Images from Memorial Day Weekend

Mysterious Man in the Adirondacks
Why must the firetrucks and rescue vehicles blow
their clarion call?

Paige Peterson the cutest little cowgal around,shes a

spunky little pardner.

OM

Happy Birthday Charlie

Charlie,

Happy Birthday Charlie...

Look at what you missed... Your birthday being celebrated in Little Bombay on the Watchung reservation. Richie and the Injuns!

Will & Court Do the Prom Thing

One Big Ass Country

CA




AZ




NM



TX




KS

Only way to see it: on the back of a moto!

Without Forethought of Grief

A wood duck pair visited our pond yesterday evening, the first we've ever seen here. It reminded me of a favorite Wendell Berry poem.

Credit: http://arnica.csustan.edu/photos/animals/wood_duck.jpg

The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound of fear
of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests
in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Moto Dudes

Here's the two of us before our epic ride home.





i wonder what i was thinking... but away i go!

Mother's Day

Doris tells it like it is.
Hope is thwarted and she weeps while adjusting her tiny headband.
Susan made carrot cake and I made yellow with raspberry butter and buttercream. Is that enough butter or should I serve melted butter to dip it in?

It was a nice Mother's Day. Susan's Mom and Dad came over too and we ate alot and then had WAY too much cake. Thatcher gave me a coin with George W's smirky face on it. Rob Larmour (Susan's dad) who is a very nice man and very laid-back told me when he sees Bush on TV he stands up and screams at him. Don't we all?

Loud and clear from WBS

Friday we were visiting with Dad in our usual spot by the nurses station. Hank was there too and the conversation proceeded in a roundabout formless way, Dad asking a question, Hank saying "those are very attractive shoes" , Dad saying "are you still in Pennsylvania, when are we leaving, etc." Looking up we noticed the bad-haired, disheveled, shirt stretched over fat belly form of Dr. Arrogant Ryan approaching. Dad noticed too and he did his darnest to explain to us who he was. " Look, this is the flamerjam flotenberg" he says. "Hes top slatherplum wasitbull" he tried again. He knew who the guy was and he looked at him with a mixture of admiration, fear, and loathing. Dr. R began speaking, "Well, look who we have here, the Simpsons. Bill, you've made it back.You're even walking around. You are just about the same minus a few marbles. You surprised us all." In an aside to Jim and I, he assures us that Bill's blood count was okay. It was all very smarmy and friendly, like he thought we thought he really knew what he was doing or cared.Like he thought it was okay to speak about a patient to his family like that. The guy really should be punched. But Dad had the last word. He looks up at Ryan and says, "I could take you, you're pretty big but I could get you down." It was quite clear, no garbled words, no mistaking what he meant. Good for you Dad!

I know that some who read the Blog are not familiar with Dr. Ryan. Hes been WB's doc for a long time and hes a jerk.His remarks on Friday were unprofessional and cavalier.

Halcyon Days

Happy Mama's Day to all You Mamas Out There

Muchas Gracias for Everything You Do!




I miss my mama at some moment in almost every single day.

though i have noted that our little one might be nearly as stubborn as her pennsylvania dutch grandma

Manifesto

From Adbusters--
Journal of the Mental Environment
An ecological magazine, dedicated to
examining the relationship between
human beings and their physical
and mental environment.
Published in Vancouver, B.C.
www.adbusters.org

My family visiting NJ

Swati Joshi (My brother Vivek’s wife) and their 2 children Shreyas(13) and Akshay(10) arrived in NJ on 1st May. They will be in the US for 4 weeks.

The last I had met them was during my India trip in Jan/Feb 2006. Now they have come to spend some time with me and meet their new Rich Uncle, his sons with golden hair and the Simpson family of which they have heard a lot.

Swati is the main pillar of my brother’s Air Pollution control business and also runs her own factory in Pune. Shreyas and Akshay are naughty and mischievous. Quite handful.
They both enjoy sports. “Rich Uncle” has already started teaching them tennis and has opened up his back yard for the amateur amusement rides.

Nanda