I really like to write. It's a way for me to see my thoughts and feelings in print and then to try and perfect the way they are expressed--thus not really my thoughts and feelings at all but an edited version of my thoughts and feelings. Then I reread the blog and see the missed spellings and grammatical errors and then I'm embarrassed that people will judge me as a nit wit. So the whole original purpose of this blog is ethereal.
Oh please! So I think I shouldn't care. Ha!!! I do--but I'm going to continue anyway fumbling my way through this new cyber world, making mistakes and expressing my thoughts and feelings. Thank you.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Elevator Story
I entered the elevator on the first floor with four other people. One was a middle aged man in shorts and bright shirt. On the second floor a women got on. The man said to the women, "Do you live on my floor." She looked at him quizzically and said "yes". He said "Oh, how long have you been living there"? ( I'm assuming that the man is being awfully nosy.) She said "About 14 years--that's how long we've been married." It was a good laugh for me and yet another lesson in assuming. The couple enjoyed that I got a big kick out of it. I LOVE THE ELEVATOR !!!!!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Raised in "The Kitchen".
My grandson will be 21 the middle of July. He's survived his childhood and teen-age-hood in Manhattan and when he was born I thought it could never happen. How does a kid survive in the big city? Well believe me it was much different then how his mother was raised and his father too. They were both products of the suburbs and small communities
I remember seeing his mother walk up 5 flights of stairs to their tiny tenement apartment with the baby on her back and groceries in both hands.
The bathroom had no sink, and the metal shower was barley big enough for one small person. The bedroom consisted of a loft bed for mom and dad and a small mattress for baby who eventually grew---with a curtain in between. There was always an easel setup in the living-room with paints and canvases all over. The sound of loud music was every where--the Chinese food take out, right below, smelled of burnt grease and over fried food. The sounds of the streets with police sirens and firetrucks blared 24/7.
People were in and out at all hours. And one could watch the hook ups of the women of the night, below on the street. Is this how my grandchild will be raised????????
I loved it!!!.
He could see the Empire State Building every night change colors. He had a perfect view of the magnificent Manhattan skyline and he had access to all the culture and excitement the city could offer. The apartment was constantly flowing with all kinds of interesting people. Actors, artists, writers and people from all walks of life and from all kinds of interesting places. There were parties on the roof--there were holiday parties- opening night parties- closing night parties- birthday and wedding parties. My grandson was always a part of the goings on. There was lots of love and every one knew "T". All of this was normal to him. He had park play dates with his childhood friends and he graduated kindergarten in Central Park.
He has grown and thrived in this big city environment. The trade offs have worked for him. He is creative. He writes, paints, plays music and remains wise beyond his years. I have always believed that he is an old soul and that we have much to learn from him.
Congratulations "T". You are developing into a magnificent human being.
I love you gobs.
I remember seeing his mother walk up 5 flights of stairs to their tiny tenement apartment with the baby on her back and groceries in both hands.
The bathroom had no sink, and the metal shower was barley big enough for one small person. The bedroom consisted of a loft bed for mom and dad and a small mattress for baby who eventually grew---with a curtain in between. There was always an easel setup in the living-room with paints and canvases all over. The sound of loud music was every where--the Chinese food take out, right below, smelled of burnt grease and over fried food. The sounds of the streets with police sirens and firetrucks blared 24/7.
People were in and out at all hours. And one could watch the hook ups of the women of the night, below on the street. Is this how my grandchild will be raised????????
I loved it!!!.
He could see the Empire State Building every night change colors. He had a perfect view of the magnificent Manhattan skyline and he had access to all the culture and excitement the city could offer. The apartment was constantly flowing with all kinds of interesting people. Actors, artists, writers and people from all walks of life and from all kinds of interesting places. There were parties on the roof--there were holiday parties- opening night parties- closing night parties- birthday and wedding parties. My grandson was always a part of the goings on. There was lots of love and every one knew "T". All of this was normal to him. He had park play dates with his childhood friends and he graduated kindergarten in Central Park.
He has grown and thrived in this big city environment. The trade offs have worked for him. He is creative. He writes, paints, plays music and remains wise beyond his years. I have always believed that he is an old soul and that we have much to learn from him.
Congratulations "T". You are developing into a magnificent human being.
I love you gobs.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Birthday Boy
Today is my sons birthday. My kids are 15 years apart. One child from each marriage. Both Tauruses, both born on Saturday at the same time mid afternoon. Even though they have different fathers they are scarily alike. This is weird considering they were raised under much different circumstances.
My son spent his growing up years with his father and step mother and two step siblings in Southern California.
I never got to know my son. We spent little time together but we were always in contact and I received timely updates regarding his progress from his father and step mother.
He became a skilled surfer as he entered the tumultuous teens and has continued the surfer lifestyle to this day.
He is a searcher. He's lived in Hawaii for a few years, Mexico for a time and several states all within a car ride of the ocean. My water-boy.
It's his birthday and I don't even know what his favorite meal is so I can cook it for him. I have a sorrow in my soul that I believe will never be heeled.
He is kind. He is funny. He is smart and he keeps me on my toes. He calls me at least once a week to report his happenings and I report mine. I lecture him and he gives me good natured ribbing. He has his fathers quick, infectious sense of humor and I always feel happy and blessed after we speak.
I will see him this summer. He is in Eugene and will be there when I visit Oregon. He is the big reason I'm going to Oregon. I know he will want to be active and will be on me cuz I'm basically a lump.
I love you my unique son.
But today I still don't know what his favorite meal is.
My son spent his growing up years with his father and step mother and two step siblings in Southern California.
I never got to know my son. We spent little time together but we were always in contact and I received timely updates regarding his progress from his father and step mother.
He became a skilled surfer as he entered the tumultuous teens and has continued the surfer lifestyle to this day.
He is a searcher. He's lived in Hawaii for a few years, Mexico for a time and several states all within a car ride of the ocean. My water-boy.
It's his birthday and I don't even know what his favorite meal is so I can cook it for him. I have a sorrow in my soul that I believe will never be heeled.
He is kind. He is funny. He is smart and he keeps me on my toes. He calls me at least once a week to report his happenings and I report mine. I lecture him and he gives me good natured ribbing. He has his fathers quick, infectious sense of humor and I always feel happy and blessed after we speak.
I will see him this summer. He is in Eugene and will be there when I visit Oregon. He is the big reason I'm going to Oregon. I know he will want to be active and will be on me cuz I'm basically a lump.
I love you my unique son.
But today I still don't know what his favorite meal is.
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