I had a long day. I stayed longer with Jacob than usual. It was unusally hot. My house is in total disorder because of a new switch we had to put in. I can't find my clothes. The rent is due, and I can't find the 941's I need to finish my 2006 taxes!
But none of that bothers me much right now.
What bothers me? The sound of the lawnmower. I have closed all my blinds so I don't have to look outside.
Why?
Because here I sit with a turkey sandwhich, that I was craving, and a glass of merlot, that I felt I really needed - and it's my mother in law -- who is 80 -- that is outside _mowing my lawn_!~!
That is such a dreadful feeling.
It's not that my lawn needs mowing. It's that she lives next door, and she and my father in law like the lawns to looks just so - Just So Lawns by Rita and Steve would be their business name.
I mean, there are practical entries to the scenario like:
Items --
1. you don't want the grass to high because it jams the mower --
2. and it'll just grow more if you leave it --
3. and, of course, what they tell us -- 'well, we like to do it.' (I say 'they' but it's always 'she')
So, I sit here, typing at my computer and feeling guilty, guilty, guilty.
But you know what? People are going to do what they do, and sometimes there is not a durned peeking thing you can do about it.
So let her mow!
And I'll pour another glass of merlot.
Going to bed early, squirrley --
Hope you had a sunny day!
always,
Miss Roxie
~~ooops, the lawn mower stopped; I better go check ....
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
It's in the Kiln
I find I have been neglectful of my blog postings again. I do that. I get in some kind of mood, and my 'save to draft' file becomes filled with ideas of thoughts and the days just move on ...
This morning I sit with my coffee and feel pretty good. Even though one could say all is not perfect in my life or in the world, but you know, show me perfect, and I'll show you a state of mind.
Yesterday afternoon we popped over to the Ceramics shop to work on some of our dishware - it's been an interesting experience with the ceramics people, as the first time we went, they fired our pieces before they were ready.
There was this 'huge' misunderstanding....I don't know what went wrong, but anyway, when we came back - all but one of the 6 pieces had been fired, and we were hugely disappointed because we knew that we weren't finished and had spent the week talking about what we were going to add and touch up on - and then we walk in and we are greeted with ,'here they are' and we said, 'but we weren't done' and they say, 'well what did you have left, they look done...'
Again, once again, man proves that man cannot read another man's mind. And, when one is distressed about the outcome of something, if one should make a trip to an ice cream shop afterwards, all can be made well again. (But I've got to watch that or I'll be proving that old theory that Ceramics is actually fattening!)
The Ceramic People worked it out financially. I got a free bowl and Harley got a cat dish that I considered not finished but looks okay.
And the day goes on ....
Have a sunny one ~
Love,
Miss Roxie
This morning I sit with my coffee and feel pretty good. Even though one could say all is not perfect in my life or in the world, but you know, show me perfect, and I'll show you a state of mind.
Yesterday afternoon we popped over to the Ceramics shop to work on some of our dishware - it's been an interesting experience with the ceramics people, as the first time we went, they fired our pieces before they were ready.
There was this 'huge' misunderstanding....I don't know what went wrong, but anyway, when we came back - all but one of the 6 pieces had been fired, and we were hugely disappointed because we knew that we weren't finished and had spent the week talking about what we were going to add and touch up on - and then we walk in and we are greeted with ,'here they are' and we said, 'but we weren't done' and they say, 'well what did you have left, they look done...'
Again, once again, man proves that man cannot read another man's mind. And, when one is distressed about the outcome of something, if one should make a trip to an ice cream shop afterwards, all can be made well again. (But I've got to watch that or I'll be proving that old theory that Ceramics is actually fattening!)
The Ceramic People worked it out financially. I got a free bowl and Harley got a cat dish that I considered not finished but looks okay.
And the day goes on ....
Have a sunny one ~
Love,
Miss Roxie
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Turn of the phrase
I found this site featuring Phrases and their Meanings and Origins. It's quite fun. There are some quizzes there to take.
There are no way to post results that I can see, but I will clue you this - follow your first thoughts! The only ones I missed are the ones that I said to myself, 'ummmm, maybe I'm wrong there.'
Did you know there are 600 phrases that relate to the human body? Those are only ones beginning with A, B, and C.
I'm not really sure how they can actually trace back the origin of all phrases. I know some of mine come from misquotes from my kids as they were growing up. We've just adapted them into our language (and what family hasn't done the same?)
Here are some French phrases should you so delight.
This is my favorite to think about today -- It begins with the world famous All the World's a Stage ...but it makes the most sense, and I've always loved it. I think I'm going to memorize it.
Have a sunny day ....
There are no way to post results that I can see, but I will clue you this - follow your first thoughts! The only ones I missed are the ones that I said to myself, 'ummmm, maybe I'm wrong there.'
Did you know there are 600 phrases that relate to the human body? Those are only ones beginning with A, B, and C.
I'm not really sure how they can actually trace back the origin of all phrases. I know some of mine come from misquotes from my kids as they were growing up. We've just adapted them into our language (and what family hasn't done the same?)
Here are some French phrases should you so delight.
This is my favorite to think about today -- It begins with the world famous All the World's a Stage ...but it makes the most sense, and I've always loved it. I think I'm going to memorize it.
Have a sunny day ....
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
My Therapy Garden
You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt. ~Author Unknown
I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of the day. ~F. Frankfort Moore, A Garden of Peace
My garden is growing. Last night a walker came by while I was working out there and said, "oh that's beautiful, just so beautiful!"
In my mind, the garden is not beautiful ~ yet. My vision of what it can be has not manifested itself. And I thought, wow, what a reflection on life is that.
Here is this Walker, who probably walks by my garden often and has seen the little things I have added and comments on the beauty of what goes into taking care of things and nurturing things and just constantly checking and working to make things better - so she calls out "Beautiful.."
And because I am still working on my vision, my unnamed goal for my little quiet spot, that I don't see the beauty she sees.
But that's okay ~ We stil each see Beauty, as we all know from the old adage, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Yesterday, I had added a Bird Bath that I have to set up on a paving stone. I love the look of it and can't wait for the birds to come round. There is a nest in a small scrub oak in my front yard, so maybe the babies will eventually bathe in my bath!
Some of the roots that were existing in the area are just to strong and rooty and can't be dug into, so I've had to use some 'out of the box' thinking in placing some plants in pots. I love it.
It's a little area that was existing when we got here. The main plants were a Saw Palmetto (ouch) and a couple of little lackey scrub oaks. Des wanted to nix them all, but I said no, please, give me a chance there.
I've added flowers and such, but what I really want in my garden and in my yard are the plants that are from my region. I grew up with them and would like one of each of them in my yard. They are the plants of my childhood.
Of course, I wish I had pictures from the beginning and I want to do that now as I progress out there. So Maybe, within the next few days, I'll have some photos of my Therapy Garden. I want to name my garden something. I have to think about this. I can't tell you how peaceful it is to think about my garden and what it needs.
My thoughts going there in my mind where my garden has taken hold in picture makes traveling there such a holy respite; I find such joy in thinking of the new things I will invite into my garden.
The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses. ~Hanna Rion
Take thy plastic spade, It is thy pencil; take thy seeds, thy plants, They are thy colours. ~William Mason, The English Garden, 1782
I think that if ever a mortal heard the voice of God it would be in a garden at the cool of the day. ~F. Frankfort Moore, A Garden of Peace
My garden is growing. Last night a walker came by while I was working out there and said, "oh that's beautiful, just so beautiful!"
In my mind, the garden is not beautiful ~ yet. My vision of what it can be has not manifested itself. And I thought, wow, what a reflection on life is that.
Here is this Walker, who probably walks by my garden often and has seen the little things I have added and comments on the beauty of what goes into taking care of things and nurturing things and just constantly checking and working to make things better - so she calls out "Beautiful.."
And because I am still working on my vision, my unnamed goal for my little quiet spot, that I don't see the beauty she sees.
But that's okay ~ We stil each see Beauty, as we all know from the old adage, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Yesterday, I had added a Bird Bath that I have to set up on a paving stone. I love the look of it and can't wait for the birds to come round. There is a nest in a small scrub oak in my front yard, so maybe the babies will eventually bathe in my bath!
Some of the roots that were existing in the area are just to strong and rooty and can't be dug into, so I've had to use some 'out of the box' thinking in placing some plants in pots. I love it.
It's a little area that was existing when we got here. The main plants were a Saw Palmetto (ouch) and a couple of little lackey scrub oaks. Des wanted to nix them all, but I said no, please, give me a chance there.
I've added flowers and such, but what I really want in my garden and in my yard are the plants that are from my region. I grew up with them and would like one of each of them in my yard. They are the plants of my childhood.
Of course, I wish I had pictures from the beginning and I want to do that now as I progress out there. So Maybe, within the next few days, I'll have some photos of my Therapy Garden. I want to name my garden something. I have to think about this. I can't tell you how peaceful it is to think about my garden and what it needs.
My thoughts going there in my mind where my garden has taken hold in picture makes traveling there such a holy respite; I find such joy in thinking of the new things I will invite into my garden.
The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses. ~Hanna Rion
Take thy plastic spade, It is thy pencil; take thy seeds, thy plants, They are thy colours. ~William Mason, The English Garden, 1782
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Compliant Complaint of Acceptance
If you don't like a thing, and you say you don't like it, but you accept it because you have too, does that make you a complainer? There was a discussion tonight about this topic, and I have to say, I'm not sure.
Complaining, according to most dictionaries, is explained as " To express feelings of pain, dissatisfaction, or resentment." One site even gave the example as "a complaining wife" ...really! that was so bold!
So, the definition implies that to even say you are not happy about something is complaining. What about the situation in which you have come to an acceptance about a thing? Does that still mean you have complained or are a complainer because you are in fact, accepting, and not liking? I see nothing wrong with acknowledging accepting something you don't like and going on with your life. If indeed, you have done the deed of the actual accepting and it's not a ruse of attract attention, in my opinion, you have done well.
Acceptance in itself does not require the act of approval. Nor does acceptance imply that something need to change, or can change, because perhaps it is so that it cannot change. So in the act of acceptance, does that not negate the complaint? Acceptance cannot be confused with resistance.
There are people, for example, that I do not like the boldness of their manner, or the rudeness in which they speak, but I've come to accept them for what they are, and truly find an understanding of their way, but if I should mention to someone, that I don't agree with this person's 'way of being' does that make me a complainer?
Scripture says we shouldn't complain. And I'm not saying I go around complaining, but I do have a few things in my life that I have accepted and just go on conducting myself in a manner that works to bring peace in our circle.
But I suppose the whole accusation of being called a complainer comes into play because if one actually express a thought that runs in a negative vane, than I guess, perhaps, that one has complained.
Oh, well, that's enough perplexing thought for me this early in the morning.
"The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is incomprehensible."
~~Albert Einstein
Complaining, according to most dictionaries, is explained as " To express feelings of pain, dissatisfaction, or resentment." One site even gave the example as "a complaining wife" ...really! that was so bold!
So, the definition implies that to even say you are not happy about something is complaining. What about the situation in which you have come to an acceptance about a thing? Does that still mean you have complained or are a complainer because you are in fact, accepting, and not liking? I see nothing wrong with acknowledging accepting something you don't like and going on with your life. If indeed, you have done the deed of the actual accepting and it's not a ruse of attract attention, in my opinion, you have done well.
Acceptance in itself does not require the act of approval. Nor does acceptance imply that something need to change, or can change, because perhaps it is so that it cannot change. So in the act of acceptance, does that not negate the complaint? Acceptance cannot be confused with resistance.
There are people, for example, that I do not like the boldness of their manner, or the rudeness in which they speak, but I've come to accept them for what they are, and truly find an understanding of their way, but if I should mention to someone, that I don't agree with this person's 'way of being' does that make me a complainer?
Scripture says we shouldn't complain. And I'm not saying I go around complaining, but I do have a few things in my life that I have accepted and just go on conducting myself in a manner that works to bring peace in our circle.
But I suppose the whole accusation of being called a complainer comes into play because if one actually express a thought that runs in a negative vane, than I guess, perhaps, that one has complained.
Oh, well, that's enough perplexing thought for me this early in the morning.
"The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is incomprehensible."
~~Albert Einstein
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Thinking Blogger Award
Some days you are in for a shock. I read Leslie's blog on a regular basis, as she and I are, well, simpatico.Does it make sense to say that sometimes you can meet people who are so different from you, yet so very much the same as you? Those people can become your very best friends. Don't ever overlook them. I found a gem in my life by finding Leslie.
I've been out of the blogging sphere for awhile now. Life, however, continues to be winding around me like a plant that needs a trellis with all it's tendils falling loosely out of place, and I have hardly been able to catch my breath for over two weeks, and then I come to find that I've been nominated, by Leslie, for a Thinking Blogger Award. I am nonplused even more than my natural state of constant bewilderment! Thank you, Leslie!!
One thing Leslie and I have in the common zone is that we like to think. And think again, and then think some more.
So here's the link to the post that gave me the nomination ....
And here is the information for the Thinking Bloggers Award...
The participation rules are simple:
1. If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the ‘Thinking Blogger Award’ with a link to the post that you wrote (here is an alternative silver version if gold doesn’t fit your blog).
Now here's the rest of the story ...
I don't really understand all the things of the blogger sphere. I usually don't understand all the thing connected to all the things that lead to the rabbit hole that Alice fell in ...and I truly have no idea if anyone reads my blog. But I can share with anyone some blogs that I do enjoy -- they may have been mentioned, they may have been nominated -- you see, I really don't know these things!
1. Circle of Quiet. I love the name of this blog, and I love the cup of coffee pictured.
2. Consent of the Governed. Very interesting and way over my head.
3. Athena in a Minivan. I love her. I love reading about her little tykes. Such memories she always stirs in me.
4. Principled Discovery. Okay, yeah, I wish I was this smart. The woman is always asking the questions I am thinking about.
5. Created For His Glory. This is one of the first blogs I ever read, when I entered the blogging world.
There you have it. I'm back into blogging now. You have a very nice day!!
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