How True

An artist depiction of His Highness tramping our Constitution.

H/T to the Drudge Report.

Stephen

Bits and Pieces

It's quiet this morning. I hear the wind chimes, birds, the angry chatter of a squirrel. and Sweet Wife's gentle footsteps as she putters around the house. I'll miss her next week when she returns to work.

Little Bit had a nice long visit with us last evening. She walked into the family room and to my chair and gently placed her hands on my face. She leaned and gently gave me a tiny kiss. Asked if she could really sit in my lap. I took her and placed her on my right leg, she leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her. We didn't say a word, each to the other, for several minutes. I soaked in her love.

Then, "Papa."

"Yes, Sweetheart."

"Don't ever leave me again."

"I'll try, Honey, but Papa couldn't help it. I was sick, Honey."

"Did you try to go to Heaven, Papa. Did you want to see your mommy?"

I glanced over at Sweet Wife. She's quietly shedding tears. Little Bit still has a bear hug on me.

"No, Punkin, Papa didn't want to go to Heaven. I wanted to stay here with you and Nana."

"Okay, Papa. Can you walk?"

"Yes, slowly. Why?"

"Cause you need to get up and go to my room. We need to play."

So, I stood and she took my hand in hers and we slowly walked to her bedroom. (We've set aside a room for her visits. She refuses to sleep in it. It's a long way from our room and nightlights just don't cut it.) She took a couple of dolls from her bed and gave me one. We played. After a few minutes she took my doll and placed it aside, then gently pushed me back on the bed. She snuggled. Then she slept. I held her and thanked the good Lord for such a gift. And, my life.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my new friend and follower, WildChildT. She has a nice blog, http://wildchild-t.blogspot.com/, full of great information. She's also a foodie; what's not to love.

Wildchild, I promise to always answer any comments, good or bad.

Please, my dear friends, take a moment and visit her blog and give her a warm welcome.

Again, thanks and welcome. You are now among friends.

Stephen

A Milestone

At some point today my blog recorded its one hundred thousandth hit.

All because of you. My humble thanks.

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

To my lovely new follower and friend, Auntie J.  As always with my 'welcome' post I promise to answer any and all comments.

Please, pull a cup of coffee, have a seat and let's have some fun. Again, thank you and welcome.

You are now among friends.

Stephen

You Be Kidding Me

The day nurse arrived at noon. Nice lady. Sweet wife lead her to our family room. She walks in and places her laptop and pile of paperwork on our coffee table and ever so gently, takes a seat.

I patiently wait as she takes in the room. She swiveled, looks this way and that...then, "Oh my God, how many books do you own?"

In truth I reply, "Not sure."

Silence. Sweet Wife gives me the 'look.' She knows I'm about to go all smart ass.

Then, the day nurse said - and I'm serious..."You read all these?" Her words...really.

With full knowledge I'm still under the gaze of Sweet Wife, I said, "Yes Mame, I've read all of them, and more. I have a library in the other wing of the house."

Silence.

Then, "You be kidding me."

She looks at me, mouth wide open. I smiled. Sweet Wife smiled. We've heard it before, one of those been there done that moments.

The day nurse stands and walks over and places her hand on my head. After a moment or two I asked if she was checking my temperature.

"No, I just wanted to know if your head was gonna bust wide open."


I think I'll like her.

Stephen

So Be It

This truly saddens me. I have now been labeled a bigot. So be it.

Kris WatsonFeb 3, 2012 08:52 AM

Hello, Stephen. I have been reading your blog for a nice long while now, and am sending best wishes for you quick recovery.

However, I have just removed your blog from my reading list, because of this post. Not because you are not correct to remnd us all of the dangers in our world today, but because I have no respect for anyone who attacks another person based on their appearance. You have no information on this family's situation, yet you chose to assume that the father was a bad parent because he didn't take his child to school, and that said bad parenting was because of his weight. It was a bad decision on your part, and in the end I cannot remain in support of a blog which condones bigotry. You may not see it now, but any prejudgement based on appearance is bigotry, whether it be skin color, disability, or weight. I am very disappointed in you, and even though you are recovering from an illness right now, this time of reflection may be helpful.

 I truly hate to lose followers. I believe this dear lady missed the main point of my post. Interesting, none the less. The post is here.