Archive | June, 2014

Friday From the Frying Pan into the Fire

21 Jun

“Escaping goblins to be caught by wolves!” he said, and it became a proverb, though we now say ‘out of the frying-pan into the fire’ in the same sort of uncomfortable situations.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit

Jumping from the frying pan into the fire is an idiom with the general meaning of escaping a bad situation for a worse situation. It was made the subject of a 15th-century fable that eventually entered the Aesopic canon.
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It’s a hot one out there with no end in sight. Remember in January and February when we were complaining about the frigid cold? Well, I knew I’d soon be complaining about the sweltering heat. Here we are!

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My car temperature fluctuated from 99 to 100 on my way home from Towne Creek this evenings, and it’s pretty accurate.

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Not sure which extreme temperature I can complain about the most, BUT, I have a feeling now I think we are out of the frying pan and headin’ smack dab into the fire.

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Here we go!!!

Theme Song Thursday

20 Jun

“There is always a sadness about packing. I guess you wonder if where you’re going is as good as where you’ve been.”
― Richard Proenneke, One Man’s Wilderness: An Alaskan Odyssey
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Well, I was searching for a cheerier quote and song about packing up and sorting out things, but everything was kinda sad and depressing. I’ve been going through all my stuff, sorting, tossing, and packing up boxes and bins.
It is very difficult to let things go, especially when you are a self-confessed, card-carrying hoarder. I’ve barely scratched the surface, but my goal is to get a couple of boxes packed or sorted every day. I should be done in about 3,487,628 days. Wish me luck!
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This was very peppy and great dancing. Made me want to get up and dance along. (It’s a Zumba thing. You always want to dance.)

Bye Bye Blackbird

Pack up all my care and woe
Here I go, singing low
Bye bye blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar’s sweet, so is he
Bye bye blackbird

No one here can love or understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light
I’ll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye bye

No one here can love or understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light
I’ll arrive late tonight
Blackbird, bye bye

Songwriters
Dixon, Mort / Henderson, Ray
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A few boxes sorted to put in the garage.

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Lots of stuff. Some to save, some to sell, some to give away.

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Wednesday Words of Wisdom: Patience and a Penny

19 Jun

“Patience is power.
Patience is not an absence of action;
rather it is “timing”
it waits on the right time to act,
for the right principles
and in the right way.”
― Fulton J. Sheen
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Patient
adjective
: able to remain calm and not become annoyed when waiting for a long time or when dealing with problems or difficult people
: done in a careful way over a long period of time without hurrying
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Patience is power. No, it’s not a sign of weakness. Sometimes we have to wait a very long time for things to happen, or for that happy ending. Right is might, patience is power, slow and steady wins the race. Wow, that’s a lot of wisdom.

Today, I found a lucky penny on my morning walk. It was right in front of my foot when I stopped to say “see ya later,” to Kat, my walking buddy. It was bright and shiny and waiting just for me. My lucky pennies always say,”Things are going to be OK.” I just have to remember to be patient.
(The picture is a little blurry, but sometimes life is a little blurry, isn’t it?

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Tuesday Tip for the Day

18 Jun

“If You Are Feeling Blue, Try To Paint The Sky With It. When Its Done, Look At It And Then Definitely The Golden Sun Will Come Out From You To Brighten Up Your Entire Day….”
― Muhammad Imran Hasan
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That’s a different way of saying “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” When life gives you “blue,” paint the sky with it. I like that, then the golden sun will come out.

So, my tip for the day is…try and see the bright side, even when life looks pretty dark. Grab some sunshine, grab some friends, and paint your sky blue.

Well, the golden sun was definitely out today. Hot…and in the 90’s. After an hour of Zumba and another hour walking with Kat in the morning heat, I was pretty tired and sweaty, but energized from the sun. I had a nice long 3 hour lunch with Karen D. And Miss Eleanor at Hutchin’s Barbecue. Oh my! I haven’t eaten that much in three days combined. It was good. Did I mention peach cobbler with ice cream at the end? “Tie me down and call me Ollie!” I really don’t know what that means. Just popped in my head.

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Nice place, good food, pretty empty when you have lunch from 3-5.

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Montage Monday

17 Jun

“Summer in the deep South is not only a season, a climate, it’s a dimension. Floating in it, one must be either proud or submerged.”
― Eugene Walter, The Untidy Pilgrim
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It’s been a pretty hot and steamy week. My friend, Kat and I have been walking early in the morning before it gets too hot, and around 8pm after the sun sinks down below the tree line and a little cooler. But, I can’t complain. It’s June in Texas, and it hasn’t been in the 100’s. Count our blessings while we can.

So, here’s my week in a peek.

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Sunday Sermon and Forgiveness

16 Jun

“I will never forget what you did to me. I will never forgive it. I will never stop mourning what you stole from me. But I realize now I can’t steal it back and I’m done spending every day trying to.”
― Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility
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This morning at 9 o’clock Mass, Father reminded us that it was Trinity Sunday. I forgot about that. Mom was born on Trinity Sunday, 87 years ago, (or there abouts) thus her name, Trinidad, Trini for short. So, my ears perked up and I listened closely to all the sermons.

Our visiting priest also acknowledged Father’s Day and the many fathers who give so much physical and moral support to their families. He told a story about a family that was going through a very tough time. The dad had been struggling with alcoholism, gambling, and infidelity. It took a lot of courage and faith, but the man begged his wife and family for help and forgiveness. His wife never left his side, forgave him, and they worked through it all the hardships together, trusting in God and each other. Happy ending.

I looked around the church and saw all the happy families, families with small children, older couples holding hands, teen-agers, and single people. What they all had in common was faith, respect, and sense of community. That’s why they were there. That’s why I was there.

I often contemplate my faith and the words of the Sunday sermon, and today’s story made me think long and hard about forgiveness. I’ve read so many thoughts and quotes about forgiveness, and I have been struggling with it. This is what I came to realize today. It’s difficult or even impossible to forgive someone who is NOT sorry for what they did. I believe God forgives all those who are truly repentant, but even God will not forgive those who don’t care, don’t ask for forgiveness, and continue their evil ways. (Me neither.) That’s what that very hot place below is for.

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Don’t get me wrong, I’ll keep working on it. I have a lot of faith, support and prayers on my side. Someday?

Swinging Saturday on Square

15 Jun

In life you are going to make mistakes, you’re going to fall down, but it’s the getting up that counts. Just like in baseball: you’ll get a few hits, but most likely, you’ll strike out more than you’ll get on base. But don’t quit. Find your focus, relax, take a deep breath and give it a good swing.
Dave Pelzer
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An early morning walk, a quick shower and off to the McKinney Square, my favorite place to hang out. A social-slash-writing meet up at Sweet Spot with Mandy. Then, across the street to paint and chat with Judy at Art on the Veranda.

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You never know when friends will pop in. Hi Miss Erma and Miss Connie.

Ok, by now I was pretty hungry, so I ran (literally) over to Snug to get my favorite yummy yogurt parfait and a big hug from my buddy Daniel. The Square was hoppin’ with several weddings coming and going. When my painting/visiting ended, I scooted back over to Sweet Spot to people watch and wait for the Second Saturday jam session. Great people watching. “Here comes the bride.”

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Now, coming to you live from the jam session. Folks just stopping by to play instruments, sing and share good music and friendship.

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Friday Feast of St. Anthony

14 Jun

“[Saint Anthony] said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
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Today is the feast day of St. Anthony, my patron saint. I rely on him quite a bit, especially lately. If you aren’t familiar with the tradition of praying to St. Anthony for lost things and lost causes, I’ll give you some info later. But first, here’s my recent adventure with invoking his help.

Recently, I’ve been scrambling, rushing around and spinning my wheels. I’m usually pretty organized, but I misplaced my keys the other day. It was the huge ring with the house keys, various other keys and all those little taggy things from all the stores and AAA. I knew I had them when I got home because that’s how I got in the door. The next morning, they were no where to be found.

I searched every drawer, cabinet, closet, inside sofa cushions, you name it, I scoured it. Two hours of futilely searching, and cleaning out drawers and throwing papers in the trash along the way, it finally dawned on me. “Say your prayer to St. Anthony. He always answers.” So, I said my little prayer while tossing out another batch of useless papers and such. I said to myself, “Self, my keys couldn’t possibly be in the garbage can, could they?” Well, there they were. How in the world they found there way to the bottom of the garbage can, I don’t know, but the next day was garbage day. THANKS ST. ANTHONY!!! You saved me again.
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St. Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of lost items, is invoked thousands (maybe millions!) of times daily to help people find things that they have misplaced. This novena, or nine-day prayer, to find a lost article reminds us as well that the most important goods are spiritual.

St. Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the special power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find [name the item] which has been lost. At least restore to me peace and tranquility of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than my material loss. To this favor, I ask another of you: that I may always remain in possession of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things than lose God, my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my greatest treasure, eternal life with God. Amen.

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There they were, in the garbage.

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Theme Song Thursday: Walking in the Rain

12 Jun

“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”
― Gustave Flaubert
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Walking in the rain is refreshing and cleansing. It’s also wet, so when I went for my morning walk after Zumba, I took an umbrella. We definitely need the rain, so no one is complaining.

Well, what I CAN complain about is this wordpress site. Several times, I’ve completed a long post with pictures, quotes and terribly wonderful, insightful information, and the darn thing crashes and disappears. Then I have to start over. Did it yesterday. Anyone else having trouble? I have to remember to copy/paste before I click publish. Gotta get into that habit, ’cause this is my second time writing this and it’s totally different from the original. (I forgot what I wrote an hour ago.)

So, here’s the theme song, “Walking in the Rain, ‘ by the Ronettes 1964. An oldie but a goodie.

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Wednesday Words of Wisdom

12 Jun

Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing.
~Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Little bug, little bug
There crawling on my floor.
I tried to pick you up
And get you out the door.
You wiggled and you squirmed
Poor little bug of black,
Do me a big favor,
And please do not come back.
(Or I’ll squish you!)

Toni Andrukaitis
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Yes, this is a true story. And NO, I wouldn’t squish him. I’d probably just keep taking him outside. Now, spiders, scorpions and snakes… that’s another story.

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