My Dad passed away 25 years ago…and I’m still kinda mad about it…but that’s another story. Today I just miss him and his wit and wish he were here to make me laugh. He would say, “Right, Bug?” and to that I say, “Right, Dad!”
It’s a beautiful day to celebrate Fathers, both quick and dead, and I hope you enjoy it!
Peace
How bittersweet it is to watch your grandchildren grow up! As I watched the graduation ceremony, a montage of images slid through my mind, beginning with the first time I ever held her, hopping through 14 years of smiles…and some tears…and plenty of growing pains…and achievements beyond her own expectations.
Covid wiped out Olivia’s 6th grade year and she was home-schooled for 7th, so her experience of middle school has been brief, but full, as she was active in choir and on the Math Academic team. She received the Presidential Scholar Award and some other Civic Award. She was chosen to speak on “Looking Ahead” at the graduation ceremony; she seemed so grown-up as she delivered her remarks. She had also spoken at her 5th grade graduation, so I couldn’t help but compare and contrast. She is Remarkable, Super, and My Grand-daughter, so I’ve been tearful for the last 24!!
Olivia Mayne Casey, my sweet little buddy and occasional sparring partner, has been known to read this blog, so here’s to you, Nova!! I know you know, but I’ll say it anyway…
Peace
He’s still younger than me, so we don’t dwell on how Old he is, but this is the 67th Anniversary of his Birth. We’re not doing much to celebrate this year, just hanging out here at the Acres, putting up Christmas decorations.
Advent is upon us, the season of getting ready. Last year we weren’t able to be with our New Yorkers, so we’re Super Excited to return to our custom of watching the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall with the Jose’ girls. We’re planning to watch a few Christmas Parades in the Eville area with the Jr. girls, too. My children and grandchildren all still Believe in Santa Claus, so the Wonder never ends…
Here’s to my husband, my companion, my partner-in-crime; Be Happy! Be Healthy! Long Life!
Peace
It was actually my birthday-eve, 4 years ago today, that my fourth grand-daughter was born. You know Samantha, she’s the little red-haired girl who hangs out with me a lot. You’ve probably seen her flying by on her Magic Carpet…with JoJo right behind her…
I have always thought that the -9’s are the toughest: 39, facing 40; 49, facing 50…etc. This blog, from my 59th birthday, when I should have been singing the bridge song, I was bummed to the core. I had just noticed that decades were only lasting about, oh a year, maybe two…
First posted February 23, 2012
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nothin’ to it, ya know? add just one (1) and what’s the difference…really? i’ve been doin’ it for years now…one more and grateful for it…glad to have my health…there’s a little bitta sag goin’ on, but i look goood for my age…lotsa people would want to be in my shape (so they tell me at walmart, driving the little scooters)…wouldn’t change a thing…glad to be so Wise…doesn’t Bother me AT ALL…
>sob<
This has been about the least sparkly birthday I’ve had in recent memory. I blame the poison rum (we didn’t even drink that much), but we have been draggy all week-end. Could be the fact that there has been No Sunshine Just Rain and the associated gloom that goes with gray clouds and a pelting, pouring rain that started the opening lines of The Cat in the Hat looping through my brain…
the sun did not shine. it was too wet to play. so we sat in the house all that cold, cold, wet day. i sat there with casey. we sat there, we two and I said, "how i wish we had something to do" too wet to go out and too cold to play ball. so we sat in the house. we did nothing at all. so all we could do was to sit! sit! sit! sit! and we did not like it. not one little bit. (But there was no bump, that made us jump...)
All of this slo-o-o-w nothing has moved us to get moving. We’ve changed up our travel plans and will be leaving next Sunday for various and sundry places in Florida. We had planned on leaving by the 8th anyway, but why wait? Did I mention it’s Dullsville around here? I’m neck-deep in planning and we’ve been doing some re-arranging of the trailer, upgrading our shower, organizing the bathroom, preparing for a longer trip. I’m so excited to get gone.
Yesterday we met up with the Jrs. at Gattitown to celebrate Samantha’s birthday with them and some of my daughter-in-law’s family! Rain does not stop the fun there and we had a great time…
Today the sun is out! We’re outside and loading up the camper..!
Instead of switching over to my travelblog, I’m going to make Sonnystone the Trailer Trippers, so All of my regular readers can share our trip with us. Stay tuned!
Peace
It’s my birthday, too! We’re gonna have a good time…well, at my advanced age I should have been more suspicious of the spiced rum that was marked down to $6.89…should have kept to the original purpose of buying some bacardi because it rhymes with party and not decided to knock back Monkey brand. But I am cheap and adventurous, so I had to sleep it off until 10:30 this morning. So begins Birthday Week!
This year’s top present — ta-da !!
Yes, folks, it’s a Coleman Roadtrip XLE portable grill! And it’s red !! Just what I wanted.
For this most auspicious occasion, I will share with you a poem, as I am wont to do on this annual celebration. After an evening spent reading through my poetry collection (Dewey Decimal category 821), I selected this from “The Shadow of Sirius”.
Still Morning
by W.S. Merwin
It appears now that there is only one
age and it knows
nothing of age as the flying birds know
nothing of the air they are flying through
or of the day that bears them up
through themselves
and I am a child before there are words
arms are holding me up in a shadow
voices murmur in a shadow
as I watch one patch of sunlight moving
across the green carpet
in a building
gone long ago and all the voices
silent and each word they said in that time
silent now
while I go on seeing that patch of sunlight
Secondary to the above-mentioned hangover, I will save my philosophizing for another day, when I have time to share all my wisdom and wit. I’ve got to pick up Samantha and get my playing started. Thanks for your well-wishes!
Peace
Today is the #3 birthday of my #4 grandie…
Fridays at noon, I pick up Samantha for a play-date. We have a Happy Meal and play until it’s time to pick up Sissy (#2 grandie) from school. We play Paw Patrol, sing Mickey Mouse, and make a tent over the piano for our dollies. (I’m so grateful I can get up and down from the floor again!)…3-year-olds are the Best at playing!
After we pick up Sissy tomorrow, we’re going to B&N to cash in our Birthday Coupons! Saturday we’ll have a Big Party at Gattitown! I will take pictures, you can bet.
Happiness radiates through this little one’s eyes and straight to my heart. I love you, Samantha! Happy Birthday!
Peace
Yesterday morning we had Breakfast with Santa at Gattitown with The Jrs. Samantha, or as she calls herself, “Amanty”, was much friendlier to Santa this year. We ate some decent food, played unlimited games, gave our lists to Santa and listened to him read a story.
Later that afternoon, Olivia and her little sister came over and decorated the tree…
Let the festivities begin!!
We’re outside today with no jacket, pretending like this is going to last… One more day, anyway… Snow predicted for the end of the week! That will match our Christmas mood better, though..!
Peace
It’s Husband’s birthday today–63 years old. I have done so much gushing about him on this blog that you already know that I am rather fond of him.
Happy Birthday, Michael Ray Casey! And Many More!
To my Dear and Loving Husband
A Poem by Anne Bradstreet
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
Peace
(I am on my way to the chiropractor…is it my back or my hip? We will soon know. Way to celebrate, huh?)
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