NaBloMoPo Day 19: Month 11


Cross-posted from my mommy blog.

11 Months

We interrupt our regularly scheduled program to bring you this special post. My little girl is 11 months old today! YAY! One month more. She’s growing so quickly, I tell you.

Elizabeth is now:

  • smiling socially at almost everyone; it’s rare that she isn’t at ease with people.
  • imitating and practicing the sounds that you make, like ‘m’, ‘b’, and ‘g’, and expecting you to imitate/talk with her.
  • clapping her hands when she’s pleased or enjoying something (she apparently stood on her feet for a full minute and clapped at “Fraggle Rock” last night).
  • saying “mama” and “dada” with some discrimination.
  • recognizing faces and voices, such as her grandparents, and shows joy at them and is sad/cries when they leave.
  • very social with other babies, the few times she’s been around them.
  • standing on her own, walk with her walker or assistance, as well as take a few steps on her own (her first two came on 11-12-13).
  • holding steady at only two teeth on the bottom but we shall see how things progress.
  • constantly on the move, playing, exploring, etc. She is only still when she sleeps.

Elizabeth loves to sit and look at pictures of her family. She has a little book with pictures in plastic envelopes of her family and she likes to sit and thumb through it. She is learning to turn the pages in books and that is one of her favorite things to do….besides eat the books. She loves paper and will probably poop out a book one of these days.

I am amazed day by day, even when I am weary, worn, and frustrated. She never ceases to amaze me.

NaBloPoMo Day 15: Dreamers’ Caste


Author’s note: A thought that became an idea and we will see if it continues to grow.

Property of Melissa Snyder

“Dreamers’ Caste”

She was a Dreamer, the lowest of the low. She spun what she had from nothing, the greatest sin ever made against Affluence. What made it ever more the worse was that what she “had” was simple, and it flattered her. Her gowns were unebellished yet they sleekend her form and brought out the spun gold in her hair; her house was small but cozy and homelike; and her food, though staple, always tasted delicious and satisfying. She was an affront to everything Affluent, one of those despicable creatures who managed to be happy just by living their dreams, without the work, the blood, sweat, tears, and money that went into being Affluent.

Beyond and below Vessel’s walls, she could hear the bustle of the Inner City, the seat and bed of Affluence.  The city curls and coils in on itself like a circle maze, the most Affluent in the center, of course, and the Dreamers on the outskirts.  Vessel gathered herbs from her window box, placing them in her basket before returning to her house from the courtyard. Waving her hand, she conjured up a pot from Dreamstuff, the perfect side for the stew that she intended to cook that day. She could place it in the courtyard oven and leave it simmer all day and it would be lovely when she got home. But…first. Gathering up her basket and her wrap, Vessel left the house and made her way along the streets, winding her way to the Bazaar near the Inner City’s center. She could create, yes, but sometimes there was nothing better than old-fashioned, orchard-raised apples.

NaBloPoMo Day 14: Creative Writing Task


“The Future of Storytelling” MOOC through Iversity.com

#storymooc

Creative Task for week 1 is:

Please think about which story you have read, seen, listened to, played or experienced has impressed you most in your life. … Which story can you still very well remember? Write down both, the summary of this story (what you remember of the story, not what Wikipedia says.. 🙂 and – on the other hand: – what made it so special to you that you can still remember it.

One of the stories that I remember most from my childhood is an old Northern Eskimo story about girl named Sedna.

Summary: Sedna lived at the edge of the world with her father and he fished and caught them food. One day, a handsome stranger came and told Sedna and her father that he was from the land of birds and, if she would come with him and be his bridge, he would catch her meat, keep her warm, and make her very happy. Sedna agreed. She said goodbye to her father and climbed into the stranger’s kyak. Her father was sad to see her go. When they were beyond sight of land, the stranger suddenly transformed! He was really a giant bird spirit. He carried Sedna to the land of birds where he kept his word. He brought her meat and lined her nest with down to keep her nice and warm. But Sedna was lonely. She missed her father. He missed her, too, and so he traveled to the land of birds to find her. Sedna was so happy to see him. “Father, take me home! I am sad and lonely,” she cried. So they got into her father’s kyak and he began paddling away as fast as he could. The bird spirit flew after them calling, “Come back, Sedna! I love you!” But they would not stop. Angered, the bird spirit turned into a giant storm that overcame Sedna’s kyak. Fearing for his own life, Sedna’s father threw her overboard. When she clung to the kyak, he took his hatchet and chopped off her fingers, throwing her down into the deep.

But Sedna did not die. Instead, out of her fingers came seals, hundreds of seals that could feed a village of a year. Then, giant walruses came from her fingers. And whales, enormous whales!

Meanwhile, Sedna’s father arrived home but his heart hurt for what he had done. Underneaeth the ice, an army of Sedna’s animals gathered. They began to churn the waters underneath until the ice broke and her father fell through into the water. But he didn’t not drown; instead, the animals took him to Sedna, who had become an ocean spirit, the guardian of the Eskimo. She forgave him and he remained there with her and they were both very happy.

And to this day, when the Eskimo are hungry, they pray to Sedna, and she gives them one of her animals to hunt.

Reflection: What makes this story special to me is that it was part of a fairy tale video that my father bought me. I watched it so often that I had all the stories memorized. Years later, in college, I took a cultural anthropology course and the focus people were the Netsilik, a Southern Eskimo group. They have a similar story and my professor was stunned to realize that I knew the story, albeit the Northern Eskimo version. He was very impressed and I have remembered that story ever since.

NaBloPoMo Day 13: When I Was Young and Foolish


For Betsy:

When I was young and foolish,

I gave my heart away.

I gave it with no thought

Of what would come or may.

Whe’er my heart led,

That was where I’d go.

One string here, one string there,

Loving that secret glow.

Until all those strings

A large knot became.

My touch became hurt,

My presence a stab of pain.

When I was young and foolish,

I gave my heart away

With no thought to who would get it

Or what they got from me.

Now there are scars

Here and there,

And I must be more careful

With how I choose to share.

For you cannot give your heart away

Without taking someone else’s.

And that is a treasure that

Must needs be cherished.

So be careful

With the heart you’re given,

Because sins against love

Are often the hardest shriven.

NaBloPoMo Day 12: Loving Touches


One of the best moments of my day today occurred at the optometrist’s office. While my glasses were being adjusted, I put my hands on the table and was amazed to feel how smooth and soft the wood was.  I just sat there and ran my fingers back and forth over the laquered wood, enjoying how it felt. Sometimes it just takes a little bit of tangible pleasure to make your day.

I’ve been layered in bed lately with my blankets and on the bottom is a red fuzzy blanket that was given to me for Christmas last year. I love how it feels on my bare feet and that softness is very soothing to me when I climb into bed at night, encouraging the sleep that I really need, wrapped in warmth and softness.

The best descriptio of satin that I have ever heard, I read in a Nancy Drew Goes to College novel: “it felt like cool milk pouring down her back”. Never a more apropos description in my book because that’s exactly what it feels like: cool and smooth and luxurious. Couple it with some flowing chiffon and I am a happy girl.

Sometimes all it takes is a little tangible pleasure to make your day. 🙂

NaBloPoMo Day 11: In Celebration of John Fowles


November 5, 2003

She watched Nadya, sitting there across the aisle of the airplane, this woman in a black silk Anne Taylor skirt and accompanying blue pinstriped blouse, her high-heeled Mary Janes peeking out from underneath her hem. She had rather the air of a college student or high-school teacher, and she observed the woman across the aisle with great attentiveness. But why uphold pretenses?

What am I to do with you? You are so much stronger than I planned you to be.

I drummed my fingers on my knee, trying to figure her out. Nadya was supposed to have fallen in love, like any young woman of her imagination and dignity, but, instead, she started working at a publishing house and living on her own in a bayside split-level studio. She is made of stronger mettle than I thought. She was supposed to fall for a charming Welshman with an aquiline nose and smirking mouth, but she had instead become his ‘minder’ and a sister figure. I watched her sit there, legs crossed, head back against the broken-in upholstery. A copy of Fowles’ The French Lieutenant’s Woman lay facedown in her lap, open to about chapter 13. I wonder if she knows how pertinent that novel—indeed, that chapter—really is at this moment? Of course she doesn’t; she’s asleep, as she always is on airplane rides. It is a beautiful hardbound copy, obviously from her publishing house. Leather cover, golden-edged pages, a taste of history amidst modernity.

But I digress.

I had planned everything out for Nadya. She and that Roman-nosed darling of a man would become enamored with their relationship mortared by complementing personalities and shared passions for literature, life, and each other amongst other things.

I do not know what to do with you. Apparently, you–and other characters of my imagination—do not like to be lorded over, made to go here or there. You are unpredictable, balking at perfectly chalked out plans.

Then I realized what Fowles himself said was true. One cannot tell characters where to go and what to do, they decide how it will be done, regardless of the author’s ends.

 

NaBloPoMo Day 10: Day of Rest


Most people consider Sunday as a day of rest but that’s kind of gone the way of the dinosaur for me. As the wife of a new pastor, Sundays are an incredibly busy day for us with Sunday School, worship service, and any after-church activities taking up three-fourths of our day sometimes. I tend to have very busy mornings, even before we leave the house, with Elizabeth’s breakfast, getting her and myself dressed, dealing with food if there’s a potluck after church, etc. There are some Sundays when I do in two hours what perhaps a lot of people get done in a full morning’s work.

Then, after church, there’s usually lunch with the family and then home for a few hours of playtime before supper and the bedtime routine for a particular little girl. After that, I tend to collapse, exhausted, onto the couch and fall into quiet and stillness for the remainder of the night until my own inevitable bedtime. The TV drones on in the background, mostly ignored, as I try to find something to exercise my mind and achieve some sort of fun, I guess, amidst the work of the day. I never thought that I would long for those days when I was a little girl and my mother would force me to lie down and nap after lunch on a Sunday. What I would give for someone to a.) give me the opportunity/time for that and b.) force me to do it now. I suppose I just never realized how busy a pastor and his family could be on a Sunday, what is almost everyone else’s ‘day of rest’. Sundays exhaust me more than almost any day of the week anymore, between getting my family out the door, wrangling my very energetic eleven-month-old daughter, and taking care of my family at home.

But the fact is that I still love Sundays. I love being in church with my little family, listening to my husband preach, and spending time with like-minded people whose lives show such happiness and fulfillment. Even though I count myself one exhausted woman by the end of the day as I write this, I still love Sundays.

NaBloPoMo Day 8: Shopping Blues


I started my Christmas shopping today, and in the past I have found a joy in it. But not today, not really. I felt worse the longer I went on with it, though I did make a good dent in my list. But I felt depressed; I always do at Christmas time. And I think I know why.

I feel depressed because I always want to do more. I want to give my family more. More than just mere things. I want to give them trips, new experiences, chances to learn new things, see sights they have only dreamt of. I want to give them the world, but I don’t have it.

When I was in college, a friend of mine who couldn’t afford presents for her friends did something incredibly sweet. She gave each of us a letter and, in that letter, she told what she would have given us if she could give what she truly wanted. For me, she gave me the role of Lucy in Jekyll & Hyde on Broadway. It’s my favorite musical. That meant a lot – the thought, the gesture, all of it. And all without a physical gift.

I want to do great things for those I love. I want to give them the world, even if I can’t give them the world.

NaBloPoMo Day 7: 25 Random Facts


In case you were interested. 🙂

1. I am so nearsighted as to be legally blind without my glasses, though I am the tiniest bit less nearsighted this year. So the doctor says.

2. I taught myself Shakespeare (how to read, how to interpret), as it wasn’t taught at my school.

3. I have a Bachelor’s of Science in English Education and a minor in Literature, because the minor only required one class more than the ones I was already taking..

4. My first academic publication was in Parma Nole, the Journal of Heren Istarion: The Northeast Tolkien Society. It was my undergrad senior thesis paper, a joint effort for Norse Myth and Saga and Survey of English classes, taught by the same professor. It covered the real world influences on Tolkien’s languages and the echoes of Norse culture in the people of Rohan in his Lord of the Rings saga.

5. My first fiction publication was a story for a Sunday School paper when I was 14, sent in by a teacher of mine. I was paid $5, just like Jo March (Little Women).

6. I loved Disney Sega games, but could NEVER finish the final level. Ever.

7. My parents argued over what to name me. One wanted Melissa, the other wanted Sherri. I don’t remember who won, ie, who had which name.

8. I have a quasi-eidetic memory when it comes to movie dialogue. Show me a movie or TV show once and I can probably remember a third of the lines.

9. I kind of miss bike riding but I like walking better.

10. I fell in love with Frank Sinatra in college and have since transferred my love over to Michael Buble. Such a great showman.

11. I have never had my ears pierced, nor do I plan to.

12. I really hot black tea with lots of sugar/honey and lemon.

13. I am an Anglophile. I love British television, especially period drama like “Downtown Abbey” and “Call the Midwife”.

14. I am a combined introvert and extrovert. I hoard my ‘me time’ but I love time with people, though it is often in certain situations. I love to talk but I also like to listen while the rest of my brain retreats into my own world.

15. I have never written a novel. I have started several but never finished any of them.

16. Some of my best work is fan-fiction.

17. I have  a VERY short attention span when it comes to video games. I can only play it and be interested for a few hours and then I’m done.

18. I broke my four top front teeth with a lunchbox as a child and required root canals and silver caps on them all. So I had a mini-grill until my baby teeth fell out.

19. I have never broken a bone or had a cavity.

20. My first LARP character was a thrall for my then boyfriends Ordo Gangrel. I LOVED Aislinn.

21. Apparently, I don’t play REAL characters in DragonLance/DragonStar. According to my husband, I play props, e.g. his paladin’s epic mount/unicorn and a fire mephit used as a ship’s heating coil.

22. I make friends more easily with men than with women so the ladies who are close to me are really very special.

23. I love going to the Disney Store because it’s the closest I’ll get to Disney World for the moment.

24. According to some Detroit friends, I should not exist.

25. I still adore my husband each and every day. ❤