Tuesday, March 30, 2010
When I was a young child, my parents took in a teenage boy who was having trouble at home. He lived with us for several years and was like a big brother to me. Time passed, Kenny went on to join the Merchant Marines, then had a family of his own. Over the years, he stayed very close with my parents, who were more parents to him than his own every were, and my parents were like grandparents to his children.
I hadn't seen Kenny for many years, until my father was dying. At that point, Kenny made a point of coming over while I was visiting so we could have time together. He was big and strong, like I remembered him, covered with tattoos, a gruff but gentle giant. He brought over a favorite photo he had of us together when I was little and he was a teenager. We were huddled together, head to head, looking at a baby bird that I had found somewhere. The photo, black and white, was tattered and well loved, and he wanted me to have it.
When we had the memorial service for my parents, who died just weeks apart, Kenny was just out of the hospital for heart problems, and couldn't make it. He felt terrible about that... he had really wanted to be there.
Today I received a call from someone I didn't know, a man's voice saying, "Chris, is this Chris?" then hanging up. I hit redial to find out what the call was about. It was Kenny's son, who was calling to let me know that Kenny had just died. He had gone in for knee surgery, was released from the hospital, then had a fatal heart attack at home.
I called my brother to let him know. That was hard because my brother and Kenny were closer in age and, both still living in the same state, spent more time together as adults. We both feel like we have lost a brother.
I have been sad all day, and being glad that my parents didn't have to know about this, then missing my parents terribly as well. A walk helped a little bit, but mostly I've felt pretty lethargic and down. The memorial service is today, but it is 700 miles away, so I won't be going. My brother will be there, though.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Day 1 -
Day 2 -
Organize music room
Okay, I promise not to post each little organizational accomplishment, but since what I did today was to organize and then reward myself with a shopping trip and lunch out with a friend, I don't have much to blog about. Actually, I have a blog cooking about ADD. When I posted my last blog about my nemesis, The Clutter Monster, it seemed like there are more of us than just me who live with the effects of ADD. I do want to post about that, but I want to spend a little time gathering my thoughts. Hopefully, I'll have that blog ready tomorrow.
This is one of my favorite places in the house. Aside from my instruments, my favorite thing is the bird bath my 83 year old aunt made for me. It is centered between the mandolin and guitar - the photo resize made it a little hard to see. It is far too special to put outside, so it is where I can enjoy it while absorbed in my music meditations.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
One of my April goals is to get organized. One of my strengths is being active and busy. I am never bored, and I always have something interesting to do. The flip side of that is that I have so many things going on that I leave a trail of clutter everywhere I go. Add to that that I am very ADD, it has been a consistent problem for me.
So April is a month that I have promised myself to work on my organizational skills. I know it isn't April yet, but I am giving it a jump start. My short terms goals are to keep an organization journal, set small, obtainable goals, and stick to a (short) organization project until it is complete instead of flitting from one project to the next so nothing ever looks complete.
This morning's project was clean my bathroom. Like everything else in my house, it wasn't actually dirty, just cluttered. This morning I polished mirrors, dusted the wood until it glowed, and organized my sink counter.
This morning, while out on my early Stella walk, I collected the daffodils from the woods that had been beaten down by the rain and brought them in to enjoy in the house. I selected a bouquet of the smaller ones for my bathroom. I always like to have a special serenity corner in each of my rooms.
My reward to myself for staying on task this morning is is being able to actually see my serenity corner.
Off to a nice start this morning!
Saturday, March 27, 2010
My sister is an ornithologist with the DNR. She studies endangered shorebirds, and for many years worked with researching the dwindling piping plover population.
Recently, she was asked to contribute a cake with a bird theme for a benefit. She made this one depicting a piping plover nest. She made the sand out of vanilla wafer crumbs, the nest, eggs, and shells out of marzipan, and the foot prints with a paper clip.
Absolutely nothing to do with fitness or weight loss, but I thought it was really cool.
So, as I posted on my feed earlier today, Abby's cake won 2nd prize, and was sold for $60 at the fund raiser for the Alaska Bird Observatory.
Abby just sent me the photo of the cake that one 1st prize. It was made by Trish, a friend of Abby's and mine. It is called Chickadees. I found it a bit confusing because it looked like the chickadees heads are buried in the sand, and there is what looks like a photo of chickadees withe their heads buried in the sand next to the cake.
However, I was wrong about the chickadees. I asked my sister about why they had their heads in the sand, and she told me I was seeing it wrong. That is a view looking down into the nesting box and their little heads peeking out. It's much cuter now that I see it that way.
Trish's cake is fun, but I would have voted my sister's first place, and not out of nepotism. I liked the composition better.
At any rate, the fundraiser brought over $600 in for the Alaska Bird Observatory, everyone had fun, and that was what it was all about.
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