Today our shipment to six customers included these names:
Margie
Marsha
Martha
For the size of this shipment the series of “Mar-” names is noteworthy. These unusual combinations of names stand out to me. Fun!
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Plant Care “Between Times”
Picture it: houseplant-experienced resident elderly ladies and gentlemen. A woman has had a houseful of plants that she has cared for all her life. Some plants are as old as she is, or older. She knows how to keep them going. Or perhaps it is the gentlemen of the house who has the green thumb. Now, here they are with the limited space of their campus apartment. Not all the plants were able to come with them to their new home. Some were passed to the daughter or daughter-in-law.
Now a plant has been placed in a common area.
Residents from Hall A water it. Then a resident from Hall B recalls that it was dry when she checked it—yesterday—and thinks, I must water it when I come by tomorrow. No surprisingly, it becomes overwatered. So Cathy G makes a sign.
Who owns the plant? Is it a resident? Is it housekeeping? Who is supposed to water it? How does a person know when it is “between times”? ’Twas amusing to picture the plant-watering activities that called for the making of a sign.
Now a plant has been placed in a common area.
Residents from Hall A water it. Then a resident from Hall B recalls that it was dry when she checked it—yesterday—and thinks, I must water it when I come by tomorrow. No surprisingly, it becomes overwatered. So Cathy G makes a sign.
Who owns the plant? Is it a resident? Is it housekeeping? Who is supposed to water it? How does a person know when it is “between times”? ’Twas amusing to picture the plant-watering activities that called for the making of a sign.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Jigsaw Puzzle Putaway Rule
Greencroft is the retirement complex in Goshen, Indiana, where my parents chose to live after retirement. Our family traveled from Florida to see them (and other Indiana relatives) every summer for many years. Mother made her transition to heaven in 1996, and Daddy continued to reside at Greencroft for fourteen more years. Greencroft rented guest rooms at a reasonable cost. One guest room was right off a common area, where many residents spent some time each evening. A piano and organ, used for the Sunday meeting held in the common area, were available for residents to play. I sometimes sat down at the piano to play a few songs. A resident once caught me and asked me to play the piano while she played the organ. Using hymnbooks, we played together for about thirty minutes.
Daddy loved to work crossword puzzles and did at least one every day. He also enjoyed jigsaw puzzles. A puzzle was always under way in the common area. Residents had it worked out. Cookie sheets held sorted pieces. Participants never knew how much work would be accomplished by the time they came back to the table. We worked at the puzzle table most evenings when we were there. Other residents came to the area to play games, most often Rummikub. My small children, who had learned the game from their paternal grandmother, often participated in the game with these elderly folks.
The campus had several residential wings, as well as a health and rehabilitation center. After my mother died, Daddy expanded his lifelong commitment to serving others by volunteering to feed a younger resident, a gentleman who had been in an accident and was unable to feed himself. The gentleman eventually became a Christ-follower, much to Daddy’s delight. Daddy walked across campus to feed him for two meals a day. Sometimes our visit included a walk through or past another wing or another common area on campus.
In one such area we found an amusing sign about putting the puzzles away.
So it’s: Okay, to the closet! No, to the chair. Closet? Chair? Closet? Chair?
Daddy loved to work crossword puzzles and did at least one every day. He also enjoyed jigsaw puzzles. A puzzle was always under way in the common area. Residents had it worked out. Cookie sheets held sorted pieces. Participants never knew how much work would be accomplished by the time they came back to the table. We worked at the puzzle table most evenings when we were there. Other residents came to the area to play games, most often Rummikub. My small children, who had learned the game from their paternal grandmother, often participated in the game with these elderly folks.
The campus had several residential wings, as well as a health and rehabilitation center. After my mother died, Daddy expanded his lifelong commitment to serving others by volunteering to feed a younger resident, a gentleman who had been in an accident and was unable to feed himself. The gentleman eventually became a Christ-follower, much to Daddy’s delight. Daddy walked across campus to feed him for two meals a day. Sometimes our visit included a walk through or past another wing or another common area on campus.
In one such area we found an amusing sign about putting the puzzles away.
So it’s: Okay, to the closet! No, to the chair. Closet? Chair? Closet? Chair?
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Creation Poem from Home Schooling
Way back in the summer of 2009 I was beginning to play around with social networking, probably before it had taken that name “social networking.”
I used My Space. And I like the Notes, as a place to store memories. I stored this one on August 8, 2009. It is from the Rod & Staff curriculum, which I used for home schooling.
The First Week
Day one brought heaven, earth, and light.
It must have been so very bright.
Day two God make the clear blue sky,
A place for many birds to fly.
Day three brought land apart from seas
With all the plants and grass and trees.
Day four shone forth moon, stars, and sun.
The work of God was not yet done.
Day five we see the fish and birds.
God did all this with just His words.
Day six God formed all beasts and man
To finish His creation plan.
Day seven was especially blessed,
A day for worship and for rest.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
From Lynne Truss, #7
I’m posting my final entry from Eats, Shoots and Leaves, the calendar created from the book of the same name by Lynne Truss. This entry is from August 9, 2009:
It is worrying that people are no longer learning how to use the colon and semicolon, not least because, in this supreme QWERTY keyboard era, the little finger of the right hand, deprived of its traditional function, may eventually dwindle and drop off from disuse.
It is worrying that people are no longer learning how to use the colon and semicolon, not least because, in this supreme QWERTY keyboard era, the little finger of the right hand, deprived of its traditional function, may eventually dwindle and drop off from disuse.
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Tuesday, March 5, 2013
From Lynne Truss, #6
The calendar Eats, Shoots and Leaves was written by Lynne Truss, taken from the book of the same name. I’ve been sharing a few favorites. This one is from July 2, 2009:
Cecil Hartley, in his Principles of Punctuation: or, The Art of Pointing (1818), includes this little poem, which tells us the simple one-two-three of punctuation values:
The stops point out, with truth, the time of pause
A sentence doth require at ev’ry clause.
At ev’ry comma, stop while one you count;
At semicolon, two is the amount;
A colon doth require the time of three:
The period fourth, as learned men agree.
And just one more remains.
Cecil Hartley, in his Principles of Punctuation: or, The Art of Pointing (1818), includes this little poem, which tells us the simple one-two-three of punctuation values:
The stops point out, with truth, the time of pause
A sentence doth require at ev’ry clause.
At ev’ry comma, stop while one you count;
At semicolon, two is the amount;
A colon doth require the time of three:
The period fourth, as learned men agree.
And just one more remains.
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Saturday, March 2, 2013
From Lynne Truss, #5
We’re continuing to look at my favorites from the 2009 Eats, Shoots and Leaves calendar taken from Lynne Truss’s book. This fifth offering is from April 29, 2009:
The trend in the 20th century has been towards ever-simpler punctuation, but take any passage from a non-contemporary writer and you can’t help seeing the constituent words as so many defeated sheep that have been successfully corralled by good old Comma the Sheepdog.
Only two more to go after this one.
The trend in the 20th century has been towards ever-simpler punctuation, but take any passage from a non-contemporary writer and you can’t help seeing the constituent words as so many defeated sheep that have been successfully corralled by good old Comma the Sheepdog.
Only two more to go after this one.
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