He honorably finishes a six year enlistment with the Air Force. They teach him to be a carpenter. He likes to build things. After the Air Force he finds the 8 to 5 work day world not so fulfilling and enrolls in college. He misses the camaraderie of military life and joins the Army National Guard… …
Tag: perseverance
Opening Up
Last weekend we tore up the floor in an upper bedroom. Truthfully, I didn’t actually do the tearing up… I just did the odd jobs, clean-up, took pictures and kept the coffee going. We’ve owned that house for 23 years. For 23 years my husband said “I will tear up that floor and find out …
Waiting for Someday
On the first day after the last day of my job I opened a blank journal and wrote: September 22, 2011 Today is the first day of retirement from the job. The first day of the rest of my life begins. "Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable …
At least I know where I come from…..
Since I'm still a little confused about where I am...... at loose ends without 24/7 connection to email, Facebook and on-line bill pay..... discombobulated by my new role as caregiver.... I thought I'd reflect on something I know for sure. September 21st was my last day on the job, but it was also my Dad's 86th birthday. …
Pie and Persistance
The wedding was perfect. My extraordinary mother was the creative genius behind it all. The cake - five tiers of hand-crafted, spun sugar orchids - was made and given as a gift. Family and friends gathered for the reception, catered by my favorite church ladies. And there is nothing better than church lady food. And none of the …
Finding Your Passion…or possibly your socks
You cannot raise four boys without focus and your wits tightly wrapped about yourself. I used to pride myself on knowing what was happening, where it was happening and where everything was to make it happen. This has changed with time. For example, I have a dedicated sock drawer. But I can never find my favorite pair - …
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No Place for Quitters ….. 5th of series
Before our move to Alaska, my life was pretty safe. I'd never really met an on purpose mean person. I was about to. The tow truck operator .... I do remember his name but will keep it to myself. From now on I'll refer to him as "the man" and his place of business as "the shop". I forgave …
Into the Snow ….. 3rd of series
...if you've started reading our great adventure today, you can find parts one and two here and here. We've a few more pages left to this story...... It was snowing lightly that first morning in Haines. Reports said blizzard, so we hurried thru breakfast. We should have savored it ....it was to be the last "normal" meal for a while. …
FRED
I grew up where you locked your doors and didn't talk to strangers. Although we'd lived in Alaska for three years before moving to Chugiak, I still clung to many of my big city attitudes. The problem with that (not talking to strangers in particular) is it's tough to survive an inhospitable environment without a little help …
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