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Burning down the house

by chuckofish

I spent my long weekend strolling through furniture stores and trying out sofas with daughter #1.

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We didn’t buy anything, but we took notes. We also strolled through several antique malls. I bought a book.

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I have been reading it and it is pretty darn good.

We went to a couple of happy hours and sat outside and on a roof deck, because the weather was beautiful. The wee babes came over with the boy and daughter #3 and we had a dance party where we introduced them (the wee babes) to the Talking Heads.

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A whole lot of drooling going on…

We barbequed, of course, and the bud learned some table manners.

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Little Lottiebelle impressed us with her mad skills.

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All in all, it was a fabulous long weekend at the end of which I caught up with daughter #2 in a 2-hour marathon phone convo.

Back to the salt mines and a slower pace. Have a good Monday!

A bad day at work is better than a good day in hell

by chuckofish

The weekend promises to be busy, what with two sons home and much to-ing and fro-ing going on. All the activity seems fitting for Labor Day weekend, although the DH and I won’t get Monday off. Still, hard work is worth celebrating, even if Labor Day has been co-opted by retail and politicized. Let’s just get down to the basics. As someone facing work-place struggles, here are a few things I wish my co-workers would remember.

  1. The value of working hard toward a goal depends on the goal. We’d all do well to remember that there’s a difference between working to make money or get ahead and working to improve your knowledge and character, or your family’s prospects.
  2. Remember that your co-workers are working hard, too, and their goals might just be more noble than yours.  In other words, do not run roughshod over other people in order to get what you want.
  3. All work and no play really does make everyone dull and boring. Get a life, but keep it balanced.
  4. When we work hard, we find out what we can do, and we discover inner strength and character. Laziness just makes us dumb and fat. Pull your weight at work.
  5. Although effort is inherently noble, hard work does not always pay off — at least not in money, recognition, promotions, or good grades. But at least we end up with the satisfaction of knowing we tried.

Take a moment this Labor Day to think about why you work and what you hope to accomplish. If your answer is that you don’t know and have no goals, then it’s time to figure that out. Cowboy up!

My Labor Day movie recommendation is John Ford’s How Green Was My Valley (1941) about the struggles of  a family of Welsh miners. Be sure to watch with Kleenex at the ready.

Have a wonderful weekend and remember this:

“Neither happiness nor respect are worth anything, because unless both are coming from the truest motives, they are simply deceits. A successful man earns the respect of the world never mind what is the state of his mind, or his manner of earning. So what is the good of such respect, and how happy will such a man be in himself? And if he is what passes for happy, such a state is lower than the self-content of the meanest animal.”  Richard Llewellyn, How Green was my Valley

 

A tisket, a tasket

by chuckofish

Daughter #1 is coming home for the long weekend, and for a moment last night I thought, “Oh, another trip to the airport!” And then I thought, “No! She’s driving home!” Yippee!

Earlier in the week daughter #2 got the online file of the pictures of her wedding from her photographer. She is plowing through them. What a job! It all seems like a long time ago, you know?

Screen Shot 2017-08-31 at 9.09.01 AM.pngThe wee babes were so much smaller!

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Two months later, little Lottiebelle seems so grown up!

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But will her daddy ever catch up on his sleep? Maybe he’ll get a chance this weekend! Of course, he’ll be chasing this little guy around…

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In other news, today the Episcopal church remembers David Pendleton Oakerhater (also known as O-kuh-ha-tuh and Making Medicine), who was a Deacon and Missionary, on their calendar of lesser feasts and fasts. Oakerhater was an honored Cheyenne warrior who fought in the Indian Wars of the late nineteenth century.

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While a prisoner of war in St. Augustine, Florida, he was converted to Christ. After being released, he was baptized, taking the name David Pendleton in honor of his sponsors Sen. and Mrs. George Pendleton, and studied for holy orders in the Episcopal Diocese of Central New York.

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(Side note: Senator Pendleton was the one who pushed a bill through Congress to found  the Carlisle Indian Industrial School in Pennsylvania.)  In 1881 Oakerhater was ordained deacon and returned to his tribe in the Indian Territory, accompanied by his mentor, the Rev. John Wicks. Oakerhater addressed his former comrades-in-arms, “…You remember when I led you out to war I went first and what I told you was true. Now, I have been away to the East and I have learned about another captain, the Lord Jesus Christ, and He is my Leader. He goes first, and all He tells me is true. I come back to my people to tell you to go with me now on this new road, into a war that makes peace…”

Wicks retired in 1884 because of ill health, but Oakerhater continued, winning hundreds to Christ. His people called him “God”s Warrior” and “Peace Chief.” He established the Whirlwind School near Fay, Oklahoma, a landmark in the education of the Cheyenne. For nearly half a century David Pendleton Oakerhater was a tower of strength and a symbol of the new faith to his Native American brethren. He died in 1931.

O God of unsearchable wisdom and mercy, you chose a captive warrior, David Oakerhater, to be your servant, and sent him to be a missionary to his own people, and to execute the office of deacon among them: Liberate us, who commemorate him today, from bondage to self, and empower us for service to you and to the neighbors you have given us; through Jesus Christ, the captain of our salvation; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God for ever and ever. Amen.

You can read portions of the BCP in Cheyenne here.

Have a great long weekend!

Just in the nick of time

by chuckofish

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Thanks be to God. I am literally on my last Longmire book and imagined that soon I would be descending into a deep post-Longmire depression. But, hey, a stay has been granted!

Thank you, Amazon, for your daily email alerting me to important things!

Some poetry and art for Wednesday

by chuckofish

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When summer’s end is nighing
And skies at evening cloud,
I muse on change and fortune
And all the feats I vowed
When I was young and proud.

The weathercock at sunset
Would lose the slanted ray,
And I would climb the beacon
That looked to Wales away
And saw the last of day.

From hill and cloud and heaven
The hues of evening died;
Night welled through lane and hollow
And hushed the countryside,
But I had youth and pride.

And I with earth and nightfall
In converse high would stand,
Late, till the west was ashen
And darkness hard at hand,
And the eye lost the land.

The year might age, and cloudy
The lessening day might close,
But air of other summers
Breathed from beyond the snows,
And I had hope of those.

They came and were and are not
And come no more anew;
And all the years and seasons
That ever can ensue
Must now be worse and few.

So here’s an end of roaming
On eves when autumn nighs:
The ear too fondly listens
For summer’s parting sighs,
And then the heart replies.

–AE Housman, XXXIX (from Last Poems)

August is nearly over–can you stand it? It is getting darker earlier and the sunrise is later. Have you noticed?

We have had lovely weather this month–amazing for August! I feel kind of guilty enjoying it with all that is going on in Houston. Our prayers go out to everyone down there and to all those teams of disaster relief volunteers who are heading to Texas. Vaya con Dios.

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Paintings of summer afternoons are (from the top) by: Franz Bischoff, Kawase Hasui, Andrew Wyeth, Herman Henry Wessel, Childe Hassam, Georges Seurat, Winslow Homer.

Revolving art galleries

by chuckofish

Recently I bought a used copy of Novel Interiors by the blogger Lisa Borgnes Giramonti.

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It is subtitled “Living in Enchanted Rooms Inspired by Literature,” so you can see that it is right up my alley. (My DP recommended it when it was published back in 2014!)

Anyway, one thing she wrote that caught my fancy right away was: “A kitchen windowsill is a revolving art gallery for favorite treasures.”

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Amen to that. I mean, who doesn’t collect interesting things on the windowsill over the kitchen sink? Of course, not everyone has a window over the kitchen sink–the house I grew up in did not–but everyone has a windowsill/catch-all somewhere…

The welsh dresser in my Florida room also serves as a catch-all for favorite things.

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Everything can’t be a perfectly curated tableau, right?

The Summer’s out of reach*

by chuckofish

Whew! Another busy week has come and gone. Son #1 moved home from DC, unpacked his stuff, and then threw out his back lifting one last piece of furniture. Poor guy. I feel terrible for him. Back pain is the worst. I’m afraid I don’t have any photos of the move or the sufferer just yet. Picture his brother’s move from a couple of weeks ago, but in reverse and without the cat or girlfriend. That’s right, my house is complete chaos and there’s stuff everywhere. I don’t mind at all — James is much more fun than a tidy house!

Meanwhile, although the attic clean-out has been temporarily suspended until we remove the monsters (probably a stray squirrel masquerading as a demon horde), I did uncover this splendid prayer that my DP wrote down and framed for me back in the day.

This is a good one to commit to memory. I’m going to hang it by my back door, where it will send me safely into the world and greet me upon my return. Also, doesn’t my DP have cool handwriting?

In other news…I turned off the news. That’s right. I did not visit a single news site all week, and since my remote is out of batteries, I watched no TV. Even then, I found it impossible to avoid hearing something about terrorist attacks and threatening hurricanes, but I must say that I found life greatly improved. It’s like an information stay-cation. Why not try it?

I am NOT suggesting that ignorance is bliss, but face it, the news is not exactly impartial and reliable these days. If you want spin, take dancing lessons.

This is the end of summer for me. Classes start on Monday. Sigh.

Have a great weekend!

*Don Henley, “Boys of Summer”

 

“We meet upon the level and we part upon the square”*

by chuckofish

Friday at last! Huzzah!

As today is the birthday of one of our favorite Scotsmen–Sean Connery,

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who is turning 87!–I think it is appropriate to watch (at least) one of his movies. I suggest The Man Who Would Be King (1975)TheManWhoWouldBeKingor Time Bandits (1981)Time_bandits.jpgor The Wind and the Lion (1975)8520c0c2a3be5fa1b6621f31f92b8d7b.jpg

You could also watch the early Bond movies or The Hunt for Red October (1991) or others, but don’t watch The Untouchables (1987) which, coincidentally, I watched the other night. Sean Connery won his only Oscar for this movie, but it is really pretty bad. It boasts a handsome young Kevin Costner, but every time Kevin opens his mouth, I cringed. He may look a little like Gary Cooper, but he doesn’t sound like him! What a terrible voice. Anyway, even Robert de Niro as Al Capone can’t save this movie, which is just a lot of mobster violence and bad music.

On another note, the wee babes visited their dad at his store the other day while their Nonnie (other grandmother) had to be somewhere else.

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They had fun in the stock room and were, of course, precious.

A few days later they were sitting up by themselves!

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Brilliant!

I  hope your weekend is brilliant too.

*Peachy Carnahan in The Man Who Would be King.

Like a twig

by chuckofish

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I have had a very busy month, and, indeed, a busy summer. Work has been especially stressful. I prefer my summers more low-key, but sometimes we don’t have a choice and we try to go with the flow.

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Neal: Oh, I know. You just go with the flow. Del: Like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream.

When I was in high school and college a busy social life was a sign of popularity. I was never very busy back then, so later, when my life got busier, I embraced it.

But last week Joyce Meyer reminded me that we are not called to be busy. We are called to be fruitful.

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness…(Galatians 5:22-23)

So how are you doing with the fruit? 

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Are you triggered by many things these days? I have to say, this is a favorite and oft-used emoji on my group text these days. I need to work on that.

Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, and Self-Control. To these I commit my day. If I succeed, I will give thanks. If I fail, I will seek His grace. And then when this day is done I will place my head on my pillow and rest.”
― Max Lucado

Yep

by chuckofish

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The Cheyenne Nation warmed to the old man. “What did you do? For a living.”

He gestured toward the book lying on the counter to our left, Herodotus’s The Histories. “I taught world history at Black Hills State.”

“‘Men trust their ears less than their eyes.'”

He nodded and looked sad. “He is rather one-sided, but he’s still the most reliable historian of the ancient world.” The old scholar considered me. “I find it hard to believe that a Wyoming sheriff quotes Herodotus.”

“It’s a magnificent book.”

He placed a wrinkled hand lovingly on the tome. “I read it periodically to convince myself that we live in more civilized times.”

“Yep.”

–Craig Johnson, An Obvious Fact

(The picture is of Virginia Woolf’s retreat at Monk’s House)