Out of Tune with Domesticity
Archive for September, 2008
What ice cream can and can’t do
Sep 16th
We’ve been packing, of course it has to wait until after the boys are in bed. I’m exhausted from the late nights. We went and bought blinds for the house today. I’ve lived here two years with just cheap paper blinds…and now, we’ve bought real, very nice blinds for the entire house. I’m fixing up my home so that someone else can move in. I feel a bit like I’m handing my own life over to someone else. Someone else will be cooking in my kitchen — even using my refrigerator. I just loved that fridge. I thought it was so nice to move here and get one of the new refrigerators with the freezer drawer on the bottom.
My Mom is still without power. I finally got in touch with my Dad and he’s without power as well…although the car dealership he works at has power. My Mom gets food and water from FEMA every day. What a joke that is. If FEMA would just send the generators for the water treatment center in town (like they promised to do days ago), maybe they wouldn’t have to send so many National Guard to help hand out bottled water. Ya, that’s More >
The Storm has Passed
Sep 14th
The only part of the storm we saw was a full day of wind and rain. My husband’s parents are still without power. Ike’s eye moved right over their home, but fortunately, by the time it hit them, it had downgraded to a tropical storm. My Mom wasn’t quite as lucky. The storm was still a category 1 hurricane when it moved over their home. And even though they live about two and a half hours inland, they’ve been told they may not have their power restored for two to three weeks. She’s running on generator power right now, but that will only last as long as the fuel for it does.
I stayed up late Friday night, watching minute by minute coverage of the storm on The Weather Channel. I knew it was going to do damage, but in my mind, I don’t think I realized to what extent. Galveston Island was, for the most part, washed away. It will be a long time coming before it looks anything like the Galveston I know and love. I can’t believe so many people stayed behind. This storm was a monster. Andi and I honeymooned there. I lived there for a while More >
Where I was…
Sep 11th
I was sitting in Physics class. Third period. Junior year.
A friend came in and told me she’d just heard that someone had crashed an airplane into the World Trade Center and one into the Pentagon. She said she’d heard that another one was headed for the Whitehouse.
She was such a gullible girl. Surely someone had tried to get the best of her to see what she would be believe. I mean, after all…earlier that year, I’d learned that she didn’t know Kurt Cobain had killed himself. “Oh,” she said, “I thought they just stopped making music…“
But it was true. Unimaginable truth. I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. I still can’t.
A few years later my tour bus would stop at Ground Zero. I could hardly get out of the bus. I really didn’t want to.
Every year, I’m still that girl in third period physics. I still can’t believe it.
A fork in the road
Sep 3rd
It is sometimes the hardest to remember that our paths are already chosen for us. We forget that God knows how its going to end before we even begin. In our own human stubbornness, we plow through life with the rare realization that we have a purpose in this life. We get caught up in the day to day grind and routine of it all, often times never noticing those forks in the road that have been set out for us. I mean, sure, we’ve all got hose little decisions: turn left or right, cream or no cream, paper or plastic. But its those really big decisions in life that can be scary. The ones that will turn your life upside down. Sometimes we feel like we’re deciding which road to take blindly; with no guidance from anyone. It’s a shot in the dark. Other times, God sends us huge signs to follow. And still other times, He forces us down a path. I think the forced paths are the hardest pills to swallow. After all, God set in motion free will within each of us. Forced is often not in our vocabulary.
A few months back, my husband opened our mortgage More >
Cuppa
Sep 3rd
So I finally remembered to get some decaf at the store…and some really great creamer.
I can’t tell you how good it feels to wake up and have coffee to look forward to again.
It just beeped to let me know a pot is ready. Mmmmmm.