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Tuesday, April 15, 2014


We have a plethora of beautiful girls in our second generation--meet Lorelai.  She looks determined with a sweetness chaser.  I can't wait to meet her.  I'll probably need a bib and utensils because I plan on eating her up!  She makes NINE grandkids--six pink, three blue.  Smashing fun!  I love her ballerina ostrich.  She sent me some birthday greetings and apologized for coming 4 days early of that.  Not to worry.  We'll share the same zodiac sign and call it good.  I find myself peering deep into this picture--trying to perceive her soul, you know.  She may be a caboose in that family.  I'm wondering who was at her send-off celebration...Will she be the doll toting sidekick her sister Rosie really needs?  I hope her arms are skinny enough for the sweater I'm knitting!  Dog lover or cat affecianado?  Tummy or back sleeper?  Mommy's girl or Daddy's?  Are there mud puddles in her future?  Bubble baths?  She seems completely likeable to me.  Welcome to the circus, Lorelai.   Grab a hand, hold on, enjoy the cotton candy, and watch out for the tigers...Love, Grammy

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

How It All Came Out Today

I can't really speak for everyone, but at OUR house the decades are fairly spinning--like a giant Groucho Marx You Bet Your Life spinner with a sneer on its face.  Why, it seems only yesterday ("Can I?  Huh?  Huh?  Can I?  Not 'til I'm 50?? Awww heck.") that I was toddling off to my very first colonoscopy.  Omaha it was.  2004.  And now a decade later...

I'm not going too far into details, just can't resist the highlights.  Paco left the house early early today to get a crown on a tooth he broke.  One car is in the shop, so I said all gallant like, "Ill just walk."  We live about 3 miles from the hospital, but the day was above freezing--bikini weather for Brrrrrr Lake.  Now, I'm just vain enough that I took some extra time today getting ready.  Don't want anyone examining my ROOTS along with my colon!  Neither do I want to become legendary for fuzzy legs.  Needless to say my pastoral walk into town turned into alternate speed walking/jogging as I raced the clock.  It seemed too early to solicit friend help, and besides my phone was dead.  With a mile left and my appointment time behind me, I hailed down a car.  She waved merrily and passed me by.  Then I got aggressive and stepped out in front of the next truck, flailing both arms this time.  And THAT is how I ended up being delivered to my colonoscopy by a Peruvian sheep rancher.  Honestly.

P.S.  Who knew my procedure included lunch in the cafeteria for me AND my newly-crowned designated driver!  AND I got an A FREAKING PLUS on my colon!!!!!!!!  Whoooo--eeeee!

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss

I've done some crazy things in my day, but I don't think I've ever masking taped whiskers to my cheek.  That puts you one up on me, Pete.  Hats off to you!  I celebrate Dr. Seuss' birthday every year and have done since it began a few decades ago following his death.  This year I sent out copies of Bartholomew and the Oobleck with good intentions of following it up with a box of corn startch for ooblecking.  Good intentions.. If the truth be known, I'm only a semi-fan of Dr. Seuss' books.  He scores high on whimsy, medium to low on content, and higher than average on morals in my book, yet I remain a fan of celebrating his birthday and do so with more fanfare than most.  We're dragging it out at my school this week, so I can really sink my teeth in this year.  We'll decorate a tree, write some 100 wordbank stories (that's all Dr. Seuss was allowed by Random House for The Cat in the Hat,) read some old Seuss books, maybe make some treats, don some hats, decorate a bit, and invite some readers in.  I don't sound like a semi fan do I?  I just don't think he falls into any greatness categories.  In 1991 I had students write the title of their favorite Seuss book on a large poster of the cat in the hat which we laminated, rolled into a mailer, added an Idaho centennial cap, and shipped off to La Jolla, CA, where he lived at the time.  I've told my heartsick story about preserving the letter he sent back to us SOOOOOOOOOO well that it's STILL in hiding!  Then a few months later he died.  Dr. Seuss represents serendipity to me.  He fell into children's books, fell into infamy.  I don't think he was too conscious about any of it.  He had a natural gift for rhyme.  In another time and place, he'd have probably made a dandy advertising copy writer.  Back in the day he was a man in the right place at the right time--wide open market.  But then, he pretty much cornered red and white stripes, didn't he?  I don't mean to be too hard on the old guy.  I still remain a fan.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014


Let's put our webbed hands together and welcome Rory to the 5th grade neighborhood!  We won't know whether Rory is a she or a he gecko for six months, so we'll just refer to her/him as Rory.  This newest addition to our zoo (and I think we're safely finished with that) came as the result of a PetSmart grant I wrote.  The habitat specified in the grant had been recalled. so it took longer than anticipated to work out the details.  Rory is quite labor intensive--different lights for night and day, temperature and humidity-controlled environment, 4 crickets a day SPRINKLED with calcium powder--to say NOTHING of a detachable tail if Rory gets peeved!  Rory is only weeks old but should grow to about 10 inches AND can look forward to the addition of mealy worms to the diet soon.  Four crickets a day translates to about 44 cents a day, so you do the math!!!!!  Once spring hits we can probably scare up our own crickets, but until then we're taking donations and looking for shuttling volunteers.  We can even send the cricket hotel with you. We're also going to have to furnish Rory's habitat with some fake plants, rocks, and  branches or whatever for climbing/shading purposes.  Today we stuck a piece of dryer vent coil in that we'd had for our hedgehog Rosie, and we found Rory stretched out in its shade basking for all the world like a beach bum!!  Incidentally Rory edged out Cupid, Geico, Gary, Jibbly, Aaron, Captain Jack, and Sonic in the naming contest today.  I'm too much of a Gilmore Girls fan to object, but as gecko names go, Rory seems unique.  Hedgehog/gecko compatibility still remains a topic for research.  Stay tuned!  Don't touch that dial!

Sunday, February 9, 2014

"I Wanna Hold Your Haaaaaand!"

I remember it like it was yesterday--the whole family gathered around our black and white TV much like we did EVERY Sunday night--Ed Sullivan!!.  The Sunday roast leftovers had been made into sandwiches--toasted white bread, mustard, sliced homemade dill pickles provided the perfect sandwich crunch.  We each had our own little plate--sandwiches like this are still the ultimate comfort food for me.  We usually had chocolate milk as well. This particular Sunday carried with it the anticipation which had been building.  The Beatles were coming!!!  I was already the proud owner of a Beatles 45 record--"She Loves You" and "I Wanna Hold Your Hand".  In light of the current technology, that turquoise and white square boxed hi-fi with the center spindle and round 45 record adapter unit which you had to wedge onto the spindle when you switched from 33 1/3 to 45 seems just short of cave man.  But I remember listening to that record for hours and hours on my stomach in front of it watching it go around and around.  My three best friends and I premiered later that winter as the Fab 4 in our weekly 5th grade talent show.  I was Ringo--he was my favorite for a long time, obviously until I discovered Paul.  We had wigs and lip synched.  Great fun.  We were a hit.  Those same friends and I watched ALL the Beatles movies at the theatre on Friday night.  I've been a fan for 50 years.  I madly snapped photos a decade or so back of the pub in London where Linda met Paul.  I reverently visited Strawberry Fields in Central Park in the 90's and painstakingly took pictures of my students, lying down heads to the center of the Imagine mosaic there.  My classrooms have always sported some Beatles references--posters, biographies, bobble head dolls. Fifty years is a long long time to keep friends--especially ones you've never met and who are so very very famous at that.  I looked around my fifth grade classroom the other day and determined where we would have stood during that talent show.  The fact that my 50 year memories are connected to my year gives me warm feelings.  So I'm just pausing to pay homage to you guys.  Thanks.  You're down by half.  I'm so sorry about that.  You had a good run, albeit brief.  Rock on... You are truly in a class by yourself.

Favorite books

  • Me 'n Steve
  • Thundering Sneakers
  • James Herriott's vet books
  • The Count of Monte Cristo
  • Travels with Charley
  • A Walk in the Woods
  • Peace Like a River
  • The Egg and I
  • Mary Poppins
  • Extremly Loud Incredibly Close
  • How Green Was my Valley