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The three r’s: reading, writing, and spellchecking February 12, 2013

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The three r’s: reading, writing, and spellchecking.


Happy New Year December 2, 2012

Posted by marthasway in Musings, Primary food, Somewhat amusing.
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Today is the First Sunday in Advent, beginning of the Christian year.  This is a time to watch, wait, prepare, and put on the armor of light, which sounds like a directive to string lights and wear sparkly earrings.  The Advent hymnody is rich and varied, with plenty to keep the voice and spirit singing until the Christ child comes on Christmas Eve.  There is no need for “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” or even my favorite conversion song, “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer” until after the shopping season.

My multi-talented, too-ADD-to-use-Facebook BFF called one morning with a tale of defrosting the freezer in their garage. She was looking in her files under “A” for the instructions. Suddenly, the professional mezzo-soprano burst into song: ‘O, come. O come. Amana Manual…”. Advent will never be the same. BTW, the freezer was a Tappan.

“Anything worth… December 1, 2012

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“Anything worth doing is worth doing badly”–G. K. Chesterton

I have thought of that quote throughout the day as I spent more than a few frustrating hours RTFM-ing.  The WordPress.com tutorials are excellent, I am sure, for those who are patient and compliant enough to read and follow directions, but for me, with a bit of a problem in the concentration department, I have made more mis-steps than progress. 

So when I checked for a citation on the Chesterton quote, I should not have been surprised to find a magazine article by Cami Ostman, M.S, in Psychology Today about exchanging perfectionism for joy.  One of my own personal favorites of fruits of the Spirit, joy keeps life juicy, keeps everything lubricated when lugubrious is running close behind.  Parkinson’s keeps me from running anywhere, not that I ever would, but I have given myself permission to get this going marthasway, one step at a time.

My dearest high school teacher, Sidney Whitefield, who provided me with sanctuary for three awkward, redemptive years, often said that I was one of the most creative people she knew.  I had the gift of making every mistake there was, but also the wisdom to learn from each solution. I have lost big chunks of text, explication, and maybe even an amusing anecdote or two these past two days, but I hope that I have learned enough that marthasway will be a good thing.