Is hospitality a lost art? I know there are people who like to “have company” like we say here in the South , but what about those times when people show up unannounced? I had some unannounced company at lunch today, and without thinking automatically set another place at the table. It was reflex, we were eating, and it just felt like the “right” thing to do. I thought the person was going to fall out of their chair, so great was their shock. And so they ate and stayed and visited a bit. Then I got to thinking about it, and I felt kind of bad. Is it THAT out of the ordinary these days for people to share their meals with someone? Are we all in that big of a hurry ? Have we eaten so many fast food meals, sitting in giant dining rooms with complete strangers , that we no longer associate eating with family or friends? No more gathering together for reassurance that we are all one unit again, but rather just four more cows at the feed trough buffet line? (MOO! Run ’em through agin boys!) Now , I know there are people that work, and so they are not home at the dinner hour, or whenever. I know it’s a crazy world, and people are pulled in a lot of directions at once. But, I wonder if we are missing out on something? Would the world seem a little friendlier, and a little less hectic, if we sat down with our neighbors and ate a meal every now and then? I’ve noticed it’s pretty hard to maintain a grudge against someone when you are around the same dinner table! So, I’m resolving to make more of our meals the meaning-“full” , family kind.
SUMMER VACATION!!!!!!!! Can you hear my boys screaming where you are 🙂 ? We kicked it off over the weekend by letting them swim in my Mom’s newly cleaned pool. Had a great time visiting and eating home made ice cream. Of course, it was home made in the electric-type machine, but still. My husband once said he thought you had never really grown up until you had to hand crank an ice cream maker! We’ve been looking for a good used one to buy, but they are pretty pricey. I can remember many summer evenings growing up turning that crank. Remember when you thought your arm would surely fall off?!? And you’d JUST be ready to give up , and it would be ready.
Where we live used to be called “The Peach Capital of the World” , and so lots of people still had peach trees then. There’s nothing quite like fresh warm summer peaches on cold homemade vanilla ice cream. Man. I think I just got the droolies. 🙂 Guess, I really can’t think of a better way to start up the summer than family, food, and good clean fun.( Who says you need to spend a ton of money anymore to have a good time? )
So , here’s hoping whatever your summer holds , it’s good times with the people you love best!
Just had a great conversation with a friend. I’ve known her all my life, and we’ve always been able to talk to one another. We were talking and I mentioned that we’d been friends for so long, I can’t remember life when I didn’t know her. We were babies together ( got pics to prove it, lol) and we grew up spending our summers together at each other’s houses. I even call her Granny, my granny, and her uncles and aunts are like my extended family, as well. Even though we live too far to just run and visit one another now, we still make time to chat. She said something to me today that she hasn’t ever really told me before, and it sure meant a lot. She let me know that she appreciated so much me being there for her, no matter what, and that I had been strength to her in her rough times. Now you might say, “Well, so? You’ve been friends for 30+ years you much have known how she felt?!?” But the thing is, we may KNOW. We may understand without saying the words. But it’s so nice to hear it . Even though we have people in our daily lives, spouses, friends, children , those that we interact with on any kind of regular basis, don’t ASSUME they know how you feel. Don’t be too proud , or too busy to say, “I love you.” “Thanks for all you do.” Or even , “I’m so glad you are my friend.” As my friend so wisely put it, “I didn’t want one more day to go by, and have something happen. I didn’t want to tell your family, instead of you, how very much you meant to me.” I’m so glad she didn’t wait.
Well , we got our first set of tests results back for our homeschool ( end of the year) testing. My son did really well! He scored above his grade in math, and reading was okay , too. We haven’t gotten set #2 for the youngest boy yet. I know it sounds silly, and it’s probably just the way the “establishment” would have me to think, but I worry every year! “Did they learn enough?” , “Are we working hard enough?” “Should I add this subject, or that one?” And every year, they prove that they can pass the test, and ARE learning what they need to know. Of course, school is not just addition or American History. When you homeschool, the whole world is where you learn. At the store, helping the elderly. Church and community. It doesn’t mean a whole lot if you can do advanced chem, but have no compassion for your fellow man. I mean, sure, you NEED math, and spelling and all those things. But it’s NOT what really makes the world go ’round. We don’t just need “educated” children. We need children of character. That’s the funny thing about children. They don’t just learn in that set time of books and pencils. They learn every minute of every day. What they see, what they hear, and what they are shown is the TRUE education that they receive. I guess my only real hope would be, that when the time comes to stand on their own as men of honor and respect, they can pass that most important of tests.
Did you ever have one of those days where you just couldn’t help it, you HAD to feel good about yourself? 🙂 Today was one of those days for me! I guess with chronic illness, you have to take the good where you can find it, and today, I cleaned out my refrigerator and wiped it completely down, cleaned my microwave, toaster, stove and countertops. I also mopped the kitchen floor. Yay, me! Of course, I also helped the boys with their school work which is an everyday thing, cooked lunch and supper for the family, re – arranged the pantry, and made my shopping list for tomorrow. Whew. I sure am tired, but proud. It’s been quite a few days since I felt like doing that much activity in a day. All that usually would have been about a week’s worth of work . But , I hung in there. I also carried the boys to church service by myself last night, cause hubster pulled 12 hours yesterday and looked like our bassett hound on a rough day when he got home. 🙂 It sure was nice to see all the fruit of my labors , though. I guess I just wanted to say something positive for a change and let people know that even with a life threatening illness, not EVERY day is a bad day. And sometimes that makes those very rare good days all the much sweeter.
I am loving this weather! The garden is looking pretty good, I must say. Hubs has done an excellent job so far. I so hope to have tomatoes,peppers and onions for salsa. Nothing quite beats homemade salsa on a summer night. Unless, it’s fried squash, or cold homemade pickles. I know with the prices of everything these days, it probably really is cheaper to buy stuff than to grow it, but the taste is NOT the same, I don’t care what people tell you. It’s kind of why we grow our own eggs instead of buying them, even though chicken feed is expensive. You can even SEE the difference in a home farm egg, and a commercially grown egg. The yolks are bigger, more yellow, and more firm. They literally look like sunshine on the plate. If you ever put the two side by side, you’ll see exactly what I mean. Oh, and the richness of the taste of them , it’s out of this world! I just love a bright yellow farm egg omelet with fresh garden tomatoes. Dang. I ‘ve got my mouth watering now, lol. 🙂
We really are blessed to be able to grow our own eggs, chicken meat and veggies. We are thinking about doing all heirloom varieties next year, and seeing how that works. I love being a farm gal, and getting my hands dirty. There is just something about it, it’s almost like a medicine for me. The smells and tastes of country air. We just live a lot slower, here, and take our own time with things. It’s all I’ve ever really wanted , even though I once had someone tell me that I didn’t know anything about the “REAL” world, because I had never lived anywhere but here in the “boonies”. But , you know what, I wouldn’t trade it for all the money in the world. I think I’d shrivel inside if I had to live in the “REAL” world.
I just want to take a few lines to be the proud mama for once. I don’t usually post a lot about my kids because I don’t want them to grow up and be annoyed with me for posting about them, lol. 🙂 But, I do want to brag about my oldest son for a sec. He is 13 and a half , ( oh, that ‘oh so important half!’), and has just grown by leaps and bounds this year. Not physically necessarily, ( he was only about 4 pounds with major complications when he was born) , but emotionally , and in maturity he has expanded a lot.
He’s outside using the weedeater while Daddy is cleaning up brush out of the yard. He also asked if I could help him study for the driver’s permit test he can take when he is 14. He’s been doing his chores without complaint and buckling down to school with no eye rolling or huffing. ( Those of you with teens will know exactly what I mean by “huffing”.)
For those of you who don’t know us, our son was not expected to live when he was born by emergency C-section. He has what they call complete AV block , and has a pacemaker. When the doctors finally came around and told us he would live, they told us not to expect him to ever walk, talk, or be “normal”, whatever that is. So to see him out working is just awesome for us. What can I say? If I think about it long enough, I’ll get that old tear in my eye. He’s a living example of never give up no matter what.
Alrighty. I ‘ve bragged enough for the day! Hope you are having a great day , wherever you are!
You know how people talk about the good old days? Well, I just had kind of an interesting thought. Today’s moments are tomorrow’s good old days.
I ‘ve had one of those days today. I got to go to a car show with my kids and family today. I really enjoyed having my Daddy there with me , too. He’s kind of an old car expert, so it’s fun to hear him tell about the first time he saw a car like that, or “I had one of those in ’65 . I gave $400 dollars for it.” They had a lot of totally awesome vintage vehicles from the ’40s, ’50s , ’60s and even a few dating from the 1930s. All those great American Heavy Metal cars with the swooped hoods and fenders like art. Chrome and whitewall tires. Of course, to complete the retro feel , they were playing all that great golden oldies music from the 1950s “diner” era. It was enough to make me wish I had a poodle skirt and saddle shoes! 🙂 My boys, (11 and 13) had never seen so many different kinds of great cars. Each one seemingly cooler than the next! It was all…..”Ooooh….that’s my favorite! No, wait , THAT’S my favorite!!” I think it will definitely be one of those memories for them. I can hear them telling their children now, “I remember the first time I saw that model car…….it was back in 2012 at the car show, with MY Grandpa…….” It will really be THEIR version of the good old days.
I need the feel of the warm sunshine on my face. The sound of the birds , waking up to find their own breakfasts. The smell of the tomatoes in the garden , after the rain. I visited our biggest city for a doctor’s visit, yesterday. We were early so we toured the grounds, and found the outdoor garden with the waterfall and pond. There were trees and birds. But , in the background, steady, was the sound of a metropolis. The car horns, the people talking, sirens, and over it all the constant , rushing drone of traffic. I felt bad that even that the small bit of nature there was overwhelmed with such a large amount of noise. I understand that there are people who love the hustle and bustle of a big city. The choices of restaurants, shops, and modern conveniences is a huge draw, I’m sure. But to be so far from the earth, with cement and glass all around? I have to say , I find it extremely unsettling. I can’t imagine living my daily life in a place like that. It all seems too sterile somehow. It’s as if there is a surplus of people , but a deficit of humanity. I was grateful to get back to my little house in the “sticks”. To walk barefoot in the grass again.
It’s Mother’s Day!
Hope you are having a great one. My husband gave me some money to buy the new denim skirt I’ve been needing. Plus, I got a pair of desperately needed “nice” sneakers to wear to church. My husband in his great wisdom has discovered it is MUCH better to just give me dinero and say, “Here. Buy something you need/want/like. ” Smart man. 🙂
In honor of mothers today, I would like to broach a subject that is close to my heart. The stay-at-home mom.
I am a stay-at-home , homeschooling mom of two. I know that in this day and hour this might seem to be a radical position to some. I have gotten a lot of criticism from folks who think that it is wrong or strange for me to feel like my place is in the home. This negative feedback mostly comes from “working” mothers. I put that in quotations because to assume that some mothers are “working” while others “stay home” as if it were a vacation is a very wrong assumption. ALL mothers WORK. It is what we DO. Please do not follow up my statement of , “I stay home.” with “You don’t WORK?”. If you followed me around all day while I am “just SITTING at home.” you would see.
I guess this criticism bothers me on a personal level because I make it a habit to NEVER tell mothers with outside jobs I think they are wrong for working instead of staying home. I would never dare to assume I know what is right for them or their family. It IS a free country, thank goodness. Everyone has the right to do what they feel is right for their own children. But, mothers who would raise up their voices in protest if I were to say such a thing and proclaim their rightness, do not seem to hesitate to tell me , “Why do you stay home?”, or “Don’t you get sick of being around your kids , all day, everyday?” , or even more offensive, ” I guess you don’t believe in women’s rights, huh? Are you a barefoot and pregnant kind of person?”
Why is their choice to have an outside job perfectly okay, but I’m in the wrong to want to do differently? Why is it offensive to them that I choose to stay home with my children, and educate them myself? Why is such a horrifying thing to “not mind” being with my boys all day? I guess I just don’t understand. Maybe my choices aren’t the same as yours, but I wouldn’t presume to tell you you’re wrong. We might be very different in our approaches, but our motives are the same…….to raise our children the best way that we know how. Live and let live. Just sayin’.