"A clean house is the sign of a Squandered Life."
So now you know.
If you visit me, you might need a dust mask.
But then you might like the piano, and all its friends--the squeakbox and the harpy thing--the Dobergirl who puts on a big show, the flocks of deer at the feeder, the godzilla sized woodpeckers a eating suet on the deck, and my Pomeranian GentlemanFriend who is either playing guitar or FalloutThree.
Kitchen table is a workshop. We eat around what ever is being worked on. Things regularly boil over on the stove and things that get burned, are diplomatically called "French." Daughter ensconced on the computer drawing drawing drawing...
Yarn everywhere--Somehow the laundry gets folded, but I don't know why or how. I have no memory of doing it.
After teaching the squeak box for 30 years, moving on to more knitting and medical coding (Large Terrifying Chord)---. So that I can tell insurance companies just how you stabbed your self with your circular needles.
Where's the Ketchup?
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
King Uzziah- My favorite Bible quote
Isaiah 6 (New International Version, ©2010)
Isaiah 6
Isaiah’s Commission
KIng Uzziah |
Seraphim |
the whole earth is full of his glory.”
4 At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.
5 “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.”
6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7 With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”
8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
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I love the imagery-- the seraphim with the tongs---
I often picture a Dean Martin kind of a guy, in a shadowy night club with a drink and a cigarette, reciting this seated at a table with a jazz piano in the background....In the year King Uzziah died....
Oh well, off to church.... My pomeranian Gentleman friend is singing a Steve Earl song today... it will be fantastic!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Geez, what happened here? Sewing machines, tubs of fabric--a Government of Thread
Deranged |
Pomeranian GentlmanFriend |
I had to take pictures. So here it is before and after.
After Therapy |
Note to Caren---- see I did include my "before" picture
eek
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Seed Catalog Time
I'm just in the mood for summer, even though there is snow on the ground and I'm still having fun with that. Sounds a bit conflicted....
But February is starts my Seed Catalog Time. The time when you look at all the color things you could plant in the spring. I don't really grow anything anymore,but this has always been the time that I have planned Vacation Bible School, signed up my kids for Girls Scout camp, and planned out just what the summer might look like. July seems far away. But it really isn't. So I have my "Seed Catalogs" out....who knows what I'll get up to.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Purple Ratz dream of Harleys-vroom vroom
Purple Ratz
who would really like to be riding a Harley are on their way to their new friend in the Pacific Northwest!
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sputnik? Let's not....
Sputnik.
Our educational system is broken because it needs to be changed. Nothing Broke it-- it simply has never worked. Sputnik! Our educational system is sad because there is no passion.
True motivation for learning come from with in,
not from outside threats.
Sputnik?
Our educational system fails because it does not produce truly educated people.
Students learn to manipulate the system, and live with spiritual hollowness.
Sputnik.........
The answer is not Sputnik.
Sputnik caused a panic that droves us as a culture into the craziness and unrest of the 60's.
People were tested from all walks of life to see if they were the next undiscovered genius.
There was a panic
resulting in a generation of students
who loved the word "correct."
They could get all the answers right--
but felt the hollow meaninglessness of their lives.
They found a voice in the music coming out of England.
So that was good.
That and the Blitz gave us Rock and Roll.
But did we really have to have this "Panic?"
I think the crisis in youth is all spirit oriented.
- They need to feel.
- They need to have meaning.
By 3rd grade the excitement about the world is disappearing.
Their eyes become glassy.
I'm not sure how this solution looks-- how to get kids what is lacking--
but it is not another Sputnik moment.
Let's not go there.
In 1976, John Holt published Instead of Education: Ways to Help People Do Things Better, whose conclusion called for a "Children's Underground Railroad" to help children escape compulsory schooling
Holt's philosophy was simple:
"... the human animal is a learning animal; we like to learn; we are good at it; we don't need to be shown how or made to do it. What kills the processes are the people interfering with it or trying to regulate it or control it."
David Elkind
His groundbreaking books — The Hurried Child,[1] The Power of Play[2] and Miseducation[3] — informed early childhood education professionals of the possible dangers of "pushing down" the elementary curriculum into the very early years of a child's life. By doing so, he argued, teachers and parents alike could lapse into developmentally inappropriate instructional and learning practices that may distort the smooth development of learning. He is associated with the belief of decline of social markers.
Now the Packers versus the Steelers!!!!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
DNC, Bassoons and coffee
Saturday Morning Blog
So here I am blogging. There has been altogether too much Bassoon in the air. I think Miss Dog must have invited it in. Fog is clearing, thanks to Java.
Rossini Quartets wow- listening to Sonic Tap while filling out the survey sent to me by the Democratic National Committee and trying to persuade Herr Migraine to lodge elsewhere. I was advised by my Pomeranian GentlemenFriend that I shouldn't bother because they just want money--The DNC not Herr Migraine.
As I am reading "Home Grown Democrat" by Garrison Keillor I am inspired to fill it out and mail it in.
Its not that I dislike Bassoons, they are tricky, and I don't expect them. They have a very good function in music-- but the timbre always startles me. There is a 12 step program I think....
I am so startled by the venom of the right. So much so that I feel like I can't really say anything about my politcal view amongst my Northwoods companions. Hearing a bit of the Glen Beck show last night really amazed me that people are really buying his picture of the world- and I think I live amongst them. So, when the DNC reached out to me--it was like a breath of fresh air--ooo I really am Democrat--
so I'll let myself be flattered and fill out the survey.
Packers win tomorrow I hope. I think both teams are kind of cool. Don't anyone tell my Pomeranian GentlemenFriend that I said that. I do like the Packers better- having had first had experience last year going to a game a Lambeau.
On with my day-- who knows what I'll get up to?
So here I am blogging. There has been altogether too much Bassoon in the air. I think Miss Dog must have invited it in. Fog is clearing, thanks to Java.
Mr. Migraine |
Pomeranian GentlemanFriend |
Its not that I dislike Bassoons, they are tricky, and I don't expect them. They have a very good function in music-- but the timbre always startles me. There is a 12 step program I think....
I am so startled by the venom of the right. So much so that I feel like I can't really say anything about my politcal view amongst my Northwoods companions. Hearing a bit of the Glen Beck show last night really amazed me that people are really buying his picture of the world- and I think I live amongst them. So, when the DNC reached out to me--it was like a breath of fresh air--ooo I really am Democrat--
so I'll let myself be flattered and fill out the survey.
Packers win tomorrow I hope. I think both teams are kind of cool. Don't anyone tell my Pomeranian GentlemenFriend that I said that. I do like the Packers better- having had first had experience last year going to a game a Lambeau.
On with my day-- who knows what I'll get up to?
Friday, February 4, 2011
Mopping the floor
There is a new me sprouting in the Northwoods. Our little house is always "Morning in the Forest." I need to work-- but until I remake that part of my life I'm remaking myself. And finding such laughter. My Pomeranian GentlemanFriend and Iwere sitting at the kitchen table watching TV. He was talking to Kyra on Skype and when he got done, we both realized that there was a strange "trickling water sound.' It turned out to be the sink over flowing. So -- hey we have invented a new way to mop the kitchen floor. It looked great.
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