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Timing Can Be Everything

“To every time, there is a season…and a time…” (Ecclesiastes 3)

While I wait for my hard boiled eggs, I contemplate the timer.  Honestly, I have it set to go off every 2 minutes until it starts boiling.  Why, you ask?  Why don’t you just wait for the boil?  Have you ever sat and waited for a pot to boil?  Not the easy thing to do, in this day of instant answers.

So, why do I do it?  Because I have forgotten.  I have boiled things dry.  I have ruined my Welsh pot by letting it boil dry (so sad).   I have walked out the door and left the electric coffee pot on, because the green light (that states “ready”) has burned out.  It still perks great coffee, but I came home yesterday to find that it hadn’t been unplugged.  Hey, no little green light, everyone thinks it’s off.

I use cast iron cookware.  The first “teflon” created, I love using this stuff!  But it needs care.  I set it on the stove, freshly washed, and turn on the burner to dry it (or it will rust).  Hoo boy!  Here we go again.  I walked away for about an hour and did not remember it was on because I did not set the timer as a reminder.

Yes, timing can be everything.  I could go on and on.  Waking up in the middle of the night and never getting back to sleep because my timing is “off.”  A discussion with my daughter revealed that “time passes quickly.”  Wow!  You’re not kidding!  Here I am at 61 and it’s going faster and faster!

Take advantage of the hyphen — your life.  Even if you have to set the timer.  It does keep you moving, it does keep you safe.

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All the Shoes I’ve Worn Before

Not so long ago, I did an essay on FEET.  Yes.  I did.  Written on an envelope in a moment of complete creativity, and remembrance of…wait.  My feet.  I can’t remember my feet!

I haven’t much recollection of them, but here’s a stab at it.

I don’t remember much, but I do remember cotton Carter pajamas with feet in them, and the little dots to keep me from slipping.  I’m not so sure they actually worked, but I do remember with sadness my mother cutting them off because they were the first part that wore out on the pajama. (that’s me, the little one, with the pajama feet missing).

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The next instant I distinctly remember is the saddle shoe.  Oh, there were buckle shoes for church and special occasions, but your every day was the saddle shoe.

KindGradKathyThird grade I had the greatest pair of shoes, I can barely remember them, they were tan, but they collapsed midway through and we bought a cheap substitute and they hurt my feet, I do remember that.  They had ridges on the soles.  My poor choice.

More modern buckle shoes, and then in 7th grade came the chunky heel.  And a classmate had the same shoe.  I thought “hey, neat!” but she thought otherwise and dark polished hers, so as not to be on the same level as me.  I didn’t quite understand, but kids can be like that.

Between my junior and senior year of high school, I remember a pair of sandals that were very comfortable, and my boyfriend at that time told me I had bony feet.  I was a little embarrassed.  (And his feet were probably not the greatest.)  I had a bike accident though, and those sandals were destroyed (which will make a great new story at some point, the bike accident, not the sandal destruction).  We both bought water buffalo sandals.  His broke in nicely, while mine fell apart.  Mom wouldn’t pay for another pair (can you blame her?  No).

When one is criticized, they carry that criticism, no matter who else comes to bat and rescues them from that bad dream.  It took me many years to get over the bony feet comment.

In 1975 the world turned to the platform shoe.  I remember buying a pair that were extremely comfortable.  This was the day and age that we still had the old fashioned shoe store and you were waited on.  I loved these stores.  They were bright and you were always measured.  There were large store front windows, this was a day and age where the mall was still too far away from your doorstep and downtown still prosperous and active.  Anyway, I bought these great platform shoes for work.  They had ties and a nice tight fit.  My mother had a fit, “you’ll break your neck!” she exclaimed.  I took them back the next day.

The earth shoe.  They were the replacement for another pair of platforms that I’d worn all throughout work, and then I changed jobs and became the mail girl.  The earth shoes were now a replacement, based on bruised toes from walking the halls all day.  They lasted awhile, but had to be replaced eventually, and then I got a pair that were in the bruised and dented collection at the shoe outlet.  Yes, shoes were now gaining in price and as a young 20 year old, I had to watch my budget.  They were still ties, but they had a nudge on the suede, which became a tear, and they fell apart rather quickly.

Then I had a black pair of wedge shoes.  They lasted quite awhile. Days of wedge shoes and Converse sneakers, which lasted quite awhile.

I got married and wore white high heeled sandals, which went over into work, and I wore them to my job interview at St. Joseph’s College (before it became a university) at the AFROTC.  I got the job, with my hair in a cute perm and a lace collared dress, and those white sandals!

I remember wanting to wear a pair of wooden shoes with bright colored leather that had been my mother-in-law’s when she and her husband went to Cuba, in the 50’s I believe.  Just a little too big, but they were beauties!  And then I had a pair of green suede sandals that I loved.  But there was a bunch in the shoe I did not realize, and by the time I’d walked to work (3 blocks to my office), I had damaged the padding of my left foot badly, and it lingers to this day, causing me to only be able to buy any shoe that I have to practice and the slightest discomfort (which quickly turns to crippling) return, limiting me to Adidas in sneakers and now the Merrill’s for shoes.

Life goes in a fuzz and I cannot remember the shoes in between.  Let us fast forward to today, when I rely on my Merrill’s to keep my feet safe.  I fell several years ago now, and injured my right foot, wearing a pair of sandals that were supposed to be good support, but stepping on the curb in a hurry, twisted it.  Ever since then, any shoe that hasn’t the support I cannot wear.

Oh.  An autoimmune disorder exists now, too.  Suddenly I couldn’t wear shoes and was reduced to spa shoes, that stuck to my soles.  That was difficult.  Stelara to the rescue, and my feet are back “in business.”

I do have a pair of  sandals that hug my feet tight, but they are falling apart and the glue from the cobbler’s is only a temporary fix.

Anyway, I’ve come a long way from footie pajamas and saddle shoes.  And I do like my feet.  The farmer tells me they are beautiful, as he massages them.

Life is good.  Hug and kiss your children’s (and grandchildren’s) feet.  They are precious.  And tell them their feet are beautiful.  They carry us great distances, and we need to pay attention to them!

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How “it’s done!”

Leslie said, “this is how it’s done.”


No Mom! Said Jake, THIS is how it’s done!”


Now wait, says Grandma, this is how it’s REALLY done!”


(Videography by Joscelyn Studios)


A Case of Rip Van Winkle

Did anyone see 60 Minutes last night?  There was this great article regarding our smart phones and an interview with a millenial about programming our brains, needing assurance that there are people out there paying attention to us.

Here is the link. http://www.cbsnews.com/news/brain-hacking-tech-insiders-60-minutes/

I’ll say no more, let the article speak for itself!  Let me wake up from my sleep, like Rip Van Winkle, and understand our world.  Now I know why the pings from my followers are so important to me.  And to you.

 


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The Kingdom of Drawer

One wouldn’t think that the simple act of changing out a drawer could change one’s world.  But it is one step closer to the freedom of love and belonging.

Our utensils have “lived” in a pellmell world.  A large drawer with two molded plastic trays and no room for any one thing in each, ruling this little kingdom called Drawer in almost complete anarchy.  Until yesterday.  We took the drawer out and cleaned it out.  Completely.  The goal, to get rid of those things that weigh us down.  Plastic spoons from early childhood days, grapefruit knives that no longer even look like grapefruit knives, blades that fall out of old wooden handles.  Butter knives.  Many many butter knives.  Last count was eight and I kept two out (just in case), there could be more hidden in these kitchen drawers.

And, what did we do with the remains of the kingdom of Drawer?  We gave them a new look.  An old utensil mold that had no more use, except that it was enormous, went into Drawer.

I entered the Kingdom of Drawer this morning in search of a spoon for my coffee, and the peace I found inside of this little drawer kingdom was of such comfort, I felt the need to spread this good news.  Everything was right.  Everything was neat and tidy, and all knew their place.  They are happy.

Life is about being happy, even if it is only one drawer at a time.  Keep your pace, find your peace, even if it is only one drawer at a time.  The rest will come.


Awaiting Spring

It’s been a quiet winter, writing, that is.  My life has been full of family, paint, and work.  Those things are not bad, they are things that keep me busy, keep me from thinking deep within.  Which is fine, we all need a break from ourselves, don’t we?

Those that do follow me, you’ve seen us painting.  The painting continues because we are interrupted by life happening!  My goal is the end of this month!  Then little things can be accomplished, but the massive undertaking will be done and I can live my life again, in rooms that need to be experienced by me. I see the sun shining in my large living room, and it needs me to enjoy it! (weekend project–the dining room!)

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I spent an exciting evening watching my son, the principal, do a “shoot out” with the competitor school principal between basketball games (yes, it was basketballs!).

Oh what fun!  My family brings me great joy.

I babysat last weekend and the little ones were so absolutely adorable!  Little Miss thought she would really “be really bored” while the old folks watched 1963 (I believe) “Great Race” with Tony Curtis, Jack Lemmon and Natalie Wood.  Surprise!  She couldn’t wait to see what Professor Fate would do next!  And, one of the highlights of our weekend was the trip to McDonald’s.  It is, after all, “our kind of place.”

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Little Boy loves his boots from Grandma and Ross

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So, as you can see, it’s been a very busy winter.  It’s March 11th, and for the second weekend in a row, we are experiencing the brutal temperatures of winter!  I sure do look forward to spring.  I hope my British Soldiers can hang in there!

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This Old House

More wallpaper to tell us stories. This was hidden above the windows!


Preparing our way into our tomorrows, and revealing a past. Walls with stories.