Friday, October 16, 2009

Dog Friday on This Blog -Formerly Dog Blog Friday

Random Crazy dobie facts:

I used to have a black dobie.

A couple of dobies ran after Hold See and one nipped him on the back of the leg.

This dobie is racing in a Purina Dog Food Race, advertised all over the internet.

I think it is cute how bendie this guy is - so here he is for your Friday enjoyment!


Thursday, October 15, 2009

All Roads Lead to Me (In My Mind)

The path right outside my door.

Same path continuing on out.

The path as it goes on in front of the 2nd grade rooms.

Looking on down the path to my room - the white building in the background.

The path out to Resource - Speech is done! And it is beautiful.

All that complaining - and here it is - great!

I think I just needed a little forewarning - so a word to you managers out there - let your people know before any major construction begins. Assure them it will be beautiful when it is done!

Even our welcome to rodents door has been closed!

The white door has been added to the base of the ramp up to my side of the room. Poor little Minnie and Manny Skunk will have to find another place to get it on.

Here's hoping you're having a great life! To borrow a phrase from a blogging (I hope) friend - I love you sons of bitches!

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Hardly Strictly Bluegrass

Yesterday my husband and I went to the
Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival in Golden Gate Park.

It is an annual free event in Golden Gate Park - the bill is footed by Warren Hellman. It is amazing that people have that much money. (Not that I resent the use of his money - very generous on his part - but I am amazed that people can have that much money!)

This was a picture opportunity on the way there (bathroom stop - very gross bathroom - I've got pics if you want to see).

Golden Gate Bridge as seen from the Marin Headlands

When we got there and found a staging area (way off to the side between stages), my husband took a nap.

Crazy 4's husband taking a nap at 2009's Hardly Strictly Bluegrass

While my husband was napping, I went wandering and found Steve Earle and others singing Woody Guthrie songs. After it was over, I kept my eye on Steve and got this shot.

Steve Earle talking to back stage fans

After his nap, I showed my husband a good place to be for the Richie Havens' show.

Peace flag flying over a Richie Havens (side) crowd

There were lots of interesting characters. People were mostly either in their 20s or 50s. There was a group of yoot who were on some sort of drugs and were out of their minds. I sincerely doubt the Ananda girl and I were ever like this!

Freaky freaks enjoying the freedom that the US offers

This picture does not capture the weirdness. They were crazy, rolling around, and almost scary. A large group of people gathered to watch and take photos. I am sure those girls are wondering today why they have so many leaves and twigs in their hair.

The final show of our night was Steve Earle and The Bluegrass Dukes. I found a side way up to the stage and we had a front row view. I was ever so happy when he played Jerusalem.

Steve Earle on the Banjo Stage

It was a tiring day. Long gone are the days when I could sit, stand and walk for hour upon hour and then sleep on the ground. Long gone! I was ever so happy to sleep in my own bed, and even still I am in pain today!

Dandu and Toothy are there today.

It is a wonderful world that we live in.

Have a great new week my buddies!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

A Dream Like State

From 1990-1993 we had a foster son. He came to us when he was 3 days old and left when he was 3 years and 2 months.

He got adopted by the Huxtables.

At the time I was a stay at home home schooling mom. I loved little Louis. But he was so much better off going with the Huxtables.

When his new mom called to tell me that the judge said he could finally go live with them, I burst into tears and said, "He's my baby." We got to keep him one more week.

Then his dad came and picked him up. I said to my little Louis, "Your new family is here to take you home." Louis ran down the hall screaming, "No!"

Off he went and they took really good care of him and gave him a really good life. We saw him twice after that. He was talking and having a great time.

I wrote to his family about 10 years ago, giving them our new address, but I have not heard from them.

I did my best with Louis, but it wasn't that great. He got bangs and bumps and cuts and scrapes. He was little and he did not talk (like many born drug addicted children). I am sure however he grew up into a wonderful man.

But the Louis of my dreams is still 3 years old, little, not totally potty trained and not talking much.

It is a re-occurring dream. He is little and I haven't been taking care of him. I need to take care of him. I am so ashamed that I haven't and I am afraid that I will get in trouble with the authorities because I haven't been taking care of him.

Sometimes Joe-Ash dreams about him, too.

So what's that about? I had the dream again last night. It has haunted me today.

What am I not doing that I should?

What part of me is being forgotten and not nourished?

I don't know.

Can you help?