September Books, A Recipe, & Other Tidbits

I'm making myself sit down and write this post before I gather my things and trek off to town. I have no burning urge to write, but it's a new month, and I should at least tell you about the books I read in September. I can hardly believe this year, with the goal to read four books a month, has only three more months in it!! How?

1. Top left: Enthralling, inspiring, heart-twisting read. 

2. Top right: Interesting in a "I never thought of it like that" kind of way. 

3: Bottom left: Oof. One of those books I could turn right around and listen to again and learn just as much as I did the first time. 

4. Bottom right: Another one of the Cottage Tales of Beatrix Potter. 

I also listened to Excellent Women and The Vanderbeekers and the Secret Garden. I'm finding that with school back in session, listening to books is my go to. I ended up with a lot of audio books coming in that I had holds on, so I listened to more!

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Our family has always eaten a fair amount of rice, and I generally felt like I could produce a decent kettle with the preparation method I grew up using. Occasionally it wouldn't turn out right though, and I would be frustrated with not being able to figure out what I had done wrong? Sometime this summer, when my stove was occupied with canners and I wanted rice for supper, I googled 'recipes for making rice in the oven'. I'm not sure that I'll ever make rice on the stove top again! Every person in my family declares that it tastes better, and it turns out perfectly fluffy every single time.

Easy Oven Baked Rice:

1) Preheat oven to 375 degrees.                          2) Place 2 C rice and 1 1/2 tsp salt in a 9x13 pan. 

3) In a saucepan, bring 3 1/2 C water and 3 T butter to a boil.  

4) Pour boiling water over rice in pan.          5) Cover tightly with foil and bake for 25 minutes.  

6) Remove from oven. 

7) Allow to rest 5-10 min.    

8) Fluff with fork and enjoy!

(Notes: For Sunday lunch, when I wanted chicken in the oven while we were at church, I made the rice in the morning, left it covered, and wrapped it in a heavy towel. Worked great. Also, for 1 C rice use 1 3/4 C water, 2 T butter and 1 tsp salt.)

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Other September tidbits.....

Lillian had a birthday and made herself a tiny, layered, pumpkin cake...

Sometimes we feel very watched...

Took a little day trip to meet up with my sister from Indiana. The only two pictures I have to show for it are the one above (seen along my way) and the one below (bought at a thrift store we went to). Those were not necessarily the highlights of the day!

Our church spent last weekend together

 at a retreat center.

Favorite memory made was connecting with other puzzle lovers around this table...

I am not the biggest fan of Fall

but the weather this week has been absolutely gorgeous!

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In closing, a favorite quote from Braving The Wilderness (one I will be reminding myself of over and over): 

"Stop walking through the world looking for confirmation that you don't belong."

August In Pictures

Contrary to the sound of my last post, I have not been spending all my days with tears in my eyes and a tissue box close at hand. As usual with me, the dreading of change is often worse than change itself. The last couple of weeks have had their share of adjustments and change, but they have also been good ones. Re-telling August strictly through pictures, it appears that the month wasn't all that bad either...

We got two kittens from our former foster girl and her family. They have provided so much entertainment this month! I love cats. 

We spent a lovely day at the lake. It's been ages since I took all five! Have to say, it was quite a bit easier than it used to be, but just as good for the soul. 

I tried a couple of new recipes...

Had a sleepover one night...

Discovered at supper time one evening that our water wasn't working.

 Between kind neighbors (who brought us water and watermelon and parts for the pump) and a kind church friend (who came over and worked in the dark) the problem was fixed before bed time!

Just Jasmine, painting a picture for a friend instead of working on packing, as one does...

We went on a family bike ride one evening. The short story is that it was a gorgeous evening and the trail and family time were idyllic. The longer version is that by the time we arrived at the bike trail and got everyone situated and on bikes, I was wondering why I ever thought it would be a fun thing to do? In spite of the hiccups, it was an absolutely lovely and fun evening. 

The 'moral of the lesson'? Don't let the hiccups stop you from doing things. 

I grew up in a family of school teachers, and helping Isaac with bulletin boards, etc has been nostalgic and fun. 

(I title this picture: "When you could literally spend two minutes writing the jobs out, but instead you spend an hour drawing pictures to illustrate them." What can I say? Some of us can't help ourselves.)

Jasmine left for Sattler College

Not pictured - me, in the back seat of the car in the Walmart parking lot, while my girls film for their YouTube video. You can watch it here. Their little hobby has turned out to be a very effective tool for forcing them to get along. The process hasn't always been fun, but I love watching their creativity and seeing the ways they have learned to navigate their differences.

School started!

Fall is coming... Pulling out this one, ginormous, cucumber plant!

The mom and fawn that visit our

 yard most mornings...

And last, but not least -- 

my four books in August:

1. Top left - the second book in

The Cottage Tales of Beatrix Potter

great books to read just for fun

2. Top right - A book that I waded through, and felt like I was in over my head 

most of the time

3. Bottom left - Listened on Libby & enjoyed

4. Bottom right - The brand new book about the Haiti kidnapping! Fantastic writing, as usual, by Katrina Hoover Lee

And now... Hello September!

Dear Mom

How I've wished I could talk to you these past few months, mom! 

Back in June, when my oldest daughter trekked off to Boston for Sattler College's High-school Week, I was happy to let her go. I must confess, I was also secretly happy that she already had the perfect job secured here at home, and multiple places she wanted to go in the next year. That, coupled with my oldest agreeing to teach at our church school, ensured me another year with all five at home. When she called at the end of the week, and informed her dad that she'd really like to return to Boston in the fall of this year, that's when I started thinking of you, mom. 

Your oldest went off to teach school out of state when she was 19 -- how did that feel, mom? Did you want to tell her to wait a year; that she had lots of time to do these things? Did you want to caution her against impulsiveness? Did you mourn the loss of one more year with everyone home? As your youngest, at three, I don't remember anything about how you felt, mom. But I can imagine!

How did you handle the feelings, mom? From the initial jolt of 'No, this can't be happening' to 'It is happening, and I want to be supportive', how did you navigate? Mothering adults is a whole new playing field, and I've spent this whole summer floundering, and thinking of you over and over, mom. 

When I watched my 20 year old drive off to Pennsylvania for five weeks of training in preparation to teach school; nerves on high alert, dreading the unknown. When I took his phone calls, and tried to troubleshoot an unfamiliar washing machine and listened to long, excited explanations of the books he was reading. 

When I sent my 18 year old off on an airplane for a week in Boston; eyes bright, and excitement high. When I absorbed the news that the next school year was not going to look like I had pictured, and I wrestled with fear and uncertainty and sadness.

When our summer became consumed with flurries of red tape and preparation, and I mourned the loss of a "normal" summer vacation. When it became apparent that, in many ways, children leave the nest before they're ever actually gone. When I caught my heart distancing itself, so as not to feel the pain. 

When I listened to my son, bubbling over with school ideas, and heading off to the classroom day after day to prepare. When I felt, all in the same moment, the warm fuzzies of pride and the gripping hand of anxiety -- "He's so creative; I love to see him shine!" "But these people all know him too well; what if his students don't like him at all?"

You watched your children leave/ begin new adventures many, many times over the course of their adulthood, how did you do it, mom? 

Boston Bound!

I remember some of how you did it. I remember you cutting out letters for bulletin boards, and fixing finicky sewing projects. I remember you helping to pack suitcases, and slipping in little extras. I remember you ironing the shirts, and buying all the things, and helping with last minute details for school activities. I remember you being there, and doing all the things; what I don't remember, mom, is how you felt. 

Did your heart twist at the changes? Did you resent, even just a little bit, all the time you poured into helping us get all our ducks in a row? Did you sometimes want to remind us that you had a life too? Did you sometimes want to say "If you're going to leave, let's get it over with?" Did you sometimes wish we'd be around a little more to pitch in with all the ducks you needed to keep in a row? Did you sometimes feel so much love, and pride in what your children were pursuing and becoming, that you wondered how you could ever feel anything but gratitude and humility? Did your eyes spill tears at the oddest times and stay dry as could be at others?

I can't ask you any of these questions, mom. But the truth is, I have a sneaking suspicion you wouldn't really have many answers anyway. The fact is, it would probably be kind of like when young moms ask me about pregnancy and tiny babies -- so much of the drama of those times has faded in my memory. None of the details seem nearly as exacerbating now, as they did in the moment. I'm guessing someday the events of this summer will seem much the same. 

So, while I've thought of you often these past months, mom, and I've wished I could ask you a myriad of questions, I guess maybe the things I remember are more important than the things that I don't, and your example is all the answers I really need. 

Love, Bethany

Back to School...

Charles - 4th grade

Lillian - 8th grade

Jennifer - Freshman

Isaac - 7th & 8th grade Teacher

And Jasmine, 

And her new home in Boston, 

Where she will be attending 

Sattler College for their 

One Year Certificate in Biblical Studies 

Farewell July

 Dear July, 

I would say that I am sad to see you go, but that would not be entirely true. I am actually quite happy to give your ridiculously topsy turvy self a shove out the door and proclaim 'good riddance'!

I am sad that you didn't deliver the things July should be made of -- lake days, road trips, picnics, bike rides, library trips... you really failed to deliver, and now you're gone and there's no going back. 

Instead, you delivered fevers and headaches and back to back days of laying on beds and recliners and couches. You delivered a rash and two weeks of antibiotics for Lyme. 

You delivered exhaustion and naps and half hearted enthusiasm to give to girls going to camp.

And grudging endurance for entertaining the lonely only child left at home who was bored out of his mind. 

You delivered a toothache, and carefully eating on one side of the mouth and turning down yummy, crunchy things like the abundant cucumbers from plants gone wild. 

And then, you delivered a tooth extraction and barely eating at all. 

So you see, my dear July, for all of these reasons, I am not at all sad to see you go! 

For a while, I thought you would even rob me of the joy of reading my four books in a month. One cannot read books when one is feverish and head-achy, nor even when one is exhausted and constantly napping. But, I did indeed reach my goal. (Even though I started an audio book and gave it up and started a long awaited, highly praised, self-help book and became so annoyed with my lack of ability to concentrate and threw in the towel on that one as well. For this reason, my list this month includes such trivialities as Mr Poppers Penguins on Libby but it counts, yes it does!)

I listened to Angela's Ashes [a little bit of an odd book, in my opinion. And, to be honest,  one that I finished mostly because I was trying to meet my goal.]

I read The Pie Lady. [Easy to read, as each chapter is a separate, little story]

I listened to Mr Poppers Penguins [my nine year old had read it recently and loved it, so I listened to it with him while I laid around on couches and recliners]

I read The Tale of Hill Top Farm [and fell in love with the Cottage Tales of Beatrix Potter]

So you see, my dear July, while you didn't deliver the things I would have wished for, you also didn't rob me of everything. I met my book reading goal, I did the laundry (mostly), I fed my people (with the help of the kind souls that live with me) and I held down all the furniture quite nicely. I also welcomed all my children back home, which pleased some of us even more greatly than others. 

I did other things too, of course. But it's easier to look around and see all the things that didn't happen and didn't get done. 

Today, on this first day of August, I am blessed to be feeling quite like my normal self again.... No more fevers, no more toothaches, no more barely eating. If my enthusiasm for the new month is somewhat squelched by looking at the calendar and seeing things like Canning That Still Needs Done, and School Begins, and Big Life Changes Ahead, then it is probably a good time to remind myself that life can be enjoyed even in the midst of it not delivering all the things one wishes that it might. 

In the end, July -- you could have been better, but you could have been so much worse. 

The End

June's Books

 

I love summer. We have been having the most glorious weather and I am loving it. 

This month I made up for only reading one complete book in May. Instead of my goal of four books, I read (or listened to) seven! Here they are, in no particular order and minimal comments. 

1. The Speed of Trust by Stephen M. R. Covey

This was a short but very fascinating book on the subject of trust. It was geared toward trust in the business world, but totally applicable to any other relationship! I listened to it on Audible.

2. Until Unity by Francis Chan

I should turn right around and read this one again. A lot to chew on. 

3. The Glass Castle by Jeannette Wells

An unbelievable but true story about the author's family who, as the back of the book says, was at once deeply dysfunctional and uniquely vibrant. 

4. Tied Up In Knotts by Karen Knotts

Karen tells the story of her father, Don Knotts (or as many of us know him better, "Barney Fife"). 

5. Letters to the Church by Fancis Chan

Another thought provoking book that will make you grapple with the way you think of church. I listened to this one on Libby.

6. The Book of Lost Friends by Lisa Wingate

 A novel based on actual "lost friends" advertisements that appeared in Southern newspapers after the Civil War. It was a good book, but her earlier bestseller Before We Were Yours is better, in my opinion. 

7.Carry On Mr Bowditch by Jean Lee Latham

My daughter left this one laying around and it was a fun, quick read. 

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What else has happened this month?

I jerry-rigged my coffee pot to do one cup of coffee more efficiently. 

Jasmine has been to Boston and back for Sattler's high-school week. We turned picking her up at the airport into a family affair and all went disc golfing afterward,  much to the oldest child's delight. 

I resurrected my old scrapbooking supplies and am finally working on putting last year's pictures of our trip out west into a photo album. I forgot how much I enjoyed that old hobby. 

Isaac left Monday for five weeks at Faith Builders in preparation for teaching at our church school this fall. This is a new experience but a long held dream of his (the teaching, that is, not so much the going to Faith Builders.) 

The girls cleaned up their spot in the woods and hung up our hammocks. I commandeer one every chance I get. 

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This is, of course, only the surface things that have gone on this month. It looks quite nice up top, but underneath there's been a lot of furious paddling. I don't feel led to talk about the churning waters, so I'll just leave you with the surface and hope that you are at least comforted to know that I am quite normal and human and that's not all of the picture.

Cheers to July and squeezing every last drop of goodness out of my favorite season!

Twenty-One Years

Our 21st anniversary was June 2. Chris planned an anniversary getaway months ago, and spoiled me with five whole nights away from home, just me and him. He chose our cabin specifically because he knew I love woods and hills and nature. 

He nailed it.

I feel so ridiculously spoiled/ blessed, I almost feel guilty to even mention it. I am so forevermore grateful for the man I am married to. 

Chris is not a polished, well dressed, soft spoken, gentlemanly kind of man. He's not the well mannered, genteel kind, who people immediately think well of and fall in love with. But anyone who knows Chris very well at all knows that underneath the unpolished surface, is a heart of gold. 

Chris is the first person that any family member would call if they needed help. Partly because he often has the best common sense advice for a situation, but mostly because they know that, day or night, he will drop what he's doing and help them out if he can. Chris is the person who will always, always, always look out for the underdog. He is the person who will call out the sin/ the wrong, and love the people in the situation anyway. There aren't many people Chris is vulnerable with, but he is staunchly loyal to his inner circle. 

As his wife, I am the recipient of the full measure of that heart of gold. 

The longer we do life together, the more sure I am that I would not want to trade the heart underneath for the polish on the outside. God knew what He was doing when He plopped the two of us together (with our vastly different personalities), and turned our terrible first impressions into friendship. He knew we would be good for each other. If you've never read the story of how we met, you can find it here. 

We had an absolutely lovely time just hanging out together. 

We took our bikes along and biked two different bike trails. We took a little day trip and toured the Rod And Staff facilities, where Chris spent many hours as a young boy because of his dad's editorial job. (This is where you're allowed to laugh at the odd things we do for fun. I laughed too.) 

We hiked a trail and discovered wild strawberries and beautiful scenery...

And these people...

Me: We look like... 

Chris: An old married couple! 

There you have it. 

We went canoeing on a slow, lazy river and reveled in the gorgeous day. 

And we talked and we talked and we talked.

And - my personal highlight - every night around 9:00, the whippoorwills would serenade us in the dim twilight.... Oh, my heart. Their song will always make my heart ache a little with memories of childhood and growing up in the hills of Arkansas!

Now it's home to the real world, where there are problems and schedules and things to be done. But I'm hanging on to that deep, deep gratefulness I felt in our oasis of time together. 

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PS. I did not read four books in the month of May. I finished one, and started three others... I have a feeling my goal is going to be a lot harder to meet in the summer months! But I'll keep working at it...

This was the book that I listened to and completed. Very interesting!

And now I must go tackle my work in the real world....