Saturday, September 14, 2019

The Long Hot Summer

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Fall is one week away, but today the temperature records in Atlanta were shattered.  Instead of the mid 80’s, we have had 97-99 temperatures for the past week.  The last time it was this hot in Atlanta was in 1900.  We finally got some rain, but everything is suffering. My low energy level is a product of this extreme heat. If I don’t get my errands done in the morning, they don’t happen.  Regardless of what some people think, there is not a whole lot I can do to change the weather patterns. What caused the heat back in 1900 in Atlanta and what is causing the heat today are probably not the same weather process. 

It is said that the invention of the air conditioner allowed the South to rise again after the decimation of the Civil War.  The first air conditioner was invented in 1902 by Willis Carrier, not to keep humans cool but to keep factory equipment from overheating. My first experience with an air conditioner was in 1958 when I visited my sister in Atlanta for the first time.  The heavy-duty window unit helped to keep my upstairs bedroom cool in the hot Georgia summer.

I am ready for the cooler weather of fall.  The stores are filled with darker colored clothes, sweaters, and boots. I am ready for a wardrobe update, but it will have to wait a while longer. My plans to make my winter staples of soups and stews have been put on hold too. Today I saw a display of forlorn looking gourds and pumpkins in front of the grocery store.  They looked out of place and slightly shrunken from the intense heat. 

Many trees are trying to turn to fall colors, but I’m afraid they will go from green to shriveled brown.  What a disappointment that will be.  I checked the weather in the town where I was born in upstate New York.  The daytime temperatures average in the upper sixties and nighttime in the upper 40’s.  They will have beautiful trees by the end of this month.  I do miss that annual colorful display.

Wouldn’t it be nice to save some of this heat and release it next January?  Then I will be complaining about something else.  A Bible verse comes to mind: “This is the day the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be glad in it.” Psalm 118:24   No matter what each day brings, we all have so much to be thankful for.  I was challenged recently to write down three things I am grateful for each day and to thank God for each one and to share that list with others.

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The first item on my list is to thank God for you, my blog readers.  Some of you have followed me for the past seven years since I started writing. You are the reason I write.  Your support keeps me sitting at my computer asking God to help me put words on paper. When you comment and share my blog post, it means so much.  God bless.

Thursday, August 22, 2019

A Turn in the Road

In recent weeks, I’ve learned that I am not too old to go in a new direction.  Senior adults—me included—are notorious for not wanting to change their living conditions, schedules, habits, or affiliations with friends and groups.  We enjoy the routine and similarity of each day and don’t want to be jarred out of our comfort zones.

After 23 years of love and loyalty to our church, Charles and I are being led to find a new one. It started in January of this year when we realized the distance and traffic on our route to church had become more of an issue than ever before.  The still, small voice of God spoke to my heart and said we needed to find a church closer to home.  I didn’t tell Charles about my feelings at the time, because I knew we didn’t want to leave our close-knit group of friends with whom we study the Bible, worship, and share life.

Charles is still a top-notch day and night driver in all weather conditions. He can navigate the interstates with the best of them and I can ride with him anywhere.  Not so for me.  My night driving skills have changed, and I avoid heavy traffic on the interstates at all costs.  When it’s raining, my driving skills really deteriorate.  We had already changed doctors and dentists and other providers in order to stay within a less than five-mile radius of home.

Recent developments in our church and issues that no one saw coming six months ago have confirmed that my earlier thoughts and urgings were preparing me for the inevitable. Theological differences with our pastor and staff helped us realize, it is time to move on.  We are not too old to go in a different direction after all.

Our friends will still be friends.  It will just take more effort to see them and communicate with them. We have no idea at this point where we will find the right church for us.  But God knows where he wants us to worship and serve.  He will lead us in the future just as he has in the past.

The Bible verse from Jeremiah 29:11 will be my anchor for the next several months.

“For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Friday, July 19, 2019

The Rocket Scientist

Where were you on July 16, 1969? Most people were gathered around their small televisions to watch grainy live footage of Neil Armstrong take his “first small step for a man, and one giant leap for mankind.”  We sat our 18-month-old son on a kids-sized chair in front of the TV so he could see history in the making.

The USA celebrated the three men launched by the Saturn rocket who made their way to lunar orbit and the two men who walked on the moon’s surface.  Little did I know that twenty-seven years later that I would marry a rocket scientist who worked on the Apollo program to make the moon walk possible.

For two and a half years—from 1964-1967--Charles worked with Lockheed Missiles & Space in Huntsville, Alabama on two engineering challenges of the Saturn V rocket. They were both unsteady aerodynamic problems that could cause grave structural damage to the launch vehicle.  He explained these problems to me several times before I could understand them enough to share them with you.

The Saturn V was so light and limber, the engineers described it as a “wet noodle.” Like a flagpole in the wind, oscillating vortex flows from strong ground winds could cause the whole vehicle to shake from side to side and fall off the launch pad. Charles’ experience in aerodynamics prepared him to learn about these unsteady oscillating air flows.

The second challenge concerned the small rocket or launch escape system on top of the Apollo command module. The concern was it would vibrate excessively and cause the Saturn V rocket to wobble and come apart during takeoff. His group had to measure the oscillating frequency of the launch escape system to see how much it would shake the whole vehicle.

The research conducted by the Lockheed engineers contributed to NASA’s understanding of what to expect during the lunar mission. It was fortunate none of these problems occurred and the launch and return to earth was successful. According to Charles, it was challenging work where he learned mathematical principles that apply to his vortex control work today.

Scientific research by unsung heroes who did the grunt work necessary for a successful effort made the moon landing possible. Much of life is like that.  It’s the behind-the-scenes folks who care for the sick, teach the children, and keep the office running (to name a few) who make it possible for others to succeed.

During this third week of July as you gaze into the sky and enjoy the Full Moon, or as others call it the Hay Moon, the Buck Moon, or the Wort Moon, remember this quote by President Ronald Reagan.

“There is no limit to the amount of good you can do,
if you don’t care who gets the credit.”

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Words Matter

“One day you will tell your story of how you’ve overcome what you’re going through now, and it will become part of someone else’s survival guide.”  (Suspended Coffee-blog post quote)

That one day arrives much sooner than we think.  The necessary gobbles up so much time, not much is left for contemplation and creativity.  The impetus to finish Charles’ memoir, Chasing a Whirlwind, became more real this past week when I read about the sudden death of Jennifer Kennedy Dean.  She was a writer extraordinaire on the Christian’s prayer life and spiritual growth. She wrote dozens of books on those vital topics.    She had not been sick, and I am sure she didn’t wake up that morning expecting it to be her last.

I wake up every morning determined to get back to editing Charles’ book, and before I know it the day has gone.  I sure can’t blame Charles. He has given me page after page of material to edit and massage into a story format. So now it is up to me—no pressure, right?

The same has been true with my blog writing in June. I’ve neglected it far too long. First, we spent a very busy week working in our church’s Vacation Bible School. Both Charles and I were at the church by 8 am each day setting up for the boys’ and girls’ arrival.  He manned the parking lot making sure everyone was safe. At the registration table, my workers and I passed out name tags and helped the kids find their rooms. We were done in by the end of the week, but so glad to have been a part of the VBS team.

We spent the next week working with a realtor to help my son find a new place to live. Apartment rents in this area are sky high, so he needed to find a better fit for his budget. We looked at over a dozen places and  agreed  on a townhouse closer to his children.

Finally, we were able to take a week’s vacation in the mountains.  We traveled to Highlands, North Carolina and soaked in the mid-70’s temperatures and the beauty of the hills and valleys around every bend and curve.  Charles hiked, I shopped, and we both enjoyed being away from home and all our responsibilities.

Now it is time to put aside all the going and doing and get back to the business of writing.  A change of pace is good, but there is also a lot to be said about routine and quiet times.

Tomorrow I will take Mark Twain’s admonition to heart and kick my book writing into motion.

“The secret of getting ahead is getting started.”

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Hedgehogs & Computer-itis

The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) have issued several warnings to the public about the danger of Salmonella. The “Don’t Kiss or Cuddle Hedgehogs” warning was issued in January 2019, and today the CDC warned about the dangers of backyard poultry.

“Don’t let backyard poultry inside the house, especially in areas where food or drink is prepared, served, or stored. Poultry should not be kept in day cares, preschools, hospitals, or nursing homes. Don’t kiss backyard poultry, or snuggle them and then touch your face or mouth.”

The CDC didn’t need to warn me about hedgehogs and backyard chickens.  I have never and will never kiss hedgehogs and backyard chickens, let them into my house, or snuggle with them.

I’m also not in the habit of kissing or snuggling up to my computer, but it still has infected me with a virus and a bad case of computer-itis. I’m late writing my blog for May because my email has been most uncooperative—in fact, it quit working in Outlook all together.

Enter my two late bloomer husband’s attempt to fix it. His well-meaning efforts fell short when he allowed an unknown computer tech company access to my computer. They immediately started fixing things that didn’t need fixing and selling him an expensive plan to beef up my anti-virus and malware protection. 

And my email still did not work.  In fact, my email inbox showed that I now had 43,000+ unread messages.  My computer is only six years old and every email and spam message since 2013 suddenly showed up in my inbox. Yikes!  I thought that stuff was long gone. I even beat Hillary in the number of deleted emails.  How come they couldn’t find hers?

My inbox was over stuffed and no new messages could arrive. In the past few days, I’ve deleted over 12,000 messages —50 at a time—anymore and the email locks up.  I found over 1000 Costco messages and an equal number from Amazon and other stores, along with hundreds more from every online site I’ve visited.  Do these companies have nothing more to do than to bombard my inbox with their ads?

In addition, my Facebook messenger site was hacked by someone sending out messages in my name.  Some of my friends let me know of the suspicious activity.  Now I need to change my Facebook password.

I’m actively deleting my consumer and shopping history, so that I can get back to business.  How much of my life has been controlled by my online usage?  It’s a reality check.  Computers help us in wonderful ways, but create their own set of problems.  At some point I also need to delete hundreds of emails from my cell phone before it shuts down.  I spend too much of my time on line to the exclusion of other important efforts and spiritual pursuits.  I think God has gotten my attention and I’d better listen.

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

New Paint

It’s easy to become satisfied with what is old and comfortable—a faded bathrobe, baggy sweats, stretched-out shoes. Shaking things up takes work and effort. We resist doing things in a new and different way. Getting out of our comfort zone and taking on new challenges is even harder the older we get.

Sticking with the old and comfortable had to go if we were going to paint the interior of our house. We knew that moving furniture and taking down pictures and window treatments would reveal lots of dust and dirt. We’d look at the cracks in the sheet rock, the scuffed-up walls, and chipped baseboards and one of us would say, “We really do need to paint, but it’s so much work.” This spring, we decided to bite the bullet.

Picking out a paint color, a painting contractor, and a start date was half the battle. Once we made a commitment, we dove into the packing and moving process. We decided not to paint our sun room now so we could use that room for storage.  Charles had the unenviable task of taking down wall decor and window treatments that hadn’t been dusted in quite a while. I packed up all my glassware and dust collectors scattered around the house. By the end of day two, we were both coughing and sneezing. But there was no time to stop. We unloaded our master closet, made a mound on our bed, and covered our clothes with a tarp.

Fortunately, we have a finished basement with a sofa bed. We piled 6” of padding on top of the mattress to make it bearable for five or six nights.  We hauled clothes, food, and dishes down the stairs for our week of “glamping.” If you don’t know that term, it means camping with some of the luxuries of home, such as a bathroom and kitchen facilities. Is there any other way?

The painters hope to finish today, and our physical labor will begin again–in reverse order. Take everything back upstairs, unload the boxes, and take our clothes off our bed. The best part is that everything will smell and look clean, and we vow to keep it that way, at least for a while.

During our recent Easter celebration, we were reminded by our pastor that with the Resurrection of Jesus, everything became new. Living life encumbered by sin, the fear of death, and a secular world view has to go in order to fully embrace the new gift God wants to give us. 

We each have a choice to make. We can leave the dust and dirt in our lives, or pack it up and make a fresh start. When we        choose to let God’s Spirit dwell in us, we receive his                forgiveness, joy, and love. Only  then will we become new inside and out.


“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” (2 Corinthians 5:17).

Thursday, March 28, 2019

A Spring in My Step

Spring is a much anticipated time of the year that I eagerly await – until it gets here. Then I have to face some of the more challenging things about the season.

  • The sun doesn’t come up until after 8:00 am and I have a harder time getting out of bed in the dark. Thanks Daylight Savings Time.
  • The deck and car is covered in yellow dust and there is a haze of pollen in the air.  I am using more antihistamines, eye drops, and nose sprays just to make it through the day.
  • My closet is a jumbled mess. Heavier clothes need to be cleaned and boots packed away.
  • Dust bunnies are visible in the late afternoon sun reminding me it’s time for spring cleaning.
  • Baby squirrels busily destroy my container garden of pansies and tulips before we discover their nest under our grill cover.

As new life springs up all around, I am also reminded of the enjoyable aspects of this time of year.

  • The ornamental fruit trees are dressed in white, pink, and purple blossoms. The red and orange leaves on oak and maple trees gradually fade into green.
  • Catalogs arrive with page after page of colorful spring fashions that tempt me to order the latest and greatest.
  • My too late bloomer husband agrees to use on sale coupons and take his semi-annual shopping trip for his furnishings.
  • Reminders of the Easter season and the new life experienced in Christ are in the stores and even on the History Channel (Jesus: His Life.)
  • My thankful heart rejoices in all the challenges and joys that this season of renewal has to offer.