I have been sick for over a month now. In the past week, I have finally begun to feel better.
I think the fact that we had 3 days of sun and hints of spring attribute to my feeling better.
I still have this occasional sneezing and coughing I do though. I was in the middle of a department store the other day when I had a sneezing attack. Minutes later, I wasn't sneezing, but I could feel my nose running. I pulled a kleenex out of my purse. As I started to wipe my nose, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. There was a bubble of water there on my left nostril. No... it was not snot... and it was not a bugger. It was just water - sinus drainage maybe. But it brought back memories. Memories of Mam-ma with her nose "dripping" she called it, and pulling a kleenex from her bosom to wipe her nose. I always thought that kind of odd, and something that must happen to women when they got "old". THAT would never happen to me. But... here I am. I haven't gotten to the keeping kleenex down my blouse part yet though. Sorry, Mam-ma.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
I seem to write on the saddest of occasions and the happiest of things...
Two weeks ago, Bob and I had 3 people in our lives who died in 3 days' time. The first was a friend's dad who tried to outrun a train - he didn't make it. The third one was Bob's aunt who lived in NC and was 2 years younger than Bob! She was Bob's dad's youngest sister. The following was read at both of their funerals. I had never heard it before, but when you hear of something like this on 2 occasions in 3 days' time, you tend to pay attention.
"When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little - but not too long, and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we shared. Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take and each must go alone.
It is all a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends you know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me, but let me go."
I would give the credits due, but none were given on either occasion.
I liked this poetry. For those of you who should, take note.
Two weeks ago, Bob and I had 3 people in our lives who died in 3 days' time. The first was a friend's dad who tried to outrun a train - he didn't make it. The third one was Bob's aunt who lived in NC and was 2 years younger than Bob! She was Bob's dad's youngest sister. The following was read at both of their funerals. I had never heard it before, but when you hear of something like this on 2 occasions in 3 days' time, you tend to pay attention.
"When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little - but not too long, and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we shared. Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take and each must go alone.
It is all a part of the Master's plan, a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends you know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me, but let me go."
I would give the credits due, but none were given on either occasion.
I liked this poetry. For those of you who should, take note.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Word of the Week
Tolerance -
a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward opinions and practices that differ from one's own.
a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward opinions and practices that differ from one's own.
Anna Nicole Smith
I am wondering...why? am I wasting time and energy on here writing about Anna Nicole Smith? I guess because her sudden death and seeing the hours of media coverage of her life are so sad. What a waste.
In one clip she talks about how as a girl she passed a bar that had a neon sign blinking in front of it. It was the figure of a woman, topless, alternating sensual poses. ANS told herself at that time that that was what she wanted to be when she grew up!*! WHY would anyone want to be that when they grew up? Where were her goals? REAL goals? Worthy goals? Where was her sense of right and wrong? I don't think you can excuse this on low self-esteem or no respect for herself. This will come across judgmental I am sure. I think it's just really what she wanted. While they say that she was smarter than she appeared to be, I am saying that that is not saying much. I don't think she was bright at all. And I think she made her choices solely on wanting attention for herself. She married an old man. She became rich. She had a baby and had no idea who the father was. And the men keep popping up even after her death volleying for the role.
I guess I think that in the United States of America, we all have the privileges of getting some education - that would include from books, from church, from life experiences - and that we learn from it all. And at some point you learn to stand on your own 2 feet and take on responsibility for your life and your choices.
There is a precious baby girl somewhere out there - Bahamas last I heard - who would make some barren couple hysterically happy to have her in their lives. As it is, this poor child has little chance for growing up in an environment different than that of her mother's.
I am saddened when I realize what a sick world we live in. Sometimes these outside events burst in on my private little world, and I realize just how bad it is out there. My heart is heavy when I think about what God must think about His world and His creation. And when I think that all of us in America know about God and that the good old USA is not a mission field, I realize that I am so wrong. You don't have to go to Thailand or South Africa or Moldova... you have people who need the Lord right here.
In one clip she talks about how as a girl she passed a bar that had a neon sign blinking in front of it. It was the figure of a woman, topless, alternating sensual poses. ANS told herself at that time that that was what she wanted to be when she grew up!*! WHY would anyone want to be that when they grew up? Where were her goals? REAL goals? Worthy goals? Where was her sense of right and wrong? I don't think you can excuse this on low self-esteem or no respect for herself. This will come across judgmental I am sure. I think it's just really what she wanted. While they say that she was smarter than she appeared to be, I am saying that that is not saying much. I don't think she was bright at all. And I think she made her choices solely on wanting attention for herself. She married an old man. She became rich. She had a baby and had no idea who the father was. And the men keep popping up even after her death volleying for the role.
I guess I think that in the United States of America, we all have the privileges of getting some education - that would include from books, from church, from life experiences - and that we learn from it all. And at some point you learn to stand on your own 2 feet and take on responsibility for your life and your choices.
There is a precious baby girl somewhere out there - Bahamas last I heard - who would make some barren couple hysterically happy to have her in their lives. As it is, this poor child has little chance for growing up in an environment different than that of her mother's.
I am saddened when I realize what a sick world we live in. Sometimes these outside events burst in on my private little world, and I realize just how bad it is out there. My heart is heavy when I think about what God must think about His world and His creation. And when I think that all of us in America know about God and that the good old USA is not a mission field, I realize that I am so wrong. You don't have to go to Thailand or South Africa or Moldova... you have people who need the Lord right here.
A Keeper Quote
Artist: Friedrich, Caspar David
Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog
c. 1818
Oil on canvas Kunsthalle, Hamburg
This quote is from him:
"The painter should paint not only what he has in front of him, but also what he sees inside himself. If he sees nothing within, then he should stop painting what is in front of him."
Likewise,
"The pianist should play not only what she has in front of her, but also what she sees inside herself. If she sees nothing within, then she should stop playing what is in front of her."
Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog
c. 1818
Oil on canvas Kunsthalle, Hamburg
This quote is from him:
"The painter should paint not only what he has in front of him, but also what he sees inside himself. If he sees nothing within, then he should stop painting what is in front of him."
Likewise,
"The pianist should play not only what she has in front of her, but also what she sees inside herself. If she sees nothing within, then she should stop playing what is in front of her."
I'm Back...
I haven't written on here for a month. (Like duh... you couldn't figure that out for yourself!) I have been sick for 19 days. I am tired of not feeling good. Right now I feel good enough to go to work, etc, but NO energy left over for anything else. And, I am SO tired of this cold weather. I hate cold weather. The older I get, the worse it gets. I want at least 70 degree days and 50 at night for the coldest temps. I watched the Pro Bowl this evening. Nay... correction. I watched the scenery of Honolulu this evening... Seeing the bright sun, exotic surroundings, and big blue sky with puffy clouds... I felt better. Ah...to be there.
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