I went to see "The Heat" this weekend with my hubby and some friends. For two hours the f-bomb was dropped at least 200 times if not more. Normally I would have been greatly offended and perhaps even walked out and asked for a refund. But Melissa McCarthy had the entire audience howling so loud from the get-go that, believe it or not, some of those four-letter words were actually inaudible. Her character "Shannon Mullins" was a "take-no-shit" cop from the lower side of Boston. She interacted daily with the dregs of society whose words and actions seeped into her very being like the oxygen she breathed. Her choice of words were simply the result of who she was, where she was and what she did.
Her family was hardcore, foul-mouthed, beer-drinking Irishmen who pummeled her with profanities from the moment she walked through the door of her childhood home until she slammed that very same door shut after a heated argument about the arrest of a sibling. How could she throw her baby brother in jail? "Shannon," was for all practical purposes, dead to her family, and as far as she was concerned, she really didn't give a f........!
Sandra Bullock played the uptight, rule-abiding FBI agent, who because of circumstance ends up partnering with McCarthy. "Sarah Ashburn" was utterly shocked by the language, mannerisms, and outright disregard for department policy "Mullins" exhibited at every turn. No matter how much Bullock tried, her attempts to smooth McCarthy's rough edges repeatedly fell on deaf ears.
From only using the letter "F" when referring to that disgusting term at the beginning of the flick, "Ashburn" towards the end, vehemently spews the f-bomb in a wild tirade of curse words at the police big shots when her partner's character is being unmercifully assassinated. Her choice of words changed dramatically as the result of who she became, where she was and what she did. In the end, "Sarah" stated that "Shannon" was the best cop she had ever worked with and was proud to call her friend.
Despite what you might think, this is not a review of "The Heat." Whether or not you see this movie is of no matter to me. Although if you elect to bypass it, you'll be missing out on a "laugh-a-minute" "teachable moment" worthwhile story.
The f-bombs were used, not to disrespect or shock, but to portray a realistic picture of the life lead by the people who use such language the way we use "OMG" "CRAP" or "DAMN." These words are much more acceptable to us because these are the ones said by our families, in our neighborhoods, at our workplaces, etc. By interacting with decent, hard-working, church-going folks, their words and actions seep into our very being like the oxygen we breathe. Our choice of words are the result of who we are, where we come from and what we do.
Lastly, a few words on the Paula Dean, "N" word fiasco. "OMG", Paula was born and raised in the South! "CRAP", she said the "N" word twenty some years ago! And, "Damn" smearing her reputation and possibly ruining her entire career just isn't enough punishment for such abhorrent behavior!
Come on, people, let's open our minds and our hearts to the realities of life for each and every one of us. None of our realities are the same. None of us speak and act the same. Try to understand that.
We could all learn that very valuable lesson from "The Heat" in theaters now!
Monday, July 1, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Where Have All The People Gone?
While on our daily jaunt around the neighborhood, and since Shadow is the only living creature within earshot, I ask my dog, "where have all the people gone?" Of course, I don't expect her to answer in words but a mediocre woof would suffice. In truth I do know where they are, in the house with doors shut and windows shuttered. After all, it's 87 degrees, and in our neck of the woods, 87 degrees means stifling heat and oppressive humidity. We could walk for miles and never see anyone on the porch, in the yard, or hanging out the kitchen window. Being Sunday, the hope of catching a glimpse of the postman or water meter reader is nonexistent.
I began thinking about the demonic "jailer" who has imprisoned all of us from human interaction during the summer months. WHOLE HOUSE AIR-CONDITIONING! Why should anybody step foot outside under such horrid conditions when they are comfortably locked away in the coolness of their homes? Such a thought is simply ludicrous!
But maybe I can offer a few suggestions as to why venturing out-of-doors on a hot and humid summer day might be beneficial. Perhaps while sitting on the front porch, a woman and her dog pass by. She smiles and stops to talk. Whether the brief conversation is merely prattle or of substance is not important. What matters is that both of you have been released from the lonely isolation air-conditioning has imposed. Who knows, next time you might invite her to come sit awhile and over time become life-long friends.
What if you decided to escape the confines of the constant 72 degrees utopia that air-conditioning has shackled you to and step out into the backyard? You could bravely plant a small garden of peas, peppers, pumpkins, and any other veggie that begins with the letter "p." Since watering is necessary for the growth of the "p" plants, you would have incentive to leave your prison for an hour each day. And, just maybe, your neighbor whom you haven't seen or talked with in months is courageous enough to do the same! The two of you could talk about the progress your respective gardens are making, the techniques each of you are using to grow bigger and more productive plants, and how sharing your harvests would provide your families with more variety on their dinner plates. This seemingly innocent venture could eventually lead to a farmers market right in your very own backyards.
And lastly, if the fear of leaving your air-conditioned paradise simply paralyzes you, perhaps you can muster enough gumption to open a window. At first maybe you can only do an inch or two, but with practice you will be able to raise it to full capacity. Now you might stick your head out and playfully cheer on the kids next door who are attempting to beat the heat with a one-on-one basketball game. They seem to be having a blast. On the other hand, you, not so much. So, be damned with that air-conditioning controller, you whip on a pair of shorts and a tank, tie up your Nikes, open the locked front door, and join in the fun. After making three hoops, the thought of being hot doesn't even phase you. Besides sweating cleanses the body of harmful toxins leaving you feeling and looking better than you have in years.
Trying these simple suggestions could have amazing results. You will no longer have that jailhouse pallor, and the whole house air-conditioning that enslaved you for years, will no longer have you in a death grip. You will finally be free! So go out and enjoy the sun! Shadow and I can't wait to meet up with you and shoot the bull if only for a minute or two.
I began thinking about the demonic "jailer" who has imprisoned all of us from human interaction during the summer months. WHOLE HOUSE AIR-CONDITIONING! Why should anybody step foot outside under such horrid conditions when they are comfortably locked away in the coolness of their homes? Such a thought is simply ludicrous!
But maybe I can offer a few suggestions as to why venturing out-of-doors on a hot and humid summer day might be beneficial. Perhaps while sitting on the front porch, a woman and her dog pass by. She smiles and stops to talk. Whether the brief conversation is merely prattle or of substance is not important. What matters is that both of you have been released from the lonely isolation air-conditioning has imposed. Who knows, next time you might invite her to come sit awhile and over time become life-long friends.
What if you decided to escape the confines of the constant 72 degrees utopia that air-conditioning has shackled you to and step out into the backyard? You could bravely plant a small garden of peas, peppers, pumpkins, and any other veggie that begins with the letter "p." Since watering is necessary for the growth of the "p" plants, you would have incentive to leave your prison for an hour each day. And, just maybe, your neighbor whom you haven't seen or talked with in months is courageous enough to do the same! The two of you could talk about the progress your respective gardens are making, the techniques each of you are using to grow bigger and more productive plants, and how sharing your harvests would provide your families with more variety on their dinner plates. This seemingly innocent venture could eventually lead to a farmers market right in your very own backyards.
And lastly, if the fear of leaving your air-conditioned paradise simply paralyzes you, perhaps you can muster enough gumption to open a window. At first maybe you can only do an inch or two, but with practice you will be able to raise it to full capacity. Now you might stick your head out and playfully cheer on the kids next door who are attempting to beat the heat with a one-on-one basketball game. They seem to be having a blast. On the other hand, you, not so much. So, be damned with that air-conditioning controller, you whip on a pair of shorts and a tank, tie up your Nikes, open the locked front door, and join in the fun. After making three hoops, the thought of being hot doesn't even phase you. Besides sweating cleanses the body of harmful toxins leaving you feeling and looking better than you have in years.
Trying these simple suggestions could have amazing results. You will no longer have that jailhouse pallor, and the whole house air-conditioning that enslaved you for years, will no longer have you in a death grip. You will finally be free! So go out and enjoy the sun! Shadow and I can't wait to meet up with you and shoot the bull if only for a minute or two.
Monday, June 17, 2013
But A Father, He's Not!
Yesterday was Father's Day. You'd think I'd be remembering all the wonderful men in my life who are or had been the "best of the best" as fathers go. And I was. Yet why did I have my 32 year old nephew, Christopher on my mind. Yes, he's fathered two children, but a father he's not, and in my humble opinion, never will be!
Christopher is incarcerated at the Marienville State Prison in Pennsylvania for the next 10-20 years.
His list of offenses is a mile long, but the most egregious is child endangerment. While under house arrest for parole violations, Chris and his girlfriend got into an argument. She walked out taking their 2 year old daughter, Liza, with her. Unfortunately their 10 month old little girl was left with daddy.
As the story goes, my nephew continued to paint the livingroom leaving Lena to crawl around the floor unsupervised. According to Chris, when he went to use the bathroom, the baby pulled herself up on the rungs of the ladder causing the paint can to come crashing down on her tender skull. He stated that when he reentered the room, he found his daughter limp and unconscious covered in blue paint. At first he believed her to be dead, but after a time he noticed she was breathing and dialed 911.
Of course, the police were involved immediately. They'd followed my nephew's criminal activities
since he was seventeen when high on drugs and alcohol he grabbed an elderly woman's purse, knocked her to the ground and broke her arm. He turned eighteen before trial, making him an adult and eligible for imprisonment in jail for 13 months. After that first offense, Christopher became a regular in county.
Upon further interrogation, my nephew's story changed multiple times until finally the truth was uncovered. When his girlfriend left, Chris called one of this druggie buddies to pick him up to go searching for the "good stuff." Since there was no car seat available, he simply put Lena on his lap and continued to enjoy the ride. While speeding through town, the driver had to make a sudden stop, sending the baby into the dashboard so violently her skull was cracked in three places. No one knows how long it took these two addicts to realize the extent of her injuries, but eventually Chris was dropped off back at the house with his unconscious daughter. He said it took him awhile to call 911; he was afraid of the possible consequences.
Lena was taken to the hospital and since the swelling of her brain was so dramatic, operating on her had to be postponed for two weeks. For two weeks, this 10 month old little girl remained in a coma.
Finally a shunt was permanently placed in her brain so that the constant buildup of fluid could be relieved. The shunt will be there for the rest of her natural life.
That was three years ago. To this very day, if you ask him, Christopher will proudly say he is the father of two beautiful girls. He will tell you that when he gets out of prison he plans to get full custody since his girlfriend is also an addict and unfit to raise his children. He believes he can be the same kind of father my brother Dan was. Of course, by everyone's account, my brother was the "best of the best." Unfortunately his son didn't follow in his father's footsteps. Yes, Christopher fathered two beautiful babies, but a father he's not, and never will be!
Christopher is incarcerated at the Marienville State Prison in Pennsylvania for the next 10-20 years.
His list of offenses is a mile long, but the most egregious is child endangerment. While under house arrest for parole violations, Chris and his girlfriend got into an argument. She walked out taking their 2 year old daughter, Liza, with her. Unfortunately their 10 month old little girl was left with daddy.
As the story goes, my nephew continued to paint the livingroom leaving Lena to crawl around the floor unsupervised. According to Chris, when he went to use the bathroom, the baby pulled herself up on the rungs of the ladder causing the paint can to come crashing down on her tender skull. He stated that when he reentered the room, he found his daughter limp and unconscious covered in blue paint. At first he believed her to be dead, but after a time he noticed she was breathing and dialed 911.
Of course, the police were involved immediately. They'd followed my nephew's criminal activities
since he was seventeen when high on drugs and alcohol he grabbed an elderly woman's purse, knocked her to the ground and broke her arm. He turned eighteen before trial, making him an adult and eligible for imprisonment in jail for 13 months. After that first offense, Christopher became a regular in county.
Upon further interrogation, my nephew's story changed multiple times until finally the truth was uncovered. When his girlfriend left, Chris called one of this druggie buddies to pick him up to go searching for the "good stuff." Since there was no car seat available, he simply put Lena on his lap and continued to enjoy the ride. While speeding through town, the driver had to make a sudden stop, sending the baby into the dashboard so violently her skull was cracked in three places. No one knows how long it took these two addicts to realize the extent of her injuries, but eventually Chris was dropped off back at the house with his unconscious daughter. He said it took him awhile to call 911; he was afraid of the possible consequences.
Lena was taken to the hospital and since the swelling of her brain was so dramatic, operating on her had to be postponed for two weeks. For two weeks, this 10 month old little girl remained in a coma.
Finally a shunt was permanently placed in her brain so that the constant buildup of fluid could be relieved. The shunt will be there for the rest of her natural life.
That was three years ago. To this very day, if you ask him, Christopher will proudly say he is the father of two beautiful girls. He will tell you that when he gets out of prison he plans to get full custody since his girlfriend is also an addict and unfit to raise his children. He believes he can be the same kind of father my brother Dan was. Of course, by everyone's account, my brother was the "best of the best." Unfortunately his son didn't follow in his father's footsteps. Yes, Christopher fathered two beautiful babies, but a father he's not, and never will be!
Monday, June 10, 2013
"What A Wonderful World!"
I'm watching my grandson, Liam's Kindergarten Memories video for the 100th time. Tears are streaming down my cheeks for the 100th time, too. I'm certainly not sad, but I really can't say I'm happy either. I think the word that describes my feelings right now might be overwhelmed. Being totally submerged in the purity of mind, heart, and soul reflected in the eyes of all those beautiful, untainted beings, leaves me breathless. At no other time in the life of a human is there the awesome potential to be whatever you wish to be as when you are 5 years old and living in the magical kingdom called "kindergarten."
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" is softly playing as pictures of children laughing and learning glide across the screen. Their exuberance for life is obvious. They believe that anything is possible and they know their personal dreams will come true. The potential they possess now will never be greater; they merely have to use their God-given power to realize it. Their unblemished ability to accept and love others for who they are rather than who they might want them to be is mind boggling.
How could ones so young embrace differences without passing judgment or inflicting unspeakable pain?
I now hear "What A Wonderful World!" playing in the background. Besides being one of my most favorite songs of all time, I think what an appropriate choice for this amazing video. The lyrics as well as the melody bring great hope for the future to my biased, self-righteous, rigid adulthood. These children have no preconceptions about life; their intentions are pure. These children do not think they are always right; their willingness to listen is pure. These children are not stuck in narrow mindedness; their eagerness for exploration is pure.
"I hear babies cry; I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll ever know. And I think to myself, "What A Wonderful World!"
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" is softly playing as pictures of children laughing and learning glide across the screen. Their exuberance for life is obvious. They believe that anything is possible and they know their personal dreams will come true. The potential they possess now will never be greater; they merely have to use their God-given power to realize it. Their unblemished ability to accept and love others for who they are rather than who they might want them to be is mind boggling.
How could ones so young embrace differences without passing judgment or inflicting unspeakable pain?
I now hear "What A Wonderful World!" playing in the background. Besides being one of my most favorite songs of all time, I think what an appropriate choice for this amazing video. The lyrics as well as the melody bring great hope for the future to my biased, self-righteous, rigid adulthood. These children have no preconceptions about life; their intentions are pure. These children do not think they are always right; their willingness to listen is pure. These children are not stuck in narrow mindedness; their eagerness for exploration is pure.
"I hear babies cry; I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll ever know. And I think to myself, "What A Wonderful World!"
Monday, June 3, 2013
IT TOOK MORE THAN 50+YEARS!
On June 20, 2012 I fulfilled a lifelong dream. I will celebrate my first anniversary as a children's book author in two weeks and it only took 50+ years to do it! And here's why.
First, I had to complete high school. I was only a sophomore in 1960 but that is when, due to the most awesome English teacher on the planet, I passionately fell in love with writing. I started with poetry, winning a contest and having my poem showcased in an unknown publication. From that moment on, I was hooked. But first I had to:
ENTER THE NUNNERY
TEACH ELEMENTARY SCHOOL FOR 3 YRS
LEAVE THE NUNNERY AFTER 5 YRS
TEACH JUNIOR HIGH MATH & SCIENCE FOR 3 YRS
GET MARRIED IN 1968 (STILL TOGETHER FOR 45 YRS)
HAVE TWO CHILDREN
BECOME PTA PRESIDENT
DIRECT CHRISTMAS PLAY
HAVE THIRD CHILD
COMPLETE BACHELOR'S DEGREE
DIRECT RELIGIOUS ED. PROGRAM 5YRS
BECOME CERTIFIED IN ELEMENTARY/EARLY CHILDHOOD ED.
SUBSTITUTE TEACH FOR 4 YRS
CONTRACT CHRONIC NEUROLOGICAL CONDITION
TEACH KINDERGARTEN FOR 10 YRS
DIRECT PRESCHOOL 4 YRS
EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR OF CHILD DEVELOPMENT CENTER 3YRS
LEARNED MY NEPHEW WAS A DRUG ADDICT
RETIRE IN 2000
BURIED MY 92 YEAR OLD MOM
VOLUNTEER FOR CHURCH & COMMUNITY ORGS
WITNESSED THE INCARCERATION OF MY NEPHEW
BURIED MY 67 YEAR OLD BROTHER, DAN
BECOME "GRAMMY" TO 7 TERRIFIC KIDS
These are only some of the highlights of my 68 years that have kept me busy for the past 50+ years.
My life has been both beautiful and sad. I've learned from every experience and am thankful for the
opportunities given me along the way to grow and prosper.
Becoming an author after a 50+ years has been well-worth the wait. I am enjoying every second of
my new career and hope to inspire anyone with a dream to keep reaching. It's NEVER TOO LATE!
First, I had to complete high school. I was only a sophomore in 1960 but that is when, due to the most awesome English teacher on the planet, I passionately fell in love with writing. I started with poetry, winning a contest and having my poem showcased in an unknown publication. From that moment on, I was hooked. But first I had to:
ENTER THE NUNNERY
TEACH ELEMENTARY SCHOOL FOR 3 YRS
LEAVE THE NUNNERY AFTER 5 YRS
TEACH JUNIOR HIGH MATH & SCIENCE FOR 3 YRS
GET MARRIED IN 1968 (STILL TOGETHER FOR 45 YRS)
HAVE TWO CHILDREN
BECOME PTA PRESIDENT
DIRECT CHRISTMAS PLAY
HAVE THIRD CHILD
COMPLETE BACHELOR'S DEGREE
DIRECT RELIGIOUS ED. PROGRAM 5YRS
BECOME CERTIFIED IN ELEMENTARY/EARLY CHILDHOOD ED.
SUBSTITUTE TEACH FOR 4 YRS
CONTRACT CHRONIC NEUROLOGICAL CONDITION
TEACH KINDERGARTEN FOR 10 YRS
DIRECT PRESCHOOL 4 YRS
EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR OF CHILD DEVELOPMENT CENTER 3YRS
LEARNED MY NEPHEW WAS A DRUG ADDICT
RETIRE IN 2000
BURIED MY 92 YEAR OLD MOM
VOLUNTEER FOR CHURCH & COMMUNITY ORGS
WITNESSED THE INCARCERATION OF MY NEPHEW
BURIED MY 67 YEAR OLD BROTHER, DAN
BECOME "GRAMMY" TO 7 TERRIFIC KIDS
These are only some of the highlights of my 68 years that have kept me busy for the past 50+ years.
My life has been both beautiful and sad. I've learned from every experience and am thankful for the
opportunities given me along the way to grow and prosper.
Becoming an author after a 50+ years has been well-worth the wait. I am enjoying every second of
my new career and hope to inspire anyone with a dream to keep reaching. It's NEVER TOO LATE!
Monday, May 20, 2013
Still Asking Why?
Yesterday was my Dad's 65th death anniversary. He was 38 and I was 3 when he was tragically killed in a work-related accident. He left for work early Thursday morning and never came home again. He was inspecting a multi-ton furnace door when it came loose and began to fall. He ran but tripped and was crushed from the waist down. In 1948 hospitals could only do so much for these types of injuries. Dad died three days later. My Mom was widowed; my brother and I, orphaned. Why?
I've asked myself why for the past 65 years. Why did a man who was so caring, loving and funny die in the prime of his life? Why did a woman who was a terrific wife and mother have to shoulder such an unbearable loss? Why did two children, ages 3 & 5 have to become fatherless so young? Why did the lives of this happy little family have to change so dramatically for the worse?
And why after all this time is his dying so fresh in my mind and so painful to my heart even today?
I have never been able to find the answers to the why of it. You'd think that after 65 years I might stop asking why and just be resigned to my Dad's passing. I will never stop wanting to know why, but the answer unfortunately will never come. Of that I'm sure.
Over the years I've often taken my query to the top asking God to explain why my Dad had to die! Even if He knows, He's not talking!
I've asked myself why for the past 65 years. Why did a man who was so caring, loving and funny die in the prime of his life? Why did a woman who was a terrific wife and mother have to shoulder such an unbearable loss? Why did two children, ages 3 & 5 have to become fatherless so young? Why did the lives of this happy little family have to change so dramatically for the worse?
And why after all this time is his dying so fresh in my mind and so painful to my heart even today?
I have never been able to find the answers to the why of it. You'd think that after 65 years I might stop asking why and just be resigned to my Dad's passing. I will never stop wanting to know why, but the answer unfortunately will never come. Of that I'm sure.
Over the years I've often taken my query to the top asking God to explain why my Dad had to die! Even if He knows, He's not talking!
Monday, May 13, 2013
An Adventure To Remember
So I arrive exactly one day before Gabe Weston Alexander enters the world! Talk about timing. Everything goes well; easy labor, however my daughter begs to differ, home in two days, baby is adapting nicely to a schedule, however my daughter begs to differ, and now I can focus on the other two boys who need some well-deserved attention.
On Saturday morning, Liam, Beckham, Sadie, the dog, and I set out on a hiking adventure down the trail behind their rental. It's a beautiful wide path edged on both sides with natural forestry and a stream running parallel to the path. We stopped often to collect bugs, rocks, weeds, etc. I unleashed Sadie so she could run free through the brush, chase forest animals, and roll in whatever dogs like to roll in. Periodically we'd go to the edge of the trail and watch the water splashing over the boulders in the stream. The boys and I found all kinds of rocks to throw to see who could make the biggest splash!
At one point we spied an area in the stream where the boulders and rocks were positioned in such a way that crossing to the other side seemed doable. The boys begged me to take the challenge and extend our exploration to new heights. In truth, they didn't have to do any serious begging; I was as ready for the challenge as they were. All three of us slid down the embankment to the water's edge. I instructed the boys to take their time when crossing so as not to fall in. Like leap frogs, both of them hopped across a series of rocks in a flash. They were on the other side before I could blink my eyes twice. Now, it was my turn. As I stretched my left leg out to the first rock, I prayed that a higher power was there to support me. He or she was because I managed to make it over without any problem.
We spent time searching for more treasures; we found a beaver's dam, a 15' branch that Liam used as a balance pole, and an abandoned bench that someone may have used 100 years ago! After awhile we decided to go back. Liam was the first to reach the stream's edge. He managed to hop on two rocks before his leg slipped into the water. He and I began laughing so hard that Beckham decided to not slip but actually jump into the freezing water. Now our laughter escalated to roars. What great fun we were having!
It was my turn to attempt the crossing and to do it remaining dry. Seemed that luck was still with me because I had only the last boulder to navigate before setting my feet on land once again. I got my right leg situated on a flat spot, but as I tried to bring my left leg forward I slipped, first twisting the knee, then crashing it on the boulder with my full weight. My head fell smack dab in the mud and weeds at the water's edge. When I lifted it, my face was brown and my hair was adorned with twigs and leaves. After asking if I was all right, the boys cackled on loud and long. Finally, they made it across and started up the embankment. But I couldn't move. No one was around and I had to find a way up to the trail. It was Liam who suggested I use the 15' branch as a cane but since I'm now only 5'4.5" (use to be 5'6") that idea was not an option. However, by wedging the branch between two tree trunks, I managed to pull myself up.
The boys and Sadie ran home. I hobbled slowly along. When they reached the front door, talking at the same time telling my daughter about why they were all wet, what they saw on the other side, and how much fun they had, suddenly the realization that someone was missing occurred to her.
"Where's Grammy," she asked.
"Oh, she hurt her knee when she fell on the rocks and got her face stuck in the mud," replied Liam.
"Can she walk and should I go get her?" questioned my daughter.
"No, she's okay, but she probably won't get home anytime soon" laughed the redheaded imp.
A little while later I limped in, examined my battered and swollen knee, laid on the couch with an ice pack and smiled. What a hiking adventure that was! Probably be the next book in the "Grammy's Gang" series.
On Saturday morning, Liam, Beckham, Sadie, the dog, and I set out on a hiking adventure down the trail behind their rental. It's a beautiful wide path edged on both sides with natural forestry and a stream running parallel to the path. We stopped often to collect bugs, rocks, weeds, etc. I unleashed Sadie so she could run free through the brush, chase forest animals, and roll in whatever dogs like to roll in. Periodically we'd go to the edge of the trail and watch the water splashing over the boulders in the stream. The boys and I found all kinds of rocks to throw to see who could make the biggest splash!
At one point we spied an area in the stream where the boulders and rocks were positioned in such a way that crossing to the other side seemed doable. The boys begged me to take the challenge and extend our exploration to new heights. In truth, they didn't have to do any serious begging; I was as ready for the challenge as they were. All three of us slid down the embankment to the water's edge. I instructed the boys to take their time when crossing so as not to fall in. Like leap frogs, both of them hopped across a series of rocks in a flash. They were on the other side before I could blink my eyes twice. Now, it was my turn. As I stretched my left leg out to the first rock, I prayed that a higher power was there to support me. He or she was because I managed to make it over without any problem.
We spent time searching for more treasures; we found a beaver's dam, a 15' branch that Liam used as a balance pole, and an abandoned bench that someone may have used 100 years ago! After awhile we decided to go back. Liam was the first to reach the stream's edge. He managed to hop on two rocks before his leg slipped into the water. He and I began laughing so hard that Beckham decided to not slip but actually jump into the freezing water. Now our laughter escalated to roars. What great fun we were having!
It was my turn to attempt the crossing and to do it remaining dry. Seemed that luck was still with me because I had only the last boulder to navigate before setting my feet on land once again. I got my right leg situated on a flat spot, but as I tried to bring my left leg forward I slipped, first twisting the knee, then crashing it on the boulder with my full weight. My head fell smack dab in the mud and weeds at the water's edge. When I lifted it, my face was brown and my hair was adorned with twigs and leaves. After asking if I was all right, the boys cackled on loud and long. Finally, they made it across and started up the embankment. But I couldn't move. No one was around and I had to find a way up to the trail. It was Liam who suggested I use the 15' branch as a cane but since I'm now only 5'4.5" (use to be 5'6") that idea was not an option. However, by wedging the branch between two tree trunks, I managed to pull myself up.
The boys and Sadie ran home. I hobbled slowly along. When they reached the front door, talking at the same time telling my daughter about why they were all wet, what they saw on the other side, and how much fun they had, suddenly the realization that someone was missing occurred to her.
"Where's Grammy," she asked.
"Oh, she hurt her knee when she fell on the rocks and got her face stuck in the mud," replied Liam.
"Can she walk and should I go get her?" questioned my daughter.
"No, she's okay, but she probably won't get home anytime soon" laughed the redheaded imp.
A little while later I limped in, examined my battered and swollen knee, laid on the couch with an ice pack and smiled. What a hiking adventure that was! Probably be the next book in the "Grammy's Gang" series.
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