Jan 16 2008
Guest Contributor: SisterDear3
Hello and thanks for the invite! I am still waiting for my marvelous number one child to bless me with her presence. I really get so perturbed when people are late! I just got a call from Kevin’s school nurse. He showed up in her office and told her he was wheezing. Imagine that, he decided he was not going to stay in school today! He actually will panic if there is anything wrong with him. She checked him out and decided he was only panicking and sent him merrily, merrily, merrily, gently back to class. We are also supposed to visit Nancy after the hair appointment so she can see her before going back to school. It’s not looking good time-wise! I have to be back for Kevins’ bus at 2. Nancy by the way has rebounded well. Jim says her middle name should be Phoenix! Well now, If daughterdear would only get here, we could be merrily on our way! #3
Jan 16 2008
This photo shows my cat Gandalf (back row) and his 2 litter mates, Boo Boo (left) and Sarah (right). They loved this one shelf of that condo! They were only about 3-4 weeks old in this photo. It was not long after this that the three of them no longer all fit on one shelf.
The kittens did three things exceptionally well; they ate like piranhas, played hard and power napped!
They were a breath of sunshine. At the time I had had my Pekes for 14-15 years. I had just lost my baby boy Ching (right) and was about to lose my little girl Sha Na (left).
I thought I was rescuing them, but Gandalf and Grayson came into my life to help me say goodbye to Sha Na & Ching. As it turned out, it was the cats that rescued me!
The kittens have grown up. The cats don’t eat as ravenously and they aren’t playful as kittens, but they still power nap!
We could all take a lesson from the wise cats.
Jan 15 2008
Some days, you’re flying high!
And some days, you’re the Statue.
“Far Out”, just one of the incredible Sculptures by Artist J. Seward Johnson
Jan 14 2008
I have been inspired once more by Sydney. And so I begin My Bucket List. These are no particular order, simply as they spring to mind. I will keep this list in my anchored pages so that I can update it. I haven’t seen this movie yet, and am very much looking forward to it
Before I “Kick The Bucket” I want to:
- Marry the love of my life and live happily ever after. I imagine feeling completely content and utterly safe with him, listening to music, sampling wines, reading, watching sappy old movies all while snuggling up in front of a cozy fire.
- Dance to All I Ask of You at my wedding.
- Spend a month in Tuscany in a lovely Villa with a fireplace and a pool. I want it to be overlooking a vineyard on one side, and Cypress trees, Poppy fields and Olive trees on the other. I want to spend my days exploring ancient Rome and local marketplaces while sipping wine and sampling all the fabulous food only the local Italians can offer.
- Pay off my mortgage and finally and forever be completely debt-free. While I have never imagined myself being wealthy, and have no non-secured debt, this is my idea of true wealth.
- Learn to relax, as thoroughly and luxuriously as my cats do every day of their nine lives.
- Learn to play the piano.
- Own a second home in New England so as often as I wished I could spend as much time with my sisters as I would like.
- See the Pyramids.
- See the triumphant return of Jesus. I can’t explain it, but since I was a little girl, I have always felt that I would be alive when that happens. I felt this way long before I knew what being saved was. I am an avid reader of biblical prophesy. Unfortunately, my brain is too small to hold the enormity of it and my memory is such that I retain very little of it. Of course, I know I am in good company! I read the Left Behind series in great anticipation of reading another person’s concept of what that magnificent event will be like.
- Know that everybody I love is saved and will spend all eternity free of pain and tears.
- Spend a Christmas at a ski lodge in Vermont, not unlike the firepit scene with Bob Wallace & Betty Haynes from White Christmas. I am originally from New England and have never been to Vermont! I have always imagined it to be at it’s most splendid during Christmas.
- Attend a Placido Domingo concert while he is still in glorious voice.
- Attend a Andrea Bocelli concert, in Italy.
- Reach my ideal body weight and be in excellent health.
- Watch the sunset on an uncrowded beach in St. Maarten with my only love.
- See The Phantom of the Opera in London, enjoy a pint at the pub, visit Stonehenge and walk across the crosswalk on Abbey Road.
- Spend at least a week in Greece.
- Encourage my parents to check off as many items from their Bucket List while they both enjoy strong body, mind and spirit.
Jan 13 2008
Sometimes, revelations come to me when I am trying to help someone else understand something. I’ve discovered that mostly, I ask questions and let people discover the answers for themselves, rather than give answers they wouldn’t accept anyway. I have observed that the words taste sweeter when they’ve come from their own mouths.
Jen is the daughter I never had. I have been in her life from the day she was born. I treasure every second I get to spend with her. My life is richer because of what I have hoped for her. I have always tried to teach her good life lessons, through word and deed. I encourage her to think things through so that she can make wise choices. Ask her how many times she’s heard me say Well, he/she didn’t choose wisely, did he/she? and she will laugh and roll her eyes.
When Jen was about 11 years old, she came to me very upset about something that happened to her brother. She told me that he had been unfairly kicked off his baseball team just before they went to the state finals. The officials had discovered he had used an address other than his own to be placed on a team he preferred rather than the team in his district. She was going on and on about how unfair the officials were being to her brother and the team, that the team needed their star catcher and that she would never, ever go to another game. So I asked her some simple questions. Did her father and brother understand the rules? Yes. And understanding those rules, did they choose to disregard them and purposefully enter a false address on the application so that Dan could play on the team he wanted to play on? Yes. So, who is responsible for the consequence of sending his team to the finals without their star catcher and letting down the entire team? Well, I guess Dan and Dad.
I have a 20 year old niece who is extremely intelligent and active in sports. She is also Bipolar.
About 2 weeks into her first semester at U-Mass, she called me to tell me that she was dropping out. She was in a hypomanic state. Generally, whenever she calls me in this state, I just listen. Considering that she is speed-talking, this course of action is also the easiest! When she took a breath and asked if I was still there I answered, Yes, I am playing the part of the listener to your speaker, the part of the conversation equation that you are all too unfamiliar with. She laughs, and asks me what I think. I asked her Have you thought through this decision to it’s logical conclusion? What consequences will come as a result of this choice? Would this choice help you to achieve the goals you have set for yourself? Can you be at peace with those consequences? She asserts that this is her life and therefore her choice. I replied Absolutely. But do you understand that when you are the one making the choice, you also own the consequence? That’s the double-edged sword of being an adult and making grown up choices. It’s like The Oklahoma Warranty – If it breaks into 2 parts, you own them both. She told me that she thought that I made some good points, but there are always extenuating circumstances. I know her well enough to know that in her mind she has already begun concocting a plan to lay the blame elsewhere: her parents, other students, the instructors, the courses, the text books… She has never been one to accept blame for anything – it is always Someone Else’s fault. I headed her off at the pass. I told her If you choose to quit college, I respect your choice. She thanked me for my support. She thanked me for respecting her. Then I told her I also expect that you will accept full responsibility if it turns out that you’ll be flipping burgers at Wendy’s rather than writing the next great novel or screenplay. She starts her next semester at the end of the month. However, I fully expect to repeat this conversation next semester. She’s stubborn, this one.
Jan 11 2008
Because sometimes I really need one of these. I hope his head doesn’t explode.