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.

So now what am I?

“When a child loses his parent, they [sic] are called an orphan. When a spouse loses her or his partner, they [sic] are called a widow or widower. When parents lose their child, there isn’t a word to describe them.”

–President Ronald Regan

 

Words are powerful. Having a word describe where you are gives you something of a handle. A connection to your culture (if you will) acknowledging you exist by identifying you. Allowing you to identify yourself and identify with others of the same name. The same category.

When there is not a word, when “there are no words,” someone like me is left fumbling in the darkness. Looking for a foothold, trying to figure out where I (should) stand.

I have had three grandparents die now. (Technically that leaves one parent an orphan now; or is that word only used for children? I’ve always wondered.) Each time my emotion/response and sense of loss was very different. I’ve sometimes wished for an identifying word I could use for myself. I wish for a way to say, “This one was particularly devastating/impacting/significant.”

I haven’t found it yet.

“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.

Other People’s Words

I subscribe (is that the right word?) to the theory that we never totally forget anything; that we only require the appropriate “trigger” to bring it back.

This is how I explain my tendency to speak in other people’s words.

What I’m thinking will frequently be encapsulated in a line from some show/movie/book, and I find myself thankful for a simple, apt way to convey what I’m feeling.

I suppose it’s only natural to find more pithy expression in lines that were (one may assume) designed to be effective.
Today’s examples:

“Good feeling’s gone.” Marlin (Nemo’s dad in Finding Nemo when he comes face to face with an angler fish)

An exchange on House M.D.:

“Think about him, he’s the one dying.”

“It’s easier to die than to watch someone die.”

We don’t know that Grandma is dying particularly faster than the rest of us, but it is becoming more obvious she’s not getting better like she should. And that is very had to watch. That “good feeling,” the sense of security I had about the operation, that’s been used up.

Telling details have always intrigued me in writing/reading, and now I have small painful examples in my own world.

  • Inability to make understand and decisions (“I don’t know,” is the most frequent thing she says).
  • numbers and colors being confused (she couldn’t line up the tiles in Rummikub tonight).
  • The bread at the hospital is always bad.
  • She cares enough not to eat it, but not enough to ask for something better.

We’re praying. Many people are.

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The question that comes back to me–it first entered my “trembling mind” the day of her operation– is, “How do you prepare to lose someone?”

The phrase “practice dying” is in my head from somewhere. And the two are tied together in my mind. Here are two things you can’t possibly “practice.”

There is the exception of Mary/Martha/Lazarus, I suppose… I really wonder if they handled it better the second time around…

C.S. Lewis on *Books*

During my freshman year in college I bought a book called The Quotable Lewis, indexing his writings (both published and personal) on the catalogue of topics he addressed.

I liked so much the way he thought, that I would sit down and read Lewis by topic, circling or underlining the bits I liked, agreed with, and/or made me think. I wanted to be able to return to them.

Thinking about books (one of the forefront topics of this blog), it reminded me of a collection of his excerpts that resonated strongly with me. Reading them I felt that I’d found a “kindred spirit” (to borrow from another well-known book). The comments almost made me homesick for someone equally like-minded.

My Favorites:

  • When one has read a book, I think there is nothing so nice as discussing it with some one else– even though it sometimes produces rather fierce arguments. Continue reading »

Boundaries for Behavior

I came across this quote while reading an article on the Boundless webzine.

It was written by Susanna Wesley to her son while he was away at college. Apparently he had written to ask her for a list of sins he should avoid while away (?!). I can only presume this was to allow himself a human conscience (that might forget something) rather than invoking divine guidance that would doubtless be more thorough.

She did well though. Instead of making a list of vices she made a list of descriptions. I thought this was great:

Whatever weakens your reason, whatever impairs the tenderness of your conscience, whatever obscures your sense of God, whatever increases the authority of your body over your mind, whatever takes away from your relish for spiritual things, that to you is sin, no matter how innocent it is in itself.