Memorial Day Thoughts

May 26, 2008

hikeIt’s Memorial Day, which always makes me think of two of the most honorable men I have ever known: my dad and Bill’s grandfather, Gran Bob. Gran Bob served in WWII and as Bill said earlier today, the Navy changed his life. They sent him to an accelerated engineering program at Drexel so he could join the SeaBees and build things. Without the Navy, he might not have gone to college.

I am sure the Army changed my dad’s life. My dad was a “ground pounder” in Vietnam (slang for a member of the infantry) and the term isn’t exactly correct since he was flown everywhere. He enlisted at a time when mean, boys really, were praying not to get drafted.

That leads to an interesting comparison. Bill’s grandfather joined the military at a time when there was great public support for WWII. And my dad joined at a time when public support wasn’t on his side. Either way, both men believed in something strongly enough to put their lives on the line to fight for it. My hope is that however you feel about war, or a specific war, that you respect the courage of the people fighting in it. We take our freedom and rights for granted, and this day reminds us that that freedom is not without sacrifice.

Thank you for your Service.


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Saturday, Glorious Saturday

April 21, 2008

The weather on Friday and Saturday was amazing. Unfortunately, Friday was spent indoors at work, but Saturday was mine. Friday night I suggested we do something fun and outside since the weather would be nice. (We had previously planned on doing some cleaning/organizing inside.) Bill wakes up on Saturday and gets on the internet looking up local hiking trails. I get up and decide that I feel like cleaning the garage. This is much to Bill’s disappointment. And now Bill is flashing back to previous garage cleaning experiences, all of which ended with much yelling, someone throwing something and many hours of the silent treatment. Great way to spend a glorious Saturday.

It was actually great. I only got mad at Bill once and it was brief (a miracle!). We tossed, we put away, we swept, we rearranged, we created a goodwill pile, we made 2 trips to the dump and then we rewarded ourselves with some delicious and refreshing Rita’s Water Ice. There is actually space on the shelves (gasp!). There still is some work to be done. We have one set of shelves that is for stuff to Ebay as well as extra pantry storage. The stuff to Ebay needs to be gone through, organized and Ebayed. There is a rogue box that isn’t in the Ebay corner than needs to be addressed and a box of Bill’s stuff to be gone through. But all in all, a huge improvement and a relatively pleasant experience.

After Rita’s, we decided we had to do something for the pups as she had been cooped up inside all day. It was a perfect day for her first swim of the year.

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Isn’t she a good girl, carrying her own towel. When she got tired of waiting, she started to whip it around and it became all unfolded and I’d roll it up again and she’d sit for 10 seconds and then start to whip it around. We have a lake about 10 minutes from our house and as we get close, she can smell it and she starts to cry and get all excited. Was she a happy girl. We took her leash off and she ran to the water, but surprisingly didn’t jump right in. Normally, we don’t let her swim here which might have been why she hesitated. But it didn’t take long for her to realize that she could get wet and we wouldn’t yell. We threw some sticks for her to retrieve. Sometimes they came back, sometimes not. She’d run back onto the shore and then throw herself into the dirt and leaves and grass and roll around. Bill wanted to correct this behavior but I said that it’s what dogs do. He let it go, pointing out that if we were getting into my car I’d probably be singing a different tune. (How true!) After about 20 minutes, CJ looked to be done and we got her leash on her before she had a chance to get dirty. She trotted happily to the car, let Bill dry her and we headed home. Once at home, Bill tossed the towel on the stairs to be taken up to the laundry. He went to the kitchen and I headed upstairs. I walked past the towel (not really seeing it otherwise I would have picked it up). Behind me, CJ paused on the stairs and then ran past me, towel in her mouth. What a good girl, putting away her towel. Actually, she stood on her bed whipping it around, but at least she brought it upstairs.

Dinner was boneless chicken wings. Bill went out to pick them up and I thought that I could fit in a quick trip to Michaels. Of course he gets back, I’m not home, there’s no note and now he thinks that I have been kidnapped, never to return again. Mental note: there is no such thing as a “quick” trip to Michael’s. Especially if they don’t have what you need and you decide to run into Hallmark for a quick look-see. Relived to not be a single-father, Bill set up dinner in front of the tv and we relaxed with some Eli Stone.

Sunday was not quite as beautiful but very pleasant. Bill and I thought we could get a quick walk in before the rain started. We were very, very wrong. We cut our walk short but still got caught in the storm and made it back to the house soaked to the skin. We were so wet we took our clothes off at the front door and carried them to the laundry in a bucket. It was worth a laugh. I showered and decided it was the perfect morning to curl up on the couch with some tea and my book (Laurie R. King’s, The Moor). One of the cats joined me and CJ was at my feet while Bill did chores around the house. Bill made a run to Costco and I did get up to flip laundry (our term for moving the clothes from the washer to the dryer and starting a new load). And I brought down the mini vac to clean out my car from one of our trips to the dump. But Bill returned to see me on the couch in much the same position as when he left. Once I finished my book, I puttered around the house while watching the Cubs. I started a new book, Baldacci’s The Camel Club. We had dinner, I picked up my craft room and then we sat down to catch up on Galactica. I worked on my lizard ridge afghan and Bill balled up some yarn for me and then it was time for bed. Another weekend over.

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A Cat That Listens?

February 7, 2007

IMG_2560.JPGMy cat, Cheli, likes to drink water directly from the faucet. Anytime we walk in the bathroom, he sprints ahead, hops up on the sink, and waits for it to be turned on. And of course we turn it on for him. Sometimes he won’t drink from it right away, and the water runs and runs. Well, last Friday, I said to the cat, “Drink the water now, or I’m turning it off.” You’ll never believe it, but he did actually get up and start to drink.

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Pouch, at last!

February 5, 2007

This post is long overdue. A little over a month ago, Slateblu was celebrating her one year anniversary with a drawing for two of her zippered pouches. As luck would have it, I won!

pouchThis pouch arrived just before our trip to Florida and I used it for our important papers and keys to the condo. Now I keep it in my work bag for little odds and ends I transport back and forth.

Joyce did a great job with the sewing. The fabric is adorable. Lucky me!

If you get a chance, check out Joyce’s blog.


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A few tidbits about me: I met my husband in college, flirting over tuba letters in the Penn Band. Our dog, CJ, and our cat, Sabrina, round out our family. I'm a sewist, knitter and needlepointer, and an occasional scrapbooker. I love organizing, reading, making jewelry, and hiking. A Chicago girl at heart, I am an avid follower the Cubs, Bears, and Blackhawks.

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