Mary Beth Writes

(The photo is of headlights making a dotted line on the cemetery fence.) 

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Oh that morning! Len drove us like crazy across Chicago to the hospital where we would birth our first child.  It was a very clear, very cold December morning, kind of like what’s outside my window right now. 

That same evening I was wheelchaired back out of that hospital. When the lobby doors slid open, the world had become night and the driveway vapor lights lit a blizzard of whirling snow.

It was a completely different world. Yes it was.

Light doesn’t change us, but we often get busy and a few hours, or days, or years later we look up – and realize the light has changed how we see what used to be so ordinary.

Jennifer B, Florida sunrise.

“Dinosaurs became extinct because they didn’t have a space program.” Larry Niven (A Sci-Fi writer)

Afternoon over her neighbor’s barn, Kathryn R.

“I am always humbled by the infinite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.” E. B. White

I went for a walk yesterday; I often walk through Prairie Hill Cemetery because it’s quiet and lovely. The light yesterday was dim which made old white limestone tombstones glow.

Photo by Cindy H who is a friend of Mary D. Sunrise over an Up-North lake.

“The beauty isn’t in the jewel itself, but in the way the light shines through it.”
― William Kent Krueger, This Tender Land

“But in these woods it's best to believe in all possibilities. There's more in these woods than a man can ever hope to understand.”
― William Kent Krueger, Iron Lake

Photo of Jennifer B’s granddaughter.

“Straight is my path. Straight is my mind. Straight is my heart. Straight is my speech. Kind will I be to my brothers and sisters. Kind will I be to beast and bird.”

― William Kent Krueger, Boundary Waters

Jennifer B.  “Music gives color to air.” Karl Lagerfeld.

 

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I love these pictures and your quotes below them.

Any and all of these pictures could be award winners!

As an old labor and delivery, postpartum, and newborn nursery nurse, I'm wondering- were you an early-discharge Mom and baby way back when? A false labor lady? Or am I reading this wrong? How many years ago?
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I'm laughing. I had all this in here the first time through, but then edited it out because "who cares about your birthing story, MB?" And here you are! This was in the 80's. We were patients of the Birthing Center at Illinois Masonic Hospital, one of the first birthing centers in the nation (started mid-70's). I knew, from the church I attended then, the first couple to have their baby at the BC, and I knew from that first time I heard about modern centers with modern midwives, that that's what I would want someday. This predated Len by years. A girl just knows... The day before our first child appeared, I went Christmas shopping, so I took the el downtown and was on my feet for, altogether, six or seven hours. The next morning I woke up very much in the middle of having a lot of contractions. Midwives didn't think a first time mom was going to go so fast, but by the time I got there, I was only a few hours from the baby in my arms. They discharged us six hours later. The next day a nurse visited me at home and the day after that I had to go back for another checkup. Did this same routine with all three. Thanks for asking!

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Quarantine Diary #308 1/15/2021

My life is pretty fine, and I bet yours is, too. Warm place to live. Food to eat. Friends to share and laugh with - even if we have to do it via Zoom.

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Quarantine Diary #307 Brain Names

Remember when there was no autism? Sure, there were kids in our schools who were weirdly able to remember stuff, or were hard to control, or whose emotions triggered at the oddest time. We generally ignored those kids. Those of us who were kind did, anyways. Others bullied. 

Remember the mopey kids in high school who knew too much about depressing art and angsty music and sometimes killed themselves?

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I am going to write some Quarantine Diary entries again. There’s a lot going on and sometimes it helps to hear a small voice as well as the big voices of journalists, pundits, networks, the other public media we follow.

I have had a small headache off and on for days. I worried that I might have contracted Covid, except dang it, I haven’t gone anywhere! And then, thinking about it, I realized I am hunched over my phone much more than usual. These mild on-again, off-again headaches are from eyestrain and weird posture.

Rime and Treason

These photos were taken by Len on Monday in that other time and world that existed before the Trump gorgons mobbed the Capitol. (Gorgons existed in Greek literature. Gorgons are the poisonous siblings with hair of living snakes. Those who beheld them face-to-face turned to stone. Or were killed by being beaten by a fire extinguisher.)

I have been trying to write about that but it is too hard. There is so much that is clear and is informative. You are reading it as much as I am. Blessed be the journalists, right? 

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But...

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So far.

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Advent Light Post 12/24/2020

Judy Saunders. Photo of a Rose.

Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung,
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As folks of old have sung.
It came a flower bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night.

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Len and I were delivering presents to Chicago yesterday. Social distancing, with masks, but we did it and we saw our kids’ faces and there’s your Christmas, Ma’am.

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