tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post642009887407199285..comments2024-03-05T14:07:28.062-08:00Comments on Ask Sister Mary Martha: Under the Lint PileSister Mary Marthahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00580244097177195453noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-56645871525078537372007-11-29T20:26:00.000-08:002007-11-29T20:26:00.000-08:00On dryers: Our vent cover keeps getting stolen. Wh...On dryers: Our vent cover keeps getting stolen. Why exactly is unclear, and we're not talking the cheapie ones that only attach by an inch or so. Beloved Husband has installed one that reached a foot into the wall and it disappeared, too.<BR/><BR/>On Christ's suffering: If I may compare it to childbirth... The begetting the child was <I>not unpleasant</I>, she says discreetly. Carrying the child has been as easy as one could expect, with 30 extra pounds around the middle. The birth itself I'm not looking forward to. But the "payoff" of having another child to watch grow and learn is worth a little while of suffering.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01097516546958310450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-4478679478844347752007-11-29T17:00:00.000-08:002007-11-29T17:00:00.000-08:00Monica,"Some child was standing outside the house ...Monica,<BR/><BR/>"Some child was standing outside the house shoving toys down the other end."<BR/><BR/>That cracked me up! Of course a child would see that vent cover outside and think, "hey, great place to put my 'fill in the blank.' Let's see if it fits." I remember learning about the big blue mailbox on the corner of the next block. As soon as I was big enough to reach the handle on the pull door, I made a point of leaving little presents for the mailman. I'd leave him pretty rocks, my brothers' army men, little baggies full of cookies, anything I was willing to part with. I couldn't read yet and didn't know it was a "Federal Offense." One day my mother caught me and threatened that I'd soon find my picture hanging in the Post Office if I didn't cut it out.ann nonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06426622861196955113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-74989738804588322612007-11-29T16:45:00.000-08:002007-11-29T16:45:00.000-08:00Hey Sister - Get that dryer vent fixed right away!...Hey Sister - Get that dryer vent fixed right away! - it is a source of carbon dioxide.Terry Nelsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09819523933502820341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-72753328658605618522007-11-29T16:34:00.000-08:002007-11-29T16:34:00.000-08:00Anon. Once when my husband was home with a cold h...Anon. Once when my husband was home with a cold he followed me around all day critizing how I run the household (and school the children, etc.) I'd have been mad only it was so comical. <BR/><BR/>I have the same lint/dryer hose problem. My husband finally was able to get it fixed, so I second the motion by faithful catholic up above. Once we took the hose off because the dryer wasn't working and it happened to be full of toys. Some child was standing outside the house shoving toys down the other end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-73680864973317880662007-11-29T16:12:00.000-08:002007-11-29T16:12:00.000-08:00Well now I feel lousy as my husband is driving me ...Well now I feel lousy as my husband is driving me nuts because he has a cold. I thought I was doing pretty good warming up a can of chicken noodle soup. Will I ever learn?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-44327001449382288432007-11-29T15:44:00.000-08:002007-11-29T15:44:00.000-08:00Faithful,I know just what you mean because I feel ...Faithful,<BR/><BR/>I know just what you mean because I feel the same way caring for my handicapped daughter. I love her dearly but sometimes I get tired of some of her care. Most often it's just what I do because it needs to be done. Sometimes though, I grumble interiorly through it. Rejoice in it? Oh no, I have a long way to go there. I rejoice in God's goodness in giving her to me. I rejoice she's such a sweet girl. I often groan through some of her care and like you I feel bad about that alot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-61542050365292760892007-11-29T14:47:00.000-08:002007-11-29T14:47:00.000-08:00Oh Sister,I forgot about the lint. You know, you ...Oh Sister,<BR/><BR/>I forgot about the lint. You know, you have to be very careful about lint. It's very flammable. I've heard stories about dryers catching on fire because of lint. It might be a good idea to get one of the visiting laundry people to help you out and replace the holey tubing and find a better way to secure your connection for you.ann nonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06426622861196955113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30512717.post-59804240810754364972007-11-29T14:34:00.000-08:002007-11-29T14:34:00.000-08:00Sister,It does my heart good to hear you referring...Sister,<BR/><BR/>It does my heart good to hear you referring to some of your tasks related to the care of Sr. Mary Fiacre as "a pain in the neck." I care for my two elderly parents, both wheelchair bound and both incontinent. I worry constantly about my attitude about dealing with my "pain in the neck" tasks because I think I shouldn't think of them as such a pain in the neck. I care for them because I love them and because I want to keep the fourth commandment but, I sometimes think I might just be in trouble, not with the letter of the law but, with the spirit of it. Know what I mean? I have this notion in my head that I ought to be rejoicing in the less appealing chores but, I'm not. I feel like I'm cheating when I offer it up. Does this make any sense?ann nonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06426622861196955113noreply@blogger.com