Thursday, February 20, 2014

The Dog's Blanky

Yes, you read that right.  My dog has a blanky.
 
 
 
 
Normally, this old blanket sits under the deck where Lincoln sleeps.  Lately he has been toting this thing with him wherever he goes.

 
He took his blanket and abandoned it by the door because we just put some leftover scraps from supper in his bowl.


 
But after his supper, he dragged his blanky back onto the deck and resumed his usual position in front of our deck doors for his post supper snooze.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Haircuts, Tractors and Roses

My 4 year old is having a birthday in 2 days.  He is SUCH a little farm guy!  Well, my brother had a steel pedal tractor sitting in his garage.  (Nowadays they make them plastic, so I was really pleased to see this one).  I asked him how much he wanted for it and he gave it to me free.  I took it home sand cleaned it up, with the intention to repaint it and give it to Seth for his birthday.  Turns out, it didn't even need the paint.  Here is the end result of a whole lot of scrubbing.
 
And of course we got him a John Deer cap to go along with his new toy.
 
 
 
 
Here's the pile of Q-tips I used to clean all the little crevices.
 
Getting tired of the rat's nest that was accumulating at the back of Courtney's head, I finally caved in and gave her a haircut.  No more pig tails for awhile, but I think it looks cute and she seems to like it.

 
Finally, a HUGE surprise from my husband.  he brought home a dozen roses for me.  He also, along with his cousin, made a VERY impressive Valentines supper for me and his cousin's wife.  Let's see...we had Beer and Brats Soup, beautifully seasoned and tenderized tenderloin, scalloped potatoes, asparagus along with cheesecake for dessert.  It was a very nice evening!




Wednesday, February 12, 2014

The Necessity and Curse of Solitude

This is such a great piece!!!  It is part of an article written by Dorthe Nors.  Solitude can be such a dangerous and frightening thing--yet for a writer that's exactly what's necessary to churn out some great material.  I like to write, but I'd certainly term myself an amateur in the art.  But at the same time, I understand that dangerous necessity of solitude in order to write. To write, one needs peace and quiet.  With peace and quiet comes the awakening of thoughts, memories, deep passions and awful vices.  To be able to channel all these immensely overpowering emotions is to be a most masterful writer.  If you do not put a piece of yourself into your writing, your writing is dead.  There is a therapeutic emptying of oneself in writing.  Sometimes after I've written a piece that's been eating at me for days, I am completely spent.  I am satisfied that my restless and highly charged thoughts have been released, leaving me, at last, in peace.  Anyways, I will let be silent and let a literary expert expound on this amazing and inexhaustible topic.


"Solitude, I think, heightens artistic receptivity in a way that can be challenging and painful. When you sit there, alone and working, you get thrown back on yourself. Your life and your emotions, what you think and what you feel, are constantly being thrown back on you. And then the “too much humanity” feeling is even stronger: you can't run away from yourself. You can't run away from your emotions and your memory and the material you're working on. Artistic solitude is a decision to turn and face these feelings, to sit with them for long periods of time.

It takes the courage to be there. You run into your own pettiness. Your own cowardice. You run into all kinds of ugly sides of yourself. But the things that you've experienced in your life become the writing that you do. And there's no easy way to get to it, if you want to write literary fiction.
And that's what Bergman and other Swedish writers have taught me—to stay in that painful zone, discipline myself through it to get where I want.

It’s very hard because I'm a social kind of person. I like talking to people and having fun. But you have to divide your life up. I enjoy the zone I get in when I’m courageous enough to stay with my solitude for awhile. That’s when the really good stuff comes. But the solitude of being a writer should have a warning label on it.

It’s sitting with challenging emotion—the process itself can be so difficult. Sometimes it’s hard to move on. But if I'm bored by what I'm writing, I'm pretty sure that other people will be bored by it. But sometimes you have to push yourself through all this stuff that doesn't work, because by the end of that you might get somewhere new and worthwhile. That's the hard part—pushing through the bad.

I try to remember that I’m writing all the time—even when I’m not writing. You pick up on things every moment; you’re always having the radar out. You're always examining things, storing things. But when writers don't write for too long—they become more and more annoyed, and then they become an annoying person to be around. Suddenly there's this itch—a physical itch, like you're having the flu or something.  You need to push the toothpaste out."

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Effective Emergency Response

The phone rings.  Twice. 
 
I look at the call display and it says RCMP*
 
Immediately I hand the phone to Dan.
 

 
Apparently one of the children had dialed 911*
 
The dispatch had immediately called us back after someone from our home had hung up on them.
 
Oh wonderful.
 
It did not take us too long to find out who had done the deed.  The other phone was right beside a certain child who had been doing their homework.
 
The phone rang again.  This time it was a police officer who wanted to visit our home to ensure everything was O.K.
 
That was just getting better by the minute.  SIGH!




The officer came in and found 2 adults and 5 sheepish looking children.
 
He extracted a quick confession out of the guilty party and questioned the culprit on the proper usage of 911.  Thankfully the child responded correctly.  When asked why the child dialed the number, the child admitted that they wanted to see if 911 really worked.  At least there was honesty.
 
Then the officer gave the children a small lecture on the proper use of 911.  He explained that if someone was getting robbed right now, he could not help the people because he was here.
 
Anyways, the children were deeply impressed.  The officer took down everyone's names and birthdates.  He took some time to admire and take pictures of Lincoln.  Then he got in his car, turned on his siren and flashed his lights for the kids' benefit.
 


Seldom is it a dull day here.