Monday, January 28, 2013

Every so often ...

... I read a poem that makes me catch my breath, and then feel like the light is a bit stronger, for no reason that I can identify.

This is today's:

To a Poor Old Woman

by William Carlos Williams

munching a plum on 
the street a paper bag
of them in her hand

They taste good to her
They taste good 
to her. They taste
good to her

You can see it by
the way she gives herself
to the one half
sucked out in her hand

Comforted
a solace of ripe plums
seeming to fill the air
They taste good to her

Saturday, January 26, 2013

For the WIN

Here's how to get tomorrow's supper ready today (unless you are the kind who Plans Ahead.  If you are that kind of person you don't need my advice.  This is for people who look at the clock every day at four and think "Really?  time to cook AGAIN?  Didn't I just DO that?"  For thirty years, supper has come as a surprise to me.  You'd think the surprise would have worn off by now.)

1. Sleep in.

2.  Have a really nice low-key day.

3.  Do math thusly:

"okay if A has be at Point Z by 7 and B has to be at Point Y by 7, nobody has to leave here until 6:30, so I should start supper at 4:30."

4.  Start supper at 4:30. 

5.  At five o'clock, have one of your children come dashing into the room saying "ACK!  I have to be there at six!!!" 

6.  Do math thusly.  "Some of us have to leave here at 5:30 then."

7.  Heat up leftover lasagna for your spouse, and cook frozen perogies for your children.  Wait to eat till everyone's done and have some lasagna AND a few perogies yourself.

8.  Calmly finish assembling the casserole you were assembling before  Step 5.

9. Smile the whole time you are doing dishes because DUDE!  tomorrow's supper is DONE.

Monday, January 07, 2013

"He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater"*

(*hymn)

I've been posting Daily Grace Notes to Facebook, lo, these many therapy filled months.  I try to find something to celebrate every. single. day. regardless of what else the day holds.

Today was a hard day.  Weekends seem to be a time of many flashbacks and therefore, emotional upheaval.  I knew I was facing a difficult therapy session today and was working hard at remaining courageous.

As I was getting ready to leave the house on errands at noon today, I looked out the kitchen window and there were two deer at the back fence, picking their dainty way across the snow.  (I sometimes wonder if the deer ask "Really, God?  Again with that house in the broad daylight?")

I looked up and said, "Thank you.  I love You too."

And the errands came and went and I dropped Brodie at hockey, and went to therapy, where I faced some scary scary things but survived.

After supper I took the dog for a walk, and as we're ambling around cul de sacs, etc, we come up on a ridge that overlooks the lake near our house.  There are actually two lakes, and this is the smaller one, and there's a rink cleared on it this year, and lovely sparkly lights in two of the big trees at the edge of the pond.  The lights were so pretty, we walked toward them, and just before we crested the ridge, I saw three deer, standing in silhouette against the lights under the great vast dome of starlight.

I looked up and said "Thank you.  I love You too."