Sky High Beauty

March 31, 2011

Sky pictures from Oklahoma.

A Long Blink

March 30, 2011

They were sitting in the living room visiting.  The room was fairly dark except for indirect afternoon sunlight coming in through the windows.  He was sitting in front of the windows.  She was sitting on the sofa facing him, so he was backlit by the windows and his face was somewhat shadowed.

It had been a busy, fun but tiring week so she was thinking how nice a nap would feel.  But, gosh, they didn’t get to visit that often and he would be leaving tomorrow.  So, she decided napping would just have to wait until after he was gone.

They were discussing the Count of Monte Cristo — a book he was reading and recommending to her.  Even though she hadn’t read the book, she had seen two movies based on the book, so she was familiar with the main characters and plot.

All of a sudden she noticed he had stopped talking and was just looking at her.  So she said, “Well, it does sound like I would enjoy that book.”  And then she said she needed to go start preparations for supper, so they moved into the kitchen, where they continued to chat as she prepared supper.

Later, he mentioned to Dad that he thought maybe he and the kids had stayed one day too long.  When Dad asked what made him think that.  He said, “Mom fell asleep while I was talking to her this afternoon.”  He said this within Mom’s hearing and then gave her a little knowing smile.  Of course, she immediately denied the idea that she had fallen asleep (although she did remember that when she was talking to him, the light coming in from the windows made her eyes verrrry tired).  She asserted that actually she must have just closed her eyes to better picture the extra points of the story that were in the book but not in the movies.

Hummm, apparently her eyes had been closed too long for that boat to float.  He said, “Well, Mom if that’s the case, that couple minutes was the longest blink known to man.”  Then we all laughed.

The next day they were gone and I took a nap.  But I’m still glad I didn’t waste any of the time while they were here taking naps, notwithstanding that verrrrry long blink.




I phone, you phone, we all phone after getting a loan!

March 28, 2011

Reality check!  I just bought a new phone.  Cell phones have just gotten more and more expensive.  Unfortunately, you can’t hardly get “just a phone” any more.  And, truthfully, after my friend and neighbor, Belinda, showed me all the apps that she had on her i-phone a couple weeks ago, it kind of got me excited about having some of those abilities too.

So, I bit the bullet recently and bought a Droid.  As with most technology, I am only using a small percentage of the things the phone is capable of doing, but I am happy with it.

I like talking on a larger flat phone instead of the very small flip phone I had previously.

I am thrilled that I can now text mail — mainly because I can speak my text instead of having to type it on the very small key pad.  On the downside, I was contacted by my carrier a few days ago and was told that I had done enough texts in the couple weeks I’ve had the phone that I should buy a plan so that I wouldn’t have to pay 20 cents for every text.  So, I now have a five-dollar -a-month plan that will allow me to send 250 texts.  I just hope that’s enough. (Have I ever mentioned I have an addictive personality?)

I found an app called Memory Trainer.  I am enjoying “flexing” my memory “muscles” with it regularly.  And my success with these mental tests has convinced me that I am probably not early Alzheimer’s as I had begun to suspect.  That alone, is probably worth the cost of the phone!

And finally, the most valuable thing my new phone may be doing for me is preparing me for my next profession.  There is a game app called Bistro Cook.  On it you are a short-order cook filling orders which gradually increase in complexity as the orders also arrive at  an ever-increasing speed.

Did you ever see the I Love Lucy episode in which Lucy and Ethel had jobs in a candy factory and the assembly line they were working on kept going faster and faster?  Okay, then you’ve got a good idea of what this game is like.  But, unfortunately, I don’t have Ethel … or the cute hat.

Is that your cell phone I hear ringing?  You should go answer it … it’s probably a text from me.

“Yes God, with all my heart.”

March 27, 2011

When I’m concerned, worried or apprehensive about something, if I am very still I sometimes hear a clear voice in my head (and heart) that says, “Do you trust me?”

Whenever I remember that God is in control and that He loves me and my loved ones even more than we can love each other, my anxiety seems to melt away and is replaced by peace.

Of course, He asks the question already knowing the answer.  But He asks as a reminder.

And my answer is always the same, “Yes God, with all my heart.”

May your Sunday be blessed by His “peace which surpasses all understanding”.



Just like having dinner in a diner!

March 25, 2011

In the house my family lived in for the first nine years of my life, Daddy built a booth in a corner of the kitchen.  I remember that it was hinged at the wall so that when Mama needed to sweep under it, she could lift it up against the wall, sweep and then put it back down.  The seats were padded and covered in red Naugahyde.  I can still remember the kind of “plasticy” smell of the Naugahyde when I would lie down on the seat sometimes.

Martha Lou doing her homework in the booth.

Martha Lou, Jimmy, Daddy and me eating dinner.

When Daddy’s brother Uncle Jim lived with us for a while, my two oldest sisters were already out on their own, so the six of us fit in the booth for meals just fine.  I remember that Uncle Jim liked to stir the food on his plate all together before he ate it (or maybe he did that just to entertain me and tease Mama), but Mama wouldn’t let me do that with mine.  I also remember that Uncle Jim had a certain way of saying “One meat ball, pleeeeese.” (even when we weren’t having meatballs) that would always make me giggle.  He was such a fun-loving man.  I think my fondness for him may be the reason that I have always loved to laugh too.

I think I’m probably not alone in feeling that many of my best memories happened while my family sat around the kitchen table — or, in this case, in the kitchen booth!

Priceless Time

March 24, 2011

When I posted this picture a few days ago, I noticed something.

See the clock, partially hidden by things stacked in front of it, on the buffet by the kitchen door?

I now have that clock.

I remember Mama telling me that this clock was a wedding present.  I wonder who gave it to them? If you’ve read the story of my parent’s lunch-time marriage here, you know that there was no formal church wedding and almost certainly no wedding reception where gifts were given.  So, I would guess this was one of the few wedding presents they received.

I’m honored that the wedding clock now lives with us.  It still keeps excellent time while at the same time evoking memories that are priceless.

Breakin’ and Eatin’

March 21, 2011

Gunny, Nikki and Jay were here last week for their spring break.  Unfortunately, Dilly is the only one who doesn’t get a spring break, in fact that week is especially busy at the stores she manages, so it is even more important that she be there.

But, even though we missed Dilly, we were glad to get to spend some time with Gunny and the kids.  The guys did alot of shooting and Nikki and I did alot of shopping.  And we all, did alot of eating!

One of their first nights here, we had peanut butter pie.  They all really liked it, but especially Jay.  The way I know that is that he said, “Will you teach Nikki to make this?”  Ha ha.  I replied, “No, but I’ll teach both of you to make it.”

I decided we would make a pie for when Linda and Doug would be coming over.  One of my “student chefs” was enthusiastic and one was less interested in the “making” and more interested in the “eating”.  I think it’s pretty easy to tell which is which.

Nikki loves to cook, especially when it’s something that tastes so good!

Jay showed up, I think just to make sure Nikki was getting the job done.

But when his true commitment to the project was questioned by Nana, he made an effort to “help”.

Probably fortunately for the success of the project, Jay’s interest soon wandered and Nikki could get back to work without “help”.

Our plan was to save it for the next evening when Doug and Linda were going to come over to visit.  So when a complication arose and they couldn’t come until the next night, it meant the peanut butter pie had to remain untouched in the freezer for two days.  That took great restraint on the part of all of us.

But it was worth waiting for.  Nikki made an absolutely perfect peanut butter pie.

I told Jay that he had better start paying more attention to cooking, because there will probably come a time that he will live on his own and wish he knew how.  I said that I could picture him and Nikki both out of college and living in their own apartments and him calling her and saying, (in a pitiful voice, of course) “Can I come over to eat tonight?  I’m tired of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”

We all laughed at that picture, but I was only half-kidding. I believe it’s wise for everyone to know the basics of cooking and, of course, how to make peanut butter pie.