Sometimes I Feel Like a Piece of Bologna

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Life’s Too Short to Miss the Big Picture

Do you ever feel like life is getting the best of you? Do you routinely question if this is really all there is? Do you wish you had more time and energy to focus on family, friends and other important, worthwhile ventures? If you’re a GenSandwicher, you could probably answer yes to all those questions. Don’t miss the big picture—life ahead looks good!

Day-to-day life responsibilities, coupled with the ordinary consequences for each decision, create stress upon stress if we let it pile up. The world is crying for relief—for something more. Life coach and author Steve Diggs’ latest release, Life’s Too Short to Miss the Big Picture, challenges readers to focus on making each day count for something important.

With seventy short Life Note chapters Diggs shares small dragon-slaying habits each reader can develop to see big long-term results. With chapter titles like “Eat Your Problems for Breakfast” and “Stop Petting Piranhas,” the author delivers single takeaway points with humor and honesty. Reading a Steve Diggs book is like having your own personal cheerleader. Each chapter is an energy bite filled with enough insight and nourishment to last the entire day.

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Friday, June 11, 2010

Fiction Friday: Life in Defiance

Mary DeMuth concludes the Defiance Texas Trilogy with this, the 3rd book. In the first book, Daisy Chain, young Daisy Chance disappears. Her friend, Jed Pepper, feels guilty for abandoning her and Daisy’s mother, Emory Chance, blames him. In A Slow Burn, Emory tries to find Daisy’s murderer as questions regarding Daisy’s death continue to mount. And Hixon, the gentle handyman, continues to love Emory.

The final book, Life in Defiance, is told from Ouisie Pepper’s point of view. We see more clearly the domestic abuse she endures from her husband, the pastor of a local church. In her desire to become the wife and mother Hap demands, Ouisie studies a book on being a good Christian wife and even meets the author. But it doesn’t help her desire to escape through drinking nor does it quell her fears. Meanwhile, she believes she knows who killed Daisy, but she lacks the courage to tell anyone. Life in Defiance is a satisfying end to this trilogy. It’s deep, poignant, and redemptive. Another great read.


Thursday, June 03, 2010

Transitions for Our Kids

Our DS and DIL bought a home. Their first. Hubby and I drove down to southern CA a week ago Thursday to help them move. We spent Friday at their apartment finalizing packing and cleaning there. They were supposed to get the keys to the house at 3:30 on Saturday, but the seller didn’t leave until 9:00! That meant that the carpet cleaners DS had hired had to be canceled and he ended up with a service that cost twice the price, scheduled for Sunday morning. Since it was a holiday weekend, his choices were limited, and since the previous owner had a big, hairy dog, carpet cleaning was of first importance. The second service never showed and no one answered the 800-number. I was able to email from our hotel, and DS finally got a call, but no carpet cleaners. He called a third service, which arrived about 2:00, putting us almost 24-hours behind on a tight schedule.

While the carpet was being cleaned, we moved boxes and boxes and boxes into the garage. The next day we moved all the furniture into the house, with a lot of help from DS’s friends. Since then we’ve cleaned and cleaned and scrubbed and scrubbed. A couple of DIL’s friends were champs at cleaning the kitchen and a particularly awful bathroom. I’ve developed a repetitive stress injury from scrubbing grunge from the aluminum window frames, washing windows darkened by smog, and scrubbing the kitchen from head to toe. (Wish my house was so clean!) I’ve spent the past several days unpacking the dozens and dozens of boxes of kitchen stuff while DIL went back to work. (Tried to get her to let me go to work, but no, I had to stay and unpack.) It’s been quite a process. I’ll unpack and arrange things where she thought she wanted them, and then she’ll come home from work and rearrange it all. But at least this way she can see how things fit and it’s saving her more time and energy than she even realizes.

We’re blessed to have kids who want us to be part of this process, and they’re blessed to have parents who have the time and inclination to help. DS in particular has valued the advice of parents who have owned a fixer-upper for years. Mom and Dad have both been able to share ideas, advice, and admonitions. The range of his new responsibilities is dawning on him as he realizes what he doesn’t know. On the other hand, he’s done an amazing job of tackling projects I didn’t think he could handle. These are the joys of parenting young adults, being able to help while at the same time letting go and enjoying an adult relationship with them.

Unfortunately, in the busyness of all of this, the other side of my sandwich has been neglected. I’ve only called Mom a couple of times while we’ve been here. Fortunately, my brother was able to spend the long weekend with her, so she’s been well cared for. But while I love my life, I continue to feel smooched.

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