Over the next few days, I’ll be helping my mother manage her transition from rehabilitation back to her own apartment. Posting may be light.
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Over the next few days, I’ll be helping my mother manage her transition from rehabilitation back to her own apartment. Posting may be light.
Next post: Boomer Anthems: Against the Wind
Previous post: Oceanside
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.

My feet are on the hilltops.

My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.

Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.

I have been to hell and back many times.

I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.

I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.

I know the passionate seizure of beauty

And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
 in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
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Take It Where You Find It
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Flowers, don’t forget flowers.
We’ll manage.
Just remember to keep an eye on her “friends”. She just got out of rehab, ya know. Don’t let them talk her into overly-long bridge games for a while. 🙂
Chinese take-out with loving son is considered the best home coming by all the nibs. Also, possibly a new hair-do at Monsieur Henri’s.
“But, Ma! Magenta? Really? MaGENta! ‘Mind my own business’? You ‘Somehow managed to live 100 years without my hair appraisals…. Who do I think I am…Rex Reed?’ But Magenta, Mom….. Okay, I’ll ‘Go outside and feed a pigeon.’ These modern women!”
First Things.
Hope all goes well for the both of you.
JWM
Am I reading too much into this? Are you having to construct a ramp? Don’t take the time to answer. Doesn’t matter so long as she’s back home.
Bet she’ll be delighted to be back in her own home. Take good care.
As of this evening, mom is back in her apartment of the last 38 years and happy to be there at last. There will be more rehab and more getting used to her new pace, but for today, and there is only THIS DAY, she’s been given a new lease on life as she prefers to live it.
Many thanks for all your prayers and good wishes.
Gerard
Welcome home Mom Lois
We never for a minute doubted that you would be healed and home in a short time. You’ve got a lot of moxie. You and your son make a great team.
“til we see you again,
Bob and Peg