Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Knock me down and paint me yellow

I am painting the third and last bedroom -- there are other rooms that need freshening, and almost every ceiling in the house could use a fresh coat of paint, but this is the last room I planned to paint  . . . back in October, before I moved in.   I set the goal of having it done before easter, since I am having easter dinner for my family.    Brilliant, right?    Offer to cook, and of course that means an implicit promise to shop and clean, and then toss in the idea of painting a bedroom that has more trim than you can imagine and seems to need about 20 coats to cover up the very dark blue that was on the walls when I moved in.

I am not a good painter, and unfortunately, the people before me were even worse.    So, although I have made smudges of wall paint on the ceiling, they are never a match for the larger smudges made by the previous painters.    And, although I sanded and wiped the walls, I keep finding patches of uneven plaster and hardened paint drips left by the earlier tenants.   

Still, if it is ever finished, the room will be bright and, I hope, cheery; an occasional guest room and a place for me to sew.  And truly, there are people who would gladly help me if I let them, so I have nothing to complain about.

But like so many things in my life lately, this has been another big reminder that I am getting older.    After an hour or so of painting,  of climbing up and down, I can barely move.    I am reminded with every brush stroke that I might not be able to paint this room again when it needs it.    So I am trying to enjoy my ability to do it this time, even if it kills me.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Things that make you go hmmmmm

I love this little snap from a friend's facebook posting:

"Obama is not a brown-skinned, anti-war, socialist who gives away free healthcare. You're thinking of Jesus." -- John Fugelsang

Monday, March 29, 2010

People are nice when they're nice

This is the sweetest thing, another blogger read a comment of mine on someone else's blog, and she sent me a package of product samples for my daughter!     Have you ever even heard of anything so nice?    She doesn't know me, she doesn't know my daughter, and yet she took the time (and believe me, with a new baby, she doesn't have much time!) to gather up samples, contact me for my address, pack and mail them . . . . my daughter will love it, but maybe I love it even more.   Thank you, Dora!
I won another prize in a bloggers' contest, this time from Barb's Botanical Garden!    Look at this adorable necklace, with its little spring frogs and a clock-face, perhaps to remind me that the time is now.    Maybe a reminder to me, too, that I didn't kiss enough frogs when I could have and time for that has been used up, ;)   On the back of the timepiece, it says "journey," which is a perfect word for this point in my life when I am - again - rediscovering myself.   Thanks, Barb,  I love my new necklace!

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Still soup weather in Michigan

I found a nearby farm where they raise their own pastured beef, and today I made beef barley soup to try out the local flavor.   It was really good, at least until I spilled a bowl of it as I was opening the refrigerator.   Almost a whole bowl of soup slipped underneath and out of sight, with bits of barley and onions left behind in the grooves of the  refrigerator grate . . . it would have been a very good day to have a dog in the house to help me clean up the mess, and maybe I would have felt better about it since the soup would have been enjoyed by someone!   Thank goodness I was able to protect the cornbread and rice krispie treats!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Hope springs eternal*

These little signs of spring really make me smile --  it's as if there's some primitive creature inside me that doesn't really believe that spring will ever come again,  and these tiny bulbs remind me that, just maybe, it will.

*alexander post

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Ginger Snaps

I used a recipe from Penzeys -- delicious with coffee!

Luck of the Irish

I am not a fan of St. Patrick's Day.   It is the day, 16 years ago, that my daughter was kicked into a pulp by a gang of half a dozen older boys as she lay on top of a friend they had labeled as gay, trying to protect him from their kicks.   The police said she saved his life, and 4 of the thugs were later convicted of assault with intent to do great bodily harm.   My 14 year old daughter was already displaying problems and I was already feeling inadequate to help her, but the St. Patrick's Day attack turned the tide and marks, in my mind, the beginning of her spin into places I cannot reach.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Another prize!

Today's mail brought me another prize from the "One Heart" bloggers' contest, an autographed copy of the blogger's new "Christian romance" novel, "The Price of Trust," by Amanda Stephan.   I am always happy to get a new book, and I'll be a good audience even though -- full disclosure here, go ahead and throw your rocks --  in spite of my master's degree in pastoral ministry and many years of church-related bereavement, liturgy and other volunteer work,  I am not a religious person.   I think I have an open mind, I like to think I am a seeker,  but the answers that seem to satisfy many others don't seem to satisfy me.     Still, I love romance as much as the next gal, and I love to read, so I am excited to win it!

addendum:  I am a couple of chapters into the book and the lead character reminds me a bit of myself at that age, very trusting, filled with faith, trying hard to do God's will in her life.   This will be lovely book for anyone who is in 'that place.'

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The way to my heart

It's true, I really like my cooking, but this was exceptionally good.    I love my black bean soup and french bread so much that, if I weren't me, I'd want to marry me, for sure.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Math quiz

If my container of coconut ice cream says it hold 12 servings, and if I am the only eating it, why is it nearly gone after only 3 days?

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Blue Sky


It might not seem like much to my southern friends, but the last few days of blue skies have been a very special thing here in Michigan!   Love it.    Now if the snow would just melt . . .

Saturday, March 6, 2010


A few minutes before midnight, I got a text message from my daughter.   She wanted me to know that she has a phone again.    She didn't answer any of my questions, and sounded (to the extent that one can "sound" in text) more than a bit manic.  I have tried to phone her and can't get through to either her or her voicemail, which is perpetually full.   But that text "sound" is as identifiable to me as a voice print, so there is no question that it was her.   For the moment, then, things are as normal in my life right now as they ever are.    That's a good thing.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Fun and not fun

I drove down to visit my Detroit peeps ---  started off with a great $1.99 breakfast at IKEA, had a very nice dinner with my brother and sister (I really like my brother and sister), and finished off with three $2 gin and tonics with my sister and her friend, Nancy.  

Of course, in between I also had another dramatic dinner with Dr. Cranky, who ate every scrap on his plate but felt the need to tell everyone in the restaurant that it was 'slop' and that it was too bad they couldn't do anything right.   

Fortunately, those gin and tonics did a dandy job of smoothing things out for me.  

Working on a roadmap

I have a long list of things that I wanted to do or have and are no longer possible: a satisfying relationship with my mother, more children, a walking trip across england, a golden anniversary -- but I am having trouble making a list of things I want to do in the future.