Yesterday turned out to be an amazingly stupid day. It started out not bad. I had had an overnight guest and so ended up with a leisurely morning, taking her back home and going in to work late.
Upon arrival, I was delighted that the construction folks popped into my new office, to which I moved right before Christmas, to see if they could put up some shelves to hold "stuff" that had been on one bookcase in my old office that I had to give up in the move because my new office would not hold that many bookcases. Of course, they could! A quick task, right?
No, not so. A couple of hours later they were still working on those shelves, and I had to attend a mandatory meeting in my conference room. Just in case, I took
my purse with me.
After the meeting, I had to help out some of the
attendees and forgot about the purse. Then, all kinds of problems and promises (incoming new managers) grabbed my attention, and I worked until 10 p.m.
got ready to go home, I realized I did not have my purse and could not
get into the conference room. Everyone had departed,
including the security folks with the master key. I called my
operations folks, but, it being Friday night, they were probably out
partying. At any rate, they did not answer.
I thought I might have to
spend the night there, but when I gave up and went into the parking lot to drive home (thank goodness, I did have my car keys, just not my license, money, and the like), I saw two police who monitor our building talking to each other at the far corner of the lot. I grabbed them and found out that yes, the police did have a master key!
Voila! Problem solved.
Purse retrieved, home I came. I arrived just in time to
catch the 11:30 Jay Leno show. It was good to laugh at someone other
than myself for a change.
(These are the events that one just accepts as a part of the very strange life we live on this earth!)
This site was originally designed for linking the longer family posts and pictures that did not fit easily on my main blog, 100th Lamb. Over time this blog has become the story of our family, past and present. More recently, I have been posting excerpts from a new book I am writing about our family experiences: Raising God's Rainbow Makers. Here you will also find my conversion story. Many thanks to the followers of this site for becoming part of our family.
Most Recent Updates
Daily updates on family members who are "in the family news" are available on the Twitterlets.
Nathaniel and Nikolina have moved into a more normal set of life activities, now possible with the stabilization of Nikolina's health. Some of her routine care has been transferred from Stanford University Hospital to local doctors. This makes life easier for everyone. With her gross motor development delayed because of disabilities and surgery, Nikolina has been progressing in fine motor development faster than typically expected and is now beginning to draw and to type. Of course, Nathaniel is a great help to her in this respect.
Updated pictures of Nathaniel and Nikolina are added periodically at the end of the post about them.
Here is a picture of Nikolina that Shane took at a local restaurant. That smile on her face never goes away; I think she knows how lucky she is to be alive -- and to be intellectually normal and performing at age level is absolutely remarkable. (She still is missing some body parts, but she has never needed a feeding tube or any other kind of support since being released from the hospital.)
Pictures from our house blessing have now been added. Click here to see them: house blessing.
I am the mother of 4 birth children (plus 3 others who lived with us) and grandmother of 2, all of them exceptional children. Married for 42 years, I grew up in Maine, live in California, and work in many places in education, linguistics, and program management. In my spare time, I rescue and tame feral cats and have the scars to prove it. A long-time ignorantly blissful atheist converted by a theophanic experience to Catholicism,
I am now a joyful catechist. Oh, I also authored a dozen books, two under my pen name of Mahlou (Blest Atheist and A Believer-in-Waiting's First Encounters with God).
Using Elizabeth (me) as the center (only because I am the one doing the blogging), here is how the clan is related:
Wife/Mother: Elizabeth Husband/Father: Donnie
Birth children, in birth order: Lizzie Noelle Shane Doah
Here are the three children who came to live with us, in order of when they arrived: Blaine (from the barrio of Salts) Shura (from Siberia) Ksenya (from Moscow)
There were also others who lived with us for a year or more: Vanessa and her three children (abandoned mother) Rollie (my brother) Victoria (my sister) George (a colleague of Donnie's who could not find a place to rent because he was black living in a principally white location)
And then there is my Maine farm family: mother: Ma father: Dad (deceased 36 years) Children (oldest to youngest): Elizabeth (me) Katrina Danielle Willie Rollie Keith Sharon Victoria
And, of course, our cats: Murjan Intrepid Simone
With time, I will add to the content. In the meanwhile, see the alphabetical listing under "family members" below to find out about those for whom I have posts.
100th Lamb. This is my main blog, the one I keep most updated. I link from there to here when I want to use one or another of my writings there.
Mahlou Musings. This site contains excerpts from my various publications.
Modern Mysticism. This blog discusses the mystical in our pragmatic, practical, realistic, and rational 21st century world and is to those who spend some or much of their time in an irrational/mystical relationship with God. If such things do not strain your credulity, you are welcome to follow the blog and participate in it.
The Burning House
"The Burning House" by William Smith copyright 2009
I dreamed a dream of a burning house With brothers and sisters and a cold bitter spouse. The halls were all crooked, the doors were ajar. I heard all their cries from the road in my car.
I put on the brakes and came to a stop While an old jackrabbit went hippity hop. I looked back again, and the house was ablaze. The people inside just looked in a daze.
The curtains were tattered, the roof was not straight. The hinges were knocked off the broken front gate. The paint was all weathered, and the shutters hung loose. A shadow on the barn door looked like a noose.
A kid outside shouted, "There's a fire there, you see". But Mama kept screaming, "Come back here to me". "No, I cannot, ‘cause your house is on fire". But nobody listened as the flames grew still higher.
Once in a while a child would run out, But Mama and Papa would just scream and shout. The kid in the yard would utter a scream As a child ran back in as if in a dream.
Soon the house burned right to the ground. The kid in the yard made not a sound. I opened the door, and she sat on the seat. She didn't look back because of the heat.
I stepped on the gas, and we sped away. I opened my mouth, but what can you say? "They had to go back," was her soft reply. All of them chose their way to die.
I turned on the light; she was just seventeen. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. I'll never forget the night I stopped there, ‘Cause I married that girl with the long, flowing hair.