Thursday, April 15, 2010

Rhapsody of the King

Voluminous hues
emanate from
spring's occurrence,
quietly writing their words.



Dirt and earth,
they fully grow,
while summer pens
its verse.


They utter nothing,
autumn's red and yellow
incandescence,
but write, they do.


Alabaster fields mute
the sounds of winter's
coldest refrain,
still on they write.


Imperceptible to some,
to others,
the loudest song
never heard,
the melody of God.




Psalsms 96:11-12
11 Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it; 12 let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them. Then all the trees of the forest will sing for joy;


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Thursday, April 1, 2010

What's a Crimper Anyway?

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It was a nice surprise.

Lisa showed up at work last night with Mary.  The boys were with their grandmother and so the girls surprised me at work with a dinner date.

They decided to do a little shopping while I finished up and then meet me at a local restaurant.  As they left, I heard a vague reference to TJ Maxx and finding a "crimper" for Mary. 

Finally we met for dinner and our conversation turned to the "crimper."  Evidently, TJ Maxx had several in stock a week ago, but sold all of them.  I tried to get an accurate definition of a crimper, but despite their best efforts in explaining, still I didn't quite understand.

How many different pieces of electrified tools do women need to prepare their manes?  Curling irons, flat irons, hair-dryers, and now crimpers?  I mean, I like pretty hair and everything else, but isn't this just a little too much?

Anyway, Mary decided to ride home with me so I thought we might stop and try to find this elusive crimper somewhere else.  She's outgrown the Easter basket, so I figured this would make a good present for her instead. 

She flashed a bit of excitement when I presented this option, but I did make one crucial error.  I suggested we go to Wal-Mart.  Why wouldn't we?  They have everything and it's usually cheaper.  Apparently, many women just don't think that way.  She was still her sweet self and all, but I could tell that's not where she wanted to look. 

I insisted.

Wouldn't you know?  Wal-Mart didn't have a crimper either. 

"How about Target?" I inquired.

"Mom and I already stopped there earlier, and they didn't have them."

"So where should we try?"

"Maybe Ross's?" she replied.

I know for some reason girls have this aversion to Wal-Mart and prefer stores like Target instead even if Wal-Mart sells the same stuff and has more to boot.  I learned that from my wife. I guess it just looks nicer on the Target shelves and the atmosphere is better, which is half the fun for women who shop anyway. But, has this already been socialized into my eleven year old daughter or is this a nature thing?  Just asking.

Anyway, she decided we should try Kohl's first since it's in the same area is Ross's, Target and several other stores.  I'm just now learning how these companies conspire against men by putting all these chick stores together to expedite the retail experience.  This must surely violate some anti-trust act, but that's a story for another time.

Well, Kohl's didn't have anything resembling a crimper and I began to wonder if she simply stopped there as an excuse for a retail fix.  But, I had my doubts because neither she nor her mother is really that type anyway.  I'll admit Kohl's made me feel a little uncomfortable.  It seemed a little, uh...feminine, shall we say? 

Next, we went into Ross's (her original destination).  Guess what?  No crimpers.

No problem though. Bed, Bath, and Beyond was right next door. 

Talk about uncomfortable.  It even smelled like a woman in there.  You know, all perfumed up.

I just wanted to hurry up and find the "beyond" section because I was pretty sure we wouldn't find crimpers in the bed or bath areas, and I was little scared at what might be waiting there.  I was beginning to wonder if these things even existed at all.

Finally, I suggested what I should have started with in the first place. 

"Why don't we just go home and look it up online, Mary?"

She smiled and we left.  On the drive home, she even told me she had fun on our fruitless journey. Guess too she's wise enough to recognize the fruit that's harder for us guys to see.

Funny, the differences between men and women.  If that had been the boys, they would have loved to go to Wal-Mart and would have never said they had fun if we came home empty.  Kind of makes me think.

The women in my life are great blessings and I'm thankful everyday for them.  They smell nice too.

And somehow, in their own unique way, they just make life so much better...


Song of Solomon 7:5
Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your hair is like royal tapestry; the king is held captive by its tresses.