Losing the Artistry

Am I ever glad I took typing in high school.

Given the amount of typing I do these days, it would drive me nuts if I hadn't learned how to type quickly - my job would take 3 times as long, emailing would be downright painful (it's painful enough just watching my husband try to type!), and I don't think I'd even bother with online chatting.

It really seems that our lives these days are centered around our computers. Forget the telephone, everyone is emailing, online chatting, texting...

Never mind the lost art of letter writing. Who sits down and writes anything by hand anymore? Too slow, too time-consuming, we must always be in a hurry to get done so we can move on to the next task...

Does anyone really pay attention to handwriting anymore? It used to be that your handwriting said so much about you - if you were a detailed perfectionist, an artistic free spirit, or a doctor (which meant your handwriting was entirely illegible) Now I'm not even sure they teach handwriting in schools anymore - don't they all have their own laptops?

It really is a lost art. I remember as I was growing up, I was constantly experimenting with my handwriting, trying to get it just the way I liked it. I think I may have been almost into my twenties before I stopped making little adjustments to the way I wrote a "d", or a "j". These days, my handwriting isn't nearly as neat as it used to be. I've gotten so used to the speed of typing, that I get impatient with hand-writing, and as a result the hand-writing has gotten very messy, almost illegible even to myself at times.

It sure isn't pretty.

One thing I love to do, is read old letters. Some written by myself, some not...it's very interesting not only to read what was written, but to see how it was written. Some people's handwriting can really surprise you. I'd grown up with the notion that all men/boys had messy handwriting. Their hands were bigger, fingers thicker, and they just didn't care if their handwriting was, well, pretty. But I remember so many times, getting a cheque from my grandparents at Christmas time, and being surprised to see the signature of my Grandfather in very neat, proper handwriting. I often had to check the signature to see if it was my grandfather or grandmother who had written the cheque, their handwriting was that similar! There was also a guy that I dated (many!) years ago, who had neater and more artistic-looking handwriting than most girls I knew.

Something inside me really wants to get back to writing by hand. Not sure what to write yet, but I have always had that oh-so-romantic notion of keeping a journal. Didn't all us girls think about that when we were young? Of course, we called them our "diaries" back then. "Journal" just sounds much more mature, more grown-up. You always read in novels about these journals kept by women that are passed down to their descendents, who read them with great interest. Should I be so conceited as to think that someday, my children or even grandchildren might be interested in reading what I might have had to say?

(Then again, what is this blog for??)

But once again, it's about the handwriting. Maybe someday, someone might see more of me in my handwriting than they might in a bunch of kilobytes on a computer server somewhere. Type script seems so...impersonal. Isn't that why there are so many fonts? Aren't we really trying to find a font that says more about ourselves than, say, the generic-ness of "Times New Roman"? Even "Arial" is pretty bland. Maybe I'll start hand-writing my blog entries, then scanning them into the computer...

Who am I kidding? I can't even keep a blog consistently, let alone a hand-written journal. Over the years, I have bought so many journals with the intention of writing in them regularly, and they all sit with only a few pages filled. (and many pages torn out - sometimes I end up writing things I would never want anyone to read!) I guess there's just such a romantic pull to the whole idea of keeping a journal. I would have to slow down, take the time to think about what I would write, before I write it. (no backspace key!) I'd have to be patient with my hands, they can only write so fast. And they can only write so long before the writer's cramp sets in.

Oh, the things we take for granted in the computer age. But at what cost? We're all in such a hurry these days, we get impatient and downright ticked-off if the computer is just slightly slower than instantaneous, we lay on the horn and yell our fool heads off if the person in front of us doesn't peel off the mark when the traffic light turns green, or when they don't drive at least 20km/hr above the speed limit...

But, maybe if I decide to revive my penmanship as penmanship, not type-man-ship, it would help me to slow down a bit, perhaps I'll see a few things I might have missed, maybe I'll appreciate some of the smaller things in life. Maybe it will encourage me to take some "me time", time away from the hectic day-to-day life of a wife and mom who has a full-time job outside the home.

Time to write.

Time to breathe.

It's that time of year again....

"I'm busy, busy, dreadfully busy!
You've no idea what I have to do.
Busy, busy, shockingly busy,
Much much too busy for you!"

That old argument....

A few years ago, I posted about the whole real-vs-fake-Christmas-tree argument. Given some rumblings I've been hearing again this year about how it's such a shame to "waste natural resources" by cutting down a live pine tree every year to decorate our homes, I thought I'd re-post it.

I actually have one more point to add to my argument for real Christmas trees: not only were no greenhouse gasses produced in the manufacturing of my Christmas tree, but my tree actually worked to reduce greenhouse gasses while it was growing!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

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It's interesting to see the number (and variety) of debates you can find when the Christmas season rolls around.

Take, for example, the endless debate of the artificial versus the real Christmas Tree.

(and yes, it's a Christmas Tree, not a "Holiday Tree"....don't get me started on that one)

Me, I've always had a real one. Preferably a White Pine, the one with the long, soft needles. Very pretty with a nice set of white lights on it, the whole tree seems to glow when you turn them on.

A lot of people opt for the artificial route. I have heard many reasons for this: less mess, less maintenance, less over-all concern especially if there are little ones and pets underfoot.

If these are your reasons, I can't say I blame you. A real tree does require regular waterings if you want it to stay looking nice through the holidays. Regular waterings also help to keep the tree relatively fire-resistant. Some trees are messier than others, although I have to say the the White Pines we get tend to be fairly clean - not a lot of needle-shed. And if the tree does get knocked over, there is the issue of the water on the floor/carpet/whatever it's sitting on.

But as far as I'm concerned, the extra effort is worth it! Yes, artificial trees are getting nicer and nicer (and more expensive!), but in my book, nothing compares to a real tree. It's become a tradition for all of us Rayments to make the trek out to the tree farm every year for the Great Christmas Tree Hunt. And when you get the freshly cut tree into the house, you can smell the nice, (real!) pine scent in your living room...

Now, there is one argument against real trees that I really can't understand. It's the environmental argument. Apparently, there are many who advocate artificial trees as being preferable for the environment, because you're not cutting down a tree (and therefore denuding the natural world for your own decoration), and you're not putting a tree into the landfills every year.

If you are of the opinion that artificial trees are better for the environment, I invite you to consider the following points:

1. No harmful chemicals, man-made materials, or pollution were used or produced in the manufacturing of my tree. OK, with the exception of the odd pesticide. But other than that, my tree is made entirely of natural fibres.

2. The tree I cut down was grown on a tree farm, for the specific purpose of being cut down and used as a Christmas Tree. Also, every time I cut down a Christmas tree, the tree farmer plants another one in it's place. It seems to me that one of the big "environmentally conscious" things to do, is to go out to a clear cut area and plant saplings to replace the trees harvested by the lumber industry. I'm only cutting down one tree a year, and it is immediately replaced by the owner of the tree farm.

3. When I am finished with my tree, it is 100% biodegradable. While, yes, it may take up space in a landfill, it will break down as naturally as any other tree in a forest which has died of natural causes. Let me ask you: what happens to all those artificial trees when they aren't so nice-looking anymore, or are just plain out-of-style? How well do they break down in a landfill? If they are "recycle-able", how much pollution is produced by the recycling plant in the recycling process?

I couldn't believe it when I actually read an article about having a "green Christmas" (read that, "environmentally friendly" Christmas), and it actually encouraged people to buy artificial trees. In my opinion, the environmentally friendly thing to do is to buy a real tree from a tree farmer. The uses for the tree when you are done are numerous: mulch, firewood, crafts, to name just a few, and the whole process is entirely natural.

If you prefer an artificial tree because you have little ones or pets, or you simply can't care for a real tree, then I won't argue with you. That's a case of personal preference, and I have no problem with that.

But if you try to tell me that having an artificial tree is the environmentally friendly thing to do, be prepared for an argument.

Because unlike my tree, your arguments just don't hold water.

I don't remember the first time I met Jane Clarke....

...but she always loved to tell me about it! I would have been maybe 3 or 4 years old, my parents were on faculty at Camp Selkirk music camp, and I apparently came running up to my Mom one afternoon and nattered away at her, while she and Jane were relaxing in lawn chairs.

Jane loved to tell me about that.

I have absolutely no memory of it.

But I have many memories of Jane over the last 8 years, since I started going to North York Temple. I was quite enamoured at first to find out that she was "that" Jane Clarke (now Jane Davey) - imagine! I was going to the same church as a well-known composer! I had sung her songs and arrangements for years in songsters, music camp choruses, youth choruses. I always identified with her musical style, especially the "jazzy" songs that I could have some fun with.

As I got to know Jane - her spunky personality, the strength of her faith - I stopped thinking of her as a well-known composer, and started thinking of her as my friend. She was a lot of fun to be around. One of my favorite memories is my last year on faculty at Jackson's Point, when Doug and I shared a cabin with Jane and Chris. I remember Jane commenting to me that she was so pleased when she found out we would be sharing a cabin, and I was very pleased too - both that we were sharing a cabin, and that she was happy about it!

Jane was one of those timeless people; you never thought about her not being there. I still see her at the piano at North York, I still hear her in the alto section in the songsters. When she stopped coming out to meetings back before Christmas, there was something missing on Sunday mornings. I kept thinking, "I can't wait for Jane to come back!" I miss her offertories ("It is no Secret" was a favorite) that people would sing along to. The "welcome" portion of the meeting just wasn't complete without her playing that one song...(what was the name of it? Something about "something special happening today" or something like that?) Well, the tune, and her way of playing it, is forever written in my memory.

I wish I could sit down and play those choruses like she used to. It would make the hole feel a little less, well, empty.

I had to smile when a friend turned to me after we had heard of Jane's passing, and commented that he wondered if the choir in heaven was singing one of Jane's songs when she arrived. I added, "and I wonder which one they would have sang?!"

If nothing else can be said of Jane, it was that she loved The Lord her God with all her heart, with all her soul, with all her strength, and with all her mind. And she told of that love time and again through her music.

Heaven's orchestra just gained another member. Maybe even one who will write new music for it to perform. And I can't wait to hear it myself!

OK, I like this one better...

...but it's still driving me nuts. Can't get the dates to show.

*sigh*

It's all Les' fault.

She's the one that inspired me to browse new templates.

And they're driving me nuts!

grrrrrr......

Time flies when you're home on mat leave...

Wow.

I honestly can't figure out where the last 10 months have gone.

Can't say they've disappeared through a haze of sleep deprivation, considering Connor has been sleeping through the night (and we're talking 10-12 hours straight here) since last July.

It's more like a blur of firsts, celebrations, stroller walks, laughs, melt-downs, new friends, new experiences...

I thought a year ago that the future was scary. It looks a lot scarier now, with the new challenge of finding that "just right" person who is basically going to be raising my son. I wish it could be me, but unfortunately I find myself in the position where returning to work is not so much a choice, as a necessity.

In a way, though, I am looking forward to going back to work. I'm looking forward to regular adult interaction that doesn't focus on baby-related topics, looking forward to using my brain on a regular basis again.

But before that happens, I'm going to make the most of these last couple of months with my little guy, celebrating as he learns new "tricks" (he got himself from lying down back up to a sitting position for the first time today! Yay!), laughing with him when he finds the oddest things hysterically funny, smiling as I watch him with his Dad.

And I'll keep repeating Proverbs 3:5 in my head every chance I get.

"Trust in The Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding"