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Light Words February 27, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 4:25 pm

But it is the way of my people to use light words at such times and say less than we mean.  We fear to say too much.  It robs us of the right words when a jest is out of place. (from The Return of the King by J R R Tolkien)

I love this quote because I identify with it. I’m always thinking of jokes a inappropriate times and getting the giggles in situations that are serious. I think a lot of people are like that. When things get to deep, we reach for humor because it is buoyant; it allows us to float upwards a little.

 

Lest I go hungry February 26, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 4:26 pm

Nobody feeds me. I have to get my own living. I live by my wits. I have to be sharp and clever, lest I go hungry. I have to think things out, catch what I can, take what comes. (from Charlotte’s Web by E B White)

 

 

Give and give

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 9:54 am

“But Elmer,” said an elephant, “you gave your colors to the rainbow. How can you still have them?”

Elmer chuckled, “Some things you can give and give and not lose any. Things like happiness or love or my colors.” (from Elmer and the Rainbow by David McKee)

 

Laundry February 24, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 11:28 pm

I love sitting among the heaps of warm, soft, clean-smelling clothes.

My mom folds. I try to match the socks, imagining them in Heaven:

Cries of surprise, then celebration! Joyful reunions!

(from Tap Dancing on the Roof: Sijo Poems by Linda Sue Park)

I am posting this quote in my ongoing effort to make laundry a more enjoyable task. I feel, though, that I should be completely honest with you about my laundry so here are a few confessions:

1. I almost never match up all of the socks. I start matching them up, get frustrated and then throw them all in the sock drawers, telling myself it was enough that I got them separated by who wears them. Maybe tomorrow I will try imagining them in Heaven so happy to be reunited.

2. I routinely leave a load of laundry in the washing machine long enough for it to smell less than fresh and therefore warrant another washing. By routinely, I mean probably once a week.

3. Even more routinely than the above, I leave a load of laundry in the dryer to wrinkle so that I have to “fluff” it later. The only thing that makes me remove a load from the dryer, if I’m being completely honest, is the need to put another load in.

4. Removing a load from the dryer does not mean it is immediately getting folded.

5. Folding a load does not mean it is immediately being put away.

6. I like laundry the least when I have put it off long enough that there are piles of it in various stages. When it gets to this point, I will hang up wrinkled clothes just to get them out of piles. When we need to wear them, they will be tossed in the dryer to fluff. I never iron anything except sewing projects and curtains.

7. I love laundry the most when Benjamin “helps” me. It takes forever but it is the cutest thing ever. He will pile clothes into a little basket and drag it to his room. He will “fold” clothes with the little flip-and-fold while I actually fold clothes with the big one. I will hand him wet garments from the washer one at a time and he will throw each one into the dryer, close the door, applaud, and then say, “Mama, open, peez. More laundee, peez.”

Laundry offers a lot of life lessons if you want to look for them. You always have a choice with laundry: to do it or not to do it, to do it all the way or to do it half-hazardly. It’s the same with most activities in life–exercise, for example. But I’ve aired enough of my dirty laundry here tonight (no! I take it back–it’s a bad joke. Pretend I didn’t type that!) so I won’t start on exercise confessions.

 

Sleeping on it February 23, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 10:26 pm

Sleeping on a dragon’s hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself. (from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis)

 

Breakfast February 22, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 10:25 pm

For this meal, people like what they like, the same every morning.

Toast and coffee. Bagel and juice. Cornflakes and milk in a white bowl.

Or—warm, soft, and delicious—a few extra minutes in bed.

(from Tap Dancing on the Roof: Sijo Poems by Linda Sue Park)

 

It’s all good

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 11:13 am

No matter what you step in, keep walking along and singing your song….because it’s all good. (from Pete the Cat: I Love My White Shoes by Eric Litwin)

Benjamin got this wonderful book for his birthday from Aunt Connie. If you love picture books, you will love this one. And here’s an extra special treat, the author performing the story for some children:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUubMSfIs-U

What a fun story and what a great reminder for the times we really step in it!

 

Any Direction February 20, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 10:51 pm

You can steer yourself any direction you choose. (from Oh, the Places You’ll Go by Dr. Suess)

Today I drove my car for the first time in . . . well, I don’t rightly remember when. The last time I drove it was about a week before it was buried by an un-neighborly neighbor. But our mini-spring last week and a little elbow grease got my car unstuck and so away I went! Just to church and back, but was it ever nice to be able to go where I wanted, when I wanted to go there. No waiting in the cold for the T, no walking over treacherously icy sidewalks. I’ve discovered these past several weeks that I can surely make do without a vehicle, but I’m pretty glad to have it also. I think a trip down the street to the grocery store is in order this week!

 

On the Move February 19, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 6:18 pm

They say Aslan is on the move–perhaps has already landed. (from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C S Lewis)

This week, this frozen landscape experienced a three-day thaw. Three days with above-freezing temperatures. Lots of snow and ice melted away, landscape features have begun to re-emerge, and green grass is even visible in some places. I know it’s not spring yet. I know we’ve got a lot of winter left up here. But three days that felt like spring were uplifting indeed!

 

Must grow up February 18, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 10:59 pm

Today, a full paragraph. Enjoy.

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, “Oh, why can’t you remain like this forever!” This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end. (from Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie)

The other day I had a baby. And today he turned two years old. I don’t know what kind of trickery time is playing on me, but I swear he was only just born. Today he sat across the table from me at dinner, feeding himself rice with a fork with impressive precision and saying, “More broccolies, peez,” with his cheeks full. I was struck dumb for a few moments at the sight of him sitting there like a grown up in a grown up chair eating like the rest of us. I mean, just the other day it seems I was eating my dinner one-handed while he drank his at my bosom. (Feeding him was cheaper then.)

And then, after dinner, I made a fatal mistake. I looked back at pictures of him. And videos. And I died. If he was just born the other day, why don’t I remember him being so small? Why does it seem like he’s always been walking and talking and building lego things? I guess he really is two and it really is true what they say about how fast it all goes.

Tonight, while his banana flavored monkey cake bakes, I think I’ll console myself with a few chapters of Peter Pan. Sometimes mamas with growing up boys need the consolation of Neverland.