So my sister says to me, "Are ya gonna blog sometime, or am I gonna have to quit going to your page to check it out?" She should talk, she blogs about once a month. So yes, I need to blog. I've been pretty busy, but all the same, it's time to get to writing.
I have been in a cleaning project, trying to get some things ready for my daughter's yard sale, and just going through stuff. I've thrown some things out (do we really need to keep receipts for car repairs on cars we haven't owned in 2 or 3 years?) and a few days ago, I coerced the Man into sitting at the desk and going through a large pile of keys-I found several sets in the desk drawers, and a few behind a partition in the top drawer-like a secret stash. And lo and behold, what should appear from behind the partition-a lost set of keys to a Ford van we owned several years ago. I remember looking everywhere for those keys, and now, 5 years later, I find them.
As part of this cleaning out, I've found several old cassette tapes and have been listening to them-one of my mother and my daughter when she was about 2, another one of New Year's wishes from I think 1982 when some of our family was gathered at my mother's sister's home, one titled the "Plank Family Singers", one of a conference call between us siblings in 1984, and one that my dad made in 1982 talking about his early years. I'm going to give them to my brother, who says he can digitize them and burn them cd-tapes are pretty fragile after 20 years. I don't know if my children will even be interested in listening to these, but I was fascinated to hear my dad's voice again, telling stories about riding a horse to school, about their first car in 1917, and of my mother and my aunt expressing their hopes for the new year in 1982.
Between these tapes and reading my brother's post about sounds he remembers at night from the home place, I'm feeling pretty nostalgic. Hearing those sounds and being comforted by them is what drives me to escape from the city-I hear owls and trains where I'm at, but it's all the other stuff that crowds in that I don't wanna hear (and see) which makes me crazy. Recently I've heard a loud car drive several times up and down the street, heard yelling between car windows as two cars passed by each other in front of my house, and saw (and heard) a man relieving himself in my neighbor's yard after too much to drink. There are days I can't stand it, and then, I make myself say, "I choose to be content where I am and with what I have, until such time that I am moved..." And that's the end of that story.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Independence
The first week of "vacation" has come and gone, and here it is, already Tuesday of the second week. The past couple of days my son and his serious relationshipee from Wisconsin, the lovely Dara, have been visiting, and we have enjoyed seeing them. On Sunday, our congregation also enjoyed hearing him play Handel's "Largo" on the organ, and an arrangement of "Sanctuary" on the piano for the offertory. They are on their way back to Dara's home, and probably some cooler temperatures than what it is here in Kansas.
I've done some yard work yesterday and today, but as usual, it was a frustrating experience. I did spray for weeds and plant some flowers, however, I did not complete 2 tasks I had in mind. The first was to start the tiller and plow up a little spot out here in front of the house for more flower planting. You would think that a grown woman, with relatively normal arm and hand strength, would be able to start a 2 cycle tiller. It's one of the little ones that you see elderly people pushing along in advertisements. Try as I might, however, I was not able to rip the cord with enough power to start the engine. I even read the directions regarding priming, and where to place my left hand, yadda yadda, but to no avail. Now the lawn mower, I do have problems starting it-it's a bigger engine and I have to yank really hard. It takes several tries, and I'm exhausted by the time it's running. But this tiller-I'm just disgusted that I can't start it. I stood out there and wondered what I would do if I had no spouse or son to call in order to help me get it going. It happens that Josh will be over tomorrow to mow, so I'm going to have him give me tiller lessons, but sheesh.
Secondly, the Man told me this morning before he went to work just where I could find a box of edging to finish a project I had started. I thought, well, if I can't till, I can work on that. Did I find the edging? No. Is it where he said it was? No. Is in anywhere on our property? No. I spent time looking for that, and again, failed in my quest. By now, it's 10:00 and getting warm out, so I guess I'm done outside for the day until evening.
I really hate being dependent on someone for something. I think to myself, the last thing I want to become, if something happens to the Man, is a woman who cannot mow, trim, start tillers, replace toilet seats, caulk, or change furnace filters. If I had to do it by myself, then I'd better know how to do it. It's nice to have someone to do it for you, if they don't mind, but there's something to be said about living independently and managing your own business if you are physically able to do so. My young friend Candace, a single person, bought a house a couple of years ago. She told me a few months ago that if she doesn't do the repairs, they don't get done, so she's learned to do a lot of that maintenance stuff all on her own. I admire her and that streak of independence. Although I loved my mother, I think she was semi-helpless when it came to taking care of stuff like that. If my dad would have passed on before her, she would not have been able to do a lot of that herself, but-then again, maybe she would have surprised me (and herself).
In my quest for independence, I'm going to sign up for tiller lessons from my son. Maybe along this line, I'll have him show me how to check the oil in my car (I have a vague idea) and put water in the radiator. I am woman, hear me......bleat like a sheep when things need done. Will that be my theme?
I've done some yard work yesterday and today, but as usual, it was a frustrating experience. I did spray for weeds and plant some flowers, however, I did not complete 2 tasks I had in mind. The first was to start the tiller and plow up a little spot out here in front of the house for more flower planting. You would think that a grown woman, with relatively normal arm and hand strength, would be able to start a 2 cycle tiller. It's one of the little ones that you see elderly people pushing along in advertisements. Try as I might, however, I was not able to rip the cord with enough power to start the engine. I even read the directions regarding priming, and where to place my left hand, yadda yadda, but to no avail. Now the lawn mower, I do have problems starting it-it's a bigger engine and I have to yank really hard. It takes several tries, and I'm exhausted by the time it's running. But this tiller-I'm just disgusted that I can't start it. I stood out there and wondered what I would do if I had no spouse or son to call in order to help me get it going. It happens that Josh will be over tomorrow to mow, so I'm going to have him give me tiller lessons, but sheesh.
Secondly, the Man told me this morning before he went to work just where I could find a box of edging to finish a project I had started. I thought, well, if I can't till, I can work on that. Did I find the edging? No. Is it where he said it was? No. Is in anywhere on our property? No. I spent time looking for that, and again, failed in my quest. By now, it's 10:00 and getting warm out, so I guess I'm done outside for the day until evening.
I really hate being dependent on someone for something. I think to myself, the last thing I want to become, if something happens to the Man, is a woman who cannot mow, trim, start tillers, replace toilet seats, caulk, or change furnace filters. If I had to do it by myself, then I'd better know how to do it. It's nice to have someone to do it for you, if they don't mind, but there's something to be said about living independently and managing your own business if you are physically able to do so. My young friend Candace, a single person, bought a house a couple of years ago. She told me a few months ago that if she doesn't do the repairs, they don't get done, so she's learned to do a lot of that maintenance stuff all on her own. I admire her and that streak of independence. Although I loved my mother, I think she was semi-helpless when it came to taking care of stuff like that. If my dad would have passed on before her, she would not have been able to do a lot of that herself, but-then again, maybe she would have surprised me (and herself).
In my quest for independence, I'm going to sign up for tiller lessons from my son. Maybe along this line, I'll have him show me how to check the oil in my car (I have a vague idea) and put water in the radiator. I am woman, hear me......bleat like a sheep when things need done. Will that be my theme?
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