Oh, it is not that cold of a day for winter here, but sometimes you feel it more than others. Today the sky is a washed out grey and snow is spitting from time to time and the wind is up a bit. So I got in into my head to build a rip-roaring fire.
Sydney sought out a couple of afghans and nudged them onto the floor and lay down on them. Still, I don’t think he felt his spirits lift very much:
As for the rest of us, here are a couple folks like to pick up and toss over their shoulders:
Sydney and I are alone in the house. No other person is here.
Today when I went over to the nursing home, Emory wasn’t feeling like eating any lunch at all and was going to nap, so Kathryn and I took advantage of the sunny day to go to the old St. James Restaurant in Avilla. I hadn’t planned on going and had on worn jeans and an old sweatshirt and shoes with paint on them. The waitress suggested we might want a table that was tucked in a hallway, but I said, “No, this is a special time and we want to be in the front room with the mural.” And so we were.
The mural:
Kathryn:
As for me, I need to spiff up.
I think Summer may be a HABOOB. Maybe this video of a haboob from weather.com will play here.
Last week I cited this article about a family with autism in this POST. I would like to see frequent updates to learn if the last paragraph in the aricle is still applicable. This paragraph:
In other words, one week of intervention therapy has done more than simply give Marissa some rules to follow and the household some much needed quiet. It has brought this once-divided family back together.
I don’t think the original article made it clear how long the interval was between the five-day- therapy and the determining of that concluding paragraph. It would be interesting to know.
I found an email in my box about Nikki – she has Ewing’s Sarcoma and I’ve been following her CarePage for over a year. Make a Wish has arranged for her to go to Hawaii, but can only provide a coach seat. Her dad is willing to do anything to get her an upgrade to first class where she would be much more comfortable. So far he has not heard back from United Airlines.
He is asking for a little help to get the friendly sky people to respond and a little help from anyone who can make it easier for Nikki.
Nikki’s CarePage has information and the story of her two-year rugged journey.
UPDATE: United Airlines has provided Nikki and her mother with first class tickets. Her father announced it on the CarePage.
President’s Day, so it is Monday and there is no school. The kids had a half-day on Friday. We are up this morning to take Der Bingle’s car in for brakes and then he will head back to Fairborn. No one else is up. Tomorrow at this time I will be dropping Summer off at middle school. I feel right now as if I am in limbo. But, then, my cough has hung on and I wouldn’t mind limbo if it weren’t going to end this day. A few days in a limbo hammock sounds okay, although you have to be careful not to turn on your stomach and wind up with your arms and legs dangling down through the holes.
I am in a grouchy mood this morning. Better set out flares.
Once upon a time in the land of California, dre Bingle and Quentin got piece of furniture, which for some reason, we call “the cube” instead of “the cubes”. It moved to Geogia and it came here and now it is going to Fairborn . . . in a car. That means dissembly.
Well, this much is left:
And here is Der Bingle realizing he needs metric allen wrenches to finish the job.
Now, while he is going to get some, his helper, Cameron has formed the subject of a photo I shall call
DECADENCE ON A BEAN BAG.
Oh, yeah . . . Here’s a handycam film from the tour in San Diego Bay. I, the am amazingly selfless grandma, stood in a strong wind for a tour I have been on repeatedly and filmed Navy ships just for Cameron. I came across it while looking for allen wrenches and stuck it in the DVD player; the picture quality is quite good.
Once when Quentin came home for a day, we stuck one of these little DVD’s in my computer, not realizing this was NOT meant to be done. Grandma Sarah was downstairs and we had to be very careful we didn’t make any noise while we walked around trying to shake the disc out.
So many things in life now we can do anytime thanks to electricity and rapid transportation, but there is this matter of the sunlight of the day. When it comes in a window, especially at a strong angle in the morning, it marches quickly, spotlighting things as it goes. You cannot say, “Well, I’m going to spend five minutes watching it reflect off something on a shelf.” It does not linger; you see it only for the short while it is there. And the next day, even if it is sunny, the light will not hit quite the same spots again.
This is the light as it hit berries and a tree sitting on a window sill opposite:
We have pictures taped up in nooks and crannies:
Der Bingle when he had more hair and was 24 or 25 or 26 and overseas.
Back around 1988 – Robert, Miss Alice and Daddy. (Robert Grismore)
About 1985 or early 1986 – Quentin and Daddy.