Thank you Brittany for the Facebook post. You reminded me that today is the first day of Fall. The first day of Fall is always worth remembering, and it's the official beginning of the countdown to The Taylor Family Reunion.
Today in Mukilteo has been a wonderful preview of Fall. A little soft rain, a bit of sunshine peeking out of the white clouds, a gentle breeze, misty and foggy then drifting back to a little soft rain this evening.
My friend Mary saw on The Taylor Blog that I was planning a drive down the Columbia River Gorge when Jean and Cathy are here. She had seen a list of the top ten Fall foliage locations and one of them was the Columbia River Gorge, so hopefully we will see something spectacular. Not much change happening around here yet. A bit of yellow and a smattering of red, but everything is still mostly green.
With Jean and Cathy visiting, Fall arriving, The Taylor Family Reunion approaching -- what else do you need?
Hugs. Brittany also mentioned hugs on her FB comments. I'm expecting, hoping for, and willing to bribe hugs out of everyone. I don't care if they are one-armed, exuberant, gooey, Texas, sister hugs, or shy. Hugs is what I am looking forward to, it is the best part of reunion.
Well, hugs and food.
Life isn't always a family reunion so I plan to hug my way through it.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Four Days Down, Rest of My Life to Go
Rants and Raves on working downtown.
To begin with the maintenance men at this downtown office building dress better than me! They dress better than the owner and CEO of Onlineshoes.com. Here they were all decked out in navy slacks, navy polartec vests, baby blue dress shirts with their dark ties tucked neatly in the shirt, with their tool belts on their hips and a screw driver in their hands as they tackled some "move in" problem.
I have arrived into an uptown world.
Uptown for this low down gal. There are signal lights, cross walks, traffic, high rise garages, buses, commuters, umbrella carriers, briefcase and backpacks galore, long long long lines at Starbucks, and eighteen restaurants in a 360 degree view, maybe more. There are grills, bars, trattoria's, sandwich shops, teriyaki, Ethiopian, Mexican, and Italian. Pizza -- of course. Subs -- of course. World famous corned beef and I don't know what all else. I can't see Lake Union, but there soars The Space Needle practically at my nose. It is a different landscape. An alternate reality.
There is a special shuttle for Metropolitan Park employees to Pikes Place Market and Nordstroms. I need to check that out. And a free bus ride zone downtown. I need to check that out.
On my first 26 mile commute it was pouring down rain, I couldn't see the highway white lines, there is a fricken lot of traffic at 4:15 am, my I- 5 on-ramp was closed so I had to take the long way around and I was denied access into the parking garage. The new office space was overheating, phones didn't work properly, doors didn't shut properly, drawers didn't open properly, Seattle was flushing it's water system and the water might be brown, but other than that it was all good.
On the second day I had a beautiful moonlit morning then a weaving semi loomed out of no where and scared the beJesus out of me. Then I was trapped in the parking garage. I wasn't denied access at the garage door, but once I had entered and the garage door came down the barricade didn't go up. STUCK. I now know how to get both the door and barricade to cooperate. Like Jerry told me once, "You have to be smarter than the door."
I have the glint of the early morning sun reflecting off plate glass, I have the aroma of exhaust wafting, I haven't heard an owl or seen a coyote, there is an occasional homeless person wandering into view, the wide open spaces is the second floor deck that sweeps over an acre of space yet is denied for human consumption, it hasn't been inspected by the fire marshall or something, I forget what. You use your access key to key into the garage -- twice, and into the building, and onto the elevator, and into your office. Then if you go to the break room or bathroom or out to lunch you have to key back.
It's surreal.
Lynn asked me if I was enjoying the gorgeous skyline view of downtown Seattle on my early morning commute. I had to admit that so far I can't say I have admired the view, but it's coming. I'm still in that over stimulated, new nervousness, what the hell am I doing mode.
Sensory overload.
I'm beginning to feel like a lump of clay being molded into something different. Forged anew. Beaten into a sword. Or is it plowshares?
I am grateful for a job, I'm not homeless.
Eyes to see the glint of the sun.
A car for the commute.
Gas for the fumes.
Feet and shoes for walking.
Good looking and spiffily dressed maintenance men.
Brand new environment.
I sit right above I-5 and can see the traffic snarl at eightish in the morning that I am not a part of. I am grateful for that.
I am grateful for being forged anew.
And the bathroom is lovely.
Life isn't always the sound of an owl in the distance.
To begin with the maintenance men at this downtown office building dress better than me! They dress better than the owner and CEO of Onlineshoes.com. Here they were all decked out in navy slacks, navy polartec vests, baby blue dress shirts with their dark ties tucked neatly in the shirt, with their tool belts on their hips and a screw driver in their hands as they tackled some "move in" problem.
I have arrived into an uptown world.
Uptown for this low down gal. There are signal lights, cross walks, traffic, high rise garages, buses, commuters, umbrella carriers, briefcase and backpacks galore, long long long lines at Starbucks, and eighteen restaurants in a 360 degree view, maybe more. There are grills, bars, trattoria's, sandwich shops, teriyaki, Ethiopian, Mexican, and Italian. Pizza -- of course. Subs -- of course. World famous corned beef and I don't know what all else. I can't see Lake Union, but there soars The Space Needle practically at my nose. It is a different landscape. An alternate reality.
There is a special shuttle for Metropolitan Park employees to Pikes Place Market and Nordstroms. I need to check that out. And a free bus ride zone downtown. I need to check that out.
On my first 26 mile commute it was pouring down rain, I couldn't see the highway white lines, there is a fricken lot of traffic at 4:15 am, my I- 5 on-ramp was closed so I had to take the long way around and I was denied access into the parking garage. The new office space was overheating, phones didn't work properly, doors didn't shut properly, drawers didn't open properly, Seattle was flushing it's water system and the water might be brown, but other than that it was all good.
On the second day I had a beautiful moonlit morning then a weaving semi loomed out of no where and scared the beJesus out of me. Then I was trapped in the parking garage. I wasn't denied access at the garage door, but once I had entered and the garage door came down the barricade didn't go up. STUCK. I now know how to get both the door and barricade to cooperate. Like Jerry told me once, "You have to be smarter than the door."
I have the glint of the early morning sun reflecting off plate glass, I have the aroma of exhaust wafting, I haven't heard an owl or seen a coyote, there is an occasional homeless person wandering into view, the wide open spaces is the second floor deck that sweeps over an acre of space yet is denied for human consumption, it hasn't been inspected by the fire marshall or something, I forget what. You use your access key to key into the garage -- twice, and into the building, and onto the elevator, and into your office. Then if you go to the break room or bathroom or out to lunch you have to key back.
It's surreal.
Lynn asked me if I was enjoying the gorgeous skyline view of downtown Seattle on my early morning commute. I had to admit that so far I can't say I have admired the view, but it's coming. I'm still in that over stimulated, new nervousness, what the hell am I doing mode.
Sensory overload.
I'm beginning to feel like a lump of clay being molded into something different. Forged anew. Beaten into a sword. Or is it plowshares?
I am grateful for a job, I'm not homeless.
Eyes to see the glint of the sun.
A car for the commute.
Gas for the fumes.
Feet and shoes for walking.
Good looking and spiffily dressed maintenance men.
Brand new environment.
I sit right above I-5 and can see the traffic snarl at eightish in the morning that I am not a part of. I am grateful for that.
I am grateful for being forged anew.
And the bathroom is lovely.
Life isn't always the sound of an owl in the distance.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
The Art of Survival
Owls don't change, caterpillars do.
As a species, humans change. We migrate, or dig in, or climb above. We know how to change, we know we must encompass change, and yet we hate it passionately. We know we must change, we must change in order to survive.
I've been observing the drama of change lately, it's every where.
The theme of change.
Connor is changing into the alpha male over Brandy.
Brittany is changing into a HOG, a senior, a college student.
Martin has flashed back into family view, that's a change.
Julie needs to change her school schedule due to the CA budget changes.
The theme of change is randomly popping up in my reading.
"They were nothing more than people, by themselves. Even paired, any pairing, they would have been nothing more than people by themselves. But all together, they have become the heart and muscles and mind of something perilous and new, something strange and growing and great.
Together, all together, they are the instruments of change."
Sometimes I suck at change.
Routine is comforting, easy, rhythmic, it lulls and coos in contentment. But sometimes lulls and coos is just a wee bit boring. Dull. We live our life in rhythm and cycles and routine and migration and dream of something different, something more -- then the earth rocks -- it blocks the route to the grazing fields and the herd must change it's path to survive.
So survive I will, change I will. I will travel an alternate migrating route to the grazing fields. Today I start my downtown migration to survive. Wish me well, and wish me a smooth commute, pleasant grazing fields, a contented herd, and scarce prey.
Sometimes I am very good at change.
I've changed from daughter, baby, girl, sister, young girl, little gal, female, hot thing, wife, lady, mother, woman, mother-in-law, grandmother and now I'm Miz Jan. More like the owl then the caterpillar, I think.
If you feel like embracing change today try the recipe on Lynn's blog for Brownies made with avocado. I haven't tried them yet, but I will, I just won't use the cup of coco the recipe calls for.
The movie Temple Grandin was great.
Connor is great -- he is learning that alpha male bit.
Ian is great -- he is embracing his inner chef.
Christian is great -- well he is just great.
He came to see his mother didn't he?
Stephanie is great -- she does everything with a maximum of grace
and a minimum of frustration.
Roger is great -- his wheels continue to turn, both internally and externally.
Now, I need to change into a techno geek to survive. I missed out on that when techno genes were being passed out, so I will just have to change.
Go forth and change, you will not regret it.
As a species, humans change. We migrate, or dig in, or climb above. We know how to change, we know we must encompass change, and yet we hate it passionately. We know we must change, we must change in order to survive.
I've been observing the drama of change lately, it's every where.
The theme of change.
Connor is changing into the alpha male over Brandy.
Brittany is changing into a HOG, a senior, a college student.
Martin has flashed back into family view, that's a change.
Julie needs to change her school schedule due to the CA budget changes.
The theme of change is randomly popping up in my reading.
"They were nothing more than people, by themselves. Even paired, any pairing, they would have been nothing more than people by themselves. But all together, they have become the heart and muscles and mind of something perilous and new, something strange and growing and great.
Together, all together, they are the instruments of change."
Sometimes I suck at change.
Routine is comforting, easy, rhythmic, it lulls and coos in contentment. But sometimes lulls and coos is just a wee bit boring. Dull. We live our life in rhythm and cycles and routine and migration and dream of something different, something more -- then the earth rocks -- it blocks the route to the grazing fields and the herd must change it's path to survive.
So survive I will, change I will. I will travel an alternate migrating route to the grazing fields. Today I start my downtown migration to survive. Wish me well, and wish me a smooth commute, pleasant grazing fields, a contented herd, and scarce prey.
Sometimes I am very good at change.
I've changed from daughter, baby, girl, sister, young girl, little gal, female, hot thing, wife, lady, mother, woman, mother-in-law, grandmother and now I'm Miz Jan. More like the owl then the caterpillar, I think.
If you feel like embracing change today try the recipe on Lynn's blog for Brownies made with avocado. I haven't tried them yet, but I will, I just won't use the cup of coco the recipe calls for.
The movie Temple Grandin was great.
Connor is great -- he is learning that alpha male bit.
Ian is great -- he is embracing his inner chef.
Christian is great -- well he is just great.
He came to see his mother didn't he?
Stephanie is great -- she does everything with a maximum of grace
and a minimum of frustration.
Roger is great -- his wheels continue to turn, both internally and externally.
Now, I need to change into a techno geek to survive. I missed out on that when techno genes were being passed out, so I will just have to change.
Go forth and change, you will not regret it.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
What is a HOG?
What is a HOG?
Just kidding.
I know it is the U of A mascot. I remember when everyone was trying to get Avery (I think) to call the HOGs.
Congratulations Brittany, I know this is big, big, big news for you and your family is proud, proud proud.
I will be proud to call you a HOG!
Life is sometimes just about perfect.
Just kidding.
I know it is the U of A mascot. I remember when everyone was trying to get Avery (I think) to call the HOGs.
Congratulations Brittany, I know this is big, big, big news for you and your family is proud, proud proud.
I will be proud to call you a HOG!
Life is sometimes just about perfect.
Brittany's acceptance at the University of Arkansas
Just wanted to inform all the blog followers that Brittany has been accepted to the University of Arkansas as of to day. Let's go HOGS.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Sagas
Saga of Christian for lunch.
Christian came over for lunch. It was fun, we went to Patty's Egg Nest for chicken fried steak and pancakes. In the course of our breakfast I whined about Roger and Stephanie not putting enough pictures of Connor out there for my viewing pleasure. My direct, no nonsense Christian said, "Take your own damn pictures. You see Connor every week, you have two hands, you have a camera. What is stopping you from having all the pictures of Connor you want?"
Saga of technology.
It has taken me at least 25 years to fully master VCR machines, and that technology is at least as old as Ian. I am semi competent on a DVD or cordless phone, and what is that, 15/20 year old technology? I can use a cell phone but I wouldn't call me competent. PDA's and Blackberries flew right past me, they were passe' before I even learned of their existence. I barely can recognize an IPod, IPhone, or IPad. Any and all of that other technological geeky techno aide and toys I don't even know the names of. Well I saw Stephanie's Zoom once, but I don't think that counts as part of my technology education.
Carol demonstrated her new Sony Reader and it gave me a headache it does so much. I mean fantastic stuff, dictionary, notation ability, font size for reading comfort, vertical or horizontal and like HAL, it remembers stuff about you. Is that comforting or creepy?
And Christian wants me to take digital photos of Connor. Ian gave me a 3 minute lesson, handed me a camera and expected results. When people say they are computer illiterates I am the poster child. But I have now taken three wobbly pictures of Connor, although no one has shown me how to download and transfer over to the computer yet. I think I need another lesson or two before I can foster them off on you.
That is quite a saga of obsolete technology I saved myself from.
Saga of the Spinach Muffins.
I answered the phone, "This is Jan at Onlineshoes.com. How may I help you?"
The customer asked, "Do you like to cook?"
Jan answered rather cautiously, "Well, yes I do."
The customer said, "We made the best Spinach Muffins. There were three of us and we all really liked them. The recipe is in Bon Appetit Magazine, you must try them."
I said, "Well one good recipe deserves another. Go to the December issue of Bon Appetit Magazine and get the recipe for Giant Apricot Walnut Scones."
I did try and they are good.
Savory Spinach, Feta, and Peppadew Muffins
nonstick vegetable oil spray
2 3/4 c all purpose flour
1/4 c sugar
2 teasp baking powder
1 teasp paprika
3/4 teasp salt
3/4 c whole milk
1/2 c vegetable oil
2 large eggs
1 c thinly sliced spinach leaves
3/4 c crumbled feta cheese
1/2 c chopped drained mild Peppadew peppers
or roasted red peppers from a jar.
Mix dry
Whisk liquids
Combine just until blended
Add spinach feta and peppers
12 standard or 6 large muffin cups sprayed with nonstick spray
the muffin cups will be full
bake 375
25 to 28 minutes standard
33 to 35 minutes large
Saga of Crab Bisque.
My friend Jo-Anne went crabbing with her new fellow. She doesn't eat seafood so she called and asked if I wanted one. My heart skipped a beat and I said sure, I could manage to do something with a local fresh Dungeness crab already caught cleaned cooked bagged tagged and delivered.
All I have ever done with crab is eat it in restaurants, so I decided to be adventurous and went searching for a particularly nice crab recipe and decided on bisque. Doesn't that sound lovely, Crab Bisque. It turned out delicious even though I had to make a few substitutions.
Crab Bisque
1 pound crab, I had about one half a pound
1/2 c butter, I might have used a bit more
1/2 c celery, I used celery seed
1/2 c onion, I used 2 small
green onion, I forgot to write down how much,
so I used all I had 3, 4, 5, 6 can't remember now
1/4 c green pepper, I didn't have any so to hell with it
2 cans potato soup, I didn't have any canned potato soup
Do they make such a thing?
I didn't have any potatoes either,
but remembered I had some instant mashed potatoes
again I figured what the hell
1 can creamed corn, I used 1 can whole kernel
sort of mashed up a bit
1/2 teasp garlic, 4 or 5 cloves ought to work
2 bay leaves, I used 2 bay leaves
1 teasp thyme, I used 1 teasp thyme
plus a little corriander just because I like corriander
Hot sauce, a few drops.
I have NEVER used less than ten drops of tobasco in my life
salt and white pepper to taste
I don't salt and I figured I had the pepper covered
1 1/2 c half and half, I used milk with a little extra butter
1 1/2 c water, I used water
and a little chicken broth for richness
Serve with fresh chopped parsley and lemon wedges. I put the dried parsley in the bisque and didn't have any lemons.
I don't know how it turned out delicious, but it did.
Life isn't always a two ticket saga.
Christian came over for lunch. It was fun, we went to Patty's Egg Nest for chicken fried steak and pancakes. In the course of our breakfast I whined about Roger and Stephanie not putting enough pictures of Connor out there for my viewing pleasure. My direct, no nonsense Christian said, "Take your own damn pictures. You see Connor every week, you have two hands, you have a camera. What is stopping you from having all the pictures of Connor you want?"
Saga of technology.
It has taken me at least 25 years to fully master VCR machines, and that technology is at least as old as Ian. I am semi competent on a DVD or cordless phone, and what is that, 15/20 year old technology? I can use a cell phone but I wouldn't call me competent. PDA's and Blackberries flew right past me, they were passe' before I even learned of their existence. I barely can recognize an IPod, IPhone, or IPad. Any and all of that other technological geeky techno aide and toys I don't even know the names of. Well I saw Stephanie's Zoom once, but I don't think that counts as part of my technology education.
Carol demonstrated her new Sony Reader and it gave me a headache it does so much. I mean fantastic stuff, dictionary, notation ability, font size for reading comfort, vertical or horizontal and like HAL, it remembers stuff about you. Is that comforting or creepy?
And Christian wants me to take digital photos of Connor. Ian gave me a 3 minute lesson, handed me a camera and expected results. When people say they are computer illiterates I am the poster child. But I have now taken three wobbly pictures of Connor, although no one has shown me how to download and transfer over to the computer yet. I think I need another lesson or two before I can foster them off on you.
That is quite a saga of obsolete technology I saved myself from.
Saga of the Spinach Muffins.
I answered the phone, "This is Jan at Onlineshoes.com. How may I help you?"
The customer asked, "Do you like to cook?"
Jan answered rather cautiously, "Well, yes I do."
The customer said, "We made the best Spinach Muffins. There were three of us and we all really liked them. The recipe is in Bon Appetit Magazine, you must try them."
I said, "Well one good recipe deserves another. Go to the December issue of Bon Appetit Magazine and get the recipe for Giant Apricot Walnut Scones."
I did try and they are good.
Savory Spinach, Feta, and Peppadew Muffins
nonstick vegetable oil spray
2 3/4 c all purpose flour
1/4 c sugar
2 teasp baking powder
1 teasp paprika
3/4 teasp salt
3/4 c whole milk
1/2 c vegetable oil
2 large eggs
1 c thinly sliced spinach leaves
3/4 c crumbled feta cheese
1/2 c chopped drained mild Peppadew peppers
or roasted red peppers from a jar.
Mix dry
Whisk liquids
Combine just until blended
Add spinach feta and peppers
12 standard or 6 large muffin cups sprayed with nonstick spray
the muffin cups will be full
bake 375
25 to 28 minutes standard
33 to 35 minutes large
Saga of Crab Bisque.
My friend Jo-Anne went crabbing with her new fellow. She doesn't eat seafood so she called and asked if I wanted one. My heart skipped a beat and I said sure, I could manage to do something with a local fresh Dungeness crab already caught cleaned cooked bagged tagged and delivered.
All I have ever done with crab is eat it in restaurants, so I decided to be adventurous and went searching for a particularly nice crab recipe and decided on bisque. Doesn't that sound lovely, Crab Bisque. It turned out delicious even though I had to make a few substitutions.
Crab Bisque
1 pound crab, I had about one half a pound
1/2 c butter, I might have used a bit more
1/2 c celery, I used celery seed
1/2 c onion, I used 2 small
green onion, I forgot to write down how much,
so I used all I had 3, 4, 5, 6 can't remember now
1/4 c green pepper, I didn't have any so to hell with it
2 cans potato soup, I didn't have any canned potato soup
Do they make such a thing?
I didn't have any potatoes either,
but remembered I had some instant mashed potatoes
again I figured what the hell
1 can creamed corn, I used 1 can whole kernel
sort of mashed up a bit
1/2 teasp garlic, 4 or 5 cloves ought to work
2 bay leaves, I used 2 bay leaves
1 teasp thyme, I used 1 teasp thyme
plus a little corriander just because I like corriander
Hot sauce, a few drops.
I have NEVER used less than ten drops of tobasco in my life
salt and white pepper to taste
I don't salt and I figured I had the pepper covered
1 1/2 c half and half, I used milk with a little extra butter
1 1/2 c water, I used water
and a little chicken broth for richness
Serve with fresh chopped parsley and lemon wedges. I put the dried parsley in the bisque and didn't have any lemons.
I don't know how it turned out delicious, but it did.
Life isn't always a two ticket saga.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Some Things I know
I know:
Cathy is a hero, she saved Charla's life.
Brittany can do a happy dance.
Christian will visit his mother for a luncheon date, two hours max.
Jean can exercise.
Hannah has red hair.
...Has been called Hannah Banana.
...Likes school.
...Likes her brothers.
...Loves her mom and dad.
...Loves driving.
Jerry can give away airline tickets.
Connor is a touch OCD. His day care teacher said if the other children put the toys away in the wrong cubby, he will go behind and put them in the correct cubby. Poor Stephanie.
I know I have seen Roger turn into a mother hen and Stephanie turn into an excellent Mother.
I know I can fix things.
I can use paperclips to fix my toilet.
... safety pins to fix my jeans.
... a needle and thread to fix my glasses.
... duck tape to fix my living room shade.
... superglue to fix my purple crushed velvet shoes.
I know I'm fly.
Fly as in bad, as in cool, as in can do, as in know things.
You can be fly, or you can fly over, fly by, fly up, fly high, fly to, fly in and all of them have different literal and slang meanings. So, I will be flying high when I fly in to do a quick fly by with all of you, because all of you are so fly. This I know.
I know the karmic lesson of the drive to Coyle.
The lesson of the drive to Coyle was to drift like a leaf on water.
Become one with the Universe.
Sometimes there is no meaning.
Try listening without having an opinion.
I know the book club ladies are the smartest, funniest people I know.
The Angle of Repose was beloved by those who read it.
At book club we book club ladies somehow affirm our own Universal selves, it knits us together like one of Carol's mittens. This I know.
Carol communicated while she knitted.
Mary analyzed.
Kathleen expressed, passionately.
Eleanor graced.
Claire inquired.
Sandie observed.
Jan mused.
Lynn was absent.
I know the joy of Grandmothering.
Grandmothers can watch with no agenda, no opinion. I don't have to bath, feed, put to bed, change, prepare for the next day, monitor homework or development. All I have to do is look at Connor, watch him, play with him, sing to to him, talk to him, or bring him treats.
All I know is watching Connor is fly.
Cathy is a hero, she saved Charla's life.
Brittany can do a happy dance.
Christian will visit his mother for a luncheon date, two hours max.
Jean can exercise.
Hannah has red hair.
...Has been called Hannah Banana.
...Likes school.
...Likes her brothers.
...Loves her mom and dad.
...Loves driving.
Jerry can give away airline tickets.
Connor is a touch OCD. His day care teacher said if the other children put the toys away in the wrong cubby, he will go behind and put them in the correct cubby. Poor Stephanie.
I know I have seen Roger turn into a mother hen and Stephanie turn into an excellent Mother.
I know I can fix things.
I can use paperclips to fix my toilet.
... safety pins to fix my jeans.
... a needle and thread to fix my glasses.
... duck tape to fix my living room shade.
... superglue to fix my purple crushed velvet shoes.
I know I'm fly.
Fly as in bad, as in cool, as in can do, as in know things.
You can be fly, or you can fly over, fly by, fly up, fly high, fly to, fly in and all of them have different literal and slang meanings. So, I will be flying high when I fly in to do a quick fly by with all of you, because all of you are so fly. This I know.
I know the karmic lesson of the drive to Coyle.
The lesson of the drive to Coyle was to drift like a leaf on water.
Become one with the Universe.
Sometimes there is no meaning.
Try listening without having an opinion.
I know the book club ladies are the smartest, funniest people I know.
The Angle of Repose was beloved by those who read it.
At book club we book club ladies somehow affirm our own Universal selves, it knits us together like one of Carol's mittens. This I know.
Carol communicated while she knitted.
Mary analyzed.
Kathleen expressed, passionately.
Eleanor graced.
Claire inquired.
Sandie observed.
Jan mused.
Lynn was absent.
I know the joy of Grandmothering.
Grandmothers can watch with no agenda, no opinion. I don't have to bath, feed, put to bed, change, prepare for the next day, monitor homework or development. All I have to do is look at Connor, watch him, play with him, sing to to him, talk to him, or bring him treats.
All I know is watching Connor is fly.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
God
Did you ever notice that if someone is too skinny people say it's a disease, whereas if someone is fat people say they have no self control, no discipline.
Did you ever notice that is someone is a drug addict or alcoholic people say it's a disease, whereas if someone smokes people say they have no self control, no discipline.
Remember when I said I thought the most underrated luxury is a hot shower. Well, I changed my mind. Toilets. Toilets just pushed hot showers to second place. After one too many peanuts and a wee case of the trots, toilets win as the most underrated luxury.
Claire and I went for a drive up past Smoky Point and I discovered three new beautiful state parks.
I called Christian and invited him over today.
He said he might make it.
I said, "Oh goody, we can go to the Vintage air show, we'll have lunch, it will be so much fun, I haven't seen you in so long, we can talk and visit and catch up."
He said, I might not.
He didn't.
We have a tentative date for lunch tomorrow.
Gotta love my moody broody Christian.
Does/did every one have good Labor Day holiday weekend plans? I got three hours off today and I get Wednesday off, but I work Labor Day, five to one thirty.
Jean and Cathy will be here soon, I have three set plans: A Columbia River drive, a jaunt to the city of Forks of Twilight fame, and a side trip to the community of Edison for bread.
God showed his colors with last night's sunset. It wasn't the most spectacular sunset I have ever seen out my west facing window, it was set against almost a complete dome of navy blue/black/inky/smoky sky with just a thin line of orange across the horizon, but it had, between the sky and the horizon, the most brilliant, bold, incredible ribbon of the brightest purest fuchsia you could ever imagine. I know you all have powerful imaginations, but imagine this sliver of fuchsia as even more brilliant. God showed his colors, then I think He talked to me.
God told me to go to Taylor Family Reunion, he didn't send me one free airline ticket, he sent me two. God said go and I'm going. I will arrive on the twentieth and leave on the twenty-fourth.
I read a great quote today on some movie website, "Do things out of love, not fear." I'm feeling the love.
Did you ever notice if God talks you listen?
Did you ever notice that is someone is a drug addict or alcoholic people say it's a disease, whereas if someone smokes people say they have no self control, no discipline.
Remember when I said I thought the most underrated luxury is a hot shower. Well, I changed my mind. Toilets. Toilets just pushed hot showers to second place. After one too many peanuts and a wee case of the trots, toilets win as the most underrated luxury.
Claire and I went for a drive up past Smoky Point and I discovered three new beautiful state parks.
I called Christian and invited him over today.
He said he might make it.
I said, "Oh goody, we can go to the Vintage air show, we'll have lunch, it will be so much fun, I haven't seen you in so long, we can talk and visit and catch up."
He said, I might not.
He didn't.
We have a tentative date for lunch tomorrow.
Gotta love my moody broody Christian.
Does/did every one have good Labor Day holiday weekend plans? I got three hours off today and I get Wednesday off, but I work Labor Day, five to one thirty.
Jean and Cathy will be here soon, I have three set plans: A Columbia River drive, a jaunt to the city of Forks of Twilight fame, and a side trip to the community of Edison for bread.
God showed his colors with last night's sunset. It wasn't the most spectacular sunset I have ever seen out my west facing window, it was set against almost a complete dome of navy blue/black/inky/smoky sky with just a thin line of orange across the horizon, but it had, between the sky and the horizon, the most brilliant, bold, incredible ribbon of the brightest purest fuchsia you could ever imagine. I know you all have powerful imaginations, but imagine this sliver of fuchsia as even more brilliant. God showed his colors, then I think He talked to me.
God told me to go to Taylor Family Reunion, he didn't send me one free airline ticket, he sent me two. God said go and I'm going. I will arrive on the twentieth and leave on the twenty-fourth.
I read a great quote today on some movie website, "Do things out of love, not fear." I'm feeling the love.
Did you ever notice if God talks you listen?
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