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  • Today, we are blessed with many conveniences which make our lives so much easier.

    Do you have a cordless phone? Not a cell phone, one of those phones that sits on a base that plugs into a phone jack, but the phone itself has no cord, so you can move around freely while you talk? We have 2 of them, one in the kitchen and one in the bedroom.

    Cordless phones are a good thing. They let you stir the soup or clean the toilet while you talk. They also let you set the phone down in odd places when you are finished talking so that you can enjoy a little scavenger hunt looking for it. The base has a little button that lets you make the phone ring, which is supposed to help you find it. That supposes that the phone is somewhere where it can be heard while you are standing at the base. Of course, if the phone is on a different level of the house or under the couch cushions, that may be a bit of a problem.

    My husband loves our cordless phones. He is concerned for their welfare. Knowing that all creatures like to commune with their own kind, he thoughtfully leaves them both in the same place so they can spend a little time together. For the sake of the phones’ happiness, he is willing to endure the inconvenience this causes. I mean, what is more important, the presence of a phone in each area of the house so we can hear and answer calls easily, or the companionship of the phones themselves? We must, after all, have values!

    Another wonder of modern life is the drive up bank teller. Now, I know that everyone on the planet has had drive up bank windows for 30 years or more, but in our little town, they are a brand new thing. I used ours yesterday to make a bank deposit and cash a check. There was someone already at the main window, so I chose one of the two stations that uses a pneumatic tube to send the paperwork in to the teller. That gives the illusion of a three teller operation. You know, no waiting. That would be wrong! In actuality, there is only one teller for the three windows, so I had to wait with only the now empty tube for company while the person in the other car applied for a mortgage. Some people just don’t get the concept of quick transactions!

    After my little rest stop at the bank, I thought that I deserved a treat, so I stopped off at the bakery to get a roll. Our bakery bakes for a college in a nearby town, so it is much busier than you would expect in a town this size. The staff does not man the sales area all the time because they are needed in the back to help with production. They do provide a large viewing window and an equally large open archway so they can see the customer area. There is also a little gold bell that you can pick up and ring in case they do not see you. Right! That bell is like trying to get a jack hammer operator’s attention by dropping a pin. All of those industrial mixers and metal pans create quite a racket! So, after ringing the bell and calling to the people I could see just a few feet away from me happily kneading dough and frosting rolls, I gave up on the idea of a treat and went on my way.

    Yup, modern life is so convenient!

  • Jeff Foxworthy on Minnesota:

    If you consider it a sport to gather your food by drilling through l8 inches of ice and sitting there all day hoping
    that the food will swim by, you might live inMinnesota.

    If you’re proud that your state makes the national news 96 nights each year because International Falls is the
    coldest spot in the nation, you might live inMinnesota.

     
    If you have ever refused to buy something because it’s “too spendy”, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If your local Dairy Queen is closed from November through March, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If you instinctively walk like a penguin for five months out of the year, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If someone in a store offers you assistance, and they don’t work there, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If your dad’s suntan stops at a line curving around the middle of his forehead, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If you may not have actually eaten it, but you have heard of Lutefisk, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If you have worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If you have either a pet or a child named “Kirby”, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If your town has an equal number of bars and churches, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If you have had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you might live
    in Minnesota.

     
    If you know how to say Wayzata, Mahtomedi, Edina and Shakopee, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If you grew up thinking rice was only for dessert, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If you think that ketchup is a little too spicy, you might live in Minnesota.

     
    If every time you see moonlight on a lake, you think of a dancing bear, and you sing gently, “From the land of
    sky-blue waters,….Hamm’s the beer refreshing”, you might live in Minnesota.

     

  • “The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.  Attitude, to me, is more important than facts.  It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do.  It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill.  It will make or break a company … a church … or a home.  The remarkable thing is we have choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day.  We cannot change our past … we cannot change the inevitable.  The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.  I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.  And so it is with you … we are in charge of our ATTITUDES.” ~Charles Swindol

    That quote was used in a presentation by a speaker in my class today. I agree – attitude is everything, and I know that what I need right now is an attitude adjustment. I am finding that very hard to do. I am letting something that happened a long time ago and which I do not think was my fault hurt me, and it is a pretty deep hurt. I should not do that. I need to find a way to stop it.

    Thanks for all your kind comments. They mean a lot.

  • I started teaching another WorkWise class last Monday. That is the class for the unemployed that I teach. This is a pretty good group of students and I am enjoying working with them. I hope the class helps and that they are successful in their pursuit of employment.

    This has been kind of a tough week. It has been busy because of my class, but that is a very good kind of busy. Something happened, though, which opened up an old wound that I thought was nearly healed. My impulse is to post about it here, but that could be rather cruel to someone, so I have to give that careful thought. It has been a tough weekend, though.

  • Remembrance

    I can’t believe you remember that!
    It was only part of a little chat.
    It’s what I love about you though.
    Your memory that surprises so.
    For it makes me think that you do care,
    When you listen to the thoughts I share.
    No greater compliment could there be
    Than to know that you remember me!

  • New Year’s traditionally marks the end of something old and the start of something new. Unfortunately for Xanga, the life of Donna Warmuth, better known as Wickgal, ended on New Year’s Eve morning. Donna was an extraordinarily kind and upbeat person. Even though she struggled with many health problems for an extended period, her blog was always cheerful and her comments on others’ sites were always filled with concern for them. She was a very popular Xangan and will be missed.

    Donna was the second of my Xanga friends to die. The first was Barbll, who died on September 19, 2003. She was another truly remarkable person who faced the challenge of ALS with dignity and bravery. I had great admiration for this lady. If you would like a little taste of why, go here.

    I will remember both of these women and the life lessons they taught me, even though I never met either of them in person. I carry them into 2004 in my heart.

  • White Christmas!

    Christmas Eve morning we awoke to a world frosted by the heavy fog and mist which had visited us over night. It was extraordinarily beautiful, so I sent Dan out to take some pictures while I finished up Christmas preparations. (Yes, I was still frantically engaged in Christmas prep on Christmas Eve morning!) He came back in and told me it was too wonderful to miss and that I had to go outside, so I put on my coat and boots over my night gown and bare feet and strolled around the yard with him taking pictures and admiring God’s handiwork. Some of the pictures are his and some are mine.

    This is out in front of the house.

    Dan took this great photo of his giant Santa head admiring the view.

    More frosty trees in the front yard. As you can see, the sun was getting higher in the sky.

    This is an evergreen in the back yard. I love the contrast with the blue sky!

    This is more of the backyard. As you can see, we would have had a white Christmas anyway because we have lots of lovely snow, but this frost really made the scene magical. Looks like something from Dr. Zhivago. don’t you think? Unfortunately, it was gone by noon.

    And one more back yard scene with the beautiful blue sky.

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    An appropriate Christmas Carol for the scenery:

    Sleigh bells ring
    Are you listening
    In the lane
    Snow is glistening
    A beautiful sight
    We’re happy tonight
    Walking in a winter wonderland

    Gone away is the blue bird
    Here to stay is a new bird
    He songs a love song
    As we go along
    Walking in a winter wonderland

    In the meadow we can build a snowman
    And pretend that he is Parson Brown
    He’ll say are you married?
    We’ll say no man
    But you can do the job
    While you’re in town

    Later on we’ll conspire
    As we dream by the fire
    To face unafraid
    The plans that we made
    Walking in a winter wonderland

    Father Jerry worked the beautiful morning scene into his Christmas Eve homily. It fit in well with the topic of how we know and experience God.

    We do not have Midnight Mass at our church, which I miss because it was our tradition when I was growing up to attend Midnight Mass and then have a middle of the night breakfast with friends. Our service was at 4:00 PM, which is nice for elderly parishioners and children. Dan and I were ushers, and, working with 3 others, we crammed 606 people into a church with a capacity of 300. (We know because we had to count. The Bishop has parishes count on specified days to assess parish use with an eye toward closing parishes eventually. I doubt that ours will be one of the ones closed!) I am sure all kinds of fire codes were broken! We had some attendees who were not happy with the seats we tried to give them and insisted on setting up chairs on their own. That worried me just a bit because the aisles were partially blocked and aisles are pretty important if for some reason you have to clear a building quickly. I did not think it would be very Christmassy to argue with them, though, and I did not feel very good about telling people they could not come to Christmas Eve Mass, either. Fortunately, no calamities occured.

    After Mass, we returned home, had supper, and I finally completed my Christmas preparations so that I was ready to enjoy our family’s Christmas celebration on Christmas Day.
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    I’ve been making visits today and reading various blogs about New Year’s resolutions or the lack thereof. Although I do not make formal resolutions, I have been doing some reflecting. What is important is friends and family. We will bring in the New Year with friends this evening. That is the perfect way to do it. This past year, I have devoted a lot of time to tending my friendships after a very disappointing experience the previous year with someone who turned out not to be the the friend I had thought. I am pleased with the results of my efforts and plan to continue them in 2004. The most important garden to tend is the garden of friendship!

    Have a wonderful 2004 filled with happiness, family and friends!!!
    Our Family:

    Daughter Betsy, husband Matt, Ryan and Madison

    Son Andy, wife Jessica and Jake the Giant Baby

  • Holidazzle, Part 2

    The parade is short enough and colorful enough to hold everyone’s attention. Floats like this gingerbread house are sure to bring dreams of dancing sugar plums to the children’s heads! Would you believe this unit actually emits the smell of baking gingerbread??!!

    Our grandson did not want to look toward me to have his picture taken. You can see that he had been enjoying some chocolate treats during the parade. That’s our son-in-law holding him up so he could see.

    What child wouldn’t want these blocks under the Christmas tree? Of course, it would have to be a pretty big tree!

    Our grand daughter wasn’t thrilled at being photographed, either. My, my. what big eyes you have!

    I am one of those people who does not like to stand and take pictures because I miss the action myself, so I just sort of stick the camera up in the air from time to time and press the button. Video cameras are completely beyond me – I cannot spend that kind of time looking through a viewfinder! I missed snapping a pic of the Marshall Field’s (Dayton’s to me) Santa Bear float, which is always a highlight of the parade. Sorry, but I wanted to look at it myself! I did get a couple of shots of the last float, however. Here are Santa’s reindeer. Rudolph had already gone past when I took the picture, so you get a tail view.

    The Santa float is always the last float in the parade and is the third and last Target Corp./Marshall Field’s float. And here is the Jolly Old Elf himself. This picture does not do him justice. Santa is the one from the Nicollet Mall Marshall Field’s (Dayton’s) store. He has a right jolly belly – no padding – real hair and beard, and wonderful red cheeks – the ideal St. Nick to whom any child could confide his/her fondest wishes!

    After the parade, we ducked into the Target store to browse a bit and let a few of those thousands of people get their cars out of the parking lots so we did not have to wait in line so long. There was still a pretty impressive crowd trying to exit when we got there. As we were heading down the street, we came up beside our daughter’s car and she rolled down the window to yell good night. When we saw her on Christmas, she told me that Ryan (our grandson) started to cry when she rolled the window back up and he realized that we were really going our separate ways!

    The Holidazzle was a lovely family outing!

  • Holidazzle!!

    Last Sunday, we went with our daughter’s family to see the Holidazzle. For those who do not live in or near the Twin Cities, that is a lighted holiday parade held Wednesday through Sunday evenings at 6:30 PM from Thanksgiving through January 1. Lasting half an hour, it makes its way through an enthusiastic crowd down the Nicollet Mall, the main street in the downtown shopping district.

    Above, you see the crowd beginning to gather in front of the street entrance to the downtown Target store. Similar crowds gather all along the Mall. Minneapolis is blessed with an extensive skyway system which allows pedestrians to walk through the downtown area on second floor level, avoiding the chill of winter or the heat of summer. On Holidazzle nights, the skyways fill with crowds who use the panoramic windows to get a bird’s eye view of the parade, but purists stand on the street. My husband is a purist, so I have stood outside with small children to watch the Holidazzle at 10 degrees below zero. Last Sunday was mild, though, a perfect evening for an outdoor viewing of the parade. Here is more of the crowd:

    At parade time, the street lights are turned out and the area becomes appropriately dark to welcome the lighted parade units. One of the first units was this one which collected donations for the food shelf from the spectators.

    The parade has a different grand marshall every night, usually a local radio or TV personality. Hundreds of volunteers are needed to man the floats or walk along in lighted costumes, so area citizens get a chance to become part of the parade like these children riding in a circus wagon float.

    Each float plays music that was specially written for the Holidazzle. Most of the floats depict nursery rhymes or children’s stories. There is always a marching band from one of the local high schools and a float with live singers. Foot units include a string of Christmas tree lights, stars, Three Men in a Tub, characters from the Wizard of Oz, and others. Here you see a giant teddy bear.

    The Target Corp. float encourages reading.

    The Holidazzle was the brain child of Dayton Hudson Corporation, which was the parent company of Target Corp., but which adopted the name Target Corp. after the discount chain became the dominant division. It has been transported to Hollywood to become a movie scene and was taken to Chicago the year Dayton Hudson purchased Marshall Field’s as a way of welcoming the new department store chain to the family. It is now jointly sponsored by several of the corporations headquartered in downtown Minneapolis. Even though it is no longer the sole sponsor, Target Corp. remains the dominant presence in the parade with at least 3 floats.

    The Holidazzle is a wonderful way to end a day of shopping or a great reason to make a holiday trip downtown. We didn’t shop, but we had supper downtown before staking out our position for the parade. My husband overheard a conversation between a local person and an out of towner among the parade goers. The out of towner commented on the size of the crowd. The local person responded, “It’s always like this.” The out of towner said, “You mean they do this more than once?” and was very surprised to hear that it is a nightly event.

    More Holidazzle coming in the next blog.

  • Just Sneak Out the Back, Jack!

    Let’s really be rude
    Crude
    In a very bad mood
    Just little bit lewd
    Stewed
    She’ll be totally screwed!

    She’ll really be mewed
    Blued
    Maybe even unglued
    After all, she’s a sub
    Bub
    So what’s the rub?

    Get with the club
    Chub
    Don’t be such a slub!
    This class is the hub
    Tub
    Of all the hubbub!

    My deepest apologies to Paul Simon, although this is possibly so bad that nobody will recognize the source of the idea. All I can manage is these poems. I have subbed every day all month and have had some kind of event every evening and each day of every weekend. If I survive December, I will consider myself an outstanding candidate for one of those TV reality shows I do not watch. or maybe to be the the Crocodile Hunter’s assistant! I am having a great month, but Xanga time is at a serious premium. I have visited everyone who has visited me, I think, and will try for the rest of my SIR list this weekend. I hope everyone is having as great a time as I am.

    PS – just for your information – a 5’4″ woman can stare down a large teenaged boy and win!!!

    (The above is what substitute teachers do when they have the class busy working and they have locked themselves out of the classroom computer. I wrote this on scratch paper while supervising students writing a history assignment on Wednesday.)