Posts Categorized: Peace

Tra-DI-tion! Tra-DI-tion! Dum-de-dum-dum-Dum-Dum-Dum! TRADITION!!

Tradition!! Wonderful memory or millstone? Is it, “Oh, thank goodness Aunt Delilah brought her persimmon pie!” or, “Oh, no! Aunt Delilah’s getting out of her car and she’s got her PERSIMMON PIE!!!”

Caroline Kennedy says, of family traditions and memories, “Those memories, good and bad, are really what help to keep a family together over the long haul.” In the movie, milkman Tevye says that, “without traditions, our lives would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof.” Other folks think traditions are silly and out-dated.&lt

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Maybe I *Am* a Little Hard-Headed

The reason I went to Fort Worth this time (last Sunday afternoon) was to attend the Fort Worth Symphony concert at the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens. They were playing some Carmen, some Liszt, and ended with a rousing 1812 Overture with firecrackers that were advertised as “jaw-dropping” and “hair-raising.” They were pretty fabulous; here’s a YouTube video from the 2012 event. This year’s really was better.images-1

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Springtime-gotta love it!

I’m on the mailing list for a nursery in Fort Worth. I get e-mails several times a week, especially at this time of year, telling me about special offers. Wednesday morning, I opened their new message and it said, “Thursday Only—-Ladybugs, regularly $9.99, now $6.98!” Oh, yes!

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как тяжело в любом случае те коньки*

Yes, I’m still watching Olympics

Sometimes I’m just mesmerized by the wildly different sorts of things that athletes do on skis, skates, and snowboards. And, figure skates are different than speed skates, and slalom skis are different than downhill skis, and what you’re going to do on a snowboard determines what kind of snowboard you use.

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Grow Old Along with Me-Oh, Come On, It’ll be Fun, Maybe, Probably

As I, um, mature, I find that it takes longer to recover from, well, everything. After a big weekend or a few days of having company, I used to need a couple of days to get back to normal. Now, it takes much, much, much longer. And I don’t always realize how long it takes until I wake up one morning, days later, and realize that I feel better, physically, and mentally. So, I expected to need significant down time after the big Thanksgiving to-do.

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Harried. Harriedier. Harriediest.

Seems like I spend a *lot* of time here.

Seems like I spend a *lot* of time here.

Thanksgiving, last year, I made a woman r-e-a-l-l-y angry at the HEB supermarket. It was a whole week before Thanksgiving Day, and I was buying as much of what I needed as I could, beginning to get ready for our guests–both sons, both daughters-in-law, my sister and brother-in-law, my niece, and one of her roommates.

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Look at This!!

Look what’s happening in my yard!

I know that this isn’t going to mean much to those of you who don’t live in Texas or other fall-delayed places, who, for example, may have had snow last week.

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And Don’t Say You Don’t Like Goldfish Macaroni & Cheese, Either

Shopping at Wal-Mart a couple of weeks ago, I saw Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Macaroni & Cheese. Really.

Yes. It's true!

Yes. It’s true!

I immediately thought about my preschoolers in Sunday School. They really like plain ol’ goldfish crackers (and also pretzel goldfish, colored goldfish, space goldfish, graham cracker goldfish, and puffy goldfish). Oh, how great that would be for snack on the Sunday that new kids were promoting to our room. I took my big sauce pan to cook the pasta, along with the butter and milk that are necessary to produce some sort of sauce from the enclosed dry cheese sauce packet.

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How Old ARE You, Mrs. Lintz?

My sister, since I began this blog, has been all over me about the complete list of Paul’s characteristics of Fruit of the Spirit. Last week, she reminded me about “peace,” looking for it soon. I might should be concerned about how challenged I’ve felt to think of something peace-related. But here it is.

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