Mrs Murphy's Chowder

For my Sister. Who Couldn't remember the words.

MRS. MURPHY'S CHOWDER

Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder

It was tuneful, every spoonful made you yodel louder

After dinner Uncle Ben used to fill his fountain pen

From a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder

Chorus

Ice cream, cold cream, benzene, gasoline,

soup-beans, string beans, floating all around

Sponge cake, beefsteak, mistake, stomach ache,

creampuffs, earmuffs, many to be found

Silk hats, doormats, bed slats, democrats,

coco bells, doorbells, beckon you to dine

Meatballs, fish balls, mothballs, cannonballs,

come on in, the chowder's fine

Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder

From each helping you'll be yelping for a headache powder

And if they had it where we are, you might find an Austin car

In a plate of Mrs. Murphy's chowder (chorus)

Won't you bring back, won't you bring back, Mrs. Murphy's chowder

You can pack it, you can stack it, all around the larder

The plumber died the other day; they embalmed him right away

In a bowl of Mrs. Murphy's chowder

Movies in the Park

Movies in the Park

For those of you living in the Yakima Valley, Allied Arts is bringing you outdoor movies at Gilbert Park all summer. Showtimes are at 8:30. Free with a can of non-perishable food for NW Harvest.

July 24: The Princess Bride
July 31: The Lion King
August 7: Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
August 14: Monsters Inc
August 21: Shrek 2

Beautician

Playing Beautician

I got fed up this morning with split ends and bleached frizzies. So I cut my hair. With my sewing scissors. Nothing fancy. Just trimmed about an inch off and then went for broke and tried some layers. It appears to have worked.

At least, it doesn't look like I was attacked with a weedwacker.

They killed him

They killed him off

I can't believe it.

After 300 pages of near misses, and chance meetings, and true love, and miscommunication, and the final big We-can't-go-on-like-this-so-I'm-ending-it-now, he finally gets it together. He can let go his wife who died tragically years ago. He wants to move on. He writes one last letter-in-a-bottle to his wife to say goodbye, and mails another to the woman he wants to be with. Then he goes out in a boat to throw away the Last Bottle. A storm comes up. Faster than he expected. And he dies.

And she's left where he was in the beginning. Writing love letters to the deceased.

Usually my favorite books aren't the ones with pat endings. Lord of the Rings comes to mind. Or Peter Pan. But this is going a bit too far.

I'm off to find some Happily Ever After now.

Power Outage

Unexpected Break

A power outage forced the shop to close for an hour and a half this afternoon. It was lovely. Except I sent the help home. Now the power is back on, and only two hours are left in the work day. Lovely!

Thomas A Kempis

Not as to What We Have Read

What does it avail to discourse profoundly of the Trinity if you are void of humility and are thereby displeasing to the Trinity? Surely profound words do not make a man holy and just; but a virtuous life makes him dear to God. I would rather feel contrition than know the definition thereof. If you knew the whole Bible by heart, and the saying of all the philosophers, what would all that profit you without love (I Cor. 13:12)?

Truly when the day of judgment comes, we shall not be examined as to what we have read, but what we have done (Matt. 25); not how well we have spoken, but how we have lived.

Thomas a Kempis

Sorry I've been laid up

Been Laid Up

Flat on my back for the last few days with a back injury. Or rather an older injury which keeps getting re-injured. I went to the doctor Friday morning and was told that my car wreck three years ago all-but-obliviated the curvature in my lower spine. So I'm going to keep hurting myself unless I'm very careful. She gave me a lovely brace to wear at work, and a baggy of sample Aleve. Those did nothing, nor did the at least half dozen Ibuprofin I had on top of that.

Spent Friday night awake trying to find a way to sleep that wasn't agony. All of the pain killers only made me noxious. So, thank God, mom came over yesterday bringing food, different pain killers, and took care of me all afternoon. She also cleaned my room for me which was getting a bit out of hand, but I couldn't do anything about it from flat on my back in bed.

Today finally I'm feeling a bit better. After a lovely breakfast of chocolate fondue-d bananas, Murder Must Advertise, and a shower, I'm up to a brief blog.

The bright spot in all this was the Mission when I moved in being unable to find a regular bed for me. Instead I have a medical bed, complete with all the bells and whistles. So, by playing with the remote controls I'm able to raise and lower the head and foot of the bed until I'm comfortable at night.

I'm off to have some stew Mom made last night and back to bed again. If I keep off my feet today, I may be able to be of some use at work tomorrow...

Lesson Plans

Preparing Lesson Plans.

Tell you why later.

Candlemaking

Did you ever wonder where all the half burned candles go? That's right. To us. And tonight I'm taking a bunch of half burned white and yellow candles and half a bottle of vanilla scent and making new candles with empty candle-company jars.

The first one is a bit yellow, but at least I remembered to put scent in it.

My favorite days are when people send us half burned scented candles. I take those upstairs and use them up. Right now I have French Vanilla, Sugar Cookie, and Cinnamon Vanilla burning. When those are empty. I'll melt some more down and refill them. I LOVE this place!

Pounding pt. III

A little more Pounding

I have a lead again. So another resume has been printed and rearranged. Now I'm off to try to land a few more hours a week. Thursday I have the Wycliffe meeting, and the interim music leader has asked me to join the worship team. I don't want to very badly, but they need people. I warned him I'm looking for a second job, so I don't know how much time I'll have, but I'll do it for the summer.