Monday, November 30, 2009

Not Poetic, But Enjoyable Nevertheless

My apologies. An erratic WiFi connection prevented me from updating further during the Thanksgiving trip.

Though no verse has leapt to mind to memorialize the excursions to Big Bend, it was a lovely time. There was some very good hiking, the complaining by either teenage Offspring was relatively slight, and Offspring the Third did his very best to remain a Good Sport at all times. Herself actually got to see her Beloved for much more time than usual, which is always beneficial. She also prepared a full-fledged Thanksgiving Feast despite the confines of the tiny kitchen of the camper-trailer. Brava to her.

Everyone does appear to be relieved to be back home again. Accustomed as they are to a larger amount of personal space than that afforded by the camper-trailer, they all dispersed quickly to their individual areas in the house. Now they are gearing up for the few more weeks of school before the Christmas break. I look forward to trimming the tree, preparing muffins for friends, and enjoying a few of the pleasures of the season.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Lajitas Acrostic

Long drive, punctuated by numerous hills.
Achoo? - Offspring the First. Sniff - Offspring the Second.
Jogging about the RV park in glorious morring weather.
Into 'town' to see beautiful restored hotel and fort.
Twine, burnt with magnifying glass and used for bows and arrows.
A bit of relaxation, a welcome change of pace.
Scaling a hillside, Offspring Second and Third are mountain goats.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Lights, Camera, Action!

We are packing up the camper-trailer for a small family vacation. There will be hiking and general outdoor enjoyment, much to Herself's delight. I will do my best to update from the road, and as usual, will deliver details in verse. Haiku? Limerick? Iambic pentameter? I do not yet know. We will see what presents itself in the moment.

Friday, November 20, 2009

The Funk, It Is... Contagious?

Life can be quite difficult for a fifth grader. When Offspring the Third arrived into the safety of home from school today, he pronounced:

The world is a cold, heartless place, and you just have to adapt to it.

Herself provided a hug and a lemonade popsicle, and told him:

If you can find a few good friends, they will make all the difference.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

The Funk, It Is Blue

Herself has been in a blue funk of late. The myriad small difficulties of ordinary life sometimes overwhelm. But with the help of that magical technological marvel, the iPod, music will carry her through and beyond all adversities. A meaningful song is a consolation for a struggling soul.

Know that even in these azure times -- and, in fact, especially during these times -- Herself is thinking of you, with love.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Mortar and Brick

Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

Sunday, November 15, 2009


Herself and I made our first pie crust today. It turned a relatively ordinary pumpkin pie into something quite tasty. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, pie!

Friday, November 13, 2009

Arm Yourself With Love

Today is To Write Love On Her Arms day. Herself is participating for both of us.

There is hope. There is help. You are not alone.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The Nurturer Contemplates Flight

Periodically, Herself jests about running away. She has been jokingly suggesting doing so within the past few days. I’ve been observing carefully, and this is the picture I see.

Herself is a nurturer. She loves to look after other people: the Offspring, her Beloved, her friends, her extended family. Anyone need anything? A muffin or another snack? A blanket? A hug? A good book? A listening ear or a shoulder to lean on? Moral support? Reassurance? Assistance in any form? She’s there in an instant. It is her privilege and her pleasure to be of help to you.

There are times, though, when number of the small pieces of Herself that she gives away, seem vastly to outnumber the pieces she receives in return.

With the Offspring, of course, she fully expects to be taken for granted most of the time - they are the children, she is their mother, they are entitled to her love, services and care without question, even if they do not give back in return.

Her Beloved is so very busy. She has spent a lot of time pining for his undivided attention, longing for him to have time for her. She does her best to wait patiently; she knows that if she is ever in full-on crisis mode, she can count on him to be there for her in a heartbeat, and that's what is important.

Every now and then, she feels as though she puts more effort into initiating conversations, providing hugs and support, and looking after her friends, than her friends do in return. She suspects her feelings in this matter are cranky and not truly accurate; they do talk to her, hug her, laugh with her, call and e-mail her. Nevertheless, tiny moments feed into her insecurities. For example, a few weeks ago, she spotted one of her friends, and got up to cross the room to move closer and say hello. Her friend motioned her to sit back down and came to sit next to her. Herself was inwardly shocked by the amount of gratitude she felt at having her friend take the initiative to approach and sit with her. But why should that be so surprising? Could it be the infrequency with which it happens? Perhaps.

One of Herself’s deepest fears, one that she has confessed only to her Beloved and to myself, is that if she pulls back from looking after other people, if she stops initiating conversations or interaction, or if she lessens her habitual nurturing, that others will not notice or care enough to step in and tend to their relationships with Herself. She will be left alone. She doesn’t have the strength to go through with the experiment of retreating just a bit, though, because in her darker moments she is truly afraid that she might find out that no one really does care. Yet some days, she is drained and yearns for a respite from caring for others.

And so, when she jokes about running away, it is because she is idly wondering who would come to look for her if she did.

It is an unhappy mental space that Herself occupies with these thoughts. I think she needs a long, solitary hike in the desert to restore the quiet within her and to help her refuel. That would facilitate her recovery from this mindset, so that she may resume her joyous nurturing of her loved ones. In the meanwhile, I will do what I can to remind everyone:

nurturers need nurturing too.

Monday, November 9, 2009


There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

- Sidonie Gabrielle

Sunday, November 8, 2009


It really is difficult to believe that this banana-flavored morsel of "candy" with its plasticine sheen is, indeed, edible. The most redeeming quality of this item was the joke printed on the wrapper:

Q. What are two things you can never eat for breakfast?
A. Lunch and Dinner.

Saturday, November 7, 2009


"A friend is a gift you give yourself."-Robert Louis Stevenson

Friday, November 6, 2009

The Price of Wisdom

"I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable." - Joseph Addison

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Click, beep

Life would be so much easier if we only had the source code.

Monday, November 2, 2009


There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
- George Carlin

Sunday, November 1, 2009


The most frightening part of Halloween this year, was the volume of trick-or-treaters. Within a space of two hours, over 400 stopped by. We had to begin turning people away when we ran out of treats. Egads.