New cherrywood furniture is on the way, fit for a grown-up girl!! Goodbye bunk-bed!! Paige test bounced all kinds of beds (the Temperpedic was especially funny — it has ABSOLUTELY no bounce-a-bility!!! Try as she might, she could not get air on that!!)
Yay!!
Monday, March 24: Picnic at Natural Bridges
Claire made us all PBJ’s, and Paige ate hers like a surgeon! Nothing spilled, nothing wasted! After eating at the picnic tables, we took the long trek down to the water (sandy beaches are not ideal for “walkers”!). Claire took Paige out to get her feet wet, and Claire ended up getting her pants wet from an unexpected “big” wave (never turn your back on the ocean, right?)
Next stop was the lighthouse, to watch the surfers (and an occasional otter) on the waves. As we headed around the back of the lighthouse, Paige started to get agitated, and ended up having a rough afternoon – very sad and sobby for a couple of hours. We drove home the scenic route, which unfortunately didn’t help her mood – but after awhile, she was her old giggly (bubbly) self. A good day, and a good way to start off Spring Break!!
Paige grooving to Colbie after hip hop!
“It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose, wherever it goes I always know ~ that you make me smile…” Colbie Caillat “Bubbly”
A poem for Milty
By Claire Tromblee
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I sat there waiting,
I made a sigh
The phone made noise,
I looked at the sky.
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Nothing this hard
But like a walnut’s back,
I made myself stone;
Did not bend, did not crack.
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I thought it was good news
No sadness to the tone
But it changed with the way
He hung up the phone.
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Monday at five
The stone would be turning
To unveil the cold
But leave my cheeks burning.
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My mind searched for words,
But as much as I did try
No words came, but emotions,
But I did not cry.
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While he told me the news,
I knew it would come;
Sitting, waiting for my heart
To fast pace and bang the drum.
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To tell myself it’s alright
To make my face smile,
That Saturday I came to
And had a good time for awhile.
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I might have wandered
Might have glazed over my eye,
But as much as I thought,
I did not cry.
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Sunday brought a good day
At first, from the start…
The good times slowed down,
The opposite of my heart.
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I stroked the milk down
’till the white turned to red,
And he searched for a body
So he could rub his head.
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Blindly he goes
Missing one eye,
It hit me at night,
But I did not cry
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Why was I so cold?
Not let the tears go
The warm would comfort
The loss of the snow.
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I woke and I rose,
And I couldn’t turn on
The light that I needed
To know he will be gone.
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Going to school
I told when they asked.
They looked sympathetic,
They questioned, they gasped
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I wasn’t asking
For praise or for pity.
They told me all day
My decision was gritty.
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I tried to answer
Why I wasn’t in despair.
Was I simply heartless?
Did I just not care?
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But of course I did,
For when it drew near,
I looked at the victim
And out came the tears.
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He cannot see.
He cannot hear.
He has no eye
To shed a sweet tear.
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He had no idea
His fate in an hour.
His life would be gone,
He loses all power.
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Simply moving around
Looking for a hand
To stroke his bloody head,
To make him understand.
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A prisoner
Trapped in the hands of fate
And soon passes over
Through the gate.
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I sat on the couch
And looked ‘cross the street
To the building in which
He and the end would meet.
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Or was it the beginning?
Was it merely a start?
Was the only thing stopping
The pace of his heart?
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Time would only tell
And I looked at the sky,
Felt a salty warm tear…
And started to cry.
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RIP Milty – went to the other side of the gate March 3, 2008 after 15 years on this side…
