Sunday, May 02, 2010
Na Na Na Na Na Na
We have bananas in our back yard and you don't. Unless you do, of course, and then you can let me know. This our third or fouth crop-not that Chiquita will come calling any time soon, but I am getting the words down to some good Harry Belafonte tunes. When they are big enough to tally, I will call the tally-man. I owe him that much.
Friday, April 30, 2010
A girl is staying at her grandmother's.
This one is Olivia. She loves all the girlie things in life. She and her brother are spending a couple of days with us whilst their mother is out of town. She loves purses, lipstick, changing clothes a lot and just looking and acting the DIVA. She comes in and kicks her shoes off and then parks them right by grandma's. Last night we were dining out and she saw a high-school girl come in with cute shoes and could not resist staring at those shoes and saying "cute." For a fleeting millionth of a second, I thought she meant ME! In the end, she kept saying "cute shoes." I had to take the hint from that, I guess. I am going to put some real thought into how I can impress her today. Other than using M&M's, I have got to get that two-year old to think I am cute too.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Old Oreo
What a steed, Old Oreo was in his day!
Black as midnight or thereabouts.
Never complained about his load or burden.
But plodded onward and onward.
He was no nay-sayer, that one.
Neigh, he was no nay-sayer that one.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
O what a beautiful morning!
The only things missing in this photo are the other six grandchildren. How we love our little ones. They found plenty of eggs to fill their baskets and we had a nice meal where they totally ignored all of the good things--deferring, of course to the candy.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Archers!
In the battle for spring, out come my archers! No, not the bow and arrow kind-
but dandy little yellow flowers on long stems that stand up tall to defy the vestige of the cold winter-
and reach for the sun as if to be the first one to drink in warmth.
At night, they droop lazily.
In the morning sun , they arch straight up with sentinal-like precision--holding fast their guard.
Their duty is solely to delight my spirit and give me hope through the joy they provide.
The sad thing is that I reap their visual beauty and harvest the joy they provide
but I cannot even remember their names.
I hope that I am not that ignorant of real people who have blessed my life without the expectation of gratitude.
I should make a list of them.
Not just now, though, perhaps later.
For the moment, I have a staring problem for these unnamed little yellow flowers in my yard.
but dandy little yellow flowers on long stems that stand up tall to defy the vestige of the cold winter-
and reach for the sun as if to be the first one to drink in warmth.
At night, they droop lazily.
In the morning sun , they arch straight up with sentinal-like precision--holding fast their guard.
Their duty is solely to delight my spirit and give me hope through the joy they provide.
The sad thing is that I reap their visual beauty and harvest the joy they provide
but I cannot even remember their names.
I hope that I am not that ignorant of real people who have blessed my life without the expectation of gratitude.
I should make a list of them.
Not just now, though, perhaps later.
For the moment, I have a staring problem for these unnamed little yellow flowers in my yard.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
An Arizona Snow day
While NYC got a foot and a half, and while other parts of the nation are buried in cold weather, several of us jumped on our mountain bikes for a nice little ride. OK, it was a hard ride where the old man had to walk up a few hills and dance the edge of a cliff or two in order to make progress. That aside, it was a beautiful day. Thanks to Cameron and Nathan who were very patient with the slow, old guy in the rear. The good news is that I did not fall one time.
To quote some hick in from the south, "it just don't get no better than this."
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Saturday, January 02, 2010
Now why didn't I think of that?
I have to give one of our grandchildren a lot of credit for creativity. Here is a photo of the downstairs in-wall outlet for the household
vacuum system. While it was not in use on Christmas day, little one found a nice use for this--a place to store Laffy-Taffy! You have to admit that you never would have put those two items together. I wonder what is in store next? Other than having a three-year old hand you an unfolded pocket knife, I mean. I could go on, but our fountain is plugged up.....it was fine before they played in the back yard. Also, Brooke's make-up brushes were in good shape before they were used to spread sunshine throughout the house. Oh, we love these little ones!
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Christmas camp 2009
This is the last photo ever published of our ten grandkids. From left to right, we see Landon, Joshua, Tyler, Olivia, Adeline, Allison, Penelope, Nathan, Amanda and Jacob seated on the floor. Nobody knows the logistics of getting this group to look in one direction long enough to snap a photograph. The reason it is the last one of the ten is that now there are ELEVEN in the family. Little Cora was born tonight. She joins a noisy crowd of go-getters and any of these will move over and make a place for her. Life brings so many wonderful changes to our family. Just think! We started with just two of us in 1973 and now there are 21 of us. That is a lot of Christmas jammies!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Holiday Family Night
A & M are both performing at their school's holiday performance on Thursday night at 6pm. If you'd like to come watch them, email me for directions!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Hot Feet
Adeline was putting on footed pajamas and hadn't taken off her socks so I asked, "Don't you want to take off your socks first since these jammies have feet in them?"
Her response: "No. Grandma always wears socks to bed and I like to be like Grandma."
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I could have been born a TURKEY!
I bet these seagulls are glad that they are not turkeys! No single holiday would single this kind of bird out like Thanksgiving does. I guess it is all for the best--the drumsticks are a little lacking on gulls.
Happy Thanksgiving to one and all. I look forward to sampling the best of the family recipes old and new. As we gather, think of all those who made and make our joyous celebrations possible. I include the brave men and women of the military, the brave men women missionaries whose message of peace will be the only way to happiness and the brave men and women of our past generations that made our lives in the greatest country possible.
Where is my pilgrim outfit?
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Supplemental Income
Thursday, November 12, 2009
When is Brooke coming home?
I think that I should check the itinerary and make sure that I have at least one full Saturday to get the house tidy and neat for Brooke's return. I should make a list of things to do before she comes back. A little laundry would be good. Go through a foot-high stack of mail-order catalagues. I think we are just about out of garbage bags so I can use the trash compactor (my foot inside the bag) to pack it in.
I think I have burned eggs on the good frying pans. I wonder if she will miss them if I toss them out? I think she wanted some of those good grocery store fry pans.
Hey, anyone got any ideas about how to get the fabric in our home to not smell like sardines? I think a little spilled on the sofa. And, who knew that you could not leave half-frozen moose meat on the counter for a couple of days and forget about it? Hey, it is just blood, right? Well, it was, just blood. Now it is a permanent stain on the counter-t0p.
Good thing we don't have a dog...although he could have wet-mopped the floor with all the food that I have dropped. And too bad we don't have a cat...those tuna cans should be rinsed before they fall way back behind the trash compactor.
On the good side of the ledger, I......I......I......I......oh, I called the garage door service guy. He will have the system cleaned and adjusted so that we can get that dead animal out of the garage...I did not dare bring the second one through the house.
Welcome home Brooke!
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
So far, so good.
I cannot seem to take a photo of my license plate. It is visible, as required by the law, but it is not photogenic. I guess I got one of those shy license plates that posed last December for the speed-trap cameras, but since then, has been resistive--in a nice way, of course.
I will go on record that I think that the photo-radar cameras are an intrusion into our freedom. There should be no reason under the sun for one who has driven for 43 years to turn the "reasonable and prudent" determination over to a camera. This is especially important because those who uncover stuff found the manual for the manned radar cameras. They are not supposed to give tickets to judges, politicians and police officers who find themselves determining for themselves what "reason and prudent" seem to mean.
Get out of our lives, Big Brother.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Caught in an accidental lie.
This morning's conversation:
Me: Are you excited to sing with all the kids in church tomorrow? (primary program)
Adeline: Is Stella going to be there?
Me: No, she's on vacation, but everyone else will be there.
Adeline: Will my cousin Jacob be there?
Me: No, they live too far to come.
Adeline: Well then everybody won't be there, will they?
Me: Are you excited to sing with all the kids in church tomorrow? (primary program)
Adeline: Is Stella going to be there?
Me: No, she's on vacation, but everyone else will be there.
Adeline: Will my cousin Jacob be there?
Me: No, they live too far to come.
Adeline: Well then everybody won't be there, will they?
Friday, September 04, 2009
"Coruscatingly Brilliant" Analysis
This article hits the nail on the head. It is worth posting (and reading) in its entirety.
"Coruscating on Thin Ice"
The Obama administration is young and out of touch.
By PEGGY NOONAN
At a speech in Colorado someone asked if I was concerned about some of the appointees to the Obama administration. The questioner was referring obliquely to conservative dismay at Van Jones, special adviser for green jobs on the White House environmental council. Apart from a flirtation with radicalism (you have to hope it did not become a full, deep and continuing relationship), Jones, in February, thoughtfully attempted to capture the essence of the GOP in a speech in Berkeley, Calif. "Republicans are —," he explained. We don't print the word he used, but it refers to a body part involved in elimination. He was speaking at the inaugural ceremony of the Rahm Emanuel Center for the Study of Political Comportment. Ha, just kidding.
But Mr. Jones is not my concern. All early administrations draw to their middle and lower levels a certain number of activists from the edges—flakes. But because they are extreme, they become controversial, and because they are controversial, they become ineffective. In its way the system works.
A greater concern about President Obama's staffers and appointees is that so many of them are so young and relatively untried. And not only young and untried, but triumphant. They're on top of the world. They came from nowhere and elected their guy against the odds. Against expectations, they beat a machine (the Clintons) and a behemoth (long-triumphant Republicanism). Now nothing can stop them, Let's do big things, let's be consequential. Consequentialism has been the blight of America's political life for a decade. Because of it, America's nerves have been rubbed raw.
To make things worse, for the past 10 months Mr. Obama's aides have been overpraised by their friends in the media, who either are on their side or were source-greasing. How can you not return my calls when I called you "coruscatingly brilliant" in Time?
I use "coruscatingly brilliant" because it was what a columnist early on called Arthur Schlesinger Jr., a figure in John F. Kennedy's White House and the focus of much, and deserved, praise. JFK saw it and laughed: "Just remember, a hundred thousand votes the other way and we'd all be coruscatingly stupid." JFK was of course young himself, but he'd fought a war and been sick since childhood, which will tend to age you.
Why be concerned about the young in the White House? Because they've never been beaten up by life, never been defeated. They haven't learned from failure because they haven't experienced it. They don't know what the warning signs of trouble are. They haven't spent time on the losing side.
Mr. Obama's young aides are hardworking, humorous and bright as pennies, but I wish they had an arthritic ache or two, I wish they told old war stories because they'd been in old wars, I wish they knew what it looks like when an administration goes too far and strains the ties between itself and the bulk of the people.
They are all now busy planning and strategizing his congressional address on health care. It will be hard to pull off well. The president will be talking, essentially, to three groups: the political elites of both parties and the media, his supporters on the ground, and highly informed citizens who are already either for or against the plan but want to hear, ponder and form an opinion on the speech.
But the great mass of Americans, the big center, will, I strongly suspect, not be listening. Mr. Obama has grown boring. And it's not Solid Boring, which is fine in a president and may be good. It's sort of Faux Eloquent Boring, especially on health care. The president likely doesn't know this, and his people won't have told him because they don't know it either, but Mr. Obama always has the same sound, approach, logic, tone, modulation. He always has the same stance. There's no humor or humility in it. News is surprise, and he never makes news.
The past 10 months, the president has lessened and not increased the trust of the big center. He did a number of things wrong, but one has not been noticed much, or noted. He moved too quickly, before he'd earned the right to change a big chunk of American life. You earn that right by establishing trust. Absent crisis, leaders have to show, over a certain amount of time and through a series of actions, that they're sober, sound, farsighted, looking out for the middle. In addition, of course, middle America is worried about two dramas, the economy and war, and he's showing he's worried about a third drama, health care, which they've put to the side. His concerns do not coincide with theirs. Which makes him, not them, look out of touch.
More Peggy Noonan
He could always surprise everyone by saying he made a mistake and he's going back to the drawing board to work hand in hand with Republicans. That would be interesting, and could be quite productive. But no one expects a climbdown at this point. And so he will go on, and win something, some piece of what he wants, and "Obama Wins Health Care Battle" will wind up in the headlines, and it will be a catastrophic victory, won at the price of losing the big center.
The president's biggest potential long-term problem in terms of the public part of the presidency became obvious to me only during the past week.
I watched with great interest much of Teddy Kennedy's wake and funeral, and saw in a clearer way than I had in the past a big cultural difference between the elites of the two parties, or rather the Democratic and Republican establishments. Pretty much the entire Democratic establishment was at the Kennedy services, and the level of shown affection among those in the pews and the audience was striking—laughing, hugging, telling stories, admitting weaknesses, weeping. It was Irish, and old-time. If it had been a gathering of the Republican political and journalistic establishment it would have been less emotive, with little shown affection. Polite laughter, cordial handshakes, a lot of staring ahead. A guy with his head down and you think he's mourning but he's BlackBerrying. They don't especially like each other, they compete against each other, and they don't feel the need to fake liking each other. They have the old dignity of the old grown-ups. And I suppose their style reflects some of their philosophy: Politics isn't about emotions but thoughts.
The difference between the party establishments struck me, but is not my point. This is: The president walked into the funeral and moved toward the front pews nodding, shaking hands. He hugged Mrs. Kennedy, nodded some more, shook more hands. He was dignified and contained, he was utterly appropriate, and he was cold.
He is cold, like someone who is contained not because he's disciplined and successfully restrains his emotions, but because there's not that much to restrain. This is the dark side of cool. One wonders if this will play well with the American people. Long-term it is hard to get people to trust your policies if they think you're coolly operating on some intellectual or ideological abstractions.
I don't think as a presidential style it will wear well with the center. And it may not wear well with the president's own party. They may come to see him, in time, as not really one of them. And that's when things will really get interesting.
"Coruscating on Thin Ice"
The Obama administration is young and out of touch.
By PEGGY NOONAN
At a speech in Colorado someone asked if I was concerned about some of the appointees to the Obama administration. The questioner was referring obliquely to conservative dismay at Van Jones, special adviser for green jobs on the White House environmental council. Apart from a flirtation with radicalism (you have to hope it did not become a full, deep and continuing relationship), Jones, in February, thoughtfully attempted to capture the essence of the GOP in a speech in Berkeley, Calif. "Republicans are —," he explained. We don't print the word he used, but it refers to a body part involved in elimination. He was speaking at the inaugural ceremony of the Rahm Emanuel Center for the Study of Political Comportment. Ha, just kidding.
But Mr. Jones is not my concern. All early administrations draw to their middle and lower levels a certain number of activists from the edges—flakes. But because they are extreme, they become controversial, and because they are controversial, they become ineffective. In its way the system works.
A greater concern about President Obama's staffers and appointees is that so many of them are so young and relatively untried. And not only young and untried, but triumphant. They're on top of the world. They came from nowhere and elected their guy against the odds. Against expectations, they beat a machine (the Clintons) and a behemoth (long-triumphant Republicanism). Now nothing can stop them, Let's do big things, let's be consequential. Consequentialism has been the blight of America's political life for a decade. Because of it, America's nerves have been rubbed raw.
To make things worse, for the past 10 months Mr. Obama's aides have been overpraised by their friends in the media, who either are on their side or were source-greasing. How can you not return my calls when I called you "coruscatingly brilliant" in Time?
I use "coruscatingly brilliant" because it was what a columnist early on called Arthur Schlesinger Jr., a figure in John F. Kennedy's White House and the focus of much, and deserved, praise. JFK saw it and laughed: "Just remember, a hundred thousand votes the other way and we'd all be coruscatingly stupid." JFK was of course young himself, but he'd fought a war and been sick since childhood, which will tend to age you.
Why be concerned about the young in the White House? Because they've never been beaten up by life, never been defeated. They haven't learned from failure because they haven't experienced it. They don't know what the warning signs of trouble are. They haven't spent time on the losing side.
Mr. Obama's young aides are hardworking, humorous and bright as pennies, but I wish they had an arthritic ache or two, I wish they told old war stories because they'd been in old wars, I wish they knew what it looks like when an administration goes too far and strains the ties between itself and the bulk of the people.
They are all now busy planning and strategizing his congressional address on health care. It will be hard to pull off well. The president will be talking, essentially, to three groups: the political elites of both parties and the media, his supporters on the ground, and highly informed citizens who are already either for or against the plan but want to hear, ponder and form an opinion on the speech.
But the great mass of Americans, the big center, will, I strongly suspect, not be listening. Mr. Obama has grown boring. And it's not Solid Boring, which is fine in a president and may be good. It's sort of Faux Eloquent Boring, especially on health care. The president likely doesn't know this, and his people won't have told him because they don't know it either, but Mr. Obama always has the same sound, approach, logic, tone, modulation. He always has the same stance. There's no humor or humility in it. News is surprise, and he never makes news.
The past 10 months, the president has lessened and not increased the trust of the big center. He did a number of things wrong, but one has not been noticed much, or noted. He moved too quickly, before he'd earned the right to change a big chunk of American life. You earn that right by establishing trust. Absent crisis, leaders have to show, over a certain amount of time and through a series of actions, that they're sober, sound, farsighted, looking out for the middle. In addition, of course, middle America is worried about two dramas, the economy and war, and he's showing he's worried about a third drama, health care, which they've put to the side. His concerns do not coincide with theirs. Which makes him, not them, look out of touch.
More Peggy Noonan
He could always surprise everyone by saying he made a mistake and he's going back to the drawing board to work hand in hand with Republicans. That would be interesting, and could be quite productive. But no one expects a climbdown at this point. And so he will go on, and win something, some piece of what he wants, and "Obama Wins Health Care Battle" will wind up in the headlines, and it will be a catastrophic victory, won at the price of losing the big center.
The president's biggest potential long-term problem in terms of the public part of the presidency became obvious to me only during the past week.
I watched with great interest much of Teddy Kennedy's wake and funeral, and saw in a clearer way than I had in the past a big cultural difference between the elites of the two parties, or rather the Democratic and Republican establishments. Pretty much the entire Democratic establishment was at the Kennedy services, and the level of shown affection among those in the pews and the audience was striking—laughing, hugging, telling stories, admitting weaknesses, weeping. It was Irish, and old-time. If it had been a gathering of the Republican political and journalistic establishment it would have been less emotive, with little shown affection. Polite laughter, cordial handshakes, a lot of staring ahead. A guy with his head down and you think he's mourning but he's BlackBerrying. They don't especially like each other, they compete against each other, and they don't feel the need to fake liking each other. They have the old dignity of the old grown-ups. And I suppose their style reflects some of their philosophy: Politics isn't about emotions but thoughts.
The difference between the party establishments struck me, but is not my point. This is: The president walked into the funeral and moved toward the front pews nodding, shaking hands. He hugged Mrs. Kennedy, nodded some more, shook more hands. He was dignified and contained, he was utterly appropriate, and he was cold.
He is cold, like someone who is contained not because he's disciplined and successfully restrains his emotions, but because there's not that much to restrain. This is the dark side of cool. One wonders if this will play well with the American people. Long-term it is hard to get people to trust your policies if they think you're coolly operating on some intellectual or ideological abstractions.
I don't think as a presidential style it will wear well with the center. And it may not wear well with the president's own party. They may come to see him, in time, as not really one of them. And that's when things will really get interesting.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
What has 22 blades and is very cool?

Nope. Not the multi-tasker Swiss Army Knife, although it has multiple blades that are totally cool. It is actually our house! We just completed hanging FIVE new ceiling fans. The first one took an hour and worked great. The last one about fifteen minutes and we are still wondering why the toilet flushes when we flip on the light switch.
We did remember to turn the power off at the meter before doing/undoing/redoing the wiring. It makes such good sense and we were shocked at how bright we are!
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