Gosh here we are again. How long has it been this time? At least two weeks I think. So much has gone through my head and as always the blogs are easier thought than written. I am coming into this one with no idea where I am going, is that the norm?

Election day is not to far away, I think 2 weeks. Dad has not sent any McCain mail in awhile. I take it back I didn't get any for a while until last week with the usual Obama bashing. I guess that is their tactic now. Confuse the whole thing. Say he is not a threat then have people spread questionable thoughts. I received Charles' newsletter this weekend. At the same time the Chicago Tribune, Colin Powell and numerous others are figuring out the attempts at bad mouthing Obama are just ignorant tactics to confuse the issue Charles spells it all out. Some of my thoughts about this whole game are articulated nicely in this newsletter. Rather than get into it if anyone is interested you can send me your e-mail and I can forward a copy to you. I know that this is vague but I do not want to type out an explanation of what the BULLETIN is! I will say that it is full of facts and figures on the world.

We went to breakfast today. For some reason we tried Weeksies? in Dover. Once again I like the BBC more!! I think that the problem is is the product that is used to begin with. To save time and money short cuts are taken. I would be willing to bet that the eggs came from a carton the same shape as the ones used for milk. The mushrooms are not fresh and the sausage was not cooked specifically for me. The potatoes were purchased cut and ready to use and then thrown in the fryolator or on the grill with no spice added. The toast was of the country kitchen variety. When the food arrived we both looked at each other and thought look at all this. Then we tried it and said once again tasteless. Is it really so hard to make scrambled eggs and toast like me? Oh well another waste of $25 (Owen was with us).

I think that I had other things to say but cannot remember a one of them now.

Oh hey does anyone want to be a guest blogger?

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Lost in Space

As usual I do not have time to do this. But no one is home and I can do the paperwork later,right?

The other day I went to the elementary school to pick up Owen. Oddly enough I got there early! I sat on a bench under the tree and just stared at my surroundings. As we go deeper into the fall season I am more and more amazed at life. Some on said tome many years ago, "if you have any doubt as to God's existance, this is the proof." It may have taken me 25 years but I understand what she was saying now!!

The leaves are changeing color, the temperature is cooling and there is a sense of preperation in the air. The sun beats down on you and you are not hot. The air is crisp and clean. School is back in session. You smell the change all around.

I am reminded of an episode of Lost in Space. They land in what appears to be a shopping plaza. It is evening time and there is no life. The Robinsons feel like they are home, but it isn't right? Then they see themselves getting ready for take off. How could this be? Do they try to change things or let things go as before? I don't remeber much else about the episode, except that it made me feel that there are many dimensions of our lives.

While I am looking around I feel as if I am not really there. I feel as if I am the six year old at my elementary school in Ct. I stare out at the life surounding me it may as well be 1968 (it seems strange that 1968 is the past and I was a part of such a long time ago?). The buildings are not structures of this era. They are from a time before plastic, when education was not about cost but about the growth of children. There are columns at the entrance to the school. Etched into the wood above is CENTRAL SCHOOL. The kids look out of huge windows that let sun in and where, occasionally, minds wander out.


The two who have been chosen to bring the flag in come out with the principle. The flag is lowered and she shows the children the proper way to put away the flag for the day. Families begin to arrive to pick up their kids. The sound of the school yard is changeing now. Little brothers and sisters are runing around. Busses are arriving. Cars continue to buzz past. The crossing guard is taking her position. There is no bell but we know they will be coming out soon. The conversations wane and the attention is given to the opening doors of the school. They are coming!!!! Running out of the gate and onto the field. The games begin!!

The trance is broken with the scream DAD. I am suddenly transported back to 2008. The fall colors are still bringing me wonder, I still feel the autumn air through my body, I still feel like I am a kid, but I know that I too am participating in the changes. As I look at a part of myself asking me if he can go on a bike ride with his friends I want to say," can I come?", but instead just say "sure". While I head on home I think that I have to make something that will make the house smell like fall. Of course, roast chicken and pumpkin pie!