It’s late and I want to sleep. That’s all I have to say to this crazy body of mine that is STILL AWAKE and not SLEEPING.
Author: Jana
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I’m sick,sick I say
I don’t know what is worse about being sick…
–the growing pile of used kleenexes at my feet (which aren’t really kleenexes but are some kind of rough-hewn torture device parading in the name of environmetnally friendly paper products that have whole chunks of wood and sawdust mingled in the tissue that is supposed to be applied to the most sensitive parts of one’s nose)
–(not)sleeping next to someone who’s temperature repeatedly spiked to 102.5 last night and each time he soaked the sheets and bedding with his clammy sweat
–having to go to the store last night because I’m not the one with the fever and running into about 20 of my students as I stand in line to buy more kleenexes and 6 different packets of medicines and I’m wearing the same pants and ratty tee that I’ve been wearing the past 3 days and I start to think I probably have old woody kleenexes stuck to my butt and I don’t even know it and then I can’t even work the debit card thingy right because I never go to the sucky chain grocery store across the street and I don’t know that I have to push the buttons 4 or 5 times to tell the machine that I just want to use my debit card for crying out loud (nice Trader Joe’s checkers, I miss you!)
–when I take cold medicine I can’t sleep. I can doze a bit, but forget sleep. So last night I laid (lay, lie, I dunno?) in bed just staring at the ceiling and wondering when my head will stop feeling like it weighs 400 lbs already
–sleep, I miss you
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my names
Over the years several friends have asked me why I took my husband’s name rather than keeping my maiden name. I have a simple answer: because I liked my husband’s surname better than mine. My maiden name is German and rather rough-sounding. It is an unusual name (I’ve never met another person with the name that’s not in my family) and is hard to spell. John’s last name is French, it’s short, and it’s easily spelled. So changing my name had little to do with any kind of feminist politics–it was just a desire to adopt a more aesthetically-pleasing name.
Nowadays, I change my name depending on what I’m doing. For writing in the academic world, I use my first name, maiden name and John’s surname. However, for all other purposes I use my first name, middle name (not maiden) and John’s surname. The latter form is my legal name.
John and I have two sets of friends who changed their surname entirely when they married. One couple adopted a name that’s a hybrid of both of their former surnames. Another chose a word that they liked and used that as their surname. Had John and I known either of these folks before we married, I’m sure that we would have discussed adopting a new surname. As it stands, though, we are all pleased with the current surname. However I won’t be hurt if my children choose to change or alter their names in the future. The ability and power to name oneself is huge. I can’t begrudge them that choice!
In high school my friends all called me “Yawna” rather than Jana. It was fun to have a nickname and an identity that’s linked to that particular time of my life.
Not too long after John and I married we (rather spontaneously) started calling each other by different names. To John I am Dilly, not Jana. I love that this is a name that only he calls me, and whenever I hear him say it, I go a bit weak in the knees.
Lately I have considered changing my first name. I don’t think I’ll really make a change, but it was nice to ponder for a bit. The desire to change was motivated by the impulse to mark a new self. I am not the Jana of ten or twenty years ago. I am new, I am evolving.
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of hands, rings and love
These were the berries that I snacked on in the garden yesterday afternoon. Yum! Berries from the garden have a taste that is so different from store-bought!
Today in Meeting I contemplated many things. Among the other thoughts that were swirling through my mind, I thought about my rings. You can see my wedding band in this photo. Inscribed around the band is the phrase vous et nul autre. I wear my wedding and engagement rings unconsciously. Rarely do I consider how they might shape others’ perceptions of me. They show that I am ‘taken.’ They are also evidence of my continued simplicity (no diamond, no fussiness). John wears the exact same rings on his hand, in just a few sizes larger than mine. This shows an equality between the two of us–a value that we’ve held since th first days of our relationship.
While these rings are evidence of my relationship with John, I don’t feel any more tied to him because I wear this jewelry. The gold bands are meaningless in and of themselves. I don’t feel ‘bound’ to them or to John because of them. I could lose them tomorrow and our bond would continue on without any change or disruption.
Sometimes, like my rings that are always on my finger even without my even thinking about it (because I never take them off), my marriage is a kind of unconscious thing–just there. Of late, though, it’s taken on a freshness. I’m not sure why. Each time I see John my heart just leaps. I am so in love with him. I have to fight the desire to be near him constantly–so we can both get our work done.
Even with having being together for nearly every moment of the holiday weekend I’m already feeling sad that tomorrow morning we both have to go to work and it’ll be hours before we are in each others’ arms again. I know it sounds silly, even juvenile, to adore someone so much. But I’m enjoying every minute of it….
:)
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small and white
I love the simple beauty of this photo! These paperwhite flowers are blooming along my front fence area. They are small, almost unnoticeable. But there is something so endearing about them! I feel calmer, more centered just gazing on them….A space of peace in a busy weekend.
Tonite for dinner I cooked a homemade pizza with a pesto sauce made from the abundance of basil in my garden. It’s gotten a bit colder lately and I’m guessing that the basil might not last too much longer (I usually lose it in late December) so I figured it was time to use it up! I also picked the last of my lettuce for our dinner salad. Most of the plants bolted in the heat last week so there were just a few good leaves left per plant.
In my haste to get the dinner put together, apparently I didn’t wash the lettuce as well as usual. Both John and GameBoy found small snails in their salad. Eeuuuuwwww….I am having lots of snail problems this year–any thoughts on natural snail deterrents? (btw, I promise if you join us for dinner at our home, I’ll make sure to triple wash the lettuce!)
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fuzzy
The quality of this pic ins’t the best–I’m sure it could benefit from a little photoshop massage…But I love what it does capture–the silver grays, greens, and purples of my garden at dusk. The lantana is adjacent to the lamb’s ear in my flowerbed and this blossom looked so pretty in contrast to the soft leaves below.
So when you see this picture, just imagine that the sun is setting and you are enjoying the solitude of the growing darkness. Peace….
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pumpkinish pie
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
May your day and dinner be filled with good food and much joy!
I’ve been chopping squash to make this delicious-sounding recipe from “Food on the Food.”
Momentarily I’ll begin cooking my lumpy-bumpy Halloween pumpkin (the one I bought from my alma mater at the Farmer’s Market) for pumpkin pie! It’s been awhile since I’ve done pie and I’m looking forward to it. Yum!!
PS: Is there anyone else out there who likes to eat pie for breakfast on the day after? IMO, that’s truly the best part of Thanksgiving weekend!
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for peace…
These are the thoughts and questions that we are focused on this month in our Quaker Meeting. Perhaps you might find them fruitful for reflection, too.
November Advice and Queries (from Faith and Reason):
PEACEFriends oppose all war as inconsistent with God’s will. As every person is a child of God, we recognize God’s Light also in our adversaries. Violence and injustice deny this reality and violate the teachings of Jesus and other prophets.
Friends challenge their governments and take personal risks in the cause of peace. We urge one another to refuse to participate in war as soldiers, or as arms manufacturers. We seek ways to support those who refrain from paying taxes that support war. We work to end violence within our own borders, our homes, our streets, and our communities. We support international order, justice and understanding.
Become an instrument of peace. At every opportunity, be peacemakers in your homes, workplaces and communities. Steep yourself in the power of the universal Spirit. Examine your actions for the seeds of violence, degradation and destructiveness. Overcome the emotions that lie at the root of violence and nurture instead a spirit of reconciliation and love. Come to know the oneness of all creation and oppose the destruction of the natural world.Advice and Queries for all individuals:
Do I live in the virtue of that life and power that takes away the occasion of all wars?
How do I nourish peace within myself as I work for peace in the world?
Do I confront violence wherever it occurs, even when my personal relationships are involved?
Where there is distrust, injustice or hatred, how am I an instrument of reconciliation and love?Advice and Queries for the meeting:
What are we doing to remove the causes of war and destruction of the planet, and to bring about lasting peace?
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tea for three
A few days ago, a bright red envelope arrived in the mail from Sara (lucky me!). Inside was her contribution to my emergency tea stash (oh my, and delicious French tea, too–the very best kind!).
So I couldn’t snap a photo of her gift until this morning because I haven’t had good light this weekend. I prepped the ‘shoot’ by setting the tea on a saucer along with my favorite teacup. But after just a few seconds, this happened along:

And then just a few seconds after EllyCat hopped down off the shelf, look who had to investigate:
So I guess what I’m saying is, that between me, Elly and Toby, I doubt Sara’s tea will last long around here!
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the doorway
h/t to Superhero for this gem
Praying
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patcha few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorwayinto thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
-Mary OliverThe photo above is of a red leaf lettuce plant in my garden. Yum!
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Ready to roll
Our CatGirl on her bike on a day that’s (surpisingly) cool enough for a fleece jacket. Biking is our main form of transportation around here and her old garage-sale-BMX bike will be replaced soon, I suspect. But I love that it still gets her where she’s going. :)
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the meeting
A pic of GameBoy with Brian Jacques, the author of the Redwall series of books.
What a joy it is for us to attend booksignings and for our kids to be inspired by the writers of their most beloved stories! Brian Jacques did not disappoint–a salty old Brit, his storytelling had the whole plaza outside the bookshoppe reverberating as he yelled the battle cry, “Eulalia.”









