For Ang

Ang,

if you come by, I read your blog and it sounds to me like some jealous people.
They do that kind of thing you know. I'm happy for your success and sad for your troubles.

Monday

Starting a new week, oh what a joy.
New plans, new choices, well maybe same old choices since its the same chores. But I get to choose when do them and what gets done first.
My first choice is the kitchen, my only choice is the kitchen, as it looks like the wreck of the Hespers.
HT is busy watching the kids. He has his 2 dvd's that he watches every morning. He comes in greets me, takes off his shoes, starts to say bye to mom, that can take 20 min. mom has a hard time leaving, he comes and takes my hand, leads me to the couch were the remotes sit and get excited when the show starts.

So to day HT will be busy emptying the toy box and I will spend my time going from the living room to the kitchen, that is until time for the big nap then it's kitchen time.

20 miles

We have friends who live out in the middle of no where. They have to pipe sunlight in.
Last night I got to spend the night out in the Big Woods. It was wonderful I slept and then slept some more.

What a great feeling.

Even if it was just 20 hours away, it felt like many more.

Well, well

I don't have words for this past week, nor for the past year.
The world goes by and on its way life changes.

This is the first day my head has been almost clear. I have had a cold and once again ended up on amoxicillin. All this because Pa and I spent the day sitting in a cold room learning about diabetes and how to change our life style. That room was so cold that Pa was even cold and Pa is one of those people who is warm in winter.

Colds are nasty things. I have had my share of them but this past year or so they seem to have changed. They want to stay longer and behave worse then ever before in my life. I guess this all goes along with the getting old business. You know getting old is not for sissy's and here lately I have felt like a big sissy.

Well this sissy is going to try to get at least one chore done before my head gets all fuzzy again.

How's your mouth?

Have you ever seen someone cuss at their child? Did you notice the child's face or body after the assault? It is very much like the reaction of a person who has been slapped hard or stabbed.

We do lots of stupid things in our day to day living. Without a doubt one of the worst thing we do is use language that inflects pain.

It has been said " the pen is mightier then the sword"

Why is that?

Is it because a knife wound is to the flesh and a word wound is to the soul?
Perhaps it is because a flesh wound leaves us with a visible scar and we must come to terms with it and live with the sight of it. The soul wound is a hidden wound that we think we can push aside and it will just go away.

Cussing or curse?

As long as I can remember, the action of foul words have carried the title of cussing. When I heard someone say that another person used curse words my thought was " it's cuss not curse". I now know that they are curse's.

Curse
1.The calling down of evil or harm upon one.
2. Affliction
a. cause pain and distress to
3. Swear at
a. make or cause to make a solemn statement or promise under oath
b. use profane language

Profane:
1.Treat with irreverence
2. serving to debase what is holy

Holy:
1. sacred
2. spiritually pure
Pure:
Free of foreign matter,contamination, or corruption
Corrupt
change from good to bad

No matter how you defend yourself it all comes down to Words, they bring life or death.
Which do you want to speak into your child's life?
Which do you want to speak into any one's life?
Which one do you want spoken into your life?
More then not, what you send out, you get back.
How's your mouth?

English OR how I got out of high school

I can spell better then I thought. The truth is I can sight read better then I can spell. If I see a word once or twice it gets tucked away in my little brain somewhere and I can pronounce it the next time I see it. Spelling a word or grouping words is a whole other thing.

Back in my high school days all you had to do was get 1 English class in for graduation.

40 years ago, this September, I started the 10th grade and my first year in high school.
Back then, at Griffith schools freshmen were top dogs in Jr. High, it could have been that way in other towns to I only remember Griffith.

I hated English, I do not understand it. That makes life rough when you want to go to college or even write a letter. I wanted to go to college and would take the whole day to write a letter to my cousin.
For me English class added to that wonderful feeling you have about yourself at 14. You know the one with all the ugly thoughts about yourself.

First day of school and the question "who did you get"? Mr. Harken "Oh he is nice you will like him" No I won't he teaches English and I hate English. I'm never going to get through high school.
Turned out Mr Harken was a wonderful and wise teacher. He broke up the literature and grammar so that you could pass the class if you only tried. I tried, oh how I tried when it came to grammar. The lit. part came easy and was fun for me. One grading period I would get a D because that was mostly grammar, the next I would get an A or B because it was mostly reading.
Come the end of the year it worked out to a passing grade, a trip to Chicago and a gratefulness that has lasted 40 years.
My grade school dictionary still sits on my desk. I have a Franklin dictionary book marker and spell check rates right up there with sliced bread.

I remember the names of only 2 of my teachers, Mr Harken and Miss Beanblossom.
Mr Harken got me through English and Miss Beanblossom gave me a love of sewing.

Your Spelling is Okay

You got 7/10 correct. Your spelling is a bit of a problem. Your instincts on how to spell things aren't horrible, but you often make an embarrassing mistake or two.

How's" Your Spelling?