My World With Words

Well, once again I’ll be traveling to visit my mom this June, and once again, I’ll be driving. It’s an eleven hour drive (it used to be ten, but she moved to the far side of the city) and I need some suggestions for audio books. I’ve found I prefer memoirs, and that discovery came from some great suggestions from some of you last year.

So if you know of a good memoir, pass that info on to me! I’ll need to order it from Audible, but that shouldn’t limit anything. They seem to have every audio book available.

Thanks, everyone!

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Quite timely for me, I must say, as I did a fair amount of laundry over the weekend. I’d let it pile up and finally reached a point where I needed clean clothes, so I gave in. Apparently National Laundry Day is a day to “assess our laundry habits and teach our children to develop good ones,” so I’ve done some assessing, and reached the conclusion that I’d be a lot better off if I didn’t wait until I was desperate for clean clothing to throw a load in.

One thing that usually keeps me from doing a lot of laundry at once is my fear of the vent behind my dryer catching on fire and my apartment burning down as a result. Supposedly, apartment management has people out to clean those vents on a regular basis, but I’m not so sure. So when I do throw a load in the dryer, I sometimes pause it midway to let things cool down. I have no idea if that actually does any good, but it makes me feel better. I’d clean that vent out myself if I had access to it and knew what I was doing, but I don’t.

Another reason I should throw a load in on a regular basis and not let it pile up? I place my clean clothes on my bed, and it’s a lot easier to sort through the pile and get everything put away if I don’t have three loads on there at once. Yes, I could do it one load at a time while the other loads are still spinning in the dryer, but I don’t. My typical distractedness gets me going on other projects while the wash is still in progress.

Okay, it’s easy to develop these lazy laundry habits when you’re single and only have yourself to answer to. If I had a family I know I’d be a lot more anal about getting it done properly. But other things take precedence for me, like going grocery shopping or vacuuming or sorting through the spare bedroom. Those are all things I did while also doing my laundry this weekend. Not to mention a little socializing. I do have a life.

So anyway, assess your own laundry habits and see if you can do better than I do.

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Sourdough bread traces back as far as the Egyptians of 1500 BC, and has been popular throughout the ages. It was commonly used during the Gold Rush of 1849, and some San Francisco bakeries can trace their sourdough starters back to that time. As you might guess if you don’t already know, San Francisco is famous for its sourdough bread, and with good reason. It’s the best I’ve ever tasted.

When I was in high school in California, my church youth group took a trip to SF, where I purchased a loaf of sourdough bread. I proudly brought it home as a gift for my family. My mom was irritated, saying I didn’t need to be buying food for us. Of course, that wasn’t my thinking. I just knew my family would enjoy it. Had a bought Ghirardelli chocolate, I doubt she would have objected, and I’m thinking that’s what really got to her. She wanted chocolate and instead I brought home bread. Oh well, live and learn. When I visited my mom in Minneapolis last year, we bought plenty of goodies. Not a single loaf of bread.

There aren’t too many places I can buy sourdough bread around here, but I do know of one bakery. So in honor of National Sourdough Bread day, I plan to stop by there this weekend. I hope you can celebrate in a similar way!

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Today in church, the birthday blessing featured one special young man, who turned 18 on Thursday. I’m proud of Edward because he’s come so far in his short life, and I’m proud of his aunt, my friend Mandy, because she’s help bring him to the point he’s at today.

She’s had custody of him from the time he was 12 or 13 (I forget exactly when). Initially it was meant to be temporary, but when that first period of just a few months was over, Edward asked to stay with Mandy. I would say begged, but he didn’t have to go that far. Mandy was willing to take him on full-time for the rest of his childhood.

His younger years, the first few of elementary school, at least, were rough. Things were bad at home and Edward was struggling in school. He was placed in a special ed. class, where he was lucky enough to have teachers who recognized his problems weren’t intellectual, they were a result of a bad home life. They encouraged him to do more and be more, knowing he was capable of it.

One of those teachers was another friend, Karen, who also went to my church. She usually attended a Saturday evening service, while Edward and Mandy went Sunday mornings. However, there was a Good Friday service where we all attended. Edward couldn’t wait to tell her about an award he’d received at school, and Karen was thrilled to hear about it.

I talked to Mandy after church today, and she’s worried about him as an adult. All parents do that, I think, at least the ones who care. However, Mandy has a particular reason to be concerned, Back in the day, she had dropped out of high school to raise her two brothers. One thanks her to do this day for her commitment and sacrifice, the other, Edward’s father, blames her for everything. I mean, even really stupid stuff. That’s who he is and Mandy knows it’s about him and not her, but she’s afraid Edward will take after his father. I don’t think she has to worry, but I understand her concern.

Edward is a great kid, I mean, young man, and so much of that is due to Mandy’s care of and love for him. I’ve known him and Mandy since he was 2 or 3, and watched both of them grow. I believe he’ll do well in the future. I believe in him, just as I believe in Mandy. Who, by the way, went on to get her GED. She didn’t let her past stop her.

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I started to get the vacuum cleaner out when I noticed Mimi was smack dab in my way. I decided to let her continue to relax there rather than stressing her with my cleaning. Okay, it isn’t the cleaning so much as the cleaning apparatus that stresses her. Whatever the reason, and maybe I’m just being lazy, I left her alone with her thoughts.

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