Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Just Thinking

All flowers in this post are from last year.
I have been AWOL from blogging for a while. Have you noticed that if you aren't blogging every week, it gets easier to just not blog? That is how it is for me right now. Also I am having that malady that Thumper was warned about in Bambi, the movie not the book. If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all.

 I am going to write about something today that is on my heart. When I was little and I would play,"When I grow up" I loved playing house. I loved cleaning and arranging and my favorite things to play with were stuffed animals and Raggedy Ann and Andy. I did have fleeting ideas of growing up and being a mother. Then when I did grow up and began this lovely part of my life as a mother. I can tell you the one thought I never had in my whole life was that I would be a mother-in-law. Not a single one! Ever!

I remember the morning when it dawned on me. I was one. There aren't too many books written on that.
I realized that I had two choices, I could be a good mother in law, like my grandmother was to my Dad. Or I could be one like Agnes Moorehead in Bewitched. I pondered that.

I am now a mother-in-law four times over. Here is the best advice I can give to those of you have not entered into this phase of your life. It isn't hard I don't think, it is just a matter of choice. Be nice.
Don't give advice until asked. Bite your tongue off if you have to. Love your new family member with your whole heart. See only the good and keep your eyes firmly shut to the things you don't. But most of all.
Love them, and love them and love them some more. Do not tell the mate the shortcomings of the other one.
Its their life, a new family. They will do things different from you. ITS OKAY!  They are learning and growing and trying new things.

When you get your feelings hurt, and you will. Go into your shower and cry your eyes out, and put on an happy face and forgive. Open your hands and don't hang on to your child that is now a man or a woman. They are grown up and they need to be treated as such, not a child any longer. Most importantly, the person God has brought into your family is a gift. They are a gift to your son or daughter and they are a gift to your family. Treat them as that, not as a enemy who has stolen your child.

I can tell you from experience now. It is so much easier for me to act like a A** That just comes natural to me. Being nice on the other hand is not. I make mistakes, and say things I shouldn't. Most of the things I stumble at are when I stop taking my own advice. Just ask Kessie and Ryan at Thanksgiving. My Mom part was in overdrive. I did and said things I shouldn't just because I was like a Momma Bear. When my girls have babies, I get pretty bossy. The one thing I have found, is my lovely family by marriage, is so forgiving and loving and understanding to me and my foibles.

Well now that I have that off my chest, I will get back to this mundane stuff I do around here. Like I have three rugs I need to get bound.

I hope your day is lovely, thank you for stopping by. I keep learning these things, and I just thought I would share them.


“She turned to the sunlight
    And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
    "Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

A Grateful Heart

I didn't wake up this morning with a grateful heart. I just wanted you to know that right from the start.
I woke up sore, tired and sort of grumpy. You see, yesterday I decided it was time for spring cleaning. So I cleaned upstairs and down stairs. Even the stairs. I mopped and straightened. I was busy yesterday from sun up to sun down. I even managed to cook dinner.

Today though, is a different story. Then I read this. "It seems to me that my "cross" is each particular occasion when I am given the chance to "die"---that is, to offer up my own will whenever it crosses Christ's"
From A Lamp For My Feet, p. 118

 I was outside this morning,  reading of course. I was watching my hens wander around the yard, enjoying the freedom they have by not being in the chicken coop. I watched the cat sleep in the rocker next to me as she would every so often set the chair to rocking slowly. I came in the door to put my things away and the golden morning light was making a warm glow to all of the rooms. I looked around at my clean and straightened house. The quiet pressing in as I listened for sounds that someone was up. Then I was filled with a grateful heart.

I thought to myself, having a grateful heart is more about choosing instead of being. I can be grumpy. I don't have to stay grumpy. I can enjoy my work and look forward to the wonderful day filled with all kinds of good things. I have this beautiful, and lovely spring day ahead of me.

I realized I have the whole day today to make it a great day.

Happy Tuesday!!


“Happiness of heart can never be measured out and bundled up, it's intangible. We keep running after it, grasping for it, and the heat of our running so seldom brings it closer. But now and then there may be a moment. We look at something and know it is good and beautiful. Those moments are happiness.”
― Gladys Taber, Harvest at Stillmeadow

Sunday, April 17, 2016

After The Weekend

Did you have a lovely weekend? I think the weekends just seem to fly by and I never seem to get even half of my to do list done. Last I checked it was 90 degrees. I thought I would go put my feet in the swimming pool.

I was expecting to have ice cubes for feet, but the water is already up to 70 degrees! The ground is really warming up.
Have you notice the fighting and stuff going on with the birds? One night I watched two mocking birds fight to what I thought was to the death. They fought out into the street and I was scared they were going to get hit by a car. Then in our back tree, a dove and a bluejay go at it all day long.

This is the tree.

See how bright the sun is today. How dark the shade. The grass is lovely to my bare feet.

They start fighting in the pine  then move over to the tree behind the porch.

It is so warm today the little pine-cones are popping like popcorn in the tree. It is such a nice little sound. I never knew pine-cones did that until we planted that tree.

I thought I would show you a picture of my pretty sweet peas. They smell so loud. I think in the morning I will cut a bunch and put them in one of my old Ball blue canning jars. One that I have that will never be used for canning.  Not in the new blue jars. It has to be the old one because the blue is a prettier color of blue. I am picky that way when it comes to flowers.  I am so glad I remembered to plant sweet peas in the fall.

Here is a rug I did manage to finish this weekend. That hit and miss border drove me crazy. It is a nice fat chicken though. I like fat chickens.

Its different I will say that.

I wish you the best of a new week. I was reading a book this weekend. One of the characters was telling the story of her life. How when she was growing up, she said, " She was cut from suck-it-up cloth." I have laughed about it all weekend. We had the same kind of childhood. I love writing like that.

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Thirty-Six Years Ago Today

Today is the day! Thirty-Six years ago today. I said yes. Not quite kicking and screaming but pretty close to it. I am so glad Ron always manages to talk me into things. My life is much happier, better and more exciting because of him. I am pretty boring I think. What I wanted to share today is our very first wedding anniversary story.

By the time we got to our first Anniversary in April 1981, we had our first little house and I was three months pregnant with our first baby.  Somewhere I got this bright idea. I wish I could remember why I got this idea but I don't.

I decided I would fix a romantic dinner for two. I would make Beef Wellington. Never mind that I didn't really know what it was but it sounded wonderful. I must have read my cook book over and over for days.
I did one thing that I finally brought it up the other day. Finally after all of these years, we can finally talk about it.

I got the bright idea to send a clown to his work. Why? All I can say was I thought it would be fun. At that time he worked for an oil company. I just shiver when I think that I did that. All of those men. Poor Ron.

I kept thinking he would call me after the clown came and laugh about it. The phone stayed silent. I thought to myself, maybe he is really busy. I fixed dinner and got the table set with candles and everything was perfect for when he walked though the door.

I watched anxiously out the windows waiting for his car to pull in the driveway. Dinner was perfect and ready. Finally he drove up. I met him at the door. He barely looked at me. He just brushed past, and went and put his briefcase up. There are very few times, I have made Ron mad. In fact, I could maybe come up with three. This has to be the maddest he has ever been at me and I was just shocked. He didn't like the clown. I don't think he really liked the dinner either. Now I know there must have been no end of the ribbing he got.

We made up I am sure but it has taken 35 years to talk about it. Until the next year on our anniversary. I showed up at his office to go out to lunch, and my hair was purple. Oh so purple,  purple as purple can be. No telling what ribbing he took from that.

I am so thankful that we didn't just live together as I begged him the night before our wedding. Not because I was afraid of him but what I was afraid I would do to him. I always have known I got the better end of the deal. I hope the Lord gives us 36 more years. I hope I am older and wiser. Well I know I got the older part down pretty good.

So today on this day, I am still the luckiest woman in the whole wide world. God has been very, very good to us. Happy Anniversary Ron!

Thanks for reading along,

I am a lineman for the county
And I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun for another overload
I hear you singin' in the wire
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
But it don't look like rain
And if it snows that stretch down south
Won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line
And I need you more than want you
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line