Against the Wind

Father Abraham has many sons.
Many sons has Father Abraham.
I am one of them and so are you.
We are sons of Father Abraham.
Right FOOT.

The kids sang that little ditty to the group assembled for a pot luck supper at church a couple of weeks ago. Cute, but kinda silly, yes?

Yesterday I ran into a similar thought, “We are all descendants of Confucius.” I would tell you that I notice the source of items that catch my attention, but I cannot relocate to link this one this morning.

Anyway, the argument goes thus. If you follow your family tree back 10 generations, you have 2^10 ancestors. Ah, crud, the calculator has gone missing too. Forward, anyway. That’s 1024 fore bearers on your family tree. Now go back 100 generations, something like 2000 years, (figuring 20 years for a generation) and you have 2^100 = 1.26 x 10^30 ancestors, which is a very big number. The population then of the entire world is estimated at 170,000,000. That is so much smaller than your predicted number of ancestors, that you can say with probability approaching 1 that everyone of those 170 million people living 2000 years ago who have a line of offspring living to this day and time is an ancestor of yours.

Father Abraham has many sons…

I personally am in a direct line from several of Jesus’s disciples, as well as Caesar Augustus. How about you? Who would you like to claim as an ancestor?

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Hmmmm It’s 8 am and no boys yet. Did Darryl forget to bring them by? Quentin would be her chomping at the bit to go play in the school yard if he were here. Marianne was planning to come by to pick them up a bit later. We do have communication issues in this family! The staff is ill informed as to what the day’s plan is!

Part of the plan is a celebration of Darryl’s birthday. The pseudo son in law is turning 27 or so? I lose track.
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Now for a photo of the day. I’m still digesting the cruise. I cannot believe I went and did that. But it was an opportunity that probably wasn’t coming around again anytime soon. So here is a picture of an exhausted Betsi, as we reboarded the Gem.

Lisbon was the second port of call that we did on our own. We had some hits and some misses. I’m a great believer in following leads that the “natives” offer, and on the cruise ship, the computer support guy was Portuguese, though his address was in Cape Town. He said the place to see to get a taste Portugal was the Museo du Fado. That is something of a folk style of music particular to Portugal, and as I like world music, and enjoy folk culture, I think that would have been right up my alley. BUT getting to the Museo du Traje taking the subway and then walking a few blocks was more than Betsi could do. So, we were pulled in two directions, I wanted to go more, though I’d about hit my limit as well.

Anyway, you travel great distances on a big boat with an acquaintance, and sometimes your interests are not going to mesh. No great surprise there. Mostly we’re both able to compromise, take turns and enjoy whatever adventure we ended up upon.

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This article caught my eye because I vividly recall while working the polls for the presidential election a young man with a severe spinal injury coming in to vote. He was particularly interested in seeing Obama elected because he wanted to see stem cell research opened back up, after the Bush rules slowed progress. Now the FDA is standing in the way. How is that big government thing working for you these days, guys? Politico

Showering, I recalled a college mate telling me how she always ran her friends and boyfriends off because that saved her the pain of them leaving. She at least controlled the going, since they were leaving anyway.

Linda mentioned a little girl living near her with attachment issues after her mother tried to drown her. No kidding, huh?

These images and a third were swirling about in my bean as I’m lathering and doing an auto baptism. The third is the description of the dreadful Mr. Collins in Pride and Prejudice. He was a mix of conceit and humility…

Yup, there I am. Actively driving away any real possibility of intimacy, attachment issues, and oddly over proud, under confident, and ready to look tomorrow in the eye.

Maybe I can become a hermit and quit bathing.

It’s 8:15 ayem, and I’ve already had a long day. Tara called last night as I was playing online bridge to ask me to go pick up Q in the morning and take him to school, paying her water bill on the way. I suppose there were three stinky guys in that house last night, as they came home to find the water turned off. Seems Tara in the crush of to do’s overlooked the water bill.

So I woke before 5 dreaming that I’d gotten home from bridge today, had forgotten Quentin and that he was home alone all day in the house with no water and no phone. When I told him of that dream, he thought it was a great symbol of his increasing maturity and independence. I think it’s more like my sense of dancing always on the edge of some monumental screw up. What could be simpler than going to pay the water? I dreamed I just forgot it. Like I forgot that I needed to get the label I made on Monday onto the quilt project. Just ignored that to do. There’s something sick going on there and the dream was a clue. I just tried to google “boundary issues” to see if that fit the bill. I’m still as in my youth trying to self diagnose!

But the early to dos got done. Quentin and I had a nice visit as I drove him through town and to school.

Enough of my silly life.

Government in our lives? Sure bring on some more! Q & O is a libertarian site that I find some nuggets in. Yesterday there was this about the overreach of the “insurance reform” bill.

Of all people, Chuck Norris brings that point home with a vengeance. Unlike our lawmakers, he’s apparently actually read the House bill and found another nugget that is not only costly and none of the government’s business, but has nothing to do with health insurance reform.

It’s outlined in sections 440 and 1904 of the House bill (Page 838), under the heading “home visitation programs for families with young children and families expecting children.” The programs (provided via grants to states) would educate parents on child behavior and parenting skills.

The bill says that the government agents, “well-trained and competent staff,” would “provide parents with knowledge of age-appropriate child development in cognitive, language, social, emotional, and motor domains … modeling, consulting, and coaching on parenting practices,” and “skills to interact with their child to enhance age-appropriate development.”

You can read Norris’ fisking of the provision for yourself. He, of course, wants to know why a government agency is being legislated into existence to provide parents with “knowledge of age-appropriate child development” tools and wants to know whose principles and values would drive such teaching – the government’s or the parents. Uh, well, I don’t think you really have to ask, because there’s no reason to send out agents if they’re just going to teach the parent’s values.

The more imporant points are A) this is none of the government’s business and B) it has nothing to do with reforming health care insurance.

And in the Wall Street Journal, the realization that some of the sweetness of life may soon be in short supply.

Some of America’s biggest food companies say the U.S. could “virtually run out of sugar” if the Obama administration doesn’t ease import restrictions amid soaring prices for the key commodity.

In a letter to Agriculture Secretary Thomas Vilsack, the big brands — including Kraft Foods Inc., General Mills Inc., Hershey Co. and Mars Inc. — bluntly raised the prospect of a severe shortage of sugar used in chocolate bars, breakfast cereal, cookies, chewing gum and thousands of other products.

Sounded like an investment opportunity to me. So I went back to my youth and the Great Western sugar beet refinery in Sterling. I sure couldn’t find much about it online. I was trying to see who owns it…and if it’s an investment opportunity. Something about commodities being a great hedge against the coming inflation. But I sure didn’t find easily the information that I was looking for. I’m not even sure the refinery is still in business. But I found a collection online of photos from Sterling. Pixels are so cheap, that anywhere people walk, there must be a photo online! What’s ever to become of all this photography? Nothing for me to do but contribute to the clutter.

Last photo from the swim day. Almost exactly a month ago. I may go fiddle with the saturation, because in life, he really looked like the Coppertone ad as his swim trunks migrated south. Yup, a little touch moves it closer to what I was hoping to take a photo of…

Here’s the other face that makes my heart sing. Quentin is entering those awkward years when the teeth are a bit too big for the rest of him. But unprejudiced Grandmas think the duckling will be a swan in the end.

Went to church today. No huge surprise there. The readings were, from the old testament, the bit of Exodus the part Christians refer to as the ten commandments, and from the gospel, the story from John, of Jesus in the temple tossing asside the money changers. Then he asserts that the should the temple be destroyed, he will rebuild in three days.

My review of the sermon/homily is that it was weakish on a point that cannot be made poorly or too often. The life and death of Jesus changed everything… the Jews were in a covenent relationship with God based on law. But we can never get the legal/moral thing completely correct. Sacrifices were required, unblemished sheep, oxen, birds for the temple fires. In Christ’s sacrifice and “rebuilding”, resurrection, which turned a total defeat into a victory that we can never explain away.

I try to hear my Grandfather’s sonorous voice saying grace, “Thank you Father for the blessings of the day, our family, the forgiveness of sin, and the life everlasting. In Jesus name, Amen” He prayed some variant of those words every time I broke bread with him, which was quite a few times. I try to remember to offer grace with meals. I’m not doing too well at establishing a habit at this old age. But the thankful heart is a glad heart. I need to remember to be thankful.

It’s a very few link day… a single one will do. Andrew Breithbart tells of his experience as the token conservative on “Real Time with Bill Maher.” It’s a well written account of why he counts the experience as worthy…He concludes with this paragragh.

We must plant seeds of doubt in the minds of the groupthink liberals in our dumbed-down and activist media culture. Yes, “Real Time With Bill Maher” is a hostile work environment for conservatives. But so is Hollywood - writ large. When conservatives withdraw from media and the entertainment business because they are intimidated or don’t want to get down and dirty, we lose even more, valuable political ground.

Even though Mr. Dyson filibustered in a poetic jargon only a linguistics student could decipher, and Mr. Maher glared at me in his trademark smirk, and the audience booed my every utterance, I left knowing I won the rigged bout simply by showing up.

It gets late faster and faster these nights. I walked a bit more than four miles today. And I feel sanctimonious for having done it.. and found it not very difficult. BUT after I make these long walks, I don’t want to move for the rest of the day!

Changes, changes. I don’t do them particularly well. As I mentioned yesterday, one of the evolving reasons for blogging was to keep in touch with Mother. As that reason is no longer operational, some rethinking is in order. I truly love the comments of Gail and Deb, my Quilting buddies, Linda, my long lost friend from pre high school… and through many changes until we lost touch. Aunt Nita comments often in a letter, Sara sometimes has time to write. Carlo, the ex, comments now and again

A blog can build a sense of community. I’d love to do what I can to extend the little community that has been built here. In all honesty, one of the bones I would pick with my mother is that no one’s life is so interesting as to be worth the effort of five books, or 4.5 as it turned out. Yet what is this blog but a near daily bit of exhibitionism of what I’m doing, reading, thinking? I know that among the names I’ve mentioned, great welcome is not felt for the “conservative” point of view that I’ve tried to point out in links. What audacity of me to hope I can educate liberals of the bankruptcy of many ideas that gird their minds. Yet, I continue to find things that are terribly interesting to me.

For example today I have collected links to an article on a village in the Yukon that is trying to install a small nuclear power plant. Energy issues are going to be big ones as we go through this slow down, recesssion, depression. A psychologist (Dr. Sanity) has links and comments about the development of morality as it respects artificial intellegence. Surely this is an interesting issue on the intersection of the humanities and the sciences.

Last I have a tale of the worst experience at the hands of an airline I’ve ever heard. How can I not share it?

Then there’s the photo of the day. Now from Christmas Eve.

Quentin wants me to take him home. NOW. I’ll finish later. But the gist is, what interests you, the readers?

Back again…Got Quentin home. He got Rex, his pet gerbil out of the cage to show me. Then he retired to his tree house to play his Mario Bros. video game on the hand held game player. It’s spring time in Louisiana.

Topic from my life that might be of interest? Losing weight (not! I eat when I’m hurting, and I’ve been suffering a bit through the last months.) teaching, kids and grandkids, bridge, quilting, light day trading, church…it’s hardly an exciting life I lead. But I’m content. What interests you? I am just writing to entertain myself? I’m ok with that too. I do need to develop a more entertaining style.

Here are the links

Powering the Yukon?

Galena, Alaska, could be the type specimen for remoteness. A tiny town of about 700 on a bend of the Yukon River, it has no roads in and depends on the river for food, fuel and supplies. The river is frozen eight to nine months of the year. Galena residents pay three times the national average per kilowatt hour for diesel-generated electricity. Alternative energy would have special appeal for Galena, but with an evening that stretches 20 hours in the winter, solar is out. With the help of Toshiba and its American holding, Westinghouse, Galena is thinking nuclear.

A Swiss Zoo confronts hippo overpopulation.

An article on some interesting AI questions… can AI have moral berings?

The Worst Airline Company in the World

After spending several weeks each in Iraq and Lebanon at the end of 2008, I bought a plane ticket to the U.S. from Beirut on December 22 and figured I had plenty of time to get home for Christmas. I had no idea, though, that I had purchased my ticket from the worst airline company in the world – Italy’s national carrier Alitalia – and that a two-hour layover in Rome would turn into an ordeal that lasted longer than a week.

The gray skies and the closed liquor store in Arkansas, along I-40 seemed to fit the mood of a day leaving Mother in the Cardiac ICU, with Dana about to arrive back in Tulsa. Driving all day Christmas eve day… to a nice dinner in Slidell, rather surreal. Aging and reaching that last battle is not a journey for the faint hearted. But even the faint hearted and terrified go there. I found those times back and forth, a long twelve hours on the road many many times to be gruelling. That bit I’m glad to be past. I came home knowing Mother was not going to last terribly long. Helpless before the coming days. Hoping as a true coward that somehow I’d not be called upon to do the bedside vigil. But I got there and did it. I’m glad now.

Another day of school… it’s midterm but yesterday the high school instructor informed me that there were only three full weeks of school left.  There are so many reasons to discontinue classes… six of my 15 students will be graduated, so May 6 or so is their last date.  There’s a week that disappears for testing for the Juniors.  Friday before Easter there’s no school, and spring break is the week after that.  The senior trip is one full week.  It’s just crazy.  Anyway, I’m going to have to start chugging along a bit faster to complete a reasonable trigonometry course.  I’ve been going at it intentionally slowly because trig is not really a full semester of content any more.  

Of course on the work level, I’m plenty glad not to do the work, but I’m always bothered by not feeling like I’ve done the best job I can possibly do.  When the school calendar becomes an issue, cutting down so many contact hours, I wonder why I care.  The actually teaching time is one of the last priorities of the schools.  But I’ve retired from this frustration once.  For now, just go with the flow.  I’m not sure I’ll be wanting to do it again next semester.  But while I’m able, the income does help.

Blogging feels odd…Mother hasn’t been able to get to her computer for a few months but there was always the sense that she’d probably get to it and catch up when she could.  Her hearing was such that mostly I listened on the phone, so if she was to find out much about what I was doing this was the place.  Lots of little adjustments.  I went with Marianne to Frisco Fest on Saturday… that helped with the Saturday phone call habit.  It’s not like this is a big change in my life, but it’s alot of little changes.  Points of reference have moved.

Writer’s group met yesterday…some things I’ve wanted to write contained Mother, so I’m no longer as constrained there.  But for now there just doesn’t seem to be time to write much.  Two of the writers are submitting duelling chapters…books in progress.  One really does have some hopes of seeing the light of day as a book, to my mind.  The other may make it as well, but needs lots of reworking.   I enjoyed writing, but the amount of disagreement within a writer’s group is hard for me to deal with.  I know were my aversion to conflict comes from, but that knowlege doesn’t help me deal with it well.  It’s really just differing opinions and shouldn’t bother me.  But it does.  I have to work hard to talk myself down from feeling threatened. 

I promised Mother I’d print up her volume 5 for anyone who wants it.  Dana has the computer but says he’ll send me the files.  Any takers?   I’ll likely have to take the files to Kinkos or some such and see what can be done to get it printed.  It was well over 100 pages, maybe 200 when she no longer could get to the computer to write.

Ghandi, or some other person who is accepted as a sage said one of the seven deadly sins is worship without sacrifice.  Hmmmm… there’s a blogpost there but for now I’ll leave it to leaven.

I’m 20 minutes late leaving for Tulsa, and have decided to make it a full thirty!  Guess I’ll try posting a photo I took yesterday at OMM with Mother.  Not happening.  I lept a couple of hurdles, but somehow I’m not allowed to write where the automated sender is sending my photo.  One last shot.  Still no. 

So it’s US 66 from OKC to Tulsa for me.  I refuse to drop $50 on turnpike fees this week. 

I’ll let you know if we wore Mother completely out yesterday.  She was constantly concerned about getting her computer set up yesterday.  Dana is not for lying to her.  Robert told her we’d set it up as soon as she could get out of bed to use it.  She said, “I’m not just staying here!”  in reference to her bed.  So she is lying to herself.  But that’s the way she best functions for now.  Don’t know if she realizes the boys have taken over her accounting and care.  Magical thinking.  Maybe it’s God’s gift to the truly infirm.

Tania has come and gone. I’ve cut back on the whirlwind of activities surrounding her weekend in town. She did call me today from the airport as her plane rolled up to the gate. And I now have a DVD of wedding photos.

Yesterday’s fun was going to Slidell Little Theater’s production of Little House of Horrors. For a bedroom community, with many of the suburban flatness woes one would imagine, WHERE in the world did Slidell develop such an active, avid theatrical corps? We have two live theaters, one a dinner theater, as well as SLT. The high school plays are not advertised, because there isn’t seating for all the people who would show up if they were. Little House of Horrors was a must see because Quentin’s cello teacher played the shopkeeper. I had dinner for eight at my house, and then we trouped over to the theater. All a success.

Quentin wouldn’t go toward the stage to tell Mr. M how much he enjoyed the show, because he was terrorized by the plant! The puppeteer was great, mostly because he was so invisible. Tania was impressed with the live music. It’s keyboard and drums and maybe a string player, my view was obscured, and I wasn’t listening to it closely enough to analyse. The music never intruded. One of my trig students at PRH did the choreography. I just noticed that today before church when I scanned the playbill again. I’d never seen Little Shop of Horrors, so was unfamiliar with the music. The weakest point was that I missed a lot of the lyrics. The volume was good, but I couldn’t pick out the words. Old ears maybe?

Other very local news… Oppenheimer airs this week, probably Monday and Tuesday. Tania’s credits as co producer are right under David Grubin’s as writer, producer. Watch for it on PBS if you can. I believe it’s on Nova, so I’ll get to see it online in the next few days as well.

Mother says she’s not bothering to tell the folks in the nursing facility about Tania’s work, as most of them left their marbles behind long ago. She so wanting to get back to assisted living. Hope for this week.

Meanwhile, Tara got her invitation to interview for a place at LSU Med school in the fall. She got the interview last year as well. This year she has to pass that hurdle and be invited to enroll in the fall. She says that one of the things they’re truly concerned about with med school applicants is seriousness of their desire to study medicine. So there’s a bit of a premium for coming back and trying again after not making the cut the first time. I’m not sure I like that reasoning. Why ask doctors to hang around and wait yet another year of their lives, when there is so blasted much training involved… and people seriously do want to get out and start in their field before they are 35! But we live longer, healthier lives now.

Less local… Gail is sewing away and I’m envious. Tomorrow I start sewing again. Linda is dealing with what may be the last of many health crises for a brother in law. Prayer for Patricia and Richard would be appreciated.

Proverbs 8:13 - 15

The fear of the LORD is to hate evil;
Pride and arrogance and the evil way
And the perverse mouth I hate.
Counsel is mine, and sound wisdom;
I am understanding, I have strength.
By me kings reign,
And rulers decree justice.

When it comes to biblical commentary, I should simply upshut, but… blogging and upshutting do not go well together. From reading and following Gagdad Bob in One Cosmos, the emphasis off road seeking does have road signs, and they seem to be Truth, Justice and Beauty. These three verses from Proverbs point strongly to two of them. The suggestion to me is that there is truth there, beyond time. King Solomon is a long way back, yet his proverbs include number 8, in the voice of “Wisdom.” “By me kings reign and rulers decree justice.”

* Meanwhile, I’ve a LOT of collected clips to share, but I’ll settle for the one I think is the strongest writing. David Warren takes on the coronation and the subsequent pronouncements on the closing of Gitmo.

President Obama began his term, playing the great liberator, with his hand on Abraham Lincoln’s Bible, and an executive order symbolically freeing the slaves — or more precisely, an instruction to close the “plantation” at Guantanamo Bay that houses select Islamist terrorists from around the world. The world’s “liberals” have roared their approval.

And he uses the line from Dickens, “the law is a ass.” That was Dicken’s wasn’t it?

I don’t like ugly. Prisons are brutal nasty places even when it’s just the local jailhouse. Would we be better served by just treating these guys like the cockroach, vermin that they are? And I’ve read some of the indications that Gitmo is uglier than ugly in it’s justice. I am suspicious that if Gitmo is closed without a viable alternative, the orders on the front may be to take no prisoners. What’s scary is that by the time that becomes obvious to me, it’s possibly been s- o- p- for a while. We’re fighting a brutally nasty enemy. We may have little choice but to follow the enemy into the hellhole of his mind in order to destroy. I hate war and warfare. I don’t like thinking about it. Prisons, war and enemies who want us dead or made over in their sick images. It’s all ugly. But refusing to face it does not make it go away.

One more link… This is over long, but the trend to making obesity a disease, and overeating a sickness of some sort is well SICK! I’m a fatty boobalatty, and I’m fighting the battle of the bulge, but I am not sick because I’m fat. I’m damn healthy. My metabolism would be the pride of a nation in times of famine. Luckily we’ve not seen famine in my lifetime. Obesity is the product of genetic tendencies and choices about what to eat. Nothing more. It does not ask for a tax on soft drinks or a special class of people who deserve some sort of phony sympathy. Keep your platitudes and let me deal with my own problems, thank you.

As respects the fusalage in Gaza, Linda’s remark is in the vein of “same ol’, same ol’.” True, but guess I’m crazy. I’d like to see the war fought till there was a clear winner and loser and we could go on to other battles.

The wedding photo of the day… here I have one that is almost as good as the photographer’s photos. Tara and Marianne attend to the last details of getting the dress in order.

Proverbs 8:8 - 9 (More words from Wisdom, crying at the gates)

All the words of my mouth are with righteousness;
Nothing crooked or perverse is in them.
They are all plain to him who understands,
And right to those who find knowledge.

Random thoughts while Quilting

I’ve decided the main reason for buying someone’s pattern is to let someone else figure out which way to press the seams!

Looking at the colors in the shop hop quilt from Houston, I’m reminded of the fancy dresses I colored as a kid by taking three random colors out of the crayon box. The colors in this thing would never in a million years have been my choice, but I sew each block and just admire the way the thing looks. It does stretch your color sense.

Truly odd batiks in this thing. So six of the blocks done, and I’ve turned off the iron, turned off the sewing machine, and I’m off to Tulsa. Back for Christmas weather permitting. I’ll get back to my revolving pattern of working a bit on this and a bit on that. I’m not very enthused about any of them at this moment, but four days away from the sewing machine will have me chomping at the bit again. And very soon I’ll have the first round robin project to work on.

Pictures saved for this blog

The first photo is the bridal bouquet.

Tania’s flowers were spectacular. Originally it was the plan to order bulk and make the corsages, the bridal bouquet and all the table decorations. Tania wisely decided that maybe we weren’t florist enough to do the corsages, so she ordered those as well as the bridal bouquet. I just loved the bright non traditional colors. But all the arrangements that went on the tables were done from a delivery of fresh roses. Dozens and dozens of roses. Delightful.

Proverbs 8:5 - 7 Wisdom Calling

“..O you simple ones, understand prudence, and you fools, be of an understanding heart.
Listen, for I will speak of excellent things, and from the opening of my lips will come right things;
For my mouth will speak truth; wickedness is an abomination to my lips…”

Wisdom doesn’t call to those of us who are too smart for our britches. Oh you simple ones and fools. Yup, it’s the straightforward understanding of right things, not the subtle and over rationalized, nuanced facts and ideas of the universities to whom truth calls out. The fools and the simple ones have a chance to hear the excellent things, the right things. It doesn’t seem to make sense that a religion that calls men to seek truth would call for the simple and the fools. But there it is. My we all be simple and fools.

So, now for the too smart for the britches stuff…
My sense is that if you have time to read this blog in this season you’re just looking for time wasters. I’m here to help! Here is about a 20 minute video clib of a talk to some group (Reason magazine?) or other about the cause of the housing bubble and the ensuing market crash. I imagine I’ve linked something similar before, but this just makes sense to me. But what doesn’t make sense at all is the price of gasoline. Deb may have some insight into that one as she worked in the industry for a great while. Linda asked in the comments why gasoline that cost $4 a gallon last summer is now $1.50. I personally hate to ask, because I figure it’s like pointing out a teachers grading error in my favor. If I bring it up, I’m gonna lose something for it! But honestly, what caused the run up in gas prices and what on earth dropped it back to prices we thought we might never see again? No complaints mind you. I’ll drive back and forth to Tulsa on $60 of gasoline instead of $150 which is where we were not too long ago.

And in case you hadn’t figure out that I’m now a card carrying raving conservative, something truly odd happened while I was driving to Chalmette to turn in my grades. I tuned in some “Rush radio,” and instead of flipping the dial away like it was poison, which is the way I always treated Rush and all the Christian broadcasts, anything that sounded like rap, and various other types of fare, I left it to run, and ENJOYED it! Yup, it’s official. I’m sick. I still found him rather pompous and annoying on a lot of points but he got going on the calls by Colin Powell for him to let the Republican party move to the center, and he really got wound up. But the issue among Republicans of how to deal with this time in the wilderness, and how to regroup into a viable party is an interesting conversation.

It’s a shame my father didn’t live to see this. I used to mock him and all the time he’d spend listening to Rush (as he was going senile…hmmm) Next thing you know, I’ll believe McDonalds is find dining. We do turn into our parents as we get older??? Surely it’s not required.

Who knows what if any blogging from the road. Merry Christmas to yas! Let’s have 2009 be a healthy year of zestful living. I’m 25 lbs. lighter than I began the year. I’ll be aiming to knock off the next 25 this next year.