Posts Categorized: Patience

There Were Friends. And There Was Fun!


It was Fun with Friends, and it was very good.

I’ve spent each evening this week at church, with the little kids (Pre-K’s and Kindergarteners). The first through sixth graders were having Music Camp, and we were having Fun with Friends. Literally. We did ART, and lots of it. Sunday was Collage Night. Monday was Drawing Night. Tuesday was Painting  Night. Wednesday was Printing Night. And Thursday was Sculpture Night. As usual, there was Tall Painting. And I was sure you’d want to see photos.

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The AARP card, along with some gift cards from places I get my medications

The AARP card, along with some gift cards from places I get my medications

When I was 50, I joined AARP. It was like a joke. “Oh, I’m so old, now. I have an AARP card. Ha-Ha!” And I Ha-Ha’ed myself through the next fifteen years.



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Of Birds and Bees and Springtime

So long, lavender sweater. See you next fall.

So long, lavender sweater. See you next fall.

It was chilly, early last week, and I wore my lavender sweater one more time before washing it and putting it away. My favorite sweater, I’ve had it for years (and will have it for as many more years as it can take it). I’ve surrendered to the fact that spring is really here.

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Comic Con, part II

I know I lead a pretty limited life. There’s lots and lots out there that happens without my ever seeing it or hearing it or even knowing about it. Like truck rallies, and lesser known sports like curling and skeet shooting (okay, I know they exist, but I don’t know anything about them). And life on Caribbean islands, and great wealth. Also things with which I am unfamiliar.

And Comic Cons.

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pie pops

thA couple of years ago, I went to a Christmas gathering which included one of those gift exchanges where everybody brings a gift. Then everyone gets a number. When it’s your turn, you choose a gift and open it, and everyone admires it. Then, the next person has the option of taking the wonderful gift you just opened, or choosing another still-wrapped gift and opening it. And it goes on until everyone has a lovely/funny/really interesting gift to take home to use/enjoy/regift to someone else, maybe at another one of those parties, where you might actually end up with that lovely/funny/interesting gift all over again. I’ve been at parties like that where the popular gift just keeps on getting swiped away, but most of the ones I attend now have a “three swipe” limit. So, if you’re the lucky third person to say to someone who used to like you, “Hey, hand that over to me,” you actually will get to go home with something you really want.

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Curbs. ? or !

One afternoon last July, Kevin and April and Jeremy were here, trying to get some work done, and they suggested that they might be more

It seems to me that, from a toddler's eye view, this would be a scary, deep, dark cavern, to be avoided at all costs. Apparently, toddlers are much more adventurous than I am. And they fit much better, too.

It seems to me that, from a toddler’s eye view, this would be a scary, deep, dark cavern, to be avoided at all costs. Apparently, toddlers are much more adventurous than I am. And they fit much better, too.

productive if Toddler Peter weren’t in the house, wanting to sit in their laps, around the table. So he and I went to WalMart. We walked into the store and toward the shopping carts, where Peter was thrilled to spy this tunnel-ish sort of walkway, thoughtfully provided by the WalMart people for the entertainment of little folks. He walked a little way in, could not be convinced to walk back towards me, so I had to wriggle in, grab him, and wriggle back out, where I popped him into a cart and strapped him in…securely, so we could go and get our shopping done.

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Let Us Love One Another

This is another story about my Reading Club group at the elementary school. In December, we got a new member “Beth” (who seems quite healthy and I hate to call her Beth, but I’m at the last of Little Women names). She doesn’t need Reading Club, at all. Jo wanted her with us because they’re friends. She’s a great reader, which has had a completely unexpected result. The other girls were reluctant to read each session, and took their time, struggling with words and comprehension. The first time Beth read, she  clipped through a couple of paragraphs, easily, and as she began the third paragraph, Meg jumped in and said, “I’m next.” Then Jo (my most reluctant participant) wanted to read. And now, they are always to eager to read aloud, they try very hard, and are ready to ask about new words and try to understand them, and are following the story really well.

I've never even tried these. They *smell* too hot for me.

I’ve never even tried these. They *smell* too hot for me.

And they all do have my number. Mrs. Lintz brings treats. I take Takis (TAH keys) every Tuesday and Wednesday (the “Fuego” variety, the hot kind, that they like best). There are cake pops for birthdays. And, for Thanksgiving and Christmas, I brought a jar of peanuts and packages of M&Ms and dried cranberries and yogurt raisins, and treat bags and funnels, and let them create their own holiday gift.

Last Tuesday, they had done practice state-mandated testing all morning, and were worn out. We read together, and as they left, someone said, “Takis?” Oh, no. I had forgotten. “I’m so sorry,” I said. “Oh, that’s okay,” they said, so kindly, as they went off to join their classes for a well-deserved recess.

On my way home, I stopped at Target to get some small apples. I put them in the treat bags first (the mouths of those bags don’t seem narrow if you’re just dropping in candy, but they’re not really meant for apples, which I learned back at Halloween). Then I put in some Valentine’s candy and packed them up (along with Takis), to take on Wednesday.

At Wednesday lunch, Meg and Jo arrived first and were thrilled to tell me that they had passed the first part of the practice test that they had taken on Tuesday. A 68 for Jo and a 60 for Meg, just barely passing. (I know she must be frustrated, because if she were back in Mexico, I think she would be a top-level student, if she could always be working in Spanish). Beth came in, and, when asked, didn’t have her score from the day before. (Actually, I think that in her class, everyone always passes.) We talked a little bit about the future, what they wanted to do as adults. They didn’t really have any ideas. Jo said an older brother wanted to be a policeman; she might be “police,” too.

“That sounds great,” I said. “I can imagine you as a police officer.” And I can. She’s a tall girl and has a very serious stare that I think would cause any offender to cower.

But they were all soooo grateful to be done, at least until the real tests, in April. They were just bouncing off the walls, very hyper-energized. We read, a little, and then I said, “It seems really quiet out there in the cafeteria. (We meet on the stage, with the curtain drawn.) I wonder if your classes have gone outside, already.”

“Oh!” They looked at each other, and Meg jumped up and walked over to some chairs stacked by the wall (where, when she came in, she had said, “I just have to put something over here.”) She came back to the table and put down a heart-shaped box—Russell Stover.

“For me?” I asked.IMG_6164

They were soooo cute!

“We planned it together,” they said.

Meg and her mom had done the shopping, and she explained, “My mom said that if we get something paper, it might just get thrown away. But, this, you can keep it and put things in it.”

I don’t know what I’m going to put in my box (after the candy’s gone, which won’t take all that long). But it will be something very special and treasured, for certain.


Hatred starts fights, but love pulls a quilt over the bickering.

Proverbs 10:12 (The Message)



I wouldn’t call it “hate.” But there was a lot of mistrust from that “Jo” a year ago. She was never mean to me, but there wasn’t much eye contact, and she wanted me to know that she was cooperating because she wanted to, not because I asked. She gave off an “I don’t care about anything or much of anybody” attitude. This year, she’s still a strong personality, but less prickly around the edges. And I’m getting ‘waaaay more hugs these days, before I leave school each Tuesday and Wednesday.

Maybe I Wouldn’t Like Winter as Much If I Lived Someplace Where Winters are Fierce and Long

But, I don’t live someplace where the winters are fierce and long. I live someplace where winters are short and pretty mild. It never seems long enough, and I’m never really ready for spring when it hits. Okay, maybe it doesn’t hit. But it does jump in pretty quickly and intensely, and, two weeks later, summer arrives, and it does hit. Big.

I’m never ready for spring because I’m not ready to stop wearing my winter clothes. I wear the warm weather clothes for MONTHS! I am always weary of them by the time cool weather arrives, and cannot wait to wash them one last time and put them away for next year. Then, I have to get them out again, when the weather warms back up, wear them for a few more weeks, wash them, and put them away, again, for next year. Then, a couple of weeks later, I have to get them out again. I continue to let myself be fooled by that one morning when there’s a chill in the air that says fall is coming. I forget that the next day, the temperature will be in the 90’s again (or higher).

So, when winter really does settle in for good, in, say, November, I’m ready. And, truly, I’ve been shivering these past few January days, and drinking lots of hot tea, and making soup, and feeling pretty chilled most of the time. But it’s winter and it’s supposed to be that way!  (And I completely understand that it’s easy for me to be happy with that wintery, bitter cold weather, because it lasted for about a week and a half, and yesterday, it was 72.)

But I like winter for other reasons.


And I really do enjoy what happens to the landscape.

I like that things don’t have to be watered nearly as much (and the water bill drops). And I like what happens to the trees.


God spoke: “Lights! Come out!
        Shine in Heaven’s sky!
    Separate Day from Night.
        Mark seasons and days and years,

Genesis 1:14 (the Message)

And, I really do like the coziness of the early darkness in the winter months. I know it can be overwhelming and depressing and oppressive for folks who live in more northern latitudes than I. I might grow weary and stir-crazy if winter lasted longer than the comparative brief time it does here in Waco, Texas. But honestly, I’m never quite ready for it to end. I usually keep a couple of sweaters and heavy shirts in the closet longer than is reasonable, just in case.