Friday, August 18, 2017

Plugfones - My Son -

I've written about Tyler's business a couple of  times -
and his business just launched a new product, and with that, a new website. If a momma can't boast about her kids, well . . .

Have a great weekend. And if you need some peace and quiet, give his Plugfones a try! I like 'em.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Feelin' It -

Tired, Overwhelmed, Grateful, Irritated, Calm - all emotions I'm feeling right now.

This week:
Mom in the hospital, then home with pneumonia and dehydration and exhaustion.
Added another class - now teaching 3.
New course curriculum for all 3 classes - means new lesson plans, new syllabus and calendar, etc.
Chaplaincy - need more hours to do everything I should be doing.
Diversity Council - presentations right and left.
Airbnb guests keep arriving and reserving.
Sleep - not much with responsibilities and commitments.

And wondering - Is caregiving the way of our life going forward? And who will care for Scott and I when we are older? And with a blended family, just whose responsibility is it to care for both/each of us?

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

We Found Love - Running From -

A colleague asked me how Scott and I met, and whenever I share our story, I am reminded just how magical our meeting was. As I walked away from our conversation, with a smile on my face, this Ed Sheeran tune came to mind. And the line that has been running through my head - we found love right where we are - reminds me of how I was ready to run to another part of the US, where I thought I'd find myself and love, and yet, it was just across the street.

How often do we run, when really, if we stand still, the goodness will come to us? I'm a runner, learning how to be still.

Thinking Out Loud
When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are
When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don't remember my name

When my hands don't play the strings the same way, mm
I know you will still love me the same
'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen
Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory

I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it's all part of a plan
I'll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you'll understand

But baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are, oh

So baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
Oh maybe we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are

Songwriters: Amy Wadge / Ed Sheeran
Thinking Out Loud lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Royalty Network Inc.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Summer Rain - "Soft Rain" 1972 -

I love a summer rain storm - the thunder, big warm raindrops, and often, the rainbow that comes as the storm rolls away.

I love the smell of rain on the dry dirt, on the dry concrete and pavement. I love the smell as the rain mixes with the day's heat.

I love the rush of the rain down the driveway, the rain gutters, the road gutter. And I love the possibility of splashing in puddles - without any worries of getting wet or dirty.

This past few days we've had some summer-time storms. Knowing the storm won't last, knowing that we need the moisture, knowing summer will return makes me look forward to these storms.

This evening, the thunder rolled in, and as I was in the garden picking beets and carrots with the grandchildren, with the raindrops beginning to plunk plunk down on the vegetables, a song popped into my head, totally unexpected:

"Rain falls, soft rain at my windows. . . . While the thunder's calling, there's a mighty hush about the world. . . . I will go outside where my sleepy head goes, feel the rain on my head, feel the wet on my toes. . . . And like the columbine, I want to bow my head to the rain. . . . A time to remember the beautiful things. To look for tomorrow and all our fondest dreams."

And suddenly I was 13-16 years old, singing, or playing, this song as a part of my church's youth choir. Nostalgia swept me away, and I felt the tears surface. I loved playing the introduction, the rhythm mimicked the rain, and the harmony was simple and so clean - just like the soft falling rain.

Rain Falls, by Janet Cox

Two other tunes sung during this same time were: Live Oak by Ron Simpson, and The Weed by K.L. Hicken. I remember them, but I can't find the songs or the lyrics. Anyone? 

Friday, August 11, 2017


I've been on vacation - kinda. A family reunion is a big event, and the preparation, which began in January, has been bit by bit, but stressful at times. And just like my High School reunion, the actual event was wonderful, and I'm glad it's over!

So here's to Friday, a good weekend, and time to just destress, unwind, and enjoy the fact that my two huge summer commitments are over!

image via rifle paper co.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

It's All a Matter of Perspective -

My family (Walker) reunion has been the past several days in Island Park, Idaho. There were 48 of us - 4 generations, living in the 12 bedroom 4 bathroom cabin. Island Park, specifically, Macks Inn (the last photo in this slide show is Macks Inn), is home to many of us, a place we go for solitude, reflection, and relaxation. I love the area almost as much as I love my family!

The 7 of us children were reared to be independent thinkers, compromisers, listeners, and these characteristics are more than evident when we're all together - and we've reared our children to be similar. Yikes! We're also very creative, and get us together and the stories, jokes, projects flow. And this reunion was no different.

My brother and his son designed a decal from a photo of my father when he was young. The silhouette, along with the phrase, "Cool Like Clyde," were printed onto vinyl, cut, and ironed on to t-shirts. 52 t-shirts of various colors and sizes, 52 decals of various colors, and this made the evening ripe for confusion, tension, and energy.

So, after all the confusion, we were 5 decals short for the last set of t-shirts. And someone, who was already carrying extra energy, came to my sister and me to let us know how she felt about the missing decals - and how rude it was for someone to take the decals, particularly because they were obviously set aside, and yadda yadda yadda. She shook her head, raised her voice, stomped, and then marched off.

And there my sister and I sat, working our butts off making these decals (and bumper stickers that were a last minute request), now with emotional vomit on us. And I chose to not take it personal, and my sister was so irritated. And the one who yelled, well, it was off her chest, and she's volatile at times any way, and she was back to her other activities. And my sister and I made 5 more decals, and I nodded my head at the reaction, and my sister hurt.

My sister, to her credit, rather than letting this experience fester, later confronted the one who yelled (just like we were taught as kids). And, the offender's perspective on the situation was different than my sister's. The yeller said she felt slighted, after all of the work her family had gone to (and they had), that no one cared about their hard work.

And here's where my title comes from - 3 of us, all women, all seeing the same event, all a part of the same situation, all experiencing it differently. And as my sister and I talked about this on our drive home, we talked about the times this has happened in our lives - numerous, and wondered, out-loud, just when we've jumped to judgment rather than understanding. When has my determination to be correct tainted my perspective or my opportunity to learn about the "other's" point of view. And how many times does "Perspective" happen in real time as opposed to later on, when time has faded our picture of the event.

I'm grateful for a family who is full of energy and full of willingness to learn from each other. Perspective - pass it on.

Friday, August 4, 2017

Fire Fighter!

It is said Michael Douglas said, "Cancer didn't bring me to my knees, it brought me to my feet." Now that doesn't sound like the words of a victim, or a survivor. Certainly it isn't the words of someone with puffed up pride.



Fire Fighter!