Happy New Year?

By , January 10, 2012 8:57 PM

The bells have rung, the chorus has beensung, the confetti has fallen and the ball/acorn/squid/whatever had dropped. The new year is here … hello, 2012! I welcome you! However ….

Here in blogland, where all is cheerful, colorful and humorous, I feel weary. IS it a happy new year? I am not so sure. Time, only can tell.

If the truth be known, which I feel able to write about now that no one is reading my words, I am absolutely, utterly EXHAUSTED. I have been so for thirty years and three weeks. For thirty years, I’ve managed to pull myself together to tilt forward into the harness and continue to pull forward … but for the past three weeks, there seems no ploy available with which I can “trick” myself into continuing pushing forward. My forward gear, folks, has broken.

There just doesn’t seem to be any purpose in continually pulling forward  … for no reward. For for what FEELS like no reward. Which is not necessarily the reality of things.

However … the good news is … I am a Christian. I have a Helper, and I shall persevere.

 

New Beginnings

By , December 29, 2011 11:50 AM

I have a new friendship in the making, and feel honored that my new friend has shared her blog with me. Her blog is private (I think) and I do not have permission to share it, but trust me when I say that her writing is deep, real, wrenched with pain and filled with joy all at the same time. It has touched my heart in a deep way, being written as it is to work through past events, to heal, to record memories, and to expunge pain. It is very genuine, and I do so dearly love all things genuine. She has inspired me to pick back up with Quack and Quill, which has been “on hold” while I was busy in other areas of my life, and while I tried to figure out exactly what I want to DO with Q&Q. I still don’t know, but she’s rolling again, so stay tuned!

Words are such a gift. A privilege. A powerful tool that must be used with care. We paint with words. Heal with words. Rip big gaping holes into people’s hearts with words. Like so many tools, they can be used for good or for harm. The Bible tells us in Proverbs 31:26, ” She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.”

I aspire to this, but confess that many times, many, many times in my life I have fallen short of this lofty goal. James 3:8-9 tells us of the tongue, “but no human being can tame the tongue.  It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God.” It is apparently part of the human condition, so perhaps I am not alone. None the less, I aspire to the first, to have the teaching of kindness upon my tongue.

I value above all other human qualities, kindness and charity … and I define charity as deliberately making the effort to see people in their best light … as others have so often done for me.

I am a person of many acquaintances, but I can count my true friends on one hand, the first one being my husband. Not many people gain access to my life, for my life is so full, and only the most rare and special of people are admitted … those that God brings to me. This new friendship is still in its infancy, and may go nowhere. It is being born between two women, wives and mothers who have been knocked about by the winds of life and yet who have deep roots and who know how to bend.  We each have wounds, we each have been wounded by women, which makes women relationships harder. Yet here we are … sharing, taking small risks in sharing of ourselves and our pasts, forging a tender new bond.

I pray it will grow strong as a redwood tree, and endure through this world and into eternity.

Sheep

By , July 29, 2011 8:26 PM

A Winter Barnyard Scene

By , July 29, 2011 3:23 PM

The real man, who also is the real photographer around here, has been learning some new after capture techniques. While I took the above winter photo several years ago,  he made it into a work of art today.  I cannot wait to take a few lessons from him!

Poem: Untitled

By , June 5, 2011 8:55 AM

This is my son when he was a little boy. This photograph depicts the essence of who he was, then.

Hat and Pup

Today he is 23, and as unique an individual today as he was then. If you wish, you can follow his blog here.

When he was around the age of the hat and puppy phase, he, along with his siblings, memorized 1st Corinthians 13.

A couple of days ago, he wrote this poem in his head while bringing in bags of duck and dog food for me from the car.

I truly love it. It is so “him”.

Enjoy!

Love is latent, love is blind;
Does not lament what’s left behind.
It’s never rude, but only crude
In light of first intent reviewed.
It seeketh not a selfish way
To show itself in vain display.
It simply trusts, that time will tell
What never ends, was started well.

May your Lord’s Day today be blessed!

Treasures

By , June 4, 2011 9:27 PM

Week One: Treasures

In my few quiet moments, I’ve mused of late, that I am, and must always have been, a treasure seeker (and a treasure finder!).  I only now, at 52 and a half,  realize this about myself.

I have been reading (and writing) of late, about compulsive hoarding, a topic that fascinates me. I recognize hoarding tendencies in myself in the same way we see ourselves in the personality types we study when we take psychology classes in school. Hopefully I’ll never cross that “line” into the type of hoarding I’ve been studying, but I do definitely get a thrill from the “find”.  (I think hoarders get an equal thrill from “having” and that I don’t share to any great degree, thankfully so.)

When the Real Man and I were dating, twenty-six years ago, I recall telling him I felt as if I’d been hunting gold in a barren land, sweating and excavating and working hard, only to find tiny nuggets here and there, deeply buried. He seemed, to me then as well as now, like a great big heap of gold lying out beside the highway for anyone to take … and for some God given reason, only I had the eyes to see that particular golden treasure.

For our twenty fifth anniversary this past week, this dear man gave me something I have wished for for many years … a really nice metal detector! It differentiates between different kinds of metals,  goes ten inches into the ground, is water proof, and has both a prospecting mode (for raw minerals) and a treasure mode (for coins and jewelry).

Above are some of my “finds” from the past week.

If nothing else, I’m ridding my under-yard of excess junk and being my own mole, lol. Last night I found this, not five inches down, ten feet from my front door:

Horseshoe

I’ve had my share of horses through the years, but do not recall one ever losing a shoe at my front door, lol. I wonder about the noble steed to whom this shoe once belonged!

The treasure seeking theme continues, as today I was up before dawn, awaiting the arrival of a friend with whom I went on a treasure seeking adventure of a totally different sort, but one with no less thrill:

Yardsaling!

These were my finds:

  • One coat tree (to replace the one that broke under the weight of our coats last winter)
  • One nice, unmarked, unscented 8×10 rug in the perfect colors for my back porch
  • One Holmes climate care air treatment system that (as needed) cleans the air, ionizes and moisturizes the air, unused
  • One beautiful navy blue Brooks Brother’s Suit that seemingly is unworn in the exact size of one of my older sons
  • One 3 and 1/2 foot in diameter brass tray (brass is at $5.00 a pound right now, this weighs over eight pounds) … I  will use it as a lawn table, probably on top of a giant clay pot
  • One cherry red corduroy Eddie Bauer shirt in my size, looks brand new
  • One pair of Dearfoam slippers in my size, brand new
  • Four beautiful votive candle holders (more summer lawn ornaments) with candles, never used
  • Grass skirt and lei, never opened (don’t ask, lol)
  • One new looking African themed tote bag
  • One copy of My Utmost for His Highest devotional
  • Seven one inch notebook binders for transferring my dog records from file folders to clear plastic sleeves (a binder per dog)
  • wooden cigar boxes of various sizes and shapes (these I will fill with fudge and brownies and cookies and wrap up at Christmas as gifts instead of metal tins)
  • Two glass food storage containers with soft rubber/plastic lids … like new
  • Six soft and new looking stuffed animals without beads, plastic eyes or squeakers (so the dogs will be less likely to destuff them)
  • One beautifully upholstered window seat cushion which has instantly become my new “most favorite” dog bed
  • One drink huggie with a doggie on it and the words, “God Bless America” … new
  • One insulated carrier small enough to hold my two glass water bottles that I fill and refill for when I go dogging
  • Several other small and insignificant little finds that I cannot remember right now.

Here’s a photo:

Yardsale Treasures

Money spent? $35.00. Treasures indeed abound!!!

Ziva and the Bumble-bee

By , May 24, 2011 11:55 PM

Ziva and the bumble-bee

See the rest of the story here.

You Might be a Redneck …

By , May 19, 2011 10:26 AM

or have a LOT of dogs …

Spring Cleaning Ritual

if part of your annual spring cleaning involves power washing your rugs, front and back, with HOT water ….!

Quack and Kill

By , May 13, 2011 4:20 PM

One Kind Soul

One Kind Soul Searching for Ants

The Ant's Hideaway

One Ant Nation ... Hopefully Gone Forever!

We have ants. Lots of ants. Lots and lots and lots of ants. We have had ants for lots of years. We’ve had lots of exterminators come through the years, too … some, I swear, fertilized and fed the little critters.

Now, finally, we have a friend who has a true interest in insects and understands how they live and how to make them go away and how to “eliminate” them. (For some reason, I don’t want to use the word, “die”, lol.) He knows where to order the products that work and how to find their trails and villages. He had to have spent six or seven hours here yesterday, showing me where to look, what to do, and finding their colonies. He even went under our house to look for them (that was where I was convinced they must all be hiding) and found only one nest, that was near the exterior access.

These photos are a tribute to the dedication of a friend in action! Thank you so much! Once we get past this rainy spell that is forecast, I will be on the warpath, armed and dangerous!

Wings and a Prayer Request

By , May 11, 2011 11:54 PM

Canada Geese in North Carolina

This afternoon the puppies and I took a ramble on the 400 acre farm that is behind my house. We found these Canada Geese swimming peacefully on the pond, so far out that the puppies did not even notice them.`

Yesterday morning, the 67 year old man who owns this farm, (and another, and a car dealership in a neighboring small town) , a long time family friend and neighbor … was about to turn into his own drive way on where he lives on his other farm, when he was involved in a hit and run car accident that caused him to be thrown from his car. He has been in the hospital in intensive care for the past day and a half, and has massive internal injuries and head trauma. If you happen to see this entry, and are the praying sort, prayers on his behalf are greatly appreciated. His name is William Andrews.

Thank you so much.

Blessings,

Brett

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