I had one middle-sized boy with all the attendant appetites, messes, noise, wild behavior, etc. And then I got another one. Now wouldn’t you think that since the number of boys doubled, the consequent messes, noise, etc, would merely double also?
No. Something freaky happens when you double the boys—the noise, trouble, and messes increase exponentially.
This is not a good year for apples. I went out to my 5-tree orchard the other day and inventoried and figured I’d be lucky to get a bucket or two of apples. "I’ll have to baby these things along to get any applesauce," I thought.
The next day I was hoeing in the garden and found a nice-sized apple. Hmmm. There are no apple trees close to the garden. I began asking questions.
Oh, um, well, Ben and Steven finished weeding the hedge that morning so they picked dozens of my precious apples off the trees and used them for batting practice.
We will draw the curtain of charity over the scene that followed except to say that I was about to turn them both over my knee and warm their bottoms but thought I would first call Paul for sympathy and moral support.
Mistake. He started laughing. I wanted to turn him over my knee and well, never mind. He can understand the boys so well, he said, because when he was a kid he used to spend hours hitting a rock with a broomstick. (Irrelevant, said the prosecution. Overruled, said the judge.)
Paul didn’t think I should spank them but they should each dig for an extra half hour out by the carport where we’re going to put gravel in.
And, I humphed, if I have to buy apples to make applesauce, guess who’s going to pay for them.
The next day I told the boys that if they do anything so foolish again I will spank first and THEN call their dad.
Quote of the Day:
"I don’t see any reason to make my bed cuz me and Steven are the only ones that’ll see it and it’ll just get all messed up again in thirteen hours."
--Ben
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Sunday, July 10, 2005
July Article
You can read today's column at http://www.registerguard.com/news/2005/07/10/ol.smucker.0710.html
Quote of the Day:
"I'm sorry--I get hungry here."
--Matt, explaining why he took all 8 leftover grilled hamburgers to the warehouse to sustain himself on his 4pm-to-midnight shift, after I found that there weren't any leftover burgers here for Ben and Steven to eat and called Matt up and asked him if he suddenly grew a pink snout. I admit he works hard and some expert said you burn 100 calories every 15 minutes sacking seed, but still--8 hamburgers!
Quote of the Day:
"I'm sorry--I get hungry here."
--Matt, explaining why he took all 8 leftover grilled hamburgers to the warehouse to sustain himself on his 4pm-to-midnight shift, after I found that there weren't any leftover burgers here for Ben and Steven to eat and called Matt up and asked him if he suddenly grew a pink snout. I admit he works hard and some expert said you burn 100 calories every 15 minutes sacking seed, but still--8 hamburgers!
Friday, July 08, 2005
Photo
I have never figured out how to post pictures on here but today Matt posted a photo of me over on my Xanga site:http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=dorcassmucker
I hope to post pictures of the rest of the family sometime.
Quote of the Day:
"Ach, zu natural!"
(Translation: Oh, too natural!)
--my mom, whenever she saw a picture of herself
I hope to post pictures of the rest of the family sometime.
Quote of the Day:
"Ach, zu natural!"
(Translation: Oh, too natural!)
--my mom, whenever she saw a picture of herself
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Today's Ramblings
Today I took Amy and Emily to Portland and we picked out fabric for school uniforms. Unlike some schools, we choose new outfits every year. The moms take turns doing the choosing.
Some entrepreneur ought to open a big, nice fabric store in Eugene. I mean, the Eugene/Springfield area has something like 175,000 people. The fabric stores consist of:
--three Jo-Ann’s, where once you set aside the fleece, flannel, Christmas fabric, bridal, home dec, and SpongeBob SquarePants, there’s not much left for dresses. The calicoes on the wall don’t hold up well enough for school dresses. And to my huge annoyance they never have more fabric in the back and can’t order any more either. What’s on the shelf is all they have. Other years we’ve called around to almost every Jo-Anns on the west coast to collect half a bolt here and two-thirds of one there. After the year when $35 worth of fabric got lost in the mail, I said ‘no more.’
--Wal-mart, where you can sometimes stumble on just what you want but the only stuff you can get 40 yards of is western prints and huge florals that are not currently cool in the school-age crowd.
--Factory Fabrics, where everything is odds and ends and seconds
--a few random quilt stores where the fabric costs a fortune
I think that’s not nearly enough fabric stores for the population.
So, we went to Fabric Depot in Portland, where they have thousands of bolts of fabric and with a minimum of fuss they’ll order more.
We need a Fabric Depot in Eugene. Or better yet in Harrisburg.
Finding and choosing the fabric was a relatively painless procedure unlike two years ago when in a burst of foolish generosity I took all the older girls along so we could find something they’d all like. Well. They refused to say what they liked for fear their friends would think it was ugly. So this time I just took my two, who are not offended if they like something and their sister doesn’t. (Amy got to add her two bits even though she's already graduated.)
Then we went to two of Portland’s famous second-hand stores and my Find Of the Day was a Gap khaki skirt for me that still had the $49.50 price tag attached, for $3.50. And no slits to sew up. And it’s a size 8. I love it when clothing companies are so generous with their sizing. Normally I wear a size 12 skirt so an 8 makes me want to leave the tag sticking out on purpose like Erma Bombeck used to.
Then we went to Clackamas Town Center and met my sis-in-law Geneva for a 3:30 "lunch." She works at Meier and Frank so to me seems very urban-savvy and worldly-wise. While we were eating, this young black male walked by with pants that seemed like they were made for someone with 2-foot-long legs and a 4-foot torso. I commented on this sight.
"They’re skateboarder clothes," Geneva said. "I’ll bet Security keeps a close eye on him."
"How sad," I said, "that because of people like him, Security will probably keep a close eye on Steven when he’s 17, even if he’s a fine and honest young man."
"No, probably not," Geneva said. "Not if he dresses like Ben and Matt. It’s all in the clothes."
Heed, o ye young people that only want to express your individuality: your clothes send a message whether you intend them to or not.
I tried on some clothes at Meier and Frank, and then wanted to leave, but where were the girls? That store has two levels and is absolutely enormous and how was I ever going to find them? Amy soon showed up, and then by God’s mercy Geneva "happened" to go back by the clearance rack and there was Emily sitting on the floor by the back wall, fast asleep. It was time to go home, so we did.
Quote of the Day:
"If I get scared, I just pray to God. And if I feel this is something God doesn’t need to know, I just tell you."
--Jenny
Some entrepreneur ought to open a big, nice fabric store in Eugene. I mean, the Eugene/Springfield area has something like 175,000 people. The fabric stores consist of:
--three Jo-Ann’s, where once you set aside the fleece, flannel, Christmas fabric, bridal, home dec, and SpongeBob SquarePants, there’s not much left for dresses. The calicoes on the wall don’t hold up well enough for school dresses. And to my huge annoyance they never have more fabric in the back and can’t order any more either. What’s on the shelf is all they have. Other years we’ve called around to almost every Jo-Anns on the west coast to collect half a bolt here and two-thirds of one there. After the year when $35 worth of fabric got lost in the mail, I said ‘no more.’
--Wal-mart, where you can sometimes stumble on just what you want but the only stuff you can get 40 yards of is western prints and huge florals that are not currently cool in the school-age crowd.
--Factory Fabrics, where everything is odds and ends and seconds
--a few random quilt stores where the fabric costs a fortune
I think that’s not nearly enough fabric stores for the population.
So, we went to Fabric Depot in Portland, where they have thousands of bolts of fabric and with a minimum of fuss they’ll order more.
We need a Fabric Depot in Eugene. Or better yet in Harrisburg.
Finding and choosing the fabric was a relatively painless procedure unlike two years ago when in a burst of foolish generosity I took all the older girls along so we could find something they’d all like. Well. They refused to say what they liked for fear their friends would think it was ugly. So this time I just took my two, who are not offended if they like something and their sister doesn’t. (Amy got to add her two bits even though she's already graduated.)
Then we went to two of Portland’s famous second-hand stores and my Find Of the Day was a Gap khaki skirt for me that still had the $49.50 price tag attached, for $3.50. And no slits to sew up. And it’s a size 8. I love it when clothing companies are so generous with their sizing. Normally I wear a size 12 skirt so an 8 makes me want to leave the tag sticking out on purpose like Erma Bombeck used to.
Then we went to Clackamas Town Center and met my sis-in-law Geneva for a 3:30 "lunch." She works at Meier and Frank so to me seems very urban-savvy and worldly-wise. While we were eating, this young black male walked by with pants that seemed like they were made for someone with 2-foot-long legs and a 4-foot torso. I commented on this sight.
"They’re skateboarder clothes," Geneva said. "I’ll bet Security keeps a close eye on him."
"How sad," I said, "that because of people like him, Security will probably keep a close eye on Steven when he’s 17, even if he’s a fine and honest young man."
"No, probably not," Geneva said. "Not if he dresses like Ben and Matt. It’s all in the clothes."
Heed, o ye young people that only want to express your individuality: your clothes send a message whether you intend them to or not.
I tried on some clothes at Meier and Frank, and then wanted to leave, but where were the girls? That store has two levels and is absolutely enormous and how was I ever going to find them? Amy soon showed up, and then by God’s mercy Geneva "happened" to go back by the clearance rack and there was Emily sitting on the floor by the back wall, fast asleep. It was time to go home, so we did.
Quote of the Day:
"If I get scared, I just pray to God. And if I feel this is something God doesn’t need to know, I just tell you."
--Jenny
Monday, July 04, 2005
The Glorious Fourth
Today is everything a proper Fourth of July ought to be--sunny, 80-some degrees, the smell of harvested grass seed fields in the air, and the old-fashioned parade in Harrisburg. No marching bands or Dairy Princesses here--just fire trucks, seed trucks, a huge bridge truss from Morse Brothers, kids on decorated bikes, four-wheelers from Smucker Manufacturing (Paul's second cousins), and so on. The Grand Marshal was a lovely elderly woman who was born in Harrisburg in 1910.
Emily's friend Stephanie's dad drove the Willamette Ag truck in the parade so Emily, Stephanie, and a few others walked ahead of the truck and tossed candy to the crowds. This was deeply satisfying to Emily's theatrical soul.
It was also Steven's first taste of Independence Day as an American citizen. He came home with a gold-spangled star on a stick and more candy than any child ought to eat in six months. He was very happy.
I love this country and get goose bumps when the flag goes by. We are very blessed to live here.
Quote of the Day:
Why do grandpas have pants and then things over their shoulders?
--Steven, observing the old guys in overalls or suspenders, sitting in their lawn chairs at the parade
Emily's friend Stephanie's dad drove the Willamette Ag truck in the parade so Emily, Stephanie, and a few others walked ahead of the truck and tossed candy to the crowds. This was deeply satisfying to Emily's theatrical soul.
It was also Steven's first taste of Independence Day as an American citizen. He came home with a gold-spangled star on a stick and more candy than any child ought to eat in six months. He was very happy.
I love this country and get goose bumps when the flag goes by. We are very blessed to live here.
Quote of the Day:
Why do grandpas have pants and then things over their shoulders?
--Steven, observing the old guys in overalls or suspenders, sitting in their lawn chairs at the parade
Friday, July 01, 2005
Mennonite Observations
My friend Rita and I were in a grocery-store checkout line not long ago when the man ahead of us asked about our veils.
We explained.
"I’m a Christian too," he said, "and in our church we believe in salvation by grace."
"We believe in salvation by grace too," I said, just a bit hotly, "but we also believe in doing what the Bible says out of love and gratitude."
I tell my teenagers sometimes that, just so they know, the "world" will be the biggest threat to their basic doctrinal beliefs (Jesus as the only way, heaven and hell, creation, etc) but the pressure to drop their Mennonite practices (nonresistance, head covering, modest clothes, not drinking alcohol, no divorce) is going to come primarily from other Christians and not from unbelievers.
I have never understood this phenomenon. In general, when it comes to our outward, visible religious practices non-Christians are accepting, other Christians are condescending, and ex-Mennonites are insufferably patronizing.
Non-Christians ask me why we do something, and it doesn’t matter if it’s because of tradition or a particular Scripture, they say, "Ah, I see. Interesting. And I wanted to talk to you about your work in Africa. Can you tell me more about it?"
Christians ask why we do something and imply that if we were a bit more enlightened we would realize we don’t HAVE to do this stuff. Salvation by grace alone, you know.
And ex-Mennonites know good and well why we do what we do so they rattle on about the freedom they’ve found in the church they’re in and what a joy it is to not have rules. Some have been known to back their Mennonite friends up against the wall and go on for half an hour about how they MUST get out of this dead, lifeless church and go to another one, preferably theirs, as though it never occurred to them that their friends might actually be called to love and serve in this admittedly imperfect setting.
Ironically, for all these other Protestant churches’ insistence that they don’t have rules, they have plenty of unwritten ones. I have found this when speaking to women’s groups when I get the sudden sense that I have crossed an invisible theological line and it is confirmed when Mrs. Emcee gets up afterwards and does some quick damage control in her closing statements. One time at a Baptist church I talked about Mary and Martha and had been too heavy on faith and too weak on works. Rather amusing.
(Incidentally, these attitudes splash over into my writing life as well. Left-wing liberal-media types take me almost too seriously as a writer, and ex-conservative-Mennonites smile sweetly and say, "Oh, you write those little stories for, what is it, the Harrisburg newspaper? How nice.")
Is this just a quirk of my life and the west coast or for other people and places as well?
Damage-control Disclaimer from Mrs. Emcee—I’m generalizing here. I have met Christians who don’t follow this pattern and bless you if you are one of them.
And a confession: A while back I made an "amusing" comment about cape dresses and then realized a cape-dress wearer was in the room. So I am not without my own issues as an ex-Beachy.
Quote of the Day:
"Mom, tomorrow’s your birthday and you’re going to be 43 and in 7 years you’ll qualify for the senior citizen’s discount at Meier and Frank."
--Emily
We explained.
"I’m a Christian too," he said, "and in our church we believe in salvation by grace."
"We believe in salvation by grace too," I said, just a bit hotly, "but we also believe in doing what the Bible says out of love and gratitude."
I tell my teenagers sometimes that, just so they know, the "world" will be the biggest threat to their basic doctrinal beliefs (Jesus as the only way, heaven and hell, creation, etc) but the pressure to drop their Mennonite practices (nonresistance, head covering, modest clothes, not drinking alcohol, no divorce) is going to come primarily from other Christians and not from unbelievers.
I have never understood this phenomenon. In general, when it comes to our outward, visible religious practices non-Christians are accepting, other Christians are condescending, and ex-Mennonites are insufferably patronizing.
Non-Christians ask me why we do something, and it doesn’t matter if it’s because of tradition or a particular Scripture, they say, "Ah, I see. Interesting. And I wanted to talk to you about your work in Africa. Can you tell me more about it?"
Christians ask why we do something and imply that if we were a bit more enlightened we would realize we don’t HAVE to do this stuff. Salvation by grace alone, you know.
And ex-Mennonites know good and well why we do what we do so they rattle on about the freedom they’ve found in the church they’re in and what a joy it is to not have rules. Some have been known to back their Mennonite friends up against the wall and go on for half an hour about how they MUST get out of this dead, lifeless church and go to another one, preferably theirs, as though it never occurred to them that their friends might actually be called to love and serve in this admittedly imperfect setting.
Ironically, for all these other Protestant churches’ insistence that they don’t have rules, they have plenty of unwritten ones. I have found this when speaking to women’s groups when I get the sudden sense that I have crossed an invisible theological line and it is confirmed when Mrs. Emcee gets up afterwards and does some quick damage control in her closing statements. One time at a Baptist church I talked about Mary and Martha and had been too heavy on faith and too weak on works. Rather amusing.
(Incidentally, these attitudes splash over into my writing life as well. Left-wing liberal-media types take me almost too seriously as a writer, and ex-conservative-Mennonites smile sweetly and say, "Oh, you write those little stories for, what is it, the Harrisburg newspaper? How nice.")
Is this just a quirk of my life and the west coast or for other people and places as well?
Damage-control Disclaimer from Mrs. Emcee—I’m generalizing here. I have met Christians who don’t follow this pattern and bless you if you are one of them.
And a confession: A while back I made an "amusing" comment about cape dresses and then realized a cape-dress wearer was in the room. So I am not without my own issues as an ex-Beachy.
Quote of the Day:
"Mom, tomorrow’s your birthday and you’re going to be 43 and in 7 years you’ll qualify for the senior citizen’s discount at Meier and Frank."
--Emily
Thursday, June 30, 2005
The Magnet
I have a giant invisible magnet attached to my back. Wherever I am, there my children want to be also. I sneak into the office for an e-mail break and within seconds they are all gathered around me, talking.
Today I got up early to write and was very sleepy by noon so I lay on the couch for a nap. Within minutes all the kids at home (4) had grabbed blankets and sprawled all over the living room for naps. Excuse me? Only one of them even likes naps.
So there I was, trying to sleep despite my Mom-antennae that pick up every whisper within 50 yards while Steven bumped the couch with his foot and Emily hissed "STOP THAT!!"
I believe I got seven minutes of sleep and then there was no use trying.
I don't get it. When it's time for chores the magnet doesn't work and I need a pack of hounds to find these children, and when I want an eensy-weensy break they're all right THERE.
Quote of the Day:
"Why do dead Mennonites have makeup but not alive ones?"
--Emily
Today I got up early to write and was very sleepy by noon so I lay on the couch for a nap. Within minutes all the kids at home (4) had grabbed blankets and sprawled all over the living room for naps. Excuse me? Only one of them even likes naps.
So there I was, trying to sleep despite my Mom-antennae that pick up every whisper within 50 yards while Steven bumped the couch with his foot and Emily hissed "STOP THAT!!"
I believe I got seven minutes of sleep and then there was no use trying.
I don't get it. When it's time for chores the magnet doesn't work and I need a pack of hounds to find these children, and when I want an eensy-weensy break they're all right THERE.
Quote of the Day:
"Why do dead Mennonites have makeup but not alive ones?"
--Emily
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Love and Other Distractions
What is in the air these days that makes so many young people get engaged and married?
Our friend Tom married Jewel last Saturday, Paul’s nephew Kevin is getting married in August, Brandon who graduated from high school with Matt just announced his engagement,* we are all expecting our friend Brendon to make it official any day now, and yesterday my niece Annette emailed that she’s engaged to Jay.
Maybe it’s no more love in the air than usual, but just that we have a whole crop of friends, nieces, nephews, and former students reaching that age.
In a world of cohabiting and divorce and single parents and failed relationships, these young people are holding up the banner of A Better Way. God bless them all.
*Note to Matt: don’t even think about it.
Quote of the Day:
Me: (with tape measure in hand) How long do you want that pink dress?
Emily: (who never misses an opportunity to be dramatic and to misunderstand me) As long as it lasts! Are you going to take it away or something??!!
Our friend Tom married Jewel last Saturday, Paul’s nephew Kevin is getting married in August, Brandon who graduated from high school with Matt just announced his engagement,* we are all expecting our friend Brendon to make it official any day now, and yesterday my niece Annette emailed that she’s engaged to Jay.
Maybe it’s no more love in the air than usual, but just that we have a whole crop of friends, nieces, nephews, and former students reaching that age.
In a world of cohabiting and divorce and single parents and failed relationships, these young people are holding up the banner of A Better Way. God bless them all.
*Note to Matt: don’t even think about it.
Quote of the Day:
Me: (with tape measure in hand) How long do you want that pink dress?
Emily: (who never misses an opportunity to be dramatic and to misunderstand me) As long as it lasts! Are you going to take it away or something??!!
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Cloak and Dagger Stuff
"I do love a good intrigue," says Marguerite the wicked stepsister in Ever After.
Well, I love a good intrigue too, but my life doesn’t often lend itself to mystery and risk. But last night Amy and I concocted a bit of sneaky shenanigans.
We were invited to my mother-in-law’s for one of her delicious suppers. After supper, Amy and I were washing dishes while Paul and Anne (my MIL) were out in the garage and she was showing him the bamboo blinds that needed to be fixed.
As we washed dishes, Amy said, "Aren’t those in the wrong order?" She indicated two ceramic smiling-sunflower mottoes above the sink that have hung in Anne’s kitchen for probably 50 years. The one on the left said, "Let’s be happy while we’re here." And the one on the right said, "Share a smile, spread some cheer."
"Yes, I think you’re right," I said. We looked at each other and both thought the same thing at the same time. "Shall we?" Amy said. Anne’s voice continued to drift in from the garage. "Yeah, let’s!" I whispered.
Quickly and quietly she removed the left sunflower and I removed the right. We traded. Unfortunately one had a little wire clip on the back and the other had a loop of string. And one nail stuck out an inch from the wall and the other a quarter-inch.
I hung up mine. The top was much too far from the wall. Anne’s voice still sounded far away so I took mine off and pushed in the nail. Thankfully it slid right into the wall and all was well.
Amy had a harder time looping the string on the little nail on her side. I tried to pull it out further and it came clear out of the wall. Finally it all worked out—whew. We looked at each other and grinned.
Anne came bustling in a few minutes later and didn’t suspect a thing.
I do love a good intrigue. Meanwhile, Share a smile; spread some cheer. Let’s be happy while we’re here.
Quote of the Day:
Jenny: Mom, it seems like everybody asks me all these questions.
Me: Like who? And what do they ask?
Jenny: See what I mean?
Well, I love a good intrigue too, but my life doesn’t often lend itself to mystery and risk. But last night Amy and I concocted a bit of sneaky shenanigans.
We were invited to my mother-in-law’s for one of her delicious suppers. After supper, Amy and I were washing dishes while Paul and Anne (my MIL) were out in the garage and she was showing him the bamboo blinds that needed to be fixed.
As we washed dishes, Amy said, "Aren’t those in the wrong order?" She indicated two ceramic smiling-sunflower mottoes above the sink that have hung in Anne’s kitchen for probably 50 years. The one on the left said, "Let’s be happy while we’re here." And the one on the right said, "Share a smile, spread some cheer."
"Yes, I think you’re right," I said. We looked at each other and both thought the same thing at the same time. "Shall we?" Amy said. Anne’s voice continued to drift in from the garage. "Yeah, let’s!" I whispered.
Quickly and quietly she removed the left sunflower and I removed the right. We traded. Unfortunately one had a little wire clip on the back and the other had a loop of string. And one nail stuck out an inch from the wall and the other a quarter-inch.
I hung up mine. The top was much too far from the wall. Anne’s voice still sounded far away so I took mine off and pushed in the nail. Thankfully it slid right into the wall and all was well.
Amy had a harder time looping the string on the little nail on her side. I tried to pull it out further and it came clear out of the wall. Finally it all worked out—whew. We looked at each other and grinned.
Anne came bustling in a few minutes later and didn’t suspect a thing.
I do love a good intrigue. Meanwhile, Share a smile; spread some cheer. Let’s be happy while we’re here.
Quote of the Day:
Jenny: Mom, it seems like everybody asks me all these questions.
Me: Like who? And what do they ask?
Jenny: See what I mean?
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Stewing vs. Spouting
Would you believe after nearly 21 years of marriage I'm still learning stuff?
Like: how I handle anger. I grew up in a family of stewers and am great at it. Paul does something that really annoys me and the windows close, the doors slam, the shutters unfold, the portcullis drops, the bridge lifts, the moat freezes over, and I huddle inside for three days nursing my wounds.
Paul is a spouter who grew up in a family of people who spoke their minds. Not that he gets angry often, but if he does it's like blowing bubble gum--a quick red swelling and then -Pop!- it's over.
Anyway, after all these years I am learning to spout. What an amazing thought that it might be ok to just say so when I'm upset. I mean, to just stand there and say the words.
And how amazing to learn that even though spouting feels sinful to me, it may well be far less sinful than stewing. And Paul would much rather I spout than stew.
You never stop learning, I guess.
Quote of the Day:
"Having a deodorant war."
--Ben, after wild pandemonium ensued upstairs and I asked WHAT he and Steven were doing
Like: how I handle anger. I grew up in a family of stewers and am great at it. Paul does something that really annoys me and the windows close, the doors slam, the shutters unfold, the portcullis drops, the bridge lifts, the moat freezes over, and I huddle inside for three days nursing my wounds.
Paul is a spouter who grew up in a family of people who spoke their minds. Not that he gets angry often, but if he does it's like blowing bubble gum--a quick red swelling and then -Pop!- it's over.
Anyway, after all these years I am learning to spout. What an amazing thought that it might be ok to just say so when I'm upset. I mean, to just stand there and say the words.
And how amazing to learn that even though spouting feels sinful to me, it may well be far less sinful than stewing. And Paul would much rather I spout than stew.
You never stop learning, I guess.
Quote of the Day:
"Having a deodorant war."
--Ben, after wild pandemonium ensued upstairs and I asked WHAT he and Steven were doing
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