“We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.”--Edith Lovejoy Pierce
Today I am thankful for:
*The practice of taking gratitude inventory
*Embracing simple pleasures
*2011 wrapping up and the chance to usher in a new year.
Stay tuned to check out my next project in 2012!
Pretty much self-explanatory and how I felt after 15 hours of brain surgery to remove a massive brain tumor called a meningioma I survived on February 11, 2000 followed by a second surgery to repair a CSF leak a few months later. I was always quirky to begin with and two craniotomies later, you could say the upstairs nuts, screws and bolts have enhanced my personality. Join in on the fun if you like wacky, warped musings, rants, raves and the like.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Her 1st!
Saturday, November 12, 2011
My Monkey...
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Double Digits!
On Turning Ten
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
By Billy Collins
*Hannah's 10th birthday!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Koufax...
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Firsts...
"Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end."--Seneca
Today I am grateful for:
*The bittersweet ending of summer and embarking on a new school year.
Today I am grateful for:
*The bittersweet ending of summer and embarking on a new school year.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
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