Twitchy

18 Jul

If you have ever visited our home, it’s hard to believe I am OCD about anything. (Except for me, it would CDO, in proper alphabetical order. The girls claim it’s a wonder I didn’t name them alphabetically.)

However, it drives me nuts when the hymnals and prayer books are not lined up properly in the pew racks. The taller hymnals in the center, and the shorter Book of Common Prayer on either side, nicely snugged together. Viewed from the door of the church, it gives the impression that we take pride in the way things look, and most people in the congregation are really good about making sure their books are in place when they leave. If not, the ushers will tidy up after services, pushing books together and collecting stray bulletins.  One of our former rectors once said that his idea of Hell for me would be to have a rack of books, just beyond my reach – and he’s probably right.

Friday, we went to a memorial service for our youngest daughter’s mother-in-law.

That parish uses two different hymnals, so there were three books in the rack, all just shoved in higgledy-piggelty.  The moment we walked into the sanctuary, The Squire grabbed my elbow, and whispered fiercely, “Don’t touch the books!”

I did straighten out the ones in front of us, but for the most part, I sat there and twitched during the entire service.

It’s a dire fate to have a fetish, let me tell you!

Gopher Wood!

14 Jul
If you follow my blog, you know it’s been raining here, just about non-stop. Last night (earlier this morning, actually) I was vaguely aware that it was raining, but not enough to really get through to me. About 4 AM we were awakened by a tremendous clap of thunder. The Voice of God, as it happened.  Practically lifted us out of bed. Going on the old premise of “I’m awake; I might as well go pee”, I staggered downstairs. The toilet was making gurgling noises, which is generally my job, and the water level was rising a bit with each gurgle. Cute.
I flipped on the light over the backyard, and the water was crossing the patio.
I ran upstairs, woke The Squire and told him we were flooding, found a dress to throw on, and went out to move the cars to the top of the hill. By the time he got downstairs, I was outside, barefoot, had already gotten one vehicle out of harm’s way, and working on the second. He got the trash cans and other “floatables” up on the picnic table, and then we just watched and prayed. Fortunately, this new kitchen door and storm door are much tighter than the old one, so while we had a small trickle in the kitchen, it wasn’t anything like what we had five or six years ago. There was water under the bathroom floor, which will probably smell divine for the next week, but we’ll manage.
Somehow, in the middle of all this, I thought to call and cancel a doctor’s appointment I had for 11:00 today. The Squire is piling scatter rugs against doors, and I’m on the phone! I did call them at 10:30 this morning to see if they had gotten the message I’d left on the machine – they had not – but the receptionist said they would not charge me for missing today and rescheduled for next week.
As quickly as it came up, the water went back down. The Squire went back to bed, but I stayed up a bit to see if we were going to have any more trouble. So far, so good. I stumbled into bed at 5:30 and crawled out at 9:30. Still not fully functional, but I seldom am.
Right after the last bad storm, The Squire called Department of Natural Resources, and two people came out to look over the property. We gave them a video he had made, and some pictures showing how much land we’ve lost, and they said they would be back. The fellow remarked that a stream this small shouldn’t get this bad this fast, but it obviously does – and worse each time. They (a man and a woman) are supposed to come back and walk upstream to see how far it goes and what other branches flow into it. The Squire could never do that and I wouldn’t tackle it alone. He called when the offices opened this morning to report this damage, and ask about sand bags.  Each successive storm is worse than the last.
And it’s supposed to rain again tonight and tomorrow.
We just can’t keep going this way.

More Pictures

13 Jul

ride on toyBoy, this great-grandmother stuff can get out of hand rather quickly.

We had a first birthday party for Sweet Girl yesterday. Her mom had asked specifically for this particular ride-on toy, and while I was checking out at the store, I had to push all the buttons and turn all the knobs. I certainly hope she knows what she got herself into.

Frankly, it reminded me of that wonderful old Peter, Paul and Mary song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XLYefZkOMB0 although anything by PP&M is wonderful.  When did we stop writing music and start writing noise?

So now, our princess can drive herself from her own castle on her own princess mobile, and drive her mother and grandmother to distraction in the process!

I did find the other pictures from the photo session in June.  Two were posted on July 9, and I have added the others as promised.  A wonderful and loving family.

 

Brrr!

11 Jul

For the last few months, we’ve noticed that foods from the fridge didn’t seem as cold as they should be, and milk went south faster than we thought it should. I even moved it from the door to the back of the top shelf, but that didn’t help.

The Squire grabbed a safety thermometer on one of his trips to the store, and we discovered that even at its coldest setting, the refrigerator was just barely making 40 degrees. Not Good News.

We checked Consumer Reports, looked at prices on-line, and all that jazz. We purchased our wall oven at a scratch-and-dent place downtown for $150 – self-cleaning, convection, with a microwave above. It has a scratch across the top I sometimes can’t even find when I want to show my friends. We decided what fridge we wanted, and I “suggested” The Squire go down to Haven Street to see what they have in stock, as it is really hit and miss.  We need a small model, without an icemaker, as the sink is on the opposite wall. Believe me, finding something without a lot of bells and whistles is not easy.

He stopped at Lowe’s on the way into town, and went ahead and purchased the Frigidaire model we wanted. I was a little miffed, as it probably cost us twice what it should, but by this time the fridge was straining to hit 50, and we were purchasing groceries daily – every other day at most. Even the freezer wasn’t keeping things solid.  He said – and he’s right – that we simply couldn’t afford to wait any longer, no matter what it cost. Food poisoning is no joke. And besides, Lowe’s delivers and the Scratch and Dent place doesn’t.

Lowe’s called last night and said they’d be here today between 1:30 and 3:30, so I went off at 10:00 this morning and did Altar Guild stuff.  The Squire rang me at church and said they’d called and told him they would be here within a half an hour (this was 10:45) so I hustled on home and we started to transfer things from the fridge to the big freezer. One of the delivery men help him get the kitchen door off the hinges, while the other helped me pile stuff on counter tops and chair, and finally in the laundry basket, so they could remove the old unit and bring in the new one.

The only thing I don’t like about this fridge is that the crisper drawers slant sharply up from the bottom (__/ thus), so they only hold about half of what the old drawers held.  I had to fight to get a package of celery in there. Other than that, it is a gem. The “holders” on the door  snap off so you can wipe down the shelves, should you ever have that urge strike you, and it does seem to have more space inside than the old one.

And boy! Does it get things cold.

Oh, You Beautiful Doll!

9 Jul

Ist birthday - Mom OK, so everybody in the world has the most beautiful children, grandchildren and great grandkids in the world. Don’t know how that happens, but there you are.

Several weeks ago, local granddaughter and grandson-in-law took their little dumplin’ to a photo shoot, and these are some of the results.

Sweet Girl was just shy of her first birthday.

Aubrey 1 yrShe was born with a full head of curly hair. Although it has changed from coal black to blond, it is still beautifully curly.  Her mom has to keep it in ponytails, as it falls in her face, and she will yank off a head band or a barrette.

Steve-Aubrey

And yes, that is our granddaughter – not our daughter – and our great-grandchild.

all three

We Have a New Presiding Bishop

30 Jun

On Saturday, June 27, the General Convention of the Episcopal Church elected the Rt. Rev. Michael Curry as our next Presiding Bishop. He has been, to this point, the bishop of North Carolina.

My dad had a friend, a fellow rector of an inner-city parish, by the same name, and it just struck me as an odd coincidence that we had two  clergy named Michael Curry. Fr. Curry was the rector of St. James, Lafayette Square, an historically black – and very high church – parish in downtown Baltimore  (Actually, St. James was “downtown”; Holy Cross was “inner city”.) from 1988 to 2000, when he accepted the call to North Carolina.

He won by a landslide on the first ballot – 800 to 12 in the House of Bishops, and approximately the same in the House of Delegates.

The man is dynamic, a wonderful leader, and possesses both the pastoral and executive skills to make him the perfect person for the job.  He is wise and articulate, and will bring the church back from the brink of the bigotry which has nearly destroyed us, and make us whole again.

Thanks be to God!

And the Rains Came

28 Jun

It is said that the Hawaiians have no word for “rain”. For the past week, Baltimore had no word for “sunshine”. Is has absolutely bucketed every evening, complete with tornado warnings. We never have tornados here.

Yesterday, it began raining about 3:30, coming down in sheets. We live at the bottom of a hill, and nearly at the end of a stream which stretches back over five miles, so when it rains we really get socked.

The water came up very quickly, simply because the ground is so soaked there’s no place left for it to go.  Fortunately, once the rain stopped, the water receded almost as quickly as it rose.  These two shots are of a mimosa tree that stands just at the edge of our stream. (When it was planted, it was several feet from the edge, but that’s another story.)

As you can see, the water was lapping at my toes, but within a half an hour of the rain stopping, things were back to what passes for normal around here. I am going to post more shots, and (I hope) a video on my Picture Trail account, so you can see more of what we had going on.

http://www.picturetrail.com/lady_anne

But I’ll tell you – it was scary while it lasted.

 

 

Well, Hello, Gorgeous!

24 Jun

WhiteSQ2This is not an albino, as it had black eyes , but it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a snow white squirrel. It stuck around for quite a while, either eating from the feeder, or popping into the pipe where we hide the peanuts from the blue jays.

WhiteSq

What’s the World Coming To?

22 Jun

Mitt Romney said something I actually agree with! Take down that Confederate flag, confound it.

The Confederate Sates of America was a separate country, which declared war of the United States – and were defeated. They had their own President, their own army, their own currency. And their vice-president, Alexander Stevens, made it quite clear that their philosophy was based on the idea that “the Negro is the moral, physical, and mental inferior of the white man, and slavery is his natural condition”.

If this is the “Southern Heritage” of which they are so proud, how about I hang a swastika from my house?

Unspeakable

18 Jun

Last night, our bishop, +Eugene Sutton was at St. Peter’s in Ellicott city, presiding at a celebration of renewal service.  The people of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church have been recovering, renewing and rebirthing since the May 2012 shootings that killed their parish administrator and a priest. The gunman, obviously mentally disturbed, died by a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

At the same hour, Dylann Roof was opening fire in Emanuel A.M.E. in Charleston, SC.

Again, from the sound of things, the gunman is mentally disturbed. He has a history of drug abuse, racial hatreds, and his father had given him the gun he used as a 21st birthday gift in April.

How long will this nation allow this sort of thing to go on? The rest of the world sees us as outlaws, a remnant of the old west.

It’s time to take a good look at ourselves in the international mirror.