My friend STM feels driven to write and publish a novel. I don't. I like the idea of publishing something (possibly an essay or historical work, since I have absolutely no talent for writing fiction), but I just don't feel a burning need to see my words printed and bound.
Nevertheless, I do feel utterly driven to write. That may surprise you, since I recently went over a month without posting anything here (sorry about that). Actually, most of my writing is done in my journal. This year alone, I've written 129 pages filled with 82,535 words. It took me months to compose a mere ten pages of my master's thesis, yet I often find myself writing a page a day in my journal about our adventures, my musings, or just the mundane joys and frustrations of marriage and parenthood.
Why do I regularly stay up past midnight writing (and even proofreading and revising) things that no one else may ever read in my lifetime--or after it, for that matter? It's crazy. I need sleep. Yet, when something's on my mind, recording or sorting through it seems so much more important than the sleep I'm missing out on. My journals and I have been burning midnight oil by the gallon since high school, and we'll probably keep doing it for the rest of my life. Maybe someday I'll understand why.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Babies Don't Bother with Small Talk
Phillip had a rough afternoon recently, and though I did my best to cheer him up, the thing that seemed to help him most was spending some time with Baby Daniel. Mere moments after Phillip picked him up, his cares seemed to melt away and the two were smiling and laughing together.
I’ve noticed that babies often have that effect on people. Pedestrians who barely make eye contact with me will smile and possibly even stop to talk to my kids. I do the same thing with other people’s babies and toddlers, but I can’t quite put my finger on the reason why I feel so comfortable interacting with young children, but often so uncomfortable connecting with their parents. Perhaps it is because children are simpler. You don’t have to read between the lines with them, or sift through small talk long enough to find a common interest. You just have to be friendly and they are usually friendly back.
Interaction with children may also be more comfortable because they are non-threatening. They don’t categorize or judge you. Kids don’t rate people as better or worse than them; they either play with you or ignore you, but they never reject you. You’re free to be yourself around them, because all they really care about is whether you’re warm and cheerful, as well. I suppose that's one reason the Lord told us to be childlike. It would be a much gentler world if we cared more about whether a person was good and kind than whether they were better, worse, or different from us.
I’ve noticed that babies often have that effect on people. Pedestrians who barely make eye contact with me will smile and possibly even stop to talk to my kids. I do the same thing with other people’s babies and toddlers, but I can’t quite put my finger on the reason why I feel so comfortable interacting with young children, but often so uncomfortable connecting with their parents. Perhaps it is because children are simpler. You don’t have to read between the lines with them, or sift through small talk long enough to find a common interest. You just have to be friendly and they are usually friendly back.
Interaction with children may also be more comfortable because they are non-threatening. They don’t categorize or judge you. Kids don’t rate people as better or worse than them; they either play with you or ignore you, but they never reject you. You’re free to be yourself around them, because all they really care about is whether you’re warm and cheerful, as well. I suppose that's one reason the Lord told us to be childlike. It would be a much gentler world if we cared more about whether a person was good and kind than whether they were better, worse, or different from us.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Are You Prepared For This?
Phillip and I attended some preparedness seminars at our chapel today. Of course, since we're preparedness-challenged, we forgot to prepare accommodations for our toddler so she ended up coming with us.
We learned a lot of helpful things this afternoon, and I'm excited to put some of them into practice. I suppose it says something about my priorities that my favorite thing I learned was a simple food storage recipe that I could actually bear to eat. You just cook 2 cups of dry macaroni or other pasta (I use Barilla Plus Multigrain pasta because it tastes like regular pasta but is much more nutritious), then drain it and stir in a can of cream of mushroom soup and a 12oz can of canned chicken from Costco. And that's it. It's tasty in an unassuming sort of way, and it would be easy to jazz up with whatever seasonings you're in the mood for (curry or Italian seasoning come to mind).
My other favorite thing I learned was that Katadyn makes simple purifying drink bottles that you can fill with nearly a liter of clear water, then immediately squeeze filtered, drinkable water out the top. They filter out bacteria, viruses, you name it. I've heard you get a bit of a workout squeezing the water out, but I love the simplicity of the concept. I think I know what's going on my birthday list this year . . .
We learned a lot of helpful things this afternoon, and I'm excited to put some of them into practice. I suppose it says something about my priorities that my favorite thing I learned was a simple food storage recipe that I could actually bear to eat. You just cook 2 cups of dry macaroni or other pasta (I use Barilla Plus Multigrain pasta because it tastes like regular pasta but is much more nutritious), then drain it and stir in a can of cream of mushroom soup and a 12oz can of canned chicken from Costco. And that's it. It's tasty in an unassuming sort of way, and it would be easy to jazz up with whatever seasonings you're in the mood for (curry or Italian seasoning come to mind).
My other favorite thing I learned was that Katadyn makes simple purifying drink bottles that you can fill with nearly a liter of clear water, then immediately squeeze filtered, drinkable water out the top. They filter out bacteria, viruses, you name it. I've heard you get a bit of a workout squeezing the water out, but I love the simplicity of the concept. I think I know what's going on my birthday list this year . . .
Saturday, June 6, 2009
One of Those Days
As a parent you learn a lot about efficiency and planning ahead, but no matter how much experience you gain, you still make mistakes now and then. Like today, when I gave my toddler a cupcake an hour AFTER I vacuumed.
Crumbs. Ev.Er.Y.Where. Sigh. Next time we shall eat the cupcake outside, methinks.
As if that weren't enough, I also dressed her in white pants before we went outside to play with sidewalk chalk. Yeah. I know.
Crumbs. Ev.Er.Y.Where. Sigh. Next time we shall eat the cupcake outside, methinks.
As if that weren't enough, I also dressed her in white pants before we went outside to play with sidewalk chalk. Yeah. I know.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Another Lousy Peach
During my brief sojourn in mortality, I've learned there are certain irrefutable laws of the universe. For example:
1) For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
2) The harder you work to pass a slowpoke on the road, the sooner you'll find yourself stuck behind a slowerpoke (whereupon the first slowpoke will promptly catch up to you, and probably laugh).
3) Entropy (i.e. disorder, randomness) tends to increase over time (especially if toddlers are involved).
4) I have absolutely no skill for selecting ripe peaches. None. Zero. The end.
1) For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
2) The harder you work to pass a slowpoke on the road, the sooner you'll find yourself stuck behind a slowerpoke (whereupon the first slowpoke will promptly catch up to you, and probably laugh).
3) Entropy (i.e. disorder, randomness) tends to increase over time (especially if toddlers are involved).
4) I have absolutely no skill for selecting ripe peaches. None. Zero. The end.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Use the Fork, Luke
What do you get when you combine Darth Vader with a baby shower cake?
You know you want to find out.
It is your destiny.
You know you want to find out.
It is your destiny.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Just Plain Chicken
Today, for the first time in my life, I cut up a whole chicken. I'd like to say I did it because I'm thrifty and whole chickens are cheap (which they are), or because I'm on some sort of back-to-nature foodie kick (which I'm not), but the truth is that the grocery store employee put someone else's bird in my bag, and when I went back to return it like a good citizen they said they couldn't accept it. It's been sitting in my freezer for weeks now, and by golly I wanted my freezer space back, so I decided today was the day.
The internet site I looked up made the process look quick and simple. I estimated it would take me five minutes tops. It took me over an hour. I sweated; I squinted; Daniel made fitful, bored noises in his rocker until naptime finally rolled around. We won't talk about the utter mess I made of our kitchen (thank goodness for disinfecting wipes). I take some solace from the fact that I ultimately achieved my poultry-related goal, but I'm not sure I'll attempt it again any time soon.
The internet site I looked up made the process look quick and simple. I estimated it would take me five minutes tops. It took me over an hour. I sweated; I squinted; Daniel made fitful, bored noises in his rocker until naptime finally rolled around. We won't talk about the utter mess I made of our kitchen (thank goodness for disinfecting wipes). I take some solace from the fact that I ultimately achieved my poultry-related goal, but I'm not sure I'll attempt it again any time soon.
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