Dear Lady,
This campus is pretty amazing. Another cool day, so i hiked out past Beebe lake this time and found a beautiful rhododendron garden that circles a hill. It's gorgeous, but tomorrow it may look even better (present company always seems to enhance or detract from the beauty of a scene and I have high hopes for tomorrow's company).
i've sent out Facebook letters requesting opinions from my friends about education reforms. i wanted to hear some other opinions and maybe get some new ideas. i really feel an obligation to our boys to provide them something better than a standard education, but i also feel strongly that simple home schooling is not the ideal (though i think it is much better than public schooling). i'm also trying to find information on the tessera program i attended and other programs like it. Perhaps we'll reform education together—at the very least we'll reform it for our boys.
I love your entirety.
.a boy
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Dear Lady,
Well I missed you again. I guess soon enough we will get you your own phone and then I might always get you on lunch.
I don't know where you are but I hope you are having fun. I was going to sit in a quiet place for lunch but it was such nice weather, such a nice breeze, that i just had to go hiking. So here i am at the end of Beebe lake.
Lots of people are out running. i guess today is a pretty good day for running. You know what else today is a good day for—adventure. Though for some adventure might be tacking wire up in a barn, or painting, or putting up drywall. i guess for me adventure is all those things i do with you.
Just think what adventure comes of ordinary things. A late night construction session on the barn also means a gorgeous field alive with fireflies. It means holding your hand and listening to coyotes outside. i was also wondering if Thursday after your eye appointment, if adventure might mean coming back to Cornell to hike around campus. i guarantee you have never seen such a beautiful campus. Waterfalls. Lakes. Streams. Parks. Quiet secret gardens. Will you come too?
I love your entirety.
.a boy
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Well I missed you again. I guess soon enough we will get you your own phone and then I might always get you on lunch.
I don't know where you are but I hope you are having fun. I was going to sit in a quiet place for lunch but it was such nice weather, such a nice breeze, that i just had to go hiking. So here i am at the end of Beebe lake.
Lots of people are out running. i guess today is a pretty good day for running. You know what else today is a good day for—adventure. Though for some adventure might be tacking wire up in a barn, or painting, or putting up drywall. i guess for me adventure is all those things i do with you.
Just think what adventure comes of ordinary things. A late night construction session on the barn also means a gorgeous field alive with fireflies. It means holding your hand and listening to coyotes outside. i was also wondering if Thursday after your eye appointment, if adventure might mean coming back to Cornell to hike around campus. i guarantee you have never seen such a beautiful campus. Waterfalls. Lakes. Streams. Parks. Quiet secret gardens. Will you come too?
I love your entirety.
.a boy
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Monday, June 28, 2010
Dear Boy,
A stroke of serendipity had us hiking today. It was beautiful. We were in the woods and even saw a (much larger than last night's) snake.
We set off to romp around a playground, first by bike (it was wet), then by my mom's car (she encouraged me to get all four kids out of the house).
It turns out that they have wasted no time in tearing down the T-burg school playground in preparation for the new structure. It's completely demolished and discarded neatly in a few large dumpsters. So we continued to Not My Dad's, played in their stones, consumed ice cream, got soaking wet in their drinking fountain (Gerret) and then were on our way to Taughannock's playground. It was rainy and still before noon, so I wasn't expecting them to be charging for entry at that time. I was wrong. And I was unwilling to fork over eight bucks. I was afraid that if I went over to buy a 2010 park pass, they'd insist on me sticking it to my mom's car. I decided it would be a better idea to park at the overlook and walk down. And that's what we did. I carried Gerret, Nolan, Elise, and Olivia walked. The trail was much longer than I remember it being and by the time we made it to the playground, we were all so exhausted that all anyone felt like doing was sitting on the beach. The lake was so pretty today and it was cool but not too cool. We threw in stones and found shells and I thought about the impending hike back up (literally UP) to the car. In the end (after playing a bit on the playground, using the restroom, and eating lunch by the lake), I left Olivia and Elise with the boys and ran back to the car by myself. Well, I ran a majority of it, but at some points I had to slow my pace to a brisk walk because my heart felt like it was ready to explode. Despite the hurry, my hike in solitude was so refreshing, kind of like my bike ride last week. Thanks for that. I loved it.
Maybe we could attend a concert in the park this summer. They're on every Saturday evening starting July 10th. It's $5 a car (I think that's suggested, maybe if we had a pass we could get in free).
Maybe not. It seems that there are so many things that we would like to enjoy this summer, but every spare moment is already spoken for. I think when it's time to go to Florida, we'll be ready to collapse.
I love you. You are refreshing, more than even time spent in solitude or in nature or both. I am okay with all of my spare time being spent on the barn if it means spending it with you. You are my favorite vacation. You even beat the ocean. Thanks for being mine. I hope you will be mine forever.
From,
This Lady
Dear lady,
I came out to go hiking but in a collar and tie and 80° weather with 90% humidity not a great idea as it turns out. So I am waiting beside beebe lake hoping that you get home and can may be call me before lunch ends, but if not I wanted to write you a letter.
You are everything to me and I hope you know that. Last nights walk was brilliant. It just felt so alive out there in the dark and rain and humidity and fireflies. I hope that even when we are old, we will go for walks like that. I hope that when we are old we can still walk like that.
Some times the barn seems so far from done but when I really think about it, you know it's closer than I think. It really is almost done. I think the upstairs could be done by weeks end—the new window aside. I sure have enjoyed working on it with you. When it's done we'll just get to enjoy it for the winter, and our yard, and land, and privacy. Isn't that neat? I can't wait. Things have been hard at times, and still, like this new home and land, things have been just in our favor.
Thanks for your love.
Thanks for your support.
Thanks for your patience.
I hope you are smiling today.
I sure love your entirety.
.a boy
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I came out to go hiking but in a collar and tie and 80° weather with 90% humidity not a great idea as it turns out. So I am waiting beside beebe lake hoping that you get home and can may be call me before lunch ends, but if not I wanted to write you a letter.
You are everything to me and I hope you know that. Last nights walk was brilliant. It just felt so alive out there in the dark and rain and humidity and fireflies. I hope that even when we are old, we will go for walks like that. I hope that when we are old we can still walk like that.
Some times the barn seems so far from done but when I really think about it, you know it's closer than I think. It really is almost done. I think the upstairs could be done by weeks end—the new window aside. I sure have enjoyed working on it with you. When it's done we'll just get to enjoy it for the winter, and our yard, and land, and privacy. Isn't that neat? I can't wait. Things have been hard at times, and still, like this new home and land, things have been just in our favor.
Thanks for your love.
Thanks for your support.
Thanks for your patience.
I hope you are smiling today.
I sure love your entirety.
.a boy
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Friday, June 25, 2010
Dear Boy,
Stress is my biggest foe in the campaign for greatness. I seem to have a knack for becoming overwhelmed. Perhaps it's because I don't seem to have a knack for organization. My head is a pool of worries --about anything and everything. I don't know how to put them in order to solve them, so they just keep swimming. Thankfully, we work together, Patrick the Boy and The Big L. I can try to encourage you when you feel frustrated. You are organized where I am not.
Speaking of overwhelming and completely stressful.... The Barn. Ahhh, the barn. I think it would be fine if it was something that didn't cost money and was something only you and I talked about. Unfortunately, it is a real drain on money and more than just our concern.
I spent a bit of time today shoveling and raking gravel for the shed on the West. Gerret played with a dump truck on the edge of the gravel. Nolan helped me rake. Cinder slept in the tall grass. We all missed you.
I always miss you,
Your Lady
Dear lady,
Frustration is an epic thief of greatness. And I decided that regardless my frustration with myself currently, I will not be robbed of greatness. Greatness is in me. And if I am a teller at work, then I will be a great teller at work. The greatest ever.
This is just a meantime goal. We will be great. I'm just not sure how to get there yet. I'm sure of how to be great. Less sure of how to get the opportunity to be great.
We'll revolutionize things because we always ask questions. We'll innovate things because we know how to have fun. And we'll enjoy all things because we'll do so many of them together.
A woman came in today with a passport so used it had no room for even one more visa. This was to be her last trip with that passport. I think I'd like to live like that, with my passport filling up before it expires.
—oh look, a little bunny not even the size of a softball—
When I was young I loved Indiana Jones, and particularly the Young Indiana Jones Chronicles. In them his father travelled the world and took the family with him. I don't think I'd like to always be traveling, but I would love the adventure of experiencing new cultures often. Do you think you could help me get there?
I love your entirety.
.a boy
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Frustration is an epic thief of greatness. And I decided that regardless my frustration with myself currently, I will not be robbed of greatness. Greatness is in me. And if I am a teller at work, then I will be a great teller at work. The greatest ever.
This is just a meantime goal. We will be great. I'm just not sure how to get there yet. I'm sure of how to be great. Less sure of how to get the opportunity to be great.
We'll revolutionize things because we always ask questions. We'll innovate things because we know how to have fun. And we'll enjoy all things because we'll do so many of them together.
A woman came in today with a passport so used it had no room for even one more visa. This was to be her last trip with that passport. I think I'd like to live like that, with my passport filling up before it expires.
—oh look, a little bunny not even the size of a softball—
When I was young I loved Indiana Jones, and particularly the Young Indiana Jones Chronicles. In them his father travelled the world and took the family with him. I don't think I'd like to always be traveling, but I would love the adventure of experiencing new cultures often. Do you think you could help me get there?
I love your entirety.
.a boy
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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Dear Lady,
Sorry that I'm a pretty wishy-washy person. I get frustrated at how incapable I often feel at guiding my own life. When I have a job I can handle it amazingly—revolutionizing it. At home I have ideas on what I should be doing and improving (though sometimes with only marginal improvements). Yet when left to my own devices to pursue my own projects, I can't tread water.
I'm not sure what it is, but it sure is frustrating. I love working with you and spending time with you and the boys. I enjoy helping anyone out anywhere, but I feel I'm built for so much more than that. I could contribute such great things to this world, but I don't know how.
In other news France is officially out of the World Cup.
I love your entirety.
.a boy
Sorry that I'm a pretty wishy-washy person. I get frustrated at how incapable I often feel at guiding my own life. When I have a job I can handle it amazingly—revolutionizing it. At home I have ideas on what I should be doing and improving (though sometimes with only marginal improvements). Yet when left to my own devices to pursue my own projects, I can't tread water.
I'm not sure what it is, but it sure is frustrating. I love working with you and spending time with you and the boys. I enjoy helping anyone out anywhere, but I feel I'm built for so much more than that. I could contribute such great things to this world, but I don't know how.
In other news France is officially out of the World Cup.
I love your entirety.
.a boy
Friday, June 18, 2010
Dear Boy,
I picked strawberries and sugar snap peas at the CSA today.
Last year they built a beautiful barn. You should see it. It is crafted so well. It looks wood and good and smells wood and good.
Inside the barn was Evangeline (look how she lights up the sky... I sang it in my head) and her husband Paul. They own the barn and the house and the fields and they run the CSA. They were working for this afternoon's produce pick-up. Moving pallets, crates, bins, baskets, cutting stems, roots, blossoms, rinsing, scrubbing, tumbling, stacking, unstacking. They were working with their hands and working hard. And they were doing it together. It was evident that they'd been working all morning long and were expecting to work well into the afternoon. Sometimes they were laughing and their 6-year-old girl was running in and out of the barn, barefoot. They had friends helping and people coming in and out to get this or that or say, "hi" or "bye" on their way to pick in the fields.
I was... a little bit envious. I'm sure there are trials that come with farming. I'm sure there are very difficult worries and stresses. But Evangeline and Paul love what they do, they work hard, and they work together. I could go for something like that with you.
And that's what I thought about at the CSA today. That and........ it is so beautiful here. I thought that while I stood in the middle of a green field ripe with food. I thought it on my bike ride out there (Gerret fell asleep, Nolan rode in the car with my mom... so I was free to soak in the scene). There is beauty anywhere you go, but I think there could possibly be a little more here than many places. I like it. A lot.
Mostly, I like you. A lot.
-Lady
Last year they built a beautiful barn. You should see it. It is crafted so well. It looks wood and good and smells wood and good.
Inside the barn was Evangeline (look how she lights up the sky... I sang it in my head) and her husband Paul. They own the barn and the house and the fields and they run the CSA. They were working for this afternoon's produce pick-up. Moving pallets, crates, bins, baskets, cutting stems, roots, blossoms, rinsing, scrubbing, tumbling, stacking, unstacking. They were working with their hands and working hard. And they were doing it together. It was evident that they'd been working all morning long and were expecting to work well into the afternoon. Sometimes they were laughing and their 6-year-old girl was running in and out of the barn, barefoot. They had friends helping and people coming in and out to get this or that or say, "hi" or "bye" on their way to pick in the fields.
I was... a little bit envious. I'm sure there are trials that come with farming. I'm sure there are very difficult worries and stresses. But Evangeline and Paul love what they do, they work hard, and they work together. I could go for something like that with you.
And that's what I thought about at the CSA today. That and........ it is so beautiful here. I thought that while I stood in the middle of a green field ripe with food. I thought it on my bike ride out there (Gerret fell asleep, Nolan rode in the car with my mom... so I was free to soak in the scene). There is beauty anywhere you go, but I think there could possibly be a little more here than many places. I like it. A lot.
Mostly, I like you. A lot.
-Lady
Dear lady,
I love warm weather. I'm sitting outside next to a little stream and waterfall just across the street a little from work. It's really a pretty place, and te tumbling of the water drowns out the traffic and commotion of campus (though now I've got the headphones in and AFI playing). It's such An amazing campus up here.
I'm really surprised no one else is out here.
We keep ourselves too busy in general. "Too Busy" isn't really a reference to how much we're doing, but I think it's rather a reference to what we're doing. There are plenty of people not "too busy" and we lovingly refer to them as couch potatoes. Then there are busy-bodies who fill their time doing all sorts of things ineffectively. I think the best is to find oneself with something to do at all times, but amongst all of that everything schedule time to lay down and enjoy a field of soft green grass.
I think the ability to enjoy a good lay in the grass is a better measure of mental and physical health than most anything else.
In any case—
Like I said last night, my ideal is to find myself working hard at things you're passionate about also. Camping. Hiking. Landscaping. Partying (?). Family history. Bicycling.
In life we will always find time to do our own things, so I think that where effort is required, we might just as best give our efforts to working together.
We're dynamic enough to do it.
With love,
.a boy
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I love warm weather. I'm sitting outside next to a little stream and waterfall just across the street a little from work. It's really a pretty place, and te tumbling of the water drowns out the traffic and commotion of campus (though now I've got the headphones in and AFI playing). It's such An amazing campus up here.
I'm really surprised no one else is out here.
We keep ourselves too busy in general. "Too Busy" isn't really a reference to how much we're doing, but I think it's rather a reference to what we're doing. There are plenty of people not "too busy" and we lovingly refer to them as couch potatoes. Then there are busy-bodies who fill their time doing all sorts of things ineffectively. I think the best is to find oneself with something to do at all times, but amongst all of that everything schedule time to lay down and enjoy a field of soft green grass.
I think the ability to enjoy a good lay in the grass is a better measure of mental and physical health than most anything else.
In any case—
Like I said last night, my ideal is to find myself working hard at things you're passionate about also. Camping. Hiking. Landscaping. Partying (?). Family history. Bicycling.
In life we will always find time to do our own things, so I think that where effort is required, we might just as best give our efforts to working together.
We're dynamic enough to do it.
With love,
.a boy
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
To the Brown Eyed Boy I Like to Go Hiking with,
Today I feel all better! I haven't tried any food too tough for my body to handle, but I'm eating normal food just fine and I have lots more energy.
Health is never something to be taken for granted.
We definitely will be more healthy when we live in our own house. The wonderful thing about not having a basement is less mold. (That's me looking on the bright side of not having a basement.) Another healthy thing about living in our very own place will be less stress. And more space. And more windows. All of these, plus having the final decision about the type of food we house, will aide us in our quest for health. I, too, hope to work hard when I am old. When I was sixteen I stated the goal as "I want to be able to run 2 miles when I am an old lady". Now, I'm not sure if my old knees will be able to handle that... but I still have similar feelings about my old age. I don't plan on being done living until I am really done living. The key to working like a sicilian when you're 90 is, of course, working like one until you're 90. That means hard physical labor for 90 years.
I don't think I'm there yet.
Entertainers, huh? That is something I am willing to work on with you. It will take lots of work on my part. Right now, I get overly stressed when we have people over, it tends to be overly expensive to feed lots of people, and I am still awkward and timid in social settings. But... I am willing to overcome those obstacles. I want to have friends. I want my children to love people and to enjoy the company of other people. I think entertaining is a good way to teach our children manners and how to put other people first. I just think it could be great fun. I hope that when everyone is leaving, we will also be thinking Oh boy! Can't wait for the next one! (Just like that, because I don't know about you, but the phrase Oh boy runs through my head on a regular basis).
Most likely, I am reguallarly thinking Oh boy, please stay forever. Just like that.
-Lady
Health is never something to be taken for granted.
We definitely will be more healthy when we live in our own house. The wonderful thing about not having a basement is less mold. (That's me looking on the bright side of not having a basement.) Another healthy thing about living in our very own place will be less stress. And more space. And more windows. All of these, plus having the final decision about the type of food we house, will aide us in our quest for health. I, too, hope to work hard when I am old. When I was sixteen I stated the goal as "I want to be able to run 2 miles when I am an old lady". Now, I'm not sure if my old knees will be able to handle that... but I still have similar feelings about my old age. I don't plan on being done living until I am really done living. The key to working like a sicilian when you're 90 is, of course, working like one until you're 90. That means hard physical labor for 90 years.
I don't think I'm there yet.
Entertainers, huh? That is something I am willing to work on with you. It will take lots of work on my part. Right now, I get overly stressed when we have people over, it tends to be overly expensive to feed lots of people, and I am still awkward and timid in social settings. But... I am willing to overcome those obstacles. I want to have friends. I want my children to love people and to enjoy the company of other people. I think entertaining is a good way to teach our children manners and how to put other people first. I just think it could be great fun. I hope that when everyone is leaving, we will also be thinking Oh boy! Can't wait for the next one! (Just like that, because I don't know about you, but the phrase Oh boy runs through my head on a regular basis).
Most likely, I am reguallarly thinking Oh boy, please stay forever. Just like that.
-Lady
Dear Lady,
As always, Lindsay, no thanks are necessary. If you'll simply stay by my side and allow me to be there for you, I will; and that will be thanks enough.
It's been a rough week huh? That sickness has just been hanging with you by a thread and comes back in force with the slightest provocation. I'm so sorry. It's good to know you got a night of restful sleep and are feeling better today. It will be nice to have our own home without junk food in it. That'll be a good time to make a break with unhealthy foods entirely I think. It migh cost a little more to get the natural peanut butter, or fruit instead of snacks, but I think it will be worth it don't you? I think the greater health and fewer sick days will pay us back all of the extra that we spend. I've considered this for a while now, and I think our own home will be the final helpful push we need to accomplish it. After all, I'd like to be one of those sicilian's who can still work hard at 90 (even though I'm not Sicilian).
Maybe we can take a break from all of our home-work to get another hike notched in our belts. It'll be a nice day and we can pick out a shady path through the National Forest. And I'll get to work setting up our list of world travels and accomplishmets along the sidebar. I think that's a good idea. We always need constant reminders to be reaching for the next big thing. I read somewhere that in Rugby there is no gloating over goals or great plays (a practice far too common in American sports), but that rather everyone is focused on what they're going to do next. I think that's a good lesson.
Lastly, I really love you. I enjoy our new house so much because it is somethig for us to work on together. I also had a new idea for something to work on together, and that is I would like for us to be known as great entertainers. I'm not really sure why, but I just feel like I would love for us to be known as a great time. To invite people over informally, but also more formally. To be known for throwing great dinners or parties. To have the awesome dishes like we talked about. Or to make sweet dishes. To have you make great invitation cards for everyone. To have everyone leaving thinking "boy I can't wait for the next one of those."
To steal a line from you, "What say ye?"
.an ambitious boy
As always, Lindsay, no thanks are necessary. If you'll simply stay by my side and allow me to be there for you, I will; and that will be thanks enough.
It's been a rough week huh? That sickness has just been hanging with you by a thread and comes back in force with the slightest provocation. I'm so sorry. It's good to know you got a night of restful sleep and are feeling better today. It will be nice to have our own home without junk food in it. That'll be a good time to make a break with unhealthy foods entirely I think. It migh cost a little more to get the natural peanut butter, or fruit instead of snacks, but I think it will be worth it don't you? I think the greater health and fewer sick days will pay us back all of the extra that we spend. I've considered this for a while now, and I think our own home will be the final helpful push we need to accomplish it. After all, I'd like to be one of those sicilian's who can still work hard at 90 (even though I'm not Sicilian).
Maybe we can take a break from all of our home-work to get another hike notched in our belts. It'll be a nice day and we can pick out a shady path through the National Forest. And I'll get to work setting up our list of world travels and accomplishmets along the sidebar. I think that's a good idea. We always need constant reminders to be reaching for the next big thing. I read somewhere that in Rugby there is no gloating over goals or great plays (a practice far too common in American sports), but that rather everyone is focused on what they're going to do next. I think that's a good lesson.
Lastly, I really love you. I enjoy our new house so much because it is somethig for us to work on together. I also had a new idea for something to work on together, and that is I would like for us to be known as great entertainers. I'm not really sure why, but I just feel like I would love for us to be known as a great time. To invite people over informally, but also more formally. To be known for throwing great dinners or parties. To have the awesome dishes like we talked about. Or to make sweet dishes. To have you make great invitation cards for everyone. To have everyone leaving thinking "boy I can't wait for the next one of those."
To steal a line from you, "What say ye?"
.an ambitious boy
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Dear Boy,
Thank you for all you do. Always. Most especially this week --
Thank you staying next to me when I feel lousy. Thank you for taking care of everything around the house (even more than you usually do). Thank you for keeping our sons happy and well. Thank you for keeping me warm. Thank you for keeping your sense of humor when I simultaneously kill the car battery and barf. Thank you for rubbing my back and helping me walk. Thank you for filling up the tub numerous times and making sure I don't drown when I fall asleep in it. Thank you for sticking around when I vomit and thank you especially for disposing of it afterward. Thank you for getting me drinks and ever asking what you can do for me even if there never is much.
As can be expected --coming back from the trenches of illnes-- I feel anxious to live again and maybe even more than before. I am grateful to have a body that works, grateful to be in an amazing world, grateful to live under favorable circumstances. I just love life. All I want to do is savor it everyday . I want my children to love to be alive. I want to help other people to love being alive. And so....... I think we should put our lists of things to do on here. That way they'll be readily accessible.
I'll start with a random list of things for us to do...
Let's go to the ocean(!)
and raise chickens,
find Lick Brook Gorge,
do 29 acts of service for your 29th birthday,
go to Sleepy Hallow,
live in a yurt in Alaska,
go to France,
serve a mission,
have a garden,
hike every trail in the Nat'l Forest before October 10th,
and get a dog.
That's just a beginning. Maybe we could add our list to the sidebar. We can have more than one list. We can make lists of things to do this summer, this week, after we "retire", in the next five years, when our kids are grown, in the eternities, when we're millionaires, when we are grandparents, when we have a Shave Ice machine, this year, in the next ten years, when we live in Spokane, when we live in Alaska, when we live in Guam... What say ye?
Love,
Your Lady Who Likes To Do Everything With You
Thank you for all you do. Always. Most especially this week --
Thank you staying next to me when I feel lousy. Thank you for taking care of everything around the house (even more than you usually do). Thank you for keeping our sons happy and well. Thank you for keeping me warm. Thank you for keeping your sense of humor when I simultaneously kill the car battery and barf. Thank you for rubbing my back and helping me walk. Thank you for filling up the tub numerous times and making sure I don't drown when I fall asleep in it. Thank you for sticking around when I vomit and thank you especially for disposing of it afterward. Thank you for getting me drinks and ever asking what you can do for me even if there never is much.
As can be expected --coming back from the trenches of illnes-- I feel anxious to live again and maybe even more than before. I am grateful to have a body that works, grateful to be in an amazing world, grateful to live under favorable circumstances. I just love life. All I want to do is savor it everyday . I want my children to love to be alive. I want to help other people to love being alive. And so....... I think we should put our lists of things to do on here. That way they'll be readily accessible.
I'll start with a random list of things for us to do...
Let's go to the ocean(!)
and raise chickens,
find Lick Brook Gorge,
do 29 acts of service for your 29th birthday,
go to Sleepy Hallow,
live in a yurt in Alaska,
go to France,
serve a mission,
have a garden,
hike every trail in the Nat'l Forest before October 10th,
and get a dog.
That's just a beginning. Maybe we could add our list to the sidebar. We can have more than one list. We can make lists of things to do this summer, this week, after we "retire", in the next five years, when our kids are grown, in the eternities, when we're millionaires, when we are grandparents, when we have a Shave Ice machine, this year, in the next ten years, when we live in Spokane, when we live in Alaska, when we live in Guam... What say ye?
Love,
Your Lady Who Likes To Do Everything With You
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Dear Lady,
It kills me when you're not well. Whether you're sick or sad or otherwise. When I know you're less than good (though preferably I'd like to see super or terrific) I have difficulty thinking of much else.
I know that opposition in life is important to each of us (the old don't help a butterfly out of it's cocoon shtick), but that doesn't make us any less eager to want to shelter those we love from harm. Marlin in Finding Nemo. Joseph Smith with his sick brethren of Zion's Camp.
I'm always relieved to be with you again and to know I'm there to do my best (whether or not that's very good or worth while) to shelter you from the ills of life (literally ills since you're sick today).
I think though that I am the most disturbed by days when you or I are not doing so well because our lives hold such promise. To answer your previous question, I know we are capable of greatness—both collectively and individually. I feel it everyday and am frustrated if I'm not trying to live up to it. We've not got ourselves in the most favorable of conditions, but fortune is slowly turning again for us. The world had better be on guard don't you think? Because so soon as we have our footing again, there'll be no telling what we won't do and where we won't go.
We can and in due time certainly will influence all of humanity.
With regards :)
.a boy
It kills me when you're not well. Whether you're sick or sad or otherwise. When I know you're less than good (though preferably I'd like to see super or terrific) I have difficulty thinking of much else.
I know that opposition in life is important to each of us (the old don't help a butterfly out of it's cocoon shtick), but that doesn't make us any less eager to want to shelter those we love from harm. Marlin in Finding Nemo. Joseph Smith with his sick brethren of Zion's Camp.
I'm always relieved to be with you again and to know I'm there to do my best (whether or not that's very good or worth while) to shelter you from the ills of life (literally ills since you're sick today).
I think though that I am the most disturbed by days when you or I are not doing so well because our lives hold such promise. To answer your previous question, I know we are capable of greatness—both collectively and individually. I feel it everyday and am frustrated if I'm not trying to live up to it. We've not got ourselves in the most favorable of conditions, but fortune is slowly turning again for us. The world had better be on guard don't you think? Because so soon as we have our footing again, there'll be no telling what we won't do and where we won't go.
We can and in due time certainly will influence all of humanity.
With regards :)
.a boy
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Boy,
Maybe because the sky is crying, that's all I've felt like doing either. I really don't know what's wrong with me today. I have a list of things that could be wrong, but they don't deserve much crying.
The house is a huge mess, but it will remain so. I don't feel like cleaning anything because it's too hard. There's too much stuff and so little space. Too many papers and not enough filing cabinet. Too many clothes and not enough drawers (you can say that "drahhs", if you please). Too many kids books and not enough kid book shelves. I feel like throwing everything out, but I could possibly regret that if we ever live in something more than 800 square feet. I feel like buying another vacuum cleaner, but that's not in the budget. Will I ever love to vacuum again? I once enjoyed such a pass-time, now vacuuming means endless frustration. Ahh, well.
I miss my grandpa. It comes in surges. Like storm clouds. Today, perhaps to coincide with the ones outside, the clouds are in and heavy. It feels very much to me like I've lost my own father. He taught me and loved me and was a constant in my life in much the same way the very best of fathers are. It's still going to take a lot of adjustment.
In addition to some other things that have been taxing my emotions (which will not be discussed on a blog... that's what I'm talking about--FAKE), I woke up with a headache which continued until lunchtime when I buckled and took some IB Profen. All in all, I've just felt sad today. And stuck inside. And motionless. With a headache.
No worries, though. The IB Profen worked its magic. We did go outside before the skies let loose to take sand to the barn and check the water tank pump (it was on). We also played with play-doh, made shape cookie dough (shape cookies to come...they are soooo excited about the new sprinkles), had a long "loud" reading time, watched Dora (blech), and had a successful lunch followed by a successful nap-time.
It's raining, but I think the sun will shine again. And I'll be okay.
Yours Truly,
The Big L (Lady)
Maybe because the sky is crying, that's all I've felt like doing either. I really don't know what's wrong with me today. I have a list of things that could be wrong, but they don't deserve much crying.
The house is a huge mess, but it will remain so. I don't feel like cleaning anything because it's too hard. There's too much stuff and so little space. Too many papers and not enough filing cabinet. Too many clothes and not enough drawers (you can say that "drahhs", if you please). Too many kids books and not enough kid book shelves. I feel like throwing everything out, but I could possibly regret that if we ever live in something more than 800 square feet. I feel like buying another vacuum cleaner, but that's not in the budget. Will I ever love to vacuum again? I once enjoyed such a pass-time, now vacuuming means endless frustration. Ahh, well.
I miss my grandpa. It comes in surges. Like storm clouds. Today, perhaps to coincide with the ones outside, the clouds are in and heavy. It feels very much to me like I've lost my own father. He taught me and loved me and was a constant in my life in much the same way the very best of fathers are. It's still going to take a lot of adjustment.
In addition to some other things that have been taxing my emotions (which will not be discussed on a blog... that's what I'm talking about--FAKE), I woke up with a headache which continued until lunchtime when I buckled and took some IB Profen. All in all, I've just felt sad today. And stuck inside. And motionless. With a headache.
No worries, though. The IB Profen worked its magic. We did go outside before the skies let loose to take sand to the barn and check the water tank pump (it was on). We also played with play-doh, made shape cookie dough (shape cookies to come...they are soooo excited about the new sprinkles), had a long "loud" reading time, watched Dora (blech), and had a successful lunch followed by a successful nap-time.
It's raining, but I think the sun will shine again. And I'll be okay.
Yours Truly,
The Big L (Lady)
Dear Lady,
I miss you from the other side of the lake.
It's raining today so I can't go outside to call you. I think I might try it later with my umbrella, but with the rain beating down on the vinyl like a drum it might not be too great. As for the break room, I always think it's awkward when people carry on conversations on their phone in here. You know? Forever hearing just one end of the conversation.
In any case I love you and thought you should know.
Our new home will be so much fun, and it's nice to think about building it to our specs. It's also special in some way to know that when we look at it we'll always know that was us. We are a part of the house in a way most people aren't.
That's exciting.
.a boy
I miss you from the other side of the lake.
It's raining today so I can't go outside to call you. I think I might try it later with my umbrella, but with the rain beating down on the vinyl like a drum it might not be too great. As for the break room, I always think it's awkward when people carry on conversations on their phone in here. You know? Forever hearing just one end of the conversation.
In any case I love you and thought you should know.
Our new home will be so much fun, and it's nice to think about building it to our specs. It's also special in some way to know that when we look at it we'll always know that was us. We are a part of the house in a way most people aren't.
That's exciting.
.a boy
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Dearest Brown-eyed Boy,
Thanks for working all vacation with me. And taking moments here and there to play. I'm sure that I have never felt more exhausted after a week of vacation, but I am so happy for that. Better sentiments accompany activity rather than lethargy. At least for me. I am always itching to do something --especially work --especially with my hands. I even get depressed when I sit still to long. Winters are soooo hard for me.
And so I shoveled horse manure during naptime today. I took time for spiritual feasting. I got the mail. I pondered all the while. It was a much-needed two hours of quiet and working with my hands.
Do you feel like you are made for something great? I mean really great? Extraordinary, even? Knowing what I do, I understand that every child born on this earth is made for something great... but I'm talking about more than that.
I'm itching to do something again, so I'd better go. I think I'll take the shuffle hoe to the vegetable garden.
From Your Lady
P.S. I feel a bit fake writing letters on a blog. How can I overcome this? Or should I even worry about it?
Thanks for working all vacation with me. And taking moments here and there to play. I'm sure that I have never felt more exhausted after a week of vacation, but I am so happy for that. Better sentiments accompany activity rather than lethargy. At least for me. I am always itching to do something --especially work --especially with my hands. I even get depressed when I sit still to long. Winters are soooo hard for me.
And so I shoveled horse manure during naptime today. I took time for spiritual feasting. I got the mail. I pondered all the while. It was a much-needed two hours of quiet and working with my hands.
Do you feel like you are made for something great? I mean really great? Extraordinary, even? Knowing what I do, I understand that every child born on this earth is made for something great... but I'm talking about more than that.
I'm itching to do something again, so I'd better go. I think I'll take the shuffle hoe to the vegetable garden.
From Your Lady
P.S. I feel a bit fake writing letters on a blog. How can I overcome this? Or should I even worry about it?
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