Monday, November 8, 2010

911 and Cell Phones

Today one of my co-workers told me that her niece had passed away on Thursday of last week. Her husband had left for work and the young woman had stayed in bed as usual. Her wheelchair bound brother, who was down stares, became concerned when she did not get up at her usual time. He called to her without results. The land line was not working because of an area wide power outage and his cell phone was out of minutes. The young man was unable to get help for his sister and she passed away shortly after her husband returned home that evening. The tragic thing is that he did have the means of calling for help. All cell phones will call 911 even if you are out of minutes. The phone does not even need to be signed up to a service provider it will still call 911. No one in my office was aware of this; please make sure your friends and family are aware. If they have a cell phone keep it charged even if they do not have minutes it could save someones life!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

I Am not Surprised

I know someone who is always surprised by people. What seems to surprise her most is that liberals act like liberals and feminists act like feminists. Well hummmmm. I never can quite take her seriously when she goes off on a tangent and yet she is as serious as a heart attack. There she was today going off about how this particular woman could have the views she has and support the causes she does, and I am listening and I can feel my eyebrows creeping up my face toward my hairline and I am wondering if one day they will stay stuck up there. She is going on and on about the woman's socioeconomic status telling me exactly how this lady could hold the views she does and I want to know what it is that surprises her about any of it!

Socioeconomic status (SES) is an economic and sociological combined total measure of a person's work experience and of an individual's or family’s economic and social position relative to others, based on income, education, and occupation. When analyzing a family’s SES, the household income earners' education and occupation are examined, as well as combined income, versus with an individual, when their own attributes are assessed.

P.S.My eyebrows are still stuck half way up my forehead.(these conversations do that to me)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

I Must Remember to Remember......

I have been reading a new book series by Louise Penny. I have devoured three of her books now and her work has quickly found a place in my heart. I love her understated use of symbolism and her honest exploration of human nature. The first is not pretentious and the second is not pessimistic. I am left at the end of the story with a sense of completeness and that there is hope in the face of evil, sorrow, and human failing. In disorder balance is a choice. Today as I neared the end of “A Rule against Murder” one character said to another, ‎"We are all blessed and we are all blighted; the question each day is what we count.” I thought to myself that is true, I know this, I must remember to remember….

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Problem with Organizers

Today I was reading an article by a woman who desired the perfect house. She organized her life in an attempt to make her house look like one of those design magazines. All the cushions just so and the magazines arranged to show rather than to read. When she visited her Mom and she took pictures to show her. Her Mother commented that of all the rooms in the house she liked her office best because it looked like a place where she would live. That made her reevaluate how her goals.
I thought about what she had to say and I realized that when I do my best creative thinking is when I am surrounded by beads and beady things. I fell to thinking about all the beads in the storage closet of my apartment. I am always trying to organize them, but when I am really working they creep out of their storage boxes and end up all over the apartment on the dining table, in the kitchen, and in the bedroom. I have even found them in the bathroom, wherever there is a flat space where I can see them and think about them. So I thought maybe I should just bring them out into my living space in an organized manor. I began to do some internet research on organizers and ran into a snag.
The problem with organizers is well…they organize. People who organize want to put things away. I want invite my beads out to play. There are a myriad of staking boxes and containers with smaller containers that fit inside. There are tubes and bottles. They come in glass and plastic, clear and colored, flower shaped and round you want it they have it as long as you goal is to put it away out of site. The best desk systems I have seen for my purpose are actually designed for scrap bookers, still the main goal is paper storage so once again out of site out of mind. I have seen a few DIY projects that have planted a few ideas. The problem there is that I am not in the least mechanical, and I lack a D.H. who is….. and if I had one would he want beads creeping out to play?

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Still Missing Journal Space

I know, I know JS is a thing of the past, but I still miss you guy’s. I have found some of you though other people’s blogs and so on, but many of the blogs I followed disappeared into the ether. Today I have been cruising through some blogs touching down and drinking in thoughts and ideas, running my fingers over the textures of your lives and it occurs to me that I miss you all. Those of you who stood on the virtual street corner and shouted your belief system to the heavens, the story tellers and wonders, and especially all who saw the funny side of life.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Tuft-Hunters

I love older books and newer books whose author’s use words and expressions I have never heard or do not know. Today I was listening again to, “The Hollow,” by Agatha Christie and a character referred to his boss as a tuft-hunter. Intrigued I hopped on Yahoo search and began to research it and this is what I found. First many websites with the same definition, “A nobleman's toady; one who tries to curry favour with the wealthy and great for the sake of feeding on the crumbs which fall from the rich man's table. A University term,” from factmonster.com. Another website added that such men often had cap decorated with gold tufts. Second I found a witty poem by Thomas Moore, “Epitaph on a Tuft-Hunter,” on readbookonline.net . Finally I found out that although Thomas Moore lived a great deal of his life among titled families he himself was a common man contrary to some vague idea I had was never given a title.

Epitaph On A Tuft-Hunter
Thomas Moore
Lament, lament, Sir Isaac Heard,
Put mourning round thy page, Debrett,
For here lies one who ne'er preferred
A Viscount to a Marquis yet.
Beside him place the God of Wit,
Before him Beauty's rosiest girls,
Apollo for a _star_ he'd quit,
And Love's own sister for an Earl's.
Did niggard fate no peers afford,
He took of course to peers' relations;
And rather than not sport a Lord
Put up with even the last creations;
Even Irish names could he but tag 'em
With "Lord" and "Duke," were sweet to call;
And at a pinch Lord Ballyraggum
Was better than no Lord at all.
Heaven grant him now some noble nook,
For rest his soul! he'd rather be
Genteelly damned beside a Duke,
Than saved in vulgar company.

Niggard
(nig-erd)
1.–noun
an excessively parsimonious, miserly, or stingy person.

2.–adjective
niggardly; miserly; stingy.

Origin:
1325–75; ME nyggard, equiv. to nig niggard (< Scand; cf. dial. Sw nygg; akin to OE hnÄ“aw stingy) + -ard

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Gray Kitty

OK let's face it the hair is gray;and although at least one of my sisters claim that my roots are really blond, they where brown. A really nice sable actually when I was in my twenties, but as my hair began to become more and more gray the brown faded to an unsatisfactory mousy medium brown of no distinction. Now it is predominately silvery gray, and dye resistant. May I present the GRAY CAT}:P

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Ruth Carlisle

For the last two years or so I have been trying to impress upon my clients at work that the spiritual life is what we do in our daily lives. When I say spiritual life I mean the way we express our beliefs. From how we treat the checker at the grocery store to how we speak to our children at home. This is the legacy we will leave behind us and the one that will live on long after we are gone. What we say we believe is one thing; the truth of what we believe is lived out.
This lesson was brought home to me this week in a concrete way. My Grandmother passed away Saturday and as we had the wake and funeral it was not the big achievements of her life that people spoke about; it was how my Grandmother treated the people in her life. Several times an individual would say something like Mrs. Ruth was not a person who was in the spotlight but she took the time to……. Although she helped to start the seminary in Uruguay those who knew her focused on the times she encouraged them or cared for their physical needs. Two people said that she had taught them about love by loving them and so they in turn could love other people. My Grandmother lived her beliefs; so she taught me that the legacy you leave is how you live your life every day, you may accomplish great things but what matters are the little things. Those are the things that will live after you through other people.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Waffling

After watching one of the videos at work on Monday the lone guy in the class said, “that is so true I AM like a waffle!” and his girlfriend agreed. Then I think the entire class went to Waffle House. I just love it when a lesson plan comes together!