Thursday, June 28, 2012
We stopped for lunch and some vintage shopping, where I got the "lawyer's case" for my office. The restaurant is in the old Richardson's Drug Store. I had lobster bisque and a salad, but Suzanne got kinda cra cra and ordered FRIED GREEN BEANS.
I was intrigued, especially when she pointed out that onion rings aren't so very different. These were truly delicious, with a spicy batter on them and more of a snap than onion rings. How do I know? She shared.
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I’m embarking on a new stage in life. God’s given me a miracle and shown His incredible sense of humor at the same time. The Virginia State Police Academy at 51? You betcha! He’s not kidding when He says, “I will give you back the years that the locusts have eaten” (Joel 2:25). More on that later; the big day is July 9. He is faithful to that promise.
So, I need a better home office and filing system as a result. I will have case records and files which I need to store and carry to court. I lost my work desk when I set up my breakfast nook and sitting on the couch with the laptop won’t cut it. My friend, Joe, had some vintage suitcases which he dropped off to me…white with a red silk lining. They got my creative juice flowing.
I went to visit my sister in Atlanta before entering the Academy. We were visiting an amazing store called Rustique. I found two more vintage suitcases, one with the coveted labels on the leather indicating the places or hotels visited.
My Papa built the desk for me when I was in junior high. I picked up the last suitcase needed, one designed for attorneys, with my friend Suzanne yesterday in a vintage shop. She spied it first, but in characteristic generosity, handed it over to me.
I set up my office and then realized that there was an enormous metaphor for life among the “baggage.”
I’ve been working through some exceptionally painful issues from my formative past. It has been hard, frustrating work in which I mopped up some of the dirt and crud from way back when, blew the cobwebs away, and started out with everything clean and fresh.
The chair belonged to my grandfather Galvin who died when I was 18. That chair has been vacant for a long time. Father, as we called him, was a Yale law school graduate. As I embark on my career with the law, I am occupying that seat 33 years later. One chair wheel was broken, so Bruce replaced them all.
There was a kind of icky worn leather seat which I thought I’d use a cleaner on and perhaps put something else on top. I thought the cushion was part of the chair. I turned the chair upside down, cleaning away the dust and cobwebs from the bottom. Then I used Murphy’s Oil Soap to clean the wood on the bottom and that clean smell permeated the foyer.
I turned the chair right side up and the nasty old cushion flew off. Underneath was caning in perfect condition. I see it as my Grandmother Helen’s last gift to me. Caning is a lost art these days, but she loved it on a chair. She had a “man” who did her caning for her out of his garage. She must have put the leather seat down to protect the caning. I think it is beautiful.
Now I have an office that I love. My Papa built my desk. My husband helped stabilize and repair the chair, just as he does for me emotionally. It symbolizes a family history of devotion to the cause of justice. My beloved sister and friends helped me create that suitcase stack.
With God’s help, behold, all things are new again...even the old stuff that I love.
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Friday, June 22, 2012
My friend Suzanne is on the stairway with the accordion. She truly is an amazing woman. She plays so many instruments that I've lost count.
She's the Queen of Frequent Flyer miles. Suzanne is the only person I know who actually likes to fly these days. Earlier this year, she flew to Hong Kong. Now if memory serves me correctly, she wasn't there even 24 hours. She never stayed in a hotel. Instead, Suzanne took in the sights, rode the famous cable car, had a great Chinese dinner and flew home. You know what she does with the miles she accumulates? Well, she sent her parents to Hawaii and she will donate frequent flyer miles to "starving artist" musicians who don't have enough money to fly to a promising audition.
Playing at Busch Gardens is something she does once a week just for fun. She is also a gifted church organist and choir mistress. She plays as a piano accompanist at a local university. Suzanne composes music. She also plays the flute and the bassoon on a professional level. Suzanne also sings beautifully. But Busch Gardens is just for fun, where she blesses friends with comped or discounted tickets.
Something in my DNA really resonates when I watch Irish step dancing and hear Irish music. I'm 100% Irish and proud of my heritage.
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Tuesday, June 19, 2012
However, my friend Suzanne is a musician at Busch Gardens. When she offered me free tickets to see her perform in an Irish show at the park, how could I refuse? I was gratified to note that Starbucks Corporation and Busch Gardens finally recognized what the true name of the famous coffee establishment should be.
I didn't go on any rides. Not a single one. Totally disinterested, I really enjoyed my little train ride through the park and all the animals, though.
Here he is chilling at the end of the day
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Sunday, June 17, 2012
The Bible tells us to make it our ambition to lead a quiet life and mind our own business. I try to, I really try. But Genesis is out unsupervised on a busy street for more time than I am comfortable with. Her mother is overwhelmed, I am sure, by two younger children. However, leaving a five year old out unsupervised for 45 minutes to an hour scares me to death. I am praying to figure out what Jesus wants me to do in addition to loving this child for Him.
So Genesis and I had a talk as we watched the butterflies flit around the cottage garden. That's all I could think to do yesterday.
Update: I talked to my neighbors on the other side, wonderful Christians with kids the same age. We decided that God must have put this young family in our midst for a reason. We agreed to be praying and help out whenever we could.. They invited the new family to a spaghetti dinner and dessert auction at church two blocks away and the new family was glad to go.
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Saturday, June 16, 2012
Edenton is a little jewel of a town, with a monument to Dr. Hughes, signer of the Declaration of Independence and friend of John Paul Jones as well as another monument to James Iredell, one of the first Supreme Court Justices. A town which raised two founding fathers of the United States is a wonderful place indeed.
However, I was just as pleased to make the acquaintance of Kahleel and his friends who were fishing from the Edenton Pier. I walked down the pier, thinking to just nod and say "good morning" when Kahleel looked at me with a proud smile. Kahleel is on the left in the pic, his buddies were much more shy and didn't give me their names.
"We caught some fish..." There was a question at the end of his sentence, where his voice raised a little uncertainly. Would I care that they caught some fish? I did care.
"Can I see?"
We squatted down for some serious inspection as he pulled the red top off the cooler to show an impressive catch.
"What kind of fish are they?"
"Regular perch and raccoon perch...see the stripes, that's why they called raccoon."
"Do you guys eat them?"
"They's good eatin', we gut 'em, and fry 'em up in cornmeal,."
"What do you use for bait?"
"Whatever dey is. We just ran out, called Grandma, and she brought some worms.
She must really love him.
Justice James Iredell said this:
For my part, I am free and ready enough to declare that I think the Christian religion is a Divine institution; and I pray to God that I may never forget the precepts of His religion or suffer the appearance of an inconsistency in my principles and practice.
James Iredell, Essay on religion, 1768
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012
But every time I pass this company in Port Norfolk on my way to ride my bike along the Elizabeth River, all I can think of is little, teeny tiny guys with pointed shoes and green peaked caps hammering shoes for miniature horses. Sort of like the Keebler elves...
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Sunday, June 10, 2012
So that's what I did on Thursday in DC. I explored the neighborhood around Capitol Hill.
DC has many magnificent row houses in this area, much like the row houses in my beloved New York City, but more colorful.
Here's that church spire from a distance:
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Friday, June 8, 2012
His book, Chasing the Devil, recounts the harrowing 20 years he spent chasing this monster who has been documented as killing 48 women and claims to have killed 71. I never thought that I would be sitting next to the person who apprehended a sociopath whom I'd studied at length in a profiling class in graduate school.
I will be writing up this article for Law Enforcement Today, where I am managing editor. I'll link to the article here in the blog once published.
Dave Reichart is a Christian and a truly wonderful legislator with a conscience and deep concern about the current state of government in this country. It comforts me to know that a righteous person is there in Washington, DC.
I was his guest at the posh Capitol Hill Club, which I have heard about over the years, never dreaming that I'd be sitting in there in the bar next to people I usually see only on television. I was cool, don't worry. I only jumped up and down and said "Oh my GOSH that is Congressman Peter King" and "I'm interviewing a Congressman for Pete's sake" on the inside. Mostly I was thinking, "Don't stare. Don't knock over your Diet Pepsi. Don't be a goober."
I was mesmerized being so near the seat of power of the legislative branch of our government. The hum and buzz of talk in the club, with occasional bursts of laughter or raised voices has a direct influence on all of us. I wanted to stand up and holler, "Stop the gridlock. Cooperate. Follow the golden rule. We're depending on you," but of course, I couldn't.
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Thursday, June 7, 2012
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Wednesday, June 6, 2012
I'm hungry. Time to make the oatmeal and top it with some fresh blueberries. Mega yum!
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Tuesday, June 5, 2012
During some tough times for me, I have relied on my sister's help. Her calm nature and her basic, unshakable conviction that God will take care of everything have sustained me in moments of panic and fear. Kerry has helped with practical things and been there for emotional things. She was born on Friday the 13th, but she dispels that whole superstition because she has been one of the greatest blessings in my life.
We were able sneak out recently when I was in Atlanta to have lunch at Henri's Bakery.
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