Thursday, February 13, 2014

A Little Bit of Wind

Had the funniest thing happen to me this morning.  I went out to let the dog out in the back yard.  Nothing too strange about that since I do this several times a day with Ginger who is quite regular.  Today it was different since the north cold wind was moving in with a cold front.  As I waited for Ginger, I noticed a broken branch on the ground about four feet long and thought, "Oh, wow it must have been gusty this morning for this to fall." I let Ginger in the porch, shutting the screen door behind her, then went stayed outside and picked up a couple of planters to stack them for the garage sale I'm having tomorrow.  It would only take me a minute.  When all of a sudden a big gust of wind rushed through the trees, rustling all the leaves, and shaking the branches.  It must have been at least 35 to 40 miles per hour and I felt its strength wash over and around me.  Then I felt something fall on my head.  It was a small branch, not too big, but it popped me on the head.  Umm that was strange.   I took that as a sign that it was time to go inside. So I did.

Later in the day, I went to the new Publix on East Colonial directly off Waterbury Road, and road that has taken me to so many places.  The store is brand new, clean, and sparkling, so I was checking it out.  I located the potatoes and was comparing the prices of the potatoes when I noticed across the way, a sign that said,  "Plantains, five for a dollar."

Having company coming over next week, who like plantains, I strolled over.  There was a young man arranging kiwi on the other side of the same table.   He must have noticed my windbreaker and because he asked me if the wind had died down since this morning and I told him,

"Yes, it has died down some. "

Then I told him my anecdote and we laughed.

Then he said, "thank goodness it was only a little branch and not a coconut!"

"You know what?  You are so right!" I told him with a chuckle.

That was priceless.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Let None Be Wasted or Picking up Beads

This morning, I finally got around to picking up some beads that had fallen out of a bead case.  It wasn't  a task to which I was looking forward.  Why, you might ask? Well, for starters they had fallen on the carpet and some were under a shelf with only enough space for my hand to get under.  That meant I had to get down on the floor to do this.  In addition, these beads were multicolored, white, blue, turquoise, and some were transparent being made out of glass.  Some were bulky, one centimeter in width while others were a fraction of that.  Adding to the mix was the fact that other things were on the carpet as well.  I wanted to actually vacuum the carpet but I didn't want to lose the beads in the process.  So I was in a dilemma.  Should I simply vacuum and dispose of these lovely beads which I could use to
make a lovely necklace or embroider on a dress or blouse, or should I bend down and pick them up?

I chose to bend down. As I did, I swept up the first twenty, using a thin cardstock flyer from JoAnne Fabrics I had gotten in the mail bending it in the middle and sending the first set of beads into a Ball mason jar.  Then I took to picking up the beads with my fingers especially the more colorful or glassy ones that were easily visible.  I knew there were more.

A thought went through my head. "Let none be wasted." Then I realized this was a metaphor.  I passed my hand over the carpet closing my eyes, relying only on my sense of touch.  Yes, I knew the thick carpet was going to roughen my hands or perhaps exfoliate them.  Take your pick. It didn't matter.  I was on a mission.  Then I looked in places further from where the majority were located.  I found some.  Then I lifted up items that could be hiding more beads, such as a book on the floor or a pedestal next to my night stand.  I was right, there were two or three there nestled underneath it.  I looked at the foot of my bookshelf and I found some deep turquoise and emerald green beads there too, glistening as I picked them up.  I went to the edge of the carpet close to the floor board and there, too,  I found a couple.  Another sweep of the hand helped me to detect some few remaining beads tucked between the strands of carpet.  A miniscule white one that will look pretty on my necklace or on the hem of his garment.

In all, I collected at least 75 to a hundred beads.  I am going to take a final look before I come with the vacuum cleaner.

"Let none be wasted."

Sunday, February 09, 2014

Thank God for Sundays

Thank God for Sundays
Blue Skys
Gentle Breezes
True Friends
Dogs with wagging tails
and frisky runs thinking they are horses

Thank God for cluttered cards
discovered in a dusty box
full of love
Thank you for the Bible verses
that lift people up and shakes them off
and puts us in a better place

Thank God for hope
and all of your promises
that we know that are sure
a place in heaven
a name in the book of life
no more tears
no more wars
no more suffering

But now what about today?
Yes, thank you for coming
thank you for showing us that
you are the way, the truth, and the life
and that you set us free
to live with more kindness,
gentleness, and faith

Thank you that you are
the living
not the stagnant water
that we can drink daily
and face each day with new strength so
we can be ready for the
wonderful things around the corner
those amazing surprises
that only you can put together.

Thank God for Sabbath, for Sunday,
for everyday.
Lord open our eyes.