Friday, June 5, 2009

Life in My World—Five for Friday

1. Ande is back from her Spring semester study abroad in Europe. Ahhhhh. It is a sigh of relief to have her home. Besides giving wonderful companionship, she unceremoniously keeps the dishwasher emptied and always brings out a bar of German chocolate in the timeliest manner. In the evening she mysteriously appears with a bar and, like last night, we sit and savor it while we read and try not to take the last piece.

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Ande brought me home this rooster pottery from St. Gimignano. I was so excited when I unwrapped it and said, “Oh, I just can’t wait to put syrup in it!” Ande and Abe just looked at me and then echoed, “Mom, this is not a syrup pitcher.” But I read a fun post by Stacy Julian where her mother always served their maple syrup in a whimsical pitcher and it was THE item everyone in the family wanted to inherit. When I read the post I thought, “Oh darn. I wish I’d have thought to do more fun things like that when the kids were little rather than always be so practical.” When I opened the rooster I was glad to get a second chance to salvage a few years of serving fun syrup . . . albeit to adult children . . . with big plans to serve it to a whole crop of grandchildren. However, neither Abe nor Ande like the idea of a rooster spewing syrup on their waffles, so he sits on a shelf overlooking the waffles. However, someday when Abe and Ande send their children to stay with me I’m serving syrup in that rooster.


2. Everything is growing nicely in the garden. I always marvel at the miracle of a seed. Always. And at the vigor and number of weeds, too, and wonder what Adam and Eve thought the first time they reckoned with them. The spinach, lettuce and rhubarb are ready and the potatoes are on schedule. There was a bunch of broccoli seed mixed in with the carrot seed and it just kills me to pluck them out, but twenty broccoli plants is seventeen too many and I’m just asking for worms if I let them live.

3. Ty comes home is less than three weeks. I am now allowing myself the privilege of thinking about string cheese, gala apples and otter pops and listening to A Better Rain by George Strait. Funny what little things trigger memories and make you cry in awkward places like the grocery store, so you just have to avoid them altogether. But not anymore. In fact, the other day when A Better Rain came on Ande slyly reached to change the song, but I told her it was okay to miss him now because he’s almost home.

Ty had his companion cut his hair this week. In his words: “Talk about a mistake. I had him cut the top with a size four guard on the buzzers. That went well. It is pretty hard to screw up you know. Then I asked him to use a size one on the sides and fade it up to the top. His first pass was fatal. He did it and I could feel it wasn't good. That was confirmed by the look on his face as he let out a long "OOOOOOOOOOOOhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" We then just both bust up laughing. He kept going at it and it was horrible. It was blotchy on the sides and too high from the first pass and just hideous. I taught him how to make it smooth and not blotchy and he went to work. Pretty soon, it wasn't blotchy, but it wasn't really smooth and the fade is horrible. I am completely un mirror image. It is just in time for us to attend all of the zone conferences for the whole mission too. We will go around and train all the missionaries with my horrible hair."

Three weeks 'till family pictures.

4. One more week of classes. Bittersweet. Sweet & Sour. My most productive hours in a day are from 5 am – 10 am and though I look forward to summer vacation and using those hours here at home (plus being able to stay up a little later at night), we’ve had an incredible year studying the New Testament and I appreciate and love the kids.

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Ande brought home several pieces of art from Europe and this was one of my favorites. It is by DaVinci of Mary and Elizabeth with Jesus and John. I could look at it for a very long time. I have loved learning about art from her.


5. Calvin and I are headed to the temple in Tri-Cities this afternoon. I do love the order it restores to my world and then tomorrow I will get together for a BBQ with some scrapbooking friends and Sunday Abe and Grace will be here. Oh and yard sales. I just may try and hit a yard sale or two. I do love a good bargain. Did I ever tell you about my yard sale secretary desk?

That is Life in My World this week. Do you serve syrup from a fun pitcher?

17 comments:

Ande Payne said...

Thanks Mamma, but I will be dead before I let you serve syrup in that pitcher.

Also, please eat more chocolate.

Thanks for listening me talk, and talk, and talk about Europe.

I love you.

Tiffany Fackrell said...

HOLY COW! I cannot believe Ty is coming home so soon...has it really been almost two years? to you it probably seems like 4 but to the rest of us it seriously seems like you just posted about him teaching everyone to rock climb and he was just putting in his papers!!!

I need to hit up a few garage sales myself...see if i can find anything fun to put in my new house...hmmm maybe that is what david and I will do tomorrow morning while we are in Moses Lake, let me know if you find any good ones!!!

Kathy said...

Chocolate, art, temple, missionary coming home, to syrup or not to syrup, gardening, you just about live in a perfect world!!!!!!

HeatherM said...

Jane-Great post. I wish I could sit and listen to Ande talk and talk and talk about Europe. You're a lucky gal! Wishing I could taste that chocolate, too :)

We serve syrup from a rubbermaid container. How uninventive.

Can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Michelle said...

Yes - my grandmother served syrup in this funny cow pitcher and yes it is one of a limited number of things I remember from those early childhood days at grandma and grandpa's house.

Enjoy a fun weekend and count down those days to Ty's return!

Miss you!

deidra said...

We generally just serve our syrup from the bottle it came it. We do have a whole gallon of real maple syrup (!) waiting it's turn. Maybe I'll have to check the thrift stores, or a yard sale or two, for something fun to serve it in.

Kim Sue said...

love the pitcher and would love to think that I do fun things that Carly will remember but I find myself just getting lost in the daily grind...I'll have to remember the small things like syurp in a rooster :o)

Julie said...

I have MANY pitchers to serve syrup in. I love my polish pottery little pitchers and I also love that they go in the microwave so I can heat it up. I'll bring you a fun one from Poland and you can spare the fun rooster one. It's really cute!

Julie said...

Oh yeah, the girls and I will be there June 28th! We will get to see Ty! I can't believe it's been 2years either. That means we have been in Norway almost that long. We will miss him for dinner this fall.

Marie said...

I've never thougth about having a quirky syrup pitcher, but I totally see the charm. You're going to have some happy memories with those future grandbabies!

Anita said...

Jane, I saw the exact same pitcher in Italy and almost bought it for my mother - who collects roosters. And Ande's right - no syrup please!

BTW, my Italian daughter-in-law would be horrified if she saw that you had written St. Gimignano - it's San Gimignano!!!

Anita

Senioritas de Moses Lake said...

Sister Payne, We LOVE you!! Also do you mind if we "stalk" your blog!?! Because...we added it to our "blogs we stalk" list!! Thank you for everything you've taught us!!!

Jill said...

No, I don't serve syrup in from a fun pitcher. In fact, my kids are lucky if I let them have syrup at all because I hate the smell of it on them as the day progresses!

I'd love to see a photo of the bad haircut!

Whidget said...

i love that pitcher! it reminds me of one grandma baker had, except she also had a pirate pitcher, parrot and all!

sorry for the lower case, typing with one hand and feedibg dora with the other!

whitney

Emily said...

I support your syrup pitcher plan 100%. . . . best idea ever!

Emily said...

Sis. Payne, I support your Syrup idea 100%, no matter if it's in the rooster or the polish pitcher! I'm placing this idea in the old memory bank, I think it's super fun!

michelle said...

I too marvel at the miracle of seeds. And I love your musing about Adam and Eve and the first weeds.

I cracked up over your comment about family pictures coming on the heels of the bad missionary haircut!