THOUGHT FROM MY OLD SCRIPTURES:
A poem written by my dear friend, Margo Myler.

BREAK OF DAY
The serenity of the break of day
gives time to ponder, pause and pray.

The dawn renews resolves to endure
the Savior atoned, man can be pure.

Evidence each morn of weaknesses to face
With a promise, the humble qualify for grace.

Our thanks dear Lord for days on earth
To perfect, purify, and acknowledge our worth.

THROW OUTS FOR THE DAY: Welllll, Not exactly throwouts yet.
When my husband died, my 7 year old son insisted he had to sleep with me. I knew this could end up a permanent thing, so I let him sleep in my bed for about three nights, then I told him he had to gradually move back into his own bed. So for two nights, he slept on the floor near my bed, then the next few nights he slept on the floor, each night getting closer and closer to my door. Finally, he was sleeping in the hall outside my open door. After about a week of creepy-crawling him further away, he was finally in the next door bedroom in his own bed.
Well, that's how I am with my blanket pile. I put the quilts I want to keep back into my closet. And the stack of blankets I was discarding stayed in the corner of the hallway next to the closet door. I couldn't move them any further than that for a whole day.
This morning I moved them down the hall to the entrance of the hall, putting them in my discard hamper - but not putting the hamper out in my car to take to Deseret Industries. I couldn't move them any further than that today. Tomorrow, my goal is to get the hamper to the side of the front door. That's kinda scary.

This stack of top sheets wasn't hard to discard - but the beige twin bedspread isn't going to be able to go. It was a bedspread from my husband's submarine that he "lifted" when we were first married. (To go along with the two paper thin twin mattresses that he also "lifted" in order to provide us with our first bed. Luckily those were thrown out when we got our first real bed). I don't know what I'll ever use it for, but I just can't get rid of it. Someone will have to do that when I die!

VUA-LA!!! The linen closet is as empty as it's going to get in my lifetime! But I was able to put quilts in it that have been stuffed at the top of bedroom closets.

Am I done with my "linens"? Not by a long shot. I still have two drawers of old white sheets, that I have saved for sewing projects (you never know when you might need some plain white sheeting!) I also have 5 chenille bedspreads that I collected for sewing projects. (What was I going to make with them? I DON'T KNOW! but they may come in handy some day - SHEESH!)

AND I have about 15 flannel sheets - for backing all those levi quilts I'm going to make some day (I have 6 boxes of old levis for those someday quilts!)

Maybe just listing these will give me the courage to get them out of here. I know I'll never make that many levi quilts, let alone possibly one!!!!