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Can anyone tell me where May went?

  • Posted on June 9, 2011 at 9:18 am

It was JUST here a second ago. I promise! And I think it took the first half of June with it…

Garden update: using cardboard boxes was a complete bust. I transplanted the sugarsnaps that I’d planted, but they didn’t like the move. I got five whole pods off three plants. I didn’t like the rocket and pulled it out. My box of salad greens is still going strong though, and the cucumbers that *did* come up (two out of six) are loving their space in the bucket and covered over in blossoms. And?

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I finally got the blueberry bushes in the ground. Yay!

We’ve been invaded by fleas. I’ve decided today that the little dogs need to be housebound – I combed all the fleas off Rocky (chihuahua), let him go outside for a wee break and he was COVERED when he came back in. I’ve also ripped the carpet out of my room and will be attacking the dining room carpet next week. I’ve sprinkled DE all over the place (including the dogs) and I’ve been vacuuming like crazy.

I hate to vacuum. But I hate fleas more.

The umbrella clothesline that I bought last year has FINALLY been planted in concrete and is fully functional. I wish I could describe the sense of accomplishment that came with getting it done. And the sense of relief that comes with knowing I’ll be cutting my power bill by a decent chunk…is indescribable.

My todo list is finally down to a few major/minor projects: flooring and painting the dining room, flooring and painting my bedroom, painting the livingroom, and getting the windows replaced.

And that’s most of the news that’s fit to print for right now.

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Behold My Mother

  • Posted on November 25, 2007 at 3:27 pm

Eve from Eve Garden God has written an interesting post titled Behold Your Mother. I commented her post, but my brain insists on expanding on my comment. She references Matthew 12: 46-50 , and wonders at the disrespect Jesus has for his mother. Why does he not stop teaching the crowd and honor her? Why does he call his disciples Mother, Brother, Sister? How easy must it have been for the early Church to marginalize women, given that lack of respect.

I see disrespect throughout that passage, to be completely honest. The above-referenced lack of respect for Mary. The lack of respect Mary and Jesus’ brothers showed to both Jesus and the multitude (so he’s supposed to stop preaching?)

In my comment, I said that I would do the same thing were it my mother. Perhaps if my mother were someone I could respect, that would make a difference. I am (and always have been) subject to my mother’s version of correction. I can’t tell you how many years I spent trying to make that woman “proud” of me….but you have to realize: she does not know how to appreciate a moment. There is no compliment on accomplishment, only an admonishment to try harder. Got one A on a report card? Why aren’t they ALL A’s? If only you would apply yourself. My mother would expect me to stop teaching and recognize her and I would not stop teaching.

I was in my late twenties, with a child and married before I realized that I should concentrate on making myself happy because trying to make *her* happy was making *me* miserable.

In Eve’s post, she wondered at the naming of the disciples as family members, while the “blood” family stood waiting. I have spent an entire lifetime essentially excluded from “the family”. I was not raised to be particularly close to family members on either side. There is a basic “hey, you’re in my family tree” recognition, but they do not know me, nor I them. My brother is also a foreign country. Related by DNA, yet separated by religion and physical distance. I realize now that he couldn’t help the disparaties in the way we were treated as children, but it’s taken YEARS of exploration to get there.

The family I have created for myself, however, is what matters the most to me. My children. My close friends. They nurture me, allow me to mother them, and generally be happy with one another. They are the ones who call me on my stuff, give me another point of view, and generally pull my head out of my rear if I need it.

The relationship between my Mother and I… it is what it is. I accept that it’s not likely to change, and arrange my life around her ways as best I can while we share a roof.

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