Archive for February 2010

At Last!

February 23, 2010

The winter snows have hit….finally.  We have had a few paltry storms.  Even had a snow day (a measely 5 inches) several weeks ago.  

But this last storm dumped 8 inches overnight….and gave us a second snow day on Monday.  It was a nice ‘gift’ to the Prince…who turned 16 on Sunday.  SIXTEEN! 

 

And so winter is still in effect in south east Michigan.  Until the end of the week at least. 

Sigh

What the heck??????

February 7, 2010

 

See this glorious picture of white stuff??  The car is covered.  The patio over flows.  The deck has disappeared.  The trees are overhung and you would definitely need to clear a path from the door to….anywhere.  And its not even the entire height of it!!  THIS is an accurate depiction of a Michigan winter.  What the heck is it doing over on my friend’s blog?? 

SHE lives in Washington D.C.   SHE doesn’t have a girly who begs to earn money to spend on her Thursday evenings snowboarding with her ski club friends…..yet.   SHE doesn’t have the snowblower charged and filled and ready to strut its stuff.  SHE doesn’t live in a community with salt piles and snowplows standing by.  SHE doesn’t have the long standing habitual need for a ‘snow day.’   Does she?

Old Man Winter?  Have you lost your way?  Come on back to south east Michigan…..where we are ready and waiting for you.  We need us some snow!!!

And the Beat Goes On…….

February 5, 2010

My grandmother was a character.  She was definitely the ‘grand dame’ of her family.  She controlled and manipulated and loved and laughed and lived and shared to the very core of her being.   Her children were her breath and soul….and so was her faith.  She lived to the ripe old age of 97 and was an example in many ways to her entire family.  My children were both a little  frightened and greatly in awe of her.  Because we lived many miles and many states away, they had very little face to face contact with her.  But she loved them to death and has left an indelible imprint on their lives.  Especially my daughter’s.

You see, my Grandmother had this hobby that keeps popping up around our house.  Everytime we find one of these:

we think of GG.  She – and her children (my mom and her siblings) would pack a cross, a business card with the ‘A Cross in Your Pocket’ poem and a story she had written into a small plastic bag.  The bags were always kept at the ready, to be handed out to family and firends….and total strangers.  It was my Grandmother’s role in life….to spread the ‘Good News’ to the people in her little world.

Heh.  Little world?  My Grandmother packed and passed out 7000 of these little babies. And we have at least one tucked safely away in my computer desk drawer.

My daughter finds it now and then and studies it.  She opens it and reads the story about the first time GG was handed such a cross – by a seemingly dirty, pony tailed motorcycle rider at a stop light in Daytona Beach.  She ponders the loss of the ‘hobby’ and tells me that SHE wants to pass out pocket crosses too.

We have been gathering the materials.  I have plastic bags (thank you, Pop!).  I have GG’s story copied and formatted on my computer.  I even wrote a little story about her and the impact of her crosses on my children to be printed on the back.   And so I went in search of pocket crosses.  Interestingly enough, I happened upon the very same company my Grandmother purchased HER crosses from.   I printed their order form and sent them an email.  This is the response I got:

You grandmother did indeed purchase crosses from us for years. I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I am sure that she was a wonderful woman who touched many lives during her long life. We will look forward to establishing a new relationship with her family. I am sure that she would be happy to know that you were influenced by her sharing the crosses with others, and want to continue to do the same. If we can be of any help to you, please let us know.

How cool is that?  Our order is going in next week.  But we found a clutch of crosses tucked into the back corner of  a drawer.  We packed them up.  Sooo……….GG, the beat goes on!