Feb BREW ary

When you were a kid, did you pronounce it FebBOOary? When I got older, I saw how it was spelled and it became a different word... It was similar to the fact I used to call it "sherBERT" until I was older and realized how it was spelled, sherbet and pronounced. Well, I still say li-berry when I wanna instead of li-brewree.
Hey, wait--maybe the brew parts have more appeal to me now than when I was a kid?

Beeautiful San Diego day. Puxatawny Phil was right--Spring is early. I am happy to be home for a few days instead of up in L.A.

My mother is now in a skilled-nursing facility. She has to pass (health) muster here before they will consider releasing her. It is tricky as they do not have telephones (nor T.V.'s) in the rooms, so I do not get to talk to her directly when I am here because she is not ambulatory to get to the phone when I call.

Many people have teased me over the years about my preference to watch the Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl instead of that other sports event. Puppy Bowl III was even more wonderful to me this year because I needed the sweet and simple viewing of galumphing puppies on the field; and of course, the cavorting kitties at half-time. This year, it seemed more like team effort because they had three white samoyed puppies on the field together and they played like a team. They even tackled Jackson, the Golden Retreiver puppy and got him in trouble. Ascot was running down the field and being followed by the other puppies and it looked just like a human football play except he was wasn't wearing spandex, a helmet or doing that goofy crotch dance at the end.

As stressful as this past month has been in dealing with my mother's health issues, I have been getting some great insights and honing my skills in finding "the pony" in everything. As I have mentioned earlier, I am seeing fragments of behaviors and patterns that I share with my mother that I could not have learned from her--could it be genetic? Other things, are uncomfortably obvious that we are related. I used to swear as a kid that I must have been adopted since I was soooo different from the rest of my family. And now, I can see more of the marked physical similarities and even think I sound like her. Eerie in some ways...

On this visit,I did get to see my Wasband, David and the dogs (Zeke and Rosebud) this weekend. My (?) dogs are getting older--Zeke has a white undermuzzle and is moving more slowly. Rosie still eats like a goat. David is moving into a new apt. and returning to acting. OH and here is a really cool thing about the apt. he found: David knew he had to get a place to live and decided to use principles from The Secret in setting his intention, etc. Well, to make his longer story, shorter, I will tell you that he got exactly what he wanted at the right price, location, size, etc. AND here is the coolest part---the current tenant who is moving to Arizona with a new wife and job happens to be someone that David and I worked with at Apple Solutions while I was in ministerial school. And now for a chorus of "It's A Small World..."

Cool things abound even in the midst of the chunks and challenges.

Lovin' what is.