tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63650470076306418772024-03-05T03:55:10.697-05:00good googledy mooglediesWhere does this end up?pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.comBlogger368125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-60955886718497910922011-08-23T12:04:00.000-04:002011-08-23T12:04:18.328-04:00Because there can never be enough corgis to look at on the internet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I've started messing around with pinterest. As with most things on-line, except blogging because my kids don't blog and they barely ever even comment on my blog, my kids were doing it first and I'm a little late to the party. I've discovered I can pin my own corgi pictures to my own corgi board - so long as I've posted them on the blog. Well, I have not posted all my favorite pictures of Gus and Fiona but they are all on the card for the digital frame that I keep next to the computer. Soooo - here is a picture dump so I can post then snarf them off here to put on my pinterest board. It is my goal to have one of my corgi pictures show up on some website somewhere - you know, like lobster corgi or corgi in a swing. I'm going to be taking lots more pictures to see if I can get one that the world falls in love with, or at least someone out there in the ether. Probably means I need to come up with more costumes... It's very exciting to get an email notice that someone I don't know has "repinned" one of my guys to their own boards.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What never ever changes? Corgis always want to play frisbee. At least mine do. Didn't have shoes on so I stood on the deck and threw the magic disc for them a bit this afternoon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Who can resist a corgi smile?<br />
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Gus always drops the frisbee at the base of the stairs - But Fiona will grab it from the ground and carry it up for me.<br />
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She is very very fast...<br />
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But then Gus finds something gloriously smelly in the grass...<br />
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Dead worm?<br />
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Or rabbit poo?<br />
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pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-42802322688869846492011-06-07T21:04:00.000-04:002011-06-07T21:04:06.472-04:00Out of Delhi and into the StansThe third full day in India began with a six a.m. wake up call, down for breakfast by six-thirty, and ready to board the bus to leave by seven-thirty. Because of traffic leaving Delhi it was important that we roll out early - otherwise it would have taken us hours just to clear the city. This early morning thing was to become the theme of the trip. Usually to beat the heat, but sometimes it was to beat the crowds as well. We didn't mind. We didn't travel half way around the world to sleep - sleep can be had at home.<br />
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</div><div>This day was to be primarily a road day - ultimate destination Jaipur - but as is OAT's pattern, there were some very interesting and frankly wonderful adventures to be had along the way. But first, the first half of the road trip. So much to see! We began to see and learn about the life and culture of Indians who live outside the major cities. Almost the moment we left the city we began to see so many amazing things.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHcrDKzL_FA0A_pv9V4jPmrWM7-f-feVrPiBSq-gJKsySSSypUZXRg3WReOA4gaBq3737bl53n6XEY0PG1RWOgGGgmO3a2JwU8oPdBBFSxcdSs45Lhjf8VOHFVpFCOKXuUVnupyYbQS6E/s1600/IMG_4292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHcrDKzL_FA0A_pv9V4jPmrWM7-f-feVrPiBSq-gJKsySSSypUZXRg3WReOA4gaBq3737bl53n6XEY0PG1RWOgGGgmO3a2JwU8oPdBBFSxcdSs45Lhjf8VOHFVpFCOKXuUVnupyYbQS6E/s640/IMG_4292.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div>At the border of each state of India we had to stop and the bus driver's helper had to take a list of all the foreigners on the bus to some both. At each of these stops there would be vendors ready to sell us trinkets - bangles, necklaces, postcards, little stuff. Most of the time the price would end up being 100 rupees (about $2.50) or maybe 200 rupees (necklaces). </div><div><br />
</div><div>On the topic of these street vendors let me fill you in on a few realities of life in India. It might seem that this sort of constant pressure to buy something would be irritating, and at times it was, but India is a very poor country with a population of around.......... and a massive poverty rate. These guys could be begging - at least they are trying to make an honest living and because of that fact I didn't mind. It is also this fact that kept us from bargaining too hard. As for begging children, I told you earlier that we agreed not to give the children money, or even candy. Here is why - all of these children are put on the street by adults who take their money from them as soon as you give it to the child. Also, these children need to be in school so that they can build a better life. School of some form is available to all of them. But even children of modest means will beg instead of going to school if they can convince the tourists to give them money. Those giving a few rupees here and there are dooming the children to a life of begging. Karni begged us to please not fall for the tricks these often cleaver children employed. I watched Karni deal with one after another as he would ask them "why aren't you in school?" Without exception they would reply that they go to school but that school is out today. He told us he'd been getting these same replies from the same children for years and regardless of what time of year or day of week. There was one boy who very cleverly told us he "collects American coins" - haha - in perfect English. Karni told me this boy can say the same thing in perfect French, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese.... basically any language you can name. Obviously a bright boy wasting his future for a few easy rupees and he'll never learn a trade.</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Village after village</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVMXdnhU_Xhk-1_9eG31tt_WBsInrSSS84hK_G_Mtwa_8-ZvOogcxlkIMvgbKdWY_vziCiCqIyVf4WwmbtDYXYkG1-CsjyLqOqzoyWEyQ3VTkrS_WX3YLTBznEIFfK6Vf6a0PGHNyokk/s1600/IMG_4296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVMXdnhU_Xhk-1_9eG31tt_WBsInrSSS84hK_G_Mtwa_8-ZvOogcxlkIMvgbKdWY_vziCiCqIyVf4WwmbtDYXYkG1-CsjyLqOqzoyWEyQ3VTkrS_WX3YLTBznEIFfK6Vf6a0PGHNyokk/s640/IMG_4296.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div>Almost as soon as we got into Rajasthan, the state with Jaipur, we began to see camel carts.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5h6YqBF1IiTpYj7OWdbBHnPCdgf-hNFJDvJISEiTuMTYsr85Js1Lkz2Ep5fayLZrGZgIaM2EXJ962vK-XCdAmCWiAGe1LGFFd4-ZW2upVwO44XuMiSf1sgsH806oSZc0-Dp1Dlukq-Ow/s1600/IMG_4305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5h6YqBF1IiTpYj7OWdbBHnPCdgf-hNFJDvJISEiTuMTYsr85Js1Lkz2Ep5fayLZrGZgIaM2EXJ962vK-XCdAmCWiAGe1LGFFd4-ZW2upVwO44XuMiSf1sgsH806oSZc0-Dp1Dlukq-Ow/s640/IMG_4305.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div>Wow</div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHay9HflHxvLDPMhv-oa53iVVXCvUwwzejqBk8tik_5NEuygv5fDfOiBOPRtRxpe1ZgxFXKJXa3JQ_GcmWXPjlmY7Gh0oePJkR0rKpwpmr01nLjh4I1ILfLzdjJMH4JH7rkqZ6TBSagx4/s1600/IMG_4306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHay9HflHxvLDPMhv-oa53iVVXCvUwwzejqBk8tik_5NEuygv5fDfOiBOPRtRxpe1ZgxFXKJXa3JQ_GcmWXPjlmY7Gh0oePJkR0rKpwpmr01nLjh4I1ILfLzdjJMH4JH7rkqZ6TBSagx4/s640/IMG_4306.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div>This picture shows a family of five on a motorcycle - can you make out all five of them? A common sight.</div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchrTXUqf2FSaMcbtjynrl-Y_W64ZbA3eTMbmSFqRrOPnsFI0FXIjHTPnO2yYu_z-FiQ78hBT4ke1_g0qAKRgOkq_05_JpJMG9yCwuO-NqUajjQoNgXwWtNDY-L-xlD6V1pyJmij023uw/s1600/IMG_4309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjchrTXUqf2FSaMcbtjynrl-Y_W64ZbA3eTMbmSFqRrOPnsFI0FXIjHTPnO2yYu_z-FiQ78hBT4ke1_g0qAKRgOkq_05_JpJMG9yCwuO-NqUajjQoNgXwWtNDY-L-xlD6V1pyJmij023uw/s640/IMG_4309.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div>Isn't she gorgeous? Those eyes! She was as interested in us as we were in her. She's all done up for a wedding - hennaed hands. People in cars, trucks, and buses were always interacting with us as we went along. Smiling, laughing, waving, taking our pictures, inviting us to take theirs. </div><div><br />
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So, by the end of this second day, as we ride back to our hotel to prepare for another yummy Indian dinner - the boy finally hit the end of his rope. This young man almost never falls asleep while riding, he is and always has been one of those kids who fights sleep as long as possible. Always afraid he will miss something. At this point the thirty minutes of sleep claimed him.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For the record - I am still struggling with Wordpress so what I have done with this post is compose it at Blogger, then hopefully transfer it to the WP address. I am having a devil of a time working my pictures into the posts the way I want at WP. </div>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-60223775840944818262011-05-31T12:45:00.000-04:002011-05-31T12:45:36.736-04:00Gone fishing - for good this time...I've moved. You can find me here now : <a href="http://goodgoogledymooglies.wordpress.com/">Still googling after all these years</a> under new management - same great name, same bland posts, but at least now you should be able to comment!<br />
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I'll keep posting my trip anyway and maybe one day comments will reappear and in the mean time most of you have my email if you really want to say something about one of the posts - I, like all bloggers, love comments.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-53963392553597925572011-05-28T16:56:00.002-04:002011-05-29T15:20:35.792-04:00Exotic is as exotic does<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Our next destination, following the mosque complex, was a shop that sells Kashmeri hand knotted silk rugs, as well as other very fine Kashmeri items - beautiful clothing, true pashmina/kashmer scarves & wraps, fantastic traditional men's robes and other lovely things. Kashmir is pretty well cut off from the rest of India due to the mountains between the state and the main body of India - basically you can't get there from anywhere - all travel into Kashmir from India must be done by plane, there are no roads. Add to their physical isolation the <a href="http://goodgoogledy.blogspot.com/2011/05/who-put-bump-in-bumpty-bumpty-bump.html">conflict between Pakistan and India</a> for the possession of the state - Kashmiri families struggle to make a living for themselves. They are most known for these rugs and India's government goes to great pains to help the communities be able to get their products out for trade. Karni explained the history of the dispute and as always happens in these sorts of situations, it is the people who are caught in the middle and suffer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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In addition to what I've shown here there were seamstresses making clothing, quilts, pillows and such, embroiderers, and a men working in metals.<br />
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When we'd finished at the museum it was necessary for us to cross the busy street to get to our bus. As I said earlier, the traffic does not stop for pedestrians so we learned to cross Indian style - Karni says "look left - look right, close your eyes and run for your life!" With his help, we made it. We'll be good at it by the end of the trip.<br />
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There you go, the next installment and massive picture dump. There will be one more post to finish this, the second day. Do you begin to get an idea of how packed our days always are with OAT? They do a great job of not only hitting the tourist spots but showing us some of the more off the beaten path treasures and do an outstanding job of immersing their travelers in the culture (at least as much as they can with groups of up to sixteen traveling together).pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-69117146853720485622011-05-27T14:41:00.004-04:002011-05-28T11:20:26.734-04:00Up the down staircase? or not...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ready for day 2? Another yummy breakfast if Indian choices - though today instead of trying a little of everything I stuck to my four or five favorites from the day before and about half a gallon of tea. One must be fortified for the day to come. We are still in Delhi.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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This is a closer shot which shows the beautifully engraved bricks used to face the minaret. Before we left the bus at the complex, Karni said he could get from the bottom of the minaret to the top in less than five minutes and did anyone wish to race him? Several of us, being the sort who normally exercise, said sure, we'd see him at the top. Now, when each of us tried to find a way in we discovered the door was locked and fenced off. So, knowing we'd been had, we simply all agreed next time we saw him we'd let him know we'd made it to the top in less than three minutes and were was he?<br />
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Karni was full of jokes and entertaining stories. We learned to think twice about pretty much anything he had to say...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FwIsF3nP1cco7egE7rij3ODLdQaEYICXY1FyNPgGvmmjKz0AWjhUmpOlzMq1kJxtlZP7TxGo3LQKhK-Pm_5XVSJEGauB5ZdeB760DnBzjVoObGBFPUutDjvNkLwj_6ofm9cUvxXNl4Y/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1FwIsF3nP1cco7egE7rij3ODLdQaEYICXY1FyNPgGvmmjKz0AWjhUmpOlzMq1kJxtlZP7TxGo3LQKhK-Pm_5XVSJEGauB5ZdeB760DnBzjVoObGBFPUutDjvNkLwj_6ofm9cUvxXNl4Y/s640/IMG_0432.JPG" width="480" /></a></div>Here you can see the bamboo scaffolding being used in the restoration effort and it shows the stacked bits of different columns the Muslim builders used to build the new. It was very interesting to see the mix of the bits with Islamic geometric and script design combined with the Hindu bits with depictions of Hindu gods and goddesses as well as animals and flowers all stacked together into a single piece of architecture. Beautiful and fascinating. I loved the bamboo scaffolding, especially when it was being used to build modern steel and glass skyscrapers....<br />
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Only the beginning of this day, but already sixteen pictures up so I'll continue the day with the next post. It is proving to be very difficult to chose a reasonable number of photos to show and share...<br />
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I can see by looking through our pictures that this second day is going to take at least two more posts to complete. You guys up for it?pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-68432115643846256492011-05-26T20:09:00.001-04:002011-05-27T14:43:31.871-04:00And the morning and the evening were the first day, or there abouts...Finally, back to the trip. So far we've covered the mosque and the rickshaw drive, as well as our first little walk and the orientation meeting.<br />
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As we dismounted our little bike chariots we re-boarded our bus and experienced our first Bus Bazaar. Karni, our guide, had suggested that rather than stopping to haggle with various street vendors all along our way we could assemble a short bus bazaar after each stop. The fact is the vendors know where the buses with tourists will be so as soon as the doors open the vendors descend and the hawking commences. When you first step off the bus the prices are at their highest, as you walk along looking at whatever you are there to see the vendors will stay right at your elbow showing the same shiney something over and over, cajoling you to buy pretty lady - good price, good quality, better than all the rest, and on and on. As you finish your tour and begin to walk back toward the bus the prices suddenly drop - and as you have entered the bus to leave at last the prices are approaching reasonable. Karni would then chose several vendors with different items and allow them to barter with him. Once he was satisfied that he had a price that was fair both to the vendor and to us he would take a few samples to show us (as we sat safely on our bus) and let us tell him yes or no. This bus bazaar was a blessing. We were still chased, and sometimes even purchased items before remounting the stairs to the bus - but many of the items I dub happy trash (post cards, necklaces and bangles, bindi, wooden toys - any number of small items) we were able to purchase in the relative comfort of our bus's air-conditioning.<br />
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Following our first purchasing frenzy we headed off to the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raj_Ghat_and_associated_memorials">Raj Gaht</a> which is the site of the cremation of Gandhi.<br />
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We encountered our first Indian squirrels<br />
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From there we boarded the bus for one last sight seeing stop - <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rajpath">Vijay Chawk</a> to see the governmental buildings of New Delhi. By this point I was exhausted and governmental buildings hold no real interest for me so I gave my camera to the boy and stayed on the bus to close my eyes for a bit. The pictures from here are taken either by the boy or the hub.<br />
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The boy took both of those for me :) can you tell?<br />
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All the governmental buildings were built of pink sandstone. Very large and very grand,they certainly were designed with a certain exotic flare, even for governmental buildings.<br />
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Then it was time for dinner which included several different dishes. All good - but I was so exhausted and befuddled by this point I didn't record many details and now I can't remember which meal this was. Just that it was good and we left full. That was to be the theme when it came to eating - full...<br />
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And thus, finally, ended our first full day. Pictures get better after this first day.<br />
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As ever - clicking on the pictures will enlarge for a better look see.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-49034738359792815362011-05-22T11:42:00.002-04:002011-05-27T14:45:14.909-04:00Who put the bump in the bumpty bumpty bump? Updated - in a small wayUpdate - it was 4,200 pictures taken - not 3,000...<br />
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Rickshaw ride!<br />
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By the end of the trip we'd done it several times, but this was to be the first for India - We are still in the first full day here. It was a little uncomfortable for me, not the bumps, but the idea that I (and the boy, two to a rickshaw) were going to sit there while someone else - a fellow human being, equal in every way - would serve as the engine to pull us about. Having ridden one of these contraptions in Thailand as well, I'd already experienced the queasiness in the pit of my stomach. Heck, I feel guilty when I plop my big butt on Rosalie's back. It didn't help that this guy might have weighed 105 soaking wet.<br />
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Our driver was a nut - he wanted to share his English and tried to point out as many sights as he could. I might have understood every tenth word... He spent a great deal of the ride racing two of his buddies, also pulling rickshaws, and if he got close enough to one particular other young driver, they would try to slug each other or get the other in a headlock, all in good fun. As a cultural aside, Indian men show a great deal of affection to each other. It is quite common to see men and boys walking hand in hand or with their arms around each other's shoulders - or sometimes their affection is manifested in taking silly swings at each other. This is all very heterosexual behavior but not something we are accustomed to seeing.<br />
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Almost immediately we dove into narrow alleyways with the well known and disconcerting jumble of power-lines overhead. This is just one of many photos we took of the power lines, some of the photos show the lines even better - but this shows the narrow alley and our line of rickshaws the best. I'm going to be showing a lot of photos as it is and I don't want to over do it. Between us, the hub and I took more than 3,000 pictures.<br />
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I believe this counts as our first truly perilous encounter as at one point the power-lines hung so low they actually scraped the canopy of the rickshaw in which the boy and I rode.<br />
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We passed many examples of daily Indian life: <br />
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Men managing impossibly heavy loads by ancient methods.<br />
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Or perhaps women carrying impossibly large and heavy loads on their heads!<br />
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Food vendors cooking on the street - for the most part various types of fried breads. Most everything brown. Smelled good, but we never bought food from a street vendor. One of our goals was to get through the whole trip without Delhi belly. More on that at a later time.<br />
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Or selling fresh fruits and vegetables from their carts. Always bright and beautiful.<br />
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Fabric vendors with their mountains of bright cotton, silk, brocade - how does one choose? I have a weakness for brightly colored fabric. We did not have the opportunity to get down and buy anything on this ride. I'd have had some of those pieces for sure if I could have.<br />
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Bangle vendors - ooo, shiny. Wish we could have bought items at the local price, I'd have come home with many more bangles than I did. But none of the vendors had prices on any of their wares because they know that Westerners will pay more than locals. From research I've done I believe we tourists tend to pay five times or more the going rate for pretty much anything from a piece of bread to a length of sari fabric. I'm ok with this for the most part. Don't mind helping the Indian economy. But I'd have come home with much more sparkle if it had not been necessary to haggle the price of every single thing.<br />
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Livestock free in city streets - yes <a href="http://www.fetchmyflyingmonkeys.com/">Laura</a>, a goat just for you : )<br />
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A family of Sikhs. The little boy and the man in the orange shirt have their turbans tied differently from the man in the blue turban. The style of wrap in the blue turban indicates this man's father is dead. The style of the young boy and the man in orange (tight around the head with the big knob in front) show that their fathers are still alive.<br />
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This ride is the point at which I fell head over heels in love with India. So many bright colors, so many bright smiles. <br />
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The power lines defy description. Even pictures don't quite capture the insanity.<br />
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Another thing the pictures cannot even hint at is the noise. Car horns, motorcycle horns, scooter horns, heck - Even some of the goats and cows had horns - and they all use them....non-stop. It seems to be something of a second language. The horn might mean "move over, I'm bigger than you" or it might be "watch out! I'm here, don't hit me" or just "hello". I had heard that horn honking was a bit to the extreme. But like so much of India, you simply cannot understand until you have experienced it.<br />
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One of the informative items given us at the orientation meeting was a copy of the Highway Code of India. I'll share it with you because it is all 100% true<br />
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Article I: The assumption of immortality is required of all road users.<br />
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Article II: Indian traffic, like Indian society, is structured on a strict caste system. The following precedence must be accorded at all times. In descending order, give way to: cows, elephants, camels, buffalo, pigs, goats, dogs, heavy trucks, buses, official cars, pedal rickshaws, private cars, motorcycles, scooters, auto-rickshaws (tuk-tuks), handcarts, and last - and least - pedestrians.<br />
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Article III: All wheeled vehicles shall be driven in accordance with the maxim:to slow be to falter, to brake is to fail, to stop is defeat. This is the Indian drivers' mantra.<br />
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Article IV: Use of horn (also known as the sonic fender or the language of the road)<br />
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Cars: Short blasts (urgent) indicate supremacy. I.e. in clearing dogs, rickshaws and pedestrians from path. Long blasts (desperate) denote supplication, i.e. to oncoming trucks, "I am going too fast to stop, so unless you sow down we shall both die." In extreme cases this may be accompanied by flashing of headlights (frantic).<br />
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Single blast (casual) means, "I have seen someone out of India's 1 billion whom I recognize", "There is a gird in the road which at this speed could go through my windscreen", or "I have not blown my horn for several minutes."<br />
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Trucks and Buses: All horn signals have the same meaning, "I have an all-up weight of approximately 12.5 tons and have no intention of stopping, even if I could" This signal may be emphasized by the use of headlamps.<br />
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Article V: All maneuvers, use of horn and evasive action shall be left until the last possible moment. (personal aside - no kidding, it is a non-stop game of chicken)<br />
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Article VI: In the absence of seat belts (which there is) car occupants shall wear garlands of marigolds. These should be kept fastened at all times.<br />
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Article VII: Rights of way: Traffic entering a road from the left has priority. So has traffic from the right, and also traffic in the middle.<br />
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Lane Discipline: All Indian traffic at all times and irrespective of direction of travel (pa - for reals!) shall occupy the center of the road.<br />
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Article VIII: Traffic Management: It is a jungle out there. Apparent traffic islands in the middle of crossroads have no traffic management function. Any other impression should be ignored.<br />
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Article IX: Overtaking (passing for those of you who have never driven outside the US) is mandatory. Every moving vehicle is required to overtake every other moving vehicle, irrespective of whether it has just overtaken you. Overtaking should only be undertaken in suitable conditions, such as in the face of oncoming traffic, on blind bends, at junctions, and in the middle of villages/city centers. No more than two inches should be allowed between your vehicle and the one you are passing - one inch in the case of bicycles or pedestrians.<br />
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Article X: Nirvana may be obtained through the head-on crash.<br />
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Article XI: Reversing: What's this? Not many drivers in India like to use this gear. It is against their driver's mantra.<br />
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Article XII: The 10th incarnation of God was an articulated tanker.<br />
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And we are still not done with the first day. More to come.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-68878096789518218662011-05-20T13:59:00.002-04:002011-05-27T14:47:29.759-04:00Stepping out into the Indian sunshine - or, in which we are wrapped in bright fabric and our shoes removed...<div class="MsoNormal">Our first full day in India (keeping in mind that we landed almost exactly at midnight and it was 2 am before we were able to fall asleep) began by waking up at 5:30 am. Not much sleep, but plenty of excitement and that pesky internal clock which is not so easily reset. By 7 am the three of us were down in the dining room exploring our first Indian breakfast. When traveling with OAT the hotels are carefully chosen with Western sensibilities in mind. Beginning with clean rooms, flushing toilets, A/C where possible, and a breakfast buffet that includes both dishes authentic to the country and familiar to the Western palate – or at least that country’s best interpretation of Western dishes. I believe the idea is that as soon as breakfast is over we will be immersed in the local culture and many westerners find it easier to face the very full day if they have at least that one meal of familiar food. But we, beig an adventurous family shunned the western choices and tried a little of each of the many local breakfast items.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Asian breakfasts are pretty much the same fare that is eaten at the other two meals of the day - which is to say savory vegetable dishes, a variety of fried breads, and rice. In the case of India this list included a delicious potato stew, baked beans, and lintels. Each dish was labeled and sometimes even a few of the main ingredients listed but of course when the labels are <a href="http://veetusamayal.blogspot.com/2007/03/poori-and-potato-masala.html">Poori</a>, <a href="http://www.nandyala.org/mahanandi/archives/2006/02/21/idly/">Idli</a>, Cambur, <a href="http://www.manjulaskitchen.com/2007/01/14/aloo-parathas/">Aloo Parantha</a>, Raita, <a href="http://premascookbook.blogspot.com/2008/02/uthappam.html">Uthappam</a>, Dosa, Chapati, and<a href="http://www.aayisrecipes.com/2006/11/05/spicy-pongal-with-sides-khara-pongal-huli-gojju-mosaru-bajji/"> Pongal</a> - well, the labels are not really much help. I didn’t have the camera to photograph any of these, usually just too bleary eyed to think of bringing it, but the internet is a wonderful thing and not only can you find good pictures of each, but recipes as well. For the first week we were game and enjoyed much of it, my favorite being Aloo Parantha which is basically a savory stuffed pancake which I spread with a spicy sweet jelly of some sort. Yummy. This first morning, after we were all three stuffed like ticks, our waiter asked if he could have the chef prepare his own personal favorite breakfast dish just for us. Sure, why not. So a short while later he brought us what was essentially a large crepe stuffed with spicy lumpy mashed potato and onion. Very good, but we were already stuffed to the gills so it was all we could do to get it down.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our tour leader, Karni, also introduced himself in a bit more detail than late the night before. He is quite young for leading a bunch of older Americans about (I learned later that he is 32) - keeping in mind that keeping up with a group of American women (female to male ratio 3-1 in the group) on the hunt for chotchkies can be a bit like herding cats - while dodging between cows, goats, running children, and persistent hawkers... Karni has a master's degree in tourism and during the hot summer months, when there are no tours to lead, he does on line marketing for his friend's backpacker hotel. Karni also told us that if any of us had a Dell computer and had called tech support in 2007 to be helped by "Joshua", it was him ( It was allowed as how we had now found Peggy in the flesh - but Karni is much better looking than Peggy, smarter too). He began to fill us in on several local customs and norms that would be important for us to know in order to survive relatively unscathed. Things like how to avoid being mobbed by children and beggars demanding money (basically, don't start - if you want to help them then please donate to the foundations that are helping), avoid being mobbed by street vendors (basically don't speak to them - "maybe" means "yes" - "no" means "maybe", and don't look them in the eye whatever you do), we'll have to take off our shoes at any active mosque or temple or place seen as particularly holy (i.e. Gandhi's cremation site), and expect to be stared at from a very close range. Of course several of us ignored the warnings as pertained to the vendors so we were chased pretty much the whole trip.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Our first destination was the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jama_Masjid,_Delhi">Jami Masjid</a> mosque - I am not in this picture. Not only did we have to remove our shoes to enter the mosque (our first use of "temple socks") but all of us Western women were required to put on huge - brightly colored - one size fits an elephant - caftans. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">This shot shows several of our group - I am in bright pink sans hat and that young man in the bright green shirt is the boy. The mosque is huge but mostly made up of an open courtyard with galleries around the outer walls. Worshipers for the most part gather out in this courtyard we are walking across. There are metal supports across the courtyard for spreading huge lengths of canvas across when the sun is intense and the pavement too hot for kneeling. Luckily for us, the temp was only in the upper 80s low 90s while we were there - plus it was overcast. A blessing really.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-91526079332202500992011-05-18T12:43:00.002-04:002011-05-27T14:46:32.398-04:00Far flung lands, a personal account<div class="MsoNormal">I have promised several of you that as life got back on an even keel I would post my travel journal - with pictures. Some time ago I came to the conclusion that life never gets back on an even keel. In order to get back to equilibrium it would, of necessity, had to have been level at some point in the past. Therefore, it seems the best course of action is to simply hold my nose and jump. So, here goes.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Back on April 8 Himself, the boy, and I departed the western hemisphere for yet another sojourn to the orient - this time India. As you know, we travel, and indeed I know how lucky we are to be in a position to do so. I worry a good bit that we maybe shouldn't do so much – with kids in college, a wedding in the planing, a horse with expensive veterinary needs, etc. but the money that comes into this home is the hub’s and the travel is what he loves the very most, so who am I to say – but, but, but the cost?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">That said - Love India! Loved Thailand more but still, India was fantastic. What I am going to do for the next month or so is share my travel journal with you. I don’t normally journal as we travel, though the man always does – but I figured since the boy was being made to keep one, I should set a good example and keep one as well. Of course there is the added benefit that a journal would make decent blog fodder for a while. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Understand that most days on this adventure began before 6 am and ended somewhere around 10 pm so time to write was not always easily found and as I have read back through the journal, I know I left out an awful lot. I’ll try to fill in a bit as I go here. Everyday was packed from beginning to end. Even the hours spent on the exercise equipment/ torture device otherwise called a bus on Indian roads were packed with amazing sights and a constant education in Indian culture. Our guide was always full of explanations and stories. Aside from the fact that while riding the bus it was a challenge just to blow your nose without breaking it in the effort – writing while riding would have been completely impossible. Did, however, try to take pictures while bouncing…</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">It is written, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step (or - watch out, camels spit, or something like that) and a trip to India is no different. The first couple days spent getting to India I did not journal, so I am simply recounting from memory here. We began by driving an hour or so to the small airport, located in upstate South Carolina, that was the take off point for our first flight. From there it was a relatively short two hour flight, give or take, to Dallas/Fort Worth. After a three hour or so lay-over, the next flight was about nine hours to London – got to watch several of the movies I've wanted to see but had not yet done so, among them Red, the latest Narnia movie, and True Grit – tried to watch Black Swan but it was just too painful. The transfer in London to the next flight was a matter of disembarking, working our way across the airport, then straight onto the next 747 for another nine-hour flight to Delhi. Do not pass go, do not collect $100. Every flight was reasonably smooth – no real problems, all the luggage present and accounted for at our final destination. The sort of flight experiences that would make a first timer think world travel is a breeze. Except for passport control in Delhi that is. Not that it was super painful, we have certainly experienced worse – but after about a day and a half of travel since leaving our home, dealing with the extra slow pace of the Indian life style took a gargantuan effort and constant repeating of the mantra “I will be patient and keep my sense of humor.” We just wanted to find the man in front of the airport with the OAT (our travel tour group) sign and be taken to our hotel - waiting for the painfully slow man - Mohammad no less - with the thinning hennaed hair to work his way through our three passports and visas was excruciatingly frustrating. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The ride across Delhi began our emersion in Indian culture. We had arrived during some festival (there are always festivals going on – with thousands of gods and goddesses there is always something to celebrate…) for some goddess or other and every night it was pulling in thousands and thousands of people from the surrounding countryside to Q up for a blessing by some holy man in a temple just off the highway. Never saw the temple but saw the thousands of people – women brightly dressed in their most sparkly saris, children in their frilly best. Karni told us they would be in line all night to finally get their blessing and head home just in time to begin a busy day of work. It is impossible to explain how thickly the people were packed in the lines that stretched miles in every direction. No pictures were taken at this point. We were all brain numbed, bordering on catatonic – plus it was night and we were bouncing on the bus for the first time. Did not even occur to me that I should try to dig out the camera.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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At the moment I'm missing Ireland and all my many Irish friends - been a few years now.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-44588311888428278732011-05-09T13:10:00.002-04:002011-05-09T13:10:48.721-04:00'Bout damn time...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3xfknex5yZA" width="425"></iframe>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-45614915586307730662011-05-07T10:04:00.001-04:002011-05-08T10:30:39.285-04:00There's something about the outside of a horse... Updated - told ya soWhy does this song always make me cry? It grabs something in my gut....<br />
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I hate horse racing, I really do. Especially racing three year olds. They are still babies, still developing. Scores of horses are ruined for life for every successful race horse. Many die in the pursuit of the finish line - due to the injuries sustained or the stresses of the sport. But I have to watch this race every year - holding my breath - knowing the power in those heaving chests and the burning desire between those ears.<br />
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Excuse me now - I'm headed to the barn to play with my fiery mare.<br />
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But from the beginning I have not felt particularly celebratory. Just satisfied that he finally got his - or more to the point is finally getting his because I do in fact believe vengeance is within the purview of God and right now justice is being meted out far more appropriately than any of us mere mortals could ever dream up. UBL will writhe in hell for all eternity - praise the Lord.<br />
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And of course I am proud of the SEAL team that got in and out without a single casualty among them (excepting the helo of course), tango dead, mission accomplished and very little co-lateral damage done. They did their job and did it well - no wasted movement, no wasted lead.<br />
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However, I find myself typically disgusted by the words, expression, and behavior of Bam-bam since he first stepped out to make his "I got him" speech. I find myself typically pleased with the quiet dignity that has been Bush's behavior. No "look at, me" from W - no going to stand at Ground Zero in order to politicize and capitalize on the closing of one of America's most painful chapters.<br />
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I noticed Monday morning, as I watched the taped celebrations on Sunday night in NYC and in front of the White House, that every face I saw - every one - was college age, and I'm thinking they are not celebrating what we think they are. They are not celebrating the death of UBL or the success of the SEAL team - as they chant U-S-A they are not celebrating the country that gives them the right to rant in the streets pretty much any time they want about pretty much anything they want. They are celebrating what they think is a victory for Obama. They are celebrating because they think they will be able to rub this event in the face of conservatives as the 2012 election looms. They are celebrating because they think this will make Obama unbeatable in that election. These kids hate the military and hate our involvement in the war on terror. These are the same kids that protested everything Bush tried to do to bring UBL to justice, the same kids who protest the "enhanced interrogation methods" that enabled UBL's death. <br />
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Now yes, I also saw the celebration at West Point - but I'm pretty sure those kids were indeed celebrating the triumph of our military - not the O.<br />
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When sober adults are pictured or questioned or when I read the comments of adults on my favorite blogs I'm finding almost all feel like I do. Grateful, satisfied, relieved - but not joyous. The death of UBL does not bring back even one of the 3,000 lost - not one of our military lost in the last nine and a half years - and it does not end the threat of terrorism. In fact - for the near future it probably increases our risk. Every family member of one lost on 9-11 that I have seen interviewed has likewise been sober, in some cases tearful, as they come to terms with the fact that UBL's death does not bring any solace or balm to their pain - their loved one is still lost to them until such time as they meet in the next life.<br />
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We can certainly hope the wealth of intel that should be gleaned from hard-drives, thumb drives, and whatever else was hauled out of the hidey hole will lead to many more deaths and much more destruction of the evil organization that is radical Islam. We can certainly hope that intel will foil many a future plan for mischief and mayhem. But if Bam-bam blithers dithers hims and haws about the way he did in the eight or nine months since we have known where UBL was - the roaches will scurry for cover and all that will be for naught.<br />
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It is my expectation, based on two and a half years of observation - that blithering, dithering - considering, thinking - and then voting present is exactly what the arrogant One will do. Disgusting.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-14034959970938082442011-05-02T05:41:00.002-04:002011-05-02T06:54:18.041-04:00We'll put a boot in your ass - or a bullet in your head, which ever way - ding dong the evil is dead...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Thank you Toby Keith, you pretty much said it as well as it can be said. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> Went to bed early last night, seriously in the grips of jet lag and trying to recover quickly, so I missed all this last night. But at 5 am I was up and checking facebook to find that Hell Yeah, Special Forces finally shot that evil between the eyes. HooRah!</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1541131688">American Girls and American Guys </a></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1541131688">We'll always stand up and salute </a></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1541131688">We'll always recognize </a></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1541131688">When we see Old Glory Flying </a></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1541131688">There's a lot of men dead </a></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1541131688"> So we can sleep in peace at night </a></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruNrdmjcNTc">When we lay down our head </a></span></div><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">My daddy served in the army</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Where he lost his right eye</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">But he flew a flag out in our yard</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Until the day that he died</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">To grow up and live happy</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">In the land of the free.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Now this nation that I love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Has fallen under attack</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">A mighty sucker punch came flyin' in</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">From somewhere in the back</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Soon as we could see clearly</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Through our big black eye</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Man, we lit up your world</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Like the 4th of July</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Hey Uncle Sam</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Put your name at the top of his list</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And the Statue of Liberty</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Started shakin' her fist</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And the eagle will fly</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Man, it's gonna be hell</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">When you hear Mother Freedom</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Start ringin' her bell</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Justice will be served</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And the battle will rage</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">This big dog will fight</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">When you rattle his cage</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And you'll be sorry that you messed with</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">The U.S. of A.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">It's the American way</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> !!!!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Hey Uncle Sam</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Put your name at the top of his list</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And the Statue of Liberty</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And the eagle will fly</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Man, it's gonna be hell</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">Start ringin' her bell</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;">And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I said last post - the boy now rows crew. At thirteen he is one of the youngest two on the team. Yesterday was another regatta - it is sprint season. My boy was scheduled to row in four events.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Unlike last week's regatta, yesterday the sun was shining and the sky was beautifully blue. The whole regatta was started about half an hour early and the officials were really trying to keep things moving briskly in an attempt to get as many events run before the expected high winds made racing too dangerous.<br />
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The day began very well for our team - Men's varsity 8 won by more than two lengths, women's 8 pulled ahead at the very last to win by a little less than half a boat length. Men's Novice 8 (my boy's first scheduled race of the day) won by so much that my picture of his boat coming across in the last quarter of the race doesn't even have another boat in it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Men's varsity four came in second and a couple women's fours won their races as well...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> But.... OMG the wind. There was a point, early in the afternoon, at which quite a few of the boats had gone out to the start point for several upcoming races - sprints are 2K so though we could see glimmers off the boats from the start area, we really couldn't see the boats as the launch area/parent tents/viewing areas are all at the finish end of the race course. But back to the point, many boats had gone out, several heats/races worth, but all the boats were put in a holding pattern and none of the races were starting due to the wind. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOI3njnyZ_hqOex561vz4B4Hve4qqW-Gywy2LHX4wsW8fKWDBVO7kQTTfcpeULfXmjCWsyYn8UgxKHGFKAtaODUtb7zaLsLxaEQu9aZwwNKB8dTmNxLVQ2-RfgeGHO8aFdDSalZw8Sp-k/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOI3njnyZ_hqOex561vz4B4Hve4qqW-Gywy2LHX4wsW8fKWDBVO7kQTTfcpeULfXmjCWsyYn8UgxKHGFKAtaODUtb7zaLsLxaEQu9aZwwNKB8dTmNxLVQ2-RfgeGHO8aFdDSalZw8Sp-k/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here our two men's novice fours are launching, the boy is there seated in the front of the boat on the right - he was "stroke" for this boat. You can see the coxswain sitting in front of him with what looks like a headband going around her hair. The band is what holds the microphone for her communications system.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Was getting a bit bored waiting for boats to begin racing back, so I started snapping pictures of a few of the doggie spectators. Didn't take the corgis to this regatta as our hotel this time was not dog friendly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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There were several other dogs but after snapping these, things got a little exciting.<br />
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A couple of the races actually started but then all of a sudden several security boats motored rapidly away toward the start area and people begin getting phone calls - a murmur began to ripple through the crowd - boats swamped by the waves - boats flipped (with kids in them). The boy was out there somewhere on his boat... First word was neither of our fours was flipped - but they were taking on water from over the sides. Then yes, one of ours was flipped. Finally the boat with my kid on it rowed in, full of red faced young men and water. Parents must not go down to the docks so we waited for the boys to bail enough water to be able to lift the boat and start out. Meeting them along the way I asked if he was OK, his face was beet red and there was a look of panic in his eye. He said yes, we was fine, but he was worried about the other boat (read, his friends in the boat).<br />
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Shortly after the first boat was hauled back to the trailering area a launch arrived with our other team of kids - but the brand new multi-thousand dollar team boat was somewhere beneath the waves...<br />
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These are the conditions the kids were dealing with...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Those long - low - skinny boats don't do well in that chop, especially with kids in them. Most especially with novice kids. We had four boats out at the time - the two novice "mens" 4 boats and two novice "women's" eights. This was to have been the maiden race for some of those novices. We are talking true babes on the waves. The coxswain for the boat that flipped actually dove under the boat to retrieve the "cox box" - electronic communication equipment - some very tough babes on the waves!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Needless to say, at this point the Regatta was over. High wind advisory was to continue for hours and there were wet kids to retrieve and warm up, boats to be searched for, etc.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All the kids were really upset about the loss of the boat. Of course parents and coaches were just relieved to have all kids safe and accounted for. Thankfully, sometime later, a team from Clemson (hosts of the race) came in on a launch to let our coach know our missing boat had been located and hauled to the shore of the lake.... onto a golf course. So once all the other boats were de-rigged and loaded for the ride home, we all convoyed over to the golf course to retrieve the wayward Fred & Ellie. Racing shells being hauled across a golf course by a slew of teen boys is not a scene witnessed everyday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgptIOgH45tzbihjuYTRaq6pW3IUvZQK02geOFDCGqBoUMvf_Ylu6WC2SSvMBs7LQX_KaXQ5YOPotTGPsJuRKvP_59vbp6aVtDrnL9b9m4AUTsbjXe2qXU4PUQ-XKEBvEJ1HbgvmdJWs/s1600/IMG_0259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNgptIOgH45tzbihjuYTRaq6pW3IUvZQK02geOFDCGqBoUMvf_Ylu6WC2SSvMBs7LQX_KaXQ5YOPotTGPsJuRKvP_59vbp6aVtDrnL9b9m4AUTsbjXe2qXU4PUQ-XKEBvEJ1HbgvmdJWs/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just look at that beautiful deceptive sky.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Our team took all three high point honors for the junior division.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Our team took all three of those too. Can you say sweep? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I think this qualifies as a successful regatta. The kids all learned some very valuable life skills for dealing with adversity (again). Between last week's electrical storm and this week's high winds - these may be some of the toughest novices ever! In both races it was our novice boats out on the water when all hell broke loose. Some of the kids still have not actually gotten to race.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My novice boy? The one race early in the day was the only one he got to complete this time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZlOSTX2WS9yzD1tIg0mEd4Pes-TvR2C31jiZrsx1iJXDHUAeActgoaja0GuWaQbkdgpPFnygrfdzo53iaZyvk11U3FnM4I2oqIn34bjZ49YLSHnbU0TGw_GiIJDBYxo_M8aCHtPNqPM/s1600/IMG_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDZlOSTX2WS9yzD1tIg0mEd4Pes-TvR2C31jiZrsx1iJXDHUAeActgoaja0GuWaQbkdgpPFnygrfdzo53iaZyvk11U3FnM4I2oqIn34bjZ49YLSHnbU0TGw_GiIJDBYxo_M8aCHtPNqPM/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His novice eight team mates with their medals (he is far left with the black tobaggon on). This was his second race ever. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The whole team with Head Coach and his wife on the left and sculling coach on the right. The boy is back there with one hand on the trophy in the very back, but he is too short and hidden by all the other boys - it was more important to him that he be touching a trophy than that he been seen I guess. There are three trophies to be found if the picture is embiggened with a click.<br />
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Oh, and that panicked look in his eye when he was worried about his team mates in the water? On the way home I learned why he was so frightened for them. The night before, at dinner, he and I had shared a table with another boy's family - this boy is a senior and has been on the team all four years since its founding. Anyway, the father was telling us a story about a sculler last year who had rowed over a gator during a race flipping her boat and dumping her into the lake with the gator - a security launch instantly motored over to scare off the gator and collect the rower. My boy thought that had happened at this same venue - so he thought those five kids were swimming with the gators. But no, that was much further south. Maybe next time he'll listen better. Ha.pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-74043337424625029362011-03-29T12:00:00.000-04:002011-03-29T12:00:20.946-04:00Life - lists and I don't blog very well, do I?Things are busy. Too busy to post. I'm still lurking about the edges of all your blogs - even when I don't comment, but there is just too much to do right now to post and the world conditions are either too depressing or changing too fast to comment on and all of you do a better job with that sort of thing than I do anyway...<br />
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So here is my take on a random list of things going on in the world, my life, and to come in the near future. To be read as excuses for not blogging...<br />
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1) Closing in on the end of the school year for the boy. This means testing, wrapping up various areas of study, cramming in a few new areas of study, trying to get him to write a decent sample to use when we take him in a month or two to register for high school. Erg.<br />
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2) The boy is now rowing crew - I don't think I've shared that with any of you. This means he now has practice at least four days a week (sometimes five) and the occasional regatta. The regatta this past weekend was a soggy, electricity filled disappointment. The coach decided after three heats (in which all three of our participating boats qualified for the final) - after sending three more boats (one containing my son who is terrified of thunderstorms) about 3K down the lake for the next race only to have all the boats have to beat it all the way back as fast as possible due to frequent close lightening, after waiting another two hours for the storm to stop (which it didn't) - that we needed to pack up and head home before the whole team succumbed to hypothermia. Good call on his part...<br />
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3) Rosalie has continued to have a slight limp since her surgery 15-16 months ago so last week we loaded up and went back down the mountain to her vet. X-rays show that her front hoof degenerative bone disease has not gotten any worse - thank God. Therefore the problem is now in her hocks (the backward elbows of the hind legs) - basically the wearing away of cartilage that happens in athletes human and animal. Steroidal joint injections and a stronger anti-inflammatory are now the rule of the day. We shall see, but the vet is hopeful that Rose will be able to return to the show ring soon :)<br />
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4) I stand with Israel<br />
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5) I've been working out a lot - except for the last few days after the race. Old lady bones cold and wet are not in a hurry to get back on the elliptical.<br />
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6) What happened to the spring weather? Things were going so well.<br />
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7) The nephew helped me get two whole dump truck loads of mulch spread. The yard looks pretty good right now. In four weeks or less it will be a mess again so I stop in the drive and just look at it all every time I come home... for now. The view will have to carry me through the summer.<br />
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8) Hey Nancy Pelosi - I thought you would call the Arabs and tell them to drop the price of oil! At least that is what you said you'd do back when Bush was president and the price of gas went through the roof.<br />
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9) Hey Bambam - President Blueberry - Big 0... How the hell does one stop a humanitarian disaster without removing the source of the disaster? If all we are doing is protecting the civilian population from Q'Daffi Duck - does that mean we are going to be there until he dies of natural causes? Because I'm here to tell you, the minute we leave, if he or his offspring are still alive, they will wipe out every single person they think was involved in the uprising. <br />
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10) I've told a few of you my niece was studying abroad in Japan when the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear disasters struck. She is home now - well back at school in Michigan anyway. All the students were forced to leave Japan. She was pretty angry about being forced to leave but the fact is, the Japanese have enough to deal with right now. They don't need a bunch of spoiled American college kids with litigious minded parents to worry with right now.<br />
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11) I still stand with Israel.<br />
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12) Working on the logistics for a large future event is taking much time and energy - details on cryptic comment will come in about a month...pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-80951273851089220792011-03-02T10:52:00.000-05:002011-03-02T10:52:34.811-05:00For I know who I am believed...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3Pg3kqnitFw" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br />
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God bless this man and his family - God grant me courage like his...<br />
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He has been assassinated for standing up for God and his people. <br />
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Read the story<a href="http://www.theblaze.com/stories/assassinated-christian-pakistani-govt-official-taped-prophetic-death-message/"> HERE...</a>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-13899141706104740722011-02-16T11:22:00.001-05:002011-02-16T11:23:38.269-05:00In my mind there rings a melody<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">I grew up with music. My mother was a piano teacher and both pianist and organist for churches from my earliest memories (Baptist, Lutheran, Wesleyan) Family gatherings in north Florida ALWAYS included several hours of the entire family singing hymn after hymn - my Granny was a choir director and soprano, my Denden an amazing bass, my uncle a choir director and amazing baritone/tenor, my aunt and mother altos and all the rest of us cousins rounded out the choir from one end to the other. My father played the radio...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Hymns certainly were not the only tunes to be heard in my home - oh no, 50s classics, country (old style), blue grass, folk tunes, 50-60s rock - music always.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">I suppose it is no surprise that all my children play instruments and carry music with them always as well.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Because music played such a large roll in my life from birth on, situations almost always bring some song to mind. Key phrases uttered by people can trigger a song - my kids often are startled when they say something to me and suddenly I start singing some ancient song at them - You've got your green alligators and long neck geese...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">So here's the deal - I've found myself singing this over and over the last few weeks...</span><br />
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<b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I know not why God’s wondrous grace<br />
To me He hath made known,<br />
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love<br />
Redeemed me for His own.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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</i></b></span></div><div class="chorus"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">But I know Whom I have believèd,<br />
And am persuaded that He is able<br />
To keep that which I’ve committed<br />
Unto Him against that day.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div class="chorus"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I know not how this saving faith<br />
To me He did impart,<br />
Nor how believing in His Word<br />
Wrought peace within my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">But I know Whom I have believèd,<br />
And am persuaded that He is able<br />
To keep that which I’ve committed<br />
Unto Him against that day.</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I know not how the Spirit moves,<br />
Convincing us of sin,<br />
Revealing Jesus through the Word,<br />
Creating faith in Him.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">But I know Whom I have believèd,<br />
And am persuaded that He is able<br />
To keep that which I’ve committed<br />
Unto Him against that day.</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I know not what of good or ill<br />
May be reserved for me,<br />
Of weary ways or golden days,<br />
Before His face I see.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">But I know Whom I have believèd,<br />
And am persuaded that He is able<br />
To keep that which I’ve committed<br />
Unto Him against that day.</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">I know not when my Lord may come,<br />
At night or noonday fair,<br />
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,<br />
Or meet Him in the air.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">But I know Whom I have believèd,<br />
And am persuaded that He is able<br />
To keep that which I’ve committed<br />
Unto Him against that day.</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><div class="chorus"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><b><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
</span></i></b></span></i></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Daniel Whittle 1883<o:p></o:p></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;">Know what you believe? Now might be a good time to get thoughts in order. Kind of helps keep you grounded in times of confusion. Not to preach - I don't do that, sort of a "don't be picking at the splinter in someone else's eye until the log is removed from my own" kind of person - what ever it is that one believes is private and one's own business. But one should have a firm understanding of whatever it is he/she believes and why, otherwise they will be tossed about by the winds of the world.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13.5pt;"> Just sayin'</span></span></div>pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-82301869792722077142011-02-11T11:16:00.002-05:002011-02-11T11:16:26.505-05:00I stand with Isreal..... pray....pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-17297470763207093742011-02-08T18:33:00.000-05:002011-02-08T18:33:34.382-05:00Christina, honey, this is how it is done<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z1QmeEdFOSc" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Now seriously, I can kind of understand losing your place in the song - but she is a professional right? Been singing in public since she was knee high to a grass hopper? So at the end of the day there is very little excuse - I've watched 8 year olds do a better job with it. And all of you future singers of the National Anthem? It is not your song, it is our song, so please... for the love of God and Country.... sing it as written. Stop playing with the words, and go easy on the improv.<br />
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Thank you.<br />
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(There is a better vid of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wupsPg5H6aE&feature=related">Whitney's performance on YouTube - here </a>, but it is not embed enabled)pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6365047007630641877.post-8646280936373349332011-02-06T10:25:00.000-05:002011-02-06T10:25:17.639-05:00Happy Birthday, Mr President<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vaTedoRjANU" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe><br />
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I still miss him. Reagan, The President. The first I voted for. I've never since been more proud of any vote I have cast - not one.<br />
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Vive la Reagan Revolution!pattihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03705560228719188201noreply@blogger.com1