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And Many More….

Ed — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 02:14:01 +0000

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Scrambled Eggs ….. and Sausage

Ed — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 21:44:28 +0000

I’ve just completed a whirlwind week. Parties and practices, appointments and obligations. Unofficially dubbed as Zane’s Fantabulous Birthday Week of Celebrations, it more closely resembled an out of control train perpetually gaining speed, rapidly approaching a hairpin turn. Or a wildfire. Maybe a drowning. Call it what you will, it was exhausting and I am [...]

Take Courage

Ed — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 06:03:15 +0000

I’ve come to believe that in the grand scheme of things, things are just that. Significance attaches to things it oughtn’t and import is lost. Soon nothing is. Loneliness and solitude are unlikely companions among the tumult and the fray that defines daily existence. And yet it is exactly here where both reside. It’s been a while. [...]

More You

Ed — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 16:49:53 +0000

Yesterday was a lot like today, but different. The sunshine made it feel warmer than it probably was. Bulbs and shoots in every corner of the yard dared to bloom announcing the arrival of spring. Announcing the arrival… Chores needed tending. The marks of winter lay strewn about reminding us that the winter is not [...]

Raising the Bar–A Tale of Two Raccoons

Ed — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 17:47:13 +0000

Maybe it’s the magnitude of deeply significant events. Could be my complete lack of mental capacity. Maybe I’m finally manifesting the negative consequences of poor choices at an earlier age. Or maybe I’m just forgetful. The raccoons, Zander and Zella, turned four years old yesterday. Four. Years. Old! Customarily on each childs’ birthday we recount the day of [...]

Yesterday…

Ed — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 04:32:48 +0000

Yesterday, I had a little girl. And then….. And suddenly…. And I love her more and more with each passing day. Happy Birthday, Zoë! share. peace.

Tin/Aluminum

Ed — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 05:01:10 +0000

Ten…. It’s the perfect number. Unless you roam in über religious circles that would consider 7 perfection. Seven makes me scratch. No, 10 is the pinnacle of the scale. It’s the measuring standard, the bar. Or not. For me ten is the beginning, the foundation. Upon ten we grow. We anticipate tomorrow. We build our [...]

A Boy and His Mission

Ed — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 09:00:00 +0000

We were in New Orleans when the call came. We had just finished some coffee and biengets at the Cafe du Monde and were on the levee about to take a stroll down the river walk. I recognized the number and the voice. Fearfully, reluctantly I handed Maura the phone. Silence and what seemed to be hours passed. Then screaming. Lots of screaming. I'm quite certain the people in Algiers just across the Mississippi River from where we were standing heard it. Certainly the hordes of people in Jackson Square heard it.

Until that day, I did not think it possible to garner the collective attention of the crowds of people passing through the French Quarter. I now know.

The tears came. Huge alligator tears released from their caches having been contained some five months, probably longer. She screamed. I smiled. She cried. I laughed. I knew. And now most of Greater New Orleans knew.

We were going to have a boy! Zoë was going to have a baby brother. My wife could have died right then and there and I'm sure would have not counted a single moment in her life more precious. Her dreams certainly were coming true.

I was a bit more reserved. Cautious. You see, I was afraid of what a second child might do to me. What a second child might do to the bond between Zoë and me. I had loved Zoë unimaginably and could not fathom splitting that love between two. Sharing it. It's one of the still unexplained mysteries of parenting. How can you possibly love each child as much as the other without loving any or either the less? I'll give you the answer I was given--YOU JUST DO.

Zane arrived on August 1, 2002 on one of the hottest days of record. It was miserable hot. Undaunted, Zane set about on that day on his mission to affect the life of every single person with whom he came into contact whether it be the surgeon and anesthesiologist in the delivery room whom he peed all over, ...

Best Day—EVER!!

Ed — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 12:00:00 +0000

Every day above ground is a good day. My mom used to tell me that. Of course, she also used to tell me that Brussels Sprouts were good for you and that sour kraut would put hair on my chest. What did she know? Today marks the fifteen thousand six hundred and ninety fifth day (that's 15,695 days or 301 dog years) that I have spent atop this little orb. It truly is a good day. Maybe the best day ever!

I may also be celebrating on the 14th in honor of my mom.. That's Bastille Day but for some reason my mom always got my birthday mixed up with the French holiday. Seems like every year the 10th would roll by and I had no cake or presents, not even well wishes. Then on the 14th---SURPRISE!! I can't remember the last time she got it right. Funny, the things that hold memories.

Today is my birthday. Now let's go eat some cake! ...

The Best Things in Life

Ed — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:01:00 +0000

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Today Belongs to Zia

Ed — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 18:19:00 +0000

I wasn't quite finished with the mowing when I looked up and noticed my wife walking across the yard to me, arms waving to get my attention....

On this day seven years ago…..

Ed — Fri, 18 Jan 2008 10:30:00 +0000

This entry is adapted from the entry I placed in Zoë's baby book. Today is her seventh birthday and I felt it was appropriate to post it. Please bear with me as I tell the story of my daughter to....my daughter.

You arrived triumphantly into this world 7 years ago today at 3:54pm but your story actually begins much earlier. I was working the night shift and was unwinding after a long shift when your mother arrived home having pulled an all nighter herself and announced, "Come upstairs. Quickly. I'm ...

2008, The Year in Review…..

Ed — Sat, 05 Jan 2008 10:18:00 +0000

Dude. 2008 was a brutal year, the likes of which I am happy to say is behind me. Come on 2009!

What?

It's only just begun?

You have got to be kidding me!

For all intents and purposes January was scheduled to start with a bang. The first (Jan 1) is our wedding anniversary. I may have mentioned something about that in a previous post. Anyway, we learned early on in our married life that unless Cracker Barrel is your idea of the perfect setting for a romantic anniversary dinner, you're not going out to eat on ...

Y2K+8

Ed — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 10:00:00 +0000

So.....would you do it again? I despise the question. First off, the question centers around a point or issue that is for every practical purpose mute. Unless of course, H.G. Wells' Time Machine was not just a science fiction novella but in all actuality the genius blueprint for actual time travel. Bear in mind we are talking about life decisions here. If I decide in a momentary lapse of reason to ride the twist til I puke whirly bird spinning teacup of death at the county fair and by some act of God ...

Allow me to introduce you…….

Ed — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 10:00:00 +0000

The leaves have started in an ever so subtle way to change their colors and break free from the branches that have sustained their tiny lives since the spring when they blossomed forth. No longer are my children able to walk silently through the yard as now leaves crunch loudly beneath their feet. OK, so my kids, to the best of my recollection, have never walked silently through the yard. Remember that scene in Stripes when the platoon is running like ...