Archive for July 2011

My Dogs HATE summer storms

These dogs seem fearless when the mail man approaches the front door, barking with zest and determination.  On the other hand, when the skies turn angry at night, the first one to leap to the bed is 85 pound Mabel.  She snuggles like a spoon, right up between Steve and me.  Milly is not to... Read more »

Am I a hoarder?

Am I a hoarder?
There is an irrationality to the things I cannot part with.  No, make that sentimentality. The thinning of my photo albums has been so emotional that I continually postpone the task.  It seems like Sophie’s choice:  shall I save this adorable picture of Matt playing ukelele, or toss it in the basket because there are... Read more »

Coming Out Barbecue

Coming Out Barbecue
  We are fortunate in the Dahl Clan to have a Master of Ceremonies:  Mike.  He called last week to announce a barbecue.  I asked if he was hosting, and he assured me that no, we were.  He wished to lure Henry to the homefront so everyone in the family could cuddle him.  He assigned... Read more »
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Still akimbo

Still akimbo
It has been a week.  My emotional compass was demagnetized by the birth of Henry.  I find I am time traveling back to my child bearing days, and then jetting forward to ask what big events of Henry’s future I will be present, or conversely, absent for.  I believe this is the melancholic sliver of... Read more »

Does this man have no filter?

Why does Rush believe that the only folks obsessed with the Caylee Anthony tale are liberals? I am pretty sure that the people sucked into that media circus were not identified with the right or the left. How can he use language so carelessly? Death of this child = delayed abortion?  Really? Is he unaccountable... Read more »

Today is for Steve

I will talk about Steve and our future tomorrow. Today is challenged with no power except for where the generator is active. There are extension cords to the important stuff, and my focus is on not tripping! Steve can do a podcast in the dark, exercise, field interviews, consult with myriad tech advisors, and do... Read more »
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Sometimes the talent is not singing, but survival

Every once in awhile the internet version of the paper has a gem that cannot be duplicated in ink.  Such is the case with this Tribune story.  Spend a few minutes with the Korea’s Got Talent crew, and meet a young man who has persisted despite seemingly insurmountable odds. He says he cannot sing, but... Read more »

Joy cometh in the morning...

Joy cometh in the morning...
30 years ago, our lives changed with the news that we would be parents.  Steve didn’t blink, and declared it “God’s will” despite his relatively agnostic ways.  In 24 hours, he began issuing “fetus updates” and the culmination of these news briefs was Patrick Joliat Dahl.  My own mother heard the announcement on a Detroit... Read more »

No news is no news

We are officially into RUBY birthstones now for the child who will eventually be the boy formerly known as Baby Pat.   I found the baby calendar I kept for Patrick’s first year as I cleaned  the basement this week.  It brought back every kind of memory.  Most of all, it reminded me how rapidly... Read more »
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