"Keep scribbling! Something will happen." Frank McCourt

Monday, July 13, 2015

Rain, Gardens and Millie.... Oh my!

I’ve been gone so long. I apologize, but I’ve not had much to say—blog wise, that is. I’ve been on summer vacation since the later part of June. Summer vacation means I’m supposed to catch up around the ruralhood, but the rain….

We’ve had rain. Lots of rain. How much rain? Welllll, rainy days and Mondays took on a new meaning. So much rain, that Noah called and asked if I wanted to reserve a seat on the Ark. 

For now, we have a reprieve from rain in MO, enough to mow my yard, check on the flowers and my two tomato plants. Local news reported that some areas around me received 14 inches of rain. With that much rain there’s been crazy flooding. Even in a large city like Springfield, cars were trapped under water on streets, for goodness sake. Bennett Springs State Park’s wooden bridge was closed. This isn’t unusual during high volumes of rain, but it was still closed days after the rain had stopped. There was large tree debris that had washed down  river and caught up in the trees along the banks. The rushing, dirty water didn’t stop the fisher people either. Nope. They were out, in the moving water, waders and big smiles on and fishing with determination.

Most importantly, Millie’s potty routine was thrown off. She thinks she's a delicate flower and doesn’t like squishy grass beneath her feet. 
"I will not go potty until the rain ceases!"
I’ve been working on a couple of flower gardens, in between the raindrops that is.

Here's the "stump" garden. The petunias that I planted in the stump are even prettier, since I took this photo. I need to refresh the mulch, since the rain. 



The rain created large Missouri ladybugs.
I created this from an old barbecue.
Below is the witches-circle garden. Don't ask! A running joke between my sister and myself. This is where my pool once sat. I would like to make a boardwalk through the middle, add more plantings next year, and make more whimsical things like a giant frog and maybe add a fairy garden or Gnomes or something.  

Below is what it looked like before the work. There is still much to do, but I think it looks better. 



A few months back, I had the wall between my dining room and kitchen blown out (and a new chandelier installed over the dining table). You know an “open concept”, but of course now I need new flooring. It takes me FOREVER to research and to decide anything. In this case I need to choose what is best for my bank account and lifestyle for both dining and kitchen. Walls gone is a freedom I like. I recommend it. Even my son, who NEVER likes change, loves it.

Both my kiddos had birthdays. Their cakes were fire hazzards lit up like they were. When did my kids get so old?

Of course I’m still writing, working on short stories. The one consistent thing in my life is that I write. 

That's about it.

Has it been rainy in your neck of the woods? How does your garden grow? Any house renovations? 

Monday, June 15, 2015

Millie Says Hello!

Millie is up to her old shenanigans. This time, she's decapitated a giraffe. 


Millie: What? Why are you looking at me like that? You told me to play with the giraffe.

Me: I told you to play nice with the giraffe, to make it last longer than one day. 



Millie: I didn't hear that part. To play nice.

Me: You rarely hear that part.

Millie: Oh well. What's done is done. Now back to chewing. 

I hope to be back to my regular blogging, soon. In the meantime, if you're in the mood, The Ruralhood has a new post: One Beautiful Sound.

-T

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Sunday Reflection: Be Used


Working as an Admin Assistant, in my younger years, I was responsible for assigning and managing student helpers, for our office. There were things we needed to consider as in the age and character of a student. When I became the one who chose the chosen, I added my own criteria to the list. I wanted students who were the “popular” and "not as popular"  kids from our school. I also wanted students who were outgoing and those who were shy. 

And…I wanted to pair the opposites together, in their assigned hour.

It was a challenge for me to direct the daily activities of completely different personalities, together. That's when I decided to let God use their own gifts to figure it out and I stepped back. Who could have imagined that an  introverted male student paired with a beauty queen, who had a kind and supportive heart, would get along so well and build each other up? Or what about a shy girl paired with a stronger personality girl? They became friends! Not best friends, but friends.

God often uses us to complement another even if it seems impossible. Be used!

" The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’" Matthew 25:40 (NIV) Read the entire chapter here.

Blessings,

Teresa
 
 

Monday, May 18, 2015

Period!


You need to know this about me. I learned to type on a typewriter. Manual. In the classroom, there was one electric typewriter, and we all had one turn using it.
I subscribe to Grammar Girl (Mignon Fogarty) because, as we all know, my grammar and punctuation skills are lacking. I nearly had a breakdown reading a recent article on the spacing between a period at the end of a sentence and the beginning letter of the next sentence.
I take periods seriously.
Grammar Girl said, and I quote, I haven’t been tempted to type two spaces for decades. It’s not like quitting smoking. I don’t find myself in nostalgic typewriting situations and suddenly get hit by an unexpected urge to type two spaces.”
I knew about the rule, but I didn't realize we're talking "decades" that the rule has existed. Were computers even used two decades ago? Okay they were, but barely.I touched my first computer in 1982--a Tandy. The next time would be 1991. 

Now back to periods.
GG may not have the urge to hit her space bar twice, but I still do. I can’t help it. I’m an impulsive, grammarless girl with twitchy fingers.
Do you know why we did the two-space after the period? We can blame the typesetters of yesteryear for that rule. “The story of spaces after periods is often told as though monospaced typewriter fonts needed two spaces after a sentence for good readability, and that the wide availability of proportional fonts on computers led to the switch to one space." Grammar Girl (Source)
What’s next?
  • I let you into my personal space?
  • I read with my eyes closed?
  • We suck in each other’s used air?  
  • And…howaboutsentenceswithnospacebetweenthewords? How do you like that one?
That’s all, except, please help me feel older by telling me on which machine you learned to type: Manual typewriter, electric typewriter or computer keyboard. If you say your cell phone, I will ignore you. 
Read the entire entertaining article on spacing after periods at Quick and Dirty Tips, here.
--Teresa 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday Reflection: In the Know


When my daughter was a three or four years old, she said a bad word and was upset that I gently told her not to say the word again. The injustice to her (I believe) wasn't that I corrected her for saying the word, but rather that she didn't know she wasn't supposed to say it. That day, she asked for a written list of “bad words”, that she shouldn’t say even though she couldn’t read many words, at that time.

The world puts in front of me all kinds of glittering things--the newest and the greatest. Some things are not good for me. Some things could harm me long-term, but nevertheless,they remain a temptation. It would be nice to have a list, in front of me, of all things that could have an adverse impact on my future or health. 

Give me understanding, so that I may keep your law and obey it with all my heart.

Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight.

Turn my heart toward your statutes and not toward selfish gain.

Turn my eyes away from worthless things; preserve my life according to your word.


It's not a crime to enjoy life, but not everything offered to us is beneficial or healthy. Thinking and praying before reacting, to those offerings, is the key.

My prayer: Dear Lord, I ask that you help me to "turn my eyes away from worthless things" so that I will experience less chaos and more blessings all of the days of my life. 

Blessings,
Teresa

Scripture source: Holy Bible, http://biblegateway.com