Good morning and Happy Sunday to you! Time for 5 Randoms from my world. Ready? Let’s go.
1 ) Spring. I’d been away from the office for several weeks, returning last week to a stacks of mail and Spring outside my window. After (what felt like) a 10 month winter, Spring seems even brighter this year. And overdue. Yes, it rained all weekend, but the rain washed away the pollen and, for the first time in a week, my eyes no longer feel gummy. Farmer’s daughters have a hard time wishing away rain anyways.
**Hello Spring! **
2 ) Travel ~ as fun and adventurous as it was to be away ~ including staying an extra night because of flight delays (in a hotel, not the airport, yay), it’s wonderful to come home again. With 3 days in the office last week and 1 more tomorrow, I’m nearly caught up. On Tuesday I’m off again for a couple of nights and back home in time to slide into the long weekend. This is the kind of travel I love~ by car, with stops along the way, the schedule is (mostly) all mine, structured enough to accomplish my objectives but with enough free time to take in the sights. I’ll be winding my way north along the shores of Lake Michigan and back again. And I won’t miss my desk one bit.
**Travel makes one modest, you see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.**
3 ) Companions– While visiting city officials and town halls I’ll have Dad with me. See Dad, in addition to being a full-time farmer, served his local Rural Municipality (R.M.) as a Councilor for 30+ years and this girl went with him much of the time. I’d straighten the paperwork and make sure the coffee pot was full, watch how he listened, interacted, and worked the issues. I learned from him how to relax and stand confident in what I know. Although my present day role is much different from his, there’s much of what he did that comes with me. And I still experience a child-like wonder as I walk into a century-old City Hall, seeing the grooves in the floor from so many before me, smelling furniture polish and the must that exists in those cavernous old rooms. I can easily spot the radiators still hugging the walls and, before long, enjoy a relaxed camaraderie with present day staff.
**A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots.**
4 ) Anniversary – This week marks 10 years as a U.S. Citizen. 10 years! Yes, 10 years ago I raised my right hand and, with 78 others (from 34 countries) took the oath of allegiance to the United States of America and stepped forward as a new American. It signified the end of one journey and the beginning of another. It was one of the proudest and most emotional moments of my life. (more about my journey here.)
You see, someday I will be a citizen for 15 or 20 or 35 years and I’ll still choose to tell folks that I’m a “new” citizen. Why? Because I don’t know how else to communicate the significance of it. The choice of it.
We’re not perfect, this country, we’ve got our flaws. Like most families, there’s bickering and divisions and always someone willing to point out what’s wrong with us … but still … there’s a heart and soul about America that continues to inspire people to imagine a life here.
That’s me, holding the flag, during my swearing in ceremony; An Emjayandthem (C) photo
“The first requisite of a good citizen in this republic of ours is that he shall be able and willing to pull his own weight.”
3) The Royal Wedding – Unlike past events, I didn’t set my alarm, instead I set the DVR. Snoozing till 8:00 I hopped up out of bed, poured a large cup of coffee, and turned on the TV. For whatever reason, I just didn’t have the same interest in this wedding as I did for Diana and Charles in 1981 or William and Kate in 2011. Maybe I was still trying to learn about the gal who’d bedazzled a Prince and, let’s be honest, some of the attraction was the hot mess certain members of her family had been, too. The day was dazzling, the sky glorious, the hats large and the dress fancy. Having the DVR recording allowed me to fast-forward through the speculative coverage by “new” Royal experts and get to the good stuff. Yes, I cried when I saw the two brothers walking so confidently together. I giggled at the cuteness of the little page boys and flower girls. I teared up watching Prince Charles join her on her lone walk in, when the two of them said their vows, shared a kiss, and hopped into the Carriage to be swept off to their future. I’ve cried at this and every wedding I’ve ever witnessed. This was no different: in the end, it’s all about love. I wish them well.
image from Delish.com
**All you need is love … ** -Paul McCartney
So, how was your week?
