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These are stories from my old blog. I no longer can access it, I know the team at blogspot are frustrated with me so... I'm simply going to move them here. So please pardon the duplications.
...well, it is my blog afterall! I'll clean it up later... maybe
Story #1 Rabbits in the Grass (a Farside type short)
It was a beautiful afternoon, the birds were softly singing, a soft breeze blew clouds lazily along the sky. The ground where she laid waiting for their approach was warm and it’s earthy scent was intoxicating.Suddenly, without notice they swiftly appeared. She was awestruck by their beauty, the soft downy hair, powerful legs, and warm gentle eyes. They shyly approached the clover patch just beyond the garden stone. As she lay there, trying to go unnoticed, one of these graceful creatures sensed her presence. There was a thump of warning. The anxious herd coward to the ground hiding amongst the tall blades of grass. The small, timid creature reared up on his powerful hind legs to gain a better look over the tall thick grass. When she was noticed there was another thump, warning the others to stay hidden. She quickly looked down and did her best to hold very still. She had herd that these shy animals will scatter if eye contact or a sudden movement were made. She did not want to startle these wonderful animals as she hoped to be come a trusted member of the herd...Rabbits, in the grass.
#3 Thinking of Tina
That was written in a note to Casey by his mother, a long time childhood friend, it was her expression of how much she loves him. On January 10, 2004, my dear friend lost her son suddenly. He was 21, just 2 and a half months younger than my oldest daughter. It was believed the he died in his sleep, without pain. The cause? Many suspected a drug overdose, or a lethal combination of drugs and alcohol. The actual cause, an undetected heart defect.It angered me the assumptions of the people of the community. Casey had his struggles but he was a loved child. He was good, his family. There've been quite a few deaths of teens and young adults on my small island, often speed and wreckless driving and DUI are the average causes of death. You don't hear much gossip over most of the deaths, families with money or higher standing in the community. Casey's family, down to earth and working hard to get by. Casey learned many lessons in life, some harder than others, but he was a treasure. All God's children are!My heart ached for my friend. Her loss. I shared some memories I had of Casey as a toddler at his memorial. I remember my friend holding up his picture saying, "Oh Dulie, this was our boy". He was. Tina and I shared pregnancies that were not of the 'ideal' circumstances. She was a close friend during my first pregnancy with my son Paul. Then the heartache of insensitive decisions of adults around me that left my arms empty and son to live in another family, one of my Aunts and her husband far from my reach. Then a marriage that was not my best choice in life and pregnancy of my daughter Mendy.I was always in awe of Tina. She was so strong and had an independance that I longed to have for myself. I was timid, shy and looked in the wrong direction for security. Looking back I know Tina had her worries, the nights alone with two small children. None the less, I still longed to be like her.Then the day came when her heart dropped to the earth. I wasnt' there when she was given the news but I can only imagine the disbelief and grief that struck my friend unexpectedly. There were a few times where Casey had health crisis's. He had a terrible accident as a toddler inwhich he had to have brain surgery to remove a pencil lead in his brain. Then the epilepsy, coma and health concerns that accompanied him through out his short life.Tina shared an experience with me that happened during Casey's brain surgery. He coded on the table while she was in a bathroom, trying to compose herself, fearful for her son. She told me how she felt his Spirit go through her body. She could feel him and smell him on her skin. She knew. Thank God when he revived.Tina knows life. Tina knows death. Tina knows that her son is with God. He's free from pain and with many loved family members.Why am I writing this? I'm not entirely sure myself but when death occurs there seems to be a time that one reflects on loves and losses. You see, Tina's family has been visited by death yet, again. Her precious niece, Kaitin Rose died, who at 7 years old went to the heavens just a couple of days ago. She fought a battle with Neuroblastoma most of her short life.My granddaughter Lauren shared her first grade class. She loved Kaitie and would excitedly announce when she came to school after a long absence due to her cancer. It's hard for me to think of one so young being plucked from this life. Heavenly Father needed an angel. I believe her to be there, riding ponies and chasing butterflies.I'm reflecting... pondering... praying. My dear children who are grown and have their own families, the two teens left here at home. I pray I will never feel the sting of death, but ultimately it comes, sometimes unexpectedly, and sometimes swiftly and then there are times, where it lingers, allowing good-byes, and last touches.Kaitie, Casey, Rusty-my brother who also died at 7 from a brain tumor. You are missed and yet, we rejoice, you are in Paradise. How wonderful it must be, and we wait to be with you again.Dear Friend, Tina, I don't spend nearly enough time with you. Tina, Jenni, how I sorrow yet, rejoice for you. You were tender and your sweet children knew how much they were loved. God Bless you both.ad infinitum, the love a Mother has for her child/children.
#4 Naughty Bunnies!
Well, my little colony of does have spent the summer happily running free in a large pen where the floor is thickly covered in fresh orchard grass, wooden boxes to hide in, toys to toss and plenty of lounging space. I've very much enjoyed sitting on an overturned box watching them and having them jump in my lap for a quick bunny kiss and the anticipated scratch behind the ear. However, those days maybe numbered.Yesterday afternoon I came home from an afternoon of wandering. I was watching the downpour when out from around the bunny barn came a little red bunny scampering across the yard. I knew right off who it was, PENELOPE! Tommy's bunny, the one that is just like her poppa, if there's a wall to scale or hole to dig they're going to get the job done! Not only had she dug to her escape, she scaled a 4' wire wall then ran behind Willow's cage and dug an escape tunnel.I mentioned the downpour. Have I mentioned what happens to Angora Rabbits that are caught in rain? They turn into little balls of felt. Amber and I went out to catch the little rascal and brought her into the house. We draped her in a thick towel. As I held onto Penelope she let me know she disapproved of what I was doing. After a couple of irritated kicks, head tosses and nose nudges she settled in when she realized that she was warming up as I gently patted the water out of her beautiful but soaked coat. When I had finished she sat snuggled deep into a dry towel and seemed to be a very approving rabbit while I cradled her in my arms.Then this morning came. There was a rustling in the bunny barn and without warning out popped Ivy! She was out of the pen enjoying the fact that she could run past the boys, tease them then scamper off. Did I mention that Ivy is Penelope's mother?Oh what to do? They've been in the pen for months. No getting out of the pen, no escape tunnels. I just hate the thought of putting them back in cages. I'm going to have to give this some thought.However, I do have to say I find it a little amusing. Those naughty bunnies.
I'll be back to reformat these articles, but for now... they are here, safe, provided my mosiac mind doesn't loose my sign in info!
...well, it is my blog afterall! I'll clean it up later... maybe
Story #1 Rabbits in the Grass (a Farside type short)
It was a beautiful afternoon, the birds were softly singing, a soft breeze blew clouds lazily along the sky. The ground where she laid waiting for their approach was warm and it’s earthy scent was intoxicating.Suddenly, without notice they swiftly appeared. She was awestruck by their beauty, the soft downy hair, powerful legs, and warm gentle eyes. They shyly approached the clover patch just beyond the garden stone. As she lay there, trying to go unnoticed, one of these graceful creatures sensed her presence. There was a thump of warning. The anxious herd coward to the ground hiding amongst the tall blades of grass. The small, timid creature reared up on his powerful hind legs to gain a better look over the tall thick grass. When she was noticed there was another thump, warning the others to stay hidden. She quickly looked down and did her best to hold very still. She had herd that these shy animals will scatter if eye contact or a sudden movement were made. She did not want to startle these wonderful animals as she hoped to be come a trusted member of the herd...Rabbits, in the grass.
#3 Thinking of Tina
That was written in a note to Casey by his mother, a long time childhood friend, it was her expression of how much she loves him. On January 10, 2004, my dear friend lost her son suddenly. He was 21, just 2 and a half months younger than my oldest daughter. It was believed the he died in his sleep, without pain. The cause? Many suspected a drug overdose, or a lethal combination of drugs and alcohol. The actual cause, an undetected heart defect.It angered me the assumptions of the people of the community. Casey had his struggles but he was a loved child. He was good, his family. There've been quite a few deaths of teens and young adults on my small island, often speed and wreckless driving and DUI are the average causes of death. You don't hear much gossip over most of the deaths, families with money or higher standing in the community. Casey's family, down to earth and working hard to get by. Casey learned many lessons in life, some harder than others, but he was a treasure. All God's children are!My heart ached for my friend. Her loss. I shared some memories I had of Casey as a toddler at his memorial. I remember my friend holding up his picture saying, "Oh Dulie, this was our boy". He was. Tina and I shared pregnancies that were not of the 'ideal' circumstances. She was a close friend during my first pregnancy with my son Paul. Then the heartache of insensitive decisions of adults around me that left my arms empty and son to live in another family, one of my Aunts and her husband far from my reach. Then a marriage that was not my best choice in life and pregnancy of my daughter Mendy.I was always in awe of Tina. She was so strong and had an independance that I longed to have for myself. I was timid, shy and looked in the wrong direction for security. Looking back I know Tina had her worries, the nights alone with two small children. None the less, I still longed to be like her.Then the day came when her heart dropped to the earth. I wasnt' there when she was given the news but I can only imagine the disbelief and grief that struck my friend unexpectedly. There were a few times where Casey had health crisis's. He had a terrible accident as a toddler inwhich he had to have brain surgery to remove a pencil lead in his brain. Then the epilepsy, coma and health concerns that accompanied him through out his short life.Tina shared an experience with me that happened during Casey's brain surgery. He coded on the table while she was in a bathroom, trying to compose herself, fearful for her son. She told me how she felt his Spirit go through her body. She could feel him and smell him on her skin. She knew. Thank God when he revived.Tina knows life. Tina knows death. Tina knows that her son is with God. He's free from pain and with many loved family members.Why am I writing this? I'm not entirely sure myself but when death occurs there seems to be a time that one reflects on loves and losses. You see, Tina's family has been visited by death yet, again. Her precious niece, Kaitin Rose died, who at 7 years old went to the heavens just a couple of days ago. She fought a battle with Neuroblastoma most of her short life.My granddaughter Lauren shared her first grade class. She loved Kaitie and would excitedly announce when she came to school after a long absence due to her cancer. It's hard for me to think of one so young being plucked from this life. Heavenly Father needed an angel. I believe her to be there, riding ponies and chasing butterflies.I'm reflecting... pondering... praying. My dear children who are grown and have their own families, the two teens left here at home. I pray I will never feel the sting of death, but ultimately it comes, sometimes unexpectedly, and sometimes swiftly and then there are times, where it lingers, allowing good-byes, and last touches.Kaitie, Casey, Rusty-my brother who also died at 7 from a brain tumor. You are missed and yet, we rejoice, you are in Paradise. How wonderful it must be, and we wait to be with you again.Dear Friend, Tina, I don't spend nearly enough time with you. Tina, Jenni, how I sorrow yet, rejoice for you. You were tender and your sweet children knew how much they were loved. God Bless you both.ad infinitum, the love a Mother has for her child/children.
#4 Naughty Bunnies!
Well, my little colony of does have spent the summer happily running free in a large pen where the floor is thickly covered in fresh orchard grass, wooden boxes to hide in, toys to toss and plenty of lounging space. I've very much enjoyed sitting on an overturned box watching them and having them jump in my lap for a quick bunny kiss and the anticipated scratch behind the ear. However, those days maybe numbered.Yesterday afternoon I came home from an afternoon of wandering. I was watching the downpour when out from around the bunny barn came a little red bunny scampering across the yard. I knew right off who it was, PENELOPE! Tommy's bunny, the one that is just like her poppa, if there's a wall to scale or hole to dig they're going to get the job done! Not only had she dug to her escape, she scaled a 4' wire wall then ran behind Willow's cage and dug an escape tunnel.I mentioned the downpour. Have I mentioned what happens to Angora Rabbits that are caught in rain? They turn into little balls of felt. Amber and I went out to catch the little rascal and brought her into the house. We draped her in a thick towel. As I held onto Penelope she let me know she disapproved of what I was doing. After a couple of irritated kicks, head tosses and nose nudges she settled in when she realized that she was warming up as I gently patted the water out of her beautiful but soaked coat. When I had finished she sat snuggled deep into a dry towel and seemed to be a very approving rabbit while I cradled her in my arms.Then this morning came. There was a rustling in the bunny barn and without warning out popped Ivy! She was out of the pen enjoying the fact that she could run past the boys, tease them then scamper off. Did I mention that Ivy is Penelope's mother?Oh what to do? They've been in the pen for months. No getting out of the pen, no escape tunnels. I just hate the thought of putting them back in cages. I'm going to have to give this some thought.However, I do have to say I find it a little amusing. Those naughty bunnies.
I'll be back to reformat these articles, but for now... they are here, safe, provided my mosiac mind doesn't loose my sign in info!