Saturday, April 7, 2012

Lonely



Once I read /heard a story by Donald Davis, a famous and wonderful storyteller.
He pointed out that when he felt lonely he would go to the pasture at nighttime and lie down, carefully because the cows also used this pasture.  There he would look up at the stars, moon, clouds and know that all the people he loved were also looking and seeing those same stars, moon and clouds.  It gave him peace, he was not lonely anymore, he felt the spirits of all family and friends.

This came to mind as I watched the beautiful remarkable moon this week.  I shared some photos with friends and a comment I received was “Hummmm I saw that same moon off my back porch.  All of a sudden I felt much closer to her.  We shared the same moon. The distance from NY to GA was not far at all.

Sometimes I think of this world as soooo big with people I’ll never know, places I’ll never see, customs and ideas I’ll never be exposed to. Then I remember the moon covering us all and all of a sudden the world seems much smaller, more knowable and more livable.

So when I see the moon tonight I’ll know that it is also covering all my loved ones, we are not alone, we touch and influence each other in our lives.  I’m so glad to have relearned this thought. 

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Chopped



Yesterday Joyce and I did our own version of the TV show “Chopped.” 

It began innocently enough.  I’ve just had a knee replacement and am not very mobile at this time.  I invited Joyce over to cook a spaghetti squash that I had.  I bought it sometime ago because it would look good in my bowl of fall veggies – squashes, potatoes, tomatoes, gourds and nuts.  My plan was to cook it after I tired of the decoration.  I think I’ve cooked spaghetti squash once before in my life so I did not feel up to tackling that dish.  My old and dear friend Joyce was up to the challenge and said sure, no problem. I might add that I thought she answered in such a nonchalant manner, I wondered if she really knew what she was doing.  Oh well.

She was supposed to arrive about 11 AM but instead called about that time to say she was in the middle of a project with her grandchildren (6 of them) and it would be 12 -12:30 before she got here. “Fine,” I say but I’m thinking – what about lunch?  I don’t see how this is going to work. I’m not energetic enough to think hard about it or make a plan – it will just evolve.

Joyce gets here shortly after 12 with apologies and a recipe.  We immediately determine that the meal she is going to fix will be dinner, therefore “what’s for lunch?”  Ok, check the fridge and find something.  She did and we had leftovers from the night before.

I showed her two recipes for spaghetti squash in two different cookbooks and she had a recipe.  My advice was “I don’t care what you do with it.  Whatever you figure out is fine.”  Meanwhile I rested in my easy chair, resting and being grumpy.  Joyce was in the process of picking and choosing from the recipes and making something.  I don’t know what all she put in the casserole but she raided the spice cabinet, pantry and the fridge.  After an hour or so she commented, “This is the last time I’ll ever cook spaghetti squash,” and she continued to mutter and mumble.  And I continued to grumble and grumble from my easy chair.

What makes this work is that we’ve known each other since our kids were little and they’re about 50 years old now.  Therefore, we don’t have to put on a pretty face or be nice & proper.  We can be just old us and its ok.

She kept remarking that she would never again do this.  And from my easy chair, I mumbled that whatever it was, it was ok.  Finally she said all done and put it in the oven.  Now it had to cook ½ an hour, I think she said. 

After careful calculation we decided we had enough time to watch a movie before she had to leave for another appointment.

I had nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon so we expected a period of uninterrupted time.  Now, under the best of circumstances the two of us watching a movie is an “iffy” experience. Neither of us really knows how to work a DVD – it’s a matter of trial and error.  We got it started, settled down – me in my easy recliner and Joyce on the couch. Then nothing went according to schedule – a friend stopped by, my tenant brought in a package and visited, the phone rang and future plans had to be changed.  You understand, each interruption means the DVD has to be stopped and started and I have to get in and out of the chair (slowly and with difficulty).  We have to find a flashlight so we can read the buttons on the machine.    With all the happenings, the movie was just lost in the shuffle.

About this time, Joyce says that it’s time to check the casserole. She checks it and tastes it.  She immediately realized that something was WRONG. She reread the recipes and realized that the squash was supposed to be cooked BEFORE the casserole was made!  After it was made, the casserole was supposed to cook another 30 minutes.  Joyce simply decided that the way to make it right was simply  cook it longer.  So back in the ovenl it goes.

Finally, she announces that it is done, she tastes it and says “You or I will never taste anything like this again!”  She prepares to leave and we realize that we will not get to see the end of the movie. Sooo – by now, we’ve forgotten what it was all about anyway. 

And so ends an afternoon when Joyce was the chef and was given a spaghetti squash to make something with.  It was a challenge.  I was like a judge – grumpy and cranky.  The conclusion was that spaghetti squash will never be cooked again by either Joyce or me. And that hopefully my disposition will improve.

We both agreed – yesterday should be “Chopped!”

As she left, she had the nerve to cheerily call over her shoulder, “And what would you like me to cook next time?”




Saturday, February 18, 2012

Precious Memories of Pet


Precious Memories of Pet

 
My Pet Squirrel

Pet adopted me, it was not me adopting him. 

During warm days I leave the sliding glass doors open.  I know, I know – bugs and stuff get in.  It’s okay – I’ll pay that price for the fresh air.  One day Pet decided to come into the kitchen.  I was horrified – oh, he would get scared, feel trapped, want to get out and forget how to get out.  So, in the process of looking for a way out, he would destroy and in general create havoc.  But there was something about him that made me doubt my idea of panic. I watched from afar.  He went to the bottom shelf of a bookcase and began searching for the bag of roasted peanuts I had bought from SC on my return trip home.  I had forgotten about them.  What a good nose he has.

Carefully I went over, took out a handful of peanuts, put them on the floor and watched him eat them.  The cats just watched.  Pet was just alert and watched them.  When Pet finished eating, he investigated the rooms a little bit and then left by the same door which he entered.

Oh that was fun and exciting.  I guess it’ll be the only time he’ll do such a thing. 
And I let it go.

A few days later, he once again appeared in the kitchen.  Where are the peanuts?  Do I have to come get them? 

I put a couple of handfuls in a tray, put it down in the living room and watched.  The cats watched too.  Nobody got excited.  Pet ate, the cats watched.  Some days the squirrel or cats would feel frisky and chase each other around the chair a time or two and then Pet would go back to eating and the cats would go back to napping. 

He visited all summer.  Sometimes, I’d feed him sunflower seeds on the deck railing.  He loved those.  I decided to hold them in my hand and see if he would take them.  I know, I know.  I was worried about him biting me and have rabies or some other terrible disease but I could not resist so I took the risk.  He came up, put his little paws on my fingers and took the seed.  He loved it.  He stayed and ate until he was filled.  I was so excited.  

There is something so special about a  connection with a wild animal.  It’s called trust. 

One day after about a year, he showed up, limping.  He ate from my hand and I never saw him again. 

That special time – the time a squirrel let me be his friend, is filed away under “Precious Memories”.


Top - Pet checking out the kitchen
Bottom Left - Cat, Starr checking out that strange thing
Bottom Right - Cat, Midas checking out that strange thing from the safety of a chair

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Teacher Habits



As a retired elementary school teacher I am used to scrounging.  We always needed supplies that the school budget would not support.  That meant the teacher either scratched the project, bought it out of her personal money, or scrounged.  We became expert scroungers.  We enlisted the aid of friends as well.  We saved plastic tubs, plastic lids (almost said kids), paper plates, paper bags, pine cones, scraps of fabric, and mats for framing and a hundred other things.

Every holiday there were projects. Santa was made out of paper bags with cotton balls for hair and beard, paper plate for face and cap of red construction paper.  Many goals were met doing this besides the fun of it. Some are:  following directions, measuring, imagination for drawing and coloring in the face and others.

The Thanksgiving turkey was often made out of pine cones, pipe cleaners, patterns for head and wattles which had to be drawn, copied, and glued in place.  Feet also required patience and skill in tracing cutting and gluing.  Eye hand coordination and imagination were important.

Apple head dolls could be used for Halloween to be a witch to take home.  Apples were gathered from a field trip or supplied by the parents.  Cloves were used for the face and then we sat then on the windowsill until properly aged & withered.

Empty egg cartons were a prize – many projects could be made using them.  One of my favorites was using them to plant seeds in the spring.  That’s when we were learning about growing things and understanding they didn’t just appear in the Super Market.

I am now a senior citizen.  You would think my days of scrounging would be over, but no, no.  I used all those saved products with my grandkids. Now they’re grown so you’d think that those boxes of scrounged and saved stuff would just be thrown out and no more gathered.

Well, somehow I haven’t been able to break the habit.  The lady who comes over to my house to try to help me keep some order looks at my boxes of saved stuff (treasures) and shakes her head. “Mary do you really need all these plastic bottles, Cool Whip tubs and this other “junk”, she asks. “Yes,” I say! I am thinking that some of my friends will need this stuff for projects they want to make with their grandchildren, some 1st grade teacher friends, some church groups or Day Care groups.  It’s valuable and I know somebody wants and needs it.

I lecture myself saying that I know today they use different materials and make different projects. BUT I can’t imagine how technology and digital stuff can beat the old hands on, get dirty, gluey and smudged with colors and paint making a project. Then with a smiling face say “Look what I did!  I did it myself!”

MBS:1/17/12
Written while in hospital after knee surgery, couldn’t sleep and was bored so wrote with paper and pencil in half dark.

Monday, January 2, 2012

It's Going To Be A Great Year



How do I know that?  How can I make such a positive statement?  Well sometimes nature tells you.  The signs are so clear and definite. 
Yesterday morning a flock of Cardinals visited my back deck.  Yes, I said a flock.  I’ve never seen more than two males at the same time.  Yesterday there were five males and two females.  They were gorgeous as they flitted about scouring for sunflower seeds.  The males would even take time out to have a short air fight.  The fight didn’t last long because they really wanted to eat. 
When I see such unexpected events in nature, I am never prepared and I just stand/sit there with my mouth open.  Reality sets in and I grab my camera to take pictures of this momentous event.  I’m not good at this – I’m so excited, I don’t wait to get a good pose.  I’m afraid I won’t get anything at all.  So I hurry and don’t take time to focus properly.  I think the birds know this so just before I’m going to click, they turn their backside or move and ruin the perfect pose.  But that doesn’t stop me and I usually get a few good ones and curse myself for not being more patient and careful.
When I was growing up on the farm in SC I was told that a red bird made wishes come true.  If you saw one, you threw a kiss, made a silent wish and it would come true.  Frankly I can’t ever remember if it came true or not but I do remember the excitement of sighting the bird, throwing a kiss and making the wish.  Even now as a senior, if I see a red bird I throw a kiss and make a wish. 
So yesterday instead of making many wishes (for all the opportunities), I just made one big one – that my New Year would be the best ever.  Then when I felt that was settled, I thought in bigger terms and wished Peace and Joy for the whole world.

It’s going to be a Great Year, the Red Birds told me so.