August 27, 2006
~Our Wedding Day~
Easter Morning Brunch
Breckenridge
~Dick and Nanci at
In North American culture, the cabin holds a unique place in our collective consciousness. Enshrined in the best traditions of grass-rooted nostalgia, the cabin symbolizes those bedrock frontier virtues of self-reliance, sturdiness, simplicity, humility and--by inference--honesty. By its very lack of pretension, the cabin connotes a purity of life whose loss we yearn to recall. ~Don Metz~
August 27, 2006
~Our Wedding Day~
Easter Morning Brunch
Breckenridge
~Dick and Nanci at
Put me in, Coach!
I suspect that the other team won as these guys really didn’t seem to have their heads in the game.
I easily cupped him in my hands and in a comforting way, began to talk to him in a soothing voice while trying to figure out what was wrong. Had he fallen from a nest? Was he sick? Obviously something was amiss and I so wanted to help him. Here I was at six in the morning, trying to run through my extremely limited knowledge of how to take care of a sick bird.
With the finch in one hand, I lowered my bird feeder with the other so that I could get a few seeds to feed him. Meanwhile I called to my husband asking him to find an eye dropper so that we could get liquid into him. Gosh, I just didn’t know what to do and was grasping for whatever solution I could come up with. Could I find him a worm and mash it up? Would he eat it? Would he drink water from the eye dropper???? I just didn’t know what to do. In the meantime, we discovered something wrong with his beak so my husband took the tweezers to dislodge whatever seemed to be gluing his beak together.
And with that, my sweet little finch, took a few rapid, frightened breaths and died in my cupped hands.
This sounds so silly but it seemed like a Biblical moment.
Matthew 10:29
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.
With the sweet finch in my hands, I talked to God and asked him if he had taken the little finch home. And in my heart, I knew the answer was “yes”.
Laundry Day in Them Backwoods
O.M.G.
Living in a small house has many positives.
Living in a small house with my husband has many positives too!
However…
His version of doing laundry differs from mine. Greatly!
I came home from work today to freshly-washed laundry strewn all over the mudroom.
Yes, “undergarments”
And all.
And of course, this is the day that my dear neighbor, Sara, decided to return a couple of bowls to me.
>>>>>>Inside of the laundry room<<<<<<
With the laundry hanging up all over the place.
"Undergarments"
And all.
Mortification
Well it is understandable that on a hot day, the guy didn’t want to heat up our little place with the dryer but still…
The timing could have been better!!
I am now going to go looking for my dignity.
Maybe it's here underneath his boxers.
In the mud room.
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest! if you must; but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow;
You might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit;
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.-anonymous