I WILL MISS YOU…

TL A TRIBUTE

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP.  – Tweeted by Leonard Nimoy

His last tweet really spoke volumes about what life is and how it is to be treated and cherished.  To me he will always be Spock, the pointy-eared, smarter than anyone else alien from “Star Trek”.  I’m not a geek as some, but I did grow up watching my share of the show.

Mr. Spock & Captain Kirk January 12, 1968
Mr. Spock & Captain Kirk
January 12, 1968

Spock is definitely one of my best friends.  When I put on those ears, it’s not like just another day.  When I become Spock, that day becomes something special.  – Leonard Nimoy

It was strange to see the familiar Spock break out into a more comedic role, but of course, he did that well too.  With that stature and voice, there was nothing he could not do well.  He truly did live long and prosper!  It became a sort of mantra for his life.  It was at the end of his tweets – LLAP.  One could tell that he had a zest for living and enjoyed the trip.  From his famous quotes, we can tell that he had a deep compassion for others.

 The miracle is this – the more we share, the more we have.  – Leonard Nimoy

He was not just a good actor, he was completely believable, which, considering that he played an alien in a sci-fi program for so many years, is high praise indeed.  I was drawn in by his even-toned voice.  It was calm and convincing, yet commanding.  He had a very distinctive voice and manner – not the pushy actor type you sometimes see.  He seemed to lack ego about being a public figure.  Fame was not what it was about for him.  He seemed to genuinely enjoy his craft, and he did it quite well.

I believe in goodness, mercy and charity.  I believe in casting bread upon the waters.  – Leonard Nimoy

It seemed he always gave the very best to his audience and managed to have some fun in the process.  He made it look so easy, when I’m sure it was a great deal of work.  I know how difficult it is to memorize a couple of sheets of music for a recital.  I can’t imagine what it would be like to have to memorize lines as an actor.  He just seemed to love what he did.  We should all love what we do in life, shouldn’t we?

Whatever I have given, I have gained.  – Leonard Nimoy

May we all adopt such a philosophy toward life.  Rest in peace.  I will miss you. 

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TELL A FAIRY TALE DAY

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My wife said she wanted a “fairy-tale romance,” so I’ve locked her in a tower.  – @TONYCOWARDS

Most of us grew up listening to fairy tales.  My favorite was “Jack and the Beanstalk”.  I imagined myself as Jack, climbing up the huge beanstalk that reached high above the clouds.  That’s really funny because in elementary school I was the kid whose feet could not leave the big knot on the rope when it was time to climb it.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.  She got her own TLC show.  The end.  – Ryan Anderson @KOLCHAK

Fairy tales take us to magical places where pixie dust flows freely and no one is ever cranky.  Sounds great, doesn’t it?  Oh, but I guess there were those few dwarfs in “Sleeping Beauty” was one of them cranky?  LOL – well I don’t remember – oh, I think it was grumpy.  Same difference…

So if we avoid grumpy we should be in pretty good shape.  Oh, but there was that Evil Queen chick – yeah.  Hmm…  this is sounding less like perfection and more like real life all the time.  What’s with that?

Cinderella’s fairy godmother turned her rags into a gown, mice into horses, and a pumpkin into endless lattes for her and her BFFs to enjoy.  – @THELAURENOBRIEN

There seem to be issues with all fairy tales.  Every one of them have something evil or malicious to be aware of.

I have never worked out the moral to Humpty Dumpty.  Is it, “Don’t let horses perform medical procedures”?  – Ricky Gervais

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I’ll tell you my fairy tale…

Jesus and Me

Once upon a time, there was a happy baby.  She never cried but giggled all the time.  Her daddy said it was because she had gas, but it was because she was happy.  He should not buy into those old wives’ tales.  The baby laughed and giggled at everything.  She decided that nothing was going to make her unhappy.

One day in grade school she tried to read a book.  The letters on the page began to dance and it was very entertaining to the little girl, but she wanted to learn how to make the letters stop dancing so she could make sense of the book.  Her mommy and daddy enrolled her in something called special education.

The little girl paid close attention to the nice teacher and worked very hard with exercises and reading glasses.  She finally learned how to read the words by following them with her finger.  She didn’t enjoy reading at first, but the more she did it, the easier it got and the more she enjoyed it.

Nobody thought the little girl would graduate from high school, but she did!  She celebrated with all her friends and family, and her new best friend.  His name is Jesus.  Jesus helped the little girl with a lot of stuff that she could not have done by herself.

Jesus stayed with the little girl and helped her as she grew into a young woman.  He helped her land a really great job as an editor where she had to do a lot of reading.  Now the woman writes a blog for fun to encourage others to celebrate every day.

Jesus knew about the woman’s problem with reading, but nobody else did.  He will always be the woman’s best friend.

– The End

The Moral of the story is…  Jesus can help you overcome ANY obstacle you face!

Jesus cares and helps us with everything because He loves us so very much!  He is the great giver.  ❤

 

INCONVENIENCE YOURSELF DAY

TL 2-25 INCONVENIENCE YOURSELF DAY

I’ve had days when my ice cream cone slipped from my grasp, haven’t you?  When it seems like nothing is going right, it’s so nice when a person comes alongside to help me out.  A simple gesture of kindness goes such a long way in renewing my faith in human nature.

 And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.  – Ephesians 4:32

I have a friend who says she will be kind to others between the hours of 6 pm and midnight.  Of course, those are the hours that she is home from work and will not socialize or interact with any people.  I shoot her a glare of disapproval over my glasses and inevitably get a very large grin in reply.

Most of the world will not inconvenience itself to give a hand up.  That’s very sad because they miss a great blessing and the poor person needing help still needs help.  We need to be on the lookout for ways to show God’s love.  We need to be aware of our surroundings and ready to help.  We need to BE PRESENT.

BE PRESENT

Even if it inconveniences us?  Well…  yes!  YES, because although we are late getting somewhere or on our own schedule, it is God’s will that we stop to help another person.  You know, it could be an angel unaware.

 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.  – Hebrews 13:2

Has it occurred to you that God may be detaining you to keep you out of harm’s way?  We see these inconveniences as hurdles when maybe we need to be thanking God for them.  Now, back to those angels.  Yes, angels come in human form and walk among us.

Listen to The Newsboys sing “Entertaining Angels” on You Tube.

Of course, an angel doesn’t really need our help, but God sends them here for us.  Think of it as an opportunity to be on your best behavior.

I understand that we have places to go and people to see and we all gauge our lives around the clock.  Today I want to challenge you to look at something other than your watch or the clock on the wall.  There is coming a time when time won’t matter – none of the things we put such importance on now will matter anymore.

The King of Kings will want to know…  Did you feed my sheep?

Was it too much of an inconvenience for you?  :-/

 

MUSEUM ADVOCACY DAY

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Over 250 museum advocates from around the country will gather in Washington, D.C. to make the case to Congress that museums are essential, especially in educating our youth.

If you can’t make it to Washington, D.C., that’s okay.  We advocate and support from anywhere!  Even from home!

Please take a moment today to share this on facebook and twitter:  #museumsadvocacy

Just copy and paste on your facebook wall or in your twitter account.  This small gesture will increase the awareness for museums all over the country.

January 2015 at the Wichita Art Museum.

Museums have a rightful place in our communities.  They aid in children’s education, and to be quite honest, I learn something new every time I visit a museum.  Our Wichita Art Museum has been a treasure since 1935.  Please visit their facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/WichitaArtMuseum and tell them Linda Palmer sent you!  Let them know you read about Museum Advocacy Day here on my blog.  What is going on this week at the Wichita Art Museum?

Chipping the Block, Painting the Silk: The Color Prints of Norma Bassett Hall

Guest-curated by Dr. Joby Patterson, Chipping the Block is the first one-woman exhibition of artist Norma Bassett Hall’s work since her death in 1957.

Born in Oregon, Bassett Hall studied at the Portland Art Association and the Art Institute of Chicago. In 1922, she married Arthur Hall, who had been a fellow student at the Art Institute, and the couple settled in El Dorado, Kansas.

It was during these early years in Kansas that Bassett Hall explored the artistic possibilities of woodblock printing. 1930 marked the launch of the Prairie Print Makers, with Bassett Hall as the only female founding member. In her work, Hall employed line, color, and pattern with delicate skill, using up to seven blocks for each print.

On view in the Kurdian Gallery.

 Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air — explode softly — and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth — boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn’t go cheap, either — not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.  – Robert Fulghum

The Ulrich Museum on the campus of Wichita State University is a great place to go, especially when your funds are a bit low.  All of their events and showings are free of charge.  And what’s on the schedule for this week?

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 26
6 P.M. PROGRAM, 7 P.M. RECEPTION
IN LIVING COLOR ART HISTORY TALK: Dr. Brittany Lockard
No Defense of Abstract Art: A Brief History of the Non-representational

Alfred H. Barr, the first director of the Museum of Modern Art in New York, famously said, “Abstract art today needs no defense. It has become one of the many ways to paint or carve or model. But it is not yet a kind of art which people like without some study and some sacrifice of prejudice.” In this curatorial talk, Dr. Brittany Lockard will discuss the history and development of abstraction, and how to read and evaluate art that uses line, shape, and color as subject matter.

Without awareness, appreciation and advocacy these programs would not be possible.  Visit your local art museum today and let them know you support them.  🙂

 

 

 

 

 

NATIONAL DOG BISCUIT DAY

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2-23 CANDIESOur dogs are priceless, aren’t they?  I’m so thankful to God for making animals to keep us company.  They are so sweet and cute and sometimes downright funny!

The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.  – Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912

We’d do anything for our best friend.  Have you ever thought of baking your own dog biscuits?  These are delicious and nutritious!  Well, I assume they are delicious from the response I get when I bake them!

Ingredients:

3 Cups of Whole Wheat Flour

1 Cup of Rolled Oats

1/2 Cup of Shredded Cheese

1/2 Cup of unsweetened Apple Sauce

1 Cup of any of the following: 1 can of salmon or tuna, drained; shredded beef, chicken, turkey or liver; ground meat or ground turkey or chicken

3 Eggs, beaten

Directions:

Mix all ingredients together. You can roll out the mixture and using a cookie shape, cut out a size suitable for your dog. Or you can drop by spoonfuls on a baking sheet. Warm oven to 350 degrees and bake. Check after 10 minutes. You may want a softer cookie or leave in another 5-10 minutes for a crispier cookie. Cool on a rack. Put cookies in a container and refrigerate some and freeze the rest. You can take them out of the freezer as needed. They are good for 2-3 weeks in the refrigerator (if your dog doesn’t finish them before that).

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.  – Ben Williams

And then there’s bath time – oh boy.

 From the dog’s point of view, his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog.  – Mabel Louise Robinson

It’s surprising what ingredients are used in our dog’s treats and bones.  At least when I make them, there’s no doubt about the nutritional value my dog is getting.  Pet food is finally beginning to be a little more healthy, but there’s nothing quite like homemade dog treats!  Wink!  😉

WOOLWORTH’S DAY

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I landed my first job as secretary for the Sr. Vice President of American Savings & Loan here in Wichita.  The people were nice and the work was fun.  There were no computers yet, so we worked on reports on our old-fashioned typewriters.  Back then they seemed quite modern though.  The Selectric II had the little “type ball”, or “golf ball” with the characters on it – and the ability to backspace and correct.  No more typing erasers – we could erase with the touch of a button!

IBM Selectric II typewriter
IBM Selectric II typewriter

My parents told me, “Finish your dinner.  People in China and India are starving.”  I tell my daughters, “Finish your homework.  People in India and China are starving for your job.”  – Thomas L. Friedman

I called it a "type ball" & my boss called it a "golf ball"
I called it a “type ball” & my boss called it a “golf ball”

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect!  – Owens Lee Pomeroy

The bank was at 3rd and Main in downtown Wichita.  Lunch was a big deal for the secretaries and the Woolworth lunch counter was a favorite!  We walked to lunch when the weather was nice.  I remember how good it felt to get out and walk after being cooped up inside all morning.  Woolworth’s was in the 200 block of Douglas, so we didn’t have far to go.

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Woolworth’s had an old-fashioned feel to it, probably because it had been there for such a long time!  They had one of those little photo booths where you and maybe one other person could snuggle up and get a photo taken for a dime.  The lunch counter was quaint like an old-time soda fountain – again, because that’s what it was.  My favorite for lunch was the taco salad.  They made a terrific taco salad!

 It’s never safe to be nostalgic about something until you’re absolutely certain there’s no chance of its coming back.  – Bill Vaughn

Maybe that taco salad tasted so much better because I knew I was making the money that paid for it.  It gives comfort to a soul to know they are self-supporting and able to earn a comfortable living, earn the respect of co-workers, earn the right to enjoy life and be happy.

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had, for the first involves knowledge and pleasure, the second only ignorance and pain.  – Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960

God has been so good to me through the years!  I have some very good memories, and I’ll always remember the lunches we enjoyed at the Woolworth lunch counter!  🙂

INTERNATIONAL MOTHER LANGUAGE DAY

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My friends at school used to tell me how lucky I was to be an only child because I got a bedroom all to myself.  Well, let me tell you, there’s a down side.  If something went South, there was nobody to blame.  It was on me.  I had to tow the mark, walk the line, straighten up and fly right and stop crying or I’d be given a reason to cry.  Empty threats?  Oh no.

I cherished the little spurts of freedom I got as a teenager.  I didn’t have a mother, I had a smother; you know, a mother that smothers and controls.  It’s not an insult – it’s a fact.  We both knew it and discussed it quite often.  I loved her madly, but at times she drove me mad.  I’m surprised I know how to tie my own shoelaces.  Every time I’d start to do something, I’d hear, “Oh honey, let me do that for you – you might hurt yourself.”

So I’m completely helpless today because I was not given the opportunity to do anything for myself.  Of course, today I am forced to do most things for myself.  Wow – I’m still alive, isn’t that great?

As a teenager I looked forward to sitting with the other teens at church on Wednesday nights.  I couldn’t sit with them on Sundays because I had to play the piano for service.  I was stuck on the front row, piano side from the time I was twelve years old.  That’s not where a teenager wants to sit in church.  Sigh.

On Wednesdays I got to be a kid and hang out with my friends.  We whispered and giggled and had some fun – until I made eye contact with my mom.  It was the LOOK…  that, “Just wait till I get you home” look.  Every daughter knows it.  You are soon to be toast and you know it.

The most free I felt as a teen was when our church group went out for a bike ride.  Here in Wichita we have a bike path that runs from 13th street clear to O.J. Watson Park.  It was a different time in the early 1970’s.  Sure, we had to worry about BTK, but other than that, it was fairly safe here.  We didn’t have to wear helmets or anything like that – we just showed up with our ten speeds and took off – it was great!  No parents and no responsibilities – just fun! 

I remember the wind in my hair and feeling free.  My life was one big responsibility – not that it can’t be fun, but not as fun as this!  I couldn’t mess this up, right?  There was no right or wrong – just fun. 

The car my folks drove was very distinctive.  Not because it was shiny and new, but because it was an older model car.  It was a 1968 Chevy Bel Aire.  I knew that car.  It was the car I drove to school later on – trust me, I knew the car.  Our biking group got about halfway down the bike path and took a little break.  We got off our bikes and walked around and I remember thinking, “This is really great!”  Then I happened to look up to see my folks driving by – my mom waving at me as though she was excited that I was still in one piece.  There’s that smother language talking at me again.  Sigh.

It was love and concern and I knew it.  I just shook it off, got back on my bike and kept riding.  I tried not to think of it as a lack of confidence on their part.  Sometimes I admit I saw it that way, but then deep down I knew they just didn’t want to lose me.  It can be overwhelming when you are at an age when all you want to do is try your wings and be trusted.  I really wanted them to develop some confidence in my abilities.  Nah…  didn’t happen.

Until you know that life is interesting – and find it so – you haven’t found your soul.   – Geoffrey Fisher

The language between a mother and daughter is very special.  There was more to our relationship than “the look” when she turned around to scold me in church, or the mad waving from the car when she realized I could ride my bike down the bike path without riding into the Arkansas River.  There were winks and thumbs ups and hugs and a sign language that only I could decode.

That loving smother talk just meant that she cared for me – a lot.  ❤