I'm blessed with lungs that can expel more air than most and trained extensively in the rudimentary controls, I've become adept at being loud. I talk. I charm. I ease. I can yell harm or warning. I can whisper love and sweet nothings, calm from lips. I have become the double edged sword of the tongue, but now is the time to sheath that sword, the time to listen, the time for vulnerable peace in the face of the storm. The bravado that isolates may not be the strength that protects, heals, and allows for growth. Faith, not in the sword, but in the sword maker.
So now I wait, in unfamiliar silent frailty to see the protection of the maker, of me, the future, my gifts, my job, my love.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Do more than Survive.
One would hope that you do more than survive, thrive.
I often wonder why so many people do what they think "ought" to be done instead of what they want to be done? Unless their is a moral/legal imperative against something, why not do it? If you can do something, why not do something that makes you happy?
Perhaps the root lies in our subconscious breeding, a strange mix of the protestant work ethic, Victorian stoicism, and the general working-class idea of life-as-suffering. Although I do believe in a life of some restraint, why be miserable?
That said, I think my camera and a new paintball gun are calling me. After all, it is my day off.
I often wonder why so many people do what they think "ought" to be done instead of what they want to be done? Unless their is a moral/legal imperative against something, why not do it? If you can do something, why not do something that makes you happy?
Perhaps the root lies in our subconscious breeding, a strange mix of the protestant work ethic, Victorian stoicism, and the general working-class idea of life-as-suffering. Although I do believe in a life of some restraint, why be miserable?
That said, I think my camera and a new paintball gun are calling me. After all, it is my day off.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
What a coincidence!
I should clarify that ALL of these issues were unknown until yesterday morning:
I went downstairs to retrieve a plastic tote for Angel to swap seasonal cloths. While down there, I heard water dripping (never good).
I discovered a very leaky shut-off valve in the hot-water-tank's cold water intake and the valve came apart when I tried to fix it (over 50 years old). I shut off the house's water and went to Home Depot for a replacment valve. With additional muscle (and know-how) from my father-in-law, the valve was replaced and I turned the water back on to the house.
With the water back on, I was watching for leaks and noticed that the gas vent on the water tank was swiss-cheese and had been knocked loose by the earlier pipe-persuasion. CO alert! I'm sure the only thing saving us in the past ten years had been the general draftiness of the basement/house.
While inspecting the damage to the exhaust pipe, I heard a 'snapping" noise and got dripped on as the dish washer kicked into a new cycle. Looking up, I noticed electricity arching to a pipe and water coming through a hole in the floor above me.
A sensor in the dishwasher above my head had given out and was now pouring a few gallons of water into the basement and on to my head. Luckless, or not, it was draining down the power wire and through a hole in the floor instead of into the rest of the kitchen. My earlier electrician/carpenter job was not water proof and ran right by the pipes I had just fixed.
That night, after the whole string of events, I couldn't sleep for some reason. To settle my fears, I walked around the house and checked the various detectors; all of the fire detectors on the ground floor had low batteries and the CO detector... had a dead battery.
Maybe my oldest daughter's malaise has been a coincidence, the strain of a growth spurt. Maybe my own narcoleptic feelings have been from lack of sleep and stress... but maybe not. Whatever the cause, one possibility has hopefully been eliminated.
What a coincidence.
I went downstairs to retrieve a plastic tote for Angel to swap seasonal cloths. While down there, I heard water dripping (never good).
I discovered a very leaky shut-off valve in the hot-water-tank's cold water intake and the valve came apart when I tried to fix it (over 50 years old). I shut off the house's water and went to Home Depot for a replacment valve. With additional muscle (and know-how) from my father-in-law, the valve was replaced and I turned the water back on to the house.
With the water back on, I was watching for leaks and noticed that the gas vent on the water tank was swiss-cheese and had been knocked loose by the earlier pipe-persuasion. CO alert! I'm sure the only thing saving us in the past ten years had been the general draftiness of the basement/house.
While inspecting the damage to the exhaust pipe, I heard a 'snapping" noise and got dripped on as the dish washer kicked into a new cycle. Looking up, I noticed electricity arching to a pipe and water coming through a hole in the floor above me.
A sensor in the dishwasher above my head had given out and was now pouring a few gallons of water into the basement and on to my head. Luckless, or not, it was draining down the power wire and through a hole in the floor instead of into the rest of the kitchen. My earlier electrician/carpenter job was not water proof and ran right by the pipes I had just fixed.
That night, after the whole string of events, I couldn't sleep for some reason. To settle my fears, I walked around the house and checked the various detectors; all of the fire detectors on the ground floor had low batteries and the CO detector... had a dead battery.
Maybe my oldest daughter's malaise has been a coincidence, the strain of a growth spurt. Maybe my own narcoleptic feelings have been from lack of sleep and stress... but maybe not. Whatever the cause, one possibility has hopefully been eliminated.
What a coincidence.
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