Friday Photo: Blue Skies

Thinking about all the people preparing for Hurricane Irene renews my gratitude for the blue skies and sunshine we have today.

Prayers for those who have several days of “definitely-not-blue skies  and sunshine” weather ahead.

Six Things I Love

Growing up, I was always in a children’s choir at church, and one time we had a guest musician who sang with us and accompanied on his guitar.  We performed “Using Things and Loving People” by BJ Thomas. Some kind of brain-hardwiring must have happened to me during that performance because even now, 30+ years later, the phrase “Things I Love”  immediately causes the line “Cause loving things and using people / Only leads to misery” to float through my mind.

However… I thought such a list might be a good way to get back in the swing of things, since my little corner of the internet has gotten dusty.  So here are Six Things I Love –  if you’re interested, read on.

1. Quercus by Penhaligon’s of London: I bought this cologne based solely on a written description in a magazine, scent unsmelled. Risky, I know, but something told me this was right. I’ve worn it almost exclusively now for more than 3 years.

2. Earth Spirits Masks: My parents found these artists at the Yellow Daisy Festival years ago. I went back to the festival twice in later years just to purchase a mask from them. The first one I brought home reminded me of my paternal grandmother, who died when I was in college. The second one I bought looked like a sleepy baby – chosen when I was pregnant and thinking about what my baby might look like. I have four now. I am disappointed that Earth Spirits Masks won’t be represented at any craft festivals in my area anytime soon (according to their published schedule). Although I could order one online, I much prefer to stand in front of their display and let one of the masks choose me.

3. Miss Huff lantana: This year I put more effort than ever before into my front yard flower beds. Besides the bulbs we put in last fall, I’ve planted roses, hollyhocks, Black-eyed Susans, coneflowers, daylilies, and butterfly bushes. I pruned, mulched, and even watered when it got hot and dry (I hate to water). Although most of those plants have some degree of drought tolerance, the one that did the best was the ‘Miss Huff’ lantana I planted last year. It has gotten big and stayed beautiful all summer. Next year, the hell with variety – whatever doesn’t come back (I only do perennials) will be replaced by more Miss Huff. An added bonus is that the deer don’t seem to care for it, in direct contrast to the Black-eyed Susans which have all been chomped to stubby stalks.

Hard to see from the cell phone photo taken from some distance, but there are a doe and a fawn down the hill.

 

 

 

Growers Outlet in Loganville opens this week so I might have to make the trek out there. My Only Friend at work put me onto them and they are awesome.

4. Audible.com: With a basic membership at a nominal fee, you can get a new audiobook every month.  That’s usually more than enough for me, since the best time for me to listen is in the car, and I have a commute that is usually somewhere between 20 and 45 minutes, depending on traffic. So a single audiobook usually lasts me a good while. You can peruse their library and listen to snippets of the readings. Then you can download it to your computer, in a format compatible to whatever listening device you’ll use.

5. The Great Courses:  When I want to listen to something a little more intellectual than a novel, I turn to The Great Courses by the Teaching Company. I’ve been listening to Foundations of Western Civilization and the lectures are awesome. Each one is about 30 minutes and pretty engaging. I feel like I’m making connections I totally missed in college. Knowledge of historical events is another thing I appreciate more as I get older. The Teaching Company’s Great Courses makes it easier to incorporate a little education into each day.

6. Certain herbal teas, like Stash Lemon Ginger and Private Selection Sweet Cinnamon Spice. The Lemon Ginger has just enough of a bite. I started drinking this when I was sick with a cold, and I’ve had to buy boxes and boxes of it since (haven’t been sick again since, either). The Sweet Cinnamon Spice has just the right amount of sweetness and makes my office smell wonderful. Both are decaf, which is important for someone like me who goes into hyperdrive if a certain daily limit is exceeded.

What are some of the things you love?

Sisters

Woke up one morning last week to find both girls in my bed, in this position:

Warmed my heart.

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“Atlas Shrugged, Part 1″ – One Viewer’s Impressions

BF and I went to see the movie “Atlas Shrugged, Part 1” during its limited release on 300 screens. If you are familiar with the name, you already know what I am talking about. If you aren’t, this is the official movie website. Links from there will give you more background about the movie and the novel by Ayn Rand.

I’m not going to get into an in-depth comparison of the movie to the book and I’m not going to comment on the technical or artistic merits of the movie.  Perhaps there were things to be desired in all of those areas. But this is not meant to be an intellectual dissection, and frankly, I loved it.

If I could be any character from any novel, Dagny Taggart would definitely be on the short list.  Dagny is played in the film by Taylor Schilling and Henry Rearden by Grant Bowler.  I thought both actors nailed their parts and fell into the rare category of actors that looked almost exactly as I imagined their book characters. Rebecca Wisocky was another cast member whose interpretation of the novel character (Lillian Rearden) was spot-on. In fact, she pissed me off just as much during the movie as she did when I read the book. Judging from the snorts from the people around us during her scenes (not to mention the whispered “She is such a bitch!”), I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

Other characters, while well-played, I was less crazy about. I expected Jim Taggart (Matthew Marsden) to be older and less attractive, and Jsu Garcia’s Francisco d’Anconia didn’t strike the same chord for me that the novel’s Frisco did. But they got their points across, although I do wish we could have seen more of Francisco’s history. I suppose it’s complicated, but perhaps we’ll get some of that in the later installments.

ANYWAY… The best things for me about this movie were the novel coming to life and the spirit of the crowd there to see it happen. The theater was full of people, resulting in an excitement in the air that I have never felt in a movie theater before. Everyone seemed completely tuned in.  And no matter whether the dialogue was perfect or the details precisely matched, no matter how much was lost in the condensing of the first third of the novel into 102 minutes, for me Rand’s message still came through. I was sickened by the looters and how they made life hell for the people who were trying to keep things going. I was thrilled when the John Galt line was completed and that beautiful bridge made of Rearden metal stretched across the gorge, and when the train running on it for the first time reached first 250 MPH and then Wyatt Junction. And, if I already didn’t know what was happening, I would have wondered where all the country’s leading businessmen were vanishing to.

The novel Atlas Shrugged changed my perspective on life, as it did for many people. If you’ve actually read this entire post but haven’t read the novel, consider putting it on your “to-read” list. I doubt you’ll be sorry.

Friday Photo: Horse-Crazy

When you get your Girl-Card, is there some automatic requirement for a horse-crazy stage sometime between the ages of 5 and 11?
I remember being about 9 or 10 and reading Black Beauty, The Black Stallion books, Trixie Belden books, and many other pre-teen novels geared at girls who were in love with horses. And I was pretty sure that Pop could build a stable under the treehouse where the horse I imagined riding around the neighborhood could live.
I have apparently come full-circle on this topic — last night my kids asked me whether having the backyard fenced…if we ever do…  meant we could get a horse.  Preferably two, so they wouldn’t be lonely, and the girls could go riding together.
Gazing longingly at the 4 horses in that horse trailer

PS – The Wiki explanation for Trixie Belden doesn’t make much mention (if any) of the fact that Trixie & Co. had a stable of horses at their disposal, and the horses were often helpful when the kids were off solving mysteries. FYI.

A Wednesday Rant

A few things in the recent past have prompted a rant of sorts.

A Few of My Pet Peeves:

  • When people don’t pick up after their dogs, especially on public property (or on private property that doesn’t happen to be THEIR property).  Happening upon dog poop in your yard, or on school grounds, or in the subdivision common area. Is. So. Disgusting. Sometimes I wish I could take some guinea pig poop and leave it in their yards… but I don’t think that it would make the same impression.
  • When able-bodied people choose not to return their shopping carts to the shopping cart corral in the parking lot. They roll around and hit cars, block parking spots, are said to  increase grocery costs and are an aggravation in general. I saw a woman preparing to leave her cart in an empty adjacent spot at Kroger the other day. She was about my age, maybe a little older, and we were both parked far away from the store’s entrance (at an off-peak time with plenty of closer parking available) so I doubt mobility challenges were the issue here. She noticed me watching her and asked if I would like her cart. I was in a mood and perhaps more blunt than usual, so I said, “I don’t need it but sure, if you’re just going to leave it there, I’ll take it.” The cart corral was 15 steps away. I counted to myself as I marched the cart there and steered it in.
  • Speaking of parking lots… people who park their cars on the lines adjacent to a handicapped parking spot. Sure, it’s not a handicapped spot exactly, but do they know why it’s there? In part it is there to provide room for people who need a ramp to get in or out of their vehicle to deploy said ramp. If someone has parked in that area, they don’t have that room. Sure, they can still park in the handicapped spot if it’s empty, but what good does that do them if they can’t get out of their car? Or, what if they’re already in the store shopping, and they come out to find that they can’t get INTO their car?

Maybe sometimes people do these things out of true innocent ignorance of how their actions affect other people. I think most people have moments like that. But I also think that plenty of times people do these things because it’s easier for them and they do not care about the consequences to others.

And, now, to counterbalance some of that …

A Few of the Things I Love:

  • The moment my children see me at daycare in the afternoons. They may or may not drop what they are doing and come running, but they almost always look happy to see me.
  • Time spent just before bedtime with the kids, crammed together in the recliner, reading books or talking or just sitting there relaxing
  • Friday afternoons in general
  • The moment of going to bed when I’m absolutely exhausted
  • The way the air outside feels before a storm
  • The way the air outside feels after a storm
  • When something I’ve planted outside does well because I actually chose the right combination of plant, location and level of care.
  • A great book
  • Finding a hair product that does just what I want it to
  • Accomplishing a goal
  • Spending time with family and friends
  • Good coffee
  • Good beer
  • Longhorn’s Watermelon margarita
  • A clean house
  • Feeling like I’ve done something well
  • Living close enough to my parents and brothers that my kids know them well and see them regularly

What are some of your pet peeves? or things you love?

Once your child can read…

… car trips to Florida become a little more challenging.

” ‘We bare all’ … Mommy, what does that mean?”

Friday Photo: Old House

Here is a tumble-down old house in my area. Seeing old houses always evokes a feeling of mystery and nostalgia for me.

Also, just because I love the look and fragrance of wisteria (recognizing that the tree it is climbing all over may not feel the same way!)…

Weekend To-Do Lists

On most Fridays the weekend ahead seems to practically bulge with opportunity. Weekends with the kids are that way because I anticipate all the wonderful family togetherness (and the opportunity to use them for chore-labor). Weekends that the kids are with the Wasband, though, I almost paralyze myself thinking of all the things I can get done while I am on my own. Usually I have a mental list going, and if I were to actually write it down, it would probably look something like this:

Tonight:

  • Dance lesson
  • Buy a lottery ticket
  • Dinner with girlfriends
  • Buy some garden soil and pine straw on the way home if it’s not too late (do I have room in the car with the bikes in there, too?)
  • Charge cordless drill

Saturday morning before it rains:

  • Plant empty spot where the Leyland cypress was (short list: hydrangea, Chinese fringe plant, roses?)
  • Assemble garden box

Saturday afternoon:

  • Birthday party

Sunday morning:

  • Church (early service)

While it’s raining:

  • Clean out master closet
  • Bag up clothes for donation
  • Straighten office (clear desk, shred, file)
  • Finish importing books on CD into iTunes
  • Hang Grandma’s quilt back on wall (downstairs hall)
  • Install new light fixtures in master bath
  • Install new faucets in master bath
  • Move Wii down to a shelf the kids can reach (maybe!)

Sometime this weekend:

  • Help BF with guinea pig condo
  • Grocery shopping (check for recipes, make list)
  • Pick up a few “vacuum-the-air-out” storage bags
  • Take new gun to the range?

As a general rule, if I accomplish at least half of what’s on my list, I’m reasonably satisfied. That’s because often something takes longer than I think it will, or I get distracted, or maybe I find that I over-planned, or perhaps I simply feel like sleeping in or sitting down on the couch for a couple of hours to watch some of the TV that I’ve DVR’ed that week instead.

No matter what, I absolutely treasure weekends.

What’s your approach to weekends?

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