The Dead Refrigerator, Caravaggio, and Modern Art

Today was scheduled to be one of those warm and fuzzy family-friendly days, complete with a grinning teenage ice skater, smiley trips to art museums, a fabulous dining experience, and a leisurely late afternoon spent reading novels and eating oatmeal cookies.  The reality was a bit different. Let me back up a bit and tell you a little something about last night.  My handy, eagle-eyed hubby noticed that water was on the floor near the refrigerator. My hubby notices with 100% accuracy when anything in the house is out of a place in a way that may cause someone to … Continue reading The Dead Refrigerator, Caravaggio, and Modern Art

Christmas Eve Eve Gift!

Merry Christmas Eve-Eve, y’all! In our family we have a silly tradition that started with my Grandpa Jake: I can’t think about Christmas without remembering Grandpa and all his jokes.  He started the tradition of trying to be the first person in the family to begin Christmas Eve by greeting another with the phrase, “Christmas Eve Gift!”  If he won, Grandpa tried to make us think that the winner got to open a present, but we were smart enough to not fall for that bit of trickery…unless we were the “winner!”  I don’t recall anybody ever getting to open up … Continue reading Christmas Eve Eve Gift!

Finding some down time

I caught the end of one of my favorite movies today as I folded the gazillion loads of clean clothes piled up on my sofa: Ever After.  This classic Cinderella story set in medieval France does not just capture my imagination…it makes me want to re-write the plot, particularly the scene where the prince learned that his “Countess” was actually a servant girl.  I need more information here, and so did the prince!  If Danielle is the daughter of a Countess, she has royal blood, does she not?  So why was her stepmother allowed to force her into servitude?  These … Continue reading Finding some down time

Daring to be Different

This holiday season, I’ve had a bit more time on my hands than I have had in the past…oh, thirteen years or so.  Recovering from major surgery gave me time and space to think and to pray.  The quieter I became in my soul, the more sure I was that the Lord was calling me to do something different this year to celebrate the Savior’s birth.  I did not want to look like the culture around me. So this year, I made gifts.  By hand.  I can’t yet disclose what I made because some of my blog readers will be … Continue reading Daring to be Different

Running with camels

Seven weeks post-op, and I am *almost* normal!  Well, normal as defined by me, at least.  As defined by my doctor, though…not so much. Since I was having nonstop anxiety and despair about the lurking organism H Pylori turning my stomach into a witch’s acidic brew (not a scientific description), I decided to become a camel for awhile.  If I take my proton-pump inhibitor, I don’t have pain.  So why worry about taking a double dose of toxic medicines to kill the organism?  Can’t we just coexist peacefully? Unfortunately, my doctor doesn’t share my opinion.  Something about nutrition, absorbing enough … Continue reading Running with camels