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Not much is going on with the Raymond family these days, but I thought I’d fill you in on a few tidbits.

You may remember that our daughter moved back home on July 31. She hadn’t lived with us for six years. That very day, her boyfriend Marc asked us for her hand in marriage. Doug told him, “She’s more than a hand. She’s a handful.” Since then, of course, he’s proposed. On Sunday, we did the Meet the Parents dinner at Outback (what a lovely family…). Yesterday, Carrie started her new job teaching severely handicapped first-graders in the inner city here in KC. She’s going through so many changes, so fast…and so are we. Even though she’s right here with us, she’s moving on, and I miss her.

Ten days ago, after we had the blow-out party for my youngest son, Kevin, he also moved home. He’d only been gone one year, but still. He’ll be here until Friday morning, when he’s moving to Switzerland for ten months to complete a degree program. We may fly him home once during that time, if Carrie and Marc settle on a wedding date inside of ten months. He asked me to hem his three new pairs of pants yesterday. Something about him asking broke my heart. I’ll miss him so much.

Our oldest son, Scott, who’s married to Brooke, hasn’t moved back home. However, he’s on a September 1 deadline with O’Reilly Books. He’s under contract with them to write his first manuscript, a manual on Ruby on Rails, a computer language in which he’s considered an expert. Look for it in better bookstores in December! If you go to Amazon and key in Scott Raymond, you can read all about it now! I haven’t wanted to bother him for the past month or so, because I know he’s feeling the stress, but I miss him.

On Thursday, I’ll be with my baby sister Bridget at the hospital all day. She’s having surgery to repair two herniated discs in her neck. Say a prayer for her, please! She’s nervous, and understandably so. I told my mother not to worry, that I would be her baby’s Mama for the day, but even as I reassured her, I realized how much I miss being the child, and my mother being the mom.

I’m kidding when I say not much is going on. You caught that, right? I am trying to finish editing my novel before I go to the American Christian Fiction Writers conference next month and Doug is trying to keep all his business plates spinning. Often, if we try to speak one complete sentence to each other these days, we’re interrupted by the phone or a slamming door or an excited kid filling us in on the latest details. All amazing life interruptions, but I miss my tender husband.

So this morning, somehow I found myself at a site called “Alarm Clocks Online.” I love clocks, as long as they’re not electric. Battery operated clocks are OK, but my personal lifelong favorite is the wind-up alarm clock.

I should have known what would happen when I clicked on the page called “Wind-Up Alarms.” There they were, lined up in all their 1950s-style glory, taking me back to the edge of my parents’ bed. And there sat my father, winding his clock, silently assuring me that even though the Cubans had missiles pointing at our very house, the sun would come up again tomorrow.

It had no choice. My Father had wound the clock. How I miss him.

I cried this morning over wind-up alarm clocks, let my tears fall as if my father sat right beside me, the steadfast clock in his hands. He never said much, but this morning I just needed to picture him there, needed to remember that no matter what tomorrow might bring, life’s clock must every night be wound.

Posted by Katy on 08/29/06 at 11:13 AM

Fallible Comments...

Thanks, Katy.

This post really touched me this morning - I'm not even sure why, but it did.

I think I'm going to have to look for that website...
Posted by Chris A. on 08/29/06 at 12:59 PM
I think I understand those tears.I miss my dad, too. So much! And moments like those with the clock, just kinda sneak up on me.

Love your photos on the sidebar...feels like I'm right there with you. Can I come for tea?

hugs,
Vicki
Posted by Vicki on 08/30/06 at 05:48 PM
What a very beautiful post. We have both sons moving to new places Friday. Only daughter is staying put thankfully. Good for you for getting that draft ready!!! I have finally decided to get serious about writing the book that has been half outlined for years and it's main character has had a free ride in my head for 20. Long enough, I'd say!
Posted by Hope on 08/31/06 at 12:19 AM
Katy, Katy, Katy! You always make me feel things so very deeply! I love your poignant takes on life. Thanks for letting me share!
Posted by Staci on 09/02/06 at 11:47 PM
Ahh..Dad and his infamous alarm clock. I remember those days so well, too. I wonder who "got" those clocks when we cleaned out the house? What memories they hold...

PS...Thanks for the mention, Katy, and for anyone who sent a little prayer my way. Thanks for being my "mom" on Thursday...you are the best big sister ever!
Posted by Bridget on 09/04/06 at 05:57 PM
Katy, I love the pics of you on your sidebar! You look so pretty!
Posted by Cindy Swanson on 09/06/06 at 01:00 PM
Gosh, Mrs Raymond... you are amazing! Your writings, even if only about the happenings of an average day in your household, are inspiring. I love you and your family. I really liked this update 'round the family.
Posted by Thomas Rye on 09/06/06 at 07:48 PM
Chris--I am glad you liked it. I didn't know if it would mean anything to anyone reading or not--but I hoped so!

Vicki--Come on over! Tea and coffee all around, and memories with them.

Hope--Kids leaving for far away is hard, isn't it? You are right--time to get that character out of your head and onto the page. Of course, that will just make room for another character, who will likely move right in... :)

Staci--I love your poignancy, too. We have a lot more time to dream up poignant takes on life now that we're not making Starbucks and pop runs every day, huh? ;)

Bridgie--Hope you're feeling better every day! It's my privilege to serve as your honorary Mom whenever you need me.

Thomas--Please, call me Katy! Even if I AM old! :) Thank you for your love and friendship for my Kevin. He loves you like a brother, and I love you like a son....Thanks for your kind words here, too!
Posted by Katy on 09/07/06 at 05:29 PM
Cindy--You sneaked your comment in and I missed it! You are so sweet. Thanks for the compliment. Your blog remains one of my favorite in the universe, just so you know....
Posted by Katy on 09/07/06 at 05:30 PM
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Posted by ynrimkzl on 12/06/08 at 09:01 PM
Good soldiers never pass up a chance to eat or sleep. They never know how much they'll be called on to do before the next chance.
Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 10:42 PM
If you really do put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.
Posted by hydrocele on 12/08/08 at 10:44 PM
All the world's a cage.
Posted by anthropomorphous on 12/08/08 at 10:44 PM
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
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Posted by texibeae on 12/09/08 at 05:10 AM
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
Posted by backtracking on 12/11/08 at 05:43 AM
Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let's love turbulence and use it for change.
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Posted by oxcekppp on 12/11/08 at 12:57 PM
Peace is when time doesn't matter as it passes by.
Posted by intraorbital on 12/13/08 at 01:54 PM
Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn?t hold much water outside of Your Universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.
Posted by sonata on 12/13/08 at 05:42 PM
By prizing heartfulness above faultlessness, we may reap more from our effort because we're more likely to be changed by it.
Posted by apportion on 12/13/08 at 09:10 PM
Time is a part of the measuring system used to sequence events, to compare the durations of events and the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change such as the motions of objects.The operational definition leaves aside the question whether there is something called time, apart from the counting activity just mentioned, that flows and that can be measured. I
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Personal blog of christian writer & fallible mom Katy McKenna Raymond in Kansas City, Missouri Katy is represented by Greg Johnson at WordServe Literary Read more Katy at LateBoomer.net Follow Katy on Twitter Follow Katy on Facebook 123 Recent Posts Try Becoming Brenda Starr Off Beat Scattered That’s It So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What? The Spoon Sciatica Sweetheart A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices. As with everything in life, balance is key. Slow down, you move too fast… Yeah, I know. I have issues. Search Advanced Search Syndicate Login E me at katy @ ngenius.com	Time Not much is going on with the Raymond family these days, but I thought I’d fill you in on a few tidbits. You may remember that our daughter moved back home on July 31. She hadn’t lived with us for six years. That very day, her boyfriend Marc asked us for her hand in marriage. Doug told him, “She’s more than a hand. She’s a handful.” Since then, of course, he’s proposed. On Sunday, we did the Meet the Parents dinner at Outback (what a lovely family…). Yesterday, Carrie started her new job teaching severely handicapped first-graders in the inner city here in KC. She’s going through so many changes, so fast…and so are we. Even though she’s right here with us, she’s moving on, and I miss her. Ten days ago, after we had the blow-out party for my youngest son, Kevin, he also moved home. He’d only been gone one year, but still. He’ll be here until Friday morning, when he’s moving to Switzerland for ten months to complete a degree program. We may fly him home once during that time, if Carrie and Marc settle on a wedding date inside of ten months. He asked me to hem his three new pairs of pants yesterday. Something about him asking broke my heart. I’ll miss him so much. Our oldest son, Scott, who’s married to Brooke, hasn’t moved back home. However, he’s on a September 1 deadline with O’Reilly Books. He’s under contract with them to write his first manuscript, a manual on Ruby on Rails, a computer language in which he’s considered an expert. Look for it in better bookstores in December! If you go to Amazon and key in Scott Raymond, you can read all about it now! I haven’t wanted to bother him for the past month or so, because I know he’s feeling the stress, but I miss him. On Thursday, I’ll be with my baby sister Bridget at the hospital all day. She’s having surgery to repair two herniated discs in her neck. Say a prayer for her, please! She’s nervous, and understandably so. I told my mother not to worry, that I would be her baby’s Mama for the day, but even as I reassured her, I realized how much I miss being the child, and my mother being the mom. I’m kidding when I say not much is going on. You caught that, right? I am trying to finish editing my novel before I go to the American Christian Fiction Writers conference next month and Doug is trying to keep all his business plates spinning. Often, if we try to speak one complete sentence to each other these days, we’re interrupted by the phone or a slamming door or an excited kid filling us in on the latest details. All amazing life interruptions, but I miss my tender husband. So this morning, somehow I found myself at a site called “Alarm Clocks Online.” I love clocks, as long as they’re not electric. Battery operated clocks are OK, but my personal lifelong favorite is the wind-up alarm clock. I should have known what would happen when I clicked on the page called “Wind-Up Alarms.” There they were, lined up in all their 1950s-style glory, taking me back to the edge of my parents’ bed. And there sat my father, winding his clock, silently assuring me that even though the Cubans had missiles pointing at our very house, the sun would come up again tomorrow. It had no choice. My Father had wound the clock. How I miss him. I cried this morning over wind-up alarm clocks, let my tears fall as if my father sat right beside me, the steadfast clock in his hands. He never said much, but this morning I just needed to picture him there, needed to remember that no matter what tomorrow might bring, life’s clock must every night be wound. Posted by Katy on 08/29/06 at 11:13 AM Fallible Comments... Thanks, Katy. This post really touched me this morning - I'm not even sure why, but it did. I think I'm going to have to look for that website... Posted by Chris A. on 08/29/06 at 12:59 PM I think I understand those tears.I miss my dad, too. So much! And moments like those with the clock, just kinda sneak up on me. Love your photos on the sidebar...feels like I'm right there with you. Can I come for tea? hugs, Vicki Posted by Vicki on 08/30/06 at 05:48 PM What a very beautiful post. We have both sons moving to new places Friday. Only daughter is staying put thankfully. Good for you for getting that draft ready!!! I have finally decided to get serious about writing the book that has been half outlined for years and it's main character has had a free ride in my head for 20. Long enough, I'd say! Posted by Hope on 08/31/06 at 12:19 AM Katy, Katy, Katy! You always make me feel things so very deeply! I love your poignant takes on life. Thanks for letting me share! Posted by Staci on 09/02/06 at 11:47 PM Ahh..Dad and his infamous alarm clock. I remember those days so well, too. I wonder who "got" those clocks when we cleaned out the house? What memories they hold... PS...Thanks for the mention, Katy, and for anyone who sent a little prayer my way. Thanks for being my "mom" on Thursday...you are the best big sister ever! Posted by Bridget on 09/04/06 at 05:57 PM Katy, I love the pics of you on your sidebar! You look so pretty! Posted by Cindy Swanson on 09/06/06 at 01:00 PM Gosh, Mrs Raymond... you are amazing! Your writings, even if only about the happenings of an average day in your household, are inspiring. I love you and your family. I really liked this update 'round the family. Posted by Thomas Rye on 09/06/06 at 07:48 PM Chris--I am glad you liked it. I didn't know if it would mean anything to anyone reading or not--but I hoped so! Vicki--Come on over! Tea and coffee all around, and memories with them. Hope--Kids leaving for far away is hard, isn't it? You are right--time to get that character out of your head and onto the page. Of course, that will just make room for another character, who will likely move right in... :) Staci--I love your poignancy, too. We have a lot more time to dream up poignant takes on life now that we're not making Starbucks and pop runs every day, huh? ;) Bridgie--Hope you're feeling better every day! It's my privilege to serve as your honorary Mom whenever you need me. Thomas--Please, call me Katy! Even if I AM old! :) Thank you for your love and friendship for my Kevin. He loves you like a brother, and I love you like a son....Thanks for your kind words here, too! Posted by Katy on 09/07/06 at 05:29 PM Cindy--You sneaked your comment in and I missed it! You are so sweet. Thanks for the compliment. Your blog remains one of my favorite in the universe, just so you know.... Posted by Katy on 09/07/06 at 05:30 PM oqeyfuiu http://akzwzzcd.com setyczte mzayvged Posted by ynrimkzl on 12/06/08 at 09:01 PM Good soldiers never pass up a chance to eat or sleep. They never know how much they'll be called on to do before the next chance. Posted by kenalog on 12/08/08 at 10:42 PM If you really do put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price. Posted by hydrocele on 12/08/08 at 10:44 PM All the world's a cage. Posted by anthropomorphous on 12/08/08 at 10:44 PM For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others. Posted by apyretic on 12/08/08 at 10:45 PM wccbcdsx http://qkyoxltu.com ifneejwu malvtcel Posted by texibeae on 12/09/08 at 05:10 AM The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man. Posted by backtracking on 12/11/08 at 05:43 AM Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let's love turbulence and use it for change. Posted by leasable on 12/11/08 at 05:46 AM juxxefyp http://koyawdxm.com ysudmibu ihurxhpk Posted by oxcekppp on 12/11/08 at 12:57 PM Peace is when time doesn't matter as it passes by. Posted by intraorbital on 12/13/08 at 01:54 PM Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn?t hold much water outside of Your Universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor. Posted by sonata on 12/13/08 at 05:42 PM By prizing heartfulness above faultlessness, we may reap more from our effort because we're more likely to be changed by it. Posted by apportion on 12/13/08 at 09:10 PM Time is a part of the measuring system used to sequence events, to compare the durations of events and the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change such as the motions of objects.The operational definition leaves aside the question whether there is something called time, apart from the counting activity just mentioned, that flows and that can be measured. I Posted by Executive gifts on 02/11/11 at 02:54 AM Page 1 of 1 pages Commenting is not available in this weblog entry. Next entry: Novel Approach Previous entry: Cheap Dates << Back to main


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