Saturday, April 24, 2010

Sunrise from My Lady's Bedroom

My writing: 4/19/1998

The bright red ball appears slowly over the watery horizon - the sun playing a sly game with the small linear clouds. The clouds though small were brave - thick enough to stand in front of that crimson orb and block its light for only their small perimeter. Inexorably, the sun climbs into the sky in and out of the pencil and crayon thin cloud lines. Finally it is high enough to make its rosy path on the calm lake waters - but still too morning young to blind the observing eye. A little higher, and that orb sinks behind some braver and stronger clouds -- still a round globe visible but weakened. Now its glory is reflected in a pathway always leading from me to the sun no matter where I wander on that lakeside. Now as the sun rises further behind the clouds, even that pathway dims -- its light reflected off of the tiny waves like fires burning , flashing, and flickering to guide me along that path. These signal fires can be seen all the way to the horizon, flashing and guiding, even where the lake surface is one with the sky. No one could mistake the way with such brilliant guidance.   

Have you ever seen such a path? If you do see one, follow it with your mind and you will no doubt be rewarded in nature's fashion.  
Another unusual sunrise occured also in 1998 from my bedroom window. There were lots of clouds around and then there was every so temporarily a rainbow to the south of the sun extending from one cloud to the next in a small short arch. A very interesting sunrise indeed. Like some religious picture or a fantasy art piece.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Pesach: A seder for a Schikza

      My husband wanted to go to a seder at Congregation Shalom this year, since they were offering it on the second night. Some friends also wanted to go so they put together a table of 8 for this event.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Arkansas Mother to Arkansas Son:

     One of my sisters found this treasure in amongst other papers at our mother's home in Illinois. I don't think I need any permission to reproduce this here. Try reading this outloud to friends or relatives. I guarantee you will break out in a belly laugh. Our family laughed until we cried together on Easter. Then I seriously began to think what it might be like to actually think like this???

Dear son,
     I'm writing this slow 'cause I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left. Your dad read in the paper where the most accidents happened within twenty miles of home, so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address as the last Arkansas family that lived here took the numbers with them for their next house so they wouldn't have to change their address.

     This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain, and haven't seen 'em since. It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.

     The coat you wanted me to send you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

     We got a bill from the funeral home, said if we didn't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral bill, up she comes.

     About your Sister...she had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you are an aunt or an uncle.

     Your Uncle John fell in the whiskey vat. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off playfully, so he drowned. We cremated him, and he burned for three days. Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pick-up. One was driving, the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other two drowned. They couldn't get the tailgate down. Not much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.

      Love, Mom

     Are you feeling any better yet?

Saturday, April 3, 2010

The Leather vs Persian rug tradoff.

An interesting light hearted story about marital bargaining and a new updated great room.