27 November 2009
26 November 2009
these are things that we face every day.....they come unbidden....... unwelcome....... unwanted.......
How are we to deal with these things? What are we to do?
Analyze? Synthesize? Anesthetize? Sympathize?
The large things are obvious.......salvation, husband, children, home, food, family......
....the small ones, not so much....
.....remembering the sound of that letter........pronouncing that word correctly.......ability to bend a finger that might have to remain crooked.......the loan of an exercise ball for therapy......children who love each other....grandparents who go out of their way to help...
stopping. noticing. writing it down.
I'd like to say it was my idea. I'd even like to say that when it was introduced to me, I jumped right on it and said, "what a great idea". But no. I think that when you are dealing with the "hard things" so often, it becomes sorta like looking into a microscope. You see things that others can't see....but you have to see them and deal with them......you forget that if you step back from that microscope you can see the whole object in a different perspective.
16 November 2009
Okay.....so, in my distracted and nearly-middle-aged mind , I have decided that all of the fragments that swirl in my head all have one thing in common.
They are new interests.
They are things I want to learn.
Recently, I was browsing around on Facebook (forgot to mention that one) to see what my grown kids are up to.....
umm, I do talk to them on the phone,
but I can't see photos of their vacations on the phone....
anyway, one gal who is a very young twenty-something was making a Bucket List.
I don't think she needs to worry about that now, but there are some things that we think about doing, and then, oh, a couple of decades or more fly by and we've never given them another thought........
I don't have much time to create things with my hands. I read and read and read.....but usually to find information that I need and I rarely have time for my mind to just... think...and meditate on what is important in this life.
I think that we all have the ability and yes, even the need, to create things. To fashion something that wasn't there before. Something that brings beauty to our lives and others.Something that meets a need. Something that makes us appreciate that someone had to slow down and put forth an effort. Something that took thought and maybe a bit of planning.
So, here are a few things that are on my list of Things I Want to Learn.
I'd like to learn how to upholster furniture.
I'd like to finish the research on my house and make a glossy photo book about it.
I'd like to do the same on various branches and people in the family.
I'd like to learn how to make books and journals out of various things and for various purposes.
I'd like to learn how to get my music onto paper so that I can share it.
I'd like to learn how to play the cello.
I'd like to learn how to lay tile.
I'd like to learn how to hook rugs.
I'd like to learn how to write a blog.
11 November 2009
10 November 2009
The last few weeks have been very hectic in my household.
I mentioned earlier that my children were participating in co-ops this year and that this was really something we had not been able to do much of over the years.
All of this running around is beginning to tell on me.
I'm feeling it and I'm not liking it.
I did find the energy to make a list of all the cleaning duties that need to be accomplished to get things back in order.
But, I'm afraid that is as far as I've gotten.
I know all about the wonderful websites that will organize your life in 15 minutes a day, but I am not wired that way.
I have to go all out and get it all done or it will nag at me.
I'm not talking about entering the dark recesses of the closets in this house,
I'd just like the clutter to be out of sight and I don't have the stamina to look at it much longer.
It is another known fact that clutter is simply "visual noise". I don't tolerate noise well these days and everything in my line of vision is
It must be stopped! I suspect that much of the fatigue I'm feeling is the actual drain of seeing so much to do and trying to muster the energy to attack it.
Talking about what needs done is not always helpful, but writing about it in a public forum just might do the trick.
I seem to work better under pressure.
If you'd like to come over for coffee,
I am sure that I'd find the energy to clean it up in a heartbeat.......
but I'd still be exhausted and pay for it with aches and pains later.
I know that I have to come to terms with this "stage" of life.....
I'm in my forties......
I haven't been the young mom in the group for a while.......
I know that I may have more wisdom now than when I was younger, but I can't always remember exactly what it is and I definitely don't want gray hair to prove it.
I know that like every other stage of life, there are survival techniques that must be implemented.... and for now, I have to work out a better arrangement for staying on top of things if we are to be running hither and yon all the time.
I know that you have to grow your own "good faeries" who will help you keep things in order and training them young is of vital importance. When my good faeries grow up and leave I will be in big trouble!
Along with age comes health issues. We can't ignore them. We can't wish them away. We have to learn to work with them and try not to be bitter about what they take from us, like our feeling of youth. But such are common to Man.
So we have to push on.
Thankfully, the activities for this semester are winding down. I am glad. Because we all know what is
lurking coming up around the corner.....Thanksgiving and Christmas!
I think it is time for Home Ec.....where are those dusting rags??
09 November 2009
06 November 2009
From the time I left the house yesterday, until the time I came home in the evening, I only had a chance to stop in for ten minutes. The day was filled with various co-op classes and the weekly library visit with a grocery store stop and medical appointment thrown in.
Before I left for the day, I watched Fox and Friends who were doing their morning news show live from the deck of the USS New York.
This brand new Navy ship was constructed with over 7 tons of steel from the ruins of the Trade Center Towers in New York.
It was stirring to watch the footage of the Marines and Sailors on board the vessel raising the colors just as they do every morning
and to hear the stories of how the ship was
made in New Orleans, Louisiana.
I lived in northwest Louisiana for twelve years and remember seeing updates on the ship's progress from time to time.
Hurricane Katrina caused obvious delays but the workers came back to finish the ship.
It is a working ship and will carry Marines to fight terrorists.
The Towers will have gone full circle.
They will be fighting back.
On the drive to the last appointment of the evening, I heard the devastating news of the shooting at Ft. Hood in Texas.
As an Army mom, my heart was stricken.
Since details were very few, all I could do was speculate on the cause.
My evening ended with few details to answer all of the questions in my mind.
My heart was grieved for the families involved. My heart which was earlier stirred by patriotism was now subdued.
Today, I watched as the military officials sorted out the facts for us.
The shooter was not dead.
He is on life support.
He was a psychiatrist previously working with hurting soldiers at Walter Reed Medical Center. He was recently transferred to this new post.
He had never been deployed and did not want to be deployed now.
Other stories said he was giving away possessions. In the midst of hearing these disturbing bits of news, other stories were told.
It was graduation at the Army Post.
Medic Officers ran to offer assistance still dressed in caps and gowns when they heard the gunshots. A Private loaded wounded soldiers into his pick-up truck and took them to the emergency room.
Others provided first-aid even though they were wounded themselves.
My heart began to fill with the unmistakable sense of patriotism.
Of being proud to be a citizen of a country where men and women daily make willing sacrifices in service to their country and to their fellow man.
I witnessed a Moment of Silence for the fallen and their families.
I saw the flag at half-mast.
It was a striking contrast to the raising of the flag on the USS New York yesterday.
In the midst of each of our opinions as to how our country should address the War on Terror,
gratitude for the members of our Armed Forces, prayers for them and for their families,
and thankfulness to God that
He is ultimately in control of every aspect in our lives and in the life of our great nation.
photos: American flag at Ft. Campbell, KY (c) debbie richardson
03 November 2009
Today, my eleven year old,
is going to the moon.
Actually, he is going with about 20 of his fellow homeschoolers in our Co-op to the
The Challenger Centers were developed after the tragedy of the Challenger Space Shuttle which carried, along with the astronauts, the first teacher in space, Christa McAuliffe.
It has a flight simulator and hosts many school kids to learn about science and experience space missions first-hand. http://www.challenger.org/
They have been working very hard for the past six weeks or so to get ready for this trip.
Every Thursday evening, they have been building rockets, rocket-propelled cars, doing experiments and even building a habitat out of plastic sheeting and a box fan.
They have been divided into groups, both large and small, and the night they made the "house" out of plastic, they worked together as one large group and were not allowed to speak for an entire hour.
That's right, no talking for a whole sixty minutes. They did it.....well, the house had a few leaks and technically, they would have died for lack of oxygen, but now they know what to do.
I believe the objective for this mission is to build a permanent station on the moon for habitation.
Maybe we can take a family vacation there some day??
I have, at different times in my homeschooling career,
wanted to be part of a homeschool co-op.
For one reason or another, it has not worked out.
There were either time conflicts, or age conflicts, or a waiting list and we never seemed to get in.
Now, in our 18th year of homeschooling and after moving 800 miles "back home",
my youngest three kids have the opportunity to participate in a co-op.
Everything has it's time, as the Bible says.....so this year, they are learning to play hand bells and band instruments.....
and one is going to the moon!
I will let you know how it turns out and
if you will be able to make vacation plans
to the moon in the future.