No, not the electronics company. I’m talking about my mom’s good friend and mine, whom my mom has given the moniker LG.
LG, or Lynnette as she’s more commonly known, started blogging this summer and I have had to resist the temptation to share each and every post of hers in Google Reader. So it’s high time I just pointed you to her blog directly: http://deepeningroots.wordpress.com.
Lynnette is a gifted woman in many ways, and I love the gift she has for words and stories. I was first blessed by this gift growing up in Pioneer Girls at church and then as a camper each summer. Now she is again sharing her gift, and some of the lessons God is teaching her along her journey, on her new(ish) blog.
Some of my favorites of hers so far:
Deep Roots Are Not Reached By The Frost
The Bicycle Was Blue
I Wonder
The Old-Fashioned Clock
Confessions of a Piano Teacher
Extreme Expectations
Friendships
Riding the Rails
Lazy Fall Afternoons
Family Ties
I hope you all enjoy her blog as much as I do.
Today I am…
feeling: the chill nip in the air, warm socks on my feet
seeing: more of the basement floor, changes to the living room, an old college teammate and friend
smelling: fall-scented candles: apple cider, pumpkin pie, and harvest
hearing: the buzz of the box fan drying a wet spot in the carpet
tasting: pumpkin bread (with pecans and chocolate chips!) and pumpkin pie
How about you?
…the Dyson DC-17 Animal, that is.
That’s right, we finally gave in to the hype and bought ourselves a Dyson to deal with the layer of fur that seemed to be constantly coating our carpet, not to mention the rate at which we were going through vacuum bags.
Jeff found a great deal online for a refurbished model and, with credit card rewards, we only paid $130.98. The DC-17 is an older model, but new it retailed for $549.99 and currently sells for $499 new on Amazon. I would never pay that much for a vacuum (!!!), but now I understand why everyone raves about them.
How the DC-17 showed up on our porch - cracks me up
We did the typical new-Dyson-verses-old-vaccum test: we vacuumed the dining room with our old Hoover and then took a pass with the Dyson to see what the old one missed. The result:
The dining room isn’t even our dirtiest or furriest room.
I emptied that canister five times when I did the whole house with it the first time (and our house isn’t very big). That was after about 8-9 days since the last time I vaccumed. I have to vacuum at least weekly or the fur layer gets embarrassing.
Vacuuming has always been one of my favorite household chores (sure beats the dishes any day!), and now it’s even more fun with my new toy!
This past Saturday, Jeff and I went down to Findlay Market, one of my favorite places in Cincinnati. I used to go almost weekly for fresh meat, cheese, and produce, but busy summer weekends have kept me away and I’ve fallen out of the habit.
Findlay Market, located just north of downtown in the Over-the-Rhine neighborhood, is one of Cincinnati’s finest and oldest institutions. Founded in 1852, it is the oldest continuously running public market in the state. It’s also home to a thriving weekend farmer’s market from April-November. I love the diversity of people, food, craft, and culture that all come together in this one place.
If you come visit us on a beautiful weekend, chances are high that we’ll take you down to Findlay.
Farmer’s market shed:
Best. Waffles. Ever. The crepes are pretty good too:
First day for seasonal pumpkin waffles – absolutely amazing:
Jeff’s delicious gyro from Areti’s Gyros – there’s a good reason the line is always long:
Heavenly gelato and sorbetto:
Mmmm… pumpkin and dutch chocolate gelato:
Floor tile mosaic in the middle of the market house:
Cheese, glorious cheese!
Gibb’s is my favorite place for cheese in the city:
Can’t forget about local farm-fresh eggs and butter:
When going through some papers the other day, I came across some sermon notes from Pastor Wayne’s series on idolatry that he preached at the beginning of the year. In order to not lose them again, I thought I’d record a few of those thoughts here.
Idolatry is about the affections of your heart.
Idolatry is perceived first and foremost as an improper conception of God in the mind of the worshipper.
“The essence of idolatry is the entertainment of thoughts about God that are unworthy of Him.” —A.W. Tozer
My perceptions of God that don’t square with the truth must be destroyed so I can love Him for who He really is.
The Relationship of Idolatry, Image, and Immorality
Man was designed to bear the glory of God’s image.
God designed physical aspects of man (eyes, arms, etc.) to reflect aspects of the character and nature of God — though the reflection is corrupted by sin.
Historical mistreatment of women is rooted in idolatry. Men did not see women as an image of God.
The reason human life has value and significance is that we are made in the image of God.
Several times in this series Wayne mentioned and highly recommended Counterfeit Gods by Timothy Keller. I have yet to pick it up, but it’s on the list.
Today I am…
hearing: the thwap, thwap, thwap of a neighbor’s cornhole game; the whirr of a saw and bang of a hammer from another neighbor’s project; the gentle, tinkling notes of my wind chime in the soft breeze
seeing: shadows on the ground, against fences, on rooftops
feeling: soft and coarse puppy fur through my fingers; a slight twinge of pain with each left step
smelling: the faint scent of my own lotion
tasting: my afternoon snack of a TJ’s cheddar cheese stick and apple juice
What about you?
