Happy Birthday, precious friend of mine.
Can't wait til we can celebrate together again!
I miss you.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Yente's Yammerings
Some of the wonderful lines that Yente says:
* What's the use complaining? Some women enjoy complaining, but not Yente. Not every woman in the world can be a Yente!
* I'm loosing my head! One day it will fall off completely, a horse will kick it in the mud, and goodbye Yente!
And my favorite :)
* I'm going to the Holy Land to help our people increase and multiply! It's my mission!
* What's the use complaining? Some women enjoy complaining, but not Yente. Not every woman in the world can be a Yente!
* I'm loosing my head! One day it will fall off completely, a horse will kick it in the mud, and goodbye Yente!
And my favorite :)
* I'm going to the Holy Land to help our people increase and multiply! It's my mission!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
A Crowd of Strangers...
... thousands strong, winding along over a mile of city streets. All for one purpose. To say farewell to a man that many of them, including myself, had never seen until his picture flashed on my TV screen with dates under his name.
This morning, as Evan, Jed & I stood in front of the Manchester police department with many others, I was proud of our little state, and grateful that so many people had given up sleeping in on this Saturday, to show solidarity in the face of senseless violence.
Officer Brigg’s funeral procession started with hundreds of police motorcycles riding by the station in tribute. The line seemed to go on forever, and each time I thought it would end, more kept filing by.
There was a lull after the motorcycles. Then off in the distance a bell tolled, and bagpipe music began far down the road. The sound crept closer, and then a cruiser came into view. It’s astounding to be in a large crowd, and have it be so eerily quiet. There was a hushing sound that went down the line of observers, as parents stilled children, and already quiet conversations became non-existent.
Following the cruiser was a drum and bugle core, with bagpipers who began playing the Marine anthem. Following them was the hearse, and the car carrying Officer Brigg’s widow and two little boys. His wife was leaning forward in the backseat, desperately trying to grieve in private, while a multitude of strangers looked on, tears flowing freely down most faces.
For the next forty-five minutes, we silently watched thousands of public servants march by. There were policemen and women from towns throughout Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Vermont and Rhode Island. Hundreds of firemen, correctional officers, ambulance crews, Red Cross workers - on foot, bikes, horses, and in cars, all paying homage to one of their own.
Each group would pause in front of the station, then pass under a gigantic American flag, suspended between two fire trucks.
As I stood on the sidewalk, I wondered why I was shedding tears for someone I’d never met. But I realized, you don’t need to know someone to mourn their death. He was a person who served and loved greatly, and as such, deserved my respect. And he left behind people who will miss him, and they deserve my prayers and support.
It was surreal as the last cruiser passed. What had I just witnessed? We walked back toward the center of town, and the procession was passing our way again, on it’s way to the stadium where the service was being held. Those who marched were now passing in front of Manchester’s arena, where a circus was in town. Evan, Jed & I paused again to watch, and I heard family’s on their way to the circus hushing their excited children out of respect. I heard one mother say “They’re here to say goodbye to their friend.”
My precious nephew, who changes passions, career options, and costumes more frequently than I get my mail, said as we walked away, “I’m back into police guys.” “So am I,” said his dad. “And so am I,” thought his deeply moved aunt.
This morning, as Evan, Jed & I stood in front of the Manchester police department with many others, I was proud of our little state, and grateful that so many people had given up sleeping in on this Saturday, to show solidarity in the face of senseless violence.
Officer Brigg’s funeral procession started with hundreds of police motorcycles riding by the station in tribute. The line seemed to go on forever, and each time I thought it would end, more kept filing by.
There was a lull after the motorcycles. Then off in the distance a bell tolled, and bagpipe music began far down the road. The sound crept closer, and then a cruiser came into view. It’s astounding to be in a large crowd, and have it be so eerily quiet. There was a hushing sound that went down the line of observers, as parents stilled children, and already quiet conversations became non-existent.
Following the cruiser was a drum and bugle core, with bagpipers who began playing the Marine anthem. Following them was the hearse, and the car carrying Officer Brigg’s widow and two little boys. His wife was leaning forward in the backseat, desperately trying to grieve in private, while a multitude of strangers looked on, tears flowing freely down most faces.
For the next forty-five minutes, we silently watched thousands of public servants march by. There were policemen and women from towns throughout Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Vermont and Rhode Island. Hundreds of firemen, correctional officers, ambulance crews, Red Cross workers - on foot, bikes, horses, and in cars, all paying homage to one of their own.
Each group would pause in front of the station, then pass under a gigantic American flag, suspended between two fire trucks.
As I stood on the sidewalk, I wondered why I was shedding tears for someone I’d never met. But I realized, you don’t need to know someone to mourn their death. He was a person who served and loved greatly, and as such, deserved my respect. And he left behind people who will miss him, and they deserve my prayers and support.
It was surreal as the last cruiser passed. What had I just witnessed? We walked back toward the center of town, and the procession was passing our way again, on it’s way to the stadium where the service was being held. Those who marched were now passing in front of Manchester’s arena, where a circus was in town. Evan, Jed & I paused again to watch, and I heard family’s on their way to the circus hushing their excited children out of respect. I heard one mother say “They’re here to say goodbye to their friend.”
My precious nephew, who changes passions, career options, and costumes more frequently than I get my mail, said as we walked away, “I’m back into police guys.” “So am I,” said his dad. “And so am I,” thought his deeply moved aunt.
Friday, October 20, 2006
A Fallen Hero
It amazes me how the death of a stranger can affect me.
Here in NH, we are mourning the loss of a police officer killed in the line of duty. All week, I've been following the news, praying for his wife and children, and feeling a certain sense of loss.
Tomorrow there's a funeral procession, and the service is going to be in our local baseball stadium, because they're expecting such a large crowd.
Sure, this is a downer of a post, but I figured, the more people who read about this, the more prayer support for his family.
True? Of course true!
Here in NH, we are mourning the loss of a police officer killed in the line of duty. All week, I've been following the news, praying for his wife and children, and feeling a certain sense of loss.
Tomorrow there's a funeral procession, and the service is going to be in our local baseball stadium, because they're expecting such a large crowd.
Sure, this is a downer of a post, but I figured, the more people who read about this, the more prayer support for his family.
True? Of course true!
Saturday, October 14, 2006
A Real Live Friday the 13th
If Friday the 13th is supposed to be a day filled with weird & scary things, well then, it lived up to it's name yesterday.
I got out of bed and stubbed my toe... hard!
Thankfully, I made it to work without incident.
Once at work, there were MAJOR computer problems. Not everyone's. Just mine.
Then, I forgot to bring my lunch, so I bought it from the cafeteria, and there was a hair in my sandwich.
In the afternoon, one of the people in my class quit. They got a job with less hours and more pay.
Then, work was finally over, and I dragged my weary bones out to my car, only to realize that my lights had been on all day, and my battery was deader-than-dead.
On the way home, I was thinking sarcastic thoughts about the only way this day would improve was if I got stopped again because of my tail-light, (which I bought the bulb for, but when I tried to install it, saw that the auto parts store had given me the wrong one) when low-and-behold there were the blue lights in my rearview mirror.
Good thing Friday the 13th only happens periodically.
EDITOR'S NOTE: This entire post is not true. Seriously - who would read a post regarding Friday the 13th that said, "Yesterday was a great day, and nothing interesting happened?"
I got out of bed and stubbed my toe... hard!
Thankfully, I made it to work without incident.
Once at work, there were MAJOR computer problems. Not everyone's. Just mine.
Then, I forgot to bring my lunch, so I bought it from the cafeteria, and there was a hair in my sandwich.
In the afternoon, one of the people in my class quit. They got a job with less hours and more pay.
Then, work was finally over, and I dragged my weary bones out to my car, only to realize that my lights had been on all day, and my battery was deader-than-dead.
On the way home, I was thinking sarcastic thoughts about the only way this day would improve was if I got stopped again because of my tail-light, (which I bought the bulb for, but when I tried to install it, saw that the auto parts store had given me the wrong one) when low-and-behold there were the blue lights in my rearview mirror.
Good thing Friday the 13th only happens periodically.
EDITOR'S NOTE: This entire post is not true. Seriously - who would read a post regarding Friday the 13th that said, "Yesterday was a great day, and nothing interesting happened?"
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Blue Light Special
Before last night, I've only been pulled over once.
Now it's twice.
On the way home from school, I was happily chatting away with my West Coast Friend, (who posted about it on her blog) when suddenly there were blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror.
I knew that I hadn't been speeding, and didn't think I'd been swerving. What had I done to warrant this??
It was just a rear light missing, and the gracious Amherst policeman let me go with a warning.
And that is the extent of my run-in with the law.
Now it's twice.
On the way home from school, I was happily chatting away with my West Coast Friend, (who posted about it on her blog) when suddenly there were blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror.
I knew that I hadn't been speeding, and didn't think I'd been swerving. What had I done to warrant this??
It was just a rear light missing, and the gracious Amherst policeman let me go with a warning.
And that is the extent of my run-in with the law.
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