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The Sun DOES Also Rise…

The Sun DOES Also Rise…
Monday, February 13, 2012

Travel Log:

Just finished spending some great days fishing with Jake and Bill on the Irati River. Great times, wonderful trout, hot weather and cool water. Met a swell fella named Harris who utilized his fair share of wine and made a gift of hand-tied flies just before we left. What great guys! Glad to know ‘em.

Traveled by late bus over to Pamplona where we joined up with Robert, Michael and the Lady Brett Ashley. All those wonderful men and all crazy in love with that lady. Poor saps, nothing to do but enjoy the running of the bulls, a week of dancing and singing at the fiesta and the grand show of it all. My money was on Jake to have the best time, brood just a little and eventually find some peace with being the Lady’s rock no matter what happened. Perhaps, I too fell a little in love with Jake. He is, after all, more than he ever says. It is what he reads, writes and observes that matters most. The hotel owner, Montoya says that Jake has aficion regardless of the transgression of being an American.

It seems that Americans are not known for the type of passion referred to as aficion. That must be what Jake has that makes him so different. You would know it the minute you met him. He made the bull-fights come alive as he watched the body language and minutia of detail. Watching each of the toreadors finesse the giant beasts into submission was like watching living art. Watching it through Jake’s eyes gave it that life.

In the end, after the wine was drunk, the food was enjoyed and the passions overflowed into the streets; it was just Jake who would do. The lady forever shaking just a bit until he came to calm her. Nothing but his presence was needed, because he had nothing more to offer. But, perhaps that was it. He purely didn’t have anything more than just his heart to give. At least it is pretty to think so.  

STOP!

 

 

STOP!

Several things come to mind when I think of this word…

My very young, eldest son chanting, “S-T-O-P spells Stop!” at every red, octagonal sign on the road when he was about 18 months old is forever a part of our memories.

The Bob Newhart shtick Stop It! Where Dr. Newhart applies a single intervention to each psychological ailment presented by simply yelling, “STOP IT!” at the bewildered “patient” is hysterical and worth the YouTube view. Makes perfect sense to me as I occasionally feel compelled to employ the same strategy…

But today, as I was attempting to wade my way through a day of constantly interrupted directives, I found that it really must have been a mommy who invented the “telegraph format” used for messages and directives sent via wire…had to be…every time I tried to start a directive, someone did something that required my personally seeing to it that the activity ceased immediately…take for instance…

“Please close the –STOP!

door.”

“Finish cleaning the – STOP!

toilet.”

“Don’t forget to take – STOP!

 your jacket.”

“Have you emptied the – STOP!

Trash?”

Perhaps it is just overzealous multitasking on my part, but this mommy thinks that getting things done WHILE simultaneously administering psychotherapy is just darned efficient-STOP! Or maybe, I should STOP IT and wait to see what message ultimately gets delivered.

Veteran’s Day 2011 City of Grayson, GA

Grayson, GA- Young women in uniform have long provided social events for handsome men in uniform. On Friday night, 11-11-11, the young women of the Girl Scout Troops from Grayson created, along with some help from the City of Grayson and other volunteers, a canteen reminiscent of a USO Dance.

It was a social event that could have made the soldiers feel at home in any era. A live band played upbeat period tunes that had toes tapping and brought on the first topic of conversation for the night…memories. Those memories were punctuated by many testimonies following the Presentation of Colors by the US Naval Sea Cadets 233rd Naval SEABEE Battalion. There were touching tributes by Joseph Paul, (UGA Redcoat Marching Band) who played Taps, Rev. Joe Paul who prayed a Blessing of the Veterans, the Grayson UMC choir’s Tribute to Veterans and Mr. Jack Britt who lead the Pledge of Allegiance.

Mayor Jim Hinkle, dressed in his desert fatigues, took the stage as Master of Ceremonies among the giant paper poppies in Flanders’ Field. The children of Grayson Elementary School provided the paper poppies that they made in Art Class under the direction of Mrs. Umans and Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Helen Adams of the American Legion Auxiliary Unit 232 read the poem “In Flanders’ Field.”

The reading was followed by an incredible solo by Steve Sheppard, Minister of Music at GUMC. Steve sang “You Raise Me Up,” to an attentive crowd, many of whom continued to wipe tears that had started with the poetry reading. Following these incredible performances, Mrs. Janet Perry of The Daughters Of The American Revolution (Philadelphia Winn Chapter) gave her thoughts on “Those Who Wait, Also Serve.” She was given supportive statements by veterans: Travis Towler, Jim Argo, Jack Britt, Jim Hinkle, Tracy Gerrard, Eddie Rollins, Doug Delvato and Dick Shannon, just to name a few who wanted those in attendance to understand that for a soldier’s family, daily life IS service.

The special guests included S Sgt. Travis Towler and Col. USMCR (Ret.) Jim Argo. S. Sgt. Towler presented Mayor and Mrs. Hinkle with an American flag flown in combat. Col. Argo followed the presentation with an amazing story of the Fall of Saigon and just what it took to see that many made it to safety. Col. Argo told of boats, planes, trains, buses and cars moving thousands more people than they were originally prepared for. Despite the challenge, Argo’s men made sure that no Marine was left behind in the effort. He smiled and recalled that it was a close call when he was doing a “head count” and realized that there were indeed Marines missing. He and some of his men jumped into helicopters and returned to the Embassy where they found their missing Marines-the Embassy Bodyguards had not left their posts even amidst the fall. Argo finished his speech among the paper poppies with a rousing “God Bless America…Hurrah!” which was heartily resounded by the guests sitting in the canteen.

The young women in the Troop 1451 Cadette uniforms sat quietly listening to the speakers. They didn’t text or talk, they showed respect for those veterans. They did, however, offer these words written all around the edges of the Veteran’s Day Program:
“Our soldiers are lots of things, but I think they are courageous and brave. I am glad we have people as brave as they are in this country for the army. I am proud of them.” –Sophie P.
“I think that these soldiers have truly served their purpose in protecting this country. These are our heroes.” – Natasha S.
“I think that they are the true heroes and that they should know it. I want to thank them so much for all that they have done. – Samantha V.
“I think it’s awesome that these soldiers had the guts to go and fight in all of these battles and wars.” Taylor K.
“I think these and other soldiers are very brave. Their stories amaze me. I hope they pass their bravery on to the next generation.” – Joselyn W.

Mayor Hinkle and those volunteers who worked so hard to make this tribute a success can take the words of these young women as evidence of Mission Accomplished-Hurrah!

Who am I?

 Without my family, I am nothing. Writing and inspiration come from their everyday conversation. Missing the voices each day until the phone rings or the IM pings or the bus screeches to a halt after school is just a part of what inspires each written word. The women and men I have met have inspired the words that flow from my fingers through the keyboard and sometimes into print. Sometimes they are scrawled in the dark on a pad next to the bed. A notepad is as much a part of my wardrobe as shoes.

To disappear every once in a while is a treat. My favorites include the beach with just about anyone or no one at all. We camp, we hike, we try to bike without laughing at mommy. We celebrate anything. Report cards, behavior, an almost win, rain after the drought, a sale, a solstice, even death. Without celebration of life’s little moments, we will wait our whole lives away for something big. It isn’t allowed to say, “I wish I was older.” or ” I wish it was Christmas.” “We mustn’t wish our lives away” (thanks Grandmoro).

The love of the game, just about any game, is well worth the effort. The goal, the hit, the basket, the check, the foul, the coaches, the fans, the friends, the french fries are all worth more than money. We play and we learn. Life is for living.

We study. There are lessons everywhere, in all of us. Why does the old woman hang on to life? To offer lessons. We find that being proud doesn’t mean we are prideful. What is to live for? Lots of life.

If you have ever happened upon a  Social Media Page page, you might read the question: who would you like to know? So many folks came to my mind. Most certainly Katharine Hepburn for more than a million reasons darling. Condoleezaa Rice would just be fascinating to watch in action. I would have loved to share an after dinner scotch with Winston Churchill during “the day”. The Duke, John Wayne.  Celestine Sibley died much too early. I can daydream of listening to her with friends at Sweet Apple but must be contented to study her works. And my friends. Without them, there is no security. Someone who will care for my kids with love and yell at them to get out of the middle of the street too. I laugh with them and cry with them. I would not give anything for them. They fill in all the gaps.

And a husband with whom you share more than your kids. You have to love at least some of the same stuff and be able to argue to the point of agreeing to disagree. Same with your family.