HomeLife
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. - Annie Dillard
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A Call To Support Marriages
I’ve thought about how to introduce this video challenge I am sharing today. But I just can’t seem to find the words I want. Valentine’s Day can be so cheesy – and this isn’t cynical Lacey or a jaded person typing. I’ve always found the hearts and the cupids surrounding February 14 to be contrived and manufactured. (I have, however saved one Valentine’s card from fifth or sixth grade. It was a sniff and smell kind and on the front was an orange. You can probably guess what lame joke accompanied the orange. I have no real idea why that singular card has been saved all of these long…
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Five Finds Friday (two videos & BBQ chicken & a full circle story)
At one point in this week I was like, “What?? It’s only Tuesday? No. I have lived more than two days already this week. It must be Friday.” So now here I am at Friday and I think this week took two weeks instead of one. What I’m saying is, friends, I don’t know how your house is faring, but it’s been a long week over at my house. I’m pulling into the weekend with an empty tank but hopeful for rest at the end of this week. FUNNY You might think I’m the funny one in my family. What? Someone might think that. I AM…
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Hi, My Name is Lacey and I Have Some News
It was a little over a year ago. Maybe eighteen months? Sometime back then, in our provisions notebook that was a gift from hannaH when it was most important to look for provisions – and we’re still finding it pretty essential – I wrote these words down ….. Got a job at Travelers Rest Here.com. And I did. A freelance writing job for a local website that paid a bit. Almost exactly one year later – both in November – I was presented with an opportunity to do something more than just write for the website. Through a whole myriad of yeses and nos and maybes and timing and…
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Five Finds Friday (nothing here except Rod Stewart and rings that might fall off)
Happy Friday everyone. (It’s been a good week – and a long week. But a productive week. And a mostly stay-at-home week which pleases my Stay At Home child immensely.) FUNNY Sometime during an evening of games and soft trash talk and bad jokes, some kid said some thing that made some other kid say “Some guys have all the luck” to which I responded, in a sing-song voice, “Some guys have all the pain. Some guys do nothing but complain.” (Which both ages me, of course, by making a reference to a Rod Stewart song and makes me wonder what on earth else is hidden…
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crisis of identity.
This charming old farm house in which I reside has a small downstairs bathroom with a single rectangle of a mirror above the sink. I don’t know who installed it or how tall they were. I’m guessing taller than me. When I stand, with shoes on, and look into this mirror (the only mirror in the bathroom) and attempt to gaze upon my own face, I get a sort of decent view of my eyes. Just my eyes. If I stand on my tip toes, then I can see my entire face. I have purchased one of those $6 closet door mirrors from IKEA. I thought it might get…
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life: back at it
I’ve tried to go to bed on time for one full week now – is that about right? Or has it been two weeks? It’s going alright I guess. I’m reading more at night and that’s a bonus. I am rereading Hannah Coulter, you know, after seeing Mr. Berry and all. (And I’m going to try to read Bonhoeffer, thanks in large part to a nudging from Maggie.) But I’m writing less for this blog because I’m running out of daylight hours. (I’m also making horrendous mistakes – like accidentally sending out an unfinished blog post draft from a year and a half ago. Good grief, guys –…
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Five Finds Friday (a word you may have to look up to define & a tiny ax)
“… it just seemed as if she were marking time while life rocketed past.” ― Soheir Khashoggi, Nadia’s Song FUNNY There are a lot of homeschool days that don’t shine like stars in the universe. There’s plenty of mundane and must get done and should have done better and how can you not already know this. I don’t feel like writing about those days today though. I’ll keep having to live them, of course, but I just don’t, at this second, care to write about them. Instead, this week at the dining room table, we had a genuinely funny homeschool moment. (And it was sorely needed…
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after hours
Certain hours are just more dangerous than others. Do you know what I mean? I probably shouldn’t read or respond to texts after midnight. My thoughts generally aren’t so clear. But the dangerous part is – that is usually when I think my thoughts are kind of genius thoughts. That’s when I think I’m hilarious, or endlessly clever or capable of solving All The Problems. Is anyone else out there an Imaginary Midnight Superstar? (I’ll have shirts made for us.) And, if so, how do you cope with that early sunrise? _________________________________
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Five Finds Friday (brothers & fedoras & chocolate pie)
Fanfare. Celebrations. High fives and confetti. You made it to Friday, you guys. FUNNY Last week we were fortunate enough to spend a little time in the mountains of Tennessee (and I’ll share some of those stories next week). While we were gone, our kind dog-loving buddies Tom and Erica kept our furry guy Ryder. They genuinely love Ryder and that is seriously such a wonderful gift to our family when Ryder is well cared for when we are away. Ryder went on hikes with them – they sent photos – and he walked the Swamp Rabbit Trail with them and even went out for pizza…
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the language my children speak
I don’t really have a gauge for how to write about my husband leaving our family. Is there a code for what to include and what to leave out? I hate divorce. It’s easy to hate that. Has God used this evil for good in the lives of my children and myself? Absolutely and already. Is divorce good? Absolutely not. The sadness for me personally is a bit removed, a little in the past. I mean, the consequences feel never ending and there is no sentence I could ever write to encompass all of what I would like to say about those feelings and that pain. But the feelings…
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of the nonsensical and rambling variety . . .
Today a possum waddled (strolled?) right up to our literal back door. I watched him. He was disgusting. But his absolute grossness did not stop me from making a science lesson out of the poor rodent look-alike. I’ll spare you the photo since you might be reading this early in the morning – but if you’re desperate to see it you can visit his unique horribleness on Facebook I suppose. (I didn’t spare the photo there, I’m sorry to say.) Also. The photo revealed how weirdly odd my back “porch” area is. Why are there two empty old glass bottles you may ask? Oh – that’s because the kids…
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time & sleep & our own hard things . . .
It’s seldom about the words. (Although, occasionally it is.) The reason that I most frequently miss posting a blog on any given evening is (almost always) about time. There is simply never enough of it. Which, I know, is a silly thing to say. We all have the same amount of time. There’s twenty-four hours in everyone’s day. We can’t make time, but we can arrange time. Time keeps on slipping, slipping into the future. Time makes memories of us all. There’s always enough time to do what matters most. You make time for what matters. And so on. When I wrote this confessions post last week, it started…
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Five Finds Friday (boots (what?), kettles & ice skates)
Every week, the feeling never changes. The week was both slow and fast. At the same time. Reminds me of a quote by Oscar Wilde – Does anyone ever realize life while they are living it? FUNNY Amazon Prime is not funny. It’s fabulous. And recently our family has met a new friend through Amazon Prime called the Firestick. It’s not funny either. No – it’s also fabulous. It’s probably been out for ages, what do I know about anything having to do with technology? The iCloud confounds me and I can never even find my charger cables, let alone download anything properly. How do I…
