Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
F5: Thanksgiving Thoughts
This one's from Jan, at the RevGals:
1. What is your cure for the "mulleygrubs"?
2. Where will you be for Thanksgiving?
3. What foods will be served? Which are traditional for your family?
4. How do you feel about Thanksgiving as a holiday?
5. In this season of Thanksgiving, what are you grateful for?
BONUS: Describe Aunt Bert's Thanksgiving.
The Cure
Lying around all day
with some strange new deep blue
weekend funk, I'm not really asleep
when my sister calls
to say she's just hung up
from talking with Aunt Bertha
who is 89 and ill but managing
to take care of Uncle Frank
who is completely bed ridden.
Aunt Bert says
it's snowing there in Arkansas,
on Catfish Lane, and she hasn't been
able to walk out to their mailbox.
She's been suffering
from a bad case of the mulleygrubs.
The cure for the mulleygrubs,
she tells my sister,
is to get up and bake a cake.
If that doesn't do it, put on a red dress.
--Ginger Andrews (from Hurricane Sisters)
So this Friday before Thanksgiving, think about Aunt Bert and how she'll celebrate Thanksgiving! And how about YOU?
1. What is your cure for the "mulleygrubs"?
Retail therapy works, sometimes, although there's always a price limit...we're one hospital bill from being debt-free, with the exception of our student loans. Woot! I also bake or make something new or try to do something constructive. That said, this summer's unbloggableness left me unable to do any of those things. When mulleygrubs go on too long, I recommend meds. Seriously.
2. Where will you be for Thanksgiving?
I will go from the church's community meal (covered dish for those of us who are members and open to the whole community) where I will graze to a friend's home for the meal, football, and general relaxing. We're staying home this year, which is not the norm, but we're kind of looking forward to resting a bit.
3. What foods will be served? Which are traditional for your family?
Turkey and dressing, of course! My family traditionally also has tofurkey (yep, tofu turkey) and really good mac & cheese for my brother-in-law, who is vegetarian. Mashed potatoes with cheddar cheese on top, green bean casserole, corn, butter beans (when I can get them), fresh rolls, pumpkin pie and a chocolate pecan pie pretty much round it out. This year, I'm bringing mac & cheese and the evil-goodness crustless fudge pie to our friends, and a sugar-free low carb pumpkin cheesecake to the church meal for our diabetic friends.
4. How do you feel about Thanksgiving as a holiday?
I love it. Love family, love the sense of impending Christmas--in a church the size of Ann Street, we basically go from Christmas party to Christmas party from Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve. I love that most people seem to be extra kind and charitable this time of year.
5. In this season of Thanksgiving, what are you grateful for?
My health, my family, my friends, my work...pretty much everything!
BONUS: Describe Aunt Bert's Thanksgiving.
You know, Aunt Bert's a character!
Her Thanksgiving always features a HUGE turkey, which sometimes has to be finished in the microwave. Don't tell her I said so, but it's almost always dry...but we love her, so we eat it anyway. And then there's the year she forgot to remove the little bag of giblets (innards, she calls them) and cooked them inside the turkey. That canned gravy's not so bad...
Dinner is scheduled for two pm but often we don't eat until closer to three. There's always some last-minute something to take care of. The dishes almost all match; the "children's table" is populated by the oldest and youngest family members, with all the rest sitting at the "grownups' table. We usually don't get up from the table until well past four and sometimes as late as five, because we're all talking and laughing and no one wants to be reminded that there are all those dishes to be done. Everyone always finally pitches in, and then there's football to watch and snacks to graze on and naps to take. There are more than enough leftovers to go around, and everyone eats well for the rest of the week. And a good time is had by all, most of all Aunt Bert, who loves entertaining, and always is.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Newsletter article for today:
Ponderous Thoughts
“Time, it goes so fast when you’re having fun.” --The Bangles, “Manic Monday”
It’s an 80s moment for me this morning…this song is the brainworm of the day.
Don’t know what a brainworm is? It’s that song or fragment of a song (often one you dislike) that repeats endlessly in your head. Brainworms can be contagious (email me or leave a note on my Facebook wall if I spread this one to you), and sometimes they can be stopped. One recommended cure is to sing or listen to the song all the way through. Sometimes that works. Other times, the best you can hope for is to switch it to some other song you dislike less.
Apparently, not everyone gets these, or gets them with the frequency Ben and I do. Maybe it’s because we both like to sing along with the radio in the car or with music at home. I generally leave church with a hymn in my head; strangely, it’s rarely one we’ve sung. It’s more likely to be one on the page next to one we’ve done that morning. For example, yesterday (and replacing “Manic Monday” in my head as I type this) “Come Christians, Join to Sing” was the brainworm—not the whole song, just the “Alleluia, amen” at the end of each phrase. Can you hear it?
Christmas music, for some reason, also gets stuck in my head, which is why I just give up after Thanksgiving, tune the truck’s radio to an all-Christmas station, and get it over with. But I don’t start Christmas (except cookie-dough making and gift shopping) until after Thanksgiving. I read a blog by a woman who started a network last year called “Grace in Small Things,” which I have shared here before. Every day she and other members of the network try to post five small graces in their lives, in an effort to keep their minds focused on looking for things to be thankful for rather than giving in to frustration and depression. It’s a good exercise; I haven’t done it on my blog nearly as much as I would have liked.
So today, here are five (more) graces in small things I am grateful for:
1: the unconditional love of my dog
2: the youth group’s excitement over Pilgrimage
3: that people feel welcome to wander in to my office
4: the seashells on a shelf in my office
5: that the current song in my head is now “Surely God is with us”
Anne
“Time, it goes so fast when you’re having fun.” --The Bangles, “Manic Monday”
It’s an 80s moment for me this morning…this song is the brainworm of the day.
Don’t know what a brainworm is? It’s that song or fragment of a song (often one you dislike) that repeats endlessly in your head. Brainworms can be contagious (email me or leave a note on my Facebook wall if I spread this one to you), and sometimes they can be stopped. One recommended cure is to sing or listen to the song all the way through. Sometimes that works. Other times, the best you can hope for is to switch it to some other song you dislike less.
Apparently, not everyone gets these, or gets them with the frequency Ben and I do. Maybe it’s because we both like to sing along with the radio in the car or with music at home. I generally leave church with a hymn in my head; strangely, it’s rarely one we’ve sung. It’s more likely to be one on the page next to one we’ve done that morning. For example, yesterday (and replacing “Manic Monday” in my head as I type this) “Come Christians, Join to Sing” was the brainworm—not the whole song, just the “Alleluia, amen” at the end of each phrase. Can you hear it?
Christmas music, for some reason, also gets stuck in my head, which is why I just give up after Thanksgiving, tune the truck’s radio to an all-Christmas station, and get it over with. But I don’t start Christmas (except cookie-dough making and gift shopping) until after Thanksgiving. I read a blog by a woman who started a network last year called “Grace in Small Things,” which I have shared here before. Every day she and other members of the network try to post five small graces in their lives, in an effort to keep their minds focused on looking for things to be thankful for rather than giving in to frustration and depression. It’s a good exercise; I haven’t done it on my blog nearly as much as I would have liked.
So today, here are five (more) graces in small things I am grateful for:
1: the unconditional love of my dog
2: the youth group’s excitement over Pilgrimage
3: that people feel welcome to wander in to my office
4: the seashells on a shelf in my office
5: that the current song in my head is now “Surely God is with us”
Anne
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Sermon: It's the Simple Things
based on John 21:1-13
It’s the Simple Things…
Last week in the middle of my vacation, I sent an email to Eric telling him that I wasn’t coming home. It’s not that I don’t love all of you, it’s just that for a day or two, I loved being in the mountains more. Fortunately for all of us, Eric reminded me that while Ben’s cat would never notice my absence, our dog, Cletus the WonderMutt, would miss me terribly.
And he was right, so I came home.
One of the things Ben and I noticed on our vacation is how happy simple little things made us. There was no tv or internet at the house, and it wasn’t just the most fun I’ve ever had driving up and down that scary hill, so we planned to spend lots of time in the quiet of the mountains. We read books and took naps and cooked, which are all things we don’t often get to do at home. We only went places we wanted to go, only did what we wanted to do, and in the end, we were glad to come back home where we belong.
But we won’t forget again, I hope, how much can be communicated in simple things: a quiet afternoon on the porch, listening to the wind in the trees, a quiet cup of tea early in the morning, a late night snack of cheese and crackers by candlelight: a sense of peace, of belonging, of comfort, that at least for a little while, “God is in his heaven, and all is right with the world.”
It’s easy for me to get overwhelmed…as much as I enjoy the computer and the ways it helps me stay connected to people, sometimes there’s just too much happening. Sometimes the phone rings, and I just want to let it ring. Sometimes I watch tv and instead of being entertained by a story, I’m worn out by commercials for one more product I just have to have. Sometimes all the ways we have to stay in touch with one another, I’m convinced, complicate our lives so that we forget the simple pleasures of quiet time, a shared meal, a some conversation with a friend.
For the disciples in today’s reading from John, times had been complicated. They had followed Jesus faithfully, seen the signs and miracles, even performed a few themselves. But then things got tough: first a Pentecost meal in which Jesus said strange things about bread and wine and how someone at that meal would betray him. Then there was that night in the garden, when Jesus seemed to grieve…and then the trial, the cross, the tomb—and then it was empty, and things got really complicated.
In hindsight, we find the Resurrection to be miraculous, astonishing good news, a miracle that inspires us…but we’ve had 2000 years to process it, to understand it, to simplify it. The disciples experienced it firsthand, and found that there was so much going on that they could barely comprehend the changes that came so fast in those first days after the crucifixion. Jesus was the Son of God, alive among them, and then he was tried, and killed, and dead…and his followers were lost. And then he was alive again. I honestly don’t know which left them more confused: that weekend when Jesus was dead and everything they knew seemed false, or the days that followed Easter, when they were trying to deal with the incredible news that Jesus was alive, and that they had some work to do.
I wonder how much we are like those disciples. We know that Jesus is alive, and that there is work for us to do…but especially as we approach the holidays, we can become easily overwhelmed by all the opportunities to do good. Look at this week’s bulletin: Operation Christmas Child Shoeboxes are due tomorrow, so that children around the world who might not otherwise receive a Christmas gift can get one. Thursday is our Soup and Bread lunch, which not only feeds hungry people in the community, but also provides funding to the Loaves and Fishes ministry. The Salvation Army bell-ringers will soon be out in force, and the Domestic Violence shelter has a benefit coming up. Our UMW did a great job last week at raising funds for both local and global needs, and the UMM will be cooking peanuts this week to raise funds for the same. Looking for something to help you grow closer to Christ? We can connect you to Bible study on Tuesday mornings, Sunday school classes and the Young Adults group, the YAH club, the Handyman ministry, Meals on Wheels, or one of our disaster response teams. We have all kinds of ways to keep you busy, to help you connect with one another and to help others…it is wonderful, and yet at the same time, where do we start?
Perhaps, like the disciples, we need to look to Jesus for a little guidance today. In this post-Resurrection appearance, Jesus doesn’t make any pronouncements about going out to the whole world and preaching. He doesn’t tell them to go on a mission trip or volunteer at Hope Mission, although these are great and worthwhile things to do. Instead he offers them simple comfort: a plain meal, a little more time together, a warm fire after a long night of fishing. And in the breaking of bread, there by that fire, we are reminded of that Last Supper, which we will celebrate together in a few minutes.
Scholars and preachers have spent a great deal of time thinking about all the implications of this symbolic meal we are about to share. Many books have been written and the finer points continue to be debated. There are questions over how it is that Jesus is present here, as literal flesh and blood or in a more mystic way. Christians don’t all agree on who can come to this table, or why, or what happens here.
We haven’t reached a consensus on how often we should have communion, or even how we should do it, although I promise that we have researched the “sanitary” issues and have come to discover that our method of intinction, with one person touching the bread and with the cup tipped so that no one’s fingers get wet, is more sanitary than using little cups, and besides, by the time we’ve all shaken hands and hugged necks, we’ve spread all the germs we’ve got to spread. And although these are important considerations, they are not the most important thing.
When we come to the communion table, we come to meet Christ. We meet him in a historical sense, as we commemorate the last supper Jesus shared with his disciples. We meet Jesus spiritually, as we are gathered in his name in worship. There is a sense in which this time together can be thought of as a memorial, a remembrance of the Cross, and Jesus’ death. And perhaps we meet him in one another, too, as we share this symbolic meal together.
Sometimes we have a tendency to want to make life seem more complicated than we have to. Our faith life is no different. Because there are rules and boundaries we hold ourselves and one another to, we tend to construct rules and boundaries for how God behaves. We want to make Jesus over in our own image rather than being made over in his. For today, maybe we need to focus more on the simple things.
As you come to this meal today, come with an open heart to this small meal. In this morsel of bread and wine, in some special way, Christ is with us—Christ is with you. It may not be the same way for each of us, but that matters less than the simple truth: God loves us. Christ is with us. We are not alone.
Let me leave you with one more sign of Christ’s presence, one more opportunity to share both a simple meal and a tremendous blessing with someone else. This week I took a phone call from a woman who receives Meals on Wheels. She was calling to find out how much the meal cost, so she could bring her family. When I told her there was no charge for the meal, I believe Jesus was present in her joy that this celebration wouldn’t be a hardship for her. I believe Jesus was present, too, when she was told about the meal by the person who had brought her a meal earlier in this week, a member of this church.
A word of welcome.
A shared meal.
Sometimes it is in the simplest things that we encounter God.
It’s the Simple Things…
Last week in the middle of my vacation, I sent an email to Eric telling him that I wasn’t coming home. It’s not that I don’t love all of you, it’s just that for a day or two, I loved being in the mountains more. Fortunately for all of us, Eric reminded me that while Ben’s cat would never notice my absence, our dog, Cletus the WonderMutt, would miss me terribly.
And he was right, so I came home.
One of the things Ben and I noticed on our vacation is how happy simple little things made us. There was no tv or internet at the house, and it wasn’t just the most fun I’ve ever had driving up and down that scary hill, so we planned to spend lots of time in the quiet of the mountains. We read books and took naps and cooked, which are all things we don’t often get to do at home. We only went places we wanted to go, only did what we wanted to do, and in the end, we were glad to come back home where we belong.
But we won’t forget again, I hope, how much can be communicated in simple things: a quiet afternoon on the porch, listening to the wind in the trees, a quiet cup of tea early in the morning, a late night snack of cheese and crackers by candlelight: a sense of peace, of belonging, of comfort, that at least for a little while, “God is in his heaven, and all is right with the world.”
It’s easy for me to get overwhelmed…as much as I enjoy the computer and the ways it helps me stay connected to people, sometimes there’s just too much happening. Sometimes the phone rings, and I just want to let it ring. Sometimes I watch tv and instead of being entertained by a story, I’m worn out by commercials for one more product I just have to have. Sometimes all the ways we have to stay in touch with one another, I’m convinced, complicate our lives so that we forget the simple pleasures of quiet time, a shared meal, a some conversation with a friend.
For the disciples in today’s reading from John, times had been complicated. They had followed Jesus faithfully, seen the signs and miracles, even performed a few themselves. But then things got tough: first a Pentecost meal in which Jesus said strange things about bread and wine and how someone at that meal would betray him. Then there was that night in the garden, when Jesus seemed to grieve…and then the trial, the cross, the tomb—and then it was empty, and things got really complicated.
In hindsight, we find the Resurrection to be miraculous, astonishing good news, a miracle that inspires us…but we’ve had 2000 years to process it, to understand it, to simplify it. The disciples experienced it firsthand, and found that there was so much going on that they could barely comprehend the changes that came so fast in those first days after the crucifixion. Jesus was the Son of God, alive among them, and then he was tried, and killed, and dead…and his followers were lost. And then he was alive again. I honestly don’t know which left them more confused: that weekend when Jesus was dead and everything they knew seemed false, or the days that followed Easter, when they were trying to deal with the incredible news that Jesus was alive, and that they had some work to do.
I wonder how much we are like those disciples. We know that Jesus is alive, and that there is work for us to do…but especially as we approach the holidays, we can become easily overwhelmed by all the opportunities to do good. Look at this week’s bulletin: Operation Christmas Child Shoeboxes are due tomorrow, so that children around the world who might not otherwise receive a Christmas gift can get one. Thursday is our Soup and Bread lunch, which not only feeds hungry people in the community, but also provides funding to the Loaves and Fishes ministry. The Salvation Army bell-ringers will soon be out in force, and the Domestic Violence shelter has a benefit coming up. Our UMW did a great job last week at raising funds for both local and global needs, and the UMM will be cooking peanuts this week to raise funds for the same. Looking for something to help you grow closer to Christ? We can connect you to Bible study on Tuesday mornings, Sunday school classes and the Young Adults group, the YAH club, the Handyman ministry, Meals on Wheels, or one of our disaster response teams. We have all kinds of ways to keep you busy, to help you connect with one another and to help others…it is wonderful, and yet at the same time, where do we start?
Perhaps, like the disciples, we need to look to Jesus for a little guidance today. In this post-Resurrection appearance, Jesus doesn’t make any pronouncements about going out to the whole world and preaching. He doesn’t tell them to go on a mission trip or volunteer at Hope Mission, although these are great and worthwhile things to do. Instead he offers them simple comfort: a plain meal, a little more time together, a warm fire after a long night of fishing. And in the breaking of bread, there by that fire, we are reminded of that Last Supper, which we will celebrate together in a few minutes.
Scholars and preachers have spent a great deal of time thinking about all the implications of this symbolic meal we are about to share. Many books have been written and the finer points continue to be debated. There are questions over how it is that Jesus is present here, as literal flesh and blood or in a more mystic way. Christians don’t all agree on who can come to this table, or why, or what happens here.
We haven’t reached a consensus on how often we should have communion, or even how we should do it, although I promise that we have researched the “sanitary” issues and have come to discover that our method of intinction, with one person touching the bread and with the cup tipped so that no one’s fingers get wet, is more sanitary than using little cups, and besides, by the time we’ve all shaken hands and hugged necks, we’ve spread all the germs we’ve got to spread. And although these are important considerations, they are not the most important thing.
When we come to the communion table, we come to meet Christ. We meet him in a historical sense, as we commemorate the last supper Jesus shared with his disciples. We meet Jesus spiritually, as we are gathered in his name in worship. There is a sense in which this time together can be thought of as a memorial, a remembrance of the Cross, and Jesus’ death. And perhaps we meet him in one another, too, as we share this symbolic meal together.
Sometimes we have a tendency to want to make life seem more complicated than we have to. Our faith life is no different. Because there are rules and boundaries we hold ourselves and one another to, we tend to construct rules and boundaries for how God behaves. We want to make Jesus over in our own image rather than being made over in his. For today, maybe we need to focus more on the simple things.
As you come to this meal today, come with an open heart to this small meal. In this morsel of bread and wine, in some special way, Christ is with us—Christ is with you. It may not be the same way for each of us, but that matters less than the simple truth: God loves us. Christ is with us. We are not alone.
Let me leave you with one more sign of Christ’s presence, one more opportunity to share both a simple meal and a tremendous blessing with someone else. This week I took a phone call from a woman who receives Meals on Wheels. She was calling to find out how much the meal cost, so she could bring her family. When I told her there was no charge for the meal, I believe Jesus was present in her joy that this celebration wouldn’t be a hardship for her. I believe Jesus was present, too, when she was told about the meal by the person who had brought her a meal earlier in this week, a member of this church.
A word of welcome.
A shared meal.
Sometimes it is in the simplest things that we encounter God.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Friday the 13th F5
Sophia shares this Friday Five at the Revgals:
1. How is this Friday the 13th looking for you?
2. Have you ever had anything unlucky happen on Friday the 13th?
3. Did your family of origin embrace or scorn superstitions?
4. Are there any unique or amusing ones from your family, region, or ethnic background?
5. Do you love or hate horror movies like "Friday the 13th"?
I used to love them, but sometime between graduating from high school and college I became less comfortable with them. The last outright horror movie we saw was "Ghost Ship" and it pretty well scared the daylights out of me.
The fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskevidekatriaphobia, a word derived from the concatenation of the Greek words Paraskeví (Παρασκευή) (meaning Friday), and dekatreís (δεκατρείς) (meaning thirteen), attached to phobía (φοβία) (meaning fear). The term triskaidekaphobia derives from the Greek words "tris", meaning 'three', "kai", meaning 'and', and "deka", meaning 'ten'. the whole word means three and ten. The word was derived in 1911 and first appeared in a mainstream source in 1953. (Wikipedia)
With thanks to my dear spouse TechnoGuy for the great suggestion, it's a Friday the 13th Friday Five!
1. How is this Friday the 13th looking for you?
Pretty good so far. I'm in the coffee shop, keeping "office hours" and drinking coffee. It's a good life. I've never had a bad Friday the 13th, but then again, I'm selective about my superstitions.
2. Have you ever had anything unlucky happen on Friday the 13th?
Not that I can remember, so I'm guessing, no.
3. Did your family of origin embrace or scorn superstitions?
Not too much...we pretty much like the fun ones and dismiss the negative ones. Black cats crossing my path and walking under ladders is not a problem, but when I worked in bookstores I used to get comments about the ladder thing...
4. Are there any unique or amusing ones from your family, region, or ethnic background?
I don't think so...I'm just boring that way. I can't even think of any of the lighter superstitions we play at right now.
5. Do you love or hate horror movies like "Friday the 13th"?
I used to love them, but sometime between graduating from high school and college I became less comfortable with them. The last outright horror movie we saw was "Ghost Ship" and it pretty well scared the daylights out of me.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Home again, home again
So here are a few of our adventures:
seeing wild turkeys and flying squirrels and a beautiful buck (deer) within feet of the home we stayed in...
going to the Lees-McRae College Wildlife Rehab center to see all kinds of animals needing care, including a possum that was raised as a pet (giant rat, cuter than I thought, and soft!), an owl with one wing who nibbled on Ben's finger and put her toys away very precisely, a partial albino red-winged hawk (so pretty), a turtle named tripod, a peregrine falcon, a variety of songbirds, and a student catching mice who had escaped from a shipment meant for feeding the animals, and made a home some of the enclosures. So far 4 of the mice they'd caught were pregnant...which I suspect means a winter of catching mice. If the pictures come out at all, doubtful since I used neither flash nor tripod, I'll try to post some...
many hours spent at Mountain Grounds, our second home of the trip...they were our source both for internet access and for Ben to watch football. Their hospitality was amazing. Thanks, Dale, Michael, Ally, and Jessica, and all the rest of the crew!...
visited the Penland Craft School. I'm dying to go back and take a class on bookmaking or printmaking or maybe glass...or all of them...
rested in a wonderful hospitable home, with a comfy bed and everything we could need...
cooked great meals, and ate great meals out...
had a really nice, relaxing time together...
took naps on the loveseat with a thick fleeceblanket. Who knew that would be the most comfortable way to sleep? My back loved it!...
held a mouse funeral...
finished the first chapter of my dissertation (two days after the chapter 2 deadline, but I finished!!!)...
missed my puppy...
celebrated Ben's birthday...
Guess it was pretty busy for a vacay, huh? But a good time was had by all.
All except for Lamont the mouse, anyway.
seeing wild turkeys and flying squirrels and a beautiful buck (deer) within feet of the home we stayed in...
going to the Lees-McRae College Wildlife Rehab center to see all kinds of animals needing care, including a possum that was raised as a pet (giant rat, cuter than I thought, and soft!), an owl with one wing who nibbled on Ben's finger and put her toys away very precisely, a partial albino red-winged hawk (so pretty), a turtle named tripod, a peregrine falcon, a variety of songbirds, and a student catching mice who had escaped from a shipment meant for feeding the animals, and made a home some of the enclosures. So far 4 of the mice they'd caught were pregnant...which I suspect means a winter of catching mice. If the pictures come out at all, doubtful since I used neither flash nor tripod, I'll try to post some...
many hours spent at Mountain Grounds, our second home of the trip...they were our source both for internet access and for Ben to watch football. Their hospitality was amazing. Thanks, Dale, Michael, Ally, and Jessica, and all the rest of the crew!...
visited the Penland Craft School. I'm dying to go back and take a class on bookmaking or printmaking or maybe glass...or all of them...
rested in a wonderful hospitable home, with a comfy bed and everything we could need...
cooked great meals, and ate great meals out...
had a really nice, relaxing time together...
took naps on the loveseat with a thick fleeceblanket. Who knew that would be the most comfortable way to sleep? My back loved it!...
held a mouse funeral...
finished the first chapter of my dissertation (two days after the chapter 2 deadline, but I finished!!!)...
missed my puppy...
celebrated Ben's birthday...
Guess it was pretty busy for a vacay, huh? But a good time was had by all.
All except for Lamont the mouse, anyway.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Happy and brave
I regret to say that one of our mice passed away sometime today. He was taken from us suddenly in the living room. Funeral services were held this afternoon, with the Revs. Anne and Ben Sims co-presiding. The text was from the pilot of "The Cosby Show" and included the words, "Lamont was a good mouse, happy and brave. Our rodent friend will be interred in the Avery County landfill early next week.
No flowers, please. Condolences may be left in the comments.
On another wildlife note, we've seen flying squirrels and wild turkeys today. They live outdoors, as we really prefer our wildlife do. Although we are fond of the mice.
No flowers, please. Condolences may be left in the comments.
On another wildlife note, we've seen flying squirrels and wild turkeys today. They live outdoors, as we really prefer our wildlife do. Although we are fond of the mice.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Vacation, all I ever wanted
Its true, I'm away, and won't be blogging for a few days. We're staying in the mountains in a borrowed home and sharing it with a couple of mice. Call me crazy, but we think they are kind of charming...they come out to visit in the evenings and see if we've dropped any crumbs, which we are careful not to do.
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