Ginny’s birthday is coming very soon. I’ve gotten an idea or two about what to get her. But the other day she surprised me with a list. She labeled it her birthday wish list. She will be turning eight. Here is her list (in order of priority):
I told my son Benjamin to dump the trash. When he came back from the dumpster he told my husband Danny someone was burning trash in a barrel. This was something important to know.
Have you found any really good books to read to your children lately? I have. Pastor Chuck Swindoll mentioned this book in a sermon when he was talking about Mom’s. The book was written in the 1920’s. It’s a story that little kids understand but has a meaning that grownups can think about. It has fantasy in it where the young readers can use their imagination. The pictures drawn with the original book aren’t beautifully detailed so the book is a bit unsuspecting in that it is a classic and one you want to keep and reread several times. The book begins with a Christmas scene. But as I looked it up on the internet, time and time again it had been made into a play for Easter. In fact the entire book is on the internet. I found it under the first entry on Yahoo when I typed in The Velveteen Rabbit. If you wanted to read it as a bedtime story it would take about a week to read aloud. But you won’t regret reading. In fact, I would like to study the writer’s details of this book and remember them just for when I want to write for children.
Here’s a passage from the book. It talks about being real. The toys are put away for the night and the new Velveeten rabbit is having a discussion with the oldest toy, the skin horse:
Sometimes I think of how much I love my children and how innocent and helpless they can be. They are totally trusting my husband and me to teach them how to live in life. Most children are so innocent and at the mercy of their parents. God put it in them to admire their parents in the biggest way. If a child is abused and/or neglected by their parents there is usually no way for them to get away from the situation. And I cringe and burn with anger inside when I imagine even for a short time those young lives that are grossly harmed or neglected.
Our 6am workday had begun on the assembly line. Julie, who just turned 22, would be working next to me for the next hour. Together we would put heat shield foil on the inside of side panels that would promptly be placed on a cooking range. Neither of us wanted to think about the whole day ahead. To avoid the thought altogether Julie always avoids looking at the clock and then occupies the time with conversation and a song here and there if one happens to come to her mind. On this day Julie started talking about how she goes out from time to time. It made me wonder about what kind of man would interest her. So I started asking her about the qualities she likes in a man. She told me a few things then I thought of a scenerio.
Danny bought a turkey for our last Sunday dinner. About half of the meat was left over so I decided to make some turkey salad for my lunch. I got the idea from my youngest sister Deena when were at Mom’s for Thanksgiving.
Here are the ingredients:
1 1/2 cups of leftover turkey
1/3 cup of celery
1/3 cup of chopped green onions
1/3 cup of chopped pecans
1/4 cup of Miracle Whip
Toss it all together. Let it sit in the fridge overnight. Then put it on 2 slices of 100% whole wheat bread and take it to work for lunch.
I plan on cooking a chicken and using it the same way. I like it because you don’t have to microwave it and it’s about the healthiest sandwich I know. Also, you can eat it fast.