Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
well, welcome to the bird debacle of 2008! of course, it's only been one night so far, but last night as we were about to drift off to sleep, around 11:15pm, a cheerful song bird began his morning salutations. 6 or 7 hours early. incessantly. this poor deranged/confused bird sang it's heart out, all by itself in the dark. we began to wonder what had caused it: was it a pet, escaped & confused? or perhaps a little bird run away from a children's book, marching to the beat of it's own drummer? curtis suggested that perhaps it was wandering the forest, asking everything, "are you my mother?" but i must confess, after my indignation at curtis' treatment of the frog last summer, that my last conscious thought last night was that i hoped an owl would hear the bird and swoop down to eat it so i could go to sleep. i'm not proud, i'm just saying...
Thursday, March 27, 2008
three sleeps til the beach! hooray!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
and last night 'mr & mrs smith' was on tv. we had the dvd, but have misplaced it (lent it?), so i put up with the commercials and enjoyed every second of it. from the moment in the opening scene where john (brad pitt) confesses sometimes he wants to kill his wife (my angie jolie), to the unravelling of their secret, to vince vaughn shouting, "i almost killed you right there, ma, you have no idea!" and the quiet rage in john's "biiitcch" at finding his stash gone, and one of my favorite lines of all time - "i can't believe i brought my real parents to our wedding." i love that movie. every scene is a delight, and i laughed out loud many times. (you all know i am a big fan of angie, but i'm really not a fan of brad, lest you think i only enjoy it because of a "cute" boy).
and also, deer in my yard in the morning. there were three this morning, munching happily away at whatever is under the dead leaves back there. gorgeous.
Monday, March 24, 2008
11 writing utensils, a nail file, cell phone charger, 2 nail clippers, 2 safety pins (one large, one small), 2 nail polishes, a handdrawn birthday card for meg, 2 random ointments, 11 ponytails elastics, a pencil sharpener, an eraser, 4 guitar pics, 1 barette, and one unglued pencil topper (optimistically awaiting repair). zero fruits.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
there's this time in the new testament when Jesus looks at all the outward acts of sacrifice and "doing the right thing" of the very religious people and he says, "go learn what this means - i want you to show mercy, not offer sacrifices". the do's and don'ts of lent, while not without merit, did not lead me into deeper engagement with God - they lead me to lots of free time where my choices didn't necessarily match up to my spoken desires. and actions speak louder than words, right? this may not seem like a big deal to you, but it's a big deal to me. i very easily get caught up in thinking my sacrifices are making God happy and giving me the inside track, as it were. it's indicting to realize how proud i must seem to Him, parading my small sacrifices around like golden calves. humbling. in the words of david, "i have wandered away like a lost sheep; come and find me." (ps119:176)
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
on saturday afternoon it began to rain, and rained well into the evening. once the thunder died down, i threw on an over sized men's raincoat and went for a short walk in it. the clouds made it darker than the hour justified, and many homes i walked past had their lights on and windows unshuttered. not a lot was going on late saturday afternoon, but i walked past one house on the street that made me smile. there weren't a lot of cars in front, maybe only 2, and what drew my attention was as soon as it came into view the kitchen lights turned off, tho there were 5 or 6 people in it. then they came back on again. as i got closer, i saw the tips of two flickering candles, just barely reaching over the window sill to my eyes. i noticed the people, a young couple and 3 older people - parents and grandparents - gathered around a small kitchen nook, smiles wide and arms wrapped around one another, all gazing into the corner, where a very small head of indeterminate gender bobbed alongside the candles. the light in the kitchen that spilled onto their driveway was yellow and warm, and for a moment the chilly rain was forgotten as the joy in that room made it past the window and warmed me. i can only hope that when my windows offer a glimpse into my home & life that they reveal love & joy, too.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
now this morning, her new doll, 'daniella', came to breakfast. apparently, she had a rough night. meg told me she (daniella) woke up with a fever and had to come sleep in meg's bed. then she shared her waffles with d. and when it came time to leave for school, brought her down with a tiny book and asked if she (daniella) could spend the day with me, so she wouldn't be lonely upstairs. of course, i said yes. so daniella is sitting on a chair in the living room, "reading". i overheard meg tell her that she could ask me if there were any hard words in her book, but then meg turned to me and said, 'but she's a very good reader, so you shouldn't have a problem'. all this with dead faced seriousness.
it's been a long time since meg's imagination so consumed her, i love it! i remember being young and thinking my stuffed animals had feelings... so i will take good care of daniella today. maybe i'll make her a sandwich to have with me at lunch time...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
**update** my best vocab level before i went to bed was 49 ... and i got over 9000 rice grains...
Saturday, March 08, 2008
this wind would definitely send pooh & piglet flying! my goodness!
i had forgotten, (though i believe i mentioned it last year as well), how much spring looks like fall here. the hardwood trees, which leaf out in emerald buds, are slower to wake than the ornamental and flowering trees, and so spring comes in reds and yellows and white - the white trees looking laden with snow, not blossoms - the indoctrination of my albertan childhood. amid the towering, bare hardwood trees, the small red or yellow buds make everything look like we are in october or november, not march. i keep waiting for the flush of green - i need to consciously remind myself that the fall array is spring here, unlike my youth, where no tree flowered (though all were a startling green after so many months of winter.)
and speaking of towering trees, the pines that sway 3 or 4 stories tall, bent by this fearsome wind, cause some minor "eep!" as we watch them leeaaaannn their way across the yard...
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
and in other news, i found a great book at the library that made me happy ("killer year" - a collection of short stories by thriller authors who had debut novels in 2007), my baby brother called me not once, but three times today (previously unheard of!) just because he loves me, my girls were happy, supper was yummy, and i had nothing to do tonight.
glory & bliss.
today is going to be a good day. it's my friend's birthday, it's the only night since last thursday that i don't have a commitment and the sun is shining. i won't lie - there are definitely things today that i wish were different, but in the broad strokes, my life is good, and i have nothing to complain about.
curtis just finished a book called 'the irresistible revolution' (which i recommend to everyone) and in it the author talks about, what he calls, "the theology of enough". as in, stop stockpiling - we have enough. you don't need it - you have enough. take that money that would replace your perfectly good whatever, and use it generously for someone who does not have. it's a simple concept, really. and here in america, a good chunk of us have not only enough, but considerably more than enough. and if you don't have financial resources, what other resources do you have that you could be generous with? time to babysit for a single mom for free? time to make dinner for someone in need? an old couch for an international student? old cell phone to give to a women's' shelter? a wise woman (that'd be you, mom) once told me a sign of a healthy, whole life is that it becomes a resource to other people, and that's some of what this theology of enough is talking about, i think. going beyond the consumer driven mindset of accumulating for myself, and beginning to think about the person next door or across the ocean who needs the active generosity of someone who has 'enough'. just something to think about.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
girls on bikes after school, both outgrown the small metal frames with winter, hunched over madly pedaling, brown hair flying, bug-eating grins
front porch sitting in late afternoon light filtered through the budding trees
dog walking and laughing with jaya, for miles and miles, in sunshine and warm wind - the kind that blows life into you rather than out of you
windows open fresh air bird songs cats in sunny patches on the floor
driving with the windows down and music up