We had a thunderstorm at 4:30 in the morning, I woke to listen for a while smiling when I realized that I didn’t know if the power had gone out or not. Gone are the days when worry about the clocks being disrupted by an interruption in electricity.
Any movement – any culture – will fail if it cannot paint a picture of a world that people will want to go to.
This quote is as important today as it was when King said it. While I can picture the world I want to live in, painting it isn’t possible, I’m not that skilled with a paint brush. Therefore, words are all I have today.
The first figures for my challenge are from my water bill. Yesterday I told you the goal for water usage was 10 gallons per person per day.
For the months of February and March my usage was 207 and 213 respectively. My usage rose some since last year. I added a washing machine to do my laundry where last year I sent out all my larger items (to my lovely daughter-in-law) to have them washed. Also, from June until March of this year I had my son and granddaughter staying with me every weekend, using my shower, flushing the toilet and washing up. With those things in mind, I’m not real concerned about the increase.
It’s wonderful having my house back finally. The first thing I did was move all the furniture back into place and scrub the place top to bottom. I forgot just how much of a mess children can make in such a short period of time.
We baked together, played board games and shared books. Can’t think of a better way to entertain guests.
The birthday girl had a lovely day. She asked for a Mulan inspired day. We weren’t sure how the boys would enjoy it, but enjoy it they did. Dad even arranged for a face painter who was very talented. You can see my youngest brother behind her (in the green shirt). Baby brother is the only sibling I keep in touch with but he lives a couple of hours from me so it was good to catch up with him and his wife.
Time seems to be flying, I wonder if it’s a symptom of getting older. Saturday my youngest granddaughter turns six.
Family is coming in from all over to celebrate which means another weekend of a full house for me. People will be sleeping every where. I’ll have the upstairs filled, two of the little ones will be sharing my room with me and I’ll even have a guest on the couch.
I talk often about the problem of homelessness. I have been fortunate not to have been without a home in my lifetime, but there were many times I was a paycheck away from losing everything.
I think my concerns for people who live on the streets began when I was a preteen. I was living in an abusive situation and weighed which was more dangerous, staying in my current situation or running away.
What is Valentine’s Day and should we celebrate it?
Valentine’s Day began as a religious holiday to celebrate a religious figure in the Christian church. It has been co-opted into a commercial success by convincing us we need a special day to celebrate love.
Early in life I realized there was more to life than how much money I could make. I didn’t receive a great deal of pleasure from shopping or acquiring stuff, so a minimalist lifestyle was easy to adopt. I am happy where I am and don’t long for more. Yet, that mindset can lead me to wonder why others need so much or how individuals can accept large expenditures on their behalf.
When I was nineteen my uncle openly bragged about the cost of insurance for his and his wife’s jewelry. I struggled with that one. Why would you spend money on jewelry that you then worried about so much that you would insure it? Me, I loved to express my individuality through jewelry but preferred costume pieces that wouldn’t draw unwanted attention.
When I found myself pregnant with my first child I knew in my heart I was carrying a boy. I didn’t have the excitement one should feel when they learn they are about to bring a new life into the world. Instead, all I felt was fear. I was so afraid I went to my doctor and through tears pouring out of my eyes told him I couldn’t have this child.
He asked me why? My only answer was that I couldn’t bear the responsibility for bringing another boy into the world who could treat a woman the way his father had been treating me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold my head up and be proud to have raised a man who felt it was okay to beat a woman.
When I first downsized my belongings I found I was left with less material possessions than I had imagined possible at the start. I began my downsizing as an effort to declutter my over-flowing kitchen cabinets. During the process I realized I was existing in the shadow of a former life. Here I was a mother who no longer had children at home yet every where I looked in my home the stuff I was caring for, cleaning and maintaining, was the possessions of a mother whose children still lived with her.