Josh – Gracious Rain

October 28, 2026October 29, 2026

My Own Pokemon Cards

I don’t actually know much about Pokemon cards. I’ve see Pokemon cartoons and given grand kids Pokemon toys and I have certainly spent a lot of time crocheting plenty of the different Pokemon characters.

But the cards?

I don’t know anything about how to read them or understand them.

I’m sure you’re thinking, why should I care? You need to understand the pack I run with. All my kids AND their kids seem to know everything there is to know about Pokemon cards and to be honest…

I started feeling a little…

left out.

So, when Jillian’s Josh was headed off to spend a few weeks in Japan, I thought, “Bwahaha! Now’s my chance!”…

and I asked him if he would bring me back some…

Pokemon cards!

And to my surprise— HE DID!!!

Now I finally feel like part of the group. I still don’t know anything about the cards–and they’re in Japanese anyway, but I have plenty of people to help me, so it will be awesome.

Best of all– I can, you know…

be part of the cool crowd.

And I’ll love it.

PS–The first thing Rhen said when he saw my cards was, “We’ve got to get you some sleeves. Josh said I’ll need a binder too.

Hee, hee. It’s already getting fun.

May 19, 2026May 22, 2026

A Fancy Lady Lives Here

You may see this picture and think–what on earth am I looking at here?

I’ll tell you. You are looking at a hole in the rock facade on my front porch, that used to have a doorbell in it.

NOW however, what it has is a creepy hole, with creepy wires poking out, that could easily be hiding a creepy spider family just waiting for some unsuspecting person to fish around in there for a doorbell…so they can pounce and eat their fingers off.

Well, I wouldn’t do it. And neither would anyone else. So, instead, people knock. Which is fine enough but I don’t always hear that knock because it’s kinda quiet and then I miss stuff…and all the people who think I’m not home…

or deaf.

Then, here comes Josh–my friendly neighborhood fix-it guy who also just happens to be my sweet son-in-law. He measures and fiddles around and measures and fiddles around some more. He comes and goes a few times. He says, “Darn it” a couple of times and leaves again only to come back with…

a magically created doorbell button and a plate that fills up that silly hole in the rock space! Take THAT spiders!! It’s even lighted!! *Squeal!!*

WHAT?!! How did he even DO that?!

I’ve lived here for 10-1/2 years and have never had a real doorbell. Ok, there was a doorbell on the inside of my house…

but you just ignore something like that when it looks all fancy-schmancy but doesn’t actually work. Duh.

NOW, however, not only does it work, but it sounds like a rich lady’s house.

So if you come over–don’t knock!! Ring the bell, and wait for my butler to answer the door. Or, I’ll see that it’s you and actually answer the door myself.

That’s how some rich, fancy-schmancy ladies do it, you know.