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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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Stuck in the 60s Tonight

I got stuck in the 60s tonight. I watched one of my favorites: The Newlywed Game. All of them. On YouTube. I admired the bride’s hair: the big beehive ‘do. The mascara and eye shadow. The California lifestyle.

Do you remember that game? We would play it by the hour. You’d draw a chart, naming your choices of places to live, boys’ names (to marry), a car to drive and a career. I cannot remember the counting formula, perhaps one of my readers can. Anyway, count away and you’d find your destiny.

I think I always had choices of California, Florida, or … I don’t remember having any other! Maybe I chose Hawaii. But certainly not my home town.

I’m not sure of his profession, but it was the man’s profession, for sure.

I do not remember the rest. I’m sure a color and a car were significant.

I will always remember how I thought the best place in the world had to be California. I was definitely a California girl. In my dreams.

I’m 61. My dreams have changed. Oh sure, I have visited California. A Californian friend even stated that there is no other place in the world to live! But I do admit, i love my small village I returned to, I love my farm and I love (even more) my farmer, who makes life worthwhile and every day a priceless treasure! (Thank you, Ross).

Still, there is a little girl…and her little girl dreams….


Man vs. Nature

I’m so tired of news. Man vs. Nature. What do they expect? Seriously! We mess with the land, we try to tame nature. There is no taming her. She will take over whenever man tries to control her too much. When will we learn to respect her? Leave the Everglades alone, respond to the cities and leave if you need to!

Leave her for a few moments, she will take over her world. This is her world. It’s not nice to try to fool Mother Natire, after all.


Setting Pace with Nature

A friend pointed out to me an article in The Conservationist, a circular that encompasses New York State wildlife.  An Emerson fan, she thought of me when the author of an article spoke of Emerson.  Naturally drawn to Emerson, I looked up the article, Chomping at Nature’s Bit by Eli Knapp.  There it was.  “Adapt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.”  

I can agree with this concept.  Nature is very patient.  She wait for us to mess up, then she calmly takes over.  Paved roads break up while she takes over.  Brush grows up in fields that the farmer has kept plowed, our neglect becomes her tapestry.

I have forbidden the groundhog hunt here on our civilized patch.  Build more garden, share it, I say (I’m not the one building the garden, easy for me to say).  Then again, if you need to remove them, do not ever let me know.  I cannot bear the thought.  I’m definitely a human heart here, while they live on instinct, and the reality of the world is that, if we want to keep our crops for harvest, we need to limit their “help” in harvesting!

Back to the subject at hand, Emerson and Nature.  I encourage you to read his essay.  Absorb it.  Be patient with it.

In patience, I seek a word from this essay to inspire you, my readers, to seek.  Difficult at the least, I send you this:  Nature is loved by what is best in us.  It is loved as the city of God.  I dare not say more, at least, not now.  Emerson is difficult in that we cannot take mere quotes and have them realized in and of themselves, they must be coupled with the rest of the essay.  The one thing I have learned from Emerson can bring my defeat as his follower:  Lay this volume down.   You had better never see my essays than to be warped by their attraction out of your own orbit and be made my satellite.  Then let me lay this volume down, and step outdoors where my dog absorbs nature, she is my lesson.  As are the birds, the groundhog, and the breeze which blows against my face.

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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)


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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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