Rilke's Book of Hours I, 59...

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.
—Rilke's Book of Hours, I, 59

The Rose in The Jelly Jar

Still test driving the camera. This is one of the roses I rooted last year (or was it the year before?).

Anyway, the cutting came from my late mother-in-law's very antique rose bush. The best thing about it? It smells like a rose. And it definitely does a lot for a jelly far. Oh, and it's sitting on a desk my grandfather made for me when I was a little girl.

Trying Out A New Camera

If you've read this blog for a while, you are aware of the difficulties I've had taking digital photographs. So now I'm try a new and different camera (Happy Birthday to me) and you get to see the first results.

First we have the transplanted mulberry bush sapling in the back yard. It was touch and go for a while, but it finally seems to be happy in its new location. Now all I need are some silk worms:

Next:

Scenery along the way while waiting patiently in the "Car Rider" line to pick up Grand #3. If you time it right, you never have to sit in the sun. If not, you bake:

And this one? I think it must be Glinda's ride. (The Good Witch of the North?) (sigh):

(I didn't say I was getting any better. I just said I had a new camera.)

Thursday Night Lights

Yes. Well. It was that kind of game. ::sigh::

I did get to see Grandson #1 play, and that's about the best I can say of the experience. I am learning, though. About football. Not about taking photos with a digital camera. (I really should go to some kind of digital picture-taking class.)

So what am I learning? I'm learning that JV football is not the sport of gentlemen. Hickory Ridge High School, the opposing team in this instance, rode to victory in a hale of personal penalty fouls and one for unsportsmanlike conduct. I was not happy with this, but the dh assures me that the point is to win, not to "play nice." I see.

I'm learning that old loyalties run deep. The dh wanted to sit on the Hickory Ridge side because the visitor side was far, far away. Good heavens, no. This old Mustang could not do that. (The dh was a Boyden "Yellow Jacket," so he wasn't seeing the problem here.) I had to sit with my own kind, even if it was a hike and a half to get to the visiting team bleachers and even if I was a Mustang WAY back in the day.

And, I learned that when one's team is seriously losing, minutes turn into dog minutes. It was agony, I tell you. Or maybe it was the Old Mustang Hip Joints On Metal Stadium Seating. (Ow) Suffice it to say it was a...long...evening...

That's it for this time.

At The Game... (Or Where Is He?)

The JV Mustangs played their second game Thursday evening. The weather was nice if a bit muggy, and the heaviness of the air was not helped by the overuse of cologne among some of the nearby spectators. Still, it seemed to have kept the mosquitoes away, so that was good.

As you can see in this photograph, the cheerleaders were cheering, and so were the football persons. The question was where was my football person? He always seems to disappear about the time I snap the picture. I'm not sure, but I think he's approximately under No. 71's elbow.

Re: the game itself, I thought the team moved the ball nicely -- lots of those "downs." As for the final score, neither I nor they want to talk about it. ::sigh::