I’ve decided to tell the story of the reunion mostly in pictures. You can see/read it here. As you’ll discover, a lot of attention was directed toward a big birthday bash for George’s dad (also named George) who turned 75 on July 13, and for Uncle John who turned 80 earlier this year. Unfortunately I […]
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(edit: I added links to the videos. Just click the song title. Be sure to warm up your smile first.) Here she is, the adorable Feist: 1. 1-2-3-4 from her new album. The choreography is perfect in its delightful cheesiness. I love her for not taking herself too seriously and doing it with so much
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First, the serious tale. O Eli, there’s a sanctity in your innocence A certain beauty and no uncertain strength That brings me to the faith, I don’t know if I, If I am climbing to or falling in, But it comes like grace from your tiny hands When I hold you in mine . .
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While working out this afternoon I heard a cell phone ring in my back yard. Yep. Right outside the window. Four quick rings. Pause. Four quick rings. Pause. Etc. If I hadn’t been sprawled on the floor, I would have peeked between the blinds to see what sort of fool stands in bone-chilling rain on
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Wow! Where do I begin? As Inigo Montoya so eloquently put it, “Let me ‘splain. No. Is too much. Let me sum up.” Highlights of our trip: We arrived in Seattle Monday the 20th and that evening took Grace and Curtis to dinner at Agua Verde, a cool Mexican restaurant where we joined Daniel and
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Saturday morning George said he and Jacob were going to Longview to do some shopping. When I heard the back door close, I slipped onto the piano bench, ready to play and sing my heart out. I don’t mind playing and singing when people are around, but I love the freedom I feel when it’s
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I’ve pretty much been absent from cyberspace for the past week. I’ve also been absent from most of my normal routine activities. And for good reason. Grace and her way-too-adorable boyfriend, Curtis, left paradise (i.e., summer in Seattle) and spent the first week of August with us here in boiling East Texas (motto: “Let’s sweat
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I was sorting some papers and found a few notes I’d jotted when I attended the Friends of Hope camp for brain injury survivors with Jacob last fall. I’m writing this here so I won’t forget it. It’s a spark of joy. A tiny firefly in my memory jar. Toward the end of the day
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Go ahead and swim against the current. It’s hard at first, but one day you look around and realize you’re dancing on the tops of the waves. Here are some highlights of our Northwesterly Expotition: -> A leisurely Victorian tea at the Queen Mary Tea Room with Grace and Luke, served by Grace’s lovely roommate,
Today George and Jacob are in Dallas attending a Friends of Hope Day Camp for brain injury survivors. They’ll be home this evening, and I’m excited to hear a full report. I accompanied Jacob to the last camp and wrote about the experience. If you missed that post, here’s a link. I pity you if
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