Monday, June 11, 2012


     Judging by recent blog photos only, some may think I'm lady.  But no worries, after this entry I will be a toilet lady.

      Let me begin with how we were toileted. This is a new movement that one-ups the age-old toilet papering prank. Here's how it went:  I was awakened at 1 a.m. by my door bell.  None too happy, I shuffled to the door in fear of a police officer with bad news standing there.  But alas, lucky me!  I was greeted by an old broken toilet sitting on my porch (with thankfully only decaying leaves in the bowl).  What good news...but still none to happy, I had to rest in the fact that around here, people actually only do these kinds of things if they like you.  Odd, if not twisted, I know.

     Later in the day, and completely unrelated (except for the toilet part) I laughed when our little kitten, Eva,  heard a toilet flush next to her.  She skittered sideways and looked up at it in awe, with great wonder on her sweet little face.  I tried to think of it from the perspective of a tiny creature new to the world. I'm sure she conjured up images of amazing things happening in that massive alabaster rock face.  "It's so beautiful, so wondrous!"  Of course she was quite wrong, but so so are my reactions and thought processes to things I can't comprehend. Some things are just beyond me.  Thankfully, not the toilet.

Eva hissed at the wind one day, to which Trevor responded, "the world can be confusing."

I enjoy laughing at these everyday things, but even better, I'm grateful for a God who can help me make sense of some of the confusing...toilets in my life, and trust Him with the rest.

Photo of Eva courtesy of Trevor Lee Photography

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Mouse Poop on the Cake & Breathing

   The tent we borrowed for Dexter's graduation party began to blow away soon after the gathering started. Ten or so people hung on to it, myself in a dress, all of us problem solving together to disassemble the tent before the wind wildly did it for us. It was kind of fun actually, and the tent was unscathed.
     This happened right after a board carrying sawdust and mouse poop fell onto the cake.  It had been hiding under a wrestling banner waiting for just the right moment. I was really rattled by its perfect timing.  Guests were arriving and suddenly there was mouse poop on the cake?!
     Some dear friends helped fix it all, but just in case, I hope you ate from the front of the cake.  OK, so there was a little sawdust stuck to the frosting in the 95 degree heat.  But, like sweet Julia pointed out, "It's no more than what we inhale."
     I was suddenly relieved by her comment.  She was right.  And it got me thinking that there are a lot of messes in life where I just need to clean up what I can and then just breathe.  And not worry about breathing.
     When the party was all over that day, my mom opened up the basement door where we had kept Bruce all day.  He lay there on his back waiting, as if to say, "It's about time, where have you been all day?"
     Oh, we were just breathing.