…arm, that is. Our Sweet Girl is a casualty of the Monkey Bar Menace. Picture Trapp Pond State Park…the grill just about ready for the hot dogs…a quick trip to the playground. Now, picture Mamma, Grammy and Samantha leaving the boys and Sofie behind for another quick trip…to Nanticoke Memorial in Seaford. Ultimately, Sweet Girl required surgery to fix that elbow for the future…yet another trip up I95 to A.I. DuPont…finally in a room at 1:30a on Sunday morning. Surgery and recovery by 10:30a…on the road for the best trip…home…by 3p. Samantha’s been one strong, little woman. Doing what needs to be done. It became funny to see the nods of recognition each time a staffer asked what happened…hence, the Monkey Bar Menace name. One intern swore that orthopedists invented/fund monkey bar makers to safeguard their jobs. Cute.
Archive for the ‘Kathy’ Category
Last week, Kathy and I spent the day in St. Michael’s , MD. We have a plan to meet-up on a quarterly basis and spend the day, catching up with one another. We missed our spring tete a tete and just barely made the summer deadline. But we did! We met at the St. Michael’s branch library – but of course – and while I waited for her, I sat outside in the reading garden. Luckily, I was able to capture this butterfly who was having a love affair with these flowers:
We have this wonderful tradition of taking a picture of one another taking a picture of one another; this is my photo of Kathy getting a picture of me:
And we had a grand time, talking and talking and talking…and for lunch fairly good Maryland crab-cakes… topped off with delicious hand-dipped ice cream cones. Just the right ending to a perfect day’ See you in October, friend!
…Bowlin that is! My Pam + I did the “wild hair” thing and ran to Lancaster, PA for a CKC event in late July. Turns out that one of my favorite scrapbook creators, Jenni Bowlin, is from the area and was womanning her own vendor space…well, along with Her Hub on cash register. Yeah, that’s me…I especially love the one where I’m semi-stalking. Grab the Moments, folks…grab the Moments.
2013 is the year! Finally! On Saturday, May 11th, my mother and I traveled to Indian Head to join Tammy at the Annual Mother/Daughter Tea at her church. I have been trying to get there for years. While our daughters weren’t there, we were able to make over Darren’s. My niece Niki is a walking hug; and the addition of her Vanna and friend, Paulette, made our table perfect. And at a neighboring table, my niece, Pam, and her Cheyenne, welcomed her sister and mother. The female energy in the room was so powerful. So, why did we allow men to run the world again?
I have always been so focused on the mother/daughter part of the gathering that I missed the fact that this was a TEA PARTY! Oh my…
Mom and I zipped around town before the tea. This shot captures my childhood. I spent many hours on the Green…from firework displays to Halloween costume parades while in elementary school to quiet times sitting on the fountain (where did the rocks come from?) during a solitary bike ride…thanks for letting me drive up, Mom.
Next time, the adventure continues with the other women in my family!
Yep…I’m still here! While winding up activities started yesterday…which was not only National Scrapbook Day but also National Star Wars Day (May the 4th be with you!), I stopped and sat my posterior down to write! Finally! We chose TriVista as our blog title to emphasize the 3 characters, words, lives reflected here. As I read through what my Dear Friends have added over the last month and delight in their words and imagery, I regret that my view is missing. My apologies. After all, the triangle is one of our most esthetic yet strongest structures. So in typical random fashion…
These 2 bushes were all that remained alive at our entrance. Action was required. Kate, The Littles and Grammy headed to Lowe’s for new plantings! We spent a too-perfect Sunday digging, raking and giggling. I’ll add a picture as the area fills in.
Each year during April’s Autism Awareness Month, Autism Delaware and the Sussex Consortium offer a First Responders workshop focused on understanding/serving our folks and others with verbal communication/neurological differences. The 2013 session was in Jonathan’s memory; Jim + I were asked to provide the “human” side of the information. Well, Jim wasn’t quite “ready for Primetime,” as he said, so I put on my public speaking face and sallied forth. I spoke first. I did well…Jonny’s big smile behind me on the projection screen, hitting my points, mixing humor throughout. But to my surprise, as the day progressed, the autism experts kept referring to Jon’s experiences and deferring to me for comment. That old knot in the stomach came and went…tearing up only occasionally. Then as the day drew to an end, Pam Graves…who started out as Jon’s para when he was about 6 years old and ended as his teacher/transition coach for years 14-21…stepped forward and began to speak in a shaking voice. “You know, we lost Jonathan last year…” She presented me with the gift above. Pam hopes to place it deep in the sand at the spot where Jim spread his ashes. The group had come together to literally solidify how much they loved Jonathan and love us. I was taken aback at first…despite its beauty, this felt like a grave marker. But, the signs are everywhere. Laura’s sky-reaching release of Mom, the Marina Day hat (epic) story and, of course, the timing. We are entering the rapids of our first year without Bubba. On May 7th, he was near death when he entered the hospital for the first time. We thank the heavens that we have Loved Ones in the raft, paddles at the ready. And, Jonny’s hand on our shoulders yet again.
Let me present Healthy Man! While this super-hero is sitting instead of digging the holes for our plantings, he is cancer-free and more himself than he has been in 2 years. Maybe longer. Surgical recovery was painful + demanding; it was particularly hard given Jim had never been through any of the hospital stay/home care scenario. But, slow and steady wins the race has been our life together and will continue to be. I’m just thrilled at the prospect of what our future holds…starting with a trip to Idaho in September where I will meet his NASBLA family after 16 years! Yee-ha.
…to offer a quick hello. Why? To put into action one of my OLW intentions: there is just enough time. I have my own thank yous to share and a story or two, but for now…I’m thinking of you. The photos are at a Lewes Library Ladies Luncheon last October…hence the disguises. This bunch and I make sure we get together at least once a year. Just enough time.
That’s right. Mother…the verb, the noun, the proper noun. I printed out the visual thesaurus for the front of my album as I have for the last 3 years. I was pleased. It seemed to hold plenty of words for intentions and actions for the year. Then, I went to my American Heritage Dictionary. Glory be…there was a treasure for my OLW work. NOTE: I need to start reading that thing again. Words/meanings/joys.
As for the picture below, Samantha brought the branch + acorn to me after a particularly blustery September day. The acorn fell from its cap a few weeks in. We glued it back and pampered the thing through Thanksgiving…we even put it on our Thanksgiving table. Yes, we mothered it.
Let your word present itself to you or seek it out but find it…it wants to be found.
…Winter needs to wait. Christmas decor is out of my office; Winter decor is in. But, I need to keep Christmas at home for a while longer. Why? My journaling is nearly complete…and pictures are in hand. The 2012 Journal Your Christmas album calls. I’m documenting my commitment to creativity and spirit right now. I just need to get through 2 more days at work. HA! Meanwhile, here’s my opening page.
We enjoyed Ben’s caroling at his pre-school last night. A half-dozen 3-year-olds jammin’ to Jingle Bells. So fun. And as so often happens, I flashed back to my own Littles and times passed. While rummaging through recently scanned photos, I found this shot of the Maynard Bumper Crop awaiting permission to dive into the stockings from Mammaw. From the left, we have First Grandchild Shannon. Luckily, she had us all for 4 years before Heather (1981), Jeffrey (1982), Catherine (1982), Katie (1982) were born. Mac (1985) is 14 months old and Josh (1986) is in my arms as I take the picture. Anything sweeter than the faces of children for the holiday? Yes, most have their own kids to pose now…and to hear the explanation of first, second and third cousins. *grin* It’s a Hill Thing.