Hello, Readers.
I feel a change in the air.
Do you?
You can tell by the sky.
Look up.
There are more clouds,
and they get a heavy gray on the bottom.
These are just like the clouds I painted
on Ellen's dormered bedroom wall when she was 2.
I must say,
it was some of my best work,
and I would never let her paint over my handiwork.
The skies are very unique to transitional August.
Look up, and you'll see.
But don't forget to look down, as well.
The wildflowers of August are really extraordinary.
Other Looking Ups of this week:
Natalie caught a calm lake
and got one more float in the lake
with her favorite watermelon innertube.
We all toasted to a good report
on Grandma's eye!
After seven days of looking down,
her macular hole healed.
Grandma is now looking up
and forward to clearer eyesight
within the next few weeks.
Head out to the Lamp Post barn
and look up!
See the dollhouse built by my Father in Law?
Our newfound friend Gus has moved in.
More on the Story of Gus next week.
Ellen is heading back to the Boro
for her long-awaited Grad School placement
in the SLP Program.
Her siblings helped her settle in.
She and her puppets will be at work soon.
Moving during college is not fun,
but things started looking up when Cousin Chris showed up.
He assembled her lamp
and made fast friends with the internet guy.
As a very petite mom and daughter duo
were trying to figure out how to move
a couch to the second floor.
Sam, #51 for the Huskies O and D Lines
walked by.
Need some help?
he asked.
Things were looking up
for the New Yorkers
as Sam grabbed the other end.
Seems like just yesterday
he was excited to don his first helmet and pads
at AGE 8!
(Rules have since changed,
the young 'uns in HC play flag football)
As we look toward the end of this blog for tonight,
I usually try to end of a positive,
thoughtful,
or funny note.
But tonight,
I must end on a serious one.
The following homework is assigned to ALL Readers,
and REQUIRED READING/LISTENING.
I need to give adequate blog space
to Maui and its devastating fires.
As a Pennsylvanian,
I have admired the Hawaiian Islands from afar.
Although I have no personal connection to the people,
my heart goes out to them.
Especially after listening to this:
The account from the survivor was well told,
and the interviewer did an excellent job guiding
him through the retelling of his story.
If you have not helped yet,
and the story did not motivate you to do so,
then find another ad-free blog to read on Friday nights.
Here is a link to how you can help--
there are many agencies--
pick one.
I chose this one:
I figured the Hawaiians know their needs
the best.
What stays with me
after I listened to this podcast twice today,
once with myself,
and once with my family,
was what the survivor saw as he looked up.
(paraphrasing)
The sky was black and there were no stars.
The fire was the stars.
It looked like Hell.
The survivor looked to the Heavens
which he believed were beyond the black smoke
and red-raining embers.
Help me God.
I don't want to die today.
How many of the 100+ confirmed dead
and the 1,000+ still missing
pleaded the same.
Would this be my plea?
And all of the death and devastation people have experienced,
and I'm still wondering what happened to the dog.
Eloise
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