Archive for May, 2008

Flat on the Floor

It’s here! The technically difficult video has been conquered! Thank you again, Wilmar, for sharing your wonderful video-making abilities with us.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present Grace, singing in her school talent show:

[blip.tv http://blip.tv/play/Abn3OAI%5D

(If you missed Sadie’s performance, you can see it here.)

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Memorial Weekend

We went camping this weekend. We go camping every Memorial Day weekend, but this one was the first one I can remember EVER where it did not rain. And I’m not just talking a little bit of rain either. Usually we get bombarded, lambasted and saturated by Texas spring storms, complete with tornado warnings and all. But not this year. Nope. This year we were greeted with 95 degree weather with 95% humidity. And we let the sweat pour freely. We luxuriated in it, if I may go so far.

(For the remainder of this post, when I say “we,” I really only mean “I.” When I go camping, I like to speak of myself in multiples.)

We love camping because it’s okay to sweat. We love camping because it’s one of the two times of year when we wear shorts and we don’t care that our legs are funny-shaped, white with huge black bruises and some kind of unidentified itchy rash all over. We don’t wear makeup or fix our hair and we call it good. We live with strangers quite close in their campsites all around us and we talk as if we know one another. Nobody looks stressed as they sit in their lawn chairs with their dinners cooking on the grill, while they talk Columbian politics and church history. Dogs bark, kids play and nobody knows what time it is. Kids ride on the back of tailgates on their way to the pool. People play miniature golf in their swimsuits. It is a land of peaceful lawlessness. Kids don’t have to wear helmets in this land as they ride their bikes all over the campground that they own. Well, some kids do, but we don’t talk to those kids. Their parents are probably the ones in the air-conditioned trailers that cost as much as my house did, with their satellite dishes attached out in the grass next to my tent. Don’t get me wrong, we do not look down our noses at these people. We just do not talk to them, because they don’t come out of their trailers, except to ride their bikes with helmets on their heads.

We take lots of pictures when we camp so that years from now, we can look back and remember the joy and the love and the good times and not remember at all how much work it all was for mom. (Me, being mom) A friend yesterday accused me of using my photography as a way of rewriting history. Maybe. But we like it that way. It’s more glamorous. And glamour is not such a bad goal.

Yesterday I drove home from camping. The car was completely packed with dirty, sweaty (but not rain-soaked!) clothes, tents, bedding, dog and kids. Two of the kids sat in my back seat, sun-burnt and exhausted, looking out their respective windows, lost in their thoughts as music played on the iPod through the car speakers. With the vast Texas landscape flying by outside our windows and the air-conditioning blowing hard enough inside to make our hair move a little, a song came on that I had never heard before. It made me extra grateful for the weekend that I had just spent, surrounded by loved ones, and extra hopeful for all that is to come. It made me cry. I turned it up and let the music stir my soul as I drove home. I even passed a road sign telling me how far it was to Poetry, Texas, if I just turned that way. Poetry, Texas. Someday I will turn that way. But for now, I’m grateful for the poetry that already fills my life.

I attach the song here now, for your listening enjoyment as you look through my million and one history-rewriting pictures. (It’s Irvin Mayfield, playing “Just a Closer Walk With Thee.”)

[audio:http://www.passivemomentum.net/audio/CloserWalk.mp3%5D

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Oh, and Grace’s talent show video is still on its way. It’s just experiencing some minor technical difficulties. Hopefully, it will be my next post.

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I’ll Stand By You

Well, here is the first of the talent show videos. Thank you, Wilmar, for putting this together for us.

[blip.tv http://blip.tv/play/AbmVeAI%5D

The video of Grace is coming next, but I am on my way out of town to go camping, so it will not appear until after the weekend. The Memorial Day weekend. The Memorial Day weekend that WILL NOT rain.

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Oh What a Night

Last night, Sadie and Grace sang in their school talent show. Yes, my mother-heart bursts. They both did so good. A video will be on its way shortly, but for now I simply put these pictures:

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Speaking of Pollen and Pancakes…

This is what I came home to the other day after writing the previous post:

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Have I ever mentioned that I love my husband?

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Vague Like a Vagabond

You know how people say that you’re waffling when you can’t decide which way to go and you switch sides easily and you don’t really know what to say so you babble? Well, that’s what my mind is doing these days. Only I’ve been thinking about it and I’ve decided that waffle is not really the best word to use. I’m more like a pancake. Pancakes are much more flimsy than waffles. Waffles at least have a crisp exterior and when made the way I like them, they could probably even stand on their own for a second. And when I make waffles, I don’t flip them. I put them in the waffle iron, close the lid and let the magic work, while both sides are cooked evenly at the same time. Pancakes get poured into a pan and then you flip them, flip them and sometimes flip them again.

That’s me. I feel like I’m being poured out as a nondescript liquidy goo, and then I’m being heated and then I flip, flop, flip. And when I try to stand, I simply fold over. It’s really not very attractive. Sometimes people even fling me in the air to watch how high I’ll go and I pray to God that the skillet will catch me on the way down. But to tell you the truth, it really is not going to feel any different hitting that skillet or hitting the floor. Because I’m a pancake and I flop and I squish and I rip.

This morning, while I was driving the kids to school in a rainstorm, I was watching the trees getting whipped by the wind. And I was jealous of those trees. I’d much rather be a tree than a pancake. Specifically, I’d like to be the very top of the tree. That’s where the wind hits the hardest. And the treetops just sway with the wind. They don’t know where the wind is coming from or where it will take them, but they’re flexible enough to let it take them where it will, while still staying firmly attached to the trunk. And they look beautiful doing it. Whether swaying gently or thrashing violently, the beauty can take my breath away.

I had bad dreams last night and they won’t go away from my mind.

My prayer for today is to be a treetop instead of a pancake. I’m dreaming big.

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A Very Sunny (And Songy) Mother's Day

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And for the grand finale, a video:

(This is Callie and Sadie singing in church yesterday with Cory and Shelby, who are brother and sister. These sweet kids came up with this all on their own. The first time we heard them sing it was yesterday. It was during the offering, so the first part of the song includes the ushers and some extra noise, but it’s still good. I cried.)

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