My newest diversion
11 years ago
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
When I Stand......................
"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'."
-- Erma Bombeck
-- Erma Bombeck
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Things to Keep
I read this somewhere, and thought it was worth repeating...........
I grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it... A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away..
I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things.. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress..
Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.. S o... while we have it..... it's best we love it.... and care for it... and fix it when it's broken......... and heal it when it's sick.
This is true. for marriage....... and old cars..... and children with bad report cards..... and dogs with bad hips.... and aging parents..... and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things
we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special........ and so, we keep them close!
I grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it... A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away..
I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things.. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress..
Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.. S o... while we have it..... it's best we love it.... and care for it... and fix it when it's broken......... and heal it when it's sick.
This is true. for marriage....... and old cars..... and children with bad report cards..... and dogs with bad hips.... and aging parents..... and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things
we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special........ and so, we keep them close!
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Hot Humid and Stormy
Well I waited a long time but summer has finally got here. Now the temperatures are well into the 90's and have even reached 100. I love the heat, but don't like the storms that seems to be going along with all this nice warm weather.
I was so cold last winter that I told myself that no matter how hot it got this summer I was not going to complain...it is easier to get cool than to get warm, and it is hard to sew with mittens on in the winter.
I was so cold last winter that I told myself that no matter how hot it got this summer I was not going to complain...it is easier to get cool than to get warm, and it is hard to sew with mittens on in the winter.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Light House
Finally got the light house stained and attached to the stump. BUT I now notice that even though I have stained the light house a light blue, it blends right in with the twilight ( light lavender) of the house. I think the next time I am using a can of black outdoor paint I will add some accents, like maybe paint the edge just under the "light" black, and add a door and maybe some windows. What do you think? Do you think that will add to it, or should I just leave well enough alone?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
