It's so dry in Texas that
the Baptists are starting to baptize by sprinkling,
the Methodists are using wet-wipes,
the Presbyterians are giving out rain-checks,
and the Episcopalians, Catholics, and Lutherans are praying for the wine to turn back into water.
Thursday, December 04, 2014
Wednesday, December 03, 2014
Miss Timnite
Samson was off to visit his heartthrob. He killed a lion on the way. When he returned for his wedding, he found the beehive in the lion's carcass. And that's where he came up with the riddle. When the Philistines couldn't solve the riddle, they threatened Samson's wife. "Hey, you better find out the answer, Miss Timnite. If you don't, we'll kill you and your family."
You know the story. She whined. She pouted. She begged. She wore down her husband, and he told the answer to the riddle. She ratted him out. And havoc ensued.
But catch what happens in the next chapter (Judges 15:6). The Philistines turn on her anyway, and burn her and her father's house with fire, precisely what they'd threatened at the wedding.
That girl was doomed. If she didn't tell, the Philistines would've killed her. When she did tell, they ended up taking out their anger at her and executed her even though earlier she had complied with their demands.
That's how it is with the devil. "Do this and I'll leave you be." "Do this and I'll give you something good." You do. And he turns on you. What a liar and enticer!
You know the story. She whined. She pouted. She begged. She wore down her husband, and he told the answer to the riddle. She ratted him out. And havoc ensued.
But catch what happens in the next chapter (Judges 15:6). The Philistines turn on her anyway, and burn her and her father's house with fire, precisely what they'd threatened at the wedding.
That girl was doomed. If she didn't tell, the Philistines would've killed her. When she did tell, they ended up taking out their anger at her and executed her even though earlier she had complied with their demands.
That's how it is with the devil. "Do this and I'll leave you be." "Do this and I'll give you something good." You do. And he turns on you. What a liar and enticer!
Champagne Vinaigrette
We fell in love with a salad dressing from the California Pizza Kitchen. After hunting up a variety of recipe-fakes, the following concoction has been whipped up many times over the last couple of months:
¼ cup white wine vinegar *
¼ cup raw olive oil
1 Tbsp Dijon mustard**
1 lime or ½ lemon, juiced (1 to 1½ Tbsp)
1½ Tbsp honey
1 clove garlic or ½ a shallot, lightly minced
½ tsp salt
½ tsp fresh ground pepper
Put all the ingredients in a
food processor and blend until smooth and somewhat emulsified. Stores nicely in the refrigerator, unlike my other oil-and-vinegar dressings which separate and where the oil solidifies. This isn't as healthy as my usual homemade dressings, but it's so yummy it makes me want to melt into the floor with joy.
* The recipe is supposed to use champagne vinegar. Several recipes suggested letting leftover champagne sit out for several days to become vinegary. Ummm ... we seldom have champagne, so it's a little hard to make champagne vinegar from the leftovers. Conveniently, Aldi offered white wine vinegar as a special purchase not long ago, and I nabbed several bottles.
** I usually use plain old hotdog mustard any time a recipe calls for whatever-type mustard. Aldi also ran a mustard extravaganza recently, so I bought my first jar of Dijon. The Dijon definitely makes a difference in this recipe.
Tuesday, December 02, 2014
Nicene or Apostles'?
It's probably bad to have a favorite when both are holy words from God.
But I sure do like the Nicene Creed better.
1) Longer section on the atonement. Why is it that my mind tends to wander so easily at "was crucified, died, and was buried"? But "was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried" is simply enough extra length that a brief moment of distraction doesn't mean I miss the whole section.
2) The necessity of God's word: "according to the Scriptures" and "who spoke by the prophets."
3) Not just that the resurrection and the life-everlasting will come, but that we long for it.
4) "Light of light." Beautiful words during these short days of winter, and also as we approach Easter and the Vigil.
5) "For us." Twice.
God became man "for us men."
Jesus was crucified "for us."
Even though the events of Jesus' life (as listed in the Apostles' Creed) are indeed for us, it's the Nicene Creed which states "for us" right out there, blunt and obvious and clear and unavoidable.
But I sure do like the Nicene Creed better.
1) Longer section on the atonement. Why is it that my mind tends to wander so easily at "was crucified, died, and was buried"? But "was crucified also for us under Pontius Pilate; He suffered and was buried" is simply enough extra length that a brief moment of distraction doesn't mean I miss the whole section.
2) The necessity of God's word: "according to the Scriptures" and "who spoke by the prophets."
3) Not just that the resurrection and the life-everlasting will come, but that we long for it.
4) "Light of light." Beautiful words during these short days of winter, and also as we approach Easter and the Vigil.
5) "For us." Twice.
God became man "for us men."
Jesus was crucified "for us."
Even though the events of Jesus' life (as listed in the Apostles' Creed) are indeed for us, it's the Nicene Creed which states "for us" right out there, blunt and obvious and clear and unavoidable.
Monday, December 01, 2014
Miscarriage
"Jesus wept."
Lora remembers her children in heaven and talks about the comfort of Jesus' tears and the comfort of the resurrection of the body.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Lora remembers her children in heaven and talks about the comfort of Jesus' tears and the comfort of the resurrection of the body.
Lord, have mercy upon us.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Fix-It Time
The washer was having its fits. The water would drain out, but the tub wouldn't spin. Clothes were too wet. I researched likely causes for the problem, took the washer apart, and found lots of rust inside the outer-shell. After plenty of sanding and spray-painting, no more bits of loose metal could get jammed in the lid-latch-detector. And the washer works! Yee haw!
This week I finally tired of crackly phone lines and purchased a new phone. Now I can hear conservations through the phone. Nice!
Problems with a flickering light. Turned out not to be the light fixture or the wiring, as I'd thought. It was merely a faulty bulb. Replaced that, and we now have our under-cupboard, above-counter light again, after two years without. And it's over the cutting board -- important place, so you know whether you're chopping veggies or fingers.
Ugly equipment on the bathtub-plug lever, ever since we moved in. Also, the plug had a slow leak. Thursday night the metal busted altogether. I took it apart, went to the hardware store, and installed the new pieces. Woo hoo! Fixed that too.
I've been unable to play CD's or DVD's on my computer. That also meant I had no way to transfer the scanned old-timey photos onto my computer. I bought a new CD-drive and tried to install it. I couldn't; I bought one with the wrong plugs. But Nathan came over, found that we could switch around the old-fashioned plugs and the newer ones. He installed the new CD-player. Everything is hooked up and works! How's that for new-and-different?!
I'm feeling mighty self-satisfied
and pretty durn powerful because
of the repairs I accomplished!
And pretty thankful for the places
where Gary and Nathan took over
and finished what I attempted!
This week I finally tired of crackly phone lines and purchased a new phone. Now I can hear conservations through the phone. Nice!
Problems with a flickering light. Turned out not to be the light fixture or the wiring, as I'd thought. It was merely a faulty bulb. Replaced that, and we now have our under-cupboard, above-counter light again, after two years without. And it's over the cutting board -- important place, so you know whether you're chopping veggies or fingers.
Ugly equipment on the bathtub-plug lever, ever since we moved in. Also, the plug had a slow leak. Thursday night the metal busted altogether. I took it apart, went to the hardware store, and installed the new pieces. Woo hoo! Fixed that too.
I've been unable to play CD's or DVD's on my computer. That also meant I had no way to transfer the scanned old-timey photos onto my computer. I bought a new CD-drive and tried to install it. I couldn't; I bought one with the wrong plugs. But Nathan came over, found that we could switch around the old-fashioned plugs and the newer ones. He installed the new CD-player. Everything is hooked up and works! How's that for new-and-different?!
I'm feeling mighty self-satisfied
and pretty durn powerful because
of the repairs I accomplished!
And pretty thankful for the places
where Gary and Nathan took over
and finished what I attempted!
Saturday, November 29, 2014
The Popularity of Sims
In Bible class recently, we were discussing how God's word determines the value of things. God made the light, and He declared it to be good. He said the earth and seas are good. He said the man and woman He created (and the marriage by which He joined them) was very good.
God is the one who gets to say what's good and what's not. Hey, He was the one who made it.
Now, if you create a universe, then you get to decide how things go and what value things have. If you create the universe, you get to decide, for example, whether "being happy" is more important than being moral.
And that's when I realized: maybe that's why Sims and Minecraft and other video games are so popular. It's where we get to be god.
God is the one who gets to say what's good and what's not. Hey, He was the one who made it.
Now, if you create a universe, then you get to decide how things go and what value things have. If you create the universe, you get to decide, for example, whether "being happy" is more important than being moral.
And that's when I realized: maybe that's why Sims and Minecraft and other video games are so popular. It's where we get to be god.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Definition of Faith
We are SO good at turning even faith into a work.
I've heard definitions. Good definitions.
~ Faith is the passive receptivity of God's mercy.
~ Faith is the trust of the heart.
~ Faith is defined rightly only if you can replace the word "faith" with the word "Jesus," and still have the sentence mean the same thing.
Recently, Pastor said
Faith is a desire to be loved
and forgiven by your Lord.
A desire.
Huh.
Nobody confuses "desire" with my own work, my own activity, my own merits.
I like that.
I've heard definitions. Good definitions.
~ Faith is the passive receptivity of God's mercy.
~ Faith is the trust of the heart.
~ Faith is defined rightly only if you can replace the word "faith" with the word "Jesus," and still have the sentence mean the same thing.
Recently, Pastor said
Faith is a desire to be loved
and forgiven by your Lord.
A desire.
Huh.
Nobody confuses "desire" with my own work, my own activity, my own merits.
I like that.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
The Upcoming Shopping-Weekend
"Black Friday"?
It's a new-fangled term. I'd never heard the phrase until my daughter worked at Borders.
I wasn't crazy about it at first. Then I began to use it; everybody else does!
This year, I'm refusing.
I hate the word. I'm not sure why. I suspect it's because of the consumeristic hype. It's also because my distaste for the name has increased as the Friday sales have spilled over onto Thursday. It's also influenced by the harm done to people (stampeding as shop-doors are unlocked, or crazy rudeness in parking lots).
A week or so ago I made a decision to refrain from using the phrase "Black Friday." I've slipped up a couple of times. But I'm still trying to stick with the much longer description: "the shopping day after Thanksgiving" or "the crazy shopping-weekend at the end of the month."
It's a new-fangled term. I'd never heard the phrase until my daughter worked at Borders.
I wasn't crazy about it at first. Then I began to use it; everybody else does!
This year, I'm refusing.
I hate the word. I'm not sure why. I suspect it's because of the consumeristic hype. It's also because my distaste for the name has increased as the Friday sales have spilled over onto Thursday. It's also influenced by the harm done to people (stampeding as shop-doors are unlocked, or crazy rudeness in parking lots).
A week or so ago I made a decision to refrain from using the phrase "Black Friday." I've slipped up a couple of times. But I'm still trying to stick with the much longer description: "the shopping day after Thanksgiving" or "the crazy shopping-weekend at the end of the month."
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Learning to Trust
When Pastor recently said something about "learning to trust Jesus," I realized that there are two different ways people could take that.
1) Matthias is learning to walk. He wants to. He keeps doing it. It's not "work." It's just what he does. And he falls a lot. No biggie. You just keep growing up and bumbling along, and the walking gets easier.
2) Pick a typical third-grader. Choose one of the math-haters; not a weirdo like me who thought math drill was play-time. That kid may be learning his math facts. But he's doing it because the teacher is arm-twisting him into it. He hates it. It's boring. It's hard. He doesn't understand what good this will do. Why does he have to do this anyway? "Because it's good for you." "Well, I'd rather climb a tree or ride my bike." There's no joy in the learning. And he hates being berated when he makes a mistake.
Both are learning.
But "learning to trust Jesus" is much more like the first than the second.
1) Matthias is learning to walk. He wants to. He keeps doing it. It's not "work." It's just what he does. And he falls a lot. No biggie. You just keep growing up and bumbling along, and the walking gets easier.
2) Pick a typical third-grader. Choose one of the math-haters; not a weirdo like me who thought math drill was play-time. That kid may be learning his math facts. But he's doing it because the teacher is arm-twisting him into it. He hates it. It's boring. It's hard. He doesn't understand what good this will do. Why does he have to do this anyway? "Because it's good for you." "Well, I'd rather climb a tree or ride my bike." There's no joy in the learning. And he hates being berated when he makes a mistake.
Both are learning.
But "learning to trust Jesus" is much more like the first than the second.
Reading Challenge
Update on this year's reading list:
finish proofreading New Testament Catechist [done Feb 11]
Light from Heaven (the last Mitford book) [done March 6]
Home to Holly Springs [done Sept 7]
In the Company of Others [done Nov 23]
Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good
the Kristin Lavransdatter series, by Sigrid Undset
Bridal Wreath [done March 27]
Mistress of Husaby [done April 30]
The Cross [done June 15]
Anne of the Island [done July 31]
Anne of Windy Poplars [done Sept 8]
Anne's House of Dreams [done Oct 12]
Anne of Ingleside
Rainbow Valley
Rilla of Ingleside
(with Maggie)
Hammer of God (again)
The Complete Guide to Creating a Special Needs Life Plan, by Hal Wright [done Sept 19]
likely some proofreading on Bible Stories for Daily Prayer
possibly
a Luther biography with Maggie
Narnia (again)
Horses of Heaven, by Gillian Bradshaw [done Sept 1]
maybe try out an Elizabeth Gaskill book
something by Beverly Engel or Robin Stern
Quiet by Susan Cain [done July 20]
additions beyond original list
What Your Doctor May Not Tell You About Menopause [done July 29]
Struck by Genius [done Oct 20]
The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When the World Overwhelms You
by Elaine N Aron
Let's Roll, by Beamer
Beyond the Mists, by Benchley
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
Cutting for Stone, by Verghese
Light in the Dark Belt: The Story of Rosa Young
finish proofreading New Testament Catechist [done Feb 11]
Light from Heaven (the last Mitford book) [done March 6]
Home to Holly Springs [done Sept 7]
In the Company of Others [done Nov 23]
Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good
the Kristin Lavransdatter series, by Sigrid Undset
Bridal Wreath [done March 27]
Mistress of Husaby [done April 30]
The Cross [done June 15]
Anne of the Island [done July 31]
Anne of Windy Poplars [done Sept 8]
Anne's House of Dreams [done Oct 12]
Anne of Ingleside
Rainbow Valley
Rilla of Ingleside
(with Maggie)
Hammer of God (again)
The Complete Guide to Creating a Special Needs Life Plan, by Hal Wright [done Sept 19]
likely some proofreading on Bible Stories for Daily Prayer
possibly
a Luther biography with Maggie
Narnia (again)
Horses of Heaven, by Gillian Bradshaw [done Sept 1]
maybe try out an Elizabeth Gaskill book
something by Beverly Engel or Robin Stern
Quiet by Susan Cain [done July 20]
additions beyond original list
What Your Doctor May Not Tell You About Menopause [done July 29]
Struck by Genius [done Oct 20]
The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When the World Overwhelms You
by Elaine N Aron
Let's Roll, by Beamer
Beyond the Mists, by Benchley
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
Cutting for Stone, by Verghese
Light in the Dark Belt: The Story of Rosa Young
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Zoe Said Her Catechism Verse
At church, there's a star-chart in the hallway. Kids' names, listed by grade, with slots for having learned the main Bible stories and the Six Chief Parts. When you say the Bible verse from one of the chief parts, you get a colored star. When you speak the entire section, the date is listed.
Today 3-yr-old Zoe recited fully and correctly to Pastor for the first time. (Earlier this year, she told him the Lord's Prayer almost by herself without prompts.) This morning shewhispered told him the verse from John 20. He gave her a high-five, then she walked away, dragging me with her. Down the hall. Directly to the star chart. It was all of about 15-20 seconds after finishing her recitation.
Disappointed little girl. Her star had not appeared on the chart yet!
(I told Pastor about her expectation. I suspect the star will appear soon.)
Today 3-yr-old Zoe recited fully and correctly to Pastor for the first time. (Earlier this year, she told him the Lord's Prayer almost by herself without prompts.) This morning she
Disappointed little girl. Her star had not appeared on the chart yet!
(I told Pastor about her expectation. I suspect the star will appear soon.)
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Learning the Letter Sounds
Three-year-old says:
"Q" is for "'kwuh." Kwuh, kwuh, KWOSED!
(You know. "Kwosed" -- the opposite of open.)
"Q" is for "'kwuh." Kwuh, kwuh, KWOSED!
(You know. "Kwosed" -- the opposite of open.)
Stealing Katie's stories because
they make me smile.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Pictures
Friday, November 14, 2014
People Praying for Me
I phoned the Issues Etc Comment Line today. Jeff asked my name and my comment. Just before he put me on hold, he asked where I was calling from. I told him and then kneaded bread while waiting for my turn on-air. About a minute before Jeff was ready to put me through, he popped onto the phone to tell me that the break was nearly over and they were about ready to take my call. And then ...
then he asked me how I was doing and how my health was.
And he told me they'd been praying for me.
I was floored.
Me?
Why should he even know me?
I lightly (and quickly) mentioned that I was much improved. I said I am walking, talking, and DRIVING again.
Wow.
People that I've met only a few times, only briefly, and yet they care and they pray on my behalf.
"The communion of saints." Sometimes you get a glimpse that you don't normally see, and it blows you away.
then he asked me how I was doing and how my health was.
And he told me they'd been praying for me.
I was floored.
Me?
Why should he even know me?
I lightly (and quickly) mentioned that I was much improved. I said I am walking, talking, and DRIVING again.
Wow.
People that I've met only a few times, only briefly, and yet they care and they pray on my behalf.
"The communion of saints." Sometimes you get a glimpse that you don't normally see, and it blows you away.
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Update
I put my good mittens (the most-excellent ones that Dad bought for Mom) into the car. They feel fantastic when the steering wheel is so cold.
Upon the girls' encouragement, I trimmed about an inch of hair off the very middle back of my neck, to even out the look of the short hair. It does look better now.
Katie cleaned house here last week. Gary did loads of raking over the weekend but didn't have time to get rid of the leaves. Today Katie finished raking and dragging leaves over to the garden. Wow! What a relief that that's done!
I cleaned out the gutters last weekend. Funny, for some reason, we didn't get to it last spring. There were a few teeny-tiny maples that had sprung up from spring's helicopters. Whew! I'm glad we didn't leave them there longer -- I hate seeing maples grow out of people's gutters.
Coat needs to go to the dry-cleaner too. Still covered with last winter's road-salt. Funny, for some reason, I didn't get that chore done in May either.
Chicken soup is my friend.
Proud, proud, proud of Katie for getting involved with village politics, where a bunch of regular folks are calling out the shenanigans of the village leaders. She's been to some public meetings, talked, and is circulating petitions. Proud of her! And proud of the 100-or-so other folks in the village who are also fed up with government spending and subterfuge.
Upon a friend's reminder of what fish oil can do for joints and nerves, I have been diligently working to remember (and oh!, it's hard to remember) to consume fish oil daily. I've also been pretty good recently about remembering mypond scum vitamins. Arachnoiditis has noticeably improved. I begin to tentatively hope that maybe, someday, I will actually "get back to normal." Maybe.
The computer mouse has been acting up recently. It's annoying, but I haven't done anything to fix it yet. (What's up with that laziness?!) Yesterday, the Blue Screen Of Death swooped upon us. The computer tried its self-repair thingy, and then we attempted going back to a restore-point. I'm scared that pretty soon it's going to keel over and die-beyond-resuscitation. But Gary did get the machine turned on last night, and I backed up photos, documents, bookmarks, and email. That's the critical stuff.
I'm sorting and cleaning out files at church. Today I think I finished the Scaer files for already-published and yet-to-be-published volumes.
a) There's so much stuff I want to nab, curl up with on the couch, and read.
b) Combine several different editors on the same project, and a variety of different concepts for organizational themes, and it turned out there was LOTS of duplicate material. The boxes are nicely thinned now without any articles being eliminated. Yee haw -- all the highs of clutter-dumping with none of the worry of "What if I need it later?"
Upon the girls' encouragement, I trimmed about an inch of hair off the very middle back of my neck, to even out the look of the short hair. It does look better now.
Katie cleaned house here last week. Gary did loads of raking over the weekend but didn't have time to get rid of the leaves. Today Katie finished raking and dragging leaves over to the garden. Wow! What a relief that that's done!
I cleaned out the gutters last weekend. Funny, for some reason, we didn't get to it last spring. There were a few teeny-tiny maples that had sprung up from spring's helicopters. Whew! I'm glad we didn't leave them there longer -- I hate seeing maples grow out of people's gutters.
Coat needs to go to the dry-cleaner too. Still covered with last winter's road-salt. Funny, for some reason, I didn't get that chore done in May either.
Chicken soup is my friend.
Proud, proud, proud of Katie for getting involved with village politics, where a bunch of regular folks are calling out the shenanigans of the village leaders. She's been to some public meetings, talked, and is circulating petitions. Proud of her! And proud of the 100-or-so other folks in the village who are also fed up with government spending and subterfuge.
Upon a friend's reminder of what fish oil can do for joints and nerves, I have been diligently working to remember (and oh!, it's hard to remember) to consume fish oil daily. I've also been pretty good recently about remembering my
The computer mouse has been acting up recently. It's annoying, but I haven't done anything to fix it yet. (What's up with that laziness?!) Yesterday, the Blue Screen Of Death swooped upon us. The computer tried its self-repair thingy, and then we attempted going back to a restore-point. I'm scared that pretty soon it's going to keel over and die-beyond-resuscitation. But Gary did get the machine turned on last night, and I backed up photos, documents, bookmarks, and email. That's the critical stuff.
I'm sorting and cleaning out files at church. Today I think I finished the Scaer files for already-published and yet-to-be-published volumes.
a) There's so much stuff I want to nab, curl up with on the couch, and read.
b) Combine several different editors on the same project, and a variety of different concepts for organizational themes, and it turned out there was LOTS of duplicate material. The boxes are nicely thinned now without any articles being eliminated. Yee haw -- all the highs of clutter-dumping with none of the worry of "What if I need it later?"
Sunday, November 09, 2014
With Two They Humbly Hid Their Feet from Sight
Isaiah 6 -- Isaiah saw the seraphim around the throne of the Lord. Each used two wings to cover his face, two wings to cover his feet, and two wings to fly.
Interesting about covering the feet.
Because when we hear about redeemer types, their feet are uncovered.
Moses (Exodus 3).
Joshua (Joshua 5).
Boaz (Ruth 3).
Jesus (Genesis 3).
Even preachers too (Isaiah 52 and John 13).
I don't know what it means, but it makes me wonder.
(And I do wonder about God becoming incarnate as a man, not as an angel.)
Interesting about covering the feet.
Because when we hear about redeemer types, their feet are uncovered.
Moses (Exodus 3).
Joshua (Joshua 5).
Boaz (Ruth 3).
Jesus (Genesis 3).
Even preachers too (Isaiah 52 and John 13).
I don't know what it means, but it makes me wonder.
(And I do wonder about God becoming incarnate as a man, not as an angel.)
Friday, November 07, 2014
Anniversary
Fun evening out tonight at the Cafe Bavaria.
A couple of weeks ago, Gary said he wanted to take us out this Friday evening to celebrate. "Celebrate what?" An anniversary.
Hmmm. Not our wedding. Not our kids' weddings. Not our parents' weddings.
No birthdays either.
I was stymied.
He finally asked, "What happened six months ago?" He said it was time to celebrate.
Andrew and Olivia and Maggie and Gary and I went out for a fabulous-tasting dinner, visiting, and lots of laughs. (And a little post-election cheering.) I got my first look at their very cute apartment! It was one of those evenings that you wish could happen more often (and are grateful for the gifts that made such a fun and extravagant evening possible).
And you know what else?
It's really really nice that my family wants to celebrate that I'm still here. It makes a person feel all warm and fuzzy and loved!
A couple of weeks ago, Gary said he wanted to take us out this Friday evening to celebrate. "Celebrate what?" An anniversary.
Hmmm. Not our wedding. Not our kids' weddings. Not our parents' weddings.
No birthdays either.
I was stymied.
He finally asked, "What happened six months ago?" He said it was time to celebrate.
Andrew and Olivia and Maggie and Gary and I went out for a fabulous-tasting dinner, visiting, and lots of laughs. (And a little post-election cheering.) I got my first look at their very cute apartment! It was one of those evenings that you wish could happen more often (and are grateful for the gifts that made such a fun and extravagant evening possible).
And you know what else?
It's really really nice that my family wants to celebrate that I'm still here. It makes a person feel all warm and fuzzy and loved!
Saturday, November 01, 2014
Your Daughter-in-Law?
Katie came to the bank today with the kids. The girls accepted stickers and colored. Matthias crawled around, causing Alia to worry that he would get into the garbage or something. Our newest employee did Katie's transactions while I flirted with the grandkids.
After my family left, the new teller asked, "So, that was your daughter-in-law?"
No. She's my daughter.
It happens over and over. When there's a substitute or a new employee, upon meeting Katie, they always assume she is my daughter-in-law, and they seem surprised that she's my daughter.
A) Different last names seems to me to indicate she had my last-name, but no longer does. But divorce is rampant, and some women don't take their husbands names anyhow. Still, wouldn't it be nice if people could take it for granted that her different-last-name meant she was my daughter?
B) Really -- why the pervasive assumption that Katie is married into the family instead of born in? I don't get it.
After my family left, the new teller asked, "So, that was your daughter-in-law?"
No. She's my daughter.
It happens over and over. When there's a substitute or a new employee, upon meeting Katie, they always assume she is my daughter-in-law, and they seem surprised that she's my daughter.
A) Different last names seems to me to indicate she had my last-name, but no longer does. But divorce is rampant, and some women don't take their husbands names anyhow. Still, wouldn't it be nice if people could take it for granted that her different-last-name meant she was my daughter?
B) Really -- why the pervasive assumption that Katie is married into the family instead of born in? I don't get it.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Korby Quote
"Jesus does not puke when He hears you or sees you."
-- Ken Korby, 1992
This is the Gospel of the Lord.
Thanks be to God!
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