Thursday, March 30, 2023

 MARCH MISCELLANY

Day after tomorrow, it'll be April Fool's Day.

Resurrection Lilies, in progress
The next day will be Palm Sunday.

Another week passes, and it's Easter.

Somehow, March snuck by me and I didn't even notice. But I can't say I'm sorry to see it go--it came in lionish and seems to be going out with the same attitude.

Whatever happened to "In like a lion, out like a lamb"?

I'm not the only person who has picked up on the yo-yo activity of March weather. In fact, the whole winter went bouncing up and down on a string. Maybe this is all localized here in Hoosier land--or maybe, just in my own neighborhood. 

But whatever the causes, I'm trusting the weather to mind its manners after Easter. That was what I learned when I became an adopted Hoosier 60 years ago (makes me faint to write that number). But, yes, that was the prevailing wisdom: Don't expect nice weather until after Easter. 

I'm not so gullible that I believe that 100%. But it does have a nice positive feel to it.

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What else is going on in March?

Friends report their kids are entering the last trimester of high school. Baseball teams are being chosen. School golf teams are gearing up for some tournaments. Nursing students are nearing the end of their studies. 

The view outside my windows includes:

  • green grass (same color it was all winter when the snow melted)
  • green shrubs (never change color)
  • green leaves on the Resurrection Lily bed--that's new. Last year's dried tree leaves covered that patch all winter--the lily leaves are not long but they're thick and very green
  • dog walkers every morning
  • birds que-ing up for seed and suet several times a day
  • deciduous trees still shy--no buds, no leaves, no blooms
As I hinted a few paragraphs ago, we need a change in the weather.

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All kinds of things happened in March, in days gone by. Fr'instance:
  • 1872 - Yellowstone becomes the U.S.'s first national park.
  • 1932 - The Hoover Dam is completed. 
  • 1958 - U.S. launches Explorer I, its first satellite. 
  • 1961 - The U.S. Peace Corps was founded.
If you want to know more, just type in "what happened in March in history?" and your browser will bring up all-sorts. Be prepared--it'll include the good, the bad, and the ugly.

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So today we say goodbye to March. Next week we'll be coming to you from a spot in April--a month that always makes me think of sunshine. 

Blessings,
Thursday's Child

coming soon!


Thursday, March 23, 2023

 LAUGHTER!

[I'm repeating this post because . . . well, because I think a lot of people need to remember that laughter is important to us human folks. If you're in a low place in your life at the moment, see if there isn't something you can laugh about. If it's a really really low place, try for a smile, however weak, or even a light giggle. I'll join you.]

My laughter tank has been running low lately. When I began looking for quotations to illustrate this post, I discovered what I've always known (how's that for logic?)--laughter and pain are considered by many, many people to be two sides of the same coin.




Okay, I can work with that. I don't laugh when things are going badly. Say, for example, my car doesn't start, or the garage door spring won't lift the door when I push the button, or I slip on the front steps and skin my knee (if I'm lucky and don't go into sprain/broken bone country) . . . none of those qualified for the slightest chuckle. Not even in retrospect.

But I do know that when I'm feeling low, when my emotions have managed to delude me into thinking nothing good will ever happen again (rare, but it has happened), then I'm ready for relief. I've been known to watch a TV series that used to send me into gales of laughter, but if I'm in that low-down place, nothing sounds or looks funny.

I love Erma Bombeck for her home-grown humor. She saved my bacon on more than one occasion when I had a houseful of little kids all needing something different, and I just needed a little peace and quiet. She could laugh at herself and her situation--somewhat like mine--and I was eased.

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This past winter I had a long spell of nothing-funny-about-anything. In those periods I can't read, I don't want to write, knitting/sewing/cooking don't interest or distract me. 

To have some voices in the house, I put on a DVD--TV series, movie, whatever; I don't remember just what it was. And within 20 minutes I had laughed out loud twice. Twice!


Those moments of laughter brought me back into the human race.

(Thank you, Mark Twain--for reminding me that I do have "one really effective weapon" in my personal arsenal.)





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Why would we waste any of our days mired in sadness or anger or fear? Well, apparently we can't banish them entirely. Can you imagine day after day after day of laughter? Important to have a balance. Sadness is a natural thing to happen to us--we all lose something or someone. Anger rises when we least expect it. Fear? Oh, yeah, fear is always around waiting to pounce.

So a little laughter each day may save it from being wasted? Hmm. Need to think about that for a while. But I'm 99.44% sure I can live with it.

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Do you have someone you can laugh with? My closest friends are people who smile or giggle or chortle or double over with mirth at the same things that hit me that way. Doesn't have to be trading one-liners. Think about it. 

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As time passes, I'm learning to let go of more and more things that used to get under my skin and keep me in a constant state of irritation. More things strike me as funny. Or nutty. Or absurd.

Smiling comes easier. (Remember the old joke? "Smile! People will wonder what you're up to.") I smile a lot. People at the grocery store and Walmart smile back. Maybe they wonder what I'm up to. Or, maybe, they know.

Have a blessed week . . . filled with laughter, and joy.
Thursday's Child





Thursday, March 16, 2023

4 MORE DAYS!

Counting today--4 more days till the First Day of Spring!!


 Now the question is: Have you made your Spring Resolutions?

[Please don't frown like that--what if your face froze that way?]

Okay, folks, SPRING RESOLUTIONS!

Perfect time to make resolutions--weather changing, outdoor stuff needs doing, right?

If you haven't spent much time in the yard or walking around the house or poking in the garage, now's the time to do that. You can:

  • check the lawn mower
  • inspect the outside of the house for winter damage
  • look over the plants/seeds/bulbs at the nursery
  • shake your piggy bank to be sure you have funds for the bulbs, etc.
No house? No problem.

Wherever you live, you have stuff--and please don't try to tell me you got rid of every bit of extra stuff last year. Stuff accumulates--all on its own--no help from us. (Don't ask me why, I've just observed it happening--to me, my family, my friends, my neighbors.)

So here's what you can do:
  • look through closets for clothing to donate
  • check those linen closets and storage boxes--blankets to donate?
  • take a good gander at the rooms in your living space--anything need painting?
  • furniture needing new covers?
  • floors can/should be replaced?
That's a start.

Clearly, this is an addictive process. The caveat is this: don't rush out to buy everything at once. The assessment and planning phase will get you through the long rainy days Spring delights in. When it's sunny again--and possibly warmer--a nice long walk to see the neighborhood may perk you up. 

And by the time you get back home, the walls/furniture/flooring look just fine. Your energy can go into something else, like painting a picture, taking photos, writing a poem or a letter or an email, calling a friend for a meet at the local tea shop or cafe.

Nothing was wasted--it all helped you Reset.

And once you've Reset, you may find you can go with the flow better--enjoy a time of less stress--relax and do something you really want to do (read a book? get a dog? see a movie at a local theater? take dance lessons? re-learn how to roller skate?)

Spring is the true beginning of the year--new growth occurs, trees and shrubs and perennials waken and get on with their job of beautifying our lives. Try a Spring Resolution or two.

Blessings,
Thursday's Child




Thursday, March 9, 2023

TELL ME A STORY


 Our family has had a history of sharing stories with each other. You know the kind of thing--what happened at school that day--what went on at the office--the news from downtown where I worked--news from Fort Wayne where the kids' dad worked . . . .

These were what journalists and editors love to call "human interest stories," about real people, doing real things--maybe silly things, or scary things, or just being good human beings helping other human beings. 

Recently my daughter mentioned hearing stories on National Public Radio while she was commuting. That triggered a memory for me: My Grandma Jenkins used to look at me (age six, at the time) and say, "Now don't story to me."

We kids all knew what that meant: don't make something up, don't lie, don't even fiddle around with the truth. 

Little wonder I grew up knowing "stories," the kind people wrote and got published in magazines, weren't true. In school I learned they were called "fiction," and what I wrote in my own time wasn't true--it was made up. But what I wrote for the school paper--that had to be true. It was journalism. Reporting what happened.

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But I got to thinking about family stories. We all have them: the escapades of our ancestors as handed down through the generations, told at family gatherings like reunions, weddings, funerals, family visits on vacations. Embellished, maybe. Interesting? Oh, yes.


Remember doing this?

Nowadays--I wonder: Do people still tell their stories? Share the funny and sad and heartwarming and heartrending stories of people we're all related to with the younger generations who'll never know those older folks?

I hope you do that--share all that wealth of family stories.

But in case you don't, here's a suggestion:

  • get yourself a big spiral notebook, the 8 1/2 by 11 inches kind (dollar stores have them)
  • find a pen you like to write with, or a pencil if that's your thing
  • write a page about someone in your family, someone you can introduce to your children or grandchildren; title it with the someone's name
You've just started a memoir!

Here's something else to remember: Don't try to include absolutely everything you know about that person. This isn't a biography--it's one story about someone related to you and your descendants.

After you get going, you may find one page isn't enough to do justice to your ancestor. So--write another page!

As an aside: The celebrated novelist, E. L. Doctorow [who wrote Ragtime and World's Fair, among other works] said in an interview that he wrote 600 words a day--he typed 600 words single-spaced on a single sheet of paper. That was his output for the day. And since his novels are big ones, he kept on until he'd told the whole story.

You don't have to strive for thousands of words. Write a page, or maybe two. Depending on how large your handwriting is, that may be 300-500 words.

If you're finished with that ancestor, write about another one. I'll warn you--once you get into this writing habit, it's addictive. And best of all, it's fun!!

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As a bonus, I'll recommend a book to you. I confess I've not read it, just begun it. It's brand new, just out, called The Queen of Dirt Island, by Irish novelist Donal Ryan. You can find it on Amazon among other places.

Here's why I recommend it: Each chapter is 500 words long. Yup, that's 500 words. The title of each chapter is one word only. And you'll be amazed at how much you can learn about the characters in just 500 words. (That's about 2 pages of print.)

If you look for it on Amazon, you can use the "Look Inside" feature to read the first chapter. (And like the famous potato chips, I bet you won't stop at just one.)

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You don't have to plan to publish your writings, but do share them with family members, if you're able. Good luck! And happy writing!!

Blessings,
Thursday's Child




Thursday, March 2, 2023

 MARCH

 [Just had to repost this one--there's something about bright yellow daffodils that shouts "Spring!" And about now, with weather on a yo-yo string, I'm ready for some everyday-daffodilly time. Helps me believe we're really, really going to have Spring.]

Love Call Daffodils

Daffodils like 'Love Call', sometimes called jonquils or narcissus, are the birth flowers for March. Because they often bloom in early spring, they symbolize new birth, beginnings, happiness and joy. --HGTV website


I also read somewhere that daffodils symbolize hope. So take your pick: new birth--beginnings--happiness--joy--hope.

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You probably noticed that the calendar page changed. And in just a little over two weeks, we'll say "It's spring!" 

Most people I've talked to are hoping the lamb-like opening of the month isn't going to slide down into a lionized ending. But it isn't purely lamb-like--sunny, yes, and some warm days. But there's an occasional biting wind lurking around. Our winter coats and scarves and gloves are still hanging around ready to slip on before we head outside.

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Recently I wrote a note to a friend, apologizing for my tardy thanks for her gift. I wasn't sure if I was slowing down or if Time was really and truly speeding up. 

It occurs to me now that this is exactly what my grandparents must have felt. They were married in 1898, had 10 children in the next 24 years, and thus an abundance of grandchildren. We all grew up in "modern" times--jazz, bobbed hair, bathtub gin for the older cousins. Women working in factories during WW II, more jazz, then rock 'n' roll, faster cars for the later group.


As I grew older, I felt my feet dragging when the times started speeding up on me--manners and morals seemed to change overnight; crime came closer to home (no longer just a feature of big city living). When new technology came, I was among those who had to grit their teeth and learn to use computers if they wanted to keep working.

Now that I'm well-advanced in my life, I begin to empathize with my grandparents in their struggle to cope with social change. "Modern times" is a phrase that actually means nothing--every time claims to be modern. New Age is now an outmoded concept. Today's latest-and-greatest is tomorrow's "old school."

What I take away from this line of thinking is this: Why bother trying to keep up? Why not, instead, find what suits us--a preferred way of doing something, a kind of tool or appliance we like to work with, our favorite recipes or quilting patterns or birdhouse designs--and just do those things? Why not, indeed! We can always be creative within the parameters of our faves.

We can still keep up to date with what the world is doing, if we want to, by watching movies and TV series on the hundreds of channels available nowadays. We can visit with our grandchildren and great-grandchildren and find out what they know and like and what's new in their lives. And read--there's always something out there we haven't read yet.

Change is good--it keeps us from growing stale. But change is not good if it's done just to keep up with what the world is doing. Why? Because by the time you change your way of living--especially if you move slowly, like I do--there's yet another brand new way out there waiting for you. 

My experience tells me that what I've done for years, and the ways I've enjoyed doing those things, have become my way of doing them.

It's called being your authentic self. So why not do that!

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Here are some closing thoughts for you:

Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.

–William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
–William Wordsworth, I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud

Of Spring Weather:
Chillier, but daffodillier.
The 1991 Old Farmer’s Almanac


Keep an eye out for daffodils--they'll soon be everywhere!


Blessings,

Thursday's Child


Daffodil fields