Thursday, May 21, 2015

Tuesday's Adventure



"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope."   ... Romans 15:13


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Tuesday was fun. Memorable.

Right after I finished mowing the lawn (not the fun part--my back was hurting), Sally stepped from her house and I called over that the strawberry plants I'd promised her were ready. She crossed the street and after I gave her the guided tour of my flower beds, we carried the plants back to her house where we toured her yard.

In our nearly 4 years at Hobbit Cottage I'd never seen the backyard of that large old grey house. There's a cool deck back there, perfect for potted plants (such sun it gets!) and a small plot of dirt where Sally, her daughter and grand-daughter hope to create a vegetable garden. They have an old stone walkway, also.

Then Sally asked if I'd like to see inside the house and hopefully I let her finish asking before exclaiming, yes! (You know what a snoop lover of houses I am.) The Price is Right was showing as we walked through the large living room which screamed homey-and-oh-so-comfortable the way mine never looks because I'm too insecure and a neat freak.

Sally showed me everything, even the way, years-ago, a 'remuddler' ran a sheet of wainscoting (which she pulled away for me) in front of original built-in drawers. Frankly, the whole place is a 'remuddle', but Sally rents this house so undoing all that's wrong is not her headache.

The kitchen was tiny and dark, but Sally pulled a meat pie from the oven for her lunch so everything smelled yummy. We climbed the tucked-away staircase and I noticed two of the four bedrooms upstairs didn't have doors. Sally's room is cozy (and dark except for late afternoons) and her new birthday tv sat on her dresser near the bathroom with a classic clawfoot tub, but there's no plumbing hooked up to anything. The big linen closet in the hall, (I told her I'm jealous), had no door, either. 

It's as though a former owner began undoing everything at once, then stopped. Oh dear.

But I loved Sally's tour. Her home felt so comfortable that I nearly stepped out the front (red) door without slipping my shoes back on. We chatted some more outside then said good-bye after I ran back across to my house for a pot of oregano for her.

Later I sat in our Prayer Garden and--in my mind--finished all the work needed on Sally's rooms, solved all their problems, then decorated them. That is what I do. It's like homework, honing my skills and keeping my mind from unraveling. It's like playtime, also. Some of you understand that.

Today's lesson? No matter your age or health, always believe for new adventures. Even in your own neighborhood. Even on a regular ol' Tuesday.






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“Oh the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won..."   --- Dr. Seuss


At a moving sale on Saturday, Tom and I walked down stairs (and back in Time) to yet another 1950's rumpus room, complete with brown and white checkered floor tiles, a soda bar, a kitchen and orange and brown couches. Easily could I see Tobey Heydon, Brose Gilman and their friends dancing near the old turntable. 

Oh, how I enjoy living in an area where hundreds of such rooms still exist museum-like beneath houses.








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Home to Walnut Ridge

The Christmas Tin

A Quest for More

Abound in Love

A Life Restored

Margaret's Ark






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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

What I Miss From My Past



"Say not, “Why were the former days better than these?” For it is not from wisdom that you ask this."   ... Ecclesiastes 7:10


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My friend, Ann, shared this page of 1970's clothes over at Facebook:


 

Oh wow. I went to high school in clothes like those and, well,:

I don't miss high school.
I don't miss the 1970's.
I don't miss the people I knew back then (except sometimes my grandparents).
I don't miss being a teenager or a young wife and mother of a baby.
I don't miss the good times from my past.

But gee, I miss those 1970's clothes.  

And actually, to say (and mean) all that? That's huge for me. 

See, at 16 I wrote in my journal, "I am forever homesick," because we'd moved from a church/school full of people who helped me, for the first time, feel valued, talented and appreciated. And now our new city was pretty oh hum, status-quo except that there I found a really, truly best friend. With Tara, Life became incredibly fun.

But then we moved again and I dreadfully missed her

Yet in this new place, I told God that making friends during this senior year would probably be impossible, so instead, I would do whatever He asked me. And wow-- I had the best time, ever. Daily I walked around that town in a dream, stars of happiness dancing in my eyes.

But then-- yes. Again I moved, this time to college hundreds of miles away. Sorely I missed that tiny mountain town and again I scribbled in my journal, "I am forever homesick."

Yet summer came, I returned home and then my family moved away (yes, again). But this time my heart refused to leave. At 19 I'd had enough of moving every two years so I elected to stay and you know? Right away I met Tom and four months later we were married. Naomi soon joined us and we lived for 11 years in that land of warm, scented pine trees.

And finally, I stopped missing people and places. How wonderful to experience Life in the Present without craning my neck painfully backward toward the Past.

Eventually, here in New York, God did a final work. He took me apart and put me together again His way and--in His economy--He comes first (not people) and there is great contentment with fullness of joy.

Now I can live anywhere that He leads me. As long as I still have Him, I know everything will be all right.

Well, Him and the memories of those oh-so-cool 1970's clothes.  :)











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"But Lot's wife, behind him, looked back, and she became a pillar of salt."   ... Genesis 19:26

God couldn't really use me those years when I looked back and concentrated upon what I'd lost. Perhaps He saw my usefulness as a sad ol' pillar of salt during those times, who knows?


"You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence ..."...Psalm 16:11






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Monday, May 18, 2015

Some Monday Fun


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It's funny.

I was in the mood to add a couple books to an Amazon order which Tom made for himself in my account. (Long story.)

Of course, I've got over 800 mostly-free books on my Kindle Cloud Reader (via my computer and Amazon) and I should read those, first. But here's the 'problem': this laptop of mine is not the kind you just fiddly-dee pick up and take out to your Prayer Garden. Uh, no. It has, like, 20 cables attached to it, one of which is our house phone, aka Magic Jack, not to mention it's kinda big and I don't believe in putting computers on my lap because of radiation I'm certain is just spewing out of them. Er hem.

And yes, I could just read from it here in our office, but this room is dark-ish and cluttered and dull and I already spend half my life here. I'd like to get out awhile.

Or course, I should just get one of those tiny Kindle readers, but I'm waiting till one's invented that even a 2-year-old can set up and costs about $49 because I'm a cheapskate even though we have enough money. Tom and I did see a museum piece of a Kindle at a yard sale last week for just $20, but that thing screamed dinosaur--and--it didn't come with an instruction manual. So no way.

None of that is the funny part. I'm getting there.

I finally asked myself this morning, "You're not in the mood for books about farming (heaven forbid. I should really give away the we-bought-a-farm books I do own) or 1950's teen-agers (have tons) or cat mysteries or how to be a kinder/wiser/cooler person. Just what type of a book would you like to order?" 

I thought a second: "I want a book about finding adventure in the suburbs. About some vintage-loving, out-of-shape soul happily puttering in her home and yard, making things better inch by inch, doing the best she can with what she's been given."

Then I laughed, "Oh! You mean a book just like your own blog?"

Ha! Yes, I was in the mood for a book whose author lives and writes as I do, which probably sounds conceited but isn't. I'm tired of rereading my own stuff and would much prefer finding someone else with new ideas who will stretch and inspire me and make my little Hobbit Cottage world, better. Everyday I try to read or listen to something that will challenge me so that I'll never become apathetic.

And well, I'm not sure how to end this, but after all this, I puttered outside in my herb garden and this came to me:

Write what you know.
Do what you can.
Share what you've learned.
Give what you have.

Please don't wait for some by-and-by day when you have something huge and perfect to make the world better. No, today, quite likely, someone is waiting, needing, what only you've been tagged to give them. As only you can.

In some instances, tomorrow could be too late.






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Of course, if you know of a book which reads much like my blog, I'd love for you to share its title with me!


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Here's a bit of fun for you. I've known my friend, Ginger, since Tom and I were first married (whole eons ago!), and well, over at Facebook she shared a cute photo of her and Henry Winkler, the one and only Fonzie from Happy Days:





And more recently, here she is with the Christian singer, Carman, at one of his concerts:






My, my, my... They both look terrific! (This coming from someone who's younger, yet looks like she could be their mother.)  :)



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In case you've still not heard, you can download a free Kindle Cloud Reader to your computer. Go here. (At least, I think that's the right link. You may need to wander around a bit to find the correct one.)