Day 301 – Bowling Freaks

Jalen, Michael, Justin and Kaylynn

Day 301

Bliss is the plaything of the child — by Emily Dickinson

Bliss is the plaything of the child —
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can
Michigan State Youth Bowling Tournaments 2012. We spent the weekend in Flint, MI and watched hundreds of children, young men and young ladies bowling their little hearts out.  I am so proud of my sweet, sweet boy who bowled well in singles and doubles and not so well in the team event and who helped a boy from the Thumb area find his mark so that he would do well and who, despite worrying about letting his team down, didn’t let his worry set his mood.

Day 289 – Kim


Day 289

He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty by William Butler Yeats

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
My niece, the perfect beauty, the perfect bride.  I am so in love with this first niece of mine.  Her heart, her joy, the love she exudes.  From the day she was born to the day she gave birth to her own perfect beauty, to this, her wedding day, she has grown ever more lovely.  I love you, my beautiful Kimberly.

Day 288 – Gill, Party of Four.

Gill, Party of Four.

Day 288

Tin Wedding Whistle by Ogden Nash

Though you know it anyhow
Listen to me, darling, now,
Proving what I need not prove
How I know I love you, love.
Near and far, near and far,
I am happy where you are;
Likewise I have never larnt
How to be it where you aren’t.
Far and wide, far and wide,
I can walk with you beside;
Furthermore, I tell you what,
I sit and sulk where you are not.
Visitors remark my frown
Where you’re upstairs and I am down,
Yes, and I’m afraid I pout
When I’m indoors and you are out;
But how contentedly I view
Any room containing you.
In fact I care not where you be,
Just as long as it’s with me.
In all your absences I glimpse
Fire and flood and trolls and imps.
Is your train a minute slothful?
I goad the stationmaster wrothful.
When with friends to bridge you drive
I never know if you’re alive,
And when you linger late in shops
I long to telephone the cops.
Yet how worth the waiting for,
To see you coming through the door.
Somehow, I can be complacent
Never but with you adjacent.
Near and far, near and far,
I am happy where you are;
Likewise I have never larnt
How to be it where you aren’t.
Then grudge me not my fond endeavor,
To hold you in my sight forever;
Let none, not even you, disparage
Such a valid reason for a marriage.

Beautiful day.  Beautiful wedding.  Beyond beautiful couple.

Day 265 – Nectar of the Gods

Nectar of the Gods

Day 265

Awakening by George William Russell

The lights shone down the street
In the long blue close of day:
A boy’s heart beat sweet, sweet,
As it flowered in its dreamy clay.

Beyond the dazzling throng
And above the towers of men
The stars made him long, long,
To return to their light again.

They lit the wondrous years
And his heart within was gay;
But a life of tears, tears,
He had won for himself that day.

I like coffee.  But please don’t try to humor me with the stuff that comes straight out of the pot.  I want the coffee beans ground into a fine powder and I want hot water pushed through that fine powder into a nice little carafe.  And while that water is being forced through the coffee, I want some milk steamed until it has a nice ribbon of vapor wafting from it.  And did I mention the chocolate?  It is better, I think, if some semi-sweet chocolate chunks are steamed and melted right into that nice hot milk with a shot of vanilla or raspberry stirred in for good measure.  Stir the coffee and milk together in a nice tall cup and top with a dollop of whipped cream and I am ready to grant your boon; I’m not unreasonable, after all…

•••Only 100 days to go on this project!!!!•••


Day 264 – Me Want Cookie!

Me Want Cookie!

Day 264

The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
With several long hours before her flight
She hunted for a book in the airport shop
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as could be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking “If I wasn’t so nice I’d blacken his eye”
With each cookie she took he took one too
And when only one was left she wondered what he’d do
With a smile on his face and a nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half
He offered her half as he ate the other
She snatched it from him and thought “Oh brother
This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude”
She had never known when she had been so galled
And sighed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
Then sought her book which was almost complete
As she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise
There was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes
“If mine are here” she moaned with despair
“Then the others were his and he tried to share”
“Too late to apologize she realized with grief”
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief


Chocolate chip, oatmeal, peanut butter, snickerdoodle.  You bring it, I will enjoy it.  Any kind of cookie.  Well, almost any cookie — I’ll leave the ones with raisins and dates for you to enjoy.  But if that is all you have to bring, I will pick around the raisins and dates!  I’m not ungrateful, after all!
I like to bake.  Tonight I baked a few hundred chocolate/caramel chip cookies.  10 dozen will go to Celebrate Recovery at a local jail with one of my pastors, but the rest?  They are in my kitchen.  And they are calling me.
I started the cookie process early today, getting the ingredients mixed together.  3 pounds of real butter, cake flour, more vanilla than most deem necessary, ground oatmeal, lemon juice, baking soda, eggs, refined sugar, brown sugar, sour cream, a hint of cinnamon and lots and lots of baking chips.  Then the cookie batter sat for 5 hours to let the gluten interact with the moisture in it – if you don’t, the cookies tend to get that flat, pancake look and are not even a bit chewy!   The pans were lined with parchment paper and waited.  When it was time to bake, I started to anticipate a nice hot cookie, fresh from the oven.  Each batch was cooked for 11 minutes at 345 F, then was pulled from the oven before baking completely.  They will finish baking on the hot cookie sheet as they cool, which also contributes to a soft, chewy cookie.
After the first batch came out, my family was at the counter begging for the first offerings.  A bit crispy on the outside with chewy, warm cookie on the inside oozing with chocolate and caramel.  Heavenly!  I think I need another cookie.

Day 263 – Game, Set, Match

Oh, yeah.... It is a matched set!

Day 263

A Match (an excerpt) by Algernon Charles Swinburne

If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pasture or gray grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf.
Ahhh…. February. Do you think about the groundhog, about presidents (in the US), or do your thoughts turn to hearts, cards and flowers? Or are you one of those people who swears off love in February eschewing it as a “Hallmark” holiday?
I have love on my mind at the moment. I think that has been obvious from my more recent posts. So we are going to discuss
L. O. V. E.
today. First off, I am going to address the question about “soul mates” – is there only one for me and one for you? Well, Biblically speaking, there isn’t any scripture to support that idea, so in my humble opinion, no. We are given parameters, some window samples and we get to make our choices. Whether we choose wisely, or not, it is our choice. But once we have made that choice? I think it becomes God’s choice.
So, what if there is no one out there that is viable? Well, 2 in 5 American adults are single, so you are not alone! And as a single person, you are still a COMPLETE person – no one else can do that for you. Some famous singletons? Jesus. Paul. All of the disciples except Peter. Elizabeth the First. Edward Koch. Janet Reno. Andrew Jackson. I am sure that you can think of a few on your own. What did these people all have in common other than being single? They all had a mission.
Not everyone has a mission that can be undertaken alone though. And this is where you have to look at yourself. Here is a powerful quote to think about:
“Am I the person the person I am looking for is looking for?” Just because you have a quiver in your liver for that awesome person you just met doesn’t mean that the quiver is reciprocated. The life you lead, the way you present yourself, the pajama pants you wore to Walmart just might not be what he/she is looking for; things in your past that are still affecting your “now” are going to keep affecting your future as well. Those single problems are going to come right along with you into your relationships. It is a myth to say that if you marry the right person, everything will be all right. So really, are you truly the person that the person you are looking for is looking for? It’s not only about finding that right person, it is about BEING the right person too.
Okay, you have found that person who was looking for you while you were looking for him or her! You have chemistry! Guess what? You are going to have chemistry with a lot of people! I hate to burst your bubble like this, but facts is facts. The good news is that you can just thank God for that beautiful flower you looked at, move on and head on home. Just because you have a bit of a flutter because the flower looks and smells good doesn’t mean that flower has character and let me tell you, character trumps chemistry every single time!
Finally, you have your very own loveable person, you have chemistry and you have character now. You are IN LOVE!!! I am going to end this on a note about how to treat that love and it is written on a card in my hand:
  • is patient
  • is kind
  • does not envy
  • does not boast
  • is not proud
  • does not dishonor others
  • is not self seeking
  • is not easily angered
  • keeps no record of wrongs
  • does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth
  • always protects
  • always trusts
  • always hopes
  • always perseveres

I leave it to you to find out where that timeless instruction comes from. I am going to go snuggle up to the one I love.

Day 261 – Look What I Have

Look What I Have

Day 261

Not In A Silver Casket Cool With Pearls by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Not in a silver casket cool with pearls
Or rich with red corundum or with blue,
Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls
Have given their loves, I give my love to you;
Not in a lovers’-knot, not in a ring
Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain—
Semper fidelis, where a secret spring
Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain:
Love in the open hand, no thing but that,
Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt,
As one should bring you cowslips in a hat
Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt,
I bring you, calling out as children do:
“Look what I have!—And these are all for you.”
I thank you, my husband.  I thank you for loving me, even when I am in an ugly mood.  I thank you for going to work every single day, for enduring that 45 minute commute each way no matter how bad the weather is so you can provide for your family.  I thank you for guiding our children.  I thank you for taking Michael to the school this morning at 6:30.  I thank you for having dinner ready on so many evenings, for loading the dishwasher and for cleaning the litter box.  I thank you for your smile and for how you smell.  And I thank you for not hogging all of the covers.
I thank you, my husband.