During my studies in the USSR I met a friend (Madeleine) of my mother who had migrated with her Russian prisoner of war husband (Sergey) to Moscow after WWII and upon arrival was exiled to one of the gulags as a deserter. Before going to war Sergey had left behind a child (Vladimir) who became my roommate in the dormitary of Moscow state University, meanwhile Madeleine also had a child (Vincent) from him.Its the story of the revelation of the two step brothers and Madeleine's lonely tragic life and death.
Over forty years these characters have haunted me.
Like a medium or an intermediary, I put their life in writing, instinctively, unknowing the outcome.
It needs editing and publishing but I am impatient to make it known.
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Are they angels or what. It looks like these little angles had a full day of being just Kids.




















Our beloved Annie & Jaxon

I'm still here. It's been a busy week. I missed two days of sock knitting last weekend when I developed the closest thing to a migraine I've ever had. But as of right now I have one sock done and the second sock is about to turn the heel, so I may just finish by the time the torch goes out. Oh, and I stepped back from the abyss and am only doing the short sleeved cardigan for hand relief.

I will be gone all next week for web training in Shenandoah National Park. NPS.gov is undergoing a phenomenal change that has to be completely done by the end of the fiscal year and since I've got two web sites under my direction that need to be developed, I'm going to be a busy ranger for the next seven months. Girlcub is distraught that I won't be around next week, but I've been giving her lots of attention and I've promised that I'll call her every night. I'm all set though and have discovered a yarn shop located on the same road as my hotel. I'll try to restrain myself. (Shuh.)

Finally, as proof of my mad mothering skillz, Boycub dropped this little bomb in the back seat this afternoon-- "[Sister] you're a pain in the ass!"

Ugh. I bet he can spell it, too.

*clan combat levels*

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clan time differences from me, tomfoolary0 (+ or -)

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Was listening to the news while loading the dishwasher this morning and learned it is the anniversary of John Lennon's death. I never thought I would make it as far north as New York City, but in March of 2003 we went with my daughter on her school field trip. We started out on a Saturday morning at 6 a.m. from Moody, Alabama. Our first stop was Natural Bridge, Virginia where we spent the night. From there we toured Monticello and Gettysburg. Then it was off to Amish Country (Hershey, Pennsylvania) where we stayed two days. (I love Amish country!) We then headed on up to Philadelphia where we toured the Liberty Bell and independence Hall. From there it was New York City. We toured: Radio City Music Hall, Ground Zero (wow! what an experience!), Chinatown, Little Italy, The Sony Station, NBC Studios, The Statue of Liberty, The United Nations and Central Park. We also went to a Broadway Play which was a wonderful experience also. I took these photos on our tour of Central Park. They are, The Dakota Building where John Lennon lived and was killed in front of. (Maury Povich & Connie Chung currently live there.) And the other pictures are of the section of Central Park honoring John Lennon and appropriately called "Strawberry Fields."
We left New York City the following Friday at 6 p.m. that night and drove straight through to Alabama (on a bus!) and arrived back in Moody at 2 p.m. on Saturday. I still don't think my body has recovered from being on a bus that long...but it was worth it.

O Grupo Desportivo da Escola Secundária de Santo André
Deseja a todos um Feliz Natal e um Próspero Ano Novo

For Grandma and Grandpa Keller

CHRIS WOODS AT THE POLITICAL FORECAST thinks we're still wrong about the whole NSA/wiretaps kerfluffle.

Since we are not lawyers, we're going to leave this one to the mouthpieces.

We respect those Powerline guys in Mpls for catching that liar Dan Rather, even if they are politically to the right of us, but this lengthy post as well as this attempt by John Hinderaker to get a simple answer from a NY Times reporter cover a lot of ground.

We still think the ultimate point of this exercise, besides selling books and making political hay, is to find a reason for far-lefty Democrats to go forward with impeachment charges (or at least the appearance of an impeachable charge) against President Bush, Vice President Cheney, Rumsfeld, and every other slightly Republican sympathizer on the planet.

I have had that very dream more than once. I used to wake up hungry in the morning and deeply mourn when I reached for the food (the arm movement was what woke me up those mornings) that it wasn't real.

Interesting dream stories/actual dreams, anybody?

In the spirit of the season, I'm going to forgive the following people today:

1. To the person who honked at me while I tried to get on the Gardiner this morning to go to work, I'm sorry if you thought I cut you off, but I'd rather not die on the day before the day before Christmas, and I had to either get in the lane or hit the concrete wall. I chose the latter.

2. To the crazy lady who butted in front of me not once, but twice (once at the bank, the next time at the drug store); it's okay, we forgive you for being rude, at least you smiled when you were jumping ahead of me, each time.

3. To the idiot tellers at the bank who gave me a hard time about cashing my cheque from a US bank, I know you're only doing your job, but I'm just looking to get paid.

4. To the wacky drivers of Toronto, I know you're all just trying to get home for the holidays, so I'll forgive you for blocking the intersection, for honking at a traffic jam to get into the beer store parking lot that was holding up traffic, for just about every wrong turn and foul temper that made my afternoon that much longer.

I forgive you, all of you, in the true spirit of the holiday.

God bless us, every one.

Happy Christmas!

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