OLD HURTS

January 30th, 2008

I am in the process of going through every room and get­ting rid of tons (how does that happen?)of stuff I no longer want or need. This includes papers. I never can remem­ber if I should keep papers 10 years or 7 so I keep 10. Today I came across my old divorce papers, the […]

STORM HOME

January 29th, 2008

We are hav­ing a bliz­zard. The real kind. Not the kind that thinks it is a bliz­zard but peters out after a while. I went up to our bed­room on the south side of the house a bit a go to straighten the bed and the room. Each night before sleep­ing, I open the window […]

KID LAUGHTER

January 25th, 2008

We have had the joy of our munchkin grand­daugh­ter the last two nights. A plumb­ing prob­lem in her mom’s apartment..too bad for her…great for us. I swear…each time I see her she has grown inches and is oodles smarter. The best thing right now, is her find­ing her gift of laugh­ter. That may seem strange […]

TOUTING MY OWN HORN

January 17th, 2008

I usu­ally do not feel a need to tout my own horn, but by sim­ply say­ing some­thing to some­one who mat­tered, I was able to have some­thing accom­plished that I think makes a dif­fer­ence. Just so you know one per­son can make a difference.…we live in the coun­try not too far from a school. The […]

THE SAGA CONTINUES

January 15th, 2008

Pro­ba­tion vio­la­tion.Choose jail or treat­ment.He chooses treatment…28 days.They let him out in 18.By noon he is high.By evening trashed.Spends the next week wasted.New years eve.He is home.The base­ment where his mother lives.Drink­ing all day.Police at the door at 7:30 pm.A  9–1–1 hang-up from this num­ber.The mor­ti­fied mother blames the grandaugh­ter.Police leave. (again)An ulti­ma­tum is given.(again)Sober […]

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME

January 11th, 2008

You will have to excuse me while I rant.Today in our daily paper there was an arti­cle about a child, 16 months old, who was taken to the “safe haven” pro­gram at a local hos­pi­tal at the age of 3 months, when the mother, expe­ri­enc­ing depres­sion, and the father (they were not mar­ried) who was […]

SAD

January 9th, 2008

I hap­pened to be at a local store the other day and was walk­ing near the phar­macy as an elderly man was pur­chas­ing med­ica­tions for his wife. The clerk put them into a small bag, handed them to him and said “That will be $120.” “$120?” he said in a shaky voice. ” I just […]

A THOUGHT

January 8th, 2008

Those who in youth and child­hood wan­der alone in woods and wild places, ever after carry in their hearts a secret well of quiet­ness.”  W.B. Yeats I bor­rowed this say­ing from Rev. Sally Johnson’s blog “Pause” today. It says a mil­lion things that touch my soul when so many things rarely do. Thank-you.

AHHHHHH

January 6th, 2008

You know that moment after the flu when you can move your pinky and you don’t feel like you are going to upchuck and then you move your head and the ele­phant stomp­ing on it has dis­ap­peared and then you take the blan­kets off and it really isn’t below freez­ing in the house and the […]