Friday, September 29, 2006
I've been goofing off tonight - and as a result, I am jealous!! I haven't posted projects anywhere for awhile because all I am working on is Christmas gifts...but after looking through Lisa's site (http://www.groggyfroggy.blogspot.com/). I just have to put up some backstuff so I look creative...
This is a thrifted tray that I painted, distressed, and decoupaged for my MIL's birthday...
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I'll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
the leader’s ululating melody
with staccato counterpoint from the pack
seemed to nibble at the edges of her dreams.
at night the damage was invisible but come morning
when dreams are shaken out and held up to the sun
shadows fell in tatters on the grass, savaged by hungry teeth
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I called for Dad so he could see and that is all she needed to hear...then she knew it was something remarkable and she starts laughing and says 'funny.' After I get her down she kept jabbering on about how funny she was...she is hard not to laugh at even when she is being naughty!!
Needless to say, her room got rearranged, again.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
the action of memory
on the grid side of the calendar
mary drew a square, executed precise folds,
made little clips with her scissors
and when the tiny box was done
the sun from the photo side
squeezed nicely into the top-left corner
why it was not in the center, pulsing
she did not know
she sucked the paper-cut on her thumb
her teeth pressed into the edges to numb the ache
and it seemed to her that nothing was more obvious
than the rain but for some reason the sky was blue
all that she kept in the box
was a handful of dried buffalo grass
and an empty chrysalis she found
on their walk last Sunday
Monday, September 25, 2006
Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize. Borrow. Break. Monopolize the bathroom. Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks. Are always underfoot. But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there.Defending you against all comers. ~Pam Brown
After church it was lunch and long naps. The girls were pretty rambunctious in the afternoon after they woke. Poor K isn't feeling good at all.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
"With all this Injustice, he is never in good Case but like those among Men who live by Sharping & Robbing he is generally poor and often very lousy. Besides he is a rank Coward: The little King Bird not bigger than a Sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the District. He is therefore by no means a proper Emblem for the brave and honest Cincinnati of America who have driven all the King birds from our Country . . .
"I am on this account not displeased that the Figure is not known as a Bald Eagle, but looks more like a Turkey. For the Truth the Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America . . . He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage, and would not hesitate to attack a Grenadier of the British Guards who should presume to invade his Farm Yard with a red Coat on." Benjamin Franklin in a letter to his daughter
So we went to Archivers and walked around. Something about that place really, really bugs me. But that is a different issue.
Friday, September 22, 2006
along the bottom of her skirt
he lay on his back
in the brilliant grass
white floats above him
twirling on its axis
as gentle as guitars
strumming in the distance
he reached up to touch
those knees flirting
just beneath the hem
and like smoke
they shifted on the breeze
and floated away
The photo is the closest thing to a photo with eyelet lace on it. :) It is certainly not my best photo ever. :)
The poem is the first thing I've written in a long time. I've been mentally stimulating myself by working through a poetry workbook and reading. The night I wrote this, I knew I wanted to write something but I didn't have any ideas. I was sitting here at the computer when I saw a basket of eyelet/grommets in my workbasket. While I don't make it clear (I don't really intend to - I like the ambiguity) this is the perspective of a young boy who is crawling around playing on the ground at a party...you know the classic.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all." Laura Ingalls Wilder
It is fascinating that the desire for a simpler life is seen even then, in a time most people would not have considered terribly complicated.
C, my oldest, has recently become a Laura Ingalls Wilder fan. We have the unabridged audio tapes for the first two books of the series and she loves them. They are read by "Cherry Jones" who the entire family enjoys as a narrator. As usual it sparks my desire to know more so I am now reading "A Little House Reader" which a compilation of quotes from writings throughout Laura's life. It really is fascinating to me how they lived as they settled the prairie. It also fascinates me to read of the wandering spirit of Pa and how often they moved.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
I've spent the afternoon, trying to work on various projects for Christmas. I feel that I lack focus and that I am scattered...I was great on Monday but yesterday and today have been difficult.
So when my friend Marie pointed me towards her blog, I decided to follow her lead.
Mine will not be so nearly focused as hers, so be it. :)