Archive | February, 2011

Water or Gas?

27 Feb

I vote water. For now.

This article in today’s NY Times pushes me off the fence.  This past summer I listened to acquaintances in PA tell about roads degrading under large trucks,  noise, farm land prices soaring–pushing those who wish to farm off the land, contaminated wells.  To drill or no has been a big controversial conversation in this county for the past few years.  And we, Jay and I,  have been on the fence.  Why should the rest of the world provide us with what we have at hand? Why should they bear all the stink and heavy lifting?

But it seems data has been hoarded and problems not revealed.  If we say “No”, the engineers and chemists and geologists will go back to their skills and technology to come up with a less damaging method to extract the gas.  And tell the truth this time.

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Two Months From Tuesday, February the 22nd

26 Feb

Because spring always has come does not mean it will this year.  Does it?
Tuesday I told Isabelle that by the 22nd of April there would be green grass and flowers; no more snow.  She was incredulous.  How would I know such a thing?  This morning, as Hawthorne and I turned back after only a few dozen feet because of the disappearance of any trail, the depth of snow (over my boots), and the cold, it could seem fabulous to believe that the snow will end and spring will come. There has been snow on the ground for three solid months.  It is snowing now.  Again.

Is it more fabulous or incredible than believing the daily loving kindness, goodness, and mercy of God through Jesus?  Wednesday evening after supper, as I was doing dishes and Jay was standing by the stove speaking to me, I noticed Hawthorne laying by him.  Jay said the dog had just crawled out to the kitchen.  Hawthorne wanted to go out but could barely stand.  His right hip and leg were weak all of a sudden. That dog had done nothing unusual that day.

I took him out.  He slowly jerkily wandered a bit,   did his business,  and lay in the snow sniffing the wind.  He wobbled unsteadily back to the house, his right hind collapsing every couple steps.  As he lay on his bed, we prayed and asked Father God to heal him.  Was that silly?  Who else could?  Within 24 hours Hawthorne was back to his normal self, running and flinging himself through the snow with abandon.

I believe God hears us: I believe spring will come.  I have historical evidence backing me up.

Linen Movie

25 Feb

Vimeo has some great small videos.

This is one of them. Be Linen

The Word for my February World is Snow

25 Feb

Waking up I looked outside and said “Again?”.  Yup.  We had a couple or three new inches this morning.  Now we have a few more.  And it is still coming down.  It is pretty.  But the roads are terrible.  And who needs aerobics when the driveway has to be shoveled three times a day?  Ellie sent me a little note this morning:  “A good day to quilt”.

 

Yesterday Jay and I took a road trip. We bought some lovely grapefruit at a Mennonite grocery.  This little tool is a serrated curved knife which cuts the juicy segments of citrus fruits apart from their papery cover.  I had never seen one until a few years ago. They make eating grapefruit even more pleasurable.

 

Worldview

24 Feb

Worldview is something that influences perspective; how and what one thinks about just about everything.  For instance there are in the nearly ten degree clear morning walk blue shadows;  small hoarfrost ice rectangles dropping from small sticks onto the smooth snow surface making faint piles of miniature ice windowpanes; tracks: coyote, rabbit, a small rodent jumping on two feet, snowshoe prints of someone with one ski pole and a dog; clear blue sky. My children refuse to go outside.  It is cold.

The town of Lucas do Rio Verde can be seen as a wonder or a horror, a blessing or a curse. I see it as the former. I do not think that Brasil wants all of its land to look like that town.  My friend suspects so.  We have different world views.  My friend fears people and a growing population.  I, on the other hand, wonder how many discoveries, inventions, new ideas, helps, medicines, books, music we in this country alone have destroyed by killing 40+ million babies the past few decades.

The Word for World is Forest by Ursula Le Guin shows some consequences of differing worldviews.  It is an interesting book I am reading now.

We agreed that our money will be better spent on others than on keeping pets alive in a terminal illness.  No CT scans, diabetes shots, kidney dialysis, radiation or chemotherapy for our dogs or cats.  Vaccinations for rabies, distemper, and pesticide doses against internal and external parasites.  That’s about it.

Piecing tips and flying squirrel

22 Feb

For those of you not busy with trigonometry or learning Chinese, those of you who like me are inside at 9AM on a sunny morning waiting for the temp to rise to the double digits before walking the dog, I found a quicker way to make the curved pieces for the new quilt squares that are like unto a double wedding ring.  The whole idea came from the lady who writes comfortstitching.  she calls this a pickle dish pattern.  But it is not, really.  More on that later.

Her directions have you piece widthwise cut trapezoids onto the curved paper.  I am not very good at it, as you can see.  This morning I discovered it is much easier for me to sew nine pieces together and then pin the pattern (I cut mine from newspaper ads that came to our home by mistake) on the pressed section and cut.

By 9AM I had cut trapezoids from several new colors and sewn and cut the next eight curves for the next block.  Without having to piece little bits here and there to make up for edges that did not meet.

Oh, and played with the visiting flying squirrel. Didn’t you know?  We offer some of the finest flying squirrel accommodations in town.  This is Rocky.  You remember him as a baby last fall, right?

 

Nova Mutum hectares and 20-inch square

21 Feb

In the area of Nova Mutum, Mato Grosso, Brazil it about 90 degrees F.  Relatives are on an agricultural tour down there now.  Here?  In the single digits.  There they are harvesting thousands of hectares of soybeans as fast as possible after the daily rains.  Corn planters come right behind.  Here?  I tied a piece of clothesline onto one of Hawthorne’s toys this morning so we wouldn’t have to walk so far in the six to eight inches of new snow we’ve had the past two days.  I threw it and we played tug-o-war.  He got exhausted by the time we had covered 1/10th of our usual round.

A neighbor’s home burned down yesterday.  No one has lived in the home for several months.  But still is quite sad.

And this is what I finished today, the first of quite a few, I hope:

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