Tuesday, June 28, 2011

FF Saves the World

Or at least I want to.  Last year when I did my annual review at my job one of my goals was literally to help save the world.  Ok so that seems a bit lofty but truly don't we all have our little postage stamp sized lots of green/asphalt/home/school/friends/family that we can influence?  Or try to?  So if I'm responsible for this little patch of earth (the place I work) and I can help save it from suburbia, construction, empathy and carelessness-haven't I saved the world?  A piece of it?

I know, I know...I'm being vague.  But it's necessary so pardon my lack of detail.

Part of saving the world has to be a firm belief in the right way of doing things.  The EASY way is rarely the right way.  Once I was asked by someone dear to me whether or not I intentionally sought out the hard way to do things; love, life, work etc.  My answer was no, of course not.  But seriously, give me five good examples of something that is easy and good.  Truly good.  Not something that just appears good but truly is.

Truly Easy & Good:
I can't think of any.

So here's to the hard life.  I'll keep laughing.  My husband helps me to keep laughing.  And the spark that at 34 years of age keeps me thinking that yeah, I can change the world?  Maybe that's the only thing I know of that's easy and good.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

This is no farm

It's Philly. Except I can't figure out how to post the photo!

Monday, June 20, 2011

Ode to Dad

I am half asleep but I couldn't let Father's Day pass without writing a bit about my dad.  Though technically, it's Monday right now.  Well.....until I go to sleep and wake up...it's not the next day so without further ado; here's to dad.

I think every lick of common sense I have I can credit you for dad.  You are important.  You gave me sense, logic, a sense of adventure and a respect for things that can hurt me through the mastering of them, rather than giving in to fear.  You may have worked a lot while we were kids but there are things I will never forget:

Like the time you were leaving on a long trip and you woke me up especially to say goodbye.  I sat on your knee half asleep and barely remembered it the next morning but I missed you.  Or the times you brought me home beautiful unicorns to add to my collections - usually something you saw somewhere in a shop on one of your trips.  My favorite one of all time I smashed in to a million tiny pieces.  It was blown and filled glass and the unicorn was rearing up on his hind legs.  I was so upset.  He fell over at least twice and finally I put his sad pieces in a container.  I kept them for years and years.  I think I was living in Maine when I finally decided to part with them and I was still pretty reluctant to do so.  I still have the small Limoges music box one you got me.  It has a braided lock of Easy's hair in it and a few other keepsakes.

You tried so hard to help me ride Easy Being Rich.  I remember when you hopped on and galloped away trying to show me how easy it was......I couldn't help it!  It was so hard to try and ride him after he bucked me off a few times!!  You showed me how to drive a tractor.  I still remember how.  You showed me that I could shoot a gun with the best of them and you had no qualms about taking me to the gun club or out hunting.

I may have hated it at the time but every time you told me to 'suck it up' you were putting another little bit of steel in my backbone.  You helped me learn how to fly fish and gave me one of your rods.  The fishing trips we've been on, it didn't matter that we didn't catch anything dad, it was great just to be with you.  What was the name of the river in Pennsylvania?  Susquahanna or something?

Almost every day at my job, I use something you've taught me.  Whether it's the fact that everyone deserves the common decency of being listened to at least once or that everyone has something in common and if you remember that, you can talk to absolutely anyone.  You have been a great teacher dad.  I have been told when I teach that I manage to take very complicated topics and whittle them down to something just about anyone could understand and I feel like I borrowed this skill from you (and maybe some from mom too!)

Well dad, I know there's more but I should save some for next year.  I'm glad that you are my father.  The parts of you that are in me I think are some of the best parts of yourself.  And that's probably what every parent wants for their kid.  I love you.....and sorry if this was too emo for you.  :-)

Monday, June 6, 2011

Adventures @ the flip of a coin

Over the Memorial Day holiday, my husband and I went for a ride in the car.  With a sense of adventure and spontaneity, we took as little as we could, hopped in the car and took off.  We drove down roads I'd never driven on, on purpose.  At every intersection we flipped a coin to see which way to turn.  One flip brought us in to the depths of inner suburbia.  It was frightening.  I understand that people live there, hey, I live there, but that doesn't mean that that is a good thing.  We followed every twist and turn and soon a feeling started creeping over us; a feeling of being trapped.  Which flip of the coin would take us out of this unsightly example of the grid we are all expected to work ourselves to the bone for?  Eating up our open spaces, our trees and spirit along the way?  It was hell.  Luckily, one flip of the coin turned us in the direction of the open road once again.

At one point, we drove in to a small town on the edge of cornfields, still empty because the soil has been too soggy to plant.  We drove right past an antique store, turned around, went back and explored there.  We were greeted by two very friendly Jack Russel Terriers - they gave Sam fits, he wanted so badly to say hi to them.  We were also greeted by old rusty items at the shop entrance, wooden cabinets that had obviously spent some time in the elements and a barrel of a woman with a voice as gravelly as the pit north of my home town.  She wore a frilly yellow tank top, no bra but a sincere and simple smile.  You couldn't help but like her, despite the voice that made you look up suddenly, expecting to see an 80 year old woman who'd been smoking since she was 12, or at the very least.....a man.
Apron find #1
Apron find #2 (fav!)

We looked at what she had to offer in her little barn/store and I was quite impressed.  There were dishes abounding, linens, books, toys, nick knacks, sewing notions, bake ware etc..  The first thing that caught my eye when I walked in was, of course, 3 skeins of cream colored wool yarn for baby stuff.  At $.50 a skein, I didn't feel too much guilt for that purchase.  My husband found two readers he learned to read from as a child....had to get those; he turned out pretty good so the books he used as a kid will be just right for our kids!  My real finds were a Madelaine pan and the aprons.  There were numerous old aprons of various styles and fabrics.  I chose three and instantly doubled my apron collection---it's getting pretty sizable now!  The prices were very reasonable, the wares worth looking at and the lady left us alone to browse on our own....I love it when shop owners do that.  All and all, I'd say I have a new place to haunt.  But next time I might leave Sam at home.

Apron find #3
Next flip of the coin took us to a larger town.  We continued on through, turned a few more times and ended up on roads that obviously led for home.  By now it was lunch so we followed the cues and headed home.  What I love about a trip like this is it took me out of my 'must prepare for every possible scenario' mentality.  It's just not possible to prepare for everything.  It's the unexpected turns in life that make it way more interesting.  Thank God I have a husband who understands this.  I have a feeling (since the theme of our 'coin' trip was his idea) that life will rarely be boring and who knows...perhaps before long I will be embracing the unexpected rather than bracing against it.