Something really terrible happened yesterday. Well, I discovered the terrible thing yesterday, although I'm pretty sure it happened the other day. Let me set it up... Almost two years ago, my dad passed away. If you need to know more on that, look at older posts. But on the day of his funeral I acquired a plant. We were at the cemetery in Hominy on that hot August day and Matt and I were about to leave. This old man, some relative that I didn't know, walked by with two big peace lilies in his hand. He handed me one and said "you know, you can take these home with you." For some reason, these were the most comforting words I heard that day. I immediately proceeded to pack two of the big, leafy plants into the back of my car.
There has been something about having these plants around that has offered me more consolation than almost any words of comfort I've heard since losing my dad. I gave one of the plants to my brother about a year ago as a housewarming gift. But without fail I've looked at that plant nearly everyday. The funny thing is it tends to bloom around mother's day and my birthday..
So, the other night I kept my brother's dog at my house. I had put the plant out back to soak up some rain the day before. I'm sure you can gather the rest.
As of right now, the plant has been reduced to one third of it's original size. When I looked out the back window and realized what had happened, it was like losing my dad all over again. I felt a physical force and the wind was sucked out of me. I don't know why this was such a powerful experience for me. I think it may say something about the grieving process, and how it is never really over. The plant has since been re-potted in plant food infused soil and a new, smaller container. I am praying hard that it will survive. I guess I feel like this is a link to my dad, however crazy that may sound. I would sit and look at this plant, envision it in a nursery or flower shop, sitting there waiting to be delivered to my family in order to offer condolences. It was alive when my dad was alive.
Needless to say I have been in a funk for the past few days. I've already told myself that if it doesn't bounce back that I will claim half of my brother's plant. Can you even do that? Hack a peace lily in two and sprout two healthy plants? I hope so. Keep your fingers crossed for my plant.
c
Monday, May 4, 2009
Monday, December 1, 2008
Tag, I'm It!
Ok folks, I'll admit that there are still a few things that I don't know about, especially in the world of technology and communication. I don't have an iphone and I haven't a clue what a Tweeter is. But I love my blog, and my friend's blogs. While browsing around the internet trying to get myself sleepy (why is it that insomnia has to make a comeback in my life just as my three month old starts sleeping through the night... that's what I call irony) when I found that I had been tagged on my lovely friend Hailey's blog. Of course I was flattered, but had no idea what this meant. Thankfully I am not so adept that I don't know how to use google. Looked it up, now I know. (For those of you like me- the idea is to share six little-known and possibly quirky facts about yourself- then "tag" other bloggers to do the same! Fun, huh?!) The only problem may be that I don't know a whole lot of fellow bloggers.. Will have to figure that one out later on.
Ok- Here goes!
1. I am currently a first-time Harry Potter reader... and loving it. When the whole Harry Potter thing started, I really resisted. Part of the issue was that, at the time, I was taking a lot of Lit classes and had a lot of reading to do anyway. But Harry finally got me. I am on book four and absolutely obsessed. I like to pretend that I am the fourth Hogwarts student in the little gang. I go there, I drink the butterbeer and I am currently helping Harry figure out how to complete his second challenge in the Triwizard Tournament. (I'm also 25 years old...)
2. This one is interactive. Ok, hold up your left hand, now bend your thumb. For some reason, when I do this, my pointer finger also automatically bends. I think there's some funky ligament connection or something. So I can only do the "number 1" sign with my right hand. Strange, I know.
3. I make my to-do lists while I'm in the shower. I write on the glass shower door with my finger, and for some reason my handwriting looks really great when I do this. I secretly wish it looked that way all the time.
4. Sometimes I feel a little bit like an old lady. I knit all the time and lately I have been doing a lot of crossword puzzles.
5. I have secretly been on the hunt for the perfect laundry smell. I've tried six or seven different kinds of detergent since Matt and I got married and I think I finally found it- Tide TotalCare in Refreshing Rain.. So perfect.
6. One of the biggest reasons that I can't wait to have a real job someday (and by real job, I mean using my degree and starting my career) is to have an excuse to get a really great wardrobe- dresses, pants, shoes, you name it- and have a cute little office. I know, sounds pretty lame. But after being pregnant for basically two years straight and wearing clothes that can be pooped, peed, and barfed on- it's time for some cashmere, baby!
Ok- now is the time that I would be tagging some people. But I am going to have to dig around a little bit and find some friends with blogs. Casey- I know you've got one so consider yourself tagged!
cheers!
cass
Ok- Here goes!
1. I am currently a first-time Harry Potter reader... and loving it. When the whole Harry Potter thing started, I really resisted. Part of the issue was that, at the time, I was taking a lot of Lit classes and had a lot of reading to do anyway. But Harry finally got me. I am on book four and absolutely obsessed. I like to pretend that I am the fourth Hogwarts student in the little gang. I go there, I drink the butterbeer and I am currently helping Harry figure out how to complete his second challenge in the Triwizard Tournament. (I'm also 25 years old...)
2. This one is interactive. Ok, hold up your left hand, now bend your thumb. For some reason, when I do this, my pointer finger also automatically bends. I think there's some funky ligament connection or something. So I can only do the "number 1" sign with my right hand. Strange, I know.
3. I make my to-do lists while I'm in the shower. I write on the glass shower door with my finger, and for some reason my handwriting looks really great when I do this. I secretly wish it looked that way all the time.
4. Sometimes I feel a little bit like an old lady. I knit all the time and lately I have been doing a lot of crossword puzzles.
5. I have secretly been on the hunt for the perfect laundry smell. I've tried six or seven different kinds of detergent since Matt and I got married and I think I finally found it- Tide TotalCare in Refreshing Rain.. So perfect.
6. One of the biggest reasons that I can't wait to have a real job someday (and by real job, I mean using my degree and starting my career) is to have an excuse to get a really great wardrobe- dresses, pants, shoes, you name it- and have a cute little office. I know, sounds pretty lame. But after being pregnant for basically two years straight and wearing clothes that can be pooped, peed, and barfed on- it's time for some cashmere, baby!
Ok- now is the time that I would be tagging some people. But I am going to have to dig around a little bit and find some friends with blogs. Casey- I know you've got one so consider yourself tagged!
cheers!
cass
Sunday, November 16, 2008
picadilly
I have a question. Why do we have to have such restaurants as the Picadilly in America? What is a Picadilly? Or, as Matt asks, What is a Dilly and why would he want to pick one? Let me tell you about my day...
First we went to a little church on the TU campus to watch a bell choir. Mark was playing the djembe with them. It was fantastic. Anyway, the grandmas all decided that we should continue our family togetherness and go on to lunch. And, being that they are from that generation, they decided that a "cafeteria" would be the best place so that they could accomodate us all. Ok, I haven't eaten in a cafeteria since I was in high school. And trust me, the food there was much better. But we did it, caravaned over to the place and got in line. I think the median age was about 72, but hey, why not. After moving through the line of jello and other assorted, easy to chew entrees and desserts, we sat down. This was an experience I hope not to duplicate any time soon. I feel like my stomache has a lead ball in it, and surely it will take at least four hours on the tredmill to run off the "Caro-nut pie" that Matt's beautiful white haired grandmother forced me to split with her. Just in case you don't know, caro syrup is a sugary concoction that people cook with. Consequently, if you put a little bit in a baby's bottle, it helps with constipation. Wonder what that's doing for me calorie wise.
c
First we went to a little church on the TU campus to watch a bell choir. Mark was playing the djembe with them. It was fantastic. Anyway, the grandmas all decided that we should continue our family togetherness and go on to lunch. And, being that they are from that generation, they decided that a "cafeteria" would be the best place so that they could accomodate us all. Ok, I haven't eaten in a cafeteria since I was in high school. And trust me, the food there was much better. But we did it, caravaned over to the place and got in line. I think the median age was about 72, but hey, why not. After moving through the line of jello and other assorted, easy to chew entrees and desserts, we sat down. This was an experience I hope not to duplicate any time soon. I feel like my stomache has a lead ball in it, and surely it will take at least four hours on the tredmill to run off the "Caro-nut pie" that Matt's beautiful white haired grandmother forced me to split with her. Just in case you don't know, caro syrup is a sugary concoction that people cook with. Consequently, if you put a little bit in a baby's bottle, it helps with constipation. Wonder what that's doing for me calorie wise.
c
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