Lessons that needed to be learned from our Fathers
The other morning my housemates and I woke up in a pool of sweat. To our dismay, the air conditioner was making a funny noise and had to be turned off the night before. Upon turning it back on, a loud buzzing noise filtered the home. As housemates, we had a decision to make: Either accept the loud annoying noise or sweat. We decided to beat the heat, and hurt the ears. That morning I called our landlord and reported to him the noise that was ringing through out the house. In the afternoon I called our landlord again and asked him what the problem was. He reported to me, that since we had never cleaned the air filer in our home (We have lived here for roughly 3 years) the blower fan melted and stop working. There are a couple things wrong with this: Firstly, the air in our home has not been filtered in 3 years. We have one cat, one rabbit, and all have long hair—yuck! Secondly: There was so much dust in the filter, it melted the blower fan—yuck! Thirdly: The blower fan had to be replace b/c of improper filter changing—oops!
Live and learn I guess. There are certain lessons that we needed to learn from our fathers. These lessons are lacking in me not because my father lacked training somewhere in my life, but they are lacking in me because simply I really don’t think about them. Minimal—yet complicated tasks like learning how to change the oil in my car, checking fluids, fixing house hold items, etc… are things that I deem as un-urgent in my life. I suppose just as a bachelor has the ability to eat macaroni and cheese every night for dinner, I have the ability to let house hold tasks go, until something like this happens in my life.
Back in Nebraska
Home, home on the range… I suppose. Where my personal dear and buffalo range.
I am at home w/ Jason and we are visiting the home folk. I will enclose pictures and such latter but wanted to blog to say that I am still alive. Jason and I have spent two days in Omaha and will head down to Lincoln to hang out at the Mill Coffee House and visit with friends for a couple days. The Mill is my favorie coffee house in the whole US. =) You can check them out on: http://www.millcoffee.com
Looking for Lou
There are times in my life by which I know that I am a youngest child. These moments normally consist of being the center of attention when a picture is being taken, talking to random people when I am board, Googling my name over and over again, and now, looking up my name on flicker to see if my picture is out there. I saw that I could do this feature off of Renae’s blog so, being the youngest child I am, decided to pursue it. To my idealistic dismay, the ‘Looking for Lou’ tag line consisted of pictures of dogs, random wedding photos (probably of peoples, ‘Uncle Lou’ or something) and random men and women to which I have never seen before. I thought maybe there was some hope since there are suppose to be 16,932 pictures with the name ‘Lou’ by them. But I ran out of web surfing steam trying to find myself.
Newest Discovery in Green
Jason and I went to the local grocery last night and we discovered the GREEN PLUM. I had never seen such a thing before and thought I would take a walk on the wild side and try a couple. Well, I have to tell you that they are really tasty. They are not too sweet nor too sour. I highly recommend to all of you to live the wild life and try a Green Plum.
Happy Birthday Kacy!
This BIRTHDAY song is dedicated to Kacy!
Happy Birthday to Kacy…
Happy Birthday to Kacy…
Happy Birthday to Kacy…
Happy Birthday to Kacy!!!!
Love you Kacy and Happy Birthday!
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Enclosed is a poem from Gerard Manley Hopkins. Jason is a big fan of his writing style and content, and he happens to look some what like him. =)
The Habit of Perfection
ELECTED Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb: 5
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
Be shellèd, eyes, with double dark
And find the uncreated light: 10
This ruck and reel which you remark
Coils, keeps, and teases simple sight.
Palate, the hutch of tasty lust,
Desire not to be rinsed with wine:
The can must be so sweet, the crust 15
So fresh that come in fasts divine!
Nostrils, your careless breath that spend
Upon the stir and keep of pride,
What relish shall the censers send
Along the sanctuary side! 20
O feel-of-primrose hands, O feet
That want the yield of plushy sward,
But you shall walk the golden street
And you unhouse and house the Lord.
And, Poverty, be thou the bride 25
And now the marriage feast begun,
And lily-coloured clothes provide
Your spouse not laboured-at nor spun.
Poem from:www.bartleby.com/122
Home Coming
Jason and I finally nailed down our traveling plans to Nebraska and we will be in town from August 16 through the 20th! I am excited to show him around to different favorite Omaha and Lincoln sites like the Mill, the University, the Hay Market, the Old Market, and whatever else. I will call folks with more details, but wanted to give you the heads up!
Sun Burst
I discovered this lovely picture on Reane’s blog named, The One Grand. Feel free to take a peek at her site located under my blog roll. It is defiantly worth it!
Ted Kooser
Jason has changed my heart towards the mastery of poetry. Presently, I am particularly drawn to a poet named Ted Kooser’s. It seems that Ted simplifies the complex mystery in the common things of life. Also, I am drawn to Kooser because he is a Nebraskan, like myself. I have enclosed a poem from him named Carrie. Enjoy!
Carrie
“There’s never an end to dust
and dusting,” my aunt would say
as her rag, like a thunderhead,
scudded across the yellow oak
of her little house. There she lived
seventy years with a ball
of compulsion closed in her fist,
and an elbow that creaked and popped
like a branch in a storm. Now dust
is her hands and dust her heart.
There’s never an end to it.
from Sure Signs, University of Pittsburgh Press, 1980
Good Story Lou
I have to admit, I have blog anxiety at times because I am not has faithful as I should be when it comes to my blog. I wanted to drop it a couple days ago and start a new one since I have not blogged in over a month. =) Life has been a series of busy nuances as I trek along with work, life, church, Jason, and my housemates. So, what has Lou been up to this past month or so? Well, I have been reading this wonderful book by Dan Allander named, To Be Told. Has anybody ever read it? If so, I would love to hear your thoughts on it. When it’s done, I will do a book review on it. I also went to get my oil changed today. Whooo hooo… Lou’s life is exciting but the very interesting occurrence happened today as I went to change out the old Seabring. The oil place is right by my home, so when I dropped it off it though it would be nice to go back home, grab some lunch, hang for a bit and go back done. So, that is what I did. As I was walking down the road, this cyclist/ biker man pass by… I said hello and moved about on my stroll to my house. I had lunch and Jen told me about her newest discovery called, The Book House. She told me I should go and check it out after I pick up the old Seabring from the oil-changing place. I heard from the oil people, they told me she was done and began the walk up to pick her up. Well, when I was walking back to pick up my car, the same biker/cyclist dude and I were at an inter section waiting to cross. He was staring at me and reported, “You look a lot better w/ your glasses off…” (Ok, firstly, WHAT!) Well, I casually said, Thank you… (Thinking to myself, freak show, freak show).
So strange… Good story, hua Lou…
