One of the things that impressed me while i was visiting my folks, is how beautifully organized my mother is. She's not organized in the creepy way you see in docudramas about disturbed people or anything. But really organized. I noticed when i was looking for a plate or something and saw that the inside of her cabinet was pretty. Not just stacked nicely. It was pretty. "Where, oh where, are my pretty cabinet genes?" They have to be in there somewhere, don't they?
When i came happily home to the happiness of a non-snowy Texas winter, i was disappointed that i was disappointed when i walked into my own house -- because my mom's is SO much better. Well, not her house exactly -- although my parents do have a pretty awesome house, and finished basements are great! But, what i mean is, she just really keeps a nice house, and i'm kind of jealous. She's really really good at this stuff. And i'm....well, not as much.
Happily, at the end of my vacation to Michigan, i had another week of vacation reserved for hanging around my house and doing what i feel like at the time. And i have been spending it, largely, in an attempt to awaken my mother's pretty cabinet genes. Today was pretty successful in that area.
Well, i don't have a lot in the way of cabinets in my house just yet. What i do have is drawers. With great happiness, lots and lots of drawers. The great thing about a drawer is that you can throw a lot of random objects into it, and it will contain them and help you to believe that you are organized. Likewise, the bad thing about a drawer is that you can throw a lot of random objects into it, and it will contain them and help you to believe that you are organized. See what i did there?
I have a specific bank of such drawers in my kitchen which has come to serve as a sort of tool and nail and screw drop of bucket, and boy was it a mess! This afternoon, i gained the courage to tackle the hoards of random useful items that i have multiples of but might never use for lack of ability to locate them in the horrible mess, and i conquered it.
And now i'm very sleepy, and i have to go to bed.
Thanks, Mom, for the genes and the inspiration.
I can totally find my glue now. It's awesome.
I'm going to sleep better tonight; i just know it....dreaming of organized drawers and genetically pretty cabinets.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
After postponing and replanning our trip to see my family in the great white north, at least twice, my gun-slingin super hero (who did not sling his gun in Michigan because you get arrested for that sort of thing up there), and i finally got to make our trip to Michigan and spent most of a week visiting my Mom and my Dad and my Morfar (which for you English-speakers is my mother's dad, or my grandfather, Pappaw, Grampy, or whathaveyou).
We drove, which proved to be very exciting, and i have so many moments i don't want to forget, that i might have to write about our trip for the next month or so. And i apologize ahead of time if i bore you, but in addition to writing for the entertainment or edification of my public (that's hilarious!), i also use this blog as a calendar that doesn't get lost in my filing cabinet.
That's just not good cat food.
What i'm saying, is it helps me remember stuff.
Our previous plan for our trip was in January, and in order to attempt to avoid some snow, we had planned a route through Nashville, Tennessee; Louisville, Kentucky; and Indianapolis; and as part of our exciting vacation plans, i had searched out interesting restaurants on Food Network (dot com) that we could visit along the way. But by the time we got to leave on Valentine's Day, the current "polar vortex" seemed to have its aim on the deep south, so we reverted back to a route that followed from Texarkana, to Little Rock, to Indianapolis, to Lansing, Michigan, to Mom and Dad and Morfar.
I attempted some seat-of-the-pants restaurant picks and was mostly unsuccessful in finding anything particularly (or at all) impressive, but when we got to the last day of our trip northward, and as dinner time approached, i realized with great delight, that we would get to visit my very most looked-forward-to as-seen-on-tv exciting restaurant, in Potterville, Michigan. I told you about it before. It's called, Joe's Gizzard City. And if you had any idea how i feel about a gizzard, you would know that i have been looking forward to my Gizzard Sampler Platter, a hearty portion of traditional, garlic & herb, and cajun flavor, with a side of cocktail sauce......like a hungry cat whose heart and body leap as though it has never been fed at the very first sound of the piercing of the can of cat food by the can opener. I love a gizzard.
So we navigated our way through the dark, snowy streets of Potterville, found our chosen Dive, and ordered our dinner. This isn't a food review, so i'll just tell you that this was both very exciting and exceptionally disappointing.
But we ate a little, had really really bad iced tea, did not plan to return to Gizzard City (like ever), and finally made it to our destination. My parents' finished basement served as the hands down best ever hotel stay on our trip.
That's just not good cat food.
Posted by Beth at 10:22 PM
Saturday, January 25, 2014
When i was in college, our school had a chaplain, whose name i don't remember. He was sincere, kind of dramatic, had a great speaking voice, and often struck a caricature thinking man type pose, multiple times during his sermons, a behavior which made him the subject of good-hearted mimicry and laughter on many occasions. But we loved him, and he helped teach us wisdom, and even though i don't remember his name, i find that God used him to make a valuable impact on my life.
Thinking Man Chaplain often told us about lessons he had learned from his mentor, whose name, also, i don't remember. But one of the very often repeated lessons that Thinking Man Chaplain had learned from his mentor was, to practice, "hindsight in a foresight position." You know, because "hindsight is always 20/20," and foresight is where you are before you can see clearly where your choices will lead.
This is a very difficult concept. Hindsight is 20/20 because you already did it! How can you have hindsight before you experience something?!
I'm not sure if i ever fully understood what Thinking Man Chaplain was trying to explain to us, but over the years since then, the phrase has echoed in my mind, and i've learned to play a little game with myself when considering a decision or an opportunity.
I imagine myself in the future, i look backward at a situation or decision that i face right now, and ask myself, "will i regret this?" or "will i regret not doing this?" Better yet, i ask myself if the sacrifice i make now will be worth the benefit in the future. Or if the future sacrifice that my present actions will dictate, will be worth the present benefit. What outweighs what?
This game i play, in the pursuit of wisdom, has helped me and my Gun Slingin' Super Hero to make some really good decisions in our life and in our marriage. It helps us to semi-objectively evaluate our motivations and our values, to make corrections, which helps us avoid the ramifications of inaction or impulsiveness.The pictures that i form in my mind about what i perceive to be the outcome of my actions, are the things that make it easier and possible to take, and continue to take or avoid, action that i would not otherwise be willing to endure.
This lesson has been heavy in our humble household lately, as we consider some important goals and prepare to make some significant sacrifices in favor of what we value to be of great and eternal importance. Because the things we do and don't do, really do have eternal importance.
Posted by Beth at 5:36 PM