Do you have anyone in your life that can be two different people? Nice a pie, I guess for as long as they can stand it, and then just plain mean, the next? Too bad, if you do. I sympathize.
What's the solution?
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Showing posts with label J. Show all posts
11/10/08
Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde
11/8/08
Eyes to See
I adored my grandmother. Even more so now that she's gone. My memories of her are profound and the lessons she taught me, enduring. She not only taught me well, but she led by example. Even though it has been nine years since she has passed, I still take her advice and follow her lead. I follow her, for she followed Christ.
As for me, I really don't know what it means to do the big things; things of great importance, of fame or lofty merit. Ours is the way of a servant. I take care of the small, or base needs that have a part in sustaining a group, or human family. My grandmother referred to it as "helps"; mentioned as one of the gifts of the spirit in the New Testament, the overlooked one. Yes, it's the little things that often go unnoticed by others that are of great importance. Can you serve God by doing "the little things?" You bet you can and the field is wide open, pick any position, start anywhere. There is not much competition in doing the little things, so it's often a quiet work,(peaceful) and the good thing is that there is no struggling over who gets to do what, or deliberating on how we are going to do it, you just prayerfully proceed and "do with your strength what your hands find to do." (smile) Ahh, the secrets of the lowly are sweet.
So, to continue on in that vein, I'll say that every now and then we see something that needs to be done. My grandmother used to say, "Not everyone has eyes, not everyone can see. If you see something that needs to be done, do it." So simple, so plain, so elementary; no committee needed. With so few available to do the little things, maybe it has more to do with eyesight; being able to focus on the small, sometimes thankless tasks right before our eyes.
Well, recently I took notice of something, I saw something that required more than love and concern, I saw individuals who once were so strong, beginning to experience afflictions and in some cases, seemingly, great difficulty. It is almost like it happened overnight. It didn't of course, but one day I woke up, I saw with my eyes, and I realized that they were in need of care. I didn't vow, because I hesitate to make a vow, yet in my mind and heart I knew that I must be mindful and begin to care for them in an active way...like my grandmother would have. (She would have been on this, long before my eyes were open. Her eyesight was that of a hawk and her flight swifter than an eagle when rushing in to help.)
When people have been an integral part of a group; always there, leading the way, in church all the time, never missing a thing - and the tables are turned, they being the one in need, I think they are easily and unfortunately overlooked because they've always been so strong. They may even turn away help when someone asks if they need anything; they are used to being a helper and not the one helped. (My grandmother used to sternly warn us not to say, "if you need anything, give me a call." She didn't believe in that. She believed in visiting the sick, the shut-in, the poor, etc. and taking something for them, even if it were just a few apples (Her apples were usually surrounded by a crust, called pie) or a pot of soup, anything as a token of love and concern. Concerning bringing something she also used to say, "When visiting the sick, take roses, not thorns." In other words, mind your conversation, let your words be seasoned with grace; words that uplift.
So, this recent awakening caused me to think back at something she committed herself to, a big commitment which lasted for years. I'll start by saying that our family is one of those that always had Sunday dinners where it seemed as though everyone was invited, there was always room for one more and plenty of food. (Thank God, he has blessed us with plenty) I remember my grandparent's house especially being one that was full of "the saints". (The scripture uses that word in reference largely to the living fold of God, not the deceased.) Anyway, there was a family in our church who traveled quite a distance to get to church. Not everyone prepares a Sunday dinner and invites others in. Because of this, that particular family did not often get an invitation for dinner. My grandmother hated to see them going home without any type of refreshment. She vowed within herself that they would never go home without a meal or at least an invitation. I remember them being at my grandmother's table every Sunday for years. Even well into the time where it was becoming difficult for her to manage. She had an expression, "We have to help to roll them over the tide." What tide? The tide that takes them on into the next life. And she did. It seemed as though that was probably her last BIG JOB, and that in totality, went largely unnoticed by others. But not me. To me, that was greatness. With my eyes I saw it, from beginning to end, I beheld an example.
And now fifteen or so years later, this is what comes to mind when I look upon our congregation and I see the needs of the saints. My grandmother is gone, the strength of our elderly is now fleeting, and it is my turn to look after the aged. I think I'll prepare a little extra food today, enough to share. I think instead of going shopping or busying myself with the unimportant, I'll make time for a visit. Come with me.
"And of some, having compassion, making a difference." Jude 1:22
10/31/08
Halloween is over
Well, Halloween is officially over. By that I mean trick or treating, 6-8 p.m., is over and the Halloween decorations can come down and we can roll the big ole'
Jack-o-lantern down over the hill into the woods. My husband always goes over board on the candy, handing out the BIG bars, which seems to be a thing of the past. This year I told him to knock it off, take it easy...did he listen? He bought three cases, the kind that Costco sells, with 24 bars in each box. We got one car load of six children this evening, that's it. Tim gave them each two, so that means we have 60 chocolate bars to eat between the three of us, 20 a piece. I don't want to do that. We'll have to find another way to get rid of the candy. It can't stay in the house. The only will power I have is not having it around.
Now I must begin to acknowledge a host of November birthdays and begin planning our Thanksgiving dinner. This is a great time of year!
10/26/08
When In Doubt, Throw It Out!
I had to chuckle reading T’s post about her visit here. Yes, there was a Scrabble tournament, if you will, at my house. I did lose, which was no fun, but being an advocate of good sportsmanship, I still was able to laugh and enjoy the game. Every once in a while I would blurt out, “I quit!” (Have you ever played with a sore loser? It is amazing, at times, how even grown people can get ugly or weird when they are losing.) When T is losing we tell her to “Try Harder!”, which I’m sure she hates. Still, you can’t tell me that someone who knows the answer to every question couldn’t be more aggressive. Oh well, we’ll get her next time. Oh yeah!
As I read T’s post I thought for sure that she would tell the part where I almost poisoned her. Funny, because in past posts she has said such nice things about me as a hostess, it makes me want to meet myself.
It’s true, on Saturday we went to our LC conference, where much to our surprise she is nominated for Vice President and wins the election. She was surprised and taken back but I knew she was perfectly suited for it. Prior to the elections she had to go up front and give a report. I saw it then. We knew we needed a new VP. No, I wasn’t the one who nominated her, but when she was nominated I just said a little prayer. We always want to do the will of God, no matter where we are or what we are doing. Whether we are called upon to do small things or great things, we always have that prayer in our heart that if the Lord wants to use us for some good, we want to be open to it and available to Him. And if per chance we are called upon by some fluke and taken by surprise, we pray, Lord, if this isn’t your will, don’t let it happen. Well, sure enough, it happened.
So after a day of enjoyable events and service, we returned to my house only to find that it was supper time and no one was around. So I said, Well, it’s just us, we’ll go ahead and eat. This is where the little snafu comes in.
I have to go back one day to tell you what happened. I knew I was having company that weekend. The temperatures have gotten colder and I thought, what a perfect time to have a big pot of soup. (I can make good chicken noodle soup. So did my mother and my grandmother, with a very simple list of ingredients.) So I went to the store, not just any grocery store but one known for having good meat. I purchased two chickens cut up. This was going to be one big pot of soup. I cooked the chicken for a few hours, deboned it, strained the broth…it was lovely. I could imagine how we would all enjoy it over and over again during the weekend. I didn’t finish with it until 9 p.m. Friday evening. It was boiling hot and I had to let it cool. At 11 p.m. I carried it downstairs to put it in the frig, but the frig was full. I set the soup on the counter and began to rearrange the contents of the frig as to accommodate this large pot of soup. I had to remove some things and put them in the upstairs frig. Well, when I went upstairs, I forgot about the soup. I went to bed and awakened at 8 a.m. I wanted to cook the noodles and then add them to the cold soup (so they wouldn’t get mushy) only to discover that I had let the soup sit out all night. I was sick. I froze just staring at that large pot of soup that I labored over. My mind was racing with thoughts. My first thought was, there is no way I am throwing that soup out...I worked so hard...I bought special chicken...It was going to be so delicious. I made up my mind…we are eating this soup, and I put it in the frig and T and I left for our meeting.
Fast forward, we return from the meeting, like I said, no one is home and we are going to eat this soup. (I have to say in my own defense that I never take chances like this, and especially not with company) A command decision has been made and the wheels are in motion and I'm ladeling the soup into two bowls. An expression my grandmother used to say came to mind, “When in doubt, throw it out.” I decide to call my mother and tell her what has happened and finish the story with, I’M SERVING IT! She says, okay.
The soup is hot and the table is set. T and I sit down, ask a blessing on the food, and begin to eat. It doesn’t take long to get to the bottom of the bowl, say five minutes, and the phone rings and it’s my mother. She says, I wouldn’t serve the soup. It’s not worth it if someone gets sick. I glance at T’s bowl , and hesitate. She sees this and says, What? I say, Nothing. She says, No, what? I say in a higher voice, Nothing. She knows and commands me to explain (I sit down to break the news). Well, I say, it’s the soup. I left it sit out all night and my mom called to say we shouldn’t eat it. We look at our bowls as though we had just consumed the poisoned apple. T said, If it’s bad, I’ll be sick within a half an hour; sensitive stomach. To ward off any sense of doom or dread, I say, Well, I am having another bowl. I refill my bowl and just get ready to sit down and eat and my husband walks in the door and says, “What’s that off smell!” I cry out, “IT’S THE SOUP!!”
Thankfully, T didn’t get sick, to which she claims is a real honest to goodness miracle. I, on the other hand, had to stay close to the bathroom the next day. (Retribution for good hostess, gone bad)
So, the joke was that weekend, that there was an assassination attempt on the VP. Funny!
No more questionable food served at my house. I promise. When in doubt…throw it OUT!
10/9/08
My Favorite Icing
In my last post I mentioned a fabulous cake that I make all the time, so I thought I had better post the recipe.
I use Duncan Hines cake mixes, they are wonderful! Especially with the icing
recipe(s) that follow.
Bakers Icing
1 C. Milk
5 Tbs. flour
Dash salt
Heat and stir until thickened.
(Make sure you stir constantly to keep the mixture from clumping. Also make sure
it thickens adequately. After you get it to the right thickness - remove from pot with spatula and put it in a bowl where it can cool)
Cream well:
3/4 C. Crisco
1/4 C. butter or margerine
1 t. vanilla
1 C. sugar
After top mixture cools, blend all. I usually put it in my Kitchen-aid mixer and beat for 5 minutes. Now you are ready to ice the cake. *This cake is fantastic with coconut on top.
Another variation of my favorite is yellow or white cake with chocolate Bakers Icing, which we call Pudding Icing:
Pudding Icing
small Instant Chocolate Pudding
1 C. Sugar
1 C. Lukewarm milk (More like room temperature - as to not melt the Crisco)
1 C. Crisco
Beat 5 minutes.
*This cake is great with finely chopped walnuts on top.
Enjoy!
10/5/08
Coffe and Cake
Even the best laid plans are, at times, laid waste. I intended to start my creamer free diet this morning. Instead of a regular coffee with creamer, I began the day with a hot Toddy. Ah, delicious!
We had a big family dinner after church today. My husband makes a brisket that is superb. I provided the rest: macaroni and cheese, broccoli, orange jello salad, green salad and corn. And oh yes, my brother's homemade bread. Did I have a little of everything? Yes, I did. Not so bad though...that is until dessert was served.
I am in no way the best cook around, but I have managed to master a few recipes of the things I like best. Ask anyone who knows me, what kind of cake do I like? Chocolate cake with white bakers icing(and coconut if it's for me or one of my brothers). It was my niece's birthday and after the candle were blown out, my father asked, Is there coffee? That's all it took, coffee was on the table within minutes and I had two cups with creamer, a slice of cake and ice cream. Then after everyone left I had another slice...or two.
Tomorrow I'll do better...the cake is gone.
10/4/08
Toddy Coffee
I've decided that I am going to enter the world of stretch pants and just make my life a whole lot easier. I know, I know...don't judge me. I wish I could find black stretchy pants just like my pj bottoms. They are so cute and I look good in them. Do they look like pj bottoms? I don't think so. They are thick enough to pass as a pant. Instead of putting a lot of time into shopping for a look-alike pair, I may just wear what I have. If I can pull it off - I'm doing it!
I can now understand why the overweight crowd seems to fancy this attire. My thought in the past was, when I would see someone clearly overweight with "stretchies" on, why on earth are you wearing something that accentuates the your burgeoning booty and thighs...as I try to look away.
Well, now I know. It was just a few months ago I had lost 10 or so pounds, but much to my chagrin, I've gained it right back. (And maybe a few pounds more, ugh!) I put on a pair of pants that I've had for a few years. They've always been a casual favorite; roomy and so cute. Yesterday, I found that they were quite snug at the waist which gave me a muffin top. I hate that. I won't do it. I was just going to be working around the house so I kept them on but when I would bend over the snap at the waistband would pop open. That has never happened with these pants before. As many times as I would bend over, pop...pop...pop...pop. Oh how discouraging. I just eventually tucked it down into the pants but it was the confirmation that, yes, it's once again time to diet.
I believe my love of coffee is one of the main culprits in my gain. Even though I drink my coffee with a sugar free creamer, it's adding too many calories to my daily intake. I have on an average 3-8 oz. cups of coffee every morning. To that I add the sugar free creamer and a Splenda. I estimate that I use about a half cup of creamer per morning which I found to be about 10 Tablespoons. At 15 calories per tablespoon, that's 150 calories a day.
If I remove the creamer and just have a Toddy every morning, then I'll be getting the milk (calcium)in my diet, that's really so important, and cutting the creamer calories. (The creamer has no nutritional value) I usually have a Toddy every evening. I think I'll move that to mornings and then just have a diet soda in the evening. (I do love those sweet treats - and that's what they are to me. I look forward to them.)
If you are a coffee lover, and you don't know what a Toddy coffee maker is, you are really missing out! It's a cold brew coffee maker that is very similar to making sun-tea, only it's coffee. I bought my Toddy maker through Amazon.com for about thirty dollars. It comes with a carafe, a plastic holding container, a filter and cork. You follow the directions adding water and good Arabica coffee, coarsely ground, alternately, and let it steep for 12 hours. (It calls for 16 oz. of coffee. Funny thing is, you can't buy coffee in 16 oz. packages. It's usually sold in 12 -14 oz. increments, which I find works just as well. If you think it's not strong enough, you can add less water. Try it first. Anyway, a pound of coffee to 9 cups of water is what's recommended. I usually do it at night before I go to bed and in the morning pull the plug, setting the holding container on the carafe and within a few minutes, this wonderful concentrated coffee is ready to drink. The fabulous and amazing thing about the Toddy brew is that it lasts in your frig. up to 4 weeks without it's wonderful flavor being diminished. You can drink it hot or cold. I usually use a 8-12 oz. glass, add about an inch of Toddy and fill it up with skim milk and a Splenda. It's wonderful! I'll bet that since I've purchased my Toddy maker about two years ago, I don't think it's ever been in rest mode. There is always Toddy coffee in my frig. I've turned a lot of people on to it. Some months ago I had friends visiting from Michigan and they tried Toddy for the first time. When they went home, they sent word back that Toddy was taking over Detroit. One couple even took a jar of it along with them on their cruise.
So cheers to all my Toddy loving compadres and may we all find the happy medium between fit and feeling good, while yet still drinking and eating all the wonderful things that we enjoy; the battle of indulgence and moderation.
10/3/08
A Space Of My Own
I relish days like this. I'm off work, in my pj's, hair standing straight up, enjoying my coffee and I intend to stay home all day and just organize "my stuff". Since my two older kids are out of the house now, we've relegated one of the small bedrooms as office space for me. It's all mine! (I'm not heartless - I offered my husband about 12" of space on my desk top but he has passed on the offer. He's letting me have it all. Besides, he's had his own space(s) since forever! It's finally my turn.)
Every parent knows the joy of having a space of their own after years of enjoying and tending to a bustling, busy family. I remember guarding my purse because it was the only thing that was my own. Everyone knew, mitts off and don't even think of opening it up and rooting around in there - even though the only thing they might find is a piece of gum laying on the bottom or a stray fuzzy Life-saver. (Hence the hunt) Now it's different - I have a place of my own. (The purse is still off limits)
I hope this encourages all our many readers, all 4 or 5 of you, depending on the day, to carve out a little space of your own. It's delicious. Who needs drugs or caffeine - I love this room; it's just me and my stuff. Let the creative juices flow!
10/2/08
Donating Blood
I just got home from work and picked up the mail on the way in. As I'm leafing through it, I notice that my youngest son is once again invited to give blood at the school he attends. It was just a month or so ago that he received a notice in the mail stating that the last batch of blood he gave was "low" and he needed to wait before giving again.
Giving blood is a wonderful thing but I don't think it's right to harvest blood from school-aged children, even college kids. Yes, they are old enough to vote and go to war but they are still just kids. For example:
I said, Andrew, donating too much blood is not healthy. He said, I donate every time they come to the school. I said, why? He said, "Because they give me a cookie."
9/28/08
Old Dogs Don't Very Often Learn New Tricks
I know a woman who is married to a man with rage. Pity, she's so nice. And even though the old dog she's married to isn't as strong as he used to be - he still bites.
Speaking of old dogs...I remember my sister-in-law had an old dog. One day she and her husband got into a heated argument and the dog bit her quite severely on the ankle. The next day she made an appointment at the vet and had him neautered, nails trimmed and teeth cleaned, all in one visit.
She sure knew how to handle that old dog.
9/27/08
Joy To The World - Joy To You And Me!
I started the day as I always do. I became conscious at around 5:50 a.m. I am wakened by the little inner clock of an early bird. It's still dark outside so I have no way to gauge what time it is. I move my pillow aside only to see that it's really too early to get up, so I force myself to stay there until six. (Yes, it's only ten minutes, but if you get up too early, you're ready for bed at 7 p.m.) As soon as I stir, the girls; Kia and Maggie, are on their feet and ready to escort me to the kitchen. It's another lovely morning, although still dark outside. First order of business - make coffee. Ah...I love this part of the day. (Is there some way to spell the "screeching halt" sound?) Insert it here.
I hear the garage door go up and in walked my 19 year old son, explaining himself before I can say a word. He fell asleep on his girlfriends couch and they didn't want to wake him, so her FATHER threw a blanket over him. (Do you think I believe that?! I'm a mother, married to a father, there is no way in H___ that a father is going to throw a blanket over his daughter's boyfriend. No way!) Before he can finish stammering, I say, "Were you drinking?" No, he swears. I say whatever...don't do it again.
The coffee is ready and I try to resume my morning ritual as he trails off to bed. (As parents get older, they mellow out; they're tired.)
My other son is in town for a wedding. He flew in last night. I was already in bed when he came home, reclining with my husband, he with his laptop and I with mine. (We're so twenty first century - NOT!) Our son tells us that his back is stiff from traveling. I say, Lay down here and I'll give you a back rub. No, he says, that's o.k. I say, Well, get your p.j.'s on and come back, we'll talk. (He doesn't know how to break it to me) I'm going to Neil's, it's his last night as a bachelor. (He sees my disappointment, even though I'm already drowsy) I told you mom, it's Neil's wedding, I told you it would be like this. Okay, whatever, be careful, I say.
So now it's morning, Andrew goes to bed and Nick is up and waiting for Neil to pick him up. The wedding is today and of course they have to get moving. I ask Nick if he wants an omelet. No, he can't, as he watches the road. He sits and tries to give me a little attention before he goes. (I know it must sound funny, but I do feel a bit bad.) I try to be cheerful and say, "What time will you be home?" He says that he's staying at the hotel over night. I say, For what?! The family has rented a block of rooms. So, again I say, Whatever. Beep, beep...it's Neil. Be careful, I say.
Now I'm feeling not so cheerful, not so happy. Well, I'm no slug, I've got things to do. I decide I'll run my Saturday morning errands and get back early, just spend the day at the house, enjoying myself.
Well, much to my delight I ran across a garage sale while I was out. What a way to turn the day around! I got a turkey taureen and cookie jar in creamy white, the same color as my Pfaltzgraff every day dishes. I had recently looked up "turkeys" and "taureens" on ebay to see if I could get something nice for the Thanksgiving table. I can't believe my luck, and they are only $2.00 each. Both really handsome pieces. I also bought a neat looking green box with a rabbit painted on it - $1.00. It's the same color green as our small antique lamp on the entry table. Cool! It'll take it. There was also a great lamp made of metal; a sphere with an arrow through it. (That will look terrific in Andrew's room or the den!) Before I leave I spy a tall stainless steel magnifying mirror - $2.00! I'm thrilled and back up on the mountain.
Our kids have to grow, leave the nest and make their own decisions. It's hard not making their decisions for them, and letting them think for themselves. They've heard all my advise. Just like the president and his top advisor, I was on the job giving my kids advise - full time. Now it's not needed. Not that I don't feel the need to share all of my accumulative advise with them, they don't feel the need to take it. I guess as their Top Advisor - I've been laid off.
I want to leave you with an up-note, I'm now getting back to some of the things I love, such as crocheting, sewing, arts, crafts, books, and scripture study. Let's not forget the new ventures such as blogging and volunteering. My life is quite busy and changing rapidly, or so it seems. I'm going to be prayerful about all things that concern me, thankful for God's blessings, and rest in the Lord. I won't to let worry or change rob me of the joy that God intended for us to have.
Joy to the world - joy to you and me!
9/26/08
Fatty McButterpants
Well, it's time to slim down again. I don't know why I lose weight only to turn around and gain it back. Is it considered yo-yo dieting when it's only ten pounds or so? I guess the qualifying piece of evidence; up and down, up and down. I've answered my own question.
My dog Maggie has a good extra ten pounds on her as well. When she is standing, it's not as noticeable, but when she lays down, well, she is sort of sow like. (We all look better when we're standing, right?)
The quest begins to deflate the mid-section. This morning I had a banana and coffee with sugar-free creamer. (I know the creamer is not on any suggested diet menu but I'm not giving that up - it's part of a morning routine that I thoroughly enjoy and look forward to every day.) It's 8:17 a.m. and I just had a piece of Easter Bread, plain, no butter. (Yes, I know, it's not even mid-morning, but a friend made it and gave it to me. How nice! I couldn't refuse, right? I graciously accepted the bread Wednesday evening and now it's Friday morning and I've been chipping away at it. That has to go. It's so wonderfully soft and yummy, yes, that has to go.
I like the thought of exercise, I think about it all the time. I cut out information about it; exercise routines for the arms, the abs, the butt, the legs, you name it. But honestly, I don't like to exercise. I guess most people don't, but not exercising for them, is not an option, they just do it. Isn't that Nike's slogan, JUST DO IT!
So we did it! I put Maggie on a leash and we went for a walk. (We left Kia behind because she's skinny and does not do well on a leash. My husband said that when Maggie and I walked out the door, Kia watched us until we were out of sight. He said she made a sound that could only be considered a mournful cry. How sad, but since she's like having a kangaroo on a leash, we had to leave her behind. My husband, Tim, will work with her so she can be included on the walks someday.
Maggie was as proud and happy as can be to be out on a walk with her mom. She was alert, moved right along, smiling all the way. I suppose the total distance was one mile. For me, a good start. I suppose I should submit "before and after" pictures of she and I. Should I? That would be brave.
If I walk everyday and watch what I eat, no one would be abe to call us a Fatty McButterpants, now will they?
Even though I'm on a diet, I'm including my friends recipe for Easter Bread.
(Don't ask for clarifications - it's one of those old time recipes with scanty directions)
Mom's Easter Bread
2 T. sugar for each egg used
2 T. melted shortening for each egg used
lemon rind from 3 lemons
1 cake yeast melted in about 1/2 C. Milk
5 lbs. flour
1-1/2 dozen eggs
Knead 2 times and let rise overnight. Roll to desired shape and let rise. Brush egg yolk on top. Bake at 350 degrees. Makes 7 rolls.
9/25/08
Teaching the Girls How To Crochet
Did I mention that I've recently signed up to volunteer some time at a girls home? The only reason I mention this is because one of the girls would like me to teach them how to crochet. (Oh boy)
(I learned to crochet when I was in the eighth grade, a friend of mine showed me how.) I know a few simple stitches. I told the girls to give me a little time to refresh my memory and I would teach them. Well, I went home that evening and immediately set the course to do so. I found some simple instructions; one on how to make a scarf and one for making a dishcloth. I decided that we would make the scarf. (It's September and by the time they finish their scarves, they will be able to wear them. It' already getting chilly here.)
At Jo-Ann Fabrics they had a lovely assortment of yarns. Once there, I immediately had lots of questions concerning how much yarn do I need to make a scarf. The directions stated that I would need one skein. (Is skein a measurement?) There were many different size balls of yarn. I tried to look at the yardage but it quickly became confusing. I tried to poll the other two women who were looking at yarn but they were no more qualified to answer than I was. Finally, I decided on a lovely wool blend yarn that was sort of chunky and contemporary looking, and in the most beautiful array of colors; jewel tones. I bought one in each color, so that the girls could chose a color that excited them and they would all have something different in the end.
Well, I'm the kind of person that gets excited easily and when I'm interested in something, I have to do that thing right then and there. So that evening I begin to make the prototype. I clearly had forgotten how to do it. I started with the chain stitch, my first attempt I made 23 chains, what seemed good to me, and then feverishly began stitching away. I noticed after I had produced a foot of scarf that it was decreasing in width. Apparently, at the beginning of each row I was not starting on the first stitch but rather the second. I also realized that this width was entirely to wide and bulky. Back to the instructions - which suggests 13 chains to start. I tore everything out, corrected my crocheting errors and ended with a lovely scarf but the length was scarcely short of what it should have been. (One skein had produced the equivalent of two tube socks sewn end to end, and when around me neck each end fell just below my collar bone. I believe the article said that each end should reach the belt line. Now I have this lovely piece, that only took me a couple of hours to make but now I need to add on to it. (This is where I could use the advice of a pro) I'm going to buy more yarn and try to add on to what I have. I don't want it to look like a patch work mishap, even though it's a beginner project, I want the finished product to look like a piece of art; something that I will be proud to wear.
For the girls I've decided to take their yarn back and get them something not so bulky, softer, not wool, and more yardage, once again in a gorgeous array of colors.
When I get in moods like this, I just want to stay home and create. In the meantime, I will try to finish my scarf so I have something to show them. That means I must do it today!
I wish I could show the girls a few variations of fringe to add to their finished product to give it a little extra pizazz. Anyone out there have simple/beginner ideas on how to do that? If so, you'll make some girls very happy and put a feather in the cap of their teacher.
9/21/08
Is Anybody There...Is Anybody There?
Once there was a little girl named Julianna. Her father and mother were young and never married. They, from the beginning, did not seem to possess the needed parental instincts. Their baby was passed from home to home, and from one aunt to another depending on who could take care of her at the time. One day Julianna asked her aunt if she would take her to church. That was the first time our eyes fell upon the delightsome child - she entered the building and twirled down the isle. We all smiled at her Shirley Temple like appearance; the glowing smile and the golden curly locks of hair.
Her aunt's name was Teresa, probably in her early twenties, and even she was beaming at the apparent happiness brought to the little girl by being in church. (Julianna's mother was living in Ohio now, and of her brother, Teresa wasn't quite sure what to say. He was not present in the girl's life or able to help in any way. Teresa was living on her own with a boyfriend and had recently taken in her niece; the little girl who had been passed from house to house since the day she was born.)
None of us will ever forget the words of the young temporary caregiver. She said Julianna wakes up at night and calls out, "Is anybody there? Is anybody there?"
They visited a few times and before you know it, they were gone.
Some people we meet, we will never forget. Whether it be their stories, a few words; or a life that touches us deeply and leaves a lasting impression. We'll never forget Julianna. I think about her every now and then. I bet she is about 19 years old now. I hope she finished high school and looking forward to a bright future. I hope she has a home wherein she feels safe and secure. But most of all, I hope when in those night hours many years ago when she cried out, "Is anybody there? Is anybody there?" God comforted her.
(Psalm 68 "A father to the fatherless...is God in his holy habitation.")
9/18/08
Fall...My Favorite Time of the Year
Today I drove home from work with the air conditioning off and the windows down. With my arm extended out window and the cool autumn breeze swirling past me, bits of paper taking flight and dancing about the car. The sun is bright, a typical fall day and I put my over sized black sunglasses on. I feel so free and wonderful, like Easyrider without the chopper. Ah...it's good to be alive.
I stopped at Talbot's to make a return. Of course, I see a few things, to say the least, that would spruce up my wardrobe. I envision how fantastic I'll look and decide to try a few things on. For some reason I'm attracted to their Navy blue separates this year and with my arms full the Talbot's clerk offers to unburden me by carrying the first load back and getting a dressing room started. I follow her minutes later with a few more things to throw on the heap and I begin to try things on. I intend not to buy everything, only the pieces I absolutely love. Well girls, guess what, it was one of those days when you try on everything and nothing looks quite right. All this great stuff and I become discouraged almost immediately. Too big, too small, too long, too short...ugh!
My cell phone rings and it's my husband telling me that he can't wait around the house anymore. (Lowe's has a man coming out to replace our old dishwasher with a new one and he wants me to come home right away! His big emergency is that he is going trapshooting - so I have to rush home to oversee the stranger). Okay, I'm not having success anyway, so I thank my attendant and head for home.
Again, the windows are down just as before, sunglasses on, but I'm slightly discontented now. Hakuna Matata (No worries), I'll spring back.
I'm not so discouraged that I am giving up. Fall triggers the desire to buy school clothes even though many years have passed since we have had to do that. Most of us in the northern states still love or feel the need to add to our wardrobe when we see the fall/winter catalogues burgeoning from our mailboxes. (Now is the time to pity those 'who live where the sun always shines'. We got one over on you in this department. I have a friend in FL who has a beautiful winter coat that she takes time to pet once in a while; she never gets to wear it.
Speaking of clothing and winter, I recently heard a joke from a Jeff Foxworthy skit. He claims that Pittsburgh's are the only ones who have to get a Halloween costume that's big enough to fit over their snowsuit. (Laughter) That is a good one! Another poor southern boy who evidently has been deprived of the joy that comes from the change of seasons. He's right though. I remember when my grandfather passed away. The funeral was Oct. 31. We experienced an untimely blizzard. The weather was so bad I didn't think that anyone would come to the funeral home for the viewing, with the exception of family. Weather was no deterrent, thank God, they all came.
Getting back to the desire for new clothes, really, I'd like to start over. Stacy and Clinton, come and get me. (Don't sign me up for that "T", I would have to kill you) Honestly though, wouldn't it be great to have someone help you to buy the clothes that flatter you instead of a closet full of "I missed the mark". My wardrobe is fair, I could do so much better (especially if I had $5000.00 to do it with). In my defense, I have no sweaters with people or dogs on them, I'm not wearing my lingerie outside of the bedroom, and I have nothing that would provoke someone on the street to scream out "Beam me up Scottie." (I'm sure "T" has something in her closet like that. I'm fairly confident that she wouldn't sport it out and about, but who knows. When she sees William Shatner on those Priceline commercials, it may spur a glance toward the closet and a temptation to don one of those get-ups. I'll have to pop in on her when the old re-runs of Star Trek are on and see how quickly she's able to answer the door. Just kidding "T")
I once read an article where a woman transformed her life by getting rid of everything she didn't need. She eliminated almost all of her clothing, only keeping a few pair of pants, a few shirts, a dress or two, just a couple pair of shoes, and so on, with everything in her house. Even down to the pens and pencils, she just kept one or two of each. Actually my mother shared this article with me and as she read our eyes twinkled with unburdened delight at the thought that something like this could be possible. Could we dare to unload even half of the stuff we have acquired? It would be great wouldn't it? I remember George Carlin had a skit where he said something like, 'we get rid of stuff so we can go out and buy more stuff.' Isn't that the truth?
Last year as part of our Ladies' Circle lesson we read in Luke where it says, "He that hath two coats, let him impart to him who hath none." Our little group had a coat drive and donated the proceeds to our local food and clothing bank. (Even with three coats gone and two vests, our closets are still packed full) One woman who donated said she actually only had two coats, and yes, she donated one. I was compelled to stop her, but who am I to rob her of her blessing.
Let's unload, unburden, get rid of, donate, sell, declutter, and then get yourself something nice for fall! I think I'll go back and get that navy sweater!
9/12/08
Seattle, Washington Here I Come!
I found a great price on airfare through Orbit.com. Wednesday through Wednesday, from Pittsburgh to Seattle and back, for only $250.00. A great price, and so the course was set.
I do not like to leave home for any length of time. I have to leave the dogs and they get so depressed (I hate to disappoint them). My 19 year old still lives at home. He goes to school in the morning and works in the afternoon and into the early evening. Although he is in and out of the house throughout the day, I'm not certain what he'll do for sure. Will he let the dogs out on a consistent basis? Will he invite friends over? (He's not supposed to.) I just have to go away and not worry about any of that stuff. If I did, I'd never go anywhere. Besides, my dad is willing to check on the dogs several times a day and says that he will take care of things, not to worry.(I'm too young to start living like a recluse and so I resign myself to go and not worry) Besides, I can't wait to see Washington and discover what that part of the U.S. looks like. It seems as though it's a world away.
I left home at 4 a.m. to make my 6 a.m. flight. Needless to say, I made it to my gate in plenty of time; no hassles or delay of any kind. At the gate there were lots of people there early, just as I was, chatting, eating breakfast, reading, using their computers/blackberries, etc. I happen to sit back to back with "the talker" of the crowd. My first impression of him is that he would be delightful spouse; happy, just chattering and observing all things in a sort of funny way. From what I could gather, he and his wife, who was there with him, rescues animals and their house is a mess. He left a guy in charge of the animals. This guy, his caretaker, told him that his father-in-law hates him. To this, he tells the crowd, I'd hate him too. (everyone laughs) He goes on to tell what a loser he is, yet feels comfortable leaving everything he owns in his care. Hum? As his chatter continues on for a solid 30 minutes now I begin to reconsider the spouse thing; he never shuts up. (And they say women are bad) He did say something funny though; "Did you know that frogs are dying?" (I perked up for that. Oh no!) Yep, he says, they've been around since the dinosaurs...and they're dying. They figure, we're next, and he bursts into laughter." (I smiled. Was that a joke?)
Anyway, we eventually board a Boeing 767 and the flight was uneventful (thank God). I sat next to a young girl who slept the whole way. She didn't even wake up for the snack and beverage service. I thought about waking her but didn't want to impose. (She was quite plump and I couldn't imagine her wanting to miss out on the cookie) I even thought about getting an extra snack for her but I know myself pretty well, I could very well end up eating mine and hers if she sleeps too long. (Much to my surprise, Delta still serves peanuts and peanut butter crackers during the flight. I was shocked with all the peanut allergies these days) I pass on the extra snack and role of caretaker. Instead, I work on Sudoku puzzles and watch a bit of TV. Halfway through the movie it begins to skip and slur making it impossible to see what's going on. I call for the flight attendant and she refunds my money which is $2.00 for the headset. (Beverages are still free, except alcohol, of course. A snack is still offered, but get a load of this, menus are now available if you would like something more substantial than kibble. If you order from "the big black book", which looks oddly out of place, you pay just as you would at a restaurant. I saw lots of people eating their breakfast before they boarded, me included.) As soon as the flight attendant walks away, the movie resumes and is fine but I seemed to have missed the most important part. Now it didn't seem to make any sense at all.
I arrive in Seattle without a hitch. Even the plane change in Atlanta was nothing. I had 45 minutes to change planes there. Delta was on time and when I arrived at the other gate, they were boarding and we were off again in no time. (Get out there, fearful travelers! It's fine. You can do it!)
Washington is a beautiful state (What little of it I saw). I used to watch a show on television called Northern Exposure. That's what it reminds me of. There's a big sky, lots of timber (pine trees), mountains and water. It's really very lovely.
I visited my daughter, her husband and two grand-doggies. I often went to bed early and worked on the computer (checking the blog, e-bay, e-mail, craigslist, and playing games. Before you know it I'd be tired and ready to sleep. Sounds exciting, huh? To me it was a great luxury to do nothing but relax and enjoy my daughter. It took me a few days to get adjusted to the time change, they are three hours behind us. We woke up and enjoyed the morning with coffee, sitting on porch, or watching another episode of "How Clean Is Your House?" The houses to which Kim and Trudy visit are so incredibly filthy and unkept, that it is impossible to look away as they scrape up a bit of crud with a fingernail for inspection or smell the kitchen sponge. (It's on the BBC. No one lives like that in America, do they?)We went out to eat a few times, enjoying the local fish, we shopped, and went to garage sales and flea markets. What did I find? Well, I love old rolling pins. Now I have a collection. What do they say? One is a possession, two is a collection and three is an obsession. How fun! I found a great old rolling pin that's large and heavy. It looks like oak. The only reason I would buy something like that and be willing to transport it back home is that it was unusual. I don't know how to describe how it's put together except to say that instead of nails or screws or any type of metal mechanism to hold it together, it has small wooden wedges on the end of each handle. Very unique and a real gem! As I was shelling out the money for that one, a deal for $10.00, another vendor is calling to me saying that he has a great rolling pin too. He says his is prettier and has green handles. I explain that I will be flying home in a few days and doubt that I will have room in my suitcase to take much back. With that he offers me his rolling pin for $2.00. I couldn't resist. She's probably quite common and not very old, maybe from the fifties, but I snatch her up and she's mine.
If you've followed my blogs, I love old books as well, particularly old religious books. I found one called "Wickedness in Modern Society." I fall in love with it at a glance and hope that what's inside rivals the title. I glance through it and know it will provide for some interesting reading. (The wickedness the author speaks of is not the atrocities and lewdness that have unfortunately have become quite common in our day and time, but it's more about drinking, lying, profanity and such. You know, the things that most people see nothing wrong with today.) This book; this treasure, is not for me, (I have to keep saying that). "It's not for me, it's not for me...." T's birthday was in July and I had taken her out to lunch but never hit on anything that seemed fitting as a gift for my good friend. I felt she would love this old book and that too went into the bag. I imagine for a moment her teaching a lesson on modesty, for example, and saying, "And now I will read a quote from Wickedness in Modern Society", 1891.)Ah, I amuse myself.
Next we came upon a guy who had a whole bunch of brand new hand tied flies, for fly fishing, of course. I bought 6 for my son. In hind sight I wish I would have offered him $20.00 for the whole lot, I bet he would have taken it. The last thing I bought was a hoot. It was an old ceramic bank that looked like a pile of cigarette butts and a skeleton trying to crawl out from underneath them. Fabulous! (I think my 25 year old smokes.) I call my daughter over and ask whether I should buy it for him. We laugh and she says it will probably just make him mad. We decide it's far too neat to give to him, he may not appreciate it. I decide to put it in his room and when he comes home for a visit, he can look at it there.
Ahhh...the simple joys of life. My visit there was like one big visit to the spa or a great massage. I left there feeling very happy. My daughter and her husband are quite content with each other and their new surroundings. They have two crazy dogs that are a constant source of laughter and fun. Mothers all across the world know that when their kids are happy, then they are happy.
On a serious note before I left there I encouraged my daughter, Eva, to study the scripture and gave her some tips on ways to do that. One way to study, I told her, was to pick a topic and then really study it. She and Dan could do it together. Pick a topic, give yourselves a week to find what you can on the subject, learn as much as you can so that you could teach a lesson on it and then come together and present what you've amassed. It's fun and it's interesting. It's also part of our service to God. Matt.11:29 "Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me..."
She was quiet but I felt good, as though my advise was received well. Much to my delight she called me the other day to tell me that she chose a study topic and it was that of pearls. She was surprised at all the mention of precious gems in the scripture. There were some negative mention of pearls, and of course, common scriptures such as don't cast your pearls before swine and the pearl of great price. She said the funniest thing happened that day, Aunt Pearl called. That would be her great grand-mother's youngest sister, the last remaining sibling. I think she's 85 now. The amazing thing is that Aunt Pearl has never called Eva. Eva was surprised at the co-incidence and after sharing this little blessing with Pearl, I think they both felt warm inside; as though it was meant for them to talk that day and a confirmation of her efforts. (What a nice way for God to say, Keep up the good work, my child. Study my word!)
What a blessing for me as her mother to know that she is applying herself to the good things in life. Not the things beneath, but the things that are above. Thank you God! I thank you sincerely, with all my heart.
Next Sunday she is going to study the word "goat". I'll be sure not to call then.
8/23/08
I’m Not Opposed To Birthdays, I Just Don’t Want To Look Tired
I returned from Seattle yesterday. I was visiting my daughter, her husband and the two grand-doggies. (They, Olive Oyle and Myrtle Byrd, know I’m their “Mommy’s Mommy” in every sense of the word. Upon my arrival, their glee was inescapable and they continued to shower me with kisses throughout the week. Last night my daughter called to say that Olive was sitting by the bed in the guest room, like, “Where is she? I love those little bums.) Like Jesus said, how can you not love somebody that loves you? I smile just thinking about it.
I got a birthday card from “T” yesterday. I was exhausted from travel and thought I would give her a call today to thank her. Here it is 12:51 p.m. and I’m still in a state of “just getting out of bed”, it feels so good to be home, I’m enjoying every minute of it. Upon checking The Jot and Tittle and I see there is a new post entitled Happy Birthday. How nice it is to be acknowledged. The fact that I have a few special people in my life that I treasure and to know it is reciprocated…it’s priceless and these are the things that bring me pleasure. I read the first paragraph grinning all the while. (I’m not opposed to birthdays, as some people are. I really don’t mind the rising number each year…I just don’t want to look tired. That’s the main goal in the fight against aging. If I could just look great no matter what the age…who cares. (I’m working on that. Not by wearing clothes that are too young for my age or plastering on the make-up. I just want to look fresh, clean, neat and modest..and the clothes classic..like a crisp white shirt and a pair of earrings. Maybe I’ll treat myself to that combo today…I think I will…a reason to get up and moving!)
Back to the blog…I only read the first paragraph and must stop to run and get my coffee. I want to enjoy this post at the most heightened sense possible. Both the blog and the coffee are delicious. Who is this woman I’m reading about? I want to go to her house! This must be how actors feel when they get a great review? If it’s all true, I thank you T for saying so.
8/9/08
Beading and T-Shirt Design
I read "T's" blog today about her ability to not only collect information but to retain it and pass it along. She literally knows everything. I told her yesterday that I think she's a genius and that her head should be bigger to contain a brain that size. You don't have to spend much time with her to realize that she is very intelligent. (Everyone says so. It's her claim to fame) So, if you've read through the previous posts you might know that I collect information too. My information, however, is not always available because, well, I do not have "total recall ability" but I do have "partial information retention". (I just made those up. It's a coping mechanism) It's okay though, I don't need to remember everything. I have all the information around here somewhere...I just have to look for it.
Today I went to the Jo-Ann Fabrics and picked up the materials for two different projects. (I love that store, they have everything.) Concerning the price of beads, and all things related, I have to mention that I was in a bead shop the previous day and even though their selection was great, buying beads individually can be quite expensive. I bought $44 worth of beads there and came out with two 2x2 inch bags of beads. I was mad at myself for paying that much. I wouldn't mind it if they were all special beads but they weren't. A lot were just ordinary, not so fancy beads. I think I'll save that type of store if I'm looking for something really special. (This is a new experience for me. I've read about beading and enjoyed others' work, but have never tried it myself.) I have a sister-in-law who makes her living judging horse shows. She travels quite a bit and so a few years ago she began beading for something to do in her hotel room. Well, she became quite good at it. Apparantly, she has quite the eye for this kind of thing and has begun to make some decent money on the side. Some people have begun to collect her pieces. She uses real stones and precious metals. And last year, I believe she sold about $40,000 at the shows and around town. Her work is outstanding, not your usual Plain Jane stuff.
Anyway, I'm not out to make any money, I just want to have a little fun myself. What I had in mind was to make a few bracelets to go with some of my outfits; mostly for everyday wear. What triggered the desire, enough to make me want to begin, is the bracelet that my boss had on the other day; the type of bracelet I think I would wear often. The stones were the size of pearls but black and hanging down was a small gold peace sign encrusted with diamonds. I know hers cost a fortune and I'm not willing to spend that much, so...I thought that I would venture out and see if I could create my own little version of it. You know, like a knock-off. I know lots of people get their inspiration for haircuts, design, etc. by looking through magazines and seeing what others have done and try to imitate it. Well, here I go...
I'll let you know if I become "a beader" or if this is called "making a few bracelets" and then putting the bead box up on the craft shelf to retire there. It doesn't matter. It's about enjoying the moment, trying new things.
Well, then I went to Jo-Ann's today and bought lots of strands of beads, all at 30% off. It was wonderful. They have quite a large variety; even some turquoise, freshwater pearls, crystal, etc. So, now I'm ready to begin. Without any instruction, (the difference between "Jot" and "Tittle" is that I, "J", will forge ahead without having read anything and try to figure it out as I go, and "T" would do a quick "scan", you know, like a computer; process the information and proceed knowing exactly what she's doing.) I began working on my first bracelet last night. I learned a lot, like all the things I shouldn't do. Ugh! (Maybe it would be better to read directions first.) I need some good tips on beading; making bracelets especially. I've Googled beading but didn't really come up with anything of great value as far as an instructional video. If anyone knows of a website or beading blog, please share. I just want to turn my beads into bracelets and wear them NOW. What's the easiest way to get started? (This is the gathering information, my way...)
The next project is something I've been thinking about for a long time; designing t-shirts. I have some good ideas that I want to try and a few books for additional inspiration on possibly modifying the shape of the shirt as well. I realize there are many ways I could go with this and the first thing I want to try is fabric markers. If the shirts come out as good as I had hoped, we will add them to the blog and make them available be way of Zazzle.com. Ooooo...I can't wait to get started!
If you know anything about beading or t-shirt design, I'd love to hear it.
Happy crafting!
8/5/08
...And That's Just Peachy!
You’ll find out, sooner or later, if you are a return reader of the Jot and Tittle, that I am gardener. (See the previous post called “Pass the Youth Berries, Please”.) I have had a love affair with perennials for years, long before they were popular. Now they are extremely easy to find and sold almost everywhere. I remember when most of my purchases were through catalogues because it was the only place I felt that I could get a decent selection. Wayside Gardens had a fabulous pictorial catalogue, at the time, garnished with lots of information on each plant. I learned so much! I used to study those catalogues, planning and dreaming.
Most plants I recognize when I see them at the market just from reading about them. I amaze myself at times never having seen the real thing, and when I do, the name just pops into my head and I’m usually right. (Not always, but sometimes I wonder, “Wow, where did that come from?”) I have lots to learn. That’s where a gardening buddy would come in handy. I can’t talk to “T” about those living things we call plants. Even though she and I are a lot alike, this is one area where there is no common ground. The only plant she has is the Air Plant I gave her and neither one of us is sure if it’s dead or alive.
I have had four gardening friends at different stages of my life. The first one was a friend of my grandmother’s. I personally came to know her because of her great love of flowers. She lived along the road and I drove by her house all the time. She ordered lots of flowers through the mail, as I did and her yard was too irresistible to pass by. We became friends and every time I stopped for a visit, she gave me the grand tour and we inspected every plant. She always had a bag of dirt, a trowel, and was always trying to squeeze in just one more bulb or tuber amongst the already crowded beds. Her specialty was dahlias; many varieties of dahlias. Most of which were tall, the array of colors tremendous, and some as big as dinner plates; hence the name Dinner Plate Dahlias. Funny, one time when my son was very young, maybe 4 years old, we were driving by Mrs. McCullough’s house and he said, “Mom, is Ann your best friend?” I had to smile at that. He must have perceived how happy I was when I visited with her (and her garden). Ann passed away.
Along came another friend. (If you don’t know it yet, friends pass through your life, very few stay. I wish I were better at holding on to them.) Anyway, she lived in Ohio and our visits were relegated to just a few times a year. We became pen pals and much of our communication had to do with gardening. I came across some of her letters the other day and was surprised by the rush of emotion that came through each thoughtfully penned line. She talked about growing eggplant for the first time, planting a berry patch and her efforts at trying to revive poor soil. Letters were all I had left of her and decided it was time for me to do a little composting of my own. (That paper needs to be recycled!) She’s gone. I always knew she was weird and I loved her for it. Her laugh was nothing short of a cackle and most people, well, they just didn’t “get her”. We had so much in common! What does that say for me? Nothing really. When she got weirder, she just went away like a candle that slowly burns out. That was sad but I finally got over it….“Honey, don’t forget to set out the trash.” (Hey, I have plenty of love and was always a good friend but there’s something to be said for “moving on.”) Luke 9:5 “And whosoever will not receive you, when ye go out of that city, shake off the very dust from your feet as a testimony against them.” And that’s what I did…ten years after the fact.
The next gardening friend that came along was a new neighbor. (Looking back, it seems as though the Lord has always provided someone for me to enjoy the passion of gardening with.) She was different too. (I guess we all are) The first time I met her, I had gone up to their house, knocked on the door to introduce myself and welcome them to the neighborhood. She waved me in and proceeded to have an ugly, loud, sort of threatening argument with her bank over the telephone. I was uncomfortable standing there for what seemed to be a long time. It was almost like witnessing a crime. I wish I could have just slipped back out the door but I was sort of frozen there. Here, I was trying to think of a chivalrous way to get out of there but couldn’t come up with anything other than what would clearly be… an awkward departure. While standing there, I thought about the scripture that advises against “making friends with an angry man”. I understood, at that moment, the peril for doing so, was that I might very well be on the other end of her hurling abuse one day. Hum, scary. But, like a child I stood there wide eyed and waited for scene #1 to come to an end. She, did however, turn out to be a good neighbor. (Not with everyone) We had a reciprocal relationship. We went to a few auctions together and bought everything that wasn’t nailed down and laughed about it. (Just a country auction and mostly junk; shovels, spades, whatever.) I bought a big gold fruit basket for $4.00 that my husband hounded me into getting rid of. My mother scooped it up in a minute and it’s been over her fireplace ever since. I eye it with regret every now and then and promise myself that I won’t be goaded into getting rid of things that I really like anymore, no matter what! It’s happened too many times.
Anyway, my neighbor became my gardening friend. We didn’t see each other during the long winter months but as soon as spring rolled around and the hills and valleys of PA started greening up, she and I would reappear, as though we had been in hibernation, and resume our friendship. Shortly after moving here with her husband she created something in her yard that I didn’t think would work. After all, this was farmland and our houses were situated in “the fields.” Well, it did work. Her garden was lovely, peculiar for our area, just a little town; she had the only garden that was divided in sections, and each section with its own design. Really neat! The road was a little higher than their house making it easy for me to see her garden; a work in progress. They added to the garden, a pond with fish, a pagoda, a trail, an arbor for Wisteria and a lovely patch of Hollyhocks grown from seed. I stopped often for the tour and a chat. It’s a great learning experience. She was generous with me and I with her; sharing snippets of this and that. I still see the Red Hot Poker I gave her, it just gets better every year. Mine, however, seems to have fizzled out. I’ll have to check on it tomorrow and see if it is still there. A lilac bush now shades that spot and I probably need to move the Red Hot Poker to a sunnier, more agreeable location. Anyway, we remained gardening friends for several years until she got a divorce. Turns out her husband was giving her panic attacks. She was on medicine, could hardly work, but when she left him, she said that she never had to take another Xanax. She was healed…or had removed herself from the stressor. Funny, he seems like a nice guy. Who knows what the wild goose knows?? So, gardening friend #3 up and moved away. Her husband still lives there and guess what, he gardens. Trouble is, my husband isn’t keen on me having guy buddies, so I just, drive on by, drive on by, la, la-la, la, la. (Sung to the tune of “Walk On By.”)
Well, then came along gardening friend #4. Ahhhh….she had the prettiest garden on the smallest plot of ground that you’ve ever seen. She and her husband owned a townhome. They had a little patch of grass on each side of the driveway and a few feet of ground behind the house. She cultivated every square inch. No one could have done better; it was adorable and completely charming. I love old-fashioned flowers, shrubs and trees. She, on the otherhand, relished the latest varieties of hybrids, etc.; whatever was new. If it was new, she was the first in our area to have it. I often had no idea what she was growing. Her garden was always interesting, full of life and three dimensional. You name it, it was there: hardscape, sculpture, low-growing, climbing and always in bloom. When she mentioned that a toad was frequenting her garden I bought her a toad house. She chose an adorable, conspicuous location for the house…but the little dickens never moved in. Rats! Toads are so unpredictable. The clay dwelling inscribed “Toad’s House” looked none the worse, it just added more charm, if it were possible, to the already magical place.
She has given me more plants and starts than I could count, especially when they moved. She took most of her garden with her and what she couldn’t haul, she gave to me. This year I see her everywhere I look. My garden now boasts of many new plant varieties. The irises she gave me are large and a dark, sort of bloody red. That fabulous color has added so much to the look of my spring beds on the side of the house. I’m inspired to head in a new direction and revamp the whole thing. We'll see.
Since this is the first spring/summer that she’s gone, and I miss not being able to discuss the explosion of flowering plants and shrubs with her, I decided to write her a letter. With my pen I brought to life all of my garden’s glory, right there on paper. I knew she’d be delighted with every detail. Turns out, like most people these days, she doesn’t write much.
Doesn’t it say that man was not meant to garden alone. (No, I know it doesn’t. But it should, and one shouldn’t, garden alone, that is.)
The guy at the car dealership knows I garden. He’s always good for a solid fifteen minutes of gardening talk when I drop my car off for service. I have a mental picture as to what his garden might look like. I imagine it’s fabulous. I’ve heard him talk about the ground hog that vexes his existence and the year round hunt for the little guy. He, the groundhog, is quite elusive. I told him that my bird dog would take care of the situation within a week. (Of course, she'd have to do quite a bit of digging.) He looks as though he’s been in the military. I think he would rather hunt the enemy and, you know, get rid of him once and for all. No relocation program here. Anyway, gardeners love nothing better than to discuss what’s going on in their back yard. I guess that’s why garden clubs were invented. Hum, my plate is full, no room for a club.
By the way, there is a new housing development in our neighborhood. Approximately 20 houses have been built thus far and there are supposed to be about ninety in total. Maybe a horticultural enthusiast is headed my way. I’ll know just by simply driving by. If I see something more than a scant daylily, I might have to pick a bouquet of sweet smelling flowers and head over there to introduce myself. You know, like the welcome wagon, mulch wagon, whatever.
I’ll let you know if the miracle happens.
FYI - The abundance of peaches are so heavy on our tree this year, that the tops of the branches are touching the ground. We are just hoping to harvest the fruit before the tree collapses by breaking in half. (Time to prune!) This is a late peach variety and the peaches are just starting to ripen. It’s an absolutely delicious peach called The Georgia White Peach. I made my first peach crisp the other day and it was good. I used an apple crisp recipe, which turns out is not right for peaches. They need flour or tapioca, something like that to create to the right consistency. The crisp was a little soupy. Still heavenly, but soupy.
I can’t help but include another recipe. I’ve never had a peach pie like what I’m about to share with you ever! (And we come from a long line of pie bakers – we know good pie!) This recipe comes from my mother-in-law who is in her 80’s now, it was her mother’s recipe. If you want to delight your friends and family with a truly delicious dessert, this is it. It’s more of a glazed pie, you know, like they do with strawberries. The crust for this pie is the perfect compliment and you serve it with whipped cream or ice cream, if you like. Everyone will ask for the recipe….and that’s just peachy!
Fresh Peach Pie
Crust: 1-1/2 C. flour, 1 T. sugar and 1 t. salt. Mix together in pie pan. Add 1 T. mild to ½ C. Mazola oil in a small bowl and whip. Add to flour mixture. Press evenly into a 10”pie pan, bottom and sides. Bake at 375 degrees 10-15 minutes until lightly browned.
Filling: Mix 1 C. sugar, 1 C. water, 2 T. cornstarch in pot and cook until it bubbles – stirring on medium heat. Remove from heat and add 3 T. peach jello and cool.
Add 4 C. sliced peaches (about 7 med. Peaches) to filling. Pour into crust and refrigerate. Top with whipped cream.
8/1/08
Hey...Would You Like To Be In A Country Band With Me?
Well, with things changing so rapidly here at home I thought it was high time I invested a little in, yep that’s right, myself. I have played the violin now for about 18 years. I don’t usually tell people how long I’ve been playing because they would then expect me to be an accomplished musician by now. Instead I just tell them that I am a perpetual beginner. Well, I’m tired of playing so feebly. So I posted an ad online entitled “Fiddle Instructor Wanted” and told a little about myself and what I was looking for and awaited eagerly for a response. The first response I got was from some nut saying, “I know you not know how to play fiddle yet but when learn would you like to be in Country Band with me.” I felt like writing back and saying, “Yes, when you learn to speak English and I learn to play the fiddle, then you and I will form a band called, “The Idiots.” No thanks, I swerve when I’m headed for Crazy Town. (Sorry, that’s right, this is a Christian woman’s blog, I being the Christian woman, ask your forgiveness.)
The next and almost immediate response was from what seemed to be an accomplished musician who, again, seemed to know what she was talking about. If she was what she purported to be, she had the ability to take me where I wanted to go. (I failed to say that we recently bought my son a nice resonator banjo and he has been waiting to take lessons as well) As unbelievable as it may sound she was willing to come to the house and teach us both. We set a date for her to give us a preview of what she does with no obligation at all. (This is someone I found off of the internet after all. I had to leave myself a way out, in case she only thought she could play and was awful. It’s more prevalent than one would think. You never know who you’ll meet on-line, right? I made sure that she came on a day that my husband was home in case she was of marginal character.)
Well, the date was set for last Friday and I watched as she pulled in and at first glance I would judge her as a normal person of modest means. I invited her in, she seemed pleasant and cheerful and after a little bit of chit-chat she began to play. As soon as the bow hit the strings I was amazed and thankful that she had found her way to my door. The way she played the fiddle brought tears to my eyes and before she even finished the song I knew that she was the instructor for me. I said, “You’re hired!” Wow! I felt like the Lord had answered my prayers and not only brought me an instructor that comes to the house, but he saw my desire to learn fiddle style and provided a person with the ability to teach me! I had learned to play by way of the Suzuki method, but now it was time to learn fiddle style, you know, Bluegrass or Old Timey. An open door has been set before me…and only by lots of hard work and diligence will I be able to pass through it. (I’ve been stuck in the proverbial mud for so long, I don’t know if I’ll ever get out.)
Well, I’m determined to overcome. I’m going to push through and push through hard. Working to accomplish this goal would give me such joy. We love music; our family, and we also play at church. I’m the one in the background, nevertheless, enjoying myself. Music makes everything better, I say dreamily. Now to produce some that is more like a dream and less like a nightmare…I have to go to work. (Hi-ho! Hi-ho! Hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work I go…)
The moral of the story here is that self- improvement is hard. Let’s face it, whether you want to become a better painter, a better writer, have a beautiful garden; create a better blog, exercise or whatever; it takes time, dedication and hard work. I’m not an old dog but it is hard to learn new tricks. Yet, I’m determined.
Hey, would you like to be in a country band with me?
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