Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Creepy Crawlies


I was calmly working at my desk yesterday, when this creature appeared right in front of me.  
The mess on my desk is actually more startling than the spider.


I screamed and leapt up, not because I am scared of spiders, but only because I was startled.  I decided that the spider showed up in order to encourage me to clean up my desk.  But first, I ran to get the camera, so I could share this photo with you, before I buckled down to tidy the desk.  I was so excited that I forgot to use the flash, so the photo is a little blurry.  Then I discovered, glory be, that it was time for lunch. 

After lunch I came back and Spidey was gone.  So was my motivation to clean my desk.

This was the second spider’s life that I spared this past week.  I also found a spider when I was cleaning the bathroom (sorry, no photo).  I left the spider alone in the hopes that s/he will keep the creepy bugs away from me.  Those bugs with a thousand legs and antennae are harmless, but they creep me out far more than spiders.

All these spiders seem appropriate, given the approach of Halloween.  Have you seen anything creepy but harmless lately? 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Doubt 101


It’s a beautiful late September evening, with the day’s warmth giving way to a fall evening’s chill, as I sit in front of the middle school, waiting for Open House to begin.  The sun touches the still-green trees, visible for miles around from where the school sits on top of this hill.  Crickets chirp.  An early parent walks by, talking Russian into his cell phone.  This slice of the world is calm and peaceful.

Now parents begin arriving in earnest.  The vice principal who saved my daughter from potential bullies two years ago arrives.  Happy, chatty moms arrive, gloating over their parking places.  I look like an oddball, sitting here jotting in my notebook.

I have so many thoughts, but no way to express them.  There are too many prayers I need to offer:  so much pain, loneliness, regret at the Old Folks’ Home; so much political bitterness, hopelessness, and fear; so much rage the world over.  And here I am in the face of a beautiful evening, doubting the power of God to intervene.  How can it be that God would be powerful enough to end my Mom and Dad’s suffering, but not compassionate enough to do it?  How can I pray to this God? 

Was God powerful enough to create tonight’s beauty, and to create the capacity in me to appreciate it?  Did God give me loyal friends who spend their compassion on me?  How can I not pray to this God?

It is time to go into the school.  I go to my daughter’s homeroom, which is the science teacher’s classroom.  On the wall he has posted a Mark Twain quote:  “When in doubt, tell the truth.”

And so I will tell the truth.  I doubt, I doubt, I doubt, but I cannot fully turn away from God.  There is too much beauty and love on this earth, and the earth does not belong to me.

The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it,
the world, and those who live in it;
Psalm 24

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Noises


I recently noticed a new rattling sound coming from underneath the car. I suspect the heat shield is loose. If you have to have a car problem, Loose Heat Shield could be a good one to have, because, I’ve found, most repair places will fix it for free.

A few days ago I was in the car with my husband. I said, “Do you hear that noise?” 

“What noise,” he said, turning on the radio.  Yes, it was a statement, not a question indicating curiosity, alarm, or any reaction whatsoever.

“That rattle, when I accelerate. I think it’s the heat shield.”

“No,” he said, cranking up the volume on the radio, “there’s no rattling noise.”  He’s always telling me the things I hear are in my head.  But the last time I heard a weird car noise it turned out we needed the wheel bearings replaced, which I understand is fairly serious if left unfixed.

Yesterday I got home from aerobics, got out of the rattly car, and noticed the sound of a typewriter coming from the next-door neighbor’s yard.  I imagined telling my husband I heard our neighbor, whom I shall call The Widow Douglas, typing in her back yard, and I imagined how he would tell me it was all in my head.  The Widow Douglas is an older personage, but still unlikely to be using a typewriter, especially outside. 
Unlikely to be using a typewriter, inside or outside.


I looked more closely, and spotted this bird, pecking away at a thoroughly dead stalk.  
Do you see it?
Now can you see it?

These are the dead stalks that The Widow Douglas has to look at every time she pulls in her driveway. She is sad enough at the passing of her husband two years ago, and I am inflicting further grief on her with these plants.

           
The bird kept pecking away furiously.  I was immediately filled with gratitude for my food procurement method, which seems tedious, but is much preferable to repeatedly banging my nose against dead cellulose in search of a few bugs who managed to survive this summer’s heat.

Feeling triumphant that
a)  the typewriter noise was NOT all in my head;
b)  the noise was not coming from the chipmunk gated community;
c) the noise was not caused by a vile scary creature like the attack rabbit or gaboon viper I fear lurk in the yard;
I went inside to grab my camera.  I managed to get a few mediocre photos of this amazing example of how nutty evolution and/or God is (depending on your viewpoint) for making creatures that find food in this manner.  Then the bird flew off.
This Attack Rabbit lives in our yard.  The yard also harbors a snake (not pictured).


I decided not to tell my husband about the typewriter noise.  Even with photos, he might not believe me. 

The car’s rattling noise has gone away.  But I think I hear a drip inside the bedroom wall when it rains.
I'm glad I don't have to shop at THIS grocery store.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Big Reveal


My name is Carolyn and this is my 300th post.   I guess that means I’m addicted to yakking about my family.

It’s time to reveal the area of the country where the Common Household is located.  No exact address, or town, of course.  Just the general vicinity - our state and general section of our state.  So truly speaking, this is a medium reveal, not a big reveal.

Most of you either already know or could easily guess, but I’m trying to make it fun.  I’ll give some clues.  I’m hoping readers who already know will chime in with their own clues in the comments.

The first clue:
- The hills are alive… because there’s nowhere else to live.  Flat ground is a rare find around here.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

No Doubt


I had written a confession of my Big Doubt about the nature of God in the face of Parkinson’s, but tonight is the birthday of the world, so I’ll leave that post for another time. Tonight I have No Doubt about the wonderfulness of beets from the farmer’s market, peanut chicken cooked in the slow cooker, songs from the 1950s, and my family.

Happy Birthday, world.

L’Shanah Tova.

Apples 'n' honey, candles, round raisin challah.
And let's not forget the wine, which can sometimes
 be helpful when dealing with doubts.

The bad boy of the Rosh Hashanah neighborhood: gefilte fish.  (shudder)

The humble beet:  it's what's right with the world.