Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Here are a couple things I’ve been mulling over. There are still a few others, but I want to put them in their own posts.
* For Corpus Christi yesterday we processed after Mass with the Eucharist through the neighborhood by our church. The Knights of Columbus were there as escorts and the ushers carried a beautiful red and gold canopy over Father and the monstrance. I had never participated in a procession like that before. DH said as a child they used to do that often, though even more elaborately. I’m grateful our pastor feels demonstrations of our faith like this are important. It can never be too old-fashioned to bring Christ out into the world.
* At work I sit next to a gentleman that is an observant Jew. Although we differ on the basic tenant of our faith, Jesus Christ is our Savior, there’s so much we do seem to agree upon. Lately we have been talking a lot about life and death. He just lost his mother-in-law a little over a week ago and is trying to help his wife and three kids through it all. They could all really use your prayers.
* So far, so good. Mama Bluebell is still guarding her eggs and critters haven’t discovered them. The eggs should be hatching any day now. I can’t wait to see them.
* I’ve had weird dreams, but I think last night’s takes the prize. I dreamt that I gave birth to a fetal pig but the doctors wanted to put it back in me so it could grow some more. Where in the world did that come from???
* Well, it’s officially summer – I got my annual case of poison ivy. At first I thought it was a bug bite and I scratched it. So, a little poison ivy goes a long way!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
There's something about baseball I just love. It has a continuity and life of its own. Unlike football or basketball, soccer or hocky, it's not dependant on the clock. Fast or slow, they'll play nine innnings. Except for the exceptions. Rain's not going to stop? End of game. It's tied after nine? They'll play more. Even those nine inning games are unpredictable. They can be two hours or they can be four.
And how do you score? By making it home. How comforting is that?
It has a history. There are statistics about everything.
Who had the most home runs in a single game?
Actually, 12 players have hit four homeruns in one game.
What was the fewest pitches thrown by a single pitcher in a game?
Red Barrett Fifty-Eight Pitch Complete Game | August 10, 1944 at Crosley Field
What was the longest game? shortest?
Who is the winningest pitcher?
Walter Johnson with 417 wins
Teams and players are always trying to get better, set a new record. They want the most RBIs, the lowest ERA, the longest consecutive hitting streak, the perfect game.
A good game isn't always defined by the score. The Indians had a game earlier this year in which they won 1 to nothing. The one run? On a stolen base. It was a real pitcters' duel. They lost one recently in similar fashion, 1-0, both starters pitched complete games.
And then there's the blow-outs. Those are great fun. How about the come from behind wins? Hey, they may be losing four to nothing, but don't count them down and out! That five to four victory is sweet.
And when they're not doing so well? There's always next year!
Monday, June 20, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
When I got home I b!$&*ed and moaned about it to DH. He listened patiently and then reminded me that, yes, I had made my feeling known about it; no, I couldn't change that fact that I had to go there; but, it was time to change my attitude about it.
Yep, it's time to be a big girl and suck it up! I'm employed. I'm working at this office because I was specifically asked for because of my skills. It's a change of scenery. AND, it's not forever.
I remembered one of my favorite quotes by Charles Swindoll:
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.
Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.
The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.
And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.
The donuts I brought in help sweeten the deal too!
Monday, June 13, 2011
Do you ever feel like you have sensory overload? I was driving to work this morning I had this crushing feeling of too much. I usually listen to talk radio on the way up to catch the news and traffic reports but I had to turn it off. With all the traffic it just felt like too much was coming at me and I couldn’t take it all in. And the feeling continued at work as well. I sit in an office with seven other people and the chattering, the printer grinding away, the clicking of keyboards, the humming of the air conditioning fans, the beeping of a cell phone being dialed, people walking in the hallway, and doors opening and closing just seemed to be all too much.
I am craving the thought of being home, listening to nothing other than the birds chattering away and the water flowing in the stream - listening to God’s creations not man’s.
Oh well, one hour down, seven to go.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Addie is just so sweet natured I instantly fell in love with her. It was wonderful to get to snuggle up with her while her mama and I chatted away. You can see where Addie gets her good looks from!
|Thankful & Addie|
Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday we drove up to my aunt's house to get logs from the great big maple she had cut down. It had been hit by lightening a couple of years ago and was dying from the inside out. We'll have some great fires from it next fall and winter. Afterwards we took her out to brunch. It was nice just for the three of us to visit, usually it's with a whole load of family. This time we truely got to hear what was on her mind.
Later that evening, when the sun wasn't so strong, we worked out in the yard. It's been fun to see the gardens take shape. I really enjoyed listening to the Indians game while I pulled weeds with the sweat rolling down my back. It was rather satisfying. Unfortunately, the outcome of the baseball game wasn't the same.
Sunday a friend joined us for dinner, steaks on the grill. Afterwards we sat on the patio and watch the bluebirds, now known as Bluebell and Barney, duke it out with the house wren for control of the bird house. I'm glad to say the bluebirds won. And, yes, we tend to name a lot of the critters that wander into out yard.
And then we get to today. New construction on the highway brought traffic to a creepy crawl on the way to work. And once I got there, it was a slooooow and boring day. So, I was cranky when I got home.
DH to the rescue. He sat me down on the patio and we watched the bluebirds work on their nest.
I was reminded of the spectacular. . .
. . and I am happy!
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Mom, can I have ice cream and cookies before dinner? No
Can I drink and drive responsibly? No
Dad, can I use the car tonight? No
Can I sleep around without ramifications? No
Will you go out on a date with me? No
Can I lose fifty pounds overnight? No
Is it going to snow is July? No
Mom, can I play ball in the street? No
Can I win the lottery without buying a ticket? No
God, can I be a mom? No
Sometimes No is a physical impossiblity. As much as I'd like to wake up fifty pounds lighter, it just isn't going to happen. Nor am I going to grow wings and learn how to fly.
Sometimes it's a personal preference. I really don't want to go out drinking and dancing at the local bar. I don't want to chair that committee. And, no, I don't think you look good in green and purple horizontal stripes.
Sometimes that No keeps us from bad consequences. I won't drunkenly crash the car. I won't get an STD. I'll eat a healthier meal if I skip the cookies before dinner.
But what if the reason for the No isn't so apparent? I think as Catholic women we feel the sting of God's No to children particularly strongly. It's painful. Being a mother is what we were created for. Or is it? What if God put me here for some other reason. It doesn't always seem clear to me what it is. I have to trust, believe, and have faith. Is that easy? Emphatically No!
Can I still be happy? Most certainly! How? By looking for truth, beauty and goodness in the world God has given me. Is it easy? Well . . . maybe.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
|my new tree - Persian Ironwood|