That the teal green thread and the beige thread matched the material I was given to make beanbags for a three year old I love was a wonderful God-incidence. I just grabbed what I could reach as I dashed out for the ferry.
The second movement of Beethoven’s 7th Symphony is the proper soundtrack for this column. I recommend the Youtube presentation of the Chicago Symphony ,Carlo Maria Guilini conducting. It was uploaded on May 20,2011. I think it has the best interpretation of tempo.
The cat threw up all over Proverbs 25-27 and it bled through from Proverbs 3-Ecclesiastes 5. Ohmygosh is that the best opening line ever? I’m going to find a way to use it in everything I write, I think.
If I had a partner, a husband, or kids at home, I would be distracted by so much I wouldn’t see as much. The sheer logistics of getting people from here to there, moving through six different schedules, someone always with a radio or a TV
"Down the Shore" is the ultimate fantasy pleasure experience for any Tri-State native worth their saltwater taffy. So when my Mom married her second husband, George, who in retirement owned two stores on the boardwalk at Pt. Pleasant Beach
An off Island story but true and very typical as too many people know:
The young girl stood very still with her arms at her sides while her older brother squeezed his hands around her neck yelling, "I’m gonna kill her! I’m gonna kill her!!" Their mother just to the right of them sighed as if one of them had taken the other’s bicycle saying, "Honestly I don’t know what you do to make your brothers so angry."
Being a parent requires the ability to engage intimately with both little people and big people and not everyone is good, or comfortable at that. I can teach you how to do it more easily and with more fun.
The overtown youth group streaming into the sanctuary had no idea the man in the front wearing a Hawaiian shirt, clicking his fingers, teaching the congregation ‘ Sweeten Me Lord’ was the person who single handedly was responsible for their Protestant youth leader to be carrying, and playing, a guitar in said sanctuary.
They are just the best. Saturday birthdays are just the best. If you don’t work on a Saturday, Saturday birthdays are just the best. There is a whole long day to celebrate being alive with friends and family and yourself.
Boycotting grapes and lettuce was never something that interested me much in the sixties. I was utterly in favor of the Farm Workers Union. A really fatalistic attitude towards influencing management caused me to think boycotts were futile.
Father’s Day. Whew! As I think I’ve shared before, in our family my youngest dubbed it Moofa Day about ten years ago . It stands for Mothers Who Are Fathers Day. True to form, my beloved daughter sends me Moofa greetings every year.
The enormous crackle of impending doom drew my attention from the task at hand, which was to catch a two hour nap before I started my second shift. As my head lay on the pillow , I looked at the trees swaying outside my bedroom window.