Beneath the Wraps

There have been some mornings in which I could feel a touch of fall in the air.   Some mornings.   Not all mornings.   Not Yesterday.   In fact it was hot.   Jenna’s first day of school and I put Highness in the car so that I could take him for a walk.   It was hot.   Very hot. The sun shown in my eyes. Too bright. I couldn’t drive home towards it so we walked around until The sun rose higher in the sky.   Yesterday was very unlike today which has a coolness about it.   I don’t know the temperature outside.   But the promise of fall seems real now.   Not like the overcast days in July when the dark clouds filled the skies with malicious teasing creating a sticky hotness that wasn’t felt from the sun alone.   Today the sun peaks through but there is still a touch of fall in the air.   A touch of a promise.   I don’t think we’re through with sum...

While I was reading   this post , my mind flooded with ideas for a comment I might leave – but there were too many thoughts racing through my mind that my fingers couldn’t keep up with what I thought I wanted to say – so while trying to condense my comment (so that it did not come out to be longer than the Jake’s post) I made errors with spelling and smooth transitions.   My comment sounded disjointed and stupid – to me anyway.   Perhaps not all of it sounded unpolished and sloppy.   My thoughts were flying faster than I could get the words out. When I reread through the first comment that I left, I realize I should have just stopped at the second paragraph. I copied the first two paragraphs and deleted my original comment and tried again – with just the two paragraphs and a link for my brother’s blog. I’d like to share my ideas and hope that they are valid and helpful.   But I don’t want to sound preachy. Some of ...

My head is so full that the words are spilling over and I can’t write or type them in as quickly as I think I’m thinking them. Not to mention that Jenna continues to interrupt my every thought.   School starts tomorrow!   I think much better when I am by myself. There was too much I had wanted to respond to as I posted a comment to a blog I had read yesterday.   I certainly didn’t wish for my comment to be larger than the post itself and so tried to sum up everything that was going through my mind.   Didn’t work.   I did a copy paste and deleted my original comment and reposted a few paragraphs – though there still exists an epistle in my mind. I am overwhelmed with ideas for post subjects (though not many titles) and I’ve been brainstorming and adding sentences and moving words around.   Thus far I have at least six different post ideas.   That doesn’t count the fifteen plus ideas that I already have in my files.   So I...

         There is always a risk factor involved with selecting videos I have not previously seen or may have never even heard of before.   For the most part I have read the description, visualize the setting of the story and may check it out.   But most often I have made poor selections as there have been many that I cannot be drawn in due to bad acting or poor dialogue or lame writers or what have you.   I actually haven’t been successful in my gambles.   But on Saturday we checked out a video I rather enjoy and will have to look into reading the award winning novel by Watt Key (as books are generally much much better than the movie)          “Alabama Moon” was great.   I enjoyed watching Moon grow and allow himself to make choices and find strengths in those he associated with.   The story starts off with Moon burying his father, and as he is digging we see ...

       Jenna is loud!  Even when she is quiet for her, she is still loud by definition.  I think that's one reason Biff is gone.        My eldest son, Biff, has a girlfriend in another county.   He says 45 minutes away.   I haven’t driven it. But it is where he current girlfriend lives.   He drives there on Saturday afternoon and doesn’t return home until late Monday night – I would guess at the same time that Jeanie leaves for work . . .          He works on Saturday nights which means he is commuting from Syracuse to Sandy – that’s quite a commute.   And expensive.   Good thing Biff is using his own gas and not mine and Roland’s.   Not that he’d have our permission.   If you’re an avid follower you may recall from this post that Biff is supposed to be out of the house.          Bef...

Jenna has always had a fascination with “secret codes”.   She enjoys translating and sending coded messages.   She has rewritten the alphabet and created characters for each letter.    For a while we were doing picture characters, but drawing an octopus got tiresome after attempting to draw it the last six notes or so. I am okay with stick figures and symbols – but when it comes to drawing, many of my animals end up looking the same.   So I changed some of the characters from the code that Jenna had and wrote a note and told her to translate without using the key.   An early introduction to cryptogram.   More clues.   More puzzles.   How fun! Jenna’s last code was symbols drawn at random – but it’s something I can/could learn. L 7 O € £ ≠ ÷ © ∞ Ω π × " # % + \ [ ^ ] ¦ ¤ ◊ ∂ √ ∆ for example I am so grateful for her enthusiasm and her desire and willingness to learn and create.  

         Jenna and I came out of the library to see a brilliant red ball hanging in the sky.             There’ve been a lot of fires in Utah.   Many in the nation. The smoke makes the sun appear to be red.                   I’m sorry for the many whose homes have been lost.             I enjoyed seeing the sun.