Aside to Husbands

23 04 2008

Ogden Nash
Ogden Nash

Pamela and I have a particular affection for the poetry of Ogden Nash.  For Christmas this year I bought her a 5-volume set of his poetry.  This morning, while getting ready to leave, she found this poem written for husbands.  I thought it was blog-worthy.  I hope you enjoy it.


What do you do when you’ve wedded a girl all legal and lawful,
And she goes around saying she looks awful?

When she makes deprecatory remarks about her format,
And claims that her hair looks like a doormat?

When she swears that the complexion of which you are so fond
Looks like the bottom of dried-up pond?

When she for whom your affection is not the least like Plato’s
Compares her waist to a badly tied sack of potatoes?

When she thinks that every hour is the hour at which avoir-dupois begins,
And keeps discovering nonexistent double and triple chins?

Oh, who wouldn’t rather be on a flimsy bridge with a hungry lion at one end and a hungry tiger at the other end and hungry crocodiles underneath
Than confronted by their dearest making remarks about her own apperance through clenched teeth?

Oh, who wouldn’t rather drown in deepest ocean or crackle in the most furious fire,
Than be in a position where if you say Yes darling, you don’t love her any more, and if you say No darling, you are hypocritical liar?

Why won’t they believe that the reason they find themselves the mother of your children is because you think of all the looks in the world, theie looks are the nicest?
Why must we continue to be thus constantly ordealed and crisised?

I think it high time these hoity-toity ladies were made to realize that when they impugn their face and their ankles and their waist
They are thereby insultingly impugning their tasteful husbands’ impeccable taste.


Hospitality 101

20 04 2008

Place Setting

National Airport courtesy of the Library of Congress

Yesterday, we spent a few hours driving to the other side of the city to pick up a gently used couch. While we were out and about we were listening to a lecture by Alexander Strauch on the Biblical injunction to seek out opportunities for hospitality.

When the lecture was over, I was trying to interact with the kids on what we had listened to by asking them what kind of questions they could think of to ask visitors to our table (so as to encourage better conversation).

Elliot and Aelsa came up with a few like: “How many siblings did you have growing up?” and “What was it like for you when you were a kid?” I asked Robin what he would ask someone joining us for dinner, since he had yet to answer. After a very short pause, he replied: “Would you like a glass of water?”

From Matthew 10:

He who receives a prophet in the name of a prophet shall receive a prophet’s reward. And he who receives a righteous man in the name of a righteous man shall receive a righteous man’s reward.

And whoever gives one of these little ones only a cup of cold water in the name of a disciple, assuredly, I say to you, he shall by no means lose his reward.

Thoughts on Parting

10 04 2008

Coral Island Book Cover

For Christmas I bought myself a copy of CORAL ISLAND by R.M. Ballantyne from Vision Forum Ministries. While I am busy reading a number of other more theological books, I have been reading a chapter of the Ballantyne book here and there since January and finally finished it a few nights ago. I enjoyed the story and look forward to reading it aloud the kids at a later time. I thought the final chapter had a particularly thoughtful passage about “parting.” Here is a brief excerpt.

To part is the lot of all mankind . The world is
a scene of constant leave-taking, and the hands that
grasp in cordial greeting to-day, are doomed ere
long to unite for the last time, when the quivering
lips pronounce the word—” Farewell” It is a sad
thought, but should we on that account exclude it
from our minds ? May not a lesson worth learning
be gathered in the contemplation of it ? May it not,
perchance, teach us to devote our thoughts more frequently
and attentively to that land where we meet,
but part no more ?

How many do we part from in this world with a
light ” Good-bye,” whom we never see again! Often
do I think, in my meditations on this subject, that
if we realized more fully the shortness of the fleeting
intercourse that we have in this world with
many of our fellow-men, we would try more
earnestly to do them good, to give them a friendly
smile, as it were, in passing (for the longest intercourse
on earth is little more than a passing word
and glance), and show that we have sympathy with
them in the short quick struggle of Life, by our kindly
words and looks and actions.

Spring Break 2008

1 04 2008
Last month we took a Spring Break trip to Meyers Beach and the frozen shores of Lake Superior. Here is a short video of our visit to the Ice Caves.

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