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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Traffic Termoil
Over the course of the past week, I've put in my share of time out and about and around the various shopping venues. I can't really say at this point what seems worse: driving to and around the stores or actually being in the stores and becoming challenged with the lack of room in which to maneuver my 4 foot cart in a 3 foot isle packed with others doing the same. Regardless of which one is the worse of evils, I'm beefing today about the first issue ... the driving!
I'm sitting at a four way stop and I'm next to go once the car directly across from me makes it through the intersection. My anticipation of being next builds with each full rotation of the car wheels. I slowly begin my slow creep forward in order to make the appropriate left hand turn when THIS CAR with a headless driver begins it's traffic movement directly following the car I was waiting on! I quickly look for a tow rope because this could be the only reasonable explanation for the premature crossing. Finding no said rope or chain, my gaze finds it's way to the driver seat in order for me to properly give the societal 'Hey, what gives?' look, but all I see are knuckles. That's right, knuckles,... clutching the wheel (10 and 2) and a fluff of gray hair. "Well, this can't be safe." The little lady had her eyes fixed directly on the car in front of her and damn the rules of the road, if she's in motion (slow motion), then others must respect her right of way and just adapt. This can't be correct though? Aren't their motor vehicle personnel who would stop such a thing? Shouldn't a license be given to those who can abide by universal common law rules of the road and not the rules of age? Where are the family members of this woman and why aren't they out looking for her? Perhaps even giving her tips on things such as, when to proceed through a four way stop.
Moments following the four-way debacle, I'm heading down a four lane road fixed between two major shopping stores. The chance of getting from one side to the other was near impossible with the traffic flowing in all four lanes. Yet, you know where this is heading? Damn the rules of the road, there's shopping to be had! All of a sudden, where even an experienced gamer in Frogger would have not dared leaped, there goes another elderly driver making the dash (no,.. a slow crawl) across all four lanes. Drivers on both sides begin hitting their brakes in hopes of avoiding a collision and all the probable insurance mess to follow. Like the parting of the Red Sea, cars came to a halt allowing the safe passage of this unlawful elderly speed racer. You have to be kidding? Another one? What is happening on our roadways?
Finally we had made our destination to the next store of isle horrors. As we began our pass in front of the store's entrance we came to our customary stop in order to let the pedestrians make the crossing in safety. As the group passed, there remained a lone straggler shuffling her way one line crossing at a time. With her pace at best equivalent to Tortuga, we waited and watched as she took her final step up onto the sidewalk. I kept scanning the lot, thinking there had to be someone with her, someone locking up the car or forgot something in the car and had to retrieve it. Nothing. No one.
"What do you think her reaction time is like in a car when it comes to making those quick decisions?" Kim said allowed.
"Not good, I would imagine," I replied as we found a parking spot. "Someone is going to end up in a serious accident at some point."
I've heard my parents talk about driving and the elderly before. I even understand the independence you take away from someone when they can't drive. Sam, our 15 year old, knows the lack of independence, but at what point do we stop the insanity of this blind, wishful driving? I had a thought the other day (as impractical as it may be) - beefed up bumper cars created for the elderly. Perhaps even separate driving lanes, similar to the ones they have for bicycles. With our society growing older, there will be more drivers out there who go at their own pace and their own rules.
I'm curious to know what the feelings and thoughts of others are. It's not a new issue, but it's one that's never been solved really.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
And Now I've Been Told Twice
"I'm on IT!"
With the recent departure of our beloved American Bulldog, Mojo to cancer, we decided to go in search of a new puppy. Enter Riley, the Whoodle. What's a Whoodle? Great question. Twenty years ago it would have been a mut, a mix, a non-specific type dog.
(Right: a photo of a grown Whoodle)
Today a Whoodle is considered a 'designer dog'. Part Poodle, Part Wheaten the Whoodle will will grow into,... a mut,... a non-shedding, allergy free, medium sized, bundle of happy go lucky, mut. The lady we got Riley from is currently working at getting the Whoddle recognized by the AKC as a bread she refers to as the Village Terrier. Now I have about as much knowledge regarding dog breeds as I do identifying what wine goes with what meal. So her telling me about the Village Terrier only makes me wish I had a good wine to go with my meal (what wine goes with basket of smelt?).
Riley is fairly brownish-red with a black muzzle, but as she grows, her hair color should change into a similar color as the dog above. She should grow to about 30 pounds. Quite a difference from Mojo, who strolled the neighborhood at around 115 or so.
With two weeks off before heading back to school, we have plenty of time to acclamate our new family member and to catch up on any sleep missed during the night due to potty training.
Merry Christmas
PS: I am working on the Christmas Note,... New Years Note next!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Matter of Tradition
It's also become a tradition as to who carries the sharp object into the wilderness. "I got the saw!",..."No, I do!!" This is usually where I step in and control the blade of death before we end up making the unnecessary trip to the ER. Once we have our tree cart, we are set for the long eighth mile walk into the tree field.
Our third standing tradition has always been that each member selects their number one choice before we go with the one I want. This year Sam and Max thought that mocking me should be added to the list of traditions as they selected their choices. Little did they know that if their tree selections had actually had tags on them - we would have been on our way home!
Once we find the tree, it's a family effort to cut it down. With the size tree we often hunt, it's worthy of Paul Bunyen, and surely worthy of all of us pitching in to bring it down. After dropping the mammoth size lumber, there's but one solitary tradition left to go - Hoisting the Tree in Victory! I wouldn't recommend this unless you've had some sort of proper training and/or have been cleared by your doctor.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
Friday, December 18, 2009
Ahhhh, Reading
Friday, December 11, 2009
Need to Know,.. or just,.. No Need
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Popcorn Snow
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Give a Little .... at a time
Thursday, December 03, 2009
Lit Up
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
All For 10 Minutes
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sweet 13
Monday, November 23, 2009
OYAM
"Did you post?" Kim sat across from me this morning as we reclined in the first of many waiting rooms, sipping down our morning caffeine.
"Huh?" I was fairly certain what she meant, but in order to deflect the question, buy some time to down a few more sips of 'Ahhhhh, that's good', and to hopefully have something / anything else suddenly happen that would distract her from the original question, I reckoned the 'huh' retort would be sufficient.
"You heard me," there it was. The no non-sense 'you heard me' response. As if she had been down this road with me before and knew that I was dodging, ducking, and generally in avoidance of any responsibilities. "You didn't post,... did you?" She knew the answer, but in the grand scheme of things, just needed to hear me admit to it.
"I will," taking another drink in order to pump myself up for more quick, diverse thinking in case she had more matter of fact questions for me,... like, 'Did you remember to charge your cell phone so that it works and I can get a hold of you if I need to?' Any one who knows me well, knows that I'm against cell phones when it comes to them ringing anywhere and everywhere. Half the time I have mine, it's more for show because it's either off or has a dead battery that I forget to charge.
Okay, enough about my cell phone habits,... we're back at Mayo for a series of scans and tests. Hannah's been jumping from one waiting room to the next with us in tow. SO far we've managed a couple heart tests, an MRI, and currently wait for the CT. It's not the tests that are the most nerve racking of all (unless you were to ask Hannah about needles - she may have a different view). It's that first doctor's visit... the one in which you hear the results of the tests. You would think it's something you just get use to, but unfortunately it's kind of like taking the driver's license test - you feel fairly confident going into the test, but there's also a touch of apprehension that there may be something on the test that you weren't ready for and may not be able to answer correctly. That's pretty much it in a nutshell,.. just magnified by a lot.
"I posted," writing accomplished, I was happy to report back to Kim that I found some quiet time to jot a few lines. Thanks for reading. I will live to write another day!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
What's Your Response?
"Where's your homework?"
Response #1:
Student: "Well,... you see it's like this. My mom said you were teaching it wrong and by the time she taught me the right way, it was time for me to go to bed."
Response #2:
Student: "Our wood floors were being done last night and my homework was inside the house and I couldn't go in to get it."
Mr. Kelly: "How did your homework get in to the house in the first place?"
Student: "I put it there. How do you think?"
Response #3:
Student: "I planned to do it last night when I got home, but then the plans changed."
Mr. Kelly: "Oh, I see. Did your parents take you somewhere or you had some family thing that popped up?"
Student: "No."
Mr. Kelly: "So, no emergency,... no unforeseen trip out,... you were just at home,.. all night?"
Student: "Well,... yeah. Can I turn it in tomorrow and can you not count it late?"
Response #4:
Student: "I just had it and now it's GONE!"
Mr. Kelly: "Where did you just have it?"
Student: "I'm pretty sure it was right here! (pointing at the desk top)"
Mr. Kelly: "Well, let's check around to make sure that it didn't fly off somewhere." I made my way back to the hanging file folders to check the outgoing mail for students.
Student: "Oh no,... I know it was here! And now it's gone, just like that!!"
Mr Kelly: "Would this be your paper that you're looking for? And would this be the papers you never took home last night? (holding up a full file folder)"
Response #5:
Student: "You never gave me the assignment."
Mr. Kelly: "Yes I did. I passed it out to everyone in class."
Student: "I must have been gone."
Mr. Kelly: "Then I would have laid it on your desk."
Student: "It must have fell off then."
Mr. Kelly: "So what did you do when you returned from your trip, from where ever you went, and we spent 40 minutes working on the assignment in class yesterday?"
Student: "I don't know. You never gave me the assignment."
Student 2 walks in: "We worked on it together yesterday. Mine's right here (holds up the paperwork)."
Student: "Oh that assignment! I know I did it, but I can't find it."
Response #6:
Student: "I left it in my backpack."
Mr. Kelly: "Where's your backpack?"
Student: "In my locker."
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Simmer Down Now
The noise began to elevate and bodies started moving from their once stationary position seated behind a desk. I snapped my mind from my happy place back to the classroom. While it's true I was using Love and Logic rather than screaming from the top of my lungs EVERYBODY BE QUIET!,... I had the final part of my sentence to finish, the one that I had begun five minutes earlier,.. the ending to a sentence that would prove who was still in charge of the room,.. the ending to a sentence that would be considered the knock out punch in a prize fight,... "I'll wait for everyone to be quiet. What I don't cover in class today will be homework." BOOM, there it was! I laid out the end of a sentence with the calm of a storm before the worst is unleashed. Only I wasn't unleashing, I was calmified. I didn't need to repeat myself,... you really need just one kid to hear the word homework and you immediately have the numbers on your side.
Room established to order.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Book Week IS Here
The Return to Galien. Since graduating from Galien in 1984, I've made several trips back and a lot has changed over the course of 25 years (the biggest one being the shut down of GHS). Another change is the library. "You'll be very impressed when you return to see the upgrades we've made to the library," Linda told me as we talked about the book signing. To be honest, I was never one for stopping in the library much. Probably because it was located near the baseball field and tennis court and if I made the trip to town, chances were it was likely to go to a court or field before sitting in the library with a good book. "I think I will be be very surprised," I replied.
I do have memories of going to the library, after all, it happened to be located across the street from my grandparents house, which probably gave me an escape from the evening news with my grandpa,... and I'm sure one or two of my teachers gave me cause for research. I remember a small, quaint room which housed tall shelves, or at least they seemed tall to a little boy. It held that inescapable book smell that is best described as 'old'. I also recall an elderly woman who managed the library, never talked to me much, which seemed good for me, because I didn't really have much to say. And then there was this window in the back that seem to light the small room with a sense of life. I remember thinking that if I ever needed to get out of there quick,.. that window would make the perfect exit. Of course, I never had a reason to use it.
I'm looking forward to seeing the upgrades and spending some time in a library that I spent more time riding by on the way to play then I did actually stopping in. If you find yourself in Galien this Tuesday, stop by (I don't think there's a game going on at the field), stop in, and I have a good book for you. Tuesday, November 3, 7-8 PM.
If you're in Niles this weekend,.. the Niles Star reports:
Local authors to gather for signing
By JESSICA SIEFF
Niles Daily Star
For painters, there are murals and galleries and museums.
For sculptors there are tons of sand and blocks of ice that make their way to downtown Niles each year. For musicians – air to breathe and wind to carry the sound from the Riverfront Amphitheater.
But there is another art form alive and well in Niles, if not a little hidden – the art of the written word. Four local authors will be on hand in downtown Niles for a group signing of some of their work Nov. 7.
“There are a lot of writers in Niles,” said Stephani Wuthnow, one of the authors who will be signing copies of her book at Color Me Christian at 101 E. Main St. in Niles on Nov. 7 from 11 a.m. to 2 p.m.
The authors may all be local writers but their featured works seem distinctly different, offering a variety for readers who make their way downtown for the signing.
Joining Wuthnow on Wednesday, Nov. 7 will be:
• MaryBeth Seal, author of the novel ‘Valley Girl.’ “We have all been a valley a girl at some time or another,” Seal writes on the book’s back cover. “Walking through valleys of trouble, sorrow, even the shadow of death is something we all can relate to.”
Where finding a way out of trouble and sorrow may be the subject of Seal’s novel, romance and Scotland serve as the backdrop for ‘Edwina,’ by Patricia Strefling.
The book describes the title character as”a small town librarian” who “loves her predictable lifestyle.” After her stepsister bails on a trip to Scotland, Edwina is left “exhausted and alone in Edinburgh,” where she “collapses into the arms of a tall Scot.” Her adventures with a new cast of characters serve as inspiration for Edwina, in Strefling’s “sweet romance” for readers from teens and up.
Strefling already has a sequel to the book in mind.
• David Kelly’s book ‘Time Out’ brings a new perspective to the phrase in his recollection of his daughter’s fight with cancer.
In the book, Kelly “recounts his family’s journey as his daughter, Hannah, battles a rare form of childhood cancer.
“At the time of her prognosis,” as the book describes, “Hannah was a fun-loving, ten-year-old girl who was looking forward to a summer playing basketball.
“Instead, she and her family would be at the Mayo Clinic, entering into the unknown medical world of oncology, radiology, and childhood cancer support. With thousands of newly-diagnosed children per year, Time Out not only walks you through experiences shared by many but inspires you with this family’s story of faith, strength, and hope.”
• Pastor Kevin Hester of Coloma is also making his way to Color Me Christian Nov. 7. with his books that focus on the harms caused by gossip. The ‘Gossip Free’ series looks at the dangers of the practice of gossip as it affects teens and young adults, children and even the workplace.
And Wuthnow brings a fresh take on teaching children about music in “A Musical Mouse in a Rhythmical House.”
Wuthnow said the “engaging storybook” can serve as a child’s first music lesson and is the first in a series that she’s planning for publication for young children ages 5-8.
“A Musical Mouse” focuses on the principals of music and how to work well with other musicians through the art of storytelling.
“The delightful secret is, adults who wish to begin learning music can also benefit from this series,” Wuthnow states about her book. “The appealing story line and illustrations of this book teach young children basics of rhythm, and resource ideas for parents and teachers are featured in the back pages of the book.”
Wuthnow said there will be door prizes and light refreshments during the signing.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
I WANT an A!
I wish I could have used that line throughout my entire educational career - 'Well, I don't know what that science professor was thinking by giving me a B in biology. Doesn't he realize I got an A in 3rd grade science , which covered all the science disciplines, not just one?'
The pressure to achieve is always a bit of a puzzle for me. Not that the pressure is there, but more from the standpoint of where the pressure comes from (student, parents, or peers). Sometimes I have students that experience all three. They have the parents who talk constantly about 'A's or failure', followed by their own pressure to maintain an A or feel like a failure, increased by friends who also strive for the A.
As the teacher, I've always found that students who prepare, focus on their studies, put in their best effort, and follow through on their assignments, tend to do rather well. Yet, it's the students who have the A's already that come in and request / demand the extra credit work to ensure their chances of not only the A, but possibly the A++.
To my demise / fault I try and let these students know that it's okay to let the grade handle itself and they can focus on learning. What a concept! We actually put aside the goal of a grade and learn something. The problem with my attempt is that most parents view this as my interfering with the grand plan of the aforementioned straight A plan. After all, no matter how many times I say it, some believe that colleges do look at elementary records for entry.
Let me set something straight,... I like grades. I like the goal setting, I like the attempt to attain, and I even like showing kids how close they are to making their goals with bi-monthly reports. I think it's life when we get to see where we sometimes fall short, sometimes where we can relax and breathe easy, and other times where we are right on track. Grades give that gauge to students. Heck, whenever one of my kids come home after bombing an assignment or test, it usually sends up a flare that there's something we need to review and work on. It signifies that learning was neglected and more effort must be put forth. It does not indicate that the world has stopped spinning, that the college application stack needs to be reduced, or that life as we know it has suddenly and drastically taken a turn for the worse.
So how do you get this point across when a child walks in and says, "My mom wants to know if you can give me extra credit so I can get the highest grade in class." Most of the time, I don't. It's heart breaking to see a child put under this kind of pressure, but this kid is my student, not my own child. It's really important to put on a smile and reassure that student that know matter what, I appreciate their effort,... and we don't do extra credit to make goals,... that's what daily work is for.
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.
- Edison
I would love to hear how other teachers feel about this topic.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
On the Net
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Measure of Winning
What's the measure of winning? Surely there can only be one team / player that ends on a winning note.
State Champion.
National Champion.
World Champion.
I believe it comes down to expectations. If you reach a certain plateau and know that taking the next level is well beyond your reach,... then if failure is met, winning doesn't seem to be much of a measurement. However, if your expectations are in line with success and you don't meet the mark,.. then winning becomes the end all. But should it really matter? Winners say 'yes' to this question, while the losing side says 'no'. Take for example the Notre Dame v. USC game to be played today. Clearly USC has dominated and created a history of winning over Notre Dame, yet will they fold or concede their season if they lose? I don't believe that's the way it goes. It's just a matter of dealing with the disappointment of losing before you pick yourself up, refocus on what's ahead, and talk of a new day where winning is the target. It's called competition - something we strive to eliminate in our schools because we don't want kids to have to deal with disappointment. It's why in some youth arenas the score is not kept. Right or wrong,... it's our way of helping the little ones cope and keeping some over-zealous parents in check.
Sam's tennis just wrapped up the State Tennis Tournament where he and his partner (Alex) made it to the third round before dropping a close one. Just over half of the flights on his team dropped matches in the third, with a few playing on.
"I don't want to talk. Not NOW." There were several of these conversations held between players and parents as the day went on, as teams lost their chance to define their season. I couldn't help but think that while these boys will take a few moments to drop to the depths of disappointment, it's the bounce back that really defines them. Ranked #4 in the State and shooting for the Team State Championship, I know that they are disappointed, but the fact remains that you play to compete, you compete to win, you define yourself and your team by where you are, where you want to be, and how will you get there.
"So, what's in store for next year?" I asked Sam as we sat on the couch at home after a long day of tennis.
"A lot of work," he replied.
Best answer I could have hoped for.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
And the Band Played On
"So,... we can leave after the Bears are done, right?" It was more like a wish that I was stating rather than a question. Perhaps I should have made a cake and blown out the candles first.
"No! We're staying to listen to the bands," Kim is a person with a toe to tap whenever any band takes the field.
"The Bands?" I gave it my best surprised to hear that voice, but it was futile.
I gutted the festival out like a pillager with no village to pillage. The last band had finally finished their four-part program and the masses had begun the exodus. I stood with the excitement found within any kid on the last day of school, when I felt a tug, "Where are you going? They have to give out the awards," Kim hadn't budged - not one centimeter from her seated position.
"Awards? Are you serious? You want to sit through the awards?" I could hear myself asking the questions, but deep, deep down we all know the answer and the outcome.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
For Real
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
When All You Have Are Twin Sheets - Make 'Em Work
Friday, September 11, 2009
Livin' on Caffeine
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Food Stupid
So there we were, 7:42 at night, walking through the isles of Martin's Supermarket trying to decide what we needed for that night's dinner. It had already been a long day that was made longer with the realization that there was no food at home.
No food at home? I could have sworn that the refrigerator has something on every shelf; that the pantry is full top to bottom; that the freezer holds something edible. No food at home?
"Remember when we weren't 'food stupid' and made great meals?" I decided to throw out the question that had been plaguing me since the vegetable and fruits section.
"Food stupid? What do you mean by that?" Kim shot back as if both puzzled and defensive by my comment.
"I remember meals that we use to have which contained a main dish, a side vegetable, and even a carb or two. We use to plan our meals,... talk about our meals,... set out tableware for our meals. Now it's frozen pizza, fish sticks, spaghetti, or grilled cheese sandwiches with chips. We can't even think of what makes a decent meal now-a-days," there,... I had said it. I wasn't pointing blame, I was defining defeat.
And there we stood by the meat department - dumbfounded. The realization of life at light speed had hit us. The fact that it was now 7:54 and we hadn't even broached the checkout line with tonight's feast of 'I haven't a clue'.
"I never thought of it that way, but you're right," Kim had that look on her face like a child learning a factoid for the first time.
With a smile towards one another we walked on in happy stupidity for tonight would be no different from the night before. We could order out food like nobody's business, but when it came to down home cooking,... it would be left in the dark for another night. It was late,.. we were exhausted,... and grilled cheese sandwiches and chips sounded perfect by the time we hit the dairy products.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Hot as They Come!
This is probably why she jumped so high when we listened to the voice message left by Darla, the manager of Wings Etc. at Benton Harbor, "We love your family and would love to host a signing here."
"We have a special gift for Hannah," Darla sat across from me today outlining plans for the book signing. I actually know what the "special" is but because I have a 12 year old who loves to read the blog, I'm not at liberty to say - only that it's really really cool! I wanted to leap across the table and give Darla a giant hug, but I fear that social boundaries might be over-stepped. So instead, I just sat there in my high bar seat and fought back the water welling up in my eyes. It just seems overwhelming to have such a tremendous support of people that I knew, but yet don't truly know.
Then Darla hit me with another overwhelming gift, "We would like to take part of the proceeds and donate them to a charity you wold like to name." So,... to recap the past five minutes of our meeting, Wings has a special gift for Hannah AND they would like to give a part of their proceeds to a charity we name. "We would handle all the marketing for the book signing with emails and posters as well," Darla was laying out the plan and I was trying to soak in the generosity of it all.
We concluded our meeting with a hand shake - which again, I was thinking I wanted to hug this wonderful lady who just offered to do SO much. As I walked to the car, I couldn't help but smile - the kind of smile you get after just winning a state championship (you just can't help yourself because there's no removing it).
We are signing books at Wings Etc. on September 17 from 5 to 9 PM. We hope you can make it.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Circle of Faith
I had heard about Axel and that he was battling rhabdomyosarcoma (rab-doe-my-O-sar-co-ma). I knew that Hannah's cancer was termed non-rhabdo, but I had to go look up what the rhabdo part actually was: A fast-growing, highly malignant tumor which accounts for over half of the soft tissue sarcomas in children. It grows in soft tissue areas of the body and tumors can appear in many locations.
After meeting Axel and his mom in the hospital that day, I instantly became connected with his story. It amazes me still that while I don't know any more about a person than the time we may spend chatting in a hospital room or hallway, you connect on a level that escapes most people,... cancer has that power to connect. You know their worries, their fears, their struggle, and their strength in faith. In reading Axel's journal (written by his mom) this morning, he is moving into a hospice care situation. The fear flairs up in me and a pit grows in my stomach,.. for a boy that I met one day has touched me without even knowing it. His mom writes: Thursday, August 20th confirmed our worst fears of a recurrence of the rhabdomyosa
Please keep Axel, a boy you've never met, in your prayers today.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Off to The Livery
This TUESDAY,... at The Livery,... it's follow the SIGNS time. As you cross the bridge from Saint Joe and head into downtown Benton Harbor you may notice something along the lines of there being no road! Not to panic,... if you can read and drive at the same time, you've got it made. If that seems to be difficult, bring a co-pilot. Heck, bring a co-pilot anyway! I suppose since your heading to a microbrewery the correct term would be called wingman or wingwoman. Wait, that doesn't sound accurate, "Hey,... Kim! You know how when two guys are going to a bar, one is called the wingman!"
"Yeah!"
"Well, what's it called when there a two girls?" a slight pause filled the air as I contemplated repeating the question at a louder level since she was all the way across the house.
Finally, her answer returned, "I have no idea!"
So there you have it. We have no idea of the social identity of one female friend to another when attending a microbrewery / bar.
Anyway,... as I was saying - just follow the signs posted LIVERY and you will go directly to it... wingperson or not.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Reviews are Rolling In
Time Out has wrapped up it's first book signing at Mammina's at Edgewater with overwhelming support from the Mammina staff and the community.
While we haven't reached the best seller list, our first intention is to share a story that readers can draw inspiration, hope, understanding, and even some insight into the world of childhood cancer from a family's perspective.
Like the blog where readers can make a connection through comments, readers of Time Out have been posting on my Face Book and sending in emails. The response is terrific. If you have found something you enjoyed about the book or care to share your thoughts on it, please email or jot down a note on Facebook.
For now, here are what others have to say:
I received the book today and I DON'T WANT TO PUT IT DOWN!!!! It is awesome!!!!!
When you think of a cancer story you automatically think it's going to be sad. BUT IT'S NOT! This is great! The humor mixed in with the story is wonderful and I find myself reading it out loud to others.
What an inspiring and exciting book... full of passion for life. Thank you for sharing your story with us! God Bless.
AWESOME BOOK!!! Read it cover to cover ... Didn't even stop to feed the family!
I finished reading it - what an inspirational story. I passed it on to a friend already. Does that mean I should pay you double?
This has been such an inspirational story that I needed to share it with a family member who's going through cancer and needs to read something so uplifting.
I have been reading Time Out today but I have to stop so much cause my glasses fog up. What a touching story.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Looking for a Sign
"So, did you record your mileage?" Kim had just returned from a run to Office Depot to pick up a ledger, in order to better track our incoming and outgoing money. "No," she replied, as if I were hounding her on the importance of recording mileage for the sake of tax season - and I was, just for the record.
Business aside, I've received feedback from those who have finished the book, and,... it's the purpose more than the bottom line that matters. If this book can give hope through faith to those who are in their darkest of times, then it's been worth it. It's also a reminder of true grace every time I sign a book and then pass it on to Hannah. To be able to have her name right by mine on the book is such a blessing - I don't imagine too many fathers can say that they had a chance to hold a book signing with their daughter. What a miracle, what a gift!
If you were wondering what these photos have to do with my writing for today - there's absolutely nothing. It's rare that you see one, let alone three priests walking the beach, on a hot, 90 degree day. Three guys of God, enjoying the day and taking in the wonders. It doesn't get any better.
Friday, August 07, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
UPS with the Arrival
"Yes, you do," I didn't want to sugarcoat anything for her. "This book may have been written by me, but it's about your journey through treatment. People are going to want to see and speak to you more than they will me."
Pre-release books were not suppose to be arriving on our doorstep until the 7th of August. "Dave! You need to get down here!" Kim had been working outside in the yard. My first thought was that I had sprayed a precious plant with crabgrass killer - oops. As I got up to look out the up stairs window to identify my level of incompetence, I noticed a UPS truck backing into the driveway.
I made my way downstairs and heard further, "It's the BOOKS! They're HERE!" All I could think of was,... this can't be, they weren't suppose to be here for a another week,...and a day.
After off loading a number of boxes, "What's the title?" the driver inquired.
"Time Out," I told him.
"Time Out? That's it?"
"No. My mind just went blank with all these boxes sitting before me,.. hold on, I'll get the rest in a second," I glanced at Kim and gave her the 'help me' look - being high school sweethearts, she knew the look well as I used it in many classes we had together.
"A Family's Journey,.." she began the bailout.
"Oh yeah, I got it : A Family's Journey of Faith and Hope through Childhood Cancer," I turned and told the driver.
With that he had all the information he needed to look for the book release in October. But who wants to wait for October? "Have you heard of Mammina's or The Livery?" as if I need to ask a driver for UPS if he knew of business locations in our area.
"Yeah, I know where they are at," he replied.
"Well, check out the Herald Palladium. There's a story being done soon and we're having pre-release signings then," I think I gave him information overload because he was looking for the quick and easy.
"Will they be at the bookstores in town?" he posed his last question before driving on.
"Yes they will," I bid my fair well to him and off the big brown truck went.
As we stood there looking at the number of boxes that engulfed the only exit in the garage that I have for my Harley, "Well,.. let's start hauling them inside."
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Bring the Support
"There's a lot?" I heard myself ask the question, but I guess I knew all along that there were more children in our area alone who have been diagnosed with cancer. It's a bit strange to find out there are more out there, because when you're going through it, you never hear about the others. Partly because you're so engrossed in your own crisis state, and partly because your just engrossed with the thought of 'this can't be happening'. It's that surreal state that holds you paralyzed and numb to what's around you.
"There's enough to have a support group. In fact there's more being diagnosed according to our pediatrician," her eyes glistened with that look that said 'something would happen here'. Having experienced the support of other cancer families at the Ronald McDonald House through the Brighter Tomorrows group, we were fortunate to have a connection to talk things through, vent, and cry when we needed. To hear someone express that they knew what you were going through without having to explain it,... worth a thousand words.
Hannah walked in on the conversation and Kim immediately broke with what she was telling me to inform Hannah, "We're forming a support group." It was one of those moments where you just except it. Kind of like having someone tell you that they're going to put peanut butter on your jelly sandwich - that sounds about right.
"So, where do we go from here?" I was expecting a business plan to materialize, but I got what I guess I should have planned for:
"We contact people, we open our home, and we talk,... a lot," having been through the Brighter Tomorrow's meetings, Kim had an idea of where to go (I did too for that matter). The thing the BT group has on us was two major group's support: The Mayo Clinic doctors and the Ronald McDonald House. Somehow, I think we're going to be alright because we're doing the right thing and the needed thing.
"Sounds like a good plan," I said.
If anyone knows of a family who has gone through or is going through childhood cancer,... send them our way - we're ready to heal, ready to deal, and ready to let them know, "We know what you're going through and we will be willing to help in any way."
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Creating a New
Let me rephrase,... ever try to do without a body part before? I know a good friend of mine who often claims he's only 10% utilized, but that's for another day (perhaps another blogsite). Hannah's new and improved hand doesn't seem so 'new' or 'improved' lately.
With her latest surgery this summer to release muscle and tendons from the bone (rendering them useless), in order to straighten her wrist, she has been left with only one hand and one arm in which to function. Maybe it was just a matter of time, but Hannah finally broke down over a ketchup packet. It was a minor dilemma, but a dilemma none the less.
"I don't like to feel helpless," Hannah tried to choke back her tears.
"You're not help-less. You have plenty of help around you and you need to let us be there for you. Even for what seems to be the small stuff," Kim has a way of explaining things better than I could.
Working with one arm for a year will be a whole different journey, but Hannah knows that it's a temporary one (which is the real miracle here).
In the meantime, we have a book release to prepare for!
The actually release date will not be until October 20, 2009. The pre-release sales begin on August 15. We are currently looking at various venues in which to hold book signings and gatherings. I will post more information as the date draws near. Those living out of the area and wanting to get there hands on the book can always drop me an email and we can see about shipping one,... or a dozen out to you!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Foto Friday
Joe works at removing the cast and NOT pulling the pin out.
The pin before removal - it's actually sticking in a bone.
Dr. Shin dropped by the cast room to give some tender care to Hannah before the pin was YANKED OUT!
After Dr. Shin was done having fun with Hannah, Jim came in and did the removal. Everything went smoothly (with minor pain on my end).