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“Choose your weapon.” I think…..well, wet noodles are unweildy and I don’t really want to pick anything that will actually hurt somebody. I know! A water squirter! Like you use for cats. “Ffft Fffft, be nice!” “Ffft-Ffft, too rude!” That will work.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 01.17.2013 @ 12:24 pm
Speech class was the one that terrified me. I hyperventilated every time I stood up there with my carefully crafted words on oversized index cards. I just could not do it. Until one desperate speech group came up with a plan. They sat all the way across the back of the room, behind the teacher, miming me breathing slowly “in” and “out.” The “out” being the part I had been missing. Of course, if I didn’t pass, neither did they, so they had to do something.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 01.14.2013 @ 3:20 pm
How good a politician would I be? I like to think I would be lousy at it. It doesn’t seem noble or complimentary. But I bet I am wrong. I bet would be pretty good. I just couldn’t do it day in and day out. Eventually, I would just throw up my hands, yell, “Whatever!” and move on to something less frustrating. Like my current job….oh, wait a minute…..
» Posted By LailaLCR On 01.09.2013 @ 1:57 pm
How good a politician would I be? I like to think I would be lousy at it. It doesn’t seem noble or complimentary. But I bet I am wrong. I bet would be pretty good. I just couldn’t do it day in and day out. Eventually, I would just throw up my hands, yell, “Whatever!” and move on to something less frustrating.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 01.09.2013 @ 1:56 pm
The promise of this day is not what I had hoped or expected. Still, it’s a good day. I am whole and happier than I planned to be. There is more wealth and richness than I looked forward to finding.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 01.08.2013 @ 11:42 am
A barrel of wine sat in the corner of the cellar. It had been forgotten for so long that it despaired of ever being anything more than vinegar. Even that fate seemed unlikely. A disappointed vintage from a sad year on a dismal acre of land.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 01.01.2013 @ 6:26 pm
Now, the air is warm inside and cold out. The trees are still twinkling one day later. The cats are doing their best to obstruct any clear view of the tv. The dog is pacing around the table, hoping a cookie falls off, all on its own. My husband and godson are occupied with screens of their own for the moment. And Harry Potter 7 is on the agenda for the rest of the evening.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 12.26.2012 @ 4:57 pm
Can we sate the desire to know what will happen by focusing on what is happening. I hope so. If the present moment is not enough to soothe this anxious desire to foreknow, then I am done. So I notice the warmth of my socks, the sigh of my dog, the peaceful snore of a napping husband whose foot is on mine.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 12.19.2012 @ 11:49 am
I just read an e-mail that reference July and I cannot even imagine why. It’s December and I am totally doused in Christmas-icity. July isn’t even imagineable or for that matter interesting.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 12.08.2012 @ 6:01 am
Both of us wandered through the gate and out of the backyard. He stayed a little behind, sniffing daisies along the sidewalk. I slapped the soles of my trainers against the concrete and breathed in through my nose out through my mouth. He yipped and sniffed and snorted.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 12.03.2012 @ 1:15 pm
The object of her affection moved across the room unaware of her gaze. She kept herself to herself except that her thoughts reached out where she withdrew. The sun shifted from one side of the room to the other, still, she remained.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 12.02.2012 @ 7:27 pm
I have done this entry in the past. The very recent past. Like last night. Oops.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.29.2012 @ 8:50 am
I smelled something baking the other day as I walked through the shops. I found myself flying backwards through time on the scents. I was there, again. Right where I had been, just then.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.28.2012 @ 4:27 pm
Under all this turmoil, the water is much calmer than you might imagine. It runs deep and clear, sometimes warm and sometimes cold as ice, but not ice yet. So right now, bouncing in the waves on the surface, I just want to dive deep and swim down for a little while before turning upward again.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.28.2012 @ 9:27 am
I love to shop locally during the holidays. The owners are just as stressed but they are still more fun than the folks in the big chain stores. Everything you buy is a double treat. One for you and one for them. And they usually have cookies or cocoa or something sweet.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.27.2012 @ 8:48 am
Institutions, with or without walls, surround me. They dominate the landscape like fierce giants, transformers. Benign one moment, they fly to new heights in smoke of rearrangement when threatened and I wonder, where is their life force?
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.17.2012 @ 6:37 am
The employees left the building one by one. It had been a long day but no one was quite ready to leave. The guy sweeping up the McDOnald’s across the street thought they looked like a basketball team getting off the bus after an away game.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.15.2012 @ 4:38 pm
“I’ve measured out my life with coffee spoons.” My little English Major’s heart almost burst in Bible STudy the other day when someone quoted “Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” as we studied Psalm 139. In 20 years of ministry, it was a unique experience.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.14.2012 @ 3:27 pm
Arts and crafts always brings summer camp to mind. I loved to do arts and crafts on the deck of the main log cabin dining hall whether the afternoon was hot and sunny or storming wildly. It was my favorite place to be. I liked the art part but moreover was the attitude with which everyone would just hang out and be together.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.13.2012 @ 3:31 pm
Somebody loves me more than I thought possible. Then another somebody. Then I realize I love me , too. And I can love somebody better than I ever thought I could.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.12.2012 @ 6:21 pm
Use it all up. Don’t waste anything. I wonder if I’ll be able to break even or if, at the end, there will be too much of one thing and too little of another. Will there be some little edge unfinished? Some little fragment hanging over?
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.05.2012 @ 9:06 am
Steps up the side of a mountain. I remember running them. 163. Heart pounding, air burning my lungs, the taste of the end of my endurance in my mouth. Running, stretching, heaving myself up and forward, up and forward until the bench at the top swayed into my view and I could stop and listen to my blood pound.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 11.01.2012 @ 12:53 pm
I want to sail away somewhere far from this headache. Unfortunately, I would just get sea sick. The sad truth is sailing would make the headache worse in a million ways. But the concept is nice. I will just have to sail away inside myself on oceans of thought or a still lake of pondering.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.24.2012 @ 12:08 pm
I was raised on a farm. While there my family raised, or attempted to raise, beans, corn, goats, ducks, tobacco and potatoes, in no particular order. But I think we were more successful at raising ourselves.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.18.2012 @ 8:12 pm
Fresh as a daisy. Or as fresh as my husband after he spilled the peppermint oil in the bathtub and soaked it in anyway. He said he’d never had cold chills in scalding hot water before, but that it was worthy as a new experience. I will say, he smelled wonderful.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.10.2012 @ 3:21 pm
The dominat force in my household is animal hair. It overrides everything else. Long white sheltie hair, short white fuzzy cat hair, sleek long brown tiger hair. When you put on your power suit, forget it. Your laid back jeans and fleece.? No dice. The power is in the pet hair.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.09.2012 @ 4:11 pm
The choir is learning a Requiem. None of us are all that familiar with a mass format. So it’s funny, the logic and progressions of meaning are lost on us. I wonder if it alters the way we sing it? Oh, well, that’s the Protestant reality.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.08.2012 @ 12:00 pm
The scene plays out in my mind every night. A door opens in the wall and I peer through. Somewhere inside, or outside, depending on the door, somewhere there is the one thing I am looking for…..a resting place for my mind….deep inside my mind.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.05.2012 @ 8:59 pm
I hope the stones we are handling today will become the paving stones for the road we will travel tomorrow. I would hate to see them become the walls that divide our journeys and send them along separate paths.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.04.2012 @ 7:00 pm
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Various incidents today have given me the impression that my cosmic timing chain is off again. Somehow, the universe and I are not in sync and I ask the faithful supplicant’s humble question. Who moved? Normally, one would shrug sheepishly and say, “of course, it was me.” Not today. It just wasn’t. This time, the universe moved.
» Posted By LailaLCR On 10.03.2012 @ 12:09 pm