The Path is numbered, apparently. Who knew?

Your Life Path Number is 3

Your purpose in life is to express your unique self. You are a creative and artistic person with an interesting view on life. Witty and outgoing, you enjoy sharing your crazy ideas with anyone who will listen. A total social butterfly, you're the life of any party. In love, you inspire and enchant your partner. You are often an object of fantasy and desire. While you are very talented, you sometimes lack the ambition to put your talents in play. And while your wit carries you a long way, you occasionally use it to mask your true feelings. Your natural abilities can bring you all the success in the world ... if you let them

What Is Your Life Path Number?

Gravity

Supposedly it's a force of attraction between two bodies which is directly proportionate to the product of their masses, and inversely proportionate to the squared distance between them, or something like that. I don't remember all the details from Physics class now; but I know the acceleration rate is 9.8 m/sec/sec... and I know how it feels when two attracted bodies collide.

My pulse quickens upon eye contact with you. Thoughts of you make me dizzy still. And when actual distance between us dwindles, it's nearly impossible not to touch.

I thought it was supposed to tether me to the Earth, not free me.

Wherein I pretend to be a photographer...

Chatter Creek:










Three Trillium [Trillia?]:

Indivisible

First thing in the morning, nursing a cup of coffee or cocoa depending on your age while awaiting breakfast:





Prowling Chatter Creek for hours:





By special request:





If you get him tired enough, a 7-month-old retriever will even sleep through a drive-by involving other barking dogs:




You know what they say about the family that plays together.

Gone Camping

Big internet hugs to all my bloggies -- I love the way you guys circled the wagons around me this week!

We're taking the family to the woods and the rivers for 2 days. This, believe it or not, is a happy thing from our perspective. Fishing, hiking and hanging out. I can hardly wait! Oh look: I don't have to wait -- we're leaving right now!

Happy Mom's Day to all you mother's out there -- it's a tough job, but worth doing well.

Dis-appoint-Ment

Q: What do you do when you arrive with your son at a baseball tournament out of town, and the other parents and coaches there decide amongst themselves that you must be there to make a stink about your son having been left out?

A: You stay through the day, oblivious, until spoken to directly, and then cry for two hours on the drive home.

Q: How do you "prove" you and your son were pure of heart, actually wanting to cheer for his friends, their very own children?

A: You can't. People will believe what they want to believe, and they will find what they are looking for, wherever they look.


Our son was disappointed before. He's devastated now. They specifically told him he didn't belong there. They wouldn't even let him shag balls with the other boys who were warming up between games. They couldn't in their wildest dreams imagine a heart as big as his, nor as pure. And I feel sorry for them and their small little minds.

But I hurt for my son, and even a little for myself. And I wonder why everything -- even youth sports -- is so political. And why, at my advanced age, I still don't see it coming. I pranced him right into the lion's mouth, blindly thinking that his show of bravery and generosity of spirit would be, at the very least, welcome. Call me Polyanna. Again. I'm getting very tired of it.

Turn-a-ment

I've been struggling mightily these past few weeks with issues beyond my control that have disappointed me to the core. Trust is fragile, but powerful; and cruel when placed in the wrong hands.

I have withdrawn. Pouted, if you will, in a grown-up and "no, i'm just too busy" way. Until I saw someone else deal with disappointment.


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My son will not play in the AAU select baseball tournament tomorrow.


By mistake. An error of misdirected mail, discovered too late. His name was on the list, but since we never responded, he was replaced. When the mystery unraveled, he wept. He WEPT. That was Tuesday.


Tomorrow, we're going to Spokane. But not to play. To cheer. TO CHEER! The team that might have been his. At his request. He asked on Wednesday if there was anyway to go, because he thought that if it were the other way around, it would mean a lot to him if a friend drove all that way to cheer him on, and it is the only way he can think of to help them now.


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Sometimes, all I need is a little reminder.