Saturday, November 24

BANG!





Almost 25 years ago, my DS2 made this Thanksgiving card for me. He had recently gotten one of those plastic rulers that had a template of the ABC's in it.


In case this image is too faded to see, it says, "For: MOM, From: Timothy, HAPPY (turkey) DAY"







This side says,

"I am thankful mostly for you mom."

(I have always assumed he meant he was thankful for me more than anything else, NOT that he was mostly, but not completely, thankful for me.)

At the bottom, it says,

"Your the best A heart can hold. your a Great mom."



MANY TURKEYS
GOBBLING ALL AROUND
HIDEING WHERE THEY
CANNOT BE FOUND
BANG! NOW WHERE CAN
IT BE FOUND LYING
DEAD AS A TURKEY
DOWN ON THE
GROUND.


*NOTE to loved ones: If the house catches fire, grab this first.

Thursday, November 22

Thanksgiving, continued..

DS1 arrived last night at the home of DS2 and his fam, bringing his DW and 2 babies. Long trip! Their trip from NYC to DC was supposed to take only 4 hrs, while ours from NC to DC took 6. He chose, however, to take ANY highway other than I-95, so he went by way of Hershey, PA. On a trip from NYC to DC. Somewhere around Philly, his 1-yr-old son projected vomitus all over the rental car, so DS and DDIL had to pull off, go to a WalMart, (yes, my kids shop at WalMart) and BUY the stuff to clean the car...and then had to clean the car, the kids, yuck.

Today we have 6 kids and 6 adults all doing different things, the Macy's parade on the TV, our dog and DS2's bearded collie, all in this lovely home. It's noisy, frenetic, and filled with love.

If you are having a crazy Thanksgiving somewhere, perhaps it will make you feel better to envision being 6 months pregnant, in the dark, madly cleaning a rental car, 200 miles from home, 200 miles from your destination, with tired and pukey kids. It's all a matter of perspective.

Last night I promised DGS3 I would play Connect Four "in the morning." Before any coffee this morning, he reminded me of our promise. Both of us clambered over the baby-gates on the stairwell and went up to the sanctity of his room for the game. He already had it out on his floor. We were assembling the structure when he calmly announced, "Nana Maggie, it might be a long game. The bottom piece that keeps all the parts inside is broken."

:)

Wednesday, November 21

Visiting the kids


We had a safe trip to visit the kids for Thanksgiving. Here are a few pics of the art hanging in the house, painted by the children:



This one hangs in the living room, by GS1. It's about 40"w x 39"h.











This one hangs on the landing, by GS2. It's about 8"x12".















This one was done by DS2 in his high school art class. It hangs in the family room. It's about 24"hx16"w. He's a guy of many talents.




































Here we are chilling on their deck. Check out the beautiful color in the woods.

















And here is the sunset as seen from the deck. Sigh. It's been a beautiful day.







Saturday, November 17

Catching up

It has been an action-packed week here. DH has been on night shift, which adds a whole 'nother layer of intensity on my part. He usually takes the dog for that last nightly walk. He usually sits down in front of the TV, which pretty much settles the house down for the night. I usually cook a nice dinner when he is home, which sets the tone of "settled" around here.

When he is on night shift, LO and I run out for sushi, play cards, and do all the things you do when things are relaxed. We prefer that settled feeling, and are both relieved when night shift is over. Unfortunately it comes around every other week or so!

I have been working 20 hours a week in addition to the writing thing, and trying to keep up with all the meetings I am unfortunately in. I declined so many positions this summer, anticipating this Leadership program: how on earth did I wind up overcommitted again?

Our Band Booster club met this week (I am secretary). We meet at a decent restaurant and the other Band Rats sit at their own table and order dinner like grownups. LO sat with 2 of her gf's while we sat at the big table and met. It works out beautifully.

The week is a blur of other activity. Taking LO places, calling moms to carpool, getting her homework done, keeping up the house, interviewing people, working on our presentation for Leadership program.

Wednesday we had quite a bit of organizing to do. Her all-county band tryouts were on Thursday and I had Leadership all day. I had to load our team's presentation on the laptop and pack the backpack with laptop and speakers. We were on the road with our group all day and I had to lug the laptop around all day!! The presentations were a competition and I am so proud our team WON! We worked so hard on it. I personally had 17 hours of work in preparing the slide show -- with sound effects for each slide.

Left Leadership and zoomed to the middle school to pick up LO. She was a bit despondent, felt her sight-reading audition had not gone well. "Nana, the lines were HERE and the note was an inch above!" I asked how she had handled it and she replied that she had told the judge, "I don't know this note." The judge told her what note it was. LO found it on her flute and continued to play. I tried to comfort her. I honestly feel she did the totally right thing! She felt she had not made it into the All-County Band.

Yesterday I worked again, drove to nearby town to a business I do PR for, zoomed back to town to run errands, went to doctor, and picked up LO. She had good news! She had made it into All-County!! 31 flautists from 8 schools tried out. 12 made it. She is chair #6. We are proud.

Last night she went to a birthday party -- for a boy. DH and I are beginning to adapt to her goings-about. Last Friday she went with a gf to the high school football game. All her friends were there and they stayed in a group all evening.

While she was out, DH went to his violin lesson and I went to the opening reception for winter season at the museum. He met me there and we headed to a local wine place where a friend was playing jazz for the evening. Had to scoot at 8:45 to pick up LO and back home again.

About the doctor: I went to the doctor yesterday, nurse pract. actually, for a spot that is 1/4" x 1/4". Total hypochondriac!! On Sunday, 04.Nov, I woke up with a red and stinging earlobe. I did not realize it but pulled on it and scratched it most of the morning until LO said it was beet red. Then I realized it had been burning and itching. That afternoon and the next 3 days it was swollen, red, and weeping clear liquid. I assumed a spider had bitten me - please realize we do not see insects in this house! But it seemed to be a spider bite.

Over the next week and half, I've been applying hydrocortisone cream to it. We didn't have any Rx hydrocortisone, so I was just using 1%. It did not really help with the burning and itching, but did seem to help a little with the swelling.

Late last week, the site got scaly and tough. Probably from the cream? It never did seem to start improving, and this week it began to develop these weird blisters. Thursday night it hurt so badly it woke me up!!! Yesterday I decided that after almost 2 weeks, it should be GONE so I called the doctor. The nurse saw me and said it likely is a spider bite, but definitely is not a brown recluse bite. I am on 2 prescriptions, both internal, nothing topical, and I return to see her Monday. All for a 1/4"x1/4" spot!

Wednesday, October 31

Halloween

Halloween is a big night in our neighborhood. Here is the house, waiting for 15 seventh-graders to come over for the parade and trick-or-treating. This year we included boys on the guest list, first time ever.


Here are the crew. A few of them arrived after this picture due to football practice.









The local hot dog man brings his cart for neighbors to grab a protein bite before all the candy. He racks up! Here he is at 5:15. We passed him while trick-or-treating at 7:15 and there was still a line waiting for dogs.





I am not sure why the police are so good to us. This year not one, but TWO cars came, one to lead the parade and one to follow. The police were all smiles. They watched the costume contest and even clapped for the winners.





This shot shows a little of the crowd during the contest. The fellow leaning over with his arm out was the MC. He is a judge in the real courts. The 2 adults in right corner were the contest judges, in robes. The taller fellow is a real judge, too.













This is one of our sweet little neighbors. I emailed his mom the picture; thought she would like to have a copy printed.
















This is one of Little One's bfs. She was a tree. She won first place! In fact, our crew of seventh graders did well: they won 4 of the costume prizes! Not sure if you can see, but there was a bird nest on her shoulder, complete with bird and eggs. Also note the roots on her feet.



The kids began arriving at our house at 4:30 and the last one left at 8:45. We were pooped but happy. When I dropped LO off at school this morning, she said, "You know, Nana, it was the party of the year."







Suddenly I wasn't so tired.






Celebration of Life

I had the good fortune this month to write a story for a Seniors' magazine. It's published here in Small Town USA and has local distribution.


The editor is a local gal and she emailed me a few weeks ago and asked if I would do a human interest story on a 70-year-old who ran in the Senior Games in State Capital. The gentleman is a retired pastor who hired a personal trainer to help him run faster. He came within 2 seconds of breaking a long-time State record. I accepted the assignment even before learning he was our retired pastor and the story was a beautiful story of an older white man and a younger African American man working together for a common goal.

Bob was quite competitive even as our pastor. He held new member classes at our church on a quarterly basis and added a great number of members to the church. He wrote a weekly column in the local paper that was widely read by Christians and non-Christians alike. When he retired 5 years ago, there were several letters to the editor saying the folks would miss his columns. In true form, he did not go home to sit but began teaching in and directing the Doctor of Ministry program at the local seminary.

When I write a story, the most challenging part, and the best part, is figuring out how to angle the story. It's like figuring out a puzzle. Being a sudoku/crossword/anagram junkie, this is just more fun for me.

I record all my interviews on a digital recorder. (Doggone, I bought mine just before they came out with one that will connect to your pc via a USB. I have to erase all my interviews rather than save them.)

When writing the story, I listen to the interviews once and make an outline of the key points. As I study the outline the approach typically comes clear. Then, as I actually write the story, I replay the interviews over and over to get the quotes exactly correctly. It's fascinating to watch myself from afar and see how the story emerges; how the key items rise to the top, like cream. (Apologies to all you homogenized young people.)

I got the assignment only a week before the magazine's deadline, but, being a quarterly, she needed the story in this issue before it got too stale. I quickly called Bob and scheduled the interview. That Sunday I was concerned to see him on the prayer list and asked our current pastor what was going on. He shared that Bob was scheduled for surgery on Wednesday -- the very day on which we had scheduled our interview.

I called Bob that afternoon and reminded him we needed to reschedule our interview. The magazine's deadline was Friday, and I had Leadership day at our local Chamber of Commerce on Thursday. (If you are ever considering participating in a Leadership program, you need to be aware it is basically a hostage situation. There are few breaks and your total attention is needed the entire day. If you miss any time, even an hour, it is considered a half-day, and you can't graduate if you miss more than 2 half days. Not complaining, it's a great program, but still, I feel a little like a captive.)

Bob, being the champ he is, agreed to have me into his home Thursday morning at 7am for the interview. I figured I could be as late as 8:20 without being noticed at Leadership as the first half-hour is coffee and mingling.

I arrived at his home at 6:58, very prepared, spare batteries for the recorder and all, and he was quite prepared, had his photos and letter out and ready for me. He was in his robe and slippers, having had surgery the day before. He had the coffee on and we held the interview. I could tell he was physically uncomfortable, but as he warmed up to his story, he forgot most of his pain. We finished the interview in 48 minutes and I got to Leadership by 8am.


I called the Coach from outside Leadership on my cell phone during potty break. Fortunately I had his cell number and more fortunately, caught up with him. He agreed to a phone interview at 5pm.

Leaving Leadership and driving across town to Little One's tennis match, I put my cell phone on speakerphone and laid it in the console of my car next to the digital audio recorder. The recorded picked up my questions and the Coach's answers as it heard them from the cell phone.

I stayed up late that night getting the story done and sent it to the editor in a timely fashion, and, having scanned in Bob's photographs, sent them in, too.


I had asked her to let me know when the magazine was printed so I could come by and get a few. She called today and gave me 12 copies. I took 4 to Bob's house. He had had more surgery yesterday and was not feeling well; his wife assured me this would definitely cheer him up. I also took several to the Coach. He met me at the parking lot in his high school. As I drove off, I saw him and his buddy eagerly reading the magazine there in the parking lot.


Tonight when we got home from our last tennis match of the season, we had voice mail from Bob. His voice sounded strong and he made no references to his current discomfort. He loved the story and wanted me to know. Ended his message with, "God bless you all." (Doggone it, my phone recorder doesn't have a USB either.)


I am sharing this story because it is one I shall never forget. This is why I write: I get to meet people and learn things and have experiences I would never have otherwise. Yes, it's about the writing, but on a larger scale, it's about the adventure. I am so thankful for the opportunity.


Here is the story in its entirety. Photos are at the end.


“Dear Mr. Steele,” the letter begins, “When I asked someone who he would recommend as the finest track coach of sprinters, he immediately said, ‘Robert Steele.’ He told me you are the best.”

“I am not your usual challenge,” the letter continues. “I am 70 years old and headed to the finals in the North Carolina Senior Games in September…”

Not your usual challenge, indeed. The letter is from Dr. Robert M. Lewis, “Bob” to all who know him. Born in Tennessee, Bob ran track in high school and college. He served for 24 years as Senior Pastor at First Presbyterian Church in Salisbury, retiring in 2002. Eschewing true retirement, he immediately began teaching in and directing the Doctor of Ministry program at Hood Theological Seminary. Bob is a go-getter in the truest sense, and particularly on the track, he loves to go.

The letter continues: “In the local Senior Games, I did the 100 in 14.66 and the 200 in 32.25, without any competition – both times were better than what won the state last year. Yet, I want to make my times better.”

Coach Robert Steele responded by letter.

“Mr. Lewis,
I would be honored to work with you. I coach the AAU track team at Salisbury High. We practice on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday at 6:00pm. If you would like to come to our practice, I will work with you.
Robert Steele”

The two Roberts appear to be quite different. Dr. Lewis, with his fair complexion and white hair, is muscular and strong, weighing only a pound or two more than he did in college. His posture is straight and his gaze is direct. Coach Steele, an African American man, is not as lean as Dr. Lewis, and stands a bit shorter. His broad smile indicates a big heart.

Yet they have similarities, too. In Lewis’ career as a pastor, he guided people on their life travels, providing encouragement and direction to those who looked to him. Dr. Lewis attracted many new members to his church and wrote a weekly column for the Salisbury Post.

Steele is proud of his career as a track and football coach, providing encouragement and direction to thousands of young men. A 1971 graduate of East Rowan High School, he has coached for 31 years. He’s coached 12 state championship teams, 100 individual state champs, and 1 national record holder. He coached 5 champions who competed abroad, representing the US, and has been selected National Coach of the Year on two separate occasions. He is proudest of the 5 state sportsmanship awards his teams have won; he values being a good sport.

Dr. Lewis met with Coach Steele three days a week throughout June and July while he coached the AAU teams, and strictly followed his regimen. When the AAU teams were finished for the summer, Dr. Lewis asked the coach, “What now?”

“Now it’s just you and me,” replied the coach. So Coach Steele continued to train Dr. Lewis, preparing for the State Senior Games in September.

“He timed me from the start,” says Lewis. “I wasn’t aware of it at first, but he timed me on everything. We seemed to always be working on the 400, even though I had planned to run the 100 and 200 as well. One day I asked him. ‘We seem to be focusing on the 400,’ I said. ‘The 400 will be your best race,’ he said. …And I won it handily.”

The state record for the 400 is 1:13 and change. Lewis’ time this year was 1:15. The photo of him crossing the finish line does not show any runners behind him. They’re back there – just not within the range of the camera.

“He knew the 400 would be it because of my endurance, speed and endurance. I didn’t have blazing speed, where I was setting records on the 100. But I have endurance. So next year he says we are going to the 800, the 400 and the 800.”

Lewis also won a bronze in the 100, using it as a warm-up for the 400. The 200 followed the 400, and as Lewis says, “I had spent it all on the 400.”

It’s a miracle, or a testament to his determination, -- or a little of both -- that Dr. Lewis is running at all. In 1995 he had surgery for prostate cancer, followed by 34 radiation treatments. Last year, neck surgery kept him out of the state finals. Having won the local competition in April, he was set to go to states in the fall, but a nagging disk problem in his neck required endoscopic surgery.

As soon as he recovered from the neck surgery, Lewis began running again, but could not help but notice a tightness in his chest when he ran – on the left side. Returning to the doctor’s, he took a treadmill test, which showed that the upper part of his heart was not receiving enough oxygen. This implied blockage of his blood vessels, and surgery again, this time to place a stint in an artery leading to his heart.

Undaunted, he took to the track again as soon as he could. The letter, dated May 14, 2007, shows his determination. Qualifying in locals again in the spring, he trained all summer and won the 400 in Raleigh in September.

Yet more health problems loom over his goals. Gallbladder surgery, repair on a stomach hernia, and removal of a small lump have just been completed. Just out of the hospital, he interviewed for this story while still recovering at home.

Still, the neck is not well. The doctors want to fuse two vertebrae in his neck. “I’ll have to have it done soon, really soon, so I can recover. I have to qualify in the end of April, so I have to have the surgery, recover, and train prior to that. Then I go to the state finals in the end of September in Raleigh. You see, next year is a qualifying year for the nationals, so I want to win the State and go to the Nationals in San Francisco in 2009.”

Dr. Lewis seems undaunted by the prospect of even more surgery. He simply wants to get through it so he can run again, and he definitely plans to train again with Coach Steele.

“We’ve become pretty good friends. At one point, there near the end, I asked him, ‘Why would you want to do this for an old white guy?’”

He smiles his recognizable smile and his eyes sparkle. “And you know what he said? He said, ‘Just as one human being for another.’ ” Lewis leans forward, his smile broadening. “Isn’t that great? ‘One human being for another.’ That’s why he helps me!”

Coach Steele has mutual respect for Dr. Lewis. “I told my daughter about Bob as a life lesson,” he says. “I tried to share what it means to be totally dedicated to a cause. Dr. Lewis’ dedication, at the level he has it, is quite rare. Those individuals who have that drive, determination, are willing to pay the price, for the level of success they are seeking, they do the things winners do.”

“I have been very fortunate to be around some very successful athletes, and Dr. Lewis is definitely one of them.”

He continues. “I believe Dr. Lewis will run the 800 next year if it is humanly possible. We will really take our time, just have to do things the way the doctors want them done. It’s important to me that he continues to remain healthy. I believe he will run the 800, but we want him to do it safely.”

Coach Steele reflects on what he’s learned in working with Dr. Lewis. “I have had the privilege of working with a great many athletes, but rarely have I seen the kind of drive Dr. Lewis has. Dr. Lewis has given me greater motivation. I’ve always been highly motivated; seeing someone want to reach a goal that badly, inspired me. I have a great deal of respect for Dr. Lewis based on his dedication to his cause.

So why does Lewis still want to run?

He thinks for a moment. “That’s a great question. It’s my way of celebrating life. I have always run. I ran in high school, and in college. But the real joy came after my cancer surgery in 1995. That year, I did not run in the Peachtree Classic in Atlanta. I have always run it with friends and family, but that year I did not. The following year, when I went back to the Peachtree, it was a great celebration of life: celebration of another day, another year. These afflictions that I’ve had, the cancer, the heart, now my neck, I need something like this to look forward to.” He reflects for just a moment. “It’s a celebration of life.”




The other runners are back there -- way back there.







The 2 Roberts could not appear to be more different.

Monday, October 29

In the House






I bought new bedding in July and DH refinished DR floors in September. Promised MIL I would send her pics, but email is not working too well with pics greater than 1mb or so, so here are the long-awaited pics.



The walls are now an olive-y green on top (used to moss-y) and a dark coffee on the bottom (used to cafe-au-lait.) Notice the shine on that floor!




Saturday, October 27

PS.

One more note. I am so proud to report that today, as Little One and I were driving to Super Target to get Halloween crap for this Wednesday's party, she actually finished the sentence of the NPR folks. They are having their Fall Fund Drive. They gave their pitch and said, "...Just pick up the phone and dial, --"

Little One pipes up. "704.549.9000."

See? We have raised her right. :)

Tuesday, October 23

Park is Open for Business

Well, it was a grand day and it has taken me a day or two to catch my breath.

Here are links to the articles in our local paper, first on Sunday:
Click here

And another on Monday:
And here


The day could not have been more beautiful. The neighbors arrived in droves. One good fellow counted in the beginning and told us there were 267, and they kept coming. All of City Council came, quite a feat, and the Mayor as well. Several of our donors accepted our invitations, and some of the other neighborhood leaders.



The place was covered up with kids! What a perfect day it was for them. I was pleased to notice kids playing in the park as I made my speech; did not want them to be bored through it.








The Kids' Committee dedicated the playground to "Fulton Heights Neighbors, past, present and future." They had a whole little dedication they read; I've got to get a copy of that.




The Mayor spoke and gathered the key players together to cut the ribbon. When she cut it, the crowd cheered!








We borrowed chairs from the neighborhood pool for Council and the donors. The chair backs do not all match, but the legs do. My gf, who is quite inventive, suggested we use our leftover neighborhood Tshirts to dress the chairs and mask their unmatching. It was a great idea. Many of the guests took a shirt home as a gift. If you look closely, you can see the trolley in our logo. The neighborhood was originally a trolley neighborhood. The median in front of our house covers up the old trolley tracks.


The Parks people had dug up some old granite when they graded the park. Ever resourceful AND THOUGHTFUL, they used it to build "Maggie's Bench." It's for me! Says so on the brass plaque.

Tucker and I have been visiting and sitting on it in the mornings. It's in the 'way back part of the woodland trail. It's quiet and beautiful. I love it and so appreciate their thoughtfulness.





Sigh. So. Thirty months and now it's done. Well, they have a few finishing touches to put to it, and of course if we ever get rain, there's a ton of landscaping. But my involvement for the most part is over. We do have aspirations for a custom piece of vertical art in the "donut" gardens but that can wait a bit.



Today I took the day off from Art Museum and from Curious Writer just to clean house and get some things done. We have been pretty disorganized around here the past few weeks. Little One has even had to buy her lunch 3 or 4 times. (shudder.) So, now on to a Normal Life.



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