Tick Tock!

The countdown begins in a few hours!  The year 2011 is knocking on the door.

Consider your growth pattern for 2010, and you will likely see areas where you have grown.  Maybe it is  a habit, an attitude, an action, a re-think, an act of  forgiveness, you likely have made progress this year.

That is a blessing.
I hope to talk to you next year!

Peace,
Sylvia

At the Mall

I learned something new at the mall today.  First of all, I was there to fulfill  a promise to my teenager: two hours to shop and spend the money she received as holiday gifts.  I said goodbye for now to her as soon as we left JC Penney.  I began my stroll to find Dansko clogs; she took off like a rocket for Forever 21.
After about an hour or so of strolling, I found my clogs and  then stopped at the food court to nourish, get water, and get off my feet. I sat where I could watch the two side by side flat screen monitor/television screens that were mounted high above the bustling food court.  There were so many people;  lots of teens in the area where I sat!  Probably because the screens continuously played  music videos.  Here is the new thing I learned today: the screen on the left instructed  "Play your favorite music videos free.  Text the code to -----."  There followed about three letters and four digits of code, a different code for each video.  The text was charged to the user's  phone as a regular text fee.  The screen on the right played the selected videos.  There was also a message to Tweet requests for desired music videos.  In essence, the audience in the food court could enter the codes on their phones and direct which music videos we all watched.  I watched videos of Janelle Monae,  Rihanna, Nelly, Neo,  MC Hammer, Nicki Minaj,  Jay-Z,  and several others while I ate my sandwich. 
What a concept!
Back in the day, we had these little jukebox devices at the booths in some restaurants.  You'd put in money, select the song, and it played.   No videos back then.  Now,  we can text both the video and the music.
Wow!
TTYL,
Sylvia

Two Thoughts

Two thoughts for today:

"Starting a quarrel is like opening a floodgate, so stop before the argument gets out of control."
This is from Proverbs 17:14, God's Word version of the Bible.   I  am happy to say that this counsel came in handy for me today!
We often have the drive to get in the last word during a  "discussion."  That does not work if you and the person you are talking to have that same desire to have the final say.  Sometimes it is best to be quiet.

Read the first page of my novel, Behind Church Doors.  It is posted on my website at www.nikkimacproductions.com.  It is on the "Inside the Novel"  page.  Free read!

Take care,
Sylvia

Rituals for a New Year

It is hard to believe that the year 2010 is almost over.  I clearly remember when it began.
Some people have rituals for the end of the year and the start of a new one. 
Some clean their houses so the new year will not find them with untidy homes. 
Some do all their laundry so the new year will not start with dirty clothes in their clothes hamper.
Some make resolutions. 
Some travel. 
Some throw or attend parties.
Some go to NYC to see the ball drop at Times Square and some watch all the festivities on television.
Some go outside and shoot  into the air at midnight. 
Some light firecrackers at midnight. 
Some refuse to let a female cross first over their door threshold on New Year's Day; they believe a man has to be the first in order to have a good and prosperous new year.
Some attend church services on New Year's Eve; they give praise and celebrate with song and sermon and activities.
It is a sound idea to reflect and plan for personal growth in the coming year.  It certainly is a time to think of others, and to give thanks for bring blessed to see 2011. 
Wishing you all the best,
Sylvia

Good Times

I spent the weekend joyfully surrounded by family!  I am blessed to be from a loving birth family and to also be the wife and mother of my own.  Most of my adult brothers and their families as well as my sister were in  attendance.  Some of them came from far away; it was wonderful to be with  them all.  We spent one day at the home of my parents, where Mom was the centerpiece of our affection.  We gave thanks for this season and for all things from God.  We prayed and remembered loved ones who have gone to their rest.  We took time to enjoy one another's company.  We ate.  Mom cooked or baked chicken, ham, sweet potato souffle, collards, peas, potato salad, macaroni and cheese, stuffing, sweet potato pie, banana pudding, German chocolate cake, biscuits.  One brother brought a strawberry cheesecake from Juniors in Brooklyn, NYC, because he knows I so enjoy great cheesecake.  Yum!
On December 26th, we worshipped at morning church service.  One of my brothers taught Sunday Bible Class, and my visiting brother, who is a minister,  preached the morning sermon.  My nephew was scheduled to preach the evening sermon, but a snow emergency caused our local minister to cancel evening worship service.
This morning, I helped shovel snow.  I did not do much more than the mouth of the driveway; my husband did most of the work.  I had to do something to burn some calories, because there is another slice of that strawberry cheesecake left.
Best wishes to you!
Sylvia

Children and Chicken Pot Pie

I enjoy children.  My professional career as well as my personal life involves teaching and guiding them.   I especially like to work with children of preschool and elementary age. 
However, when I go out to a restaurant for a meal, I would rather not be exposed to little children who are in charge of the adults who brought them out to eat.
Last night, I was enjoying a freshly-made chicken pot pie at a diner.  It was delicious!  The conversation with my two dinner companions was quite pleasant.  Before we were seated,  I  heard the sounds of two little children coming from the booth to my left, but since we were separated by a wooden divider, I could not see the people  in the booth.  However, I could hear a verbal tug of war between the adults and the children.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move!  I looked up into the cute face of a  2 or 3 year-old  child. She was standing in the seat, ignoring the adults with her, who kept asking her to sit down.  Well, not to be outdone, the other little child stood up and attempted to hang over the divider also.  For a few minutes, they played the peekaboo, wave food around, and ignore the adults game. I thought I was going to have to gently speak to the adults, but when they finally realized the children would not listen to them, they got up and left.
Sometimes situations just work themselves out.
I continued on with my chicken pot pie and pleasant conversation.
Enjoy your holidays!
Sylvia

No Harmful Side Effects

Here is a prescription.  Just for you.  Free, with no harmful side effects or disclaimers.

When you wake up in a cranky mood, with a sour disposition, not having the desire to speak with anyone human or animal, take a dose of this prescription.
It says "BIBLE" on the container.  Turn to Psalm 118, verse 24.  "This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Next, pray.
Try it.
It works.
Have a great day!
Sylvia

Left Behind

You know the sinking feeling you get in your gut when you realize you left something behind in a place and you have left the place?  It is not quite the same thing as when you lose something; it's that you know where it is and you are not there.  What if someone else picked it up?  Maybe they took it to the lost and found.  Maybe they decided to keep it for themselves.  Maybe someone  tossed it in the garbage.  Maybe...
I am thankful and pleased to report a positive ending to a recent experience like this:
After a routine exam, I was driving down the highway after leaving my doctor's office.  For the exam,  it was necessary for me to take off my watch, my gold earrings, and my gold necklace with pendant.  All of these items hold sentimental value to me, and I wear them almost every day.  Anyway, ten minutes later, I was driving down the road away from the doctor's office when the light bulb went off in my head.  I visualized the three items, right on the floor where I'd left them in the exam room.  Of course, I turned the car around and headed back, my thoughts  racing.
I reentered the office, explained why I was back, went to the room, looked on the floor in the corner- and there they were.  Right where I left them.
I so enjoy happy endings.
Wishing the same for you!
TTYL,
Sylvia

Things That Get Under Your Skin

During a conversation, the topic of Things that one get under one's skin came up.  There was much passion and laughter, but two things were clear: people really are serious about what they don't like, and what bothers one person doesn't necessarily bother another person.
Some of the problem behaviors mentioned:
the sound of fingernails against a blackboard
the sound of chewing gum being popped in the chewer's mouth
the sight and sound of someone spitting in public
the sight of low hanging pants, especially when underwear or skin is visible
the sound of conversation peppered with curse words
the sight and sound of children being disrespectful to their parents
the sight and sound of people having loud cell phone conversations in public
the sight of drivers throwing trash out of their car windows

For now, this is all I can remember of that conversation.  Perhaps you can think of something to add to the list.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Security and Nosy Neighbors

I saw a notice from a popular home security service company. The company wanted customers to know about a scam that some folks are using. They knock on doors, and claim to be from the security service company. When they are invited in, they check out the homes and examine the alarm systems. When homeowners, who are fooled by these folks, give out confidential info about their security systems to the scammers, the security of the home is compromised. The scammers can later shut off security systems and break into homes.
My first thought on hearing about this was, "Are you kidding me? Now the security company has to alert customers about the security of the security system?"
When I was growing up in our old neighborhood, the number of people living in your house and your neighbors were your best security system. We used to have some neighbors who could tell us who came by our house, the time they came by, and what they wanted. Day or night, there was always some neighbor up and watching out. Sometimes we children were annoyed by these neighbors; we thought they were nosy, especially when they told our parents on us for something they saw us do.
I just had a flashback! LOL!
Take care,
Sylvia

Giving Gifts, Receiving Gifts

I was late in starting this writing task today because I was near the tv when part one of Oprah's Ultimate Favorite Things came on. It was a repeat, but since I had not seen it the first time, it was new to me. Oprah Winfrey gave away outstanding and largely expensive gifts to her audience, who in this case, were people who had given back to others.
I was fascinated. I did not know what to look at first - the gifts, the excited faces of the audience, or Oprah's apparent joy at giving the gifts. The giving started out with a special edition diamond watch, a designer tote bag and matching shoes, a Nikon camera, a famous designer special edition cashmere sweater and scarf, a designer pair of earrings, and Oprah's hairdresser's new line of hair care products. Oprah has hair that always looks great, so those products got a lot of favorable audience response from the ladies.
Everyone in the audience received each of these gifts, brought out to them by special "Santa's elves", who looked happy to be delivering the gifts. The retail price for each of these items was hundreds of dollars. The excitement level was so high that the show had medics standing by if audience members required medical assistance. There was much laughing, crying of joyful tears, calling out God's name, fanning, squealing, clapping, jumping, and shouting going on.
I walked away from the television after about fifteen minutes, because my mouth was open in amazement, and my writing was calling me. I am clear that life is not all about material things, and that good spiritual and physical health is more important than expensive gifts. However, I admit that I would not have declined if I had been given a chance to be part of that audience. I'm just saying.
TTYS,
Sylvia

For No Good Reason

Here is the gist of a recent conversation I had with a young person:

Sometimes, a person or persons will dislike you "for no good reason." You have not done anything to them, to the best of your knowledge. At least, they have not said to you that you did anything to offend them, and they won't discuss this with you. The person may be someone with whom you do not even have that much interaction. They may be jealous, they may be siding with someone else who has a problem with you, they may believe a lie someone has told them about you or something you did.
Because of these no good reasons, they may influence others to ICE you out. That means no one in their group will interact with you. They may look at, around, and through you, but not interact with you.
Here's how you turn this into a victory: do not retaliate. Ignore and do not feed into the negative behavior. Pray for them, and for the grace to move faithfully through the situation. Keep your joy. Let God handle it.

Sadly, the negative behavior is not limited to children and teenagers. Sometimes adults who are old enough to know and to do better behave in negative social ways.
The same Christian advice applies. It works!
Take care,
Sylvia

A Sweet Tooth

When I was a young girl, I had a sweet tooth, which means I liked candy and lots of sweets. Actually, I still have a sweet tooth, but now I have more discipline about it. The reasons for discipline involve keeping nice teeth, watching sugar intake, watching calories, watching the example I set for my teenager. All that serious stuff you have to do when you are what they call a responsible adult.
But that does not mean I can't mention some of my favorite candies from my childhood. Some of them are:
Peppermint Patties, Now and Laters, Squirrel Nuts, Sugar Daddies, Sugar Babies, Payrolls, Peanut Chews, Mary Janes, Milky Ways, Good and Plenty, JuJubes, Mike and Ikes, Charms, Charms Pops, Jaw Breakers, Jelly Beans, Black Cows, Butterfingers, Strawberry, Raspberry, and Cherry Licorice. Even though I am not finished, I must stop this list, because it is making my mouth water. Maybe you can think of some of your old favorites...
Wait a minute! I think there is a Peppermint Patty hidden in the veggie bin at the bottom of the refrigerator!
Gotta go!
TTYL,
Sylvia

Don't Forget All the Old Ways

Sometimes, I have to shake my head at myself!
I prepared to mail get well cards this morning. I wrote positive messages inside the cards. I wrote out the mailing addresses by hand, using my elementary school teacher neat manuscript penmanship. I attached my SUNDAY FUNNIES stamps from the post office. Then, I reached for my pre-printed return address labels, and could not find them. I spent several minutes searching for them before I realized something. There was a time when I did not have pre-printed adhesive address labels, so I WROTE out my return address just like I wrote out the mailing address!
What a concept!
Sometimes, I get so used to a more modern method that I forget I used to do it another way. So, I printed my return address on all the envelopes. It did not take that much time, and it looked really neat!
Resourcefully yours,
Sylvia

A One-Way Trip to Mars

Last month, I read a newspaper article about one-way trips to Mars. It seems there are scientists who believe Mars could become colonized faster and better if more astronauts would volunteer to go to Mars and not expect to return home to Earth.
I guess one way to look at this is like settlers coming to a new, undiscovered country, planning to make a life for themselves there, without planning to return and live in the country they left. One could argue that this is how North America was discovered, except there were already people living here when the settlers arrived.
Silly me, I did not know that some scientists had a real plan for people to actually live on Mars. I thought it was just about exploring the planet, maybe visiting.
I would not volunteer to take a one-way trip to Mars, although some other people who are also not astronauts might volunteer to go and not come back to Earth.
I am sure some people have ideas about who should take that one-way trip to Mars.
Be nice...
TTYS,
Sylvia

A Little Bit of Hassle with a Smile

I belong to a book order club. This is the way I purchase most of the books I read. The club sends you brochures about the featured selections, along with a response card. If you don't want to order the featured selections or alternate books, or anything else from the brochure, you mail in the response card marked NO by the deadline. If you do not respond, the 2 featured selections are mailed to you and you remit payment. This usually works quite well, so I have been doing business with this company for years.
This week, they sent me 2 books, but I had already mailed in the NO response card. At first, I was going to keep and pay for them. I did not want the hassle of mailing them back to the company, but they were not books I was interested in reading. Anyway, I have a stack of unread books that I plan to read.
Then, I was going to try and make the books "fit" someone on my holiday giftlist. It was too much of a stretch, so I took them to the post office today, waited in line, and mailed them back. I made a sound financial decision, because the cost of the two unrequested books was about forty-one dollars. The cost to mail them back to the company was less than five dollars. I will ask to be credited for that, too. Sometimes, you have to deal with a little bit of hassle in order to get what you want. You can even do it with a smile.
Happy reading!
Sylvia

It Is Right Under Your Nose!

One of the many magic tricks children can perform is to lose something without getting out of their seats.
When I taught in an elementary school, I would marvel at how we would be working on a group assignment when at least one student would raise their hand and say, "Ms. Brown-Roberts, can I get another pencil?"
"Bruce, didn't I see a pencil in your hand a minute ago?"
"Yes, Ms. Brown-Roberts, but I can't find it. I know I had it in my hand, but I don't know where it went!"
"But Bruce, you have been in your seat during the entire instructional period. I know you did not throw it anywhere, or I would have seen that. Plus, I know you know better than that. It has got to be here; look for it."
After a few minutes of searching with sincere bewilderment, the student would usually find the pencil, or eraser, or sharpener, etc. It would be in the desk of the student, or on the floor under the desk, or in a closed textbook, or even in a clothing pocket. I used to shake my head and wonder...

However, I find that I have unexpectedly learned this magic trick also. This month, I have lost the scissors, a roll of tape, and a pen in the same way. I had not moved from my chair! Each time, when I searched, I found the item on the floor, or in between the chair cushions, or in my jacket pocket.
I have become my third graders.
It's magic!
TTYS,
Sylvia

Go the Other Way

This morning, I did a Bible study in Proverbs 4. Verses 14-15 tell us to stay away from evil people, avoid their path, and go on our way.
This wisdom proverb reminds me of what my parents used to say to us children when we were growing up. If we saw a crowd of troublemakers, we were instructed to go the other way instead of attaching ourselves to the crowd.
When I taught elementary school, I told my students the same thing. On the playground, many of the students had a tendency to rush over to a crowd where a fight was brewing. They wanted to encourage the fight to happen, laugh at the fighters, cheer on one of the fighters, get a few licks in, or see who won the fight. We teachers encouraged the students to alert an adult and let adults handle the matter. That is wiser than joining a crowd which supports violence.
When some of the onlookers got punished along with the fighters, they would protest, "But I wasn't the one fighting. I was just watching!"
The response of the school disciplinarian was often, "You knew it was a fight. You should have gone the other way."
Take care,
Sylvia

Feral Cats and the Headless Mouse

For the last couple of years, we have had feral cats in our neighborhood and now on our street. At first it was one or two, but then someone started feeding them and making them feel comfortable. Now there are probably three or four of them. I read that they don't like to make contact with humans, and that is fine with me. When one of them sees me coming in or out of my house, it moves away. They are awesome in appearance, like housecats on steroids. They have big heads and shoulders, and they must be heavy, because when one jumps on or off my front ledge, (where they like to park themselves), there is a thumping sound.
This summer, I witnessed one of them chase a squirrel up a tree. The squirrel was faster, but I was surprised that big cat could move so fast!
Also this summer, I saw a dead field mouse that had no head on it. It was on the ground near the garage. I think one of the cats bit the head off and played with the mouse body. I covered the headless mouse body with some grass, but when I checked a few hours later, it was gone. Maybe the cat came back for it.
Anyway, the feral cats have staked a claim and we have not been able to make them go yet. In fact, I think I heard one snoring on my outside front ledge last night. That cat has some nerve!
TTYS,
Sylvia

Situational Friends and Meatloaf

The older I get, the more I appreciate the company of mature women. Maturity is not always measured in years, but in wisdom. I have a close circle of women friends, but there are also Situational Friends who are important to me. I use this term to describe women with whom I share an activity on a regular basis: like at the Curves gym I attend, or fellow authors, or at the hair salon. These ladies are not quite the same as Best Friends, but they are more than acquaintances. With continued interaction, even stronger friendships grow. This has happened with me and 4 ladies from the gym. We gather for dinner several times a year and keep in touch by email. I had a lovely lunch last week at the home of a fellow author I met this year at a book signing event. Another fellow author and I keep up with each other via Facebook and email. All of these women have become a part of my fabric. I learn a lot from them.
For example, I have been learning tasty and simple cooking recipes from some of my lady frends at Curves. This one is from Ms. P. It is meat loaf in a crockpot! You mix the meat loaf mix with desired seasonings. Use an egg to bind it. Place the loaf in a crockpot and pour a can of tomato soup or cream of mushroom soup over the meatloaf. Cook on low for 2 to 4 hours, depending on the size of your meatloaf and crockpot. Ms. P preps the individual meatloaves and freezes them ahead of time.
I tried this recipe and the meatloaf was so moist and flavorful! It was so easy, which I like. My husband enjoyed it,too.
In time, Situational Friends often become Close Friends when we cultivate the relationships.
I am thankful for positive and wholesome interactions with nice friends. And for meatloaf.
Smiles,
Sylvia

Sweet Words

Yesterday, I took a senior citizen to the doctor's office. When she went into a room for a consultation, I took out my notepad as I usually do, and prepared to write while I waited. Patients came in consistently, and what caught my attention was the pleasant smile, helpful voice, positive spirit, and respectful nature of the receptionist. Some patients came in and spoke broken or little English. The receptionist took time to find out what they needed. At least two patients came in without an appointment. Instead of turning them away, or showing exasperation, the receptionist walked them through the appointment process. One man did not know the phone number of his referring doctor; the receptionist looked it up for him before calling his doctor for him.
This was a young woman, she must have been in her middle or late twenties!
I was so impressed. At the same time, it is sobering to note that one does not often meet extreme patience and assistance when seeking some service.
When we were about to leave the office, I said to her, "I must commend you on your wonderful manner with the patients."
My senior citizen chimed in, "You certainly are the right person for a patient to see when they enter the office! You put us at ease!"
She smiled even more brightly and thanked the two of us.
It feels nice to say sweet words to people. It feels nice to hear sweet words from people, too.
Take care,
Sylvia

My Book Club Sisters

For many years, I have been a member of a book club. I think it was 1991 when we started; our first novel was Waiting To Exhale, by T. McMillan. Most of us are teachers; at one point the group was about twenty readers strong. Now we have about seven regulars. We meet four or five times a year, usually at each other's homes. We enjoy lunch at the home of our member host. We eat and have lively discussions. Sometimes the discussions are mostly about the chosen novel. We often talk about education issues. We catch up with each other. We have been known to talk at the same time, yet everybody gets an understanding of the points made. We have good conversation rhythm. It is fun, sisterly, and intellectually stimulating. Our book club meetings strengthen our bond of sisterhood.
One member makes sure we know about the meetings and secures the novels. She is very analytical. I keep notes. One member rarely reads the novels but has a lot of conversation about them. She likes to rewrite our bylaws. One member reads every novel before we confirm the reading list because she reads voraciously. One member is the newest one and we think we will keep her because she is just as opinionated as the rest of us. One member selects books that we get on her case about, but she does not mind that and keeps suggesting books. One member is so dedicated that she tried to host a book club meeting while she was recuperating from surgery. We overruled her on that one.
I am thankful for my book club sisters.
Happy reading!
TTYS,
Sylvia

A Lesson in the Ladies Room

There is an elderly sister member of our congregation who is not able to attend sevices now due to health problems. She has always been a faithful member, with a lively sense of humor and a sweet, humble spirit. She wore hats to church and she wore them well. I used to tease her about carefully going up under her hat to greet her with a kiss. Boy, did that make her laugh! She was one of the earlier members of the congregation; I was a child when we met. She knew and loved my parents, and especially enjoyed talking and laughing with my late father.
One Sunday, I learned a lesson from her in the church ladies room. I noticed that she never left the ladies room without wiping down the sink counter, getting rid of the excess soap that dripped from the dispenser or drops of water that may have splashed from handwashing.
I was curious about this, so I asked, "Sister, why do you always wipe the counter before you leave the ladies room? Here you are, with a cane, and you clean up after someone who left before you."
She smiled and replied, "Gotta do my job, Baby. Cannot leave the place a mess!"
After that encounter, I began to pay more attention and noted that almost every sister over the age of fifty did the same sink counter routine. Whether they made the mess or not, they wiped down the sink counter before leaving the ladies room. They wanted the church ladies room to look good. Now I do the same thing; it began with my teenager. It is my turn to model this behavior for other young sisters at church.
I am thankful for faithful elderly sisters who set the right example with a loving spirit.
Take care,
Sylvia

Gobble, Gobble!

It is time for my annual struggle with a fresh turkey. Who designed those plastic braces that wrap around the base of the turkey legs and lock into the bottom insides? Every year, I have to remember the trick for getting the brace off the bird; it is a pull out and up motion.
Basting the bird with butter feels weird. The turkey skin is pimply in some areas. I am tempted to spray the whole bird with a cooking spray. I have to remember to get the neck out of the cavity of the bird.
Seasoning the turkey with spices is okay. I do not stuff it, but I do toss an onion inside. I use a cooking bag. You are supposed to put a tablespoon of flour inside the cooking bag so it does not burst while cooking. I do not have white flour, so I use wheat flour.
My Mom always makes this look so easy. I must have some of her culinary touch, because my turkey turns out quite tasty.
Yet, turkey is not the focal point of Thanksgiving. It is the gathering of family and friends. Every single day God gives us is a blessing for which to be thankful.
Enjoy!
Sylvia

Closet Purge

I have begun a Closet Purge, because like most of us, I have too many clothes. It would not be so bad if they were clothes that I wear on a regular basis. I have clothes that I have not worn in over two or three years or more.
I heard a recent news report that due to our current national economy, there is a greater need than ever for food and clothing donations this holiday season. I have made and will continue to make food donations, but until last weekend, I had not made clothing donations in months.
When I went to my closet, I found several perfectly good pieces that someone else could use. There were two tops I bought because I like the colors, but the fabric is not comfortable on my skin. There were tops that no longer fit because I got them when I was bigger. I don't plan to get bigger again, so why do I need to keep them? There were a couple of outfits I held onto because I have sentimental attachments to them, but I will probably never wear them again. I am almost ashamed to admit that I found a beautiful blouse that still had the price tags on it; I have never worn it.
I bagged these items and took them to the Donation Center today. This is only part one of my mission, though. I plan to go through my closet two or three more times before this year is over. I pray someone may benefit from this.
Actually, I got a benefit also. My closet is more spacious, and I found a pair of shoes I thought I had lost!
TTYS,
Sylvia

Thanksgiving Parade 2010

I am glad that I attended our local 2010 Thanksgiving Parade. My parents used to take us regularly when we were children. It was one of our family traditions. Back then, the climax of the parade was when Santa Claus arrived on a big red fire truck and climbed up the ladder to the top level of City Hall. Wow! We children would get so giddy.
It was over twenty years ago when I last attended this parade. I was with my Dad and two of my nephews. Even as adults, my siblings and I hung out with my parents, another one of our family traditions. Dad is at his rest now, but we still hang out with Mom. We enjoy being together. This is a blessing.
As in past times at the Thanksgiving Parade, the faces of the children were gleeful. I found myself cheering along with them. We saw drill and step teams, go carts and motorcycles, floats, veteran soldiers, vendors, church processions, politicians, civic group representatives, beauty queens, cultural group representatives, fraternity and sorority youth groups, lodge groups, Mrs. New Jersey, parent groups, a Fife and Drum group, and the high school ROTC. The mayor and his family rode on a float. There was free hot chocolate and popcorn for the children. Santa and his helpers showed up, too. There were also costumed characters from popular childrens' programs; they walked the parade route and interacted with the crowd. The children loved it! My two favorites were the green and yellow Teletubbies, because inside those costumes were my teenager and my spouse. What fun!
Enjoy your day,
Sylvia

Car Dancing

The other day, I caught myself car dancing. That is what I call it when a song comes on the car radio or cassette player or cd player and that song causes you to react to it in an obvious way. You drive your vehicle, but your head bobs to the beat, you may snap your fingers or your fingers may tap the steering wheel. You may wave your hand and point at no object in particular. The best part is when you sing the song lyrics at the top of your voice and think you sound like or better than the artist who recorded the song. I don't pat my feet when car dancing because they are on accelerator and brake pedal duty. I do, however, make passionate facial expressions that make me laugh when I see them in the rear view mirror when I am at a stoplight.
My most recent car dance experience was generated by a song that I think is called FRIDAY NIGHT. The words JUST GOT PAID and MONEY IN MY POCKET are in it. I do not remember the name of the artist; maybe someone will let me know. It is an oldie, and it is lively! It brings to mind a carefree, festive time of life most of us experience before we embrace Grownup Land.
The only awkward thing about car dancing is when another driver or passerby sees me and does not get the idea of uncomplicated joy. It is not awkward for long, though. The song comes to an end or I drive on, smiling to myself.
Have some good, harmless fun today!
Sylvia

Some Days Flow More Easily Than Others

Some days flow more easily than others.
My plan after my morning devotional was to go to the gym and complete the workout I had to cancel yesterday. First, I could not find my workout bra, so I had to wear a regular one. I wonder if that breaks some kind of exercise rule?
Next, my favorite workout pants were in the laundry hamper, so I had to wear the ones that make me look less slim.
I dropped my pierced earring under the armoire; I had to get down on the floor and fish it out.
I dropped the garage remote and the activate button popped off.
While driving to my destination, I got sandwiched in between a car and a truck whose drivers were cursing each other out in English and in another language.
The clothing donation bin near my gym was almost full, so I had to really push my donated shoes in without pinching my fingers.
However, I saw the beauty of God's colors in the turning leaves! By grace, I had the ability to experience this morning and afternoon without getting upset about the little things.
After I completed my workout and a church project task, I treated myself to a macadamia nut cookie from BJ's. It was delicious, and I don't feel guilty about eating that cookie.
Wishing you a day that flows smoothly,
Sylvia

If It Does Not Fit, Why Wear It?

EVERY OUTFIT IS NOT FOR EVERYBODY.
This is what someone once told me. I was young, in my early twenties, so I thought she was just jealous because she was too old to wear the trendy clothes of that era. Now, I am at the age she was then, and I better understand what she meant. I get it about my wardrobe. Some styles look great on my body type. Other styles, not so much. Some styles and cut of fabric make me look ridiculous, even if they are my correct size and I can get into them. They are just not for me. I am grateful that I have learned what type of styles work for me. It helps that I am blessed to have a brother who is a remarkable designer! I am a casual dresser most of the time, but when I do dress up, I like to work the outfit and not have the outfit work me.
It is the same with behaviors. Some behaviors do not fit who I am as a Christian. When I try them on, they do not give me an attractive appearance. Therefore, I prayerfully avoid those behaviors. I am grateful for that also.
Take care,
Sylvia

Toilet Paper

When I have to be out and about, I try to consolidate my tasks. I plan my drive route based on what I need to do and what I need to buy in order to make the most efficient use of my time. I am a list maker. I like to check off tasks on my list when they have been completed. That way, when I get home, I don't have to go back out. This gives me more time to write. In some workshops I attended, there was a title given for this behavior, but I do not remember what it is right now.
I do remember reading a book entitled CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN, when I was a teen; it had an impact on me about using time productively. I think the author was an efficiency expert.
It is good to use time well, but not stress when you sometimes take a mind break. Balance is important.
Anyway, I have to go back out to the store, because toilet paper was not on my list, and there is none left in the closet. I should have checked before I left the house this morning.
So much for my personal efficiency rating today!
TTYS,
Sylvia

My iPod Shuffle Experience

Recently, I had the unique experience of having my teenager instruct me on how to purchase and use an iPOD shuffle. Oh joy!
First of all, the seventeen year old knows that she is my "Go To" person when it comes to technology. She was born into the tech age, I am a Baby Boomer. It makes her feel so proud when she gives me instruction. Usually, it is the other way around, and I am pulling an essay out of her. Cool role reversal for her! Mostly I listen attentively, but I do tend to frustrate her when I ask a lot of questions about why something needs to be done in a certain manner. My retired elementary school teacher logic defies her instinct about gadgets. Sometimes, she just says, "I do not know why it works like this, but please just do it this way. Okay? Please?"
She made sure I got the simplest version of this device; it is not much bigger than a postage stamp. Then, she dragged me through the iTunes process. She tried so hard to be repectful and patient when I kept messing up the process where you drag your chosen song to your iPod. She succeeded at patience and respect. We both did a lot of laughing. I finally got it.
After all was said and done, it was a cool experience.
Wait until I tell her that while she was away, I found a song and loaded it on my iPod all by myself!
Make your teenager proud!
TTYS,
Sylvia

Author's Alley Experience

I was blessed to be able to participate in the 2010 New Jersey Education Association Convention's Author's Alley this month! It was exciting! I met so many intriguing people. I got the chance to discuss writing and my novel, BEHIND CHURCH DOORS. There were thirteen authors selected; a fellow author there said we were chosen out of two hundred member authors. I do not know about that number, but I was thrilled to be one of the thirteen. Some of the authors were so friendly and supportive; much conversation was in the spirit of offering helpful advice.
I have been presenting my novel for most of this year, and I have noticed some things about people:

Some people read your promotional material and quickly purchase your book. They do not need nor want a lot of conversation from the author.
Some people want to have lots of conversation with the author before they get a book.
Some people just want conversation from the author and do not wish to get a book.
Some people want a book but do not have the money to buy one.
Some people walk back and forth past you several times before they buy a book, like they are considering if they really want the book enough to buy it.
Some people avoid eye contact because getting a book from you is the last thing they plan to do.
Some people want to pick your brain about writing so they can write their own book.
All people I meet during these events are interesting and have their own personal stories. I enjoy listening to them when they share parts of their stories with me.
I am thankful for this journey.
TTYS,
Sylvia

At The Laundromat

Recently, I had to go to the laundromat because my clothes dryer stopped working. Of course, it stopped working after I had put a load of wet clothes in the night before. When I heard the dryer stop, I went to bed. The next day, I opened the dryer door to get my clothes and they were still damp. It turned out that the dryer basket had stopped turning. No spinning. No dry clothes. Off to the laundromat for me.
Before I had a dryer, I went to the laundromat on a regular basis (when I did not dry my clothes at the home of my parents). I remembered the routine: get your change (usually quarters) ready for the machines, take your own detergent and dryer softener sheets (this saves you money), get there before the crowds, take something to read, take a snack and some water to drink.
This time, I went to a laundromat that was more modern than the ones I used to visit. There were 2 large screen televisions mounted up high. "The View" was on the screens for the time I was there. There was comfortable seating, many folding tables, vending machines for food and drink as well as for laundry products, and there was even an attendant on duty. She was quite pleasant. She opened the door for me as I carried my baskets out to the car. I saw her patiently demonstrate for another customer how to use a washer. There were about 5 other people there, but it was roomy enough that we did not get in each other's way. It was low-key and except for the television, quiet.
I read a sign: "You are to stay with your clothes and get them out of the dryers when dry. We will remove your dry clothes if you are not here and another customer needs the dryer." That seemed fair to me.
It took me less than 30 minutes to dry and fold my 2 baskets of clothes. I am glad I had access to the laundromat that day.
I know one thing, though. I am thankful for my modest home appliances. I should not take these home conveniences for granted. It is so easy to walk downstairs to my home "laundromat", any time of day or night, even in my pajamas, and do laundry. I don't even have to have quarters!
Take care,
Sylvia

Momma's Hands

Whenever I perform certain tasks, I find myself saying softly, "Thanks, Mom." That's because she taught me to do these tasks when I was a girl. I still see her hands and hear her voice as she patiently and lovingly instructed me.
I shortened and hemmed the sleeves on a jacket last Saturday night. "Thanks, Mom."
On Monday, I took the skin off chicken thighs before washing, seasoning, and baking them. "Thanks, Mom."
On Tuesday, I repotted a ponytail palm plant. I spoke reassuringly to it as I examined its roots and patted down the new, nourishing soil. "Thanks, Mom."
What a blessing it is to have been taught by my Momma. An additional blessing is that I and my siblings still have her with us. We are still being taught and loved by her. I thank God for her and all the wonderful mothers in the world.
Take care,
Sylvia

Cartjacked

I got cartjacked today at Shoprite. Someone just walked away with my shopping cart. I had two items in it, and they were real bargains! I had found a package of three nice chops for $2.97 and a package of 12 chicken thighs for $4.50. Bargains! I always search carefully for good buys.
I wonder if the cart thieves watched me to see my reaction when I returned to the place where I left the cart and it was no longer there. Did they laugh? Did they care?
I wonder why a person would take a cart that has something in it. Do they even notice? If they do, what do they do with the items already in the cart? Are they too lazy to get their own cart?
Last week, I got cartjacked at Family Dollar, again after having found some great deals. I never go far away from the cart and I am never gone long, so what's the deal?
Anyway, in both stores, last week and today, I shook my head and said a quick prayer. It's not worth getting angry about. I will, however, start keeping my shopping cart with me while I shop.
Happy shopping!
TTYS,
Sylvia

Not A Thug

When I drove into the gas station, I passed a young man in a black classic Mustang or Charger. The windows were tinted dark, but one was open a little and I could see his braids under his black cap.
I put my money in the air machine and began pumping air into my tire. I know how to do this because my Dad taught me years ago. Today, however, I was in a hurry and carelessly did not use my tire air gauge.
After about 30 seconds, the driver in the classic car pulled up alongside me as I knelt at my tire. I heard the music playing in his car. I then noticed his low tire. His car had nice rims. I decided to make conversation, even though I could not tell from his appearance if he was friendly.
"Where does the air go? I just put air in this tire last week! I must have a slow leak."
"The bumps in the road. That's why I don't drive this car that much."
"It sure is a nice car." I continued pumping air.
"Uh, do you need help with that? There is a gauge on the hose. What pressure do you keep your tires?"
"I try for 35 pounds." I tried to sound like a pro.
"Let me check for you." I gave him the hose. "Wow, it's at 50! That is too much. This tire could blow up if you hit a bump! Right here, it could blow up in your face with this much pressure! I will take it down to 40 for you."
He did what he said. I thanked him. I scolded myself for being careless. He said, "God bless," as I got in my car to drive away. I said, "God bless you, too."
That young man in the dark sweats, dark cap, and with the braided hair was a blessing to me today.
Take care,
Sylvia

Is Time Moving Fast?

I reflect on how fast time seems to move once you pass the age of thirty years. When I was a child, a teenager, and a young woman in my twenties, there was a sense of, "I cannot wait until I..." Later, it became, "Time is moving so fast! I remember last Sunday; it seems like yesterday. Now it is Sunday again!"
I remember holding my infant nephew in my arms. Yesterday, this adult man was ordained as a minister. Where did the time go?
My father and mother taught the father of my nephew (my brother) to love God, and my brother became a minister. My brother and sister-in-law taught my nephew to love God, and my nephew became a minister. Blessings!
When I think about ALL of my nieces and nephews, I marvel at how they have become fine, productive, loving adults. I am thankful. It just seems to have happened so fast.
Take care,
Sylvia

The Heart of a Child

We are having a Gospel Meeting at the congregation this week. Our guest minister is scriptural, clear, and practical. Something special happened at last night's session. The minister told us about a compliment he received from a child. The child told him, "I understood everything you said during your sermon." Our guest minister considered this a high compliment, and so do I. If one can make the gospel plain enough that a child can understand it, that's a blessing.
Anyway, at the end of last night's sermon, during the invitation song, a child of upper elementary school age walked forward with her grandmother. This little girl wanted to be baptized. Her grandmother assured our minister that the girl understood what had been taught. The little girl believes that Jesus is the Son of God and she wants to live the way God tells us to live. She was baptized. In his closing remarks, our minister reminded us of Matthew 19:14 and what Jesus says there about children.
I shed a couple of happy tears!
In Him,
Sylvia

Make That Call

I called a friend today, and I am glad I did. My intention was to reach out to my friend, say hello, and let her know she was in my thoughts.
Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what we have to do. We think,"I need to call (you can insert a name here) and see how she or he is doing." Then life gets in the way and we don't make that contact.
The next time you have that thought, stop, grab the phone, dial, and make that contact. Even if you speak to that someone for only two minutes. Call, don't email or text; there is something about hearing the human voice that is special.
I made that call today. We spoke for almost thirty minutes. We laughed, got serious, acted silly, shared memories, and said our warm good-byes. I called to make her feel cared about, but I got just as much joy from the call as she did.
Make that call. You will be glad you did.
Wishing you the best,
Sylvia

The Stink Bug

I enjoy nature and I'm amazed by God's creations. However, I enjoy creatures most when they are in their natural environment instead of in my home.
Our geographical area has experienced the "stink bug" or "shield bug" this spring and summer. I forget where these bugs migrated from, but they are brown and have a bsck that looks like a shield. I've been told they like to come inside homes for the winter to hang out. They come in through small spaces around windows and doors. They have no natural enemies. They are harmless to humans, but they emit this stinky smell as a defense mechanism, so you shouldn't swat them-or else!
One of them has been hanging out on my bedroom curtain for three days. I don't want to swat it because I am trying to respect it and I also don't want it to funk up the bedroom. It hasn't moved, maybe it's asleep. In fact, I'm going to go look at it right now and see if it's still in the same place.
(2 minutes later)
That stink bug was no longer on the curtain! It had the nerve to be crawling on my hairbrush on my dresser top. I quickly picked up the comb, took it to the bathroom, flicked the bug off into the toilet bowl and flushed! No stinky smell!
Like I said, I enjoy creatures the most when they aren't in my personal space.
TTYL,
Sylvia

Observations From The Post Office

There was a line at the post office today, which wasn't surprising, because it was 3:40 pm by the time I got there. People were coming in after getting off work. Some observations:
At the front of the line was a man and his daughter; she resembled him. She looked to be upper elementary school age and had on a shool uniform- type outfit. They had a warm, playful interaction. He "flexed" and said,"Check out these abs." She replied, "They're more like flabs, Dad!" They both laughed.
A lady right in front of me asked for the time. When I replied, "It's 3:45," she said she was only going to wait for 5 more minutes, then she had to leave. She waited for about 45 seconds, said,"I'm not waiting," and left.
I moved up a space, behind two talking ladies. One appeared to have a job that includes cleaning out the residences or rooms of people after they die. Another was looking for a job; she had been laid off. Contact information was exchanged. It wasn't that I was eavesdropping; people rarely whisper in public anymore.
After they left, I could hear a few sighs and see some rubber-necking coming from the back of the line, which was now about 10 people deep.
The lone clerk was cool, though. She did not get rattled, was quite pleasant, and focused on one customer at a time. She didn't complain about being the only person working at the counter. I admired her sense of calm and purpose.
TTYL,
Sylvia

This Busy Is Good!

It has been a busy few days! They were "good" busy days at book signing events for my novel, BEHIND CHURCH DOORS!
On Saturday, I was at the Collingswood Book Festival. I actually drove to Collingswood, NJ, a town I had never heard of before this year. I drove on 295! I am so thankful for God allowing me to stretch myself, because I don't like highway driving. I took prayer, my GPS, Mapquest directions, and my brave sister friend Rita with me! I met some nice people there. The booth on my right was occupied by a young author who was friendly and excited about her children's book. She had her lovely three children and her mom with her. The booth on my left was occupied by a sci-fi author who was nice as well as helpful. He and his wife taught me about stick-on velcro, which they shared with me to keep my poster from being blown off its easel by the wind. Their lovely little girl was with them.
On Monday, I was at Curves of Ewing. I am especially excited about the Curves event because a portion of each book sale amount was donated to the American Cancer Society. The turnout was wonderful; I was encouraged.
Onward and upward!
TTYS,
Sylvia

Memories and Giving Back

Next week, I am scheduled to participate in a book signing/charity event at the gym I attend. The owner selected the American Cancer Society and I agreed to donate a portion of the proceeds from each purchased copy of my novel, BEHIND CHURCH DOORS. I am excited about donating to the American Cancer Society, because almost everyone I know does have or has had a loved one touched by cancer. I pray that mankind will be able to use medicine to conquer cancer in my lifetime. I also pray that everyone will have access to the treatment, not just those who are affluent.
Another incentive which is more personal: the most wonderful and the first man I ever met (whose birthday is today) and his brother, my dear uncle, and a sister-in-law who was like a sister - all had to fight the cancer dragon. They fought valiantly.
God bless,
Sylvia

Take A Second Thought

A major news story today is the apparent suicide of a young Rutgers University freshman. Reportedly, thanks to his roommate, he was broadcast via a webcam having a sexual encounter with another male. This "outing" was unexpected and proved to be devastating. The young man is reported to have jumped off the George Washington Bridge.
My point here is not about 2 single people having sex. Nor is it about "gay" sex. The Bible is clear about both of these topics. My point is about how we treat each other.
Years ago, I attended Rutgers University as an undergraduate. So did several of my friends. My, how things have changed with technology! Yet, the standards for how we should treat each other remain the same:
"So, in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets." (NIV) Matthew 7:12
A young man is dead. Two young people face legal charges. The male sexual partner may be "outed" in the coming days. Parents are broken-hearted.
Sometimes, we'd all do well to take a second thought before we act.
Take care,
Sylvia

Back Again!

Six hours back into the real world after a marvelous cruise to Nassau and the Bahamas! What a joy to get "off the clock" for awhile.
Great beaches, great weather, great company and activities were in abundance! Such pampering! Still, it is always good to return home to one's own space: you know where everything is, you see your "familiars" (plants, pets, stuff).
One of the first things I did after returning home and offering a prayer of thanks was sit in my favorite recliner and stare into space...
We in this country have so much to be appreciative of, especially when compared to many of the staff on the cruise ship. Some of these workers toil for 6 to 8 months away from home, on a ship. On our cruise, the workers had to cater to more than 2,500 guests! Pleasantly! I enjoyed interacting with them; they were from Honduras, India, Poland, Philippines, Africa, Chile, and many other countries.
The food was outstanding in frequency, quality, visual enticement, and abundance! I am guilty of 3 to 5 pounds of weight gain. I plan to have those pounds off in a week. For real.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Blessed Sweet Rest

Recently, our minister reminded us of God's power and care for His children.
"Do you know the exact moment you went to sleep last night and the exact moment you woke up this morning? God's grace put you to sleep last night and His grace woke you up this morning."
The minister's remarks reminded me of verse 8 in Psalm 4. "I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety." (NIV)
This is both marvelous and comforting.
Sweet dreams tonight!
TTYL,
Sylvia

Regular or Maxi

I saw something refreshing!
I turned into an aisle at Shoprite and saw a young man in front of the feminine products. He was about 25 to 30 years old. He was on his cell phone, appearing to get directions from a female voice about whether to get "Regular" or "Maxi" pads. He also asked if he had his hand on the correct brand. At first, I turned my head away, because I didn't want him to be embarrassed by my viewing his purchase. He looked right at me, smiled, and continued talking on his cell phone to his lady! It was like he was proud to be helping out. Wow! Back in the day, many males wouldn't be caught dead picking up feminine products. Also, media advertisements acted all "hush, hush" about these matters, like something was wrong with something natural. I never could see the sense in that.
Congrats to you, young man!
TTYS,
Sylvia

A Double Standard

Today I heard a man and a woman talk about a show called "The Jersey Shore". (I don't watch the show, but I know a little about it.) The man in this conversation was supportive of a young male on the show who is allegedly becoming more promiscuous. By contrast, he was disapproving of one of the young females on the show who is allegedly promiscuous. The term "double standard" was used by the woman in this conversation.
This made me think about how things were when I was growing up. Sometimes young men were excused for being with lots of young ladies, as long as they didn't get "caught". But "fast" girls were frowned upon by just about everyone, including the boys who were "with" them.
It is a good thing when we teach our girls as well as our boys to honor their bodies.
Peace be,
Sylvia

Baby Boomers with Heavy Purses

By most definitions, I am included in the Baby Boomer category. That doesn't mean I don't have a lot of "pep in my step", (something my dear father used to say). I still have the pep, but I notice I now make sounds as I move in certain positions. Sometimes the sounds come from my mouth, sometimes they come from my joints.
I used to jump up quickly out of bed in the morning. Now, I sit up slowly, put my feet on the floor, and figure out just what parts of me I want to move next. I am blessed and thankful that all my parts still move. I am simply more aware of them than I was in my twenties.
One of the "I-know-better-than-this" things I do is shoulder a large purse with too much stuff in it. I keep thinking I will need this or that item, so it goes into the purse. I am right-handed, so I favor my right shoulder, with which I carry the heavy purse. Recently, my shoulder went into protest mode, reminding me that I am a Baby Boomer.
I plan to do the right things to make peace wih my shoulder. This Baby Boomer wants to feel great for as long as she can.
Take care,
Sylvia

Dollar Menu Fast Food

I was listening to a radio host as I drove to the gym this week. I didn't catch all of this topic, but it went something like this: a fast food restaurant chain in some state is reported to be getting rid of the dollar menu in order to deter the homeless customers. The dollar menu was referred to as the "Homeless Menu", because the homeless supposedly beg for money to buy from this menu because they can afford it. The restaurant allegedly is upping the prices from a dollar in order to handle this situation. I wonder about this...
This news item caught my attention for another reason. This week, for the first time in at least two years, I bought a cheeseburger and small order of fries from a local restaurant's dollar store menu. I was running errands, got hungry, had a healthy meal at home, but I was on the road. So I stopped, purchased those two items for takeout, and continued my errands.
Of course, I paid the price later on that evening. My body is no longer used to fast food, whether it costs a dollar or more than a dollar.
TTYL,
Sylvia

A Moving Memorial

I saw an SUV with a memorial message custom-printed on the rear window. There were the words, "In loving remembrance of my son, (the name was written), 1986-2008." The months of birth and death were there also.
My breath caught in my throat, because I realized this deceased son was only about 22 years old!
There is an old saying that parents should not have to bury their children; it should be the other way around. I do not know this young man or what happened to him. It could have been sickness, violence, an accident, a war casualty. My heart goes out to his parents, who see his name whenever they look at their vehicle. Maybe it helps them in their healing process.
I pray that God will continue to bless with healing and comfort all of us who have had to say goodbye (for now) to our loved ones.
Peace be,
Sylvia

A Lesson in the book of Job

My daily Bible devotional today was from the book of Job, beginning with chapter 38. So far, God let Job and his friends say what they felt they must. Then God speaks.
As the young people say, "He got them straight!" There is a lesson in these passages for us all.
Verse 2:"Who is this that darkens my counsel with words without knowledge?"
Verse 3: "Brace yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer me."
Verse 4: "Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand."
Verse 12: "Have you ever given orders to the morning, or shown the dawn its place,..."(NIV)
What powerful chapters-38-41!
Sometimes we created beings need to be reminded of who the Creator is!
Peace be,
Sylvia

She Wants to be Where I Am

My teeenager likes to watch suspense shows with me, but when the background music suggests that something dangerous or scary is about to happen, she closes her eyes. She wants me to tell her what is on the screen.
When I offer to change the program so she won't be afraid, she responds, "No, I want to watch it with you! It's good!"
How does she know if the show is good when she actually views only half of it? The other half of the show is my version to her of what's on the screen. Maybe she simply enjoys my presence and my story-explaining skills.
I know what I enjoy: the fact that my teenager likes to be where I am. I plan to appreciate this as long as I can; she'll be an adult before I know it!
TTYS,
Sylvia

Labor Day 2010

What a marvelous Labor Day celebration! So much love! So much delicious food! Most importantly, it was a major blessing to have "down time" with a lot of my family members: Mom, sis, 2 of my brothers, husband, sister-in-law, sister friend J.
Family is precious.
We should enjoy family while we have the opportunity to do so.
Peace be,
Sylvia

Thank You, Stacy!

One of my "guilty pleasures" is a "Chick Filet" sandwich. I can resist the waffle fries, but the delicious chicken filet sandwich with the pickle slices calls my name every time I ride by the franchise.
This week, as I use the drive in window, a young lady worker asks, "Are you Miss Brown?" (My maiden name)
"Yes, dear, I am. Why?"
"I'm asking for Stacy. She said you were her third grade teacher."
I look behind my server and see a grown-up Stacy. She waves and smiles excitedly. She still has that sweet face and gentle spirit she had in third grade.
"Hello Stacy! It's good to see you, Sweetheart!"
After I get my sandwich, all the young servers wave and shout, "See you later, Stacy's teacher Miss Brown!"
It's a blessing when former students are glad to see you and proud for their associates to meet you.
I am thankful.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Enjoy Your Moments

Now and then, I have to remind myself to slow down and enjoy my moments. Like many of us, I multi-task, even when it's not necessary...
The phone rings. I answer it. I immediately go into the kitchen and slice the loaves of bread I bought earlier. I bag them for freezing. All the while, I continue my phone conversation.
While waiting for my computer to load, I run water in the kitchen sink. If the computer takes too long, I wash a few dishes while I wait.
I sometimes ask someone a question and then anticipate the answer, which means I may not fully comprehend the answer at first, because I was not fully focused on the speaker. I was in my own head.
I may have the television or the radio on while I am reading the newspaper or a book. I try to pay attention to both.
The thing is, I take a sense of accomplishment from getting more than one thing done simultaneously. What I have to remember is that I may be missing some things in my quest to get a lot of things done: smells, sounds, ideas, expressions, thoughts, and more.
When I catch myself overdoing the multi-tasking thing, I say out loud, "Sylvia, slow down and be IN this moment!"
Wishing you all the best,
Sylvia

A Prayer and my Earrings

I was having a great time running my errands and chatting with folks I know. Then, I reached up to touch my earrings and realized I had left the house without them! Suddenly, I felt like my face was naked! I am not one to put on a full face of makeup when I dash out, but I always comb my hair and put on a pair of pierced earrings before meeting the outside world.
I had my ears pierced as a young teen after begging my mother and father for years. I had them pierced the old-fashioned way: with ice to numb the lobes, a needle sterilized at the tip with a match flame, and a piece of thread. This was the norm back in the day.
Anyway, I felt better when I returned home and put my earrings in my earlobes: a simple pair of hoops.
I always feel better when I leave home with my earrings, and also my daily departing home prayer: "Our Father who art in heaven, holy is thy name. Please guide me and go with me and keep me today. In Jesus' name. Amen."
Peace,
Sylvia

My Thoughtful Neighbor

Yesterday started on a high note.
As I opened the window for some great morning air, I saw a lady taking her morning walk. When she got in front of my steps, she noticed my that my newspaper was under a bush and not on the steps. The delivery person did not have great aim yesterday. She stopped, picked the newpaper up, and tossed it onto the top step at my door.
I said,"Thank you!"
She replied, "You're welcome! Sylvia?" She looked up toward my second floor window and smiled. I managed to get out a "Yes, hello!" before she got back into her walking rhythm and moved out of sight. That was so neighborly of her!
The only things is, I don't know my neighbor's name, so I couldn't call it like she called mine. It made me think of how we may know a neighbor by face, but not by name. Yet we live on the same street.
I plan to find out her name soon. I want her to know I appreciate her. By name.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Habits

Happy Friday to you!
Just a thought about habits.
We have them, good ones and bad ones. Sometimes, we allow God to help us get rid of a bad habit and replace it with a good one. A person who used to curse may now hum a tune when the urge to curse arises. A person who used to be quick to argue may now count to five before launching into a verbal altercation. A person who used to overeat may now eat to live instead of live to eat.
Whenever you gain a victory over a bad habit, don't look back at it. Don't think you have such mastery over it that you can do it again, just this once. Leave it alone; don't look back.
Peace be,
Sylvia

Take a Fifty with You.

The other day, a friend of mine talked about putting single dollar bills, some fives, tens, and one fifty dollar bill in her wallet before going out for the day. I questioned her and got this response:
"Sylvia, I am more likely to spend my smaller bills, but I think long and hard before I break the fifty dollar bill, because it goes so fast once I do."
I am thinking about that right now. Today, I left the house with one fifty dollar bill, a couple of ten dollar bills, one five, and some ones. I met a friend for lunch, and instead of using my one of my tens to pay for my share and the tip (attentive waitress!), I broke my fifty dollar bill. I stopped to get takeout for me and my husband, since this is our "Treat Night"/my turn. I think I bought something else before coming home. The bottom line is I should have and will in the future heed my friend's advice. I will think long and hard before I break my fifty dollar bill, because now it is spent. All I can do now is smile and smh.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Cleaning Up: Old Church Bulletins

Today, I made myself give one hour to a task I often overlook: cleaning up my workroom. I am attempting to have less clutter. I figure if I commit myself to one hour a day, I may be finished de-cluttering my study in about one year...
Anyway, I opened a file folder that had old church bulletins in it. Years ago, I and another sister did the church bulletins for this congregation. When we started the task, it was back in the day of the mimeograph machine!
Today, I found an old bulletin dated August 1996 in the file folder; there was a message in it. There was no author listed:

"When God permits His children to go through the furnace, He keeps His eye on the clock and His hand on the thermostat. His loving heart knows how much and how long."

That's a comforting and encouraging thought.
Peace be,
Sylvia

Dedication

At Noon Prayer Service today, our minister directed us to the Old Testament. We were reminded that the foundations of the Christian faith are found there. We read about the burnt offering in the book of Leviticus, chapter one. The burnt offering is described as an offering of sacrifice. One can bring this foundation principle into the life of a Christian today by asking, "Is my life dedicated to the Lord? Are other things, people, pursuits more important to me than doing God's will?"
We can consider the level of our dedication to God by the answer.
Peace,
Sylvia

Rain Today, Yay!

Wow! Rain showers and cooler weather today! I actually lingered in the rain shower as I walked to the store from the parking lot. I didn't care that my bare arms and calves were getting wet. I didn't even care that my hair was getting wet. Now, you know that's something for a sister to say-her hair getting wet!?!
I even purposely walked in little puddles and wiggled my toes in the wetness. Of course, my leather sandals suffered, but so what.
God gave us cooling, wet rain today. I am thankful.
TTYS,
Sylvia

A Butterfly Kiss

It was a busy and wonderful weekend! I traveled to Pennsylvania with three marvelous sisterfriends who also happen to be my sisters in Christ. We attended an annual women's health conference which was informative and positive. We traveled to PA a day early so we could have time at the delightful spa at the Hotel Hershey. It is good to treat yourself to relaxation sometimes...
We also visited the Butterfly House at Hershey Gardens. When I entered the enclosed habitat, I had a moment of child-like glee, because a monarch butterfly landed on my right arm and fluttered there! It was a butterfly kiss! Just for me. When we were leaving, one of my sisterfriends noticed that a butterfly was on the back of my shirt. We laughed that it was trying to make its escape.
Our congregation's 16th Youth Conference wrapped up today. It was a blessing to see young people so involved and enjoying themselves in the Lord. Wonderful.
Peace,
Sylvia

Smile at a Child

Have you ever noticed that children really recognize when adults smile at them? Maybe it's because from the time infants come into this world, some adult is smiling, cooing, grinning, and talking happy gibberish into their little baby faces. Children continue to take note of this form of adult approval as they get older. Even teenagers appreciate when adults smile genuinely in their direction, although they may try not to show it. This makes me think of what happened to me at the mall last Saturday. I wore a novelty tee shirt, one with a big picture of "Grumpy" from "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" on the front. He had his arms crossed and a major frown on his face. I forgot what was on my shirt until a little girl approached me. She looked about 3 years old, and her Mom held one of her tiny hands. The little girl noticeably spotted sour-faced "Grumpy" on my shirt, and swung at him/me with her stubby little free arm! I was more tickled than upset, because the little girl did not like the mean-looking character on my shirt. It wasn't personal.
Smile at a child today.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Pushing Through

I am not a highway driver, although I used to be when I was younger. Now, I avoid them when I can. But sometimes one can't avoid uncomfortable experiences. Two Saturdays ago, I had to drive dreaded Route One North, because I had a book signing event at Borders Princeton. Just the thought of cars and trucks around me whizzing in and out of lanes at a minimum of 60 mph can make me sweat. The night before, I thought about every way of avoiding Route One to get to my destination. I could not think of another way to get to Borders! So I prayed for good rest and courage, and went to sleep.
The next morning, I asked God for His help, checked out the car for safety, put on my cassette of the book of Matthew, and drove to Borders. Was it fun? No, but the joy of knowing/remembering that I can push through circumstances with His help was rewarding. I had a fun book signing event, and sang hymns all the way home. I sang out loud.
Peace,
Sylvia

Into the Fire

Recently I was in a room that had a halogen lamp and an open window with a loose-fitting screen. As the evening wore on, I smelled more and more of a burnt straw aroma. I even thought I saw a little smoke coming from the top of the lamp. It turned out that small flying moths were madly following one another inside through a gap in the screen, literally jumping into the lamp, too close to the bulb and burning up! One after another, they jumped into the lamp! One after another, they burned!
It reminded me of people who keep following others, going after what is bad for them, even though it will do them harm spiritually and sometimes physically.
I thought of scripture (Matthew 15:14b),"...And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch."KJV
I guess the behavior of the moths is a type of lesson in what NOT to do.
Peace,
Sylvia

Lost Sneakers and Shirley

Happy Friday!
Just a couple of thoughts:
Today, as I left the gym, I saw a pair of black sneakers on the ground by a car. They seemed to be in pretty good shape; one stood on its bottom and one was on its side. I wonder who they belong to? Did anyone come back for them? Maybe someone lifted a bag from their trunk, the sneakers fell out, and the person walked away thinking they had their shoes with them.

Lately, two people call me "Shirley" instead of Sylvia. These are newer acquaintances I've made, from two different areas of my life. I corrected each of them once, but I don't sweat it. Maybe I look like a "Shirley" to these two. The main thing is that I show them a Christ-like spirit. I know who I am.
Peace be,
Sylvia

Visit to Town, Visit with Mom

Today was sort of hectic, lots of running around doing errands. Thankful for the ability to run around; some people are not physically able to do so. I drove downtown, parked my car and walked a few blocks to the summer farmers' market to buy some delicious loaves of bread. It felt odd, yet familiar, to carry my groceries on the street while returning the few blocks to my car. Folks used to do this all the time before shopping complexes, supermarkets with rolling shopping carts, and large parking lots.
I wrapped up my day by visiting with Mom at her home for a couple of hours. It is always a blessing to spend time in the company of a loving, wise, Christian woman. That's my Mom.
I thank God for her every day.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Suspicious Thoughts

I went to a local pizza shop recently. I saw an older model car with tinted side windows enter the parking lot right before me. I parked next to the older car, noted that the space between our two cars was tight. I turned off my car and waited for the occupant(s) of the car to get out first. No one got out, so I focused on the man at the steering wheel. He had what looked and sounded like cannisters on the front seat. He held something with a handle in one hand. He had his driver side door open, but he wasn't moving to get out. Now, my overactive mind kicked in:
"Why won't he get out of his car? Is everything OK, should I be concerned?"
I quickly exited my car and entered the pizza shop. My thoughts: "There have been some robberies lately, maybe I should say something to the guy at the counter." I didn't.
While I waited for my order, I made like I was reading a menu posted on the window facing the car so I could watch the man in his car. Got my food, went back to my car, and was embarrassed when I saw the man slowly carry his portable oxygen pack into the shop. Instead of being suspicious, I should have offered assistance. I am a work in progress.
TTYS,
Sylvia

Brick

Did you notice that every generation has its own slang? Especially the teenagers. My teenager taught me this:
"It's mad brick out here!"
"What does that mean?"
"Mom, it means it is very cold outside. BRICK means cold."
When I was a teenager, the word "brick" meant a solid rectangular material used in making sidewalks or building houses. It also meant a female who had a thick, curvy shape. It also meant a missed shot in basketball, I think, and a threat/weapon as in "...upside your head".
I wonder what "brick" will mean twenty years from now?

TTYS,
Sylvia

Promise of Peace

Yesterday,our minister's morning sermon was about peace. Peace is pursued by humans, but often without success. Relationships, possessions, money, power, and other things will not bring true peace. Yet, many folks spend their whole lives chasing them, while ignoring spiritual peace.
"You can't be in rebellion against God and have peace at the same time." Our minister directed us to Isaiah 48:22.
He directed us to Ephesians 2:13-14, which tells us that Jesus is our peace.
We were reminded that God is our source of real, satisfying, and abiding peace.
Watch this: I wouldn't mind having more money. If He blesses me with it, I'll pray to use it wisely. But my focus is on serving Him.
Seek peace today.
Sylvia

New POV/Going to the Dentist

I've decided to use a different POV for this blog. From now on, it will be in my voice. If you haven't checked in before, I am Sylvia Brown-Roberts, author of BEHIND CHURCH DOORS, in which Nikolis McQuaige(Nikkimac) is the main character. More about my novel can be found at www.nikkimacproductions.com.

Now back to me. I went to the dentist 2 days ago to have an earlier root canal cleaned out because of an infection. To make matters worse, my dear dentist had to drill through a capped tooth to do this. Is there anyone else besides me who cringes at just the whirring sound of the dentist's drill? I keep waiting for it to strike the tender part of my gum or whatever is inside the tooth. And what about that distinctive smell caused by a dental drill shaving away tooth enamel?
Thankfully, I have a pleasant dentist who is patient with me, because I can put on quite a show in the dentist's chair. I think that's why the office staff smiles so broadly when I come in for my appointments.

Perspective

Some days are full of situations that hassle you. That's when it's best to take a deep breath and put things into perspective. You may be stressing over someone messing with your paycheck, but someone you know could be in the hospital fighting for her life. Breathe. Be thankful for the good in your life. Pray. Listen for God's answer.

A Broken Promise?

I'm trying to figure something out. A while ago, an associate of mine promised she would handle a project for me. She volunteered, and I happily accepted. It's been a couple of months,and she hasn't come through on the project. In fact, she has not even mentioned it. I talk with her at least twice a week about topics related to this project, but she never brings up her promise to me. I feel like I should not have to remind her about this, and if she changed her mind, she should have the guts to say so to me. I have to pray about this, because I can tell I'm getting ready to get an attitude!

Yesterday I parked my car and walked a few blocks into town. While walking, I passed by a homeless woman who looked to be about my age. I acknowledged her with a smile. She smiled back at me. I made up my mind to give her some change on my way back to my car.
When I approached her again, I saw that she was asleep. She was curled up on a bench with her forearm covering her eyes. I didn't want to wake her to give her money that she hadn't asked for in the first place. I didn't want to leave the money in her pile of bagged belongings. I kept walking softly past her sleeping form.
Later, I felt guilty...