It’s time for Friday Frolic our weekly visit to Youtube, to see what wonders we can find to kick the weekend off right….let’s see….yup!
This week, I offer you….
In 2001, when this show first aired, I was a brand new Mom. I was also saturated with Star Trek – the 13 years previous had seen The Next Generation, which I loved. Deep Space Nine, which I never fully embraced, and Voyager, which I seldom watched. I will also confess to fairly serious doubts that Quantum Leap‘s Scott Bakula could ever be a believable starship captain.
When Enterprise was canceled in 2005, Annalise was a year old, or nearly so, and I had never seen an episode, or even a commercial.
A few weeks ago, I discovered it on Netflix, and, since a friend had spoken about it a few months earlier, I gave it a try – and found a new facet to my Trek passion…
Because I love to share….let the Friday Frolic fun begin!
Enterprise Theme Song(Seasons 1 and 2)
Star Trek: Enterprise Outtakes Season 1 (bonus Italian subtitles!)
Want more Enterprise? That’s likely – I haven’t finished the final season yet. Less? Something completely different?
Beam or transmit your comments into the receptacle below, and maybe we’ll be delighting in YOUR favorite videos, soon!
Wishing everyone a delightful Friday, and a glorious weekend! =)
It’s been lovely and chaotic here. It rained a lot, and out roof leaked. Repairs have been effected, and only a drip or two during today’s heavy thunderstorm and tornado warning.
Two cars needed some repairs, and that’s moving ahead.
I’m watching a lot of Enterprise, and confirming that it’s not just Spock who does it for me, it’s the entire Vulcan species. And watching Trip and T’Pol dance with the intricacies and intimacies of interplanetary romance is not only frustratingly and poignantly entertaining, it is also a fertile starfield’s worth of inspiration for my own writing…
The kids and I will be away for the weekend, so there may not be much of an update, on Sunday.
I’m in a pondering place, with ideas and epiphanies being born, and deep connections made, so I am much more in a musing and feeling mode than a talkative one,right now….
Disclaimer: I do not actually own any form of time machine, nor is access to a time machine implied in this feature. I am, however, curious about history, stories, patterns, and interesting tidbits of many kinds.
It is in that spirit that I share Time Machine Tuesday, a weekly jaunt through fascinating tidbits of history – one Tuesday at a time.
A man and his daughters had found a turtle, and offered us a good look. We walked up along the lock wall, and discussed the awesome power just on the other side, and why the wall is shaped as it is. Annalise read a sign, and we studied the foot and hoof prints in the cement walkway, and how they represent the mulepath of old. We symbolically walked about half the length of the canal via the brick path that traces its route, and we sang the Erie Canal song.
That concludes our journey for this Time Machine Tuesday. Please gather your belongings, and enjoy your present!
What were you doing, on this date, a year or more ago? Would you like to share? If you have a blogpost, a photo, or a memory to share, or if you have something to say about today’s post, drop it into the comment receptacle below!
When I was six, my family was driving on an interstate highway late at night. Streaks of headlights and taillights painted the dark. For the first time, I realized that each car held people living their lives, lives as important to them as mine was to me.
I wanted to see what those lives were, and to share my own…
Here, each Monday, I strive to reach that understanding through offering ideas and tidbits from my life. Settle in for a while, and share something of yours…
The big assignment was to create a personal word cloud – a series of phrases that describe various aspects of me. It wast trickier than it sounds. I know who I am. I am content with my own company and fascinated by the twistings and turnings of my mind, the passions and furies and sorrows of my soul. I believe in going deep into myself, spelunking as I would a cave.
But to describe these things in language – that took some time, and a great deal of attention.
Later, Kristen explored my word cloud, and offered me a series of blog logline possibilities drawn from it.
Lovely Chaos leapt out at me.
It’s a perfect description of what I offer inf my writing…and it’s more.
It’s an apt description of my interior, my exterior – and my life.
From the moment I read it, I began to shift, to see what surrounds me through the lens of all the things the phrase “lovely chaos” says to me.
I looked at the dirty dishes, and I smiled. I will wash them, and they will be used, and, I will wash them, and they’ll be dirtied, and washed, and used…
I wash a sinkful, breathing in the scent of my dish soap, the caress of hot water, the dishes readied for their next use, the stray thoughts that pass through my mind. I can do it joyfully, as a meditation, looking out the window at the jumble of firewood and growing weeds.
I see the seeming mess of the living room, where the children spend a good deal of time – we had a string of cold and wet days, , and there’s been a lot of pattern block play, Minecrafting, Monster High Ghouls, baby dolls, eating and drinking, dancing, and language creating going on in there, and things tend to get cluttered fast.
I have a greater desire for some semblance of order in my surroundings than anyone else in my family. There have been times when I got downright mean about it, which never helped, and made all of us feel awful besides.
This week, though, each time I began to feel tension as I came into the room, the phrase “lovely chaos” flickered and danced into my awareness. I helped the kids to do a few small things that would clear enough of the jumble that I could function, and I did it with more kindness and grace than I likely would have, otherwise.
I’ve just picked up most of the the pattern blocks on the floor. Soon, I will wash some dishes, move some laundry forward, weed my square foot garden bed…
There will still be lovely chaos, aplenty.
Yes, my life is far less tidy than I would lead if I lived alone. But so much loveliness exists, within this state of chaos, so much more richness and texture that can’t come in perfectly kept spaces. I love sharing my life with these people. I find them sometimes frustrating, occasionally infuriating, but always fascinating.
For them, lovely chaos contains learning, joy, connection, and spontaneity.
For me, it’s tangible evidence that my life is bursting at the seams with the gifts of their presence in my home, and soul.
Like so many parts of life, it’s all in how I choose to see it –
Is it about the work I must do, if I want to set things right again? Is it about the chaos that occurs in other spaces while I strive for order?
Or is it more about letting myself see the depths – each moment spent in creating, connecting, learning, growing, sharing, doing, being, laughing – the juicy marrow of life savored richly, if chaotically?
I’m choosing Lovely Chaos – for blogging, and for life. I’m choosing peace, and joy in living the life I have, right now. Someday, when my children are grown and have moved off to their own lives, perhaps mine will be less chaotic – and there will be less, too, of that spontaneous joy of a rising chorus of giggles, the vividness of their creations and discoveries, the things they say that just blow me away, their hugs and snuggles and bright shining eyes.
Lovely Chaos suits me just fine.
How about you? Have you ever heard a word or phrase that leads you to look at something that once bothered you in a new and refreshing way? One that allowed you to let go of your angst, and enjoy the beauty of your life? I would love to hear about it!