Etchings in the Sand…

Thoughts and Photos from the Desert…

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Bean Snuggies…

Now, I’ve had quite a response to my recent post on my L.L. Bean slippers. (By “quite a response” I mean 3 notes and a long distance phone call from Kentucky – which for me is a record breaker.)

Anyway, more needs to be said. Wearing a pair of L.L. Bean slippers for 20 or so years and unashamedly wearing them “in public” is no disgrace. A badge of honor, I should think. Granted, they come to smell a bit and there are marks of distinguished aging, such as scuffs from rocks, stains from spilled liquids of different sorts and even a few neat little holes that developed when certain enthusiastic puppies were cutting their teeth across the years. Good memories!

These are things that can be easily dealt with if one’s spouse becomes unduly critical. A trip through the washer and dryer leaves them compromised, but now with marks of the aging process, proudly shared with all who would see. A few small strips of duct tape don’t do much for their appearance, but do cover up some of the rips, so offensive to some. I’ve noticed that during a rainstorm they keep your feet snug and dry. Mr Bean would be pleased.

At any rate, I want to assure those who do not understand the Bean mystique that they need to look closer at these noble objects that bring back so many wonderful memories. And to Sue Ann in Kentucky, I must say that Santa will NOT bring me 20 pairs of new slippers this Christmas. I don’t have that many readers…

Puff, the magic dragon…

Out shooting in the desert with my trusty IPhone this morning and came upon this dead cactus. Has definite prehistoric implications.

The Kids are Sparkling…

Trips to the groomer are always relatively fun. We used to have an Airedale, Ginger, who would come home very pleased with herself. She would always trot up to the Christofferson’s and sit on their front porch until they came out and took her picture. After considerable praise, Ginger would come home all full of herself.

Today was that kind of day for Oliver and Amy. They were sporting ribbons to celebrate the event.

Beans and Cornbread…

When I graduated from seminary, I was appointed founding pastor of a new church in northeast Oklahoma City. There were lots of people around, but no church. Six years later, when I moved to another church in New Mexico, it was a nice church that we left behind. St. Andrews United Methodist Church. It had been a wonderful time.

One of the strange things that emerged from our life together there was an annual beans and cornbread congregational dinner. It took me a long time to understand why folks would look forward to and so excitedly share a meal as humble as that. It gradually sunk into my yankee mind that the source was pure nostalgia. Oklahoma had been the center of the depression that plagued our land in the ’30s. Many of our church people were children of that catastrophe. They were reliving tragic moments from their history. But they did so with a deep memories and ironic joy. Parents, grandparents, neighbors and friends – many of them long gone –  had riden out those times with them. They remembered much that few would understand. Beans and cornbread.

Oddly, as the years have gone by, we have regularly celebrated good meals of beans and cornbread. Nostalgia, perhaps. History, yes. The basics, definitely. I cooked up a patch today. A sacramental visit to good times and fine people.

Here’s a memento:

Two Fine Dogs…

Except for the years of student living, I’ve never been without a dog. There’s something about a good dog friend that makes the world go round.

These days, living as we do in a life-care community, completely independent in lifestyle, we have two. They are both Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, the gentlest, most loving of the breeds I know. They are Oliver, an aging guy of 11…

and Amy a winsome, lively young girl of 4…

When they are off, being groomed or something, the house seems strangely vacant. When they are around, and they almost always are, life is richer and happiness is ever in full supply.

Yellow Bells…

The desert is deceptive. The amazing number and quality of flowers that grow profusely here is astonishing. Here is a photo of the Yellow Bells that grow in our back yard. I can gaze at them thoughtfully for lengthy moments. Oddly, it never occurred to me to pull out my IPhone, shoot and edit a few renditions of their beauty until this morning.