Hello, Readers. This is a bit of a hurried Lamp Post posting tonight as Eloise has lots of plans for the weekend. I got a football game and a fund raiser and a Footloose movie to go and see, and that’s all BEFORE dinner time on Saturday. But namely, my main project is installing my Wi-Fi. A bit late in the game, you say? Not at all really, considering we were the first to have it several years ago when I went though the painful process before. I no sooner had that $100 router figured out and installed when I saw a report that experts were studying Wi-Fi and it’s possible links to brain cancer. I rapidly unplugged it all and threw it in the trash. Years have passed and Wi-Fi is literally everywhere. I’ve given it some thought and came to these conclusions: #1—It is now deemed completely safe, #2—We are all doomed. In either case we’re all in this together, so I’m giving it another attempt. I hope this installation goes better than the last time.
You know how that is once you start unplugging things of the technical sort. The Lamp Post will be out of service for a bit this weekend. I have this sick fear that I won’t be able to get everything up and working properly and will have to call a teenager (or a third grader) to hook it back up for me. I wanted you all to see the pictures from the last home game for my Huskies. Thanks, kids. It was a great season.
My children and football are the center of my world in the fall of every year. Eloise is a teacher and returns to throngs of noisy children every September. I am surrounded by them all day and their incessant questions (I teach the “avid learners”), then I come back for another dose every Friday night at a football game. I love high school football and always will. I’m my team’s biggest fan. On the movie included along with snapshots from Friday night’s game, are some other things from my world that I love. You’ll see lots of pictures of trees and leaves.
I have to make a public confession—I’m a tree nerd. I have 33 trees in my yard and each one has a special purpose. You’ll see one of my giant weeping willows, and my maple tree that is sick with tar blight. After school I got a really awesome shot of another tree with really bright yellow leaves. It’s like the lyric in the Luke Bryan song I love---the desperate way leaves in the fall hold colors tight. It’s as if the leaves really are desperately clinging to every last ounce of color before the desolate winter sets in. You’ll also see a little, baby elm sapling. It is my new favorite tree. I have to think of a name for her—I just can’t quite come up with it yet. Yes, Eloise names everything--even trees.
A friend of the family gave us the tree which is a Liberty Elm. This is the plaque it came with and the story behind it. The name is going to have to match the story somehow, so if you think of a good one, send me a suggestion.
The red colonial in the background is the house I grew up in. I built my house next door, so my parents are my next door neighbors. Living next to them is an adventure. It really is comforting for those of you who just got a shudder up your spine. They are an excellent source of blog material to say the least. After all, Everybody Loves Raymond is a sitcom written about that very thing. It's nice that my parents have the tree because they placed it in a spot where I can see it from my house too. This plaque which explains the story (and its a good one, so make sure you squint and read it) is hanging in my dad's garage which I named the Garagemahal.
The Garagemahal is a 40 x 30 foot sanctuary for my dear old dad. He is out there all the time---just like a little kid in a playhouse. It's his world. And in dad's world he surrounds himself with things that he loves: train memorabilia, Pittsburgh Steeler fan gear, and beer. The guy on the video holding the stein is not my Dad, but I do think it probably could be one of my German, beer loving relatives. I photographed the Beer Guy when I was in the Garagemahal taking a snapshot of the Liberty Tree plaque, which for now, is hanging on the wall just inside the man door. Once the tree matures the tag can be placed on the trunk.
On shelf above my computer you'll find my pencil can the girls made me out of beach glass, a bird cup Sam gave me for Mother's Day, a carved wooden lamb that reminds me of Jesus, and my lucky horseshoe. I found it when we were digging the foundation of our house. I built my house on what used to be a horse pasture in the 1800's. I'm not superstitious or anything, but I always make sure the points are facing upwards so my luck doesn't run out.
Meet Charlotte. A gift from Tracy Southern when she came home for a visit last spring. T Southern now lives in South Carolina, about a mile from Charlotte, NC where she originally moved (and left me lonely) many years ago. I thought it was a pretty, southern sounding name. TS told me "you can't kill this." I think after a month in the north the plant was out of sorts, so I sent her an email with the next photo attached. It read, "I beg to differ."
I always save the best for last, and this is the prizewinner of blog #99: This is the plant that Sister Somebody--Jack's teacher who is a nun, gave Karen to care for. She gave it to Karen to "split and re pot." Kenyan has them completely fooled. I told her to be extra careful with this one---we may need an extra nod when we're standing at Heaven's Gates someday. Re potting the office plant of a nun just may be our ticket.
While were all biding our time here, waiting for our turn to stand at Heaven's Gates, what have you filled your world with? Is it all work and no play? Eloise's advice today is this: get outside and do something you enjoy and take a couple of kids along; plant a tree (and make it an elm); have a beer or a coke and find someone to drink it with; share your world with someone today.
Make today a good day, Readers.