Inquiring minds?

April 26th, 2015

So where has D been of late? It’s been another staycation. Friend from Winfield music festival came to visit, Pam T, with her daughter Sarah, and s i l Jason. We managed to find a few good places to eat, take a jazz cruise on the river, and cruise Frenchman Street and the bar scene there. The music outdoors was my favorite, as it’s too loud for me in the small inside venues. Just causes tinnitus. Age I suspect.

Every year on Pentecost Sunday the worship committee makes up stars with names of different gifts of the Spirit. I have them posted on my wall as a reminder. Courage. Wisdom. Fine gifts. Last Monday I screwed up my courage and went to display my courage by attending a Session meeting to propose a program for the church. Oddly enough, the session meeting had been cancelled and I met with the pastor and one, and got some encouragement to go on with such a plan. So today I buttonholed the elder who has part the portfolio of Christian Ed, and proposed that we get some sort of a program going. Another woman nearby had a book she thought would make a great study, so at least things are moving on that front. Next weekend I’ll be at a retreat for quilting, but I plan to wrap that up early so I can come home and get to church. Something is afoot…attendance seems to be up, so there may be more gifts of the spirit.

I recall thinking that my camera had taken quite a few licks and survived. But at a plantation tour, I looked down and discovered the LCD was broken. It’s not strictly needed to take a picture, but the feedback is lacking and settings are difficult without it. So Nikon gets a camera to repair. 10 years, second trip to the shop. But I just need to print the information and shipping labels, pack it up and get it mended. So unless it costs more than an new camera, I am pleased.

Blessings from the end of a firehose!

April 21st, 2015

As we discussed our responses to the BSF questions this today, and as I reviewed the readings this morning, I noticed how much this last week I was expressing gratitude.

Then I log in here and find comments from Gail and Julie, which is wonderful… as Gail notes, most tiny personal blogs have melted away into the much more commercial type of stuff…. I long to play with the camera and maybe try to craft an sonnet a day, but alas, it requires dedicated time. Today, BSF, and finishing up to the pin basting of a quilt I hope to finish at a quilt retreat next weekend. Yesterday, Carlo came over from New Orleans, and we had a nice visit before he went back to gather the grandgirls. Spoke with him this evening, and he is in Houston with the little ones (who will visit their auntie for a couple of days.) Yesterday evening I screwed up my courage and went to a session meeting which had been cancelled so I visited with the pastor and the one elder who showed up, and they didn’t seem to think I was nuts to want to do some sort of VBS for grown ups, or initiate a Bible study. This will be a huge commitment if I get ‘er done. Sunday was church and then the bridge team game in Lacombe (which is not how you do your Sabbath honoring thing.) The point here is that for a lazy old gal, I stay incredibly busy.

Bread, Gail, bread. I bake every day a small portion (except Sunday… I bake double on Saturday.) The New Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day: The discovery…. A gift from Sara S. Way wonderful. I get up, and form a small loaf, fold clothes, get the kitchen going and bake the loaf, and get out and walk. It really has worked for me.

Tomorrow, I get to share some of the things I love about New Orleans, and I’ll need to get the camera loaded with battery and memory card, because this is going to be fun.

My “Breath of God” quilt will be waiting for me to decide what I want to stitch on it to hold it together. By Thursday, I’ll be back into the busy part of the week. What’s up with this retirement stuff. No boring life here!

Life is still good, change is hard, and God is still faithful.

Truth? Beauty?

April 15th, 2015

Moses in the closing chapters of Deuteronomy offers the choice. Life and good, or death and evil. Keep my Law and circumsize your heart. (Circumscribe?) Julie is seeing some of the same connections to Moses’ exhorting the Israelites to choose God and live, and not the little g gods that we construct of wood or woodenheaded thinking.

Do you recall as I do sitting in class reading about the Greeks and Athenian culture, thunderstruck. They lived so long ago and were thinking about the same questions of meaning of life as I inarticulately nursed. But somehow I got the intuitive flash of a unified TRUTH, which had lots of directions from which we can approach it, but we’re still looking at little pieces of the same big thing. What I had no idea of is what Gagdad is on about today. We can believe that there is a truth to be found and continue always in the quest to conform ourselves and our lives to that truth, or we can look the other direction, and make up sh*t about how there is no truth, and we all make up our own meaning. So instead of conforming our lives to the true and the beautiful, we buy the LIE, and choose death. If there’s an ever growing spiral of spiritual ascent, there’s a complementary death spiral where those teachers in Atlanta live who couldn’t admit their role in the cheating scandal, now get to cool their heels in the hoosegow. More deserved jail time I cannot imagine. Teach the lie.

The curses Moses enumerated for the people who cease to live in the covenant relationship God offered, are the curses available through all time… God doesn’t live in time, and so his perspective includes the horrors described as curses, and later in biblical history (HIS story.) And in the fractured fractal at the intersection of time and eternity, we still consume our children in the siege. We lie with our brothers get caught up in the whirlwind, a world of no meaning. If it feels good…

Or, as Job’s wife advised… curse God and die.

Blessings of the day

March 27th, 2015

So many blessings, so easily forgotten, or unnoticed.
1). My daily bread.
fresh bread
2). My friend S— who gave me a copy of the book on artisan breads.
3). My many friends who touch my daily life. A few? C— the walking buddy, D— who gets me to BSF. That’s just so far today.
4). My Heavenly Father, the triune God of my fathers.
5). The commenters on Gagdad’s blog who point out some sights on the road. Currently
6). This book

And I’ve fought posting from an iPad long enough. I’ll go taste the daily bread, insert the photo, and do some quilting, shopping, and baking for bridge tonight.

High Water

March 25th, 2015

Da Bob is singing my song today. Inspiration (the inbreathing of the spirit or breath of God?) and Creativity. Bob’s dancing in one of my “experienced” God moments.

No great creative here, but just as I feel the positive forces around me when I get out and exercise these old limbs, I have the same sort of experience of making quilt blocks, cleaning out bins of fabric scraps, trying to find a photo and maybe editing it a bit… nothing too creative, but always an attempt to capture the Spirit that blows past. A friend gave me the book on making Artisan bread in five minutes a day. I’m loving it! I’d take a picture and show you my mini loaf of du jour, but alas it’s cooled, I was hungry, and the inner big bad wolf took over. Eye candy, but it works internally as well! Anyway, I’m taking daily bread to a whole new level!

And in the ebb and flow of the seasons, the calendar turned to spring, and so did the weather. Rain and higher temps. Rain and more rain. One flood warning gets past and the rains come again.

High Water

Pre spring on the swamp. Went over to Crawford’s landing to walk the other day, and the water is about as high as I’ve ever seen it. I’m wondering if the guys at the Corps of Engineers are getting antsy about opening flood gates on the Mississippi. It’s high too.

And so is the creative flow through my little existence. I’m reading more, and loving it. Wanting to write, join a photography club and learn more, but…. alas, I overextend easily. So.. off to fix the passenger side rear view mirror. Door jamb on the garage jumped out and hit it HARD. TWICE! Needed body work. It’s been done for a while, better go get the piece and snap it back on.

Looks to be a good day. Go read Gagdad.

My Idol

March 23rd, 2015

March Blueberries

I started the morning working on bread baking and catching up on my Bible study. Not caught up yet, but I’m going to get pretty close. Moses had the men who had taken foreign wives and started worshiping Baal hung. Aaron’s grandson chased some down and ran them through. Sin is to be taken seriously!

The photo was taken as I was about to head out into a “passtime” which can overcome it’s proper bounds and become a serious idol in my life. I’m doing better at keeping it in proportion, but perhaps it needs to be run through and run out of my life. Do I love my bridge game so much that I cannot use it to witness? I’d hoped to be a “kinder, gentler” player and did pretty well at that. But actual witness, I may never do. “Serve the Lord, and when necessary use words.” Will I ever see a necessity? Meanwhile I’ve got to whack a passtime back, prune its piece of my days and ways.

The bread will be out in 20 minutes and I will need to have my walking shoes on and be ready to roll. Carolyn is too patient with me and the ways I can procrastinate. Need to call the vet as well. Tootie may have an abcess that needs to be dealt with. In any case she needs some shots. Into the day. Grab yourself some of the blessings herein.

A bit more than 24 hours at home

March 20th, 2015

And I’m finding my bearings.

swamp in japanese asthetic

And I’m listening to Camile Paglia

Glad to be home. Balance is hard to find.

Into the quarter finals!

March 13th, 2015

At the nationals. One event started. We won the first round of a knockout event. Ie, single elimination tournament. Sixteen teams in our bracket, and now down to eight. Now to try and do right for another 24 hands. Good luck to us.

We won again tonight. Tomorrow it’s two head to head semi final matches. The fun continues.


March 12th, 2015

More fun with geese

Don’t know that I’d heard geese honk and hiss as they did with Toots barking as they recovered the wet bread crumbs the Mistress Sadie tossed.

I’m off to NO first run today. The American Contract Bridge League is holding the spring national tournament in New Orleans. I’m trying not to concentrate on the “expensive,” and more on the fun.

I’ll bunk at my daughter’s which cuts down on convenience some, but it makes a big dent in expenses. And the girls get to baby sit Tootie.

Spoke to Tania today. She’s geared up to go into nervous prostration as we did for residency match day with her sister. And what’s the cause of the nerves? The lottery for the first preference for a charter school for kindergarten! Mistress Miranda will be in school, somewhere. And siblings get preference, so it’s got a double jeopardy feel to it. But for kindergarten, we go into major apoplexy? Easier for me to say. Not my kids. For the record I did backflips getting Tania educated when we had some cash to try and do well by her. And in the grand inequality picture, her younger sisters did not get near as much worry. Somehow they survived. So I’m guessing Miranda will do fine wherever, and Sadie will do fine going where ever her sister lights.

Spring day in the park

March 10th, 2015

walking geese

Sadie knew exactly how she wanted to spend the time with Grandma while Miranda took her dance class. She wanted to feed the ducks. I wanted a camera because city park was feeding the photographic muse. Turned out the camera wasn’t in the city with me. Phone cameras now are quite good!

We broke up the heel on a loaf of bread at her house and hurried back to the park. She was delighted to feed the ducks. Or geese, which were more plentiful where we were. When the bread was exhausted, and the doggy’s continued interest in goose harassment was evident, the geese went around behind us and took a stroll!

One last tidbit from the visit to the girls… every Friday they have to clean out their cubby with nap blankets and so forth. I was delighted to see the wonderful blanket their great aunts Nita and Ina May made. It was in Sadie’s cubby.

I’m down for the evening now…. will be reading notes on Numbers 20. Thought provoking the different ways people in our group read and understand. Someone stated that Moses had sinned every day. The contrary view was put forth. I only note this because people don’t often comment on what someone else has said. I’d like to see more of that. So did Moses sin every day as we humans are wont?