Monday, March 22, 2010

First Day of Spring

Wow! Sunday was the first full day of spring for 2010.
Let's have a cookout.

Will someone set the table?

Everyone find a seat.
We even have a little snack for the birds.

Friday, March 19, 2010

What Next?

My sweet daughter called me last week to tell me that she broke her wrist learning to snowboard. This was on Thursday and the only good thing about it was, the 2 1/2 year old grandbaby would be spending the next four days with her father. At least Miss B would have a little time to recuperate.

Last night I talked to my son's girlfriend and she told me JC had broken his foot the night before. Something about the bed not moving when it came into contact with his foot.

I'm beginning to wonder if I should sequester myself in a padded room for the next couple of days. Of course, broken bones are not infectious, let's just hope they're not hereditary either.

Monday, March 15, 2010


Late last fall, Jimbob received a call from a man who said he thought he was his father. No, this wasn't some love child from a dark past. Many years ago Jimbob was forced to give up custody of his infant son. For 56 years, he's wondered where his son was; what he was like.

Now he knows. The first meeting was a little scary for both of them. Neither knew what to expect, but it's worked out wonderfully. Jimbob's son and his family have been enfolded into the clan without reservation.
They've spent several afternoon's catching up on a lifetime.

Who said God doesn't answer prayers?

Monday, March 08, 2010

The End

Almost a year ago to the date, I asked when was enough, enough. A coworker was suffering from cancer and was in enormous pain in the process of being "healed". Well, this weekend, the matter was taken from human hands. This person had refused treatment since the beginning of 2010, but he still came to work whenever he was able. Finally the disease overwhelmed his body and there was nothing left to do except trying to keep him comfortable.

It's so sad to see a vibrant human being waste away to a shell of their former self. I pray that in his release from his body, he has found peace and comfort.