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{Jesus} went about doing good. Acts 10.38

Thursday, July 05, 2018

I dream of roaches

So I had this dream the other night: 

There was a giant (like six inches long) roach crawling on my wall.  I wasn’t scared.  I was kind of mad at it.  It crawled to a doorway, pointed it’s butt to the floor and pooped.  Not a tiny roach sized poop, but a big juicy child size one.  It splatted on the floor. I said, “You better pick that up!”  The roach turned into a boy.    He glared at me, but pick up the poop.  As he walked toward the trash he squished the poop in his hand.  Then he turned around and looked at me and threw the poop down on the floor.
I told D about the ‘magical pooping roach’ dream.  I kept thinking about it all day. What could it mean?  Nothing good for sure- roaches and poop (and bad children) what good could come of it?  I decided to look up the symbolism of roaches in dreams.  There were quite a lot of roach dreams scenarios listed.  Unbelievably, I found this.

What does seeing a cockroach pooping in your dream signify? Poop is considered as a symbol of cleaning up your life. Therefore to dream of cockroaches and feces denotes prosperity, wealth, and financial security.  A dream where you see a cockroach pooping means that you are going to meet with a gracious and powerful individual who will take care of you together with your family.  Your financial burden is going to be lifted up even though it is not clear what these individuals will want from you.

Followed immediately by this:

Dreaming of a person turning into cockroaches? As symbols, cockroaches can represent dirt and undesirable qualities.  To see your family members turning into cockroaches, it signifies negative energies which could be affecting relationships in life. On a positive, a cockroach represents resilience and longevity. In this dream scenario, this could mean that you are going to be strengthened as a family after facing a period of challenges which will make you to bond with each other and appreciate one another. To see a person change into a cockroach indicates that you need to think of good ideas to overcome problems.

The internet has an answer for everything.

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

The age of Alexa

Four months ago we turn three rooms in our house to ‘smart rooms’ with Alexa controlled lights. They still have to turn on the lights at the light switch in every other room.

When we got home from church last Sunday we discovered the internet was out.

That’s what my kids were thinking.
They said, ‘Can we use our Kindles?’
I said, ‘Sure, but they aren’t going to do what you want, because the internet is out.’
Them: ‘It will be fine!’
Me: ‘OK’
2.3 minutes later
Them: ‘This thing isn’t working!’
Them: ‘Can we watch Netflix?’
Me: ‘The internet is out.’
Them: ‘Can we watch a movie?’
Me: ‘The internet is out.’ (we only have streaming movies)
Them: ‘We want to call Noni on Alexa!’
Me: ‘The internet is out.’
Them: ‘Alexa, how long is the internet going to be out?’
Alexa: ‘I’m having trouble connecting right now.’
Them: ‘Ugh!’
Me: ‘Go turn on that light for me.’
Them: ‘What light?’
Me: ‘The living room light.’
Them: ‘Why doesn’t Alexa do it?’
Me: ‘The INTERNET IS OUT! Now go turn on the light!’
Them: ‘I don’t know how to turn on the light.’
Me: ‘Yes you do!  Go flip the light switch.’
Them: ‘What’s a light switch?’
Me: ‘That white rectangle right there by the door.’
Them: ‘This thing?’
She looks at me with this disgusted expression on her face, as if to say, “Mother, dare you turn my good upbringing to ruination by asking me to do such a plebian act as ‘turning on a light’ with my own hand?”
Me: ‘Yes! Touch it.’
The lights come on.
Them: ‘Wow!’ Honestly surprised by this turn of events.
Me: Get out of here!

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

waiting for the locksmith

Yesterday I locked my keys in my car.  It's not easy with a keyless entry system, but I've managed it more than once.  The first time my small children were buckled in their seatbelts and the remote start was on.  Some kind firemen helped me out of a jam that time.  It's a Ford with an entry code which I didn't know at the time.  I got the code, and promptly forgot all about it- until yesterday when I realized that it was also locked in my car.  Useful.

While I waited for the locksmith to come break into my car I was thinking about my first car, my 1980 Toyota Celica. I thought of it because I used to lock myself out of that car all the time.  I learned early on that it wasn't really a problem though because any similar make and year's car would open my doors.  Yeah, it made me feel super secure- any late 70s to mid 80s Toyota or Honda key could open my door.  Yeah, it also solved my problems several times.

After I started thinking about that little key detail, it made me start thinking about all the adventures I had in my first car.

What was your first car?  What adventures did you have?  You should take some time to write it down, or otherwise record it.

I remember my grandfather telling me about his first car.  I don't remember what the exact car was, but it was an early model Ford (of course.)  He said he would have to crank it up every time he wanted to start it. If he went too fast, which he loved to do, the wheels would literally fly off.

Imagine what your grandkids will think of your first car stories.

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

just a day at the park

I took the girls to the park yesterday. I was sitting on a bench reading a book when two boys about 11 years old rode up on their bikes.  The first one said, “We can’t find our mom.  Have you seen her?” 
I said, “What does she look like?”

The very white skinned, blond haired boy said, “She’s wearing a black and white striped shirt, and she has black hair, and she’s black.”

In my mind: ‘What  ….?!  How …. ?!  Doesn’t matter.’

Outloud: “Sorry, I haven’t seen her.”

Boy: “You haven’t seen her?  She was climbing a tree, and she fell out.  We rode our bikes to go get help.  When we came back we couldn’t find her.  You didn’t see anybody fall out of a tree?”

In my mind: ‘Curiouser and curiouser …’

Outloud: “No, you should probably ask someone who has been here longer. I just got here.”

Boy:  “We just can’t find him.  Well, he’s really our dad. We just say mom because he looks like a woman.  He’s transgender.”

In my mind:  ‘Two very white boys can’t find their black transgender dad who fell out of a tree at the park… where are my children?  Is this some kind of distraction tactic so some  nutball can steal my children?’

Scanning and finding my children playing…

Outloud:  “No- I haven’t seen anything like that.”

Boy: “Okay, we’ll keep looking.”

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Is this grammar okay?

Sometimes as instructors we hear, see, say things and think, 'Is that real?  Can I say that? Would anyone else say that?  There must be a grammar rule about that."

Here's the questions a fellow instructor said one of her students had written this sentence for future perfect: "I will have been done by 3:00."  She was questioning if that sentence was grammatically correct.  She knew you can say "I will have finished by 3:00" but the part that was throwing her off was the "been done."  The question was, does that "been" make it passive?

Another instructor said, No- that's not a good sentence.  I said, Yes, it's a good sentence.
Here's why:
You can say "I will be done."  'I' is the subject, 'will' is the future marker, 'be' is the main verb and 'done' is an adjective.  It is similar to "I will be happy."
Seems like the same should be said for "I will have been done by 3:00."  'I' is subject 'will is the future marker, 'have' + past participle of the main verb 'be' is perfect, 'done' is adjective 'by 3:00' is a prepositional phrase.

They both looked at me quite skeptically and walked away.

I said, "I would say it! (if I ever used future perfect.)

Virginity test

I was about 8 weeks pregnant.  I went to the doctor for my first check pregnancy check up and the nurse did her normal weight, blood pressure, questions about medications, then right before I left the room she said,
"Do you want  to do the virginity test?"
I narrowed my eyes thinking, 'it seems a little late for that!' But knowing how often I mis-hear things I said, "I'm sorry, what?"
She looked a me a little skeptically- and repeated, "Do you want to do the Progenity test? It's a genetics test for the baby."
I said, "Oh! Yeah- yeah that sounds fine."

Friday, April 14, 2017

lazy knitter

Here's a vignette of me at the height of my laziness.  I've been crocheting a lot lately. I want to knit something small and easy.  I look around the chair where I'm sitting.  I see a pair of size 5 needles. That's pretty small.  I look again.  I see a ball of white acrylic yarn I bought to finish a crochet project (that I'm currently not finishing). It will work for these needles. I pick up my laptop, which is also near my chair. I don't want to do anything so drastic as stand up, or go to the next room for heaven's sake.  I find a free pattern for a bear online. No printing- knitting from the screen- I start "nervous movie knitting" to Rouge One. Nervous knitting is when I am watching a movie that's kind of intense, and knitting something not so intense at the same time.  I give 2/3 attention to the movie and 1/3 attention to the knitting. Sure I miss a few details in the movie, and I may lose count of my stitches- but I feel pretty accomplished by the end of the movie if I haven't completely lost the plot and/or my place in the pattern.  I got almost a quarter of a bear out of that movie.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Learning about my father

I have always had a very minimal interest in my father. Today I learned his middle name was Martin, he was barely taller than me, and he had brown eyes. How unexpected.