It’s August, and we’ve finally gotten a little rain. My lack of gardening prowess is showing of late. Part of it is not my fault—the flowers look considerably scorched because I’ve reserved most of the watering for the edibles.
Unfortunately, even the tomatoes and cukes are having a tough time, which IS my fault.
Composting, planting, weeding—I’ve definitely increased my skill set over the years. Pruning, however…not so much:
Problematic on a few different levels, right? Continue reading “Just another part of a healthy garden”
Inventory is not necessarily one of my favorite pastimes. I tend to be a bit (okay, a lot) more spontaneous (oh alright, haphazard) in my organizational skill set than my husband, Bob. In the past 39 years, that much is evident.
Nonetheless, now that retirement has arrived, the massive purging process at our homestead will soon begin (yeah, right.) At least, that’s the plan. Continue reading “Inventory”
I have never, thank God, had my house catch on fire. I can only imagine, and prefer not to. When we had our kitchen redone, the contractor found loose, live wires in the walls, which meant a complete gut-and-redo. And again, thanking God that in the twenty-seven years we have lived in this old house, it has not gone up in flames with us in it!
But have you ever considered what you would run to get on your way out the door…? Only that which is most important to you. Continue reading “Fire in the hole!”
When people say, “life is a journey”, they’ve obviously never been on family vacations. Or maybe that’s where the analogy originated!
If you’ve ever traveled with children, (that’s children, plural), you are experienced in a challenge unknown and unappreciated by your adult counterparts. This was particularly true in the days prior to the techno-burst of unlimited data on tablets to keep the little balls of energy wirelessly entertained while they are strapped for hours in a seatbelt.
Of course they don’t like the seatbelt! Nevertheless, it’s your responsibility to get them wherever in one piece, despite the potential assault on your own sanity.
“Jimmy has his elbow in my space!”
“I’m hungry again!”
“Beatrice say she has to go to the bathroom!”
“Nope, never mind, she okay now.”
And the ever-popular…
“ARE WE THERE YET???”
Triple-A should have an app.
So, when the Old Testament priest named Ezra undertook the monumental task of transporting men, women, and children, plus a hoard of silver and gold, back to Jerusalem after the 70-year exile, no wonder he prayed…a lot. Continue reading ““Are we there yet?!?””
I like obscurity. It’s a safe place, at least for me. Tucked away on my little plot of Earth in my little small town that barely rates a pin-point on a global map, that’s what I’m talking about. We had an event one time that brought in some coastal people from back east to our area, and their sentiment was along the lines of, “Where ARE we??” I am told that people from New York City think of our nation as two coasts, and the in-between is relatively insignificant. (You know, things like cows and corn and oil, nothing like Fashion Week or Hollywood.) Continue reading “The power of obscurity”
All right, ladies, ‘fess up. How many pairs of black shoes (boots included) do YOU have? Never mind the excuses of why you absolutely needed that third pair of spikes. The point here is that we like our choices, and when we’re tired of one pair, we can get rid of them (because, see, that’s when I like to buy them, once your shoes hit the second hand stores….okay, there, I ‘fessed up) and easily purchase another.
Unfortunately, that same “unalienable right” of choice—at least, that’s how we tend to see it in the 21st century—plays out in many other facets of our lives, and even more unfortunately, in our church relationships. We can Continue reading “Fit as a Puzzle”