Overdrawn. Again! (Ouch!)  

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Mothers are willing to do so much for their children. It’s not easy but we have faith that all the love & food and clothing & shelter and directing & teaching and hugs & kisses we give them will one day result in the reward we desire. We give and give and give and often feel as if we get little back---but we are willing to wait (and hope and pray and sometimes beg) that everything we put into our child will be worth it at some point in the future.


Plants and flowers are much the same. We plant them in good soil, we provide them sun and food and water and if we are true devotees, we talk to them. (Everybody does that—right?) (Seriously, everyone does!) (I am not a weirdo.) We are fully aware that the relationship is currently out of balance, that we are doing all the giving and the plant is just sitting there being small and non-talkative and a “taker”. However, we know that they will one day richly reward us for our trouble, much faster than even children will, and that very soon we will have the chance to feast on their beauty, revel in their fragrance, eat of their fruit and, if we are true devotees, kiss their velvety soft petals. (Not. A. Weirdo.) (I also love to put baby toes in my mouth but still—not a weirdo!)

Adults, however, are not always so generous with other adults. We make our deposits into the relationship bank with the expectation that others will make corresponding deposits before too much time passes. Meanwhile, we willingly allow them to make withdrawals from the account as long as they don’t run into the red. Complicating matters a bit is the fact that some of us have different perceptions as to what is a true deposit and what is a true withdrawal. One can go into the red with one withdrawal simply because we are unaware as to how much it cost the person on the other end of the transaction or because one has overestimated the worth of their deposits in the eyes of another. Or perhaps, we go blithely along not realizing that our account with a certain person is overdrawn while the person who feels like a run has been made on her bank sits and fumes in silent resentment (after all, it’s not polite to talk about money).

What does one do when they feel that their relationship account with another is sadly overdrawn?

What does one do when one truly wants to make deposits but genuinely doesn’t have the wherewithal to do so?

How long should we be patient with someone we care about? Should we carry the account indefinitely?

Here is the hardest question of all: What do two people who care about each other do when both feel like their account has been overdrawn and both feel that they have nothing left to give? (
Please tell me, because I really need to know.) (And, no, I'm not talking about me and The Spouse--didn't you read my last post?)

Into Each Life Some Green Must Glow  

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Spring sprung in our corner of the world last week . . .


. . . so we went exploring . . .

. . . and discovered this lovely blueness tucked in the midst of the brown and green.


If you study the photos, you will see that each was taken along the same path but from different perspectives. By so doing, things were seen, discovered and learned about that were not obvious, visible or apparent from the original perspective.

Perspective is a gift. The challenges in my life that have broadened my perspective on life are gifts. As I learn and grow from the circumstances of my life, I feel grateful, as well as the need to constantly shift and change my way of thinking. For example, the first 12 years or so of our marriage, our homes gradually became larger. The second 12 years or so of our marriage, our homes have gradually become smaller. The five of us, three of whom are larger than I, now live in 1,000 square feet. This has required a change in my perspective.
My latest obsession is a reality T.V. show in which people hunt for larger homes or vacation homes in exotic lands. I shake my head in amazement when they claim that a home of 1500 square feet for the two of them or a vacation home with only two bathrooms in which they will spend only a few weeks a year is “just too small”. My perspective has been changed and I have discovered that, just like the little vista of blue water that appeared over the dusty road, there is space where I once imagined there was none.


For example, when the horizontal space is gone, you can go vertical.

My sweet husband has been supportive and self-sacrificing when it came to my book and my blog but now it is my turn to put my little joys on the back burner while he pursues some of his. For months I have been trying to figure out how to “do it all” and though I have learned to stretch and spread myself a bit thinner, I have come to the conclusion that it just can’t all be done the way I want it to be done. My perspective has changed and I have realized that my wants and wishes aren’t as important right now as some other things. My turn to hang out a lot in blogdania will come around again.
For now, my goal is to visit each of you you once a month because I do so long to know how you are all doing and what is going on in your lives. Love you!

Service: A Cautionary Tale  

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Rule #1: Do not blog about anything that might give the adversary (i.e. Lucifer, Satan, the devil, Beezelbub or, as the Big Guy styles him, “that little dragon”) a clear view of the chinks in your armor. He might not be able to read your thoughts but he can read. (I know.)

Rule #2: Do not blog about how you are committing yourself to serving others when there are others in close proximity to your location who might be reading and expecting to be one of those, er . . .others. Between that well-read adversary putting up roadblocks and the people around you quite possibly hoping for cookies on their doorstep (they know I am hopeless at full-blown dinners) (though I do make a mean chicken noodle soup) (with canned stock and shredded rotisserie chicken b/c I can’t cook a chicken to save my life) (let’s hope it never comes to that) you might end up feeling like you just might explode from the self-inflicted pressure. (I know.)

Rule #3: Do not blog about "serving enough for it to pinch" without first making clear the truthfulness of James’ comment on my last post. (Everyone go read James’ comment—it’s very good and oh, so true! Also, James is soon to be published. James is so lucky!) (And while you are at it, read the other comments, too, because they are all sweeter than candy with a whole lot less calories.) (Just in time for Valentine’s Day. How lucky are we?)

Rule #4: Do not blog about service and kind words and meaningful acts of support and encouragement without being prepared for lots of sweeter-than-candy comments that you read repeatedly, cutting (deeply) into the time you could be serving others. (You guys are the best and I love you to pieces!) (Honestly, you are all getting me through a very difficult time and it means a lot! In fact, I wish I could put your words on conversation hearts and eat ‘em all up!)

I’m going to leave it at four because it is one of my favorite numbers (I don’t have just one favorite of anything which is rather odd when one considers that I have very specific tastes) and add a little off-topic comment, here. I have recently been doing edits on MD2 which I haven’t read in nearly eight months and can I just say . . . Sir Anthony still rocks. And Lucinda is still a hoot. And Ginny is still madly in love and Lord Avery is still talking about duels and Grandaunt/Grandmama is still sharp-nosed and eagle-eyed yet (and this is the best part) they are all even better at it. Can’t wait for you all to read it! So. Much. F
un.

A Little DIY French Country Decor  

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(Read how I attempt to answer a common but difficult question about Mormons at Mormon Women: Who We Are.)

I must say living with three clinically depressed people makes being cheerful a bit of a challenge. This is why I asked you for ideas and I appreciate every single one. However, this is the part where I have to confess--I set you up. All of the things I suggested in my post as ways to beat the blues (and many of the ones you all suggested) are ones I can’t participate in for one reason or another.

For example:

Due to the combined mood disorders of our offspring and the Little Guy’s vulnerable lack of size, the Spouse and I have been unable to leave the house without any of our children but a handful of times in the past three years. (I'll bet you're wondering what this has to do with decor, French country or otherwise. Don't worry, I'm getting there . . .)

For the same reasons, we haven’t spent the night away from all three of our darlings since I was expecting our 15 year old.

I can eat what I want but not only do I pay for it in extra pounds and sugar crashes, I experience a great deal of pain when I eat comfort food because of the problem I have with wheat. (I ask you, what’s comforting about that?).

I have a shower but I think the hot fudge sundae wouldn’t hold up very well in the downpour.

Family vacations? Well, let’s just say I’m so glad we took the two or three of them we did when we had the chance. It’s been a few years but I’m hoping to live on the memories for as long as possible.

And girl friends—I’m afraid that I’m too gun shy for many of those. I might be able to keep up my end of the relationship bargain for a while, but then something will happen--I’ll have a fibro flare or one of my loved ones will become dangerously depressed or I’ll be worn out from every day living and I’ll retreat for a while to refuel. When I have something to give, anything at all, whether it be time or talent or energy or friendship or money or encouragement or whatever, I share it pronto b/c it feels so good to have my personal resources go to anyone who lives outside the walls of my home. But, when things get hairy around here, I have to retrench, reform and renege on my relationship obligations (much as I have done with blogging—notice I haven’t been to yours in ages?) and that’s just plain painful.

If you think that’s sad, check this out. I can’t read fiction anymore. Being published has ruined it for me. I have heard this is not uncommon (I am just too distracted by the construction to have my disbelief adequately suspended) so reading a good book is out OUT OUT. (Pray for me)

To distract myself, I watch a lot of décor shows on TV and look at pretty magazines. This might be an indication of my recent brain decay (or the source of it) but this is why so much of my blog lately has been about décor (also, blogging about what is really going on in my life right now is depressing and might worry people I don’t want to worry).

One evening I got it into my head that my rather plain bench (see above)that lives behind the dining room table needed some bling, so naturally I started surfing eBay for the appropriate jewels when I realized that 1) I can’t afford to buy much right now 2) I can’t justify it, either and 3) I had the perfectly appropriate bit of bling sitting atop my gold mirror which I purchased at an antique store in Ramona (near San Deigo) for eight measly bucks thirteen years ago. This bit of carved gesso would be worth a pretty penny today if I were to offer it up for sale. Instead, I felt riche, indeed, in spite of the mirror’s sudden aura of nudity, as I snatched it from its perch and tested it out on the bench.



Now comes the part where I feel obligated to share some precautionary measures.



Do not merely toss your outdoor holiday décor extension cords into that red and green plastic tote. One is tempted to think it is the work of a moment to tame the tangles the next time they are needed—after all, there’s tons more Christmas stuff to put away TODAY, right? Au contraire! What would take 30 seconds per cord to wrap and secure translates to long, exhausting, frustrating and agonizing minutes of pure, procrastinistic torture. (Not sure “protastinistic” is a word. I’ll look it up later.)




The extension cord was needed for the electric drill/screwdriver. Oh, how I love my power tools! This is something I never anticipated when I was a young girl dreaming of my future life (partly because they didn’t have power tools and partly because I had the wrist-strength of boiled noodles) but don’t they look smashing amongst the pink and white? Which brings me to my next warning. Do not attempt to drill a hole anywhere you might encounter something metal with the tip of your drill. Ai Chihuahua!

Needless to say, the end result made all the pain and suffering worth it. I adore the French country flair of it all. The dog seems to agree because she has spent an inordinate amount of time snoozing on the bench compared to its bling-less state (she’s such a princess).




















However, the uplift of this project did not last for long. The truth is, the best way to beat the blues (unless they are caused by a lack of chemicals which requires the imbibing of prescribed meds which is something I highly recommend should you be one of those people because there isn’t much you can do at all whatsoever when you are huddled in a dark corner biting your nails and refusing food and water) is to serve others.

I must say, I do a lot of serving of others in my own home (as do you, I feel confident in assuming). However, I can’t help but feel that being 45 years old and having been married for nearly 24, most people in my position are pretty much done with the child-rearing. Since my youngest is only eight and my special needs twenty-year-old eldest is akin to Baby Huey---mostly loveable but a ton of work, often annoying and about 95% of the time utterly shirtless—I’m not really seeing a light at the end of this particular tunnel.

True, there are times when I absolutely cannot serve anyone outside of my home. And then there are times when I’m afraid to spend any of my resources on those outside of my home because all the tanks are so empty and I don’t know when I, with plenty of my own needs, weaknesses and challenges, might be needed to charge in and save the day again.

However, I have come to the conclusion that service is 110% about sacrifice and that service doesn’t serve us in any way, even if it serves someone else, if it doesn’t pinch a bit. In other words, I can no longer justify looking around and asking from whence the cavalry cometh when I am not able/willing/ready to saddle up myself. The truth is, most often all that is needed is a word of encouragement, a phone call, a kind smile, a card in the mail, or any other small means of letting someone know that you care.

Pres. Thomas S. Monson said "We are surrounded by those in need of our attention, our encouragement, our support, our comfort, our kindess. Be they family members, friends, acquaintances or strangers, we are the Lord's hands here upon the earth with the mandate to serve and to lift His children. How often have you intended to be the one to help and yet, how often has day to day living interferred and you left it to others to help? We become so caught up in the busyness of our lives. Were we to step backwards, however, and take a good look at what we're doing we may find that we have immersed ourselves in the thick of thin things."

I am grateful for and love all of you. Thanks for being there for me. (The good news? No more "blue" posts!) (Promise.) (With cherries on top.)