Gifts from the Past

I forgot to mention that Faithful Reader and I went up to my grandparents’ old house (now my aunt’s and uncle’s) on Wednesday for a little family get-together. While we were there, my aunt talked me, Mom, and R— into looking through and taking some of my grandmother’s old stuff. Grammy did knitting, crewelwork, embroidery, and crochet. We found yarn, embroidery floss, pins and needles galore, and even a few finished items.

I brought home some of the embroidery supplies and a couple of samplers. The samplers were balled up in a bag for far too long, but I’m hoping some careful cleaning will restore them to their former glory. Cross-stitch doesn’t seem to get as much respect as certain other crafts, but I think that these pieces are a beautiful reminder of the time and effort she spent making things with her own hands.

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Family Time

My brother and his family were staying at my parents’ house for the week. I drove out yesterday to see them all.

The highlights:

  • The first things I saw when I walked into the house were the bags and bags of brand-new books. Mom took them on a book-buying spree. I guess there won’t be an immediate need for the book-store gift card that I bought them for Christmas!
  • There’s something about the last day of the visit that pushes Mom and R— to try strange dessert experiments, often of a citrus nature, that are bound to fail. One time, they produced an almost inedible concoction that will be forever known as Key-Lime Soup. This time, it was Lemony Sludge, a “pudding” so sour that every bite made my eye wink involuntarily.
  • As always, there were many learned discussions, such as whether or not all foods derived from plants may be counted as vegetables, what would constitute an appropriate display in a LEGO store, and which properties one should buy in a game of Monopoly.
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Looking for Shortcuts

I used to drive out to see my parents every weekend. Now, with the drive-time quadrupled, I don’t visit as often. I’ve plotted out all sorts of routes to their house, trying to find the perfect combination of time, distance, and quality of roads, but what I really want is a magical route that only takes half as long. If I could find that, distance and quality of roads wouldn’t matter so much.

I joke with my mother about finding “Mrs. Todd’s shortcut.” I know she knows what I mean. It’s a reference to a short story by Stephen King. It was many years ago that we each read it, but we both loved the idea—Mrs. Todd, always hunting for the quickest route, finally found one that was shorter than geographically possible, but there were monsters along the way.

There is no such shortcut (all for the best, I think, given the monsters) but I won’t be satisfied until I’ve tried every route on the map, and maybe a few that aren’t!

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Oooh, Cushiony!

Not trying leaves you with a giant question-mark cushion between you and failure.

I’m not saying it’s good, but it’s true.

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Next at Bat

I picked up a couple of books from the library today.

One is the next book in the Vonnegut Marathon, Galapagos. I struggled with the temptation to buy this book because it was cheap and readily available. However, one should always be wary of what many have had but no one wants to keep.

The other is the new Tolkien book, The Children of Hurin. I managed to ignore the hype when this book came out. Like many Tolkien fans, I own an unread copy of The Silmarillion. It taught me a lesson. Tolkien published in his lifetime what he felt was ready to be published, and he gave us two masterpieces. We should be thankful for what we have and skeptical when promised more. If The Children of Hurin turns out to be junk, I’ll be able to say, “At least I didn’t pay for it!”

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No Story Left Untold

There will never be enough literary masterpieces. We require infinite variety of greatness.

It’s true, isn’t it? Every story has already been told, and with hundreds of years of literature available at the click of a mouse, it must be true or there would be no reason to write anything ever again.

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Tender Words

I must share with you the tender words of my Faithful Reader. His hand cradling the side of my face, his eyes shining with love and sincerity, he apologized for a minor transgression by saying, “I’m bad, but you put up with my crap. And I put up with your crap. We have crap.”

His eloquence amazes even me.

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Resolutions Revisited

Some people say that it takes three weeks to form a new habit. If that’s true, then today is the magical day by which my New Year’s resolutions ought to have stuck if they were going to stick. So let’s look at my progress thus far. Continue reading

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Some Progress

I have made some progress on Writing Challenge #1. I wrote out several pages longhand. I am not quite done with the story, though, and I want to let it sit in my brain a little longer. I also need to type it all into the computer. So I am giving myself an extension. I will post the finished story next Sunday. See you then!

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By the Way

Yes, we’ve gotten so relaxed about our diets that we include beef now.

We aren’t even good vegewannabes anymore!

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