Dear GOP: Seriously?

All I really want to do is a little genealogy and a lot of quilting.  Really.  And maybe some gourmet cooking in there somewhere (gotta try out those cool new Brulee dishes Alex got me for my birthday!).  I want to be left alone to enjoy my family, friends and faith.  Is that too much to ask?

Apparently.  Obama just can’t let well enough alone.  It’s bad enough that he has gone out of his way to support abortion, but now he is forcing everyone else to do so, too?  And he wants to take control of the graduation age, instead of leaving this up to the individual states.  Next thing, he’ll be telling us what we have to do for a living!

Here is what I don’t get.  Okay, there is a really long litany of things that I just don’t get, but this is at the top of that list.  How is it that his supporters don’t see that the things he is doing to those who oppose him can just as easily be done to them?  Don’t they understand that when anyone’s rights are compromised, everyone’s rights are compromised?

So the GOP’s answer is. . .  Mitt Romney????  OMG.  Seriously?  The guy is fantastically creepy!!! Anyone who would stick a poor, defenseless dog in a carrier and strap it to the top of the car and take off down the highway is sick.  I cannot trust a man who would do such a thing, and I sure as heck will not vote for him or support him.  No way!

So, their next offering is Newt Gingrich?  Again: Seriously?  Newt may be a great guy, and I actually agree with some of what he has to say.  But the Grand Old Party (heavy on the “Old“) needs to wake up and smell the Chai!  White haired stuffed-suit establishment looking geezers are NOT electable! (This may apply to Ron Paul, as well, although I think he’s pretty dead-on with most of his ideas).  Have they even bothered to LOOK at Obama?

Obama, for all his many, many flaws and defects, is a handsome man, and a pretty good speaker.  He presents well.  He knows how to come across like a rock star, and create his own personal version of Beatlemania. He’s a lean, mean, campaigning machine. And, truthfully, that’s pretty much the one thing he’s shown himself to be really good at: campaigning.

So where, in the name of all that is holy, did the GOP come up with these candidates?  I will say that of the bunch, I like Santorum.  But, again, I’m not sure he’s electable.  He’s a good, solid Christian family man.  He seems to be honest, and have great integrity (now there’s a novel idea!) But I’m not sure he has that ‘rock star’ quality that can motivate the masses to get out there and get excited about him.  (I wish he did.)

Now, before you get all puffed up on me, and tell me you don’t want another “rock star” in the White House, make no mistake:  neither do I! I just want someone who is a good candidate who can motivate and excite the voters like a rock star.  Like Reagan did.  And I know exactly how excited his followers were, because I watched my mother, along with 100′s of other rabid Reagan supporters, demonstrate on the floor at the Republican National Convention in Kansas City back in 1976.  Ford won anyway, but man, they gave it hell!  And in 1980, they were back with a vengeance.  I remember sitting on the White House lawn when Reagan was inaugurated, freezing my butt off, but really, really, happy to be there.

But I digress.  We need a candidate who is exciting!  Someone with charisma.  Now, I did NOT like Bill Clinton, but that guy had charisma, and they didn’t call him “Slick Willie” for nothin’.  He could sell ice cubes to Eskimos. Obama can only aspire to that level of smooth.  But even so, he can certainly outdo anyone in the pathetic pack of potentials that the GOP is considering.

I don’t see things getting any better anytime soon, really.  But I do still believe that with God, all things are possible, and that He is still in charge.  So, the one thing I know that I can do, is pray.  And so I have been praying a lot, and I hope everyone else is, too.

BTW: What do you guys think of Senator Marco Rubio?  Him, I like!

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Christmas Reflections

This has been one of the best Christmas celebrations we’ve had in ages.  It is one of the few times when I’ve managed to pull it all together in time to have everything ready.  I even got our newsletters out after a printing snafu!

So I was reflecting upon what made this Christmas so good for me. I think one of the main things is that we have so many wonderful friends who keep Christmas so well, as Dickens might say.  We all celebrate advent, we all attend Mass on Christmas, and we all celebrate Christmas until Epiphany!  So, for us, really, the party is only just now getting started!

And, I know that Christmas has become too commercial, and that for some reason that I simply do not understand, many people have begun to equate Christmas with ‘conservatives’ and they are really ticked off that it is still celebrated.  (Can we just do away with all of this ‘liberal’ vs. ‘conservative’ crap?  It’s getting sooooo old!) And I am painfully aware that it’s been turned into some sort of freak show with movies like ‘Elf’ and other painful-to-watch modern mockeries.

I realize that lots of Christians get offended by the “Happy Holidays” greeting as opposed to actually saying “Merry Christmas”.  When I was growing up, that was merely a catchall phrase for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s all rolled into one, and it wasn’t offensive to anybody.  Personally, I am not offended by using the term “Holiday” in lieu of “Christmas”, but by people who get all bent out of shape because I wish them a Merry Christmas! After all, it takes a special kind of rebellious to be angry at someone who just wished you peace and goodwill!!!

I don’t mind Santa Claus, or Christmas trees, or elves or any of that secular stuff.  I love buying gifts for my family, I love baking cookies and making fudge (although I’ve had enough, now, thank you!!) or sending out newsletters or Christmas cards.  I have very warm, fuzzy, happy childhood memories of all of those things, and they all sort of combine to make Christmas warm and fuzzy for me.  It’s all an amalgam of Christmas shopping and cooking, the annual Christmas play at St. Helena’s, (in which Michele Necaise always got to be the Little Blue Angel, and I was always insanely jealous of her for that), of singing Jingle Bell Rock at the Marian Hall, of Granny and Grandad, of me and my mother lighting the advent candles on our little advent wreath that always sat on top of our big console television set and Midnight Mass.  Always Midnight Mass!

I guess probably the main reason why Christmas was so good for me this year was because I decided to just accept my life the way it is, and celebrate.  Yes, of COURSE we miss Kendall!  His absence was the one and only thing that kept this Christmas from being perfect for me, actually.  But I chose not to let that ruin it for me.  Instead, I packed up a box big enough for Kendall to fit into and filled it with all sorts of goodies for him and Alicia, and mailed it to him.  Best I can tell, they loved it!  And, apparently the only thing missing was the pierogi, which Kendall assures me I can go ahead and ship to him. ;)

The only ‘downside’ of the day is that after a freakish amount of attempts, Gaylon was unable to get a single member of his family to answer his calls, and not one of them bothered to call or text him, either.  However, this was overshadowed by us attending a party at the home of some friends to celebrate the birth of our Lord.

We were blessed to be invited to the Saucedos for their 1st Day of Christmas Party, and it was wonderful! Honestly, I don’t think there is much that a rosary, homemade tamales, guacamole, rice, desserts, a birthday cake for Jesus and a pinata won’t fix! It was so fun and such a great way to celebrate.  I can’t wait til next year!

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

 

 

 

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Twelve Years Past

A lot can happen in one year.  In twelve years, entire worlds can change.  Twelve years ago, we lived in a log house in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains, on our tiny little farm.  We had chickens, Nubian goats, a huge vegetable garden, a beautiful chicken coop that matched our beautiful barn.  We had dogs and cats, too.  Abby was two, Alex was seven, and Kendall was ten.

Now we live in the 14th largest city in the US, Kendall is married, grown, and living on his own far, far away. Our lives have moved a million miles away from that quiet little farm in North Carolina.  I can’t even begin to count all the changes and losses our family has experienced in the past twelve years. And I don’t want to.

My best friend, Lisa, also had a small farm, with Nubians, and ever the better goat farmer, she got an adorable little puff of fur, a Great Pyrenees, otherwise known as Koko, to look after her goats.  Koko grew into a huge, sauntering beast, almost the size of the goats she tended, and she always seemed to be smiling.  I often threatened to paint her purple and call her ‘Barney’, because she just had that goofy, happy look on her face all the time!

Lisa and I have both long since quit keeping goats, or chickens, or even vegetable gardens.  The threat of needing to be completely self-sustaining in case Y2K set us back 1,000 years is all but forgotten, and so were all of our hippie dreams to go off “the grid”, by using recycled lumber pallets, Aladdin Lamps and old copies of Mother Earth News.

But Koko was still with us, until today.  Thanks to Facebook, (which did not exist twelve years ago!) I saw a post from one of Lisa’s kids that let me know Koko was gone.  They had to put her to sleep.  After all, she was really old, and couldn’t get around like she used to.  I called Lisa right away, and did the only thing I could do: I cried with her on the phone as she told me all the wrenching details of Koko’s last hours.

Then I hung up the phone, and cried some more.  I loved Koko, I mean, how could you not?  She was a great big, usually smelly, dorky, cuddly dog.  But maybe she was symbolic, at least to me, of all the things I’ve lost in the past twelve years that I will never see again, not even in Heaven.  And I guess, because this is the day after Thanksgiving, it seems all the more difficult to lose one more thing, one more loved one.

R.I.P., Koko.  You were loved, and I will miss you.

 

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Subscribe!!

I started blogging back in 2005, when we still had to chisel our posts out of granite and send them out via owl.  However, now things are so much easier, and if you are interested in receiving updates in your email every time I post something new, you can actually ‘subscribe’ to my blog! (Note the little “Subscribe” widget on the right side of your screen!)

I really think this is cool.  Everyone over at Blogspot has had this secret club thing going on forever now, because they are with Google, who we all know actually rules the entire planet, and therefore has all of the coolest toys.  Like the “Follow” button.  While it was a tempting thing to move over there just so I could feel popular and have lots of little Follower Icon Badges in the sidebar of my blog, it was just too much trouble, and I gave up.  But now, finally, I can have subscribers of my very own, right here on my primitive little self-hosted weblog!

So. . . what are you waiting for???  Drink the Kool Aide!  Er, I mean, Subscribe!! ;)

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Thankful for 25 Years

Two days ago, Gaylon and I celebrated our 25 year wedding anniversary.  I never really thought we’d make it this far.  Not because I thought, going in, that we’d get a divorce, but because when I was nineteen years old, it was pretty much impossible for me to imagine myself 25 years older!

Now, I have to say that I think Gaylon has aged much better than I have.  I think his silver-salted hair makes him look distinguished and sexy, in a roguish sort of way.  Me, well, I don’t think I’ve aged quite as well! Let’s leave it at that. ;)

But I do have a couple of thoughts on love and marriage I’d like to share. I was convinced, after we’d only been married a few months that I’d made a terrible mistake.  I was shocked to wake up and realize how completely different we were.  We had taken advantage of pre-marital counseling (the Catholic Church requires it), we had dialogued thoroughly what should have been every possible angle, and yet, I felt like I’d been had.  I remember sitting on the couch one afternoon and telling God there had to be some sort of mistake!

But I hung in there, and things got better.  Sort of.  We fought like crazy, off and on, for the first few years. In hindsight, I can say that was us refining one another.  At the time, I would have told you (if I’d been honest) that I thought I was in hell.

But, slowly, over the years, the two of us grew together, and today I can honestly say we rarely fight. Now, we might bicker endlessly about the best route to take to a restaurant or movie theater, or whether 183 or Mopac will have more traffic, but really fight?  No.  There have been so many times when I really wanted to throw in the towel.  There have been more times when I wanted to just kill him.  And I have no doubt that he has felt the same things about me, many times over.

I would love to tell you all about how spiritual we are, and how you, too, can achieve 25 years of marriage, and give you advice from my ivory tower.  But that would pretty much be crap, and I couldn’t live with myself if I posted something like that!

So how have we managed to stay married 25 years?  God.  I really believe that God has intervened and helped us when we surely would have self-destructed.  I also can give credit to both of us being determined that divorce was not an option.  And when divorce is not an option, you realize that you’re stuck with someone forever, so you find a way to make it work.

I am very thankful that I married a man who actually believes in me, loves me and supports me.  I have been blessed far beyond what I deserve, and I’m honest enough to admit it. I am praying that we have another 25 years together, and if the last 25 are any indication, things are going to just get really, really good!

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I’m A “Liebster Blog”!

The Liebster Blog Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. Angela Fitch of “Accidentally Angela” recently awarded this to me. :) Thank you Angela! This is my very first blog award.

Liebster is a German word meaning ‘dear, sweet, kind, nice, good, beloved, lovely, kindly, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.’ I have never heard of this before, and am delighted that Angela thought of me when she got her award. :)

To keep this award going, those who have received it pass it along to new deserving blogs of her choice. The recipient must then recognize five other bloggers with less than 200 followers that have really stood out in the crowd.

The rules for the Liebster Award are:

1. Thank the person who gave the award and link back to their blog.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks and let them know!
3. Copy and paste the award on your blog post.
4. Have faith that your followers will spread the love too!

Here are my five top choices – You guys rock my world!!!

1. Eyes Of The Willow
2. Farm Girls and Flip Flops
3. Becky’s World
4. Nonconformist
5. Don’t Just Marvel . . . Do

 

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Thoughts on “The Way”

Editor’s Note: Having now had the extreme pleasure of actually viewing this movie myself, all I can say is “GO!”  It is by far one of, if not the, best movie I’ve ever seen.  I am more baffled than ever as to why folks might not like it, except that they were possibly mislead into expecting one of those sappy “Christian” movies where all the characters magically turn into perfect little Stepford Believers at the end, or that because Martin Sheen is Catholic, or because there are many Catholic themes, that this movie is some sort of catechism device. (Thank goodness it’s not. . . talk about b o r i n g!)  No, this movie gives us characters we can totally relate to and understand, who we can cry with and cheer for.  Go see it, I think you’ll be glad you did!

A couple of weeks ago I saw Emilio Estevez and his father, Martin Sheen in an interview, and I was VERY impressed. I was pleased to see two such well-known actors talk about being Catholic in a positive light. And, I was delighted to hear how much they respect one another; the mutual admiration between these two is palatable. However, I think the best part for me was when Martin Sheen talked about his wife. He talked about her like he was a smitten teenager!  :) How refreshing! To make it even more like a fairy tale, they told us how Mr. & Mrs. Sheen are celebrating 50 years of marriage! Wow. You just don’t see that every day, especially in Hollywood.

But the reason they were making the TV interview circuit is because they have a new movie coming out: “The Way”. The movie is about several people making a pilgrimage in Spain called Camino de Santiago (The Way of St. James). Naturally, the movie is meeting with mixed reviews.

Now, I have to admit I’ve not seen it yet, but it is on my list of “Absolutely must go see!” movies. (That and “Tower Heist”, because I am a die-hard Alan Alda fan! ;) ) But, having read some of the less glowing reviews, I would like to take the liberty of going ahead and sharing some of my pre-viewing thoughts, and why I am fully expecting to enjoy this movie when I do get to see it.

I think it is very important to view everything in the context in which it is set. This setting is in Europe, and they have a very different culture (I am not judging right, wrong, or indifferent, merely different from our American worldview). Our worldview here in the United States is very Protestant, and very sterile. We forget that we are a very small piece of the world-pie, and things are very different “over there”. We must not judge European culture based on our American sensibilities.

For example, many of the characters do things that would curdle our moral milk. They smoke, curse, use drugs. I do not believe that because a character in a movie smokes, or uses profanity, or whatever, that they are actually promoting that behavior. In Europe, smoking doesn’t have the negative connotation that it does here. I see the movie more as portraying characters who are real, believable. In the real world, people do those things, and struggle with those things, and can still love Jesus very much! I think this movie explores the fact that we are all struggling with our own demons, and yet still seeking God. That does encourage me, but not to smoke or use drugs! It encourages me that I am not alone in my sinfulness, and that we can all love and support one another as we try to find our own ‘way’.

And, while I don’t really think anyone wants to see a man wearing a thong (I know I don’t want to!) the fact of the matter is, the dress code in Europe is, shall I say, much more ‘open’? than it is here in the States. So, I think my reaction to that is more of “Ewwww” instead of any sort of moral objection. The same thing with the scattering of the son’s ashes. I don’t think they were trying to send some message that “This is what the Catholic Church teaches!”, and I doubt anyone would take it that way. (The Church is very much against cremation, although there are many exceptions to this rule.)

I think they were trying to portray Catholics living their real, albeit imperfect lives, as best as they can. It’s refreshing to me to see Catholics and our faith being portrayed in a non-pedophilic light!!! Let’s face it, for years now, we’ve suffered a brutal beating in the media, and it’s nice to see a movie in which Catholicism is a GOOD and NORMAL thing! And let’s be honest, too. We all are sinners and have fallen short of the glory of God. (Read Romans for verification on this.) Why is it bad to admit that on screen? Perhaps someone will see this movie and think to themselves “Wow. . . these guys are REAL.  They aren’t perfect, yet they still love the Church. . .maybe I *can* go back!”

I cannot imagine taking small children to see this movie, not because it’s morally objectionable, but because the issues being dealt with are adult issues, and probably very boring to little ones. I do not think it teaches children to smoke, curse or use drugs, or that cremation is the new Catholic Norm. I think looking for some hidden message in this movie is a mistake. This isn’t Sesame Street or Dora the Explorer. It’s not geared at teaching children moral, theological truths. To look at it through those glasses is to miss the meaning entirely. This movie is not about children!  It’s about real, Catholic, adults! That in itself is cool to me.

(I should probably mention here that I really, really, really dislike sappy Christian movies in which everyone has a “Come to Jesus!” moment, gets “saved” and then they all live happily ever after. <GAG> That just doesn’t happen in real life, and I think it makes Christians look like complete buffoons to folks who are actually suffering in the real world. All that does, in my humble opinion, is make us look too-good-to-be-true, and our lifestyle seem totally unattainable. It also comes across as judgmental, again, IMHO.)

As homeschoolers, in particular, we tend to get very legalistic. We tend to shun anything that doesn’t practice what we preach. Thank God that Jesus didn’t do that. Just think, he would have spent his entire time on earth alone, because nobody would have been good enough to hang out with him!! I think we need to think outside our boxes from time to time and realize that just because a movie doesn’t live up to our own personal, draconian standard of morality does not necessarily mean that the movie is bad, or that it is even teaching bad things!

I applaud Emilio Estevez for [edit] for trying to give us a snapshot of people living their faith, in particular their Catholic faith, albeit imperfectly. I desperately hope that our Lord is not as harsh with me as I have been in judging others’ morality!  I must confess, I would not pass that test. I think this movie is a huge step in the right direction for bringing Catholicism back into a positive light in the media.

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Floating Rosary

We have the most awesomest homeschool support group ever!!  This afternoon, they gathered together to pray for an end to abortion, and then, in honor of the Respect Life Campaign and of October being the month of the Holy Rosary, they sent off a huge rosary made out of balloons!  I regret that Abby and I were unable to attend, but wanted to share this awesome video with ya’ll.

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Imagine

“Imagine there’s no (abortion), it’s easy if you try. . . “ Okay, that probably makes John Lennon roll over in his grave, and curdles Yoko Ono’s soy milk, since they were trying to ‘imagine’ no god or heaven, but I like my version better, don’t you?   Deacon Greg Kandra has a brilliant post over at The Deacon’s Bench, where he dares to imagine a world without Steve Jobs, which could have very well been in the realm of possibilities, had abortion been legal at the time of Steve’s birth.  I have copied some of his blog post, but you can read all of it here.  (And I recommend that you do read it!)

“Her name is Joanne Schiebel.  In 1954, she was a young unmarried college student who discovered that she was pregnant.  In the 1950s, her options were limited.  She could have had an abortion – but the procedure was both dangerous and illegal.  She could have gotten married, but she wasn’t ready and didn’t want to interrupt her education. Joanne opted, instead, to give birth to the baby and put it up for adoption.

And so it was that in 1955, a California couple named Paul and Clara Jobs adopted a baby boy, born out of wedlock, that they named Steven.

We know him today…as Steve Jobs.

It would not be overstating things to say that Steve Jobs is my generation’s Thomas Edison. As one observer put it, he knew what the world wanted before the world knew that it wanted it.

If you have an iPhone or an iPad or an iPod, or anything remotely resembling them, you can thank Steve Jobs.

If your world has been transformed by the ability to hear a symphony, send a letter, pay a bill, deposit a check, read a book and then buy theater tickets on something roughly the size of a credit card…you can thank Steve Jobs.

And: you can thank Joanne Schiebel.

If you want to know how much one life can matter, there is just one example.

But: imagine if that life had never happened.”

(Note:  Alex very much wants me to let you know that “Thomas Edison was more of a detriment to science because he obstructed the brilliant studies of Nikola Tesla.”  He wouldn’t rest easy until I made sure you all knew this! Other than that, he completely agrees with everything Deacon Kandra had to say. ;) )

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R.I.P. Steve

Steve Jobs

If you know me even marginally, you know I am an Apple fanatic.  I have been crazy about Apple computers since they first came out, and am a big admirer of their co-founder, Steve Jobs.  I understand that it is difficult to be more liberal or anti-Christian than Steve Jobs, but his work and life accomplishments were amazing.  And, I think he was arguably one of the most brilliant men that ever lived.

Nobody else has (in my opinion, anyway) demonstrated the incomprehensible vision, ingenuity and creative brilliance of Steve Jobs. He redefined the word “Visionary”. I fear that nobody will be able to replace him, and we will be subjected to the slavish drudgery that is Windows.

Steve Jobs created not only Apple Computers, and NeXT computers, but was the mastermind behind Pixar, as well.  And the iPod? It is almost impossible to imagine this world without them now!  As far as T.V. goes, I want my Apple T.V.  It rocks!  And, I could go on.  (But I won’t!) Seriously, this world is a happier place because of his contributions. In my mind, he was the ultimate Toymaker, and I am grieving.

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Solar Decathlon

One of my oldest son’s best friend is an amazing young man named Joe Armstrong.  I feel like his is one of my own children, as I really think he spent as much time in my kitchen when he was growing up as he did in his own mother’s kitchen!  He has recently finished competing in a Solar Decathlon (sponsored by the US Department of Energy) with his alma mater, Appalachian State University, and we have an opportunity to vote on the house he and his team built.

Here is the link to vote: People’s Choice Award Registration.  You have to put in your email address, and you have until September 30th, 7:00 p.m. EDT to vote.  So. . . .please, if you have a moment, vote for the house built by Appalachian State!  We are very proud of Joe, and the hard work he and his team have put into this project. :)

And, here is the information about the Solar Decathlon, itself, from the United States Department of Energy:

About Solar Decathlon
The U.S. Department of Energy Solar Decathlon is an award-winning program that challenges collegiate teams to design, build, and operate solar-powered houses that are cost-effective, energy-efficient, and attractive. The winner of the competition is the team that best blends affordability, consumer appeal, and design excellence with optimal energy production and maximum efficiency.
The first Solar Decathlon was held in 2002; the competition has since occurred biennially in 2005, 2007, and 2009. The next event will take place at the National Mall’s West Potomac Park in Washington, D.C., Sept. 23–Oct. 2, 2011. Open to the public free of charge, visitors can tour the houses, gather ideas to use in their own homes, and learn how energy-saving features can help them save money today.
Purpose
The Solar Decathlon:
Educates student participants and the public about the many cost-saving opportunities presented by clean-energy products
Demonstrates to the public the opportunities presented by cost-effective houses that combine energy-efficient construction and appliances with renewable energy systems that are available today
Provides participating students with unique training that prepares them to enter our nation’s clean-energy workforce.
Impact
Since 2002, the Solar Decathlon has:
Involved 92 collegiate teams, which pursued multidisciplinary course curricula to study the requirements for designing and building energy-efficient, solar- powered houses
Established a worldwide reputation as a successful educational program and workforce development opportunity for thousands of students
Affected the lives of 15,000 collegiate participants
Expanded its outreach to K–12 students by inviting schools in the Washington, D.C., area to visit on class tours.
In 2009, the Solar Decathlon:
Provided 307,502 house visits to the public over 10 days
Offered 32 workshops onsite for the public and held a dedicated day of workshops for builders and industry, which were attended by 506 professionals
Partnered with the National Education Association, which broadcast daily educational programming to classrooms around the nation
Reached millions of readers and viewers in markets across the globe through various media.


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Thoughts On Quilting

I have been really getting into this quilting thing! I think the trick was to give myself permission to be imperfect. That, and the fact that I realized that our quilting teacher in North Carolina, although excellent, was a tad bit anal, and really made it out to be much more difficult than it really needs to be. I am extremely grateful for the skills she taught us, and for the wisdom she passed on, but am learning that I need to branch out a bit and do my own thing, and not worry so much about being absolutely perfect!

So, having said all of that, I decided, back in August, that I wanted to make a quilt for a friend of mine who was pregnant. Well, for her baby! And so I dug out all of my class notes and instructions and figured out what colors I wanted to use, and got started. Fortunately, Abby remembered quite a bit from our class as well, and was able to help me out when I forgot what to do next. And, in about five weeks I managed to completely cut out all of my quilt pieces with my rotary cutter, piece them together, baste it to the batting and backing, cut out a continuous strip of bias binding out of matching fabric and quilt it all together with my brand new, handy dandy, amazing Bernina Aurora 440 QE! Here is the result:

Pink and Green Nine Patch Baby Quilt

 

I have learned a lot from this. First, I have discovered that everybody loves quilts! I mean, I have always known that Gaylon loves them, and that in his mind, nothing brings more comfort to a room than a quilt. I know that my boys love them, and clearly, Abby does, since it was her that got me into quilting in the first place. Our cats really, really love quilts! They don’t care what stage of creation they are in, either. They just like to lay on them, and Stella even enjoys trying to lay on them while I’m sewing! This has not proven to be an effective method, by the way, for getting anything accomplished.

I also learned that I love listening to old rock n’ roll on my iPod while I quilt/sew. I created a new playlist, with everyone from Led Zeppelin, Heart, Fleetwood Mac, Pat Benatar, Rush, and Patti Smith to the Doobie Brothers, and more, and I absolutely love listening to it while I’m at my sewing machine. It’s the perfect escape for me!

This week I am sewing a costume for Abby to wear to the upcoming Murder Mystery Party that our homeschool group is doing. It’s a Regency Era (think: Jane Austen) cornflower blue calico dress. By the weekend, I intend to be right back to quilting.  I have a few gifts to make!

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Sorrows

Today is the Feast Day of Our Lady of Sorrows, which in itself sounds oxymoronic to me. Somehow, “feast” and “sorrows” just don’t mix well in my mind.  But in the Catholic understanding of spirituality, those two things do, indeed, go together.  We understand that Jesus suffered, and his beloved mother also suffered, perhaps, on an emotional level, even more greatly than He did.

Our Lady of Sorrows

It only naturally follows that when we find ourselves suffering, on any level, that we can unite our suffering with theirs (and that of many, many of our Saints) and find meaning in it.  And, if in today’s mixed-up world, one can find meaning and eventually even joy, in suffering, then that is a cause indeed for a feast.

In my own life, I have endured what, for me, is quite a bit of suffering.  My experiences are nowhere near as painful  as others’, to be sure, but they are my own.  I have a dear friend who, over the past couple of years, has had to walk through some very dark and terrifying times with one of her children.  She sat up many nights, overwhelmed with fear for her child, praying like crazy, not knowing if he was going to succumb to madness, or if it was just a passing teenage phase.  I once shared with her how much I admire her courage and strength, and that I thought what she was going through was the worst thing I could imagine.  She later told me that she was shocked to hear that from me, because, to her, all the things she has watched me walk through were far worse!  (I still disagree, btw.)

But my point here is that suffering, like anything else, is relative, and can only be measured subjectively.  But, having experienced, in the space of one year, the death of my father, my father-in-law, our beloved dog, our home burning, a hurricane, a flood, an earthquake, extreme financial stress, and several other things I don’t even care to mention, I think I can honestly say that I have learned a thing or two about suffering.

The first thing I’ve learned is that I am, actually, grateful for it all.  The obvious fruit is that I was forced to fully rely on God, and let go of all pride in my own accomplishments. But there is a hidden, unexpected and very sweet fruit, as well.  Because I have suffered, I have discovered that I have a lot more mercy and compassion for others who are suffering.  I am much less quick to judge others, and much, much quicker to forgive.  I no longer scoff at people who are depressed, or discouraged. I’ve been there, and I know how it feels.  For me, pain has not only made me stronger, but it has made me much, much softer.

The next thing I’ve learned is that those who have not suffered much tend to be very judgmental and rigid. They still operate under the illusion that they know all the answers and have control of things. They still believe that they know better than anyone else how to raise their children, or how to be a proper (fill-in-the-blank). For example, I have a friend whose husband used to be quite sure that we were raising our son very badly, and that he could do better. Until one of his children absolutely brought him to his knees.  Now, I would have NEVER wished that on my worst enemy (or his daughter!) but make no mistake: it turned his world around. He now says things like “You just never know what kids will do.  You do the best you can, and love them no matter what.”  Gaylon and I nod knowingly and agree gently.

I think one of the biggest sorrows of my life has been letting go of some of my dreams. For example, I’ve always dreamed that I would have lots and lots of children, and they would all live nearby.  We would have big, joyous holidays and get together to celebrate important events in each other’s lives, like Weddings, First Communions, Confirmations, Graduations, Birthdays, so on.

But God seemingly had other plans for me.  I was not able to have as many children as I had hoped, and the three amazing children I do have were all extracted by C-section, instead of being born peacefully at home, as Gaylon and I had dreamed.  And now, they are not all living nearby.  My oldest son lives on the East Coast, and apparently his wife is set on moving as close as she can to her own family.  Which is, of course, much farther from us. It is killing me to realize that I will never get to be near my grandchildren on a regular basis. In fact, this is a much bigger blow to me than any of the sorrows I have ever had. I struggle with this on an almost daily basis, trying to reconcile my perceived loss with what I have dreamed of for so long.

I thought by now that we would be living on a big, self-sustaining farm, somewhere in the lush and beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains of Western North Carolina, with chickens, maybe some goats and sheep, and an organic vineyard.  Instead, we are in a suburb in a very large, dry Texas city.  (Note:  We actually love it here, and have made more friends in the past year than we did in all the years we lived in North Carolina, which is proof that sometimes what I dream is not nearly as good as what God has in store for me.)

So, yes, letting go of dreams is hard, and sometimes overwhelmingly sorrowful!  But if I offer these things up, give them to God, He turns them into blessings and I find myself much richer than I could have imagined, spiritually, emotionally, mentally.  I find that I really can “celebrate” my sorrows.  Sort of like what Dolly Parton’s character, Truvy, said in Steel Magnolias: “Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion.”

Sorrows are a given in this life.  How we handle them determines whether they become ‘feasts’ or not.  While I may have to take time out and weep now and then, I know that as long as I keep my sights on our Lord, and accept whatever He gives me, it’s going to be okay, and even better than I could have hoped for.

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Endless Summer of Quilting

I love seasons, and in particular, I love to have four of them.  But apparently we are only having Summer this year in South-Central Texas.  Temperatures are projected to be back in the 100′s this week!  This is not the weather I remember from my childhood!  I remember coming camping down here twice every summer, and the nights were nice and cool, and the days were hot.  And the countryside was green!  Very green.  Now it’s mostly dead, yellow, or worse, charred.  Things are looking very apocalyptic around here.

This is making it difficult for me to transition into ‘Back-to-School’ mode, or into ‘Fall’, or to really want to do anything but sit under the vent and pray for snow!!  We did start school three weeks ago, and it’s going extremely well, but that’s another blog post. . .

So I am trying to find things to do that will keep my mind off of the seemingly eternal heat outside.  Things I enjoy and can do indoors, with the air-conditioning. Like quilting. I have really gotten into quilting, which has sort of surprised me.  Two years ago, when Abby and I first decided to take a quilting class together, I only agreed to do it to be supportive of her.  She had been raiding my scrap basket and creating quilts of her own, and I thought if she took an official class, it would help her with her technique, and maybe give her some new ideas.  Sort of supplement her God-given talent.

So, we signed up for a class, and in six weeks, we had both created lovely nine-patch quilts, and I really felt like she had grasped all the concepts and techniques much more readily than I had.  I remembered my granny always saying how young people just learn so much more quickly than older folks.  But what I didn’t count on was how the class would suck the fun right out of it for her.

The teacher was outstanding, but she was a stickler for perfection, and not accustomed to teaching children.  (Although Abby is not the typical child student, to be sure!)  She made it feel like if we didn’t create perfect works of art, with all of our points exactly ‘on’, then we had failed.  Or at least that was the impression Abby and I took away from it.  So, while we both learned some wonderful things, we just didn’t really want to use them!

Fast-forward two years.  I start thinking that maybe, just maybe, if I could make a quilt on my own, even if it wasn’t ‘perfect’, that maybe it would be more fun, and I could inspire Abby to start up again, too.  I have a pregnant friend (well, several, really!) and so thought making a quilt for the baby would be a great way to get started again.  So, we went to Jo-Anne Fabrics and I picked out some happy prints and got to work.  And Abby started paying attention, and next thing I knew, she had dug out all the beautiful fabric she’s purchased several months ago, and started cutting and piecing!  Yay!

So now, we are both quilting again.  And, I’m just going to warn you up front, our points are not all ‘on’, but we are quite satisfied and happy with our imperfections!  We are having fun, and that really is the main thing.  I am almost done with that baby quilt, and have a couple more I need to make.  (Okay, the truth is, I am practicing so that when I finally get the phone call that I will be a grandmother, I’ll be ready!!  I mean, really, it could come any time, right?)

Oh, and I would be seriously remiss if I didn’t mention that, because of my sustained and determined efforts, my wonderful and amazing husband bought a new sewing machine for me!  :)  Well, not really a sewing ‘machine’, as the manual keeps reminding me, but a sewing ‘computer‘!  He bought a Bernina 440 QE!!!  Oh, yes. . . . I am soooo happy!!! Deliriously so!

This machine (er, computer) is a dream-machine!  It came with the Bernina three-sole walking foot, and with the amazing BSR (Bernina Stitch Regulator)!  For those of you who aren’t obsessed with sewing and Bernina, let me explain.  The BSR is a groovy little attachment (‘foot’) that uses a laser (why does Dr. Evil come to mind when I get all excited about my sewing machine having a laser? LOL) to bring machine quilting to a whole new level!  Abby and I are both really excited about all the possibilities with this thing.

So, yes.  The new obsession around here is quilting, and as long as the weather outside remains unbearable, I don’t see this changing anytime soon.  (Except we will, of course, take a sewing detour during October to create a Halloween Costume or two. . .)

 

 

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The Gates of Hell

Photos are starting to just pop up everywhere, so I thought I’d share a couple I found on KXAN, a local news station. (see below)

A few folks have asked me if we are prepared to evacuate, and yes, we are.  We have had bags packed since Sunday evening, and have a plan for who will grab which dog/cat, and who is driving which car.  My sweet cousin, Pattye, said if we do have to evacuate, to come to her home in Midland and stay as long as we need.  I pray it does not come to that, and do think that we are probably okay at this point.

We really, really appreciate everyone who has called to check on us, and I promise I will get around to calling you all back.  My voice is a bit shaky at this point, as Abby and I are both having pretty severe asthmatic reactions to all of the crap in the air right now. So, I will do my best!

Our church, St. William in Round Rock, is taking donation for anyone who can help out. They really need toiletries.  Apparently there has been an abundance of winter clothing and formal wear already donated. No, I’m not kidding, unfortunately.  So, if you want to help, please think before you donate.  This is not an excuse for emptying out your closet of all the things you always wanted to get rid of but felt guilty about parting with!

I know from experience that toothpaste and diapers are especially appreciated at times like this.  And, even though I gained 30 pounds from eating at fast-food joints after our fire, gift certificates to McDonald’s, etc., would probably be appreciated, too.

Smoke From Bastrop Fire (Photo from KXAN)

Smoke From Bastrop Fire (Photo from KXAN)

There is no rain in sight, either.  There is a Tropical Storm in the Gulf of Mexico, but it just looks like it will probably hit northern Mexico, and not come up here where we so desperately need it.  The irony is that one year ago today, Hurricane Hermine was causing all sorts of flooding here. *sigh*

Lord, please send abundant rain!!!

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