A recap of The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries: The Mystery of the Ghostwriter’s Cruise (with spoilers)

Here I am with another recap of an episode from The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries show from 1977.

As I’ve mentioned before, in the first season of this series, the episodes switched back and forth from Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew episodes and in the next season, they started to join together. Eventually, they began to phase out the Nancy episodes and focus more on The Hardy Boys. A new actress also started as Nancy when Pamela Sue Martin became disenchanted with the parts that were being written for her character.

*Disclaimer: These posts do spoil the entire episode. Also, I do joke around a lot about the cheesiness or plot holes or the “weird” 70s hairstyles, clothes or music, but please know it is all in good fun. I have fun watching these and the mysteries are often very interesting. Please don’t leave me comments enraged that I am making fun of your favorite show. *wink* I make fun of my favorite shows too!


In this episode, focused on Nancy Drew and titled, The Mystery of the Ghostwriter’s Cruise, we start out with people loading on to a cruise ship.

First, we see the ship with people waving from the decks and then we see a scrapbook with photos featuring an elderly man and the headline under the one photo reads: “Famous Mystery Writer John Addam to Set Sail.”

Underneath the photo there is a handwritten note which reads: “Castling to protect king — two moves to checkmate — this will be your last cruise, Mr. Addams. Your going to . . .” A hand begins writing and finishes the sentence by adding the word “die.”

I should note here that I copied that sentence verbatim from the threatening note in the journal (as you can see by the photo) and really wanted to go back and change “your” to “you’re.”

Imagine the editors not noticing that error before this episode aired. Or maybe they never noticed. Ha!

Immediately after this scene we see an elderly man and a young woman standing next to him and they are being interviewed by a TV reporter. The reporter asks the man, who we can see is Mr. Addams, the mystery writer we saw in the photos in the first scene, what made him decide to retire.

What she actually says is, “What finally decided you to do it?”

Um…huh? I don’t know about the writers of this show sometimes, but anyhow….

Mr. Addams answers that writing is getting boring now. “There isn’t a new twist anywhere.”

She asks him if this means there will never be another book featuring the main characters from his mystery books and he tells her she clearly hasn’t read his books because he killed off one character, retired the other one, and the third has simply gotten too old to do anything.

The camera pans to Nancy and her father, Carson, and friends George Fayne and Ned Nickerson. Ned is carrying all the luggage asking why the girls have so much if they are only going on the cruise for a week.

We switch quickly back to the interview and the author is mellowing a bit as he answers questions. He also refers to his niece Cathy as being his main helper with his books these days.

Nancy and the crew are now listening in the background and soon Mr. Addams ends the interview so he can meet up with them.

It isn’t clear why, but Nancy and George seem to be going on this cruise with Mr. Addams. At first, I thought maybe he is an uncle to one of them but that’s never really made clear, so I believe he is simply a friend of Carson’s.

This is one of the first times I’ve seen Nancy act like she and Ned might be more than friends. As they are saying goodbye Ned expresses concern that she will get herself in trouble and she says she doesn’t plan to and then assures him she will be safe on the cruise, leans up, and gives him a quick peck on the mouth.

Oh. Um. Well then.

Carson tells Mr. Addams to take care of the girls and Mr. Addams answers, “I’ll certainly do that.”

This whole time there is a man with either an amused or creepy smile on his face, we aren’t sure which, watching both the interview and the gathering of Mr. Addams and Nancy and her friends and Dad.

This will start an interesting episode-long tactic of making the viewers question who is suspicious and who isn’t, by the camera focusing on a person frowning, smiling, glaring, or simply looking, well, suspicious while  watching Mr. Addams and the girls. This is done a number of times making us guess who was behind the eventual threats against Mr. Addams.

Let’s get back to the story, though.

On their way to find their rooms, the party is stopped by the captain. He tells Mr. Addams what a pleasure it is to have him on board and invites them all to dine with him at his table that night.

After that praise fest it’s on to their rooms but not before we have the suspenseful music and a pause by the captain with him watching the group walk away. Huh…is he also suspicious? And then there is a young woman watching them too. Is she suspicious or just a fan?

They were really dropping the red herrings left and right from the start in this one.

After the captain, the group run into George the activities director. He’s excited to meet George since his name is also George. George and George. Ha. Ha. He clearly thinks George is cute and lets her know he can’t wait to see her later during the cruise. He  creepily touches her face, trailing his finger down her cheek, and says “There’s a hidden depth to you….”

Her expression cracks me up. It is a mix of flattered and horrified — pretty much how most viewers probably feel watching that moment. *snort laugh*

Once they finally get to the room there is a man waiting for them and he is not welcoming.  He is the man who we saw at the beginning of the episode watching the interview and he says his name is Peter Howard. He has a tape recorder and starts smooth talking Mr. Addams, telling him he wants an interview with him about the memoir he’s planning to write. Mr. Addams says he isn’t going to be writing a memoir and tells the man to get out.

George and Cathy go to explore the ship, leaving Nancy and Mr. Addams in his cabin. Mr. Addams says he’s going to take a nap and settles back in a chair. Before he can fall asleep, though, Nancy finds the scrapbook with the threat written in it. She reads it to him and he sort of shrugs and says, “You don’t go through life like a battering ram without making some enemies.” He doesn’t like the idea someone may be after him but he also thinks it might be a prank so he decides to nap and Nancy decides to go meet up with George and Cathy.

Mr. Addams asks her to leave one light on in the cabin because he doesn’t like to wake up in pure darkness and when she goes to turn a lamp on, a huge spark flies out, knocking her down.

There is a fade out as the show goes to commercial break and when we “return” (there are no commercials where I watched this on a YouTube channel where someone uploaded all the episodes), George and Cathy are back and Nancy is sitting on the couch with a glass of water.

Everyone is concerned about Nancy and the captain steps in because he’s probably concerned about his ship’s reputation with the light in a celebrity’s cabin almost zapping the life out of someone. A ship electrician has arrived and says the lamp was definitely rewired to it would zap someone on purpose.

Mr. Addams points out how bad the situation is but how it could have been even worse if he had touched the lamp since he is an old man with a heart condition.

The electrician is a fan of Mr. Addam’s and lets him know how the fact someone targeted him is like a scene from one of his books. Wow. I bet Mr. Addams had no idea the attack was similar to one of his books. Good thing that electrician was there to tell him.

 Viewers are left feeling that there is something not quite right about this electrician but can’t put their finger on it. He goes on the list of suspects too at this point.

As if we don’t have enough suspense, we will soon find out that the captain is worried about what could be deadly fog settling around the ship. He tells the crew to keep him abreast of the situation and then heads to dinner.

Throughout the episode we keep being shown a person in a long trench coat moving around the ship. We see them again as Nancy is on her way to dinner. They are cutting some wires and putting what looks like a bomb somewhere in the bottom of the ship. Eek. This episode is intense and I’m not kidding.

As in any Nancy Drew episode of the series, we have another moment where an older man seems to be flirting with her. This time she’s dancing with Mr. Howard who wants to know how well she knows Mr. Addams. What’s a little icky about this scene is that it’s like Nancy is flirting back with the man. He’s old enough to be her father! *gag sound*

“I’m not a stepping stone to him, you know, Mr. Howard,” she says coyly.

I’m sure that’s not how the writers meant it, though, really, so I’m just teasing.

Anyhow, they chat a bit about how she knows him and she says she knows his niece Cathy more, which is something I’m just learning about because for this whole episode I’m assuming Mr. Addams is friends with Carson.

Anyhow, Mr. Howard says he’ll get what he wants from Mr. Addams,  mainly by intimidation. He’s smiling but…hmmm….is he the mystery note writer?

Nancy escapes Mr. Howard by bumping into the electrician or crew member, whose name is Tony by the way, and asking him for a dance before questioning him if there could be a stowaway on the ship. The man says there couldn’t be and the two continue to dance while Cathy looks on sadly. Her uncle encourages her to go out and dance but she simply looks sad and declines.

A girl named Adrienne approaches Cathy and Mr. Addams at their table and tells Cathy she went to school with her brother.

Cathy invites Adrienne to sit with them, and a chat ensues.

On the dance floor, the Georges are dancing together and the male George says the female George (yes, this does sound like the start of a joke…), “You know George, you’re very attractive.” And the female George responds, “You are too, George. In your own way.”

Ouch.

We flip to a scene with Mr. Addams out on the deck of the ship for a smoke. Suddenly a voice starts speaking over the loudspeaker, telling him that this is his last cruise, etc. The voice is echoing and s female voice. The voice taunts him in reminding him of what happened to his victims in his books. He is looking freaked out as the voice tells him he is going to die.

He runs into Nancy and asks her if she can hear the voice. She can and they start to look for the source of it and find a cassette recorder broadcasting through the loudspeaker.

Nancy points out that the recorder looks like the one Peter Howard had and suggests that he was hoping to sneak up behind Mr. Addams when Mr. Addams was looking for the source of the voice.

Cathy is out on deck next and says she heard the voice too.  

“Whoever did it made a very big mistake,” Nancy says and stares at Cathy pointedly. Cathy stares back. Also pointedly. Dun-dun-duuuuuuuun.

Nancy and Mr. Addams rush to the captain’s office to play him the tape but when they hit play, the recording is gone.

Now they both feel stupid and leave with their heads  hanging down. The captain watches them leave with a little smirk.

There are a lot of smirking people in this episode.

To speed this recap up a bit I’ll skip ahead a bit. After discussing that this all sounds a lot like a book Mr. Addams wrote called The Mystery of the Ghostwriter’s Cruise (gasp! The episode title!), Nancy goes to look for the book in the ship library because, yeah, sure, a ship is going to have an extensive library with just the book she needs. She can’t find it and we see the person with the gloves and the trench coat throw the book overboard.

Moving ahead again, Nancy bumps into Tony, literally, and he looks at her with “come hither eyes” and says, “I heard the captain say you think someone wired that lamp on purpose.” She says she does and he … yes, you guessed it…smirks.

“Who would do a thing like that?” he asks, suggesting she’s just some silly girl.

He tells her he will help all he can but to please be careful “in case there is some nut running around the ship.”

Are  you the nut, Tony? Be honest now…you did think it was important to tell Mr. Addams you read all his books

Adrienne has somehow wiggled her way into the show and is now playing chess with Mr. Addams. She seems a bit miffed when the old man wins.

Nancy looks at the scrapbook with the threat in it again to see if she can figure out who might be making the threats and finds an article about a Martin Carroll who sued Mr. Addams for stealing his idea for a book.

When Nancy asks, Mr. Addams says Martin Carroll would be about 50 now. He also says he didn’t steal the man’s idea. They were working on the book together and Martin Carroll simply flaked out and walked away. There was also never enough evidence for the lawsuit to go forward.

Nancy begins to suspect that Martin Carroll is actually Peter Howard.

She somehow uses a CB radio to contact her dad and ask for more information about Martin Carroll. The captain is listening in and looks very concerned about her conversation.

Nancy soon gets a telegram for her dad telling her that Martin Carroll died six months earlier. He also tells her he will be meeting her on the first island the cruise ship is stopping at.

Nancy then finds someone leaving Mr. Addams room. She chases the person into the belly of the ship and is knocked off a metal ladder and is about to fall to her death when Tony shows up to rescue her.

Tony tells her she needs to be careful (he’s the new Ned, I guess) and then we are in the bridge and the captain sees on the monitors that they are about to hit a tidal wave. He wants the crew to tell the passengers what is going on without alarming them.

In between all this, George (the female one) is asked to sing by George (the male one). We listen to a subdued 70’s style song but they are interrupted by crew members telling everyone to get their lifejackets on.

Nancy smells a hoax though. She runs to tell the captain that she thinks the tidal wave is a hoax and that it isn’t going to hit. While she tries to convince him, we get cut away shots of Mr. Howard smirking while he drinks some kind of alcohol and Cathy looking creepy.

Turns out Nancy is right and someone has hacked the radar. But why?

Nancy has to find out.

She asks Tony if he knows anything about the Carroll case since he was such a huge fan of Mr. Addams. He says yes and that Martin Carroll did write one book and it was called The Mystery of the Haunted Cruise.

Nancy rushes to the ship library again and — it’s a miracle — the book is there! She reads the ending of the book and finds out that the character in the book is backed against a railing before being killed. She flips to the front of the book and sees a dedication that reads, “To my wife Celeste and my daughter …. ADRIENNE??!!!”

Nancy rushes out of the library and then we are sent to the deck where George and George are talking but that isn’t important — what is important is that Nancy runs out looking for Mr. Addams.

George tells her that he’s walking on deck with Adrienne.

“She’s the one who has been doing all this!” Nancy cries. “Get the captain right away.”

Suddenly we are on the deck where Adrienne shoves Mr. Addams toward the ship railing and declares he killed her father.

“He was a broken man, Mr. Addams in health and spirit,” Adrienne tells him. “I’ve lived under your shadow for years. Your name was all I ever heard in our house. My father was obsessed with you. You ruined his life. You robbed him of the success that might have changed his life.”


“And you wanted me to relive the events of that book?” Mr. Addams asks.

Adrienne says, “That’s right. Everything the way it was.”

Mr. Addams suggests that she couldn’t kill him, though, not really. Adrienne disagrees and is about to shove him over the railing when Nancy stops her at the same time the captain and his first mate are walking up to the scene.

“I don’t think she would have gone through with it,” Mr. Addams says, an optimist, despite being a grump through much of the episode.

All is well now, but Nancy and George decide they’re going to get off the ship on the island where Ned and Mr. Drew are meeting them.

Mr. Addams is going to finish his cruise, and he decides not to press charges against Adrienne, instead asking that she get mental help.

He even grants an interview with Mr. Howard.

And with that the episode is over.

As I said, this was one of the more intense and exciting ones.

Up next for a recap is Episode 13 of the series with The Hardy Boys and entitled The Secret of the Jade Kwan Yin.

If you want to read some of my recaps of other episodes of this show, you can find them by doing a search for Hardy Boys Nancy Drew in the search bar on the right sidebar.


Lisa R. Howeler is a blogger, homeschool mom, and writes cozy mysteries.

You can find her Gladwynn Grant Mystery series HERE.

You can also find her on Instagram and YouTube.

Saturday Evening Chat: A little pool, a little busy, and some photos to look back on

I’m the type of person who has never liked summer unless I can spend most of it in a pool. This year, though, we don’t have the pool we had before at my parents. Maintaining it has become too much for my dad with all his mounting health issues and it’s hard for us to maintain it the way he would like.

The decision to take it down was made a couple of weeks ago and it’s been very sad to walk out back and not see it. This past week my dad and son put up a small pool that our neighbors gave us a couple of years ago but it is a ton smaller than the last one.

It will at least be something that we can sit in, almost like a hot tub, when it is super hot out at least. Of course, I have to get myself in the pool without injuring myself. I am short and round so climbing in and out of a pool without a ladder, even when it is a shorter pool, can be a challenge. I did manage to get in the pool while it was filling on Thursday. It was nice to sit in it and watch Little Miss play and splash around. It was less fun trying to get back out again, especially since I needed to use the little girl’s room.

It was only comical after the fact, of course.

We are looking for a small ladder or step stool that will make getting in and out easier for all of us.

Last week was very busy for us, compared to our usual schedule in the summer.

Little Miss and I went to a library event and her 4-H Wildlife Club on Monday. On Tuesday we went to VBS but had a not-so-great experience there so on Wednesday we went to my parents to help clean. We went back on Thursday.

Yesterday and today, we stayed home and watched movies and TV, read books, ate watermelon, cooked dinner, bathed the dog, and tried our best to just relax.

Tomorrow The Husband and I are celebrating 23 years of marriage, so we are going out to dinner and to a used bookstore. Yes, we are that exciting. We both love books, though, and the little village where the bookstore is located is very picturesque so it should be a nice day.

Next week The Husband is on vacation and we have a few day trips planned but nothing very exciting. He and the kids are most excited about seeing the new Superman movie, but I’m really not that excited so I might sit this one out.

While typing this blog post up, Microsoft’s One Drive suggested I look at some photos from this same date five years ago.

Here are those photos:

These are from a trip we took a friend’s farm for me to take some photos for them and to sell for stock photography. I don’t know why but my dad took me out with the kids and on the way home he took the long way back and we ended up with a flat tire. Luckily, he knows how to change tires, but we had to wait a bit while he did that. While we waited there was a wonderful sunset for us to watch.

It was fun to visit the friend and see all her cows and the creamery she had opened. Sadly, life circumstances led to the creamery being closed and the cows being moved but her sons are still involved in farming and in showing cows for 4H.

In closing, I’ll leave us all with a quick reminder of how we need some breaks from all the hard stuff in the news. I read a couple of reminders this week that we as humans are not meant to consume all this information about the tragedies in the world all at once. Our minds are not infinite enough to handle all the grief, all the horror, all the fear on our own.

My advice to myself and to you is to take breaks from it all.

Don’t take it all in at once.

Just because we can know everything that is going on these days, doesn’t mean we need to.

Read a book. Watch a nice movie. Take a walk outside. Play with your kids and grandkids. Pet your dog and/or cat.

Sing some hymns.

We can’t ignore all the bad news, of course, but in the end we have to leave it in the hands of the only one who can carry it all.

How was your week last week? I hope it went well and I hope you have a good week this week.  

Saturday Afternoon Chat: Cold weather, evil, spell-casting cats, and family history

This past week our area was plunged into an arctic cold that had me wishing I could wrap myself in a cacoon of blankets and only crawl out to use the potty and get snacks.

I spent much of the beginning of the week acting like anyone who stepped outside our door into the arctic cold would immediately turn into ice and shatter.

“Don’t go out there!” I’d cry. “It’s so cold and you could get hypothermia! Frost bite!”

“Mom,” The Boy would say. “I’m just going to get some wood from the woodpile. Chill.”

Our animals stared forlornly out the windows at the snow that fell right before the temps dropped into single digits. Sometimes the cats would stare sadly at the back door and I would let them out. Sometimes less than ten minutes later they were looking in the window in our kitchen from the outside, their little faces panicked, as if I didn’t just tell them it was deathly cold outside.

Our cats have been curling up in front of the woodstove on most days and nights. They are much more cuddly than in warmer weather, as I have mentioned before. The youngest, Scout has even started curling up with me in the mornings before I am out of bed and it is during one of these cuddle sessions this morning that I was reminded how evil cats are. I am convinced they are sorcerers or sorceresses.

What Scout does is climb on my chest already purring. Then she bumps her nose against my nose and licks my chin. Her eyelids are all heavy and she sniffs the pillow next to me, bumping her head against my cheeks and chin and then finally curling up against my arm, next to my neck and shoulder. She snuggles as close to my face as she cans and begins to purr more in earnest, all while watching me with half-open eyes, drawing me into  her spell.

Sometimes she stretches her legs and paws out across my chest and purrs more, urging me into a deep sleep after I have already said I need to get out of bed and get the fire started.

“No,” she seems to say. “You will lay here. You will fall into a deep, all-consuming slumber. You will be delayed in starting your day. Why? Because I, your cat overlord, demand it. You are losing willpower. You are growing warm, cozy, and, most importantly, sleep. There you go. That’s right. Don’t fight it. Ignore the dog. She can pee later. What you need is me, your warm cat overload, your warm blanket, and the dreams of walking in a peaceful forest that I am now planting in your head. That’s right…you’re getting sleepy….”

Sometimes I wake up and she’s snoozing next to me – like she got some of her magic sleep dust on herself. Other times I wake up and she’s gone, and I wonder if she cast her spell so she can get up to some mischief elsewhere in the house.

This morning I fought her hard and finally managed to crawl out of bed and find some sunlight coming into our living room, which is welcome, but misleading since it is still only 25F (-3C), which is much better than 8F (-13).

It was so cold last week that not even our furnace, woodstove, and electric heat upstairs could seem to drive the cold out of our rooms.

I spent most of the week locked inside, watching Edwardian Farm, All Creatures Great and Small, and old movies.

I also read quite a bit.

On Thursday I was finally able to break free (“ I want to break free…I want to break free….” Sorry. I always end up humming songs with lyrics that matched what I just said. I know. I’m weird.) and go visit my parents while The Husband stayed at home and suffered through the cold the kids had had earlier in the week. I hadn’t seen my Mom since January 8 and had only briefly seen my dad during that time. Either it was too cold or I had sick children and was worried I’d be next and pass whatever virus we had on to them.

Somehow, I either managed to avoid the illness or had such minor symptoms that it did not hit me as hard.

At my parents I looked through a bunch of old photo albums and found some interesting photographs. One of those photographs I will share in a future blog post to tie up my posts about letters written between my great-great grandfather and his brothers during the Civil War.

Other photographs are photos I have seen many times over the years. They are from a photo album that my grandmother said belonged to Ivy, her aunt. I don’t know if Ivy took all of the photographs, but Grandma said she believed that she took some and collected the others. There are photographs of her sisters and my grandmother and her sister when they were babies. My grandmother was born in 1909 and Ivy died in 1915 so Grandma didn’t really remember her, but she remembered stories about her. Ivy passed away at the age of 29 from a kidney condition.

Based on the photographs of her and others in the book, she seemed like a very adventurous and fun person.

My favorite photo of her is this one:

This is her and her sister Carmen.


Second is this one:


I also like this one and wonder what she’s doing in this photo.

And I love this posed shot with these four women, though there was nothing written in the album to tell me who they are. I think one is Ivy and maybe Carmen again.

I just love their poses and the artistic elements of this shot.

The album, by the way, is made with photographs glued to black pages with no plastic to protect them.

I used to sit in the floor of my grandma’s living room, haul that album and other old loose photos out of a box and just pour over them. They fascinated me — the outfits, expressions, locations I could recognize from the tiny village I grew up in – a portal to life long ago.

There used to be a train station in the little village  (which is only a few houses and an old church and cemetery) I grew up in. There is a path by the creek that is overgrown but yet still features a cleared path where the train tracks used to be and that never seems to grow over no matter how many years have passed.  Parts of the stone used to build the railroad bridge is still located there, but most of the railroad tracks themselves are gone.

There is one photo in this book of a group of women and a few men sitting along the tracks and the platform. As I was preparing this post I noticed I had not taken a photo of that photo so I can’t share it here. That’s probably because it was a pretty dark photo – so dark I could barely make out the three men sitting behind the women in all white.

In the photo, though, I can recognize the exact spot it was taken even though it was 116 years ago. Behind the group, to the left would be the field where cows now roam and beyond that field is the house that I grew up in — a house built maybe 150 years ago.

The house is still standing but in not great shape and no longer owned by us.

The photographs that really interest me in this book are the  unique ones. The ones where no one is looking at the camera or if they are they are doing so it is in a playful way.

There is one photo where we can see a man through the bushes and I imagine he is on his way to the shore of the pond that used to be there behind the cemetery.

I have created this story in my mind that Ivy took that photograph of him secretly because she had a crush on him, or maybe they were an item. Further on in the book there is a photo of her with this same man. They are sitting in the buggy of a horse and carriage.

Maybe they weren’t “an item.” Maybe they are related somehow, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the name in the genealogy.  

It’s always made me wonder if they ever had a relationship, but it ended because of her health issues. She never married before she passed away.

I’d better stop rambling about family history or this blog post could go on for a long time.

This is a subject I find myself blathering about to people who probably consider faking a heart attack just to get away from me.

We are expecting cold weather again this upcoming week but we have nowhere to go, other than maybe visiting my parents once or twice.

What have all of you been doing? How is the weather where you are? Do you have anything exciting going on during the upcoming week?

Saturday Afternoon Chat returns: small illness, school update, and very, very cold temperatures

I miss my Saturday Afternoon Chat with my bloggy friends.

I tried to combine this post with my Sunday Bookends, but I don’t find I enjoy it as much because I don’t want to ramble in that post since it is mainly about books and what I’m watching and part of a link up.

On Saturdays I can ramble a bit and it feels more like I am chatting with my friends. Not that people who read my Sunday posts aren’t friends….yep. there I go again. Digging a hole. Ha! I have a talent at that.

Well, hopefully my regular readers understand me and how much I just miss chatting with you like old times.

It isn’t that I have a ton to chat about right now — or at least anything exciting.

Little Miss has had a light cough and a fever, but not a lot else, for the last three days. Her illness started on Thursday and messed up plans she had to go visit her friends today, but, hopefully, we can reschedule.

She had us a bit nervous Friday night as her temp jumped to 103 and then 103.4 Saturday morning but she was otherwise acting fine. Her nose wasn’t even running. She was somewhat tired, had no appetite, and that annoying dry cough, but it didn’t hit her as hard as some other illnesses have.

The plan before she became sick was for The Husband and I to hang out alone in the afternoon — at least after the Crafternoon Erin from Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs and I hosted (more on that further down in this post). The Boy was going to go with her too so he could see his friend, who is the brother of Little Miss’s friend.

We’re a little baffled how Little Miss caught anything since we’ve been out of the house only once this past week. Her symptoms developed 12 hours after that one quick outing and we think that was much too quick, but, of course, it is possible. Our other theory is that one of the boys brought it in and passed it on to Little Miss (and probably me in a couple of days) but didn’t get any symptoms. The Boy is especially good at being a bug carrier, not getting sick, and then passing it on. We tease him about it sometimes.  

It’s been too cold to leave the house and do much.

Some days the temps have been 14 to 17 degrees with windchills of -5 to 3.

I am not a fan of the severe cold we often experience in January and February in our state. We often have more cold than snow. I was looking through some videos from last winter yesterday, though, and it looks like we had some warmer days in February because I have videos of Little Miss and her friend playing at the playground in shorts and sweatshirts. 

Circling back to the Crafternoon event — it was so much fun! Erin and I joined four other women and a junk journal group to do crafts and chit chat via Zoom. It is such an amazing thing to me that we can all see each other almost in person, via our phones and laptops, and connect in a different way than blogging, maybe even a deeper way. Being able to actually see faces and chat back and forth is a wonderful way to get to know people, hear different perspectives and make friends from all over the world.

We had a citizen of the UK, someone from Germany, and a handful of Americans all on the same call sharing about their lives and showing their crafts and simply having fun on a chilly winter afternoon.

We are going to host another one of these in two weeks so if you are interested please email me at lisahoweler@gmail.com or Erin at crackercrumblife@gmail.com and we will add you to the email list and send you the Zoom link.

Since I’m not sure if I can pass anything on to my parents, we are probably staying home Sunday (tomorrow) instead of visiting them like we usually do on Sundays.

That will give us another day to recover and relax.

Next week Little Miss and I will be back into the swing of school which has been including studying early American History, including the Revolutionary War. We just finished a historical fiction book called Johnny Tremain that focused on the early days of our country, right before the Revolutionary War started. Next up we are reading The Sign of the Beaver by Elizabeth George Speare.

In Science we are studying Marine Biology and I think I might be having more fun with that than Little Miss some days. She knows a lot about life in the ocean so she sometimes fills me in on whatever the curriculum didn’t.

One thing I learned that totally shocked me — sand dollars are alive.

Yes, I might be a bit of a moron. I made it this far in life without knowing that. I think I was probably taught this at some point but just forgot because, seriously, how can we remember everything we learn in school or life? It’s just not possible.

This information sent me down a YouTube rabbit hole of watching sand dollars move on the ocean floor.

Here is one of the videos I watched with Little Miss.

In math we are studying division. Little Miss hates math but once she catches on, she does very well.

In English we are reading books and studying a variety of subjects — singular and plural nouns, how to write addresses, and how to write book reviews, which I thought was interesting.

The Boy is still attending a technical school in the mornings. He learns about a variety of subjects, including masonery, which is their current area of study.

A couple of weeks before Christmas he dropped a large concrete block on his finger and I received a call from the school. The shock of the pain caused him to faint and his finger was also very sore for a few weeks. The nail did get dark but it did not fall off like the school nurse thought it might.

For English, he and I are making our way through some British literature and poets. We finished The Hound of the Baskerville’s by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and are now planning to start Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.

Before the end of the year, I hope to study some poets, Shakespeare, and finish off the year with an Agatha Christie book.

My son is a senior this year and I’m struggling with accepting that I will not have to plan for his school year next year. Usually, I am choosing curriculum for the kids in early summer but this year I will only be choosing curriculum for Little Miss and that is a bit . . . I’m not sure what word I want to use here. Disconcerting? Depressing? Heartbreaking?

I’m excited for The Boy who will be moving on to his next chapter in life, but I’m also worried about him. Life is so crazy for a young person when they are first starting out and — well, that’s another topic for another day, I suppose. I could fall down a rabbit hole of worry with that topic.

It’s no surprise that the Bible verses that speak the most to me these days are focused on worrying about the future.

One of the things I am worrying about is a sore knee that is clearly a pull of some sort but one I hope will heal and not require a doctor’s visit or surgery of some sort. I’ve ordered a knee brace and am occasionally using a cane to keep weight off of it while I work on healing it. I am a horrible patient because I do not do well just sitting and propping my leg up to wait for it to heal.

I’m not a very athletic person but I do get up to do dishes, cook, let the dog and cat in and various other things. Sitting in one spot and asking others to do it for me is not easy for me to do.

So that’s a little of what has been going on with us.

How are all of you doing?

About the two canes….and how they made my personalities change

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Saturday Afternoon Chat December 2: A hodgepodge of thoughts about my week and the week to come

Dry skin. That’s what I’ve got right now.

Horrible dry skin from the dry air in our house.

Don’t worry – it just feels dry. I won’t describe how it looks because it doesn’t look bad. It just looks — pale and dry.

We don’t have a humidifier downstairs but I think we are going to have to get one because when I get dry skin it causes my entire body to feel inflamed with itchiness. It’s a horrible feeling and sometimes I have to practically bathe myself in lotion to get relief.

I have a soap I use from Cetaphil that is moisturizing and helps immensely.

I find it fairly cheap on Amazon and at Walmart (no, this is not a sponsored post. I promise.) but I’m sure you can find it in other places as well.

Cetaphil used to make an amazing lotion too, but they changed the ingredients earlier this year and I don’t think it works as well.

My mom keeps telling me to put lotion or coconut oil on right after a shower to help my skin absorb the moisture but I always forget and pay for it later.

What do you, dear readers, use to help your dry skin if you have it? My curious mind wants to know.

An uneventful week where we almost died . . .

This past week was a rather uneventful week.

The only day I had something to do was yesterday when I drove 30 minutes down and back to pick up our groceries. On our way there some driver decided he’d try to pass a truck and a car on a stretch of road right on a corner, where there were double lines, and in a spot on the highway near my parents where there have been a number of fatalities over the years. When I saw him in my lane I couldn’t believe it.

I laid on the horn and luckily, he yanked back into his lane but it was certainly a frightening experience.

I’m not sure what was so important that this person needed to risk everyone’s life but I have a feeling he needed a beer.

I’m kidding.

Sort of.

Tonight The Husband, Little Miss, and I are headed to a Christmas parade in a tiny town half an hour away. He has to attend the event for work and I decided Little Miss needs to get out of the house and see her friends because she’s so bored that she’s started asking The Husband and I to play Hide and Seek or Red Light, Green Light with her.

She’s really gotten desperate for entertainment apparently. We are not really the most fun and we are easily distractable.

A question for my readers . . .

This reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend recently. I said Little Miss wanted me to play dolls and stuffies with her and she said she was always impressed with how I played with my daughter because most parents she knows don’t do that.

I have a variety of ages reading my blog so my question to all of you is if you play(ed) with your children when they were young or if you did what my mom did which was essentially tell me to go find a way to entertain myself. She wasn’t rude at all. She just had work to do in the house and couldn’t sit and play all afternoon so she’d gently suggest I go draw or play with my dolls on my own if I asked.

I don’t even remember asking, actually. I was used to drawing or playing on my own a lot. I was sort of a lonely kid with only a handful of friends my entire childhood. In fact, I was a lot like Little Miss is now and only had two close friends (sisters) until junior high.

She also has two sisters as her friends.

Her other two friends moved to Texas in the summer but are returning for a visit around Christmas.

As a follow-up to the question of if you played with your children, did your parents play with you? I mean, I know most parents at least throw a ball with their kids or play some board games, but did you really sit down and play with the dolls and their stuffed animals?

I like to do that some with Little Miss because I think it helps to develop her imaginative play and I know how important play is to the development of a child. I can’t, however, do it all day like she wants me to.

Moving on . . .

Right now I am listening to Cozy Cafe Ambience – Relaxing Smooth Jazz Music with Rain & Thunder Sounds at Night on YouTube. I’m trying to drown out the noise of my house. We don’t have a lot of people in our house but it is very noisy.

Little Miss seems to think she has to have the TV on at all times, even while talking to her friends on a chat app while they play online games.

She’s not watching anything bad – it’s often a show on YouTube about reptiles that she likes. I don’t allow her to have YouTube on her phone anymore because she was watching all those Shorts and they were kicking out some very inappropriate stuff at her.

Even though the shows she watches aren’t bad, it’s constant noise.

I find it hard to focus on what I am writing with the constant chatter and interruptions. (How many times should a dog need to go out in an hour? Asking for a “friend.”) Sometimes I’m amazed I get any books or blog posts written but I do so by making myself get up early, before all the chatter starts, and also by going into the kitchen and sitting at the kitchen table where I’m a little bit more removed from the noise.

Oh and sometimes I just tell Little Miss to turn it all off! That helps too.

Today I goofed off this morning when Little Miss and others were sleeping so that’s my own fault for having to deal with the noise and activity.

We are having a slightly warmer day with rain forecasted for later on.

Then we will be dropping back into the 30s tomorrow. I know I was wishing for the cooler weather so I could cozy up under a blanket with a good book but on days like this when it isn’t exactly cold enough to light the fire but we don’t really want to turn the heat up too much and use up our heating oil, I find I don’t enjoy cuddling under a blanket as much as I hoped I would.

We do tend to romanticize the whole idea of a warm blanket, a cup of tea, and a good book, don’t we? We never factor in our cold nose or fingers, the cat that wants to warm up with us so she lays on our chest (right under our chin), or the way the tea gets really cold in the chilly air so we have to keep getting up to warm it up.

Or at least I don’t always think of all those negatives.

But, I think I’ll still continue to romanticize my life a little. Finding those little moments of magic are important, even if they aren’t as perfect as we had imagined. Plus, I have the option to turn the heat up, I have a roof over my head and a nice house, my family around me to make me laugh and smile (even if I sometimes have to tell them to be quiet so I can think.), I have food in my cupboards and fridge, and I have the luxury of being able to choose when I want to read or right – most of the time.

I’m very lucky and even though I grumble a bit from time to time (usually in jest, not a real grumble) I recognize that and I am grateful for it all.

“When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.”

— G.K. Chesterton

How was your week?

Did you do anything holiday-related yet?

Read anything good or have a fun experience?

Let me know in the comments.