Oil Cans and Teapots

PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen

“But they’re ugly!  The only one that comes close to being attractive is the little blue one. Why would you want to collect those junky old things?”

“I like them.”

“Well, don’t even think about bringing them into the house. I just think they’re taking up useful space  out here.”

“It’s my space.”

“Men are weird. Those things are just ugly. And smelly.”

“Have I ever complained about your teapots?”

“Well, no–but they’re pretty!

“Hmmph.”

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Words Change

RDP Wednesday – RECOMMEND

late Middle English (sense 2): from medieval Latin recommendare, from Latin re- (expressing intensive force) + commendare ‘commit to the care of.’

It is always so interesting to me the way words and their meanings change over time.  The original use of this word, recommend,  was to actually intensively force the care of someone or something onto someone else.

It was a common practice, in feudal Europe, for a royal of any stature to send his eldest son to someone else—a close friend, an uncle, or simply a wealthy patron, to be reared and taught all he would need to know in his place in the world. In doing so, the father recommended his son into another’s care. Money usually changed hands, unless the boy was to become King one day, in which case a suitable reward would be made later.

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Today, the word has a much softer meaning. We suggest to our friends that they may enjoy a certain restaurant, theatre, or vacation spot. We recommend our friends to a possible employer  by giving a good character reference.  We use a recipe that turns into a family favorite, and we recommend it to our friends. We enjoy a particular vacation spot, and recommend that our friends go there.

Right now, my watch recommends that I get moving and get ready to go to work.  It’s a recommendation I will follow 🙂

RDP: dRecommend

 

The River

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson 

The water started hundreds of miles away.  A tiny spring bubbled clear water to the surface.  Over time, it became a stream, and gathered water from other streams on its journey. 

At first, there were no  names.  The water just flowed, and eventually became a wide and mighty river.  There was no end of fish and wildlife. The river fed the land, and traveled ever southward to spill into a mighty ocean. 

People came. Great cities grew. Industry, electricity, agriculture: all relied upon the great river that sprang from a tiny spring way up north. 

Itasca. 

I Learned Something Already Today!

RDP Thursday – ORCHESTRATE

early 17th century: via Latin from Greek orkhēstra, from orkheisthai ‘to dance.’

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Well now.  I did not know that.  But it makes sense, doesn’t it?  To dance is to move to an organized set of steps, after all.  Someone who orchestrates something is simply organizing it into useful order.

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I think nearly everyone would recognize that these people are waltzing–orchestrating, if you will.  Everyone does the same steps at the same time.  It’s quite beautiful to watch when a group like this dances in perfect unity.

Waltzing is a lot different than the dancing you might see at a rock concert, where the only common action is to wave one’s arms up above the head. Otherwise, everyone just seems to do whatever the music tells them.

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Now, here’s a bit of musical trivia that may not be news to anyone.  Do you know the difference between a band an an orchestra?

A band has no stringed instruments.  Add  a violin, a cello, a bass, and now you have an orchestra.

Yes, you’re right.  Guitars are stringed instruments.  But now you’re talking about  a newer use of the word band, as it applies to any group of musicians who play together for fun and/or profit. But a classical band is brass and wind, with some percussion.

And there’s your music lesson for the day 🙂

RDP:  Orchestrate

A Fairy Tale

There was a great variety of life under the bridge.

The Three Billy Goats Gruff thought they owned it, but they didn’t. There was a family of trolls who hid during the day, but emerged after dark to chase the goats away and terrorize the neighborhood.

However, they had to watch out for Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and even Baby Bear.  Bears weren’t afraid of anything, and Papa was impressive.

Two people were different.   Rose Red and Rose White tended whatever flowers they could nurture into life, and were kind to everyone.

Too bad the others didn’t follow their example.

A Wonderful Life

RDP Wednesday – BIRTHDAY

Etymology

From Middle English birthdaibirtheday, from Old English ġebyrddæġ (birthday), equivalent to birth +‎ day. Compare Saterland Frisian Gebuursdai (birthday), Dutch geboortedag (birthday), German Geburtstag (birthday).

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Birthdays are great, most of the time.  As poor as we were when I was growing up, my mom and dad always managed some kind of gift.  And a delicious cake 🙂

Because my birthday is on the Fourth of July, everyone was always home.  We went down to the farm in Iowa sometimes.  After we moved to Oregon when I was 10, we did some really cool trips on my birthday.  I remember going to Mt. Hood one year, and it seems we also went to the beach at least once. There were always fireworks at the end of a long, full day, and I remember going to bed so tired that falling asleep was a matter of seconds.

Now it’s a little different.  My kids are scattered hither and yon.  Sometimes they manage their vacations  to get here for my birthday, but it’s rare.  My daughter and her family are the only one who are nearby, so usually the day is spent with them and, occasionally, other family friends.

It’s different in another way, as well, now that I’m on the other end of the life spectrum.  I’m perfectly happy with a quiet day, very little fuss or bother. Looking at 72 this summer, and that’s not nearly as exciting as becoming a teenager at 13, or graduating high school and leaving home before I was 18; getting married at 21, having my first baby at nearly 23.   Big milestones in life, for sure.

For many years, we had each child select their guests for their favorite birthday dinner, which almost always included a triple-layer chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing.  And ice cream.  Always ice cream.

I’m thankful to have lived this long.  I have no particular goal for how much longer I want to live.  That’s up to the Lord, and I look forward to going home to heaven, too, when He  decides it’s time.

It really has been a wonderful life.

RDP:  Birthday

No Reliving the Past

Ragtag Tuesday: Past

Middle English: variant of passed, past participle of pass.

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I have many more years behind me than I have ahead of me.  That’s just fine.  I don’t wish I could go back and live anything over again.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  There are things I’ve said and done that still make me cringe.  If there were a big eraser for life, I’d like to rub those things out of my memory, and maybe out of the memories of people I may have hurt along the way.

Mostly, however, my memories of the past are positive.  I had good, imperfect parents.  All parents are imperfect.  Everyone has them.  Part of growing up is learning to forgive them and let go of hurt, anger, and bitterness.  Of course, if you had the misfortune of dealing with abusive parents, or addicts to whatever substance, or unfaithful parents, then that’s a whole different story.  Let me say here that one though I offer to clients with dysfunctional parents is to realize that it isn’t fair to ask them to give you something they’ve never owned.  Look into their own childhoods, and you will likely see a similar pattern of dysfunction in their own parents’ lives. They couldn’t give you what you needed/wanted because they never got it.

Anyway.  I have good memories of church, Sunday school, Vacation Bible School in the summers.  Good memories of school.  The only thing I disliked in school was gym class.  I gave it my best effort, but I’m just not an athlete.  I always though it was SO unfair  that gym class sometimes kept me off the “A” honor roll.  I was delighted to learn that I didn’t have to take gym any more during my junior and senior years,

I loved going to see relatives;  the long car drives  could become tedious, but the end result made them worthwhile.  I had loving grandparents, aunts and uncles;  we rarely saw them, so there wasn’t a close relationship with cousins.  We enjoyed being together, but  never had the kind of closeness that cousins have when they grow up together.

Dating was fun, but I don’t miss it.  We’re counting down the months to our 50th anniversary in June of 2019.  Now, that’s something to crow about 🙂  Almost 50 years, three sons and a daughter, nine grandchildren (six boys, three girls).

Are all my memories of the childrearing years warm and fuzzy?  No.  I’m like my own parents–imperfect.  In hindsight, I would do some things differently.  But in spite of our errors, they’ve all turned out quite well and besides, they’ve given us nine grandkids.  What’s not to love?

Wife, Mom, schoolteacher, therapist.  Those are the careers I’ve had in my 71 years.  I’m working on the next one, have been for some time.  I have a book percolating away in my head, about half of it transferred to my computer.  Will I ever finish it?

I certainly hope so.

Age has taken its toll on both Terry and me.  We move slower. We forget stuff, like where we were fifteen minutes ago. Pain has become a constant. Our physical bodies have changed.  We don’t have the strength and agility it would require to parent little kids.  That’s why God gives them to us while we’re young–we’ve got the spizzerinktum  in our 20’s that has declined a LOT in our 70’s.

Wouldn’t I like to go back to some point in my past?  No.  I really wouldn’t.  I’m quite happy and content where I am right now, and I hope to still feel that way if the Lord gives me another 20 years, or maybe just one more. The past is gone. The future is not promised.  Enjoy the day, because it’s only today that you can control to some extent.

I do not want to relive the past.

RDP:  Past