Has anyone seen the white rabbit's hole around here?
This Crazy House by Lynn Venghaus
Monday, October 25, 2010
The Mock Turtle's Song
Has anyone seen the white rabbit's hole around here?
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
My Pancake Theory
#7 My Pancake Theory
A few years ago I experienced an epiphany; I call it the Pancake Theory. If you’ve ever made pancakes, you know that once the batter has gotten to the point where it is bubbling, you can flip it over and continue to cook until it is ready to put on a plate to enjoy with butter & syrup.
It is up to us how we choose to consider them. If you look at a pancake closely, you’ll see that one side of it is smooth and golden and actually rather pretty; the other side not so much. We tend to serve pancakes with the pretty side showing just as we present ourselves to others with the pretty side of us showing. When shopping we are shown the pretty side of the things for sale, the benefits, the perks, the admiration we can expect from our associates, etc. Seldom will a sales person point out the responsibilities, the commitment, the overall cost of ownership, what we often call the downside or the bottom of the pancake.
The interesting thing to me is that so many things, people and events are like pancakes: they have a pretty top and a not-so-pretty underside, BUT you can’t have one without the other! Every left has a right. Every east has a west. Every bad has a good. I suppose if one has a large enough bank balance, one could purchase an item and pay another to care for the downside so that only the good and pretty parts can be enjoyed but there’s a potential downside even to that!
It is my belief that it is up to us to choose whether we will accept the two sides as they are while placing our energy and emphasis on the top, pretty, good, or whatever positive parts we perceive.
For example, in our new craziness, my personal pancake (life) now includes many more people. I love seeing the excitement in their eyes when I offer to cook something I know they’ll enjoy such as the beef and noodles with mashed potatoes I’ll be making for dinner tomorrow. I’m tickled when one of the girls comes to me for a hug or to share something on their heart. I see their smiles when they make an effort to say Please or Thank You knowing I appreciate it. I like very much how they come looking for me when they arrive home from school in the afternoons. The bottom side of the pancake is that I have less quiet time for reading and knitting than I did before and there are so many interruptions!
We now have our multi-talented Tim here to repair and replace things that have been needing attention but we also have his bride who often behaves like a teenager herself. Don’t get me wrong, I love Elisa. We just think differently about many things and I have to work hard at adjusting to the drama, impulsive decisions and volume when I’m around her. It is my strong wish that we can find a middle ground where we are both comfortable. I’m very aware that I’m not used to her level of chatter. I did take a couple of days for myself where I stayed mostly in my room where it was quiet and I could recharge my batteries. I’d been using up my reserves pretty fast and had to give myself a time out to avoid a meltdown.
The craziness continues! Valerie walked to the park with Peter (the cute boy next door) on Saturday afternoon. When it began to rain, they started back. Val slipped on an oily puddle and fell hitting the back of her head pretty hard. That knocked the sense right out of her and when Peter guided her into the house, she had no idea what had happened, what day it was or where she had been. That definitely got our attention! Her eyes were dilated and she was disoriented. However, with Tim’s Army training as a medic, we settled her on the couch with an ice bag where she could be quiet and watched her for anything that would indicate a trip to the hospital might be necessary. She’s had a lingering headache and a stiff neck and back but seems to be recovering with the help of some Tylenol.
I fixed myself a glass of chocolate milk on Sunday evening. When Heidi saw what I had she coyly asked if she could have some too. She seemed to think that simpering and batting her eyes at me would convince me to say yes. I know Heidi abhors anything that resembles work and so to test how badly she wanted a glass of chocolate milk, I said I’d be glad to make one for her if she’d clean my bathroom sink for me. Without hesitation she declined the trade and went on her way to other things. A little while later, I announced to everyone that I’d finally gotten Heidi to do some work for me and she was working really hard. All eyes were on me immediately. Then I explained that I’d hired her as a virtual waitress in my Facebook game called CafĂ© World. We all enjoyed a laugh, including Heidi who readily admits her aversion to work in any form. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who could stretch clumsily folding a basket of her own clean laundry to more than an hour like she often does. She’s just not motivated about anything but being cute and having fun. But then, like the proverbial pancake, that’s the downside of Heidi. The other side of her is good-natured, funny, loving and very loyal to her sisters. I get the impression she’s not afraid of anything (except maybe calloused hands).
One top side of our crazy new arrangement is having lovely young women all around us. The bottom is the amount of water being used for the extra showers and laundry. The girls have never lived anywhere that water was not free and plentiful. Our city charges for water usage by the gallon while the apartments they moved from did not and so as a result, we’re working on a strategy to encourage the girls to reduce the amount of time they spend in the shower each day. I’ve lost track of the number of times our large hot water heater has been emptied since their arrival. These girls do love their long hot showers! Tomorrow Lisa and I are going to conduct a class on how to shave one’s legs using just a single gallon of water. Now that could prove to be hilarious! I’m realizing more every day how fortunate I am for having all male children; they are so much easier to bring up!
I like pancakes. I especially like them when the smooth golden pretty side is on top. But then, doesn’t everyone?
My Tipping Point
To Drive or Not To Drive
Ray and I attended a presentation at church this evening led by a friend who retired a few years ago. He had worked as a geologist for major oil companies and was able to help the group of about 35 of us understand how Big Oil works. We learned the difference between resources and oil reserves, what the cost of a barrel of oil really means and a little of the progress being made using technology and new drilling methods. Mostly though, I was reminded how the choices we make as individuals and families impact more than just ourselves. He said something that really stuck in my head, “We tend to buy our son or daughter a car on their sixteenth birthday because that is what WE wanted at that age.”
As Chelsea’s seventeenth birthday approaches this month, I’m asking “what does a girl her age want?” Perhaps I should focus that a little differently? Maybe the question should be multi-faceted and include “what will make her happy?”, “what does she need to help her along toward adulthood?”, “what gift will give her a sense of how special she is?”, “what can I do that she’ll remember years from now with fondness and perhaps a smile?”, “what can I afford?” She’s not yet interested in driving so anything to do with that isn’t even in the picture at this time. I thought perhaps she’d enjoy going to the mall with her friends as I’ve seen many teens doing that, however, she feels a trip like that would be depressing and the opposite of fun. When I urged her to explain, she shared that when she sees all the clothes, jewelry, accessories, cosmetics, and such she just gets depressed because she’d love to have money in her pocket for buying new things. That problem could be solved by her getting an after-school job and I’m hoping something like that is in her future. But for now, a job isn’t nearly as important as getting her grades up.
I totally get her comment about a trip to the mall being depressing. I’ve felt that way for several years now. I’ve become quite a hermit simply because when I go out anywhere, I’m constantly reminded how bleak our financial situation has been since returning to Oregon in July of 2008. When there is little or no hope of change and the outlook continues to look bleak as it has for so long, I become depressed and very sad. It isn’t that the doors of opportunity are closed, there just aren’t any doors! The dark cloud of depression frequently surrounds me and there’s not a smile within me to be found. People talk about trips they’ve just taken or are planning, places where they’ve recently enjoyed a great meal, remodeling or redecorating rooms in their homes, buying new appliances or vehicles, new gadgets like iPads and Kindles they are excited about, and so on. I try to be happy for them but haven’t the energy required to push down my sorrow while trying to share in their enthusiasm. Month after month we’ve had to focus on additional ways to cut expenses such as giving up magazine and newspaper subscriptions, getting haircuts at the beauty college for $5 rather than going to our usual stylists, resigning from choir because that extra trip each week to rehearsals took more gas than we could buy, and on and on it has gone. When the Yankees played the Mariners in Seattle this summer, I was so depressed because my team was nearby and I knew there was no way I could go to a game this year. Ray’s golf clubs are covered with dust. When Neil Diamond came to Portland, I was gloomy for days and didn’t even get dressed the day of his concert here. So many days are passing with the two of us stuck in this financial disaster of our lives. I miss my family so much and mourn each passing month as a lost opportunity to see those little grandsons growing up. And now that we’ve exhausted every financial resource we had, I fear it will take the rest of our lives to dig out of debt. This despair is an awful thing. The anger I feel most of the time is awful. My therapist told me that the majority of suicides don’t want to die; they just want the pain to stop. Well, I’m way beyond wanting the pain to stop and have seriously considered that option. I’m not going in that direction though because I KNOW the pain it causes those left behind and I refuse to punish my family and friends that way. I’m just hanging on looking for an alternative.
There are surely others around who have similar troubles. Perhaps someone else has been through a period like this and we could use our empathy to guide or teach each other how to survive? I find no comfort in the idea of God walking beside me through this; I don’t want a companion, I want relief! I want this all to be over one way or another. Many are praying for us but if their petitions are making any difference, I can’t see it. In my humanity, I am impatient and perhaps immature as I want to demand my own agenda rather than wait on the Almighty’s timeframe.
Someone asked why I haven’t been getting Disability income. To get into that scene, one has to have medical record numbers, names & contact info for all past doctors and therapists, a list of prescribed drugs and dosages taken and more. Because we’ve moved several times in the last ten years, I’ve lost most of that and cannot remember the names of my doctors and certainly don’t remember any of the specific dates. One benefit of having had a great therapist, I’ve learned to recognize it when I get too close to my own tipping point. Just wish Barbara hadn’t shredded my immense file a couple years ago. Those records would have been a big help getting some financial help.
So today I’m working on a list of my choices. I’m not going to give up but I might take a mental break so my reserves don’t get any lower than they are. Like the earth’s oil supply, I have mental and physical energy reserves and resources. If I'm to be a contributing member of society, I must be a good steward of them and not be wasteful. My flame may be dim and flickering at times, but I will not let it go out!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Mama Bear doesn't hibernate
Monday, October 4, 2010
The Next Chapter is Calling Me
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Soap Opera?
- No guests in the house unless an adult family member is home.
- Before visiting the home of a friend, you must provide that friend's home phone number and street address as well as their first and last name.
- You cannot go inside unless one of their parents are home.
- Young women are not to leave the yard after dark without an escort and a dog does not count as an escort. Our yard does not include the front porch of the house next door where a cute boy lives.
- Girls will be inside the house on school nights by 9:30pm unless with a parent.