xo margo

2011-11-29T08:08:00.002-08:00

Welllll...I'm trying to figure out this blogspot. Hey, it's no fun being a 75 year old with your savvy grandchildren away or busy. But at least I found where to post again! It's been a weird year for me...strange surgery last December and a long recuperation. I'm getting back in the swing of things now. I started volunteering at a small school library (Courtesy of the Christ Child Society!) and I just love it. Books, Books, and more Books! and then you add in the kids and it's a great experience. I haven't gone back to the Pabst Mansion yet. My back is still a problem. But I hope to this month. I miss the other docents and I definitely miss the Pabst. It's regaled in Christmas finery right now. I can hardly wait to see it. Patrick, my oldest grandson, is working at First Stage here in Milwaukee. He is very involved in Three Holy Women Parish and I get to go with him to a Taize' service on Tuesday. I've never been, but it sounds meditative. I think I'll like it. DanS, my son-in-law, just bought the right to be on stage in the Music Man production at the Skylight, here in Milwaukee. He had fun...and I am going with a group of friends and relatives to see it this week. AND...I'm having my second Cataract surgery. Wish me luck.

White out!

2011-03-23T15:19:00.000-07:00

Omigosh! I don't know what the exact definition of a blizzard is,but it looks like we're in one, right after a day where the grass was showing tufts of green and the temperature was near 50! Door County is always a treat! We're sort of snowed in, because the wind has blocked out even the lake, a short 300 yards from our patio window.

How did the Indians ever do it? I'm sitting at my computer in a safe, warm and dry house...and thinking about not only their teepees,...but of the brown and grey chinked log cabins built by hand and hard labor and that abound in Door County. You can't help but be reminded that settling here must have been a real trial. Why would they do it? Freedom from servitude and freedom for their Moravian religion is the obvious answer. But I think of the mothers, trying to keep the kids warm, making a home of a small cabin. I'm an only child. I cherish the times when I can be by myself. I have always wondered how the families dealt with the lack of privacy. There was nowhere in the cabin to be by oneself. And think of the noise. The wind wails around the corner of our condominium! What would it be like in a little cabin? I guess you accommodate to whatever life gives you. Hopefully these pioneers were able to take a breath and recognize the beauty of the place that they had chosen to make their home.

And after I think about these negative parts of a snow storm, I look out and see the absolutely stunningly beautiful white landscape, punctuated with exclamation points of birch trees along the shore of Kangaroo Lake. The cedars are bending their dark green branches with heavy white snow, waving in the winds. And the wind! It send snow perpendicular to the large meadow that leads to the lake.

And here we are. Jerry makes a fire. We read. We sit. We make some soup and enjoy the warmth as we watch winter invade our Door County. And we count our blessings.

In like a lamb...

2011-03-21T14:54:00.002-07:00

Well, we're in Door County and March has come in like a lamb. It's close to
60 degrees, the snow is melting and we've just come away from our silly
wine and cheese party at the Rushes. It's a lot of fun to see where
everyone is from...and how long they've been owners at the Rushes. This has
to be one of the most loyal group of time share owners. Many of the
folks tonight have been here more than 10 years, some of us more than 20!
We munch on veggies, dip and meatballs, enjoy a glass of wine and love Brenda, the activities director who has been with us for almost 20 years. She is celebrating her 50th birthday this year (in September) and reminds us every week. She is collecting a bunch of cards and gifts as the year progresses. What a prolonged celebration.
The dark pencil marks of the silhoetted trees punctuate the winter sky. This season, like all, has a special beauty.

2011-03-01T19:33:00.003-08:00

Somehow I've lost track of this blog...and my LIFE since my December 16th gastric reorganization!
Anyhow, I'm thinking I'm back to normal...and lo and behold, I do one day of normal housework...a couple loads of laundry, general cleanup and a cleaning of the oven...and today I thought I'd just take small nap after Laurie and I did a few errands...and I CRASHED! For 4 hours! But on to the real news. Barb was 'late' for our St Sebastian Meeting tonight. She was given a President's Awaard from Johnson Controls for her work on the Energy Forum that has been part of her life for the past several years the second week in June and in Washington DC. She quickly changed gears and was right up to speed with our 100th celebration. What a kid! I'm so proud of all that she has accomplished.

2011-01-19T15:03:00.002-08:00

January 19, 2011
So...It's just five weeks since my gastric volvulus surgery, and recuperation is certainly going as predicted...SLOWLY! I, as predicted by Dr. Wallace, hate the gastric tube. It's just obnoxious. I wonder how long I'll have to have this thing? Oh well, my resolve is to think of at least one forward going or uplifting thing that happens each day. That will make the recuperative time go better, I hope...so here goes.
I spend part of each afternoon at the Rec Center at the Rushes...just watching life go by. Today, the Hartmans from Appleton - folks we've know for 28 years, were there, playing bingo! I had a nice visit with Marilyn and Pete, catching up on the year's activities. Marilyn has had both knees replaced and broke her pelvis. She's doing great and hoping that the next doctor's appointment will give her permission to go back to the x-country skiing that they love so much. It's always nice to meet them every year.

Just thinking...

2010-11-27T11:19:00.000-08:00

Words..
Like stinging nettles
Pierce your heart.
They take a lifetime
To be removed.
One by one.
They leave a
Lasting hole…
A small but unrelentless memory
Of a burning hurt that
Must be quenched if you are to.
Seize the moment
And move forward.

What a week!

2009-10-09T13:24:00.003-07:00

I have neglected this blog lately. But this week takes the cake!
We've had a bunch of minor disasters and I hope they are done with. This is no way to enter a beautiful Fall season. First of all, my computer screen went blank, then the sewing machine bobbin holder jammed, Jerry's electric razor wore out, Laurie and Mark had a minor, could have been major, upset at their house, Barb's briefcase was stolen from her car while she attended the Christ Child Society luncheon, Jerry found out that his beloved bike was damaged beyond repair,Tom "ran" the Portland Marathon and got a flat tire making him at least 20 minutes over his expected time and after all that, on his way to Wisconsin, a deer walked into Tom's van as he barrelled down the highway at 75 miles an hour.
Was there a full moon? The good news is that all is in the process of being remedied. New computer screen (and the guy cleaned up my computer!); new razor (and Jerry likes it!); new bike (?? I think he should get a better one...we're talking); Bigsby's is going to fix my sewing machine (and CLEAN it! YAY!); L&M still don't know what caused the weirdness in their house, but the fire department with its bells and whistles and nice firemen checked the house and it's fine; Barb replaced the window in the car and thanked God that her 'brain wasn't taken; and TOM- Tom arrived home three hours ago safe and sound with a banged up car. He's sleeping now, having only 3 hours of sleep last night.
At one point in my life, I told someone that "The Perils of Pauline" had nothing on MY life! It certainly is exciting...if that's the catchall word for exasperation, anger, frustration, worry and sympathy all in one week!
In times like these, I just sit back and grin. I think about the victories and defeats that we've witnessed with our extended family. We've managed to survive the major ones and laugh about the minor ones.
My good friend (and Barb's mother-in-law) celebrated her 78th birthday last night. She's an 'only' child, just like I am. When we get together, we chuckle about the differences in our lives since we have acquired the husband/families that we have. We know just how lucky we are. We've known each other since 1970 or so...meeting when Andy and Dan swam together at Nicolet and sharing lots of our children's lives. Now...we feel like we are all an extended family. I worry about her kids and grandkids and she share at least ONE family of mine. So when a week goes like this last one has, it's time to take stock and count your blessings.
Happy Fall.

2009-07-23T08:49:00.000-07:00

2009-05-09T13:09:00.001-07:00

It’s Spring in Glendale…
and I have a new perspective. I just returned from a river cruise through the Netherlands and Belgium. After seeing one of the largest (if not the largest) gardens in the world, the Keukenhof Gardens just outside of Amsterdam, I have come home to appreciate Glendale and all it means to me.
Keukenhof Gardens is not to be missed. From the welcoming fountain at the entrance, spraying a pattern that resembles a giant puff ball, to the sailboats floating serenely on an internal pond, this beautiful venue has stunning layouts of red, yellow and white tulips, blue, pink and white hyacinths and waves of yellow and white daffodils. Spectacular is the best word to describe the Garden. The size and extent of these fields is mind boggling.
The weather cooperated with our visit. Throughout the entire two weeks we had only one day of rain. I expected to see ‘real’ windmills. What I didn’t expect was to find that hardly any of them do the work that they were cut out for. Most are historical monuments to a different time and need in the Netherlands, when pumping water out of the land was most important. Now the ‘real windmills’ are the modern silver and white three armed behemoths that dot our landscape and theirs, churning out energy from the wind. We saw LOTS of cows!
Cheese is a staple in this dairy-rich country. One afternoon I was treated to an unpronounceable pastry, only to find that I was going to eat a cream puff! We were introduced to Stroopwafels…a cookie with a smooth caramel filling that melts in your mouth…great with tea or coffee. Pickled herring was on the luncheon menu several times and potatoes were a staple with every meal.
Now I’ve come home…and taking a look at my beloved Glendale, I don’t find a lot of differences surprisingly.
Walking through Clovernook Estates this morning, I found that although there are not ‘fields’ of tulips and hyacinths, I reveled in the tiny, hopeful signs of spring as I found blooms nestling close to trees that are umbrella-ed with new citrine green growth. Violets peek through the woods near the ravine, nodding their tiny purple heads in agreement with being Wisconsin’s state flower. The smell of newly cut grass is always a welcome harbinger of our short summer season.
The Netherlands has its windmills – and the North Shore has its water filtration plant. I’ve passed this macaroni pipe-filled yard thousands of times. Now I have a better respect for the fact that this unassuming plant filters water for all the surrounding communities. It’s kind of like those windmills in Holland. Unless someone points them out to you with an explanation of their importance you begin to pass them over.
We went out for a fish fry last night, and found ourselves thinking about the common ground that all cuisine seems to have…or maybe the German background in Milwaukee is close to that of the Dutch. We had cheese and crackers before dinner and could have ordered an hors d’oeurves of good ol’ Ma Baensch’s pickled herring! I’ve now had two versions of potato pancakes, two versions of cream puffs; similar, but from different countries...
I dearly love travel. I love thinking about a new country, its people, the landscape, the food. But the older I get and the more I travel, the more I realize commonalities and the fact that there’s no place like home.

Tristan Orion

2009-03-30T11:44:00.002-07:00

When Spring brings a new baby, the earth is renewed.

Through the late snowfall in Wisconsin, we have anxiously anticipated this little one’s arrival. It’s been a long and sometimes heartbreaking trail that Dan and Zoe have followed, hoping to increase their family and have a sibling for Tashi. And Tashi, our delightful 11 year old jumping jack of a little girl, now has a baby brother!

What a joyous addition to Spring a new baby is! And that’s especially true when the little guy has been so eagerly awaited by his concerned family. Dan, our thoughtful and history minded sixth child and his lovely poet of a wife have presented us with our ninth grandchild. The e-mails have flown fast and furious over the past days as we first worried with Zoe about the fact that this baby is a month early, and that she might have to have a Caesarean. As is the usual case, everyone in this far flung yet so close family had to give advice, form a cheering section and assure Dan and Zoe that we were with them every minute. And now, all that apprehension has disappeared.

He’s here! Tristan Orion. A wondrous name, worthy of a warrior, and yet centered in the stars. Star-blessed, he arrives welcomed by all of his aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents with a sigh of relief.

We had a star named for Dan when he graduated from college. We knew that he, of all, would be looking to the stars as he made his way through life. Dan has always been thoughtful, history minded, detail oriented. His luck in finding and joining with our beautiful mahogany-haired Zoe, who thinks in poetic mysticism and yet works in absolute practicality, is a blessing not only to him, but to us. Zoe writes with such emotion about the earth, her surroundings, her life, in her blog “Vale of Evening Fog.” She loves to garden, cooks up a storm, and will defend her beliefs vociferously!
How could these two find such compatibility? Ahh…you see it when they listen to music. You find it in the myriad of books lining their walls. You see it when they smile at Tashi, the love of their life. Their house is a tranquil place, surrounded by woods, filled with warmth that is most engaging. Their kindness to the seven nieces and nephews is palpable.

And now, Tashi has a little brother. Tashi, of the easy grin. Tashi, who loves fairies and takes such gentle care of Luna and Loki, her beloved cats, now has a small sibling to watch over and to smile about.

And we? We see a tiny red face, almost a duplicate of his father’s baby picture. We see a life of love, caring, smiles and wondrous potential for this dear little boy.

When Spring brings a new baby, the earth is renewed.

Spring comes to Door County slowly...

2009-03-20T09:46:00.001-07:00

Spring reaches Door County
We never tire of coming to Door County. The little ‘thumb’ of Wisconsin has enthralled us since the first winter weekend that we spent investigating the concept of ‘timesharing’ and making the decision to spend at least two weeks here a year. We now come to this land of refreshment five times a year, in every season.

The sun just seems a little brighter here. Shining over icy waters, it reflects a silvery blue that is unmatchable. I look for tiny signs that the green of summer is coming…trillium shoots, bravely pushing through the melting snow. Black water overcoming the ice in the lake as the spring melt begins.

The sound of water dripping, running, swishing, lapping – that’s the sound of spring in Door County. The trees are still bare, awaiting the pale green leaf-out and the wonderful pink and white blossoms that herald a new cherry crop. That’s ok. The anticipation is a part of being here, too.

I joined the water aerobics class this week. Jerry would think that the exercise is a little lame, but the camaraderie is just another benefit of being here. We meet such interesting people. Last night at the weekly Wine and Cheese party a family told us that they drove 19 hours from Texas to spend their spring break here. Now that’s a switch! Many of the folks here have been coming to the Rushes (or as my kids call it, The Weeds!) for many years. We’ve been here since 1984. Two of the college kids were introduced last night as “Rushes Babies!”

I’ve jumped back into the walking habit…35 minutes, up the hill and past the woods, all the way to the Brothers’ St. Joseph Retreat House. The friendly cows aren’t out…and the woods stand bare, waiting for sun to warm their brown gullies and hillocks. Hah! My ‘transforming’ glasses have made the sky look incredibly blue and have made the birches look like big pencils – pointing their way to spring, I hope!

Wicked Old Songs

2009-03-13T08:26:00.000-07:00

Wicked Old Songs... WOW! My day spent coaching ...
[Photo] Wicked Old Songs...
WOW! My day spent coaching middle schoolers in their forensic performances ended with my attendance at this wonderful play put on by In Tandem Theatre. First of all... the theatre company has relocated to the old red church on Wisconsin Avenue, a perfect venue for small theatre productions. It's historic, inviting and small enough for you to feel as if you are part of the production. Chris and Jane Fleiler live in Washington Heights, and I have seen several of their productions. Cudahy Caroler, You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown, etc.

\Secondly, the stage set was perfect for a scene set in present day Vienna.
I have been to Vienna several times and have enjoyed that lovely city immensely, from the Sacher Torte tradition to seeing the glorious Opera House and travelling the Ringstrasse. This tastefully done set of an older apartment of a vocal coach was done so well. The piano dominated the room and a window gave you just a glimpse of an imaginary Vienna, waiting outside the drama that would unfold.

I won't spoil the story for you, in case you ever get to see this interesting play, but I can tell you that it is a contraposition of teacher and pupil that I found fascinating after my afternoon with the junior high crowd. The young man who played the student was so natural in his disdain of the older teacher while he tried to keep some respect. The teacher was done wonderfully by a seasoned actor/director/conductor who is a big part of the Milwaukee Theatre scene.

I can only hope that I can keep my sense of humor as well as the mentor in this piece did. It's fun to see that same expression (that I have seen on many occasions) pop up on this talented actor as he reacts to the 'unreasonable' requests of his teacher.

The unfolding of the training of an accompanist as he learned not only about what a singer feels and thinks was enough to recommend this play. But the German music - oh the German music! I learned so much about the emotion of singing this music and the difference in translation. And somehow, it reminded me of Professor Baer in Little Women!

The denouement of the play is a somber one. I have been to Auschwitz. I don't care to ever go back there. The sadness and tragedy that surround those awful events was reflected in the older man's performance.

And frosting on the cake? We had an unexpected 'talk-back' at the end of the performance with the actors and Chris (the director) sitting down and visiting with the attendees who were smart enough to stick around.What a charming way to get to know the performers. All in all, the evening was a success. I'm thinking of buying TWO season tickets next year and taking a friend with me!

I'm a coach!

2009-03-09T11:32:00.001-07:00

I have loved the field of Forensics (public speaking competition) since I was in high school. The highlight of my high school career was taking private speech lessons, daily. My teacher/coach (Miss Link) was tough and determined that we would learn as many of the little hints that she could give us to be successful in public speaking and acting. I competed in Forensics all through high school and was able to be part of the school plays every year. What fun! I even earned an award for "Dramatics" as a senior. I love the little comedy/tragedy mask charm that I was given.
And now...now, I'm having the time of my life, coaching middle school kids! And to make it even more rewarding, I'm coaching at the grade school that I attended years ago.
The real fun comes when you can give a kid a direction, have them follow it and then see the light dawn when they figure out that they have the audience in the palm of their hand. We keep track of the scores that they are given by judges at the various meets that our head coach has arranged. We compete in several before the end of the season which culminates in a Statewide Meet. Last year this small parochial school took FIRST PLACE at the State Meet! This year, of the 41 kids on the team, only 8 have not qualified for state...and after this past weekend, perhaps that will have been remedied. This is quite an accomplishment, when you realize that some teams never qualify anyone for the State Meet. And the kids... the kids are enthusiastic, supportive and so much fun to work with.
I must be the oldest coach/judge in the middle school league. My claim to fame is that I have the time to go over to the school every afternoon and LISTEN! Retirement gives you such freedom to do things you love. I spent Friday night and Saturday at two different meets, judging categories from "Group Acting" to "Impromptu Speech."
The other benefit is having something in common with grandchildren. Meggie, our 12 year old, is competing for her school in "Group Acting" and hopes to qualify for State. I get to compare notes with her about our common interest. What a bonus!
I'll keep you up to date with the progress of my team and that of Megan's. Wish us luck!

This is what happens when you read too much...

2009-02-22T12:25:00.000-08:00

So...I'm down to the spy novels in the library bag. Robert Ludlum. If you are a fan, don't go further! He's a good writer. I don't have an argument with that. But man, this book was way too much. I can rarely stop reading a book once I've started... and this was no exception. The Sigma Connection. I bet there were at least a dozen people killed violently in the first few chapters. New characters were introduced every 20 pages or so in this 300+ page book. I think I'm getting dotty. I had to back up and re-read to catch on to all the new characters. Besides that, the mystery of who these people were that were 'after' the protagonist began to get old. And then at the end, after introducing us to a terrible, horrible science experiment which the author 'defends'...it ended with a live happy ever after ending that never explained the disposition of the victims of this scientific experiment. I'm done! No more tough guy books for me. I'll go back to my 'recipe' mysteries where someone gets stabbed in the kitchen and the next 100 pages tell us about the recipes the author likes. I know, I know...they're dumb, but they are fun to read and I don't have to make moral judgements about the end result. I don't even have to EAT the end result, although I did make cookies that were listed in one of these sleuth books.
So today, I went back to the other extreme. If you would like to read some really sweet books, try the Jan Karon Mitford Series. They are about a sixty-plus minister who lives in a small town. Lots of humorous depictions of small town life and some philosphy thrown in. Much better. Now I can sleep at night.

Techno Nanna

2009-02-18T13:44:00.000-08:00

Okay, okay...so I don't get all this new stuff! But I'm struggling away with my shiny new i-pod, enjoying all my music in one little box! Wow! Who knew? I'm old enough to remember my dad and mom proudly showing off the new 13 "(? maybe even smaller!)TV in 1949. We watched stuff like wrestling, roller derby and the Schlitz Saturday Night Theatre, an all time favorite of mine. It was years later when I moved to Fairfield Court and met Sally Reuter, my neighbor across the street, that I realized I had been watching HER as she emceed the movie program that we all enjoyed. People would be invited over to watch TV...and nobody talked! You'd just sit there politely as if you were at a play or a concert. Now...I can listen to my i-pod in the middle of a crowd and mostly people won't care. (I still think that's kind of rude!) Anyhow...all my cds have disappeared to new homes and my son-in-law Dan has transposed (is that the word?) my goofy car songs so that I can share them with the grandchildren when we ride along to some exciting experience. Of course, first I have to figure out how to use the fancy car attachment. Dan and Tim (my sixteen year old ubersmart grandson) have been on call as I fumble through this new technology. Good Grief! If I should get a new computer, I'll have to upgrade to yet another new system. The worst thing about being 73 is seeing the world whiz by and trying to catch a ride! But never fear - I'm game for the adventure.

Swimmers alert!

2009-01-24T10:00:00.000-08:00

For all you swimmers out there...this is an interesting retrospective written by my son John as he returned to the sport of water polo...and the reactions this waterlogged family had to that return, after 20 years.

Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 17:30:20 +0000
From: bagus@comcast.net
To: casa@tibet.org; haigs@pghsweb.net
Subject: [Casa] one score
One Score Years and 60 pounds ago, this body climbed out of the pool in East Lansing as a second time bronze medalist in Big 10 polo and hung up Its little funny cap with ear protectors for cleats and a flying disc.

20 years is definitely time enough to forget where the hell you are
supposed to be and who the hell you are supposed to cover. That left me playing D in the hole on the first play.

Tentatively, when the ball came in I climbed up his back reached over
his shoulder and knocked the dude's arm til the ball came loose. Is that
ok? I wondered? What are the rules again?

Whistle blows, ball goes out and comes back in, so I go up again but
there's some help out there and we end up getting the ball away from him and we swim the other way.

For twenty years, I've jumped in oceans and lakes and the occasional
pool and thought about how to tread water and then I'd whip out a few
quick strokes. My how impressive I was to be able to quick start like
that. My how I've forgotten that in a real game, after a few quick
strokes, come about 20 more and then a stop and a turn and then 30 more the other way and then 30 more the other way. We scored that first point and I called for a sub.

After my first stunning D stand, I had had no idea what happened to the
ball. I had no idea when to turn around and go the other way. I go all
the way to the net and find everyone going the other direction and I'm
way out of it. I stay out on top corner, but my defender goes the other
way even tho we still have the ball. But sure enough, turn over, deep
pass, and she gets an easy one on one goal. I didn't come close to
getting involved in a play for the next 20 minutes. Then I finally got
the ball on the wing. Threw it into the hole with the defensive wing
poaching in. It got there but just barely. The hole man says 'you gotta
go somewhere else with that'. Then I get the ball again out top and have to be told, 'walk it in' as no one is covering me. I walk it in and try
to lob one over the hole guy to a spot between him and the goalie. He
however is being held and can't move and the goalie picks it up for an
easy turnover.

I go back on D and try to follow someone but get admonished by the real hole d players, "get outta here" find someone on top. I drift into my
slackluster 10 feet off ultimate frisbee style D and the ball gets to my
guy and he has an open shot to the open hole guy. Goal! Whoops.

We get the ball and I'm out on the wing again and the guy on top
drives. He drifts out and squaks, "Rotate, dude". Huh? Oh, ok, yeah
rotate. End up on top.

Ah yes, so that's right, you have to drive in this game. I give it a
shot next time I'm at point and the hole guy actually throws the ball at
me as I drift out and my arm comes up late and it goes over my head and dude on D gets by me in a second for a turn over. Hmm. These guys and gals are all really really fast and I'd be surprised if I would be
number 15 on this team of 18 back on my prime.

If this was a team. It's just pickup polo. Never quite played it that
way before. So I swim to the side and call for a sub.

Next fit of exhaustion finds me behind my defender as she gets into the
play, but it happens... we get the turn over. I'm already past half pool
and start plodding exhaustedly towards the goal. Sure enough, someone makes a 30 yard pass to a spot 15 feet in front of me. I find a small reserve and get the ball between my arms and swim another 10 yards and pull up on the left side of the goal, which the goalie has covered solidly. I wave the ball around and reali ze I will have to take my lefty shot across the goal to the right side. Plenty of time. Bam. My first goal in 20 years!

Cough cough, "sub!!!!"

My body definitely feels less abused than a day of pickup ultimate, so
I guess I'll go again until spring league starts.

Eternally Grateful for Swimming
And the life lessons are rife! After watching 22 HEATS! of a relay
meet last night, I have spent some time thinking about what water sports have meant to this family.

First of all, acceptance. Andy was delighted to find a sport that he
liked and that liked him. It seemed that followed for all of our guys.

Second of all, humility. There's always a gunner out there who's
better, bigger and smarter than you are, but you can still be on the
same team and succeed.

Thirdly, try it! You might like it. Don't be afraid of new stuff. I
guess Tom is the example for that one. He's proven that you can do
almost anything if you aren't too afraid to try.

Fourthly, introspection...Yeah, You! Spending hours in a pool
practicing lends one to either zone out or try to fix the earth's woe's
as you paddle along. I'm glad you have all become such caring, good
guys. DanS recently joined the board of Hope House, a transitional
living facility for families in crisis.

And as for me...patience is it's own reward! It's worth it to watch a
gazillion kids that you don't know swim their hearts out in a me iet
just to see your own Tim do well in the 100 free. Chlorination, you
bet! (And I guess I should have remembered about not wearing a sweater to a swim meet! It gets HOT and WET!) But I loved every minute of that swim meet last night.
Thanks, Tim - for letting an old lady get back in the swim, figuratively!
Thanks. John. for the interesting perspective on a 20 year hiatus from
aquatic competition. I think we all enjoyed hearing of your re-entry
into the pool. Keep it up.
xo mom

Andrew Haig andyhaig@umich.edu
Mom is right. After sitting through another steamy, chlorinated swim
practice last night I realize that we do indeed owe a lot to swimming.
There are other, more....well more personal benefits from our aquatic
heritage:

Fifth of all, hypoxia. There is nothing quite like the numbing feeling
of your intelligence fading away during a 25 no breather

Sixth of all, blowing donuts. I cannot tell you how much my career has
been advanced by the ability to lie on the grid at the bottom of the
pool, plug my nose, and shout 'Poop! as explosively as possible. The
resultant ring-shaped bubble has indeed helped me influence friends and
forestall my enemies. (Tim? You done it yet? )

Seventh of all, engorgement. We shall never lose the sense of duty to
gorge ourselves with 3 McDonald's shakes and 1 1/2 full sized pizzas for
lunch, 'just in case' practice might happen and the piano might drop on
our heads after 7,000 yd. Even now. 'So you gonna finish that cherry
cheesecake, Vice-Minister Chou?'

Eighth, woollen caps. In moderate temperature as well as frigid. The
nice social worker at the free clinic told me it's OK to empty the jar
of nickels I have hidden under my bed, but I don't think I'll ever get
rid of the rest of my Post-Walters-Stress-Disorder. At work, I'm still
drafting behind the other guy. I promised him I'd lead at the end of
the practice when he's tired.

Ninth...An irrational need, whenever we come to a body of fresh water,
to calculate our ability to cross it. Regardless of lamprey's, power
boats, or hepatitis A. Without a rescue boat, and for god's sake, no
wet suit! Lake Champlain was OK last summer until the thunderstorm
hit.

I'll stop here in order to allow other swimmers to wax on their delight
and humility and et cetera.

Gentlemen? Ladies?
Andrew J. Haig, M.D.
Professor
Physical Medicine and Rehabilitation
The University of Michigan

From: gizard@gmail.com On Behalf Of Dan Haig
Sent: Saturday, January 24, 2009 8:40 AM
Subject: Subject: RE: [Casa] one score
10. The out of body experience once you get past 5000 yards
11. Making me listen to my own stupid brain for so long that even it
gets bored and shuts itself off, when the fun really begins.
12. Prodigious lung capacity.
13. Prolonged exposure to frigid waters and heavy exertion renders one
immune to the usual boredom that creeps in after 10 minutes of taking
a shower, enabling the 30-40 minute showers otherwise unattainable by
mortals.
14. Introduces one to bizarre characters of dubious sanity.
.d

Tom Haig tomhaig@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: [Casa] one score
Did you see any polo from Beijing? Those guys were absolutely
huge - size of linebackers, belly and all. I remember the Polo team on the cover of SI before the Atlanta games. They were all a bunch of in-shape pretty boys. Not no more. These guys look more like Bagus and Ox than Brad Pitt. It's a mean, mean game. Tom Haig

Haig/Johnson Communications bhaig@wi.rr.com
Subject: RE: [Casa] one score
The lung capacity thing was certainly made clear last night! Tim and
friends had another improv night, and one of the scenes involved two people yakking about something while a third put his head in a bucket of water for as long as he could (when he finally came up for air, the skit topic changed to whatever he made up that he was doing - eg, just got spurted by a whale, just came in from a hurricane, etc). Needless to say, the two had to REALLY vamp while Tim was underwater!

BH

2008-11-06T13:34:00.000-08:00

Fences…
There’s been a lot written about fences over the years. Robert Frost wrote, “Good fences make good neighbors.” The weathered grey fence between the two houses, a big red Landwehr house and a big brown Haig house, could tell a story in itself.

Margo and Jerry broke the ice with their new neighbors, Carolyn and Jim over a tall pitcher of martinis on a hot September afternoon. But before the fence even appeared, there was an expanse of mud broken by tall weeds, and there were small potholes that turned into mini lakes after a spring rain. Two mothers made friends over that expanse of ‘back yard’, when Carolyn saved Margo’s baby John from a mucky experience as she called out a warning from her brand new back porch!

The wooden fence was carefully built one foot inside the Landwehr lot line. Hans will come occasionally, look for Fig Newtons in our cookie jar, and remind us that he ‘owns’ that one foot! Nevertheless, the gate is always unlocked to us, and friendship has poured out from the beautiful Landwehr gardens to the welcoming backyard field of the Haig house.

At one time, Jim looked in wonder as Margo attempted gardening. “No,” he said, “You don’t
RE-PLANT the radishes to thin them!” and shaking his head, suggested that the Haigs leave the gardening to the Landwehrs!

Margo and Carolyn were among the first members of the Clovernook Bridge Club. (Carolyn has the rather unique rules and will produce them if you ask!) In addition, we have some great recipes that we share. Missing ingredients borrowed at the last minute often passed over the back fence.

Jim and Jerry worked together in the Clovernook Association as we settled into our new neighborhood. And then, softballs and baseballs flew over the fence. Jim coached Softball and Jerry coached Little League.

A gathering of animals ran back and forth between the houses, and Carolyn’s beloved cats tried to stay out of the way! A big litter of puppies in the Landwehr kitchen brought all Haigs to visit. John was just tall enough, along with Karl, to brush big Thor aside and play with the roly-poly puppies. We both had our share of hamsters and guinea pigs and birds, and a duck was even added to the menagerie at one time!

Timing, officiating, working the scoreboard, managing the swim kitchen…our lives were chlorinated together! Swimming became such a big part of all of our lives that Tom Haig suggested to Hans Landwehr that we build a two lane swimming pool with a diving well diagonally across the Haig yard to the Landwehrs…so that we could have Hans swimming laps and Tom diving at the same time!

Many a fiery ‘tree stumpings’ were held at the juncture of the yards, right inside the fence. We
co-hosted lots of late night parties there. And oh, the swim parties…and the band parties…we did have fun! Today, you’ll more likely find the four of us meeting for pizza at Calderone’s to share news and memories of music, graduations, weddings, some sorrows and losses, lots of pride in our children’s accomplishments and best of all, a life long friendship.

And as always, the fence makes good neighbors.

Thanks for the memories, Carolyn and Jim…Grow old with us – the best is yet to come!

2008-10-11T13:27:00.000-07:00

Here's Tim...celebrating Homecoming with the Rufus King German Club! How about those lederhosen?

Change

2008-10-11T13:15:00.000-07:00

CHANGE
Tiny golden leaves from the locust tree
have fallen to the ground
spreading their sunshine all over the driveway.
No more the soft sweet smell of a summer’s night…
no more the blinding sun of a summer’s day.
Yellow pumpkins plump stolidly upon the doorstep,
waiting for goblins to appear.
Gone is the stifling summer heat,
away with the smell of sweet marguerite at my back door.
Those sun filled green grasslands
that supported joyous play are quiet now…
the children all gone to more important callings.
Grey clouds blot the skyand rain spatters indiscriminately on the asphalt.
The wind scatters leaves and dried flower petals
into the sleepy gardens.
It’s damp.
It’s chilly.
The season has made a smart about-face turn
and fall is here.
‘08

2008-10-04T17:59:00.000-07:00

Oh wow, you guys! Kelly and her friend Bobby are shown on the way to Homecoming. They both looked so nice...I guess everybody is growing up!

The Slide Begins

2008-09-08T15:20:00.000-07:00

September 7, 2008 marked the beginning of a slide down a very slippery slope for me. It began with the death of the only person in the whole wide world who still called me “Margaret” every time he saw me. “That’s the name you were baptized with and I see no reason to change it,” he would say.

My cousin Tom…my dependable surrogate older brother as I grew up, has left us. We’ve lost other members of this Enright clan, this great Irish family of my mother’s. However, it was usually a tearing, sudden surprise of a removal -two uncles and one of the cousins in their forties. Or perhaps one of “the folks from West Bend” would die, those who were ancient great uncles and aunts at least to our young perceptions. But now…now it’s one of US!

How lucky we were that Uncle Muv bought the cottage on Cedar Lake. That big old rambling white clapboard cottage could sleep 21 we’d proudly proclaim. In a very organized rotation all of my cousins and aunts and uncles would descend on the cottage Sundays during the summer, ready to spend their week or two of vacation in the carefree world that bordered a green Wisconsin Lake. So, Bill and Tom, Pat, Mary Ann and Kay, Susan, Mary Beth and Abby (Dan came later!), Carol, John and Barbara Mary and their moms would take their turn keeping my mom and me company over the hot languid weeks. Oftentimes, our dads made the commute from Milwaukee, arriving on Friday night and ready to fish a little, do some chores, cut the grass (mowing the west 40, as my uncle Harold used to say!) and just relax with our families. The big screened porch that ran the length of the cottage formed a dining room on the side. We could watch the regattas on Sunday afternoon as we ate dinner. White wicker furniture with yellow pillows reflected the sunshine on the front porch, facing the lake. I remember how excited we were that we would be left with ‘the older kids’ to watch all of us younger ones as the grownups departed for Minnesota to see Uncle Muv marry Aunt Mary. We worried about Bill going into the Army. We fell off rafts, took unauthorized sailboat rides from our neighbors (the Tews family), walked down to the frog pond with “Aunt Carol,” my mom, every night, and whispered secrets to each other as we slept on the screened-in porches that formed two wings of the upstairs. It seemed Tom was always there.

When I was quite small, I remember Aunt Marie and Uncle Harold driving up to our flat on 58th street and inviting us to go along for a Sunday afternoon ride in the country. Grandma Vosburg (Marie’s mother) was often with us. Tom and I would be crammed into the car and would ride hilariously through the Wisconsin countryside, with my dad and Harold trading jokes and jibes at one another. “Fischer! You’ve gotten us stuck in a corn field AGAIN!” Harold would joyously point out. And we’d all laugh, and Grandma Vosberg would offer peanuts in the shell as a treat in the car. Tom was always there.

I would sit in the front parlor on 17th street and vicariously listen to Tom’s friends escapades. I was the little cousin in the background. “I’m going to join the convent,” I announced one night disgustedly, as I recounted my disastrous attempt at finding partners at the local CYO dances. “Oh for Pete’s sake,” said Tom, “I’ll get you a date with Doug Haig’s little brother Jerry.” “I’m not going out with any of your goofy friends,” I stubbornly proclaimed. Tom was always ready to help me.

Tom’s father was one of the early casualties of the Enright family. Dead in his forties of a heart attack, friends and relatives rallied around Marie, Bill, and Tom. Included in this group were Doug and Jerry Haig. I met my husband at Tom’s father’s funeral.

Jerry was in the Navy when I planned my wedding. Tom and Marie made Friday night Fishfries a tradition as they helped my mom, dad, and me with details such as who would serve the Mass and where the reception would be held. Tom was always there..

When the wedding day came and went, Jerry threw my garter to the waiting crowd of bachelors…and guess who reluctantly caught it! Of course, Tom was always there.
After berating Jerry for what I perceived to be his constant last minute arrival at events, we drove into St. Jude’s parking lot for Tom and Marian’s wedding, only to find that my folks were later than we were! I thought Tom looked mighty handsome in that tux.

As the years passed, we shared family and fun. Tom and Marian were our Tom’s godparents. We spent a hilarious and hard working weekend moving Brigid and our Barb into the dorms at UW-Eau Claire. My mother died that weekend. We were in Ashland, having gone onward to take Susie to Northland College. The funeral director, a good friend, assured me that Tom had taken care of all the immediate details. He called his Brigid and she ran over to find our Barb and insisted that she would accompany Barb home on the bus for the funeral. Brigid gave up her first days in college to be with us. We’ll never forget her for that. And Tom was there, in the background, making sure all went well.

It’s a slippery slope when you realize that all ‘the West Bend folks” are gone now. Tom pointed that out as we enjoyed a St Patrick’s Day party at his son Bern’s house a couple of years ago. We cousins were sitting in the living room, visiting, when Tom boomed out “Oh for God’s sake, take a look at us! WE are the aunts and uncles now!” A silence followed that observation. We ARE the older generation. The loss of one of these close cousins is a tentative step down that slope. Within hours, the five of us who live in Milwaukee had made contact with one another. Close in childhood, we are so lucky to be able to console each other in our older days. Tom is still with us, at least in that wonderful Irish spirit – and I think he’s gone to join that Irish clan in heaven, rejoicing that ‘the cousins’ are still close. Tom will always be in my heart and memory.

2008-08-18T13:21:00.000-07:00

I read an excerpt from a book that I pick up off and on, called "Simple Abundance." It's a 'day' book, with writings for every day of the year. My cousin Mary Ann gave it to me a long time ago, and I really treasure it because I don't have to read it all the time, but when I do, it seems to hit the spot. Today it reminded me that writing is a tough avocation. You say to yourself, "Self, you can't write anything today, because there's nothing to write." Simple, eh? Well that's a cop-out. If I am going to write (and this blog was intended for me to scribble every once in a while) I'll have to get more disciplined about it. Maybe it's ok to just jot down a few thoughts every once in a while.
Today's thought concerns one of my sons-in-law. Today is Dan's 50th birthday. I've known Dan since he was a gangly, tow-headed freshman in high school, coming home off and on with my oldest son Andy. They met each other when Andy joined the swim team at the local high school.
Suddenly, in my daughter Barb's sophomore year in college, Dan discovered that Andy's pit-tailed, perky cheerleading siste had turned into someone he wanted to get to know a bit better. The end of the fairy story is that Dan and Barb were married, combining two families that had been friends for many years. I must admit that as time elapsed, familiarity sometimes was the breeder of contempt, as they say...and Dan and I disagreed on a fair number of things over the years and still aren't afraid to tell each other that we're not on the same track. But as the years went on ( and I got older and wiser) I couldn't help but see the perserverance, the dedication, and the genuine goodness streaming out of Dan. In addition, he has always been fun! Just a bit quirky...he will greet you with his 'pirate voice' more often than not...he covers his concern and goodwill with an interesting sense of duty to the environment and the historic neighborhood in which he and Barb have raised Patrick and Tim. Buy a building for his appraisal business? Sure, and then rent out parts of it to a wonderful children's book store and give a neighbor/friend a boost, renting space for her art gallery. When he realized that not many people would visit his appraisal office, Dan started the Guerilla Art Gallery in his front windows, hanging and displaying 'outside' artists who might not find the wherewithal to show their works. He loves Halloween...dresses up every year and helped organize the Washington Heights Halloween night out. One year, he left Jerry and me at home to give out small plasic prizes to the kids. We ran through the 2000 that he provided!!! After Jerry's bike accident, Wisconsin snow was piling up on our driveway. Late one afternoon, there was Dan, shoveling away. He'd driven the several miles to our house after work just to be sure we were able to navigate our front walk. We met him through swimming, but he's really quite a talented thespian. He spends hour upon hour practicing for and helping with the St. Sebastian Cabaret. So...I guess this is my love song to Dan. Happy Birthday, Dan. 50 years seems but a moment!

Africa trip picture

2008-08-15T15:02:00.000-07:00

Wellll...Here we are in Africa riding an elephant! What a trip! read the blog! xo margo

Am I dreaming or is it really South Africa? A long journal of our trip.

2008-08-04T12:28:00.000-07:00

Thursday, July 10 Day 1
Flight Chicago to Dulles
Dulles to Dakar
Dakar to Johannesburg
Huge aircraft from Dulles. It was an AirBus that carries about 500 people. We met Chris and Lita DeLa Cruz at Dulles, who were on our trip to Slovenia and Croatia last February. What a nice coincidence!

Friday July 11 Day 2
LONG Flights…and we land in the evening and are walked over cobblestones quite a distance to the bus that will be our friend for the next couple of days. Deirdre Venter is our guide, a native South African. Her family came here in 1698
Check in to the Sunnyside Park Hotel
The hotel is an old one, 1895; very very English in tone. Beautiful old wood and the rooms are very nice. The duvet and pillows were to die for…and we were TIRED! Johannesburg is not very impressive, at least at night.
Sunnyside Park Hotel
Saturday July 12 Day 3
It’s WINTER here! People are bundled up in down jackets and heavy fleeces…and Jerry and I are wearing short sleeves! It’s that Wisconsin hardiness, I think. It’s damp, dreary outside and 1800 m. above sea level. I can feel it. Hard for me to breathe. There is a waterfall outside the front door of the hotel and lots of plantings.
We stopped at Kruger Square for a very brief photo op. Deirdre doesn’t seem too taken with Johannesburg. We quickly passed his house and ended up in the Government Square. It looks like a European square, minus the cathedral! They are changing all the old street names due to their connection with apartheid.
We saw an English Bowling Club, and had our bus driver move the bus because the ‘car watchers’ (kids who will ‘watch’ your car for a small fee,) said we were in their main place of business. We stopped at a small shopping center in Hatfield to find two flashlites, a converter (for us), and 10 packages of pens for the kids in Zimbabwe that we are going to visit.
We had a bus tour of Pretoria, stopped at the Union Buildings and took pictures of the gardens and the city overlook.
We toured Soweto, the site of a protest on June 16, 1976. A young man not involved in the protest was killed. This memorial is to him and the others who were protesting the lack of English in their schools. It was the real beginning of the downfall of apartheid.
Sunnyside Park Hotel

Sunday, July 13 Day 4
Fly Zimbabwe- Up at 4:45am. A nice flight. We wait to get our passports stamped and finally we are “in Africa!” The sun is shining brightly on the golden fields and we are at 72 F. We had a small sandwich on the plane that sufficed for lunch.
The Victoria Falls Hotel is of Pfister vintage – 1895 or so. Lovely, but no ‘lifts’. We asked for a room on the first floor and pro that she is, Deirdre found one immediately. The room overlooks a garden and the entrance to the Hotel. White wings spreading out, lots of french doors, overlooking gardens. The view from the ‘back door’ of the hotel is the mist rising over the bush…and a perfect picture of the Victoria Falls Bridge.

Off we go to Victoria Falls! We walked the length of the Falls – 1708 meters wide! and the spray can be up to 500 meters high. We were drenched with the mist from the falls. We got soaking wet, but it’s so nice outside that we dried off almost immediately. I saw a BIG hornbill in the tree. . Rainbows everywhere… It really is one of the wonders of the natural world. We watched a bungee jumper and saw lovely flowers along the way.
We had a welcome cocktail party tonight and went to the Palms restaurant for dinner. I had Warthog and it was delicious. We saw warthogs in front of the hotel today!! The situation here is still somewhat tense. We had a security guard accompany us the 1/3-1/2 mile home. How romantic (and maybe necessary) Our beds are draped with mosquito netting. The weather is so nice…I doubt that we will need the netting, but when in Rome…
Victoria Falls Hotel

Monday, July 14 Day 5
It’s the kind of morning that you read and dream about. Breakfast outside; a buffet staged under a thatched roof. The sky was startlingly blue overhead. The Falls roar behind us and the sun warmed our shoulders as we ate eggs, sausage, etc. The restaurant is situated so that you can view the Falls as you eat.
Yesterday baboons frolicked on the front lawn of the gracious old lady of a hotel. The trees are great dark guardians, overseeing the white porticos of the extended wings. What a murder mystery setting! We’ve seen warthogs and a small antelope in the wild. A great set of birds, crested hornbills? (Where’s Susie when I need her?)

In the afternoon, Jerry did Sudoku while I braved the Zimbabwe market. The shopping was intense. These guys are desperate and were aggressive, but nothing I couldn’t handle. A smile and a NO! didn’t suffice. I bought a tablecloth with birds of SA featured and a lovely primitive hand carved nativity set and a great hornbill stone carving. I liked the area, especially the women’s building. I walked home via The Palm, where Mary and Joyce, fellow traveler and I had lunch.
We visited a local school, Chinotimbo, where the kids danced and sang for us. We reciprocated by singing BINGO! They loved it and joined in. It costs $30 a quarter to attend school, and 30% of the kids in the area do NOT attend, because they can’t afford it. We will make arrangements to send some money to this school through a local Rotary group that Deirdre has suggested.

We had dinner at a native place called BOMA. We were dressed in a South African cloth and had kind of a Mongolian BBQ. We ate ostrich and warthog. There were some dancers at the end of the meal, but actually, the kids at the Chinotimbo School were better!
Victoria Falls Hotel

Tuesday, July 15 Day 6
Up at 5:30 a.m. to Walk With The Lions and Ride The Elephants!
What an experience this morning! We jolted along on a teeth-chattering road in the dark. We arrived at the Lion and Elephant experience just as dawn was breaking. A thatched roof covered an area with a stove and grill. Breakfast was served on a deck overlooking the Zambezi River branch. We sat at a table covered with a zebra striped cloth and were served welcome cups of hot coffee or tea. Eggs, sausage, toast, potatoes and grilled tomatoes made up the Bush Breakfast.
Lilac breasted rollers swooped overhead. They are really beautiful birds. On the way, we saw wide browed sparrows and their hanging nests with the escape hatch!
Then…careful instructions about walking with the lions. DON’T RUN! Don’t
Scream! Don’t lag behind or you will be perceived as weak prey by the lions. Follow the trainer’s orders. We were given long bamboo sticks to intimidate the lions if necessary. Then, accompanied by a rifle toting guard, we walked into the Bush and there they were. Three cubs…1 female and 2 male are right in our path. Each of us was carefully guided to kneel down and pet the lions and take pictures. We walked a block or so with the lion cubs stopping at their whim. Unforgettable.
In the little bus and off to the Elephants. Innocence was the name of our handler and the elephant’s name was Dmamba! We hoisted ourselves up into a saddle with a rope handle and widely spaced stirrups (It IS an elephant, you know!) and rode a good hour up and down and through the bush with Innocent giving us a running commentary on these elephants and their habits. I loved it! and so did Jerry.

Back to the hotel and we were ready to move out. Two mini busses and trailers for the luggage took our group past Katumba National Park and to the Zimbabwe Botswana border. Lots of monkeys and no cameras due to the border regulations.

We arrive at Chobe Safari Lodge and are met with cold towels and a refreshing juice. (I have come down with a slight case of ‘African revenge’. Our room is beautiful, overlooking the Chobe river. The hotel is a safari lodge – very nice. Our front yard is the river! We settled in and I took some Cipro. Jerry went to lunch and then we boarded a jungle boat and off we went on a wildlife cruise.

It was outstanding. I’ll list some of what we saw. We took many pictures. Back home to the lodge for dinner and unfortunately, both of our meals contain meat that was inedible! Quickly grilled impala, kudu and warthog was a terrible contrast to the food we had in Zim. Here comes the list:
Elephants by the dozen, Cate Buffalo, Kudu, Crocodiles, A Sable Antelope, Darters, Jocamas, Fish Eagles, Spur wing Geese, Great White Egret, White Face Duck, Blacksmith Plover, Red Wing Priteteos and Black Wing Stilts.
Water Monitors, Hippos frolicking in the water, Sego Antelope, Yellow Billed Stork, Sacred Ibis, Egyptian Geese, Pied Kingfisher, BeeEater, African Skimmers, Spoonbills. Susie will have to see if I have the right names for these birds. It was an unbelievable day! Pictures can only hope to tell the story.

Wednesday July 16 Day 7
Jerry’s off to capture another country. He is taking the tour to Namibia, while I have chosen to go on an optional morning game drive.
Just some musings…When I get home each night, I’m so tired that I can’t seem to put all the emotions and feelings into my memories. Yesterday was really, really memorable. I hope I never forget the feeling of standing at dawn in a Bush Camp; of seeing too many elephants to count; of seeing a wide grassy wetlands and having to hurry to write the bird names as I see them identified by our guide. Flashing blue and green…and who knew we’d see a spoonbill? The Chobe river is no further than Fairfield court from my room. It looks deceivingly like the Fox river in Wisconsin until you see the expanse of savannah? beyond. We are way out in the middle of nowhere.

It’s winter here and lots of the foliage is yellow and brown, matching the manes of the lions we were able to pet and stroke yesterday. And not to forget these lovely people. They are so soft spoken and friendly. Sad… in the marketplace the men dogged my steps trying to sell me with their soft “Please, mama, buy just one thing. – my children are hungry. Please mama, take a look, take a look.” The carvings are beautiful. I was so sorry for the couple in our group who came back and reported that they were ‘attacked’ by the sellers in the market. I’d use that word advisedly. A firm “no” would have done and the sellers would have backed off. I went into woman-centered building and although they too were persistent, they were kind and seemed so proud of the crocheted tablecloths and cottons that they sold. Oh well, I better get some breakfast and be off on the game drive. Jerry left earlier this morning for Namibia.

Namibia…Jerry says he scrambled up a river bank and saw the customs house. They saw a 2000 year old baobab tree. They call it the ‘upside down’ tree. Its base measured 81 feet in circumference. HUGE! Lots of kids and people.

Out on the game drive: Here’s goes my list again: red billed hornbill, kudus again, white backed vulture, cape turtle dove, little bee-eaters, and NUTS…my batteries went out and the ones I have with me don’t work. Banded mongoose, Sable antelope herd of several hundred, A LION in the bush! and then on the road, crossing right in front of our jeep! What a thrill! A red billed franklin? on the bush; A BIG herd of elephants as we go along the beach tracking the lioness that crossed our path a few minutes ago. A hammerkup?; 20-30 giraffes that are looking warily at the lioness. Boy, am I glad I came along on this game drive!
We ate lunch near the hotel pool and watched the goofy monkeys try to steal food.

Jerry joins me and off we go again…in the open jeep that carries about 8-9 people and the guide/driver. Here are some of the finds of the afternoon drive: Giraffes, Whistling ducks, Puku Antelope (4 of them), slender mongoose, baboons on the road, hippos in a big pod, crocodiles sunning themselves on the banks of the river, Wahoo…a black backed jackal runs through the bush! These jottings are from the sightings we made in an incredible safari journey!
Think about being in a kind and gentle Jurassic park! Every animal that ;you might think of in a zoo…the sighting of ONE lion was thrill enough! As we started out of the park, three of them crossed the road and lay down next to our jeep. My camera began to malfunction. RATS! Don’t know what’s wrong with it. I just bought new $20 batteries for it. Anyhow…all’s well that ends well…I finally got my camera to work and was able to catch the lions and baboons and the Puku and a black backed cougar. What a day! We fell into bed about 9:00 p.m.!
Chobe Safari Lodge

Thursday July 17 Day 8
This has been a long travel day – no pictures, no batteries!!
We drove to the Botswana a border, had our passports stamped and drove to the Zimbabwe border, had our re-entries stamped, drove to the Victoria Falls airport and boarded SAA for Johannesburg. What a trek through the airport. After we got our luggage, cleared customs, went up about four ramps, got our boarding passes and watched our luggage load, it was down two ramps to a waiting area at the gate. We boarded another SAA aircraft and are on our way to Cape Town. I had a great time shopping in the Johannesburg airport shops. Into the middle of town, and we are staying at the Cullinan hotel. Spectacular! It’s a high-rise hotel, with a stunning marble and columned interior. The room is very nice but the duvet is REALLY heavy. We ended up taking it off and storing it in the closet so that the maid wouldn’t keep remaking the bed with it. Sheesh! It’s 70 degrees and sunny here – not the Arctic circle! The lens fell out of my glasses. Good thing I packed a spare.
Cullinan Hotel

Friday July 18 Day 9
The City tour was next. What a contrast to Joburg. This city is full of flowers and very bright and beautiful. Up to Signal Hill where we got a wonderful view of Table Mountain looming over the city. We had to skip the tram, because there had been an accident the day before and it was closed. I met an artist (Isram Botha) who was very proud of having painted Nelson Mandela when Mandela was quite young. (His artwork was pricey but nice.)

We stopped at Kirkenbosch Gardens, the largest in SA. Now I know it’s hard to believe, but I went to the gift shop and Jerry toured the gardens. He says it was quite beautiful and he took pictures of protea, the national flower. The gardens are compared to Kew Gardens which we spent a day in, outside of London. These precious seeds are duplicated and sent to Kew for safekeeping.
We had lunch at an Italian restaurant on the waterfront, entertained by some singers as we sat on a deck overlooking the water. There was a big demonstration for Mandela…it’s his 90th birthday. We will get a couple of the 5-Rand coins commemorating his birthday.
We walked around a bit before we met the group and boarded the ferry to Robben Island. Today is Mandela’s 90th birthday and we saw a happy demonstration at the waterfront for him. The island is stark and the barracks quite plain. The Island is compared to Alcatraz. A ferry ride out Robben Island showed us the areas that Mandela was imprisoned for over 25 years. Interesting guide. We were almost late back to the ferry because he was so articulate about Mandela. We walked back at twilight to our bus, admiring the shops and restaurants at the Waterfront.
Cullinan Hotel

Saturday, July 19 Day 10
Now today is a day out and about in the countryside surrounding Cape Town. First stop…Silvermine Nature Preserve where we see fields of protea, the national flower. I saw a black and white kestrel and an African Oyster Catcher. We passed an ostrich farm and then saw ostrich in the wild. Boy, they are BIG birds! Simontown was the stop for lunch. We ate at a little café and I had the recommended fish…King Klimt. Ho hum. We walked the little town’s streets and I bought a nice beaded necklace.
We went to the Cave Point Nature Reserve. What fun to ride a funicular to the observation deck where Jerry climbed 128 steps (!) to the lighthouse. The views are spectacular of both the Indian and the Atlantic oceans.
The Cape of Good Hope finished our explorations of famous ‘capes’. The picture of Jerry at the sign tells it all. Then, on to the Boulder Beach Penguin Reserve where we walked a couple of blocks behind a subdivision and came upon the reserve. It was ok. I have seen many of the penguin species…
Cullinan Hotel

Sunday, July 20 Day 11
Stellenbosch
Cecil John Rhodes started the wine industry in SA. Boschendal Winery is situated in front of beautiful mountains. We were able to sit under the elms and have a very gracious wine tasting. Our favorite was Sparkling Sauvignon Blanc.
Stellenbosch is a thriving university town. We met a family on our trip to Robben Island who introduced us to their daughter who will attend school here in the fall. It is the second oldest town in SA. Cape Dutch architecture lines the streets. We visited homes that displayed different generations in Stellenbosch. Beautiful restorations. The shops along the street were interesting…kind of a SA Door County experience. We visited Franckenbosch and had lunch at a little outside café. I had an excellent salad sparked by chickpeas and pepper dew (a small sweet red pepper that was delicious!)

Our evening was spent at the Gold Museum. The guide was very difficult to understand and there was a tremendous amount of written material to digest. We saw some of the amazing gold artifacts that were taken from SA by various peoples over the years, and some maps and time lines that would have been interesting to peruse if we had had time. The waitresses who guided us to dinner were dressed in gorgeous silk dresses. We were treated to a glass of wine with gold flecks floating in it. For Dinner…more wine, slivers of sweet potato and wonderful peanut, /coconut sauce, chicken gumbo, ostrich meatballs served with a yogurt sauce, spinach tapioca, butternut squash, and (UGH) lamb stew that Jerry said was hot! but good. Little apple turnovers and sweet fritters for dessert with a glass of muscatel. Dinner was very nice…we had a dance performance after dinner. Our day in wine country was well worth it. Beautiful scenery and a Dutch community that dated back to the 16th century. All in all, a great day. Sad news… a fire in the shack community killed two and left 800 homeless. These shack cities are universally found in the big cities here, as a result of poverty and mass immigration from the north of Africa.
Cullinan Hotel

Monday July 21 Day 12
Can you believe another travel day… and this one a long one.
Fly Cape town, Joburg, and Durban. The airports are pretty easy to navigate with Deirdre as our guide. I sent e-mail to Tom this morning (to the tune of $25 at the hotel) hoping that he will forward it.
So many things to remember and savor and it’s only Day 12!

We met some soccer fans in the airport on our way to Durban. I asked the girls what the blue horns were for and they giggled and showed me how to blast away on one. That sent them into gales of laughter as they tried to tell me that they were “Manchester Fans.” Then one of the chaperones came over and had the girls pose with me, and gave me a horn!
We arrived in Durban and Deirdre tried to get the not-so-smart bus driver to find the Indian Market. Durban has been settled by East Indians. At last! and what a bazaar. It was huge, filled with bead merchants, textiles, and crafts. I bargained a bit. I’m disappointed in the textiles. Expensive for what they are, and not too many hand done.
When we finally arrived in Mpumlanga Rocks at the gorgeous Beverly Hills hotel, there was security everywhere. The team Manchester is staying with us at the hotel. I guess you had to show your room key to get back in the hotel grounds later that night. There was a guard on our floor and one down at the beach too. Our room overlooks the pool and the Indian Ocean. We have al lovely balcony. Jerry took a dip in the ocean…I got my feet wet! We swam in the pool, which was chilly to say the least! Had dinner in a very posh all white hotel restaurants. An elegant fish fry!!!
Beverly Hills Hotel

Tuesday ,July 21 Day 13
We took the tour to Kwa Zulu Natal (Zululand). Cross-country we saw lots of sugar cane, fields, and fields of it swaying in the breeze. The geometry of the cane fields reminded me of the corn in Iowa.
Along the way…Long crested Eagle; African Flame tree(orange); Euphorbia trees; A Mandela Cross in the hills; groves of ruby red grapefruit hanging on the trees and piled near the highway; Australian pines used as a wind break.
We walked into the Disney like atmosphere of Zululand. It’s well done, but could have been in Florida for all we knew. It actually is a hotel with the grounds surrounding it made into a film background for the movie Shaka. We were given an overview of a living complex and then invited to visit various buildings. (Kind of like an African Old World Wisconsin!!) We were entertained by dancers (some of whom looked really bored) and tasted Zulu beer (don’t worry Milwaukee…your industry is safe!) It was interesting, and I’m glad we went, rather than spending the day in a beachfront hotel. Of course, the gift shop was interesting…not because I was buying, but because I am fascinated with what is being sold. Full size shields…4 feet tall! Put that one in your suitcase along with the ubiquitous 6 foot carved giraffes we see everywhere!!

We walked over a couple of blocks to the to King Prawn restaurant and had dinner. The ‘groupies’ were outside the hotel, waiting for team Manchester to board their buses for the game. They won! We came home and sat on our balcony and enjoyed champagne. Nice hotel, and in spite of all, a very nice day.
Beverly Hills Hotel

Wednesday, July 22 Day 14
Fly Joburg to Kruger Nat’l Park, Nelspruit airport
Mpumlanga, drive to Kruger
Through Joburg again! Jerry says we will have had 14 take off and landings! I believe it. I’m actually tired of this airport.
The lodge is just outside the Kruger Gate. Very rustic looking and quite luxurious. Dark and mysterious at night. We had a great buffet dinner by firelight. Our room is gorgeous. The decorating is just right for this atmosphere. I’d love to be able to buy the fabric of the drapes and the decorative runner on our bed. French doors look out into the bush. Monkeys and bushbucks outside our room, roaming the grounds. We went to the observation deck, sat in a ‘tree house’, and spied an elephant off in the distance! Pinch me! I’m back in Africa!
Protea Kruger Gate Hotel

Thursday, July 23 Day 15
Up early and the Thompson group jeeps are ready for us. I’m just going to list what we saw today. I discovered that (duh!) the batteries I bought had to be charged! That’s done and we are ready to go.
Full Day Game Drive
A fork tailed ground go??; lots of kudu, a tiny grey antelope; bushbuck; Marabou Stork, Red bill ox pickers; warthogs; monkeys; baboons on the side of the road, eating Elephant dung!; Burchell Zebras…a dazzle of about 50 of them raced across our path! Elephants in the bush, everywhere and in big herds; community spiders; white rhinos; beige, yellow, mostly black long tailed?; brown snake eagle, many glossy starlings as we eat lunch on a deck overlooking the Lower Sabe river.
Off again to see Burchell starling; lilac roller; swallows; grey loerie; water monitors , giraffes and elephants along the Sabe; white backed vultures; fish eagle; sand grouse; Nile crocodile; grey heron; Goliath heron; (Herons all flew away when the eagles came!) 22 hippos!; open bill stork; yellow bill heron; Buffalo; red billed aqua white black??; brown hooded kingfisher; natal spokebill (Franklin?) lead wood trees and waterbucks.
A kudu bull. LEOPARD on the Sabe riverbank. A journey of giraffes; 30-40 elephant mom and kids cross the road and we see the last two old females link trunks and then cross…as if to say” good, we got them across safely!” Banded mongoose; Nyala bull.
Protea Kruger Gate Hotel

Friday, July 24 Day 16
AM game drive and PM game drive
We’re off for a second day in Kruger. How it can beat yesterday, I don’t know. We caught a glimpse of a lion with vultures overhead. Apparently, the lion had taken a buffalo down and the whole pride was feasting. I just caught a glimpse of a mane moving. No pictures! We saw giraffes up close and personal, several strings of elephants, pods of hippos and those wonderful zebra. Today, we are better equipped with charged batteries, etc. Wood Hoopoes, a big wildebeest, Egyptian geese, more red-billed hornbills. We went up to Manzanilla, an overlook for the whole park. It is enormous. Saw the usual guinea fowl, ubiquitous impalas and kudus, a picture of a Nyala (apparently a rare sight) a masked weaver, and finally THREE lionesses. We saw a southern grand hornbill a Walberg egret and of all wonderful sightings…a leopard going down to the water for a drink. Gerald is our driver/guide and he is wonderful. We miss the first sighting of a leopard and (kidding him) we said…”Well, Gerald will just have to find us our OWN leopard!” and darned if he didn’t, within the hour. I think it’s the best picture of the whole trip. We followed the leopard thought he woods and finally down to the river. What a thrill!

At the end of the day, I walked out with Vicki, my new friend, to see what the ladies who had set up shop at the gate were selling. I finally settled on buying a beautifully carved wall hanging of the ‘big 5.’

It’s hard to explain how wondrous the two days of game drives were with Gerald. seeing a ‘dazzle’ of zebra and a ‘journey’ of giraffes was great, but when we spotted the leopard at the riverside – WOW! And the next day, darned if he didn’t find another one and three lionesses to boot! The list of the birds and mammals only begins to tell of the magic of this trip. I will never enter a zoo with the same feeling again.
The farewell dinner ended with a performance of a local high school choir and some fond farewells. What a jumble of experiences this has been…and (out of order)…
• holding on for dear life on the elephant ride, but experiencing the early am bush in the dark, shivering around a fire.
• Having a lion cross the road in front of us; seeing 30+ giraffes silhouetted against a twilight wetlands horizon.
• Those birds! Too many to count and so many new ones to add to my ‘life list’.
• The market in Zimbabwe with the soft-spoken men crowding around me showing me their carvings.
• The ladies in the market – I hope the picture turns out.
• The wonderful perfumed gift shop at Kirkenbosch Gardens. I could have bought the whole place. But then, I loved walking through little hole-in-the-wall shops too.
• The shacks! I haven’t gotten a good picture of them.
• sitting in the sun in Franckenbosch eating a chicken, chickpea, and pepper dew salad with sparkling cabernet for a chaser, and watching the world go by.
• The beautiful winery at Boschendal. White filigree tables topped with dozens of crystal glasses of wine, colors ranging from citrine to rosy peony red. We sat under a spreading elm tree as our darling guide led us through the tasting.
We’ve made some great acquaintances on this trip, seen wondrous sights, had great experiences…but you have to COME to Africa!
Protea Kruger Gate Hotel

Saturday, July 25 Day 17
Fly Nelspruit to Joburg
Joburg to Dakar(where they fumigated the plane while we were on it!)
Dakar to Dulles
Dulles to Chicago
Dan Schley picks us up, both pretty tired, coughing up a storm and very happy. This was indeed a trip of a lifetime!

Who ARE these people?

2008-06-25T07:19:00.000-07:00

Well, guess what? In my usual 'computer illiterate' way, I published a couple of pictures from Kelly's 15th birthday at The Rushes in Door County. That's Mark, my son-in-law, relaxing, Kelly herself, and of course the birthday cake that Kelly made, using Uncle Andy's Decadent Chocolate Cake recipe. It was decadent! We dearly love spending time in Door County, the little 'thumb' of Wisconsin. We're there 5 times a year, and have been for 25 years this year. I'll write more about those idyllic days sometime.

Drip, Drop, Pitter Patter, Gush, Rush, Roar!

2008-06-13T08:14:00.000-07:00

Drip,drop,pitter patter, gush, rush,roar!
We've heard it all this week. Wisconsin is water soaked! Who could imagine that an entire lake would suddenly sweep over and under a highway and rush out into the Wisconsin river, just as if the plug had been pulled in a big bathtub! Can you believe your eyes? The rush of water carries an entire three story house with it! People walk out into the lake and pick up floundering fish!
And the rain keeps coming.

The wind continues, trees bend and break, and we sit in our big cozy house, lucky not to have any of the trials and tribulations of the neighbors just one block north of Laurie's house. There so many trees were sheared off that the Middle School was closed due to trees blocking the entrance. We drove past, checking on the huge elm tree ithat looms in Mark and Laurie's back yard. Whew! It's still standing!
And the rain keeps coming.

The whole North Shore is pockmarked with piles of discards. Tweed rugs, TVs in wooden cases, enameled white water heaters, overstuffed chairs that once welcomed their owners into now flooded rec rooms. Where will they go with all this detritus? I wonder what archaeologists will think a thousand years from now when they find all this stuff in the land fill.
And the rain keeps coming.

The television set becomes a modern art gallery! Irregular spots of red, gold, yellow, purple and green move sporadically across the screen. If you turn the sound off, it looks like something you might post on U-tube as art in motion. Kind of a blotchy Jackson Pollack.
And the rain keeps coming.

The Milwaukee river strains at its banks. You can hardly see where the waterfall is, because of the height of the brown swirling water. People park and walk over to the green edge of the river, now cordoned off by the police for fear someone will slip and fall into the treacherous current that races by. No fishing today!
And the rain keeps coming.

The back porch sounds like a tin pan. The rain pelts down deafeningly...and then relents for a while, only to start again, slowly as a drip, drip and then suddenly a roar of water pounding down on the roof. Jagged flashes of lightning illuminate the family room window. Wait for it! Ah... there's the rumble and blast of thunder!
And the rain keeps coming.

The bearded purple iris are proudly trying to stand up, blooming in the face of pounding rain. The begonias that I planted in pots on the patio are holding up well. And the thirty little terra cotta pots that were planted and put carefully around the perimeter of the sun porch are thriving! The tiny green tree in Katrina circle dances and sways, but keeps her balance as the winds sweep down Fairfield Court. She bows encouragement to the flowers planted below.
And the rain keeps coming.

Wending our way to Ann Arbor

2008-06-02T12:33:00.000-07:00

It's our choice. We can either load up the car, borrow an I-Pass from Barb and Dan and try to time our departure around rush hour dealing with those 'Illinois Drivers'; or we can lovingly pack books and a fancy lunch,drive down to the Amtrak station,climb aboard the Hiawatha bound for Chicago and then the Wolverine, aimed for Ann Arbor. Even the train names sound adventurous to me.

We stand next to a 15 foot stainless steel engine straining to be gone along the smooth tracks it knows so well. And we're off!Train whistles moan and groan, telling every intersection of their precedence over mundane motor cars. Trains roar and hiss as if to dare anyone to even think about conquering them. Trains chatter companionably as they sway along...and trains sway back and forth, lulling you into a sweet state of meditation, clickey-clacking the seconds and minutes away.

We'll cross through the muddled backyard of downtown Milwaukee, looking at 200 year old cream city brick factory buildings,seeing the Milwaukee River join Lake Michigan, and passing the 'Polish Moon' as it shines over the south side, keeping time for the new and old immigrants who have settled there over the years. The names of the stations are familiar to us now. Racine and Kenosha...wonderful Indian names unique to Wisconsin. "Sturtevant!...Sturtevant in five minutes, folks."

The trip into Illinois always brings back memories for Jerry. His years at Fort Sheridan were a highlight of his childhood and he can always come up with a story to match a sign or a city. We marvel that Glenview has become so big and so yuppy-fied. Not that that's a bad thing. The red brick prevalent in Chicago has transplanted out here and the new condominiums and apartments are really attractive.

Chicago becomes a looming romantic skyscape rather than a dreaded drive through. We de-train at the Union station downtown, walking along next to behemoths of steel waiting patiently their turn to leave the dark car barn. Where are they going? Will their passengers sleep on the train? We've done that. All the way home from Portland Oregon. It was a wonderful experience, even though we arrived eight hours late! Trains are not the same as those in Europe. Ours are more laissez-faire.

A red cap loads our luggage onto a cart and we climb aboard. He weaves his way through the dark and noisy corridor that forms Track 17. On we go to the train named for the mascot of Michigan, the Wolverine. Of course we have to watch our way out of Chicago, exclaiming on the size of the city and the growth of industry here. Once past the central city, we unpack our lunch with great anticipation. Years ago we purchased a 'picnic' set and now can enjoy plates, napkins, silverware, a cheese board, tablecloth and wine glasses. Sandwiches, fruit, some chips,a little dessert and a glass of wine. What a feast! The conductor comes along looking as if he has stepped out of the pages of 'Polar Express' with his square cap and navy uniform. "What?" he asks. "You didn't invite me?" Jerry offers him a glass of wine and he regretfully declines! Off he goes, punching tickets and placing a colored slip above our heads to denote our destination.

Jerry can read through the whole trip. I am more easily distracted. I have my book out, but the temptation of the passing scenery becomes too much. We travel through the black and grey steel factory area of Indiana, with orange-yellow fire belching out of smokestacks, to the Indiana Dunes, with summer cottages and bait shops. Up the 'other' coast of Lake Michigan, we see blue and white yachts bobbing at their piers. And now the romance of old trains stations begins. Beautiful red rock buildings, some Richardsonian Romanesque, punctuate the journey. Kalamazoo - We break into song..."A,B,C, D, I've got a gal in Kalamazoo!"...and nobody even looks up at our off key rendering! Battle Creek greets us with Tony the Tiger at its enormous cereal factories and a wonderful waterpark right next to the train station. We remember that Tom always wanted to tour the cereal factories. Albion's stately college can be seen from our window;then on to Jackson, where we call ahead to say we are going to be a bit late. This train is NEVER on time. We finally draw into Ann Arbor after crossing and following a river that defines the edge of the city. A final bustle of luggage gathering and looking out the window for dear and familiar faces and we are at the termination of an always memorable trip. And just think! The return journey is always different!

Hang in there, old girl!

2008-05-23T07:13:00.000-07:00

The old girl has survived quite a few changes in the passing years. Beginning with brand spanking new cedar siding and cream city brick, she's been painted and scrubbed and roofed over time. She lived through the lean years when improvements were done piecemeal as the money became available. Slowly, and with much effort, her
accessories began to accumulate.

Grass supplanted clay, a patio overlaid stones, flowers and slender trees began to take root. Little ones played in the grassy backyard, their shouts and giggles welcomed by her. She opened her arms to lots of children, some who stayed and others who just spent some time and passed through. Young adults loved her yard, even more when a tree was felled and a meeting place evolved around a 'stumping'. Somehow, they found welcome standing around a fire in a suburban neighborhood at midnight.

Sometimes the improvements were done out of necessity...others times it was sheer vanity...(like the time that her makeup was retouched carefully because a wedding was about to happen in the family!) One year she even added a 'bustle' in back, hoping that the old gentleman who had newly joined the inhabitants would be able to get out into the sun and fresh air with little effort. She welcomed him and the improvements he brought. The years have been good to her, in the main. The trees have grown tall, shading the sunlit backyard. A circle of bright flowers. and a tree, bursting with blooms, grace the front entrance. The circle is called "Katrina", reminiscent of the time that the youngest son of the house arrived with his precious Sissy and their dog and little else as they fled the hurricane in New Orleans. The house welcomed them and they built the circle in thanksgiving.

But this winter. This cold, harsh, snow-laden winter has revealed deep wrinkles in the old gal. She obviously needs a little 'face lift'! So today, a metal scaffolding graces the front facade. Men in shorts and t-shirts and strong brown arms climb ladders, carrying new 'eyebrows'. The gutters that just couldn't survive the ice storms of the winter of '08 are coming down. They looked so sad, drooping across her weathered face. Hopefully the cosmetic makeover will only enhance her dear old face. Soon the men will take down the scaffolding, pack up their huge white truck and leave her, looking spiffy in her old age. And, as usual, she'll welcome the change.

One can only hope...

2008-05-21T09:41:00.000-07:00

Wellll....let's see if I have done this correctly. I set up the blog, and now I'm not so sure of how to add to it. I have this urge to write...and if this blog becomes active, I'll have fun with it. I'm off to my 'personal trainer'... a new thing for me. Nicole is very nice...in wonderful shape, and very patient with an old lady who is trying new tricks! She is from the Beloit/Janesville area and has a sister in Phoenix who will be married in the near future, so I am hearing all sorts of pre-wedding stories. She's always been the athletic one in her family...and I have never been! It shows! She's kind...but very firm. I work pretty hard for an hour twice a week, and it is helping me stay focused on getting a handle on my various medical problems. Whew! See...when you get old, you start talking about your health to the dismay of all those in hearing distance. I am an inverterate grumbler, and as my bumper sticker says "Inside every old person is a young one saying What Happened?" I'll leave you with that thought and go off to my torture chamber - the Fitness Together center1

Andy and Will visit 2008

2008-05-07T11:53:00.001-07:00

Sooo.. Andy and Will came to visit. Andy was busy with his 25th reunion from The Medical College,and Will got to watch baseball with Grampa. We went out to brunch with Andy and Will, and Laurie, Mark, Kelly and Meg. Fun quick weekend visit.

An explanation

2008-04-14T12:59:00.000-07:00

I suppose I should tell you that I created a book about Weather Bugs years ago. That's where the blog name comes from. I now have note cards with the Bugs on them. The book was fun to do, watercoloring on the kitchen table with 7 little faces craning to see what the Bugs would do next. I named them...Abigail, Clyde, Jane and Lyle. They wander through life,dealing with the weather...jogging in the fog, running in the sun.

Then...years later, my children asked where the book was. I had lost it! (Shows you what my housekeeping abilities are, eh?) Anyway, via the internet the seven kids helped me remember the adventures of the Bugs...and the book was reborn.

This is a sample page from the book, "In Spring you'll often find us on the wing."

Sooo... I took the book over to a local printer and had copies made for each of my children and their children. That led me into watercolors ...and oh, boy! There's a lot to learn.