Monday, July 14, 2008

Catching Up With You

It's Monday morn, and I have been a neglectful blogger.

It isn't that I haven't written anything. It's just that I have finished anything.

I have many posts I have started, but haven't finished or polished enough to post:

* "Music"
* "The Voice of God"
* "Is Religion a Crutch, or a Staff?"
* "Choices"
* "Following the Speed Limit"
* "Maggie"

But... I have an awful lot of stuff to do, an awful lot of stuff that is distracting me.

First... my home, my marriage. It is, as usual, a mess. We avoid talking about the uncomfortable
stuff. But I think about it all the time. Last week I drove out to the AA meeting she was attending... her car wasn't there. I asked how the meeting went. She said it was good. I kept quiet, brooded.

We've had ancient railroad ties lining the planters around our home. I've always hated them. One can't get those last tufts of grass with a mower, and they are havens for insects, slugs, moles, a veritable ecosystem from microbes to medium predators.

So I ranked them out, bought 150 concrete tiles, and have been reshaping my landscape areas. One heck of a lot of work. I finished the majority of it, one more smaller planter to go, but my hands have blisters, the psoriasis has broken out, and I have a couple of more pressing chores to do to do. But I'd like to do the last flower bed today if I can.

I'm very proud of how hard Isaac worked alongside me, hour after hour.

We picked about six gallons of Bing Cherries and gave most of them away to friends. The boys worked hard with me. I took a few pounds over to "Jim" the fellow who flipped me off in traffic a few weeks ago, and then shared his life with me. I wanted him to know I was still thinking and praying for him.

A week or so later the pie cherries were ready, so I made some pies.

We have had a small population boom of mice at our home. We have caught 16 of them so far.

I've been working in my garden. If you have never had an Oregon strawberry you really don't know what you are missing. They may not be as large as California berries, but they have flavor!

While gardening the other day I decided I couldn't stand the long hair after all (I was kind of hoping to grow a pony tail for "Locks of Love," but the hair kept getting in my face. So I took a break from the garden, got it cut, and Isaac documented the before and after.

I've been in the Prayer Room at church, praying and drawing.

Last week Jeremiah had his state competition at Special Olympics. He earned the gold medal in shotput.

Jeremiah went to Martha's Place, a bed and breakfast sort of thing. This weekend was a Hawaiian theme there and he had a good time.

Saturday night our local hispanic gang tagged our fence again. I'm painting over their marks this morning. Yesterday I wrote a letter to the Editor to the local paper about it. I don't know if he'll run it as it is a little longer than their restrictions. But I need to get that fence painted today.

Brenda and Rocky in front of the police car

Sunday at church we had our annual church BBQ. William "Paul" Young, author of The Shack was there, sharing about his book. Isaac insisted I get my picture taken with him. I have been facilitating a discussion class with my pastor on the novel.

It was pretty warm here Sunday, so we took Rocky for a swim in the Willamette River.

I also need to do something about the plumbing under the kitchen sink. Always been a bit of a problem. It's cheap, easily put together, easily comes undone.

I haven't been sleeping well, and I have been anxious during the day.

I haven't been using my
prescriptions as I should. I was taking a prescription sleeping pill and one Xanax at bedtime. The doc said it would be better not to mix meds so much. So he doubled up the Xanax and told me to stop the others. But when things get tense around here, I take a Xanax to slow my racing heart. To compensate for the missing doses I skip the Xanax at night and take two of the ones I was supposed to throw away.

I am very upset over my marriage. I worry. I see little progress. I keep thinking about what she has done, what she might do. I wrote her a letter. I keep telling myself I want to be a good servant. That all I have is today. I pray a lot.

Tomorrow night is our
occasional Moon Howlin'. I'm looking forward to time with my buddies, being honest, real.

So... I gotta go. I have a lot to do. But I'll finish one of those posts soon and toss it onto this blog pile.


One chore done. It's a thing of beauty and joy everlasting, isn't it? I don't think I'll ever have to mess with that drain again!


Marvin the Martian said...

You HAVE been busy! I haven't heard of men growing for Locks of Love, but it sounds neat. The shorn look suits you better. ;-)

I will pray for you and your wife and your marriage.

Poetikat said...

Hi Will. I'll keep you and your wife in my prayers.

P.S. I like the short haircut better, but Locks of Love sounds like an admirable cause.


wilsonian said...

Wow... where to start?!
-You have your own cherry trees?! So cool. Taking some to Jim, even cooler.
-You make pie?! Woot!
-Looking great with the haircut!
-Sharpie prayers: amazing.
-Jeremiah's gold: YAY!
-And yes, that is one lovely plumbing job!

I'm glad you shared. I know there's lots of pain in this post, but there is so much blessing too :)

KAN said...

It has to be ridiculous when your "competitive spirit" even comes out in a blog, but wilsonian did it to me again. (grin!) She covered all of my comments, even bulleted them like I thought I'd do. I guess I'm supposed to say something like "great minds think alike" or something else incredibly corny.

But I will end my comment by saying I list and number my prayers so I won't forget anything. You know like telling someone, "I will pray for you this week", and the next time you see them, when the week is over, is the first time you even think about them. Well, I hate that, so I make lists. And I promise you, Will, you and your family will be in my Top 10.

Peace in the midst of a storm is what Jesus gives best, what He IS best. And Peace is what I wish for you.


Fred said...

Whew...that's a lot of stuff in one post!

Beautiful Canby has a gang? I liked the letter you wrote. And, I had no idea you had another blog. I need to pay more attention.

Sorry about the hair. You were in the "awkward" stage where it was difficult to keep it tied back. Once I got past that, it was smooth sailing. I'm still deciding whether I want to do it again. Maybe I'm too old?

The pavers look great. We have them on our patio, and we like them.

I'll keep you and your family in my prayers, CS.

Fred said...

Oh, and that pie looks fabulous. Yummy!

Terry said...

Dear Curious Servant...I saw your comment on my blog and I would have emailed you but for some reason my outlook mail isn't working. I can't mail out and also I am getting no mail in, so I decided to check my blog and there were six of my friends, including you.
I will pray for whatever you are needing at the moment. I don't know what it is but God DOES and that is the main thing dear brother..
Trust me I will be in prayer for you..Love Terry

Terry said...

Dear Curious Servant. I just took a look at all of these nice pictures and I am telling you, those boys of yours sure live a homey life!
I wish that I could bake but I can't! Those pies look delicious and it is cherry season in Southern Ontario now. Loads and loads of cherries we have!
I can't bake but I do love to cook....scalloped potatoes, shepherds pie, cabbage rolls and all that good fattening stuff.
You, yourself are getting far to skinny. You had better eat both of those pies that you made!!
Take care now .....Love Terry