Tuesday, August 30, 2011


What does it say about me that all my heroes are old men?

Hero of the Day: Wendell Berry

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Quote of the day from Mother Teresa

"We are called to be contemplative in the heart of the world - by seeking the face of God in everything, everyone, everywhere, all the time, and His hand in every happening; seeing and adoring the presence of Jesus, especially in the lowly appearance of bread, and in the distressing disguise of the poor."

....And in the lady who cut me off this morning, only to then crawl into the turn lane.

....And in the husband who doesn't know where the linen closet is and needs me to provide him with a washcloth.

....And in the two entirely different ailments plaguing my house.

....And in the little girl who devoured a double shot cupcake at 4pm before either of us realized the coffee content of said dessert. We realized the content at 1am.

....And in the laundry that needs to be done again, even though there is still a basket a clean clothes that need to be put away.

....And in the lady who performed the mammogram yesterday asking repeatedly if I was alright, when i just wanted to be done.

....And in salted caramel coffee mixed with decaf as I begin to detox from my coffee addiction.

....And in blueberry pancakes that used the last blueberries before they wasted.

....And for slow mornings with no where to go and all the time in the world to listen to today's recitation on "How our beans are growing".

....And for very strange weather years. Record snows, tornadoes, record heat and now freak East Coast earthquakes.

....And for the daughter whose 1 Corinthians 13 copy work puts it all back in perspective.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Mr. Fluffy Pants, Kitty and the Twins - a post for my husband

Do you believe in karma? I don't actually believe in karma but after these past few months maybe I should.

You see we have begun to notice something very strange in our new neighborhood. We have just moved moved half way across the country from our old home in Rhode Island. In some ways it is very different. In other ways it is freakishly similar.

It turns out that the new house came accessorized with cats. Not just one cat that stays in his yard but several cats that like to visit us often.

First there is is Kitty. He is our most regular cat. I think he thinks that our yard is his home away from home. He will often sleep on our patio or stone wall at our front door. He lets Maeve and Hilde hold him and will stay all day in our back yard.

Then there is Mr. Fluffy Pants. He is an orange tabby who lives in the house behind us. He is very cute and cuddly. He does not like other cats though and will often come and try to scare away Kitty from our yard. Maeve and Hilde think he is mean.

Then there is Fraidy Cat. He belongs to the people next door. He loves to visit with other cats but is slightly socially challenged, so he will often be found creeping across our yard making his way across the street to say hi to the Siamese twins. Like a 12 year old boy who doesn't know how to talk to girls.

The Twins are two Siamese who live across the street. They like to hide in our bushes and wait for a bird to come along.

The last cat is Cara's cat. He lives directly across the street and just comes to sit on the lawn and chat with his other cat friends.

It seems like our yard is kind of a country club for the neighborhood cats. This would be freakish enough as it is but in our case it is downright unsettling.

Why you ask? We seem to attract cats. Every house we live in we have stray cats come to visit.

However, Daniel hates cats. Really, really, really, really hates cats.

He hates cats in a vendetta kind of way.

Over the years it has become like a Godfather saga. Cats come into the yard and Daniel rails. He spends way too much energy trying to figure out how to get rid of them.

If you ever hear him say, "I am going to take you to Warwick." run, it's code.

This cat scenario has repeated itself in every house we have owned. Like a feline version of Groundhog Day. We move in, the cats begin to torment my husband. He gets angry and plots revenge.

It does seem to have escalated. I mean who else has six cats come into their yard on a regular basis? It also does seem to be a case study for karma. This is what happens when you are mean to cats, you get more cats.

So far Daniel has tried to ignore the parade of cats in the yard. Hilde and Maeve love having them. We are kind of like grandparents in the pet world. We get to play with them and then they go home to their parents.

I wish Daniel would see it that way. He doesn't.

Karma aside maybe there is a spiritual lesson here. God could be trying to teach Daniel patience. Maybe God sent the cats to teach Daniel to move out of his comfort zone and learn to love an animal.

Or quite possibly maybe these cats are here to teach Daniel to let some things go and live in the mystery.

If I had to guess it would be that. Life is too short to wonder why cats pick us. It is a mystery. My kids love them and I don't have take care of them. That makes three of us happy.

Maybe Daniel will catch up soon.

I'm not holding my breath.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Rain - a list.

A huge line of thunderstorms is moving across our area. It is 10am and so dark outside it seems like 10pm.

Things to be thankful for on a rainy day in OKC:

  • I love thunderstorms and so does Maeve. We have had a great morning of storm watching.
  • Hilde is still sleeping. If it stays this dark, she may sleep until noon. She needs a good long sleep, she has been really tired lately.
  • Rain means that I can turn off my sprinkler system for a few days and save a few pennies.
  • It also means I don't have to worry so much about dry, cracked house foundations. One less anxiety for the day.
  • It is only 70 degree outside right now. That is 30 degrees cooler than it will be tomorrow and 40 degrees cooler than Sunday was.
  • Cooler temps mean my brain may still be functioning at 4pm, instead of being melted like it has been.
  • My AC is getting a much deserved rest. It has been plugging away, almost constantly since Memorial Day.
  • It is almost like having a snow day. We can't go anywhere, no one else it out but we don't have to shovel.
  • I can hear the ranchers, construction workers, landscapers, and all the other outside workers sighing with relief.