Letter To Blog

Dear Blog, you are falling down on the job.  Blogs are supposed to have words and photos posted to them on a semi-regular basis.  You have been slacking lately.

I would help out, but I am too busy and wordless.  You are on your own.  

Right now, my darling daughter is in town.  This is a busy week with time spent with her, time spent celebrating my mom's 81st birthday, and hours needed in preparing the Thanksgiving dinner for my phambly.  


Other reasons that I can't help you do your job:  

I really don't have a lot to say even though I'm having a great time.

I've started knitting another preemie baby cap - it should be done by the time it's too hot for hats, if I keep going at this snail's pace.

I'm reading Ram Dass' newest book, Be Love Now.  It's nice spending time with Ram Dass - such a sweet man.

I think that I'm needing a good warm beach experience... 

...because I'm here in cold Colorado bundled up and trying to stay warm with a thermostat turned low as we aspire to be good stewards of this earth.

If I don't find a warm spot, I will have to stay snuggled in my travel bag until the spring thaw.



So be a good Blog and take care of things until I can get my mojo back.  'K?

How the Grinch Stole My Family

My daughter was in town. My parents, my son, my daughter, Mr. CFP and I would have Thanksgiving dinner together. Beforehand, I wanted to find something fun to share. But what??? My dad will turn 90 in May. His mind and body have changed so much... he would not be able to participate in any games or activities. What to do???

I remembered a video that a family friend made of me, my son and my daughter when I was a single parent - when Mr. CFP was merely a dream in my mind, a glimmer of hope in my heart... (wait until he reads THAT!) I looked and looked for that video of my kids singing Silver Bells with accompanying gurgling. One young'un would sing while the other gurgled water -

Silver bells glug glug glug.
Silver bells glug glug glug.
It's Christmas time in the city. glug glug glug glug.


Can't you just hear it?

Great stuff, huh?



I couldn't find that video.

But I did find the video of Christmas 1991 - it was great entertainment!

We were all so young back then! Young Man Peace did some good boogeying (Michael Jackson must have been learned from him) and Young Lady Peace was her usual cute self.

My dad was... how do I say it? My dad was a different person from what he is now. He was my dad. I mean, he is still my dad, but there is somewhat of a role reversal now. I am now the one who knows how to find my way in the world and who can help him.

I had FORGOTTEN what my dad used to be like. I've been so much in the present, accepting who is here right now, that I had forgotten how things used to be. He used to be the person I called for advice when things broke. He was the man who could fix anything. In a sense, that man in the video is gone.

But the Young Peace-ettes are gone, too. They are both adults now, living on their own. Sometimes I even forget what they used to be like. (Hell, I always forget what I used to be like!)

When I think about it, it's actually humorous that we ever think we can define anyone. We're all, it's all, always changing.

Who are you again???

Thanksgiving

A tree popping up through a big crack in the boulder that rests on the side of a mountain.

A dandelion sitting smugly in the crack of a sidewalk.

Blue flowers dancing in the crevices of rock shattered with age.

A big, orange carrot grown from a speck of a seed.

You

Me

Life

So amazing.

So much to be grateful for today and always.

Much peace to you and your family.