Monthly Archives: June 2013

Harassed on All Sides

Tonight was the last night of VBS. I walked out to my car tired but happy, and found this:

Where is the love, people?

Pimping My Ride


It’s Vacation Bible School week at our church. I’m helping with snacks, which is a pretty sweet gig – we get to stay in the air conditioned kitchen, for one thing. Anyway, after it was over tonight, I went to the grocery store to pick up a couple of things for tomorrow night. I pulled in to a parking spot, waving enthusiastically to Joyce who was just pulling out. Joyce is a dear woman and grandma of seven who goes to church with us. She waved back, and then paused as she pulled out, and rolled her window down.

“Hi!” I burbled, as I headed toward the store.

“Are you,” she asked, ” … airing something out?”

Huh? I stopped and looked – really looked – at my car.


Yes, that’s a diaper there on the bike rack. And as I snatched it up, the unmistakable smell of ammonia wafted up from my hand. A used diaper. It was there while I drove the 10 miles in to church, it was there while my car sat in the parking lot for 2 1/2 hours, and it was there as I drove to the grocery store. Lovely.

I know exactly who put it there, and I’ll give you one guess. He lives in the same house I do, and is the only other one tall enough to drape a diaper gently over the bike rack in just that position.

I haven’t decided yet how I’m going to make him pay.

Everything in Siam Has Its Own Time

Have you guys seen Anna and the King?


It’s kind of an oldie, from 1999. That’s a year after I graduated from college, and frankly I don’t like to think about how long ago that was. But to put it in perspective, the actor who played the young English boy who traveled to Siam with his mother


went on to portray Draco Malfoy in all of the Harry Potter movies, and is now 26 years old.


Unless that stubble is Photoshopped in, that little kid can grow a beard now. I am getting old.

Anyway, my midlife crisis aside, it’s a really good movie. I love period pieces, and this is set in the 1860s.


Besides being just a really great story, it’s well put together visually. I’m usually more about the dialogue in a movie than the visuals, but this one is so gorgeous that even I noticed.


I brought it up to a colleague today. We’ve both been frustrated with a particular set of problems and the fact that it seems as though they will never be fixed. Like, really frustrated. I-don’t-know-whether-to-scream-or-cry frustrated. This is no good for me, and sometimes the frustration seeps over into other areas of my life, which is no good for anybody.

For whatever reason, this movie came to mind today. Jodie Foster plays a woman who goes to Siam and expects certain things to happen. At certain times, and in certain ways. When they don’t, she grows increasingly frustrated and angry. When she finally blows up at the king’s interpreter, he tells her that everything in Siam has its own time.

In other words: You can’t do anything about it anyway. Settle down.

She does, and eventually she gets what she wanted, and learns to live with (if not love) the way things work. And I thought I should probably follow her example and settle down myself. I can’t do anything about it anyway. You should remind me if I forget:

Everything in Siam has its own time.


Dirty Laundry

As the boys get bigger, my laundry piles get dirtier and dirtier. I always check pants pockets for stray objects that shouldn’t go through the washing machine. Crayons, bolts, dead flowers, things like that. So far, nothing has moved when I’ve stuck my hand in a pocket. <shudder> They do love their creatures. Levi especially.


But lately it’s become clear that this is not enough. I empty pockets, then I turn the pants upside down over the utility sink and shake. Shake shake shake and shake some more. The amount of dirt that falls out of their pockets and hems and crevices is astounding.

I cannot imagine where it all comes from.




It’s a mystery.


Poor Goatie


I have some sad news to share. The boys’ goat died today.

I’m sure you’re asking, much as Levi did when we told him, “What? What happened?” We aren’t really sure. It was very sudden, and there wasn’t any time to do anything for him. Paul talked to a friend of his, who said it sounded like a digestive problem. It’s pretty rare, and there’s not really anything to do about it.

We told the boys right away, and they seem fine. I don’t think Elias really understands. Levi does, and his primary response seems to be intense curiosity. (Why don’t goats die when it’s snowing? Why did Goatie get sick? Was he outside or in his house? What did he look like?)

We had a great time with Goatie. Here’s one of my favorite pictures of the boys with him (and their cousin Greg).



RIP, Goatie. You’ll be missed.