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Christmas Walk
We will be heading out soon to a "Christmas walk" in a small historic town near to us. We have never done this before here, but used to regularly attend a Christmas walk in the Chicago area when we visited at Thanksgiving.Scout will not be able to come, of course, so I took her on a mid-day walk around the neighborhood. At a park just up the street from us, two small children shouted out, "Can we pet your dog?" Before I could say anything, they started running toward Scout, and she started backing up. So it appeared that today, at least, the answer would be, "no." Scout usually likes small children, but does get a little worried when strangers start running toward her.

Happy Thanksgiving
A favorite Table Prayer:O Thou who clothes the lilies,Who feeds the birds of the sky,Who leads the lambs to pasture,And the deer to the waterside,Who multiplied loaves and fishes,And changed the water to wine,Do Thou come to our table as giverAnd as our guest to dine. AMENIf you have a few minutes, share a favorite table prayer.

(Corn) Bread Alone
One of the best gifts I ever got was a 60 minute cassette tape, sent to me in a small manila mailer bag.I was living in Japan at the time, serving as a missionary teacher, and though I was enjoying the people and the sights and the things I was learning, I sometimes missed my family and friends back in the states.I missed the Minnesota lakes. I missed ordering pizzas (although you can order a bowl of soba in Japan; it arrives in a beautiful bowl, steaming hot). I missed maraconi and cheese, and conversations with friends.So one day I receive this small package from my parents, just an unassuming little cassette. I stuck in in my tape player. The first

Saying the Lord's Prayer With My Dad
My dad went back to the hospital Sunday night. He had fallen three times at home, and had a fever again. It turns out that last time he was in the nursing home, someone forgot to give him his antiobiotics, and his infection came back.I went to visit him last night.At first he was a little confused and hard to understand. He didn't remember my husband's name, and his voice sounded kind of funny, although I can't explain how. We talked a little, and then a doctor came in to examine him.I also called my mom, and talked to her, and had dad talk to her as well. I said that we were planning Thanksgiving. (We're ordering it this year; I need to pick up the