This is the time of year I really kind of wish I had a chest freezer down in the basement. The 20+ pound turkeys are on mega-sale, and the fresh cranberries will only be around for a month or so.
No matter, as the traditional American Thanksgiving Day feast that so many of us are blessed to gorge ourselves on will, by God’s grace, come around again next year. My sister-in-law is the usual head chef at our yearly family gathering. (Personally, I prefer to stay in the background and help with the clean-up.) The main thing with the traditional meal, however, is the fun and hilarity that can follow shortly after about the first ten minutes of feasting and before the tryptophan kicks in.Continue reading “Feast on which beast?”
I’m not a financier. I generally pray before I attempt to balance my checkbook. Bob isn’t much of a high-tier money guy either, except that D-E-B-T is probably the foulest 4-letter word in his vocabulary, (and growing up an athlete, he knows a few.)
It was an amazing act of Providential grace and Sovereign foresight that all three of our girls got through with their college bachelor degrees without school debt. Sure, we worked and saved, and they worked and saved, but there were some other pretty amazing things that happened. It is also a testimony to the hand of God that we paid off our house, (such as it is…), around the time of the housing fiasco/market recession of 07/08. How did that happen? Continue reading “Investments, and other secrets”
When our post-modern (whatever that means) cultural philosophy asserts that humankind is morally evolving, I like to review statements like this…
“But when the people of Gibeon heard what Joshua had done to Jericho and Ai, they resorted to deception to save themselves.”
…which could easily be a sound byte from CNN or FoxNews, whichever slant on reality you prefer.
The context of this fascinating OT story is that the reputation of people of Israel as a strong and conquering nation of some strong and conquering God was moving relentlessly through the land, unstoppable. Their fight or flight options were not pleasant, so these Gibeonites decided to think outside the box…Continue reading “Dressed for success (or survival)”
My big brother’s phone GPS is set to a British accent, which I think is pretty cool.
It’s also appropriate, since he’s quite well traveled due to his job—China, Puerto Rico, Switzerland, Great Britain, and more. Because of the well known company he represents, it’s important that he is culturally astute.
Naturally, that also includes the food that is put before you. This is where the manners our mother taught us comes into play, because Jim says there are three kinds of food: Normal, Risque, and Out There.Continue reading ““Recalibrating…””
One of my brothers works for a major pharmaceutical company and, as such, is a well-seasoned international traveler. At this writing, he has yet another business trip coming up, this time to a place where, unfortunately, he will have to get rent his own vehicle and drive to the company’s site himself. Not that that’s necessarily problematic; it’s just that the traffic laws in said country are more, um…suggestive, than in ours.
He’ll be careful. We’ll be prayerful.
Which makes me appreciate not only the little dotted and solid lines in our lanes here, but also the whole concept of why they’re important enough to be enforced: because people get really hurt otherwise. In my Continue reading “Drivers’ Ed…again”
Here’s something new. My bloggish buddy, The Excitement Plan, posted this poem with her own interpretation, which I thought was so very great that I asked if I could share her thoughts on my “Not My Poetry” place.
Bob keeps turning the lights off. I can always tell if he’s been through a room after me when I walk back in and the room is now dark. He’s even turned off the light with me still in the room, (conditioned response—“oops, sorry, honey!”)
Ostensibly, this is to save power, which means to save money, and my husband definitely loves to save money. Not that he’s not generous, some might say to a fault, but when it comes to getting the monthly bills, yeah, our house is pretty dark. One of our girls bought him this gift one year:Continue reading “Who turned off the light?”
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 this 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.
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”.
In my defense, I didn’t know what it was when it was growing, since I didn’t actually “plant” it. Then when it starting sprouting, I uprooted it to give it a better chance in the garden, and as it grew, thought maybe it was some sort of squash or something. Lo and behold, as it began to mature, it’s a cantaloupe!Continue reading “Ripe pickins”