Showing posts with label Carol Hausch Ossenfort. Show all posts
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Tuesday, June 21, 2016

"Tuesday; June 21, 2016 -- Essex, Connecticut"


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Connecticut River
Connecticut River Museum
Courtyard Near CT River Museum
Griswold Inn & Restaurant


Carol Hausch Ossenfort's -- GWM's Long-Distance Member -- Stomping Grounds ... it's no wonder she enjoys walking here ... The Town Dates from the 1700's ...

Monday, June 13, 2016

"A Restful Lunch Hour at Home -- Carol Hausch Ossenfort"

A Restful Lunch Hour at Home
by Carol Hausch Ossenfort

How fortunate, I once felt, to have a job so close to home…really within walking distance if I were so inclined (which I am not)…I can go home for lunch! Joy of joys, lucky me! That is, until a day like this comes along (all too often of late), and I begin to wonder if I’m so lucky after all.

Arriving home this particular day, I anticipated a quiet, peaceful lunch hour relaxing with my feet up and soothing background music playing. Pulling into the driveway, I discovered myself behind my daughter’s car. This fact in itself could indicate that she is at home, or that her car is there while she is out with her fiancĂ©…or, that she has my car today and my husband, who has the day off, has her car and he is at home. I happen to be driving his car today. Got that? Good!

Now, walking into the kitchen, I find that Sue is at home, but almost ready to leave for her afternoon college class. Quickly preparing a lunch of warmed-up leftovers, I’m suddenly interrupted by two young men, Andy and friend, who have just marched into the house carrying ladders, tools, and other paraphernalia. They are my son’s friends from college, who have been hired to replace our plaster dining room ceiling, a job which seems to be taking FOREVER and spilling “mess” over into every room in the house---all three floors of it. Of course, Andy parked in the driveway behind my car and Sue now informs me that she is ready to leave. She poses the question, do I want to back Dad’s car out to let her out of the driveway, or do I want to let her take Dad’s car and I can use hers for the afternoon? Honestly, I just wanted to enjoy my lunch; however a decision must be made. That decision, you understand, is based on which car has the most gas, and do I really want to switch car keys (what other car keys are on whose keyring?). Keys and the keeping of them are definitely not one of my strong points, so I decide to keep “Dad’s” car and thus back it out first. We all proceed to the cars and try to quickly and safely exit onto a very busy but small main road. As I let Sue out, Andy is waiting on the side of the road to drive his green car back in, and the lady driving down the road behind me is going way too fast! Deciding to go around the corner first rather than let her plow into me, I pull around and back into my driveway only to find that I’m no longer behind Andy’s green car, but his grey truck. How did that mysteriously happen, I ask myself? It is then that Dave appears in view, and it is he who has driven up in the truck. His truck is not working he explains, and he therefore borrowed Andy’s, which by the way used to be Dave’s until he sold it to Andy! By now, my head is spinning, my lunch house is more or less gone, and I go back in the house to pick up my coat and pocketbook to return to work. Dave, however, has stopped to get the lawnmower from the garage, as he has a part-time landscaping job, but first decides to run in and make a fast tuna sandwich. As he wolfs this down along with the entire box of Mallomars from the kitchen table, he yells, “Come on, Ma, I’ve got to get out of here.” My sentiments, exactly! Once again, I find myself in the ominous driveway moving cars, still without my coat and pocketbook, but this time our dachshund gets in the way. He must be retrieved and given a “ride” as we back out and pull back in again.

The grand finale to this “restful lunch house at home” is played out as the dog (which I’m now carrying) catches his paw in my necklace and the sound of beads bouncing on the ceramic tile floor are heard along with some mumblings from me. After crawling around collecting them all, lest we have a catastrophe later caused by a wandering bead, I wearily pick up coat and bag, announcing to anyone who cares that I am returning to the comparative safety and sanity of my job as a high school principal’s secretary.

I’m now giving serious thought to looking for a position a bit farther from home, where I’ll be forced to stay and eat lunch in the cafeteria.


Tuesday, May 31, 2016

"Clean-Up Day or Musical Garbage -- Carol Hausch Ossenfort"

Clean-Up Day or Musical Garbage
by Carol Hausch Ossenfort

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Remember one of the games you played at birthday parties as a child?  (No, Spin the Bottle came later).  I’m talking about Musical Chairs.  You know, a chair for each participating child was lined up with one facing frontward and the next backward, and so on, with one less chair than children playing.  The music started, and everyone marched around and around the chairs, faster and faster...until the music stopped.  Then with squeals of anxiety, everyone scrambled for the nearest chair, and the one left standing was out of the game.  Another chair was removed, and the music began again...the game continuing until the child who triumphantly leaped onto the last chair was proclaimed the winner and received his or her prize.

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Well, we had a slightly different version of the game going on in our family called, “Musical Garbage.”  This involved cleaning out various rooms in the house, and the “garbage” was moved from one room to the other, while the household “players” ran in circles trying to find appropriate places for the uprooted stuff.  Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?  I’ll bet you’ve played your own version of this as well.  In case you haven’t, the rules of the game follow.  (Please bear in mind that they are never clearly understood by any sane person, particularly not a parent.)  So don’t give up right away - give it a whirl!

1.         There are usually one or two players (most often Mom and Dad), but should be played by everyone in the household...you know that old adage which says, “Many hands make light work.”  A bonus may have to be paid to those children in the family who do participate, otherwise known as a “bribe.”

2.      It may be played during any day of the week, month, season, or year, but is most often played prior to a major holiday, or the expected arrival of guests for dinner (birthday, christening, shower, or add your own occasion).

3.      Players are penalized, if the game is played the day after the neighborhood garbage/junk collection day, by being forced to think of a new place to move the entire pile of junk to until the next scheduled day.  This would be a major setback in the game, and should be avoided at all costs!

4.      A bonus point (sometimes two) must be paid to the garbage men on collection day so that all the items sitting at the edge of the curb are taken, especially the boxes that fall apart as soon as they’re picked up, the residue of which has to be “shoveled” into the garbage truck--this assuredly necessitates the above-mentioned bonus points!

Moves:

Player Number One (usually Mom) begins by sorting out the junk from the “good stuff” in Room Number One, while the second player starts in the basement.  PNO then throws the junk into a pile on the floor, leaves to answer the phone and, returning an hour later, finds that the dog who got caught up in the spirit of the game, has scattered the pile about the room.  This sends her back to “home base.”  (The dog wins the bonus point -- a stray M&M from the pile on the floor.)
              
Meanwhile, down in the basement, the second player (PNT) (usually Dad), begins by carrying up to the yard a number of boxes that PNO wants left in the basement, and a confrontation begins.  It usually also starts to rain on the boxes!  PNO and PNT are now in a deadlock position, and the game is on temporary hold with the refuse in Room Number One (RNO) still lying about the floor except for one important document, not meant to be discarded, which the dog has just eaten along with the M&M!

At this point, a third and fourth player (kids) often have to be coaxed into the game to give aid.  PNO asks PNTH (number three) to pick up the mess in RNO, throw it all into a box and deposit it on the porch, which now becomes Room Number Three (RNTH).  While PNTH is “on the way,” he or she is then often asked by PNT (remember Dad?) to pick up the hammer he left on the porch and bring it to him.  PNTH does so, and is rewarded by a trip to the store for a bottle of soda for himself and PNT.  PNO gets a headache.

Midway through the game, an acquaintance stops by with a trunk full of clothes for your church’s used clothing drive, which she has just weeded out of her closets, and deposits on your porch.  Bonus points to the acquaintance; a penalty for you.

PNO finally returns from the store with the soda and a friend, declaring him/her a partner (PNF).  They both leave for another part of the house, each carrying a box that PNO has decided should be stashed in the attic.  The space in the attic, of course, is nil, and therefore the boxes must be returned to, yes, home base where they will sit on the floor in the corner for another month or so.

When all possible moves have been made throughout the house (this may take a while, so don’t start the game when you have only minutes to play), and an equal amount of stuff has been moved from RNO to RNT and vice-versa, the game is declared a tie and held over for another day.

The winner of this game is the person who can walk away with all of his or her marbles, still remember his or her name, and not care that it seems as if there is now more junk in each room than before they started, while the curb outside is full of the largest pile of refuse ever seen in the neighborhood!  (Please note that the winner is never PNO.)

Having read and understood (?) the basic rules, you must realize a few other pertinent facts.  Nothing is ever accomplished in this game, and it is not one to be played by those who are “feint of heart”--or if you live by the rule that there is a place for everything, and everything must be in its place.”

Understand, also, that after having played this game countless times during the year, you will tire of it as we do all of life’s pass-times.  Having admitted this, the game needs to be put away for a while so that life’s other enriching activities may be pursued – there’s a wealth of entertainment, knowledge, and fulfillment out there, and once you accept the fact that your home won’t be on the pages of “House Beautiful,” you’ll be a lot happier.
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And now, let the music begin!










Thank You, Heavenly Father, that we are so blessed with abundance in our lives, and that we have so much more than we will ever need.  Help us to use our resources and assets more wisely, help us to appreciate what we have rather than to look for better, newer, bigger items that we probably don’t need, and remind us often of those who have so little who need our help.  Let us also remember to give of the “first fruits” to your work, rather than to give the leftovers!  Truly, it is by giving and sharing that we grow and prosper.  Amen.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Saturday, May 14, 2016

"Greeting the Day with Laughter and a Song" -- Carol Hausch Ossenfort


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For two years now, each morning when I came downstairs to the kitchen, I was greeted with a song medley from my beautiful cockatiel, which appeared in the yard one day and never left.  My sons taught him to whistle the Mexican Hat Dance, the theme song from the “Andy Griffith Show” of years ago, a few odd tunes, and the Yankee Clap (which he executes with his beak on the bars of the cage).  I try to join in with my very inept whistling, but in the middle of it, I can’t keep from laughing. 

That bird is so adorable and funny, and my whistling is so bad, but he stays right on tune!  No matter what I may be concerned  about as I start the day, “Peanut” takes all that away and brings a smile or laughter to me, and then my thoughts always turn to how very blessed I’ve been in my life …even in the “little things.”

It’s easy to see that when we focus on worries or sadness, they bring us down.  Focusing on the good, and finding a way to laugh, changes our outlook.  Likewise, beginning the day in prayer and thanksgiving to our Lord for all he has given to us brings us up and into His Light, His Joy, and the knowledge of the transforming power of His Word.

Speaking of “bringing us down,” there, too, my little cockatiel provided a great lesson the other day.  The kitten had finally noticed Peanut hopping about enticingly on his cage perch in the kitchen, making it necessary to move the cage to my second-floor bedroom and keeping the door shut.  But that morning, I had failed to close the door. 

There I was, in relaxation mode reading in the living room, when I heard a loud crash, the source of which was instantly obvious … a “downed” cage.  Running quickly up the stairs, I feared seeing the worst … and several possibilities crossed my mind.  Peanut could now be in the throes of a heart attack or dangling from the kitty’s mouth.  Saying a quick prayer before entering the room, I then heard a brave, if tentative, little chirp! 

What I saw was the cage not only on the floor but upside down as well; thankfully, at least the cage door was still shut!  Birdseed and water were scattered all over the rug, but Miss Nellie, the kitty, was nowhere to be seen. I’m sure the sudden toppling of the large cage and ensuing racket sent her flying.  Picking up and righting Peanut’s “home,” I was very grateful to see that no damage had been done, other than the soggy mess on the floor, and that Peanut was just as cheery and vocal as if nothing unusual at all had occurred.  It made me think guiltily about how upset and frightened I would be if anything a whole lot bigger than I had “rattled and dumped my cage.”  God bless Peanut!

So, another great lesson and reminder from my Heavenly Father sent via my little friend ... a safe “landing” for Peanut showed me that even when danger threatens, I can still keep my song going, as long as I remember to always keep my thoughts on the Lord and joy in my heart.  Sing on, little bird; sing on!

“For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.”        

Friday, May 6, 2016

"I won't Win any Prizes, but ..." -- Carol Hausch Ossenfort

“I won’t Win any Prizes, but …”
by Carol Hausch Ossenfort

I really hate it when some of my friends tell me that they’ve finished their house cleaning by 9:00 AM on a Saturday morning, that their clean laundry has been folded and put away, and they are now on their way to the supermarket.  By 9:00 on a Saturday morning, I’m lucky if I’ve got my bathrobe on straight while I stumble about the house with a cup of coffee in one hand and the cat in the
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other!  I’m not even close to finished by noon; at that point only half of each room has been hit with a dust cloth or vacuum.  In the meantime, I’m still in the middle of sorting through the laundry and halfheartedly watering the plants.

It definitely doesn’t help my ego either that my coworker in the office is Mrs. Super Clean.  Every few days, the smell of lemon oil furniture polish pervades the air, and I watch entranced as she efficiently runs the dust cloth over her desk and file cabinets … she even finds the time to disinfect the phone receiver!  I, in turn, will periodically blow the dust off my desk through puffed cheeks and consider the job done for another week, at least.

This Mrs. Super Clean, by the way, has also never, ever seen a moth worm in a closet (nor has her mother, she assures me).  We, on the other hand, seem to breed them and like so many other things, this is a hereditary failing.  My daughter phoned the other day in a hysterical state because she found weevils in her flour!  I told her, “Relay.  It’s just something you have to live with … there’s no cure, it runs in the family.”

Likewise, while I have trouble keeping the bathroom stocked with toilet paper and clean towels, I have a friend who worries when the color of her face soap doesn’t match the grout in the tile.  I’m lucky if the tiles are still stuck to the wall!

These same friends would never, ever run out of their favorite cleaning supplies or use a dirty dust cloth.  I hate to admit it, but I’ve even resorted to using a small square of toilet paper to quickly run over the sink for lack of something better.  It’s so humiliating.

It’s all a matter of organization, I know.  I must have been absent the day they taught organizational skills.  That’s why my handbag is a jumble of scraps of paper with half-legible writing reminding me to buy a box of Brillo or pick up the clothes from the cleaners before they sell them.  (I would if I could find the ticket.)  Buried under those notes is a roll of film that was shot a couple of years ago.  I keep transferring it from one bag to another and it’s never in the right one when I’m near the photo store.

A few months ago I lost one of my supermarket check-cashing cards and the store manager gave me a form to fill out for a replacement.  That form is stuffed somewhere in the bag, partially filled out, with the front part now half-ripped away from the carbon. 

It really does bother me … but, not very much, I guess.  Oh, I do truly admire my friends’ superior housekeeping abilities.  (I’ve even offered to let them come in and straighten things up here, but I’ve had no takers.  I can’t imagine why.)

So, I’ll just have to content myself with the fact that my family and friends have had some of the greatest conversations right in the middle of my messy kitchen.  And that does matter to me --- a lot!

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Scripture (Mary & Martha)


Image Credit:  "Mary & Martha at Jesus' Feet" -- personagembiblico.blogspot.com


Thank you, Lord for the ability to see where I need improvement and for giving me the desire and willingness to learn a better way of doing things from those more skilled than I.

Help me also to have the ability to laugh at myself and to put things in perspective.  Where improvement is needed, guide me to improve.  Let me not put things and self-improvement over people – whether they be family, friends, or complete strangers.

Grant me, Lord, Martha’s hands and Mary’s heart.

Amen.