Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 29, 2007
I imagined son Dan in the gray looked like the school teacher, his wife Jen the milliner, grandson Zach the child evangelist, I am the banker's wife and Mr. Peanut is the banker. Granddaughter Mina (in pink) is the teacher's pet who will become a famous poet. Son Dave with the beard is the blacksmith, Andy in the light brown hat the riverboat gambler, son in-law Mike the saloon keeper, and daughter Mary a rebellious Eliza Doolittle. I think she is in the wrong story.
Happy New Year from family.
I won a drawing at Curves; the prize was a beautiful black and lavender Curves clothing pants and stretch top. I LOVE anything purple. I even loved it before the Red Hat ladies and their purple outfits were popular. My aunt Lu often wore lavender and since I loved my aunt Lu maybe that is the explanation. The outfit is a size medium, a far cry from what I used to wear and it fits. However, I do have a little midrift bulge that five pounds off should cure. Wish me luck.
Before the snow I was walking outside, running my errands to stores and the library on foot. The snow and ice sent me back to walking indoors at the track. I have a friend who meets me three times a week to walk an hour. That did not satisfy me. I now go over around 6:30am and sometimes walk a couple hours or more. I don't like walking by myself very long so I have been talking to strangers and partnering-up to make the time pass faster. Yesterday was great. I met three senior citizens who were extremely friendly. One even plays cribbage and I am invited to a game at her apartment next week. What a wonderful world. I have a new 85 yr old darling who not only walks fast but plays cards. One of the "younger" women (only in her 60's) is longtime friend of my brother in-law Mike's sister Phyllis's late husband Ralph's sister's wife who lives just up the street from us. So you see I am making new connections. Bet you had to think about that last one. Another of the women is in research at a transplant lab at the U of Mn. Interesting people. Life is good.
He promised even a cup of water given in His name would not go unnoticed. I hope He had a good time watching children around the world open presents on His birthday.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Redneck humor. Try to follow this line of thought.
I tried to fall back to sleep. I tried. Isn’t this the time of year when we should have visions of sugar plums dancing in our heads? I couldn’t imagine what a sugar plum looked like and certainly couldn’t dream of one. My mind wouldn’t shut down again. I pondered the thought that my college-aged son was still out at a local watering hole meeting other college kids home for the holidays. He is the night owl. I am the early bird.
I envisioned the actress in the Lunesta commercial in drugged sleep while the luminous green butterfly flits around her room. I carefully opened one eye. No butterflies. No reason not to sleep except perhaps I am having these strange thoughts and I need to write them on my blog. Poor you. You get the good with the bad in this online diary.
We are having our family photo taken today at 10:00. We are wearing costumes and doing it at one of those Old Tyme Photo places. You will recognize me. I will be the one with the raccoon eyes. (lack of sleep) Now that is a different animal and the musings of a different night. Good Night All.
Friday, December 21, 2007
For SAINT PAUL, MN. 55101Friday December 21, 2007Fog. Chilly.Temperature ... 33ºApparent Temperature ... 17ºHumidity ... 88% Winds ... S at 13mph Visibility ... 4
Weekly Detailed Forecast
Today ... Haze. High of 37º. Low tonight of 26º
Saturday ... Low clouds. High of 28º. Low tonight of 26º
Sunday ... Partly cloudy. High of 17º. Low tonight of 9º
Monday ... A mixture of sun and clouds. High of 20º. Low tonight of 6º
Tuesday ... A mixture of sun and clouds. High of 25º. Low tonight of 12º
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
E-mail: "I am SO grateful to The MOM in Stillwater for providing that Universal Christmas Letter template! I jumped right on it and got'er done, and I just had to share it with you all:
"Dear Family and Friends,
"Greetings from the Wildcat family. 2007 has been a nother year for us. In desperation all of us traveled to the Twilight Zone. We flew on heavy medication. While we were there, we visited sanity. The shopping was great, and we purchased our first tranquilizers.
"The bills are growing up too fast. The Dog lettered in Carpet Puking. Uncle Bob is progressing nicely in prison and will perform a concert with The Sons of Johnny Cash. All of them made the honor roll.
All of them are considering trying out for the Olympic team. Not a single person in our family is especially gifted academically and wants to be a doctor. The snowplow driver wants to become a scientist and solve global warming. Johnny ('Judy') placed first in her first pageant. She hopes to continue on the pageant tour and compete for college scholarships. His/her application for toilet scrubber was accepted at Harvard and Yale.
"Sister Martha was promoted and is now senior Guinea Pig with Preparation H. I have been taking classes at night in Meth Labbing. I hope to open my own business selling online next year. Our financial advisor told us to diversify our portfolio, so we are looking at investments in seat covers for both vehicles. Our new QVC Full Line Cosmetic Kit will be tax deductible, as 'Judy' picks up clients at the airport with it.
"We plan to move next year and are talking to architects about building a new double-wide trailer home. We want the design to meet all of our desires. 'Mrs. Fantasy' wants a pool. We laughingly tell the 'architect' our son also needs room to store his vintage autos. We definitely will want bars on the windows in this neighborhood. I'll let you know when we have taken possession so you can visit us. We are planning a guest suite.
"My ex and family visited this summer. All of us had such fun catching up on each other's lives and playing tag using .44 magnums.
"August was our Bellevue Asylum reunion. Dad was class president so his special brand of psychotic delusion was on the organizing committee. We took a group of old friends out on the yacht.
"Hope your holidays are special.
"The Wisconsin Wildcat"
Sunday, December 9, 2007
One more day. We have been looking forward to 78 to 83 degrees and sunshine. Online weather forecasts for midweek in Ft. Myers? 95 ! I know, I know, quit whining. We will suffer through it and might have to actually go in the water at the beach or our pool.
Both of us may suffer withdrawal symptoms from lack of a computer. I had better keep an eye on Jon. He has recently been telling me what a good idea it would be for ME to get a laptop. I wonder how far we will be from an electronics store.
Keep warm. See you in a week.
This is what Steven Foster wrote about:
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
December 7th. It is 66 years since our fleet was attacked at Pearl Harbor and thousands of servicemen killed. I grew up with my parents talking about it like it had happened recently. It had. Hard to believe it has been over six decades.
When America was attacked in 1941 young Americans quickly answered their country's call to arms. When America was attacked on 9/11, American men and women again stepped up to volunteer. We owe them a huge debt. So many have been wounded. Some laid down their lives. All who serve offer themselves for us and country. Thank you servicemen and women.
I received the following poem from friend Joan. I did not write it.
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, "I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Jolly Old St. Nicholas
Lean your ear this way,
Don’t you tell the Enquirer
What I’m going to say.
Christmas Eve is coming soon
Now my dear old Santa
These are all our wishes and
Some we hope you grant, ah.
Jenny wants the plasma set
Wouldn’t that be jolly?
Mikey wants a Blue Ray, yet
Mary thinks its folly.
Andy wants a brand new car
Dave to win the lotto
Mom thinks all have gone too far
It’s more than Santa’s got, Oh--
Guitar Hero tops the list
Of games the teens now play
Sleds, and books and skates
It seems really are passé.
Danny thinks the rest of us
Have desires too imperial
His request I like the best
A box of junk food cereal.
When the clock is striking twelve
And we’re tucked in safe from harm
Down the chimney you will come
Setting off the burglar alarm.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
THE UNIVERSAL CHRISTMAS LETTER
Dear Family and Friends,
Greetings from the ______________ family. 20__ has been a ___________ year for us.
In ___________ all of us traveled to ___________. We flew on ______________
While we were there, we visited _______________. The shopping was great and we purchased our first ______________.
The _______________ are growing up too fast. __________ lettered in ____________.
_____________ is progressing nicely in ______________ and will perform a concert with _____________. All of them made the honor roll. All of them are considering trying out for the Olympic team. _________________ is especially gifted academically and wants to be a doctor. ______________ wants to become a scientist and solve global warming. ___________ placed first in her first pageant. She hopes to continue on the pageant tour and compete for college scholarships. __________ was accepted at Harvard and Yale.
_____________ was promoted and now senior _________ with ___________. I have been taking classes at ____________ in ___________. I hope to open my own business selling online next year. Our financial advisor told us to diversify our portfolio so we are looking at investments in ___________. Our new Maserati will be tax deductible as _________ picks up clients at the airport with it.
We plan to move next year and are talking to architects about building a new __________________. We want the design to meet all of our desires. ___________wants a pool. __________ needs room to store his vintage autos. ___________ want ______________. I’ll let you know when we have taken possession so you can visit us. We are planning a guest suite.
My _________ and family visited this summer. All of us had such fun catching up on each others lives and playing _____________.
August was our ___________reunion. ___________ was class president so __ was on the organizing committee. We took a group of old friends out on the yacht.
Hope your holidays are special.
7 days until Florida. I have felt okay about "going to the beach" because the gulf coast is known as a haven for the older set. Yesterday's travel section of the the Sunday paper was about Ft. Myers Beach. Apparently the north end of the island where we are staying is known more for attracting a younger beach crowd. I am hoping that is not true in December. This is not spring break time or even Christmas holiday time yet. Wish me luck. I may be 80# less but still 62. Too many numbers.
42 - 10. Heh, how about them Vikings? I am definitely a fair weather fan and now starting to get interested. It is more fun to have them start the season lousy and finish well than the other way around.
6 inches of snow fell over the weekend. Everything is clean and white. I love watching for the bunny tracks in our yard. I miss the kid tracks in our back yard. The northeast is getting blasted with a Monday am snowstorm. That does make a mess during commute to work. 20 inches is expected in the higher elevations in northern New England. Then, I think I heard that forecast here too. Weathermen get a little carried away with their predictions.
22 days until Christmas. Our tree is up and some indoor decorations in place. I never did get around to putting up any outdoor lights. Maybe it will warm up a little and I will do that later.
Without number; the things I am grateful for this year.
7 x 70: the friends and acquaintances who need a hug or word of encouragement this year. We know so many people who are experiencing trials and pain this year. One dear lady who will bury her week old grandson tomorrow, another with a depressed and sick daughter, others with a child going through a divorce, hospitalizations, accidents with injuries. The stores are festivally decorated masking the pain many have in their lives facing a cheerful season when they do not feel cheerful. So, I guess it doesn't matter if the Vikings win nor lose. It doesn't matter if I am fat or thin. It doesn't matter if our bushes have lights on or not. It doesn't matter if our commutes to work are slowed by snow. What does matter is giving an encouraging word or hug to someone who may not be feeling like they can face Christmas. May His peace be with all of us.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
This is a rerun of our "Jon and Jane at the Pearly Gates" picture. We took it last July @ St. Peter, Mn's public display of questionable public spending. Jon thought we should use it on our Christmas card. Plans have changed. Expect a picture of us at the beach with a "wish you were here caption". Eight more days until Ft. Myers!!
It has been a cold week in Lake Wobegon. We were jolted into winter with wind chills in the -15 degree range and 6 inches of snow yesterday. One night, while we cuddled before falling asleep, Jon remarked this was like we would be cuddled (or perhaps huddled ) together in our columnbarium. Our columnbarium is in a stone wall out on the prairie in central Minnesota. It didn't seem like it was going to be warm and cozy to me. The first words out of my mouth, "It will be colder than hell there." That is kind of a good thing--colder than hell, I mean. With our planned cremation, at least we will be getting a warm sendoff. When we were at the Mall of America last week I stopped at the "As Seen On TV" shop and bought a space bag to store our goose down comforter. They are over-priced, but at least you do not have to pay shipping and handling when you buy at the store. Maybe we can compress that comforter in the space bag and have our kids stuff it in the space in our columnbarium. Maybe you can take it with you.
Saturday, December 1, 2007