Staying single and lawn mowing...

This is my hand mower which I manage easily.  I bought a petrol run mower which stayed in storage after my brother Nimrod left Sydney, the reason being I could not start it.  It is now dysfunctional--(in line with the theory of üse it or lose it).  My brother Art was suggesting I bought a chain saw to manage my hedge.  Big Nah!!  I don't think I'll be able to manage it if he also leaves..

It is total darkness now in my neighbourhood. All the humming of the lawnmowers from different gardens around me had ended. Thank God!  This had truly driven  me crazy all through the day.  One out of 100, I might be the only one who's  awake...

It looks like I am back to my normal custom of spending what I'd call quality time with myself.

Ah, why isn't there still someone in my life so at least I can have someone to eat late supper with?  A question I asked from time immemorial and many people who know me---but rather put it in a different way.

My young niece then (now 18 years old) rephrased the question, "Why are you alone?"

What is wrong with me? And what is also wrong with a few men who chased me then?

When someone comes along (and someone did!), I tend to ask myself, "can I truly spend my whole life with this person without being bored?"  From hindsight, I realised this was a foolish question to ask--but I had asked it, (and still asking it, anyway!)

At the bus stop, I shared garden and life notes  with few "widowed" women by divorce or death of spouse, I became acquainted with. Surprisingly, a few of them ended up living with the man who offered to cut their lawn.  One is contemplating marriage. I said to myself--WoW!  That easy? Something must be worth investigating here...

And because I became aware of these stories of women at the bus stop, even if there were at least two who offered to cut the grass for me, I declined the offer.  I think I'd rather be on the careful side. Cutting the grass, being in a relationship and eventually moving to my house---definitely are distinct and unconnected matters.

My older friend, who by the way, after being a widow for a few years now still hopes to meet someone.  And because she does as well as other widowed and divorced people in her circle, a few of whom are now in  new relationships, it has been a big puzzle for her why someone in her words "so pretty and clever"as me still hasn't got new relationship yet!  She said, surely there should be someone out there after that big redhead who by the way, is so ashamed now to show up his face in my house after I discovered him, with solid evidences, to be a perennial philanderer and pathological liar! 

No, there isn't anyone yet! I wish there was--so there's someone who'll replace the two light bulbs in my kitchen...so I do not have to struggle mowing my lawn...and so on. 

I think we can all blame that "clever"part description of me by my older friend.  As the song goes, "fools rush in where angels fear to tread." I think I am more of an angel than a fool, that's why.

Anyway, I will stay single.  I still have the  hand mower which I acquired with the help of my ex-significant redhead. I'll manage the grass in my property (to save $$$$ for holiday perhaps) and leave it to the Council to cut the nature strip.  

And in the later later years, I could always call the Grey Army to cut the lawn for me.

I think this is in keeping with being clever...

I am at home again.  Ah, how many Sabbaths will I just stay at home?  I want to go to church, however, the forecast today is 33 degrees C.  

What's in the church, anyway?  Ah, what a question!  There's nothing there technically, at this stage of my life. If I want to fellowship with God and continually expand my knowledge of Him, I do not necessarily have to go to church.  The Bible is open and I can read it myself asking the Holy Spirit to give me wisdom and guide me.  With the advanced technological developments and access to a wide range of information including commentaries on Bible passages and their different translations, I can on my own initiative continually study the Word of God and thereby continually grow in my experiential knowledge of God.

But then Hebrews 10:25 is making me feel uncomfortable--I feel like some convicting spiritual substance of neglect streaming down rapidly in my system even as I type this out...

Yes, I should go to church.  Why not? Only for the sole reason that there is Sister Paz, whom I know loves me.  Hm... I sound so delinquent as this echoes back to my ears. I could not just go to church because of a person.  I go to church to meet God and to be an encouragement to the brethren even if I do not belong to any club or cliche.

Now what? Shall I justify myself today for not going to church? Well, I do not hold any office in the church--and I do not intend to-- because there is so much freedom not being committed to anything.  I remember all those years when I was actively involved in church activities and I could not even get sick, particularly when I was discipling youth for Christ.  Rain or shine, I should be there to open and close the church gate--so to speak.  So am I complaining now about all those years?  Nope!  

There is a right time for everything and those years were just the right time for me to use my optimum energies to minister to others and afterwards to my mother who, two years ago, went to be with God.

Now, that I have a few medical conditions, my ministry now is to my own self and to all the people I love both near and far, in land or sea which I could only do in no other way but through prayer. 

Yes, I have been celebrating Sabbath in my own personal way. Nobody can contest that.  This is between myself and the Lord of Sabbath.

Well, how do I celebrate Sabbath particularly today?

Here I am sitting before my laptop--sharing my thoughts while I admire all the splashes of geranium colours in my courtyard.  God has made me happy--it has been quite awhile when my courtyard is bereft of colours.  It is amazing how they display their warm colours this summer. God must have known I am weary about trivial things like the overgrown grass in the nature strip which Council claimed was already booked to be cut after the many phone calls I made since January.  I could hear the mowing sounds from different directions in my neighbourhood whose major business is to cut their lawn.  

Well, I do not mow on Sabbath.  I  would not clean the backroom of my house, either.  It is Sabbath---I am going to read the Bible in Spanish and possibly write and afterwards I am going to eat noodles for lunch, maybe eat pancakes for afternoon tea and---then give myself a rest.

This is a collage I made to show the geraniums my eyes always love to look at each day until the sun goes down.

Spaghetti, Simple Flowers and Solitude

As the crepe myrtle blooms are fragile, I float all the tiny fallen blooms in this dish.  I did not light the candle because I kind
running in circles to do some house and garden chores.

What a title for my blog today!  Spaghetti, simple flowers and solitude---the three s's that summed up to a spectacular day!  

Life is pretty much challenging to me and my siblings.  One of my sisters is awaiting a result of a biopsy.  Are we worried? I am!  I am reminded however, as always Why worry, when I can pray?

I pray. Why not? Why not? Although, I have to admit I find it hard to laugh, to smile and to be happy.  I retired last night not having a good laugh, basically because Everybody Loves Raymond, the show which inevitably   makes me laugh had not been  rerunned in the usual screening time.

I put some of the flowers I picked from my front yard in this snail-shaped container which I also sat on that rattan-woven duck figurine on the coffee table near the sliding door of my house extension.  I have books here so when I sat on the floral arm chair for a break, I have something to browse or skim through.


So I went to bed asking God to make me happy. I remember when my Mum was still around, I was usually singing a song as I made breakfast for her.  Truly, life had dramatically changed for me since that day she went to be with God.  Yes, It has been quite awhile and I should really have been used to being alone. I am! If I am not called to work, then my world stops at my gate.  

I am not working today.  When I woke up and checked the time,

I put also some flowers on the big study table in my now big
library.  I put pictures of my Mum under the  glass on this
table to look at when I get tired of reading, writing or
studying.

I accidentally pressed internet on my phone.  I smiled because I saw a message from my young nephew.  Funny, because once we start messaging each other, I do not know when to stop.  So sometimes, he has to tell me not to reply anymore.

I thank God for the opening smile He gave me for the day.  Actually, I did not just smiled, but really laughed out loud! Even if this nephew is across the miles, I really like him and he always brings me out a smile.

After breakfast, I trimmed the overhanging plants by my front gate because I do not want them to come in contact with my skin.  Also, when my brother came to trim the hedge

These are some of the jars I collected and grouped together.  I put with these, that dish where I
floated the tiny blooms of  crepe myrtle as I brought them inside from my front yard.

I put this vase of flowers in the round table also in my big
library now.  The green stem is actually Agapanthus which
already shed its purple florets.  I did not throw it so it will
complement those red blooms I also picked from shrubs in
my front yard.

between my house and that of my neighbour and I helped my dragging all the cuttings to my backyard, my skin developed an allergic reaction as these came in contact with my skin.  So to do myself  'bien' (as my mother always said then), I trimmed all those that might come in contact with my skin, including all those African and yellow irises that lined the footpath from my gate to my house.

Ah, there are still tons of work to be done in my garden.  But I take my time.  I do not need to stress.  
As I finished my garden chore for the day, I was ready to do a bit of laundry.  I wanted to just throw in the machine the jacket I bought in France (Who-oooh!  when "live",  I got to say the phrase I rehearsed a couple of times till I got the pronunciation right  "Acceptez-vous la carte de credit?).  However, I noticed that it has got a delicate design which the washing machine might damage, so I decided to hand wash it.  On my way to the laundry, my eyes settled on the picture of my Mum below on my big study table.  As always, I said "Hi" to my Mum.  I like this photo of my Mum because she is looking at me and seems to be smiling to me all the time.

I also put some flowers here.  Flowers made my Mum always glad then.  I thought maybe these will do the same
trick to me--- and they did.  I felt like singing the song I learned when I was a  pupil at SDA school back in Manila.
"God made the sun, the moon and stars.  He made the  flowers too. He made the birds that fly so high.  Just for
 you and me."



Well, that should be it for the morning.  And now what?  Awaiting
for me was  plate of spaghetti!  Yay! Cooked by whom?  Myself, who else?  Hahaha!

I don't have any beef mince on the fridge---so here it is my vegetarian spaghetti with parmesan cheese.  Thank God for provision of my daily food.


That was my spectacular solitary day today with vase of simple flowers and a plate of spaghetti---plus a big smile! ...and this blogging! Thank God!

[...and domesticated Lilian is now signing off to bring her  washing..." ]

Dreaming dreams..

Every single night before I go to bed, I look at the picture on facebook which I labeled meiner liebe. As of writing, I know that my dream is the only place I'll able to see him again.  Hm.. I don't think it is a crime to still dream dreams. Even better, as my friends on facebook often say and I  quote, libre ang mangarap ( it is free to dream), so I just keep on dreaming.   Besides, being still fully human, it makes me feel good to have found him. I feel like I am alive!

Even if he is not French-speaking and I am not probably going back to France even if I've seen  in my book called France that I've just seen a tiny southern part of the country, he has been like my inspiration in learning  French.  

It amused me that as the following  expressions came one after another in my French lessons one morning, and I repeat after the tutor each phrase, I said to myself "Ah, this is him."

Il a une belle voix ; Il est beau; Il est drole; Il est gentil;Il est grand;Il est mignon; Il est patient; Il est serieux; Il est sophistique; 

Needless to say the  above phrases came back easily to my mind.  So instead of doing what my father taught me since I was a kid this time of counting sheeps one by one to fall asleep, I am uttering these expressions one after another:  Il a une belle voix (He has a beautiful voice); Il est beau (He is handsome);Il est drole (He is humorous;); Il est gentil (He is kind); Il est grand (He is tall); Il le mignon (He is good-looking); Il les patient (He is patient); Il est serieux (He is serious); and Il est sophistique (He is sophisticated). 

Well, I am not exactly thinking I am doing or saying a magic spell for him to appear in my dream, so needless to say except on two occasions in a span of eight months, he never visited me in my dream.

The funny thing was my philanderer ex-significant other has been visiting in my dreams.  Weird!  and every time, I wake up, I always tell God "I don't like to see him even in my dream!" I wish there was a legislation where I could apply for a "Apprehended Dream Order", so I do not have to see him in my dream.

Last night I dreamed again...instead of seeing him who is  Il a une belle voix ; Il est beau; Il est drole; Il est gentil;Il est grand;Il est mignon; Il est patient; Il est serieux; Il est sophistique; I dreamed instead of a young man who is Il est maigre (He's skinny) and Il est lent (He's slow).  The horrible thing which woke me up was I agreed to have a date with him to eat pork.