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I love to read, scrapbook, sleep, canoe, and hang out. My absolute favorite thing to drink is sweet peach tea from Sonic, and I could eat Mexican food every day. I have five cats, one son, and two beautiful and adorable and intelligent granddaughters.

Tuesday, March 27, 2018


March 26, 2018

So...people keep asking me how I'm enjoying retirement. They don't say, "How is retirement?" They say, "How are you enjoying retirement?" Why do people assume that we will enjoy retirement?  Don'y get me wrong...I LOVE IT!  Still it's an interesting distinction, I think.  Maybe people ask how I'm enjoying it because they imagine how they will enjoy their own, or maybe they hate their jobs and yearn for when they no longer have to put up with them.  I don't know.  My son is so funny, though.  In one breath he says that he can't wait to be retired (he's only 34), and in the other breath, he says that he couldn't stand to just sit around all day.  I quickly explain that I don't just sit around all day.  Certain obligations continue until death, I suppose...cleaning, laundry, yard work.  In addition to those, I can  now stay up as late as I want and get up when I want.  I have time to do all the reading, sewing, and paper crafting that I want.  I can visit and travel, or I can just sit on the front porch with my coffee, cats, and dogs and just chill.  It's a wonderful life, and I praise God for it. And I've had time to start painting again.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Retirement Ahead

     Today, I sit here contemplating my retirement after 30 years of teaching English to junior high students.  I will retire in just thirty-four school days.  It is so strange to know that I will no longer be ruled by the alarm clock, the lesson plan, or the stack of papers and notebooks to grade.  I will no longer have anyone telling me that I have to be somewhere at a certain time.  That's a strange thought to know that NO one will have any control over my time but me.

     My  life has always been measured in semesters.  How strange to know that now my life will be  measured in days, or weeks, or months.  Maybe it will be measured by seasons or by rainy days.  Maybe it will be measured by how long a stack of wood lasts, or by how many times I mow.  Maybe it will be measured in how many books I read, or how many pages I scrap.  Maybe it will be measured by how many things I knit or crochet.

     I don't know how this new life will be.  I've always worked.  I'm both excited and scared.  There is always the possibility that this will be too much freedom, too little structure.  We'll see.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

So, I'm slowly preparing myself mentally for the summer to be over and for school to start again.  I love school, but I really hate to see my lazy days go away.  The thought that I want to share today is a quote from Maya Angelou:

             "You can't use up creativity.  The more you use, the more you have."

I hope to instill that in my students this year.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Tart Tins

Greetings on this hot June day.  After toiling in my yard for several hours, I came in, cleaned up, and decided that I needed to do something crafty.  I wish I could take credit for this cute thing, but I can't.  Someone at Jenni Bowlin Studios came up with this idea, and I modified it.
I used one of Jenni's Tart Tin sets, an old tart tin for the bottom, two spools, and one of my toy pegs from when I was little. I glued everything together with 1/2 inch dimensional Zots by Thermoweb, and then used some Prima flowers.  They don't make these flowers anymore, but you could use any that you liked or none at all. The ones of the bottom tier aren't glued in, but the top two are.  I don't know what I will do with this...set it on my desk, I suppose.

I thought about hanging my french hook feather earrings from the tins...I might...I don't know.

Anyway, happy crafting with whatever you craft!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

This is too funny!  And Ich liebe Deutsch auch , but I think it's funny. 
Isn't this amazing?  It was taken this morning by Bill Hanna in Ft. Smith, AR. The glory of God is revealed all around us if we're just ready to take it in.
I suppose this is one of my favorite pictures of me.  It is so whimsical.  It was made in a children's sculpture park in St. Louis in 2006.
I don't know what it is about me that loves the whimsical...part of my on-going quest to not take myself too seriously, I suppose.
My first mobile blog post!


I have been doing a lot of thinking lately (like for the past 9 or 10 months) about art journaling and book making...you know, not betting, but making handmade books:).  I'm thinking that if I do a couple of things every day that I will stay sane and feel more fulfilled somehow.  I don't mean that I don't feel fulfilled now, but I need outlets...creative, intellectual, spiritual.

So, here are my resolutions for each day:
1.  Pray and devote time to God
2.  Read
3.  Do something artsy: scrapbook, paint, artjournal, etc.

Did you notice that house cleaning didn't seem to make it to the list? :)

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Fires and Neighbors

     It was pretty exciting here yesterday.  We had a fire.  At about 5:00, Mom called and said that she thought the pasture was on fire.  I was in my jammies, but I went out onto the patio and not only could I not see flames, I couldn't even smell fire.  I went back inside and continued watching "True Blood".  After about ten minutes, I heard sirens, so I thought, maybe I should put on some clothes and go back out.  I put on shorts and was in the process of pulling a t-shirt (sans bra) over my head when I heard Phyllis and Columbus frantically pounding at my back door.  "Terry, Terry, where are all your hoses?  The fire's in your yard!"  Well, Phyllis and Columbus almost learned more about me than they ever wanted to know because I was pulling on my t-shirt at almost the same time as I was coming onto the back porch.  Mother was running around to the front, and Columbus was unwinding hoses while yelling to me to move my vehicles to Mom's yard.  If my house went, at least my cars wouldn't.  The smoke was so thick we couldn't see through it to even see some of the flames.  We could hear sirens and trucks, but we couldn't see them.  There were none coming toward my house, so I began to run up Ridgeview toward Hwy 45 where the sirens were.  I couldn't make it because the flames were leaping across Ridgeview, and I couldn't breathe because of the smoke.  I figured we'd have to take our chances and continue to fight it ourselves.  As I ran back toward my property, I called the fire dept. and told them that none of the trucks were coming to me and that the fire was in my yard. 
     We did, obviously, get it out.  Trucks finally came and put out the tree stumps and trees that were burning in the fence-line.  My hose wouldn't reach that far.  In fact, that was the scary part: my hose  ultimately wouldn't reach far enough into all the flames, really, to protect my house.  The forest service finally just dozed several stumps and burning trees down and drug them to the middle of the pasture where the fire had started.  (All three hundred acres of it burned and an acre and a half of mine.)  Then the Lord turned the wind.  If He had not done that, my house would probably be gone today. See, the fire trucks, too, had run out of water!
     Lots of things came from the experience.  As my friend and colleague, Cindy B., said, "Oh just think of what good writing material this is!" (I'd rather have passed on this experience. And yes, Cindy, I realize that this is a summary and not a real story! LOL) I met some of my neighbors that I hadn't met before.  They were there with their rakes and passing out gatorade and giving us wet cloths to hold over our noses and mouths.  I learned once again that Columbus Dalmut is a saint.  And I was again reminded of God's goodness to me in loaning me my sweet Stacey for awhile.  You see, years ago, Stacey decided to fully dig out the wet weather creek that seperates the yard proper from what we call "the woods".  He dug it out two feet wide and all the way to the bedrock.  It made a fire-break and allowed us the time to soak the ditch and the surrounding ground with the hoses so the flames didn't jump over into my cedar trees which were just ten feet away.  If they had caught and with the direction the wind was coming from, their burning debris would have landed on my roof. And you know what else?  I learned that in the face of a crisis, I have nerves of steel.  I have noticed that I stay calm, but when everyone else was running around frantic, I was not.  Don't mistake me, I didn't want my house to burn, and I was working like a wild woman to spray the flames, but inside and outside, I was calm.  But they aren't MY nerves of steel, they are God's nerves of steel.  That's where my Blessed Assurance comes from.


Monday, June 27, 2011

My Tree

This is a tree I made using a KaiserCraft chipboard kit.  I love the way it turned out.  It was designed to be a family tree, but I just made it for a decorative element.  Currently, it's in my living room on top of my antique blanket chest.  I just love it.

The Hands That
Waved Farewell

by Patricia Goedicke
Hands that have waved farewell
Meaning, we will meet again,
Cities I had thought lost forever
That have returned to me,

Sooner or later I will see them again, the mountains
The white coffee cup beside my plate

Steaming in the cold, as suddenly solid
As the most miraculous happening

In the whole world, it is a gift
That is given to everyone, yes

The patterns of our lives

Repeat themselves, like the old woman
Who keeps looking into your eyes from a window

Right next to the tracks as the train passes
On its way to forgotten farmhouses,

The strict pine trees of New Hampshire
Like night watchmen in the snow . . .

For me it was a small town in Mexico
Flamboyant, full of flowers

Lying on a hillside with the moon
And bittersweet stars in its hair

But for me also it was the one man,
I did not recognize,

At every turning point in my life
Like a small pony he would be standing there

Like an armchair with a cello in it, or a brook
He kept beckoning to me like the sun

Or a coffee cup, full of warmth
Until I accepted him, so that now

In the thick snows of New Hampshire,
In the dry deserts of Mexico

Over and over I keep finding them
Rustling in the wind like leaves,

Like growth rings in the book of trees
Hands that have waved farewell,

Cities I had thought lost forever
That have returned to me.

A card I just made for a cousin's graduation.

I have no idea how to post this right side up.  If anyone does, please tell me.:)