Posts tagged "Steve Dahl"

To die, to sleep-

To die, to sleep-
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub, For in this sleep of death, what dreams may come… Hamlet, William Shakespeare, the ultimate Dead Poet. I have to take a little pause in my self involved tale of going home to acknowledge the passing of Robin Williams. My heart is broken by his deep... Read more »

Tuesdays With Gramma Janet (Apologies to Mitch Albom)

Henry's First Selfie
Yep, I was the Grandma who said she would never be locked into a day for babysitting.I hate driving to the city, and so I was OUT. I have always been available for emergency babysitting, and my initial offer was to be the Friday overnight drop off babysitter for any of the kids. They could... Read more »

Counting the years...in wrinkles

Counting the years...in wrinkles
Wrinkled clothes, that is. The Joliat girls are extraordinary ironers.  It was an Irish/Catholic school/uniform blouse/child management legacy- who really knows? But as soon as we were tall enough to stand up to the ironing board- we ironed. Our learner’s permit was earned on hankies and pillow cases.  We set up the board in the... Read more »
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And then we were empty nesters again....

And then we were empty nesters again....
Turns out, I like a little chirping in the house. Pat, Rachel and Henry left the city in late September after selling their condo in a nano-second.  Their new house was a gut-rehab-add- a-second- story kind of project. It would require the entire fall and winter to complete. And the beginning of spring.  Their first... Read more »

Circling Back

Circling Back
This weekend found me motoring to Detroit for the kick off of the Joliat wedding season.  Two nieces will wed in the next six months, and the first shower drew me East just as Steve returned from Florida. I guess if we can live separately for three months, a day of additional separation is nothing.... Read more »

Welcome to our Surf Shack

Welcome to our Surf Shack
I have a confession to make:  I am going back to Florida.  Two thirds of my family will be joining me in this excursion; Matt, Jackson and Justine cannot join us.  My pouting has subsided.  There will be other years. Our little corner of the South was purchased after a few rough hotel stays in... Read more »
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Touch and Go

Touch and Go
In his crazy-eights youth, Steve would toss off his marital status as “separated- Janet’s in the suburbs, and I am in Chicago.”  Ha Ha. Fast forward 30 odd years, and that joke becomes our truth. Except that he is in Pompano Beach, and I am in Chicago. With strategic blending. This is a blending week,... Read more »

The Ghosts of Christmas...

The Ghosts of Christmas...
Maybe I love Christmas because I hated school as a child, and two weeks without homework or peer pressure was heaven. Maybe I love Christmas because Mom loosened her “no TV” rules to allow us to watch Andy Williams, Perry Como and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir TV Specials. Maybe I love it because my Mom... Read more »

Christmas Kindness- Catch it- Share it-Spread it.

Christmas Kindness- Catch it- Share it-Spread it.
Just a quick thought here- I was driving through my suburb and was entranced by the beautiful lights that warm up this frigid month.  Night is so long that the Christmas decorations serve to keep spirits bright, as they say. I am trying to retain the spirit of Christmas without the manic shopping overload, and... Read more »
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It's On

It's On
The Season is officially here- mine is called Christmas, though I accept it as an antidote to winter rather than a bone fide birthday celebration for Jesus.  The pagans had a good thing going- launching a Winterfest when their pantries were going to sustain them, the days were short and the nights cold.  They could... Read more »