“For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”2 Corinthians 12:10 ESV
In my neck of the woods there are a fair amount of farmers. In days gone by, there were a lot of them. Hardworking families try to make a living by the sweat of their brow, with their calloused hands, and from the land that was usually hard fought for – both to gain and to keep.
Many of my ancestors lived lives such as this. It was not by choice but by necessity they were what we hear deemed today as living a subsistence-lifestyle. It is to the legacy of these folks, made of real grit, I wrote this little piece:
There was once an old man
who took great pride in his land.
He worked in the dirt,
in his old grubby shirt,
to scratch out a living by hand.
I read several posts in my feed that today is National Limerick Day, along with some great limericks written by several folks on a variety of topics. I have to be honest: I’ve never written a limerick before; I thought they all were “off-color” before today! But since it’s National Limerick Day I just had to give it a go (really, I couldn’t stop myself!).
I got the first line as a suggestion while looking up how to write one and stuck in my head. So I fooled with it until I ended up with a limerick chain – or something like that.
There once was a very old dog,
who slept his whole life in a log.
One night jarred from his sleep,
by a noise loud and deep-
just a pesky old bullfrog.
The pesky loud, old bullfrog
nearly scared the life outta the dog.
When the dog realized
what just materialized,
he ran the beast back to the bog.
As we left the restaurant from our dinner out last night a spring storm began to move in. While I waited in the truk for my wife, I noticed the roses in front of me begin to wave with the breeze; I’m not sure I captured it in the photo but hopefully I did in the haiku.
bursting vividly purple
muted green background
I was torn between the two possible titles for this post – either Murphy’s Law or Painfull Irony – so I used them both; you can decide which fits best.
You may (or may not) have noticed that I’ve made very few posts of late. I had been doing some studying and other things that cut back on both my reading and blogging. But that’s not the reason for the decline in reading/ blogging. Or in commenting/replying the last couple weeks. I wish it were that simple!
Many of you know I have several health issues, several arthritic joints being a big one. A few years back I injured my left-wrist and “Old Arthur” has set up (another) home in there now. Some days I barely notice it. Others It is a real problem. (Yes, this is leading somwhere.) The worst part is this tendency my wrist has developed to get a very sharp pain in the center, palm-side of it. “Katie bar the door“, as the old saying goes, if I happen to be holding something when that occurs because it’s going to drop – and fast!
A couple of weeks ago. I was helping my grandson with a homework project: we were looking up and printing information on our state, West Virginia, using my laptop. When it was time for a snack break my son made him a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of water. Knowing that maybe 30% of the time my grandson will still manage a spill – we won’t even go into the mess of the sandwich! – I figured it would be prudent to move my laptop away from any potential spill-zones to avoid any accidents.
I picked up the computer with my right hand and transferred it to my left to put safely away until later. Just as I was about to put the laptop down, you guessed it: the trick-wrist did its thing. The computer only took about a 24 inch fall but it just happened to hit my metal leg-brace right on the edge on its way down. At the very least the LCD screen is broken and I can’t tell if there is any other damage until I can see the display.
I am certain there is some irony in this; I still can’t see it though. I suppose I should have left it alone and taken my chances with spillage, which, by the way, there ended up being absolutely none of!
I re-learned today that trying to type on a touchscreen tablet is not real successful, or comfortable, with my big fingers. My son got me a Bluetooth keyboard to use with it, which is better but still not as good as the laptop for comfort, ease of use, versatility or – oh you get the idea! And for longer posts the WordPress app in’t that great, not mention it seems to have limited functionality compared to the web-based PC version. But I reckon I’ll learn as I go and make due for a “season”.
Now, on to the point for my readers: My mobile devices have had their notifications (and emails) turned off. I have no idea how or when I did that. So I have had comments unanswered for over a week; I apologize for that. Hopefully I have the notification-issue fixed now. And, in time, I hope I will adjust to reading via the app on my tablet; the phone is just too small for my aging eyes! LOL Again, I am sorry if I missed you on WP or Twitter (getting that turned back on ought to be a joy) but I wasn’t being rude, just a little disconnected and dense. 🙂
It’s been quite a while since I’ve made the time to contribute to the BeWoW/Writers Quote Wednesday effort – too long. But life seems to get in the way often these days and I just haven’t. But a thought has been nagging me for a while so here we go …Back in the 1980s I recall seeing George Burns on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson being his usual, unpredictable, hilarious self during an interview. Mr. Burns answered a question from Carson which I can’t recall , but will never forget his answer:
“Don’t believe everything they tell you. I use salt. I smoke 15 cigars a day. I have three or four martinis a day. If I don’t like the food, I send for ketchup. I’m almost 90 and I have no regrets.”
Being young and naive I was inspired; this was how I was going to live my life: with no regrets! And I managed do that for a while – until I got older and wiser and realize just how badly I’d failed my attempt to do this. (For those interested, you can find similar quotes like this one on the web.)
The other night as I was putting my grandson to sleep I sang an old hymn to him, one that I’ve sung him to sleep with for years. But on this night he asked about its meaning, which I explained to him. I was happy he remembered the song and was interested in it,but it reminded me of how much better I could have done with my own children if I had spent less time at work and more time with them: one of my a biggest regrets I have.
I’m glad that I have had the opportunity to make up for some of that time, though it was with a high cost. And I look forward to being a bigger presence in my grandsons (the one here now and the one coming in July) in a positive, godly way.
Regrets are, in my opinion, inevitable; we are human and we falter and make mistakes. The most important things are how we recognize, respond, and recover when we do fail. Whatever it is that needs done, do it in humility, love, and with great urgency. And learn from them! Don’t waste precious time on regrets; recognize, respond, and recover from them and move on. Life is too short to live in the past.
With our annual church Easter egg hunt several days away and an anxious 6-year old ready to color some eggs now (last night actually) not two whole days from now, I thought trying out some “fake eggs” would be a great idea: they won’t rot, break, or take the time to boil that real eggs do. So I bought a package from our local Walmart and a coloring kit and we set out to have some fun.
Well, it turns out they do not dye well at all; what a disappointment that was! But I had a back up plan: acrylic paint!
Today we got out some craft paints and brushes and set to work. I must say that painting the eggs was not only much more fun but also more satisfying. And my grandson and I think they came out just smashingly (pun intended).
The pain-idea also gives, in my opinion, more options for creativity.
We have our eggs to use until Saturday, and maybe for Saturday, too! And we are thinking if we do need to do yo some real eggs we might just forget the dye and paint those, too.
There are some good ideas here. Even if you know them a refresher is never a bad idea!
For various and sundry reasons, I’ve not been in a writing/blogging frame-of-mind recently. Though generally I really enjoy writing and it usually makes me feel better, I’ve just not been in the zone – or even near the zone – lately. But today I’m feeling it a bit; and I miss participating and reading the many posts I usually do so I’m going to try to steal a few quality minutes today.
This week our host, Ronovan, brings us two new prompt words – tight and warm – that inspired this new haiku.
winter chill abounds
wrapped tight and warm protected
Spring brings butterflies
Ah, how I look forward to the change alluded to in this haiku! As many of you know, winter is not my favorite season! But Spring, that whole different story!
Have a blessed week all 🙂