Monday, 11 December 2017

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny?...It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. what you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard  

A few of the small and wonderful things from the past week which brought untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.   
This was from my front window yesterday morning, but even more fell throughout the day.  This meant that church was cancelled yesterday as well as the Christmas Broadcast at the chapel and Ward Munch & Mingle last evening . . .  but no worries we got to feel safe and warm and all hyggy in our little home. 
It also meant that Audrey's funeral today has been post-poned and there will be a memorial service at the chapel at a later date.  The service at the Crematorium will be going ahead as planned this afternoon however, which we will be going to.  The Crematorium is local so it shouldn't be too hard to get to it.  I  hope I am not a blubbering mess, but I probably will be.  It is hard to say goodbye to people you love, even if you know they are in a better place.

My daughter has two exchange students living with her at the moment, one from Germany and one from Italy.  Cam and Maryn are learning about German and Italian customs.  In Germany on the night of December 5th, Children put their polished boots out and Saint Nikolaus comes during the night and fills the with little treats, chocolate coins, fruit, sweeties, etc. It looks like they are enjoying this custom! 
I got to celebrate two birthdays in my heart last week. 
On the 8th of December my youngest son Bruce turned 29.  I love him very much and I miss him. We were very close for most of his growing up years. Not so much now.  I am grateful however that he is happy and has someone special in his life that he loves and who loves him back.  He is a good and decent man.  I wish that things were different, but it is what it is.  Doesn't stop me from loving him, or caring about him and his life.  A mom is always a mom no matter what.  I hope that he had a lovely day.  I am sure he did.  He has a lovely wife, and I know she would make sure of it.

My youngest daughter Amanda turned 38 on the 9th.  I love her very much and miss her also. I had always hoped that we would enjoy the close relationship with each other that I enjoy with my own mother.  Alas, not to be. Again, it is what it is, and this mother't heart is just grateful that she has a good life with a good husband who loves and supports her in all ways, two beautiful children, a decent career, etc. And she is happy.  

All most mother's want is to know that their babies
are safe, healthy and happy,and mine are.
God is good.

(mom on her 85th birthday)

Sunday calls with mom.  I actually call her twice a week now and she is okay with that.  We mostly just talk about the same things each week, and that's okay.  She doesn't leave the house much these days unless she has a medical appointment, or banking to do, and of course the weekly Saturday jaunt to WalMart. (She has been going to that same shop in all of its incarnations every Saturday for about 50 years I think.)  We mostly talk about the past because she remembers that most of all and to be honest I am just grateful that I can still talk to her at all.  I know what a blessing this is and I will take it happily. 
 To get a book published at all these days takes a minor miracle unless you know someone or are an already published author.  So having my book published has been a great blessing in my life, full stop.  This has been the fulfillment of a lifelong dream.  To have people wanting to buy it is another blessing.  To have them then leave positive 5* reviews is yet another blessing for me.  I will take them gladly.  It has consistently sold out of every lot they have put onto Amazon, which is good.  I think there is one left at the moment on the American site and all the others are out of stock.  I am happy that people like it.  I am working on another one which will hopefully also be published, but this one will be smaller and not so expensive.  It will also contain some of my other writings, and some crafts, art, etc. fingers crossed it will also be published.  So far as it goes at the moment, they like the concept, so we will see.

Just to be  published or read at all is a HUGE blessing in my life. 
I've been practicing this art throughout this past year.  It is hard work for me because I am not a person who has ever thought very highly of myself.  But if I can at least be at peace with who and what I am and have become, then that is an inner battle won.  

I'm trying! 
Its not as hard as it looks.  In fact if you practice this often enough
it soon becomes natural.

The smell of baking Christmas Cakes.  Does anything smell better?  I dunno!  This smells pretty good.  Cake is all baked and awaiting decorating.  I want to do something a bit different this year.  I have no icing sugar or anything in the house however.  I need to get to a shop. God willing that will be possible soon. 
Christmas cards which are starting to arrive in the post.  I love them.  Mine are going out today.  I had to send the books first, and now those are all paid for and gone off, now I can send the cards, etc. that I have to send. I think next year I will set aside some money each month just for Christmas post. 
Hooray!  I now have a bus pass!  Yes, it finally came through.  It took months and months and a lot of hoop jumps, but it is now in my wallet and ready to use!  And its good until 2022, by which time, with any luck I will be the regular age of someone who is entitled to a bus bass with the Chester City Council anyways!  Thanks Sybil for all your help! 
My life is just filled to overflowing with small and simple blessings.  Each day that I open my eyes, that is a blessing . . . to be given the gift of yet an other day.  A daughter who wants to and who talks to me every day on messenger.  A husband who loves me even when I am being a huge pain in the arse.  A warm and dry house.  Food in my belly and water in my glass.  A comfortable place to sit and sleep and rest.  Friends and family.  The Gospel in my life.  My list goes on and on. Life is indeed, very, very good. 
A thought to carry with you . . . 

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"Yesterday I was clever so I
wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise, so,
I am changing myself."
~unknown    •。★★ 。* 。
BOOK OF MORMON CORNER - Today's reading - 2 Nephi 12:1-13:5
 Question -What kind of idols did Isaiah see? How can we be taught of the Lords ways and walk in His paths?  

My Thoughts - Gold, silver, horses and chariots and the work of their hands are those things which Isaiah saw in our day that we would worship. All the Lord wants is our heart, but sadly we worship so many idols which moth destroy and rust corrupts. When we live the law of consecration we look outward and not inward. We consecrate all our time and talents to build the kingdom of God. We take care of the poor and needy. It is overcoming the natural man, who wants to keep all his earnings for himself and to ignore those around us who are in need. By living the law of the fast, we learn to overcome our natural desires, and rely on the spirit for strength. We also care for the poor and needy. When we serve those in need we are only serving God. The opposite of the natural man is to become a saint. Only JESUS Christ and GOD the Father merit our worship. Anything else is false and will crumble one day. 
What stands in the way of me living the gospel all the time? Is it something I place in front of myself? In the moment do I chose something else over Heavenly Father? How do I use my time? Do I hold to beliefs about myself that are not true?  The Lord asks me to cast these things aside, humble myself, rely on Him. His ways. His paths. His law and His word. 
Tomorrow's reading (Day 53) -  2 Nephi 13:6-14:6
Question - How can you see these verses coming to pass? How do you make your home a defence against spiritual storms? 
In The English Kitchen today . . . Another Pot Roast.  This is a slightly different version, and most delicious.  Simple to do with tender, sliceable results and an easy tasty sauce for spooning over.  
I hope your week ahead is filled to abundance with small and wonderful things.  Don't forget! 
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Sunday, 10 December 2017

Magic happens . . .

We've had a bit of snow these past few days. It is quite unsual this time of year, and they are saying most of the country is going to really get lambasted with it today.  I kinda hope that they are wrong about that, but that is only because it is so hard here in the UK to get around anywhere when it snows.   Snow effectively trims your sails . . . quite a bit. We are just not used to dealing with it, and Todd has not had much practice with driving in snow.

I can remember being very excited about snow when I was a child, especially the first snow of the season.  Those big fluffy flakes falling down from the pewter sky like goosedown feathers  . . . as if the angels were having a pillow fight and the feathers were a-flying . . .

I can remember trying to catch them on my tongue . . . I thought snow had a special taste . . . 

I know it has a smell . . . like leaden skys, crisp and clean . . . like cool mountain streams, fresh and pure.  You know when its in the air.  There's a certain silence that foretells it's coming.  It is unmistakable and indescribable at the same time.

But it makes you want to dance.  And twirl.   And swirl.  It comes with special feelings and longings . . .and joys. 


It falls silently . . . it is water like the rain is water, but it has no sound.  There is no trickle, no beating against the window panes, no splatter of wet hitting pavement . . . just magical silence.  You stand at the window and watch it fall, at first just a few flakes and then . . . more and more and more and more . . . faster and faster, it speeds up until the ground which once held colour abeit it drab colour . . . begins to turn white, as the snow starts to lay.

You count the layers as they add up upon the roof of the car and the fence posts and the table on the terrace. You think of the birds, all huddled up in the hedge, their feathers puffed and fluffed, shivering to keep warm . . . while you stand at the window all toasty hygge, watching magic fall from the sky.

And so . . . you scramble through the kitchen cupboards to find something special for them . . . cookie crumbs, bits of bacon . . . suet . . . cracker crumbs . . . 

You stand in the silence . . . your feet marking the unspoilt as you crumble the crumbs on the garden floor . . . a brave robin being the only one brave enough to appear in your presence . . .  his little feet hopping here and there, creating little etchings in the snow.  You are in a magical world it seems, and you can't help but stand for just a few moments more just enjoying it . . . face tilted to the sky, whilst cold wet feathers brush your cheeks and dance upon your lashes . . .  

Your very breath dances in the air with little huffs and puffs . . . white and frosty . . . you hear the boiler kick in and a burst of cloud blows from the pipe in the wall, and all around the horizon the chimney pots puff and puff and puff, doing a dance of their own . . .  

It's not so bad after all . . . you think.  There is a special beauty in this magical interlude you think . . .  as you stamp your feet on the cocoa mat by the back door while you make your way back inside the house.  You can hear the kettle boiling and the warmth of the kitchen settles down on your shoulders where down begins to melt as if it had never been there.  One last glance out the door before you shut it, as if to assure you that it wasn't all just a dream . . . 

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"Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again." 
~Bill Morgan, Jr.    

Oh, I know  . . .  there is a not of negative stuff about the snow as well . . . shoveling the walkways, the drive, clearing off the car, getting about in it, etc.  I am a half glass full kind of a gal however and I don't like to dwell on that!  I do hope that the roads are manageable for Audrey's funeral tomorrow however.  Finger's crossed! We cannot miss it.

A thought to carry with you through today . . .

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Learn to smile at every situation.
See it as an opportunity
to prove your strength and ability.
~Joe Brown  
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BOOK OF MORMON CORNER - Today's Reading- 2 Nephi 10:18-11:8 
Question - In what ways can we reconcile ourselves to the will of God? How can we feel hope when all we can see is our weaknesses?
My thoughts - I like these verses - 'let us remember him, and lay aside our sins, and not hang down our heads, for we are not cast off' and 'my soul delighteth in his grace, and in his justice, and power, and mercy in the great and eternal plan of deliverance'. Remember Him and use His atonement, This is how I continually reconcile myself to God and how I find hope, so much hope!! When all I can see is my weaknesses. Because of the Saviour I have no reason to hang down my head and every reason for my soul to delight.

Also I like this part of today's reading 'we have been driven out... but we have been led to a better land, for the Lord has made the sea our path'. When I follow the lord and the steps He reveals to me I am always moved from where I am to a better place. This is often via obstacles (the sea) which He makes to be my paths of learning, growth and becoming a better more Christlike me.
Tomorrow's Reading (Day 52) - 2 Nephi 12:1-13:5
 Question -What kind of idols did Isaiah see? How can we be taught of the Lords ways and walk in His paths? 


Baking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Cinnamon Applesauce Bread served with a delicious Cinnamon Honey Butter. 

Have a wonderful Sunday!  Don't forget! 

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Saturday, 9 December 2017

Christmas light . . .

December is the month of the longest night and the shortest day.  She wraps herself in a ragged coat of sombre grey, as the dreary months of winter descend upon us.  We may not want to welcome Winter . . . but our hearts fill with joy because December is also the month of the greatest gift ever given to mankind.  It is the month we choose to celebrate the birth of a King, and from the cold grip of it's wintery hand . . . we take this most wonderful prize, which crowns the ending of the year . . . that glorious Christmas Miracle. 

One of the things I have always loved doing in the month of December is to walk through the neighborhood and take in all of the Christmas lights.  It was the same when I was a girl . . . and it matters not where I have lived.  There are always beautiful lights to take in, and the darkness and dreariness of this month only serve to make them all the more beautiful. 

 Some people go wild with lights . . . festooning every nook and cranny with twinkling lights of seemingly a thousand colours . . . but which is only really three or four.  Blow up Santas and snowmen . . . like big puffed balloons saying  . . . "Look at me! Look at me!"  And we . . . look.  Others only have a few . . . a token string of two, perhaps coloured or perhaps white strung around their windows that face out onto the street, beautiful too in their understated simplicity. 

My childhood Decembers were ablaze with Christmas lights . . . there was always one house in the neighborhood which inspired people from miles around to come and have a look.  In the small town near where I spent most of my childhood, it was the old Eisner house, next to the Eisner's restaurant on main street.  A dark and imposing house in the day time (it was almost painted black), in December it came alive with every angle and corner of it's walls and roof being lined with tiny white lights, most spectacular to witness . . . and there would be carols playing nonstop as well, over a sound system, which served up pure delight to the soul.  I don't know what it must have been like living next door to it.  After days of this it was probably most annoying  to their closest neighbors, but . . . to those of us who travelled a distance to see it . . .  it was spectacular and wonderful and most magical! 


Long about mid-December my father would bring home a Christmas tree . . . fat and green and smelling of the deep woods . . . of sap and pine . . . the smell of Christmas.  It sat outside for a few days.  You could do that back then.  Nobody would steal it . . . funny how the world has changed.  Now it would probably be gone within the hour . . . but back then, t'was a different world for sure.
When it finally did come into the house it would be with great pomp and ceremony.  My mother would have laid old sheets down onto the floor so that it could be brought to it's final resting place without creating too much of a mess.  Inevitably it would always need a bit cut off the trunk . . .

Ahhh . . . even more of that deep woodsy smell.  ☺ 

 We had an old metal tree stand which consisted of a metal bowl with three curved metal legs, with what seemed like huge bolts which screwed into the base of the tree and held it upright.  Red and green it was . . . the bowl holding the water which would help to keep the tree fresh and hopefully prevent any risk of fire.  It was important to water the tree daily.  It probably sat upright in that bowl for another few days before it was decorated . . . so that the branches would settle and fall into their rightful places in the warmth of the house . . . each walk past its seemingly majestic glory  tempting small fingers to touch and caress it's prickly green needles, made only more tempting by having been forbidden. 

 My father always had the job of putting on the lights, and every year it seemed to be the same daunting struggle for him.  It didn't seem to matter how much care had been given over to storing them the year before, they were always inevitably tangled and untangling them was a chore which always created a certain amount of tension, only slightly less than the tension brought on by the inevitable burnt out light which meant that none of them worked.  Each light would then have to be tested to see which was the naughty culprit.  The three of us, my brother, sister and I  . . .  would sit on the sofa watching this all with great anticipation . . . just close enough that we had a wonderful view of all the goings on . . . but far enough away that we would not add to the frustration and tension of this exercise.  There were always great shouts of glee as finally the lights all lit up . . . and all the fury of the moments just before would slip away, melting into oblivion for another year. 

My father also strung all of the lights onto the tree.  That was his job.  I don't know if he liked doing it or not.  I have never asked him . . . I think I will call him one afternoon this week and talk about the tree and see what his memories of it might be.  I only know for sure that, as a child, there was no more magnificent sight on earth than that Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room, all lit up and waiting for the decorations to be put on. 

Out of the big decoration box would come smaller boxes, each one filled with a multitude of tissue wrapped coloured glass baubles . . . pink and turquoise, red and green, silver and gold . . . some plain, some frosted, some painted with glittery snowflakes and trees  We were never allowed to touch these for fear that we might break them.  I loved to look at them . . . my reflection staring back at me, warped and resplendent in their glow.  Then too there were small glass birds with bristle tails that were clipped onto the branches . . . here and there all over the tree . . . and my favourite decoration of all . . . what looked like small pie tins, filled with little red and white spotted toadstools and green pine branches. 

 I am sure that is what began this great love affair I have with red and white spotted toadstools.  I gave those toadstools many a loving and forbidden caress during all of my growing up years and I am sure that they are still tucked away in a box somewhere down in my mother's basement . . . I recreated them for myself when my own children were small, using little foil tart tins I bought at the grocery store and green felt, as well as little red and white toadstools I found in a craft shop.  What lovely memories they stirred for me in my heart as I lovingly put them together. 

There was no such thing as a themed tree in my childhood . . . only a Christmas Tree, which held a thousand memories of childhood joy and glee.  

There were a couple of other items in the Christmas box of ornaments that we delighted in as children, and which we only ever got to see at Christmas.  One was a small cardboard box, which said something about the toilet present and toilet past. It had a small porcelain toilet in it with a lid and a seat that worked, sat alongside a small ceramic chamber pot. The other was a small ceramic figure of a little German girl crouching and holding her skirts up, as if to use the toilet.  There was a small hole on her bottom that you could put these little silver pellets in. When my mother lit them with the end of her cigarette, they would explode into small curls which fell on the table behind her, for all the world looking as if she were having a you know what.  You can imagine to a child how fascinatingly exciting this would be, especially when witnessed only once a year by the soft glow of a well lit Christmas tree  . . .  

This year we have only a small table top tree, 3 feet tall . . .  our tiny house for some reason would not fit the full tree this year.  I think it is because we have moved the furniture around so much.  This gives us a lovely seating area, but alas, no room for a real full sized tree.  Some years are like that.

A thought to carry with you  . . .         
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One of the most glorious messes in the world 
is the mess created in the living room on Christmas Day. 
Don't clean it up too quickly.
~Andy Rooney   •。★★ 。* 。 

Spiritual Enlightenment  


BOOK OF MORMON CORNER - Today's Reading - 2 Nephi 9:50-10:17
QuestionWhat are things you prioritise that won't "satisfy"? What advice is Jacob giving us in these verses? 

 My thoughts - Feast upon that which perisheth not. That would be my covenants, holy words of God, revelation through the still small voice. We are told to feast upon the words of Christ, that they will tell us all things what we should do. My knowledge and experiences, and covenants made and sealed by the holy spirit of promise are all I can take with me when I leave this earth. My greatest treasure are my family. Jacob also says, "do not spend money for that which is of no worth, nor your labour for that which cannot satisfy." The world persuades us so well that we must have the news clothes, cars, houses, holidays etc. There may come a time where I may regret a certain purchase if I have no food for my table or roof for my head. We must be wise and follow the guidance from the scriptures and our prophet. 
I have heard this phrase and I love it, "you can never get enough of something you don't need". I feel like satan is constantly chucking solutions at us. If you feel (insert any negative emotion) try this, blah, blah, blah.  He entices us to waste our time, talents, money and efforts on ourselves. He wants to keep us separate, busy and empty. Seeking after anything other than Christ to fill me leaves me empty. I love these lyrics from a hymn we sing at church "the spirits voice of goodness whispers to our hearts a better choice than evils anguished cries, loud may the sound of hope ring til all doubt departs, and we are bound to him by loving ties." I know that as I spend my time drawing near to the Lord and doing His work He fills me.

Tomorrow's Reading (Day 51) -2 Nephi 10:18-11:8 
Question - In what ways can we reconcile ourselves to the will of God? How can we feel hope when all we can see is our weaknesses?

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Crumble Topped Mince Pies.  The pretty one sister to the plain jane. 

Have a great Saturday!  Don't forget! 
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Friday, 8 December 2017

My Friday Finds . . .

A few of the things I find each week that pique my interest and inspire me to want to do, create, become, etc. Maybe they will also inspire you!    
Hot Pickled Peppers from The Roasted Root.  I like hot pickled peppers on subs. I have never seen a pickled pepper over here in the UK.  Maybe I am looking in the wrong places?

A very pretty baby sweater.  From What To Knit When.  You might be seeing me  doing a few baby projects in the near future because, guess what!  Ariana is going to have a baby!  We are very excited for her and Jose and have told them free babysitters on tap, just around the corner. Anytime. ♥  a free pattern for crochet baby shoes. These are so cute.

DIY Oven Cleaner.  Cleverly Inspired.  All natural.  
Divided Scripture Case Tutorial from Sugar Bee Crafts.  You could easily adapt it for any scriptures however.  
How to transfer images to fabric, from The Navage Patch

How to remove pet hair from every surface.

Mooey and Friends.  A free pattern for a DIY Neck Pillow.  Crochet.  

Big Little Doll Making.  How to embroier coloured eyes.  A tutorial.  

Pizzazzerie.  Free Printable gift tags and a recipe for Cinnamon Spice Caramel Corn.  

Crochet Flower Bracelet, a free pattern from Blog Lovin.  

Vegan Baking Substitutions.  Baking for a Vegan can be a nightmare.  This might help a lot!


DIY Christmas bowling game.  From Handmade Charlotte

Chocolate Dipped Candy Canes. Simply Kierst.   Such a simple idea! 

Hungry Happiness.  Frosty Snowman Pretzels.  

Q Bees Quest.  A tutorial for making these hershey's chocolate Christmas trees.  Sweet!  

A slightly simpler version from One Little Project.  

I could find no source, but it is a simple enough idea.  Christmas Cookie Cans for gift giving using empty Pringles Cans.

Yummiest Food.  Christmas Red Velvet Poke Cake.  Very pretty!  


DIY Grocery Bag Holder.  From Easy Sewing For Beginners. 


 I could not find a source for this felt Heart Corner Bookmark, but it should be simple enough to do.  I think it's cute.  It would make a great gift along with a favourite book for reading.

Tips for Women.  20 Things to sew for the Kitchen.  

A beautiful knitted Shawl.  This is so pretty.  From Balls to Walls Knits.  

And those are my finds for today.  Not too many that are exciting, but there might be something there that catches your eye.

A thought to carry with you . . .  

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When you do things from your soul,
you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
~Rumi  •。★★ 。* 。 


BOOK OF MORMON CORNER - Today's Reading - 2 Nephi 9:31-49
Question -What have you learnt from the reading today? What does it mean to be spiritually minded? 

My thoughts -I love this quote - "Why did God put the first commandment first? Because He knew that if we truly loved Him we would want to keep all of His other commandments....When we put God first, all other things fall into their proper place or drop out of our lives. Our love of the Lord will govern the claims for our affection, the demands on our time, the interests we pursue, and the order of our priorities" Ezra Taft Benson 

 Verse 41 is one of my favourite verses. We live in a world of shortcuts. Seekers of the easy life and the feelings of entitlement are all around us. This scripture says to me  that there are no shortcuts, there is only ONE way. If you want Eternal Life you HAVE to go to the Saviour, only the Saviour. I love that it says "he employeth no servant there" and "he cannot be deceived, for the Lord God is his name". I know the Lord has taken upon Him my sins, my transgressions, my sorrows, my disappointments, my pain and everything I have faced or ever will face. Because of this He knows me more personally than anyone else, and He is eager to open Heaven's gate to me. I need to keep the covenants I have made, both Baptismal, Temple and otherwise.That is what I CAN do to ensure I'm spiritually minded. I trust Him, He will open the gate and let me in.  I also found this lovely quote in the institute manual "Elder Maxwell further explained: “The self-assigned gatekeeper is Jesus Christ, who awaits us out of a deep divine desire to welcome us as much as to certify us; hence, ‘He employeth no servant there.’ (2 Nephi 9:41.) If we acknowledge Him now, He will lovingly acknowledge and gladly admit us then!".

Tomorrow's Reading (Day 50) - 2 Nephi 9:50-10:17
QuestionWhat are things you prioritise that won't "satisfy"? What advice is Jacob giving us in these verses? 


In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Cheese and Garlic Scrolls.  Very easy and very tasty.

Have a fabulous Friday.  It is supposed to be very stormy here today with possibly snow showers.  Go carefully, and don't forget!

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And I do too!