“The words are not good for the secret meaning, everything always becomes a bit different,
as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit, a bit silly—yes,
and this is also very good, and I like it a lot, I also very much agree with this,
that this what is one man’s treasure and wisdom always sounds like
foolishness to another person.”
(a bunch of wilted and rotting swiss chard in the trash / Julie Cook / 2018)
Or so that was the impetus behind my wanting to start a blog 5…ish years ago..
I was a retired teacher who still had things to “teach”…
or so I figured.
But then ‘it’ happened.
It happened not all at once but rather it came upon gradually…slowly and almost undetected.
It was life and we all know life brings with it…change.
But that didn’t mean that I didn’t have musings or things I still felt compelled
I needed to “teach”…
I did and I do.
Take for example the above image of the spent swiss chard.
I like swiss chard.
I grew it myself once when I use to have a garden.
I had a garden when I first started blogging.
I blogged about my garden…
then ‘it’ happened.
Life happened and things changed and now I don’t have a garden to blog about.
So now I buy swiss chard at the grocery store.
I like to chop it and sautee it with bacon, onions, a little chicken broth and salt and pepper.
The swiss chard you’re looking at is in the trash.
As has been the last five or so bunches of swiss chard I’ve brought in oh so many weeks.
They’ve all been sent to the rubbish bin…because ‘it’ happened.
Life happened and my swiss chard wilted and got past its prime and I had to throw it out.
Life can be that way…wasteful as well as expensive.
Life can also grow and expand or it can shrink and shrivel.
(two cousins enjoying the human’s couch / Julie Cook / 2018)
I had two cats when I started my blog.
I still have the two cats, but I also have a granddog that has come to stay with us since her new
human baby sister arrived.
They’re all staying with us.
Because ‘it’ happened.
Life brought new life and old life had to go back to work so now older life is caring for the
new life and the two cats and the dog.
And since all these lives are currently living under our roof,
I find that I visit places like the grocery store and Target a lot more often then I use to.
And sadly waste more and more and more swiss chard as life keeps getting in the way.
Take for example yesterday when I had to go to Target for a few things for the new life currently
living under our roof.
Look what I saw for sale…
Politically Correct band-aids.
For when life gives us boo boos.
They are marketed as diverse band-aids.
Kind of like a Crayola crayon box—talk about diversity in a box.
Because even band-aids have now decided to be all about diversity and the politically correct.
“Genius” some would muse.
“Why didn’t I think of that” others would lament.
All the while I look at traditional band-aids while shaking my head as I know they match
my skin tone about as much as a strip of duct tape does.
Simply put, they don’t.
So let’s not pretend that cream colored band-aids are just for creamed colored folks…
Next, we’ll be changing the color of gauze or surgical tape…
I think the clear band-aids were more along the lines of correctness.
These stips of sticky color are just one more example of members of the bandwagon
jumping on that proverbial train ride while touting that diversity brings everyone together…
yet failing to understand that diversity is really all about splintering.
And then there were these desk signs…
I’m a girl.
I have a granddaughter.
I’m all for equal pay for equal work no matter who’s doing the work…
But if the furture is all about being female…where does that leave our male population?
And where will that leave the making of more males and yes, more females…???
Another example of all things marketing taking life to the same level of
the militant movements of activism…
Hurray for more militant activism…
But happily, I am pulled back to thinking about that new life currently,
yet temporarily, living under our roof.
She got very sick this past week.
Life threw us a tremendous curveball.
A frightening, scary, grab you by the collar, curveball.
When we got home from the second hospital, after a very frightening couple of days
of touch and go, her grandfather presented her with her first bouquet of flowers.
See…this is what life and new life can do to older life.
It can make older life think and do things it normally would not have thought about
or done before…
Like walk up the sidewalk to a store selling flowers in order to bring the sickly little
new life a pot of pretty purple flowers.
Which brings us to a hard part of new life.
Some new life is all about, well, life…sleep is not an important factor…
because sleep precludes one from , well, taking it all in.
It gets in the way of eating, being held, having diapers changed and missing out
on the older lives scattered about.
And so we now introduce the Finnbin
A couple of years back, before I had this new life in my life, I read an article about
babies in Nordic countries who sleep outside—even in the dead of winter.
Parents make no never mind about meeting up at a cafe for a coffee while their babies hang out,
outside in the sub-zero temps, bundled up, yet happy as little snuggly clams.
They claim babies sleep better out in the fresh air versus inside…
makes sense as I have been known to go a bit stir crazy when I can’t get outside.
I thought the concept intriguing at the time and that perhaps our Nordic friends
were on to something.
And so when this new life came into my life and had a nice new crib, a functional pack and play
and two Mama Roos yet still found sleep elusive,
I recalled the story of our Nordic friends and the other stories I’d seen about
Finnish babies sleeping in boxes…
A box seemed a bit safer then shoving the new life outside to fin for herself in a stroller.
And so, in desperation…I found the Finnbins.
Boxes for baby sleeping—albeit made in America, The Finnbin is a Finnish style sleeping
The concept tips its hat to the Finnish Government providing all new parents-to-be with
a baby sleeping box full of all kinds of goodies for new parents to be.
Finnbins make great gifts for expectant parents.
We’re hoping it will provide a happy and much cheaper alternative spot to this new life’s
other more expensive sleeping devices.
Or maybe the stroller will just have to do….
Maybe I’ll go to the store tomorrow and pick up a new bunch of swiss chard…
My son, pay attention to what I say;
turn your ear to my words.
Do not let them out of your sight,
keep them within your heart;
for they are life to those who find them
and health to one’s whole body.
Above all else, guard your heart,
for everything you do flows from it.
Keep your mouth free of perversity;
keep corrupt talk far from your lips.
Let your eyes look straight ahead;
fix your gaze directly before you.
Give careful thought to the paths for your feet
and be steadfast in all your ways.
Do not turn to the right or the left;
keep your foot from evil.