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Cobra Dream Comes True Early

September 21, 2011

   We dream many dreams in life.  Some of them are based on relationships or legacy; others revolve around ambitions; and still others are aimed at material acquisitions.  The dreamer feels the dream first; then he decides what is worth his continued dreaming.  Finally, he decides whether and how to go about making his dreams come true.
   Since he was a little boy, Handsome has been a car guy.  He developed an appreciation for all sorts of motorized vehicles and established his opinions on aesthetics and mechanics at a pretty early age.  Looking back over the years on his constantly rotating collection of cars, trucks, motorcycles, and watercraft, you can see his life change and witness his personality evolve.  You can see him experiment with style, rebel against authority, protect young children, go lunching with white collar colleagues, flirt with speed and danger, bond with his dad, and even fall in love.
   If you know him personally then you know I am not exaggerating one bit to say that his car collection represents much more than transportation; it is satisfaction on many levels and self expression in the truest sense for him.
   Though many of his selections have come and gone, keeping that “visiting” spot in the garage pretty warm and filled with mystery, a couple of cars will always hold a place in his heart.
    One of them is the Shelby Cobra.
    He started loving this car in 1981 when he was six years old.  His specific memory of a date perked up my ears.  I asked him, “What happened?  Was it a significant event?  Where were you?  What was the weather like that day?  Were you hungry?”
    He said, “I saw one.”  Simple as that, I suppose.  Love at first sight.
    Someone gave Handsome a poster early in his Cobra love affair, and it hangs today in his car shop, barely tattered considering its age.
   He had a toy car model that represented his ultimate Cobra package:  Blue, white rally stripes, white pipes, single roll bar.  He keeps it in his office.
Here is a painting our oldest daughter made for him when she was about ten years old.  
That was almost six years ago, before we lived here at the farm, 
before Handsome’s career took such an unexpected and incredible turn, 
before a lot of family changes frankly.
She captured the blue paint, white rally stripes, and single roll bar.
It was a spontaneous work of love and gift for him, and we will treasure it forever.
Side note:  At that age, her dream car was a pick up truck, painted sparkly purple.
   He never expected to own it until after retirement.  But thanks to a slightly depressed car market, incredible long term financial discipline, and very, very, very patient searching, my dream guy was able to buy his dream car a bit early.
One of the truly beautiful cars we considered and ultimately declined.
 
   When we shopped, we shopped for a long time and looked at a wide variety of cars all across the region, understanding that the unexpected and limited opportunity to buy might limit the colors available, motors, etc.  He considered a yellow paint job, an aqua blue one, and a black body with red pinstripes.  All of those cars were gorgeous and any of them might have been fine, but none of them was his dream.
    Fate intervened.
Unloading the Cobra was almost surreal that night.
 
   He gritted his teeth, waited, and got exactly the car he wanted.  It matches his model car almost perfectly but also needs just the right amount of tinkering to make it his.  He has big plans for his Cobra, knowing it will be a lifetime investment and treasure.
      So far he has had it for about nine months, 
and we expect to enjoy it together for many decades.
   How I wish the girls could be under his wing for this chapter of their lives!  He has so much to teach and offer, so many lessons and resources, so much talent to share.  Maybe in the future.
One of favorite things at car shows has always been watching 
what keeps the attention of little children too young to be attached 
to commonplace labels or commercial popularity.
I wonder if we have a couple of collectors here.
I just love their faces!
   So to anyone still dreaming of your ultimate car, keep the flame alive.  In the back of your heart, in the margins of your thoughts, remember that dreams come true, even those dreams on wheels. Because once you’ve got that dream car in your garage—the one you waited for, saved for, maybe even manifested from a decades-old model sitting on your shelf—it becomes more than just a machine.

It becomes a part of you, a symbol of patience, personality, and persistence. And like anything meaningful, it deserves real care, not quick fixes or shortcuts. When it’s time to tune the suspension just right, quiet that rattle that wasn’t there last week, or prep for the open road, you want someone who respects the story behind the car as much as the mechanics inside it.

That’s what makes a place like Blue Wrench such a gem—where seasoned hands meet modern tools, and every car, from a beat-up daily driver to a custom-built Cobra, gets treated with the kind of attention that honors both performance and passion. Because some cars are built to last, and others are built to be legends—you just need the right team to keep them running like one.

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The Chicken Bowl & Conservation

September 20, 2011

   Anyone who visits the farm knows that we keep at least one “Chicken Bowl” going in the kitchen at all times.  This is not a bowl OF chicken but rather a bowl FOR the chickens.  
   We have a flock of about twenty-three hens and roosters, plus one turkey, six guinea fowl, and five geese who delight in leftovers of every variety.  They are hungry, baby.  Voracious.  Short and skinny but hollow legs, these birds.  We feed them proper poultry scratch and protein pellets, of course, but in their minds nothing seems to compare to the sweet and savory slop that emerges from the kitchen up to twice a day.  
   This purposeful use of leftover food bits and scraps means that we never have organic matter rotting in the trash can or crowding the fridge.  (Handsome is not a big fan of encore meal appearances, anyway.)  It also means that our yard birds are extremely well fed and also extra responsive to human approach.  The Pavlovian theory is in full effect here, folks.  Just try carrying a bowl anywhere near that little feathery corner of the farm and see how quickly you are surrounded by running, fluttering, screaming birds.  It’s a lot of fun!
   The chickens thank us for the constant feasting by keeping us fully supplied with eggs.  We always have more than we can eat or use and plenty still to share.  They are big, heavy, colorful, densely nutritious eggs.  Sometimes a double-yolker appears, too, which is always cause for a little dance.  I collect up to eleven huevos per day and rarely less than four.  
   Our Chicken Bowl practice is just an example of what lots of people do to maximize the abundance of life.  We are so richly blessed, so steeped in resources, that most of us have more than enough to share something with others and still live very comfortably.  
   This also has me thinking of conservation.  Energy conservation is a big topic in our household because of Handsome’s work with utility companies.  This summer we participated in a sort of experimental program whereby we paid different rates per kilowatt hour based on time of day, grid demand, etc.  We knew ahead of time what the costs would be each day and learned how to tailor our household activities to save energy.
   I haven’t done laundry or used the oven in three months.  It’s my little contribution to the cause.  I’m a giver.
   Anyway, the results have been amazing.  With minor adjustments in our routines and nearly unnoticeable sacrifices in creature comforts, we saved a few hundred dollars in electricity costs!  And this is in one of the hottest summers in Oklahoma history.  The idea has been to use less of the premium energy.  Simple as that.
  • Don’t let anything go to waste; there is a wonderful purpose for everything.
  • Share your blessings with others.
  • Use less of what is not in abundance and enjoy the benefits.

   I am letting all of this serve as my springboard to the coming season of blessings inventory and giving.  
Wishing you abundance where you need it,
discipline where it counts,
and more fresh eggs than there are recipes for quiche.
xoxoxo





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Gently Exiting the Roller Coaster

September 19, 2011

   I have had a bit of a roller coaster relationship with “church” in my lifetime and am at present in a valley.  A dark, dangerous valley that is possibly coated in slippery green goose poop.  And filled with dead ends and infuriating detours.  
   If I wanted to, I could easily write for days about why this has been my spiritual station for so long, and maybe sometime in the future that will feel profitable; but for now one simple, uncluttered truth is ringing clearly in my heart:  

Church is not the same as faith.  
My religion is not the same 
as my relationship with God.
   My goal is absolutely not to debase any worldly religion or to proclaim a separation from any church; in fact, quite the opposite is true.  Rather than leave church altogether (which is exactly the brink on which I have been teetering for months), I am banking on the notion that feeding myself throughout the week will prepare the soil of my heart for Sunday morning so that those services are nourishing to me again and so that maybe I can be helpful to someone else eventually.  
   Let’s just say it’s been a while since I had anything to offer at church or much of anything good to say about it.  That disconnect bleeds into every other area of life, too, and that is just not how I want things to continue.
   Ever a fan of gardening metaphors, I can’t help but recount that a dry, hardened plot of earth will receive neither water nor seed, no matter how much it wants to.  No matter how much it needs the life giving stuff.  So I have some tilling to do in my heart, some weeding, some fertilizing, and some soil amending.  Better a late harvest than none at all, I hope.
   One addition to the farm routine, then, has been weekday morning Bible studies.  A handful of women in my life have accepted the invitation to study and pray along with me (thank you!!), and for starters we’re going to follow along with Courtney, specifically the Good Morning Girls.  Yes, of course we can all study and pray independently and should do so on a regular basis, but remember how I like gimmicks?  This is a a nice, simple boost.  And I am gladly accepting it.
   The last of this morning’s scriptures could not have been more encouraging:
“And these things write I unto you, 
that your joy may be full.”
-I John 1:4

   Our spiritual journeys should not to be cookie cutter experiences.  God does not intend for us to be miserable with Him.  I am relieved to be reminded of the joy that can be found in Truth, that it is not all judgment and bad news and endurance (although that is all very real).  
    How refreshing, as early autumn breezes send the curtains billowing into the living room, to finally begin a calmer leg of my journey, a less panicky attempt this time at rekindling my relationship with my Creator.
   

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Sunset Behind the Sunflowers

September 19, 2011

Autumn is beginning to reveal herself in Oklahoma, 
and the farm is transforming in gentle, powerful ways. 
What once looked like weeds is now a small grove 
of brilliant wild sunflowers. 
What was just a few weeks ago a hot, miserable time of day 
now invites us to linger longer and soak up the marmalade sunsets.  

There is so much inspiration here, I cannot keep it to myself.
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The Imperfectionists (book review)

September 17, 2011

   This book had a lot going for it way before I cracked open the library’s laminated cover protector.   First, it was recommended to me by my lil’ sis Gen and her West coast Derby buddy Julia.  They are both fabulously smart and interesting women, steeped in good books and oozing good taste, so I do not take their banner flying lightly.  Second, I will read almost anything with title font this delicious.  Seriously, it can only mean good things.  And the cover art?  Yum.  Can’t you smell the paper and don’t you want to brew some coffee?

     
   First of all, the book is written in a slightly unusual format which, once deciphered, was completely enjoyable.  Rachman weaves the story pretty much by characterizing people over and over again, and quite well.  The reader is served insights into human nature and motivation, parental relationships, the strength of romantic passion (or lack thereof), and even the fallout of the loss of a child. 
   Even those personalities who make only brief appearances in the book are knowable and believable and left me craving more.  This was not a story told from any one perspective; it was instead told from all perspectives.  And it could have been deepened at any point by choosing a favorite character and indulging, roulette style.
   As an aside, anyone who is interested in any of the varied possible careers in print journalism might get a serious kick out of reading this book.  The author offers us juicy glimpses into the daily grind of reporting, editing, proofing, publishing, inheriting, owning, abandoning, and outliving a print newspaper.  Fascinating stuff this is, especially considering the time span chosen.  Rachman writes in one chapter from the 1950s, in another from 2007, them back to the 1970s, again in 2007, and so forth. 
   He has constructed a patchwork story, on one page describing with painful scrutiny the details of a character then leaping, without warning, past an anticipated scene change and boldly into fresh cold wordy waters.  So you know sort of what to expect, it’s the indirect and incomplete history of a daily newspaper in Rome over a span of three generations and opposite sides of the globe.
   If it sounds a bit wonky, let me assure you that it works.  By the end of the book I found myself thinking there was no other way to tell such a story.  Well done Tom Rachman.

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   On a philosophical note, isn’t that how we tend to interpret the world at large?  
Through the human experience, first of all, but also through a random and untimed series of encounters, 
a que of unorchestrated revelations?  Not one of us enjoys the clarity of authoritative narration 
in the background or theme music to illustrate the truth behind a life event.  
We just see things and do things and reflect on them.  

Even those among us with the most vivid ambition kind of amble around the globe 
in patterns or apart from them, eventually weaving ourselves into history, 
even if we never get to fully understand that history ourselves.  
Some people call these the “filters” through which we see the world.  
I find it perfectly accurate.
   How often do we ever know the whole story about someone’s life, even a loved one?
 How well could one person possibly understand the motives and passions of an ancestor 
who is two generations and a continent apart from us?  
Or of our companion in the next room?
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   Off of my soapbox now, back to the book re view. 
  I highly recommend these 269 pages but with the warning that it is less action packed and more introspective than a lot of popular fiction.  It even lacks social commentary, with the exception of touching on what the internet has done to print media.
Okay, best wishes.  Hope you like it too!

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