Travel

For those of you interested Only in TRAVEL, I (Jack) wrote the blog between March 2010 and October 2010 during our travels west. We saw the most beautiful places and had the best time in our big truck and little trailer. See Blog Archive below.

Apr 29, 2012

Rainbows





Time does not bring relief


Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.


Edna St Vincent Millay

Rainbows





Time does not bring relief


Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.


Edna St Vincent Millay

Apr 26, 2012

A Song is a Dream to Us



I'm sitting here blubbering all over myself. I just watched my little grand niece in a production put on by the children with cancer who are treated at Winthrop Hospital in New York. I can see it on Facebook, but I can't find it on the web. I'm sure that before long, it will be posted, here. In the meantime, I'm going to see if I can make a Facebook page with just this video on it. All the children are so wonderful. When I can post the video, my beautiful little grand niece, Mary, is the second child to sing. She's wearing a purple bandana during part of the video and a grey t-shirt in another. The song is "A Song is a Dream to Us". Incredible how brave and resilient these children are. Mary has another 1-1/2 to 2 years of maintenance which is no picnic, but thanks to her parents who adore her and stop at nothing for her treatment, she's a little trooper. I'm going to see if there's a link other than on Facebook so everyone can watch--so touching. As I've heard from my blogger friends, these centers are incredible. You can take a look here for last year's production, but I really want everyone to see little Mary.
Children with Cancer-Brave, Mighty, and Beautiful Souls

Apr 22, 2012

Incredible Osprey Video

I was amazed by this piece of video, and I think you will be, too.

Incredible Osprey Video

I was amazed by this piece of video, and I think you will be, too.

Apr 16, 2012

To Karen



Karen, what a sweet comment. I saved my blog after our trip out west, but I can't figure out how to save it, again. Once I do that I'm going to research an alternative to Blogger. I chose what I thought would be the easiest and I'm a little leery of trying to switch over without a back up. I've never heard of The Travel Journal before so I'll do some research.


Yes, Jack is a much better writer than I am. Unfortunately, since my back is bad and we don't go very many places, he says he doesn't have much to write about. We are going to take a trip to SC in May and then come home to pick up his sister, Susan, to go over to the coast for two weeks. I can sit down in between doing things to hitch up the trailer. It doesn't bother me to drive the car so we can enjoy the scenery on our ride. He will write about that adventure in the blog, but he said he doesn't want to bore everyone just for the sake of writing, but he'll try to come up with something.


I love Mr. Nimble, too. He's the best companion and friend that anyone could ask for. We have been through a lot, together, as you might know if you read back through our trip west, and then his illness when we returned home. Jack IS cute, isn't he. I just told him what you said, and he said, "Pssshhhawww" and blushed because he's embarrassed. He wants to know if he's ever met you, Karen. If not he'd like to. He's such a flirt. Thank you, again, for stopping by to write such a nice comment. I think I'll make this a post to make sure you see it! So many people don't go back to follow up on comments.


This is where I usually sit-on the couch with Nancy. I have four beds that I can go to because Nancy thinks I like a change of scenery. (rolling eyes) I do, sometimes. I like to get away from the TV. See that window? I wait there while my sister, Susie, is running because I know I usually get to go to the nature center when she gets back. Nancy used to take me every day, but she can't walk very far, any more. The doctor is going to fix her in June, maybe. She does take me on a shorter walk several times a day, and I get to see my best friend (besides Nancy and Susie) when I pass his house. I wait in front of his house to see if he is home--sometimes I get lucky and he's mowing the lawn or in his garage. He always stops what he's doing to talk to me and pet me, and he calls me "the best dog that ever lived". Imagine that! Once, I told Nancy I was going to wait on his stoop for him to come home, and I went and sat down. Nancy said we had to go, though, and that we would see my friend another day.


This pretty much describes our life these days...booorrrriiinnngggg!


I try to cheer Nancy up by being silly. I lay upside down and look like a wild dog! It always makes her laugh. Especially when I make funny noises. She's easy to amuse.
Thank you, again, Karen. I'll try to think of some things to write about just for you. :)

To Karen



Karen, what a sweet comment. I saved my blog after our trip out west, but I can't figure out how to save it, again. Once I do that I'm going to research an alternative to Blogger. I chose what I thought would be the easiest and I'm a little leery of trying to switch over without a back up. I've never heard of The Travel Journal before so I'll do some research.


Yes, Jack is a much better writer than I am. Unfortunately, since my back is bad and we don't go very many places, he says he doesn't have much to write about. We are going to take a trip to SC in May and then come home to pick up his sister, Susan, to go over to the coast for two weeks. I can sit down in between doing things to hitch up the trailer. It doesn't bother me to drive the car so we can enjoy the scenery on our ride. He will write about that adventure in the blog, but he said he doesn't want to bore everyone just for the sake of writing, but he'll try to come up with something.


I love Mr. Nimble, too. He's the best companion and friend that anyone could ask for. We have been through a lot, together, as you might know if you read back through our trip west, and then his illness when we returned home. Jack IS cute, isn't he. I just told him what you said, and he said, "Pssshhhawww" and blushed because he's embarrassed. He wants to know if he's ever met you, Karen. If not he'd like to. He's such a flirt. Thank you, again, for stopping by to write such a nice comment. I think I'll make this a post to make sure you see it! So many people don't go back to follow up on comments.


This is where I usually sit-on the couch with Nancy. I have four beds that I can go to because Nancy thinks I like a change of scenery. (rolling eyes) I do, sometimes. I like to get away from the TV. See that window? I wait there while my sister, Susie, is running because I know I usually get to go to the nature center when she gets back. Nancy used to take me every day, but she can't walk very far, any more. The doctor is going to fix her in June, maybe. She does take me on a shorter walk several times a day, and I get to see my best friend (besides Nancy and Susie) when I pass his house. I wait in front of his house to see if he is home--sometimes I get lucky and he's mowing the lawn or in his garage. He always stops what he's doing to talk to me and pet me, and he calls me "the best dog that ever lived". Imagine that! Once, I told Nancy I was going to wait on his stoop for him to come home, and I went and sat down. Nancy said we had to go, though, and that we would see my friend another day.


This pretty much describes our life these days...booorrrriiinnngggg!


I try to cheer Nancy up by being silly. I lay upside down and look like a wild dog! It always makes her laugh. Especially when I make funny noises. She's easy to amuse.
Thank you, again, Karen. I'll try to think of some things to write about just for you. :)