Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Rest of the Story - Being Strong

Life has once again gotten away with me. The Farmer was back in the ER about a week ago, or was it two? Anyway, they thought he might have a blood clot and his doctor sent him right over to have it checked out. Luckily, it was not the case but certainly something that had to be ruled out, especially having just been bedridden in the hospital.

It seems that I've left you all hanging, waiting for the rest of the story as to what my co-worker meant when she said Americans are strong. First of all, as Americans I think we need to cut ourselves some slack and not buy in to the negative press that floats around. I'm more apt to believe a real life person looking from the outside (another culture) in.

When I quizzed my co-worker she was very excited to share her ideas. Actually, blog reader and commenter Harriet came the closest with her appraisal:

"A very thought provoking question. I think it's a combination of attributes. The willingness to give a hand, tackle what needs to be done and get it done, go down for the count, get up, dust off your hands and keep on keeping on."

That is alot of what my co-worker expressed but the number one thing was self-reliance. She is amazed that Americans know how to do alot. According to her we are the epitome of multi-tasking and like Harriet mentioned we are willing and able to tackle just about anything.

This young woman was raised in a culture that employs lots and lots and LOTS of domestic help. Her family was upper middle class but she explained that middle, upper-middle and upper classes all have housekeepers, cooks, gardeners and other help. This is common in many parts of the world especially areas with large populations as everyone needs to job. As a child and a teenager she never had to do any chores but the downsize was that she never learned to do anything for herself. Learning to do these tasks for herself (after moving to the U.S.) gave her confidence and a sense of personal accomplishment.

She also cited something that Americans don't generally acknowledge - we are a nation of volunteers! A good portion of what needs to be done in this country is accomplished by those who ask for nothing, who roll up their shirtsleeves and get it done for the love of helping others.

The pioneer spirit lives on in those who are willing to take chances, get thrown down, pick themselves up and move on. The Farmer and I have been in dire situations several times in our lives. At one point we were both unemployed with no clue where our next mortgage payment was coming from. We were raised in blue collar households where the message was, "There is help. It's at the end of your arm."

The Farmer, with three college degrees, found a job delivering newspapers in the middle of the night. Was it beneath him? Heck no!! He did this while he conducted a job search.

We are also products of our parents. My father served in World War II and just as he and my mother were saving some money for their first house, he was called in to serve in Korea. I never, ever heard him complain that their lives and plans were interrupted. It was his duty, its was the law and he served. When he was discharged they got on with their lives.

The story of Flight 93 on September 11 points out the take-charge attitude that my co-worker notices. Knowing the grim facts of their situation thanks to the honesty of their loved ones, these people made the decision to DO SOMETHING, to not be a party to the terrorists plans. Staying in their seats would basically have made them accomplices and these everyday Americans would have none of that, even if it meant their lives.

And there you have it - self-reliance, take-charge, tackle the project, work hard, volunteering.... strength, American-style, according to someone looking in.


Thursday, October 20, 2011

What's for Dinner?

It's clear that on days that I work it's necessary to put something in the crock pot for the family dinner.

Even though the Other Mother has plenty of energy to work 8 or 9 hours out in the yard, she just can't manage cooking anymore. And, at 90 years old you shouldn't be cooking!

This morning I ran to the store for the fixings for chili. It's very cold and damp here in northern Illinois. The other day was beautiful and the farmer's were scrambling their combines out into the fields to get as much harvesting done as they could. The weathermen were calling for rain and cold. Driving down the road late Tuesday night we spotted the lights of the heavy equipment, harvesting corn well into the wee hours.


Harvesting the crop.

I walked the aisles of the food store, picking up the necessary chili supplies. At the checkout I ran firefighters from the local firehouse.


One of our local firefighting crews.

"So, what's for dinner gentlemen?" I asked.

"I'm making a roast with potatoes and vegetables," he answered.

"What time is dinner?"

"Six o'clock, if we don't have an alarm."

"Oh, too bad, I'll be at work."

I wonder, do they run out of the firehouse and turn the oven off? There must be a few ruined dinners.

As we were walking through the parking lot I gave them the easy recipe for shredded beef sandwiches - awesome!

SHREDDED BEEF

1 pot roast
1 pkg. Lipton's onion soup mix
1 cup water

Cut pot roast into chunks and place in the crock pot with onion mix and water. Cover and cook on high for 10 hours or more. Shred the beef and serve on crusty rolls.

Oh so good, a perfect fall dinner. Serve with a nice salad. Try it and let me know what you think.

So, what's for dinner at your house this evening?

Friday, October 7, 2011

Growing Moss

No, not literally growing moss but I certainly feel like this blog has moss growing around the edges.

The little part-time job has expanded to be not-so-part-time due to the fact that a co-worker had to take an emergency leave. I hope she's back soon because I need some time to spend in my sewing room. The Farmer's recent health emergency has also taken it's toll on both of us. The thing about being older is that it takes longer to bounce back!

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Truck sitting so long it has plants growing in the truck bed.


There's a young woman at work who is an immigrant, only in this country 4 years. She's happy that we're very curious about the cultural differences and are asking questions about the hardest part of her adjustment. We shower with questions dailly and I'm glad that she realizes we're not nosy but truly want to understand her culture and what makes her tick.

Recently I asked her, "What is the number one thing that stands out for you about Americans?"

I wonder about this because you never know how you come across to people, either as a person or as a culture in general. Americans sometimes get the rap of being spoiled, materialistic, lazy and lots of other negatives. I know her well enough to know that she would respond honestly to the question. If we're spoiled, she'd say it!

She did not hesitate with responding, "Americans are strong!"

Really? That's not what I was expecting. Unfortunately, customers came in and we were busy so I couldn't ask her to elaborate. She left early and I've been left to ponder her answer for a few days.

What would strong look like in her context? I was reminded of the experiences of a friend of mine who has been traveling and working overseas for a couple of years. She is stymied by the other culture's inability to take action. They sit around and discuss everything until they cover every possible angle and contingency. It takes FOREVER to do anything. My friend said the number one thing she misses in these siutations is the American MacGuyverism, the willingness to dive and and get started. She tries to impress on these people that you need to spend time thinking and discussing, formulating a plan and then DIVE IN. The original plan can be adjusted as you go along but you must get started!

I think what my co-worker is referring to is American self-reliancy, kind of the pioneer spirit. She comes from a culture that is heavily family-based and rarely do they make a move without checking everything with their family. I'm not talking about immediate family, spouse and children, I'm saying they do not make a move without parental approval, even if they're 40 years old.

What do you think might make Americans seem strong through the eyes of another culture?

It's something interesting to think about.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Monday Morning Staff Meeting

Good morning everyone. I know it's been awhile since I've updated this blog and even longer since we've had a Monday morning staff meeting. I'll just say one thing, it's always something!

First of all, I'm sorry that I've got nothing for you this morning in the way of freshly baked goodies. The part-time 12 to 20 hour job has morphed into 35 hours and these old bones are feeling it. One of my co-workers is on personal leave for a month and hopefully everything will get back to normal soon.

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One evening I was watching a TV show about U.S. Marines doing some type of training. As part of this training they embarked on a mission that meant they would not be sleeping for three days. I remember talking to the TV, saying "that's totally impossible, nobody can go without sleep for three days!"

I'm eating my words because recent events have shown me that it is entirely possible. It's not something you'd want to do on a regular basis but if circumstances call for it, you could rise to the occasion.

What happened? This week the Farmer suffered complications from a medical procedure he'd had about 3 weeks ago. We were up at 5 a.m on Tuesday (I had inventory at work) and for some odd reason at 10 p.m. we weren't tired. At midnight all hell broke loose when he started bleeding. He asked the craziest question, "What are we going to do about this?"

Huh? Really? We're going to the emergency room dear.

He was poked and prodded and things were determined. But the solution required that he wait till morning when the specialist arrived. Time passed, 5 a.m. came again, 24 hours and no sleep. The nurse brings the gallon of icky solution for him to drink. And we wait..... wait..... wait..... till it does it's magic. And we wait..... wait.... 5 p.m. arrives, 36 hours awake with only a 30 minute nap. He undergoes the repair procedure and is stablized at 9 p.m.

My drive home at 10 p.m. was quite interesting. The windows were wide open, fresh air streaming in to keep me alert. The Farmer and I hit 41 hours without sleep and let me tell you it takes awhile for your body to make that up.

The Farmer is fine. He was released on Friday evening and all is well. You've heard the adage, "old age is not for sissies", tis true.

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With all the health drama lately, I'm dreaming about taking the Farmer, the Chihuahua's and running away from home.

I recently met one of the Sisters on the Fly and she regaled me with tales of driving off to Wyoming in her vintage travel trailer.

I found this one on the Tin Can Classifieds:

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It's an old Cadillac hearse that's been converted to a motorhome. It makes me laugh.

Here's the COSMO COWGIRL

Click on the link and check out her cute canned ham trailer. Here's a peek at the kitchenand the cozy little bed area:

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Here's another great one:

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Omigosh, I want to run away. HA.

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OK, I gotta run and get some things done. I'll be back later to add a few more things. Thanks for taking time from your busy day to visit with me.