Personally...
It's a rather gloomy day inside. I think we are both getting a bit of cabin fever. Sunday always seems like a day we ought to be 'out' or having others ‘in’. There is a lot to do, but the energy and the will are lacking.
So, here I sit reading other people's blogs. I admire those people who are willing expose even a little of themselves in such a way. To give the world a glimpse of who they are. Of course, many see this kind of introspection simply as self absorbed nonsense, but I see it differently. Most of us are not willing to let it all hang out. To those who do, I say BRAVO!
Many people who blog try to be careful about what they reveal. Even with those, one can often see the subtle shifts in mood as the words play out. Some just go away for a while leaving the world to wonder what’s going on.
But there is something new and fresh about this kind of communication on the web. It’s not that people haven’t been journaling for years, it is just that now we can see how many people are simply reaching out. It’s kind of beautiful.
With all the bad things about the media these days, this is something good. I don’t know if one would precisely call the internet the media, but it is another form or instant communication. Maybe through this form, we may get to know each other a little better.
Here's the news for those of you who look here to see what is happening with Pete:
Yesterday, Pete slipped and fell. To steady himself, he reached out with his injured arm. He was not wearing the sling. I know that when one is not able to move normally, the sense of balance is compromised. So, I really don’t blame him. Naturally, I was concerned. The incident was sobering.
After icing it down, Pete didn’t think he did any damage. He seems Ok today. We even took a little walk. A little while ago I overheard Pete telling a friend that I gave him hell about the incident. I didn’t. But, I guess it did somewhat color my mood. I was a little worried.
"Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand;
To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen."
-St. Francis of Assisi
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The the right goal... whatever one believes.
Yet, when lost in Maya, we sometimes forget.
In stillness, we can remember.
Pete feels way better today. The rash is subsiding. Big difference between last night and this morning! Today the doctor said Pete's range of motion is remarkable. Later, the Physical Therapist said that Pete is way ahead of the game. She reemphasized it by saying; "You don't know how far ahead of the game you are!"
This news made me feel like dancing.
If i didn't have such a headache, I would!
Probably the wind bringing in all kinds of nasty pollens.
But, it is a beautiful day here in California!
And, don’t worry about me.
I am going to run over to see the Chiropractor.
I bet he will help.
On with the play...
Pete’s News
Today wasn't Pete's best day. His rash was really bothering him. Itching pretty badly. He talked to the doctor again this morning who suggested that he see the dermatologist. Luckily our dermatologist was able to fit him in this morning. He is a very cool guy. Nice. He prescribed two creams and said he would call Pete during the weekend to see how he was doing.
So today I cancelled my dentist and doctor's appointments again and played chauffeur. That's OK. Pete has done this enough for me in the past. My calendar is now filled with Pete's upcoming appointments. Tomorrow he sees the surgeon and the Physical Therapist.
Some day the house will be clean again!
My day.
There is a lot’s of interesting things in the paper that I bet you didn’t see. This MOM On the Alert would tell you about them, but I don’t have time right now. I spent most of my computer time replying to a letter I received from a friend which I felt badly misrepresented history. I got mad and sent an 11+ point response. I caught a few minutes of the debate, and I was clapping. I hope I’ll be able to catch a repeat.
What I wrote a couple of weeks ago when I felt left out.
…..Do you every feel as though you are one of the misfits? The angles of your being seemingly so constructed that you might never fit into the whole?
…..Like the lone piece of a puzzle which has mistakenly been put in the wrong box?
…..I do too.
But I’m not feeling this way today.
OK. I guess you can now call us computer geeks. Well, I’m not sure that ‘geeks’ is the right word. I am still pretty clueless about how this thing works. Or, how to do lots of basic stuff. Pete’s a little better, but often has to consult the family specialists when things go wrong.
So you ask why did I say we were computer geeks? Well, this is why. I’m sitting here catching up on other people’s blogs after checking my e-mail and ordering some stuff online. All of a sudden I hear the little bell that tells me that I have an instant message. I press the 'little green people man' icon, and see that there is a message from Pete. He is in the bedroom. Well within hearing range of a normal voice. We proceeded to have the following conversation online.
Pete says:
can i HAVE SOUP FOR DINNER TONIGHT?
Judi says:
I can make Matzo ball or just chicken or mushroom. What do you want?
Judi says:
When do you want to eat? Are you hungry now?
Pete says:
mushroom. did you get fresh crackers? not hungy now
Judi says:
I got saltines. They didn't have oyster crackers.
Pete says:
OK (symbol for heart)
Judi says: (symbol for kiss)
Judi says:
How soon do you think you will want to eat?
Pete says:
couple of hours
Judi says:
OK
It would have taken seconds to go in there. Or, we could have heard each other fine by just talking. I can hear every word of the conversation he is now having on the phone.
It's a crazy world.
Pete's Progress
I took Pete to his first physical therapy session today. Noelle is very pleased with his range of motion. Pete is not allowed to lift his arm in any direction, but the therapist is allowed to move it. When we asked why that was so, she explained that there is a difference between Pete using his muscles for this function and passive lifting by the therapist. He is not allowed to use these muscles until everything is healed. If he does, he might undo the fix. We don't want that!
I went to the market during Pete's session. The bagger didn't listen to me when I asked him to pack them LIGHTLY. After he was done, I realized they were too heavy for me to lift even into the car, so he had to help me out and do the lifting.
On the way home, I told Pete what just happened and not to try to help me with the bags. I will have to unload some of the stuff first, because they were to heavy. As soon as he gets out of the car, he opens the trunk with his good arm with the intent to carry the bags. I said DON"T. THEY ARE TOO HEAVY! He argues but gets the message.
Stubborn man!
My Spiritual Mother once told us
to be grateful to anyone we might help.
That person has provided us the opportunity to give.
And, whatever we give,
we should give as though we were offering it to GOD.
...With a happy heart.
Those weren't exactly her words.
She is much more eloquent than me.
But, I hope that I've been able to express the idea.
If we realize that whatever we do for others
is an honor and a privilege, we just feel happier.
And, that makes all the difference.
It's how you hold it.
Does that make sense?
Some years ago,
I learned that if I just change the words;
I have to to I choose to,
my whole attitude changed.
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On the home front:
Pete had his first shower since the surgery today.
And, I got to play nurse.
That was cool.
I am also getting lots of exercise
running up and down the stairs.
Pete is a do it yourself kind of guy.
And, it hard for anyone when they are not the one
doing the doing.
I know. I have been there.
Pete started itching more tonight and asked me to wipe his back down with alcohol. I did, but noticed that he seemed to have a rash all over his back and arms. I wanted to call the doctor as I am concerned that he may be having a reaction to one of the meds he is taking. I remember what happened to my Dad years ago when he had an allergic reaction to Penicillin. It got VERY serious!
If you know Pete, you know that he is pretty macho, and doesn't like it if I fuss too much. Pete said it was nothing. I wasn't sure. And said that I thought it was better to be safe than sorry. Remember, this is the man who within a half an hour of injuring himself, began lugging things around with the ice packs still attached to his shoulder.
I called the doctor and left a message with the automated answering service. Our doctor was not on call. A doctor who didn't know either of us called back. He told Pete to take Benadryl. Pete had me talk to the doctor because I was the one with the concern.
The doctor explained to me what symptoms to look for. I asked if Pete could use another antihistamine which I had on hand. He said he was not familiar with the one I take for allergies, but said that Benadryl should help Pete sleep. OK. I would have felt better if we had talked to the doctor we know and trust. And to be honest, I was concerned about leaving Pete alone.
I couldn't remember what drug store was open all night and looked in the phone book. I didn't see any right away. So, I just got dressed and said I going to drive down Sepulveda because I remember that there was more than one 24 hour store not too far away. I was right. I bought the Benadryl and came home.
Pete felt warmer and his arm looked a little swollen to me. I gave him the medicine, and made him take his temperature. I also reminded him that the surgeon warned us today that Pete should wear the sling at night so that he wouldn�t accidentally move his shoulder in his sleep. Pete didn't like my fussing. I told him "Too bad!"
He had better not get worse during the night, because I'm not sure I'd wake up enough to help him once I finally got to sleep. But I have resolved if anything happens I will just call 911.
So now I am going to check my e-mail one more time and go to bed.
Thanks for listening.
PS: Check out what Heidi said today and the link that talks about the difference between men and women. 'Course, we always knew this. But it�s good to see the science behind it.
OK. Pete came home from the hospital yesterday.
The doctor saw him today and said everything looks good.
Physical Therapy will start Wednesday.
If he follows the doctor's orders
he should be all better in two months.
YEAH!
Pete's surgery went well, but he is sleeping in the hospital tonight.
He is in good hands. Someone is looking over him!
Pete is in good spirits and in good hands.
I'm over the mad.
At least until the next time I look out the window. :-/
I have to remember that anger is sometimes is very useful emotion.
Well, the word is in.
Pete has a torn rotator cuff.
Surgery for the repair is scheduled for Saturday.
Send healing thoughts!
While I pretty much expected the above, I was not prepared to come home to find that not only were the shed parts hauled away, but our beautiful eugenia hedge was cut down to the trunks.
Pete had hired a someone to do the hauling and TRIM the hedge. The Mad Gardener was suppose to arrive after 3:00PM today. We were here about 2:30, but when we arrived, we discovered that this hedge killer, who was told expressly not to come before 3:00, had arrived before noon!
Why is it that it's the missing bushes that are what is making me want to cry?
This is that last time that Pete ever gets to hire anyone to do any trimming, EVER! I'm putting my foot down!
I know I am mean. But I am spitting mad!
"An unexamined life is not worth living."
-Socrates (470-399 B.C.)
I haven't spending too much time lately doing the examination. I've just been talking. Well, I can start again tomorrow.
While checking to see if I had the words or the quote right, I came across this cool blog. And listened to this audio by Scott Simon at NPR. There are articles about blogging like this all over the place. But most of the people I know still don't know what they are.
The thing is there are a lot of people like me out there, who know next to nothing about technology, who are sharing their thoughts with the world anyway and exposing themselves to ridicule. But, most of us don't care because we are really only talking to ourselves.
Trite
Earlier today, i gave into my bad mood, posted a rather boring entry. I don't know if you will think this is any more enlightening, but I like it better at the moment. And it's my blog.
...As a child I loved to go outside in the rain. Spashed in the puddles and looked for worms which had tunneled out for some air. Sometimes I would take off my shoes and just squish the mud though my toes. I've never understood why some people think that is icky. It's hard to describe the feel of it unless you are a fellow squisher.
...When the boys were little I used to bake cookies on days like this. When they arrived home, we would proceed to have a little party, merrily munching the treats with big swigs of milk. I still remember the comforting aroma. I wonder if they do.
But today, it just feels grey. I feel stuck here inside. It's not so easy for me to walk in the rain these days. No cookies are getting baked either. I'm not much in the mood.
So, a while ago, I searched google to find a picture or saying to lighten my gloom. This was not very cheery! This didn't help but it is an interesting photo. Then I came across this site.
Things picked up when I saw this: A Gray Day Dress . Liked this one. William Schneider painted this. I guess on a gray day.
I guess I’d better get back to the window and look for the beauty! Or better yet, look within.
This morning, I drove Pete to see the primary care doctor.
Dr Primary said that Pete needed an MRI.
This afternoon we went to to get the X-ray.
The results will be ready tomorrow about 5:00.
On the way home we stopped for dinner.
Then, went to the market to buy some milk.
Life is just filled with adventure!
.......Just so you know...
He is doing pretty good with one arm.
I just have to be careful to not be too solicitous.
The appointment with the Orthopedic doctor is Thursday.
We are hoping for good news. :-)
I'll keep you posted.
We make quite a pair!
......"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."
-Anais Nin
Bloom!
Be grateful for this place in your life.
Be doubly grateful when is hard.
Few of us change and grow until it becomes too painful not to...
The Gift
...And then, we begin to see everything differently.
the world is more beautiful, each moment more joyful,
and our heart starts to recognize the Sacred Spark
which shines forth from each soul we meet along the trail.
"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are."
-Anais Nin
But, sometimes we fall down and take a step backward...
That's OK.
Be patient with yourself.
You are becoming!
The rest of this post will have to wait till later...
But I have one thing to say, and that is...
MEN CAN BE VERY STUBBORN!
Pete spent the morning taking down the shed.
We spent the afternoon at the
Little Company of Mary Care Station.
Pete was injured in a battle with a stubborn vine...
A few minutes after wrapping him in ice,
I found him back near the demolished shed
(ice packs still attached to his left shoulder and arm)
hauling more stuff around with the other!
What can I say. He is a man.
We are not made of bone, blood and sinew.
Nor are we made of thought.
We arise from the breath of the Universe.
One need not to spend this life sleeping.
Running through a hell of our making...
Searching for the road out of this neither land.
While lost in slumber, we are forgetting
that we need no key to enter paradise.
The doorway always lies within.
If we are quiet
we can hear the Great One calling.
The steady Voice continually singing...
the constant lullaby...
"Come Home.
...I AM Here!"
Two days ago I was accused of thinking
every problem can be solved by love.
Is that a bad thing? :-/
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He made me laugh!
Yesterday, while speaking briefly with my brother,
he noticed my croaky voice.
I told him that "I seemed to have picked up a bug."
David replied; "Well, put it down!" :-)
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The News.
I hear that Comcast wants to buy Disney.
I don't know if this is a good thing or not.
All I know is that every time a huge conglomerate gets bigger,
bad things start to happen.
Case in point, SBC acquired the well run Pacific Bell.
We have had nothing but problems since.
Yet, those responsible for all the problems
keep getting richer and richer.
That story will be left for another day.
The last chapter hasn't yet been written.
I am waiting for a day when I have more energy
to re-enter the fray.
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And, something to hold on to...
Have I ever shared this with you before?
I carry this quote in my wallet.
"If you are kind, people may accuse
you of selfish motives;
Be kind anyway.
"What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
"If you find serenity and happiness,
others may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
"The good you do today, people will
often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
"Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you have
anyway."
-Attributed to Mother Teresa
While looking for something else, I came across the following.
...Just passing it on...
"The law of love will work,
just as the law of gravitation will work,
whether we accept it or not."
-M. K. Gandhi
And...
There is an indefinable mysterious Power that pervades everything.
I feel It, though I do not see It.
It is this unseen Power which makes Itself felt and yet defies all proof,
because It is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses.
It transcends the senses....
That informing Power or Spirit is God....
For I can see that in the midst of death, life persists,
in the midst of untruth, truth persists,
in the midst of darkness light persists.
Hence I gather that God is Life, Truth, Light. He is love.
He is supreme good.
But he is no God who merely satisfies the intellect if He ever does.
God to be God must rule the heart and transform it.
-M. K. Gandhi
(Young India, October 11, 1928)
I guess I will just have to stop and jell for a while.
I am either having a monster allergy attack or have caught a bug.
Whatever it is, there's not a lot of pep in me today.
Instead of accomplishing any of the tasks which had been planned,
I am being lazy for the second day in a row.
...Time to reread some favorite works.
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Today I'd like to share these beautiful words ...
Words to ponder from time to time.
They help one remember to be thankful for everything.
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"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
"And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
"Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
"But I say unto you, they are inseparable."
---Kahlil Gibran � 'The Prophet'
Has anybody been looking at the Snow Moon?
While driving home, just before five PM the other day, I looked up and saw the most beautiful full Moon rising. It was still daylight and the white moon rising in the blue sky looked otherworldly. It took my breath away.
Parking the car in the garage I walked back out to look again.
Pete was home, but it was some time before I was able to convince him to come outside to see it.
"I have seen a full moon."
'But isn�t it beautiful?"
"Yes. It's a full moon."
"But look" I said. "Look at it."
"How often do we see something that looks so beautiful during the day?"
"I have seen the moon during the day." "Yes it's nice."
Oh well..... :-/
Later, I told my sister-in-law about it.
Talking on the phone from Iowa, she said;
"It is just about 5:00 there."
"It must still be daylight. How can you see the moon?"
I guess some people have never noticed the Moon during the day.
Every night since has been remarkably beautiful.
Last night, as we started the drive home from a family birthday party in Moorpark, I looked up and again the sight stole my breath. In the dark sky, trees were outlined by the light. Even without streetlights one would have been able to see to drive.
Again, I kept after Pete to pull over and look.
"Yes, I see the Moon."
Was I the only one who has been looking up and marveling?
Now pay attention and listen to this Mom!
The only time we truly have is this moment.
This precious time will never come again.
Please take time to be in it.
Be grateful.
Mike's last post made me get up and dance.
Check this link out and give it a few moments.
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I'm impressed and think I am changing my mind.
Kusinich's voice needs to be heard.
Take some time and listen to what he has to say. Look here.
You may disagree, but he is telling you what he really believes.
That is rare these days when everyone else is saying only what they think people want to hear.
Thanks to the dear friend who sent this to me!
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Lastly, remember ...
We only have one true purpose in life and that is to love.
This was meant to be posted yesterday morning, but I got caught up in the cleaning. I have decided to publish my rant anyway. So here goes:
Thursday, January 5, 2004
The first thing that caught my eye this morning was an article printed on page 1 of the LA times. The lead was: "Scalia was Cheney Hunt Trip Guest; Ethics Concern Grows."
The story goes on to tell that "Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia traveled as an official guest of Vice President Dick Cheney on a small government jet that served as Air Force Two. The pair went duck hunting at a secluded, private hunting camp owned by an oil industry businessman."
"Two military Black Hawk helicopters were brought in and hovered nearby as Cheney and Scalia were whisked away in a heavily guarded motorcade to a secluded, private hunting camp owned by an oil industry businessman."
Let me get this straight.
1. A Supreme Court Justice accompanies the Vice President of the United States on a government jet for a private hunting trip.
2. They will stay on the secluded property owned by an oil industry executive.
3. This Supreme Court Justice will be hearing a case involving the said Vice President.
Right there, one might think this might not be such a good idea.
A conflict of interest perhaps?
It may appear as though a member of the Supreme Court
was in the pocket of the Executive Branch of the government.
That's not good.
And if we didn't know by now,
it looks like the executive and judicial branch
of the government of the United States
are in the pocket of the oil industry.
Is anyone paying attention?
Pete told me he had been following this story for a while.
Why isn't this news the top news lead on every media outlet?
Where is the indignation? Where are the scandal chasers?
Is this story getting such gentle treatment so far because it hasn't been connected with sex?
Does anyone remember the incessant coverage of any rumor of scandal during the Clinton Administration? Where are the cries of impropriety from those watch guards of our moral and ethical behavior?
Is that only reserved for people the Right Wing doesn't like? You know, those who might get in the way of more profit for the very rich? Doesn't anyone notice the distraction?
Rather than focusing on the things which truly can bring down the country, the media focuses on titillating peccadilloes to keep attention away from the true scandals. They feed into the lowest common denominator
of our dance in the unreal.
Wrapping themselves in the flag, they call themselves patriots.
Anyone who questions their actions or motives are labeled traitors.
The people who control the media
focus on the kinds of mistakes you
or your neighbor might make.
Poor decisions.
Investments gone wrong.
Philandering.
A woman speaking as though she knew something.
The hatred that was generated toward the Clintons
was stirred up by those who truly control the media.
The Right Wing arbiters of our behavior,
who play on our natural desire for virtue.
The controlled media is getting more and more blatant.
Pete says that this is one of the hallmarks of a Fascist State.
I know we are all busy these days, but most everyone was able to keep up with the "Oval Office Scandal". There has been incessant coverage and actions taken regarding Janet Jackson's poor judgment at the Super bowl halftime show.
But we ignore the issues that truly concern our safety and freedom.
Do we turn a blind eye to these things because we are stupid?
I don't think so.
But in our busyness, we let our self be distracted by sound bites.
We want the answers to be easy. Good verses evil.
We are good and They are evil.
We want to feel safe.
We let ourselves be misled because we don't want to think that our wonderful country could be responsible for the suffering of others.
We are good people.
But remember this:
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
-Edmund Burke-
And, ask yourself this:
What is the real reason for our troops going to war?
Who benefits from these wars?
Will they keep us safe? Can they?
Aren't our actions creating new terrorists every day?
Most of us will never have the opportunity to commit the kinds of sins our present leaders commit. Most of us will never have access to those who manipulate the world in such substantial ways. Including declaring war and committing untold troops to defend the oil interests of those in power.
They tell us that we are in this thing to protect us and the world from terrorism.
But I ask you when did Usama bin Laden start being pronounced Saddam Hussein.
Why are we friends with some despotic countries whom we know do have weapons of mass destruction? Why have we not stepped in to help people in countries who do not have great oil reserves?
We are all responsible.
We must all do our part to bring about peace and justice for all.
We must realize that there is no Us or Them.
We are one ... all in this thing together
We must work from love, not from hate.
Pay attention.
The next person paying the price for the greed of those in power might be your own son.
With a mask covering my face and gloves on my hands, I have been going through the bags and boxes rescued from the shed. This stuff has been taking up space where Pete generally parks his car in the garage. I promised him that today and tomorrow would be spent working on it. I am taking a break to blog.
Ready for his perusal, are bags and boxes of books of all kinds which Mike wants to look through before they are tossed. They are now neatly sorted into Grocery Store paper shopping bags ready for him to see. The moldy boxes are in the trash.
For the last hour I have been looking through Mike's early school work from 1973 and 1974. I have decided to throw the mimeographed worksheets with smiley face and big 100's out unless they contain some priceless original art.
There are pages of book reports. Even then, he was an avid reader. For a while he wrote something about the storyline of the book, but later, he must have decided that he would rather read than write. The comments on all the rest said either "I like the book" or "I like it".
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Here are some samples of the stuff I can't toss:
Mike Oct. 26, 1973
(Beautiful picture of a boy walking animals between two houses on a sunny day. He didn't forget to add an antenna to one of the houses. The boy has black hair and a smile on his face.)
"My pet dog and Jaggila we play together today."
.
Mike November 20, 1973
"I like turkey."
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Mike Feb. 1, 1974
"Did you know the archer fish can shoot a bug 3 feet away?"
(Great picture of an ocean with a striped fish with his tongue reaching way out of the water to catch a bug.)
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Mike Feb, 6 1974
"I like valentines because you get candy."
He added a big red colored heart.
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On May 20th 1974 the teacher must have asked the children to answer some questions.
Neatly printed on a his paper was:
Mike May 20, 1974
1. We have 30 children in our room.
2. We see bees outdoors.
3. My favorite place is home.
On the top of the sheet, written in red ink the teacher had penned a big "Excellent"
And, after the last sentence wrote "How nice!"
...
I don't know when this was written. There is no date.
The class wrote a newspaper updating Aesop�s Fables as newspaper features.
Each child got a copy of the "Storybook Times" to bring home.
Here's Mike's take of the memorable race.
"On July 28, 2828 A.D. Speed E Hare III, grandson of Speed E Hare I, who lost the same annual foot race in 2825, beat Slow E. Tortoise III, grandson of Slow E. Tortoise I
in a 44 mile race at the Animal Raceway."
"Hare beat Tortoise to get revenge for his grandfather and father. The tortoise instead of going on and on stopped, and the Hare took that advantage and won the race by a hair."
Mike Pusateri
(Accompanying the story was his adorable cartoon of the event.)
Later, when Mike got into Rocketry, he made a detailed map of Rocketry Island with legend and this typed explanation:
Rocketry Island
...Rocketry Island is fifty-four miles long and fifty-six miles wide.
Usually there is a slight breeze that travels southwest.
...Rocketry Island is a model rocket builder's paradise. It has fifty-seven small rocket launchers and six transportation rockets. The airport is only used during conventions and emergencies.
...Rocketry Island is powered by a turbine generator in the Century River.
...Rocketry Island is owned by Michael Pusateri. It costs 1,000.00 to fly there except for family and friends. Mr. Pusateri lives in the five story mansion. The mansion is the largest in the world.
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Well, back to the treasure hunt.
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I will leave you with this thought to ponder.
"Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness."
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
BE HAPPY!
I don’t know why some things happen, but I know there is a reason.
Sometimes that’s all we can hold on to.
Know that there is more than we can comprehend
… parts of the picture we don’t see.
Even when we are overcome with grief,
Love is there.
"We are all born for love.
It is the principle of existence,
and its only end."
-Benjamin Disraeli
A new language.
I know my son is honest, but I started to wonder...
Mike called a couple of days ago to explain to that ripping a CD is not the same as stealing it. Ripping someone off seemed like a new phrase just a few years ago.
It's hard to keep up!
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The cleaning continues...and treasures are being discovered.
Pete is emptying the old shed which has been in the back yard since we took down the swing set. He wants to have more room for a vegetable garden. The shed's floor is now so moldy and rotten that everything inside has taken on an awful smell.
As we go though the boxes, I am finding lots of neat things.
There are papers from the kid's early grammar school days.
Neatly printed on one was one of Matt's first stories.
Here it is:
The rest of this story has been removed...
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Football
Today was Super Bowl Sunday. We went to M & M’s house for a get-together. It was fun. Not being a big football fan, I rarely even know who is playing. But I like the parties.
Only Pete and a couple of others actually seemed to be watching the game. Most of us were chatting. But everyone saw the episode with Janet Jackson and Justin Timberlake. It caused a bit of a stir. Mike rushed into the livingroom to back up the TIVO so everyone could see what happened. Most people believed that it was scripted.
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Some nice young men told me that they read my blog.
That was neat to hear.
I met and talked with some really neat and interesting people.
By the end of the evening conversation turned to spirituality.
Those of us talking agreed that every moment is a gift. Even the hard ones.
I just remembered that it was on Super Bowl Sunday, 1986, that I fell down our stairs and sustained injuries which pretty much changed my life.
But that’s another story....