{"id":445,"date":"2007-02-15T08:02:00","date_gmt":"2007-02-15T12:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2007\/02\/15\/valentines-day\/"},"modified":"2007-02-15T08:02:00","modified_gmt":"2007-02-15T12:02:00","slug":"valentines-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/johncohn.org\/base\/2007\/02\/15\/valentines-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Valentines day"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"pBlogBody_230322278\" class=\"blogContent\">\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">We woke to the most beautiful snowy morning. The kind Sam would have loved. It was a snow day from school so everyone slept in.. including me which meant I missed my first 2 teleconferences .. oops !<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <br \/>&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>Once everyone woke up, we had a really great<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>valentines day celebration. We gathered in Sam&#8217;s room and lit his candle to invite him in. We then opened a few small presents.. Diane gave me some cool books (one called True Love by Thich Nhat Hanh who I love)<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>Max, Gabe and I had welded a set of five hearts together for Diane to stick in the garden. . Max even baked a cake<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>Gabe made a cool<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>still life with one of his hats, my screw drivers,<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>one of Max&#8217;s green Hulk gloves, Sam&#8217;s sombrero, one of<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>Chai&#8217;s dog toys.. some of our late bird Gabbi&#8217;s bird seed<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>and a few red bull cans. It was a nice way to put lots of thing he loves in one space.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>It all felt very good.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>After that, Diane and Gabe headed up to the <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>mountain mid morning and left me to work. Max and his friends were outside playing in the snow like little kids.. it was great to watch. I managed to<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>have a pretty productive day just sitting on the bed with my laptop.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>It was fun watching the snow pile up. It reminded me of the big storms we used to get in the early 80&#8217;s.. it also reminded me of Sam.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>I realized as it was getting dark around <st1:time minute=\"30\" hour=\"17\">5:30<\/st1:time><span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>that I hadn&#8217;t even been outside once during the entire day.. now that I think of it, I only even went downstairs once. I had an instant attack of cabin fever so I rallied Chai and headed out for a snowshoe. Chai made it just about to the garage before she decided the snow, which was over her head,&nbsp; was too deep for her.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>She slunk back to the house with her tail drooping..<span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>That left me alone to battle the elements. I<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>headed out with the intention of doing our lower loop trail.. which is about 30 minutes when I&#8217;m really pumping..<span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>I realized when it took me nearly 5 minutes to get out of our yard that that plan <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>was too ambitions for this evening. The snow was about mid thigh deep even with snowshoes.. at some places it was waist deep. I decided to lower my sites and head for the rock in the high meadow which overlooks the house. I started shuffling through the deep snow thinking of Sam and how he would have dug this..<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>The further I went,<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>the sadder I got. I saw a deep connection between my walk and the pattern of our lives now , slow plodding. hard going, seemingly endless.. but at the same time.. beautiful. <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>I tell you, this walk was the most strenuous exercise I can ever remember doing. By the time I cleared the ridge in the high meadow my heart was pumping so hard that it was all I could hear\u2026 a good sound on Valentines day, It felt so good to be outside. There was absolutely nothing moving<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>down in the valley, no cars, no people.. just deep snow everywhere you could see.. it was beautiful <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>I got to the top and looked towards our house.. hoping to get a good view <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>of our house through the snow.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>maybe even a picture. That&#8217;s when it all kinda feel apart. <br \/>The snow was coming down too hard to see the house clearly <\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-left: 40px;\">I called home <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>to ask Diane <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>to turn on all the lights.. Though it turned ou tthat they were already on.. <\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-left: 80px;\">Once my cell phone was out, I couldn&#8217;t help checking my email.<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <br \/><\/span><\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-left: 40px;\"><span style=\"\"><\/span>Which got me thinking about a work phone call. <\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-left: 40px;\">then I got the camera out and started fussing with that.. <\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-left: 40px;\">I messed with the exposure . the flash, the shutter speed. all trying to get a picture of the house through the snow.. <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>no dice.. it was just too dark. <\/p>\n<div style=\"margin-left: 40px;\">My exposed hands started freezing as I futzed <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>with the camera.. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>and before I realized it.. I was all tied up in phone calls and emails and cameras and\u2026. Then it hit me like a dope slap.. . the voice in my head said &#8216;you iiiiiiidiot&#8217; (in a cartoon accent).. &#8216;why don&#8217;t you just enjoy where you are&#8217; .. I laughed ot myself.. put away the gadgets and sunk down in the snow.Here&#8217;s me just before my &#8216;aha moment &#8216;. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"><a href=\"http:\/\/good-times.webshots.com\/photo\/2446285750100041954FhdXJW\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"width: 216px; height: 164px;\" src=\"http:\/\/thumb14.webshots.net\/t\/58\/58\/2\/85\/75\/2446285750100041954FhdXJW_th.jpg\" alt=\"img_0165\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">A few mintues later I started the trudge back to the house.. It was much easier in that direction because I&#8217;d been kind enough to break trail for myself on the way up.. There&#8217;s probably a deep message there to that I&#8217;m to dumb to appreciate. Anyway.. the walk back was fun and I came back to a busy household. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\" class=\"MsoNormal\"><a href=\"http:\/\/good-times.webshots.com\/photo\/2179168170100041954TYZNaQ\"><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/good-times.webshots.com\/photo\/2179168170100041954TYZNaQ\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"width: 234px; height: 177px;\" src=\"http:\/\/thumb14.webshots.net\/t\/59\/559\/1\/68\/17\/2179168170100041954TYZNaQ_th.jpg\" alt=\"img_0176\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">The family was all home along with Mason, Abbott and Scot all snowbound in the house.. it felt pretty festive<span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>We&#8217;ve just heard that school has already been canceled<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>for tomorrow so it will be another fun day for the kids..<span style=\"\">&nbsp; <\/span>I just hope that tomorrow night&#8217;s State Radio show at Higher Ground is still on.<span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; <\/span>Their last show here was the last live music we all saw with Sam. <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>I think they may play a song for him tomorrow night.. <span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>State Radio is a GREAT band..socially conscious, amazing, and fun music.&nbsp; There are still tickets left.. so <a href=\"http:\/\/www.highergroundmusic.com\/calendar\/?show=972\" target=\"_self\">check it out<\/a>. <br \/><span style=\"\">&nbsp;&nbsp; I&nbsp; think I&#8217;ll close with an excpertp form a State Radio song.. Keepsake.. I know that I posted it once several weeks ago.. but it&#8217;s a great song for today<br \/> <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><span style=\"\">&nbsp;<\/span>Expert from Keepsake by State Radio (sung <a href=\"http:\/\/www.palefacesound.com\/cohnmusic\/mp3\/11%20Keepsake.mp3\" target=\"_self\">here<\/a> by Jane and Avery at Sam&#8217;s Memorial)<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-left: 40px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);\" class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p>&nbsp;<\/o:p>\u2026.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-left: 40px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);\" class=\"MsoNormal\">One gonna heal my body another gonna heal my pain <br \/> One gonna settle me down then bring me back up again <br \/> I<span style=\"\" arial=\"\" unicode=\"\" ms=\"\">&#8216;<\/span>m gonna put my family back together again <\/p>\n<p> One gonna hold my woman another gonna hold my job <br \/> One gonna help me get up, another gonna help me stop <\/p>\n<p> One gonna help me talk right, one gonna lay me down to sleep<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin-left: 40px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);\" class=\"MsoNormal\">&#8221;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p>See you at the show tomorrow Sam.. Happy valentines day my boy<\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p>-jc&nbsp;<\/o:p><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We woke to the most beautiful snowy morning. The kind Sam would have loved. It was a snow day from school so everyone slept in.. including me which meant I missed my first 2 teleconferences .. oops !&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Once everyone woke up, we had a really great&nbsp; valentines day celebration. 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