Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Yes, it's a Spurs post....

Evidently, my daughters are not fans of my posts concerning my Spurs, but this one is a must!!

For years, the Spurs have been looked down on by those lowly LA Lakers, but last night, they were finally given the respect they deserved! The guys came out gunning, and even thought Timmy and my man, Manu, did little point-wise, the Spurs put them in their place. This was our first big test of the season, some said, and was a measuring stick of how the team really was doing. Well, it was a pleasure to watch them shoot at will and deny the purple and black. I guess our new guys just saw it as another team, and were not intimidated by Koby; did you SEE George put his finger in Koby's face!?!?

So, I'm a happy Spurs fan today; hoping for many more games like that one to come!! :)

Monday, December 27, 2010

The Day After Christmas

This weekend, we celebrated Christmas in Houston with Andy's family and our own. Everyone was present, with the exception of our niece, and so it was quite a crowd three little ones - a new generation - added plenty of joy to the season, as did having Mom and Dad still amongst us.
Christmas Eve found us enjoying a quiet day, capped off by a beautiful church service where Dana worships. Even little Bladen sang; his words known only to him, but his little voice joining in with fervor. They were captivated by the images on the large screen above them, and the candles lit during Silent Night mystified their little minds.

Santa came bright and early. We enjoyed delicious Gingerbread cake and Sausage Balls while we opened gifts. Too quickly, it was over. Later, we joined the rest of the LaMores for a wonderful dinner, games, and a giftcard exchange.
After worship the next morning, we enjoyed breakfast together, and then we headed home. Christmas was over, again.

So, we're home now, watching gift movies and finding places for Christmas treasures. The Seasonal music cds are stored away for another year, and soon the tree and stockings will be put away. Tomorrow, Andy returns to work. Life goes on.

I hope you all had a great holiday; I have had one to remember for a long time. Loved ones happy, well, and safe. The best gift of all.

Now, to the New Year!!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Joy Renewed

I have always enjoyed Christmas, as have most people. The sneaking around, the lists, the choosing of wrapping paper, and the overall optimistic attitude of the folks around me.

All the years I taught, I loved the excitement of the children in the school. They were sometimes harder to keep a handle on, but children anticipating Christmas is contagious, and I often felt like one of them. This has been a different year; being retired I was not on a school campus to "catch" their fever.

However, I do have two little elves who are making this holiday season even more precious than ever. The presence of Liz and Bladen around the tree and opening their stockings and gifts will add a new level of joy to my life in a couple of days. I always look forward to seeing Dana, Erin, and Gregg open theirs, and this year is no different - I always sneak in a gift they weren't anticipating to liven things up!

So, to you and yours, Merry Christmas, and a Happy Holidays to all. I'll be thinking of you!!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Thoughts in the night

This weekend, we learned of the passing of one of our church family. He'd been battling cancer for a while, but kept on going - good days and bad, he fought on. We'd seen him at church on Wednesday night, and he was laughing and talking to folks as usual. Some men saw him at the jail working with the ministry there on Friday night. No clue of what was coming...

On Saturday, he began feeling bad, and it worsened until his family decided to take him to San Antonio to the hospital. He died in the car on the way.

Alive - working, worshipping, loving the family, fighting the cancer.
Dead - so sudden, so "unexpected", so final.

Although we knew it would happen eventually, we were taken aback by it's arrival; people around me were shell-shocked and saddened. Someone actually said, "He wasn't supposed to die; he was going to beat it."

So, on Thursday, we will gather in the auditorium where we always saw him to honor his life and support his family.

Alive. Dead. Too soon....

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

One quiet, blissful hour

Saturday was Bladen's first birthday party. We arrived at the Johnson home about 9:30 to find the place jumping - Gregg's family had arrived , and cleaning and preparing was going on all over the place.

About an hour later, Gregg went to put "B" down for his morning nap, but he wouldn't settle down. With Erin gone and Gregg in the shower, this Nana decided to take matters into her own hand. What followed was the most magnificent hour I've had in a long, long time.

When I entered his room, Bladen was glad to see me. I lifted him out of his crib, and headed to the rocking chair. It's been a while since I rocked a baby to sleep, and I took advantage of the timing. We settled in, and in just a short while, this little birthday boy was sound asleep in my arms. The room was dark, and cool, and he felt like warm butter in my arms. He rested soundly as I sang to him, and we spent the whole time doing just that. I considered briefly trying to lay him in his crib, but decided to just stay there and smell his sweet hair and listen to his sweet baby sounds.

Eventually, both Gregg and Erin came in to check on us, and after a while, he stirred. While he was awake, he was not eager to get down, and waited patiently with me until his mom came in to dress him for the party. Our private time was over, and we rejoined the crowd to celebrate his first year of life.

When the girls were babies, I found this poem which I recalled that day. I don't know it all right now, but I do remember this part: "Hide away cobwebs, dust go to sleep; I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep."

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Over the hills and in the woods, to Elaine's house we go!!

This past weekend, after Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday, Andy and I headed north. We traveled up Hwy 281 to the small town of Millsap. There, we spent the weekend with my cousin Elaine and her family. I got Erin's middle name from Elaine because she is one of the sweetest people in my family, and I wanted my girl to take that from her. She has.

Elaine and Royce, who married while in high school, live in a little cluster of homes with their son and daughter and their families. All weekend, one person or another would walk in and visit or borrow something or bring over whatever it was that Elaine needed. And then, there were the father and son weiner dogs, Woody and Tag, who were very entertaining! The house smelled of delicious foods and the leaves blew softly down from the trees outside. It was peaceful.

On Saturday, we met up with Randall, Linda, Mike and Deeann for the reunion in Cool, Texas. It was a lovely little church down a windy road with the cemetery in back. Elaine's mother and stepfather are buried there. Andy disappeared, and I found him out back, visiting with Mike as he fried fish. Soon, lots and lots of other cousins showed up; some I know well - others, not. They all enjoyed seeing pictures of my brother and hearing about Liz, Bladen, Erin, Gregg, and Dana. After eating, we enjoyed a wonderful slide-show (power point) that Deeann had put together, and played some games. We had an auction to earn money for my aunt's scholarship fund, and then it was over.

Some of us returned to Elaine's for more visiting; Elaine brought out Mamaw's bible with all the history of our family in it; and then it time for them to go. We watched some sports until we couldn't stay awake any longer, and it was time for bed. The road home is always longer than the road there, but the scenery was magnificent - hills covered with leaves of many colors. We stopped along the way in Dublin, so Andy could replenish his supply of Dublin Dr. Pepper, and then headed home. It had been a great weekend.

Andy told someone Sunday night, that when he is with my family in Millsap, he wants to sell our house and move there. He loves them as much as I do, and we play with the notion. They remind me of my heritage and my family's worth and values. I am better with them. I feel grounded and peaceful.

So, thanks Deeann and Elaine for keeping us together as a family, even if it's only one weekend a year. I love you very much!!

Friday, November 26, 2010

The Cecelia Girls

Growing up, my mother and her sisters were called "the May girls". Feisty, flirty, smart, and beautiful - they were a force to be reckoned with. Nobody better ever try to split them up or cause them grief, for it was all-for-one in the truest form. They are all gone now, and their memories are strong within our family.

Yesterday, I met "the Cecelia girls" - 4 sisters eerily reminescent of my mother and her sisters. I spent the day of Thanksgiving with them - together for the first time since their mother's passing 3 years ago - one lives in Missouri, one in Lubbock, and two here. My dear friend Jackie invited us to spend the day, and it was a full one. I got to observe her in a whole new dynamic, and it was delightfully enlightening.

Raucous laughter, competitive games, serious discussion, lots and lots of teasing, and mostly, love. Lots and lots of love. I felt honored to be let in to such an intimate setting - nothing held back. I almost felt like one of them.

So, thanks Cecelia sisters for a great day - one I'll remember for a long, long time! I hope you return to Pleasanton very soon!!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

It was twenty years ago today...

no, not Sergeant Pepper's band playing, but the loss of my dear dad. How can it be 20 years?!? After a long month of hospital visits, waiting rooms, and doctor consultations, my sweet dad slipped peacefully into the next life. I was with him just an hour before, and on that visit, he'd opened his eyes for the first time in a month and smiled at me. I know he knew me - just the recognition on his face is enough to make me sure. I left. He died.

And life has "gone on." The girls grew up, graduated from both high school and college. We built our home with his inheritance. Mom died. Erin met and married Gregg. Then Liz. Now Bladen. Dana is an established, respected teacher. Both girls are strong in their faith.

He would be so very proud of his kids. Gary has a wonderful life right now - well and strong. Marsha is married, with Casey grown and two little ones to raise; one named Calvin - Daddy's middle name. I completed a fullfilling career as a teacher, and am now happily retired. Andy is an elder. It's all worked out for the good.

I believe he is resting peacefully, awaiting the resurrection of the dead. I will see him at Christ's coming, and we will have a great reunion. Until then, I will just have to miss him.

Monday, November 08, 2010

It's that time again!!

Peanuts, mold, cedar; whatever... it's back. I can't seem to get used to the coughing from November to March as I get older - and now it is interfering with my worship!! Yesterday, I was able to sing about one verse from each song, so I picked my favorite one; if it was a favorite song, I'd get through the whole song and skip the next one. Sure hampers my praise!!

Next stop; the doc. Surely I'll be better by Sunday!!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Birthday, Andrew -

Today is the 37th anniversary of Andy's baptism into Christ. We had literally just met - 3 days prior - and the church there was conducting a gospel meeting. His friend/roommate, Steve, had asked him about 5 times to come to worship with him, and Andy had always had a reason not to go. Never one to give up, Steve asked yet one more time, and Andy said , "Sure, why not?" The rest is history.

I think he would say that the act was one of doing what was expected of him. A literal man, he didn't hesitate, and his new friends surrounded him in joy. Immediately, he jumped right in with both feet, and hasn't looked back once. We were married about 3 years later, and the church has always been the focal part of our lives together. Huntsville, Katy, and now, Pleasanton.

We've been here for 23 years, now. Longer than any other place we have ever called home. The girls grew into wonderful women in this place, and we have friends dearer to us than some family members. From a college student to an elder. Our lives are blessed beyond measure.

So - now what? The adventure continues....

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Visiting at its best

I've been thinking about this post for several days....

Frances and I have two things in common; Christ our Savior, and a great love for my daughter, Erin. Frances taught Erin in Bible Class when we first moved to Pleasanton and has always loved her. Erin is easy to love, and Frances never hid her obvious feelings for her. When Erin was getting married, we went over to her house, and Frances gave Erin her choice of three gifts; Erin still displays it to this day in her home.

On to the visit. Sunday, I was sitting on the front pew at church following worship, and suddenly, Frances appears beside me. She asked if I would come over to her home - she had something to show me. (Frances is a wonderful artist, and a few weeks earlier, I had commented on some work of hers shown in our local paper.)

When I arrived, Frances and her sweet husband, Taylor met me at the door. They are in their very late 80's, and I have known them since I was a little girl. It is an odd feeling to call them by their first names, but they insist. She took me into the eating area of their kitchen, and so started a wonderful afternoon of talking and looking over her paintings. She took me from room to room, each one a museum of her paintings - some quite old, some almost still wet . When we got to their bedroom, there hung the painting I had seen in the paper. As we talked, she bent down and picked up a print of the painting she had done for me!!

As we neared the end of our "tour", Frances asked me quite sweetly if I could come again to visit some more. She said, "You are acquainted with people at church, but you only come to know them by spending time together."

For some reason, this made me very emotional. Here is this woman I have worshipped with all these years, who loves my family with all her heart, and yet I haven't spent time in her home other than very few occasions. I hugged her tightly, promised her that I would, and then excused myself. She walked me to the car, arm in arm - pointing out plants and items of interest in her yard.

My heart felt full. I hope I don't get "busy" and forget to go again.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Meanwhile, back at the mine....

Like millions of other people around the world last night, I watched as one-by-one, the Chilean miners were rescued from their "jail" 2 miles below the earth's crust. As each man was brought up, tears would form in my eyes - I had no clue who these men were, even if they were decent men deserving of rescue - and yet the emotions of those around me were contaigious. Family, friends, fellow miners, even the Chilean President and his wife, were all there; with each one a loud chant would rise up. I could repeat it with them by too long - wondering what in the world I was saying!!

Sorryfully, I had two negative thoughts come to mind; would Obama and Michelle stand in support for 24 hours for American miners? Maybe in an election year and they were'nt on vacation.... the other thought was, "if this was in American, standing along the edge would be lawyer upon lawyer. How sad that on this happy occasions these indictments of our society came to mind.

In the end, all was over. The last rescuer bowed before the camera deep inside the earth, grabbed his back of rocks, and waved to the men up above before climbing into the Phoenix to ascend to the fresh air of life. It was an enhilarating moment to behold!!

Now, my prayer is that they will all fall into obscurity and get back to the life they had over 70 days ago; family, work, peace. I hope the world leaves them alone in thankfullness for what they masterfully endured.

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Living a life at Peace

I really loved being a teacher. I loved the interaction with my peers, and loved seeing growth in my students - both in life and in reading. I came into the curriculum with reservations, and then became a convert after seeing little ones who'd never read before become readers -and loving it!!

Somewhere along the line, though, it changed. I really think it was when my friend and Principal Billie retired. She loved me, but beyond that, she treated me with respect. Suddenly, that was gone, and I became "old", an antique/dinosaur.

I knew I had a pervasive knot in my stomach, but I truly did not see how it was affecting my basic personality. Then, about July, I woke up without the knot, and suddenly I was hearing myself laugh (almost giggle) a lot. It was quite an awakening.

I am truly at peace in this new life; my husband and I are free of the angry woman I'd become without my even knowing she was there. My anger at the situation is truly gone, and while I miss my kids a lot, I know this is where I want to be; with Jackie, Susie, the Monday morning group, and Andrew.

Always with Andrew.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Dad's day

When I get to Heaven, one thing I'm going to love is that there will be no time. Time frustrates me - when you need it to go fast, it slows down; want to "freeze time?" - it speeds up. Waiting for the proverbial pot to boil; forget being in a rush to finish the pasta!!

My dad would be 90 years old today if he were still living. I can't imagine him at that advanced age, because he died 20 years ago. Twenty years. Erin was a little girl; now, she's a mom of two. Casey hardly remembers him. I don't think of Dad as he was when he died, rather I choose to remember him 5 years before his death. He was happy, healthy, active and loving being a grandpa. The end of his life was sad.

There are things I want Dana and Erin to always remember about their Papaw:
~ he loved spending time with them; walking down the road, pushing them in the swing, sitting in the swing in the front yard.
~ he couldn't quote a lot of scripture, but he lived a good life
~ he loved the church and the people there. Sometimes, there would be only 2 or 3 men to lead the service, so Papaw would do announcements, lead singing, and serve the Lord's Supper.
~ he could fix anything. He had no college degrees, but he helped develop the C-5 airplane for the Air Force and went to the Pentagon to explain it to the powers that be.
~ he loved music. Country and Western or Hymns. Didn't matter. He whistled or sang softly under his breath.
~ you would sit on the floor with him and watch him roll his cigarrets. He smelled of tobacco, oil, and dirt - a musty aroma blend of his hard work.
~ he loved his yard. Hours and hours mowing, trimming, edging, and working in the garden. Peaceful times for him after a long day.


I've missed Dad a lot since Liz and Bladen have been born - I know he would be thrilled to know he had great-grandchildren. He was a good man, father, employee, community member, Christian, Dad and Papaw.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

So Far...

The things I like about retirement so far....
~ NO ALARM (for me anyway; sorry, Andrew!)
~ eating lunch with Andy most days
~ not wearing makeup every day!! :)
~ quiet, alone time at home - a first in 34 years of marriage/motherhood
~ Bible Study on Wed.
~ not having to schedule things after 4:00 so I won't miss work
~ not HAVING a schedule after 29 years (Summers don't count)
~ being with Jackie at least two days a week!
~ knowing that my time is my own
~ getting to have long conversations with Erin while the kids nap - YIPPEE!


That's a pretty good start!!

Monday, September 20, 2010

What a weekend -

Just returned from a long weekend in Houston - saw many of Andy's family over the three days of our trip; most of the time we spent with Mom and Dad.

I am the first to marry into the LaMore family; over 34 years of getting to know them - how they function was so different from my own family that at times I didn't think I'd ever fit in... being a small-town girl brought with it some awkwardness at times, and it took a while before I was comfortable talking to my in-laws.

Since Mom's fall in February, things have pretty much opened up. Andy and his dad have been able to be very open about things, and I feel like Andy has been a good ear for his dad. We have learned more about his life with Margaret (Andy's birth mother), and I have become much more affectionate with them both. I have been about to tell his mom things I have felt - about how grateful I am that she came into Andy's life, and those kind of things. So, if anything good has come out of this situation, that would be it.

We did get to see Dana and the Johnsons for dinner on Friday evening, so that made this Mom/Nana very happy!! Andy had a great birthday, and we worshipped with the saints in Katy before heading home in lots and lots of rain!!

I am so blessed!!!

Monday, September 13, 2010

Time in a Bottle

On Saturday, Andy and I drove up to the Hill Country. We were going to a retreat being held at the camp I attended for several years as a teenager. Several members of our congregation were there, and were happy to see us walk in in the late afternoon.

The reason for our going was to see the minister who baptized Andy and married us in 1976. His wife was not with him, but it was a joy to walk in and see him standing there. Andy also worked at the church with him, and bought his first car from him - we KNOW this man!!

His sermon that night was on "investments" - not money, but investments in people. In his talk, he sweetly talked about our history together, and encouraged the others there to be sure to meet us. It was a joy to find connections with some of them; one worships in SA with some friends, another also worked through the Prison system when Andy was there, and yet another couple knew our dear friends, the Lassiters, from Sourjourners. A beautiful night all around!

As I sang along with about 100 of my brothers and sisters in Christ, some things struck me; one, how joyful these people were - many strangers to each other before the beginning of the retreat, yet joined in worship. They weren't there wanting "more" for themselves - in fact, I thought to myself how glad they might be to be away from all those wanting "change". This was their place - their heritage, their comfort. No discord, no turmoil. Just worship to their God. It filled me will sadness that at times, I probably caused those feelings in older members....

The other thing that I felt was a sadness that future generations of our brotherhood probably will never know the simplicity of our worship. Things seem to be moving fast right now, and maybe I am getting old, but I enjoyed how simple and pure the singing was. No worship leader, no projection screens - just old men full of joy and desire to lead us in song. God bless them!

..........

In the square of the camp stands a memorial to Archie Waldrum. He was my grandmother's minister in Alice, Texas, and the director of the session of camp I first and most often attended. He was director of the board for many years, and died a couple of years ago at age 92, on the way home from camp in an automobile accident. He'd had a great week, according to his wife.
The memorial will be walked past by campers for generations to come, and they won't have a clue as to who he was. Those of us who knew him will NEVER forget.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Sex vs. Violence

Over the weekend, Andy and I saw several movies. The first, the American, had some pretty blatant sex scenes, one curse word, and lots of shooting people.

Next came Men Who Stare at Goats, also George Clooney; very different movies!! More profanity, but lots and lots of laughs. Will watch it again, given the chance.

Finally, we finished the mini-series Band of Brothers, focusing on the Easy Company during WWII. More cursing than ever, but if I was being shot at and seeing the atrocities of that War, I may let a word or two slip.

The final episode focused on the discovery of an Interment Camp and Hitler's Eagle's Nest compound. As I watched the scenes of the Jewish prisoners, I told Andy that surely nothing in Human History can top the cruelty of the Germans. The scene, I'm sure, did it's best to be realistic, but I wonder just how true to the horror it came... I don't think I could stand to see much more.


So, I wonder - what bothers you more in a movie; the sex, the cursing, or the violence?? For me, the violence, hands down.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Leaving well-enough alone

With the discovery of Facebook and all the connections that can be made through it, I took a daring look into finding someone from my high school years. This person only went to our school for two years, and I never heard of him again. During the two years he was with us, there were some things that happened that I have since wanted to "make amends" for... I won't bore you with the drama of those times; just suffice it to say that I REALLY messed up.

So - I look and look, and finally find this person. Taking a deep breath, I sent a message, and soon afterwards, he responded. Do I bring up the afore mentioned deeds, or do I just let it go, I wonder? His response to my second message was, "I honestly don't remember you."

He doesn't remember me... and all these years, I've thought I ruined his high school years by my actions! I have to say, I was truly confused by my reaction. We were a small school and were in activities together; and yet he doesn't remember who I am??

So, I decided that I will leave things as they are, and not bring up the events for which I was going to apologize. I will also put those remorseful feelings to rest and finally give myself some grace for being a young, goofy girl.

And, I don't think I want to be his "Friend!"

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Starting a New Chapter

Well, yesterday came and went, and I survived; but now to get past next Monday.

About 11:30 yesterday morning, it dawned on me that this was the first day back of school. All summer long, it had seemed far in the distance; when people would ask me about being retired, I would say something like, "It'll hit me when school starts"....

Erin, Gregg, Liz and Bladen came home this weekend so that Erin could attend a baby shower for a friend. They stayed until yesterday, and I can't help but wonder if they were staying to help Mom get through the day without being down. Even if that wasnt' even a part of their reasoning - it worked! A morning of the babies and the hustle and bustle of loading up all the stuff that goes with a baby sure kept my mind occupied .

So, somewhere off in the distance, were my former co-workers; sharing stories of their summer and talking about the new year beginning. I wonder if anyone even noticed I was gone? After all these years - you'd hope so.

So, life and PISD go on without me. Someone is preparing to take over my classes, and my kids. Today, the new chapter continues with a day spent with sisters in Christ at Tina's house; I've GOT to learn to do some type of craft if I'm going to continue to go to these gatherings, but for today, I'm just going for the fellowship. Tomorrow will be Bible Study, and so on. Already, the week will be half over.

Now, to get past next Monday, when my kids all go back, and I'm not there.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Morning, Retirement style

By far, my favorite thing about retirement so far is mornings. No alarm, no rushing out the door. Instead, I get to kiss my husband goodbye, and then - if I want - I slip blissfully back into sleep. Once awake, I stretch and twist and think on whatever enters my head until I desire to leave my bed for the day. The quiet of the house and the comfort of moving at a slower pace is luxury.

I've always loved stretching - when the girls were little, I'd gently pull on their little baby arms and legs and rub them - I'd roll them around and twist them back and forth, to limber their little bodies and make them more aware of their surroundings; now, I just give myself that little bit of awareness before the beginning of the day. I've found that, getting older, it really makes the old chassis easier to get going!!

So, before you get yourself up, give a little stretch!!

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Seeing Gary
















My mother had three children; Gary, Amy, and Marsha. We were spread apart in years and lifestyles, and since our mother's death in 2001, we have not seen each other. We were her whole purpose and joy in life, and she desperately wanted us to remain close - as close as she was with her sisters. She would be so disappointed to know that we have not followed that example.







On our vacation, Andy and I spent a wonderful evening with Gary, his singing partner, Leah, and his sweet daughter, Amanda. I had not seen Mandy in 20 years, as her mother and Gary divorced very quickly following Amanda's birth, and - well, we just didn't keep in touch. It was like we'd been together every day- laughing, recalling wonderful memories, and sharing pictures. The album you see Gary holding is one he recorded when he was 25, and he said, "I'd given up hope of ever seeing this again!!" It was a joy to see him so happy, and so content. Leah had helped me set everything up, as my stubborn brother is too busy playing golf to do email or Facebook!! :) , so thanks, Leah!


It was a perfect way to end our vacation, and I sure hope it's not another ten years before we see each other again!!

Sunday, August 08, 2010

The Good and the Bad of It

Since we've been home, I've been reliving all the wonderful things about vacationing. Thought I'd share a few:

The Good: seeing new sights with Andy
cold, cold rooms to sleep in
eating out; especially a good breakfast!
clean sheets every night; forget the environment - I'm on vacation!!
finding a church in each town that we go through; makes me feel part of something really big
taking cool pictures
getting away from little hassles

The Bad: hotel room showers; I miss my nice, roomy shower!
not having access to a computer - wait; that should be a GOOD thing!!
living out of a suitcase

I know there are more - what about you?!?!


Friday, August 06, 2010

Andy's Magic Kingdom

Most folks think of Disney World as the "Magic Kingdom." While I'm sure it is a fun place full of adventure, to my husband, there is one place that is way more magical: Kennedy Space Center.

Our drive along the monotonous I-10 corridor was long and, yes, somewhat dull. While we both love road trips, I-10 does not offer a lot to see. True, we did go through a few swampy areas of Louisianna, and saw oil in Mobile Bay, but the majority of the drive was "just getting there."

It would take paragraph after paragraph to describe our adventure at Kennedy, so I will give it my quick review. We were privy to a "behind the scenes" tour of the space center, complete with launch pads and Vehicle Assembly Pads (I think that's right!:) ). We most enjoyed the Apollo building, which had everything you could possible learn about the development of the Apollo program until it's final mission. Andy was a patient, and interesting teacher to his novice student, and while I knew a lot - relative term -, there were some intricate details to be shared. We ate lunch with a shuttle astronaut and grinned really big for our photo with him.

For Andy, it's the dream; for me, it was the people. From KSC employees to tourists from all over the earth, it was a wonderful experience. Not only at the Space Center, but on our boat ride and in restaurants and hotels, we encounted people from Italy, Germany, England, Scotland, all over Asia, and so on. From babies, to teens, to old folks - everyone was enjoying themselves. My husband, most of all.

While I did not see manatees or alligators, I saw several dolphins, and birds of all types. I listened to Neil Diamond played on a steel drum. I ate tuna not from a can, and saw the moon rise over the Atlantic Ocean on the beach with my man. The very few hassels and disappointments will soon be forgotten, but the memories will live on in our lives forever.

I really wanted this trip for Andy; but it was great for me, too.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

And, we're off!!

Tomorrow morning, Andy and I will load our stuff and head off on this year's adventure.

A few months ago, I got it in my head that I wanted to take Andy to watch a shuttle launch before the program ended. He has loved the space program all his life, and I had this romantic vision of standing beside him, holding his hand as we watched the shuttle rise from the pad and disappear from our view.

Well, we will see the launch pad, and I'm sure I'll hold his hand at some point during the trip, but we will not be seeing a shuttle launch; they scrubbed the mission a few weeks ago. After giving him the option of waiting and going in the Fall, he opted to go ahead and go now. It will be a busy two days at Cape Canaveral; eating lunch with an astronaut, riding a shuttle simulator, and visiting the Star Trek exhibit. Yes, NASA acknowledges Star Trek!

As for me, I'm looking forward to seeing a part of the world I've never seen; haven't been past Biloxi, Miss.! and visiting my brother and niece whom I've not seen in too many years. Oh, and sleeping on clean sheets in a cold, cold hotel room every night! :)

So, so long for a few days; I'll tell all about it at a later date. Lord willing, it will be an adventure!!

Friday, July 23, 2010

writer's block

It just seems like lately, I haven't had much to say... I guess with no work to complain about, and quiet days at home, I'm having a bit of a slump. Don't get me wrong, I love my nice, quiet, contemplative life; it's just not anything to go on and on about.

Hopefully, after our trip, I'll have plenty to share!!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Yet another transition

Since May, Andy and I have been both going through major job transitions. First, my teaching career of 29 years came to a screeching halt with retirement, and now, Andy has made a big shift in his career.

Andy is a great Probation Officer. His people actually hate (well, most of them) to finish their probationary sentence because he has helped them transition so much from their crime. This is the part of his job that he takes the most pleasure in. For a while now, he's been debating where he was, and finally has come to a decision. He as given up his Office Manager role and has come "Home" to Atascosa once again as a regular, traditional P.O. No more evaluations, no more dealing with personnel issues, no more "paperwork" for managerial purposes. He feels like now he can mentor some or the younger, less experienced officers and dedicate his time to what he loves most. This last chapter of his career will be more what he wants, and I'm proud of him for taking the leap.

On Thursday, I joined him at his office as he said an official "Goodbye" to friends and co-workers. He'd been in that office 16+ years, and some were harder to leave than others. But as I stood back and watched as he got hug after hug, and strong, hard-felt handshakes, I knew this; he did a great job there, and his influence will live there for quite a while. I was very proud of his demeanor throughout the process of leaving, and he can certainly move on with the feeling of accomplishment inside him.

So, now he works for a week in his new office, and we take off for a long, hopefully memorable vacation. It's certainly earned and anticipated !!!

Monday, July 12, 2010

"and Mary kept all these things in her heart."

This is one of my favorite quotes of the New Testament, referring to the life of Jesus, His mother Mary witnessing things and holding them in her heart forever. I've thought of it often during the years as Dana and Erin grew from little babies, to toddlers, to teens, and even now as women. I love to observe them and tuck away little things that are special in my "mom's eyes".

Last week was a good chance to add lots of those moments - I spent three days in Houston at the Johnsons' (don't I have a great son-in-law to endure me all those days?!?) and the joy of seeing Erin with her babies; to see her teaching Liz such little things as kissing her baby brother good-night, and "helping" fold clothes were just precious. I know I did those same things, but it didn't feel the same as watching her. I enjoyed Gregg coming in after work and getting "It's Dad!" from Liz; so full of excitement and love for her father and his joy at seeing his children. I even got to witness Dana totally enjoying her role as Aunt D as she shared chocolate pie with Liz and taught her to jump on the bed and fall in heaps of giggles. My heart just filled up time and time again.

So, even know, as I sit here at look at Bladen and Liz's pictures - I remember all those little things - Bladen doing his "pose" as he balanced himself on the floor - and it's almost as good as being there still.

Almost....

Monday, July 05, 2010

What do you remember about church from your youth? Andy and I were talking this morning about people who have gone before us, who impacted our faith, and I got to thinking about Myrtle Spence.

Sister Spence, as I knew her, was a truly committed Christian woman in the long ago years of the 50s and 60s. She never missed a service, her head covered in a fashionable hat and knitted shawl, sitting in her spot on the end of her pew, beside the window. We had those old, crank-open windows and no airconditioning in those days, and she was right there, beside hers. As I sat across the aisle, or down the row, or behind her, I could always hear her sweet, clear voice singing hymns, but otherwise, she was silent.

The thing I remember most, and this is why she is on my list of "heroes of faith", is her teaching my Bible Class. She always had flannelboard figures, or - my favorite - pipe-cleaner figures with which to act out Bible Stories. Daniel and the Lion's Den, Noah's Ark, Moses in the reed basket. She brought those stories to life with her animated story telling and pipe cleaners....no dvds for us!! We sang lots of songs and always, always passed the band-aid box for our offering to the missionaries. She made sure we participated in all parts of the class.

Sister Spence has been gone a long, long time; but now, thinking back, it's as if I saw her yesterday. I hold a special part in my heart, and I look forward to seeing her in the future, in our Father's house.

So - who are your Sister Spences?? Please share!!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Is it just my imagination, or what?!?!

Bees, bees, bees!!

A few weeks ago, Dana called to tell me that she'd been having trouble with bees getting into her apartment somehow. Just a few at a time, but enough to be worrisome. So far, no exterminator has come, so she just keeps waiting.

Ever sense, bees are everywhere!! I hear about them on the news, I read about them in the paper, and I watch television shows where they are being moved by a bee-keeper! Now, today, I'm watching a show on my computer, and there's a guy who's allergic to - wait for it - BEES! He wakes up in this cabin with one on his face, and millions flying all around. I can't escape them!!!

Next thing I imagine is a reality show on Bees!!

Decisions, decisions!!

What to do?!? Everyone is interested in finding out my "plans" for retirement, and to be honest, I haven't got a clue!! It all happened so fast, the even idea of it being a reality truely hasn't sunk in yet. It just all feels like Summer time to me; the same summer I've had for 29 years. I know that, come August, I will have to make some decisions, but for now - well - I'm enjoying my lazy, quiet, stay-home kind of days.

I'll let you know what I decide!!

Friday, June 25, 2010

Lessons learned

I was 25 when I had Dana, 28 when Erin was born. A few years later, I had baby fever again, but - well, Andy didn't, so we were a happy family of 4. I took the business of raising the girls very seriously, and really tried to enjoy my time with them as they grew into toddlers, little girls, preteens, and yes, even teenagers. A wise woman told me, "Enjoy each age you go through, for each one does have it's advantages." And so I tried. We played, colored, sang, built, etc. as each season rolled into another.


Yesterday, I went with Jackie and the 5 little ones to Burger King. We had a wonderful time, laughing, waving, even comforting one who got scared when she couldn't find her sister. It was a happy, peaceful time with my friend.

Now, today as I reflect on that visit, I wish I had Dana and Erin back again for just one day - to enjoy them again as little girls, learning life all over again; and I wonder if I could do it "better" with the wisdom of years. I know I would be more patient, and slower with my demands; but overall, I think I did a pretty good job - they are wonderful, well-adjusted, God-fearing women in their own successful lives.

Sometimes, though, I just miss my little girls.

Monday, June 21, 2010

June 20

Wow - how can it already be the 20th of June?!?! This month is speeding by, and I know that the idea of my retirement hasn't sunk in, because I'm "worried" about how fast it is going!! June usually is a slow, restful month, but I guess with all the activity of getting the retirement set up and church activities, the days are whizzing by. Dana comes in on Wed. for a few days, and then, the month will be done. The nice thing is, we're seeing a better picture of how retirement is going to go financially, and Andy is feeling better about it. We know there's a difference we are facing, but thanks to Dave Ramsey, we are in better shape than we would've been... well, I just wouldn't have been able to even consider retiring now, so - thanks, Dave!!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Facing One's Biggest Fears

My first memory of going to the dentist was in 4th grade. I was sitting in a dark library at school, watching a black and white film about bears, when my nerve became exposed somehow, and I ended up on the floor in extreme pain. Mom came to get me, and they drug me into my great-uncle's office, where he proceeded to hold me down and yank out the offending tooth. It marred me for life...
Over the course of my adulthood, I have gone long stretches of my life with seeing a dentist and taking care of my teeth. Now, I am 55, and am truly paying the price for that neglect. "Happy Pills" and nitrous oxide have become my friend, but up until yesterday, I'd avoided at all costs (my teeth, usually!) the dreaded Root Canal.

I cannot tell you how paralyzed I was yesterday as I waited for the appointment. As much as I tried to keep thinking of other things, I was unable to remove that fear from my mind. Even as I entered the office, I was frozen. While the process was uncomfortable at some points it was not nearly as painful as I imagined!! I'm sure the full dosage of "happy pills" helped, but I think my dentist's gentle touch had a lot to do with it also. I came home with no pain. None!

So, now I can face the other one in a couple of months, knowing I will save my tooth and live to tell about it.

I'm really proud of myself!!

Monday, June 14, 2010

An odd observation

So, today started with a list of items to accomplish - starting off with meeting with the head of Human Resources to discuss my retirement and get the financial end of it going. After arriving late - I'm NEVER late anywhere ! - we got going. Things are looking like it's all falling into place, and I go to Austin on Wednesday to finalize things.

I go to the bank next, to get copies of our birth certificates, and as I wait, I see that the doctor who delivered me, and is LONG gone, never signed my birth certificate. This begins to bother me; am I alive or not?!?! What are the legal ramifications of not being legaly legal?!? Am I like a television series that ends in a snowglobe or someone's imagination??

Silly, I know. But certainly gave me pause on this hectic morning!!

Thursday, June 10, 2010

It is Finished

There are few things that I think people look forward to more than retirement. I'd always figured that I would anticipate mine for a whole school year and leave with hugs and tears from students and co-workers alike.

I "retired" almost a week ago, and it was nothing like that. It was quiet, and tearful, and -yes, freeing. After finding renewed joy in my profession of 29 years, this year has shown me that I no longer belong. Is that an oxymoron or what?!? At the same time I find joy and feelings of accomplishment with my students and parents, I feel that I can no longer keep pace with the demands of current trends in teaching. I feel a dinosaur; even while "proficiently" carrying out the requirements of my curriculum. And so, when the Lord provided me a way to pay back some years of retirement, I knew it was time to go.

Andy and I are both apprehensive about this move financially - it's a few years ahead of what we'd planned, but we are together in it. When you are waking up at night with a racing heart, and dread your classroom door opening, it's no fun anymore. I looked at myself and saw someone I didn't recognize; in this past week, I see myself returning.

So. It is finished. I will find a little something to do to bridge the cash-flow gap, but I have no regrets. Well, maybe a few; Lexy, Riley, Robert, Dawson - you get my drift.

Teaching is the most rewarding occupation the world has to offer - I gave it my best shot.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Really can't complain

Each day, I check blogs - and I get disappointed when those I read don't have something new to read...

and then I check mine, and realize it's been over a week since I posted myself.

Oops.

School's almost over!! :)

Monday, May 31, 2010

What, now?

I had it all planned out. The perfect vacation for my husband, and NASA messed it up!! I was going to take Andrew to Florida this July for the launching of the next-to-the-last shuttle mission - I could see myself standing beside him as the count-down occurred and feel his hand squeeze mine and the shuttle roared into the clear, Florida sky. Barring a hurricane barreling down on us, it was utopic in my mind's eye.

Then, I checked the calendar one more time before I made reservations. They've moved the flights to Sept. and Nov.

Curses!!

Saturday, May 22, 2010

34 and counting

34 years ago today, at 4:00 in the Huntsville Church of Christ, I said, "I do." Little did I know just what that all entailed, and I'm happy to say that, for the most part, it's been a pretty easy commitment.

Looking back, here are some of the things "I do" have meant to me:

~ I do laugh after all these years at the majority of his goofy jokes
~ I do enjoy Star Trek as much as he does, and can quote most of the movies right along with him!
~ I do love his family, and feel honored to be part of the tribe.
~ I do take great comfort in his routines and patterns of his life
~ I do feel safe in knowing that he has my back when life is rough
~ I do love riding alongside him in a car for hours to get to the mountains we both love
~ I do take pride in the beautiful daughters we've raised together
~ I do love watching him as he serves his God
~ I do take pleasure in the feel of his hand intertwined in mine
~ I do look forward to the rest of my life with him, and eternity that follows.

Happy Anniversary, Andrew - I still do~

Thursday, May 20, 2010

It's time

I can tell it's the end; I'm overly tired, emotional, stressed, and angry. Very angry.

Then, Mrs. B. comes in with my end-of-the-year gift. Her card made it all better; I need to frame it for future days.

Friday, May 14, 2010

An Intervention Report

A couple of weeks ago, when the girls were home, they sat me down to have an intervention. I want you to know, I did really good since then, but now I'm falling off the wagon -

It appears too many of my blogs have focused on my Spurs. Not everyone, apparently, likes reading about the boys over and over - so the girls felt perhaps I needed to lighten up on the Silver and Black. Being the obedient woman I am, I took what they had to heart.


Until this morning, when Ihave to post at least one more basketball blog:

To LeBron - HA HA HA - out you go!! Another year with no ring - so sad.


So, till next year: Go, Spurs, Go!! :)

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

May once again!

We met the Huttons during the Summer. We spent lots of time together, playing games, laying on the trampoline watching the skies late into the night, and so on. It was great.

Then, School started, and our time together was cut marginally. We still got together and such, but the carefree nature of the time was limited. Still...

Then, came May. I'll never, ever forget Jackie looking at me and saying, "You get mean in May!" and she was serious. The stress of putting the year to rest along with the exhaustion does change me. I confess. I think of that every year when I become that person again.


Well, it's May. Enough said. 16 days.

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Happy Mothers' Day

I'm sending out early Mothers' Day wishes, because these women are on my mind right now, and I'm at a stage where, if they leave, they may not come back. Sad, but true.
So, here goes:

To my mama: Margaret, I love and appreciate you more now than I ever did while you were alive. People told me that this would be the case, but I was so angry and confused then that unfortunately it didn't make sense to me. I miss doing things with you - Bingo, Garage Sales, talking about Liz and Bladen and my kids. I still harbor feelings of resentment toward you about the way you let your life end and that may take a while, but at least now I smile sometimes when I talk about you. That's a big start.

Mom - I'm so glad you are HERE on this Mother's Day. I really didn't think you would be, and your progress so far has amazed us all. In those days following your fall, I told you how I feel about you, and I truly hope you remember those words. You've never really let me get close to you, and I'm glad I had a chance to share with you my admiration and love. Keep healing.

Erin - You amaze me. Don't be so hard on yourself now about the job you are doing; there's time for that later, when the kids are grown. Relax and enjoy them now, safe in the fact that you are making the best choices for them and are motivated by that primal mother love.

Dana - Someday soon. I know it in my soul. You will amaze me, too.

Jackie - I love that you love my girls like they are yours. That gives me peace.

Shanon - You have been through so much as a Mother; from the highest high to the valleys of Hell. You've hung in there and come through with your family still in tact. I've watched you from a distance and wished so many times that I was there to physically hold you through those dark days. I'm glad to see that what didn't kill you did make you a stronger person. I love you dearly.

Kara - while I haven't known you for long, your story and the passion with which you pray for children who need "forever families" truly touches my heart.

Dianne - As if raising 4 of your "own" wasn't enough, you took on another. She is blessed to have you in her corner, as are your other children.

While there are many other wonderful moms I'm thinking of today, I think I'll stop here.
I hope my little attempt at putting my heart into words comes out right.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Every Spring

I confess - having Summers off is a big perk of my job, but it is not the reason I became a teacher. Paul is the reason; a pretty damaged little boy I worked with when I was in High School, who lived in a home that made him eat off the floor like a dog, and who was tormented by other kids, who needed an advocate who saw the little boy beneath the problems.

Now, almost 30 years past, I'm ready to get out. While I love the kids like I always have, the machine which school has become is almost intolerable and unrecognizable to me. The right things are said, and there are teachers who still try to pull it off, but school as I knew it and gave my life to it is gone to me forever.

So I find myself stuck in a place that I cannot leave because I'm not financially able to stop. I go and do what is expected of me, until the time comes. It's very hard to not have a "quitter's " mentality - to continue being the professional I want to continue being, so I focus on my kids, and hope the time passes quickly.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

A part of history

This weekend, our congregation celebrated 100 years of worshipping in Pleasanton. So much history was shared; both sweet and inspirational. Some pretty funny stories, as well - and a couple of good "videos" from years past. As each frame rolled by, and each story was shared, I thought of so many people who are no longer with us. We came in 1987, and promptly found our groove amid this wonderful group of saints. I'm not saying it's always been perfect, but it is home. Like Dorothy says in the "Wizard of Oz", there's no place like home.


People I thought of this weekend: Gus Schutzenberg, Bubba Lester, Bob Rackley, Dennis and Lola Fae Showers, Frank Perkins, Roy and Hazel Stevens, J.F. Andrews just to name a few. I also missed Roxie, the Rosenauers, Andy and Jackie, Mike and Carol Pawelek - why weren't they there??

I was blessed to have Dana and the Johnsons with us, and even though Liz and Bladen are too young to remember the events of the weekend, their Nana and Daddio sure were glad they could come with their sweet parents. It was very special, and someday I'll be able to explain to them how glad I was .

So, now begins the next 100 years.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

GRRRR

I really, really wanted to beat a kid today!!!

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

A song comes to mind....

Second day of TAKS testing is today; yesterday went fine, it's just so, so hard to explain to those of you outside the world of public school how exhausting it is to do this. Yesterday, I went home and went right to sleep for over an hour and then stayed home from the SPURS group. Now, that's a sacrifice for me, let me tell you!

Anyway, sitting here this morning, the song running through my head is an oldie-goldie from the Beatles:
"I'm so tired, I don't know what to do"
"I'm so, I'm so tired"
"My mind is set on you (In this case, TAKS)"

and so on....

it's over Thursday at noon.

Thankfully!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Spurs win, Spurs win!!!!

All through the season, I doubted - yes, doubted! my Spurs. They just weren't happening, and I was not too sure about even making the playoffs.

Last night proved me wrong. My guys in silver and black showed up big time and made Dirk look human. Now, the series comes back to SA.

I feel SO much better !!

Monday, April 19, 2010

And so it begins!

One of my favorite times of the year is NBA Playoffs; my SPURS group gathers for each game and we cheer and yell at refs as one. It was scary for a while, but the guys pulled it out in the last 2 weeks, and we met again last night for the first game of this series.

Our opponent; The Dallas Mavericks. Now, I think my sweet son-in-law is perfect, but his allegience is off on this one. We laugh about it, but really - the Mavs?!?

Well, the Mavs have game one, but it's a best-of-seven series. My guys will make it exciting, and we hopefully will move on to the next round.

Go, Spurs, Go!!

Monday, April 12, 2010

April 12, 1947

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Daddy! Today would mark 63 years for Graves and Margaret Young, who married during a terrific rain storm at the home of the Justice of the Peace. Mom wore a blue jersey knit dress, and Dad had to take a bath in a tub in the kitchen at Mamaw's because Grandma Annie was so against the marriage. As mom told it, they stepped over grandkids who were sleeping on mats on the floor. When the 5 minute ceremony was over, Daddy was too shy to kiss Mom, and the Best Man said, "Well, Graves, if you're not gonna kiss her, I sure will!!" Thus began a tumultous life together on the corner of Ave. B and Boyd St. in Poteet. As the family grew, so did the house, and they never lived anywhere else as long as they were together.

Daddy died in 1990, and Mom lived until 2001. I miss them, and with time am growing to understand more and more the dynamics of their life together. They loved each other passionately, and were very committed to us and our lives.

There was more good than bad.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

After all this time

I guess I've been alone long enough... I'm beginning to look at cats again.

I'm missing the greeting at the door after school in the afternoon, the rubbing against my legs as I cook, the jumping up on the bed to get a quick rub, and most of all, the peaceful feeling of contentment received while rubbing down the long, soft back of an animal who's purring.

Think Smudgie would mind?

Monday, April 05, 2010

So much for believing what you read....

A couple of weeks ago, I read in the paper an article listing the most beautiful areas to see the current massive amounts of wildflowers in our lovely state. We've see lots of pretty ones on our trips to Houston and back, but the paper recommended several for us to choose from. The number one spot on the list was Highway 281 south from Pleasanton to Alice.

One way Andy finds it simple to indulge me and mellow me out (a 60s term for you younger readers!) is to take me on a drive. I know it goes back to my time at home - my dad loved to drive, and we spent lots and lots of hours looking at the countryside and talking as a family. No matter the season, we went, and I have many happy memories of those times.

So. We got ourselves ready to go and headed out on Saturday. Along the way, we saw some lovely groupings - mainly in the medians and up on embankments, and not in places where we could stop for photographs. The best were the bright, darker yellow ones mixed in with the bluebonnets; a lovely combination. Up against fence posts, along rocks, next to cactus - they were wonderful.

But the best in the whole state?! Not nearly. As we drove, we both decided that while it was a nice drive and a chance to get away from the house other than with responsibilities, it was a little anticlimatic for both of us. We made a big circle, came on home, and decided we'll look in another direction next time.

The cemetery in Tilden, Texas was definitely the most densely covered area we saw. Unfortunately, we felt it a little macabe to jump out in front of families paying respect to snap a few photos, but they win the prize of the day.

Friday, April 02, 2010

If

If you could run away to any place where no one would find you - where would you go?

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Worry

Yesterday, I worried all day long about something. Had even worried the day before, and maybe a little before that.

Did me no good. What was going to happen was going to happen, and I just had to face it.

Turns out it worked out fine.

All that sick-to-my-stomach for naught. (Except that I had prior reason to worry, and I couldn't trust that things were not the same; that things were better than before.)

So.

When will I learn - worry only saps your strength and makes you tired? When will I learn to trust?

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Not quite what we'd planned

On this day in 1960, Frank LaMore married Anne Marie Slors. It had been a quick courtship, and the group in attendance was very small. Two of the guests were little boys whose lives had been in turmoil for the last 2 or more years, and I'm sure they had no idea what was going on. All they knew was that their mother was gone and now, here was another woman to live in their house. It was to be their greatest blessing.

We'd planned to have a nice, family dinner - the twenty or so of us who have been the result of this union of necessity. The bride and groom didn't want a big show; they just wanted us around them to celebrate the passage of 50 years together. There are 4 children, 3 in-law kids, 11 grandchildren plus 2 spouses, and 3 great-grandchildren. The lives have been very blessed, with no major illnesses or catastrophes. Life has been calm and good - just as they had hoped it would turn out.

And then, Mom fell.

So. Today has been a quiet day or reflection and blessings counting. No big dinner is in the works; a vase of flowers from the children is the only "celebration" to be seen. They made it to 50 years their own way, and now face an uncertain future. What is to come overshadows any party we may have planned.

The main thing I take from this day is that a marriage on necessity that grew into love and respect shows me that too often people give up and quit. They put themselves before others and don't see that with determination and committment, you come to the last years of life with a love so strong that it can't be broken by a fall in a dark bedroom.
To see them together today is to see a victory in two lives.

Monday, March 15, 2010

The Elephant in the Room

This week in Houston was good - except that Mom wants to talk about her death, and it upsets Dad. So - she's "with it" enough to talk to us when he leaves the room.

She is ready; she is tired; she wants us to let go and accept things that are coming. None of us want her to stay the way she is - a painful, tragic reminder of the woman that "was." Her wit is in tact, and so is her passion about things spiritual and in relation to her situation.

As we sat, just the two of us, I rubbed lotion on her soft, old skin. She told me that I had "strong hands", and that I would've been a good nurse. I would've done anything she asked then - just to show her my honor and respect. I did get the chance to tell her what I've always tried to make her understand; that of all the women that could've raised Andy and Bruce after their mother died, I'm so glad she was the one who "got to." She gave me a big smile and said, "I loved Andy."

So now, we'll see. All of us just wait and try to make sure she is comfortable and loved. All of us hope.

Friday, March 12, 2010

As I write this, over the intercom come the song, "Spring is in the Air." It's a happy little diddy, with a line that I'm sure will resonate in my head all day -

On the way home yesterday, I passed a field covered in deep pink and vibrant yellow wildflowers. In the center of it all sat a centuries old oak tree; a photo opportunity just waiting to be taken advantage of... and I thought of mom. No one loves flowers more than she; at one point she even talked about doing florist work as a profession and did several weddings for friends. I wish I could bring her here and set her in the big middle of those flowers and let her soak in their beauty.

We are going to see Mom this weekend; things are not going well. Dad's not doing well. Keep praying -

Monday, March 08, 2010

A beautiful perspective

Orange never has been, nor will it be, among my favorite colors. Once, in high school, mom did my room in orange and hot pink - my choice - but other than that, it's been near the bottom.

Unless it's Spring in South Texas.

Today, I took a curve, and there was a yard FULL of Indian Paintbrush flowers.

I think it's a preview of the Spring to come - Glorious.

Thank You, Father.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

time passing

Two weeks ago was mom's fall. It's been a stressfull two weeks, but we' ve seen her come very far. My in-laws are a tight bunch, but we've always been the "outsiders" because we left the Houston area. One good thing about this is that the siblings are talking a lot more lately, and are all supportive of Dad. His reaction has been the most brutal; I don't think I'll ever adjust to hearing him cry. A co-worker reminded me today that that generation of men just didn't share their emotions, and that none of us are used to it. It's been good for Andy to see this side of his dad - as gut-wrenching as it has been. We will see how things continue to move on.

Erin and Dana have been my eyes, ears, and hands through this, and I'm so proud of them. Their servant hearts have really been there for the whole family, and they are doing all they can. I hope they know how dear they are to me.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

March 2

Driving to school, all around me were pink and yellow wildflowers popping out of the ground. Couldn't help but smile seeing them! Hope that feeling for renewal and joy lasts all day!!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Blogging about Mom

I've opened this site several times since Mom's fall a week ago, to update and share the events as they unfolded, but as you know, I haven't written a word.

I've only felt this "at a loss" once before, and that's when my dad was injured and later died. Going through the motions at work and home, I just feel like time and the mundane things that fill my day are stopped mid-stream. When we were dealing with Dad's condition, Andy took over; food, laundry, girls' needs, his own needs. I was worthless in the running of our lives as long as Dad was where he was. I was - and still am! - greatful for all Andy did to make life seem relatively normal for the girls, and providing our food, shelter, and clean underwear as we waited.

Now, it's his mom who's rocked our little life all to pieces. What I realize today as I finally post this is - Andy's reacting the same way as he did in 1990! I guess that is his way of keeping his life centered, while some people fall apart, he just hunkers down and gets things done.

So, as Mom progresses and improves, and we wonder what life will be like now for her and Dad, Andy is constant. He is focused.

He is wonderful.

Friday, February 12, 2010

7 year olds and Valentines' Day

I know that Valentines' Day is supposed to be about love, dinner out, and starry gazes. I know the card companies spend endless hours writing just the "right" cards for every sentiment. I know men dedicate hours wondering if they've made the right plans... but I've got it beat.

I spend the day with little children who worry about the fact that everyone brought cards for their friends but them, or who pick the "wrong" card and get laughed at, or boys who HATE getting "girl" Valentines. But the best thing is the big smile they have on their faces when they hand you the card or sucker or handmade flower that was chosen just for you - and hope with all their heart that you like it.

It makes you feel like you have all the power in the world!

Monday, February 08, 2010

What a weekend!

I'm exhausted!! :) Beginning Friday night, it was one cool thing after another - We had a delicious dinner in San Antonio with my cousins, followed by a good time of visiting at their home. Deeann had brought a cd of our family dating back to our great-grandparents, and that was bittersweet. So many dear ones now gone - I"m so glad I have Heaven to look forward to!!

Anyway, an awesome Ladies' Breakfast at Jackies' home started Saturday, and then a quick trip to SA again. The Hutton's came for dinner, and we settled in on the sofa to watch Sarah Palin speak. Nothing excited, just good time spent.

Sunday was slow- we were both a little under the weather, but we had time together to rest. Felt good.

Now, we start another week -

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Two things -


First - after 6 weeks of agony with my right knee, a new doctor injected me with cortisone, and I feel 90% better!! Saturday in Austin, I felt like and old, old woman - today, much more my age!!

Second - I miss my friend, Jackie, so much!! Between my knee knocking me out, and her being in Denver, I really, really miss her!! Come home, soon, my friend!!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Sunrise, sunset

When Andy and I got married in 1976, a couple we knew got married about 2 weeks after we did. The groom's younger brother was very ill, and his parents had recently gotten word from the doctors that the young boy - about 12 - would not live much longer. Their wedding was a strange mix of the extreme happiness of weddings and the realization that a dear family member was there for just a little longer. One of the songs they had in their wedding was "Sunrise, Sunset" from Fiddler on the Roof. In all those years, whenever I've heard that song, I've thought of that wedding.

The boy?

He's alive, healthy, married, and a dad in his own right.

Anyway, back to the song.

Today, as my first one turns 30, I think of the words to that song. It's a father's reflection of the life of his child as she has grown, and it's one of those songs that make moms cry, but today, I choose to think of it as a serenade of Dana's life.

Look at her - she is beautiful, graceful, loving, classy, funny, committed, passionate and above all, God's child. 30 years ago, this woman had no clue what was ahead in life for her, and - for the most part - it's been good and safe. For that, I am eternally greatful. Seeing her today with all of us was pure joy for this mom, and while it was short, it was sweet.

"Sunrise, Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset,
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another,
Laden with happiness, and tears."

Here's to many more Sunrises and Sunsets, Dana. God bless you.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Go, Obama, Go!

HaHaHa - I just heard on the radio that the State of the Union won't be broadcast on WOAI tonight, because the Spurs are playing!! You can hear it on the computer if you like - Priorities!!!


So - Go, SPURS, Go!!

Friday, January 22, 2010

Oh, Brother!!

Fourth Grade humor:

"Mrs. LaMore, do you know why Tigger looked in the toilet?"

"No, KP, why?"

"He was trying to find Pooh!!"


What a GREAT end to the week!!!

Hmmmm

All those years that I had hormones, I wasn't particulary emotional. Pretty even keel, mostly happy and optimistic.

Now, these days, I find myself weeping at the drop of the hat. I'm wondering - is it missing hormones, or have I reached an age in which I see the gravity of things so much clearer?!

Whatever it is, I sure wish it would go back to the way it was!!!

Monday, January 18, 2010

Listening

Lately, I've been struggling with allergies, which cause me to cough a lot. It also keeps me from singing in worship - my favorite thing to do - because my throat begins to tickle and I end up distrupting those around me. Happens every Spring, so I shouldn't be surprised, but I do dread it every year.

During these past few weeks, I have paid special attention to Andy as he sings. In our fellowship, we sing 4 part harmony, congregational style, and I have sat next to Andy in worship for 36 years. I have never really listened to him, as I am usually singing myself.

No one loves music more than Andrew. He has it on in the car every mile he drives (unless the Spurs are on!) - and he remembers everything about every song he's ever loved. Outside of worship, he's not really a singer, but when the time comes, he's there. Music is very much a part of who he is.

Yesterday, as I sat beside him and listened to his nice, rich bass voice singing beside me, I fell in love again with this man. His praise to our God was true from his heart, and while probably no one else could pick out his voice from among others in the worship, to me, it was the most beautiful.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Ouch!

The last few days have not been fun. I finally went to the hospital yesterday to get an ultrasound on my right knee, and it appears I have something called a "Baker's cyst." The internet says to rest and elevate; which I can do this weekend, but when I do get up, man - it is so stiff and painful! Andy's been a trooper, doing most of everything around here, and listening to my moanings....

how did I get here?!?

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

20 points, baby!!!

SPURS win big over the Lakers!!! By 20, count 'em, 20 points!!

I know, Kobe and Pau were out injured, I know - it's one of those asterik games to them, but to me - It's a BIG win for our guys!! I was on the edge of my seat the 3rd and 4th periods.

It was SWEET!!

Saturday, January 09, 2010

God's Will

Today has been a very emotional day for me. Jackie and I drove together to the monthly Ladies' Prayer Breakfast, and the group was wonderful, food delicious and day crisp and clear. When it came time to ask for prayers, the mood shifted to one of such strong emotion - sadness, anger, disappointment, that I could hardly catch my breath. I could not even put into words the anguish I was feeling as it came to my turn to pray. I have cried off and on all day -

Several years ago, a friend was facing a big decision, and was struggling with knowing God's will for her and the situation. I told her, "You know. You will know. It will come to you and you will be sure."

After the events of today - I doubt that.