Hiccups
the “oh” face
human heating pad
hand gripping finger
cries
diappy changes
It’s all good.
Soooo good.
Speaking of insomnia…this post just wrote itself last night. Updated 6-21-11
1. I really enjoy reading random things about my friends. The more random, the more enjoyable. I still do!
2. I chafe at the punctuation rule requiring end marks to be inside the closing quote WHEN the quote is just a section of the sentence. Sometimes I even break the rule, ON PURPOSE.
3. I am weaning myself of a bizarre comfort food: non-instant powdered milk eaten with a spoon. When I was a child we had piles of government surplus boxes around and one day I was hungry. It helped me give it up when I learned that it contains oxidized cholesterol. Never mind that it sticks in your teeth and is plain gross from any spectator’s POV. This is a closed chapter in my life.
4. I have an athletic past: I played goalie on a field hockey team in the fifth and sixth grades. I communicated this TBOI (tasty bit of information) to my husband and his folks on New Year’s Day. My mother-in-law referred to me as a musician, not an athlete. “Hey!” I protested, “I played field hockey.” (Besides, one (musician) does not preclude the other (athlete).) My mother-in-law had never *heard* of field hockey. When the USC infomercial played during the Rose Bowl, there was a shot of a field hockey team. Vindication, Baby!
5. I had one date (but played music for a year) with a man who composed many of the choruses in the Maranatha Praise Book. When my sons (10 and 12 year-old athletes at the time) discovered this they were Horrified! “Mom, if you had married this guy, we would be playing the piano instead of playing baseball/soccer!!” (One does not preclude the other.)
6. My husband and one daughter-in-law share an antipathy to FaceBook. He calls it FacePlant. He still does!
7. I hate when I *adore* a movie and my husband decidedly doesn’t. Vitus and 84, Charing Cross Road come to mind. I persuaded him to enjoy Lark Rise to Candleford.
8. I must have a latent love of homogeneity because I am surprised (and a wee bit distressed) when someone with whom I consider myself 92% compatible, has an opposite reaction to a book I liked. I can be malleable, though. I’m usually the one who changes my opinion. Not always.
9. My favorite thing to do when the guys watch movies beyond my ken is to read the archives of a blog I recently discovered and like. Yep.
10. I am astonished at the level of passionate disagreement that can arise between my four-year old grandson and me. We both hold fast to our fierce opinions; neither gives an inch. Fast forward ten years and then what? We agree not to discuss Spiderman and get along fine now.
11. I cannot foresee a day where I am comfortably confident in the usage of lay/lie, affect/effect, and that/which. Not to mention em dashes and en dashes. Making progress—in more ways than one—on the em dash. Nat, a young friend of mine, taught me that Alt + 0151 = em dash. Yay!
12. I laugh at what I call over-correction: when someone uses “and I” in the objective case. Ex: Hard times are headed down the road for you and I. It ought to be “you and me.” (See #2)
13. The idea of gardening is quite appealing to me. The idea. When it comes down to it, I would much rather read than weed. Audio books make both possible.
14. I can avoid shopping better than anyone I know. (Exception: bookstores, office supply stores, Costco and Trader Joe’s–all of which are at least three hours away)
15. It is my goal to be at every niece and nephew’s wedding. I missed one because he eloped. He. Eloped. When is the last time you heard of someone eloping?
16. When we went to a church where most people didn’t drink alcohol, I used to construct cereal box fortresses in my shopping cart to hide the beer I was buying for my husband.
17. I have no fashion sense. I attract friends who like to “makeover” me. I don’t mind, but nothing ever really sticks.
18. When the men are huddled together talking theology and the women are discussing potty training, I’d rather be with the men.
19. A ClustrMap is on my blog because I adore the international dots. I have two semi-regular commenters from foreign countries for whom English is a second language.
20. I collect songs I want played or sung at my funeral. This is a vital part of who I am. #1 Funeral Song is For All the Saints. It’s still something I think about at least once a week.
21. I sing and sway in the car, even at stoplights. I sing in the bathroom, using my hairbrush as a microphone. I conduct the orchestra when I’m taking a walk, usually 4/4 time. I also read while I blow dry my hair.
22. My favorite thing to do with my oldest grandson is to lie (see #11 – I had to look it up) on the kitchen floor and sing made-up songs with gusto. Not so much anymore. My second favorite thing is to read him books. Favorite thing to do with a different grandson is to watch hunting videos, something I refused to do with my sons.
23. My fantasies: to have read all the excellent books on my shelf; to play the piano beyond “pretty good”; to run 5 kilometers; to have all my photos organized; to have someone do my hair every day; to let others talk…naturally; for self-control to be the default.
24. Competitiveness comes and goes. I can laugh at losing or I can be an intensely disappointed loser. The other option is just to beat the sucker I’m playing. Ayup.
25. Likewise, I alternate between agitation and resignation relative to order/disorder issues.
Patience, n. A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue.
~ Ambrose Bierce
Durum! Sed levius fit patientia
Quidquid corrigere est nefas.
~ Horace ~
translation:
This is hard indeed!
But whatever cannot possibly be amended
becomes lighter by patience.
Be patient my soul:
Thou hath suffered worst than this.
~ George Herbert
For the second time,
a planned trip to Seattle to see our little Noah
(born 12-29) has been postponed.
I told Carson, I am okay until I talk about it.
We hope for next week.
Patience. Hope.
The stuff of life.
I don’t believe Ambrose Pierce, but he makes me laugh.
Horace is fun (and here is a quick Latin lesson:
Durum = hard, as in durum wheat or durable goods),
but Herbert hits the spot.
So this weekend, instead of holding Noah,
I’ll be printing W-2s and 1099s.
Oh joy!
…sigh…
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to an end,
They are new every morning,
Great is Thy faithfulness.
Before you make resolutions (or projects as Sherry calls them), take a look back and see how you have changed this year. It’s kind of fun! This is a variation of the I Used to Think post. Poiema’s perceptive comment:
We’ve made several changes in our diet this year.
• We eat oatmeal for breakfast almost every morning. My husband recently said, “I can’t believe you converted me to oatmeal, and I honestly can’t believe how much I like it!” Here’s the difference: we make individual servings in the microwave. Easy cleanup, fast, and fabulous. And cheap! This has made a significant dent in our grocery budget.
Oatmeal supreme: add a handful of frozen blueberries to the cooked oatmeal.
• We stopped drinking soda pop.
• We started drinking raw milk and eating locally grown chickens. These cost about twice what we were paying.
• We switched to sucanat instead of sugar. This also costs about twice what white sugar costs.
But, enough about food! What other changes have we made?
I joined Facebook, after my kids talked about it on a backpacking trip. Facebook seems to be the medium many prefer for staying in touch. It has extended my time on the computer (argh!) but has reconnected me with friends from the past.
Reconnecting. Several important people from past decades have resurfaced in our life. Those reconnections underline ways we have changed (oh yeah, I used to think/like/agree with that; but I don’t anymore!) or ways our friends have changed in areas where we have not. But it has been a blessing to pick up loose pieces of yarn and weave them back into the fabric of our lives.
So many changes are part of the daily or weekly cycles. We now worship in a liturgical setting and recite the Apostle’s Creed every Lord’s Day. I think the repetition of those words “I believe” has made me a more confident woman.
Last night my husband and I had a disagreement (which we resolved, thankfully). I realized, though, that the longer we have been married, the fewer quarrels we have. We must of plowed through the dirt so many times that we are aware of, and compensate for, our differences. Grace, all of grace.
Of course, not all changes are positive. I used to keep a tighter guard on my tongue. I’ve caught myself gossiping too much lately. Blech. So we resolve to change.
Nancy Wilson has written what I think is the best blog post of the year–simply stellar–about New Year’s here. If you are prone to depression this is REQUIRED READING.
How have you changed lately?



Chains (for tires) stored until winter ice arrives.

Our local (micro) university.
No out-of-state tuition attracts foreign students.

Horses happily nibble in the gathering gloom.

Can you see the Golden Arches?
I remember the year McDonalds opened here.
Wonderfully strange things happen.
I received a phone call from Lois in August.
Although she had never called me, my phone number has been in her address book for over ten years. That’s because sometime in the late ’90s I put an ad in our regional electric cooperative magazine requesting buttons.
You wonder why I was looking for buttons.
One of the clearest pictures in my mind of my mom is her sitting at the table, needle and thread perched between her lips, rifling through the button jar for a close match. I decided to begin my own button jar, even though my mending abilities are severely limited. A tiny memorial.
Here’s the thing. Lois has lived in Idaho for over fifty years; in August she moved to my small town in Oregon. She is 87. (One year younger than my mom would be if she were still with us.) Lois remembered that I lived here and called me up to see if I wanted to start a Two Person Button Club.
Well…….yeah!
I was intrigued with Lois. For one, she sounded great. Having just been through a major life transition, she was moving forward and making new friends. Not one hint of self-pity existed in her tone.
Then we had an oops. I had promised her I would call her back. But I lost her name and phone number. Oops. I searched and searched to no avail. What was left to do? I really and truly prayed that she would call back. And yesterday she did!
So this morning we had our first meeting of the Two Person Button Club. Lois is lovely. And I’m learning about a hitherto unknown sub-culture of buttons out there. Button clubs. Button books. Button magazines. Even-brace yourself-Button Conventions. I do not intend to attend the button conventions.
But I had fun at the first meeting of the Two Person Button Club. All the buttons shown are from Lois’s collection.

Kathie’s (my SIL) old VW Bug from her college days

A walk on Mackworth Island
A pause to talk…

a stop at the local Farmer’s Market
~ ~ ~

Later…
friends had me up to their place for
a lobstah bake (that’s seaweed with it)

on top of the lobster pile up picked-that-day corn,
potatoes, onions, eggs,
and…