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October 09 Da BearsNeed I say more!!! Chicago 40 Buffalo 7 More Chicago Bear Information More thought provoking posts to come in the future. Still shaking the mud off my mental cleats. September 30 A Road Well Traveled Part IIYesterday I received word that my friend had passed peacefully. Now I must say my farewells to a man who was a cornerstone of our community. A man who was kind hearted and hard working. Someone you would always want on your side. Although his gruff exterior did give many the wrong impression. Those who knew him, knew not to judge a book by it's cover. For he was one of the most compassionate and friendly people you would want to know. When a friend passes, it is a time of reflection. Of both their life and yours. You tend to look back on the experiences you have had with your friend. You are drawn to smile at the humorous endeavors and draw a tear for the emotional and moving moments. When this mental picture of your friend is complete, it is somehow immortalized into a timeless vault. You freeze frame their entire life for future reference. Unlike memories of your friends that are living, those of your departed can not be changed by current events. Mostly, your feelings and opinions about the one that has gone on lay in state, never to be changed or tarnished. Now the time for self reflection. You ask the question, "what if it was me lying in the casket?" Would my friends and acquaintances have kind and warm memories? How would you be remembered? How would you be eulogized? Just the thought is shuttering...no not of death, but how you would be remembered. I have those thoughts. When I compare myself to my friend, I feel that I fall short by many standards. Although we never discussed this openly, I think he knew that I wanted to follow his lead in many instances, but found my self retreating. Oh the calling is there, I hear it loud in clear. But the body is not willing. For years, I have always felt a need to do something that "matters". Not something that would bring attention to myself, but something that affects other lives in a positive manner. Oh I have always donated my time for worth wile causes, such as helping renovate the homeless shelter and purchasing goods for the food pantry. Yet I have always felt the need to do something that will invoke change. Permanent change. There are several opportunities that have been laid on my plate. Some are drastic, some are mundane. Some would have an immediate affect, yet others are just small building blocks for the future. One in particular makes me shutter. Quite frankly it brings tears to my eyes, yet it would have the largest affect on not just those surrounding me, but a much greater community. It would also have a largest impact on my life. I have always been called to "do this thing" by a voice in my head. Now I have two voices that are speaking in harmony. My friend just joined in. September 28 A Road Well TraveledAbout three weeks ago, I met with a friend to discuss some common concerns. This friend being a bit more mature than I by at least twenty years, sat with me for hours engaged in conversation. We discussed a problem and it's possible solution. I was revitalized by the energy ths man had in his mid seventies. I pray to have half of his zeal when I reach fifty. Two weeks had passed when bad news arrived. My dear friend had been admitted to the hospital with an internal infection that was a mystery to his physicians. A week in the intensive care unit did not improve his condition. He slipped into a comma and was put on a ventilator. Yesterday his family decided to have him removed from life support when the physicians informed them that brain activity was almost non-existent due to a progressive encephalitis (swelling of the brain). I sit in a somber mood, reflecting on my interaction with this man. He always held the well being of his church and family close to his heart. He was emotional about the problems we both saw within our community. Now my friend's legacy lays dormant as he lays in a hospital room, near death. I feel compelled to carry his wishes into the future. I know the problem that we discussed was a thorn in his side. It put our small community at risk and ate away at my friends nerves. A problem not easily solved. As his family contemplates the passing of their father and husband, I am saddened that I was not able to spend more time in his company. He is a man that cared about his community. Often working late at the church to paint, fix a door or touch up the mulch on the playground area, he showed a commitment and drive that not may men have. I vividly remember his face as we met several weeks prior. He would always grimace when we discussed finances. His forehead wrinkled and face drawn, he did not enjoy this time, yet he knew that there was work to be done. I sit here empty, knowing that a friend of the community will soon pass. He will leave a void that will not easily be filled. His kind yet stern manner that elevated him to a father figure will be missed as his passing will leave pain in many a heart. As I write these words, I can hear his voice echo in my head.... "We've got a bit of work to do, let's get to it!!" May the peace be with you my friend. We'll do our best to look after things for you. September 19 We didn't start the fire!!Growing up in a family of five, I recall my siblings and myself trying to out do one another. We all sought my fathers attention and approval. Being typical of a man who was raised in the depression and served in the US Army during World War II, my father was somewhat disconnected from his family. If we walked away with any trait from our father, it was his work ethic. Eleven to twelve hour work days were common. He came from a generation that had little and worked for all they had. The fear was always that one could loose everything as the depression had taught my father's generation all too well. I tried my best to win my father's acceptance and pride. Twelve years of being a somewhat successful athlete proved nothing to my father. He only attended two of my football games and never made an appearance at any of my track meets. In my last year of college I was married and we were expecting our first child. The fear almost consumed me. How was I going to provide for a wife and child while holding down a part time job and taking 18 hours in my final year of college. I felt my father's fear. There was no safety net. But we did it!!! We some how made ends meet. Then the twins were born. If one child's arrival caused distress, the arrival of two almost seized my heart with fear. Not just the fear of financial failure, but that of the physical well being of my family. OK Bill, time to put aside the financial worries. The kids are healthy, no worries there. Now the big question. How do we teach these humans to become self-sustaining? I knew all too well that the world my father knew no longer existed. These kids needed a new set of skills that would help them be self sufficient, successful and most of all happy well rounded adults. I saw many examples of what not to do. There were plenty of soccer games that provided classic examples of bad parenting. The screaming. Telling the child exactly what to do as if there were no cranial mass above the neck line. Reliving one's athletic career or lack of through one's child. I knew from my own history of athletics, that I did not wish my experiences on any of my children. I have to admit, there were no books, no master plan that we used to raise our children. We ...yeah it's hard to admit.... We WINGED IT!!! Oh yeah, we were flying by the seat of our pants. One thing we knew, we wanted our children to be happy and motivated. Most of all we wanted them to have a feeling of self worth. We loved these kids more than life itself. You see, there was one more child that we rarely speak of. We lost a son several years after our first was born. We lost a future that we will never know. Perhaps this is why we were even more determined to help nurture and teach our remaining children to be loving, caring, confident, successful and last but not least, self-driven independent thinkers. My son's music career was not born from our music talents. Oh no!! I have just enough knowledge of music to embarrass my son as he tries to engage us in conversation about a particular piece of classical music. His mother nor I had a music background to speak of. Yet, my son has done well. Amazingly, we never had to remind him to practice. We merely were supportive of his talent. Love, support and a little direction...or common sense. We had a hard time providing direction since we knew...oh how can I put this in an eloquent yet understandable way... WE KNOW JACK SQUAT ABOUT MUSIC!!!! I believe that adequately sums up our understanding of music. I am sure our son will strongly agree with our self-appraisement of our musical knowledge. There is something very special about watching a passionate flame ignite in a young persons heart. A flame that is eternal. A flame that you as a parent do not have to fuel. You know at this point, that they will do well. This person will make it. They will be successful. They will love what they do...They will love doing it. We love our children more than anything. We will always be there to support them in all that they do. We will be there to celebrate. We will be there to offer a shoulder to cry on. May the road rise to meet you September 17 The Back RoomIn a recent trip to Chicago, we decided to take in some great Jazz music. There is a small jazz club on Rush Street, the Back Room, that brings in some of the best talent that Jazz has to offer. Because the club is so small, you are up close and personal with everyone. The music is so good that you quickly forget that the person at the next table is almost sitting in your lap. When the band lays it down...you quickly forget where and who you are with. Last night was no exception. The Bobby Lewis Quartet was putting it all together. Which brings me to my topic...Is there anyone alive who does not enjoy a great saxophone solo? There is something about the sax that is hypnotic. It rounds the sharp edges. It's high and mid range tones bring the instrument so close to emulating the human voice. When sax solos, you are taken to another dimension and time. It's sound reverberating, entrancing while sounds change in a rapid fire sequence. Then it slows down, the color changes. Your frame of mind changes. You go from high energy room.. tapping your foot and rocking side to side, to a very calm....serene....placid place. The color changes from a very bright vivid color...energy packed to dark and subdued. Turn on you local "Smooth Jazz" radio station for a few songs. One of them will feature a sax solo. Note how your mood changes. Just maybe it's what the doctor ordered for that "day from hell". I will assure you, the sound will take you to heaven just long enough to put your soul at ease. Listen to some Jazz music..... and your day will look much better. September 15 It's AliveMy schedule has sunk into a rhythm. I wake at an early hour. Read my email, CNN and local newspaper online. Check my blogs. The coffee is done. The deep rich aroma of a freshly brewed dark roast coffee fills the kitchen air. The first and only cup is enough to jump start this old mind and body. I head off to the gym. Before I leave the gym for work, I have a strange feeling. I feel as though I need to call home. The house is empty. The kids are away at college and my oldest is enjoying the beginnings of her adult life. I move on and head into the office refreshed and ready to begin the day. During the work day, I once again feel that urge to call home. Not anyone in particular, just dial the home phone. I am not sure who, but I really would like for someone to be there. Somehow I feel out on the edge, as if I am out on a boat without an anchor I have thoughts about why I chose to move into a larger house. Did I make the right decision? At the time we all needed additional space, and this house had ample room. This past weekend, the house was full of my children and their friends. The third weekend since their departure in conjunction with an annual festival proved to be just the excuse for a quick visit. It was simply the best time that I have shared with my children in their young adult lives. I have the sense that they are starting their next stages in maturity. The parenting/youth walls are coming down being slowly replaced by a connection of friendship. We enjoyed each others company and were saddened by the reality that this time will come to an end. Sunday came all too quickly. We all enjoyed a nice breakfast together around the kitchen island. The kitchen island seems to be the focal point in our house for most activities. We all seem to gravitate towards this area at the beginning and end of the day. We said our goodbyes knowing that the next stretch of time until our next visit would be much longer. Towards the end of the work day, I still have this feeling that something is drawing me home. After work I return to an empty house. I cut the grass, clean up and grab a bite to eat for dinner. I sit at an empty kitchen island, looking across towards empty stools. Strangely I find myself sitting at the island for an hour. The door bell brakes a trance that I was in..thinking of the times when my children were there. It is my next door neighbor. A New England transplant with a thick New England accent still intact. We exchange greetings as he hands me two packages that were delivered to his house in my absence. My twin’s year books from high school have arrived. Great an excuse to call!!!
A child arrived just the other day, September 07 The Good News Then....It HappenedSon: Hey dad, My auditions went well. I’ve made principal chair in the orchestra Me: Oh man that is cool…WOW!! Man I am so happy for you. Son: Yeah Me: Wow!!! Oh man I don’t know what to say. …I knew you would do well. Son: Some of the other freshmen did not make it up to the performing orchestras. Me: You know how that goes, you had to grow accustom to that when you joined the orchestra in Chicago… Son: Yeah, I am so thankful I stuck with it. I gained a great deal of experience form my music director. He treated us like professionals. Me: Well son this is great!! I will let your music teachers and old band director know the good news. Son: Cool, I was going to email them as well… Me: Ok…How is everything else going? Son: Oh ok…I kinda spent a lot on books Me: Yeah, no news there Son: Well I was not anticipating that much Me: Now, I warned you, were they more than what you had budgeted? Son: No, but I was hoping they would be less Me: Well, there you go.. Learn to budget your money. Son: Well yeah but, there are other things I want to do…you know since I am here and all Me: Yeah well I can’t blame you there Son: Can you send me some more spending money? Me: I ummm aaaaa ummm where is the money that you put into your account before you moved out? Son: I kinda spent it on things Me: You ummmm (deep breath, keep cool) You What? Son: Yeah I need more money Me: (having visions of the first tuition bill form a private university that arrived in the mail one month before my son moved out) Ummm Uggg, I ummmm yeah ummm uggg Son: Dad you OK? Me: Monnnneyyyy ummmggg what the ugggg yeahlllll Son: Dad you are making no sense what so ever? Should I call Aunt G? Are you having a stroke? Me: I uuuummmm geee yyyyyyy Mon….How the H E double Hockey Sticks… Son: Dad please calm down, Hey I made first chair right…that’s cool Me: I aaaaaaa uuggggg Mon…what the …grrrrrrr Then it happened. I do not remember how it happened, but I pressed the off button on the wireless phone so hard it indented into the plastic case….. September 03 Saturday Night LightsIt’s a Saturday night. The house is eerily quiet and still. For the first time, I can hear the house. Noises that once fell in the background are calling for attention. It seems that I can identify every moving part by the noise it creates. Each component has it own personality. The creaks of the house settling adds to the score. I find this chorus a bit unsettling. I try to catch an early night of sleep. After a short slumber, I awake exactly at 11:30. I have a strange feeling that someone is standing at the foot of my bed. But there is no one. I am alone. I toss and turn only to find that I am no longer sleepy. A restless feeling overcomes me. I can no longer lay here. I try to find comfort in a deck chair on the back deck with a glass of wine. The wine tastes different. Although I am sure the difference only is present in my mind. The taste of wine tends to take on the characteristics of the company for which it is shared. The night air is still and quiet. I can hear the squirrels move through the trees. Looking upwards, through the branches and leaves, I see the stars sparkle. The lights of a commercial airliner move slowly cross the sky. The yard below is dark. Faint images of trees and brush are illuminated by the night sky. The leaves and branches are still. Periodically a faint breeze moves through stirring the brush carring a sweet fragrance from the flower beds Breaking through the stillness of the night, I hear the faint sounds of a distant radio or TV. It is someone singing. Not a perfect pitch but full of emotion. I find a peace here that is calming and washing. The noises in my mind are settling as to bow before the wonderful view. It would seem that my life has taken a new direction. My schedule is no long set out before me. I can finally work on the projects that have been pushed aside. The garage walls need a new coat of paint. The lawn in the back yard needs seeding. The flower beds need attention. Although there is plenty work around the house, I feel as if there is unfinished business elsewhere. Perhaps I need to once again review my priorities. Is it the house or something/someone else that needs my attention? Perhaps it is what will bring me peace and happiness. Perhaps it is what will bring another peace and happiness. I am sure the night sky holds the answers to my questions. I am bound to spend more time below the lights of the stars until the answers are as clear as the night sky. September 01 The Re-Naming of Windows Live SpacesSuggestions for the new Windows Live Spaces Names 1. Windows "Space Unavailable" Spaces 2. Windows "Gone Fishing" Spaces 3. Windows "He Died of Natural Causes Waiting for His Space to Update" Spaces 4. Windows "It's Taken Me One Hour to Make One Correction" Spaces 5. Windows "Who the @#$#% is Joey and why the HELL is he inviting me to his freakin friends list" Spaces Please feel free to contribute...I will forward our suggestions on to the Windows Live You Name It We Own It... development team. 360 is looking better all the time..... August 30 StrangersOn March 4, 1993, Jim Valvano delivered an inspirational speech as he was being honored with the Arthur Ashe Courage Award. His body weak and being consumed by cancer, Jim Valvano required assistance to get on and off the stage. Once he arrived at the podium, he mustered the energy and courage to deliver one of the most inspirational and emotional speeches since Lou Gehrig spoke before a packed Yankee Stadium on July 4, 1939. Towards the end of his acceptance speech, Jim Valvano, as only a man living his last days could do, delivered this profound statement ; “I just got one last thing, I urge all of you, all of you, to enjoy your life, the precious moments you have. To spend each day with some laughter and some thought, to get your emotions going. To be enthusiastic every day and [as] Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Nothing great could be accomplished without enthusiasm" -- to keep your dreams alive in spite of problems whatever you have. The ability to be able to work hard for your dreams to come true, to become a reality. (Jim Valvano 1993 ESPY Awards March 4, 1993) It is a shame that a dying man’s words must inspire us to live our lives to the fullest. To enjoy life. To think. “Spend time in thought” as Valvano stated repeatedly. Thought…Reflection…Meditation. Many fail to spend needed time reflecting on their actions or their path in life. A friend of mine shared a recent experience with me. During a trip to the store, he saw a female acquaintance. He stopped briefly to exchange the usual greetings. My friend has always lacked self-confidence. Never felt comfortable talking with members of the opposite sex. His marriage of ten years ended in a heart breaking brutal parting that made the opposite sex seem even more alien. As my friend began to deliver a detailed recounting of his conversation, I quietly wished for speedy ending. He went on to recall every word…. “Hello, how was your weekend?…Fine and your weekend?” “Goodbye, have a great day, take it easy” A conversation that remained strictly on the surface. The very next day he saw his friend in a car, crying. As she quickly looked up and recognized my friend, she dried her eyes, smiled, waved started her car and quickly pulled out of the parking lot. We all are ships passing in the night. We are all like marching ants… “Take these chances place them in a box until a quieter time” August 26 Forever Young
Teaching by example.
Nurturing and guiding.
Compassion and understanding.
Support and unconditional love
Just a few elements of parenting. Parenting…expressing one’s love and devotion through their actions. The lyrics to Forever Young seems to say it all….. May the good Lord be with you The best of luck, love and wishes to my kids. I will be right here when you come home. Love Dad August 13 Two Schools, Two Students, Empty RoomsThe time has come. One moves out next week, the other following week. We knew this was coming. Like a freight train's whistle, the dates have stared at us from the calendar. Nothing has prepared us for these two leaving.
Now what? We are trying our best to plan our time alone. Concerts will be less frequent, games have come to an end. We are not giving up the super fan face paint and signs, just changing the colors.
Now a regret rings out. Have I spent enough time with my son and daughter? Have I tried to pass on what little I know. Will they know how to fix their own stuff...be it a computer problem or a simple mechanical issue in their respective dorm room. As hard as it is to believe, these two have not shared my love of technology. They have acquired enough knowledge to perform basic tasks, but that is where it stops.
Advantages
1. The reclaiming of rooms. Oh no, we will keep their rooms intact. These two have expanded their boundaries beyond their rooms...Family room, walk-in storage closet, library all have been taken over by our occupants.
2. No longer will be woken at 11:30 p.m. to announce their arrival. Usually, they turn on our bedroom light and stand at the foot of my bed until I awake.
3. A 1/2 gallon of ice cream will last longer than one hour. We do not eat ice cream often. However our children have a built sensor that detects the presence of icc-cream within a miles radius of our home. My son who is 5'10" tall and weighs 160 lbs. has been know to consume a whole gallon of ice cream in a single sitting.
4. Private conversations will truly be private. My daughter can hear a conversation from any corner of our home. Within minutes, she is usually questioning or adding to the conversation. DHS could use her talents I am sure.
5. Finding more time to blog!!!! For those who do not know how to stop the RSS feed to my space, this may be a clear disadvantage.
Disadvantages
1. The empty space will bring back memories.
2. What to do when we awake at 11:30 pm expecting our lights to turn on...or at 12:30 am, waiting to hear some lame excuse about not finding a gas station that was open or waiting for a check at the local dinner. We've listened to every conceivable excuse. We plan to publish a book containing a list of these excuses hoping to guild the inexperienced parent of teenager(s).
3. The left over ice cream will be tempting!!!
4. Talking to ourselves ... explaining the conversation we just had on the phone to no one in particular.
5. Worrying about my spelling and grammar errors on my space while I am at work. July 04 Who are you?Who are you?
Just who do you think you are? Are you any particular type? Are you plain? Are you fancy? Are you complicated? Are you simple?
So before you begin to bask These are the questions that I must ask?
Are you kind and caring? Are you cold and selfish? Are you overbearing?
Do you think before you do? Are you often biting off more that you can chew?
Are you the one to ask about matching colors in a room? Or is your sense of style gone out the window with the whisk of a broom?
Do you wake eager to start? Or do you wonder if the inventor of the alarm had a heart?
Do you think before you vote? Or does the winner just get your goat?
Are you thoughtful in your choices? Or when you are alone do you hear voices?
Do you like to entertain? Or does the thought of company drive you insane?
Do you pray for a better time? Oh my I am running out words that rhyme?
Are you one to plan? Or do you have trouble taking out the garbage can?
When there are things to be done, do you tell your guest they must not stay? Or do you talk about times past until you’re grey?
As you read these questions and ponder the reason Their answers will not come until the next season
Are you one to search for facts? Or do you find the truth pinned up with tacks?
Is your reasoning well founded? Or is your brain well grounded?
Do you find time for family and friends? Or it's you and yourself, that's where it all ends?
Do you often lend a hand of help? Or do you sit in a bar drinking an ale brewed in Bandakelp?
Do you help others less fortunate that you?
Do you believe in a better life? Or do you think the present is your strife?
OK this must come to an end… For if I continue I will be left without a friend.
Good day and goodnight to you all I must go before I stall
Enjoy the 4th with the ones you love. And please remember, at the fire works, Do not push and shove!!! June 24 Words of WisdomOK, you fathers of teenage girls who are about to graduate or maybe young adults about to marry PLEASE READ!!!…Those cute bathtub shots when they are two-eight months old….Don’t use them in the slide show!!!! Her twin brother did not mind ( he laughed)…but my daughter blew a gasket when she looked up and saw herself at the age of eight months standing up in the tub. It took three boys to hold her back from destroying a $2000 video projector and $1800 laptop. A special father-daughter moment. At that age she was a very healthy baby. Looked like a sumo wrestler!! I would share it with all of you, it's is abosolutely the cutest picture you will ever see. But there are sickos out there...so sorry. Another mistake was made....The mothers had come up with the idea to put childhood pictures on sticks and place them in flower pots on each table. My oldest daughter, quickly called us on this one. A picture that we thought was my youngest daughter, was actually a picture of my oldest daughter!!! Mark, date or name those pictures files!!!! You will thank me for the advise when the time comes. June 21 I will miss these two....While digging through childhood pictures of my twins, preparing a PowerPoint for their high school graduation open house, I was overwhelmed by the amount of memories that bubbled up from the past. The pre-school moments, skits in elementary school, the sports and band and more sports and more music. The dances, the times of trouble and times of joy. As I am naturally proud and happy of their success, I do have a moment of jealousy from time to time. These two had parents that loved them from the time they saw their tiny images on the ultrasound screen. Parents that show their unparalleled support. Parents that have sacrificed much on their behalf. Our oldest daughter understands our special attraction to these two. She had her brief moments of jealousy herself, until she realized recently that we would sacrifice everything we have for her safety and health. I hope this short burst of words may touch upon that guarded parental love that some safeguard. We all must remember that our parents worked hard to support us. It was uncommon or not socially acceptable to express ones love as openly as we do today. But it was unspoken. The midnight shifts, the extra hours at the store, the tightening of the money belt, the “let’s do whatever it takes to help our children become successful adults" state of mind.” Here’s to all the great children, their parents and their parent's parents as we celebrate success and the passage of time.
June 20 That's the way we roll!!!To this day it amazes me that certain people in the public sector refuse to accept technology as a key element in our lives. Thomas Friedmand mentions these folks in his book “The World is Flat”. A great read that mentions technology as one of the “world flatteners”.
Unfortunately I have the great opportunity to work with a few of these technology challenged. I have conceded that these lobotomized zombies will continue to walk in our lives, disrupting society with their statements such as;
How does he know how to do that?
She is such a wiz at this stuff?
I try my best to be understanding of these sincere yet tech fearing people. However, there is a subculture within this group that I truly despise. The group that does not admit to their technology misfires within their cranial area. The group that calls themselves the authority on technology when things go wrong. The group that is quick to blame the IT staff when there is a thunderstorm that usually causes a power outage. If we are the superhuman race that can have such an affect on God’s great creation, no one informed me of these great and wondrous powers. I would use my superhuman powers to invoke a hell raising storm every time the Cubs are down in the bottom of the 7th and the bullpen is once again called on to try to savage the game. Dusty if you are reading this, there are pitchers out there that can remain healthy for more than two games a time. GO FIND THEM AND SIGN THEM!!! PLEASE!!!!
One of the holders of infinite knowledge actually had the audacity to blame the IT staff for not being able to access a particular file on a website. As if the IT staff is responsible for the design of every website. A quick investigation found that the file was removed since the departments reporting deadline had come and gone months ago. Not only did this person blame the lack of a file on the IT staff, she also shouldered them as the sole reason she missed the deadline. For this a valued IT staff member will probably be dismissed since the management in this particular division lacks a good understanding of technology as well.
I would like to put out a call for a national technology test that would be the equivalent to a driving test at the DMV. If a person who wishes to hold a good paying position that requires a basic understanding of technology fails such a test, they must resign immediately.
Putting the soap box away for now. Blood pressure is rising at this altitudes.
Have you hugged your IT guy or gal today? June 15 Life is like a low pressure area.....The twins graduated from high school. College plans are made.
I was about to post a weather related story a month ago. A low pressure area parked itself over Lake Michigan. This unusual low pressure area created a circular weather pattern that disrupted our west to east patter that directly affected by the jetstream. A radar image from that time would show what looked like a hurricane in the southern section of Lake Michigan. This low pressure area put a kink into all of the long and short term computer models that many meteorologist use to forecast weather. It was an interesting thing to witness. Thunderstorm after thunderstorm crossed the northwest Indiana area for two weeks. We had received record precipitation levels for that period of time. But…I just could not find the time to post. This is the first visit in months to the spaces.
My son had seemed to have concerts every day. My daughter's track meets were on days in which there were no concerts. Then we had the days of concert conflicting with track meet. Our daily activity resembled the weather pattern I described above. Huge, and sucking everything in from three states. Yep sir that was our day to day agenda. Track meet there, a concert here….. I love attending their activities…but we were so relieved on their graduation night.
I am rethinking my plan for Every Angle. I know what a few of you are thinking to yourselves collectively “Here Bill goes again!!”. “First he promises us more stories from home then he bolts!!!” “Then he starts this weather thingy that never took off, I’m dropping my RSS feed from this loser’s space”
I am going to return to writing about what I enjoy most. My family and life as I see it. If you don’t like it…tough!!!
See ya soon!! March 17 So maybe in another week....Sorry for the delay. Life has been a real treat lately. Too much to explain!!! I am working on my first weather post for the Chicago area. I really out did the local meteorologist. They were forecasting 2”-4” yesterday afternoon. A quick review of the Doppler radar in combination with the barometric pressure in the area and the moving high pressure fronts in the west….I just did not believe it. I forecasted ½” of precipitation without an accumulation.
I promise to get a few postings going. Just hold onto to your shorts folks!!!
BTW...Congrats to Jaime Campbell of "I want to tell you" for the MSN Spaces thing....Way to go Jaime!!! February 12 Every Angle coming back online!!!Sorry for the Every Angle hiatus, however those of you who stayed tuned knew it was for a very good reason. Every Angle is going to take a new angle if you will. As many of you know, I have a passion for environmental sciences. Since I was very young, meteorology has always been a science that drew my fascination. For those who are interested, if you leave me a comment with the city or area you would like weather info for, I will post weather forecasts and weather related stories for that area. I am afraid that Every Angle will take a much less personal venue for the time being. Although I will state, the problem that provoked the temporary hold of Every Angle is near resolution. Take care and have a great day. |
Yep, out did the on-air meteorologists once again. Just slap some makeup on me and plop me in front of a blue screen. I can point and smile |
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