crafted a round, metal hole for the lid.  Of course, steel rusts, and when the grandson got the dirt off the metal, it didn't look very trustworthy.

Sunday was a very hot day, so the grandson put up some shade to work under.  Cliff can't do a lot of physical work any more, but he's right there giving advice and tips.  He and Arick get along well, working together.  

Arick took the day off Monday to get the digging done.  Then he called the septic service guy, who got here around noon.  He had ten more places to go after he was done here.  He sucked it all out, took the $375 dollars he had earned, and drove away to his next customer.

One of the grandson's friends came over to visit Tuesday evening while Arick and Cliff were deciding what sort of lid to fashion for the tank, and the friend said, "Why not make a concrete lid?" 

That's what is usually on septic tanks anyway, and the two "Woodies", Cliff and Arick, put their heads together and figured it out.  They had it formed before dark, after Arick came home from work. 

By Wednesday, they were ready to replace the newly made lid.

This is the thin metal lid that had to be replaced 

This is the emptied septic tank, ready for its cover 

Yesterday, it all seemed to come together.

Cliff brought the cement lid to the work site with his little John Deere.  Originally, he thought the tractor wouldn't be able to handle the load, but after putting some weights on the back end, it did fine.

Ignore the grandson's dogs.  They think they need to be in the middle of everything.

Arick and another friend had to direct Cliff, since he couldn't see anything in the hole.  If  you have a friend who would risk falling in a dark hole containing your bodily fluids just to help you out of a pickle, that's a real friend!  By the way, that guy did almost fall from the edge of the hole before the lid was on, but somehow he did some quick mountain climbing and saved himself.

It's in!

These two had a couple more close calls thinking they were about to fall to their death.  Just before this picture, Arick's buddy almost fell again, and was really scared until he realized the lid was on and he wouldn't have fallen far.  I didn't get the picture I wanted, with both of them laughing at that incident so hard, the whole neighborhood could have heard them.  I won't describe what they are doing here because I'm not really sure; not to worry, it's just some more of the Wood family men and their "creative thinking".

I'm adding this after everyone has already visited this page, but it's an important addition: Thanks to my husband's idea, there won't be any more digging when the tank is full.  The waste removal man will simply stick a hose in there to suck it out.


Tuesday, August 01, 2023

Let's hear it for foster parents

I haven't known a lot of people who are brave enough to be foster parents, but I do have a nephew who, with his wife, fostered several children and then finally adopted four siblings they were fostering.  When that happens with dogs, it's jokingly called "foster fail".  It happens when you just can't help keeping your temporary puppies; you want them for your own.  Of course, it's actually a win for everyone, whether it's puppies or children.

Most of the children come to foster homes broken, and feeling unloved.  Some have survived so much pain, sorrow, and unimaginable lives that they're bound to have PTSD.  They can be hard to handle because of their backgrounds.  They've never known trust.

I couldn't do it, but I'm surely glad someone is willing, and strong enough, to help fill that need.

A couple that goes to the Baptist church I attend are foster parents.  During my time there, I've seen them lose one little girl they had with them for a year or two, almost from the time she was born; she went back to live with her parents, but she left crying because she was leaving the only home she knew.  Imagine the pain that causes the foster parents and, in this case, also the lady who had been the girl's babysitter during the work week.

You never know when these foster parents will come in with children you haven't seen before, and may not see again.  But I am so proud that somebody cares for these kids.  I took a couple of pictures that warmed my heart last Sunday, and I want to share them.

The three closest to the foster mom on the left have been adopted by her and her husband.  The other children, two boys and two girls, have arrived very recently, during the past couple of weeks.  They come from two different families.

God bless the foster parents.

A friend from the Baptist church told me some things I didn't know about this lady.  It's a small church, but I don't know a lot about all the people there, and I try not to ask questions about folks.

What a surprise to learn that this woman is a single mom!  I thought the man who attends church with her sometimes was her husband, but he's a friend.

Also, two of the children I thought were fosters were kids just visiting Sunday.  They attend on Wednesday nights, but usually go to another church on Sunday.  

I did not know that a single woman could be a foster mom.  I'm still learning about all this.

But you know what?  I wouldn't be surprised if that lady came in with ten foster kids some Sunday... although I'm not sure her babysitter could handle it.