I will miss you, Grandpa.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Laundry-lanch! Another trip ... maybe two
Mount Laundry was scaled yesterday. Sans a sherpa. We started about 6 a.m. and are just now mopping up the last few sort and folds.
It's been like that around here since Grandma passed away in January. There are still some bags to unpack, or at least some things hiding in bags that we need to find. Laundry has been done between those times, but some was hiding hither and tither.
I head out tomorrow morning for the other Washington.
I've never been there.
It'll be the farthest east I've traveled (sans the jaunt to Russia ... the Golden Ring around Moscow ... which, ironically covered more national capitals and principality capitals of Russia well before me going to DC). I've been to Philadelphia, PA, but that's about it.
Coming back will be interesting, though. Mom tells me that two days ago, or thereabouts, Grandpa decided that it was time to stop eating. He's 91, he served in WWII ... was on the beaches of Normandy, and did a tour through France. He married Grandma when my mom was about the age of my eldest daughter.
His favorite prayer:
I Jesu navn gar vi til bords,
Spise og drikke pa ditt ord.
Deg Gud til aere, oss til gavn,
Sa far vi mat i Jesu navn
Amen.
It's a Norwegian table prayer. I'm blessed to have it above my table. I don't know how to say it, but I know he liked it.
When I was about my daughter's age (!), Grandma and him took us in. Me, my three brothers and my mom. There was something about a mortgage not being paid in the course of my parent's divorce, so we moved the hour, hour and 1/2 south to live with them.
For the past 32 years, I could pick up the phone and dial the same number ... even to this day, and get him on the phone. I haven't recently, because he is hard of hearing.
All I can do is pray.
Pray that he is loved.
Pray that he as done good work.
Pray that he will find peace soon.
It's been like that around here since Grandma passed away in January. There are still some bags to unpack, or at least some things hiding in bags that we need to find. Laundry has been done between those times, but some was hiding hither and tither.
I head out tomorrow morning for the other Washington.
I've never been there.
It'll be the farthest east I've traveled (sans the jaunt to Russia ... the Golden Ring around Moscow ... which, ironically covered more national capitals and principality capitals of Russia well before me going to DC). I've been to Philadelphia, PA, but that's about it.
Coming back will be interesting, though. Mom tells me that two days ago, or thereabouts, Grandpa decided that it was time to stop eating. He's 91, he served in WWII ... was on the beaches of Normandy, and did a tour through France. He married Grandma when my mom was about the age of my eldest daughter.
His favorite prayer:
I Jesu navn gar vi til bords,
Spise og drikke pa ditt ord.
Deg Gud til aere, oss til gavn,
Sa far vi mat i Jesu navn
Amen.
It's a Norwegian table prayer. I'm blessed to have it above my table. I don't know how to say it, but I know he liked it.
When I was about my daughter's age (!), Grandma and him took us in. Me, my three brothers and my mom. There was something about a mortgage not being paid in the course of my parent's divorce, so we moved the hour, hour and 1/2 south to live with them.
For the past 32 years, I could pick up the phone and dial the same number ... even to this day, and get him on the phone. I haven't recently, because he is hard of hearing.
All I can do is pray.
Pray that he is loved.
Pray that he as done good work.
Pray that he will find peace soon.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Yup. Busy.
Caucus. Convention, and other things inbetween.
Good year. Great year.
Oh, and I'm working now.
Good year. Great year.
Oh, and I'm working now.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Happy Easter.
During one of the most stressful weeks of my life: the copious number of events, planning and stresses compounded by a new job beginning and another ending; the Easter message rings through.
Somehow, in this furious series of events and compounding stress, one last thing was added this week.
It could have broken the proverbial camel's back.
But rather than crush; it strengthened me.
Late in the week, I was asked to essentially be a ... to be a, um Godfather.
A Godfather to a friend that I have known since 1996 ... someone who I worked closely with in college, and saw on occasion over the past 10 years.
I accepted the call ... and tonight with chickadee, with love and patience we sponsored our 30-year old nurse friend into our church family. Through baptism.
Wow.
Frankly, I'm speechless ... and we sponsored her husband through his affirmation of faith.
We're proud to serve them as we grow together in faith.
Somehow, in this furious series of events and compounding stress, one last thing was added this week.
It could have broken the proverbial camel's back.
But rather than crush; it strengthened me.
Late in the week, I was asked to essentially be a ... to be a, um Godfather.
A Godfather to a friend that I have known since 1996 ... someone who I worked closely with in college, and saw on occasion over the past 10 years.
I accepted the call ... and tonight with chickadee, with love and patience we sponsored our 30-year old nurse friend into our church family. Through baptism.
Wow.
Frankly, I'm speechless ... and we sponsored her husband through his affirmation of faith.
We're proud to serve them as we grow together in faith.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Keep your eyes peeled, please!
I'll let chickadee take the time to explain on her blog ...
But keep your eyes out for our blue 1989 Toyota Camry, license plate 459 WSO.
It was stolen from a large parking lot this afternoon.
Everyone is okay.
Thanks for your help!
But keep your eyes out for our blue 1989 Toyota Camry, license plate 459 WSO.
It was stolen from a large parking lot this afternoon.
Everyone is okay.
Thanks for your help!
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