Wednesday, February 27, 2019
As the snow continues to fall here in Wisconsin, I’m doing my best to just put my mind in a different place. I keep thinking I should be taking pictures around town because the snow piles are so ridiculously high. There is no place else to put anymore snow, yet, as already mentioned, it just continues to fall.
So instead I turn my attention to what has been out there before and what will come back again.
Saturday, February 23, 2019
She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows;
their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear.
(Proverbs 31:21, The Message Bible)
Proverbs, chapter 31, verses 10 to 31, is called the hymn of the good wife or wife of noble character. The woman described in those verses is pretty amazing, someone I can only aspire to be, but fall quite short. For starters, whether my family is dressed for this winter weather we’ve been having, there is no amount of clothing that’s going to keep me from fretting a little about all the snow we’ve had.
Ok, I'm past the point of worrying. Instead, I think I’ve fallen into snow-mentia. As these pictures I took yesterday attest.
Looks like I was frosting a cake instead of whittling away at the mountain of snow on the deck.
This snow looks like it is trying to escape from a jail cell.
Maybe strip mining? Or stairway to heaven?
But here's the good thing. The hubby can't get to his grill, but I set up another one.
And invited some friends.
Looks like they are going up the stairway to heaven.
Actually, I can't blame my dementia on the snow after all.
Looks like I was this weird 38 years ago.
Friday, February 22, 2019
I was sitting in the dentist’s chair Monday morning, enjoying the view out the window, that is of course, until the hygienist stuck her hands in my mouth. The view out the window is much nicer in the summer, when they have a water feature, with water tumbling over some rocks into a little pond. Birds twitter and squirrels frolic, and again, it would be quite relaxing if someone’s hand were not in my mouth.
I always wanted to sneak a picture in the summer, but never felt like I had the chance. Monday morning, however, when the hygienist stepped out to develop my bite-wings (yikes!), I couldn’t resist. I edged out of the chair, and with that paper napkin-thing chained around my neck, I snuck my camera from my purse and snapped a shot. I love that old barn.
When the hygienist got back, I mentioned how pretty that barn was. A little later, when I asked for a certain kind of toothbrush and I heard her footfalls go down and back up a set of stairs, I started thinking. First of all, I didn’t know there was a basement in my dentist’s office. I knew that a service station had once been on that property, which made me wonder if going into the basement was like going into the “pit”.
What I really remembered about that service station, though, was that when I was in middle school, it was only a ten-minute walk there. And even though we weren’t supposed to leave the school grounds during lunch, many a noon-time we would walk there to buy candy. Now, how ironic is that? Eating that sugary candy as a kid and now I’m back in the same location getting my teeth worked on.
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
I’ve been going to post these pictures for a while but just haven’t gotten around to it. Had a few other ideas for blogging tonight, but this one seemed as good as any.
Let me introduce Stan, Vincent, Tyrone, and Pam. You figure out which name belongs to which one.
- on the plane
- during the long layover in Dubai
- at Hell's Gate
- at the crocodile park
- still at the crocodile park
- and still at the crocodile park
- at the baby elephant rescue center
- on safari (there is an adult elephant in that brush)
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Wednesday, February 13, 2019
|December 1971, our backyard|
I could call this post “Snowpocalypse” or “Wintermageddon”, but instead I will just remain speechless. I’ve lived through some abysmal winters here in northern Wisconsin. When I was a kid, it seemed like we got this much snow every year and most Januarys it hovered in the minus digits for at least a week or two at a time. Maybe we’ve all become whimps because of a long string of mild winters. Even last winter wasn’t that bad, except that it never, ever ended. I think we got two feet of snow in April.
The winter of 2018-2019 got off to a slow start. Not much happening in December or January. But the last few weeks? Don’t even ask. It leaves me speechless. But not without pictures.
And at 6:00 this morning as Hubby went out to deal with it. Again.
And at 6:00 this morning. That path is all I have the strength to shovel.
Then, some artsy pictures.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
If I had the gift of being able to speak in other languages without learning them and could speak in every language there is in all of heaven and earth, but didn’t love others, I would only be making noise. 2 If I had the gift of prophecy and knew all about what is going to happen in the future, knew everything about everything, but didn’t love others, what good would it do? Even if I had the gift of faith so that I could speak to a mountain and make it move, I would still be worth nothing at all without love. 3 If I gave everything I have to poor people, and if I were burned alive for preaching the Gospel but didn’t love others, it would be of no value whatever.
8 All the special gifts and powers from God will someday come to an end, but love goes on forever. Someday prophecy and speaking in unknown languages and special knowledge—these gifts will disappear. 9 Now we know so little, even with our special gifts, and the preaching of those most gifted is still so poor. 10 But when we have been made perfect and complete, then the need for these inadequate special gifts will come to an end, and they will disappear.
13 There are three things that remain—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13 (Living Bible)
Since the first of the year, having chosen the word “gift” as my word for 2019, I’ve been sharing Bible verses which use that word. With Valentine’s Day coming up later this week, it seemed that these passages were most appropriate. Count how many times the word “gift” is used.
Don’t get bogged down by those gifts of prophecy and speaking in tongues. I think they are still around, just not in the way we think. The point is that in the end, when Jesus returns for His people, all that is going to be left is love. We won’t even need faith or hope, because as Hebrews 11:1 tells us, “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” When we see Jesus face to face, we don’t need any more assurance than that.
Thank You, Lord God, for sending Your Son to fill us with Your unending love. Amen.
Friday, February 8, 2019
Around January 27, I noticed a few things popping up on Facebook, statics such as that 22% of millennials in the U.S. weren’t sure what the Holocaust was. Or that 41 percent of them believe two million or fewer Jews were killed during the Holocaust. Or that two-thirds weren’t sure what Auschwitz was. And even though I thought I knew my history (such as that 5 to 6 million Jews were actually murdered during this dark time), I finally just now am getting around to learning the significance of January 27.
On January 27, 1945, the Nazi's largest concentration camp at Auschwitz in southern Poland was liberated. During just that camp’s existence, up to 1 million Jews,75,000 Poles, 21,000 Gypsies, and 15,000 Soviet POWs were killed there.
Unfortunately, and very sadly, there are people who, even after hearing these statistics, still don’t believe them. Even vehemently deny them, opting to believe some crazy anti-semitic conspiracy theory instead. I wonder if these people also deny that more recently thousands of innocent people were victims of genocides in Cambodia, Rwanda, Bosnia and Darfur.
The thing is history does repeat itself. Which is one of the reasons why January 27 is designated as Holocaust Remembrance Day. It is a day in which we should learn from the lessons of the past and realize that genocide does not just take place on its own. It begins with misunderstanding and prejudice and grows into discrimination, racism and hatred.
|At the Dachau Concentration Camp Site in Germany, when my daughter was there with her class in 2008.|
At least, maybe some of our kids will remember.
There are many memoirs written on the subject, from “The Diary of Anne Frank” to “Left to Tell”. The most recent one I’ve read is “A Boy from Bustina: A Son. A Survivor. A Witness” by Andrew Burian.
A sheltered boy from the small town of Bustina (then Czechoslovakia, now Ukraine), Andrew had a beautiful carefree childhood. At the age of thirteen, his world was shattered. Andrew's wartime odyssey began with deportation from his hometown to Mateszalka ghetto in Hungary. From there, Andrew and his family were deported to Auschwitz-Birkenau, where he survived countless selections and near-death experiences. In the freezing winter of 1945, he survived the infamous 'death march' evacuation of Auschwitz-Birkenau and was loaded into a cattle car for the long journey to the Mauthausen concentration camp in Austria. Andrew survived another death-march to the Gunskirchen concentration camp from which he was ultimately liberated by the U.S. Army. Andrew's journey took him through Hungary, Poland, Austria, Czechoslovakia, England and, finally, the USA where he made a new life. (from Amazon.com)
Mr. Burian’s story was amazing and moving, and I would recommend anyone to read it. But the book was also gut-wrenching at times. Visions of the horrible experiences the author and so many others lived through during the Holocaust floated before me, haunting me. That's not necessarily a bad thing, though. This is the kind of book that everyone should read. It's only in learning more about the dark times of WWII that we can hopefully learn and not relive those times. With all the madness going on in the world today, I fear that something like the Holocaust could indeed happen again. By remembering our past, hopefully, we can avoid reliving it.
On the bright side, the author shared what these experiences taught him and most importantly, what his father had taught him. Things which got the author through the darkest days. Things which could help any of us as well.
Thank you, Mr. Burain, for honestly and openly sharing your life with us. God bless.
For more information on the Holocaust, click on this link.
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Last month, I resurrected this series on how “you too can be the perfect patient.” I feel I’m at the point where I could change the title to “this is why you need to get those screenings that your health care provider recommends.” And you might be thinking, if you recall the whole colon screening blogs, that I share too much information. Guess what? I’m not finished yet.
Remember when you heard that one of your aging female relatives broke a hip? Auntie fell in the kitchen, no one knew why, and x-rays show a fracture that’s going to require surgery to repair, and with Auntie’s age, there’s still a chance that this isn’t going to heal. Next thing you know, Auntie’s in the hospital with a pneumonia that she doesn’t recover from. You’ve heard that story, right? You know someone who’s gone down that road, right?
Chances are Auntie had severe osteoporosis and that hip was actually fractured before she fell. Just the normal wear and tear of walking around on that hip caused it to break and that’s why she fell.
Osteoporosis, as you probably already know, is when the bones lose density or mass, making them weak, brittle and easy to break. If you are a postmenopausal woman, your health care provider will probably recommend a bone density. Being female puts you at risk of developing osteoporosis and broken bones. Here are some facts:
* 80% of Americans with osteoporosis are women.
· * Nearly half of women over age 50 will break a bone because of osteoporosis.
· * A woman’s risk of breaking a hip is equal to her combined risk of breast, uterine and ovarian cancer.
Why are us women targeted by this disease?
· * Women tend to have smaller, thinner bones than men.
· * Estrogen, a hormone in women that protects bones, decreases sharply when women reach menopause. This is why the chance of developing osteoporosis increases after menopause.
You can find out if you have osteoporosis or its precursor, osteopenia, by getting a bone density test. Also called a bone mass measurement test, it estimates the amount of bone in your hip, spine and sometimes other bones. It’s recommended having this done every two years.
When my health care provider suggested that I have this test, I agreed. Other than being a postmenopausal woman, my risk factors are close to nil. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink alcohol, I get plenty of exercise and I have a reasonable amount of bone-growing calcium in my diet.
So, when my provider said my test came back with osteopenia, I was floored. I thought, good thing I still have my mom’s wheeled walker, I’m gonna need it.
All I can do is take a daily calcium supplement with vitamin D and continue as much weight-bearing exercise as the bone spurs in my heels will allow. Oh, and one last thing – this is the only disease I know of where you are at higher risk if you are too thin. So, at least I do get to keep consuming the chocolate!
Sunday, February 3, 2019
Children are a heritage from the Lord, offspring a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one’s youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court.
Psalm 127:3-5 (New International Version)
If you are friends with me on Facebook, you may have already seen these pictures.
I have to share them again because I am so blessed to have such amazing kids. When I brag about them, people sometimes say it’s because I’m such a good Mom. I take absolutely no credit for that; my son and daughter turned out to be the caring, giving kids they are little thanks to me.
My word for 2019 is “gift”, so I have been sharing various Bible verses about that word. Today, with my kids just back from another volunteer trip to Kenya, I am remembered of the wonderful gift they are to me. They are also a gift to the people we work with in Kenya.
My quiver may only contain two arrows, but they fill my quiver to capacity.
Lord, Father in Heaven, thank You for the gift of two amazing children. You have blessed me completely. Amen.