Eddie received a "Scripture Scouts" cassette tape from a primary teacher a while ago. He likes to listen to it while driving...
The other day we listened to the tape on the way to school. As soon as Eddie hopped out of the car, I heard a little 3 year old voice say, "Mom, I want NPR." (Only he can't say his R's very well, so it sounded like "N-P-Aeye".
Leave it to Jack to pass up the sing a long tape and listen to the commentary on the President's State of the Union speech instead...
HA! What a crack up!
Friday, February 04, 2005
Friday, January 21, 2005
Last night when I was reading "The Great Divorce" by C.S. Lewis I was struck with an allegory that reminded me of how much I cling to my weaknesses.
There is a man carrying a red lizard on his shoulder and the lizard is always whispering in the man's ear. The man is truly annoyed with the lizard and I would say that 98% of him wants to be rid of it.
In due season the man is approached by an angel who offers to rid him of the lizard. In fact he has the power to kill it, but only with the man's permission. Now the man is reluctant...in a way he clings to the companionship of the lizard even though the little runt only means him harm. The angel tries to persuade the man to let him kill the beast, but the man is frightened..."I'd need to be in good health for the operation. Some other day, perhaps."
"There is no other day. All days are present now."
"Get back! You're burning me. How can I tell you to kill it? You'd kill me if you did."
"It is not so."
"Why, you're hurting me now."
"I never said it would't hurt you. I said it wouldn't kill you. This moment contains all moments."
"Why are you torturing me? You are jerring at me. How can I let you tear me to pieces? If you wanted to help me, why didn't you kill the damned thing without asking me--before I knew? It would be all over by now if you had."
"I cannot kill it against your will. It is imposible. Have I your permission?"
Well at this point the lizard starts to chatter to the man pleading for his life and promising to behave and how unnatural it would be to live without him. Again the angel asks for permission and at last the man relents. He screams in agony as the little reptile is twisted and then flung.
Well, to make a long story a little shorter. The man is physically and spiritually transformed. Not only that, but the creature that tormented him is indeed killed, but then becomes a silvery white stallion. "The new-made man turned and clapped the new horse's neck. It nosed his bright body. Horse and master breathed each into the other's nostrils." The man thanks the angel, mounts the horse and they gallop away towards their divine destiny.
"Do ye understand all this my Son?" said the Teacher.
"I don't know about all, Sir," said I. "Am I right in thinking the Lizard really turned into the Horse?"
"Aye. But it was killed first. Ye'll not forget that part of the story?"
"I'll try not to, Sir. But does it mean that everything--everything--that is in us can go on to the Mountains?"
"Nothing, not even the best and noblest, can go on as it now is. Nothing, not even what is lowest and most bestial, will not be raised again if it submits to death. It is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. Flesh and blood cannot come to the Mountains. Not because they are too rank, but because they are too weak. What is a Lizard compared with a stallion? Lust is a poor, weak, whimpering whispering thing compared with the richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed."
So, am I willing to lose the Lizard?
I want the "richness and energy of desire which will arise" if I will but lose the Lizard.
Seek not for riches but for wisdom; and, behold, the mysteries of God shall be unfolded unto you, and then shall you be made rich. Behold, he that hath eternal life is rich. D&C 11
There is a man carrying a red lizard on his shoulder and the lizard is always whispering in the man's ear. The man is truly annoyed with the lizard and I would say that 98% of him wants to be rid of it.
In due season the man is approached by an angel who offers to rid him of the lizard. In fact he has the power to kill it, but only with the man's permission. Now the man is reluctant...in a way he clings to the companionship of the lizard even though the little runt only means him harm. The angel tries to persuade the man to let him kill the beast, but the man is frightened..."I'd need to be in good health for the operation. Some other day, perhaps."
"There is no other day. All days are present now."
"Get back! You're burning me. How can I tell you to kill it? You'd kill me if you did."
"It is not so."
"Why, you're hurting me now."
"I never said it would't hurt you. I said it wouldn't kill you. This moment contains all moments."
"Why are you torturing me? You are jerring at me. How can I let you tear me to pieces? If you wanted to help me, why didn't you kill the damned thing without asking me--before I knew? It would be all over by now if you had."
"I cannot kill it against your will. It is imposible. Have I your permission?"
Well at this point the lizard starts to chatter to the man pleading for his life and promising to behave and how unnatural it would be to live without him. Again the angel asks for permission and at last the man relents. He screams in agony as the little reptile is twisted and then flung.
Well, to make a long story a little shorter. The man is physically and spiritually transformed. Not only that, but the creature that tormented him is indeed killed, but then becomes a silvery white stallion. "The new-made man turned and clapped the new horse's neck. It nosed his bright body. Horse and master breathed each into the other's nostrils." The man thanks the angel, mounts the horse and they gallop away towards their divine destiny.
"Do ye understand all this my Son?" said the Teacher.
"I don't know about all, Sir," said I. "Am I right in thinking the Lizard really turned into the Horse?"
"Aye. But it was killed first. Ye'll not forget that part of the story?"
"I'll try not to, Sir. But does it mean that everything--everything--that is in us can go on to the Mountains?"
"Nothing, not even the best and noblest, can go on as it now is. Nothing, not even what is lowest and most bestial, will not be raised again if it submits to death. It is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. Flesh and blood cannot come to the Mountains. Not because they are too rank, but because they are too weak. What is a Lizard compared with a stallion? Lust is a poor, weak, whimpering whispering thing compared with the richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed."
So, am I willing to lose the Lizard?
I want the "richness and energy of desire which will arise" if I will but lose the Lizard.
Seek not for riches but for wisdom; and, behold, the mysteries of God shall be unfolded unto you, and then shall you be made rich. Behold, he that hath eternal life is rich. D&C 11
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Kirby: Fearfully watching for signs
by Robert Kirby
Salt Lake Tribune columnist
The tsunami that struck the Indian Ocean last week killing an estimated 150,000 people is easily the greatest natural disaster to occur in our lifetimes.
The event shocked even people who have seen a lot. Surveying the destruction, Secretary of State Colin Powell broke down and wept, saying, ''I've never seen anything like this.''
Seeing something they've never seen before is giving some people the idea that it's a sign. For them, it can only mean that the Lord has his foot in the door of the long-awaited Second Coming.
Without discounting the obvious anguish associated with the recent tsunami, let me be analytical enough to point out that this isn't the worst thing that has ever happened to the human race. It's only the worst thing in recent memory.
Things like this are not necessarily signs that the Lord is coming to get us, but rather proof that life on this planet is a precarious existence.
If this is a sign of the Second Coming, then it's been flashing for at least 2,000 years. An earlier ''sign'' was the A.D. 542 plague of Constantinople that killed 300,000 people in four months.
Worse, there was the great earthquake that hit China on Jan. 23, 1556, killing 830,000 people outright and who knows how many collaterally from disease, injury and starvation.
That was an accident. In 1642, river dikes were deliberately broken by Chinese rebel forces battling the Ming Dynasty. The subsequent flood drowned 300,000 people in and around the city of Kaifeng.
The Lord still hadn't shown up by 1727 when an earthquake flattened much of Tabriz, Iran, killing 75,000 people almost overnight. And since counting corpses was even less of an exact science back then than it is now, no one knows how many died in the outlying areas.
Eight years later, a diphtheria epidemic swept through New England, killing an estimated 80 percent of all children under the age of 10.
Closer to our time is the 1931 Yangtze River Flood that drowned immediately and starved or sickened to death soon thereafter approximately 3.7 million folks.
War, particularly in the Middle East, is mentioned as a sign of the times. A bad one is going on right now, though I doubt it's a sign. You have to go further back in time to see that this area has always been a mess.
Shortly before A.D. 1218, Genghis Khan solved his own Afghanistan problem by killing 1.6 million people in just six months. And he did it without smart bombs.
I'm not saying that the Second Coming isn't coming - only that watching for it doesn't make a lot of sense. Everyone on this planet is in the process of dying in some way.
Second-hand smoke killed 50,000 Americans last year. But because it was stretched over a year, nobody is calling it a sign of the times.
Instead of fearfully watching for signs that happen to other people, start paying attention to your own situation and take heart in the fact that you can do something about it. How we live is more important than how we die.
---
Salt Lake Tribune columnist Robert Kirby welcomes mail at 143 S. Main St., Salt Lake City, UT 84111, or e-mail at rkirby@sltrib.com.
by Robert Kirby
Salt Lake Tribune columnist
The tsunami that struck the Indian Ocean last week killing an estimated 150,000 people is easily the greatest natural disaster to occur in our lifetimes.
The event shocked even people who have seen a lot. Surveying the destruction, Secretary of State Colin Powell broke down and wept, saying, ''I've never seen anything like this.''
Seeing something they've never seen before is giving some people the idea that it's a sign. For them, it can only mean that the Lord has his foot in the door of the long-awaited Second Coming.
Without discounting the obvious anguish associated with the recent tsunami, let me be analytical enough to point out that this isn't the worst thing that has ever happened to the human race. It's only the worst thing in recent memory.
Things like this are not necessarily signs that the Lord is coming to get us, but rather proof that life on this planet is a precarious existence.
If this is a sign of the Second Coming, then it's been flashing for at least 2,000 years. An earlier ''sign'' was the A.D. 542 plague of Constantinople that killed 300,000 people in four months.
Worse, there was the great earthquake that hit China on Jan. 23, 1556, killing 830,000 people outright and who knows how many collaterally from disease, injury and starvation.
That was an accident. In 1642, river dikes were deliberately broken by Chinese rebel forces battling the Ming Dynasty. The subsequent flood drowned 300,000 people in and around the city of Kaifeng.
The Lord still hadn't shown up by 1727 when an earthquake flattened much of Tabriz, Iran, killing 75,000 people almost overnight. And since counting corpses was even less of an exact science back then than it is now, no one knows how many died in the outlying areas.
Eight years later, a diphtheria epidemic swept through New England, killing an estimated 80 percent of all children under the age of 10.
Closer to our time is the 1931 Yangtze River Flood that drowned immediately and starved or sickened to death soon thereafter approximately 3.7 million folks.
War, particularly in the Middle East, is mentioned as a sign of the times. A bad one is going on right now, though I doubt it's a sign. You have to go further back in time to see that this area has always been a mess.
Shortly before A.D. 1218, Genghis Khan solved his own Afghanistan problem by killing 1.6 million people in just six months. And he did it without smart bombs.
I'm not saying that the Second Coming isn't coming - only that watching for it doesn't make a lot of sense. Everyone on this planet is in the process of dying in some way.
Second-hand smoke killed 50,000 Americans last year. But because it was stretched over a year, nobody is calling it a sign of the times.
Instead of fearfully watching for signs that happen to other people, start paying attention to your own situation and take heart in the fact that you can do something about it. How we live is more important than how we die.
---
Salt Lake Tribune columnist Robert Kirby welcomes mail at 143 S. Main St., Salt Lake City, UT 84111, or e-mail at rkirby@sltrib.com.
Friday, January 07, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
If you ever want to undermine everything you are trying to become in life, go play ward basketball. I just lost every ounce of respect I have been working hard to build up over the last six months. No, I didn’t slam anybody into a fence, but I probably yelled with bulging eyes at the 215-pound rough boy that knocked me clean into the bleachers. Only four guys from our ward showed up. According to our rules, we don’t have to forfeit if we play four on five. They were five on the court, and seven deep. We were in dire trouble at the onset and I wanted to go home. If I had left, we would have automatically forfeited the game. I was trapped. Two minutes into the game, I go up for a rebound. Both hands on the ball, everything’s clean. Next thing I know, I’m hit in the face and flying backwards through the air. I land and slide along the floor with the 215-pounder. One of his giant, weight-bearing paws somehow winds up in my unoffending private quarters. Gasps and restrained laughter, no whistle.
In a desperate attempt to reclaim some dignity, I yelled “This has got to stop!” It was too late. All was lost. The worst part about it was the fact that I couldn’t leave. I leave, Haven ward forfeits, game over, poor sport. I suffered through four grueling quarters. Final score: Burton 53, Haven 25.
In five minutes, my head will be on my pillow. Perhaps sleep will dull the sting. Of course, all bets are off if I dream of heavy-handed gorillas.
S
In a desperate attempt to reclaim some dignity, I yelled “This has got to stop!” It was too late. All was lost. The worst part about it was the fact that I couldn’t leave. I leave, Haven ward forfeits, game over, poor sport. I suffered through four grueling quarters. Final score: Burton 53, Haven 25.
In five minutes, my head will be on my pillow. Perhaps sleep will dull the sting. Of course, all bets are off if I dream of heavy-handed gorillas.
S
I saw on my calendar that today is "Epiphany." Not knowing for sure what Epiphany is, I looked this up on a Christian web site:
"Epiphany is the climax of the Christmas Season and the Twelve Days of Christmas, which are counted from December 25th until January 5th. The day before Epiphany is the twelfth day of Christmas, and is sometimes called Twelfth Night, an occasion for feasting in some cultures. In some cultures, the baking of a special King's Cake is part of the festivities of Epiphany (a King's Cake is part of the observance of Mardi Gras in French Catholic culture of the Southern USA).
"In traditional Christian churches Christmas, as well as Easter, is celebrated as a period of time, a season of the church year, rather than just a day. The Season of Christmas begins with the First Sunday of Advent, marked by expectation and anticipation, and concludes with Epiphany, which looks ahead to the mission of the church to the world in light of the Nativity. The one or two Sundays between Christmas Day and Epiphany are sometimes called Christmastide. For many Protestant church traditions, the season of Epiphany extends from January 6th until Ash Wednesday, which begins the season of Lent leading to Easter. Depending on the timing of Easter, this includes from four to nine Sundays. Other traditions, especially the Roman Catholic tradition, observe Epiphany as a single day, with the Sundays following Epiphany counted as Ordinary Time. In some western traditions, the last Sunday of Epiphany is celebrated as Transfiguration Sunday."
The term epiphany means "to show" or "to make known" or even "to reveal." In Western churches, it remembers the coming of the wise men bringing gifts to visit the Christ child, who by so doing "reveal" Jesus to the world as Lord and King. In some Central and South American countries influenced by Catholic tradition, Three Kings’ Day, or the night before, is the time for opening Christmas presents. In some eastern churches, Epiphany or the Theophany commemorates Jesus’ baptism, with the visit of the Magi linked to Christmas. In some churches the day is celebrated as Christmas, with Epiphany/Theophany occurring on January 19th.
"Epiphany is the climax of the Christmas Season and the Twelve Days of Christmas, which are counted from December 25th until January 5th. The day before Epiphany is the twelfth day of Christmas, and is sometimes called Twelfth Night, an occasion for feasting in some cultures. In some cultures, the baking of a special King's Cake is part of the festivities of Epiphany (a King's Cake is part of the observance of Mardi Gras in French Catholic culture of the Southern USA).
"In traditional Christian churches Christmas, as well as Easter, is celebrated as a period of time, a season of the church year, rather than just a day. The Season of Christmas begins with the First Sunday of Advent, marked by expectation and anticipation, and concludes with Epiphany, which looks ahead to the mission of the church to the world in light of the Nativity. The one or two Sundays between Christmas Day and Epiphany are sometimes called Christmastide. For many Protestant church traditions, the season of Epiphany extends from January 6th until Ash Wednesday, which begins the season of Lent leading to Easter. Depending on the timing of Easter, this includes from four to nine Sundays. Other traditions, especially the Roman Catholic tradition, observe Epiphany as a single day, with the Sundays following Epiphany counted as Ordinary Time. In some western traditions, the last Sunday of Epiphany is celebrated as Transfiguration Sunday."
The term epiphany means "to show" or "to make known" or even "to reveal." In Western churches, it remembers the coming of the wise men bringing gifts to visit the Christ child, who by so doing "reveal" Jesus to the world as Lord and King. In some Central and South American countries influenced by Catholic tradition, Three Kings’ Day, or the night before, is the time for opening Christmas presents. In some eastern churches, Epiphany or the Theophany commemorates Jesus’ baptism, with the visit of the Magi linked to Christmas. In some churches the day is celebrated as Christmas, with Epiphany/Theophany occurring on January 19th.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Friday, December 24, 2004
Well it's Christmas Eve, and I have about 1,496 things to do to get ready. So what do I do? I start fishing around the Blogger site, looking at what other people have to say...
Actually, I'm here becasue I just spent 45 minutes plunging my kitchen sink. It's maddening I tell you. Plunge one side, the other side fills up. Plunge the other side and my dishwasher fills up. Liquid Plummer foam everywhere. Finally I got Sam to come over and plunge one side while I plugged the other side (and just immediately after draining the dishwasher). It seems to have worked. For now, anyway. I'm sure the extensive damage will reveal itself sometime next week. So Lois, no Bratzeli's this year. I'm too pooped.
After that fiasco, I decided to make myself a snack. Cristie's raw diet has rubbed off on me a little and I've been trying to consume more fruits and veggies. I bought a persimmon at the store. They are YUMMY, but I harldy buy them because their about the size of a tomato and can cost 1-2 $ a piece. This was acutally my second time eating one. So I sliced it, put it on a plate and took a bite. The most amazing thing happened to me! As I was chewing, My mouth filled up with cotton! The more I chewed, the more cotton I had in my mouth! The sensation was so real to me, that I ran to the mirror to see what was happening. After receiving no occular validation, I ran downstairs to google in order to find out if I've just poisened myself. (Note, I continued to consume yet another piece as I searched. I really like this fruit! And the cotton feeling was very fascinating to me.)
Here's what I now know, in case any of you should want to buy persimmon fruit. They originated in Japan (that's not the problem), and then they "migrated" to Korea, and eventually came to the US in the 1800s. There are quite a number of varieties, but can be grouped into 2 groups; the astringent group and the non-astringent group. If the fruit is of the astringent class and is eaten before it is ripe, then your mouth becomes a cotton factory. The fruit tastes okay initially, but then becomes bitter. It's kind of a cool feeling though...
ANYWAY, once I knew I wasn't going to have to spend Christmas in the ER, I started snooping through The Blogger. I found this funny site you should all check out. This Michael Paulus guy took various cartoons and drew their skeletons. It's pretty funny! Here's the link: (hopefully it will work)
http://michaelpaulus.com/gallery/character-Skeletons/Hello_Kitty_closed_site
Well, enough sitting around for me! Happy Christmas everyone!
Actually, I'm here becasue I just spent 45 minutes plunging my kitchen sink. It's maddening I tell you. Plunge one side, the other side fills up. Plunge the other side and my dishwasher fills up. Liquid Plummer foam everywhere. Finally I got Sam to come over and plunge one side while I plugged the other side (and just immediately after draining the dishwasher). It seems to have worked. For now, anyway. I'm sure the extensive damage will reveal itself sometime next week. So Lois, no Bratzeli's this year. I'm too pooped.
After that fiasco, I decided to make myself a snack. Cristie's raw diet has rubbed off on me a little and I've been trying to consume more fruits and veggies. I bought a persimmon at the store. They are YUMMY, but I harldy buy them because their about the size of a tomato and can cost 1-2 $ a piece. This was acutally my second time eating one. So I sliced it, put it on a plate and took a bite. The most amazing thing happened to me! As I was chewing, My mouth filled up with cotton! The more I chewed, the more cotton I had in my mouth! The sensation was so real to me, that I ran to the mirror to see what was happening. After receiving no occular validation, I ran downstairs to google in order to find out if I've just poisened myself. (Note, I continued to consume yet another piece as I searched. I really like this fruit! And the cotton feeling was very fascinating to me.)
Here's what I now know, in case any of you should want to buy persimmon fruit. They originated in Japan (that's not the problem), and then they "migrated" to Korea, and eventually came to the US in the 1800s. There are quite a number of varieties, but can be grouped into 2 groups; the astringent group and the non-astringent group. If the fruit is of the astringent class and is eaten before it is ripe, then your mouth becomes a cotton factory. The fruit tastes okay initially, but then becomes bitter. It's kind of a cool feeling though...
ANYWAY, once I knew I wasn't going to have to spend Christmas in the ER, I started snooping through The Blogger. I found this funny site you should all check out. This Michael Paulus guy took various cartoons and drew their skeletons. It's pretty funny! Here's the link: (hopefully it will work)
http://michaelpaulus.com/gallery/character-Skeletons/Hello_Kitty_closed_site
Well, enough sitting around for me! Happy Christmas everyone!
I'm so glad you blogged today Katie! MERRY CHRISTMAS to your darling little family. That picture of your boys is precious! We are all missing you, too. Lois, and I were talking about how it's just not the same without everyone there.
Mmmmm, your dinner sounds yummy! What wonderful memories you are creating.
Have a Happy Holiday, and give those boys some Christmas hugs from their cousins! We're doing memories tonight, and I'd love to read yours on the blog if you get the chance.
Mmmmm, your dinner sounds yummy! What wonderful memories you are creating.
Have a Happy Holiday, and give those boys some Christmas hugs from their cousins! We're doing memories tonight, and I'd love to read yours on the blog if you get the chance.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Thanks for the kind reviews regarding the new format. I thought the previous one was OK but Cristie hated it, which necessitated a hasty change. Actually, I wish I hadn't changed from the original. I can't find it in the available templates anymore!
We talked to Dave on the phone briefly on Sunday. He called to set up the time for the semi-annual call on Christmas Day. He sounds great. After we told him so, he said "well, I'm happy." It's a blessing to have a missionary serving and a huge blessing to hear he's happy.
My mother arrives for Christmas tomorrow. I t will be nice to have her; I'm sure she'll love being here for the family Christmas party Thursday night. She will have many, many stories to tell (re-tell).
It's cooled off here, but of course is nothing compared to what Katie, Danny, Nate, and Dave are experiencing. I like the cold weather. Increases my gratitude for shelter and a warm bed, not to mention the warmth a nice fire carries to my soul. A time to contemplate the experiences of the last year, a time to slow down a bit in Thanksgiving and in good will to all men. If it weren't for that confounded war.....
We talked to Dave on the phone briefly on Sunday. He called to set up the time for the semi-annual call on Christmas Day. He sounds great. After we told him so, he said "well, I'm happy." It's a blessing to have a missionary serving and a huge blessing to hear he's happy.
My mother arrives for Christmas tomorrow. I t will be nice to have her; I'm sure she'll love being here for the family Christmas party Thursday night. She will have many, many stories to tell (re-tell).
It's cooled off here, but of course is nothing compared to what Katie, Danny, Nate, and Dave are experiencing. I like the cold weather. Increases my gratitude for shelter and a warm bed, not to mention the warmth a nice fire carries to my soul. A time to contemplate the experiences of the last year, a time to slow down a bit in Thanksgiving and in good will to all men. If it weren't for that confounded war.....
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Dear Children. Last night I went to Farmington to visit my dad and brought home his book, "The Israel Barlow Story." I thought you would be interested to see how you are related...
Israel Barlow married to Elizabeth Haven
Pamela Elizabeth (third child, married to David Wilken Thompson)
Mary Theresa (fifth child who married Anson Bowen Call)
Cleo Afton (fourth child who married Nathan George Clark)
Nathan George (thirteenth child who married Bonnie DeAnn Peterson)
Cristie (first child who married Gerald Blaine Carter)
YOU!
YOUR CHILDREN.
For years I have been invited to reunion gatherings but had little idea as to how I was connected. Then at the last general conference Israel Barlow was used in a story by one of the general authorities and my curiosity led me to asking my dad some questions last night.
As Israel stated to his wife Elizabeth, "our children are our hope and glory in the Lord." I am certain that he is very pleased to be related to you. Almost all phases of the Church growth, the trials and drivings and tribulations were shared by him and his family. The fruition on which is still bearing sweet fruit.
Happy Sunday! My love to you all, mom
Israel Barlow married to Elizabeth Haven
Pamela Elizabeth (third child, married to David Wilken Thompson)
Mary Theresa (fifth child who married Anson Bowen Call)
Cleo Afton (fourth child who married Nathan George Clark)
Nathan George (thirteenth child who married Bonnie DeAnn Peterson)
Cristie (first child who married Gerald Blaine Carter)
YOU!
YOUR CHILDREN.
For years I have been invited to reunion gatherings but had little idea as to how I was connected. Then at the last general conference Israel Barlow was used in a story by one of the general authorities and my curiosity led me to asking my dad some questions last night.
As Israel stated to his wife Elizabeth, "our children are our hope and glory in the Lord." I am certain that he is very pleased to be related to you. Almost all phases of the Church growth, the trials and drivings and tribulations were shared by him and his family. The fruition on which is still bearing sweet fruit.
Happy Sunday! My love to you all, mom
Thursday, December 02, 2004
I thought it was time for a new look. Maybe it will inspire a new entry or two.
It's pretty sad around here tonight. Lizzy is still grieving for her precious little Violet. Ali and her girls visited tonight with a sweet card and brownies. And Katie, thanks for your calls last night. It means a lot to have such support.
Joe spent last night puking his guts out with the latest edition of the stomach flu to be making the rounds. I'm wondering who will next be stricken....
It's pretty sad around here tonight. Lizzy is still grieving for her precious little Violet. Ali and her girls visited tonight with a sweet card and brownies. And Katie, thanks for your calls last night. It means a lot to have such support.
Joe spent last night puking his guts out with the latest edition of the stomach flu to be making the rounds. I'm wondering who will next be stricken....
Friday, November 12, 2004
Dear Family: Last night for enrichment we had a woman come and recite some poetry and tell of the life of
Edna St. Vincent Millay. There was magic in the room as lyrics of beauty filled the air. Here is a piece I found
on the net today.
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me,-I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
Following Care along the dusty road,
Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;
Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand
Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long
Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;
And now I fain would lie in this long grass
And close my eyes.
Now, as a change of pace ...CONGRATULATIONS! to Danny. I enjoyed checking out your new place of employment and it looks like quite the opportunity. We are so happy for you.
My love to you dear ones...be safe and floss. mom xox
Edna St. Vincent Millay. There was magic in the room as lyrics of beauty filled the air. Here is a piece I found
on the net today.
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me,-I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
Following Care along the dusty road,
Have I looked back at loveliness and sighed;
Yet at my hand an unrelenting hand
Tugged ever, and I passed. All my life long
Over my shoulder have I looked at peace;
And now I fain would lie in this long grass
And close my eyes.
Now, as a change of pace ...CONGRATULATIONS! to Danny. I enjoyed checking out your new place of employment and it looks like quite the opportunity. We are so happy for you.
My love to you dear ones...be safe and floss. mom xox
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