“We find comfort among those who agree with us – growth among those who don’t.”
– Frank Clark
Boy, do we love to moan and groan about the modern world. Increasingly complex password requirements. Ever changing food pyramids and nutritional flip flops – eggs are a healthy breakfast, but they spike your cholesterol, except they provide good protein…No cell service and home security systems gone haywire.
But I’ll take the bad with the good any day because there are several modern conveniences I’m exceedingly grateful for. (Yes, my fellow English majors, that should be “for which I’m grateful” – but does anyone else have trouble writing when it comes out sounding so…stuffy?)
Courage - by Anne Sexton It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the sidewalk. The first spanking when your heart went on a journey all alone. When they called you crybaby or poor or fatty or crazy and made you into an alien, you drank their acid and concealed it.
Later, if you faced the death of bombs and bullets you did not do it with a banner, you did it with only a hat to cover your heart. You did not fondle the weakness inside you though it was there. Your courage was a small coal that you kept swallowing. If your buddy saved you and died himself in so doing, then his courage was not courage, it was love; love as simple as shaving soap.
Later, if you have endured a great despair, then you did it alone, getting a transfusion from the fire, picking the scabs off your heart, then wringing it out like a sock. Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow, you gave it a back rub and then you covered it with a blanket and after it had slept a while it woke to the wings of the roses and was transformed.
Later, when you face old age and its natural conclusion your courage will still be shown in the little ways, each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen, those you love will live in a fever of love, and you'll bargain with the calendar and at the last moment when death opens the back door you'll put on your carpet slippers and stride out.
Wanting something to quench your thirst, what would you drink?
I’m trying to drink more water because, you know, health and such. But I’m also terrible about water because at heart I’m just a petulant four-year-old, stamping my foot and fussing why do I have to drink water, I hate water so I tend to add those Propel flavor packs. It helps.
With meals my beverages of choice are diet Dr. Pepper and light beer. (‘Cuz health.)
Complete this sentence: Never In My Life Have I….
Met a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup I didn’t like.
If you could be given any gift what would it be?
It would be a gift to be able to approach any problem, any situation with a mind at peace with itself. That would open an entire world of possibilities.
What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep, toss and turn, or get up and try to do something productive?
I’ve got a limited window for putting myself back to sleep. If it’s just that my brain is spinning then I try numbers – counting backwards from 100 by sevens or threes. If I’ve had a bad dream then I imagine that scene from Willy Wonka where he first takes the kids into the factory and they run around tasting things. (Yes, seriously, I can recreate that scene and even sing the song from it.)
At a certain point, though, there’s no going back and I just lie in bed getting more and more irritated. That’s when I move to the couch and hope for the best. I’ll play solitaire on my phone, but if even that fails then I’ll pull out the laptop and write.
Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
My brain’s still a bit addled and I’m not 100% yet, so this one will be a little vague. I love that we got to hang out with sista-friend and Big D on Friday night – it had been forever. And Bear played her first softball scrimmage on Saturday and rocked it out. That was awesome and she had a blast.
This week I’d love to start by being grateful if I could kick this bug that’s busy kicking my ass. It would be nice to be awake for more than three hours at a time. Just sayin’. Bear’s supposed to play her first official softball games but that’s unlikely considering there’s a flood watch through tomorrow and a run on ark building materials. So I guess we’ll focus on being grateful for having the ability to put my health first and step back while I recover.
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What’s going on in your world today?
We had this whole complicated plan worked out for church where BrightSide would take Bear to early service & I’d bring T-man for the late one…all I know is by 3:30am I was on the couch, trash can by my side, with a Post It reading “Up sick overnight. Someone tell dad.”
Sunday’s plans were shot. So this is what I’ve got – just enough to say I’m sick, boo…time for another nap.
Sure, some might say we grew up roughing it by today’s standards…but maybe we were the ones who actually gained in the end. Is it possible, as the author says, that “we just don’t have the cojones our parents had”?
“If you haven’t noticed, we’re getting a raw deal where this parenting gig is concerned. When did adults start caring whether or not their kids were safe, happy or popular? I can assure you that Ginny and Big Jerry were not wiling away the hours wondering if my brother and I were fulfilled.
Big Jerry was stoking the fires of his retirement savings and working, and working some more. Ginny was double bolting the door in order to keep us out of the house, and talking on the phone while she smoked a Kent. Meanwhile, we were three neighborhoods away, playing with some kids we’d never met, and we had crossed two major highways on bicycles with semi-flat tires to get there. Odds are, one of us had crashed at some point and was bleeding pretty impressively. No one cared. We were kids and if we weren’t acting as free labor, we were supposed to be out of the house and out of the way.”
“Instead of communicating, ‘I love you, so let me make life easy for you,’ I decided that my message needed to be something more along these lines: ‘I love you. I believe in you. I know what you’re capable of. So I’m going to make you work.’ “
Our pretty, peculiar, puzzling, and perpetually attention seeking Phoebe…
If ever there were an example of a dog who doesn’t fit the mold, our Phoebe is it.