I think I used to somewhat deceive myself that once my three children flew the coup, my house would be a more organized residence.
What a joke.
The reality I have had to face a long time ago (and Bob has patiently and lovingly embraced with my other idiosyncrasies) is that I am a “messy girl”. Now, add our big, black dog to that mix, and my fur-covered carpet and floors just underscore that truth.
By contrast, everywhere my folks go, improves. Amazingly. They are both from the builder generation, and are themselves two of the most disciplined and selfless people you could hope to find. Continue reading “Where’s the broom and dust pan?”
I have one daughter living on the Scandinavian coast. Weather report: cold, cloudy, wet.
I have another living in Southern Cal. Weather report: hot, sunny, dry.
Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Sounds like a fairly consistent gig for the weather man. Continue reading “Umbrella or sun hat??”
The college’s bell tower had not yet rung 6AM, and the sun was still coming up over the wheat that was drying out from the recent rains, which had at least brought in cooler weather. So sipping hot tea on my patio while donning a sweatshirt in southern Missouri in mid-June was a real treat. Birds singing, an occasional rooster (even though we live in town), and my big black dog was not panting yet. Not bad at all for a summer Monday morning!
Until a bird decided to critique yesterday’s sermon notes: Continue reading “Incoming!”
I’ve mentioned before that Bob and I take on a somewhat Rockwellian look as he reads to me while I crochet in my great-grandmother’s rocking chair. At this writing, we’re still on Ayn Rand’s famous American novel, Atlas Shrugged, but are somewhat bogged down in the author’s voluminous rant via the character John Galt. I finally opted out when my more intellectual half offered to read the rest of that chapter on his own and pick me back up when the plot resumes…
Bob has also read the likes of Plato, Aristotle, and Euclid. Why, you may ask? Not sure. I’ve enjoyed some Virgil and Augustine, but I also tend toward Calvin and Hobbes. (In all honesty, Bob is well rounded Continue reading “Dante in a graphic novel??”
Somebody once said that hindsight is 20/20. I don’t think so. I think we can still be blind as a bat without some well-fitted spectacles in the form of serious contemplative wisdom. I don’t know much (at all) about physics—that’s my brother the Purdue engineer’s department. But I’ve heard there’s something out there called Chaos Theory. I like that term. I sometimes feel I’m the embodiment of it. No need to take classes on that one, just come read my autobiography, which I haven’t written yet since I’m still living it. As I’ve said before, my life seemingly doesn’t come in “seasons”; it prefers to come in “spasms”.
Of which I will spare you the details… Continue reading “Hindsight is not always 20/20”
A good friend of mine told me about the local Red Cross blood drive that was happening here in town. I hadn’t donated blood in a L-O-N-G time, and since someone dear to me in my family had just had a transfusion, it was obviously still in my frontal lobe. That, plus I was on summer vacation, plus I have one of the rarest blood types (B negative), so no excuses. Drink some extra water, grab a protein bar, and I’m off.
There’s a family story about my mom back when we were kids. She had the rarest type of blood, AB negative. That’s always fun, since if you’re in a car wreck or some such awful thing, and you need a lifesaving transfusion, you might be in a world of hurt. Continue reading “Inventory”
The most-darling-three-year-old-in-the-Universe, (my oldest granddaughter) is R-E-A-L-L-Y into princess stuff. Like, it’s a struggle for her mom to get her to change out of one of her (many) princess outfits if they need to go public somewhere, like to the grocery store.
Of course, then she got a mermaid bathing suit, and it’s been rough getting her out of that one, as in this recent chat with her mom:
“Don’t ever make proclamations about how you’ll parent or what your child/ren will do. That’s how you end up in a suburban bank with a 3-year-old mermaid perched on your hip.”
But, along with Pooh Bear, mermaids, and tea parties, the princess things still rank pretty high on her radar for now. And as with all things (grand)parenting, it give us great pleasure to follow those interests with her. What will develop next? Continue reading “Casting call: princesses and mermaids”
I grew up on the edge of a large Midwest city (Indianapolis). My graduating class in high school was over 700, and I attended the main campus of a Big Ten university immediately thereafter. I have been to visit my daughters on both coast in L.A. and the Big Apple, and accompanied my husband’s small college on a trip to London several years ago.
All this to say, crowds don’t bother me.
It’s not that prefer them; I don’t. In fact, I’m writing this on my somewhat secluded patio in my comparatively sleepy small town with my quiet mutt on the pavestones as the birds sing around me. Yes, in a way, I’m hiding. Intentionally. Is that so bad?
But I’m quite adept at hiding in a crowd also. I really like not
Continue reading “Why stay hidden?”
I have a habit of biting off more than I can chew.
Now, that’s an analogy that needs no explanation; it’s just part of our vernacular, which probably means that there are a WHOLE BUNCH of us that do it. Frequently. Constantly chewing and rarely swallowing between bites.
Like signing up for a 50-mile two-day bike hike when I was in high school with no serious preparation, wishing in mid-stride I could fall off and ride the rest of the way in the S.A.G. (Support And Gear) vehicle. “SAG” is aptly named for another reason… Continue reading “I didn’t sign up for this…(sez who??)”