The Housewife Chronicles of a Roller Coaster Week

vacuum-ornI believe that Truth is stranger than Fiction; movies based on true stories with a little tweaking or embellishment are my favorite kind. And so my life, with just a little embellishment, is the theme of this blog.

Let’s start out on a cherry note. A picture of my very spoiled dog, Bailey. (Note to self: I need to make a user icon for Bailey so he can post for himself.)

Once again he asks: Do I look comfy to you?


Here’s a pic that could be his avatar:








Bailey Nose or Bailey Knows.

In no particular order, here are the highs and lows of the past week or ten days:

1. My friend Suzanne* asked if her son Jeff* could stop over my house for a  free** vacuum cleaner and rug shampooer demonstration. He would vacuum and clean my rugs, for free. The reason is he is going to sell vacuum cleaners and needs to “practice.” Against the yellow lights blinking in front of my face, and the knife-like feeling in my stomach, I said yes.


A half hour before he is supposed to show up, his boss calls to tell me that he is coming with Jeff. What kind of vacuum do I currently have? If I fall in love with their vacuum, do I have the authority to make the financial decision alone that I can buy their vacuum. No. No, I don’t, because I have a new vacuum that works just fine, thanks. Also, I am not in the market for a vacuum, as I am not working and have no extra money. He says, no problem, we have easy payment plans for any budget. Absolutely anyone can afford their vacuum.

I hung up the phone. (Yes, my cell phone. A wimpy click. Remember the good old days when you could slam a phone down? I miss that.) From my toes, up through my body– with a quick stop in my stomach to pick up some extra juice–came anger. Furious anger. How dare he stick his nose into my personal finances? The anger went up through me all the way up to the ceiling. I was in a cloud of anger. (Yes, I know this is not a life and death situation, but I’ll get to that.)

Then I realized: this was the first time in a longgggg time that I did not stuff the anger back down. I did not deny myself of feeling the anger.  I did not lie to myself and say that I wasn’t angry.  I did not eat a box of cookies to stuff the anger back down. I was feeling an emotion, not quite as normally as other humans, but I was feeling it.

I called back, and got voice mail. Of course. I left a message cancelling the demo. I wrote a big note that I was not available and left it on the front door. Then I took my very spoiled dog for a longggg walk. As I was walking I was breathing and feeling all around inside the anger. It felt overwhelming, but I kept putting one foot in front of the other, and realized that it’s okay to be mad. I don’t have to worry about being punished, or being yelled at. I can just let it be. After 50-something years, I felt real anger more intensely than I can remember.

Back and forth text messages to my friend and her son. She told me please don’t worry about it, and don’t be upset. He has other people to do the demos for, and he wouldn’t want me to feel bad. I was so relieved.

I felt better after the walk.

I sat down and laughed when I realized that the last time I encountered a pushy salesman, I threw him out of my house. It was years ago, and the two guys were trying to sell us siding for the townhouse. But after an hour of talking, they could not give me an estimate of the price. I told them, “We’re done here!” and that was that.

2. I lost my hat. (Whiteface Mountain.)


Then I lost my other hat. (sorry no pic)

My ears are cold.

3. I was watching a show on tv, when someone rang the doorbell. I peeked out the window (thinking it might be my son) and there was a guy there looking up at the trees in front of my house, with his back toward me and shirt that said, “Tom’s Tree Trimming Service” (or something like that). Ugh. We spent almost $3,000 having trees taken down 3 years ago. That ship has sailed. Now, I suppose a normal person would open the door, listen to him, and say, “No thank you.” But who says I’m a normal person? I made sure the door was locked, and hid in the kitchen until he left. Bailey was barking the whole time, so I figured he wasn’t going to try to break in.

Bailey is not amused!

Bailey is not amused!

4. I cleaned out the kitchen closet, you know, the pantry, where all the food and spices are, and the kitchen garbage can. Over the past 6 months when I was recuperating from cancer surgery, nothing in my house got a deep, scrubbing cleaning. So you know how food misses the garbage can, and winds up all over the walls, floors, yuck. So I took everything out and cleaned everything.

When I was finished, I closed the pantry door and realized that no one in the universe is going to notice that my closet is now clean. Huh.


5. My son got a new job and was supposed to start on Sunday. Oh, it was a divine answer to prayer. He was working at Radio Shack, which is circling the toilet and has filed for bankruptcy. We were all so happy about this new job.

My son caught some kind of wicked cold and has been in bed all week. I took him to the doctor Monday, and he got some medicine and a note for his employer. I took the note to his work, and told them that he really really really wants this job but he is very very very sick. Which is all true. I hope he is better soon!

[Monday involved two different doctor visits, two trips to the pharmacy, etc., etc. Sometimes I wonder why I am tired.]


Well that’s just some of the excitement that is my life.

I need to go vacuum the floors now!





* I don’t use real names. But you already knew that. :-)

** Nothings free. There is a price in blood, sweat or tears. But you already knew that too.

If I wrote the Finale for Downton Abbey

Downton-gangThere are rumors that Downton Abbey will only have one more season.  We are expecting a kick-butt finale. There are also a few plot lines that have been introduced along the way that need some closure. It’s a rule of writing that whatever is promised in the pilot should be sufficiently wrapped up in the finale, so as not to upset your fans. I need only mention Lost and How I Met Your Mother as examples of finales which left the fans angry, upset and frustrated. So this is how I would end Downton Abbey:
1. Thomas will pull another grand scheme to hurt Mosely. It will backfire in his face and he will die a slow, horrible death.

2. The Dowager will confess on her deathbed that she did indeed bare Kurigan’s love child while vacationing in Switzerland in 1875.

3. Captain Obvious: John and Anna Bates will open that Bed and Breakfast they’ve been discussing and call it the “Bates Motel.”

4. Rose will marry Atticus. They will supply housing for the Kindertransport Children who will be coming to England in the late 1930’s to escape Hitler. Her mother is not amused.

5. Carson and Mrs. Hughes will retire together and share a little cottage, separate bedrooms of course. And indoor plumbing.

6. Mrs. Patmore purchases the cottage adjacent.

7. Isobel will marry Lord Merton and secretly spend all his money and leave his spoiled brat sons penniless.

Lord-Merton 8. Tom will announce he is leaving for America. Robert will refuse to let him take baby Sybil. Tom will punch Robert in the mouth and take off running.

9. Robert dies of a heart attack while discussing finances with Mary.

10. The true heir of Downton Abbey, Peter, who was believed to have died on the Titanic in the pilot (and who showed up in season 2 with a mangled face) will return to Downton, having undergone plastic surgery. He will then marry Edith, who will then inherit her father’s portion of the estate. Due to some legal mumbo-jumbo, Mary and her son will lose their share of the estate also, and Edith gets everything.

11. Mary will be forced to marry for money and position after all. Maybe bring back Sir Richard Carlisle. (Ouch!)

12. Daisy leaves Downton and becomes a sous chef at the same hotel where Alfred works. He finally falls for her. They invent fire together.


Season 6 is probably already written, and mostly filmed. But I wouldn’t be surprised if at least a few of these ideas showed up.
In fact, I expect it.

Peter: Get Out of Jail, Free!

getoutofjailPeter was chained in his jail cell with sixteen guards watching him. King Herod must have had a premonition that Peter needed all those men to keep him in jail. I mean, two sets of chains would be enough to hold most people, don’t you think?

Meanwhile, Peter’s friends were all gathered in one place, praying for him. I’m guessing that they were praying for his release from prison. I don’t think they were praying for a new car for him. But that’s just my opinion.

An angel showed up in Peter’s jail cell, bringing light with him. He poked Peter in the side and told him, “Get up!” The chains fell off of Peter. Then the angel told him, “Get dressed and follow me.” Peter, who is famous for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, doesn’t say a word, but follows the angel. I wouldn’t argue with the angel either; get me out of here!

Peter didn’t know that the angel was real yet; he thought he was seeing a vision. The angel led Peter past some more guards at their posts, and came to the iron gate of the city, which opened by itself, and they went out, and went down one street. Then the angel disappeared.

Peter realized at this point that this was real, he wasn’t dreaming. He went to the house of Mary, the mother of John Mark, were Peter’s friends were gathered praying for him. He knocks on the door — the answer to their prayers — but they don’t believe it’s him. Ha. I do that sometimes, I can’t believe I got the answer I was praying for! Peter finally convinces his friends that yes, it is he, and then he decides to go to another place to hide. Herod’s boys are going to be in hot pursuit any minute.  They don’t find Peter, and Herod orders that the guards that were watching Peter be killed.

That’s the first part of Acts Chapter 12. The miraculous jailbreak. It’s one of my favorite stories. I also like the next part.

The people of Tyre and Sidon made peace with Herod because Herod’s country supplied their food. The one day Herod dressed up in his fine kingly clothes and gave a big speech. The people kept shouting, “The voice of a god and not of a man!

Then immediately an angel of the Lord struck him, because he did not give glory to God. And he was eaten by worms and died.

Where did the worms come from? A sudden burst of worms like locusts?

So Peter gets out of jail free. And Herod gets eaten by worms.

It all depends on who your trust is in: Yourself or Jesus?


Greetings from the Great White North East

Do you hear that sound? Listen carefully.

Yes, that. That’s the sound of the Canadians and Russians laughing at us for being Snow Wimps.

Besides several feet of snow, the temperatures are in the single digits, and factoring in the wind chill, they are well below zero.


We are frustrated, moody. Winter is not supposed to be this cold.

Says who?

I came across a lot of humor on this subject, and I will share it here for your amusement.







Winter-8 Winter-9




Update: Here’s another one.


Breaking News: Winter is cold

Oh, it's well below zero.

Oh, it’s well below zero.

Today’s the kind of day when the snot in your nose freezes when you take your first breath outside.

So you wrap a scarf around your neck and mouth and breathe through your mouth, not minding too much the taste of polyester, or the fear of breathing in one of those little balls of fabric that congregate so happily in the dryer lint-screen. Better to breathe in some warm lint than ice-cold air. After a while, you notice that the outside of your nose hurts; it feels as if the wind has encrusted it in ice.  As you continue walking, you notice that now you don’t feel your nose at all. It’s a welcome numbness that takes the place of where your nose used to be.

I don't know what the big deal is. I have a fur coat.

I don’t know what the big deal is. I have a fur coat.

Keep walking. You notice that the wind is whipping through your legs, just below where the coat covers, and even though you have warm, thick sweatpants on, they are no match for the arctic chill. Suddenly you notice that your fingers have a thousand tiny pins prickling your fingertips and kick yourself that you wore your cheapo $2.99 gloves instead of the nice “Made in Norway” gloves that are home collecting dust in the basement, inside a Rubbermaid container. You move your fingers to circulate the blood again, but the needles still hurt and now you notice that the previously frozen snot is now beginning its descent down the inside of your nose, and do you have a tissue handy, or did you use up all the paper towels while cleaning up the dog’s poop from the side of the road?

Sure it's pretty--from indoors!

Sure it’s pretty–from indoors!

You see a neighbor pull their car into the driveway, but you speed up your steps and pretend not to see them. This is not a day to be chatting outdoors while standing still. By now, your toes are starting to complain because they have been shoved into sneakers and not boots, because you are so tired of wearing boots and sneakers are more comfortable, but as the little dog in 101 Dalmations said, “My nose is froze, and my toes are froze..”

Thankfully your ears are not cold because you are wearing your Whiteface Mountain hat, which you overpaid $40 for in May of 2013 in Lake Placid, when it snowed there but the locals were all wearing shorts. You get nervous when you wear that hat some places, because with all the racial tension in the country, you get afraid that someone may not have heard of Whiteface Mountain, and may misconstrue the meaning of “Whiteface” sprawled across your forehead.


You finally get back to your driveway and even though Bailey pulls on the leash because he wants to take another lap around the cul-de-sac, you pull back tightly and let him know that we are going into the house, sorry but there’s no compromising today, and you’re already spoiled enough and I’ll give you cheese if you just let me get in the house without a tug-of-war.

The first stop inside the house is to the bathroom to grab toilet paper to wipe your nose, as you forgot to buy tissues again, and the water-repellant sleeve of your coat just won’t do. It is a warm 65 degrees indoors, but the sudden change in temperature feels like a hot flash, and you begin ripping off your outer clothing and dropping it in a pile by the door.


It’s winter.

It’s cold.

But this too shall pass.

Stay warm, my friends.

What if an atheist wrote about the Holocaust?

Scheisshaus-LuckWhat if, instead of a Jew, an atheist was arrested and thrown into a concentration camp?

That’s exactly what happened in the book that I am currently obsessed with, Scheisshaus Luck, Surviving the Unspeakable in Auschwitz and Dora by Pierre Berg with Brian Brock.

When I looked at the cover, I thought it was going to be “just another” Holocaust story. (I would love to see them re-release this book with another cover. I believe it can reach a wider audience.)

Although Pierre was a member of the French Resistance, he was arrested by the Nazis while visiting a friend who was being arrested for owning a short-wave radio. Wrong place, wrong time.

He was a teenager when he was arrested and sent to Drancy, where he met a girl named Stella and fell in love. His love for Stella weaves in and out of the story, a thread of hope for him to look forward to in the future, as he endures hell on earth day after day.

After leaving the concentration camps and getting back home, Pierre sat down to write his memoirs while still fresh in his mind. After a few attempts to have it published, he put it in a drawer and moved on with his life. Fifty years later, he pulled out the draft and worked on it with Brian Brock, a writer. It became the book, Scheisshaus Luck.

The book is not merely a retelling of the atrocities committed, but an emotional roller coaster through the eyes of a teenager whose world is spinning out of control. That’s what makes it so different.

There are a few of the sentences and phrases that make me stop as gasp as I read it:

…with our traveling companions, twelve hundred prisoners of the Third Reich.

If the Nazis found that message and connected it to me, it would be certain torture and death.

No, [this time] we were going to travel like farm animals.

From the shadows appeared ghastly creatures dressed in blue and gray striped uniforms. I couldn’t believe they were human.

The only thing I cared about was my stomach’s incessant crying.

There are lots more, but that is a sample of how good this writing is.

I highly recommend you read this book. Click to read more on Amazon here: Scheisshaus Luck









The Law vs. Grace in a “sound bite” society


We like our food microwaved, or information immediate. We beep at the car in front of us to go milliseconds after the light turns green, and we run the yellow-turning-red light so we don’t have to wait. The faster the better.

And so, who could blame people for approaching the Bible the same way? Do you need an answer to life’s problems? Open the book and point to a sentence. Don’t bother reading it in context.

It’s a Short Attention Span Lifestyle.

It’s not how the Bible was intended to be read.

Let me say this first: I think memorizing lines of scripture is vital to living a Christian life. But we have to put the lines back into the context to see what the Lord is telling us.

People like to run around saying, “Don’t judge.” Yes, there are times NOT to judge. There are also times we need TO judge. If all it meant was NEVER judge, why do we have Judges in court rooms at all? Why not let all the criminals do whatever they want? Why have rules at all?

There are times not to walk, and there are times not to walk on the grass.

So when it comes to the subject of Law vs. Grace, we seem to get into the same kind of trouble.

So let’s start with Matthew 5:17:

“Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets; I have not come to abolish them but to fulfill them.”

Jesus comes to fulfill the prophecies, and fulfill the law. His lifeblood was the sacrifice to God for our sin, so the animal sacrifice was no longer necessary.  We get that.

But most of us have been taught that since we cannot keep the Law, we don’t have to worry about our sin at all, Jesus paid for it, it’s under the blood.

Not so fast.

When we confess our sin, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.  1 John 1:9

But that doesn’t mean we can live any way we want, and keep on sinning, because “we are not under the Law but under Grace.”

Grace is “unmerited favor.” We can’t earn it. But it’s more than that. Biblical Grace is God’s power in us to overcome sin. To press on toward the goal, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, not looking to sin, not walking after the flesh, but walking after the spirit.

biblicalGraceGrace empowers us beyond our natural ability by His Divine Nature. As He is, so are we in this world. We are to walk as Jesus walked.

Make every effort to live in peace with everyone and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord.  (Hebrews 12:14) Holiness is a product of Grace.  The Kingdom of God is within you. (Luke 17:21)

By God’s great and precious promises He allows us to be partakers of His divine nature. (2 Peter 1:4)

When Jesus told His followers that the greatest commandments were to “Love God with all your heart, soul and strength, and love your neighbor as yourself,” He was not lowering the bar, He was raising it.

If we truly believe that the same power that raised Jesus from the dead lives in us – think about that for a minute — how can we attempt to do anything but His best for us?  (Romans 8:11)

In fact, here’s the whole verse:

But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.

*** I believe this means NOW on earth, not “someday” in Heaven.

I don’t have all the answers–I am just starting to learn this concept. I also thought for years that it didn’t matter how I lived. But now I see that was not God’s intention at all. He gave us the Holy Spirit to be His body on earth, to take His Good News to those who don’t know Him. To feed the poor, heal the sick, etc.

I believe that among the tools He has given us are His Word–to read, meditate, discuss, and memorize, and the Holy Spirit–His presence with us always, and the baptism of the Holy Spirit, speaking in other tongues, our prayer language. I know this has been the subject of debate for two thousand years. I believe you can be saved without having the baptism of the Holy Spirit. BUT I believe it’s a huge gift to the body of Christ and that is why the devil fights it so hard. Just think: if we can pray directly from our spirit, to God the Father, with the Holy Spirit’s help, and not have our own human weakness in the way—if you were Satan, wouldn’t YOU fight it?!

Wrap up: I’m not an expert in the gift of Grace; I’m still learning. But I see the tip of the iceberg, and instead of focusing on the tip, I am digging in, to see what is submerged.

I recommend an excellent study series: Relentless by John Bevere.

Have a good day everyone. Here is a picture of Bailey to cheer you: