Balancing Act

A Little Bit Done

2010-10-14T19:18:00.000-07:00

Ah, the sweet feeling of done-ness.

The scrapbook weekend was a qualified success. I got a lot done, but nowhere near as much as I'd hoped. Because the week leading up to the retreat was hectic, as all weeks are when you take a Friday off, my photos weren't fully sorted out. In fact, only 2000 was really in good shape.

Most of Friday was spent getting 1998 and 1999 into good enough shape to start laying out pages. Even that got pretty dicey; I ran out of layout guides and had to resort to the "this bunch of pictures will probably fit on a 2 page spread" method of using the guides. It makes for much slower work after the sorting.

But by Sunday night, all of 1998 and part of 1999 was in the photo album. The remaining photos for 1999 are mostly sorted, so finalizing the layouts and getting the pages done shouldn't be too painful when I can get to it next.

The real success story is this: the Bee Welcome door hanger from Bird Brain Designs is done! It has been inching closer and closer to that blessed state since I got back from the scrapbook weekend. Last Sunday, I sat down and spent a couple hours stitching the top and bottom blue pieces onto the green backing wool. Just last night I cut them out. It was so close to done I said phooey on paying the bills, did the hangar pieces, and attached the top hanger and the two little bits that attach the top and bottom together. TA DA!

And one last bit on the Pow! scarf: it is up to 57 inches. In another 23 inches (or thereabouts) I get to make the second pocket. Once that is done, there is only some stitching up to do and I have my scarf.

Progress is sweet.

This Moment

2010-09-24T22:42:00.000-07:00

A last bit of summer.

Second Progress Report

2010-09-21T22:42:00.000-07:00

Time to check in with progress...

Photos:

Backwards sucks. I got through 2000, still have 1999 and 1998 to go. It is really hard to tell whether I'm on track to have the things that should be in 2 page layouts in 2 page layouts. Spent way too much time working that out on Saturday at Valerie's house.

I do have all the patterned paper pulled out for the scrapbook. I'll need to make a run to the local scrapbook shop to fill in the solids as photo backers. Black is always good, and I'll make sure I'm well stocked on colors that go with the CM "Delight" pack. (In the fiber world, we'd call that a colorway.)

Chair Seat:

No icing (see the last status report). More of the background worked on at Jane's. More background to go, and I'll need to cut more wool tomorrow. Then more background and more background.

Knitting:

Fewer appointments, less knitting done. The hoodie is just over 1/2 done, so still I feel like I've made good progress.

Bee Welcome Applique:

Did the bees. I misread the directions, and instead if attaching the bees to the background with buttonhole stitch, I just went around the outside of the bees, like I did for the flower. So I had to whip stitch the bees on after they were assembled; not the smartest thing I've done all month, but they look fine. Monks cording is done, so now I have the pieces to attach to the backing and the hangers to stitch and assemble, and it will be finito!

First Progress Report on The Plan

2010-09-06T23:12:00.000-07:00

Here's my progress to date on the four projects I picked to work on.

Photos:
I purchased all the photos from 1998 - 2000, and sorted all but a handful of the 1998s into their correct month. I'm working backwards for the page layouts, starting with the end of 2000. I made it from Christmas that year all the way back to late September when we took the trip to Yellowstone. I'm not really sure why I chose to work backwards for this one; I guess I wanted to make sure I ended on a two page spread.

I'll continue creating layouts through this week, and into the weekend when Val has her workshop. With any luck I'll know if I need a second coverset by Saturday.

Chair Seat:
I took the daughter with me to Jane's on Wednesday and got about two hours of solid hooking in. This time I hooked in more than I pulled out. Yeah me! Jane won't have a workshop this week, so I suspect I won't make much progress on the chair seat until week after next. The plan will be to pick it up then. Anything else is just icing.

Knitting:
I've made some good progress here, if slower than I would like. I took the knitting to Jessica's doctor's appointments this week, that's the allergist, the dentist, and the orthodontist, and knit at the pool at the Grand Californian. I'm guessing I've done in the neighborhood of 1.5 inches,

Bee Welcome Applique:
This has the advantage of being a quick project if you work on it steadily. I haven't been, so getting it done has dragged out quite a bit. On the other hand, it is a fun project to do, so it isn't hard to pick it up for a bit to get it going. I worked on it on our first evening at the Grand Californian. I've gotten to the monk's cording and the bees, I think I will assemble the bees before doing the cording.

Me Darling's Gone to Sea

2010-09-06T22:43:00.000-07:00

Ah, the lament of mothers in ages past. The youngest has gone to sea.

Of course, in this case, we sent her to camp aboard a tall ship, the SSV Tole Mour, and will pick her up at the week's end. The SSV designation means she is a sailing school, and they train by ASTA (American Sail Training Association) standards.

The daughter will have an assigned line (last year it was the mizzen downhaul, which she really liked because it was right by the helm); they have 3 watches for their sailing duties, and by rough calculation based on the GPS transponder on board, they hit 11 knots today. Not bad.

I'm publishing this a full two months after I started it, so I guess it isn't cheating to say that the daughter had more than an assigned line to haul. She was the mate for the fore gaff sail (I'll have to get the really-o, truly-o correct name later, she's konked out right now) on her watch. And there were older, more experienced kids aboard. Yeah! That's my girl.

That Balance Thing Again

2010-08-29T20:03:00.000-07:00

I was thinking about this blog as I sat in the audience last Friday at The Hollywood Bowl, listening to John Williams conduct the L.A. Philharmonic in a programme of movie scores. I was thinking about how I had not posted in a while, and how I should post about how to enjoy what you have, and wondering how long it had been since my last post. Ten months (egad) it turns out.

It occurs to me that maybe it is a little bit wrong that I should be thinking about the blog, rather than being in the moment of lovely music (or at least memorable music; the Theme from Jaws isn't lovely, but it is definitely memorable) in one of my favorite places to listen to music. But that's where my brain went, and it led me back to thinking about how spend our time and how to achieve that pinnacle of accomplishment: Work Life Balance.

We work hard. These days, every one is a little worried about keeping their jobs, if they are employees, or keeping the business alive and growing (or maybe just afloat) if they are business owners. How do we clear time to play as well? For hobbies, for the things that give us depth and breadth?

Personally, I have too much going on, too much that I want to do, and not enough time to get it all done. Maybe if I didn't have to cook dinners, maybe if I didn't have the DD to shepherd, maybe if I didn't ... well, you know that litany and can add your own entries. In truth, I could have all those things done for me and still not have enough time for the projects I want to do.

I am going back to basics. To setting goals, to planning things out. It sounds dull, it sounds boring, it sounds painful, it definitely sounds like I'll have to say "No" or at least "Later" to some interesting things. Like learning to spin or learning to dye. But with limited time, focus is everything. And so I will plan what I want to get done first, what I can use to fill in (because not all projects are portable), and what I will use to add the variety that I need. Just a little, you know. And then maybe, just maybe, I can stop obsessing about what I'm not doing and start enjoying what I am doing.

So first, I'll get the photo albums firmly in control. This is actually well under way, 2009 got finished last month. I started in 2001, now I can pull some previous years to work on while I organize 2010. I have 1998 - 2000 pulled out ready to be sorted before the workshop in October. My friend Valerie hosts a scrapping workshop one Saturday each month, and my friend Kelly has friends over for a get together with room for scrapping (or crochet or knit or whatever) when her schedule allows.

Second, there is the traditional hooked chair seat cover that I can work on a couple hours most Wednesdays at Jane Olsen's workshops. I didn't mention that I took up that craft this January, did I? I'll have to fill in that story another time. But I did, and I've gotten the rose (Tea Rose pattern, pictured on this page) completed and am now filling in the background. I'm using a #4 cut of wool, so it hooks up fairly quickly. Good choice, for once. Jane is a great teacher, and is wonderful at guiding you to making reasonable choices.

Thirdly, there is the POW! scarf that I started last year and have been plugging away on as time allows. This is my portable project; I can do it in the car, or while waiting for the movie to start. I'm not up to knitting during the movie, I'll mess up for sure. This one is half finished, and would be closer but I keep having to unknit.

There is a little penny rug project (Bee Welcome from Bird Brain Designs) that can be finished in a good afternoon, or two shorter sessions, I think, that I will use as filler.

If this sounds like too much, and it may well be, it is still a fairly hard trimming of what I could be working on. There is a pile of other projects waiting in the wings. I am putting off the hemstitch sampler that is 1/3 finished. I have a study course in crewel embroidery. There's a couple of needlepoint projects that will be very pretty once they are done. I have tea towels to stitch, each a pretty small project but taken as a whole, well. There is the lap quilt that I started a very long while ago, and I pull out from time to time.

If I can limit both my expectations of everything taking only a little bit of time, and my exuberance for new projects I can complete some of the things I have going and begin to enjoy them. And that is where I want the balance to be.

Sharpie + Bored 6th Grader = Grumble

2009-10-26T23:24:00.000-07:00

I have just left the laundry room. Not merely because the last of 5 loads of wash is now safely in the washer, not only because almost all the camping gear that was piled around the laundry room door is finally stowed in the garage and I can walk out of the laundry room, no even those milestones are insufficient to propel me to my blog when I should be getting into my jammies.

What brings me to you is . . . sharpies. Yes, that mainstay of moms making identifying marks on the belongings of their progeny has drawn me to write a bit.

You see, my darling daughter, generally a bright, well-adjusted, sensible, funny, and all around Good Kid came home the other day with a fetching sketch drawn on her favorite pair of yoga pants. Drawn with a sharpie. Yes, in-delible-deedy-do.

And what's a good mom to do? I broke out the prewash, both varieties. I sprayed the picture liberally, let it sit, and then washed it. Still there. I soaked it in isopropyl, which is rumored to break down the ink so it releases from the fibers. Only so-so results; the cloth around the drawing is immaculate, and likely free of any germs or viruses, but the sketch remains. I even scrubbed with a toothbrush to see if I could convince some of the ink to come out. Limited success with that plan as well.

I wonder how she got that bored that she had to draw on her clothes, and why ever in indelible ink? Asking her didn't help much; though she was aghast to learn that indelible really did mean in there for good.

I hope she likes the sketch she drew, it'll be there until the pants fall apart around it.

Face Off

2009-09-15T22:50:00.000-07:00

I recently joined Facebook. I think, all in all, that this is a plus.

Let me elaborate. One by one, a selection of my buddies sent me a Facebook invitation. I avoided the invitations, not really intentionally, but because I hadn't found a really good picture of me to use as my Facebook pic. R-i-g-h-t. But that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Somewhere in the middle of August, I decided to take the plunge and set up an account.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I find my friend from homeroom in high school (who happens to be the sister of my first boyfriend). I find some stitching buddies who I don't get to see often, though I wish I could. I find some scrapbooking friends, and work friends, and more people I hung out with in high school and some of the parents from my daughter's school, and then I hook up with some more folk I know at work and now I have this HUGE list of friends and potential friends and friends-in-waiting. If this all sounds a little breathless, well, it is.

Now the Facebook pros will look at my list of friends and think it is paltry. And perhaps it is. But it is mine, and it gives me joy to think I know all these people and now can keep up with those who will post now and then, and can ping those who are too busy or harried. It is always a little painful to me to lose track of someone; I actually enjoy the yearly Christmas Newsletters I get from some of my friends (even if I don't know most of the people mentioned in it) just because I see what the folk I know are up to.

In some ways, this makes me a small town girl at heart. I don't live in a small town, by any means. I live in Los Angeles, the city that exemplifies the soulless and unconnected. With the Internet reaching everywhere, and sites like Facebook opening up social connections, people like me can start making those connections and forming their own small online "towns" with connections to the wider world.

Lately, Facebook has eaten time that could have been spent paying bills or washing dishes (or writing blog entries). I will get all this under control, I'm sure. (Well, if I don't I won't be posting anymore, will I?) But I will also be able to stop wondering what happened to...? Because I may be able to find them out in cyber space, among the friends of my friends.

And in the end, an essential part of balance is how you are connected. How you link to your support system, how you find your path, how you get by (with a little help from your friends).

A Small Thought Inspired by a Grass

2009-09-05T23:42:00.000-07:00

My daughter Jessi and I walked over to a friend's house the other day to take care of their cats while they were on vacation. On the way, I noticed a house that I had never really seen before. It was one of those 80s modern remodels, quite nice really in a boxy sort of way. It had lots of windows (a requisite for my seal of appoval) and not so many funny angles that you wondered whether the thing was coming or going.

What struck me about the house was some of the ornamental grasses that had become overgrown. OK, living in California it is pretty easy to have this happen. I'm not even sure what one does to keep these under control, having never trimmed one myself. But it did seem to me a comment on the optimism everyone has when they see plans that align with their vision of the cosmic all. We don't ask, "How do I keep this up so it looks good in 10 years?" We say "Wow, that looks so cool!"

And I think a part of balance is learning to ask how we trim our ornamental gresses. How much TLC does a hobby or accessory or whatever take, and can we spare the time to give it the attention it needs to really thrive and add value to our lives?

New Balance, Sort Of

2009-08-27T23:32:00.000-07:00

So I'm looking at the last post, thinking that 8 or 9 months between posts is really too long.

Means I'm out of balance, yes? Yup.

But in this time I finished my 2008 photo album and have sorted out 2001 so I can get it all down in the album, and write a bit about what was happening then. I have a little notebook where I wrote things down; I stopped writing in it around 2002, but I did put a lot of stuff in there from before.

I finisthed a lace knitted shawl, you can see it in my Ravelry project list, and get there from my "Blog with Me" links.

I started a nice little "Bee Welcome" sign from Bird Brain Designs, felted wool and embroidery.

And found time to camp with our scouts, do school projects with Jessi, work and just hang out.

Not a lot of balance, I guess, at least not in that quiet Zen way of thinking. But definitely a lot of fun.

Typing With a Cat on my Lap

2008-12-02T22:39:00.000-08:00

I have this cat, see? His name is Splot.

He gets back at me for the name, though. He jumps into my lap while I'm trying to write a new blog post. This is not a small thing, Splot tops 16 pounds when he is in trim. During the holidays, when we all put on a little extra weight, well, he tops 17 pounds.

This is altogether not the kind of balancing act that I had in mind when I started this blog. But you take what you can get for inspiration I'm trying to type one-handed while holding a sleeping (make that snoring) cat on my lap. One handed because Splot overflows my lap and needs an extra arm to keep him from sliding off.

So what does this say about real life? Not much really. I could draw parallels about needy friends-and-relations taking too much of your energy, or needy bosses who take advantage, but neither of those groups purr quite as well as Splot. So maybe I just type one-handed and take a few breaks to pet a cat that is as devoted as a dog, and say that the real lesson is to take some time with those who value you.

Nuff said.

Joining Technorati...Feedback at any cost

2008-09-26T23:10:00.000-07:00

I have joined the ranks of the Technorati.

It may take awhile for Technorati to acknowledge my humble existence. I am, after all, trying to balance tech with the rest of my life and not allow it to override my life.

In any event, here is my (purported) Technorati profile:

Technorati Profile

Plumbing and Web Searches Are Related

2008-08-31T08:37:00.000-07:00

I remember the hype about the web, how it was going to make our lives so very different. So much more convenient. I guess it has. We can do a lot of our shopping on line, and can stay in contact with long-lost colleagues, and do this at 2 a.m. in our jammies and bunny slippers.

The web sites that make my life easier are Good Web Sites. When companies do it right, it is a glorious thing. The sites that make my life harder are not. When companies do it wrong, watch out! Every second you might have saved doing a little research on your own will be frittered away waiting for results or trying to find the one thing you want to know. A little bit wrong is worse than very wrong. Consider the events of the past couple of days.

We have a Noritz tankless water heater, and we love it. Endless hot water is wonderful, even when you are watching your water consumption. But on Thursday, something odd began to happen. The water wasn't hot anymore. (Cue the very sad violin music now.) We went to the control panel and saw flashing numbers. Imagine our dismay - flashing numbers on the display are the fevered brow of tankless heaters. We dug out the owners manual: ignition error was the translation. Clean it out and restart the unit. Since it was very dark we put off the clean the unit part and hoped that restarting the unit would work. After several attempts, the heater ignited and hot water was restored.

Not for long, however. My husband cleaned out the enclosure and the unit the next day, and to nobody's surprise found that the original installation looked somewhat slapdash. Even after a thorough shop vac-ing, we needed to recycle the unit several times a day. It was getting worse, not better, and this right before a holiday weekend.

It was definitely time for professional assistance. We know when we are beat and should step aside in favor of the trained. We called our favorite local plumbers, hoping against hope that they were tankless-enabled. No joy. We called the plumbers they recommended, but they were not Noritz-enabled. Sigh.

We hopped on the web, to the Noritz site. Yeah! They have a search for certified installers! The minimum search radius is 30 miles from your zip code. Hmmmm... this does not bode well; we are in Los Angeles, after all. We put in our zip, and went "Search". Ten results show up, and there are ten page links beneath it. Sigh. There is no sort button, and the names come up in random order. Can we increase the number of listings per page, maybe, please? Nope. Not a chance. We would like to use a name we recognize... We began an exhaustive search.

The hubby was grumbling a great grumble, because the site was slow serving up those pages. As an alternative attack, I looked up the website of the company that fixed our dishwasher last month. (It has indeed been a bad few weeks for appliances at our house.) To be fair, I had inside information, since I found them originally. This company has a convenient web site where they list all their certifications and capabilities. Plumbing? Yes! Noritz? Yes! They allow you to request an appointment on the web - woo hoo! Done!

Meanwhile, back on the Noritz site, morbid curiosity took hold. My hubby had abandoned his search after we requested the appointment. Smart man, that hubby of mine. I called up the Installer search and started paging through. The site is indeed slow and this feature is painful to use. Around doing other things, like typing this blog entry, I have been paging through. A 30 mile radius returns At Least 31 pages of results, with 10 new results each page. This is the walking, talking definition of Information Overload. I'm giving up now, and will wait for after the holiday and the call from Carter Services to actually schedule an appointment. Meanwhile, one of us stands by the restart button at the start of any shower.

Until next time!

Driveway Musing, Finale

2008-07-23T21:10:00.000-07:00

As I read my comics yesterday morning and my husband played the video featured in Astronomy Picture of the Day, the whine of a diamond saw joined the morning soundtrack. The last cuts to put some curves on the driveway were underway. As I left the workmen had the portland cement for the last of the edging down.

After all the edge pavers were in, they spread sand over the whole installation. One of the crew took a snow shovel and distributed the sand in an even arc, then used the back side of a push broom to spread it in all the cracks. Once all the driveway was done, the vibrator came out to settle pavers and sand into their final positions. My husband informs me that the yard was enveloped in a blonde fog while the vibrating machine was on.

A little bit after that, the doorbell rang, and they were done. By the time I came home, all the random I's had been dotted, the edging stones were in place, and the joins where the pavers met existing walls and steps were totally filled in. We had our driveway, mission accomplished.

Today the Estella, the foreman, came by to do a final inspection. She found a spot where the new driveway isn't completely flush with an existing concrete slab on our neighbor's property, and promised the crew would be by tomorrow to fix them. The difference is minimal, only about 1/2", but she called it a tripping hazard and needs to be fixed. That detail notwithstanding, we are thrilled with how the driveway and patio look, and amazed at how fast the change was accomplished. No question about it, everything went well.

If I had to do anything differently, it would be to coordinate the driveway installation with any needed sprinkler rework better. Until we had the design in hand we didn't even think there was any rework necessary. Since we widened our driveway a bit, a portion of the old sprinklers needed to be capped off before the old driveway could be completely torn out. The System Paver crew did that just fine. Once the driveway is complete is the best time to have the next crew in to complete the sprinkler work. Trying to interleave the work just annoys everyone; I wouldn't recommend trying it.

Our barbecue is back on the patio, as is the outdoor dining set. The planters will be put back bit by bit. Some of the plants need repotting and trimming before we place them as artistically as we are able around the patio. Our cat also has approved the work, and spent some of the morning lounging majestically on the patio.

Until next time!

Driveway Musing, Day 2

2008-07-22T22:13:00.000-07:00

As I left the house for work this morning, the crew was already here. Three guys were spreading the last of the gravel fill, wetting it down and vibrating it into level submission. Another was trundling loads of sand from the truck to the back of the patio to start layering in the sand. Level lines were strung, and the sand that was added was leveled with a board and then smoothed with what looked like a super-sized wooden mortar tool. I was not going to be able to watch the progress today, I would have to wait until I got home to see what happened.

My daughter and husband had a bet about how much the crew could finish today. She figured that only 1/4 of the pavers would be laid by this afternoon, her dad said it would be more. Remember the movie Guys and Dolls? Sky Masterson and Nathan Detroit are talking about bets, and Sky tells Nathan the advice given to him by his father: if someone bets you they can get a jack to jump out of a sealed deck of cards and spit cider in your ear, don't take that bet. They know something you don't and you'll end up with cider in your ear. My daughter hasn't internalized the wisdom of Sky's father; she lost the bet and now has cider in her ear in the form of the dime she owes her dad. They got much more than 1/4 done.

By the time I got home, the pavers were almost all laid. From back patio to driveway's end, it was only missing the final edge on the lawn-side of the driveway. For this, they wanted my opinion on how best to lay out the curves. The drawing our salesman had done had some big looking curvy bits, but that would take us into the remaining lawn and would require more pavers than we had left. (There was a small area that the salesman missed on the square footage estimate but had included in the instructions that used up most of the slack put in all orders for supplies.) The salesman had dropped by at our request, and together we looked at the plans and the actual area and settled on some curves that looked nice and didn't require extra pavers. The foreman chalked the curves onto the pavers, ready for tomorrow morning.

I walked out our back doors, and took a look, and I must say it looks nice. Of course, all our motley bits of outdoor gear are stowed in the back yard out of site for the time being, and this adds to the effect. Beyond that, though, I took a look at how they laid the pavers and was quite impressed. I sew, and I know what a pain it is to do mitered corners. There were a number of spots where the pavers had to fit an inside corner, and the edging pavers were deftly mitered; so were the pavers one row inside the edges. I was impressed enough that I made our daughter come out and admire it, which she did. It's good when the kids humor their eccentric parents.

Until next time!

Driveway Musing, Day 1

2008-07-21T14:49:00.000-07:00

As I type this, the floor to the home office vibrates and the air is filled with the bass hums and alto chattering of power tools at work. Today is the day work starts on our new driveway and patio. It has been a long journey.

We remodeled our house four years ago. We added a master suite in the back and a dining room in the front, and stirred the rooms in between vigorously. That gave us more than enough to think about, so we didn't really consider fixing our threadbare old concrete driveway. But when the contractors poured a slab to extend our patio to our old driveway, they graded it to guide most of the runoff from our addition, garage, and back yard into the lowest spot available. The lake it formed was impressive, so long as you didn't have to get into the garage.

This last year saw some record rains in Los Angeles, and we watched the lake grow each time from a friendly puddle to a body of water stretching the 20 or 30 feet from our back steps to the garage door. Wavelets lapped against the garage, the deepest part easily reached my ankles. We joked about shorefront properties and marinas, and thought uncharitable thoughts about those that left us in this mess. The lake evaporated eventually, only to be replaced by the next storm. By the end of winter we definitely had had enough.

Thus began the search for the new driveway. Did we want to just add drains and replace the old with a new one just like it? Did we want to add brickwork? How about pavers or cement squares with groundcover in between? We got ads in the mail and on our doorstep from various companies; I saw cool ideas in home magazines like Sunset. The magazine ideas were great, but most of them assumed this was a do-it-yourself project, and we knew this one was too large for us. So we would go with a company.

We settled on pavers as our first choice, and did a bit of research into the cost of installing new driveways. We wanted help with design, we're definitely amateurs when it comes to design options on big projects like this. Some sound advice on shape and color, some good ideas on whether or not to widen, all of these would be worth a bit extra in cost.

We had been getting ads from remodeling and landscaping companies, and one particular company stood out. Every ad we got from System Pavers had a variety of pictures of walkways and driveways, and each described a special offer to make the deal even better. We got a flyer in early July, with some very sweet sounding deals, and after doing a final review of the information on their website, my husband called and made an appointment for an estimate.

Their salesman was friendly without being familiar, assumptive without being pushy. He was, in short, a true artist at the sales presentation and a joy to watch in action. He steered us to the lower end of the price scale (definitely our end) without mentioning cost; instead he pointed out that the more expensive pavers were too large to look good on our narrow driveway. He offered some extras like tumbling. This is like getting pre-washed jeans; the stones look a bit worn around the edges. He suggested some colors and patterns. He suggested a \combination that looked good to us and we went for it. That was Wednesday evening. By Friday we had our start date, and we were set to go.

Today the crew arrived and got right to work demolishing the old driveway and patio. They used sledgehammers, jackhammers, and a mini bobcat to break up the old concrete. For those into concrete, our driveway was old enough that there were no reinforcing rods in it. The bobcat was also handy for dumping the rubble into the truck to haul away. By lunchtime they were starting to lay lines to grade the patio portion. A bit later the gravel layer was going in. As a portion was filled in it was leveled smooth, and then pummeled flat with a vibrating machine to compact it. By the time they left, gravel filled all but the last quarter of the driveway, and there were piles of sand for the next layer at one end.

Until next time!

What Is This Balancing Act?

2008-07-16T23:13:00.000-07:00

The balancing act is how you live a full and fruitful life while doing the stuff that needs to be done. How to keep the spiritual, physical, vocational, avocational sides of you generally on the right track, without going nuts. Is that even possible?

The balancing act is how you handle the once-in-a-lifetime opportunities. Like Mary and Martha in the New Testament story. Jesus comes to visit their town, and stops to teach at their home. Martha plays the hostess, and gets a bit stressed when Mary doesn't help out.

Both women focus on the opportunity, each in a very different way. Martha thinks "We have an important guest. He will need quiet to teach, he should not worry about anything but teaching while he is in our house". Mary thinks "I will sit and listen.". And as the story is told, when Martha wants Mary to leave Jesus' side and help out with the hostess duties, Martha gets slapped down.

Dang! Why is that? I would like to say that it is because Martha wasn't content with her choice and tried to distract Mary from hers. That is a facile explanation, and contrary to the rest of the story. The narrative goes on to say not only that Mary doesn't have to help out but that Mary has made the better choice. Not just that Martha is getting whiny and to get over it, but that Martha chose to concentrate on the wrong thing!

Well, in hindsight, perhaps. After all, Christians believe that Jesus was the Messiah. So perhaps the dishes could wait while he taught. But this lesson is, for Martha, as harsh as that given to the older brother of the prodigal. And I have to wonder what would have happened if both Mary and Martha had decided to sit at their guest's feet to learn. Eventually everybody would have gotten hungry, and it's not like they could have called out for pizza. Would we have gotten the Parable of the Unprepared Hostess, like the Parable of the Unready Virgins?

What does this story tell us women about balance in our life?

I haven't figured it out yet. But figuring it out is part of the reason for this blog. There will be plenty of side trips, because life is just too darn interesting to harp on one thing for too long. But balance is the theme here, and I will keep coming back to it.

Until next time!