Where I spent my summer vacation

 
OK, this is the truth of the matter... most of my summer will be spent right here, in my scenic office. But don't think I'm complaining, because it's actually quite pleasant. I was talking to Thor last night about messy desks and work, and I was wondering if my work desk was considered messy or not. So I told him I'd take a picture of it the minute I walked in the door. This is the way I leave it after I straighten up.

The paper wasn't left there, that was from someone else dropping something on my desk before I got in this morning. My in basket is particularly full right now. My out basket is underneath -- but you would be surprised how many people ask for things and then never come pick them up. So it's been pretty full too. But all in all, I don't think it's too bad. Especially compared to my desk at home.

I sit directly behind my friend Lil, who is very pleasant. It's a tight squeeze, but it seems fine so far.

What do you think -- messy, or OK?

Out of sight?

 

Here we have the section against the wall... probably the messiest section. Note the iced tea and the dunkin donuts bag, which appears regularly. My notebooks are sloppy, and so is under my desk, which I hope no one notices.

The chair

 
My friend Helen sits directly behind me. She has to look at the back of my head all day. And you'll note the sweater which I leave on my chair at all times, because no matter the season, we can't be sure what the air conditioning will be doing. I must say the Air Conditioning has been perfect lately. And the chair is quite comfy. The box behind the chair will be walked down to the Athletic deparment today. It doesn't need to sit here -- but it hasn't really been bothering me, either. And originally, I had the garbage can under my desk, but everyone else had them in the spot behind them, because it's easier for the custodians to empty them that way.

More Chadwick Island pictures

Even though my vacation is over and I'm home again, I thought I'd post a few more photos...

 

This is what it is really all about.

Sunset

 

Chadwick Island Nick

I miss Nicky, who is still in Chadwick Island without us. I know he's having a great time, so I'm not really worried about him. This is probably what he's doing even as we speak...

 

Black and White Swans

 

We just got back from Chadwick Island, which sounds very New England-ish but is actually an island off the cost of Jersey... one of the barrier islands between Point Pleasant and Seaside. We stayed with Frank's family, and it was very nice.

The Island has an ocean side and a bay side. The house was on a lagoon on the bay side. At the end of the street there was a beautiful view of the bay. It's surprising how natural the area still is, especially considering how many people are there using it every single day. The houses are jammed next to each other, the traffic is a line that goes on and on... but even so, the bay has a very natural area that seems to be in very good shape... at least from our view across the bay.

One surprising thing that we saw were swans. And the most surpising thing of all about the swans was the black swan.

I tried to get a good photo, but couldn't get anything better than this. Even so, isn't it lovely?

The Play... Beauty and the Beast

Our county park runs a theater series at an outdoor theater. Every summer, there are three productions -- and every year I try to get to at least two of them. It's not Broadway, but it is very professional with orchestra, lighting, beautiful scenery and costumes, and excellent actors.
Being an outdoor theater in the summer, every time we worry about the weather -- we get rained out quite often on the day we plan to go. Or the weather will be questionable and we have to decide if we want to take our chances. Then, we pack up our chairs and stand in line for a half hour before dinner to get in; we come back just as it gets dark.





This summer I've already seen the Producers which was quite funny. Now, this week they are playing Beauty and the Beast.



The audience was PACKED. I've never seen it so crowded. And the show was great. I would highly recommend it to anyone! Of course, you have to live around here... but it is quite a bargain for $5.00!

Surprise attack.

Warning: Don't read this if you have a weak stomach.
Well, it's not really THAT bad, but it is making ME sick.

I was hanging out minding my own business, eating nacho chips, when my tooth launched a surprise attack.

I have the world's worst teeth in the first place. The back ones are all falling apart. All of my efforts are concentrated on keeping the front teeth in my head and stable. Gram -- the same gram I was talking about previously --had all of her teeth pulled when she was still quite young, and went right to dentures. She didn't recommend it, but I totally understand it.

So when the tooth broke, again, I ended up calling the dentist. I knew what was going to have to happen.

I've already had tons of drilling, then a root canal, and a crown, which didn't work after a few years. I had been going with the "wait and see" approach for the last few years. I was waiting to see how long the little stump that had been left under the crown could hang in there for. It lasted a good few years. So that means I have two down, and one more stump to go. You KNOW that last bad tooth will be coming out one of these days soon.

So I called the dentist. The receptionist knows me already, and suggested I just go right ahead and make an appointment with the oral surgeon.

 

Nice guy, that oral surgeon. But he's getting older, and his hand shakes alot. I wasn't sure at first -- when he stabbed me with the needle to numb it, I kinda figured he had to shake to make sure the novocaine was squirted all over in my gums.



After he had the pliers in his hand, and wrenched with all of his might, I think he got a bit weaker in the arm. It took a bit of strength to get that bugger out of there. He yanked, and pulled, and struggled and strained. Finally, with a grinding noise and a great screech (could that have been me? Or him? Or the tooth?) he yanked it out of my head.

(I practiced breathing, and I listened to my ipod -- Eddie Vedder's Into the Wild album.) (I kept adjusting the volume so I could hear him. That man was SO polite, I almost think he was making fun of me. It was "Thank you so much" this, "Oh, please excuse me" that. I didn't want him talking, I wanted to concentrate on Eddie.)

The crater is so big that he had to stitch me up. Lovely. That was when I could REALLY tell his hand was shaking.

He packed the gauze in there, and prescribed some lovely pain killers and tons of antibiotics. I can't take the pain killers, though, because I want to go out tonight. I plan on going to see the play.

More about the play tomorrow -- if I make it.

Making Ice

I was making myself a glass of Iced Tea to bring to work, this morning, and getting the ice out of the freezer made me miss Gram Rodgers quite a bit.

She used to come visit my house for a week or two in the heat of the summer, because I have air conditioning and my mom doesn't. I loved having her over. We had quite a routine, especially when the kids were little and I wasn't working or running all over the place.

Most every morning, she and I would wake up and have a cup of hot tea. We would sit at the kitchen table and read the newspaper and she would usually eat something like toast and applesauce. After breakfast, we would both get dressed. She would ask me what I wanted her to do, and I would tell her "Sit and rest." She didn't like that idea much. She would always make the ice cubes for the day, and I told her that was her job. She would also start the iced tea for the day. We would discuss what we should make for dinner. And then at 10 o'clock, she'd say, "10 o'clock already! Time for tea!" and we'd sit right back down at the table and chat some more.

It wasn't always exactly like this... but that was the feel of it. Lazy, relaxed, and lovely.

I wonder what she would have thought about the new freezer with the automatic ice machine. I didn't get one until after she died. Making the ice was HER job. The freezer was full of ice when she was around -- she made it all day, emptying and refilling the trays. I never got around to it when she wasn't there, and we often ran out of ice.

Summer Sunset

 

It's a beautiful night, warm, somewhat humid. Faintly, over the neighborhood, you can hear the music from the Iselin Fair. I remember sitting in the rocking chair with Frankie when he was a baby, right next to the sliding glass door, listening to the Iselin Fair sounds and rocking.

I love this photo, even though it isn't real. Well, the sunset was amazing, but this photo was messed with in Picasa. I love to supersaturate.

I wish I could get good photos of stars.

The real thing... no retouching.

 

Unbelievable colors anyway. I didn't manipulate this photo at all.

Bugs

 

Summer is lovely. I took this photo of a bug a few weeks ago, and I wanted to post something so I decided to post this. Isn't it beautiful? Maybe I should say... these bugs. I think there are two bugs here in a compromising position. With the possibility of baby bugs on the way. They look rather jewel-like, don't they?

We just got back from camping. I didn't take my camera because Nicky was taking his brand new cam-corder. Unfortunately he didn't take any photos except one. Also bug related. He also took a little video around the campfire, but he didn't like it so he deleted it. I don't think he's planning on being a director when he grows up.

 

I don't think spiders are actually bugs. I'm not sure about dragonflies.

There were a few bugs camping. And plenty of bug spray. I found two ticks INSIDE the tent, but none on any of us, thank goodness. And the flys were buzzing our heads but not really biting.

I hate bugs. I think. But you do have to admit that they often look beautiful, and I know that they have a purpose... these two definitely added a little sparkle to life.

Into the Wild Bus -- more or less

There was a book, called Into the Wild, which was recently made into a movie. Of course, my family was really into it, mainly because Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam made the sound track. You might remember that we went into NYC to see it when it first came out. But in addition to the sound track, the story was very appealing to us as well.




It was about this kid, Christopher McCandless. (Did I spell that correctly?) It's a true story. After this kid graduated college, he had enough money and good enough grades to go to Harvard Grad school and make his parents proud. But instead, he ran away from home. He wanted to get away from society and the materialistic culture we live in. At first, he just wandered around as a tramp. Eventually, He decided he wanted to go "into the wild", on a great Alaskan adventure, and live off the fat of the land. Unfortunately, the kid wasn't well prepared or well trained.

He made it to Alaska, where he found an abandoned bus to live in. He kept a journal of sorts, which is how anyone knows anything about him. And it seems, according to the movie, that he found the answers he was looking for -- but it was too late. He couldn't get back out of the wild. When he tried to hike out, the streams he had crossed going in had become raging rivers he couldn't cross. Being unprepared, he hadn't brought a map to find his way to the place he could ford the river. Then, he accidentally ate poison berries. And died. In the bus.

It was a great story.

No, really, it was, because some of the philosophical questions he had raised were answered... at least, they were in the movie. It's lovely how a movie can tie everything together. It was almost like he sacrificed himself to show you the way to a happy life. More or less. And the video was gorgeous, of all the beautiful scenery.

Plus, obviously the sound track was great -- I like it more than Frankie does, because it's more simplified without the whole Pearl Jam band backing Eddie. And actually, Vedder is doing a solo tour, and tickets go on sale tomorrow. So I have my fingers crossed to go.

So. The point to my story is this.

Frank and I went to the Catskills this weekend. We decided to look into buying property, like a summer house or something. (Which we decided against, but that's a whole other story.) But... one of the properties we found was this.




It was so "Into the Wild", I really would like to get it. It even had a spring, and a two-seater out house! Unfortunately, the out house is just up hill, close to the spring. This seems like a really BAD idea to me.

As for the real "Into the Wild" bus, in Alaska, where the kid actually died, it has apparently become quite a tourist attraction. Which is a really bad idea, because it's obviously a dangerous place... it killed McCandless!

Fireworks!

Happy Fourth of July!

Thanks for your thoughts and prayers

Uncle Bill is doing much better... :)

The email from Aunt Diane

Yesterday morning Bill had a major heart attack. I got him right to the hospital. They gave him a clot buster and nitro. It began to ease his pain and to stabilize him. They also said if we were any later he probably would have died.

They sent him by ambulance to another hospital where the cardiac surgeon was. They put a stent in him right away and a machine clamp on one of his artery to help with the blood flow. He will be in the hospital until at least Friday. It was nice to know that the hospital was one of the top 100 in the country in cardiac care.

Despite telling my children they did not have to come out, they both did. I didn't realize how much their support would mean to me. My brother also came, and again it really helped me a lot. I felt so grateful.

I made phone calls to ask for prayer for Bill and for me. The response was overwhelming. People called friends, relatives and many other prayer groups began to pray. I could feel the prayers just as I felt them when I had chemo. It truly is an awesome experience.

I am not worried. Whatever happens I trust it will be what's best. I expect that Bill will recover, but will have to make some changes in his life style.

I called the nurse's station this morning. He's doing well. He didn't get much sleep. I can just imagine. A hospital isn't the easiest place to sleep.

It was a long, difficult, never ending day, but when I think back on it I realize all the things that went right. There are no words to express how grateful I am.

Thank you so much for your prayers and support.

Please pass this on to anyone I didn't send it to. I don't have everyone's address that I'd like to notify.

God is good all the time.
All the time God is good.

Diane

Uncle Bill

Today's post was going to be about Pearl Jam, since Frank finally gave me back the SD card and I could see the pictures we took at the concert, but as I was posting the pictures my Momma called me and said my Uncle Bill went to the hospital because of heart pains.

So please hold a positive thought/prayer in your head for Uncle Bill today, because we want him to be OK. Ok? Ok... thanks.

Pearl Jam