Fave-O-Lit Friday

What Have I Got to Complain About

by David Budbill

We’ve got enough money now not to worry every minute
about where the next dollar is coming from.
We even go to the movies once in a while.
We’ve got a nice collection of friends.
Our house is sturdy and well built.
It keeps us warm and stands well against the storms.
The larder is full of rice.
There are plenty of potatoes down cellar.
The freezer is full of vegetables I grew myself.

In the face of all that, slights to my vanity
seem frivolous and nonsensical.

What have I got to complain about?

corner view: wood

Remember this corner view? Well the drive back down the mountain towards home took us through some woods right as the sun was making its way from a high perch to low. I love taking shots out of car windows and then looking at them over time. The abstraction and blur they give to our world seems a metaphor for something…

Corner view is a weekly Wednesday post hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by  Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or poetic in form from around the world:

 Jane, Dana, Bonny, Joyce, Ian, Francesca, Theresa, Cate, Kasia, Otli, Trinsch, Isabelle, Janis, Kari, jgy, Lise, Dorte, McGillicutty, Sunnymama, Ibb, Kelleyn, Ninja, Sky, RosaMaria, Juniper, Valerie, Sammi, Cole, Don, WanderChow, FlowTops, Tania, Tzivia, Kristin, Laura, Guusje, Susanna, Juana, Elsa, Nadine

Zuzuday: from sweet pea to string bean and back again…

This 4 year old is literally growing before our eyes. I know objectively she is bigger than she was say 4 years ago- but I don’t feel like I’ve ever witnessed it so awesomely as right now. We’ve had sooooo many inquiries lately about how old she is, how tall she is and how different she looks lately. And these are from people who see her regularly. Sigh….you want them to grow up, yes. But it’s so bittersweet. I feel like I can barely remember the baby in her anymore.

Oh wait, no, at least 15 times a day she informs me she is Baby Zuzu, Baby Bia, Baby New Year, Baby Tammy….and proceeds to crawl around hollering, “goo-goo”; “gaa-gaa’. The Quail is smitten with her antics though and takes it as a personal invitation to pounce on her. Which then results in a World-Wide-Wrestling Federation style of play that I naively thought was reserved for little boys. Just as theatric, maybe not quite so bone-crushing. It does no good to pull one of them off of the other. It just gets you tackled.

And then just when you can’t stand the baby talk, and the requests for you to feed her and dress her like a baby, the play morphs into playing grown-up where she starts informing you that when she grows up she’s going to be a teacher, a doctor, a mommy of 10 girls, a super-hero, or weirdly more specifically a mommy of baby boy-girl twins named Coleman and Ellie as she grabs her purse, puts her “monies” in it and announces she is off to work. The next time the Baby Tammi game comes up, you happily put the spoon to her lips enjoying it as long as you can….

gratitude journal

1. an unexpected compliment

2. girl scout cookie season

3. tasty pizza

4. 7 lbs down from 1/1/11

5. thoughtful consultations

6. a new babydoll

7. Albuterol

8. hulu.com

9. spring flowers starting in January and flourishing into March

10. March Fourth

11. house hunting

12. thinking about a day off

13. a weekly weekday meal plan

14. inchstones  (what adds up to the typical milestones)

15. some camera time on a pretty day

16. playing with friends

17. stranger and separation anxiety- it shows she knows her peeps

18. Grandma & Grandpa planning to come to the ballerina’s recital

19. costume fee’s paid

20. safe travels to and from Honduras for Auntie Deb

21. Uncle Greg passing on the good words

Fave-O-Lit Friday

You and I

by Jonathan Potter

You are a warm front
that moved in from the north,
a blind spot bearing beautiful gifts,
a garden in the air, a golden filament
inscribed with the name of God’s hunting dog,
a magic heirloom mistaken for a feather duster,
a fountain in a cow pasture, an anachronistic anagram
annoyed by anonymity, a dollar in the pocket
of a winter coat in summer.

And I am the discoverer of you.

I know better…

 

 

We’ve talked about this before. Today is a day to spread awareness about the need to rid your vocabulary of the R-word. You can click on the picture above to sign a pledge to stop using that word.

Last year I wrote this:

“But sadly, in our world, in this day, those everyday situations (calling someone a ret@rd) can befall horrible outcomes. Not everyone respects people’s dignity of risk or frankly- human life. Some people spend their time making others who have worked so hard to be a part of the community, to be accepted, to at least be allowed to live in peace, live a nightmare- at best. As a mother I hear about these stories and I want to take both of my children in my arms and never let anyone talk to them without first going through a battery of testing of my own. The fear eats at me. The worry of what I can do to prevent any harm befalling anyone tugs at my soul. Why anyone would insist that their right to call someone a ret@rd is more of a priority than the person on the receiving end’s dignity is beyond me. Just because we have the right to say what we want doesn’t mean we have to. I will never understand people defending their right to be mean. It’s one thing for someone to make a mistake, realize it, apologize and learn from it. We’re all human. It’s a diagnosable personality disorder to defend the right to hurt others.

The critics and trolls insist that as parents and advocates asking you to please remove this slang from your vocabulary is petty, politically correct and  an overstatement of the issue at hand. I would say the extinction of Ernie Hernandez Jr’s life is a sad statement to the seriousness of the issue.

Our world is changing though. It’s this fact that restores my faith. The world understands now that people who clinically have the diagnosis of mental retardation can learn. They may learn differently, but they do learn. The term retardation when used appropriately isn’t the issue. The issue is that a wide sect of people use it to degrade others and then defend their right to be ignorant about it. The issue is so significant that even the medical community has decided to step in and revise their language. The correct term in the DSM-V will be Intellectual Disability.

We can all learn, if we are willing. As a friend, a community member, as a co-worker, as a family member, as a fellow human being I am telling you it gives me pause when you say ret@rd in reference to something you did that you think was stupid. I know you may not have thought about it before. I know you may not have had any reason to question it. Everyone says it right?

Well give me a few minutes of your time and open your hearts and mind and take the opportunity to learn about the history of people diagnosed with mental retardation. Read this. Know the struggles that have been faced and won, and those that still exist. If you still disagree about the significance of the R word, that’s fine. Just don’t use it around me or my family. That’s at least a start.”

This year, I still feel the same. I still champion the cause of equal rights and respect for all people. This year though…I know betterCourtney’s words, are often funny, silly, heart-wrenching and frankly one of the high-lights of my day. Her words last year on March 1, 2010, well somehow I missed them then. But I hear them now. I feel them in my heart. They empower me, to empower my little birds.

I’m not a confrontational person. I know I can’t change how someone else behaves. I can only choose how I respond and in doing so set an example for the two little sponges who watch me like a hawk to see how they should behave in this world of ours. It starts there. It starts in your heart. It starts at home. It starts in your community.

It’s awareness. Once you have it- you can’t go back. Once you know my child, she becomes the example you have for a particular image or term. She gives you a reason to want to change your mind and know more. She breaks your stereotype. She gives you pause. She causes you to think. Once you know her, truly know her, you won’t make a second mistake of underestimating her and writing her off. Because she’s watching. She’s listening. She’s learning. Just.Like.You.Do.

Respect her and she’ll respect you. Spread the word to end the word. Just don’t say it. It’s that simple.

I know better. And so does the Quail. And so does everyone who knows and loves her.

corner view: on your kitchen counter

Our kitchen, (who am I kidding- our whole house) is littered with little mementos of days gone by:

*the rockin bell from our rockstar days, 

*a bag of coffee from the best damn shop around, lovingly sent from our dear Kate,

*the wooden biscuit cutter, that while lovely to look at and  ever so smooth to the touch; never really did a bang-up job in the dough-shaping department,

*the bubbles that some of our besties left behind from a visit,

*a tin of espresso grounds from our trip to Florence,

*a jar of one of the french versions from my salt collection, yes you read that right- I collect salt- what do you collect?

*my favorite piece of pottery we own from a sweet little lunch place in Illinois that I used to visit with some of my most favorite peeps around back when we lived in St. Louis. And yes, since I’m so fond of it, it holds part of my salt collection as well! English this time though,

*a Fiestaware spoon-rest that was a wedding gift,

*a spoon-rest from a thrift store gathered on one of hundreds of trips Lovey and I spent happily thrifting in our pre-married, house full-of-kids-and-their-crap-er-I-mean-prized possessions days,

*an egg separator from the same store as the biscuit cutter, and yes, it’s equally aesthetically appealing and equalling unusable as a functional kitchen tool,

*a shell from our last trip to the beach

and last, but not least, the first in what I hope will blossom in to a collection of pie birds from one of my favorite potters.

And that my friends is what fills barely 2 square feet of our nest. Please don’t ask for a picture of the rest of the kitchen…I’ll use up my alloted Wordpress space!

*Corner view is a weekly Wednesday post hosted originally hosted by Jane, currently by  Francesca. A topic is given and you can see impressions; be it in photographic or poetic in form from around the world.  See what’s going on around the world:

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Mommaday: starfish

 Remember dear Olga? Well guess what? Her forever family has found her! Miss Olga is about to become one of the Abell’s!!! Patti truly paved the path for a miracle to happen. She and her family; through the caring hearts of her readers were able to raise over $12,000 towards Olga’s adoption grant! That was amazing to me, and in such a short amount of time. A true testament to the power of people who care. The Abell’s have committed to bringing Olga home, and this money most definatel helps- it is a good bit of the cost to bring a child home through an international adoption. That being said they need our help. Could you consider possibly donating or posting about Olga to help continue to raise funds and awareness? If you think you could- go to their adoption blog and donate via their Chip-in. Link them on your facebook page, tweet them, blog about them. Help them, help Olga. This little girl is counting on us all!

gratitude journal

1. ordinary people realizing ordinary things

2. an entourage of bobs

3. lookin at all the pretty houses

4. spring flowers in February!

5. a training well done

6. a house picked up

7. dinner plans

8. no barfing or fevers

9. first steps

10. too many thoughtful presents

11. no babies in the house anymore

12. a loan paid off

13. gratitude for the loan in the first place

14. presents that make me cry

15. giggling girls

16. Lovey’s kindness

17. an insightful Jodie

18. a Mattie that gets our bird

19. a cheering Monique

20. a new PT

21. a houseful of nappers