Happy Birthday Son

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Today is my son’s birthday.

I could tell many stories about him but this is a favorite.

He joined a year-round swim team the summer he was 12. He suffered from asthma and was a wheezy, underweight kid. We thought it would be good for him. It turns out we were right. (Score one for the parents!) By the end of the summer his breathing was so much better and he was less dependent on his inhaler.

Also at the end of summer was his first meet and he was swimming a 500 for his team. This means swimming the length of the 25 yard pool 20 times. It is a marathon especially for a beginner.

His swimming was much better after taking lessons and practicing all summer. Even so, he was no match for kids who  had been in the program since kindergarten.

The 500 started and the other kids literally swam laps around him and the event was over. The official told him he did not have to finish if he didn’t want to.

The other kids were finished but he decided to stay in the pool and finish the job.

The other kids and the parents all waited while this lone swimmer, this little skinny kid, swam back and forth to complete 20 laps. He finished.

He exited the pool to applause and cheers.

He didn’t win any medals that day. but he was a champion.

Georgia on my mind

I am on hold right now to order missing parts for a new bookcase that I ordered online. 

Every few minutes a recording updates me on my place in line, reminds me how much my patience is appreciated, and exhorts me to “remain on the line”. 

What choice do I have?  It’s this or no parts.  

That’s how I feel about the elections today. 

I am on hold waiting for the results.  

 

Christmas Day 2020

 

It is cold and raining in Portland tonight.

The end of a long and sweet day.

I was not sure how the day would be.  I just wanted to get through it.  Continue reading “Christmas Day 2020”

The Long Game

~Photo by Josh Soreson (joshsorenson.com)

When I was a teenager I thought my parents did not know anything of consequence. 

In contrast, I knew everything.  

Ah, what a rude awakening life can be.  Continue reading “The Long Game”

To be at home…

To be at home is to be known.

It is to be loved for who you are.

It is to share a sense of common ground, common interest, pursuits, and values with others who truly care about you.

In community after community I’ve met lonely people who felt homeless even though they had a roof over their heads Continue reading “To be at home…”

Sleeping puppy

I’m going to dictate this post very quietly into my phone.

My sweet 3-month-old puppy, Riley, is asleep on my lap.

It is a wonderful.

Outside the weather is cold and overcast.

Earlier we went for a long walk where she interacted with other dogs and friendly people. I find most people can’t resist a baby or a puppy.

After our walk, I sat down for a minute to relax and catch my breath. She drank some water and came immediately asking to come up in my lap.

I could not resist her sweet little face. So here we sit.

There’s no place I would rather be. Stroking her as she sleeps fills me with peace and love.

Through my window I enjoy seeing the trees with their changing yellow and orange leaves.

A large bluebird lands on the fence with what looks like a nut in his beak. Earlier, squirrels had scampered along that same fence.

I have things to do. People to call and email.

But here I sit at peace with the world.

Perfect but too late

I wish I had seen this sign in my neighbor’s yard before the election.

Only one choice

On the eve of our election

 

I should be sleeping. 

That thought kept running through my head in the early morning hours.  

I listened to several meditation podcasts before I finally dropped off. 

This morning, I don’t feel rested.  I feel anxious and on edge.  

Tomorrow is Election Day in the USA.  

Yet, I know it will not be over regardless of who is elected president. 

I hope my fellow Americans, regardless of political persuasion, will do the right thing.  

We have so much work to do together.  

Little stones

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Smooth to the touch.

Soothing and pleasing to the eye.

Little stones