mum's rants New Zealand

Service, Love and Imperfection

Getting ready to leave another friends house today. Well, their “bach” (holiday home) actually. We have been away from our truck since mid September. We have been staying with alot of friends, new and old, since we left our truck so very, very long ago.

We are here at the bach by ourselves right now. We stayed with the owner before “Parachute” and she came here for the weekend. The rest of the time we were by ourselves. We really needed this time by ourselves.

It has been a great time. I think the highlight was walking out to an island at low tide. The waves came from 2 different angles as it went around the water in the waist high water. idyllic.

As I work in the kitchen and clean the house I go through the same thing I normally go through.

Am I cleaning up enough. Can I see more dirt that I am missing. You see part of being hosted by this is wanting to give back. I want to leave a gift but so many times I feel like the best gift is service. I think of friends who have stayed with us. We love it when Cindy comes to stay with us. She has stayed with us often but never enough. When she stays with us I wouldn’t wash a single dish. She didn’t make a big deal of it. It was like there was a dish fairy in residence. Wonderful!. Robbie stayed with us and noticed that a small piece was missing on our dishwasher (oh the days of the dishwasher). He walked down the street, bought the part and fixed our dishwasher. Just like that. I tell you, that has been years and it still puts a smile on my face.

Back to my cleaning. I want to do that. I want to put smiles on faces. I want to bless. I think cleaning and fixing up are good ways to bless.

Andrew has done work on fixing up some window frames. He has been filling and sanding and painting. That is really good.

I will clean. I am cleaning.

Darn, those stains aren’t coming off the window frame. Were they here before or did we put them there.

Some dried up veg bits in the bottom of the fridge. Great, I know we didn’t leave them there so that means we will leave that part looking better. Blessing.

What am I missing? I know that I will leave some things looking worse. Not from laziness or inconsideration but out of imperfection. I am quite aware of my imperfection right now. If I can leave some things that I see better then it will overshadow the things that I miss.

I think about Amelia Bedelia. TJ loves that book. All my girls love that book. She is a terrible housekeeper like me. She messes up everything but she bakes really good so everybody forgives her.

I think about relationships. I think about how so many people that have been together for a long time see the imperfect. When they meet we don’t see the imperfect. That part takes time. The imperfect glares in ex-husbands and ex-wives. Not that I have experience with that, just an observation. Same person they were dancing in the moonlight with and then, BOOM, he is the devil incarnate.

What about love. Maybe that is part of the whole picture. We are all imperfect. What allows others to see the missing dirt in the corner or the painted windowsill in the back is the filter of love. It is like tasting Amelia Bedelia’s pie and completely forgetting about the best towels that were changed (changed by being cut into bits). Love is the pie.


Spring Cleaning and Conference

Normal day today. Andrew in town for a 3 day conference. Kids working in their schoolbooks. Followed by extensive time in the lake with their tyre tubes. Just like what I used to spend days doing when I was a kid, so long ago. Amazing how a bit of old black rubber can make water so much more fun.

Andrew is in town having a great time, seeing old friends, making new ones, hearing stories and telling some.

Abi is customizing a t-shirt – again.

Hannah is reading – again.

TJ is orgainizing her locker – again. You can tell organization is not as big of a priority with Abi, who has the neighbouring locker.

Me, I foolishly woke up in a spring cleaning mood. I decided to do all the sheets and rugs today. WITHOUT A MACHINE! Oh yeah! Woke up feeling a bit like superwoman. Armed with running water into a trough, a bar of soap, a scrubbing brush, a board, a wringer (mangle) and buckets of dirty sheets, rugs and clothes. Unfortunately, we do not have spare sheets, so when I dumped the sheets in the buckets of water there was no turning back. Dang! Unknown to me, Our rug seemed to have been held together by the flood of dirt that emerged and has now sprouted many holes in one side. So, something will need to happen. One end will become a dog rug. What about the other end? A small rug in front of the sink? A decorative piece for the front dash? Perhaps a carpet bag? Just like Mary Poppins. I have always wanted a carpet back – but, honestly, don’t need one.

I now feel a bit less like superwoman and a bit more like Old Mother Hubbard. I am scruffy and sweaty but my sheets are clean and my rug has new possibilities.

Got the kids some inner tubes at a car shop. Just like I used to have when I was a kid. When it got just too hot for old mother hubbard I went in the water with my girls and the inner tubes of my youth and I am a kid again.