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Dec. 2nd, 2016
11. Summer’s Day
Dec. 2nd, 2016 10:37 amIt was the height of summer and the bees were buzzing all around the flowers in the garden. They flew from flower to flower singing as they went about their work.
The birds congregated in the trees and spred their gossip as they tweeted to each other. Many different voices chimed in. One wonders if they understand each other’s language at a time like that.
Then suddenly one lone June bug flew through it all. His distinctive hum caused the birds to stop their gossiping for just a moment. Some were annoyed at the interruption but others were considering him as a meal. He flew off unaware or not of how close he came to being lunch.
The birds went back to their gossiping and the bees continued to sing through their work.
Summer is always a busy time for the little creatures in the world.
The birds congregated in the trees and spred their gossip as they tweeted to each other. Many different voices chimed in. One wonders if they understand each other’s language at a time like that.
Then suddenly one lone June bug flew through it all. His distinctive hum caused the birds to stop their gossiping for just a moment. Some were annoyed at the interruption but others were considering him as a meal. He flew off unaware or not of how close he came to being lunch.
The birds went back to their gossiping and the bees continued to sing through their work.
Summer is always a busy time for the little creatures in the world.
12. The Building
Dec. 2nd, 2016 10:39 amThe ivy clings to the ancient red brick walls. Three grand facades adorn the front of the building. Great windows arch up in height along the outer walls. Stone steps lead up to its heavy oak door.
Great halls and large room await those who enter. The purpose is unknown but the feel is regal almost royal.
Its lawns are littered with trees and shrubs. They are large and could host many types of events.
Is it a place of learning? Perhaps it’s a manor house of a duke or an earl. One does not know its true purpose without stepping inside.
Great halls and large room await those who enter. The purpose is unknown but the feel is regal almost royal.
Its lawns are littered with trees and shrubs. They are large and could host many types of events.
Is it a place of learning? Perhaps it’s a manor house of a duke or an earl. One does not know its true purpose without stepping inside.
15. To My Familiar
Dec. 2nd, 2016 10:40 amMy dearest Twyla,
You were my child for a brief time. I was devastated when you left me so suddenly. What made it worse was when I was told that there was something that could have prevented your loss and kept you from suffering.
Even though I loved you with all my heart, I was not the best mother to you. I regret not being more vigilant in my care of you. I should have known you were ill and I should have gotten you the care you needed.
You were brave to let me into your heart. I was so shocked when you took to me right away. I held you close to my heart and you became a part of it.
You were strong. Even in sickness, you gave me love. You were sick for most of your life and that should have never been allowed to happen. I should have never let that happen.
You were good girl and I couldn’t have asked for a better child. You made me smile even when you were doing something you knew was naughty. Your sweetness was you best quality. It’s what I will always remember about you.
You mattered. Your life was precious just as every life is precious. You mattered because you loved and you were loved. You mattered to me, your sister, and your brothers.
I know this will not bring you back as you were but I had to get it off my chest. You are with the goddess in her temple now. It is an honor bestowed on the familiars of witches and their like.
I will see you in the eyes of another someday and I promise to be a better mother to you when that time comes.
Love, Your Mama
You were my child for a brief time. I was devastated when you left me so suddenly. What made it worse was when I was told that there was something that could have prevented your loss and kept you from suffering.
Even though I loved you with all my heart, I was not the best mother to you. I regret not being more vigilant in my care of you. I should have known you were ill and I should have gotten you the care you needed.
You were brave to let me into your heart. I was so shocked when you took to me right away. I held you close to my heart and you became a part of it.
You were strong. Even in sickness, you gave me love. You were sick for most of your life and that should have never been allowed to happen. I should have never let that happen.
You were good girl and I couldn’t have asked for a better child. You made me smile even when you were doing something you knew was naughty. Your sweetness was you best quality. It’s what I will always remember about you.
You mattered. Your life was precious just as every life is precious. You mattered because you loved and you were loved. You mattered to me, your sister, and your brothers.
I know this will not bring you back as you were but I had to get it off my chest. You are with the goddess in her temple now. It is an honor bestowed on the familiars of witches and their like.
I will see you in the eyes of another someday and I promise to be a better mother to you when that time comes.
Love, Your Mama
17. Home Cooking
Dec. 2nd, 2016 10:42 amLinda walked into the house and sniffed the air. There was a distinct smell of food cooking. “Frank? Are you here?”
“I’m in the kitchen.” Frank called out.
“Good because I don’t think burglars cook when they break in.” Linda put her bag on the hall table and took off her heels. She padded to the kitchen then stood there in shock.
Frank turned with a smile on his face that faded when he saw Linda’s. “I’m going to clean it up.”
There were pots pans and bowls all over the counter. There was flour on the floor and something dripping off the edge of the island. Two egg shells had just missed the trash can in the corner.
“Oh god! I need wine.” Linda pointed her finger at him. “This better be cleaned up before you go to bed. What did you do? Did use every pot and mixing bowl I have?”
“I think there may be a bowl or two in the cabinet.” Frank sighed. “You’re going to love what I made. Go sit in the living room and I will bring you wine.”
Linda went to sit down and Frank brought her a glass of red wine.
“Dinner is almost ready.” Frank gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back into the kitchen.
Linda took a drink from the wine glass and sighed. It had been the longest week and she was finally free for the next two days.
Frank came back ten minutes later and took the glass from her. “Come sit at the table and eat.”
“Just bring it here and give me back my wine.” Linda said as she reached for the glass.
“Come get it.” Frank said as he walked to the dining room.
Linda sighed and got up. She was relieved when she saw the room wasn’t a mess like the kitchen.
The table in the dining room was set and the candles were lit. It was very romantic.
“Sit down and I will bring the plates.” Frank put the glass at her chair and went into the kitchen.
Linda sat down and waited.
Frank came back with two plates of beef stroganoff and steamed asparagus. He sat the plates on the table and sat down. “Surprised?”
“Stunned. I didn’t know you could cook.” Linda took a taste of the stroganoff. She was surprised how good it was. “Where did you learn to make this?”
“It’s my grandmother’s recipe.” Frank smiled. “I just wanted to share it with you.” He slid a small black box across the table. “Hopefully, I will be cooking for you a lot more when we are married.”
Linda put down her fork and opened the box. The diamond was small but the ring was beautiful. “Yes you will.”
“I’m in the kitchen.” Frank called out.
“Good because I don’t think burglars cook when they break in.” Linda put her bag on the hall table and took off her heels. She padded to the kitchen then stood there in shock.
Frank turned with a smile on his face that faded when he saw Linda’s. “I’m going to clean it up.”
There were pots pans and bowls all over the counter. There was flour on the floor and something dripping off the edge of the island. Two egg shells had just missed the trash can in the corner.
“Oh god! I need wine.” Linda pointed her finger at him. “This better be cleaned up before you go to bed. What did you do? Did use every pot and mixing bowl I have?”
“I think there may be a bowl or two in the cabinet.” Frank sighed. “You’re going to love what I made. Go sit in the living room and I will bring you wine.”
Linda went to sit down and Frank brought her a glass of red wine.
“Dinner is almost ready.” Frank gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back into the kitchen.
Linda took a drink from the wine glass and sighed. It had been the longest week and she was finally free for the next two days.
Frank came back ten minutes later and took the glass from her. “Come sit at the table and eat.”
“Just bring it here and give me back my wine.” Linda said as she reached for the glass.
“Come get it.” Frank said as he walked to the dining room.
Linda sighed and got up. She was relieved when she saw the room wasn’t a mess like the kitchen.
The table in the dining room was set and the candles were lit. It was very romantic.
“Sit down and I will bring the plates.” Frank put the glass at her chair and went into the kitchen.
Linda sat down and waited.
Frank came back with two plates of beef stroganoff and steamed asparagus. He sat the plates on the table and sat down. “Surprised?”
“Stunned. I didn’t know you could cook.” Linda took a taste of the stroganoff. She was surprised how good it was. “Where did you learn to make this?”
“It’s my grandmother’s recipe.” Frank smiled. “I just wanted to share it with you.” He slid a small black box across the table. “Hopefully, I will be cooking for you a lot more when we are married.”
Linda put down her fork and opened the box. The diamond was small but the ring was beautiful. “Yes you will.”
18. Women and Science
Dec. 2nd, 2016 10:45 amThrough the years many women have had to fight to enter the world of science and technology. It has been a field dominated by men with only a few exceptions.
When you think about it, it seems odd to exclude women from a field they are already in. women have been the one to cook and clean and care for children since the beginning of time. All three of these takes a knowledge of science.
Cleaning uses substances such as chemicals to dissolve other substances. It requires a general knowledge of chemistry. Knowing what dissolves what stain is key. Also knowing what chemicals not to combine is part of that as well.
Cooking also requires an understanding of chemistry as well. Adding together ingredients and heating foods to change them is what cooking is about. To change one thing into something else is the heart of what cooking is. Just as a scientist adds chemicals together to make new chemicals so does a woman who cooks for her family.
The woman that cares for her children and family has a basic knowledge of biology and medicine. Knowing what cures a fever or what medicine to put on a cut is part of being a caretaker. Women also know when the problem can’t be solved using the family medicine cabinet or first aid kit. When a tummy ache is more than a tummy ache or knowing that a bone is broken is part of biology and anatomy.
So why should we exclude girls and ultimately women from being in the sciences when they are already there. It seems silly doesn’t it?
When you think about it, it seems odd to exclude women from a field they are already in. women have been the one to cook and clean and care for children since the beginning of time. All three of these takes a knowledge of science.
Cleaning uses substances such as chemicals to dissolve other substances. It requires a general knowledge of chemistry. Knowing what dissolves what stain is key. Also knowing what chemicals not to combine is part of that as well.
Cooking also requires an understanding of chemistry as well. Adding together ingredients and heating foods to change them is what cooking is about. To change one thing into something else is the heart of what cooking is. Just as a scientist adds chemicals together to make new chemicals so does a woman who cooks for her family.
The woman that cares for her children and family has a basic knowledge of biology and medicine. Knowing what cures a fever or what medicine to put on a cut is part of being a caretaker. Women also know when the problem can’t be solved using the family medicine cabinet or first aid kit. When a tummy ache is more than a tummy ache or knowing that a bone is broken is part of biology and anatomy.
So why should we exclude girls and ultimately women from being in the sciences when they are already there. It seems silly doesn’t it?