Sunday, August 5, 2012
One Hundred Things My Mother Taught Me A Million Times - Chapter 90
#90 - “Keep a $50 bill hidden in your billfold just
in case of an emergency.”
Mom was a consummate penny-pincher. As you know, I’m always
curious about words so I googled ‘penny-pincher,’ and synonyms that popped up
were “skinflint, stingy and niggard.” None of those words defined mom because
she wasn’t stingy. So I googled ‘frugal’ thinking that was a better word for
mom’s ability to stretch a dollar. Interestingly, thesauras.com makes the point
that, “frugal refers more to practicing economy in the course of shopping for
goods or services; whereas thrifty applies more to the preservation of funds.”
By the way, the antonyms of frugal are generous, lavish, uneconomical, wasteful
and SueAnn.
Mom was both frugal and thrifty. Dad, on the other hand, invested
in racehorses, goldmines and oil wells. I think I’m the apple that didn’t fall
far from dad’s tree. On the other-other hand, the things that I invest in
(heavily) aren’t all that crazy: my grandkids’ whims, my children’s needs or
enjoyment, my husband’s health, friendships, books, travel and food. I’m
certain that I’m spoiling my grandchildren, and although that probably isn’t
good for them, I am just a victim of my own heritage. I didn’t have any
grandparents and always wanted them. I know, I know, grandparents are supposed
to impart wisdom and love, not DS’s, Androids, Nikes and ice cream, but I never
got presents from grandparents so I am also a victim of the backlash effect.
But enough rationalizing, let’s return to mom’s emergency $50. CLICK ON READ MORE BELOW...
The Flight of Gemma Hardy: A Novel by Margot Livesey

Set in Iceland, Scotland, and the Orkney Islands off the
northern-most tip of Scotland during 1950-60’s, Gemma’s story begins when she
is orphaned in Iceland at the age of 3. She becomes the ward of her kindly,
pastor uncle in Scotland, who unfortunately soon dies, leaving Gemma in the
hands of the predictably wicked stepmother and progeny. Gemma gets tossed into
a boarding school that uses indigent students as slaves, but she trudges bravely
though that and a seemingly endless series of disasters involving the not
uncommon trials of life (i.e., love, poverty, work, betrayal) which would be
depressing if it weren’t for two things. CLICK ON READ MORE BELOW...
Our gifts are not by hard work or happenstance alone, by Judy Knotts, In Your Words
I met Very Smart Gal Judy
Knotts through Very Smart Gal Lynn Meredith and have come to admire her
thoughtful life, which includes being the Interim Head of St. Gabriel’s
Catholic School, a very active friend of the Austin homeless community, and an
occasional contributor to the Austin
American-Statesman. A couple of days ago I received an email from
Judy saying, “Because you don’t read the paper…” with her most recent editorial
attached. I loved the article so much that I asked if I could include it in my
blog. See below, reprinted with permission.
Our gifts are not by
hard work or happenstance alone
By Judy Knotts, In
Your Words
A simple pleasure is found in many cultures sitting around
the dinner table or communal fire after the evening meal and discussing life as
it unfolds. At first the conversation might center on things and people, but as
night falls, talk often turns to deeper questions. "Who are we? "What
is our purpose?" "Who writes the story we are enacting?"
Recently, I was invited to dinner at a friend's home. After
we had had our fill of delicious shrimp and pasta and cleared away the dishes,
we returned to the table to savor one last glass of wine and chocolate chip
cookies. These treats eased us into a meaningful conversation, and we began
delving into the age-old question of "Who is in charge of the world, of
us?"
Two opinionated people (one of them me) began sounding like
a chorus of dueling banjos, rarely letting each other finish a sentence,
instead grabbing hold of the topic or melody line and making it our own with a
flourish.
We each held strong views, which we flung in the face of the
other. "What about the starving child in sub-Saharan Africa, would a god
allow that?" my friend demanded.
I countered with the usual response of faith-filled people
that admittedly sounded a bit weak: "We can't understand these things. We
are merely human, not gods." CLICK ON READ MORE BELOW...
The hobby that got out of control . .
Very Smart Gal Elizabeth Ann Gates told me about Very Smart Gal Julie Sullivan and her "Dancing Cat Bindery." What a lovely skill, and I saw some wonderful gift ideas on her Dancing Cat Bindery website!
In the
early 90s Dallas-based bookbinder Julie Sullivan (pictured below) began taking evening classes
from local calligrapher and bookbinder Catherine Burkhard. Julie was simply
looking for a relaxing hobby to reduce the stress of a full-time, fast-paced
job in the hi-tech industry.
"I should have known something was up when I started
using vacation days from my job to take bookbinding workshops!"

"Bookbinding is a craft in which one learns something
every day, either from your own experiences or by learning from experts."
CLICK ON READ MORE BELOW...
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