As I start writing this Hodgepodge, I'm remembering how my kids used to pronounce
The first sang Frosty the Toe man.
The second sang Frosty the Foe man.
The third sang Frosty the Show man.
The fourth sang Frosty the No man.
It's one of my favorite songs because I still hear their darling little voices in my head.
1. When did someone last suggest you 'chill out'? Or, when did you last tell
someone (or want to tell someone) to 'chill out'? Or, when did you last
tell yourself to 'chill out'?
Yesterday, as a matter of fact.
Last Thursday my youngest son sprained his knee in gym class. The Patient First doctor who treated him the next day said "no physical activity till you're pain-free." I guess my son didn't hear (or he selectively heard) that.
Yesterday morning while having breakfast, I told my son to find homework to do during gym class, and told him not to even bother packing his gym uniform.
I picked him up from school and said, "What did you do instead of gym?" He said, "Oh, I went to gym class. I told the teacher it didn't hurt that bad. We played ga-ga ball."
I went ballistic. "What do you think I meant when I said "find homework to do instead of gym, and don't bother packing your gym uniform???"
"You didn't say 'don't take gym' If that's what you meant, it wasn't clear."
"Oh, come on.../!"
"Calm down, Mom, it didn't hurt me!" He might as well as have said, "Chill out," but I was not having it. I continued my
2. What most recently caused your heart to melt?
A video my daughter sent today of one of the little kids she nannies. This boy is 20 months old, very bright, says just a few words, but she has taught him some sign language. Today she videotaped him building the stacking blocks I gave him for Christmas .Of course his favorite part was knocking them over and giggling. Sarah said, "Can you say, 'Thank you, Miss Zoanna?'" He touched his fingers to his chin and then pulled them away, smiling into the camera. ( It's the thank-you sign. ) Awwww.
3. "An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An
inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered." G.K. Chesterton
Your thoughts? When did you last experience either an adventure or an
inconvenience? How did you see it at first, as an adventure or an
inconvenience? Does it feel the same in hindsight?
So tonight I made a spaghetti dinner for my neighbor and her hubby. It was the sexiest meal I could come up with on short notice. Not much of an inconvenience, and honestly I enjoy the adventure of helping someone in need. I was able to minister directly to her by saying, "I know severe pelvic pain, and I know how hard the recovery is." And I was able to share how sweet the Lord was to me during that time and , looking back, I'd never trade our closeness for anything. One time, at midnight when I was so scared of the dark that I cried out to Him,"Be my Light!" he flooded the sky with moonlight that lit up my entire kitchen where I slept in a hospital bed! I mean I could see my husband asleep on the sofa in the next room, that's how bright it was!"
My words made her weep a little, as if touching a nerve, but she looked up and smiled. "That's an amazing testimony ," she said, encouraged. She is also overcompensating with her shoulder when she uses her walker to get to the bathroom ,so her shoulder is really in severe pain, too. How well I know shoulder pain after a fall.
I never imagined at the time that my experiences would be used to comfort someone else someday in the same way, but God is a Redeemer. Nothing is wasted in His economy, not even our pain and despair.
4. A Wendy's Frosty, root beer in a frosty mug, or a frosted chocolate
cupcake...of these three, which one is your favorite 'frosty' treat?
Easy-- root beer in a frosty mug--with a scoop of vanilla ice cream , s'il vous plait. And would you believe how powerful this suggestion was, Joyce? After reading the question around noon, I craved a root beer float all day. Tonight I caved. I didn't have root beer on hand, but I had some Coke and butter pecan ice cream. Good enough!
5. Would you say your life so far this year has been more like a circus or a symphony? Explain why.
A symphony, but during the instrument-tuning, pre-concert time--you know, when every instrument sounds out of tune, but you know it's going to get better?
Last week alone I was dealing with my sister's cross-country move by guiding her to a hotel via text when all rooms within 100 miles were booked and cost $250-300/night (thanks, oil companies in TX); a family funeral; a son's knee sprain (while I was out of state at the funeral); a hubby packing for a 4-day business trip to New Orleans while we waited for a snowstorm of "potentially historic" proportions. And the sump pump broke while he was packing, which sent him to Home Depot after printing his boarding pass. I also was having abdominal pain so badly for three days that I thought I'd be in the ER without my husband .
But the symphony sounded good after all: I found my very tired sisters a room at a nice hotel for $166; my SIL's mom who passed away went quickly into the arms of God; my son's sprain was ONLY a sprain; my hubby takes such good care of us; he had good weather in New Orleans and we only got 3 inches of snow here--enough to close school for a day. Yay! I haven't had any more abdominal pain since hubby left, either.
6. Since it's a 'snow day' here, what's your favorite song containing the word 'white'?
Well, the first lyrics I thought of were these, from an old hymn:
"Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe,
Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow."
7. If you had to leave the city you currently live in, what would you find the
hardest to leave behind?
Our grown children. They all within a half hour of us. But after that? Maryland blue crabs. (Okay, maybe there's a lot in between my kids and Maryland crabs to be missed, but if you mean what I'd miss about Baltimore, that's it.)
8. Insert your own random thought here.
My heart is still broken, and will be for a long time, over the horrific tragedy of the Annapolis mansion fire 8 days ago. Two grandparents, Don and Sandy Pyle, were having two sets of grandchildren (four total) spend the night in "the castle" before the school holiday last Monday (MLK Jr Day). The house caught fire around 3:30 a.m and burned to the ground in a matter of hours. Everyone perished. I imagine being one of the mothers. I imagine being a school friend of one of the kids. I imagine being one of the firefighters. I'm still undone.