I’d like you to meet Matt, a veteran I know. He’s actually part of the family, Leslie’s nephew. He, his wife Farrell and their baby girl Lucia are in town for a visit. We have congregated at Matt’s parents’ house for an afternoon of yapping, drinking beer and eating crabs. Continue reading “Ode To A Veteran”
Monday was a sad anniversary. Anything I do to remember Jill is half smiles inside thinking of the simple joy of being around her and the gut melting pain of dealing with fact that she is no longer here; that she never will be here.
Jill loved Taco Bell (which she called Taco Bells when she was little). She loved eating there and her first real job was working at the Taco Bell in Red Bluff, California. She had been working there for about a week and was driving there when she had her accident. Continue reading “In Praise of Blake, the Taco Bell Guy”
Spent last evening, Halloween, in Philadelphia at Patrick and Lindsey’s house. People ask me what my favorite holiday is and are surprised when I say, “Halloween”. Of course, I like the whimsy of the holiday, all the spooky decorations, the kids running around trick or treating. But there is something about Halloween and the season it represents, autumn, that touches something deeper inside me…something deeper than an appreciation of Twizzlers and Blow Pops. Continue reading “All Hallows Eve”
So..we’re in the middle of our fantasy draft on an Eagles message board I belong to, when my brother Paul slapped this question in the middle of the Keeper thread: “hey brother joe. i pay $500,000 a year to cover health insurance for my employees….a figure that has grown 20% every year since 1999. tell me how the republicans are doing anything to help me and my employees.”
Well, Brother Paul……
…lets examine your question. First, lets set aside the hysterics. Your $500 K a year means nothing to me. I have no idea how many employees you have. I have no idea what your bottom line is. To throw out a figure like that (and I have no doubt its true) is a little silly if it lacks context.
Second, the Republicans can do very little to help you at the moment. The Democrats control both houses of Congress and the Presidency. They control the agenda and could very easily pass health care “reform” anytime they wanted to. Indeed, no one has been able to explain to me why a supposedly crippled Republican Party and a few right wing wackos have been able to throw sand in the gears of the Hopium Juggernaut. There must be more to it, but Robert Gibbs ain’t talking. Continue reading “Brother Joe….”
This morning Cupcake had an appointment with her doctor, who practices part of the time in Leesburg. She had to be down there at 9:00 AM, which meant a much earlier start than she is used to. I got up a little early and put coffee on. She came down at 6:15 or so and sat on the sofa, drank her cup o’ joe and tried to wake up. I stepped out on the deck in my bathrobe and watched my breath as I exhaled. Fog floated across the back yard…cool mist…not the swampy, dense air so typical of August.
We’ve had a cool summer. I would say that we had perhaps one or two truly uncomfortable days. I’m sure Cupcake would disagree..she is much more sensitive to the heat than I am.
August is over. I’ve always hated August…the dog days. But in recent years it has been a much darker time. I lost my daughter Jill three years ago on August 2nd. Her birthday is August 29th. August comes now and there’s a darkness that arrives that stays for weeks on end. When it leaves, I’m relieved. August is brutal, hot, sad..crushing. Standing on the deck, in the cool..indeed…slightly chill…air is like being born again..like waking up from a nightmare. It’s silly, I know. Grief survives year round. But I guess that’s the way the human mind works. August is just, and always will be, a bad time. The anniversaries of the happiest day of my life and the saddest bracketing seemingly endless days of misery.
We were over at Cheri’s today. Cheri is Cupcake’s sister. Also there were Cheri’s husband Tony and her daughter in law, Farrell.
Farrell was explaining a conversation she had with her four year old nephew. Her nephew was playing with toy cars and said, “I like anything with wheels”. He quickly added “and fur” when his dog came into the room.
Hearing this, Cupcake piped up, “Well, that’s something any man would say.”
Well said Cupcake….well said.
I love Sasquatch. Yes, that does mean anything having to do with the hairy eight foot biped roaming remote parts of our country. Maybe more than that, though, I love the word “Sasquatch”. As I’m writing this I’m snickering so hard that tears of mirth are welling in my eyes. Don’t know what it is about that word.
A couple days back, Cupcake was doing some school shopping with her grandson. They came upon a Sasquatch notebook. She bought it for me, drove to my office and had the receptionist put it on my desk while I was in a meeting. Needless to say, when I saw it there, I collapsed in my chair, laughing so hard I couldn’t see.
That, my friends, is true love. The lengths this woman will go to to inject a little Sasquatch into my day are truly amazing.
The active lifestyle of NostraSeamus has definitely taken a toll on the Prophecies of NostraSeamus…
For the last week, I’ve been working, toiling in the yard after work, squeezing in a little school work here and there and even taking a drive to the landfill after my morning walks. It amazes me how much I miss writing here, even though few read it. It’s become a habit. Continue reading “Been A Long Time…”
Last Saturday, April 18, I was in the Philadelphia area helping Cupcake’s daughter Lindsey and her husband move into their new house. I woke early that day and with Patrick, Lindsey’s husband, drove down to Citizen’s Bank Park to say goodbye to Harry Kalas. We got to the stadium and joined the long line of people waiting to pay their respects. The morning was nothing short of brilliant. The air was cool and the sky was a deep, beautiful blue. Not a cloud to be found anywhere. It was a perfect day for a ball game. Continue reading “A Goodbye To Harry”