Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Stupid Cat, or Panda Guards the Kittens
If you were a cat, living in a barn, where would you have your kittens? In a nice corner of the hay mow, nestled in some warm hay? Not Jamie. She had hers in the trash can. She's a particularly stupid cat. She gets very excited when I feed grain and comes running around the corner and crashes into the feed cart. Crashing into things is one of her favorite things. Panda is guarding the kittens, but he's really thinking what nice little morsels they'd be. 
Panda guards the flowers
April showers bring May flowers, only now they bring them in March. And we all know why. 
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Buffalo Hunters Revisited
Buffalo are ruminants, right? Ruminants give off lots of methane, right? Methane is a much more powerful greenhouse gas than CO2, right? The white man nearly wiped out the buffalo on the great plains, right? If they hadn't, we'd be sweating much more under global warming, right? The buffalo hunters were, therefore, heroic environmentalists, right?
Chris Sligheds out of the Competition
He got worse from week to week Too bad. He was a funny and likable fellow.
Claire had him nailed for 10th place. No points for her. Like golf, Claire.
The standings:
Arnold 8
Claire/Scott 10
Cassie 11
Tom 12
Laura/Luke 15
Claeb 16
Claire had him nailed for 10th place. No points for her. Like golf, Claire.
The standings:
Arnold 8
Claire/Scott 10
Cassie 11
Tom 12
Laura/Luke 15
Claeb 16
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
A Few More From the Naval Ball
Havin' a good time
Michelle on TPM
Remembering Grampa
December 06
Who would have thought the colors arching over the hill would become such a strong remembrance of you.
TPM you were known by some, Dad or Tom by others, Grampa to me.
What memories I hold of the warm home in Conway where us grandkids were always welcome. We were free to explore wherever we pleased- the creek at the bottom of the hill, the nooks and crannies of every room, the sinking red shed, and the infamous sliding hill of the Boyden’s farm.
And who can forget the slide shows in the basement, swimming at Conway pool, and Gramma’s cookie jar?
And I can still picture you, Grampa, sitting in your brown recliner by the TV yelling at the ball players who can’t play the game right, or calling the President a thing or two. And your laugh. Oh, your laugh still rings blissfully through my ears.
Sometimes I lie in bed at night and relive these memories as if they happened just yesterday. I swear I remember every detail- the green shag rug, your turtle pill holder, the walking canes hanging in the garage, the lounge chair with wheels on it, Gramma’s tossed salad and your perfectly sliced roast beef with gravy.
And, of course, your many photographs you so lovingly arranged in albums including those of the rainbows behind your home in Conway.
The day you passed on, I was blessed to see the colors of a rainbow spread in front of me. Before I received the inevitable phone call, I knew from the colored arc your time had come for you pass on to heaven.
Many years have passed since you have been looking down on us from above. I now have a child of my own, a husband and a home. I think of you often and wonder what you would have said about this situation or that situation, what you would think of our current president, and what your reaction would have been to the Red Sox finally winning the World Series.
But what I hold most dear are the memories I hold tightly to my heart of the days we spent together here on Earth. Not everyone can say they were blessed to have such a wonderful and wise Grampa as you, but joyfully I can.
I love you.
Michelle
December 06
Who would have thought the colors arching over the hill would become such a strong remembrance of you.
TPM you were known by some, Dad or Tom by others, Grampa to me.
What memories I hold of the warm home in Conway where us grandkids were always welcome. We were free to explore wherever we pleased- the creek at the bottom of the hill, the nooks and crannies of every room, the sinking red shed, and the infamous sliding hill of the Boyden’s farm.
And who can forget the slide shows in the basement, swimming at Conway pool, and Gramma’s cookie jar?
And I can still picture you, Grampa, sitting in your brown recliner by the TV yelling at the ball players who can’t play the game right, or calling the President a thing or two. And your laugh. Oh, your laugh still rings blissfully through my ears.
Sometimes I lie in bed at night and relive these memories as if they happened just yesterday. I swear I remember every detail- the green shag rug, your turtle pill holder, the walking canes hanging in the garage, the lounge chair with wheels on it, Gramma’s tossed salad and your perfectly sliced roast beef with gravy.
And, of course, your many photographs you so lovingly arranged in albums including those of the rainbows behind your home in Conway.
The day you passed on, I was blessed to see the colors of a rainbow spread in front of me. Before I received the inevitable phone call, I knew from the colored arc your time had come for you pass on to heaven.
Many years have passed since you have been looking down on us from above. I now have a child of my own, a husband and a home. I think of you often and wonder what you would have said about this situation or that situation, what you would think of our current president, and what your reaction would have been to the Red Sox finally winning the World Series.
But what I hold most dear are the memories I hold tightly to my heart of the days we spent together here on Earth. Not everyone can say they were blessed to have such a wonderful and wise Grampa as you, but joyfully I can.
I love you.
Michelle
Monday, March 26, 2007
A post for Dad
This is Violet. She is not actually the property of the U.S. Postal Service, but of my Lexis friend Elizabeth. Panda is agog.
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