Wednesday morning musings

We, as humans, tend to be self important

As I’m doing the dishes/ laundry, talking with my daughter, walking my property, and taking care of my animals this morning, I’m thinking to myself about all I do, why I do it, and whether in fact it would matter if I didn’t do it.

The fact is, I do many things as a matter of routine and convenience for myself and my family. No one makes me do the dishes, or grocery shop, or do laundry…but I like to have a kitchen I can cook in, groceries to cook with, and clean clothes to wear…etc.

Some things I do, are acts of love, helping my husband with getting his stuff away, or getting things he likes, things my kids like, or even taking care of the animals I care about and like to spend time with now and again.

I have spent much of my adult life hearing people (friends, family and strangers alike) complain about the mundane things of day to day, whether anyone else helps, and so on. Truth be told – most days I’m not sure I’d let you help if you tried. I Welcome your company while working, but really I like what I’m doing most days.

One of my favorite bible stories (I have many) is the story of Mary and Martha. I used to read it and think how much I wish I got to be a Mary- but truth be told, I’m not sure it’s in my nature to be a Mary…I would feel inclined to fuss over the Lord were he over for dinner…I’d just want him close enough that I could hear his stories too 🙂

I’ll leave you with that story, for those not familiar: “As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But all the preparations that had to be made distracted Martha. She came to him and asked, ‘Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!’ ‘Martha, Martha’, the Lord answered, ‘you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.’” Luke 10:38-42 (NIV)

Mental health moment

Just a side note to all, you may have an issue that you see as the same as someone you know because they are generalised with one name.

Depression isn’t the same for everyone, it is not handled or approached the same by everyone, it is not the same degree, it does not have the same impact on everyone. Someone who is outwardly very, very happy/successful/outgoing can be the loneliest and most depressed around you.

Anxiety is not the same for everyone. There is no textbook answer to handle anxiety. No cure all medicine, no ultimate way to help someone through an anxiety attack. Some may prefer that you be there for them, some may get more anxious by trying to continue a conversation. You may have anxiety and think you know what it looks like…but you only know your version, and you can’t define how others see it.

The best you can do is be understanding when someone tells you they are up against something like this. Take it seriously, don’t dismiss and don’t try to make anyone get past whatever they are going through by telling them it’s not real.

This is all I have to share today, have a good one.

Wanted:rose cuttings

I would like to learn to propagate roses from cuttings and would welcome any cuttings anyone reading may be willing to share

If you care to share, optimal cuttings have at least 4 leaf sets with the leaves removed from all but the top set and are cut just below the bottom leaf set.

Tell me a little about the rose you’re sharing…Color, breed if known? Climber?

I look forward to exploring anything offered.

Berry bushes (blackberry, raspberry, blueberry) also welcome.

Send to: Amanda Thomas 404 Huggins rd Valley Grande, AL 36701

Good morning

Home

My garbage truck runs at 4 am on Monday mornings it rarely bothers me because I’m almost always wide awake and restless by 3 am.

This morning I’m a little more restless as my back is throbbing, I have eaten cold pizza so that I won’t have issues with the pain medication I’m about to take, in the interim, I’ve caught dishes and laundry up, put the chicken and roast that finally defrosted into the refrigerator and filled the Brita pitchers and coffee pots for a fresh day come morning.

I like our home, I’m not settled yet, I’m not used to it yet, and we’re a little slower going than I’d hoped, between his knees aching and my new pain every day, we’re a bit of a mess.

Yesterday he worked his tail off…I feel a little guilty on that as my back was aching and precluded me being much more use than tits on a bull. He set a goal and he set his mind to the task at hand and he accomplished it. He cleared a corner of the garage (more in the house for me to work on 😆) and moved the refrigerators into the newly cleared space (more room for me to work, so it evens out).

I look forward to gardening, to spring and all that it brings with it, to discovering more of my yard, my woods, my neighborhood.

Our internet sucks (satellite), we don’t have enough data on our hotspots to last even half a month; and I’m missing doing my workouts on my oculus. However I’m in a place my dogs can be dogs, my kids seem less stressed, and I myself am less stressed. So trade offs happen I suppose.

Hoping to afford a trampoline, (for exercises, for energy abatement, for star watching) in the near future, but the ones that fit us (we aren’t lightweights) are a bit on the high end.

Ah well, laundry is going, dishes are going and pizza is in enough that I think I could take my pain med and try to go back to sleep. Full week ahead of us and no matter what, things need done:

Have a good day, make the most of it! Be blessed.

Feeling disjointed

Dear Spectrum, Verizon, ATT, T-mobile, and all the other companies that provide connectivity services to those of us across the US.
You want to be the go-to in wireless, as an internet provider, etc. Then understand where you’re failing us as a people, understand that hotspots are what some of us are surviving on, recognize that going that extra half mile for installation for a new customer may cost a little extra, but sometimes going the extra mile is called for.
We live in a disjointed society, divided by different beliefs on several different things; be it political, racial, gender based or otherwise. Now Covid has us more out of touch than ever, our children barely learning in an already strained school system. And you as our internet providers , you can’t even step up and recognize that going the extra mile to ease up on hotspot restrictions, or take a chance and install someone a quarter a mile versus your 200 foot limitations, is sometimes a necessity?
I know this will fall on deaf ears, but it’s just my morning musings.

What is love (baby don’t hurt me…no more )

It is 14:44, I’m lying here listening to my relatively new husband sleep on the phone, no less than 650 miles away. He has work in less than 2 and a half hours, and the new schedule is wearing him out.

Lying here thinking as he’s sleeping, about something he said to me a month or 2 ago, I’d asked him how he knew he loved me, he said something I had never heard before, but when I sit and think about it, it makes me happy, and it gives me hope we can make this last.

His answer was simple, he told me that he felt something with me that he waited to feel with others and hoped to feel with others…but with me it was just there. He has told he’s felt it before, with his first wife.

Being married is surreal, my relationships up until now haven’t given me much hope about love, there have been several elements in them that I try to trust won’t happen in this marriage, sometimes fear of those elements causes me to lose sight of what’s in front of me, and sometimes I panic when we hit a speed bump.

Pay and I met almost 20 years ago, we dated for almost 6 months, and we fell apart. A lot was my doing, but not all. There were fears at the time that kept me from moving forward, and I’m not sure I would have married him then anyway, had life not pulled us apart.

Our reconnection, feels like we didn’t miss a beat, but somehow lost almost 2 decades. He’s hard to get along with at times, but so am I. Either way, I look forward to the rest of my life with him.

Consecrated

The reading is from St. Paul’s Second Letter to Timothy 2:20-26

Timothy, my son, in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and silver but also of wood and earthenware, and some for noble use, some for ignoble. If any one purifies himself from what is ignoble, then he will be a vessel for noble use, consecrated and useful to the master of the house, ready for any good work. So shun youthful passions and aim at righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call upon the Lord from a pure heart. Have nothing to do with stupid, senseless controversies; you know that they breed quarrels. And the Lord’s servant must not be quarrelsome but kindly to every one, an apt teacher, forbearing, correcting his opponents with gentleness. God may perhaps grant that they will repent and come to know the truth, and they may escape from the snare of the devil, after being captured by him to do his will.
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you may question my purpose for sharing this particular reading with you in this particular post, however it is one of my 2 readings for this morning as an Orthodox Christian.

I relate a lot to this post this morning as a dear friend of mine has questioned my moral compass, and though I can see opportunities to also question their moral compass, if I ever did approach, it would not be with the harshness he has approached me with this morning.

I think many when they read this post will see the silver and gold vessels as noble vessels and perhaps the wood and earthenware vessels lend themselves to being the ignoble vessels. However I believe that looks can be deceiving when you consider it, and all vessels, if they are cleaned inside and out, can be noble vessels and all vessels, when allowed to go to waste, or sit in filth, can become ignoble vessels.

I believe at times my friend sees himself as a gold or silver vessel, nontarnishable and always clean. I think he doesn’t even recognize that ones moral compass can be skewed at times, no matter how you see yourself.

I am a wooden vessel, and though I work hard to become clean, wooden vessels always lend themselves to looking at least a little bit dirty.  Even on my best days, I am not without fault…but i remain committed to being or becoming a noble vessel.

I don’t write this to shame my friend, but to help myself push past the shame he has tried to push off on me.

also, I write this to give comfort and uplift any others who also may recognize they are a wooden vessel, and never quite feel as clean as other souls around them.

just my rant for the day,

all the best,

amanda (catherine)