This closed,shuttered, abandoned church,
Thursday, December 30, 2010
This closed,shuttered, abandoned church,
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
(Tangerine Tree, Christmas 2010)
This time between Christmas and New Year’s Day
can be a head spinning time
of planning and resolving.
I even applied this planning to
this year I
(New Year’s 2009)
(New Year’s 2010)
I am changing it
to something a little
(as we say in the world
of student state testing).
to stay alert
to be grateful.
I want to be alert to
the feelings of others,
the next right thing…
So often in my life
the next right thing
involves a sink full
watering my plants,
or folding a load of clothes.
It is rarely glamorous
or involves world acclaim.
It is inevitably in those times
when I don’t feel like washing the dishes,
or folding clothes.
Therein lies the test of my character:
to do it
I also yearn to kick my gratitude level up a notch,
for simple things, and for life’s simple pleasures.
Our tangerine tree is full.
The pecans from our pecan tree have been collected.
We traveled safely during the Christmas weekend.
My grandsons gave me hugs so tight
I can still feel them.
I have a new favorite candle.
I am making chili tonight.
I am going to use up items in my freezer and pantry as best I can.
I am looking for inspiration for my house.
I want to write interesting posts that are meaningful .
I shall be alert and grateful during this in between time.
How about you?
Friday, December 24, 2010
while wondering whether the pecan pies were
ready to take out of my cranky,
(which I think has hot flashes),
I need to call my oldest daughter.
She is the expert on pecan pies.
And then that made me smile.
Have the roles so reversed,
at this time of life,
that one day
I will wake up on Christmas
wondering if Santa has been there?
I hope so
The best is yet to come.
You have been such a blessing.
Keep a tight rein and have a wonderful Christmas,
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
to wrap the gifts-
no second guessing allowed...
no should have, could have.
It’s time, as my husband says,
to shut it down.
It’s time to
to remember the words of my mother,
when she really wanted my attention.
Me: Yes m’am?
It’s time to share
a Christmas message
just for you.
Everything is going to be OK.
I am linking to White Wednesday.
Monday, December 20, 2010
(Christmas in a small high school gym in South Texas)
Some of my best thinking happens in the car
and this afternoon,
headed to my nephew’s basketball game,
was no different.
There’s a soundtrack to all of this
that causes one thought to lead to another.
Today it was Kirk Franklin’s gospel version
of September by Earth , Wind, and Fire.
This is Christmas too ,
in all of its glory and
normal daily living.
Today I thought of you too.
As I stood in the gym before
hand over my heart,
facing the American flag hanging on the gym wall,
I thought so many of you with
my kind of quirky thinking
would love this too.
When a recorded version of the
Star Spangled Banner
started to boom through the gym speakers,
sung by Carrie Underwood,
my grin was as big as it could get.
Then I remembered what our Bishop said
in his sermon this past Sunday.
Quoting a line from C.S. Lewis he said,
“God closes in.”
Everyone who blogs knows all about The Pioneer Woman, and you probably have her cookbook, as I do.
In fact my daughter, who lives in Dallas, went to her book signing on my behalf last year, but
the line was too long.
I bought copies for all three of my daughters and two of my dear friends, Mary Jo and Anna.
One of my favorite recipes is Pioneer Woman’s
Flat Apple Pie.
It is rustic and earthy and approachable and delicious,
and in my family
looks like a single serving.
There I said it.
So make two.
You’ll be glad you did.
Who decided what a serving was anyway?
Saturday, December 18, 2010
(mercury glass acorns from Laurie Anna’s)
I have wanted to do this for
very long time,
and the week before Christmas is the perfect time.
As you ponder life’s blessings and challenges,
as Christmas approaches and 2010
is coming to a close,
please treat yourself to
a special gift.
If you haven’t already done so, and most of you have,
This wonderful lady needs absolutely
She has a level of credibility and wisdom
and success in the world of junking and blogging
that is well known by many.
That is not what I want to say, however.
That has been said before.
This is not a feature.
This is my truth and a gift to all of you who
may not know her.
the selfless one,
the humble one,
the motherly one,
the grandmotherly one,
the wild one ,
the laughing one,
the crying one,
the spiritual one,
the funny one,
one of the best writers
in blog land.
I love a funky turn of phrase
Debbie can turn a word on a dime and make you go back to re-read,
all while laughing and spitting and crying all over your laptop simultaneously.
Better than that,
she takes you
and all of a sudden
jammed into a car with your girlfriends,
making a drag through the parking lot of Dairy Queen,
hoping you run into you know who,
whoever he was.
You’re at the VFW in a small Texas town,
and you look cute,
and you have
time on your side.
I’m writing an
in the margin
of this wonderful paper
“How to Live Life”
that you have written.
Decided to go Christmas shopping to make up for lost time .
Realized I needed to have yesterday’s hair highlights repaired.
Should have realized when the hairdresser said ‘CHUNKY’
that was NOT a good sign.
(Never been a fan of the word chunky
under any circumstances.)
Left for hairdresser.
Left hair salon with different colors of chunky highlights.
Realized I had been calling games for my grandsons DSI instead of DS.
Told salesperson it was an honest mistake, after all there are a million
CSI shows on television.
Realized he was staring at my highlights.
Whatever. Join the club.
Decided to really push the envelope.
Went to WalMart.
Became distracted by the number of people in WalMart
and their intensity and confidence.
Left empty handed.
Went to JC Penney’s to look for little boys pajamas.
Stared at pajamas wondering what size to get.
Got them both the same size because the legs looked tight.
Realized I have become my sweet grandmother Mamaw,
whose Christmas gifts were always the wrong size.
Now I understand why.
Went to Ross .
Felt excited because, after shopping for an hour, my basket was full,
and I was marking things off my list.
Turned the corner at the back of the store and wondered why everyone
was facing the same direction with their baskets.
Realized it was the checkout LINE.
Tomorrow’s a new day.
Planning strategy to outsmart other Ross shoppers.
Just realized what the strategy is…
STAY IN LINE.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
If I had a trapped audience tomorrow morning at the high school in room 136,
I would teach (I call it tap dancing)
a lesson on one of Robert Frost’s
most famous poems,
Nothing Gold Can Stay.
I would begin by saying I don’t completely agree.
This afternoon I looked at some of the gold Christmas decorations I have collected
over the years.
The three wise men belonged to my mother.
They are at least 40 years old.
This tree is worn and has lost some of its luster,
as has the angel below.
That makes them even more endearing to me.
I have had these things for at least 20 years.
I hope everyone is having a simple Christmas season.
I didn’t plan it that way, but that is what
made it simple.
I didn’t plan.
It’s right around the corner, and instead of feeling stressed,
I feel excited.
Keep a tight rein.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.