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A QUIRKY ANTIDOTE

May 16, 2018

Well, in the last post I kind of put the burden on each of us  to improve ourselves and so put goodness back into our society –  a job well-possible-   but it need not be a “burden.”

Making ourselves better  can be a lot of fun.   Just relax;   you pretty much know right from wrong.   You pretty much know we are to respect and love others as we want to be respected and highly regarded ourselves.

Relax, and have fun.  Or develop a good sense of humor.    I always say my favorite forms of humor  are irony and hyperbole.   Then – relax! – add a good sense of self-deprecating humor;  as in:  finding the ridiculous in yourself.     Enjoy your little quirks.

Quirkiness  hit me this week.   For almost a month I’ve had the strongest craving for  baba ganouj   –  that  tangy Mediterranean eggplant dish that you don’t eat with a spoon, you eat it with triangular wedges of something in the bread family.

baba ganouj

Being raised in a Scandinavian family,  the strongest spices I enjoy are cardamom and cinnamon!    Baba ganouj is definitely . . .  strong.  Tangy strong.   I have no idea why I began craving it,  but I braved some heavy-duty construction in the main intersection of our little town,  worked my way through the orange cone mazes and black-and yellow striped obstacles — in heavy traffic one day — to find that Mediterranean restaurant behind the construction trucks,  where I knew I could order some take-out baba ganouj – no matter how long I had to wait for it!

It was a good day.   It was ready for me almost instantly,  and I had already learned the “secret” unmarked passageway back through the construction,  and since I live here,  I even avoided some rush hour traffic red lights.

But . . .  why baba ganouj?      (It was delicious!)

Quirkiness #2,  now that I think about it:

BEE

Came   home one evening and saw this dead bumblebee on my driveway.   It was kind of sad, because this might be the one that claims much of my front yard and hangs around us in a friendly manner when we’re outside.   Sometimes, if we get too close too “something,”  he actually bumps us,  bumps into us, to push us away, as though his tiny little body could move a human being.

But it works.    And Son was just describing how intelligent bees are, in particular their memory.    So it was sad to see it lying there, dead.

The next day,  its little body was still there.  No bees came around to mourn, of course.   Maybe it was kind of childish,   but it seemed respectful to the bee,  to all of Creation, to God who made the bee,  that I bury its little body in a protected place in my garden.

I don’t know.    Dumb?   Childish of me?

Bee shovel

At least I used a Mickey Mouse shovel.

Improve society?    Respect all life.  Bury a friendly  little bumblebee  — and then smile at the quirky absurdity of it all.

 

Quirkiness #3 —  

I hope you all gave your mother as wonderful of a Mother’s Day as I had.   Thank you Daughter and Cooper who wished me a very long-distance:  Happy Grandma’s Day!!!!!  And thanks especially to Son who pulled the whole day together,  including a mad dash out for MEATS of all kinds –  anything we wanted! –  and then another mad dash out while the meat was grilling to get the ketchup we had forgotten…..

Here’s  just  the dessert part of our meal,  because  grilled meats on a plate don’t always look so appetizing in a photo.

MD Dessert

Tarts:  Key lime;  creme brulee,  cheesecake,   chocolate hazelnut, and chocolate caramel.  (Just want to post it here so I remember this in the future.)

On my table was a beautiful selection of hyacinths – perfect for the improvements I’ve been making in the garden.   I really care about flowers,  but I’m slow at getting the skills to take care of them.

MD hyac

They look like they need to be put into the earth now;  some of the bulbs are showing.    (Is this natural?  Or are they tipping over?)

I couldn’t help thinking that I got these beautiful flowers,  and now I’ll have to bury them.

MD hyac bulbs underground

I’ve got instructions.    But it sure feels like I”m burying my Mother’s Day flowers!

Just a goofy,  quirky feeling I have.

5 ha ha colors 70

 

When you give yourself cause to smile, or  laugh,     you’re all right!

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“MOTHER’S DAY” DAY

May 15, 2017

(Just so The Spruce Tunnel has a record . . . )

I know,  it’s a day late,  but that’s because “it”  was Mother’s Day –  and I was kept busy!

The day started, as it should,  with a seriously good Mass – actual contact with the Creator!      Then Son had sent me a reassuring text informing me that he “had the whole day free . . .”  We weren’t always together,  but he was  . . .    here.

I,  the “mother,” did  “whatever I wanted to do!    I read,  I napped,  I puttered around in the kitchen,  I did a little sewing work on a new summer top,  I watched another episode of my very favorite video series from Italy, and from time to time visited Son who was keeping busy outside, on my behalf.

(I might have worked him too hard.)

A digger

He is closing up a long trench in which he laid drainage pipes.

A trench

I know I needed them.   Son understands why I needed them.

We had a visitor for a while:

A snake cr

He seemed to be enjoying the sunlight.   Fascinating.   We were also visited by a lively, happy woodchuck who was busy running here and there,  munching on the water weeds near the backyard pond.      Nice to have time to enjoy these little critters.

The lawn is nearing perfection this summer, under Son’s care:

A Lawn

I said I was puttering around the kitchen.   Son was taking care of the Main Course:

A grill

. . .  and we put our work together —

A dinner cr

. . .    just in time to watch some really good movies.

And Daughter?  

A cell

A very nice, very long distance phone call – and not at all rushed! (A mother can tell if you’re under time constraints.)         And then there was a Kazoo concert,  via cell phone –  from  Cooper!  –  followed by a lot of Kindergarten news!       (Thank you for sharing with your Grandma.)

 

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Mother’s Day is one of the great highlights of my whole year, and I have to explain why:   For fifteen years I was an “only child,”  so I guess that’s long enough for me to have many “only child”  characteristics –  and feelings.    The Great Alone.   When I first became pregnant,  my world changed:  I knew I would never, ever be “alone”  again.   My daughter,  my son;   two other human beings in this world would always be a part of me, and I would belong to them.

This Mother’s Day was a good one.     Son and Daughter were both “present.”

a rose

Be good to your Moms.

 

 

NO “DAY” FOR SOME MOTHERS

May 11, 2015


Mothers Day was so much fun for me.  There were flowers, and a “matching”  card, and lots of food, and lemon cake, and helpful things done around the house (that Mom couldn’t do) – but the festivities really began with a mesmerizing hour of the History Channel’s  study of Sun Tzu’s Art of War — Son and I just drank that in  and participated with some of our own ideas —

star wars      And that was followed by the highlight of the day:   Son and I watched together most of the original Star Wars trilogy  (Episodes IV, V, and VI).  That was my request, but it was answered by a genuinely interested Yes!      Anyone who understands this knows what a gem of a son I have.

(Maybe Daughter would have joined us, but she lives across the country and has a son of her own to enjoy — which apparently she did, starting out her day with Mickey Mouse pancakes . . .  well, he’s five years old. . .)

Well, today is the day after Sunday, I get back to routine, reading the news, including news of our fellow Christians.  I often find stories of killings,  burnings, kidnappings of those who had been to their churches on Sunday, in Muslim lands.  I usually cringe, knowing this country chooses not to help,  but I need to know what’s actually going on in the world.

Today, on this day after Mothers Day,  I found jarring evidence of the contrast between the two cultures:  one that used to be based on Christian principles, and the other based upon principles derived from the writings of Islam.    Mothers in their world are not so honored as in the Christian world.

There is, by all accounts,  a video that is going around the Muslim world “calling on Muslims to disregard Mother’s Day and denouncing it as a Christian festival.”   It’s almost four minutes long, the speaker is Ustaz Azhar Idrus who says that Mothers Day is a Christian holiday that is linked to the “Mother of the Church, the Virgin Mary.”

Well, no, not quite.  I think Mothers Day was first promoted by a Protestant lady just after the Civil War,  but the connection to the Virgin Mary is not unacceptable.

So Muslims should not honor their mothers on Mothers Day.

Let us hear the words of the  Ayatollah Khomeini:

“Allah did not create man so that he could have fun. The aim of creation was for mankind to be put to the test through hardship and prayer. An Islamic regime must be serious in every field. There are no jokes in Islam. There is no humor in Islam. There is no fun in Islam.There can be no fun and joy in whatever is serious.” — Ayatollah Khomeini

So, there.

(Perhaps celebrating Mothers Day is another “provocation”  to Islam?)

(Or perhaps our happy celebration of Mothers Day could be a gentle testimony to the love that is taught by the Christian God and His words to love and to honor and to respect our mother, our father,  and everyone who stands near us.)