In the middle of a move.

A thought popped in my mind, and I laughed with God. Write about how to organize a move. Not likely, but if I did, maybe I’d do better next time. This caused another bout of hysterical laughter. If there is another move it’s not likely I’ll be participating. 

If you had read my earlier posts, you might remember several years ago I sold everything stick of furniture I owned, and gave my children anything they wanted from what I accumulated over my lifetime. Looking at what I’m moving these last few weeks, I’ve been busy adding stuff to my household.

Furniture for my apartment is coming from my sister, my brother and sister-in-love. Thank you Abba for generous siblings for the loan of things to make my living comfortable. I have much to be thankful for.

Chocolate Gravy & Biscuits

This week I dreamed of making my Grandma’s chocolate gravy. I think one of the cousins brought it up on Facebook. I love keeping up with the cousins on-line. After my dream, I woke with the purpose of making that for my breakfast. Martha declined to break her diet plan for the treat. I’m older and I know breaking a plan one meal won’t sideline me forever from getting back on the plan, especially as a diabetic. To blazes with “Nothing tastes as good as being slim.”

Now if you are feeling adventurous and you enjoy chocolate, I posted the recipe for you. Go on enjoy. (Updated link for recipe.)


Dad’s Homemade Eggnog

Tradition! Every Christmas season when all the family got together, Dad made eggnog, even the children had a cup.

How To Make Homemade Eggnog

This recipe makes 12 cups. It can be divided by 1/2 or multiplied to suit the number you wish to serve.

12 large eggs
2 cup sugar
3 to 4 cups whole milk
1 to 2 cups bourbon
nutmeg, to serve


  1. Separate the eggs: Separate the eggs, placing the yolks in punch bowl and the whites in another.
  2. Whisk the yolks with the sugar: Daddy used a hand held mixer – Combine the yolks and the sugar in  punch bowl
  3. Mix in the milk and liquor  Pour the milk and liquor into the bowl with the egg until frothy.
  1. Beat the egg whites:  mixer at high speed until the whites form stiff peaks.
  2. Fold the egg whites into the eggnog: Transfer the beaten egg whites to the bowl with the eggnog and gently fold or stir the whites into the base — this gives the eggnog a frothy, extra-creamy texture. Some of the egg whites will also float to the top, like cappuccino foam.
  3. Serve the eggnog: provide nutmeg to be added by the individual to their cup.
This recipe is copied and additions made as I recall from watching my father.

Eggnog was being served in England to the aristocracy. The drink made its way across the Atlantic to the American colonies during the 18th century.

The farmer’s habit was to make the concoction while the eggs and milk were plentiful and age it until the winter set in when those ingredients were scarce. They always used some form of alcohol as a preservative and sterilizer. Eggnog can be kept 6 months to a year.


“Dramacrasy” A Kiss Interrupted

This a story written by middle son, Wesley Markham (Ian) Haynes. I’m prejudice, but I know he has talent. My family past and present is haunted by a demon; we are noted for battling ferociously, and winning most of the time. Along with the demon, we were compensated with artistic ability and imagination. I believe that  ability is obvious here in Mark’s dream story – A Kiss Interrupted. Published on: Apr 13, 2012.


kiss interrupted
My elevation…
Do you know why I didn’t come to work on Monday? I…I…well I couldn’t. Not because of why you think. Mentally I just could not do it any more. I stayed up all night with the intentions of not going to work. Sometime around 5 am Monday morning I came up with a crazy idea. I guess I toyed around with it the rest of the day and on the way to work Tuesday morning I decided I would do it. I needed to take off from work and recuperate–with pay. No unemployment because I already ripped them off so, what?

I was never going to injure myself enough to get disability so a workman’s compensation claim would be the next best thing. So I deliberately sliced my left hand opened. I did not intend to die.

While I sat there bleeding to death I slipped into a dream. A kiss. She was kissing me. She is a secret. Then each girl I ever kissed came to me.

First Jill. It was so sweet and nice. Warm. It was kindergarten, Huntsville, Alabama. My mother was our teacher and my basement our classroom. She kissed me like they kissed in the movies. So sweet. As we kissed she pushed me back and told me she knew I was dying. A kiss interrupted.

Victoria. She was in high school. I was in fourth grade. I saw her every day in the lunch room. I stared and one day she said hello to me. After that she said hello every day. I was amazed. Then one day I asked her to come over I had a secret to tell her. When she leaned down so I could reach her ear I kissed her lips. She laughed, and hugged me. It was a dream. Then she held me by both hands looked deep into my eyes and told me she knew I was dying. A kiss interrupted.

Ms. Carmen. Fifth grade. My teacher and my obsession. I would do anything for her attention. She became friends with my mother and during her visits I was sure to be front and center. She always hugged me when she arrived and when she left, but a kiss had eluded me. Then out of the blue she held me by the face and looked at me with a giggle and a smile saying just how cute and adorable I was. Closed her eyes and kissed me three times on the lips saying, “mmm, mmm, mmmm.” I remember the heat in my face, her smell, so clean. Then with a tear in her eye she said, “Mark, I know you are dying.” A kiss interrupted.

Then She was there again. Kissing me so sweetly. She is a secret. This time She kissed me but asked that I not kiss her. She kissed my lips and I just stayed still. Oh how wonderful. Then she looked deep in my eyes and cried saying, “I know you are dying.”

I was terrified of dying until now.

In quick as light sequence each girl I ever kissed flashed by. I could see the goodbye in their eyes. It hurt and it comforted me.

James David Haynes, Jr., my deceased brother, came to me with a kiss of forgiveness. He said, “I am waiting for you Mark. I know you are dying.” And John Michael Haynes, my younger brother, his kiss was of forgiveness. He said to me, “I love you Mark and I will miss you, I too know you are dying.”

My father, James David Haynes, Sr. He held me tight in his arms, patting my back. Then cradling me he kissed my check three times and with tears in his eyes said, “Mark, I know you are dying.”

Now my sweet, sweet mother. This really hurt to see her in such pain. Holding me so tight, whispering, “please never leave my heart.” She kissed each of my eyes and said, “Mark I know you are dying.”

Then She was there again. Standing in front of me. Crying. I couldn’t move. I could not reach out to her. She faded.

Jesus. He approached me. Such a loving face. So wonderful to see. I could feel his warmth and passion. He knelt before me holding my hands. Then we poured water over my feet and dried them. Then with a kiss on my hand he said, “My dear son Mark, you are home.”

Je c’est fini.




My World

Cee invites you to join.

Share Your World – 2015 Week #47










In your native language which letter or character describes you best?  Why?

I speak only one language, English. I know a smattering of French and Spanish, not enough to get by on vacation. and at this stage of the game, 3/4 of a century, no Rosetta Stone for me.

I embrace the letter MIt’s for Meredith, momma, Memere, memories, my musings, memoirs, music.

What is your greatest extravagance?

Presently my greatest extravagance is time. It is for me to study spiritual matters and music. It is to learn new technology. Time is useful for exercising and resting. I mustn’t forget time to enjoy my family. Oh yes, writing.

Do you prefer exercising your mind or your body? How frequently do you do either?

The two are closely tied. I must exercise both. Haven’t you heard, both are necessary for vibrant health. When I neglect one both suffer.

List at least 5 things that makes you laugh.

I love to laugh, medicine for the mind, and exercise for the body. Here are some of my favorite frivolities. Comedies, animals, Face Book memes, Martha and me.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

all the grandchildrenMartha and Meredith



wes & nick

Mike and Jodee at a middle wrap party 2015


The last month has been looking forward to, planning for and anticipation of seeing most of my family at our Thanksgiving feast. There are six huge holes that leaves me so sad… Wesley Markham Haynes, Taylor Rae Haynes, Samantha Mae Haynes,  John Michael Haynes, Jodee Haynes and Ashley her daughter are in California. If only they could be here, it would be my whole living family!



Martha Bit!

Martha was having a wonderful time before bed loving our dogs. Nick and Lucy enjoyed her sweet talk and petting while Gidget calmly chewed on a bone. Gidget raised her sweet face toward the sound of Martha’s voice. She dropped her  bone and came for her share of love. Martha began to pet her, when Lucy raised her head and set Martha’s world tilting! I heard Martha, “Ohhh, ahhh, stop!” I came running just as Gidget released Martha’s thumb. In protecting Lucy, she pushed her back with her right hand, and held Gidget with her left, leaving her thumb in a perfect position for angry needle teeth to grab.

She ran to the bathroom to clean the wound under cool running water. I ran down stairs for paper towels. It took us several minutes to clean the wound and try to stanch the bleeding. An impossible job!

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I took this picture in the emergency room. We got there at about 10:00 PM. They took her back to triage after 11:00, it was crowded. The crowd kept us entertained, as we exchanged awe-struck glances, and sympathy for parents there with infants, toddlers and children. No tears from my sister! We kept the banter and the laughter going. The Dixon  sister’s know how to keep a stiff upper lip.

After triage she came back to wait to be called for X-ray. The nurses in triage expected a broken/fractured bone, as we both were afraid of at home. What a weird angel!?! After X-ray she returned to the waiting room and found me gone. After she searched inside and out for me, she gave up and made use of her time by helping other’s waiting. She knew most patient’s names before we left. I returned unsuspecting she was back. After about 20 minutes she turned to look at the TV and spotted me out of the corner of her eye. Reunited and catching up; I had gone to drive the car around the building closer to the emergency exit, only to realize the keys were in Martha’s purse. I took the keys and finished my task to get our car closer for a quick get away. Little did I know we would be making anything but a quick get away.

FullSizeRenderFinally we were called back to the rooms, the theater of operations.

I had speculated that the reason they had a backlog of patients waiting was there was only one doctor on call. That proved to be true. She was worth waiting for because of her outlook and attitude. Our nurse was a new transplant from Texas and apparently a bit nervous, but gracious. She had so many mishaps with us, she was blushing. In this photo she is irrigating the wound.

The worst part of the pre-stitches was the shots of lidocaine to deaden the wound. Martha only moaned once, but she was white-knuckled as her thumb got bigger and bigger from the lidocaine. We were left to wait again. Let’s get to the facts, emergency rooms have an unwritten law, you must wait at least 8 hours, or longer, before you’re allowed to leave.

The doctor sent her physician’s assistant in to stitch Martha’s wound. Before that, drum roll…more lidocaine injected into the wound. !!OUCH!! Stitching went quickly, we were read our care at home, given prescription, and gained our release.

Martha plans on seeing her physician tomorrow, and calling one the doctor suggested. We also will be speaking with our vets about Gidget and how to proceed from here. We both are recovering from what Martha calls our slumber less party.

Isadora James Quote

Jane Basil sent me an invitation to participate in the Three Day Quote Challenge. I had so much fun the first time, I accepted. Jane is a friend from Blogging University poetry class. Her poems are instruments to covey all the emotions you can imagine. She seems to write effortlessly.

For the challenge, the rules are:

I – Post your favorite quotes or your own quotes for three (3) posts in a row.

II – Thank the person who nominated you.

III – Pass it on to three (3) other bloggers per quote, each time you post them.

IIIb – Or pass it to nine (9) bloggers if you choose to post all the quotes together, in the same post.

I nominate three new friends:

Dorne, The Crazy Bag Lady and JanuarysDreamer. I hope you will accept the challenge.

Martha and I are collaborating on the quotes and photographs as we did before. We’ve been exploring sister quotes. Martha found this one that we feel expresses our relationship.


 by Isadora James 

sistersMeredith and Martha

angela and crissaAngela and Crissa

S & TSamantha and Taylor

my sisterHarvest House Publishers offers a book by Isadora James – “adorable line drawings and whimsical watercolors pair wonderfully with loving quotes, uplifting poems, and insightful scriptures that all celebrate the incredible gift of a sister.”