It’s now October, and I’m still not back to regular blogging (and let’s not discuss the status of my feed reader). Consider this my reaching out to keep in touch during a busy season of life by way of letting you know what I’ve been doing these past few weeks:
- Keeping my farmer’s market booth stocked with new items — some of these are now up on my Etsy site as well.
- Working on a few special orders for lanyards and cards. Normally I only make note cards using my own photos, but a friend is now living in Guatemala and has asked me to make cards using her own photos and those of a mutual friend, highlighting scenes from her adopted country. This is the second time I’ve made a batch of cards for her to take back with her and I like to give credit where credit is due.
- I took boy#3 to college on September 19th, had dinner with a few friends on Friday night and then attended my high school 30-year reunion the next night. Most of the people there looked terrific and I even remembered some of them. (I moved to a new city between my sophomore and junior year of high school, so I hope my lack of memory has more to do with so little time spent with them and not a sign of memory loss.)
Move-in weekend is a stressful time to drive in a University District in a big city. I must be old because the two late nights of little sleep and driving back and forth across the state wore me out!
- Hopefully all of that driving isn’t wearing out my minivan. She passed this little milestone on that trip:
- On my days off, I try to accomplish a few errands and take care of appointments. I’m still going to PT for my foot which is really helping. I can only hope that my insurance company will see the benefit of continuing those visits.
ANIMAL UPDATE: The dog has taken boy#4 for his very own and hardly raises an eyebrow at the cat. The cat was slowly realizing that the dog will not eat her up… until she looked out the window a few days ago and saw him running in the backyard chasing a squirrel. There went several weeks of progress… she is back to square one, walking around with ears pricked, jumping at the slightest noise. I moved suddenly a few nights ago and her tail fluffed out rather dramatically, the hair on her back raised at least an inch, and she is once again mistrustful of all of us.
I’m not quite sure if it is because I have asked God to help me to become more compassionate that I am given opportunities to practice compassion, or if it is because I am desiring to be more like Jesus in the area of compassion that I am more likely to notice opportunities to practice compassion. It’s hard to tell… but either way, I really failed today.
It was a big, noticeable failure. With witnesses.
It doesn’t matter that I was right. Being right doesn’t make it acceptable.
At the time, being right was all that I [my self-righteous Self] was interested in — not mercy, not compassion.
The Scripture quoted below is one upon which I wish to base my life. Tonight it is both my confession and my hope for a better tomorrow — a tomorrow where I will try to pick up the pieces, make peace, and do better. If my humbleness makes a difference, if mercy and compassion are given and accepted, it won’t be because of me. Part of humility is knowing Who really deserves the credit.
He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.
~Micah 6:8 (New International Version)
I married a Washington State Cougar and the two older boys have attended their father’s alma mater. H-J is breaking the mold. Tomorrow I will drive my third-born son to college. He is attending the same university that I went to thirty years ago.
For the rest of the weekend, I will be meeting up with old high school friends at the 30-year reunion. I was much younger then, too. ;)
I suspect there are hidden gems in every city. I keep finding them here in my new hometown.
H-J and I were running errands on Saturday afternoon, things he needed to take care of before heading off to college later this week. When we finished our run-about, I took him out for a treat.
This is authentic old fashioned ice cream, made on-site. Quite a few young families came in for ice cream while we were savoring our own, looking around at everything on display and formulating questions. The woman behind the counter was kept busy with specialized orders so we waited patiently until it was once again just the three of us.
Doyle’s Ice Cream Parlor opened in 1939. It was perfectly situated near a trolley stop in the West Central neighborhood not far from Natatorium Park. (Go ahead and click on that link — the story of the Nat is fascinating!) The trolleys eventually went away and so did Nat Park, but Doyle’s has been a neighborhood fixture for 75 years.
Tammy Gill grew up just a few doors away from Mr. and Mrs. Doyle and has lived in this neighborhood for most of her life. Her brother, Jerry Gill, purchased the business in 1991 and has slowly added his own special touches including his collection of antique toys.
From the cash-only payment policy to the decor to the bell that rings when the door opens and closes, this place is full of nostalgia.
Doyle’s Ice Cream Parlor is celebrating its 75th anniversary this year. There are just 2 weeks left before the season ends, so hurry or you will have to wait until May to enjoy the atmosphere and the authentic old-fashioned ice cream.
You can find them on facebook and at 2229 W. Boone in the West Central neighborhood of Spokane. The last day of the 2014 season is Tuesday September 30th.
Thank you, Hilary, for your kind honor!
Here is the rest of the story from yesterday:
With a name like Cleopatra, it is no surprise that she believes she is the queen of the household.
In her kingdom there is no such thing as a dog in the house or the yard.
Until Thursday evening, when her world was turned upside down.
We have a new member of the family: a ten-year-old black lab named Moses.
This is what Queen Cleopatra saw when she surveyed her domain on Friday morning.
The queen was NOT amused.