Nana has tales to tell, and thoughts to share.

Hot, Hot, Hot

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You get the idea.  It is a tad on the warm side today.    Hot, hot, hot.  Those who live in the Southwestern states would say, “Yah, but it’s a DRY heat.”  Don’t try to kid me.   Hot is Hot.  If I enjoyed hot weather I would move to Arizona.

Unfortunately it is not a ‘dry heat’ today.  It is MUGGY.  Which is worse.  If I enjoyed muggy heat, I’d move to Florida.

I am one of those who just melt as the mercury rises.  I’m as good as a wet dishrag.  An unmotivated wet dishrag.  I sit, I sweat, and I complain.  Lovely, huh?

I guess that is why it is a good thing  God blessed us with different types of climates; so us fuss-budgets could have a choice as to favored environments.  I have lived most of my life in the Midwest.  The northern Midwest.  I spent a pleasant time living in coastal Washington with its marine climate.  Not too hot, not too cold, it was just right.

Presently I live a shade north of the geographical enter of Minnesota.  I haven’t lived here long, but I have noticed that it is all about location, location, location.  All the bad weather stays south of us.  Big snow storm coming?  Southern Minnesota gets dumped on.  Tornadoes, severe thunderstorms, heat waves?  All south of us.

I wish I could say that northern Minnesota is always this paradise.  Once every decade or so the temps do hit three digits.   But for us fragile melty types, a great deal of the time our environment suits us just fine.

Yah, it’s a hot one today; but tomorrow promises thunderstorms.  Which means southern Minnesota will get the thunderstorms, and we’ll get some rain with a drop to more tolerable temps.  I may be a bit testy today, but I know it won’t stay this way long.  Praise the Lord for different climates!

In the world of blogging, I have become quite active – less.  Nothing personal,  I have missed reaching out to you, it’s just that I haven’t had anything to reach out with.  My computer is just fine and dandy.  It checks e-mail, the news, the weather, and Facebook every day.  Sometimes several times a day.  My computer gives out information at the push of a button; but there seems to be some difficulty with the input of information.

I guess that makes me the problem.  It’s a software issue.  My cranial software seems to be on the fritz lately.  Actually its been on the fritz for several months now.   I have been in a lazy, hazy crazy daze  for some time.  Personally, I think it is survival instinct for me.  When life starts going crazy, I slide into my lazy hazy daze for self-preservation.

Suddenly I stop and realize that it is almost the end of June.  “Wait a minute… what happened to May and June? ”  Boy, if you aren’t paying close attention, time has a habit of sneaking right past one.  And during that zippity-do-dah race of time, a lot of things have taken place.  I know.  I have them marked down on the calendar.

So where was I?  Present, but not totally accounted for.  I could excuse my lack of mental activity I suppose.  Fibromyalgia tends to put one in a ‘fog’.  The medication I take does the same thing.  By nature I am a blonde.  Warm weather saps all my energy.  Okay, I admit, there haven’t been that many warm days this summer; but at my age, the internal thermostat seems to run independent from the outside temperatures.

Some folks have suggested that I need to exercise my mind to keep it active.  Blogging is supposed to help, until my mind shuts down and I can’t think of anything to blog about.  Playing mind games such as crossword puzzles and Sudoku are also good ways to keep the dendrites active.  I enjoy those little books filled with such puzzles.  I keep them in the bathroom, (multi-tasking you know).  Trouble is, I have a tendency  to stay in the bathroom a long time.  Then the dog has to bust through the door to check on me.

Anyway, according to my calendar a few things have taken place since I last posted.   Quite a few memorable activities that I really need to haul out of my haze and properly file them in long-term memory.

But enough about me.  How have you been?  Tell me about your summer and how things are with you.   God bless!

Happy Nana with grandson Phineas

A Special Birthday

Today, May 2, 2011 is the 400th birthday of the King James Version of the Bible.  It was in 1604 or so, when King James in England decided he wanted the Bible translated from Greek and Hebrew into “The King’s English” so that the common man could read Scripture.  It took seven years for the Biblical translators to complete their task.  And what a glorious task it was!  For the first time, the English people could possess and read God’s Holy Word in the language they knew.

What a change took place for the  Christian and the church.  No longer were they dependent on learning God’s Word through the few church leaders who knew how to read Greek and Hebrew.  No longer might someone lead them astray, saying “He said!”   Now they could study God’s Word.

Since 1611, many others have translated the Bible into the English of their day.  But the King James Version has remained strong, familiar, and favorite – for 400 years!  I grew up with the King James Version of the Bible.  My grandparents gave me my first Bible when I was in 3rd grade.  It was a pretty big deal.  Black leather-bound, parchment pages edged in gold.  My name and the year 1963 were engraved on the front cover.  My Bible was my prized possession.  I used it throughout parochial (Lutheran) elementary school,  high school, and college.  In high school and college we studied God’s Word in-depth.  I underlined passages, highlighted others, color coded the missions of St. Paul, and wrote notes in the margins.  My little KJV Bible was well-loved, and well used.

In 1984 our Lutheran Synod began using the New International Version.  It was time to update the Bible into language we used and understood in this modern-day and age.  It took people a long time to accept the change.  Some how it seemed unholy to say ‘you’ instead of thee and thou.  But the need for people to understand God’s Word in their spoken language is the driving force for new translations.  Amazingly though, the King James Version is still in use 400 years later.  There are passages that just can’t be recited in any other way!

              “And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a degree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed…”  Luke 2: 1-20

              “The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.  He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;  …”     Ps. 23

               ” In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.”  Genesis 1:1

Therefore, in honor of the 400th birthday of the King James Bible, I would like to share with you one of my favorite childhood readings from the KJV Bible.

“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth.
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved;
He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is thy keeper;
The LORD is thy shade upon thy right hand.
The sun shall not smite thee by day,
Nor the moon by night.
The LORD shall preserve thee from all evil:
he shall preserve thy soul.
The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in
From this time forth,
And even for evermore.”         Psalm 121


Yah, I got  it – bad.

I so badly want to sit down with my netbook and write away.  I have the netbook.  I have the time.  I have the education.  I have experiences from life…

I just can’t think of anything to write about!

During the 20 years I taught elementary education, I spent a great deal of time and effort teaching my young students how to write.  We did daily journaling.  Much of the time the students wrote about whatever they wanted.  I had one first-grader who wrote exclusively about going bear hunting with his dad.  His entries were very descriptive on every aspect of bagging a bear.  During a Parent-Teacher conference, I learned that while his dad was a big hunter, the little wanna-be had as yet to experience hunting with his father.

In order to introduce other styles and topics of writing, teachers make use of  journaling prompts.  There are many ways to use writing prompts.  Resource books offer sentence prompts, picture prompts, and special writing stationary that helps stimulate the students’ imagination and writing.  Or, teachers  just tell them what to write about, like; “Why is there a polar bear swimming in your back yard pool?”

In my efforts to overcome my writers’ block I spent hours googling sites that might offer writing prompts.  I found dozens of such sites.  I read through dozens and dozens of prompts, advice, and strategies for good writing.
Nothing.
Blank.
Blocked.

Many bloggers write about their families – especially their children.  I have children.  Four of them, with lots of tales.   But I can’t write about them.  They won’t let me.   Many blog sites feature food, but how often can one write about heating up frozen pizza?  Then there are sites that give advise on organization, frugality, spirituality, photography, and  craftology.  But I read those sites to learn something.  How could I write about something I’m not an expert on?  Would anyone be interested in my experiences at getting all tangled up in my attempts at knitting?

Maybe politics, current events, civil rights… all the ‘hot topics’…but it seems as though my brain is no longer wired for intellectual verbalization.  Too many years spent at the first grade level.

I just can’t think of anything to write about!   So, I publicly and officially admit it –

“Hi, my name is Terri, and I have Writer’s Block!” 

Is there a cure ?  Some kind of 12 step program?
Maybe tomorrow I will think about something to write.

I know all about Black Holes in space.   I learned all about them watching Star Trek, The Next Generation, Voyager, and Enterprise on TV.  I have read dozens of Star Trek type novels.  Oh, I’m a die-hard Trekkie.  So I know about those nasty little things known as Black Holes.  They happen when a dying star implodes, and the gravitational reaction pulls everything in with it.  To where ever stars go when they die.  Basically , you want to avoid black holes in space because whatever goes in, never comes out.

Ominous.

Kind of like my pantry closet.

The apartment we chose to rent is  blessed with a good size kitchen.  There are enough cupboards for the dishes, and countertop space for all the ‘gadgets’.  Besides all that, there is a pantry closet next to the fridge.  When I first gazed upon all that space with the three big shelves just waiting to hold all my food, I was ecstatic.  When we moved in and I unpacked and moved into my new kitchen I was thrilled.  I had so much fun putting the food stuff away in my new pantry.
How pretty!
How organized!
How convenient!

Then we went grocery shopping.  Again, and again, and again.  Suddenly, no matter how much we shopped for groceries, we could never find anything to eat at meal times!  Where was all that food we’ve doled out money for?
In the pantry…
somewhere…
under all that stuff piled in the closet.

Boxes and cans and bags of whatever.  It was such a jumbled mess that I needed Mandy our Collie to sniff out where her dog food was hiding.  Having three, big, deep, shelves were great for holding a lot of stuff, but you couldn’t see past the first row of anything.   Suddenly I realized that a new organizational system was needed.  I needed a narrow shelf system where I could see all the little items lined up in a single row.

Thus began the hunt for a pantry shelf unit for the closet door.  Since the door has fancy panes in it,  is hollow, and it doesn’t really belong to us… we figured we couldn’t just screw the shelving unit into the door.  We needed one of those “over the door hanging shelf units”.  I’ve seen them before!  They would work perfectly!

I looked everywhere I thought might carry such a home-improvement item.  No such luck.  So, I went online and searched.  Persistence pays off!  There, it was pictured, exactly what I had in mind!   So I ordered it.  And waited weeks for it to come.  Finally it arrived.  In a not so big box.  Some assembly required I bet.  As I opened the box and dug out all the packing material, I found the nice, neat, tightly bundled packet of wire shelves and two-foot long plastic runners.

“Um…where are the ‘over the door’ hangers?  How is this suppose to work if the shelf runners just snap together?”  I took physics in college, I knew that those snapped-together-plastic- runners wouldn’t bear the weight of all the shelves.  So back to my computer I went to find the web site picturing my over-the-door-pantry-shelves.

You have to be very careful when you go shopping.  You need to read ALL the fine print concerning your purchase.  And you have to look CAREFULLY at the display picture to make sure you are getting what you want.

Eventually Handy Hubby jerry-rigged the shelf thing so we could hang it.

Now my pantry is organized, and I just might find something to cook for dinner tonight.

I moved to the land of 10,000 lakes, and happen to live near one of those lakes.  It’s right across the street from me.  I get to enjoy it from the windows and balcony of my apartment building.  Enjoying the view of the lake is probably all one can do.  It isn’t a very big lake.  It doesn’t have any beaches, or docks.  It’s not conducive to swimming, or boating.  In fact, it probably isn’t really a lake at all.  I think it’s a pond.  A really big pond.  Big enough for people who are looking to  own lake front property and build big houses.

All the really good lakes must have been taken, because now folks are down to buying  pond-front property.  The “pond front” subdivision is relatively new.  Half a dozen houses just built or still in the stages of being built snuggle up all around this pond.  They aren’t lake cottages, or modest homes like the rest of the neighborhood; no, these are monster size homes.  Three levels, vaulted ceilings, granite countertops, four-car garages, and elaborate decks.

Now, there really is nothing wrong with having lake front property, or having a big house.  I have relatives who live in this environment, and they enjoy it very much.  When I visit, I enjoy it too.   There is one difference though.  Their  houses are not bigger than the lakes.  They live near real lakes, big lakes, with beaches and boats, water skiing, swimming, and fishing.  If I were rich, I would definitely have a home on the shores of the ocean, or the Great Lakes or  maybe even a big lake.  In the meanwhile, I am content to life across the street from the water.

Taxes are cheaper.

Feeling Bummed

I’m feeling a bit bummed lately.
Maybe it’s the weather,
Maybe it’s a lack of exercise.
Could be the lack of sunshine.
Probably a Vitamin D deficiency –
You know how those endorphins and serotonins
get all out of whack sometimes?
I’m definitely out of whack.

I have no energy or desire to do anything,
So I just sit

Brain dead.
Writers’ block.
Nothing to say.

I haven’t been in a very good mood either.
Feeling non-social.

Don’t mess with me,
Just leave me alone, please.

Well, not all alone…
Funny, when you’re feeling like
this it’s when you really need to have
folks around.
Folks who “have your back”,

And will stand with you
No matter what.

Someone who can help you see
That there is beauty in the world.
Today is done,
And tomorrow is a gift of a brand new day.

Sometimes I feel like a little lost lamb.
I’m all alone,
Stuck in a bad place.
I need rescuing,
I need help.
I need someone who cares about me,
Who will seek me out
And lend a helping hand.
Someone who loves me and is willing to
Search for my lost soul.

It’s nice to know that He is always with me,
Even when I feel bad.
He won’t leave me in my despair.
He comes to me when I need Him most.

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have summoned you by name;
You are mine.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
And when you pass through the rivers,
They will not sweep over you.
When you walk through the fire,
You will not be burned…
For I am the LORD your God.
The Holy One of Israel, your Savior.”  Isaiah 43:1-3

Nothing like a ray of SONshine to brighten a
bummed spirit.