Posts from the ‘Front Porch Musings’ category

Routine

Routine rules in my house. Much as I’d like to believe that I am spontaneous, the truth is that I, Karl and Bob go through the day in a fairly established pattern. And I don’t get tired of it or bored. I look forward to all of the parts of the day that follow our little schedule.

First thing on getting up is to fill Bob’s food bowl. He paces back and forth across the table where his bowl sits, meowing and sometimes yowling if I’m taking too long between bed and food. I am a quiet person – no tv, rarely music – prefering the sounds of the outside or the crackling fire inside… I get the cat his food!

Karl waits until sometime after he has heard me turn me on the coffee maker – I have a grinder combo machine – it whirrs into action sounding like it is tearing itself apart and then settles to gurgling through its cycle. I hear Karl getting up, a morning shake and then he ambles in for a greeting, rub and treat. We all retire to the sunroom for a bit of quiet time.

Bob’s turn again as he now wants to go outside. He is smart about this. He makes the commotion – scratches at the glass of the door, rolls on his back meowing piteously, but then waits on the front porch for Karl to do his perimeter patrol. Karl takes a path about 50 yards away from the house – all the way around – sniffing, watching, an occasional woof of warning that it is his yard – then he settles in front of the house, on watch, waiting for me. Bob takes his cue and goes out to attend to his rounds.

When Bob returns – to his food bowl for second breakfast – Karl and I head down the driveway. Karl jumps up when he sees me with “walking” implements – pepper spray and now in the dark, a flashlight. He seems so excited. His excitement is what got me thinking about our routine this morning. He jumps up like we are going on the grand adventure every morning when I come out for that first walk. We walk together down the driveway and then he takes a left across the front of the property. He spends some time in the corner in a stand of trees and then heads along the east border of the property in the direction of the house. I walk back along the driveway, keeping an eye on his neon blue lighted collar through the trees as it progresses northward. We both take our time – he doing what dogs do and me just watching, listening, feeling the breeze or the quiet or looking at the sky.

It is the same, yet different, every day. It is beautiful – I love it also – I walk down the driveway and back (350 yards round trip), in the dark, as my dog walks part of the property border. It takes all of 15 minutes – nothing compared to our daytime walks. It seems extraordinary how enjoyable this is every day in all kinds of weather. The routine is the same, but the subtle nuances of sky, trees, wind and even smells – they are always unique.

It is the same with the moon, the mountains and the lake. I walk the same paths, see the same views, but the feel, the time, the view – the enjoyment of the everyday beauty and simple routine is different everyday.

… and then there is Bob…

… his routine when Karl and I are enjoying an early morning walk? – Bob takes advantage of an unmade bed like nobody’s business!

*Moon photos are from last evening (12/2/08) – waxing crescent moon.

Carpe diem!

Carpe diem! – usually translated “Sieze the day” and that’s good for my purposes today.

My mother emailed me on seeing yesterday’s post of my Christmas things and asked me where was the skiing mother rabbit?

I had forgotten her! I usually have her out all winter, not just for Christmas, so she is not stored in my Christmas boxes, but on a shelf with a few treasured dishes that I rotate when the spirit moves me.

She was originally my mother’s, but given to me some time ago.

What I love is that her expression and attire says, “Heck with the housework, I’m going skiing!!!” – and no time to be wasted taking off the apron – strap on the skis and go.

Digging her out of the cupboard and seeing her again was a wonderful reminder. I don’t know the origin and can’t remember where I recently read it but it brought to mind these words which I needed to hear – AND HEED:

You can’t change yesterday. You can ruin today by worrying about tomorrow.

Carpe diem – Sieze the Day!

Through the woods and over the river

I believe I have mentioned that I do not like to drive at night. I REALLY do NOT like to drive at night – combination of being out of practice, degradation of my night/low-light vision and deer and other critters seem prone to crossing the road without looking both ways. Add to that, that on Thanksgiving night a lot of over-full, tired, possibly a bit too much to drink people… and cranky because they had to listen to crazy Uncle Whozit all afternoon – are also driving home. Well, I just didn’t want to be out there amongst them.

So, through the woods…

…and over the river….

…Karl, Bob and I went to my dear friend’s home in the Winnebago…a sleepover Thanksgiving but we took our own house!

Our parking spot above and if you look closely in front of the tractor plow, you can see Bob – he had a short outing while it was still light.

The driveway winds around a gorgeous meadow, the day was sunny and skies were beautiful.

Karl and I went for a walk around the meadow and then returned to the house to enjoy wonderful food and company.

Through the woods and over the river, in the Winnebago, with Karl and Bob, to a special place with special people – I am indeed thankful!

In everything, give thanks.

Snow or ice or frost??? – a little of all three, I believe. Karl and I dawdled on this noon time walk yesterday. The sun was warm in spite of the frosty-snowy ground. The low southern sun lit the weeds and grasses, turning them gold.

…and the yard looks more like early evening in late summer than a late fall afternoon…

1 Thessalonians 5:16-19
Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Jesus Christ.

…or to quote Father Tim from Jan Karon’s “In His Mountain”:

In everything, give thanks.

Happy Thanksgiving to all. May we all remember to hold close those we love and to be thankful for all that we have today.

The lamp shade with bullet holes

The lamp has been next to my chair for many years.

In my previous home, the chair and lamp were situated much like my current home – in a corner with windows on either side.

One night, I was awakened by what I thought was glass breaking. It was midnight and I was sound asleep. I came awake thinking I heard the tinkling of glass breaking, but it was so quiet by the time I was fully awake that I was unsure if I had heard a real sound. Both cats were still on the bed next to me and Karl was quietly sleeping so I thought it was a dream noise and went back to sleep.

The next morning, I had been up, outside, had breakfast and done a few chores before I saw the hole in the window by the chair. That explained the breaking glass noise… On seeing the hole, I thought a bird had flown into the window and broken the glass. I went outside – no body… Back inside, I noticed that there was also a hole in the screen, then I noticed the holes in the lamp shade. It was such an odd experience – noticing the hole in the window first and jumping to a quick conclusion, never noticing the screen and the lamp …and then slowly seeing everything…I had to laugh at myself.

Then I got to thinking about what would have enough velocity to go through the window, the screen, the lamp shade….and where was the bullet now, and who was shooting at my house (me?)?

I turned around and saw a gouge in the wall opposite the chair and then a nick out of the bottom of the picture frame above the wall gouge.

Photos are the same picture in my current house – no wall gouge.

Being a good CSI fan, I started looking back across the room where I thought the ricochet might have gone. Didn’t find it! I called the Sheriff – I really didn’t know if they would be interested, but they were and a deputy was at my house in less than 10 minutes. He found the slug which looked like a tiny bit of solder melt. It was where I was looking but so small at that point and partially buried in the carpet. So much for my CSI career…

With the handy holes in the lamp, the screen and the glass, we could see the trajectory and it led through the trees at the edge of my property, right to a speed limit sign – about 100 yards away, in front of my neighbor’s home. We walked out and the sign was pockmarked with dings – unfortunately, not that unusual here. The neighbors’ kids, teenagers – came out to see what we were doing and they got all excited as they had been up late watching a movie and heard what they thought were firecrackers – close – 3 of them. We made a small party of looking through the grass near my house for a bullet in better shape – the deputy wanted to nail the group that was shooting near homes. We had a good time, but didn’t find anything so a bit of an anti-climax to the story.

I fixed the window, screen and wall. I intended to replace the lamp shade and the frame, but I’ve never done it and now it is all part of history and I have no plans to do anything about either.

The lamp shade with bullet holes…a bit of the Wild West.

Giving thanks to our Veterans

I owe the freedom and privileges I enjoy, in large part, to all who fought and are fighting… Those that fight pay an awful price for the rest of us. Thank you to all the men and women who served and are serving and to our Presidents and leaders that had the courage to lead and send.

I am thankful for the work I have and the ability to do it, for free enterprise and competition – for the freedom to decide what kind of work I want to do, the freedom to educate myself to do that work.

I am thankful for the right to believe as I think right, to worship, to have the Bible that is the cornerstone of my chosen faith. Those holes in the lamp shade – bullet holes… I am thankful for the right to bear arms… or not. (Though maybe the person who was taking pot shots at a sign and missed should reconsider…)

I am thankful for my warm house, that I selected, in the place I wanted to be.

I am thankful that I can walk by these mountains.

Veteran’s Day – thank you.