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Wife of one. Mother of two. Sister of three. Just trying to get it all figured out before it's too late!

Friday, April 22, 2011

Carpe Diem: A Lesson Learned

A few days ago, one of my FB friends posted a question: "Are you the type to eat a delicious meal slowly, savoring every bite, or do you gobble it up quickly?" My answer was (or rather, the explanation for my answer) way too long to post on FB so I thought I'd post my answer here.

Homemade brand ice cream used to make a flavor called Dark Raspberry Chip. The first time I tasted this ice cream, I stood frozen in wonder and amazement. After a few seconds had passed and I was able to breathe again, I sat down to recover my senses. This ice cream was more delicious than anything I'd ever put in my mouth with the intention of sending it down to my stomach! I entered into a love affair with this ice cream in which it became my reward for every good deed, my consolation prize for every bad day.

It came to pass, after a year or so, that I had trouble finding this flavor. I went from store to store with no luck. I found out, from questioning the person in charge of ordering at Scott's, that Homemade had discontinued this flavor. It was like learning of the death of a dear, dear friend! I took to my bed for several days.... (o.k. that's a slight exaggeration. but I FELT like it!)

Imagine my joy when, a few days later, I found some Dark Raspberry Chip ice cream at Meijer's!! They had two half gallons left. I put them in my cart and pushed myself over to the frozen foods service area where I asked if they had any more in the back. They did! I told them I'd take everything they had. They brought out four plastic wrapped packages containing five half-gallons each. I abandoned the rest of my grocery shopping for the day so I could rush home and put my twenty-two half gallons of ice cream in the freezer.

At that time, we were living in a studio apartment above my parents' garage. We had a stand-up freezer in the garage. I emptied it out to make room for my ice cream and lovingly placed them all inside. Within minutes, my torment began.

I now had twenty-two half gallons of ice cream, which seemed like a lot. But I knew that once it was gone, it would be gone forever! I had to be careful how I allowed myself to enjoy it. I didn't want to gobble it all down and be left with nothing! Over the next few weeks, I thought longingly about that ice cream almost constantly, never allowing myself to have so much as a bowl.

Finally, one day, after over a month of denial, I decided I would allow myself a bowl. I made this decision in the early morning and determined I would have a bowl of ice cream at the end of the day, after I had bathed and put on my pajamas. I spent the whole day in a state of woozy ecstasy as I anticipated the pleasure of the evening.

The day crawled by, dinner was served and then cleaned up, the kids were put to bed, my bath was taken, my pajamas were on, and I went down to the garage to retrieve my ice cream. With my hand on the freezer door, I noticed a puddle of water pooling out from under the freezer. When I opened the door, a purple river littered with chips of black dripped onto my feet. I threw back my head and howled like a wounded animal.

My dad and husband came running to see what was the matter. They found me there in a red rage, almost delirious with grief. What had happened??? My poor dad looked mortified as it dawned on him that he had forgotten to plug the freezer back in after using the outlet a couple of days earlier for a power tool. He apologized profusely. I tried to forgive him. It was hard....

That night I lay in bed and reflected over the last month. All of those times I had denied myself the pleasure of a bowl of ice cream. I should have had them all! I had delayed joy and now I had nothing. NOTHING! And I realized that life presents us with opportunities that we must seize and take advantage of immediately without feeling guilty. Do not delay! Seize the day!

I daily remind myself of this as I live the rest of my life. I'm still the type that likes to save dessert for last or read a good book slowly, but I no longer postpone joy indefinitely.

And, this story has a happy ending because Homemade is making Dark Raspberry Chip ice cream again. I should have known that there would be a public outcry the likes of which had probably never been seen before. It took a couple of years, but it's back on the market!!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

So much to read, so little time!

It has been rainy and dreary here for several days.  Last night,  I slept with the bedroom window open so I could enjoy the shimmering chill in the air as a fierce storm sucked up all the sound for miles around.  A bright flash of light would illuminate the room and then, almost 20 seconds later a clap of thunder would sound in the distance.  It was delicious!

This morning I woke up thinking about books.  So many books to read!  I went around the house and gathered up all the books waiting to be read.  I love having such a wealthy supply of riches waiting for me!  I stacked them all up on the coffee table and took a picture.  Here they are:



That big book on the bottom of the stack is three pounds of words.  Literally!  I weighed it on my little kitchen scale.  Several years ago, I read Follett's Pillars of the Earth.   What an amazing literary work!  It transported me back to the middle ages, where I lived and breathed for days on end as I watched the lives unfold of folks involved with the building of a great cathedral.  I was loathe to turn the last page, knowing I would feel lonely and sad for weeks upon having to leave their world.  Oh!  How I'm looking forward to being transported again to another time and place with his book, Fall of Giants.  I'm saving it for last!  

In the meantime, I've started reading A Beautiful Blue Death; a British mystery set in the 19th century.  It's a fun and exciting read so far!

While I've been sitting here at the dining room table typing, a robin has perched on a branch right outside my window.  He is watching me type and seems to be very interested in my blog!  He was kind enough to let me snap his picture.


I would love to continue writing, but I simply feel I must brew a cuppa and get back to my book while the weather is still cold and dreary! 

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Celebrating the Buddhist New Year

Thursday, I stopped by Mahnin's to visit my friend, Pimpa. While I was there, I found out two things: one, that Saturday (today) is Pimpa's birthday and two, that Saturday (today) is the day many Buddhist countries celebrate the New Year. I was invited by Mahnin to return on Saturday and have some traditional Burmese food eaten only on New Year's Day. My attendance was pretty much guaranteed when she looked at me and said, "You come. You no pay."

I am very adventurous when it comes to traveling and eating. There is almost nowhere I wouldn't like to visit and almost nothing I wouldn't like to try tasting. It sometimes happens (like it did after I tried the traditional offal (pronounced AWFUL by me) soup served on Easter morning in Greece) that I say to myself, "Well.... I'm very glad for the experience I just had. Now, I shall never have to do it again!"

Here is what was served to me this afternoon...


If that looks like a bowl of white rice swimming in water, that's because that's EXACTLY what it is!  And the rice and water are cold!  Let me repeat and clarify: This is a bowl of plain boiled white rice served in a bowl with cold water poured over it.  And to go along with this "festive" dish, I was served a small dish of yellow split peas and some sort of stew made from onions and dried fish (like salt cod,maybe?)


I'm proud to be able to add to my list of experiences eating traditional Burmese food on the Buddhist New Year, and I'm glad I will never have to do it again!

In spite of the fact that it is her birthday, Pimpa looked very sad today.  I hope she knows that she is loved and I hope her day gets better.  Happy Birthday Pimpa!

Pimpa with a customer/friend

Friday, April 15, 2011

From 3:00 a.m. to 5:00 a.m.

It's been almost three weeks since my new sleeping schedule has kicked in. For some reason, I wake up around 3:00 every morning and remain awake until 5:00 or so. I don't know what to do with myself during this time. Sometimes, I get up and wander around; sometimes I get online and surf the web or check my email and the stats on my internet sites; sometimes I search for something to watch on t.v; sometimes I'll read. I've even tried using this awake time to pray, but find my mind wanders just as much during these wakeful hours as it does at other times of the day. It's very hard for me to focus. I think my brain is turning to mush. I'm looking for suggestions on what I can do with these middle-of-the-night wakeful hours.

The book I'm currently reading (Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis) is taking me on an exciting journey and giving rise to many intriguing questions. While I wait for your suggestions on how to spend my sleepless hours, let me share a couple of things I've been pondering during the past few nights:

1.) If God exists, and if He's all powerful, why doesn't He erase the past? I'm unhappy with the idea of anyone having to spend any time at all (let alone all of eternity) suffering in a place like hell. I would think this bothers a loving God even more! Obviously, things didn't work out so great this time around. Why not turn back the hands of time and start all over with a new and better plan? (Albeit, this pondering identifies "God" as the conflicted, loving/vengeful "God" profiled in Christianity.)

2.) If someone is completely delusional, mad as a hatter, but totally happy, wouldn't it be o.k. to just leave them alone and let them live in their delusional world? For example, if someone is dressed in tatters and living in a junkyard, drinking dirty water and eating grass and berries; but believes she is dressed in fine clothes, living in a palace, drinking the best wines and eating exotic delicacies; isn't that alright? As long as she's happy and poses no threat to anyone else, why not let her live and be happy? A random question, I know. But I've been wondering about society's definition of mental health and our fear of anyone who sees things a bit differently or seems a bit strange.

Another thing I've been doing during the night is spending time on the "Playing for Change" website. This is a great site that is working to connect the world through music. Check out this inspirational video of Bob Marley's Redemption Song.




At a lunch I attended yesterday, we spent some time discussing the fact that every known society, past and present that has lived on the earth, has developed two things: music and religion. It seems we humans are intrinsically wired for both. This leads me to believe that both music and the Creator somehow exist at the very core of the universe and we, as humans, have a longing to connect to both.