Monday, March 27, 2017

Lesson 471: Bust a Move

Happy Birthday, Sam!
Welcome to the double digits!


Our rumble-tumble,
rough and tough,
math wizard-sports fanatic son
turns 10 today.


When I think of Sam,
I think of movement.
He's pitched and rolled and twitched his way
into all of our hearts.

Sam is always on the go,
and at the same time,
he keeps all of us moving here at the Lamp Post.

There is always a practice to attend,
a game to be played,
a friend to have over,
and a joke to tell.

Here are some photos of Sam from the last year of his life.
You can see what an important role sports play.



Best wishes on your next decade, Sam.

Love,
Mother Eloise


Saturday, March 25, 2017

Lesson 470: Stitches

Welcome to the Lamp Post, Readers.
Allow Eloise to shed some light on this lovely March night.
The start of this blog will contain your typical Erie weather updates,
and the end will leave you in stitches for sure.



March is a transitional month weather wise.



Lingering snow.


Lots of rain.



Really cool colors.

Lots of great photo opportunities.


There is a restlessness in the spring.
Everyone is waiting for things to come.
Sometimes the spring fog prevents you from seeing what lies ahead.



That's when you have to dig down,
trust your gut,
and just keep moving.

Sam had to employ a great deal of trust last Saturday
when he attended a roller skating birthday party for a classmate.
Roller rinks are cool, not to mention timeless.


Sam is stubborn and swore up and down he wouldn't skate 
because he feared injuring his arm for baseball season.
My boy tried wheelie-feet before with not much success.
He looked like a baby elephant trying to roller skate.

Hanging out next to the claw machine for two hours was not an option,
so he laced up and promised me one lap.

Sam did a 15 minute once-round,
clinging to the wall with his fingertips,
loudly protesting the entire way, begging for rescue.
I could hear him even over the blasting music.
There was nothing his sisters and I could do for him
but sit in the booth and laugh.
It was quite comical.


What it really took to break Sam free was watching his buddies do it.
They, too, looked like Dumbos on on wheels.
They also fell.
But they laughed at themselves,
got back up,
and kept at it.


One 15 minute lap for Sam
turned into another-and he shrunk his time to 10 minutes around.
By the third time around, he finally let go,
and PR'ed with a 6 minute loop,
falling sixteen times.
Sam got himself up every time,
and left the rink not in need of stitches!
Success!
We have so much we can learn from kids
and how they approach life.


Spring is a great time to move with my workout group.
All workouts are free during the month of April.



Team Adrenaline workouts truly are for everyone.
Scan this crowd from Tuesday night's workout.
There is a face like yours in it.


Bring your significant other,
kids,
neighbors,
and 
grandparents--
all for free during the month of April.

You will get a great workout and the light-hearted humor
will surely leave you in stitches.


I received my own little stitch fix this weekend 
from Stitch Fix.
It is the box-clothes order delivered to your home
based on a style profile you fill out.
Curious, more than anything,
I gave it a whirl,
I ended up loving all five items they sent
and kept two of my favorites.
I am going to give it a try again next month.



We're getting geared up for baseball and softball seasons.


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Ellen Louise,
our Lady Huskie played her first scrimmage of the year this week.
Brrrr!
It was a cold one.




Her softball game went a little better than her Driver's License test did.
Grandma took Ellen to the test center.
Ellen's failure was a blast from the past.
I failed my first attempt way back in 1987.
Grandma was a little tougher 30 years ago,
and she spent a full hour screaming at me afterwards.
Time has mellowed the old girl out some
as evidenced by this text.


(Well, mellowed a tiny bit, anyway).

The parallel parking was shaky,
but Ellen had real problems reading this one sign.
So, I did what any good teachers do--
remediate when a weakness is found.
I made her a study packet.


I find visuals a very helpful learning tool,
so I placed some around the house for her quick and easy reference
to study for the next week.











To be fair,
I'll post the photo she took of the sign she missed.

Weekend homework:
Analyze these photos and determine if the
No Turn On Red sign
is poorly placed.


See it?


How about here?


Ahhh....there!


Ellen gets to give it another shot next week!

And to prove that it's good to laugh at one's mishaps,
from poor roller skating ability
to failing a driver's exam,
I'll post my own:

Eloise's newest claim to fame:
I drove through a wall!


My foot slipped off of the brake and stomped onto the gas,


and in one second's time,
I put the nose of the van clear through this wall!


Grandpa came over to help with the repair work.
I busted up my neon Rolling Rock sign!


Now I drink ....ing Rock!



There's been quite a local response to the CBS report on manufacturing,
centering on Erie.  Many in my community were disappointed with the coverage
as Erie was shown in a very depressing light.

Lots of #MyErie videos have been circulating facebook--
one great one from a couple of local photographers.

This is something similar I made in 2014,
prior to my 25th year class reunion,
for my classmates to enjoy.

We do have a great hometown.
This is #MyErie

ELOISE


Friday, March 17, 2017

Lesson 469: Nancy Mulligan

Top o' the evenin' to ya, Readers!



It is a fine St. Patrick's Day here in Erie.
It's fun to celebrate holidays on Fridays.


Winter still has it's icy hold on us.


The Canadian geese have returned to the area,



but their favorite floating place is frozen again.


It's not a ton of snow by Erie standards,


but it hung on most of the week



 after the initial dump.


It felt great to workout in sunlight for a change!



It looked a whole lot warmer than it felt that evening.
Everything weather related felt a bit confusing this past week.


This was Sam's baseball practice this week--
shooting hoops in the gym.


Sam's basketball team came in second place for the season.
Not bad at all 
for a team just put together in October.



Basketball is still on his brain with the NCAA tournament starting.


Sam is the biggest cheerleader in the house 
(next to me).
He spent a whole day making signs for the teams.



These are the final four I picked for my bracket.


Sam decorated the entire house with them,
after he sold them to me
on a half price special--
50 cents each.
Sigh.


I hope the heavy globs of scotch tape peels well from the wallpaper and paint.
Sigh.
Stretch.
This kid tuckers me out.


Sam had something to say about everyone's brackets.
He raised question with Grandma for picking Vermont.

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Sam didn't even bother making a sign for Vermont,
thinking they would not be much of a tournament force.

The little conniver decided to make a 
Special Edition
single copy
 cheer sign
for good old Vermont,
then sold it to Grandma for 5 bucks.
It was a Limited Edition, you know.
Sigh.
Stretch.
Yawn.
Sam is exhausting!

Ellen donned her favorite Irish t-shirt.


She's all smiles because she's playing for the Lady Huskies again this year.


Grandma quickly sent a reminder--
the old gal doesn't miss a trick.
Apparently there is a wee bit of Irish in us somewhere.
County Cork sounds like a cool place to live.
Perhaps I should send Sam and Grandma on a trip to investigate
because the two of them are real Corkers.


I traded my traditional Friday night favorite 
for one of these.
I was prepared to tell you how horrible it was--
but I actually liked it!


Sam went to baseball practice like this.


Natalie went shopping in these.


St. Patrick's Day is fun,
no matter your % of the Irish in you.
Take these wise words from my fave--
Dinky Donkey.
(You can follow him on facebook).

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My favorite St. Patrick's Day story is the one of Nancy Mulligan.
It is a new song on Ed Sheeran's awesome new album Divide.


What's not to love about Ed Sheeran.
Mad talent in an ordinary kid next door persona.
I love Ed in interviews--
so humble,
so likable.


The story of the song is about his grandparents.
This is his Grandmother, age 92.


Weekend homework--
save for when you are not too blurry eyed.

#1--watch this video 



#2--Read this article


#3--the best things are always the third things--
Listen to this song.

No official for it yet--
just a lyric video,
This one will help you truly understand the story.
I absolutely love everything about this song--
it is my favorite on the album
which has been on continual repeat at the Lamp Post.

Stories are the best way to learn--
through reading,
through tellings,
through music,
through art,
and through nature.

Listen to this story to end your St. Patrick's Day.
You'll be glad that you did.



Spread goodness and kindness, Readers.
Take it from the Irish.
They know what their talking about.

ELOISE
I feel like there's a gaping hole in our philosophy of human interaction. If we said really nice things about others behind their backs, even if the inclination is to say something negative and we have to really reach, maybe that would get back to them and change their life. Or maybe it would make you look like a nice person. Either way, you win. And so does everyone else.: