Thursday, July 21, 2005

Ditty Wa Ditty


Learning To Play
Originally uploaded by Bleached Linen.
My brother is teaching my son to play a ditty. I watch from the couch where I sit nursing my youngest child. I am moved by the way Jonathan looks up to his uncle, hangs on his every word. I listen to them play together. I marvel at the intensity of this eleven year old child attempting to master a new song. I pray that this desire will intensify as he gets older, that he will create something unique and beautiful with his music, as I know he has the talent to do. I pray that he will continue to listen to his elders, to allow himself to be guided, even when he wants to go his own way. And that finally, he will go his own way even when others are intent on guiding him.

Pregnant Bellies


Pregnant Bellies
Originally uploaded by Bleached Linen.
One of these pregnant bellies isn't pregnant anymore. Can you guess which one???
Congratulations to one of my dearest friends on the birth of her son. I am overcome, amazed, excited, filled with wonderment and can not wait to meet this little dark haired boy.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Coffee and Crumbs Don't Mix (and other food related things that gross me out!)

I was always taught that it was rude to talk with your mouth full of food. I thought that this was simply because it was just gross.
Today I discovered another reason why it is rude to talk with your mouth full.
As I stood, coffee in hand, in conversation with a woman I do not know very well... crumbs of the muffin she was eating, as she talked animatedly about her summer vacation, flew out of her mouth and... into my coffee cup.
I did not know what to say. She didn't notice what she had done.
I didn't say anything.
I certainly did not finish my coffee.

A few years ago, after running a 10 k road race I was walking along the road with a yogurt in one hand and a spoon in the other. A seagull flew overhead and pooped on my spoon. I did not finish my yogurt.

On a rare evening out with my husband I ordered tea in a "wanna-be trendy" restaurant that wasn't quite making it. When I pointed out the food encrusted on my tea cup and suggested to the waitress that perhaps it hadn't been rinsed before being put through the industrial strength dishwasher, she responded, "Actually we don't have a dishwasher here. The servers take turns doing dishes by hand ...and the lighting back there is really bad!" That restaurant is no longer in business.

More recently I was busy sorting papers when a friend who had just finished his lunch called my name. When I looked over at him he opened his sandwich filled mouth and said "MWAHAAHA".
It doesn't matter how many poopy diapers I change. This will always seem grosser.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

It is one thing to say Fret Not...


Benches at Point Holmes
Originally uploaded by Bleached Linen.
Yesterday morning I sat at the kitchen table reading a page from my devotional book. As I attempted to shake the anxiety that I was feeling I read these words:

"It is one thing to say Fret not, but a very different thing to have such a disposition that you find yourself able not to fret..."

It was as if it was written especially for me; to remind me that my current state of mind is a 'disposition' and something I have ultimate control over.

The anxiety I feel as my husband searches out new work (very possibly in a new city...) and as I search out my place in the life we have created is acentuated when I allow myself to fret over the unknown details.