Privacy, or the Lack Thereof!


Good morning Everyone!

Newfound Gap

Kayla, this Thanksgiving in the Smoky Mountains

By a show of hands, how many of you out there who have children love them?

Hands Lifted

Hands voting, from Print Shop Professional 2.0

That’s what I thought; me too.

dog, kitchen, pets

Darwin and Mandy in the kitchen

Again by a show of hands, how many of you who have dogs love them too?

Show of hands

Show of hands

Almost as many, but I can tell there are just a few of you that put up with the dog(s) in consideration of your significant other, or your children.  That’s cool; at least you understand the bond between dog and owner.

dog, sofa

Could you leave this face outside?

For those of you who have dogs, how many of you have indoor dogs?  (An indoor dog is defined as a dog that spends a substantial part of his or her time inside the house with the family.)

Again, not as many; whether to keep a dog indoors on a regular basis versus outdoors is somewhat of a controversial topic among dog owners.  We have always kept our dogs indoors; that allows them to be more part of the family, but other people feel it is kinder to the dog to keep it outside where it has more room.  In addition, some dogs, like farm dogs and other working dogs, might even prefer to be left outdoors.

Arrow, right

Okay, now for those of you who have children and/or indoor dogs, how many of you miss the days when you could take a shower or spend time in your bathroom with ultimate privacy and no interruptions?

Hands Lifted

Hands voting, from Print Shop Professional 2.0

Me too.

Yesterday, I was taking my morning shower in the “master” bathroom.  In our new house, the “master” bathroom is so-called simply because it is connected to the master bedroom.  (In the United States, the master bedroom is the biggest bedroom in a house.)  It is a postage stamp sized room with a shower, and with the door shut, the shower running and the fan on , you simply cannot hear anything else going on in the rest of the house.

Shower

From Print Shop Professional 2.0

So, to return to my tale, yesterday I was taking my shower, enjoying the warm steamy water and the relative quiet, when after a while I became aware of a rhythmic banging coming from somewhere else in the house.  Since it was only myself and Kayla and the dogs in the house, and the dogs not possessing hands with which to bang that hard, it didn’t take much deduction to realize that Kayla was trying to get my attention for some reason.  Not being in a condition to traipse out of the shower at that precise moment, I had to scream, at the top of my lungs, that I was in the shower and couldn’t hear anything so I needed her to come into the bedroom and crack the bathroom door to tell me what she needed.  (Tres elegante, no?).

Elegance, flowers, green background

Elegance

She started to open the door, and as soon as she did, I said, rather sharply, “What Kayla?”  Rather than speaking she started to close the door.  I took a deep breath to calm myself and in a more even tone told her I wanted to know what she needed.  The door then swung fully open so that I could respond to the great emergency.

Door Opening, from Print Shop Professional 2.0

What was it?  She wanted to know if she had put too much detangler in her hair.

Sigh.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Thoroughly Thoreau


Good morning Everyone!

My Side of the Mountain

From Amazon.com - The Book Cover

I was driving Kayla to school last week, when suddenly she asked me if I had ever heard of a book called My Side of the Mountain.  I told her “no” at first, but then after she described it for a minute or two, I realized that I had read it in elementary school (lo these many years ago) and that it had been one of my favorite books.  She really liked it too, so she and I had the fun of discussing a favorite book together.

Catskill Mountains

An overview of the Catskill Mountains from en.wikipedia.org

Of course, she was much more familiar with it than I was, having read it the prior week, while it had been at least 37 years since I read it, but still I remembered a good portion of it.  In the book, a young boy (I don’t remember his age, but he is either a tween or in his early teens) runs away from home to go live in the wild in the Catskill Mountains.  He makes a home for himself – in a large tree, if I remember correctly – and has a pet falcon and gets to know many of the animals in the area, as well as having some incredible adventures.  He manages to stay there about 2 years before he finally is discovered by the public and then decides to go home.

While he is in the wild, he meets a hiker one day who has gotten lost.  The hiker is an English professor, who gives the boy a nickname.  Kayla told me that the nickname was “Thorough” and then got very thoughtful.  She added, after a minute, “I think it was because the boy cooked his food so thoroughly.”

Henry David Thoreau

A photograph of Henry David Thoreau

After a hasty cough on my part to help swallow a laugh, I gently suggested that perhaps she had heard the word wrong, and the nickname was in fact “Thoreau,” based upon the Thoreau who lived in a cabin on a pond in Massachusetts.

Walden Pond Thoreau

A photograph of Walden Pond, from a post by Mike Dash on blogs.forteana.org

She said, “Well, maybe so.”  Then she brightened up and added, ” But at least that wasn’t on the test!”

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Speaking Southern


Good morning Everyone!

The subject of speaking Southern came up in our house a couple of days ago because we addressed Tyra by one of her nicknames, Tyra Belle.  According to Webster’s, the word “bell” is a single syllable, but anyone down here in the South is aware that if spoken correctly, “bell” consists of two syllables “be-ell.”  However, it is possible, if speaking extreme Southern, to stretch the word out into three syllables – “be-uh-ell.”  We know this because we heard Kayla do exactly that.  This lengthening of words is one reason why the Southern American accent is also known as the Southern drawl.

Southern American English is spoken generally by natives in parts of Virginia, all of West Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky, Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina, the northern part of Florida, including the panhandle (the panhandle is also known here as “L.A.”, standing for “lower Alabama,” although I haven’t heard the phrase for a while), Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, Arkansas, Texas and probably Oklahoma.  I say probably Oklahoma because I haven’t had the chance to spend any time in the state.  As a general rule, neither Maryland nor Delaware natives have a Southern accent, even though they are technically below the Mason-Dixon line.

There are many regional variations, of course, and I lack the phonetics background to begin to describe them.  However, to give you a sense of the historic precedents involved in at least some variations, I will mention the Louisiana Cajun accent, one of the most distinctive Southern English variations.  The Cajun accent comes from people who are native to areas where the descendants of French Canadians who emigrated to Louisiana after England took over Canada sometime in the 1600 or 1700’s still live today.

All Southern English dialects are spoken slowly.  We don’t care to rush our words, partly because we generally feel that what we are saying is worth listening to and partly because at 98 degrees outside with 100% humidity, it’s just too hot to do anything quickly.

Another characteristic of Southern American English is the pronunciation of words like “you” – phonetically, it would sound like “yew” or rhyme with “chew.”  I think this was designed by God to teach all church music ministers in this area of the country humility – rare is the church concert indeed where at least one “yew” doesn’t slip through the cracks into the singing somewhere.

Southern American English is best known for its use of the word “y’all.”  “Y’all” is a contraction of the words “you all” and can be thought of as the second person plural.  Before those of you in other areas of the country start laughing at the use of the word “y’all,” you should perhaps stop and reflect upon whether “y’all” doesn’t sound a bit better than other variations from other regions, such as “you’s guys.”  Besides, it avoids our having to use “yew” too very often in normal conversation.

Southern American English also is known for its use of colorful colloquialisms.  The best colorful colloquialisms I have heard have been from a friend raised in Texas, and of course at this moment (5:51 a.m.) all of them have fled my mind.  One region wide expression worth sharing is “even a blind pig finds an acorn every now and then.”  This expression is used to describe the surprising success of an individual in a field of endeavor that he or she has little experience in (or is just plain rotten at.)

Regional colloquialisms abound as well.  In the areas of North Carolina where my husband and I lived when we were first married, children “trimmed” their pencils instead of sharpening them (although we still sharpen them here in Alabama) and if they missed the bus, they had been “bus left.”  In Alabama, if we are getting ready to go somewhere or do something, we might also say that we are “fixin’ to” do it, as in “I am fixin’ to have some ice cream.  Would y’all like some too?” Some of us “carry” people places, rather than drive them there.  I use “fixin’ to” and  “y’all” frequently, but haven’t picked up “carry” for driving yet.

Native Southern American English speakers can spot a non-native speaker a mile away.  This fact creates a great deal of frustration on the part of the South when actors try to manufacture a Southern accent without truly doing their homework.  There are movies Mark and I have cringed through due to the butchering of a Southern accent.  On the other hand, it is a real pleasure to listen to the accent when an actor gets it right.  One of the best Southern accents I have heard from a movie actor was Kevin Spacey’s accent in “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.”

I am not a native Southern American English speaker, although I have been progressively learning it for over 31 years now.  Anyone from any other region of the country would peg me as Southern, but as recently as two months ago, someone asked me, “You’re not from around here, are you?” because of the way I speak.  (Note:  To be “from around” a place translates to being born and bred at that place.) It was the first time in years someone had said that to me, but even so, he was exactly right.

From the most educated parts of our population down to the least educated parts of the population, we all speak a version of Southern American English.  In the South, we have an unfortunate predilection for displaying our least educated members on television or in the news, so the rest of you haven’t yet seen our college professors and rocket scientists who speak Southern, giving you a warped vision of what Southern American English can be.  And yes, we do have rocket scientists here in the Deep South, particularly in Huntsville, Alabama and Houston, Texas, where extensive NASA facilities are located.

One nice feature in Southern English is the phrase “bless her [or his] heart.”  You can get away with saying anything about anyone else as long as you say it in a gently compassionate voice, with a smile, and include the statement “bless his heart” somewhere in the sentence.  For example, the statement, “Bless his heart, John Smith is crazy as a loon,” is perfectly acceptable and taken as an expression of concern rather than derogation.

If you haven’t had the chance to spend some time down here, I strongly urge you to do so.  A week or two among the people of the South would be good for everyone in other areas of the country, both to give you a true sense of who we are, and to simply enjoy the different sounds of speech around you.  (The same is true for us in the South; it’s good for us to visit y’all, too.)  And, when you get ready to leave, don’t be surprised if someone says, “Y’all come back, you hear!”

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Catching Up


Hi Everyone!

I thought I’d use today’s post to catch you up on various happenings.  

First, many, many thanks to Bassa at Bassa’s Blog, who has awarded me the Just Kidding award.  Here is the link to the award post:  http://bassasblog.wordpress.com/2012/04/17/35-today/

Per Bassa, the award is given to “those who bring a smile and chuckle in our lives; or appreciate our humor and brighten our day with their posts.  They [Author’s note:  I assume “they” refers to the inventors of the award] said that to receive this award you need to have a good sense of humor, and appreciate others who like to have a chuckle or laugh with you.” There are no rules attached, either.  Simply receive it, and enjoy!  Still, since I can, I am going to award it to a couple of the blogs I read.

Bassa, the Caucasian Shepherd, when she was a puppy.

If they hadn’t already received it, I definitely would give the award to Bassa and her tall person for Bassa’s Blog.  Bassa is an 18 month old Caucasian Shepherd dog who lives in the city of Tbilisi in Georgia.  Bassa  and her tall person write about their adventures and share pictures from their walks in and around Tbilisi on the blog.  De and the little person round out their family, along with a new addition – Barnaby, a kitten they rescued and whom Bassa is training. 

A picture of the new-born lambs up at thekitchensgarden; they were born in the last day or so.

I also would check out Cecilia’s blog, TheKitchensGarden, where she shares her adventures on her and her husband John’s self-sustaining farm, recipes and stories from her past in New Zealand. 

Another fun blog is Kana’s Chronicles; Kana looks at the funny side of life, but spares no punches either.  It is a difficult line to walk to remain funny while staying unabashedly honest, but she walks it well. 

Sadie Lou, the Chesapeake Bay Retriever, at Just Ramblin'

Just Ramblin’  is another dog blog, replete with pictures of Miss Stella, a young Newfoundland, and Sadie Lou, a Chesapeake Bay Retriever.  It also is a blog replete with amazing photography; Just Ramblin’s author is quite a photographer! 

Miss Stella, the Newfoundland "pup" at Just Ramblin'

Oh, and you shouldn’t miss Lisa’s blog, The Big Sheep Blog, where she looks at the funny vignettes that arise in daily life from a sarcastic   smart aleck unique point of view.

 I am sure there are many more of you that deserve this award, so please forgive me if I have left you off the list.

The Sooty Tern Pastel

To turn to another topic, congratulations to Mark K. and  Lisa F. who won the drawing for my sooty tern notecards.  They will be mailed to you soon.  (My family will tell you that my normal definition of “mailing soon” ranges anywhere from three months to the current record of three years.  Actually, the three-year item never did get mailed; the relative it belonged to just came back to visit after three years and remembered to take the item home with her.  However, I will try to make it sooner than that for the winners.) 

Finally, our move is proceeding fairly well.  We have gotten the essential furniture and other items to our rental house, and are settling in.  I have taken Kayla back to her old school and picked her up two days so far, and have managed to survive getting up at 5 a.m. without too much trouble.  

Our New House

I have some pictures of our rental house before we moved into it I will share with you soon; anyone wanting pictures of the house once we are completely settled and set up the way we want will have to wait a while; there is quite a bit of arranging still to do. 

Tyra

Those of you interested in the dogs will be happy to know that Tyra has adjusted to the house in a way that is quite amazing.  It helps that the house is smaller than our old house, and that it is all one story with only two small steps that she needs to navigate. 

Darwin

This is Darwin’s first move with us as a family, and it has caused him a little anxiety.  Sunday, Darwin dived into the back of the Escape when we opened it to get something out, thinking we were going back to the old house.  Not wanting to be left behind, he refused to come out of the car.  I couldn’t coax him out, but Mark finally convinced him that it was okay to come out, since we were staying put.

Mandy, Our Husky-Basset Hound Mix

Mandy –  well, Mandy is happy about anywhere with only one small problem, which any dog owner will recognize.  Mandy requires specifically placed geographical locations to complete certain necessary biological functions.  Those spots, unfortunately, could not move with us to the new yard, although the grass in the new yard looks even better to me than the grass in the old yard did.  However, Mandy has not yet found anything in the new yard she is very comfortable with.  That problem should solve itself naturally quite soon. 

Bassa now, along with her kitten, Barnaby

And on that last indelicate note, I will say thanks again to Bassa and the tall person.  Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

Miss me?


Hi Everyone!

It’s been a while since I posted, the longest amount of time ever since I started writing this blog, and I just wanted you to know that I haven’t forgotten you, and miss you quite a bit; we are just in an exceptionally fluid time right now that is taking a lot of time and energy.  To give you a sense of what is going on, let me give you the approximate timeline:

(Warning:  Any hint of anything that sounds like whining is purely intentional – I have to let it out somewhere!; please ignore it)

1) Tyra goes suddenly blind.  Family (including Tyra) adjusts.

2)  Grandpa has heart attack on March 13; Dad, who was about 8 hours away and in the process of returning home from just spending a week in Illinois, turns back.

3) Thursday, March 15.  Mark goes to a job interview.

4) We get the good news that Grandpa is better, and is at home.  (March 17).  I talk to him and Dad that day.

5)  Monday, March 19 at 5:00 p.m.  We learn that Grandpa has died.

6) Tuesday, March 20 – I have doctor’s appointment, Mark has second interview for job.  Mom heads to our house so we can head up to Illinois for Grandpa’s funeral.

7) March 21 – 25.  Either traveling to, staying at, or coming back from, funeral in Illinois.

8)  Kayla has spring break.  March 26-30.  Mark gets job offer at new job in Georgia and accepts it.  March 26.  Mom stays for part of spring break to spend time with Kayla, which we enjoy very much.

9) Kayla goes back to school.  March 26.  Mark gives notice at his current job.  March 26.  We decide where we are going to live (which is in the town where I work) and I begin search for rental house.  (March 26 – 30.)  Put our house up for sale by owner.  (March 27.)

10) Saturday, March 31 .  Mark and Kayla come up to look at potential rental houses with me.

11) Monday, April 2.  We make a decision on a rental house; I start working on lease application and other details.  We plan the first move (some stuff to the rental house, some stuff to stay in our house).

12) Easter Weekend, from Thursday night through Monday – we go to beach.

13) Tuesday, April 10 – Mark starts new job in Franklin, Georgia.  Kayla and I are playing bachelorette for this week, with the three dogs to help us out.  We also are doing a little bit to get us ready to move some stuff to the rental house on Saturday.

14) April 10 – 11 – I get cable, phone and internet at new house set up; am still working on the utilities.

15)  In the meantime, I have been going to Physical Therapy to work on my Achilles tendons three times a week for the past two weeks.  Physical Therapy takes about 3 hours.

So, as you can see, it’s not that I have exactly been wasting my time frivolously; it’s just that I don’t seem to quite have enough hours in the day to accomplish what I need to get done!  Relief is on the horizon though; once we get moved at least partially to the rental house, one major task will be off our to do list, which always makes everything else more manageable.

Have a great day everyone!  I’ll find something more interesting to share with you tomorrow.

Nancy

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words….


Good morning Everyone!

What’s wrong with this picture?

Have a great day!

Nancy

51 Governments, and then some: Part I


Good morning Everyone!

I was talking last week to someone who recently had the chance to visit Armenia and some of the “stans” to the South of Russia, which used to be part of the Soviet Union but are now their own countries.  She had the chance to meet many individuals from those countries, and one day met an individual who felt great outrage at the decision of one Congressman to introduce a resolution supporting independence for a province in one of the countries in the region.  She had a very difficult time trying to get him to understand that, in this country, a Congressman really doesn’t need the approval of anyone else to introduce a resolution.  It was even harder for him to understand that one, non-voted upon resolution does not make a statement regarding the official foreign policy of the United States.  Apparently, at least in the country she was in, no bill is introduced unless “the party” (and I don’t exactly know what “the party” meant since I don’t remember the country in which this discussion occurred ) approves it first and expects it to become law.

My friend tried to explain to her friend that in the U.S., legislators can introduce anything they want, provided they follow the correct steps, and then the legislative body (in this case Congress) votes on whether it will become official.  Even then, it is not really an official foreign policy statement until the President, through the State Department, says it is.  That concept simply didn’t compute with her friend.

I was kind of glad that the conversation stopped there; just imagine the further confusion that would have resulted had the same resolution been introduced in one of the state legislatures.  FN.

To understand why, we are going to eavesdrop on a conversation between the great modern-day explorer and adventurer, Hester Ugg of Bowling Green, Kentucky and two acquaintances from various countries in the fertile crescent.

Ahmed:  I see where your country has decided to turn its back on ?istan after everything it did for you.

Hester, ignoring the fact that how much ?istan did or didn’t do for the U.S. remained to be determined:  What do you mean?

Vladimir, glowering:  Joe “Mint Julep” Smith introduced a resolution in the legislature that recognizes the independence movement in -istan’s province 3 be officially recognized.

Hester, knowing that there was no individual in the United States legislature named Joe “Mint Julep” Smith:  What are you talking about?

Ahmed shoves the paper in front of her, saying:  It says so right here.

Hester smothering a laugh as she reads the article:  Um, Ahmed, that’s not Congress, just a state legislature.

Ahmed:  What do you mean?  It’s the government, right?

Hester:  Yes, and no.  Technically, it is only the government for one state.  The state legislatures can’t speak for the United States.

Ahmed, sarcastically:  And how many governments do you have, then? 

Vladimir, interrupting:  Of course it can.  That’s what this article says!

Hester, apologetically:  Well, really, Vladimir, that article must have been written by someone who doesn’t know our government works. 

Ahmed, to himself:  I’m not even sure the Americans understand the way their government works.

Hester:  I heard that!

Vladimir:  How does it work, then?

Hester:  We have a federal government that speaks for the whole country, and state governments that speak for each of the individual states. 

Ahmed:  Your states are in the country, aren’t they?

Hester:  Yes, of course they are.

Vladimir:  The federal government, you say, speaks for the whole country, yes? 

Hester:  Yes.

Ahmed:  So why do you need any other governments?

Hester:  Because in my country, the federal government can only speak about some things, not all things, and those things that aren’t the federal government’s business are decided by the states.

Vladimir and Ahmed stare blankly at her.

Hester sighed.  Apparently, this was going to take some time…..

TO BE CONTINUED…..

Have a great day and weekend everyone!

Nancy

FN. (Constitutional purists out there, please ignore for a minute the fact that foreign policy is a federal function and just go along with me here; besides I am quite sure that some legislator in the great state of Alabama is capable of introducing a non-binding resolution urging Congress to consider some kind of statement supporting independence somewhere.)

Coal Tar and Cordless Phones


Good morning Everyone!

One of the joys (at least for a woman) of shampooing your hair is the way your hair smells once you finish.  The shampoo manufacturers, well aware of this, deliberately design their shampoos to have all kinds of interesting scents for their users.  Whether you like lavender mixed with freesia, or strawberry/passionfruit/banana or kiwi lime, there is a scent for you.  Unless….

I have a scalp condition (oh, heck, we’ll call a spade a spade or a rose a rose or however the saying goes and say dandruff) that recently has flared up and it was necessary last week for me to try something that corrects the condition more aggressively.  I decided to try a Neutrogena product, T/Gel.  While no scent was listed on the bottle, I didn’t really worry about it, although I did notice that the active ingredient was coal tar.  Knowing shampoo manufacturers, I was sure that there was enough other stuff in there to make it smell good anyhow.  Boy, was I wrong!  Let’s just say that without copious amounts of conditioner, people think an airplane tarmac is approaching before I round the corner.  Even with copious amounts of conditioner, the faint scent of Eau de Asphalt lingers around my hair for a day or so.  The only things I can say for it is 1) it does work very well and 2) you only have to use it twice a week.

Now on to cordless phones….

We have a phone system that provides us with three cordless phones.  The master unit is in the kitchen, and handset 1 sits on it.  Handset 2 sits on a charger in the den.  The third charger unit is in our bedroom on one of the bedside tables and Handset 3 is supposed to reside there.  The reasoning behind getting a system with three cordless phones was partly to make it  impossible to completely lose all three phones at any one time.

I am quite sure that reasoning works well for normal people, but for the talented disorganizer such as myself, it is a complete fallacy.  In just one or two phone calls, I can lose all three hand sets.  One day, as I searched in frustration for a phone to answer, the phones rang long enough for the answering machine to come on.  This was a plus, since at least I knew who to call back.  Then I went on a phone search odyssey, to finally discover Handset 1, which should stay in the kitchen, in our bathroom, Handset 2 buried under three pillows on the couch in the den (at least it was somewhere in the right room) and Handset 3 comfortably resting on top of the washer in the laundry room.  Even I had to stop for a second and marvel at the combination of absent-mindedness and disorganization that created that particular arrangement.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

High School Career Day Left A Lot To Be Desired


Good morning Everyone!

I find it is easier sometimes to access WordPress through Google Chrome, and as I was getting ready to sign in this morning, I looked at the latest product from the Google Doodlers, and realized that “Google Doodler” was not on the list of possible careers when I attended career day during high school.

Of course, neither Google, nor personal computers were invented when I graduated from high school, which might explain the absence.  However, other exciting career choices didn’t make the list, either.

Sunset over Key West

One example is travel show host.  If they had told me in high school that I could travel to lots of exotic and exciting places, take cruises, make regular trips to Disney World, tell people about it on TV and get paid for it, my career choices might have been very different.

I would have liked to know more about jobs like “Alaskan State Trooper.”  I probably wouldn’t have taken that route, but the show is pretty fascinating.  My husband wishes that he had known about jobs such as Alaskan bush pilot (I think that’s the right phrase).  He probably would have taken any job that allowed him to fly for a living in a sea plane between small towns, even if it meant living in the Arctic.  (And given the way Mark hates cold, that’s saying something!)   If he had known you could do it in tropical islands and make a living, we would be living somewhere like Tahiti now.

From Print Shop Professional 2.o

RV park inspector is another job that didn’t make the list.  As near as I can fathom the requirements of this job, an RV park inspector rides from RV park to RV park in some type of recreational vehicle, either a motor home or a trailer, and rates the park on given specifications either for the campground chain’s purposes or for publication in a campground guide.  We would be quite good at that.

Working at a local marina might be fun (I have to confess I didn’t know what a marina was until after high school; I knew what a port was, but didn’t have a conception of a marina – the casualty of a Navy family life geared to the ocean).

I did flirt with the idea of marine biologist, available on career day, but let the idea slide due to the fact that I didn’t think I could pay for graduate school (but then Mark and I ended up paying for me to go to law school at night!  Go figure.)

Writing has always been high on my list, and “writer” was a possible career discussed on career day, but the descriptions always included terms equivalent to “starving artist” which placed the job at a decided disadvantage.  It took me seven years after graduating law school to realize that I was writing for a living – granted, I was writing briefs for judges and lawyers to read, but I was writing.  “Starving artist” is not a term associated with what I do.  I also get to write this blog, which helps to stave off, even if it doesn’t completely satisfy, the creative writing urge in me.  I couldn’t make a living with the blog, but I certainly do enjoy writing it.

“Artist” wasn’t even a remote possibility, as I had no idea until two years ago that I had any modicum of artistic talent whatever.

There is always a bright side, of course, even to notable gaps in career day in high school and career choices by adults.  In my case, it is all the possibilities left for me as I decide what I want to be when I grow up!  At this rate, I expect I will be fully grown up when I reach the age of, oh, 90 or so.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy

P.S.  Thank all of you for your kind words and prayers regarding the death of my grandfather.  I appreciate them.

Grateful


My grandfather died yesterday.  I tell you this not to solicit condolences but so I can tell you a little about him.  Sometime later I will do a more comprehensive post, but here are some things you  may be interested to know.

He was 92 years old, and lived independently with just a little bit of assistance up until the very end.

He was born in 1919/1920 in Pasco, Washington.  No one who knew him from the time he was 18 forward would ever have guessed that he was born there, since he spent the rest of his life in the small town in Illinois where he met my grandmother, courted her, married her and raised their son, my father.  In the same town, he and Grandma created a paradise during the summer time for their three grandchildren when we came to visit, and spoiled us rotten.

Grandpa took three small girls under the age of 11 (1p, 8 and 6) fishing, and not only lived to tell the tale, but seemed to enjoy it.

At the age of six, Grandpa’s father decided the family had to return to Illinois from Washington to take care of his parents , so around 1925/1926, Great-Granpda, Great-Grandma, Grandpa’s two older sisters and Grandpa traveled by car from Pasco, Washington to Illinois.  Traveling by car those days was very different from today, and I can’t wait to write about it more in detail sometime.

There are a large group of cousins in Illinois who also think of Grandpa (and Grandma) as extra grandparents, too.  For years after Grandma and Grandpa retired, they took care of these cousins when school was out and the cousins’ parents had to work, or when the cousins weren’t feeling well and the parents had to work, and many times just because Grandma and Grandpa wanted the chance to have them over and watch them play.

Grandma and Grandpa were very excited when we adopted Kayla.  They both loved her dearly and did everything they could to let her know that.  Kayla loved them , too.

The computer age began in force when Grandpa was in his 70’s.  He got a computer and dived right in, becoming proficient with Facebook, e-mail, and scanning photographs and sending e-mails about them to all of his family scattered across the country.

With his computer, he did some work on genealogy, too, continuing a work his mother had started, and sharing the results with us, another story I will share with you one day.

He and Grandma had two dogs that I can remember.  They had Clyde, who was originally our dog, but who we had to give away when I was in 1st or 2nd grade to them because of a transfer to a place with base housing that didn’t take dogs.  Clyde was an all black dachsund beagle mix.  Clyde and Granpda were buddies.  Grandpa loved to see Clyde chase rabbits and possums, and anything else Clyde decided to go after.

Grandma and Grandpa got Pepper much later in life, after they retired.  Pepper was a miniature poodle, and although I don’t believe in reincarnation, if I had to come back as a dog, Pepper certainly would qualify as a great dog to have come back as.  Pepper got long walks with Grandpa every day, got to ride in the car whenever they went out of town to go shopping in the nearest city, usually about 45 minutes away at least, and had a special place on the couch, a bed and the armchair where she could sleep during the day as she chose.

I love him, and I will miss him.  Most importantly, I will see him and Grandma again.

Have a great day everyone!

Nancy