Category Archives: Stuff I Actually Think

Back-lash

O-MY-GOSH!

I have been seeing a chiropractor for a pinched nerve and tendon “flare-up” in the upper spinal-region that was just killing my neck and shoulders.  They are better, but now I am having lower back spasms.  @#$#@!*&^%$!!

I think my poor spine was out of alignment so long it doesn’t know which direction to go.  So it is trying all of them at once.

Today, hobbling to the kitchen with terrible spasms and intense, sanity-seizing pain, I suddenly recalled this same level of horror from the past.  April 15, 1986…I had back labor for the final 30 minutes just before Stormie was born.  I had heard horror stories from other child-bearing women about the mysterious “back labor” (which I may or may not have suspected as being a mythical figment of their delicate femininity),  and finally I knew what that was.  And I did not like it.  At all.

I like it way less now.  Ouuuuuuuuuuch…..Can some one please hand me the remote, that is yes, only 6″ away?  Thank you.

 

neighbor

This is a face the nation is seeing on TV daily this past month.  He is the Westminster Police Department spokesman.

He was our neightbor for several years.  Right across the street and down one house.  SUPER nice guy.  And really good neighbor.  Hi, Trevor!

Fall Forecast

fall day

Today is mostly yellow with a smattering of red, turning into deep wine by late afternoon.  A steady falling of leaves with a call for possible white-flakes on Thursday afternoon and a blast of cold-blue air which will effectively ruin the perfectly coiffed-in-color hues for Autumn 2012.

Done.  In a flash.  Poo.

Seriously?  Everything bloomed early this year.  And we are at least 2 weeks early in the changing leaves and falling, too. This is the part I wish to see last longer.  Wind and wet will cause the branches to be bare too fast.  Yes, I am griping.  But it has been lovely for a short while, yes?

These were taken yesterday.  A warm and lovely fall day in the neighborhood.  Gavin (9), Hunter (8), Guini (7),  and Gemma May (5).

Little Monkeys

I awoke to 3, cold little girls who came to snuggle with me in bed.  All of us with frizzy hair and smiles on a Friday morning.  Gav and Hunter were already somewhere playing video games or something.

It was an impomptu sleepover after a family birthday celebration last night.  Not quite prepared for guests, what was for breakfast?  Eggs and cheese, corn muffins and sweet butter, popcorn, chocolate-toffee candy from IKEA, lollipops and peach-white grape juice.  Naturally.

I called them all “little monkeys” and was besieged as five grandbebes jumped all over me making loud oo-oo-ah-ah monkey noises and tickling me – which is absolutely not allowed.  They make me laugh.

The hair-train (Averi was doing mine).  :)

 Good day, sunshine.

The fifth commandment

Averi has been learning about the 10 commandments in Sunday School.

So studious, so attentive is she.

The other night little sister Amelie wasn’t quite behaving as she should so Averi came to report to her parents.  A few minutes later, another report followed.  By the third or fourth time, her mommy and daddy, a bit exasperated, told her, “Averi – quit coming and tattling on your little sister.”

“I am just trying to honor you guys,” she told them.

Hahahaha.  Oh, the joys and burden of being the firstborn.  How well I know, my little Averikins.  Nonna gets you!!  *kiss*kiss

This is Averi in front of a picture of her as a newborn that hangs in the maternity ward of Platte Valley Hospital.  There are several large framed prints there of baby-Averi because she was soooooo cute when she was born!

Blue Heron in mamala’s front yard

It is autumn in Indiana.

Hot coffee and letting my wet hair dry (freeze)  on my mom and dad’s deck on a *crispy-cool* Indiana morning.

The leaves are literally changing color as I watch them.

We have walked the paths and are enjoying the sun and chill in the air.  And blue, blue skies.  Did you know I love blue, blue skies?  I do.  I love blue, blue skies.  :)

Two Blue Herons off Lake Michigan came to visit and bid us a happy morning.

What they found to munch on, we haven’t a clue.

But I walked towards them and mamala came at them from behind the house, and we made them fly away so I could get a picture.  But drat.  It was on video and my cheap little cam is not focusing anymore on video.  But alas, we watched the heron, big as Florida flamingos, fly away.  Back to Lake Michigan.

Eight years plus 2 days of the great Hunter-Magoo

Happy Birthday + 2 days, my Hunter-roo!

I like to be exact because you are so exact and you will not stand for generalities that do not in full and quite detail-edly describe the occasion. For you are nothing, my little Hunter-fella, if not a man of details,  accuracy and veracity to the nth degree.  Witness the fact that I once named you ‘The Little Prince’ and you informed me that you were neither little, nor an actual prince…and that you literally hated that nickname due to its’ utter-invention by an over-gooey-maternal-forebear (me).

The day you were born:

A HUGE surprise and delight!  I was in a meeting headed for another meeting when life was interrupted with “Tara and Dave have been trying to reach you to tell you that the baby was born.”  I did not even believe it. THREE WEEKS EARLY?  Yes, 3 weeks early.  My whole day changed forever.  My whole life changed forever!  Hunter was born!  The sun was shining and the angels were singing and Gavin got a cousin and I got the cutest little guy to love and enjoy the rest of my days.  How sweet it is, Hunter-Magoo!

You are such a good cousin.

I love all the talks we have had, and all the songs you have sung, and all the pictures and crafts you have made for me.  I love the days we have shared and the prayers we have prayed (I have always loved praying for you and now I mostly love getting prayed for by you – pray down the fire, boy!) and how attentive you are to feelings and your unabashed joy at Gilligan and Barney Fife and letting your Poppa share his boyhood joys with you.  I love your laughter, for that does not come cheap and I love your love of the Word (getting to have you read to me recently, I cherish!).

Last week, a tough week for your family by anyone’s standards, when you were hanging at my house for a few days, on the evening of the 3rd day, I know you were missing your parents and life had been a little topsy-turvy.  You and I were at the kitchen counter in the house alone, coloring – with old-fashioned crayons.  And I was thinking how sweet it was for my heart to be able to sit there and color with you and talk, just chat about anything and everything that comes into the mind of an almost-8-year-old-boy.

Your parents called to say that your buddies Sam and Moses were coming to get you and you were so excited!  It was very cute.  But my heart melted when you jumped up and down (never stop doing that, OK???  Never stop expressing the whole of your heart in vivid color and joy!), and you said,

“This has been the best day ever, the BEST day ever!  I got to go with Poppa to the church and shoot guns with him and Uncle Ryan!  I got to go play at Chick-Fil-A, I got to color with my Nonna and now I get to go with Sam and Mose!  It is the best day of my life!”

And yes, I teared up, because coloring with the Nonna made the list!  Seriously?  So sweet!  I love you, Hunter.  I wanted to give you some words from the Word to bless your birthday + 2 days and to bless you your whole life through.

1 Corinthians 2, for my sweet, Hunter-Magoo:

Hunter Powers –  when God sends you out, don’t go with fancy, inspirational words or with cutesy human ways of declaring the testimony of God. Make up your mind not to know anything among the crowds you are growing up among except Jesus Christ and Him crucified. In your young life, you have seen it all and your strength (Jesus) is made big in your weaknesses. So let your speech and your preaching not be with persuasive words like typical commentators, but always walk in the demonstration of the Holy Spirit and of power, showing the world that your faith is not in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.  You reveal Him, Hunter, ok?!

Because you were born to speak wisdom among those who are mature, not the wisdom of this age, and you are not moved by the of the rulers of this age, who are most assuredly coming to nothing (ay-yi-yi – every election reminds us we are aliens passing through!).  But you, my grandbebe,  speak the wisdom of God – speak out the mystery, the hidden wisdom which God ordained before the ages for our glory.

This is true, kiddo:

“Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, our hearts have not even understood.  The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”  Is that cool or what???

But God has revealed these things to you through His Spirit. For the Spirit searches all things, for sure, the deep things of God.  You will know what you need to know because the Spirit of God will speak to your spirit.  The Spirit of God knows everything you need to know.  And since He knows, He will freely give you everything you need to now, right when you need to know it.  So cool, huh?

So speak and act and live not like the rest of world, but live by the Holy Spirit, Hunter!  He will never lead you astray! Other people or our carnal selves won’t  receive the things of the Spirit of God,  for it seems foolish and we just cannot understand spiritual stuff because it has to be learned and understood with the Holy Spirit’s help. But YOU are a spiritual kid who can judge all things.  For you, holy grandson, have the mind of Christ.

 

So, Hunter Douglas, Powers:  Happy Birthday + 2 days.  Love Jesus, honor your parents and be who you were created to be.

I love you, bunches, forever and always!  You are a good kid and one of my favorite people ever!  EVER! xxoo Nonna

 

Cold Shoulder

Cold shoulder, cold nose, cold fingers, cold toes.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…a cold front is taking its’ sweet time passing through Colorado.  Some people even got a snow dusting yesterday.  We didn’t see any, but omygoodness: COLD!

The high today isn’t even going to be over 40 degrees, I bet, and the power companies are watching with glee as those heat-meters crank up full steam in this stretch of days before the sun comes back out and rights this ridiculous infringement of a wintry blast on our pretty fall.

But not me.  In spite of Dave’s pleading (he even tried to sway me by telling me our aged dog was freezing), I refuse to turn on the heat.   I am fully aware  that it is fifty.eight.freezing-degrees in here.  Yes, that is right – IN our house – 58-degrees!  But there are other ways to get through these days.  I am resolved!

Here is how not to turn on the heat when it’s freezing in Denver:

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Wear more clothes even in the house.  Seems simple enough, but us Denver-ites never-ever pack away our shorts and flip-flops: NEVER.  We will likely need them on Christmas eve because it will be so dang hot.  But for the next 3 or 4 days, wear socks with shoes and layer up and put on a hat.  Yes, in your house.  It will keep you warm.

You can see I truly do practice these suggestions.  Demonstrated here by a photo of Gemma May and Averi-J last January.  “Yea, we’re just hanging at Nonna’s, freezing our little buns off, doing some artwork.”

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Make yourself a rice sock.  What?!  Haven’t discovered the beauty of a rice-sock?  Well, I think Jovan taught me about them, but it is simply this: you take the longest tube sock you can fine, fill it about 75% full of good-old-white rice.  Secure the end tightly with a rubber band or ponytail holder (warning:: Do NOT use a twistt-tie with a metal center to close the sock…don’t ask me how I know).  Then you pop it in the microwave for a couple of minutes and and this wonderful, hot, flexible rice-filled sock gets wrapped around your neck and heats you up.  It is wondrous.  I would have forgotten this amazing thing if it had not been for a pulled muscle in my neck.  How serendipitous for me that the strained muscle coincided with this current cold-front.  Dave and I were watching Judge Judy the other night and he was like, “It’s freezing – do you think we should turn on the heat?”

“If you tell the truth you don’t have to have a good memory!!!!!!!”

That was Judge Judy’s voice, not mine.  My response was, with the 2 blankets, a hoodie and my rice-sock, “Honey, it feels perfectly toasty in here.  Why would we want to jump the gun and turn on the heat?”

NOTE:  On heating the rice sock in the micro, repeat as needed.

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Toast for dinner.  Put in your bread and crowd around the toaster soaking up the rising, excess heat.  Eat lots of bread.

WARNING:  those of you with that gluten thing should not try this without your doctor’s permission.

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And on kitchen activities, suddenly become Julia Child or Jamie Oliver or the Barefoot Contessa (who has the sense to be wearing shoes today, btw) and start baking and cooking your head off just for the love of being a gourmet.  You can pretend you always spend your Saturdays making a months’ worth of freezer meals because you love your family so much, and just happen to keep warm while you’re at it!

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Use some one else’s heat.  Time to visit a neighbor or relative, one of those poor saps that couldn’t hold out and already turned on their heat.  They’re paying an arm and a leg for it so you may as well use it!

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Afternoon Delight.  “Rubbin’ sticks -n- stones together makes the sparks ignite.”  I realize you kind of have to be from the 70s to understand this life-saving tip, but suffice it to say that cuddling = warmth.  That is enough about that.

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Convert to Catholicism and spend the day in prayer at your altar of candles.  I won’t  turn on the heat, but Dave did haul in some of those candles he bought at Target for 38-cents 2 years ago.  Nabbed about 30 of them and I may have shook my head at him then, but look who is the hero now!  We’re just praying our heads off and toasty!

Those are my tips for going as long as possible without turning on your furnace.

Oh wait – Sandy-the-Dog says I missed the most obvious of all: cuddle with the family pet.  Naturally.

 

 

Falling for Fall

“Just before the death of flowers,

And before they are buried in snow,

There comes a festival season

When nature is all aglow.” – Unknown

Easier to read:  autumnal equinox, fall, season, October, chilly mornings, leaves, vivid colors, brown, gold, yellow, red, orange, golden, smoke, bonfire, burning leaves, crunching, jumping, tossing, raking, leaf pile, path, trail, meander, overgrown gardens, reap, cobwebs, gourds, woods, snowy mountains, orchard, tree, maple, oak, branches, corn maze, cornstalks, candy corn, Indian corn, Indian summer, squirrel, chipmunk, foraging sparrows, football, World Series, brisk, chilly, cold, icy, frost, breath, pumpkin patch, hay, bale, falling leaves, pumpkin carving, nuts, cinnamon, pumpkins, apples, spicy, savory, cider, hot cocoa, coffee, soup, stew, chili, scarves, sweaters, jackets, fire, warm, roaring, crackling, inviting, cozy, crisp, blustery, welcoming, sights, sounds, smells, blowing out the sprinkler system, putting the pool away, deep blue sky, clouds, rain, wind, storm, breeze, flannel, denim, corduroy, wool, fleece, Harvest moon, moonglow, moondance, plaid.

I love words.

October?  Like always, is orange (which I have mentioned before HERE and HERE)

Today, for the first time really, there is no doubt we are facing autumn and total weather changing for the season.  That breeze that blew through yesterday – we went from 82 to 55 in 2 hours!  I see a possible snow-shower for Saturday on the forecast.  Like clockwork.

…I have been younger in October

than in all the months of spring…

naked air late morning

my love is for lightness…

– W. S. Merwin, The Love of October

I have simply been the most neglectful gardener this year, so I will let what happens, happen.  Anything that survives this brief cold front, bravo.  Anything that doesn’t, fare-thee-well.  The fridge is already full of bounty and I am ready to embrace this next season.

October, please have mercy…