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Burn-out and Break

Keys

Oh what small little valuable things. It has been not once but twice that I have forgotten my keys before walking out the door on my way to school recently. And yesterday, it proved to be the worst. Dan had taken a half day off work to ride/shadow a police officer that we know--and the shift wouldn't be over until eleven! As a result, I was expecting to be home by 5, but I ended up being locked out of my apartment until he could pick me up from school at nearly midnight. I guess though, that it wasn't all bad. I did spend the entire evening studying for my emergency medicine exam (which didn't go too badly) and I'm going to be sure to have a spare around for future forgetfulness!

Double Standards

Birches

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust--
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-…

Tails on Kites...

Producing Fruit

At the church camp where Dan and I spent our childhood and eventually met as camp counselors, we always used to sing a fun song about the Fruit of the Spirit. It was a bit of a kiddie song, but honestly, I could never keep all of the fruit straight or in what order they came in.

Today I was doing a bit of journaling and got to thinking about what a lucky woman I am to be married to Dan. I thought of that verse and suddenly realized, "You know what, Dan exemplifies all of the fruit of the spirit!" I've always strived to exhibit the fruit of the spirit, but normally got caught up somewhere around the "patience" part. I'd say that I have the better end of this whole marriage business! I love you, Dan!

Lessons from the Lily

"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! 2And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it."

~ Luke 12:27-29

Banana (Oatmeal) Bread

The other day, I decided to try my hand at making applesauce as I had some apples that were past enjoyable eating stage...Well, I ended up making something more resembling baby food, so I think it will become dinner for our squirrels and such in our backyard. Needing to have a culinary success, I turned to an old stand-by of mine.

Here's a recipe that I've grown up with--both my mom and grandma used to make it! I did make a little substitution--quick cook oatmeal for the walnuts. Growing up, my brother was allergic to most nuts, so we just left them out of things. It took until only recently for me to put something in it's place, though. Also, I forgot it for this loaf, but I like to sprinkle a bit more oatmeal on the top of the loaf before baking--it looks so pretty when it's done! Knowing Dan and I when it comes to banana bread, this loaf probably won't make it past Monday!

Banana Nut/Oatmeal Bread

1/2 c. butter, softened1 c. sugar (or sucanat or turbinado fo…

A little R&R

Well, whether I like it or not, I have officially been forced to slow down this weekend. I have a most lovely cold that my body's in full swing of fighting off....too many hours of lost sleep up studying and doing other things these past couple of weeks. Thankfully, I did get through my Pediatrics test today, despite the maddeningly loud sniffs and drips. On to Emergency Medicine next weekend..oh joy.

Not that I mind relaxing, it's great to just slow down for a few days. However, I will miss my weekly salsa dancing. I learned when I was down in Mexico for language school a few years ago and have been hooked ever since. I love it because it's such great exercise (I was never in better shape as when I got back from Mexico!) and so much fun to work hard, learn to follow (never one of my strong suits), and finally nail a new step. Both myself and the girl in my class whom I go dancing with have colds, so unless something miraculous happens, it's bed and soup for us al…

Miss Mary

Moving to Maine was quite a change for both Dan and I. We grew up in the rural Midwest (or near Midwest, however you want to define it). Point being, it was rural and it was pretty conservative. I had always heard of people refer to New England as being liberal but I never really understood what they meant until I moved here. It is very liberal. My school was no exception and there have been a lot of things that that might come up in a clinical setting that we're expected to offer support and acceptance of. If nothing else, it's taught me to have a "wicked good," as they'd say up here, game face!

On the other hand, there are a few gems of getting things right that I've been able to extract from my experiences. Things that I'm not sure would be so greatly appreciated in the more main-stream way of doing things in the cities back home, one of which is integration. There's one thing that I adore, and that's symbiotism. It just feels right, l…