Homecoming and birthday week

Jason arrived safely home Saturday from Castlepoint Ministries (formerly Camp Lucerne) in CA. I hadn’t wanted to say before exactly where he was. Even though I don’t really think anyone would stalk him from reading my blog — better safe than sorry. They had had to leave in the evening to drive to Sacramento to fly out around midnight, but their flight was delayed, which caused them to miss their connecting flight in Houston. They were on standby for a couple of other flights that were full and finally got on one and arrived in Charlotte by 5 p.m. (originally due around 10:30 a.m.). I thought he would be dead tired and out like a light early on, but he was still up at 1:30 a.m. — then I remembered his body clock was still on CA time, three hours behind the east coast.

He had worked on operational staff for two previous summers, and this was his first summer as a counselor. He seemed to really enjoy it.

Jeremy’s birthday was on the 15th, but he wanted to wait to celebrate it til Jason got home, so we did that Saturday. One of our traditions is letting the birthday honoree pick dinner, so we went to Fuddruckers. Then we went home for presents and cake.

Jeremy's birthday

I won’t list all of his presents, but his interests are along technological lines, so his gifts reflected that. One was a GPS thing (you see how technologically inclined I am) that works with his blackberry. Another was this t-shirt with a glow-in-the-dark Transformer on it:

Jeremy's birthday gift

If you’re familiar with Homestar Runner, you might recognize this guy:

Jeremy and The Cheat

This is not just a cuddly plush toy — if you kick and toss it around it makes all kinds of little sounds. (Shrug. It’s a guy thing. 🙂 )

The next couple of days were spent cleaning for company — busy, but good to get a lot done in a concentrated effort. Jason’s company came in last night. I am a mother of three boys, and it is different having a girl around!

My birthday was yesterday, and we went to Fatz cafe (love their babyback ribs!) Jason’s friend and her mom gave me a pretty plaque with Psalm 118:24 on it. Jesse gave me a gift card to Michael’s (always a pleasure!); Jeremy gave me a hard drive for my computer (I had been talking with him about how to back up files and pictures now that all our new pictures are digital, and he said this was a good way to do it); Jason gave me Cassidy, a new book by Lori Wick. Jim gave me Summer, new and just out by Karen Kingsbury and The Mitford Beside Companion by Jan Karon. He also gave me a blender. I had asked for one. I have an old kitchen made multi-purpose appliance from 20-25 years ago. Not only is it bog and clunky to use and change features, but the controls are stiff. He also gave me a under-the-counter radio CD player to replace my big old boombox. That will leave so much room on the kitchen counter! I am already figuring out how to rearrange things. 🙂 All in all I had a nice though busy day. (No black balloons in honor of my 50th, thankfully!)

My birthday cake

The rest of the week should be a lot less hectic. Jason’s birthday was in July, but he wanted to wait til he got home to celebrate, so we’re doing that tomorrow. I have to go get a few things for that, but otherwise the rest of the week will be pretty easy. I have another project due next week — I may go ahead and get started. I’m leaving myself open to just visit with Jason and his friend while she is here. They start back to college next week, so we won’t see either of them much. Jason’s friend is of Indian descent and he wants to go to an Indian restaurant for his birthday. I’m a little apprehensive about that. I am not an adventurous eater, and I don’t want to offend her. But having someone who knows what the choices are should help us find things we like.

Regular readers usually see a “Works-For-Me-Wednesday” post here — but I think I am officially out of tips. 🙂 I had been keeping a running list as tips came to mind that I could use, but I am at the end of it unless something else comes to mind. I am one more in need of tips than one who has great tips. But the WFMW runs regularly on Wednesdays at Rocks In My Dryer — I invite you to browse through the tips there today as I will be doing later on.

Happy Wednesday!

Wordless Wednesday: Jesse in pretzel mode

Jesse in pretzel mode

I don’t know how he can sit this way and do anything else for very long. Youth and flexibility, I guess. 🙂

More Wordless Wednesdays are listed here and here.

A milestone birthday

I turn 50 today. 50! Wow. I can hardly believe it. Doesn’t seem like I’ve been around for 50 years!

I guess I’ll need to change the “40-something” designation in my profile. But I don’t want to say “50-something” since that sounds so much older than just barely 50. Maybe I’ll just say “middle-aged.” 😀

I had thought about doing something special here to celebrate this milestone, but it ended up being a busy week. So I’ll share something that brought me a few chuckles and eased me into the transition into a new decade:

Perks of Being Over 50

  • No one expects you to run into a burning building.
  • People call at 9 PM and ask, “Did I wake you?”
  • People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.
  • There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
  • You can eat dinner at 4 PM.
  • You have a party and the neighbors don’t even realize it.
  • You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.
  • You quit trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.
  • You sing along with elevator music.
  • Your eyes won’t get much worse.
  • Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.
  • Your joints are more accurate meteorologist than the national weather service.
  • Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either.

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When Sally discovered her first gray hair she immediately wrote to her parents: “Dear Dad and Mom, You saw my first steps. You might want to experience this with me too.” She taped the offending hair to the paper and mailed it. Her father’s response was in the form of a poem:

It’s a trustworthy observation
That nothing can compare
In the process of aging
With finding the first gray hair.

He signed off with this observation: “That gray hair you sent is not the first one you gave us!”

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Finally, here are some quotes I saved especially for this birthday from a Thursday Thirteen I saw at Echoes of Grace when she was also facing a milestone birthday:

1. Happiness is inward, and not outward, and so, it does not depend on what we have, but on who we are. ~Henry Van Dyke

2. Regrets are the natural property of gray hairs. ~Charles Dickens

3. I suppose real old age begins when one looks backward rather than forward. ~May Sarton

4. There is no cure for the common birthday. ~John Glenn

5. It is not how old you are, but how you are old.~ Marie Dressler

6. The older the fiddler, the sweeter the tune.~ English Proverb

7. Old age is like flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.~ Golda Meir

8. The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it. ~Jean Paul

9. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair. ~Douglas MacArthur

10. Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. ~Mark Twain

11. Age does not diminish the extreme disappointment of having a scoop of ice cream fall from the cone. ~Jim Fiebig

12. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you were? ~Satchel Paige

13. Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many ~Anonymous

Bathroom renovation, stage 2

Tackle It Tuesday Meme

We’ve been tackling right and left this week.

Last week I showed “stage 1” of our bathroom renovation — taking out the old tile and replacing it with a shower surround. We decided, instead of patching up the wallpaper, to pull it off and paint. Jeremy and Jesse pulled off the old wallpaper, then Jim patched up several little imperfections and replaced some pieces of molding and primed everything. He and I went shopping for paint and towel racks. We found a really pretty light tan called “Pecan Sandie” — looks like coffee with cream to me. But he painted and put up the towel racks, then today I put the wall decorations back up. Here is the finished product:

Finished bathroom renovation

Here are most of the decorations in there.

Bathroom decorations

This print was a very inexpensive one at K-Mart years ago. The old sailor reminds me of Mr. Peggoty from Dickens’ David Copperfield.

Bathroom decorations

Bathroom decorations

We had gone with a lighthouse theme with the old wallpaper because the pattern looked to me like sand dunes and sea grass and seagulls and blue, beige, and tan as the color scheme, and early on I found the above Thomas Kinkade lighthouse prints for a very good price in a catalog. We decided to stay with that theme and color scheme. I looked around just a little for a lighthouse border or stencil but didn’t really have much time to put into it this week. I may look some more — I don’t know — I don’t want to overdo the lighthouses. I may expand into a general nautical theme. Or I may just leave it. Right now everything related to a theme is in the decorations and shower curtain, which can be easily and inexpensively changed if I want to do something else.

We’re also having out of town company come in tomorrow, so I had the boys tackle vacuuming, dusting, sweeping, taking out all the trash cans, and a few other odds and ends. I changed the burner pans and rings on the stove, cleaned the range hood, cleaned the microwave inside and out, moved everything on the counters out and wiped them off and cleaned the counters, dusted the little ridges on the cabinet doors that collect dust as well as the back edges of the dining room chairs, which do the same thing, did several loads of laundry, and did “my” dusting (my room, picture frames in the hall, and some of my decorative shelves). I also took Jason for an appointment at the oral surgeon’s: at his dental cleaning last May, before he left for the summer, they said his wisdom teeth would be needing to come out. He has none on the top, but one of the bottom ones is coming in exactly sideways, and the other one is at a 45 degree angle. There is some concern that one is close to a nerve, and if it develops more roots may cause problems, but they felt he could safely wait til Thanksgiving or Christmas break. He decided he wanted to do it over Thanksgiving break. I tried to talk him into waiting til after Christmas — there’s more time for recovery and a little more flexibility in his schedule then. But I think either he wants to get it over with or they scared him about the possibility of damage to the nerve. He said he didn’t mind missing Thanksgiving dinner — I wonder if he’ll still feel the same way when the time comes. 🙂

Anyway, Tuesday the one thing I have to do is clean bathrooms. I also hope to get the laundry finished, clean out the toaster oven, declutter the sunroom, vacuum the lamp shades in the living room (one of those odd little jobs that is often overlooked, but once I notice it I can’t stand it), and a few other little odd jobs. Once you get started, especially when company is coming, it seems like the more you clean the more you notice tings that need attention. But I have learned from experience not to spend so much time cleaning that I’m exhausted when company finally does come, so I’ll stop and rest in the afternoon.

Happy tackling!

Time Travel Tuesday: 21 years old edition

My Life as Annie hosts the weekly Time Travel Tuesday and her topic this week is:

You’re 21.
What’s going on in your life?
Who are you spending most of your time with?
What’s favorite things to do? eat? hobby?

I actually had to do the math — 29 years ago today I turned 21. 🙂

Right at the first of that year Jim and I had been seeing each other but I wasn’t sure about making a commitment. We did talk and write through the summer (he was in Idaho; I was in Texas). We went back to college in SC in the fall and were engaged that next spring. 🙂 So I was spending most of my time with him.

I was 21 during my first senior year of college (I crammed four years into five, as the saying goes, and had two senior years). I don’t remember many other specifics — college life was very busy with little time for hobbies. I worked in the library during the school year. The summer I turned 21 I was baby-sitting my siblings; the following summer that finished out my 21st year I was working with my mom in the bookkeeping department of the bank where she worked and planning my wedding.

I don’t remember what my favorite things to eat were: probably pizza and ice cream. 🙂

No judgment?

Our local newspaper has a couple of “faith-based”pages every Saturday, with a question and answer column, a few articles, church announcements, etc. It’s very much a mixed bag, but every now and then there is something good and Biblically-based in it.

The Q&A column yesterday contained a note from a lady saying she had heard that God judged people for their sins and she thought that was pretty unloving. The preacher answered as most people I know would have, that God is righteous and holy and therefore cannot tolerate sin, but He is also loving and merciful and provided for forgiveness by sending His only begotten son, the Lord Jesus Christ, so that if we believe on Him our sins can be forgiven and we can have a home in heaven with Him when we die.

But my mind ran for a little while with the implications of her comment. She seemed almost offended that God would judge sin. I wonder if she has the same problem with the librarian charging her a fine when she returns an overdue book (I was a college librarian for four years, and people do have problems with that!) or the policeman when he gives her a speeding ticket. I wonder if she would have the same problem with the drunk driver or the child molester or the murderer being judged? Ah, that’s a different story, isn’t it? When someone commits a “really big” sin, or when someone sins against us, we want them to be judged and to be made to make it right or pay for it. But our little paltry sins, well, we had good reasons for those, and who has the right to judge us, anyway?

Do we not see the inconsistency there?

Think what a world without judges would be like. No one to say anything was wrong, no consequences for doing wrong against another. Everyone doing what was right in his own eyes. Have you ever had someone do something he thought was right that impacted you in a way that you didn’t feel was right? What confusion and anarchy there would be. I wouldn’t want to live in a place like that.

I’ve been somewhat alarmed by the trend I see in parenting these days on not dealing with a child’s wrongdoing but rather handling everything in a positive light. Sure, parenting shouldn’t be all negativity, and there are times when a positive approach may be best. But a child who is never brought to face the fact that he has done wrong will be crippled for life. Imagine how all his relationships will be impacted if he can never admit that he has done wrong and apologize for it? One of our children used to have a really hard time agreeing that he had done wrong, and we had to emphasize to him time and time again that admitting wrong-doing is the first step in making things right. Proverbs 28:13 says, “He that covereth his sins shall not prosper: but whoso confesseth and forsaketh them shall have mercy.” Sure, it’s not pleasant to admit we’ve done wrong. “Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby” (Hebrews 12:11). One of the hardest things in the world is to have to go and tell someone that you have wronged them and you’re sorry. But besides that exercise helping you to make things right with that person, it also helps motivate you to do right so you don’t have to go through that experience again. I’ve gotten one speeding ticket in my life, but I almost automatically slow down every time I am on the stretch of road where I got it because I don’t want to repeat the experience.

Is it unloving to judge sin? Isn’t the opposite true? If someone is intoxicated, wouldn’t it be the loving thing to take him home or call a cab rather than let him drive as a danger to himself and others? Would a parent really be loving a child to let him hit others or steal candy from the store and make excuses for him, confirming and justifying in him that behavior and therefore reinforcing it? It can be the most loving action ever taken to let someone know that what they are doing is wrong and that it needs to be faced and dealt with.

The woman’s comment about God’s judging sin has even further implications, though, as if she thought He had no right to judge sin.

We accept the fact that a store owner, message board owner, school administrator and board, etc. all have the authority to make the rules about how people act in their establishments. If a student defied the rules and was expelled, we wouldn’t look on the principal of the school as unloving. Why do people look at God that way? Perhaps they don’t recognize that He has the authority to make the rules?

He’s the Creator, the God of the universe. That in itself gives Him the right to make the rules. But because He made people in His own image, and because He is righteous and holy and good, He knows how best how we should live.

The problem boils down to our own pride. We don’t want anyone to tell us what to do or even suggest, much less judge, what we’re doing as wrong simply because it is what we want do to.

In Isaiah 57:15, God says, “For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.”

To be right with God, to dwell with Him, one of the first things we have to do is humble ourselves and be contrite over our sin. He is abundantly willing to forgive and has made every provision to do so, be He can’t grant that forgiveness until we admit we’ve sinned in the first place.

The melting point

The following is from Amy Carmichael of Dohnavur by Frank Houghton.

When the children of Dohnavur were really difficult, Amma [Amy)] sometimes told them of a day when she sorely grieved her mother.

I had been very willful and, as you know, the will of a child can be like steel. My mother did not know what to do with me, for I would not give in, and was not at all sorry. So at last she set me upon a green ottoman which was at the foot of the bed, and, perhaps to give me time to think, she said. “I am going out now.” Then she put on her bonnet.

And as she tied the ribbons of her bonnet I watched her hands moving in the dressing-table looking-glass. The table was across the corner of the room opposite the ottoman, so that when she stood with her back to me I could see her reflected in the mirror. And then I found myself looking not at her hands tying on the bonnet, but at her face.

Suddenly something melted inside me. In one moment I was in her arms, soft and sorry and wanting to be good. It was the look on her face, such a grieved look, that was too much for me.

And often since then I have thought that if when we sin we could see the face of the Saviour as in a mirror, we should never have the heart to grieve Him again.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Two


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I couldn’t come up with anything terribly creative this week. I did see a house number of 222 today — but I would have felt a little awkward taking a picture of someone’s house number and having them wonder what in the world I was doing 🙂

My husband likes to collect these:

Two

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Two

I always thought Thomas Jefferson looked a bit like Buddy Ebsen here.

Show and Tell Friday: Aunt Dot’s bedspread

show-and-tell.jpg Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home hosts “Show and Tell Friday” asking “Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, an antique find. Your show and tell can be old or new. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there’s a story behind your special something, that’s even better! If you would like to join in, all you have to do is post your “Show and Tell” on your blog, copy the post link, come over here and add it to Mr. Linky. Guidelines are here.“

Some of you know that I have lamented about not having any heirlooms passed down through the family. Well, a few months ago I was talking to my aunt on the phone, and she asked me if I would like to have a bedspread crocheted by my great Aunt Dorothy (or Dot), who was my mom’s namesake. Naturally I said yes, I’d love it. Then I forgot about it. But it arrived last Friday!

I tried to drape it fetchingly over the sofa, but it was too big and heavy to drape. 🙂

Aunt Dot's bedspread

I think it is at least a full sized bedspread, possibly a queen sized (I just took it out of the vacuum-sealed bag it was in tonight, and my husband is occupying our bed, so I don’t think I ought to toss it on to check the size just now. 🙂 ) It’s at least 30 years old, probably much older. My aunt said in the years since she has had it, she’s tossed it in the washer several times. I’m amazed at the great condition it is in.

I love to think of my great Aunt Dot crocheting this with her own hands and lovingly passing it down.

I do remember my Aunt Dot. She and her sister, my Aunt Ruth, were very close and I always seem to remember them as a pair. They always gave the nicest gifts when I was a child. I remember when I graduated from high school I felt awkward about sending an invitation because I hadn’t been in contact with them for a while and didn’t want it to seem like I was just sending a veiled request for a present — but when they didn’t get an announcement, they scolded. I don’t remember how long ago she passed away, though she passed on several years before Ruth.

I am not sure yet whether I will use this or keep it put away for a while. I’ve avoided solid light-colored things in home furnishings with three boys in the house (who am I kidding — I tend to stain things as much as anyone else…). And they’re old enough now that they don’t even come into our room much. I do need a new bedspread, and I can just picture this with something pink underneath peeking through. I do have a quilt rack someone gave us which is stored in the attic because we didn’t have anything to put on it. I’ll have to mull that over. But I am very glad to have this in itself, but especially because it is a connection to my past.

Just chatting

Jesse starts school tomorrow, and he and I have been trying to get up in the mornings closer to our school-schedule time rather than our later summertime non-schedule. I’m already ready for a nap. I’m not having many coherent, much less deep thoughts this morning.

Jason comes home from CA on Saturday!

This time of year is birthday season for our family with Jason’s in July, mine and Jeremy’s in August, and Jesse’s in September. But Jason wanted to wait to celebrate his til he got home, and Jeremy wanted to wait to celebrate his til Jason got home, and mine falls naturally next week, anyway, so we’re celebrating three birthdays in one week!

We almost always celebrate birthdays as a family on the actual birthday, even if there is a party with friends some other time. So even though Jeremy wanted to wait til Jason got here to celebrate his birthday, it seemed a little sad to not to anything on the actual day. So yesterday we went out to lunch at the restaurant of his choice. Then I ordered a decorated chocolate chip cookie cake to take to a church fellowship last night.

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I had to scrape the icing off my slice — those things are so sweet and rich!

In addition to all the birthdays, we’re having out of town company. Jason’s very special friend of the female variety is coming up before school starts. They are not calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend — they’re still just getting to know each other. I don’t want to say too much — I don’t know if either of them reads my blog and don’t want to embarrass them or violate their privacy.

But from now through next week will be busy. I have to finish birthday shopping. I almost have Jeremy’s done. Jason didn’t give me many ideas besides gift cards, and that’s fine if that’s what he wants, but it’s nice to have something besides that to unwrap. Then there’s regular cleaning, shopping, etc., plus getting Jesse ready to go back to school, plus cleaning Jason’s room, which has been collecting dust all summer (and getting the stuff set aside to give to Salvation Army off of his bed, where I’ve been putting things as I sorted them all summer), plus all those extra things you want to do when company comes…

So posting may be a little light the next few days. 🙂

I had wanted to get the family room curtains done before company came — I finally got the fabric I liked, the pattern, and the lining (I agonize over most of the decision-making steps involved!) I took the fabric to the dry cleaners because you should always clean fabric in whatever method will be used on the finished product so that it doesn’t shrink after it’s made. But the girl there didn’t know if they did that, so I am supposed to call the manager this morning. I spent an afternoon searching for trim at several outlet places within a half-hour away, but couldn’t find anything that “fit” exactly (more agonizing decisions!), plus the cheapest was $4 a yard — and I need 11 yards for the curtains plus a couple of pillows. I already put a bit more money into the fabric than what I originally thought….so, I don’t know, I make make them without trim. There are a few more places to check out, but I decided I should probably put that back on the back burner and get these other things done. It’s probably more important to dust and vacuum and clean the awful burner pans on the stove than get curtains up at this point.

I’ve been needing to go to the dentist for ages. Sunday morning a filling that has been chipping off lost a good-sized piece and left a ragged edge on one tooth, which has caused a little blister on the side of my tongue. I really would rather wait to deal with this til after next week!! But I may need to see if I can get in before that. Augh. I just hate dental appointments (no offense to our very nice dentist).

My sweet bloggy friend Alice gave me this very nice award for being, as she said, “such a godly Christian woman”:

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That is such a blessing and so encouraging, in one sense, that anyone would see me that way, but humbling also because I know I am so far from what I ought to be. Thank you, Alice! I’ll be thinking about who to pass this on to. In one sense I could give it to everyone on my blogroll. 🙂 But I know it’s not meant to be used quite that way. I did want to go ahead and acknowledge Alice’s generous gift, though.

On another note, there is a situation in our extended family that I can’t make public, but if you feel so led, I’d appreciate your prayers that this would work out to God’s glory and the best of all involved and for God’s wisdom to know what our actions should be. Thanks!

I’m off now to work on that to-do list…