Browsing the blog archives for January, 2011.



This word kinda describes my life right now.  I work a day or two a week here or there.  I clean our house occaisionally.  I do laundry when we run out of clothe.  I spent time with friends randomly.  I go on dates with my husband sporadically.  I cook food when we’re hungry.  And in the middle of all that, I feel so at rest.  A friend asked me the other day, how we were doing and if we feel busy.  And my immediate response was, “no”.  We just don’t feel busy right now and I’m loving it.  I feel so at rest.  Another friend asked me if the days get long for me when Duane drives to Lancaster to work.  And my response again was, “no”.  Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love when he gets back home, but my days are so enjoyable right now – occasionally, randomly, sporadically doing things, but mostly restful.

As I find myself in this restful place, I re-read a post from early December last year.  It feels so far away, because I’m at a completely different place right now.  This is how I concluded that post.

So my goals for this week, I mean year, or however long it takes me to learn:
– learn to accomplish tasks without a schedule (it might be called discipline?)  Do schedules prevent the learning of discipline?    Hmmm.  Gonna have to ponder that – as I accomplish my task of course.
– learn to enjoy solitude.  I think there’s a lot of good that can come out of that.   And I think I might, yeah, I just might enjoy that.

The lack of an intense schedule has given me the opportunity for rest.  And the enjoying solitude part – I’m a people person.  I love human interaction, but I really like alone time too.  And right now, I’m just so grateful for rest and how it has changed my perspectives.

Heard an interesting sermon this morning on the good Samaritan.  The part that I keep pondering was the preachers comment that the Samaritans attitude was “if I have it and you need it, you can have it”.  And as I think about what might be real needs around me, the needs that come to mind are not physical needs.  The needs I see are needs for peace, for rest, for hope, for grace, for forgiveness.  So I’m left to wonder how I can offer these things to those I come in contact with this week and month and year.


Memories saved in the brain


Saturday I had the privilege of  making the trek to Lancaster to spend part of the day with my mom & sisters aka “the Aaron Ladies” (we’re all part of the tribe of Aaron).  We went out to lunch at this fun cafe “Lickety Split”.  That name in itself brings up lots of memories in my brain.  Lickety Split started out as an ice-cream truck that traveled to different towns different nights of the week.  Wednesday was the night it hit Blue Ball.  And I remember many a night sitting at the dinner table, hearing the faint sound of ice-cream music, and dashing out the front door.  My favorite thing from them was the dusty road sundae.

And thinking about those night makes me think of my neighbors (they were often out for ice-cream too) and their family and how two of there family members are gone and how life constantly changes.

And it takes me back to the days when life was simple and we played ball in the back yard with dad.  And we should do that again.  Just for memories sake.  But we’ll never be able to totally recapture what once was.  Which urges me to totally engage with what is right now.

How’s that for a trip down memory lane.  Back to the present.  We had a fun lunch together.  And I had huge regret the moment I realized I had forgotten my camara.  I was so annoyed, cause how else do you preserve memories if you don’t have pictures to look at.

And then I remembered my brain and how my brain has it’s own snapshots preserved from years gone by.  So a few snapshots from my brain. . .

1.  The moment someone saw the sign “Drink coffee – do stupid things faster” and how we thought Michele should wear it around her neck the rest of the day because she had just unwillingly pulled an almost all-nighter due to caffeine.

2.  The moment we sunk our teeth into those delicious sandwiches.  They’re calling me back.

3.  The moment of just being.  Being together around a table, all adult woman, talking without distractions.  Soaking up the moment of quality time with the Aaron ladies.

I really should give my brain more credit and appreciation for the snapshots it takes.  But I really should push my brain to remember to take along that other memory storing device  – a camara.

But I’m thankful for memory and am praying with my Grandpa for a clear mind to the end so the memories from the past and the moments of now, be preserved.

Oh, and one more snapshot from the day.  I spent a bit of time at my childhood home with my parents and my brothers.  Except my brothers weren’t there.  Some one has gone and replaced my little, silly, annoying, cuddly, brothers with grown men.  These men weren’t little, still silly and maybe annoyingly so.  Not so cuddly – more rough.  Grown ups who kinda know a few things.  Taller then me and even dad.  I think I like these grown men, but I do wonder what happened to my little brothers.

My brain has a lot of work to do remembering things past and capturing the moment.

Remember & Capture

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The Similarities (and differences) Between Me and a Farmer’s Wife – My Perspective


So today I’ve been pondering how similar my life is to that of a farmer’s wife.  Yes, I have lots of pondering time these days.  So here’s the list of similarities I came up with:

1.  I cook a real lunch and my husband comes in from the (computer) field for his noon day meal.
2.  It seems I always have a pile of dishes to do.  I can’t be certain, but in my imaginations the farmer’s wife always has lots of dishes to do.
3.  I take a drink to the field (computer field that is) for my husband.  I think the farmer’s wife takes her husband’s drink in a tin bucket, though.  I usually just take a mug of hot drink.
4.  I just finished cutting up, packing, and freezing the meat we got from the butcher shop.  Hmm, I’m thinking maybe the farmer’s wife would do the butchering herself, so I guess we have a slight difference here.  But butchering happened nonetheless.
5.  We live on a plot of land.
6.  I get up early.  I think the farmer’s wife gets up before 8:00.  Correct me if I’m wrong.
7.  I like feeding cattle (like once or twice a year when we go to visit Duane’s parents).  This might be a difference though, cause I can’t be certain that the farmer’s wife enjoys feeding cattle.

I came up with a few differences also:

1.  I look out my kitchen window and see bricks.  The farmer’s wife looks out her kitchen window and sees dirt.  But wait.  Bricks are made of dirt, so maybe that’s a similarity.
2.  My plot of land is point something of an acre.  I think the farmer’s wife might actually live on a couple acres.
3.  My husband’s “field” is upstairs.  Not so for a farmer.

All this to say:  I like having my husband work from home.  And I’d never make a good farmer’s wife.  And I do, at times, ponder more serious matters as well.