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Monday, July 14, 2008
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Random current thoughts and events
I gathered my belongings and left my "bed", casting a backwards glance at it; not a fond glance. It was a cold one (why can't folks get control of air-conditioners? I'm rarely, if ever, cold inside in winter, but am frequently cold inside in summer).
It was an extremely noisy bedroom; loud, really. Floor scrubbers whirred in the night, people engaged in random conversations at exaggerated volumes, paper and plastic rustled, things went "bump" and "thud" and "clickety-click, clickety-click". A loud woman kept repeating, "Uh, uh, uhhh.. I jes' swept this flo' and look at it!. Uh, uh, uh!" And the bed was really just a series connected vinyl-covered chairs, which left me to straddle arms in order to get horizontal. I placed a piece of paper over my eyes in an attempt to dim the intensely bright light. Then I realized the paper helped me to stay warm, and even though the light was far to bright to be blocked, I got a bigger sheet and put it over my most of my head. I felt like a street person for a moment. Who cares about stylin' when you're freezing, trying to sleep in an airport? Not me.
After tossing and turning for a few hours, I now look fairly randy, and feel even moreso. Cinnabon and Starbuck's should open at 6:00...in about an hour.
Shift. If you ever have influence over children in any role, including as a teacher, parent, or grandparent, never say, "Now tell so and so you're sorry." It's great if you can help them to actually be sorry and to want to apologize, but no value accrues to either party in a forced apology. They come to understand that it's okay to ask for forgiveness yet to not really mean it.
Shift. I never want to be a man who doesn't touch my wife. I never want to be a man who seems to ignore my wife. In this airport, since "getting up" an hour ago after more and more people invaded my "bedroom", I've watched lots of men and women. Some men are too cool to acknowledge their wives. Some are too dignified to interact when their wives or girlfriends are playful. I loved watching the guys who walked holding their wives hands, tenderly walked alongside with a hand in the small of her back, or had an arm wrapped around her, and actually looked at her and smiled.
I love watching people. I love watching men, and wondering who they are and which of their shortcomings they are thinking about. I love watching women as I wonder how they're being treated. I love watching children, and watching parents or grandparents and children interact. I watched a middle age couple and a teen boy greet an older teen or early twenties boy, who I'm sure was just returning from college or some similar adventure. The love and joy on all the faces made my heart prrrr. I shared my appreciation of all the love with the mom...told her how it made my day. Then I watched a mom and two boys, about 4 and 6, walk down a long corridor by baggage claim, holding pictures they had colored for some lucky person arriving home.
It was dad who appeared at the opposite end of the corridor. I stopped to watch the greeting. The older of the two boys broke away from mom and brother to greet dad, running towards him. I anxiously awaited seeing dad love on the precious child. He more or less just shook his hand and rubbed him on the head, not even an enthusiastic, "Hi, buddy!", or a "Hello, son! I'm so happy to see you!" Knucklehead. You blew that one. Even if you did not receive it at his age, you should be able to perceive that your son needs love.
Shift. Time to board. I know there will be blankets there.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
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Arriving just in time for Thanksgiving?
I was mowing the meadow last weekend. The meadow is a one-acre section surrounded about 280 - 300 degrees by trees. It's a special place, anchored on the north side by a gorgeous, stalwart, oak tree that I named "Kimberly". I determined to mow the meadow once or twice per year to control the encroachment of undesirable trees and shrubs upon the grasses and flowers that it should be characterized by.
After circling the meadow several times, cutting a ring about 20 feet in from the perimeter, I noticed a pile of eggs in the stubble just inches from my tractor tire. I immediately discerned they must be turkey eggs due to their size, either that or Madagascar Elephant Birds, which I'm pretty sure are extinct. They were not chicken, quail, pheasant nor any other bird in these parts. Dismounting, I saw that I had crushed one, but that six remained intact. I did not smell a foul odor emanating from the crushed egg, so I expected that they had a hen turkey sitting on them until I started mowing. I carefully gathered them and fast-walked to the house, quite exicted to surprise and delight my wife.
She was excited with me as we opened up the incubator and readied it for its newest treasures. Once it was plugged-in, watered, and the eggs carefully placed, I took Kim back to the meadow to evaluate the nest and the crushed egg; to check the embryo. Kim agreed that the eggs are alive and, judging by the state of development of the embryo, that they may have 10 or so days before they hatch. Hopefully, we'll have up to six wild turkeys to raise, saved from certain death. There is no way momma would come back to sit on them. She'd have been totally exposed to the raccoon's, opossum's, and coyotes that skulk about by the light of the moon.
It promises to be a fun adventure. I'll keep you posted.
Monday, June 30, 2008
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I'm bringing Xanga back - drop a comment if you're with me!
Friday, March 28, 2008
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A sweet, trusting spirit, the likes of which I desire.
I’ve only done this once since becoming a Xanga member; copied and pasted content I did not write, but this has to be on my site for you.
Ryan and Lora Kesselhon are friends who are involved in full-time ministry through Campus Crusade for Christ. They serve on college campuses and live in Duluth, MN. They are two of the most awesome people I know, awesome in their total devotion to Christ and their courageous, yielded willingness to live for Him, to take up Chist's causes, to be truly His disciples. (That's the direction I'm headed, prayerfully.)
Anyhow, several months pregnant with their third child, Lora learns she has a severe, deadly cancer...a blood cancer that has settled in her brain. The chemical therapy which would be most likely to save her live would probably take yet-born baby Ruth's life. So they have decided that Lora will start meds that will not attack the cancer, but might cause it to "tread water", while they gain precious weeks of life inside her momma to allow Ruth to grow stronger before she is delivered C-section. The story if Ryan and Lora is worth reading from the start...amazing they way they peacefully trust God and rely on Him...but this last entry of Lora's was especially a blessing to me. I hope you enjoy it too.
I guess it was the reduced amount of steroids that they had me on the other day that allowed for the full night sleep, because here I am again, back to my 4am schedule. Thats ok, it gives me time to connect with all of you.
Ryan is leaving to go to Duluth today, Thursday. He will be able to do our taxes and other odds and ends, and then attend his grandfather's funeral on Saturday in East Troy, WI. My mom and both of my sisters will be here to help me with the girls until he returns on Sunday.
I think that Phil one of the residents [R & L take in borders...folks who have no where else to go...and charge them nothing] at our house is going to be especially glad to see Ryan. He misses us a lot. We had gotten a family picture taken with him when he first moved in, and we made sure that he had it up in his room after we were gone, so that he wouldn't get so lonely for us. He is so sweet and probably misses the girls above all.
Speaking of the girls, yesterday was so precious to me. I had all of these unexpected little special times with each Hava and Maren. They stuck out as such unique, beautiful, little girls to me that it was hard for me to hide my tears from them as we were snugglling or playing. It was a weird day with Ryan's grandpa dying and my own strange physical changes, that the thoughts on my mind were straying to wondering if I would be able to be their mommy all their lives and what that would look like for them. How that would affect them as girls to have had their mom die before they could really remember her, and having only heard stories or seen pictures, really did a number on me. Even now the thought sends hot tears down my face. But I know that I cannot go there quite yet. There are still so many things in our favor with regards to my treatment going well and with all of you praying for me to such a great and compassionate God, I continue to just take one day at a time and trust Him as I have learned to do over the last 12 years.
Speaking of trust, someone reminded me of a kindof embarrasing story involving trust from Ryan and I's early days of dating that I thought I'd share this morning.
We were at Living Water's Bible Camp in Westby, WI for a Campus Crusade Spring Retreat. It was kinda early in our relationship, and most people didn't really know we were dating. After all of the events of the day were done, Ryan and I were walking outside holding hands talking about the titles girlfriend and boyfriend. I told him that I didn't really like those names becuase to me they sounded like they were going to end. Ryan in his witty mind interpreted (girlfri"end"), thinking I was talking of the spelling, not so much the social context. So he said, well we could be "boyfri and girlfri so there'll be no "end", and here it was born, our new official titles that we still call eachother to this day.
So your wondering where is the embarrisng part? Well only moments later of this sweet bonding moment, one of the guys that Ryan was discipling came walking towards us. Ryan dropped my hand! Oooo.... I was immediatly shocked! The guy didn't know we were dating, but did it matter? Oooo... he could of just introduced us. I went back to my cabin and stewed. To think, I thought this guy was the one. Its over! Now wait, I took a deep breath and talked with the Lord. Everyone can make mistakes, I'll just pray that the Lord convicts him of his mistake, and if he appologizes with out me saying anything, then I'll know that he is still the one and we'll continue. Pretty gutsty. So the next morning the speaker said everything that I wanted to say to Ryan about our "incident" in his talk about relationships. I was pretty pleased with myself as I sat there wondering what Ryan was thinking of what he was saying and hopefully applying it to the last night's episode. Later on during break time we went to watch people playing paint ball and Ryan confessed his lack of manlyhood by dropping my hand in front of the guy. And deeply asked my forgiveness. Of course you know I did with smile, and it has been a funny story ever since.
The thing I learned then and so many times after that was that I could bring any concern, thought, or frustration to God before handling it myself, and He ALWAYS works it out. And not only does he just work it out, but with some amazingly better style than I could have ever pulled off. So I trust Him, there is no one else who has proved themselves so faithful.
Seize the day! love, Lora
Disciples of Christ are somehow "other" than Christ followers. Christ calls all of humanity to "follow me". Some do, and choose to become Christian. Others, however, take the next steps, and really adopt Christ's agenda...the agenda that He lived...and died for. That's for me. R & L are so transparent, so awesome in letting who they are as man and woman show, and in letting who they are in Whom they serve show; disciples called to a big calling, that being active servants of the Living God. It's radical. I love it. Again, that's for me.
(Ryan and Lora Kesselhon's journal can be found in http://www.caringbridge.org)
Monday, March 24, 2008
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Jack's snow balls
We've enjoyed this phenomena for years, since Spike was a pup, but I don't know that we ever obtained video of it. When the temperature is near freezing--from within a few degrees below to a couple of degrees over--and the snow is of the heavier and wetter variety, our Shih Tzu's have accumulated dozens of snow balls on their legs, chest, and belly. If they are outside long enough, they accumulate so many balls that they can barely walk.
It's really hilarious when they accumulate a vast number, as Jack did here, for as much as a nuisance as it is for them to walk, they love being outdoors so much that they tolerate it. And yes, it's funny, but it's a real hassle after the first few instances each winter, because the balls will not merely brush off; they stick like sin. If they are few and small, you can remove them with a hairbrush and towel, though you will have a wet mess where you do it. If there are many, you might as well just plop the playful pup in a tub of warm water; that's going to be the most effective means of getting rid of them.
We shot this video last Saturday, after a new 10" snowfall, bringing our total accumulation to about 94 inches for the season.


