With every heartbeat, precious sister.
I think you've heard from Jen.
The surgeon is pleased.
Kate is alert and charming everyone in the ICU.
We've had several teary group hugs :)
You are beautiful people. I'm sitting in the waiting room with another of Western Chauvinist's sisters here at Children's Hospital. Kate is in pre-op. She is one of the merriest 11 year-olds you're likely to know.
Minutes before they led her through the double doors she was doing her little chuckle/giggle about what the fish in the big fish tank were thinking. . . . if they were 'thinking at all.
She is a delight.
Thank you so much for you caring and concern.
Oh my. Thanks for this, Sis.
Just makes ya feel good all over hearing someone so a$$-over-apple-cart happy :)
If Christmas were in a summer month . . .
in other words - not around the solstice, would this study have very different findings ?
I wonder how people in the southern hemisphere respond.
Kate is one of God's dearest creations. Love and prayers are blooming across this great land. Baptist churches in central Ohio . . . members of a mega church in Northwest Ohio . . Catholic friends and families . . . people of faith in Colorado. And now I see that the beautiful people of Ricochet are lifting her up in love and prayers.
And in a aunt's heart . . she is held with the tenderest of love.
Andrea. I am in compete agreement. I love Western Chauvinist . . . . :)
It's an age thing.
I grow old and find an alien world here.
Still I love the rhapsodic tone of your take on shoes . . . and Paglia's delicious prose.
Read the intro to Kruathammer's book, Things That Matter.
" What matters? Lives of the good and the great, the innocence of dogs, the cunning of cats, the elegance of nature, the wonders of space, the perfectly thrown outfield assist, the difference between historical guilt, homage and sacrilege in monumental architecture, fashions and follies and the finer uses of the F-word."
It seems this great soul could ponder the mystery of stilettos and find, therein, food for musings and amazement.
"Have you ever wondered what goes through people's minds when they hear that song?"
What a beautiful, moving passage, Dave.
And thank you for your service.
If only. We'd all gladly suck diesel if it'd produce lines and visuals like this:
" If you could fast-speed a video that tracked how I actually get from Point A to Point B most of the time, and add in some Benny Hill music, you'd have a viral masterpiece. "
In the opening sentence of the introduction to his new book, Things That Matter, Charles Krauthammer includes in his list of 'what matters': " . . . . the elegance of nature, the wonders of space . . . "
My limited intellect has me hanging on to these fascinating concepts by the frail synapses of my gray matter. I'm so pleased to have discovered Milt Rosenberg's wonderful broadcasts.
I replied, “Soon,”
when you asked, “When are you coming?”
As I ran errands and worried that you wouldn’t wait,
the word soon haunted me.
I tossed it around and toyed with it,
because I didn’t want to think about you, at ninety,
in a hospital bed, one hundred miles away,
struggling to breathe,
watching for me to appear, soon, in the doorway.
I conjured words that rhymed with soon.
Moon, Mother. The moon that you and Dad watched
from separate continents during the Great War.
He from a trench behind his gun battery,
you, for three long years, from your parents’ porch.
June, loon, croon.
Wedding months and love songs,
and mysterious bird calls
which you have never heard,
here in the heart of the Midwest,
strugging to raise seven of us
among cornfields and rolling hills.
Soon, Mother, soon.
Classic Dave Carter . . . taking the bitter lemon of current politics and making a smile-inducing lemonade of it.
A titch of frustration and pinch of ornery sweeten the refreshment as we settle back to enjoy a not-so-little mind's Iowa survival strategy.
Dave, you're a gift to news-weary Americans.
It's was years ago, but it's never left me. I witnessed as bizarre and thoughtless a remark as may be imagined.
My high school friend's mother had walked into the river to end her pain after years of depression following her husband's death.
Another classmate drifted up beside my grieving friend at the funeral home and quipped:
"Mother and I were talking and we can't believe that Ina was able to drown herself. She was such a good swimmer."
Susan . . Thank you. Can't agree that your tantrum was more childish. Rules are rules! :)
Skipsul . . . Thank you . I so understand your fatigue with politics.
Severely Ltd. . . . . First time 'genius' has been applied to my writing. May I quote you ? :-D
Western Chauvinist . . . Sis. Bless you for admitting that you're even acquainted with me . . . let alone - related.
Who said mature? I'm a late bloomer :) And ya know . . . you're right about the camera.
The thought of that going onto Youtube . . . !
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