I am not a perfect cat…

…But in an attempt to improve, I resolve:

  • Though my human will never let me eat the pet hamster, I am at peace with that.
  • To remember my toy mouse is a much more socially acceptable gift than a big live bug, even if it isn’t as tasty.
  • I will not slurp fish food from the surface of the aquarium.
  • I will not lean way over to drink out of the tub, fall in, and then pelt right for the box of clumping cat litter.
  • I will not use the bathtub to store live mice for late-night snacks.
  • I will not play “Herd-of-Thundering-Wildebeests-Stampeding- Across-the-Plains-of-the-Serengeti” over any humans’ bed while they are trying to sleep. Continue reading »

What is *Difficulty* Saying?

Dad’s schooling issue has worked out.

The difficulty, though, caused this question to be considered: Is this so hard because we’re trying to plow our own way, without God’s help, and outside of his will, or is God just preparing to show himself mighty?

It was the latter. After allowing my parents to see that there was no human way to accomplish what they needed, He made the perfect way. There was no question this was God’s will and God’s provision.

My Use for Poetry

Poetry, the right poetry, is like a cold glass of milk– refreshing and familiar, even if you haven’t had that *exact* one yet.

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Jay and I are both stressed by our current house project, and yesterday he asked me to pick up some more chocolate for him while I was grocery shopping. He’s been though quite a bit already during this project.

I got him a big bag of mini-bars.

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Today, as soon as the boy was down and Jay was reading to the girls, I left the house and returned to our closing bookstore. 25%-off sometimes beats the Amazon prices, and the times it doesn’t, the instant gratification of a fresh book in-hand is worth the extra $2.

I came home with Snow for Natasha’s Birthday, Inkspell, and Poem a Day. This last was the thing I didn’t know I would buy before I went. I was just browsing, enjoying my hour to myself, and came across this title. I didn’t even look at it much before I wanted to bring it home. The experience was very like how I felt on the way home from New Mexico, 3 years ago, when I bought Good Poems in an airport’s bookstore.

When I was showing/explaining the purchases to Jay, I said, “Gift, sequel, *my* chocolate.”

That instant was the first connection I made between our coping mechanisms. “Come to think of it…” I was feeling pretty crummy in that airport too– with a tired 1-year-old, and me being pregnant, tired, and annoyed with somebody– and the book of the hour was one of poems. Continue reading »

Submission

I am so… tied up with the fine degrees of my understanding of certain words and concepts I think I get myself into trouble.

Example:
I really like the way the authors of this book explain what submission is in marriage. They don’t say it’s not part of the job description (what I’m beginning to think people hear when I try to explain it), they say submission is not the woman’s role.

So often in the descriptions I hear, husbands (not just *men*) are to lead and wives are to submit (only to their own husband but that’s another post). These statements are biblical enough, but to line them up in parallel to each other, makes them sound like the two primary jobs.

My quibble just comes in the application of the words. Leading is action, something to do. Submission is a reaction. Not a doing.

There are those who will argue that is the whole point. I argue a not isn’t how you define a role. A role is something you do. Continue reading »

Thought and poem of the day

Totally like whatever, you know?
By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com

In case you hadn’t noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you’re talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you’re saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)’s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren’t, like, questions? You know?

Declarative sentences – so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not –
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don’t think I’m uncool just because I’ve noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It’s like what I’ve heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I’m just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?

What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally . . .
I mean absolutely . . . You know?
That we’ve just gotten to the point where it’s just, like . . .
whatever!

And so actually our disarticulation . . . ness
is just a clever sort of . . . thing
to disguise the fact that we’ve become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since . . .
you know, a long, long time ago!

I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.

(Reprinted with blanket permission)

Had to Copy this over here

When I laugh as hard as I did, I can’t not-share.

This is from Mental multivitamin, and she has all the correct credits there.

Dorothy Parker was born in New Jersey. Challenged to use the word horticulture in a sentence, Parker, a literary figure known for her “instant wit and cruel humour,” once quipped:

You can drag a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.

I was in fits. Of course, it might not have been quite that funny if I’d read it before I should have been in bed. But I laughed again this morning, so it’s still pretty good.

“Good” is the enemy of “Best”

I’ve almost made up my mind not to try out for this season’s FLOT production. I’ve been praying about whether it is appropriate to do this (Sound of Music. Something I know, even!), and keep flopping back and forth.

And then I found this quote; kind-of felt confirmed my reluctance: “We [must] say ‘no’ not only to those things which are wrong and sinful, but to things that are pleasant, profitable, and good which would hinder and clog our grand duties and our chief work.”

It is footnoted, but then the footnote says “Source Unknown,” which I found amusing.

My “grand duties and chief work” right now do not (I believe) include singing for the community at large. I have a much smaller selected audience.

…And maybe if I don’t go, some other young woman will have an opportunity that will mean more to her than it will for me… I like that idea. I’ll pray for her.

Self-defeating

Not feeling like myself (probably from lack of sleep– the odds are pretty good) or not having/taking time to do my things (writing, reading, music); I can’t decide which is worse.

Intellectually I know that more sleep would be a good thing. But to get more sleep I have to do less of other things. Since children are “instant priority” the cut has to come from my own activities away from them. And I don’t want to give any of those up. I once heard someone say that in order for someone to do something uncomfortable (I think the example was coming to Jesus– both during his time on earth and today), “The desperation factor has to outweigh the embarrassment factor.”

This is a similar situation, I suppose. Before I can change my behavior, I will have to want sleep more than I want to do any of the other things I could be doing once the children are asleep.

I guess I just hope nothing huge and negative precipitates that shift in wanting…

Look out!

Error 403: Forbidden!
The server understood the request, but is refusing to fulfill it. Authorization will not help and the request SHOULD NOT be repeated.

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This is the error message I received when I tried to access this new site While (unbeknownst to me) Jay was fiddling with it.

Sounds pretty ominous, no?