Two Halves of a Perfect Whole

 

Two Halves of a Perfect Whole

Receiving love is only half of what love is.  Giving love is the other half. 

Mother demonstrates her love by raising and caring for her Daughter.

But when Mother gets older and ill, Daughter demonstrates her love by caring for her Mother.

Love given and received, as God intended.

I wrote this when I heard that Sleepless, a young friend of mine through DD and this blog, is going through hard times with her mother, who is now hospitalized.  I know that her mother has been having serious health problems for quite a while, and that Sleepless has been doing alot of driving taking her out of town for treatments.

Her mother is blessed to have a daughter like her.  But, I’m sure Sleepless would say she is only demonstrating the love that her mother first taught to her as she grew up.

The love between them, given and received, are two halves of a perfect whole.

May God bless both of them with comfort and peace during this hard time.  And His assurance that He loves and cares for them both.

My prayers are with you and your mother, Sleepless.

Apple Crisp . . . A Sure Sign of Fall

 

Fall and Apples!  Forever linked in my mind.  So, here is my favorite light apple crisp recipe again in case you, like us, are ready for a traditional Fall dessert.

My Favorite Simple, Light  Apple Crisp

Pre-heat oven to 375 degrees 

Fill an 8″x8″ pan 3/4 full with peeled, sliced apples (will take most of a bag of apples).

Sprinkle with *1/3 C. Granulated Splenda (make sure it’s the “granulated” in a big yellow bag)

Combine in medium bowl to make crumble top:  1 C. flour — *1 C. Granulated Splenda — 1 t. baking powder — 3/4 t. salt — 1 egg.  Sprinkle these crumbles on top of apples.

 *Note that Splenda is used in two different places.  And that the same measurements of regular sugar can be used instead.

Melt 3/4 STICK butter, and pour evenly over top.

Sprinkle with cinnamon.

Bake at 375 degrees for 30-40 minutes.

Serve warm with Edy’s sugar-free vanilla ice cream. 

Wonderful!

 

Drop Dead Diva

 

    Brooke Elliott stars as Jane.

I don’t watch many TV series any more, mainly because they tend to promote low morals (and IQ’s) and tend to have lazy scripts that just depend on raunchy words or situations for their very predictable storylines.

So, I have to tell you about a new series I am watching called Drop Dead Diva.  It is on the Lifetime channel at 9 p.m. on Sunday night.  And it is different.

The very original premise of this show is that Deb, a young, blonde, somewhat shallow model dies at the same time as Jane, a 30-something, plus-size attorney.  When Deb gets to Heaven’s gate and talks to Fred the admitting angel, she reaches over and hits the return button on his computer in hopes it will send her back to Earth.  It does in fact do that, but into the body of the attorney, Jane. 

So, the story line is a sweet one about her dealing with her new, bigger body and her new higher intellect, and, as Jane, ending up working in the same law firm as Deb’s attorney boyfriend.  Sometimes seeing her look at him and long for what might have been is sad, but just when I wondered if that story line was going to keep the show from “moving on”, a love interest has started developing between her and another attorney!  (This  is one more role that I think is cast perfectly.  He’s just been introduced, but I find their attraction for each other very natural and believeable.)  Hurray for Jane!

I think this is just a very well written, perfectly cast and well acted series.  And I recommend it because it sometimes makes me smile, and many times makes me think, and then sometimes is poignant and brings tears to my eyes.  The characters are ones I actually care about, especially Jane. 

Brooke Elliott and the writers do a wonderful job of making Jane a smart, attractive, interesting person, and also a clever, caring and successful attorney.

I remember my fiction writing professor told us that the true test of an excellent book is if it makes you want to turn the page to see what happens next. 

Well, if you apply that rule to TV series’, this is an excellent show.  Because at the end of each episode, I am not only glad I watched but I look forward to seeing what happens in Jane’s life next. 

A well-spent hour.

The Hired Help …

 

oops.  I mean the retired help!

Remember this cabinet?

I wrote about its evolution from TV cabinet, to scrapbooking cabinet, to sewing cabinet  here.

But, I never mentioned one very important part of the story about that cabinet.

   How it got to this guest bedroom . . .

  at the end of this not-terribly-wide hallway . . .

    up this not-terribly-wide stairway . . .

   while first maneuvering around the tight turn at the landing (yes, I did removed the candles to give them the maximum wiggle room).

  At least they didn’t have to carry it through the house from Hubby’s workshop.  They took it outside and brought it in the front door, right at the bottom of the steps.

So, who were the “they” who did this monumental task for me?  That would be the “retired help” (not to be confused with “hired help” because that would indicate some form of payment for their services!).  “They” were Hubby’s two brothers … also in their sixties.

This is the sort of job that people our age would usually ask their grown sons or sons-in-law to help with, but unfortunately we don’t have any of those who live anywhere close, so Hubby asked his two brothers if they would come over and help him carry it upstairs.  And, let me just tell you their dad, Art, raised three boys who seldom say “I can’t do that”.  They are “get it done” kind of guys, even as they have aged and have a few more aches and pains.

So, the three brothers wrestled the cabinet up the steps and down the hall to its current “home” in the guest bedroom.  And, I am eternally grateful to them.  I love it.

By the way, as they started up the stairs, brother Denny said, “This makes me wish Art had had more sons!”

To which brother Keith replied as he lifted his end of the really heavy cabinet, “Well, it makes me wish Art had had younger sons!”

Thanks, guys … for doing the heavy lifting for me, and also for making me laugh!

Hard to work into casual conversation

 

When was the last time you said, “Well, that’s chatoyant!”  I’m guessing, not recently, if ever.

Hubby asked me this morning, out of the blue, how to spell chatoyancy.

I, being my always articulate self, said, “Huh?”

He said the word had just crossed his mind (he’s got to stop working so many crossword puzzles!) and he couldn’t picture how to spell it.

I told him I didn’t remember ever hearing that word.  But he reminded me that years ago when he had given me an opal ring, I wore it to work and Art, a very well-spoken co-worker, told me the stone had beautiful chatoyancy.  I remember now that I came home and told Hubby the word that Art had used to describe my opal.  It made the stone sound soooo, special.

But I had long since forgotten the word, until Hubby brought it up this morning.  So, we started trying to look it up in the dictionary — shitoyency, shytoyency, chytoyency, chitoyency, chetoyency, chytoiency, you get the idea.  I’ve always said that using a dictionary has one major flaw — you have to have some idea of how to spell the word, in order to find it!  And, I have to say, I am never impressed with Spell Check.  I tried putting some variations into a text document and then used the Spell Check, and with each try it either suggested a really far out alternative word, or just said it had no suggestions.

But perseverance does pay off, and we finally found it.

chatoyant\sha-‘toi-ent\ n: [variation of the French word, chatoyer to shine like a cat’s eye]: having a changeable luster or color with an undulating narrow band of white light (a chatoyant  gem)

So, if you have a friend with an opal, look for a chance to use this word to impress her with your vocabulary! 

And, if you happen to find a way to use it in another context, be sure to let me know.  I’ll try to impress “Mr. Obscure Word” Hubby with it.

Happy Saturday!

For the Love of Photography

 

Yes, I think I can say I love photography, and no one is more surprised than me.  All of the years I was growing up and Mama was taking pictures at every gathering (she was a recorder of people and events most of the time as opposed to looking for pretty pictures), I have to admit it was sometimes a little inconvenient that, whatever was going on, there would routinely be times when everyone had to stop what they were doing and gather together so that Mama could record the moment with a photograph.

But now, when I look back through all the albums of her photographs, I am so thankful that she loved photography.  It is so much fun to look at pictures of events that I have lived and even ones that were before I was alive.  But they’re all there, recorded by Mama’s faithful camera.  And, I love sharing some of those old pictures with you too.

Of course, writing a blog and wanting to share with you what I see (or what Mama saw), was what finally kick started my interest in photography, so in that vein, here are a couple shots of sky, one of my favorite subjects, I’ve snapped recently with my old faithful Kodak.

Thank you, Mama, for planting the seeds of interest in photography in me all during my growing-up years.  All these years later I am enjoying it so much and I look forward to thanking you in person when we meet again.

A dependable back-up is priceless!

 

Just ask Jim Sorgi! Do you recognize his name?  Probably not, unless you’re a Colts fan.  He is the long-time back-up quarterback for the Indianapolis Colts.  And he is a very good quarterback when he gets a chance to play.  Unfortunately, he is the back-up to Peyton Manning who hardly ever needs a back-up.

But, Jim Sorgi is always ready and very good when he’s called upon … just like my Kodak Easy Share camera.

You may remember that I dropped my new, favorite Panasonic Lumix a couple months ago, and it has been sent to the factory for repairs.  When Hubby gave it to me for Christmas, it immediately became my favorite camera because it was small enough that I could carry it in my purse.  So it became my “starter” and Kodak was put on the shelf as my back-up.

So, with my Lumix on “injured reserve”, my back-up Kodak  is off the bench (shelf) and filling  in admirably, just like Jim Sorgi does for the Colts.

Yesterday morning before sunrise, I turned on the backyard lights so that I could take some trash out, and noticed how one light was shining on these bushes and rockers.  So, I came in and got my ol’ trusty Kodak and took some pictures. 

 

When I get my little Lumix “purse camera” back, Mr. Kodak will go back to the shelf in a closet.  But he will do so with the satisfaction of knowing that he filled in admirably when he was called upon!

A dependable back-up is priceless.