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The Aardsma Weekly
May 11, 2008
Writer: Rachel Aardsma
"Anybody Seen That Thing I Made?"
Idea Kindly Provided By Mrs. Patty Adams
"Hey guys," Caleb walked into the living room, looking dejected. "Have any of you seen that thing I made?" It was neccesary to ask him which thing he was referring to, since Caleb has made a lot of things.
"You know, that big paper house I made? I put it in my room but now I can't find it."
"No, we haven't seen it." We replied.
"Well, then I guess I'll just have to make another one."
I'm not sure who we get it from, but this whole family enjoys 'making things'. I know that Dad's mother loves making crafts, and I also believe that Mom's dad enjoys wood-working. So maybe it is in our blood, or something like that.
Caleb always seems to be making a creative something-or-other, and it is hard to know which to mention here! Last summer he put together a miniature house and painted it. The edges didn't quite line up, but it was very cute. Caleb also enjoys printing off paper model airplanes from the Internet. These intricate, difficult models occupy him for an hour or two as he tapes and glues and cuts, and then he walks around the house showing off his handicraft and letting the plane make short flights from one hand to the other. The models generally end up in the trash after a day or two of use, but Caleb doesn't mind. He just prints off another one and makes it.
Caleb's miniature house. Photo by Mom.
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Caleb also enjoys sewing things on Mom's sewing machine, when he can get his hands on it. As his visits with the machine usually end in Mom saying, "What on earth happened to this sewing machine? I can't get it to do anything!", Caleb doesn't spend much time using it.
Timmy likes to make things too. Bird houses and feeders are his favorite projects, although he isn't against helping out with other projects occasionally. One feeder that Timmy installed by the kitchen window routinely attracts all sorts of birds. Cardinals are regular visitors, much to our delight. We have also seen some blue jays and purple finches (Timmy says they are purple finches but they look red to me). We have also had a squirrel or two visit the feeder, but Timmy discourages their foraging trips, since they clear out his feeders quickly.
One of the more unique things Timmy put together a while back was a very special kind of necklace. Timmy pounded one of Matthew's lead sinkers (from a fishing tackle box) into a flat circle the size of a nickel. Using a permanent marker, he wrote 'R' on both sides, made a hole in the top, strung it with red yarn, and proudly presented it to me. Caleb quickly followed suit and made one for Beka. We both enjoyed wearing our unique necklaces for a day or two, and I got a few funny looks from people the day I wore it into town!
I'm not an excessively crafty person, and I am definitely not artistic. Generally, my creativeness is kept in the area of writing, which is something I do nearly all the time. Most of my free time is spent on my computer, writing e-mails, poems, adding a paragraph to a Weekly article, or working on an odd composition or two for my own enjoyment . But every now and again I decide to make something. My 'making something' spells are few and far between, since my 'making something' skills are few. I'm no good at crocheting, but I attempted to make a baby blanket about two months ago. I got so depressed at the sight of the gnarled, knotted beginning of a blanket that I gave up. It didn't help that Beka was working on her second beautiful baby blanket at the same time I was struggling with mine.
Beka crocheting her blanket. Photo by me.
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Besides crocheting, I've attempted---and failed---a few other crafts in the past. Knitting, embroidery, and cross-stitch never worked for me. I have come to the conclusion that I am just no good at that type of stuff, even though I heroically tried each of them. I have found that my success lies in spontaneous, ad-libbed crafts. I like making stuff without patterns, directions, instructions, or guide-lines. I suppose that is why I got drafted as birthday card- and cake-maker.
One of the projects along that line that I successfully completed recently was a Mothers' Day card for Mom. On the Friday before Mothers' Day, I realized that I needed to put a card together, since none of us had bought one or made one yet. Mom and Dad were at a doctor appointment, so I had the perfect opportunity. I gathered some colored paper and my other craft supplies, and tried to think of a nice card to make. After rejecting several ideas, I struck on one I was sure would work. And it did, and only took me three hours to put together.
I was very pleased with how the giant card turned out. On the front, I glued a sun with yellow and orange rays, and a cloud. I also glued on a strip of green paper cut to look like grass. Into this I tucked the stems for five multi-colored pansies. The pansies were the biggest task, since each of the three petals for each flower was a different color. Using a pattern I drew, I cut out the petals, glued them together, and then glued the assembled flower to the paper. I added leaves, since the flowers looked a little bare, and was pleased with the result. Inside the card, I put a pansy in each of the four corners. The card reads on the front: 'The five flowers in your garden wish you a...', and inside we find 'Happy Mothers' Day!!!' I loved the way the card looked, even though it took me forever! Matthew, Beka, Timmy, Caleb, and I signed inside, and I tucked the giant card away in my hope-chest until Mothers' Day.
Beka building her model ship. Photo by me.
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Beka claims she doesn't have an artistic or crafty bone in her body, but I think she does. She is very good at crocheting, knitting, embroidery, cross-stitch, and everything else I am a complete flop at. She recently completed two absolutely gorgeous baby blankets, hand crocheted in pink and blue. I'm currently attempting to talk her into making me a baby blanket for my hope-chest, but she keeps telling me to learn how to make my own. I'm trying to convince her that that will never happen, but it isn't working, yet.
Beka's other recent craft was a model ship. Caleb picked up a model kit at the thrift-store, and Beka began to put it together. It was a 'Captain Kidd' pirate ship. It was a very small model, and I was amazed to learn that an inch was equal to eleven feet! Beka painted and assembled each tiny piece of the model, and Timmy, Caleb, and I watched every step. I think I enjoyed watching her assemble the sails most of all. Beka liked having me watch her while she made her model. I always read aloud to her from The Highlander's Last Song by George MacDonald during the model-making sessions, and she liked having some entertainment! By working on the model nearly non-stop, Beka completed it in about a week, and it now is displayed on her dresser. The theme of her room has sort of evolved around the ship, and she now has all sorts of shippy things in her room, giving it a nautical air.
Matthew working on a window box. Photo by me.
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Matthew doesn't have tons of time on his hands to be creative in, but he is both artistic and creative when he gets around to it. He likes to draw, and enjoys combining original shapes and color blends to make his own versions of modern art, a very unique specimen of which hangs on his wall! Matthew is also quite a proficient carpenter. He turns out cages, coops, shelves, and even beds with ease. His most recent carpentry job was making a window box for our kitchen window. It was Mom's Mothers' Day present, made out of beautiful cedar. It took him a morning to make, and we all loved it when it was done. We haven't installed the window box yet, but I can't wait to see it filled with flowers! It should really brighten up our kitchen.
Like I said, we're a pretty crafty family. From original songs to a customized treasure box, someone is always busy making something. The only question is: what will we come up with next??
The Weekly Bible Verse
Isaiah 9:2: The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.
The Weekly Poem
I wrote the following as I lay in bed thinking about just how sweet and quiet my world gets after everyone is asleep. I decided to write a poem about it, but I couldn't get started. So I made a list of everything that says 'night-time' to me. That was all the help I needed, and this poem was born.
Night
In the stillness of the night-time,
In the glow of small, hushed lights,
I rest in peace and gently ponder
All the beauty of these nights.
In the night the sounds of silence
Fill the house and gently cast
On each room their spells of shadow
Ling'ring 'til sweet night be past.
On my window dark is knocking,
Begging to come in and see
Her sweet sister in the darkness
That now gently surrounds me.
(© Copyright Rachel Aardsma, January 2008.)
Bits and Pieces
Wow! What a week!!! I'm still attempting to catch my breath after a whirlwind of a week.
Buddy close up. Photo by me.
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Many of you were praying for Dad this week as he underwent five days of treatment for his CIDP which returned about a month ago. He has been taking a medicine (called Predisone) for his CIDP for several weeks now. But due to the many unpleasant side effects of Predisone, Mom and Dad started looking for an alternate treatment. As a result, Dad spent five mornings this week in the hospital getting blood infusions. Don't even ask me to explain how this works. Want to know more about it? Go online and look up 'IVIG'. That is what the treatment is called. Anyway....Dad is doing very well now. The treatments have worked wonderfully. Thank you all for your continued prayers for Dad's health.
Since Mom and Dad were gone all morning (and completely unavailable in the few hours they were home in the afternoon) Beka and I had to take over the running of the house. I served customers when they came, and Beka played mother for five days. She didn't enjoy it very much, and by the fourth afternoon was about to go crazy. But she survived. We all did. Mom and Dad have managed to catch up on everything, and so we are all re-learning how to have parents in the home again.
My kitty. Photo by me.
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I finished the 'rough draft' of my website on Monday. Mom, Dad, and I are continuing to fine-tune everything, but it is now up and running. If you would like to see the fruits of our labors, click here. Have fun looking around. If you are interested in any of the products we have available in our online store, feel free to place an order. I happen to know first hand about the snappy shipping we provide over here. I'm part of the shipping department! =)
A Word About The Weather
This has been an unusually moist and cool spring, but I am really enjoying it! Knowing that the heats of summer are just around the corner helps me to remember to enjoy the 50ish temperatures we have now.
"Dad, The Cows Are Out!"
Part Three.
“I think when I grow up,” Jodi began, lazily stretching out on her bed after supper one evening. “I’m going to be an actress or something like that.”
“Really.” Victoria made a feeble attempt to sound interested before returning to her much more interesting book.
“Yes.” Jodi continued, ignoring the fact that Vic wasn’t listening. “I think that’d be a lot more interesting than what we do now.” Victoria did not respond.
“All we do now is work. We work in the garden all summer and in the house all winter. How boring!”
“I think you’d find that the rest of the kids our age are a whole lot more bored than we are.” Jacob said, opening the door of the girls’ bedroom and following three of the dogs in.
“I know.” Jodi heaved a sigh. “But I think I’d like to try do nothing for just a little while, anyhow.”
“Are you kidding?” Victoria looked up, forgetting her novel for a moment. “Whenever we have more than an hour of time off you always end up on my bed complaining that you have absolutely nothing to do.”
“I know.” Jodi replied. “That’s because we don’t have anything to do on our free time until we get our new swimming pool. When are we getting that, anyway?”
“Beautiful subject change.” Jacob commented, sprawling on the floor and tousling the dogs.
“Thank you. It’s a necessary skill. When are we getting the pool, Vic?”
Victoria shrugged.
“Sometime this month, I guess.”
“But it’s already May!” Jodi protested. “I have a feeling it’s going to be August by the time the pool is actually set up and functioning.”
“I know.” Peter appeared in the doorway, struggling to hold onto Jem and one of the cats at the same time. With a sigh of relief, he quickly dumped his load onto Vicky’s bed and collapsed onto the floor beside Jacob. “I want to go swimming too. Jacob, lets go for a ride tonight and get some ice cream and the pool.”
“We can’t do that.” Jacob answered. “I’ve got to finish building my new rabbit cages tonight.”
“Boring.” Peter complained. “How come you never do anything interesting?”
“I do. Just not the kind of stuff you find interesting.”
“Hi guys.” Robert came into the room, shepherding Jewel and the rest of the dogs in with him.
“It’s getting crowded in here.” Jodi commented, getting up to open a few windows, as the small room began to get warm. Two cats came streaking in as she spoke, with the resident prize-fighter tom cat ‘Dingy’ right behind them.
“Another cat fight.” Victoria complained, throwing a pillow at the screeching cats who had retreated under her bed. “We really shouldn’t keep so many in the house.”
“I like cats.” Jodi defended. “Besides, if we have five dogs in the house why can’t we have four cats?”
“I think everybody is in here now.” Jacob said, looking around at the dogs busy sleeping, chasing each other, and fighting, the cats chasing each other around the room, and his four siblings spread out in the sixteen by sixteen bedroom.
“I can’t breathe!” Victoria said. “This room was not built for five kids, five dogs, and four cats. Let's all go outside or something.”
Accordingly the company moved out onto the front porch. The cats departed for the barn and several of the dogs ran under the porch and began the never-ending game of attempting to dig up the elusive rabbit who lived peacefully under it.
“What a lazy evening.” Jodi said happily. “I haven’t had to do anything all night since the dishes.”
“This really is nice.” Victoria agreed. “After planting corn all day, I’m pretty much ready for anything not involving long periods of standing and physical exertion.”
“I know just the game for you!” Peter broke in excitedly. “Let’s play football!”
“No, no!” Victoria exclaimed, as everybody else agreed to a game.
“Oh, come play, Vic. The worse thing you can do is break your neck.” Jodi comforted her, as the group moved to the lawn. A football was produced, and soon it was a free-for-all in the front yard.
“Move, move!” Jodi yelled as her poorly-thrown ball went spiraling towards the boys.
“My ball!” Peter screamed, diving for it and hitting the ground with a thud. Rob, thinking Peter had it, scrambled on top of him while Jacob grabbed the ball and headed for the other end of the yard. Victoria made an attempt to tackle him, but didn’t succeed in doing much more than tripping him. Both girls were on him in a minute and Jacob had to give up the ball because he couldn’t stop laughing long enough to struggle free.
Despite Victoria’s initial protests, it was not she that nearly broke her neck, but Jodi. A fierce pile-up of all five with Jodi on the bottom kept her in pain for a few days.
“Oh well.” Jodi told her sister as they sat in their bedroom several days later. “I told you I wanted to be an actress, and I’ve had a great opportunity to practice these last three days, walking around acting like my neck wasn’t snapped into three pieces.”
A Joke From Jennifer
Last week I got an e-mail from my oldest sister Jennifer. She enclosed the following joke:
"The kids were discussing 'halves' as I was cutting up sandwiches for lunch. I took the opportunity for a little math lesson since the topic had come up.
I said, "What's half of a whole?"
Joshua said, "A half."
"Good," I replied, "And what's half of a half?"
Joshua said, "A quarter."
Then I said, "Do you know what half of a quarter is?"
Joshua thought for a moment and then said, "A slice of pizza!"
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