Sunday, May 31, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
A Belated Mother's Day post
Yesterday was Mother's Day.
Today I read this; Letter To Motherless Daughters and it reminded me once again to be thankful.
My Mom is a walking, talking, breathing miracle. According to medical science - she shouldn't be alive today. Her recovery was hard to watch - especially since I was too young to help her in any way
As a 5/6 year old girl, I watched her struggle for a time with small tasks... Writing, lifting even little things.
Seeing and experiencing that caused me to grow up much faster than most girls. I went through a severe rebellious stage from about 10 to 14. (God is still working to change my stubborn heart today - for which I'm thankful.) I became a 'little mother' to my younger brothers - not very successfully.
20 years have passed since then. Mom is still here and doing great. I sometimes forget how much of a miracle it is that she's alive and functioning. When I remember, my heart gets so full. Several of my own friends have lost a mother; some recently. By the grace of God and in His mercy, my own Mom is here still.
I love you, Mom.
Today I read this; Letter To Motherless Daughters and it reminded me once again to be thankful.
My Mom is a walking, talking, breathing miracle. According to medical science - she shouldn't be alive today. Her recovery was hard to watch - especially since I was too young to help her in any way
As a 5/6 year old girl, I watched her struggle for a time with small tasks... Writing, lifting even little things.
Seeing and experiencing that caused me to grow up much faster than most girls. I went through a severe rebellious stage from about 10 to 14. (God is still working to change my stubborn heart today - for which I'm thankful.) I became a 'little mother' to my younger brothers - not very successfully.
20 years have passed since then. Mom is still here and doing great. I sometimes forget how much of a miracle it is that she's alive and functioning. When I remember, my heart gets so full. Several of my own friends have lost a mother; some recently. By the grace of God and in His mercy, my own Mom is here still.
I love you, Mom.
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| taken 6-6-2010 |
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
What Is Spring?
*Copied from my personal Facebook note of May 2010*
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| Violets in Russian cobalt blue cup |
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| Crocus from the neighbor's yard |
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| Another neighbor's lilac |
the first day going barefoot outside
Forsythia blooming
spring bird migration
the first night sleeping with the window open - and the cold that almost inevitably follows... :P
Planning the gardens for the year...
And planting them!
the sun waking me up earlier every morning
Thunderstorms rolling through
Listening to robins sing the sun to bed
Taking pictures of every conceivable object that tells me - spring
What is spring for you?
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Happenings
Wow! What a crazy month it's been for me. I wrote in an earlier post that I started back at my restaurant job at the beginning of March and got hired at a warehouse close to home about a week later.
On the 13th of this month I was asked if I would like to come on full time at the warehouse. I said yes, but I need to give some notice to the restaurant. Talked with the manager there, and he said a week's notice (just work out what I was scheduled for) would be fine.
So, this past Monday I began full time work at the warehouse. My biggest challenge is going to be adjusting my sleep schedule to get enough, so as to not get sick all the time.
Along with that, I have a small yard work job that is kind of 'on the side' that I'm going to try to do at least once a week.
May 1st, a dear friend is getting married. I am going to be making fruit salad for her reception. Enough for 200 or so!
On the 13th of this month I was asked if I would like to come on full time at the warehouse. I said yes, but I need to give some notice to the restaurant. Talked with the manager there, and he said a week's notice (just work out what I was scheduled for) would be fine.
So, this past Monday I began full time work at the warehouse. My biggest challenge is going to be adjusting my sleep schedule to get enough, so as to not get sick all the time.
Along with that, I have a small yard work job that is kind of 'on the side' that I'm going to try to do at least once a week.
May 1st, a dear friend is getting married. I am going to be making fruit salad for her reception. Enough for 200 or so!
The daffs are about done.
Tulips are in full swing though. My neighbor has some purple feather edged ones up right now.
Looking forward to May, excited for my friends, happy to see my beloved Nana again soon.
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Down The Long Hills' Book Review
Down the Long Hills was written by Louis L'Amour and published in 1968.
Louis L'Amour was a prolific and extremely famous Western author who died in 1988.
This book deals with the harshness of the West as pioneers were crossing - or attempting to - the the "far-seeing lands".
I noticed on this read how differently the kids were trained back then. Parents did not shy from showing their kids how hard life was going to be. Pioneer children, particularly the boys, were taught almost before they could walk to be wary. Indians, accidents, unforgiving climate. Any number of things could happen - and usually did.
The hero of DTLH is such a boy. His mother is dead. His father has gone west to search out land for them. Now at 7, he's in the care of fellow pioneers who are taking him out to his surviving parent. Even at his young age he understands and comprehends responsibility. Which, though he doesn't know it at first, will help save his life and another.
A girl of 3 tags after him and kindly he takes care of her through all that follows. Their adult figures are killed by Indians, and it's only them and the horse that the young boy has been with from a colt.
Long, frightening and danger-filled are the days that follow for the little wanderers. Our hero knows that he must, "go west young man," to find his father and safety. Indians, storms, outlaws, weather and wild animals stand between them and safety.
Do they find shelter and the boy's father? Read for yourselves in this slim volume packed full of adventure.
Cheers for the books we read.
L
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*Warning - there is some ripe language at points in this book.*
Louis L'Amour was a prolific and extremely famous Western author who died in 1988.
This book deals with the harshness of the West as pioneers were crossing - or attempting to - the the "far-seeing lands".
I noticed on this read how differently the kids were trained back then. Parents did not shy from showing their kids how hard life was going to be. Pioneer children, particularly the boys, were taught almost before they could walk to be wary. Indians, accidents, unforgiving climate. Any number of things could happen - and usually did.
The hero of DTLH is such a boy. His mother is dead. His father has gone west to search out land for them. Now at 7, he's in the care of fellow pioneers who are taking him out to his surviving parent. Even at his young age he understands and comprehends responsibility. Which, though he doesn't know it at first, will help save his life and another.
A girl of 3 tags after him and kindly he takes care of her through all that follows. Their adult figures are killed by Indians, and it's only them and the horse that the young boy has been with from a colt.
Long, frightening and danger-filled are the days that follow for the little wanderers. Our hero knows that he must, "go west young man," to find his father and safety. Indians, storms, outlaws, weather and wild animals stand between them and safety.
Do they find shelter and the boy's father? Read for yourselves in this slim volume packed full of adventure.
Cheers for the books we read.
L
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Catch Up/New Things
Wow! Looked at the date of my last post and this month has simply flown by.
Long story short, I had to look for work that was more than just a few hours a week for Dad. So I started applying different places at the end of February.
I also emailed a plant warehouse that literally sits within a quarter mile of my house. When I'm down on the street by my car I can read the business sign. Upon initially contacting them, they weren't hiring. The lady said that she would keep my name in mind though.
So, I went back to work at my original job at the fast food restaurant (first week of March). Part time at that point. Didn't have the intestinal fortitude to go back full time.
Started on a Monday. That Wednesday I got an email from the warehouse. "We're hiring, please call." Called that morning, set up an interview for Friday afternoon and of course let my bosses at the restaurant know of the possibility of a second job.
Friday was an extremely busy day. Mom and myself had a Bible study to go to in the morning and I was babysitting some wonderful kiddos from church starting at 5. (They live about 45-55 minutes away.)
Between all the madness I went over and talked with one of the owners and her husband and son-in-law. And praise God, they hired me to start the following Monday. 7 to 3 2 days a week book-ending my work week at the restaurant.
Long story short, I had to look for work that was more than just a few hours a week for Dad. So I started applying different places at the end of February.
I also emailed a plant warehouse that literally sits within a quarter mile of my house. When I'm down on the street by my car I can read the business sign. Upon initially contacting them, they weren't hiring. The lady said that she would keep my name in mind though.
So, I went back to work at my original job at the fast food restaurant (first week of March). Part time at that point. Didn't have the intestinal fortitude to go back full time.
Started on a Monday. That Wednesday I got an email from the warehouse. "We're hiring, please call." Called that morning, set up an interview for Friday afternoon and of course let my bosses at the restaurant know of the possibility of a second job.
Friday was an extremely busy day. Mom and myself had a Bible study to go to in the morning and I was babysitting some wonderful kiddos from church starting at 5. (They live about 45-55 minutes away.)
Between all the madness I went over and talked with one of the owners and her husband and son-in-law. And praise God, they hired me to start the following Monday. 7 to 3 2 days a week book-ending my work week at the restaurant.
This set of pictures are of a great uncle's set of old utensils. I used my not very good cell phone camera to capture these images. From my peering at them, they appear to be handmade. The spatula's in particular have this appearance.
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