The World of Grandpa Don
We had a visitor Friday. When I let Mikey out at lunch time there was an Opossum under the swing in the yard. At first Mikey didn't see him but when he did, he ran back to the step at the patio door and barked and growled at him. The animal was a little larger than Mikey. He did what Opossums do, just sat still until he realized that Mikey was no threat. Then he slowly moved around a little. After Mikey realized his barking was not having any effect on this stranger, he asked to come in the house and kept watch from inside. During lunch, our visitor meandered to the garden and then into the gazebo where he laid down in a sunny spot. He was there when I went for groceries and there when I got back. Mikey went out several times, barked at the interloper, but stayed his distance. Discretion is often the better part of valor. By late afternoon our visitor had disappeared ... off to wherever Opossums go off to. Saturday we had more familiar visitors. First to arrive, a little after 8 AM, were Anthony and Joe. Their visit was brief, just long enough to pick up grandpa's never used video camera. It still had a tape in it labeled "1998 - " I had taken it out and replaced it with an unused tape the night before. The guys were on their way to get the team bus which will take them to Minneapolis where they will open their Spring college baseball season with games Sunday and Monday against Goshen College in the Metrodome. Dom and Anne Marie will get the camera from them when they meet there so they can get some action shots. The second pair of visitors were Marc and Sampson, arriving about 9:30. Sampson will be our guest while Marc is at work and so, Mikey will be busy all day. My friend has adopted the habits this old man, quiet and laid back while Sampson is accustomed to a house full of energetic young guys always on the go. The dogs may look alike but they have contrasting personalities. They spent quite a bit of time in the yard. The thaw began Friday and continued all night so a good deal of the snow was gone. There were parts of the yard that Mikey had not visited for over a month and these areas were thoroughly inspected by the pair. The January thaw has finally arrived. The Canadians are doing their job keeping the aortic air in the arctic where it belongs at last. The snow is going the way of the Wicked Witch of the West. Now we need a rain to wash away the mess left behind. (Never satisfied!) Anne Marie called after supper to see how I was surviving the two dogs. No problem. Mark had brought Sampson's food in his bowl but he refused it until I mixed a little of Mikey's in it. As long as they are treated the same, everything is OK. They had a relatively uneventful trip and had settled into their hotel, ... after first stopping at the wrong one. On the way, they stopped for lunch and shortly after they did, the bus load of ball players also arrived so they met up with their kids there as well as at the hotel. They planned to visit the Mall of America in the evening.
The phone rang, jarring me out of a deep sleep. It was my daughter with what sounded like a party going on in the background. "How 'ya doi'n dad?" At that moment, Marc came into my bedroom asking, Who's calling?" Anne Marie said, I know you're awake, I hear a voice in the background." I was confused ... Marc wasn't supposed to be here! Then I couldn't hear my daughter on the phone. The phone wasn't in my hand! Did I drop it? I started to search for it in the bed. Then I saw it in its place on the night table. It was 12:30 and I was alone in the room, save for Mikey. It was hard to tell when the dream ended and reality began. I decided it was when my mind realized that Marc was not here but I still had not disconnected from the dream and thought I lost the phone amongst the covers. That was the first time in my life that I couldn't separate a dream from reality. Marc met me at church Sunday morning. We had spoken of that the previous day. Before Mass started, Dominick brought Bella to our pew for a brief visit. She gave me that smile. (Made my day) After a bit they went to their seats in the back row where either he or Sarah could make a quick exit with her if our precious one got fussy and made a row. That never happened. After mass Marc and I went to the back while they got her ready to leave. On the way out, as usual, Bella drew a crowd of friends as well as friends of friends wanting to get a look. Out at our cars I gave Sarah the framed poem "Bella", and they went shopping, Marc went to work at the nearby Menards Store and I went home. What a great start to my day. About 4:30 Marc took a break, picked up a couple rib dinners from Patio and brought them to the house. They were good, a nice change, since I hadn't had BBQ Ribs for ages. The problem is that I remember BBQ Ribs the way Anne made them. I would first brown them on the grill then Anne simmered them drowned in her special sauce in a deep pan in the oven. They were super tender and the sauce wasn't "sticky". Oh well, sometimes second best has to do. Marc was finished with his and on his way back to work as I was half done struggling to gnaw the meet from the bones. But I finished them eventually, happy to have had them. Thanks for the treat Marc. That evening Anne Marie called from the Metradome. (This time for real) The first game was just getting under way and we were leading 1- 0 in the 3rd. They had expected to get something to eat there but, alas, there were no concession stands open ... just a big empty stadium with a small group of parents ... more from Chicago than for the Indiana team. Still ... it was a treat. I called my sister Rita Monday afternoon just to see how things were going with her. For the problems she and her husband John are having, she is one of the most up-beat persons I know, taking all in stride and making lemonade out of lemons. They deal with life as it comes. A short time later I received a call from Anne's aunt El. Again, this is someone who has been plagued with setbacks and for some time now has been confined to the house, unable to drive or even walk much. She too was quite up-beat today, grateful for the break in the weather because it makes it easier to care for her dog. Getting older isn't for sissies!.
The Robert Morris College baseball trip to Minneapolis was a success. They won three of four games and Joe did well both at and behind the plate. In the last game with the score tied and three out in the last inning, Joe was at bat. ... No pressure. He smoked a grounder to the short stop who flipped it to the second baseman ... who flubbed the play. Joe drove in the winning run. Sloppy, but it works. Anne Marie reported that my video camera did not work. She had used the battery charger but ... no charge was accepted. It had not been used in years. I attended a meeting of the parish Community Life Board Monday evening, always an uplifting meeting because our parish community has a lot of life. One recently formed group, Men Exploring Spirituality, that meets on Saturday mornings on the last day of the month decided they wanted to do more than just discuss their religion and have branched out to include "Helping Hands". They have contacted various agencies to find people in need who needed minor home repairs. The do anything from painting or any thing a "handy man" would do, matching up the members talents with the job. Surprisingly, ... or maybe not, this outreach effort has promoted more interest in the group and membership is growing. There are 12 other ministries that are part of Community Life and all are flourishing. I makes me think of the George Eliot quote above. Tuesday was the warmest of the recent days, edging above 60F in my neck of the woods. After a busy morning on the computer I ventured out to the yard with a plastic bag in a bucket and the pooper-scooper. Because of the heavy snow in January the sidewalk and patio needed some cleaning up. I rested for a time on the swing, basking in the warm sun. Then I cleaned the area between the patio and the garden and relaxed for a while in the gazebo. It was like being released from prison, ... I imagine ... never having had that experience. A few statues that had toppled were up righted before I went into the house after about and hour and a half of enjoying the air. There will be rain tonight and tomorrow and the temperature will revert to reality. I enjoyed nature's promise of what will come in the spring. I was surprised to find little sprouts of green, the promise of new foliage emerging from the ground. This is much too soon. The deep layer of snow had insulated the ground from the frigid cold and the soil was soft and pliable. The anchors that we installed to keep the trellis in place had pulled up and the trellis in now leaning. Hopefully it will not fall and uproot the vines.
It rained all day Wednesday, perfect for building a page for the parish web site to highlight activities during lent starting with Ash Wednesday and finishing with the Triduum and Easter. It is too bad that most Catholics do not attend the Triduum which are the most important three days of the Catholic year. The Mass of the Last Supper on Holy Thursday, the Commemoration of the Lord's Passion and Death on Good Friday, and the Easter Vigil Mass on Holy Saturday are considered to be one continuous liturgy. Creating that page along with updating our regular Mass Schedule page carried over to Thursday afternoon. The Lent and Easter page also includes links to other pages regarding this Holy season. See Lent & Easter . I found it interesting that one of our Bible Study participants did not know we had Stations of the Cross at our parish. He thought they were missing. In fact, they are there, on the backs of the columns that divide the church proper from the gallery that surrounds it. In many (most) Catholic churches they are on the walls of the church and at the Lenten services, the presider walks the Isles and stops at each one while the people sit in their places. In our parish, the people walk with the presider, a more active participation in this liturgy. Bible Study continued with the Passion story by Luke. It is most interesting to study what each writer of the Gospels included or omitted, emphasized or de-emphasized in his account of the events and why he wrote the way he did. Each was trying to make a particular point to a unique audience at a particular time of history. Alex Kapocius sent "God and Grandpa". Here it is:
Last week end Tom and Diane went to the ring ceremony at Marist, very impressive. Congratulations Kelley. Caitlin went on her trip to Scripps College and was very impressed with the school. Hopefully the feeling is mutual. She will wait for their decision. In addition to a tour of the campus, endowed with many orange trees with fruit for the picking and consumption by the students and faculty alike, there were interviews with professors and coaches including the swim coach who offered an open invitation to her if she is accepted. Karen Plefka and a couple friends decided that if their husbands are taking trips to the south to play golf in the spring, they need a treat too. They flew to Jamaica for a few days. They enjoyed their trip although marred by an unusual amount of rain. Frank Schober suggests that Check this neat vehicle. http://www.flixxy.com/snow-vehicle-concept.htm Neat isn't it. I can see it being used in sand as well... and what about water? Why don't we see them around?
Victor Hugo's statement seems contradictory. Many of us are feeling the pinch these days. I have cut back on expenditures due to the poor economy in an effort to insure that I do not outlive my IRA, my primary source of income. This, at a time when the value of the IRA has diminished considerably with the value of it's stock holdings. The fact is that when people have less they tend to be less married to their possessions and realize that it is people who matter, not money and the toys it can buy. It seems that when we have a lot, our possessions own us and we become obsessed in keeping them as kind of a security blanket. Like a security blanket, they are an irrational crutch which in fact provides no real security. Our security ultimately is in our resourcefulness, our attitude, our faith and in our families and friends. Not that we look to family and friends for monetary support, but we look to them for more important things ... love, comfort and understanding. We are all in the same boat and seeing how others cope in diversity gives us assurance that we can not only survive but thrive in the important aspects of life. I heard stories of my family during the depression of the 30's and know my father was unemployed and they lost a home to foreclosure. They survived and I remember a very happy childhood. They lived through it and raised me in the process. I would call them successful. Not rich ... successful. I am disturbed that the focus of our politicians at this time is to restore the flow of credit in order to bolster the economy. It seems to me that the over-abundance of credit is what got us into this situation as well as the "need" of people to raise their "standard of living" well beyond their ability to earn enough to support it. We are victims of the mentality of instant gratification of our ego driven wants and call it ambition. We have gone well beyond the satisfaction of our legitimate needs to grasping to fulfill our wants thinking more and better of everything will give us security. Well, like the security blanket, it is false security. Our security blanket is tattered and falling apart as all security blanket do. Please don't try to give us a new one but teach us to live without it. What government can do is prevent bankers from extending unreasonable amounts of credit and educate people to recognize unadvised borrowing or fraudulent schemes. There are lawyers profiting on helping people who have $25,000 in credit card debt to file for bankruptcy. (I have seen their TV adds) Good grief ... who would be dumb enough to get in that much retail debt? There are those of us who simply see something advertised and must have it ... now! Why? It is greed on the part of the buyer, the seller, and the lender, all trying to beat the system, living in a dream world and hoping they never wake up. I find less fault with the seller. He provides, for the most part, a product that meets a genuine need. But I do find fault with his advertising methods which prey on the ego and poor judgment of the consumer. Don't make credit easier to get. That is like putting gasoline on a fire when water is needed or offering a beer to an alcoholic. We need moderation in all things and to learn the value of life itself rather than trying to avoid the realities of life. The one with the most toys is not the winner for the toys are an encumbrance. They don't satisfy because they are not a genuine need. Only real needs fulfilled will bring satisfaction and happiness. Anything beyond that creates unhappiness because, since they are not capable of satisfying, there is a want of more. We must learn to live with what we have and can afford. And then ... we must learn to share. There will be enough for everyone.
Grandpa Don
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