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This evening Nate and Devon came by to wish Diane a happy Mothers day.. which was really nice. It was great talkign with them. . I know folks are thinking of Diane today.. we appreciate it..<\/div>\n
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nite folks, nite sam…
-me<\/p>\n
ps. I know I included htis recently.. but I love this poem about family ties (mothers and layards) .\u00a0 from billy collins<\/p>\n
The Lanyard – Billy Collins<\/h3>\nThe other day I was ricocheting slowly<\/p>\noff the blue walls of this room,<\/p>\n
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,<\/p>\n
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,<\/p>\n
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary<\/p>\n
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard. <\/p><\/div>\n
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist<\/p>\ncould send one into the past more suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp<\/p>\n
by a deep Adirondack lake<\/p>\n
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips<\/p>\n
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.<\/p><\/div>\n
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard<\/p>\nor wear one, if that\u2019s what you did with them,<\/p>\n
but that did not keep me from crossing<\/p>\n
strand over strand again and again<\/p>\n
until I had made a boxy<\/p>\n
red and white lanyard for my mother.<\/p><\/div>\n
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,<\/p>\nand I gave her a lanyard.<\/p>\n
She nursed me in many a sick room,<\/p>\n
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,<\/p>\n
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,<\/p>\n
and then led me out into the airy light<\/p><\/div>\n
and taught me to walk and swim,<\/p>\nand I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.<\/p>\n
Here are thousands of meals, she said,<\/p>\n
and here is clothing and a good education.<\/p>\n
And here is your lanyard, I replied,<\/p>\n
which I made with a little help from a counselor.<\/p><\/div>\n
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,<\/p>\nstrong legs, bones and teeth,<\/p>\n
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,<\/p>\n
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.<\/p>\n
And here, I wish to say to her now,<\/p>\n
is a smaller gift\u2014not the worn truth<\/p><\/div>\n
that you can never repay your mother,<\/p>\nbut the rueful admission that when she took<\/p>\n
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,<\/p>\n
I was as sure as a boy could be<\/p>\n
that this useless, worthless thing I wove<\/p>\n
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Happy Mother’s day folks. It was relatively uneventful for us.. Mothers day.. , like fathers da,y is never a big deal around here. it was snowing (yes snowing) all day.. but not really cold enough to stick. We made crepes with fried bananas and ice cream.. then all headed out to Gabe’s lacrosse games in … Continue reading Sunday night – Mothers day<\/span>
off the blue walls of this room,<\/p>\n
moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano,<\/p>\n
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,<\/p>\n
when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary<\/p>\n
where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard. <\/p><\/div>\n
could send one into the past more suddenly\u2014<\/p>\n
a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp<\/p>\n
by a deep Adirondack lake<\/p>\n
learning how to braid long thin plastic strips<\/p>\n
into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.<\/p><\/div>\n
or wear one, if that\u2019s what you did with them,<\/p>\n
but that did not keep me from crossing<\/p>\n
strand over strand again and again<\/p>\n
until I had made a boxy<\/p>\n
red and white lanyard for my mother.<\/p><\/div>\n
and I gave her a lanyard.<\/p>\n
She nursed me in many a sick room,<\/p>\n
lifted spoons of medicine to my lips,<\/p>\n
laid cold face-cloths on my forehead,<\/p>\n
and then led me out into the airy light<\/p><\/div>\n
and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard.<\/p>\n
Here are thousands of meals, she said,<\/p>\n
and here is clothing and a good education.<\/p>\n
And here is your lanyard, I replied,<\/p>\n
which I made with a little help from a counselor.<\/p><\/div>\n
strong legs, bones and teeth,<\/p>\n
and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered,<\/p>\n
and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp.<\/p>\n
And here, I wish to say to her now,<\/p>\n
is a smaller gift\u2014not the worn truth<\/p><\/div>\n
but the rueful admission that when she took<\/p>\n
the two-tone lanyard from my hand,<\/p>\n
I was as sure as a boy could be<\/p>\n
that this useless, worthless thing I wove<\/p>\n
out of boredom would be enough to make us even.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Happy Mother’s day folks. It was relatively uneventful for us.. Mothers day.. , like fathers da,y is never a big deal around here. it was snowing (yes snowing) all day.. but not really cold enough to stick. We made crepes with fried bananas and ice cream.. then all headed out to Gabe’s lacrosse games in … Continue reading Sunday night – Mothers day<\/span>