I remember the sounds of silence on September 12, 2001; the day was quiet – eerily quiet. I heard no jet planes overhead as I sat on our porch, writing and reflecting on the new normal. Almost twenty years later, I reflect on another new normal, and the sounds of...
Ah – the soggy heat that kept us low and next to AC vents and fans has lifted; more slowly than the forecasters predicted. But today I kept the windows open until noon. Quite a change from last week. Today's respite meant I had time to garden, reflect and remember...
It’s too hot to do much else, then ruminate, or bloviate. Weeding is on hold, and so is cooking as far as I’m concerned. The latest painting languishes. Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. ~Sam Keen Of course, cold weather also makes lazing about a...
Almost a year ago, I wrote about what E.B. White advised: Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder. Still such good advice given these uncertain days. In the past year, then, what have I experienced that made me shut my mouth in astonishment? Books are a...
I hope I don’t have to eat my words. One thing about putting musings into writing is the record it creates. Consequently, these confessions are just for today. A younger friend whom I told about my plans remarked: I am glad you are not taking OLD age lying down. Her...
I still am part of a small group of women who are reading the Bible with a two-year plan in the Chronological Bible. We are adding some New Testament readings; mostly recently a tour of Romans. The assigned reading never fails to impress, depress, but hearten. Some...
Cooking Barbecue The story of barbecue is the story of America: Settlers arrive on great unspoiled continent, discover wondrous riches, set them on fire and eat them. ~Vince Staten The pork shoulder was half price, and we have not had barbecue in a while, so I bought...
My FITBIT died. Well, actually the cheery red band turned loose of the tracking device. I am searching for a replacement band. Until it arrives, I am on my own, monitoring my steps – i.e., keeping the old body moving. Move it or lose it, right? Alas, no friendly...
Did I Just Lose an Hour? Looking out of my window, the light is different; it is an hour later. Time sprang forward in the wee hours of March 11, and I forfeited an hour. It will be repaid, however, in the fall, on November 4. In the meantime, you and I have roughly...
Advent preparation began early this year. In mid-January 2005, I wrapped up our Christmas china, one chore amongst many that day as I put away Christmas 2004. I wrapped, not realizing how long they would rest in the attic, twelve years. Today, as I unwrapped it,...
So, I finally did it: I bought a watch that tells me more than the date and time. This FITBIT confirms that all those trips to the pretzel jar count, but not as a workout. Sigh. Like I didn’t know already, I won’t be on the cover of PREVENTION magazine, except perhaps...
A Desert Nobody Plans to Visit Loss is a scary desert. No outfitter in the world could equip anybody to live in the campgrounds loss creates. Whether it is the loss of mobility, or mental stamina; loss of a job; the loss of a child or spouse; a loss of faith and hope...
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