Wednesday, June 27, 2012

and then there was...


John's back on Friday from his
6-week chaplaincy training.

First there was two,
then there was one -
                               one here,
                                         one there,
- then there was two,
and now we're ready to (geographically, et. al.) be one again!!!

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.
In some circumstances, no - it doesn't.
In this circumstance, yes - it did.

If I have time, and
if I get in a writing mode like I'm in right now,
I'll explain later
                      how this has all worked.

Right now,
I just thought I'd let you all know I'm excited.


Monday, June 25, 2012

ray of life

I always thought geometry was the most practical of all the math disciplines.

Sure, if you're in a math-heavy field,
linear algebra or differential equations may be a bit more relevant for you.

Geometry, I feel, truly can reflect time and space.

--- --- --- --- ---

In May,  I was up in MN for my sister's graduation and mother's day.

It was a good weekend for sure, but a hard one, too.

My sister looked gorgeous (per usual) with her friends on that day,

her boyfriend (a true winner) was loyal and dedicated in every way,

and my mom looked as proud as punch both on that day and the day before
when we celebrated her in our lives.

I'd be lying, however, if I said that there wasn't any sadness that day.

Just a little more than 9 months had passed since my dad died;

9 months is hardly a school year's worth of time.

He was so close to seeing Ash walk across that stage.
So close,

Nothing is farther away than a loved one in a place that you can't see,
can't call,
can't visit.

So close,

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A ray is a line which starts at a certain point with given coordinates,
and then
the line goes off in a particular direction to infinity,
possibly through a second point.


After looking at this definition and this picture, I see 3 things:

1. The end point, no matter how close it is to something, is the beginning of an end.
2. The ending direction doesn't stop.
3. The end can pass through, possibly, a second point.

My dad thankfully passed through a second point. 
He died - his life on earth is done, and it is absolutely painful for us who wish he was here.
He passed through the point of death, and then he passed through the point of life.

Eternal life - in heaven - is now what he has.
Eternal life - in heaven, with God and Christ - is now what he has...infinitely. 

don't call it a comeback

Given the hard realities of the last year and the
overall difficulty getting back into the swing of things as I know it,
cooking and baking have been a rather low priority, especially
trying new things.

Now, with John almost home and
the summer really kicking in,
I ended up getting excited about cooking something tasty.

I know - it's been a while, and
wouldn't you know -
I'm-a gonna post a picture
of a little dish I thought up today.

Caprese Bruschetta

Tomato topping: 2 handfuls of tomatoes go into a small sauce pot that has been drizzled with olive oil.  Salt and pepper the tomatoes, drizzle a little more oil on the tomatoes and cover with a lid.  Saute on medium heat. 
Once the tomatoes start to "pop" (you'll hear the steam coming out of them - 5 or 6 minutes), take a wooden spoon or a skimmer and squish all of the tomatoes until they are popped.  Add a clove or two of minced garlic (the amount depends on whether you like garlic a lot). 
Turn up the heat to medium-high, and let the mixture reduce so a saucy consistency.  Take it off the heat, add chopped basil & grated Parmesan, 2-4 tablespoons each, depending on your liking.  Taste and add salt and pepper as needed.

Italian Bread: slice, spread on olive oil, toast under a broiler, don't walk away from said broiler.

Mozzarella Cheese:  Slice two 1/4 inch thick pieces of mozz.  Cut both in half and squish until they are thin. 

Assembly: Place a piece of mozzarella onto each piece of bread.  Spoon the tomato mixture proportionately onto the bread and cheese.  Put the bruschetta onto a plate, place the plate near a window, take a picture with your phone, and enjoy.

Want normal-shaped bread? Don't walk away from the broiler. :) 

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

a writer.

I think the first time I ever said that
I was a "writer" was
just this last spring to my then-boss.

Long-story-short, we were talking about
the nature of our communications department
(3 people strong!)
and how it had developed.  My boss was great, and
he gave me and my coworker a lot of writing projects to do.

As this conversation started to conclude, I said, with
great hesitation,
"I like this job - I like the creativity, and I like writing,
because I am a writer."  There was
a pause after that,
because I don't always feel like my blogging is "writing" rather
than just talking and
leading you all through my thought process.

Some people call this kind of writing
I call it
actively causing you're eye to
follow my words by using
progressive verb tense and
prepositional phrases.
              Also, the use of interesting
                                formatting doesn't hurt with
                                                obtaining your attention, either.

Anyway, I'm saying these things because
     a. I read the Daily Generous Wife blog,
         b. The author of that blog linked this 15-day writing activity, and
             c. I've had a lot of thoughts in my head lately, and this is at least one
                 that is easy to get out.

Also, on a whole other topic,
today is the anniversary of D-Day.
I'm incredibly thankful for the
immense bravery and sacrifice
the soldiers had on that day.