Living Simply
The property at our house looks so different now than when we first bought it in April. And the screened-in porch we have lends itself to viewing the property untouched by insects. We now have furniture – time to relax, breathe in fresh air and enjoy the natural surroundings.
Sitting on the porch at midnight, the night is pitch black. I can hear the frogs croaking in the distance. A nice place to meditate and listen to one’s heart.
I’ve been informed that bats eat mosquitoes. I don’t know if there are any bats in our neighborhood. And if there were, would it be a megabat or a microbat?
The megabat eats insects. Perhaps it would be good to have bats in areas where mosquitoes live. But I don’t know if the bat and the dragonfly would then be in competition for the mosquitoes – would the bats eat the dragonfly? It has been “said” that one bat can eat 600 mosquitoes in an hour. Hmmm …
I learned in a Wikipedia article that bats don’t like to fly in rain as it upsets their sense of location since they use “echos” to find where they should go.
I could go out at twilight when bats are active to see if there are any flying around. However …
When I was about 5 years old, we lived in a 3rd floor apartment building. There were cots in the living room and I was sleeping in one of the cots with a couple of other kids. All of a sudden someone screamed. There was something flying around in our living room.
As I recall, my mother turned on the light and asked everyone to put the bed sheet over their heads. We did so. The bat was flopping around trying to find its way and landed on someone’s head. I can’t recall if it was mine or not. My mother somehow killed it (a broom?) and put the bat in a plastic zippered sleeve with alcohol in it.
My mother was superstitious and believed that someone had sent the bat out to harm us. I don’t know if she still has the bat. About 15 years ago I recall seeing it in her possession.
Perhaps instead of building bird houses I should build bat houses to help the Minnesota mosquito population.
How would one know?
On a drive this morning, I saw a dark lump in the road. Hmmm … a dead bird I thought. But the lump started moving very slowly. As I got closer, I noticed that it was a turtle – a large turtle crossing from one side of the street to the other.
This is the second time I’ve seen a turtle crossing the road — possibly the same one.
I take this as a sign to slow down which I had planned on doing today anyway. My painting days are over for a couple of weeks.
I have unpacked 7 boxes today, finished 5 loads of laundry, ironed and paid bills. Not bad for one day of work. Tomorrow — paperwork. Boxes of paperwork that need to be put away.
On a recent trip to Seattle, I was impressed by the remarks of a young man who spoke to his fellow classmates at graduation. He stated that he was a collage made up of all the people he knew and proceeded to name each person stating what impact they had on his life. This young man was very wise for his years.
We seldom take the time to meditate on who we are and how we were/are shaped by the people around us. Each person in our life brings a small bit of themselves that helps to shape our hearts into a collage – fragments of other people.
The experiences vary – love, rejection, trust, mistrust, laughter, pain, sorrow, healing, anxiety, anticipation, temptation, hope, failure, disappointment, joy – the list goes on.
Each experience brought to my heart by people whose own hearts have been “collaged.”
I could list each person I know by name and what they have brought to my life but perhaps it’s better to let them know directly, one by one, of the piece they have helped to form my collaged heart with.
We normally focus on the good attributes of what is brought into our hearts. But I believe bad can also be good.
Negative and difficult experiences help make me stronger because I learn to bend and stretch as my heart grows in patience and perseverance. Every day I am a better person because of experiences given to me (knowingly or unknowingly) from another person’s collaged heart.
There is One who I will credit for allowing these experiences to form the collage in my heart – always interceding whether through people or through Himself directly – My Father in heaven. For He allowed all these people to be in my life. And …
My collaged heart is grateful today.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28
When John, who was in prison, heard about the deeds of the Messiah, he sent his disciples to ask him, “Are you the one who is to come, or should we expect someone else?†Matthew 11:2, 3
John shows his humanity when he sends his friends to Jesus to ask Him if he is truly the one. Even though John baptized Jesus and had knowledge of what Jesus had done, He still needed assurance that Jesus was THE one, the ONE and ONLY Messiah.
Jesus sent John’s friends back to him saying ““Go back and report to John what you hear and see: The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cleansed, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is proclaimed to the poor.”
Actions – Jesus’ own actions are what He points to.
So often I find myself in similar predicaments. Is THIS what you want me to do or is there something else? I walk around wondering if I’m in the right place at the right time or if I should be some place else.
And Jesus, as He so often does, says to me as He said to John “Look around you and what do you see?” I get affirmed of my place in life by reading the Bible, prayer, friends, and the church community.
The affirmation from above can only be found if I am searching and listening for it in the right places. Then, and only then, can I know that indeed, I am at the right place at the right time.
In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:6
I like Italian restaurants as they are so varied. The more homey ones serve lots of food – an entree is enough for two people with a little bit of leftovers to take home.
Donatelli’s is in White Bear Lake, Minnesota. The kitchen is located right when you walk in. When we arrived around 5:15 pm, it wasn’t very full but by the time we left the place was bustling with local patrons.
I liked the outside of Donatelli’s menu.
And the meal was good although they really slathered on the sauce for both entrees – baked mostaccioli and spinach noodles with a cream sauce. The garlic bread was delicious!
Yum! We’ll have to go back with empty stomachs. The sauces are rich.
Almost every evening, if we keep our sliding door or window open, we can hear the hum of many frogs in the pond and/or lake near our house. The song of the frogs is very calming to me — although if I were to cross paths with a frog, a not-so-little whimper might crack the little frog’s ears.
In Puerto Rico, they also have frogs but the sounds they make are quite different. The frog is called a Coqui, meaning little frog. And little they are.
Most Puerto Ricans love the sound of the co-qui as it sings at night. But when there are quite a few of them together, the sound can be very loud.
Back in 2003, the islands of Hawaii, Kauai and Oahu tried to rid itself of these frogs using citric acid because “scientists are concerned that the quarter-size frogs were eating at least some bugs that exist nowhere else on Earth, are stealing insect food from the mouths of endangered birds and could provide a ready food supply for non-native snakes.” Â (Click here to read the article)
What’s a blessing to some people can be a curse to others … life.
The weather reached 102 degrees in Minneapolis yesterday. Fortunately, we have air conditioning at home although our house is cool enough that we don’t really have to use it.
In hot weather, I move slow — but not as slow as this dead turtle. I found him on a dock in Lake Jane. I’m glad we’re back to “normal” Minnesota weather today.
My new enemy in the state of Minnesota is the mosquito. Apparently they like the type of perspiration that I exude – although, quite frankly, I didn’t think I had much perspiration. But, the mosquitoes love me. I’ve had only a few bites but they have been firm about it.
I don’t remember mosquitoes being dark colored. My mind remembers them being brown growing up in Chicago.
Today, in my effort to find out more about  my enemy, I found out that the Dragonfly will eat the mosquito in all stages of its life. We have had a lot of dragonflies flitting this way and that. I never understood why. Now, I do. And I don’t feel so threatened by the mosquito anymore.
Unfortunately, this particular dragonfly got hooked on my porch screen and it took a long time for him to get off. Maybe he was just saying “hey, we’re here to help.” Awwww ….
Before we purchased our house, we requested that a septic and well test be done. The septic test failed. Apparently the septic is too close to the ground water level. The seller believes it’s because Minnesota had so much snow this winter.
Since we can’t be sure, we requested that design and bid work be done to install a new septic system as required by the city before we purchased the house. This was done and the seller gave us the money to have it done once we bought the house.
I’ve been learning a lot about septic systems. The septic system has a holding tank. The solid waste falls to the bottom of the tank and the liquids float. Apparently bacteria breaks things down. The liquid part of the waste goes out to the drain field via pipes that have small holes in them and is dispersed.
That’s it in a nutshell. I had concerns about our property smelling like, well, urine. But that’s not the case. Whewww!!
Last week, we had the work done. A huge bulldozer was brought to our property and dug up a huge hole for a 1000 gallon septic tank.
They put the septic tank inside the hole very carefully.
The septic tank has a separate pump also. That’s how it gets the waste from one place to another. Once the septic tank is in place, they cap it. Two to three years later (depending on how big the family is) you need to have someone come and pump it out.
Our new drainfield was uphill just a little. The bulldozer dug out and prepared for the new drain field. Only one tree had to be moved. There were some bushes that were taken out but the property actually looks nicer without them.
Next they made a trench, laid down pipes that have small holes in them and then added gravel to the drainfield. It looked quite elaborate.
All was covered with dirt. Now we have 2 septics, a pump and a fancy alarm in case anything should go wrong.
What more could a new homeowner ask for?
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