Sunday, March 11, 2007 |
Diggin for taters |
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"Topeka" is Kaw Indian for "good place to dig for potatoes." Wow. That is not what I was expecting when I looked it up on Wikipedia. Maybe "good place to buy crack" or "rundown seat of Sunflower State." I have recently spent too much time in T-Town as we like to call it around my house. Young people making poor decisions have wreaked havoc on my professional life lately and challenged me to use some skills I wasn't sure I had. Now that the debacle is mostly behind us, I am moving on to more work - starting a new blog specifically for work (maybe 2 since there are 2 jobs), traveling a lot this Spring, finishing the latest painting project, and starting the garden. My goal is to get some things in the ground by the end of St. Patty's Day next week. St. Pat's is the traditional day to plant potatoes in these parts, but potatoes are so cheap it seems silly to waste garden space growing them. Carrots, too. And I have never found homegrown spuds or carrots to be particularly tasty - not like the difference between pithy, pink store tomatoes vs. luscious, homegrown, Eve-tempting jewels that make the best BLT's ever and can turn cottage cheese into a gourmet lunch. No, I'll be saving my weed-pulling energy for the simple tomato. I wonder how you say "good place for picking tomatoes" in Kaw.
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posted by Rosie @ 3/11/2007 07:43:00 PM | 2 comments |
Sunday, March 04, 2007 |
'Tis a Gift to be Simple |
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It has been just over a year since I started writing this blog, and some days I hate it, other days I am glad for a place to spew the thoughts that come to me, and record some of the things that happen in my life. Like the Anna Nalick song says: "If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life they belong to. And I feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud, And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to". Today was one of the wonderful days where after work I felt like there was nothing insanely pressing that had to be done and I could breathe. Got home from work at almost three with Kiddo and a pal in tow, sat on the berm between the house and the goat/chicken house, soaked up the sun and watched Nibbler jump like a bareback bronc at the rodeo with an imaginary rider he was trying to shake, while the kids rolled down the hill over and over. It was simply bliss.
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posted by Rosie @ 3/04/2007 09:50:00 PM | 1 comments |
Thursday, March 01, 2007 |
Introducing Lord Nibbler |
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Here are some pics of our housegoat. Sheesh - we have a friggin house goat! Picked up Walker's ashes today, cried with Erica who works there and whose pet calf died yesterday. She too had a pet goat that slept in her bed even!!!! She swears they can easily be housebroken - I sure hope so!
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posted by Rosie @ 3/01/2007 08:40:00 AM | 2 comments |
Wednesday, February 28, 2007 |
What would you ask if you had just one question? |
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This was last Sunday's service at church for which I was responsible:
Joy and Sorrows Children's Story: King Solomon as remembered by a very young Rosie My dictionary told me that roots are the parts of plants that grow underground and deliver life-sustaining necessities; the parts of hair and teeth that hold them in place; or that which is the source of something. I like to think of our Unitarian Universalist living tradition as all of these things: life-sustaining, holding us in place like an anchor, and a source. Our tradition draws from many sources – our own experiences, the words and deeds of very wise people, the ideas of other religions and spiritualities, Jewish and Christian teachings that call for us to love one another as we love ourselves, and humanist teachings that ask us to use our heads as much as our hearts. This month, our children and their teachers explored some of the stories of our Jewish and Christian roots. I would like to share with you what they learned.
Call and response reading of this page…….150 from Special Times Tim and Tom read back and forth It is said that God wrote the 10 commandments, or Decalogue, into stone tablets with a finger. Moses took that tablets to the Jewish people, but they had grown tired waiting for him to return with them and had melted their gold into an image of a cow and were praying around the cow. This angered Moses and God and they tablets were thrown to the ground and broken. After a while the people felt sad about ha they had done and God forgave them, and made a new set of stone tablets with t he commandments, or rules, written on them. The first four rules are about how people should relate to god – whom they called Yahweh in their language, and the next 6 had to do with how they would behave with each other. Much later, when Jesus was going around preaching about how Yahweh wanted people to live kindly and lovingly, he added a commandment, sometimes called the Great Commandment. HE said that that people should love Yahweh with their hearts and souls, but that they should also love their neighbors as themselves. The teachings of Jesus were the focus of their second lesson. A moment ago I asked you think about how many of the 10 Commandments you could name. They are (read list). The kids had a good time coming up with more commandments that they would add to the list. I invite you to share with us your own additions to the 10 Commandments. Just shout them out and I will repeat them into the mic. People offered up great rules such as “thou shalt listen and speak carefully” and “though shalt be open and honest about one’s beliefs”.
Words to Spirit of Life go like this: Spirit of Life, come unto me. Sing in my heart all the stirrings of compassion. Blow in the wind, rise in the sea, move in the hand, giving life the shape of justice. Roots hold me close, wings set me free; Spirit of Life, come to me, come to me. Let us love another because love is from God. Whoever does not love God, does not know God, for God is love. No one has ever seen God; if we love another God lives in us. God is love, and those who abide in love, abide in God, and God abides in them. There is no fear in love, for perfect love casts out fear. Those who say “I love God” and then hate their brothers and sisters are liars, for those who do not love a brother or sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seem. No one has ever seen God; if we love another, God lives in us. 1 John 4 Joan asks in her song, what if God was one of us? Just a slob like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus trying to make his way home. What if God had a name – would you use it? What if God had a face – would you look into it if it meant you would have to believe? What would you ask if you had just one question? You may not know this about me but I have taken more chemistry than I probably really need to get thru life. I returned to KU to take undergrad classes years after I had already completed a bacherlors degree in Latin American Studies and found myself in the first semester of basic chemistry again. I remember having a talk with my professor about how chemistry is taught. Without going into the details, I remember her talking about how students are not presented with the entire story of how atoms function up front, but rather a simple metaphor is used at first to describe the placement of all the little tiny parts of atoms. Later, the metaphor changed to something else, and I asked what has happened to the old one. “well, you weren’t ready for that one back then so we kind of lie until you’re ready to understand it more fully” was sort of the answer I got. How annoying was that!? I was just supposed to forget the other way I had learned it and suddenly embrace this new metaphor with gusto. I needed time to process this new metaphor, but also the concept of how chemistry teachers thought we learned. I wanted the real story, the second one, up front. I didn’t want to replace my old idea with something else, that I was not familiar with and that also was not comforting. I also didn’t like feeling that I had been tricked!
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posted by Rosie @ 2/28/2007 09:19:00 AM | 0 comments |
Thursday, February 22, 2007 |
Ocean Beach, CA |
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This is me hanging 10, while watching the surfers.
Enough said.
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posted by Rosie @ 2/22/2007 08:53:00 AM | 4 comments |
Sunday, February 18, 2007 |
I'm going to California and I'm taking a..... |
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Remember that game where you had to go thru the alphabet saying what things you were taking with you on a trip to California, until at the end you were repeating 26 things in order that you were taking with you... Well, I am taking: attitude - a very bad one that I hope to change while there, bathing suit - to help get rid of the attitude, not that I love my body fishbelly white and 3/4 nekkid, but some sand in my asscrack might help remind me of what is important, comb - to detangle my beach-blown hair, drained spirit - it has been a long Winter earrings - one pair that I will leave in the entire trip, friendship - going with a dear friend, seeing others from across the U.S., and making new ones, good will - something that there is never enough of, hymnal - I have to plan a church service while I am on "vacation", irony - it's actually going to be as warm or warmer in Kansas than in SoCal, jaded self - cynical and worn out, kansas - I reek of it, and I am OK with that, liver - my own; there will be some imbibing with old friends but I'll try to rest the liver, mandate - from Hubby; to relax and have some fun, non-fiction book for non-fiction book club, Radical Hospitality, open mind - I am there to have fun but also to learn, phone - gotta stay in touch with home, quick smile - not enough smiles in airports, raincoat - rain is predicted, shoes - but not too many as I always overpack, tampons - yay got my period right before vacation, umbrella - again with the rain, vibrator - just kidding, Lucile, work - sadly, yes, I will have to do work, but on the beach is better than the office, xenophilia - because differences are good, yours truly - duh, zest - something that I think I have deep inside me still, although it has been buried. So there it is. My list of things to take with me on my working vacation with my pal Lucile. I hope to bring back a recharged, less shriveled and exhausted person that resembles the current Rosie but feels less like a person who feelss like Winter will never end.
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posted by Rosie @ 2/18/2007 04:44:00 PM | 2 comments |
Thursday, February 15, 2007 |
?- February 15, 2007 |
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Rest in peace, Walker. We will miss you.
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posted by Rosie @ 2/15/2007 10:40:00 AM | 7 comments |