Saturday, December 31, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Robert
Today was the day that our sweet Robert went into a home. “Home” being a euphemism for “not home.” I suppose the right thing to do would be to call Joy and ask her how it went, but I am weak of heart and not sure that I am ready to hear the details. I just heard from Robert’s son that after visiting a home (maybe the very home in question) he asked Joy, “If I am good, can I stay here and play with my friend?” That is, he wanted to stay at his real home with his friend (assistant/caregiver) Justin.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
A few Christmas Observations
Noah, my great nephew or grandnephew – I am not sure which – open’s every present with a gasp and says, “Oh, my very own clothes,” or “Oh, my very own Robot.” When he gets something and doesn’t know what it is he gasps and says, “Oh, my very own ‘this’.”
My niece and nephew were bathing yesterday afternoon and the nephew said, laughing, “I have my finger in my butt.” My mother told them that they should not talk that way. The niece said, “We are in the bathroom. It’s okay to talk like this in the bathroom.” I suppose she was thinking of potty talk.
Make that two Christmas observations.
My niece and nephew were bathing yesterday afternoon and the nephew said, laughing, “I have my finger in my butt.” My mother told them that they should not talk that way. The niece said, “We are in the bathroom. It’s okay to talk like this in the bathroom.” I suppose she was thinking of potty talk.
Make that two Christmas observations.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Breakfast
Friday, December 09, 2005
Pen Yan
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Sea Horse
When I was your age I loved the smell of the gas/oil burning when a motor like this was running. They say smell is a strong memory trigger and this time I think they are right. Once, when I was about 6 years old, I fell asleep in class and woke up to what I thought was an outboard motor running. I lifted my head from my desk and realized I was in school and that the motor I had heard was from a passing car. I hated school and loved summer. I still love summer.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Ivy Leaguer
I’ve got this friend whom I’ve known for years and one day he was talking to me about how great the school I went to was: great tradition of education, old, famous, ivy covered walls. I finally asked him what school I went to. He said Harvard. I had to break it to him that I did not go to Harvard. Then I told him that it is a good thing I didn’t go to Yale either or I’d be offended. Then a couple of years later, I heard him talking to his girlfriend about me and the fact that I attended Harvard. I guess he forgot. This time I figured, “no harm no foul,” and let it stand. It could be just me but I feel I get more respect from the two of them than I would if I hadn’t gone to Harvard.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Winter
It is so cold here in the Midwest that there is almost no temperature. At least that’s what I heard on the news: the temperature is near zero (with wind chill). To me the colder it gets the more temperature there should be because the cold is such a physical thing. I feel like I am walking through a lot of degrees in Milwaukee and Chicago when there is almost no temperature.
Click for a taste of spring.
Click for a taste of spring.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Thursday, December 01, 2005
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