Sunday, April 27, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Locally our fault line is under the Mississippi river and runs near the U of Minnesota. That is where they are building the replacement bridge for the one that tumbled down last August. I am chosing not to worry, but there are a lot of things you could run with if you wanted to.
I got a call from friend Barb yesterday that their third granddaughter, Lucy, was born in Cleveland yesterday. They went into labor around 4am I believe. When was that earthquake again? 4 :37 AM? You don't suppose..... Anyway, beautiful Lucy arrived safely. Life goes on. Babies are born. Children grow up. We live our lives hopefully enjoying the moment and hopeful for the future.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Dealing with trust vs. worry means changing ingrained habits. It means trusting God is there. Trusting He knows our needs and loves us. Trusting He will make a way.
The link is to a funny video. Maybe the answers are really that simple and clear. I think I will need a little more time.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
The early spring flowers were blooming and the grass was green and soft. The extensive gardens have an arboretum that even has a bamboo whispering garden. The paths through the bamboo (?) grove would be a delight for kids. When the ocean breezes blow you can hear the bamboo whisper. It was quiet when we were there but I imagine it is a lot like whispering pines.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
I'm using my frequent flyer miles to go to Boston tomorrow. All that was available in a time I wanted when I booked was a stopover in Indianapolis. Never been there. I expect a small airport which I like. The second leg of the trip is on a 50 seat jet. Yes, I checked to be sure it wasn't a prop plane. I did that once on a connection from Boston to Cape Cod and it was the only time I thought I was going to die. Bumpy, turbulent ride in a smaller prop. My daughter and I both got sick. I remembered my prayers before dying. We obviously didn't die, but I don't take small prop planes anymore.
The connecting airline is Pinnacle. The name inspires confidence. Doesn't that mean top? I want someone at the top of their game at the controls. For the first leg of the flight I am on NWA. They have had a few embarrassing episodes with their pilots flying while inebriated. We shall see how Pinnacle does. I might be close enough to keep a good eye on the flight crew. Besides, who every heard of terrorists highjacking a 50 seat link.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
During Easter break son, Andy, said he had finally walked up the Main Street steps without stopping. I set that as a goal and did it. I almost died at the top, but I did it. I even ran two blocks on the way back. Now I am ready to take on Boston, but not the Boston marathon! I am leaving Monday to visit an old friend who lives twenty miles from Boston. Jon will hold down the fort at home. We plan to tramp our way around the historic sites. If I remember correctly, the town is pretty flat. I don't think even Beacon Hill is too much of a hill. I have confidence. I have conquererd the Main Street steps.
My brother in-law Mike noted, if someone starts a sentence with the phrase "Bless her (or his) heart, but..... " gossip or negative stuff is sure to follow. I guess we'feel the need to soften harsh comments or we want to feel better about gossiping.
I think I can share this because neither this friend or her family read my blog. An old friend recently stayed with us for a few days. We have shared a lot of good and bad times. Bless her heart, she is a warm, fun, energetic person but... she drives me crazy when I eat out at a restaurant with her. She is a waitress' worst nightmare.
Monday we had OUR LAST spring snowstorm. We had spent the afternoon with her sister and sister in-law playing cards. I called Jon to ask him to start dinner. Driving near our area, we found all the stop lights were out. No power. No power at home. No dinner. There was a favorite restaurant of hers that we had not been to. Good time to go. I called, and they said they had power. Come on down.
The name will change to protect the guilty. Sally started by asking for a dark beer. The waitress read the list of dark beers on tap. She wanted samples. Okay. Still acceptable.
In the background music softly played. Sally asked the waitress what CD was playing. She didn't know. "Could you look?" she said. The waitress tried only to say there were six CDs on the stack and she didn't know which one it was. Not deterred, Sally asked if she could try to find out what that song was that was playing. Another trip for the waitress. The answer was negative. No one knew. Are you getting the picture?
Next Sally asked if there were any CDs of this German music for sale. The waitress came back with a CD of German music. The price $12. About what you would pay anywhere. By now Jon and I cannot make eye contact. The CD is German music sponsored by the Paulaner Beer Co. I think the waitress knows this game. Possible this was a freebie from the beer distributor? No way this customer is getting it free!
We ordered appetizers. Sally wanted herring. We didn't share. We hate herring. She got the "doggie bag". The dish had been garnished with apples which she had eaten. She asked for more apple slices for the take home portion.
We ordered dinner. More substitutions. More requests. She had the waitress take a couple pictures of us. I try to "group my requests" of the waitstaff. Sally will ask for more bread. When that comes she asks for more butter. She wants lemon in her water. When that comes she wants more salad dressing etc. Wears them out. None of this behaviour is wrong. We all do some of it some of the time. Sally does all of it all of the time.
I don't usually have soup when I dine with her. Don't want to get the bowl the waitor spit in. Did I mention we always overtip our waitor/waitress?
Friday, April 4, 2008
The MOM in Stillwater: "Subject: We aren't a blended family, but are mixed up.
"I just read The Old Woodchopper's account of buying his fourth wall-mounted can opener during his marriage. I have no idea how many can openers we have purchased the last 40 years, but we are still on our original blender. My husband gave it to me almost 40 years ago, when I was 'a little pregnant.' It just keeps humming along, and gets a lot of use these days making whey protein shakes and smoothies or margaritas. Our daughter Mary recently offered to give me a new one, but I declined. I think this wonderful machine will be good for the duration.
"Getting a blender for my first Mother's Day present was a portent of things to come. [Bulletin Board teases: Most portents are!] I have gotten my share of toasters, fry pans and even toilet seats as gifts from the prince. (In his defense, they are usually coupled with a more romantic gift, like perfume.)
"Can I mention the brand name of the blender? It starts in an O. The gift that keeps on giving."
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
The MOM in Stillwater ("patiently waiting for the meltdown"): "I also love hearing more songbirds now that it is spring. (Is it really spring?) Recently I have been getting outside for long walks between snowstorms. You hear more chirping birds. Red-winged blackbirds are back.
"Yesterday, as I sat reading, I heard a duck quacking. It sounded like it was by the front of the house. We have had ducks come into our yard in past years, from the pond in the park across the way. When I looked, I didn't see a duck. Later I heard it again and still couldn't spot it. This happened repeatedly, leaving me puzzled until I realized it was coming from my husband's computer. He has an animated cuckoo clock on his home page that measures quarter-hours with quacking. Foiled. No nesting mother duck behind the bushes by the house. I guess the ducks know springtime is a little off in Minnesota this year.
"I may have to settle for virtual spring."