<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:23:28 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Bart</category><category>Black Friday</category><category>Blog rationale</category><category>Jake</category><category>Luke</category><category>New Puppy</category><category>Thanksgiving</category><title>The New Adventures of Tom Sawyer</title><description>Collections of memories, observations, mutterings &amp;amp;&#xa;wanderings through life. Grandfathering.Grandparent Guide to Cleveland.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-3438009202166218594</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-07T09:35:22.025-07:00</atom:updated><title>The List: What I’ve accomplished while waiting for whatever : Creative Explosion, Emboldened</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;In reflecting upon this time of waiting I did manage to achieve a few things that I originally did not consider so here is my list of 17. I am sure there are more but this is the short list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2012/04/list-what-ive-accomplished-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAFAhS899Y3JzwUwurlRvH9FF7-TUumUbVAiv6FlYOw6R8vwIz4aw4gSoiIC5VVvPCEQ-vxGd5inPKJURwwzXuavwR0RpwNN8N9pn_0h4eTtR5I0ICpIxf__J9_bIR_ySVrbABx8nlZ8/s72-c/Cabin1+(21)+-+Copy.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-247432858302616977</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2012 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-31T07:32:16.737-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Dark Cloud of Cancer</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;Twenty one years ago my wife’s mother died at the young age of fifty six. Cancer quickly took Becky’s best friend and her main support away. It all seemed so unfair and cruel. We certainly questioned God and His divine plan. Her Mother, however, had out lived the other members of her family (Mother, father, sister) who all had died young from the ravages of cancer. This dark cloud has stalked us ever since. For twenty on years the fear of cancer and death was a real threat. We always worried that my wife would also become a victim. As each year passed, especially fifty six which was the milestone year, we were thankful, yet the black shadow always lingered close. My wife’s youngest sister was stricken with cancer in her early thirty’s and survived with prayer, love and after the long treatment process .&amp;nbsp; Recently she was diagnosed with another, different, cancer so the family cancer fear manifested itself with an even greater vengeance and overwhelmed all. The lurking threat became ever present especially as her sister discovered that she carried an inherited cancer gene referred to as Lynch Syndrome.&amp;nbsp; Those who have a parent or sibling with this gene have a high probability, of carrying the gene, passing it to offspring and have a very high (80%) chance of having one of the cancers directly associated with Lynch Syndrome. &amp;nbsp;Especially vulnerable are females who have a greater number and types of cancer. Once Lynch was discovered in the family everyone knew that they must be tested since if the gene was present it would require some very specific testing for the early detection of the almost enviable cancers. So the testing began and darkness suffocated all we did until we would receive the results of genetic testing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;It is like waiting one’s entire life and no matter what the answer, it would be a life altering revelation. It was difficult to relax, trust God or even pray. Helplessness maybe hopelessness was our general state of being. Almost an acceptance of what we expected to be the enviable life adjustments to detect early stages of cancer. We could only pray Hail Mary’s and to her Mother who was just beyond the walls of this life in the next room speaking with us about calm and understanding of God’s will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;We left for two days of a winery B&amp;amp;B experience in order to fortify ourselves for my East Coast position, which of course added much additional stress and uncertainty, &amp;nbsp;and the results of the genetic test. Upon returning home we received an unexpected call informing us that the geneticist wanted to meet with us the next morning. Every black fear that we had encountered along this journey now surrounded and tormented us. We gasped for air yet found little relief or positives in this sudden call. In was another sleepless night. Having trusted our lives and every situation to the Lord we had faith that whatever fears were realized, would occur for some mysterious reason and we trusted the Lord that He could sustain us in our darkest hour even if we never understood why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;The night before &amp;nbsp;we attended our final Lenten Bible Study where the theme for the evening as well as most of the study was about trusting God, which appeared to be strengthening us for our future adversities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;We went quite early for our 9 A.M. appointment and waited sullenly and in silence for our summoning. When the geneticist called us into her office we walked in quite a daze down the hallways. This was the moment that we never expected in twenty one years. We would find out if my wife and potentially all of our offspring carried the deadly gene. The geneticist had a slight smile that every person in a cancer ward appeared to possess so as to assist in creating a hopeful and positive attitude. We sat next to each other, hand in hand awaiting relief from the numbness just to know our fate. Very quickly the geneticist pulled a large stack of papers and looked us in the eye saying “your results are negative, there is no (deadly) &amp;nbsp;gene present”. Tears of happiness flowed as we just sat stunned and a lifetime of worry dissipated slowly providing us with the fragrance and spirit of new life. A life redeemed. A life reborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;The only thing we could do was smile and weep for deep joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;Twice before God has worked unexpected miracles in seemingly hopeless situation with answers that we couldn’t even pray for. Luke Thomas and Hope births were truly demonstrations of the Lord’s miraculous power in desperate birth situations. In both of these cases we could only pray for His will and our understanding in seemingly hopeless situations yet He provided remarkable physical healings and their lives are constant reminders to us of His love and power. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh128ZDgSmGbENd6mrbvJ9ZRLQsxgiN5Bf4reJXb7hpgUbnnDn0eAxHTtgR53yJAJq4Ez4VuRvCKyIzfLBCjYkVXUkpxLZ0-vpBF-IyD8yzGM11s8jGTJx4-6VjfZhBsUAUE6OYhDqJTYs/s1600/Paris+(57).JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh128ZDgSmGbENd6mrbvJ9ZRLQsxgiN5Bf4reJXb7hpgUbnnDn0eAxHTtgR53yJAJq4Ez4VuRvCKyIzfLBCjYkVXUkpxLZ0-vpBF-IyD8yzGM11s8jGTJx4-6VjfZhBsUAUE6OYhDqJTYs/s320/Paris+(57).JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;God’s spirit was present as we walked back to our car holding each other closely knowing that my life, my treasure , my best friend, had been restored unblemished. I don’t know why some people have the gene and some don’t but at that moment all I knew that I was the most grateful man alive and the luckiest person to feel my wife’s&amp;nbsp; total relief as we held each other tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2012/03/dark-cloud-of-cancer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh128ZDgSmGbENd6mrbvJ9ZRLQsxgiN5Bf4reJXb7hpgUbnnDn0eAxHTtgR53yJAJq4Ez4VuRvCKyIzfLBCjYkVXUkpxLZ0-vpBF-IyD8yzGM11s8jGTJx4-6VjfZhBsUAUE6OYhDqJTYs/s72-c/Paris+(57).JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-8648933566334135264</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jan 2012 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-24T18:01:19.905-08:00</atom:updated><title>TeamSawyer in Kitchen Stadium competing on Iron Chef America</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Iron Chef&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It was an amazing experience to have witnessed a most exciting Iron Chef battle between the culinary Ninja TeamSawyer, (Sawyer, Seeholzer &amp;amp; Goodman) representing The Greenhouse Tavern vs &amp;nbsp;the newest Iron Chef Zakarian, in his first battle, and The Next &amp;nbsp;Iron Chef &amp;nbsp;contestant Alex Guarneschelli. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I was at the original taping and watched the airing at the party in The Greenhouse Tavern last night. I was interested to see how the editing was done and how it would be presented. Of course I am not a bystander but have a Father’s view concerning &amp;nbsp;the entire process.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The Energy, Passion, Pride and atmosphere of fun that is the hallmark of anything &lt;u&gt;TeamSawyer&lt;/u&gt; does&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;certainly could be felt and was very well represented in the episode. They just work like crazy Jedi Warriors, chatter relentlessly and have great fun while preparing amazing dishes. They cooked at a dizzying pace for one hour. I think an extraordinary energy level (as well as an abundance of tattoos) are prerequisite’s for TeamSawyer. It is as exciting watching them every day in the kitchen as it was watching them on Iron Chef.&amp;nbsp; What they are able to accomplish in brief periods of time is stunning ( made cheese in 1 hour! A first in Kitchen Stadium). Being at the Greenhouse Tavern last night was like being at a Rock concert in the mosh pit ( apologies to Chef BR). Exhausting, Exciting, and an Exceptionally Enjoyable time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Now my comments. I had the same feeling as when Roy Jones Jr landed 86 punches to 32 of his Korean opponent at the Seoul Olympics only to astonishingly see the Gold Metal victory awarded to his opponent (after the match the South Korean boxer apologized because he knew Roy won). But that is how it works in the Olympic judging events, Show Biz &amp;amp; even Life. You don’t win all you deserve. Last night was like the viewing the Rolling Stones vs Perry Como ( do people still know who Perry is?).&amp;nbsp; The contrast was great like a manicured lawn maintained by British caretakers to &amp;nbsp;free range wild pioneer prairies lived on by energetic adventures, or like watching Kill Bill vs watching The English Patient.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;A few insights:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;First Course- TeamSawyer’s trio of highly creative ( the Che’vre Goat Salad w Sausage, Zuccinin Mint Fritters &amp;amp; Mint Poached Ohio Sweet Corn &amp;nbsp;vs raw vegetables &amp;amp; dip that my grandson could make with a nice cocktail from Alex. When one judge said “perfect” &amp;nbsp;when tasting raw vegetables I knew that the Jedi masters would not win. (I do like raw veggies but never considered them IC worthy no matter how tasty a side of dip was).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Main Course- Oxtail with marrow &amp;amp; mint vs Duck that the nicest thing the judges could say was that it should have “only been looked at” because it was not editable (and they left the course on their plates at the taping).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Judge comments during taping “ we like dessert and drinks” (is that really what Iron Chef is?) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When one judge who, during the taping, kept referring to ICJZ as “Jeffery” said “ I’m sorry but Jeffery is my drinking buddy”. &amp;nbsp;In the Olympics or at Iron Chef I guess judges do not recuse themselves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I sat in a place where I could see all the camera shots on video screens and not only were they overwhelmingly of TeamSawyer but all Alton Brown talked about was how creative and unique their dishes were.. So getting edged out in points in creativity and taste was quite “curious”. This also was how the show portrayed the contest as most of ICJZ shots were of Alex making a teal colored cocktail The editing was excellent and did convey the feeling of the event most accurately and the comments were obviously accurate but like any quote if time allowed all of the comments would have been great to hear. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;During the tasting not one piece of TeamSawyer’s dishes were left on the plates &amp;amp; they wanted more of the Fish Pie in a wonderful broth of Hake under a &amp;nbsp;puff pastry and the braised oxtail . They raved on about both.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I certainly will state that I am certain that all of Iron Chef Zakarian’s dishes except for the main course Duck were very delious but mostly the mint was a side add and not part of the process but that may have made it more noticeable. I believe his langostinos were a great tasting dish but shrimp cooked in mint is something I do at home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;At the taping and before I knew the results, I wrote my scores based on what I perceived from the judges comments yet knew how it would shake out. So here is my scores: 51- 45 TeamSawyer or 51-48 (my score card 9/6 taste, 4/5 use, 4/5 plating- TeamS &amp;nbsp;ICJZ respectively). However I was aware that these scores would not be reflected in the “final tally”.I may have missed something but I have reviewed my original notes and watched the episode 4 times and my conclusions are mostly the same.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So the lesson is – be passionate &amp;amp; love what you are doing, work insanely hard &amp;amp; have great fun competing. All else is a bonus. I am very proud of the work energy &amp;amp; ethic that was portrayed and all the positive Cleveland PR. Jon loves Cleveland &amp;amp; has a most outstanding team. This clearly came through. Ask yourself- what would you rather taste and on whose team would you rather work. TeamSawyer is the real winner in my mind. I must say one other thing that I also state when someone asks since it reflects my views on life and priorities:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“ Jonathon is a great chef but and even better father, husband and son”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0T_gKYuXadu1mH_Edj5_KhWo6EJKx76Y-ulGVCup18myjI0lFnU9dNRrmk-gVRSXO9WaCbekI7wGGelPA8cc-pgfzKGiH0C1EwZEU4hzhOIBlw7lOsDJcw_3G_c0UQsN_hzBL7mTXJk/s1600/DSCF2045.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0T_gKYuXadu1mH_Edj5_KhWo6EJKx76Y-ulGVCup18myjI0lFnU9dNRrmk-gVRSXO9WaCbekI7wGGelPA8cc-pgfzKGiH0C1EwZEU4hzhOIBlw7lOsDJcw_3G_c0UQsN_hzBL7mTXJk/s320/DSCF2045.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2012/01/teamsawyer-in-kitchen-stadium-competing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0T_gKYuXadu1mH_Edj5_KhWo6EJKx76Y-ulGVCup18myjI0lFnU9dNRrmk-gVRSXO9WaCbekI7wGGelPA8cc-pgfzKGiH0C1EwZEU4hzhOIBlw7lOsDJcw_3G_c0UQsN_hzBL7mTXJk/s72-c/DSCF2045.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-3055014834805742819</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-05T07:15:10.384-08:00</atom:updated><title>Marriage Reflections, Retreat, and Hocking Hill</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjw8BYR7v-Ft28J1tUVEgNhF18yke2MSvcEtUEOO5yIyNqwbRcnICy-66bCGUigAEGsq13QKwN_Xzu_whtUlP-K_azF5eseZa1L-TNDTcQIBBBThAqdqZHXQGCWdSBlBILuOmfNF4UJ24/s1600/Hocking+Hills+June+%252711+034.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjw8BYR7v-Ft28J1tUVEgNhF18yke2MSvcEtUEOO5yIyNqwbRcnICy-66bCGUigAEGsq13QKwN_Xzu_whtUlP-K_azF5eseZa1L-TNDTcQIBBBThAqdqZHXQGCWdSBlBILuOmfNF4UJ24/s320/Hocking+Hills+June+%252711+034.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Marriage&amp;nbsp; Reflections:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Marriage is a blessed sacrament, ordained by God, between a man and a woman. Two people truly become one as they discard their old selfish and independent ways and becomes one being united in selflessness and sacrifice.&amp;nbsp; Successful marriages are the gift that we give back to God .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although God blesses and sanctifies the holy union, like salvation we are required to put effort into what can be the most beautiful and blessed experience. The Lord &amp;nbsp;wants us to grow in our oneness as husband and wife. This requires continual self-examination and hard work. &amp;nbsp;In life’s endeavors one receives the benefits equal to the efforts expended yet in marriage God multiplies your contributions much greater than any worldly investment and produces true riches that never perish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;One of my observations is that strong marriages, those where the couples appear to really enjoy their life together and possess inner contentment, are those who share special moments and activities and have heavily invested in developing mutual interests and enjoyments. This usually begins with establishing positive and uninhibited communications. Which leads us to our Marriage Retreat to Hocking Hills.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByYaxu2huEhX7wl5p3YLRtnrVM4XqlFEYXQ6lacY3NvUwDDTc5eqG92sABlq1bihu_Ja0iyzUuu9NcQfPDk5N2ymEtxEw5Lied1_ySF1mQ225JNJ4tgHx7XDKNW1NfGbz6GdmB-jmOus/s1600/DSCF1553.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByYaxu2huEhX7wl5p3YLRtnrVM4XqlFEYXQ6lacY3NvUwDDTc5eqG92sABlq1bihu_Ja0iyzUuu9NcQfPDk5N2ymEtxEw5Lied1_ySF1mQ225JNJ4tgHx7XDKNW1NfGbz6GdmB-jmOus/s320/DSCF1553.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Why go to Hocking Hills for a Retreat?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We go on marriage retreats to experience the joy of just being. To experience each other without all the distractions of life. It seems to me that one of the great gospel lessons is to stay focused on the one true goal. To eliminate all of the deadlines, pressures, and life requirements by retreating to a place where there is no agenda is how &amp;nbsp;we personally strengthen our mutual enjoyments in an atmosphere of stillness and nature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;People ask us “What do you do.” The answer is “not much” except be together without any plans or agenda. The only thing that we must do is eat when we are hungry, and walk the dogs. There is no cell or web access. We do not drive to get a paper while listening to the news.&amp;nbsp; The television does have cable so there may be a few rare moments when we just check to see if there was any great news but mostly we are “entertained” by soft classical music and at this time it is all Christmas classics. Mostly we are isolated from civilization and enjoy just being together with nothing planned. We are secluded in a natural wood cabin deep in the woods where we spend most of the time reading, writing, and cooking together. We have some gentle communication as topics occur and share what we have read or were pondering.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We may watch a movie, usually an old film noir, or relax at night in the hot tub. The day passes slowly and every moment if full a simple pleasure. We take the dogs on one or two hikes each day, dine on spectacular meals, and generally cleanse our minds of stress and worry. We can enjoy each other apart from all the issues of life. These times better equip us to remain one when confronted with daily challenges. Time disappears and even the day becomes vague as we seek to become lost in the moments of living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We make measured progress in absorbing and discussions from the massive stacks of books that we have brought with us. Since we have no set agenda yet deep inside we hope to finish one book and many short writings and make good progress on many others. One of our favorite past times is to each read the same short story or essay and share our comments with each other in our personal study group. It is not just relaxing but more like the simplicity and beauty of Thoreau’s Walden Pond . Living in the moment to appreciate the grandness of life. To wander among one’s thoughts and creative urges while belonging to a timelessness that is captured by a falling snowflake, a cold Winter breeze, a warm glow from the fireplace while reading beautiful&amp;nbsp; French poetry or dining on an elegant meal of truffles with scrambled egg and wine. Uniting with nature and simplicity of life, in a cabin retreat, is linkage to a timeless past. Every age has had people who valued the terrible beauty and grandeur of nature in a relatively unrestricted state.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Boring? Maybe to some but to us it is glorious!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaIdAR7J6IfKXTwEL2YiHcSUthX0pumRehd_EGmEaXzTO3wKuh5uXziTmP77_HxXZJ98SvBSl6PDRqbZwU7tfx50RKDSo0LjUYV7NP4ZiGrFA08EkceYsm_w9J3NafiGRlEDDWAdZQYQ/s1600/2.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnaIdAR7J6IfKXTwEL2YiHcSUthX0pumRehd_EGmEaXzTO3wKuh5uXziTmP77_HxXZJ98SvBSl6PDRqbZwU7tfx50RKDSo0LjUYV7NP4ZiGrFA08EkceYsm_w9J3NafiGRlEDDWAdZQYQ/s320/2.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Grizzly : Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Gets another Nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Everyone who meets our dog Cole has a different impression of what he resembles and what breed he may be.&amp;nbsp; The funny thing is that almost every comparison that we have heard appears or at least could be correct. Since he was supposed to be a miniature schnauzer but has grown into an 85 pound giant shaggy puppy we obviously do not know his heritage. People have said he was a Black Labrador, A Giant Schnauzer, A Black Labradoodle, A Irish Wolf hound, and combinations of all those breeds. He does appear to be a mix of all of the above. People have also told us that he reminds them of a large black Grover from Sesame Street, a long limbed black monkey, a drunken sailor who flails arms &amp;amp; legs before collapsing into a deep sleep, Cole the Big Black Dog (like Clifford the big red dog), a hairy black sock puppet, a black stallion, a lump of a dog, a big dust mop, or in my case Huck Finn (Tom Sawyer’s best friend). One new comparison however occurs when something of special interest is in the distance like we experienced on a recent walk in the Hills of Hocking. We were on a lovely hiking path which usually heightens Coles sensitivity to his environment and he nervously runs from side to side sniffing everything and touching trees, moss, stay leaves, fallen twigs and everything else of interest with his big black nose. All of a sudden he must have sensed something of great excitement in the distance through the dense yet barren trees. Cole raised himself on two legs as if he was a giant Grizzly Bear sneering at some intruder before combat begins. He held that pose, standing tall on two legs, peering deep in the woods, ready for any required action. Perfectly balanced like a warrior captured in a great painting .This alerted his brother, Bart, who cannot stand on his powerful hunches and appeared jealous, annoyed, but in a nervous frenzy sensing something could require his involvement. As Cole stood straight up he is an imposing height of almost six feet . The amazing aspect of Cole rearing up on his hind legs is that he not only can hold the stance but actually walks a few steps, on two legs, in order to get an even better look. &amp;nbsp;Cole had used this stance a few times before but deep in the forest he certainly deserved Grizzly to be added to his long list of nicknames. *of course I am unable to get a photo as I never know when he is going to do this and he refuses to do on command, actually he does very little on commend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Cole’s Facial Expressions:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;There is something just irresistible about the usual expression and countenance exhibited by my furry friend Cole the big black lump of a dog. His normal position is seated directly in front of me wherever I am and he moves as I do. Sitting with his hind legs folded beneath his big body and his long front legs stretched out in front of him. His head is raised with those round black eyes looking right into mine or waiting for me to look at him. His expression is that of a three year old looking up into Santa’s eyes on his lap for the first time. It is a look of wide-eyed complete trust, dependency, helplessness, &amp;nbsp;bewilderment&amp;nbsp; ,or patiently waiting for instructions and guidance as if asking&amp;nbsp; “what should I do for you now”. &amp;nbsp;He does not wine, bark or generally annoy me but stares at me wondering what comes next. He may wants me to say “walk, “treat” “out” or “give Daddy a kiss” at which time he puts his wet black nose on mine and gives me a gentle lick as if to say “Thanks for everything, Dad”. How can I ever be mad at this lovable companion with this simple look usually on his face?&amp;nbsp; It takes great effort not to spoil him, too much. I knew that I had gone too far when my wife said to me “Tom, you don’t have to apologize to the dog for making him get off your chair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Insights: Overheard Conversation between two adopted brothers- Cole and Bart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Q2M9XVg8O9Inlcf4G2kW-jK1d6UiNA_ZdpWCpDnQk3iyQWs0UC-3OHri-VpYupt359vDT5l-0MKBRWov8rTZJKzrvK2XJr8cS1UNdhk0uZChVIxphMAMuY15rTDSo895t4lrFFXiV4Y/s1600/DSCF1714.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Q2M9XVg8O9Inlcf4G2kW-jK1d6UiNA_ZdpWCpDnQk3iyQWs0UC-3OHri-VpYupt359vDT5l-0MKBRWov8rTZJKzrvK2XJr8cS1UNdhk0uZChVIxphMAMuY15rTDSo895t4lrFFXiV4Y/s320/DSCF1714.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Let’s go see what Mom &amp;amp; Dad are doing.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “huh?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Get up! Let’s go see what Mom &amp;amp; Dad are doing.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “What, Where do you want to go? I’m resting comfortably.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Com’on let’s go, time to move, you big slow lug, get that lazy butt going or if there are treats to eat you won’t get any.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole” What kind of treats”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “ I don’t know but Mom always has treats.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “Ok I am right behind you”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Look out the window, I think I see Dad, let’s go outside, no that’s not Dad but something is moving out there that should be investigated” “ Hey look that door is closed, is Dad in there?” “Let’s find out.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “I thought we were going for treats”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Oh yeah, latter”, “What the hey, no one is in here” “Is Dad away or hiding from us”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Let’s check the other room” “Look out this window, I think I see Dad, no that is a Deer, A DEER COLE QUICK TELL MOM!, COLE A DEER, A DEER, I THINK HE IS POPPING&amp;nbsp; IN OUR YARD!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “WHERE IS THE DEER? I DON’T SEE HIM! ARE YOU SURE?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “DON’T YELL AT ME YOU BIG LAZY THING, I’LL BEAT YOU BUTT”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;COLE “OH YEAH, LET’S SEE WHO IS THE LITTE BABY BROTHER.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;BART “ I’M OLDER THAT YOU ARE AND EVEN THOUGH I’M SMALLER I AM A MUCH BETTER FIGHTER.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;COLE “ LET’S SEE HOW STRONG YOU ARE YOU LITTLE ANT.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;BART “ OK THAT’S IT, I AM GOING TO SHOW YOU THAT THIS LITTLE ANT CAN WHIP SOME BIG WORM.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “HEY LOOK, &amp;nbsp;HE’S GONE NOW, I SCARED HIM OFF. &amp;nbsp;Cole, WOULN’T YOU LIKE TO CATCH HIM? I WOULD. WILL DAD LET ME OUTSIDE? I THINK HE WILL. I HOPE HE WILL”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “ Bart,Let’s get those treats you told me about”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “OK, Where did I say Mom was? Oh yeah, in the kitchen.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Hey there is the door, maybe we can go out and look for that Deer.” “Why are you sitting at the table?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “ I want that treat, and Dad usually gives me something good when I behave like this and not jump around like a lunatic. I don’t mean to cast aspersions but you are quite hyperactive and run around like that kid Catcher looking for chocolate.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Cole you big dummy, Mom isn’t even in here so you won’t get any treat.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “ If you don’t stop acting like some wild animal Mom will put you on that thing&amp;nbsp; that makes you run but you don’t go anywhere”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “Well I think I will just lay down and rest now.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart “Well I’m going to run and find Mom or Dad. I’ll let you know when I locate them. I’ll call out to you and you can come but I’m not going to sit still when there are many things we don’t know. Once Mom and Dad go into their reading &amp;amp; snoozing chairs we can rest but until then the search and actions for attention are on”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cole “Whatever.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-dogs-continuing-saga-of-exciting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUPUq-Ck_5t7ugRHhDPQUzT9BQ8TKi87KHCSqma5gGvj4tR8_R1hY5sCDhsfSfKFc8NEV3VLHKn_2aA64XZTyNPcySdV6qewfFBn48I-f6eC_EEtBZzhkHjXTzygQbhw2xQZS6BCGF-0/s72-c/DSCF1713.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-5003391828892635699</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T11:15:10.332-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bart</category><title>Becky and her &quot;Bumpus Dog&quot; Experience</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;In true Thanksgiving Spirit Becky experienced her personal &amp;nbsp;version of that great scene from A Christmas Story where the Bumpus’ dogs steal the turkey. Following Thanksgiving dinner, and prior to the annual viewing of “A Christmas Story”, Becky was enjoying the fruit of her labor from the wonderful Thanksgiving feast while comfortably seated , just off the kitchen, in the den. &amp;nbsp;She was watching&amp;nbsp; her grandchildren busily making Thanksgiving bags while feasting on the very best part of the bird that had saved for her special enjoyment. It was the beautifully browned caramelized&amp;nbsp; Turkey wing. She sat with each hand holding an end of the wing, like she was about to delicately eat corn on the cob and slowly savor the deliciousness of each bite. &amp;nbsp;This was to be a well deserved reward for all her culinary production.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Bart, our adopted stray, sat nearby looking like the street urchin dog from his previous life before we welcomed him into our home two years ago. Since Bart is a Beagle, he has some traits that are just inbred &amp;nbsp;parts of his personality that we accept and understand as Bart being Bart. He proudly announces the presence of any moving object to come within sight or hearing&amp;nbsp; range and will alert the entire neighborhood that he has spotted the enemy which is usually in the form of a car, a deer, a person walking. He also will snatch food left unattended or held at low levels by one of the many grandchildren who have learned to eat at the table and not leave food unguarded. The sight of that Turkey wing must have been overpowering because any sense of decorum or behavioral restraint that he had learned was quickly discarded as Bart jumped like an attacking Warg-wolf, ridden by the evil Orcs, from Lord of the Rings and locked his teeth onto the wing. He was able to perfectly clench his jaws between Becky’s hands on the now disputed prize.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;A great battle ensued for this treasure with neither opponent willing to give an inch. Each combatant held fast while the great tug of war intensified. With all their might each tried to pull the tasty treat away from their foe. Like two great gladiator’s locked in a death match they fought on.&amp;nbsp; Their wills and strength were equal and the Turkey Wing was suspended between their straining bodies . They stared into each other’s eyes &amp;nbsp;as if the threat of death could be visually&amp;nbsp; conveyed, the spectators like the crowds at the Roman Coliseum were mesmerized by the classic conflict. Simultaneously we all cheered for our champion, Becky, to emerge victorious with shouts of advice. Finally she exclaimed, in frustration with a brilliant, although not legal in the truest sense of gladiator conduct, for Tom to hit Bart on the head which she hoped would startle him to release his vice like grip. This maneuver worked as intended and the startled Bart flinched which allowed Becky to quickly stand up still gripping her prize between her hands. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Her smirk of satisfied victory chilled the air and as if to gloat further over her vanquished foe as she finished eating her cherished delicacy while the humiliated Bart sloutched off searching for weaker victims with low hanging food stuff while still pondering the treat that got away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It was a riotous moment for the cheering throngs who celebrated a victory over the usual champion “Bumpus dog” Bart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWC8oAzUrPW5UBuzVyxiB3whHgltykXNilZp0KCRtIbmR06eb6hTEZXDFO6maCcPba6x1q5m2YvtAsnm2eAkHuoEH83Lq_mAKSAwy5xUHYxTjYO30JuGouY-Nq3TZVtDpk56CM2ipuXM/s1600/DSCF0061.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWC8oAzUrPW5UBuzVyxiB3whHgltykXNilZp0KCRtIbmR06eb6hTEZXDFO6maCcPba6x1q5m2YvtAsnm2eAkHuoEH83Lq_mAKSAwy5xUHYxTjYO30JuGouY-Nq3TZVtDpk56CM2ipuXM/s320/DSCF0061.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2011/12/becky-and-her-bumpus-dog-experience.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWC8oAzUrPW5UBuzVyxiB3whHgltykXNilZp0KCRtIbmR06eb6hTEZXDFO6maCcPba6x1q5m2YvtAsnm2eAkHuoEH83Lq_mAKSAwy5xUHYxTjYO30JuGouY-Nq3TZVtDpk56CM2ipuXM/s72-c/DSCF0061.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-7762002739882215885</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-23T12:05:54.296-08:00</atom:updated><title>Things I learned from my dog Cole</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Things my Dog Cole has taught me:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Never pass up an opportunity for a nap&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If you see another dog chewing on something it is probably very tasty so grab it and run&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When you sit, wag tail, stick out your tongue, so you look cute and good things happen even it is just a pat on the head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Anyone will rub your belly if you roll on your back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;People who smell bad are usually bad people &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Begging works&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Strange dogs can’t be trusted until they pass the sniff test&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When a door is shut- keep scratching until someone opens it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;When someone is mad at you do something cute to make them laugh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;All food at low levels is yours&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Eat fast so they think you need more food&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If it moves- chase it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Annoying barking works to get your way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Before going outside be prepared by drinking all available water&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Sit on the laps of those who feed you know matter how big you are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Never trust a cat, they are sneaks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Licking oneself is embarrassing but better than not licking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Couches are made for jumping, sleeping, and looking out windows&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Never go out in the rain, you will smell &amp;nbsp;bad be constant shaking still won’t get you dry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Don’t step in it and if you do just pretend you don’t know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;All deer are evil and deserve to be killed, same for squirrels, moles, actually too many things to list&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Never look up when eating since someone will steal your food&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Be certain they are saying tutor and not neuter when going in car&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If you can, run fast, and never look back or stop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Wind in one’s face feels better than almost anything &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If it itches scratch it, if it still itches keep scratching until it bleeds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If you kill it, shake it until it falls apart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Everyone hates a wet nose on cold days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;White Snow only hides lots of doggie doo but it never goes away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If it runs from you chase it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Tails always involuntarily &amp;nbsp;reveal how you feel &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Always be someone’s best friend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-i-learned-from-my-dog-cole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgry5b5TtdozUtD2bDvvx86QD2u0N0hyphenhyphenVz3wAL0BiJTyyZk2yj6nGVopApcEvhyphenhyphenpEhZN8nA4aHqq1R1egUlHpwoIDsyGvqhAFqZb6DMBKeLJLWSH5czn4o60GR6rX7shCacQ71Au_2az5w/s72-c/DSCF0081.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-1745399219718544664</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-21T13:36:02.460-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tom Sawyer and his dog- Cole</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Algerian; font-size: 20.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Tom Sawyer and his dog - Cole&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I was very reluctant to adopt another pet yet I understood my wife’s need for a small dog after the passing of her favorite pet, a small Welch Corgi named Biscuit, so I agreed to take her to a rescue and look at a Miniature Schnauzer puppy. We drove for over an hour into small town America to arrive at a residence that looked quite worn, as many small town dwellings appear. Two guys who ,from their appearance, could have been on parole, led us into the “living room” which was lined with cages from floor to ceiling with puppies that they said they had rescued and for a small fee we could help save a discarded animal. We had come to see a liter of seven miniature Schnauzers that were advertised on line. Our intent was to take home a little female. Certainly we had great apprehension based on the surroundings but once the cage was open and the puppies ran out our decision was affirmed and it was only a matter of which female we would take home. They were all so cute but one ran over to me immediately and reminiscent to how we got our first puppy for Jeremiah when he was only three the one that jumped up in his lap and licked his face which was obviously the one that would be selected. At that time he said “this one is pokie” so the name stuck and we had a wonderful pet. The brother of the, cute but somewhat shy, girls jumped up in my lap and would not stop playing his puppy games with me so he actually chose me and we both willingly took him home to become part of the family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We surveyed our children and Grandchildren for a name and the mutually agreed upon his name of Cole (Coal) since he was all black with a few small strands of Schnauzer gray starting to emerge. He became part of the family and grew on us as his body grew, and grew, and grew. He just kept on growing. Soon we realized that he could not be a miniature Schnauzer but some type of mixed breed. We bought larger dog cages , three times, as he kept growing. The veterinarian thought that he was part black Labrador retriever. He also resembles a black Labra-doodle. His appearance now reminds many of an Irish Wolfhound and from what I have read and the images that I have seen it does appear to me that this may indeed be his heritage. So I have concluded that he is a great big Schnazadore&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;wolf hound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Whatever his lineage, he a big lovable, clumsy, friendly, endearing lump of a dog. He has become my very best friend. He is not a pet but a true companion.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;His appearance reminds one of Clifford the Big Red Dog except he is Cole the big black dog. He has those long floppy ears that fly up in the air when he runs down the stairs to go outdoors. His long tail bends skyward when he is happy, which is most of the time,&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and it knocks things off shelves as he whirls his long body around in one of his many excitable moments. His tail becomes an inadvertent weapon much like an uncontrollable&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Indiana Jones’ bullwhip or the tail of an alligator lashing at things with a mighty force.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cole’s paws are huge and sometimes when he is sleeping next to me he puts his leg over my head and it feels as if someone just punched me. When he stands on his two legs, which he does when he wishes to see over something or when chasing a bug as he will rise up on his back legs to extend his range and snag that flying insect, he looks like The Biggest Bear and stands over almost 6 feet tall. If he hasn’t seen me in awhile he will stand up on his hind legs, put his front paws on my shoulders and plant a big wet Cole kiss on my face. Cole has a big shaggy beard that serves to collect much water when he drinks that he drips everywhere he lumbers. It also can collect grass, dust, burrs and an assortment of small particles that require some attention. Cole’s face has the appearance of inquisitiveness as if he is in a constant state of “ wondering what is going on”.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He perpetually has that quizzical look on his face. He looks quite happy with his floppy ears, big black sad eyes and always present pink tongue either slightly protruding or side- hanging after a long walk or time of great excitement. Cole gets very excited to the point of frenzy whenever something “big” is going on like the presence of another dog or an outing in the car. Coles bark resembles some distant ancestral warning to large threatening mammals to beware. This deep toned foreboding cry now frightens most every mammal from visitors to big deer or innocent FedEx deliverymen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Another endearing trait is his discovering, during his first Christmas season as part of the family, that rather than just whine at the door to go out he could take his huge paws and swipe at the long string of sleigh bells&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;that hung from the door handle, like a cat swipes at dangling string, and we would hear the loud clanging in any room and immediately take him outside. This started as a positive method for his daily “business” ,so we still have the sleigh bells hanging, but it has evolved into a practice so he can go outside to see what is going on, sniff around or just loiter on the lawn. He goes to the door, vigorously slaps with his large paw the bells, and turns his head to look for us with those big sad eyes which hide his real intent for going outside. His brother, Bart the Beagle, has also learned that when the bells ring he should stay close to Cole so he could also enjoy the outdoors. As intelligent that Bart is, and as adept he is using his paws to manipulate many food items from in the center of the kitchen island to within his Beagle mouth to snatch and devour, he still has not learned how to ring the bell. Since his body began growing, Cole’s awkwardness has taken on many dimensions one of which how he lays down to rest. He does not slowly lower his long legs or curl his front legs under his body but rather he just collapses into one big lump. Usually this is accompanied by what visitors think is something crashing on the floor with a great thud. He then sprawls his entire body out in complete relaxation n mode and instantly falls into a dreamy sleep. Anyone hearing this body collapse is startled and is much surprised upon discovering that it is merely Cole reclining to rest. When he is excited Cole will jump high like a bounding lion leaping after prey or a gazelle jumping onto our bed. He also will run like some cat on the African Plain with his front legs in unison stretching forward then being tucked so as to gain optimal speed. Cole does not curl up like most dogs often but will always use the opportunity to claim my chair or Becky’s couch if vacant. This is one of the rare times that he will tuck his legs underneath his body but as he insists on laying his head on the arm rest which gives the appearance of someone reclining on a sofa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cole has become much like my shadow around the house always following me from room to room even if that requires him rising and collapsing frequently. Often he will just come up to me, put his big hairy face in front of mine and begin to give me a big Cole kiss which involves vigorous licking of one’s face and head.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cole has just become part of my life as I frequently find myself speaking to him and he always listens but maintains his puzzled look as if wishing deeper explanation of what I have just communicated. He is most endearing when he knows that it is time to eat and he patiently sits by his food dish with his large front paws and legs extended and his hind quarters resting on the ground. He sits about 4 feet tall in this position and appears like a good child waiting for candy. Cole loves all children in excess. When they arrive he greets them like a shipwrecked man would greet his rescuers with never-ending doggie hugs and kisses. Cole’s great enthusiasm for their arrival usually creates much havoc since his body just flies everywhere&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;knocking about kids, people, furniture and anything not anchored . It becomes a momentary “lumbering frenzy” of excitement. If I am gone for more than a few moments he treats me like I he has found a long lost companion and I must admit that I share his feelings of affection after a brief absence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLM7kO55axi3TEEYzFFfSdI85fq7Vvwtgetmv22lladLb5UUM6jsL5iWxgHSpksr3XbvMA01_3KhcX8Yg6a31Aj-sszXgpzuegKD3678s8La7viXJcK4sFij-OJ0rjAlriS24VVYBLR4/s1600/DSCF0081.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLM7kO55axi3TEEYzFFfSdI85fq7Vvwtgetmv22lladLb5UUM6jsL5iWxgHSpksr3XbvMA01_3KhcX8Yg6a31Aj-sszXgpzuegKD3678s8La7viXJcK4sFij-OJ0rjAlriS24VVYBLR4/s320/DSCF0081.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If reincarnation occurs then I am convinced that Tom Sawyer’s&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;best fictional childhood friend of adventures, Huck Finn, has returned in my dog Cole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2011/08/tom-sawyer-and-his-dog-cole_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLM7kO55axi3TEEYzFFfSdI85fq7Vvwtgetmv22lladLb5UUM6jsL5iWxgHSpksr3XbvMA01_3KhcX8Yg6a31Aj-sszXgpzuegKD3678s8La7viXJcK4sFij-OJ0rjAlriS24VVYBLR4/s72-c/DSCF0081.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-2936393461782020900</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-23T11:17:36.499-07:00</atom:updated><title>Things I packed ( for simple cabin vacation and the menu)</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Things I Packed:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;A Simple Cabin Vacation in Hocking Hills, Aug. 15-19, 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So I quickly packed only the basic necessities for a simple cabin retreat where one could experience the solitude and unity with nature deep in the woods. Preparing for Spontaneous Relaxation I packed:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 well used Tommy Hilfiger blue&amp;nbsp; backpack ,1 old beige Eddie Bauer fisherman’s sunhat, 1 Fuji digital camera with carrying case, 1 flip-video camera, 1 pair of Merrill hiking boots, 6 “short story” assorted&amp;nbsp; brands&amp;nbsp; Cigars plus &amp;nbsp;1 cutter, 1 tube of mosquito repellant ,1 large camping flashlight, 6 books of matches saved from various restaurants,&amp;nbsp; Sunday’s Cleveland Plain Dealer newspaper )to use as fire starter ),&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 unfinished leisure reading book ( Einstein 553 page biography),1 Ignatius Press Study Bible and 2 Bible Study workbooks, &amp;nbsp;1 collection of French Poetry, 1 house made personal inspirational notebook of favorite poems,&amp;nbsp; 3 ( prose, recipes, op eds) writing notebooks, 9 assorted writing pens, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 Kindle loaded with with3 partially read books (and all previously read k books), 1 loaded IPOD, 1 android phone, 1 Toshiba laptop, with cords and chargers for each,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;5 tee shirts, 3 casual cotton shirts, 3 pair casual shorts,2 “jammy bottoms” 1 swimming trunk, 1 pair of orange Crocs, 1 pair of sand &amp;nbsp;Zodiac slide sandals,1 pair of brown Clarke driving mocs, &amp;nbsp;6 pair of low white tennis socks, &amp;nbsp;6 boxer briefs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 bag of basic toiletry necessities&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;2-recipe books ( M.Bittman’s How to Cook Everything Vegetarian, Vja’s at Home), &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1-Food TV chef’s knife, 1 orange paring knife,1 &amp;nbsp;garlic press, &amp;nbsp;1 multi sided grater&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1-3.5 ounce jar of imported (by Fungus Among Us) whole&amp;nbsp; Black truffles,1 jar of Truffle Salt (also from Fungus Among Us)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 2.25pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;1 bottle La Grande Anne 1999 Bollinger champagne,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 large bundle of fresh herbs from our pots- &amp;nbsp;rosemary, marjoram, basil,&amp;nbsp; thyme, plus Heinen’s dill and parsley, and 4 lemons,3&amp;nbsp; garlic bulbs, 6 Vidalia onions, 1 large container of Mountain High Greek yogurt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 bottle of Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil, 1 bottle Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar, Ian’s Panko bread crumbs ,I bottle of&amp;nbsp; Ingelhoffer Stone Ground Mustard, 1 bottle&amp;nbsp; of Choula hot sauce, 1 packet of&amp;nbsp; bacon shred’s, 1 tub of Land O Lakes&amp;nbsp; soft sweet cream butter, 10 packets of Splenda, 1 house “powdered sugar” shaker&amp;nbsp; filled with&amp;nbsp; Kosher Salt, 1 small house container of Malden Salt, 1&amp;nbsp; regular grinding mill with Black pepper seeds, 1 bottle of Crushed Red Pepper Flakes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;18 organic eggs, &amp;nbsp;4 large &amp;nbsp;red bell peppers, 1 bag ( about 18 )of medium red and yellow peppers, 1 large bag of assembled fresh organic baby lettuces&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;4 hand cut( by Becky) beef filets, 2 pounds organic ground beef, 6 veal “dogs , 2 breaded baked organic chicken breasts&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;2 large regular cucumbers, 4 pounds fresh carrots, 4 ears sweet corn, 1 bunch celery, 4 farm fresh tomatoes, about 3 pounds of fresh green beans, turnips and baby Cauliflower&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;8 Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches, 1 bag of Rader Farms frozen mixed berries, 1 large watermelon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 dozen grape leaves,&amp;nbsp; 1 bag Riceworks Sweet Chili Veggie Natural Baked Chips, 1 box TLC &amp;nbsp;Kashi pita chips, 1 container of mixed nuts, 1 bag gourmet mixed kernels popping corn, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;8 cans of V8 juice, 36 8 oz bottles of Kirkland Spring water, &amp;nbsp;2 bottles of Paul Jaboulet Aine 2007 Parallele Cotes de Rhone wines, 5 bottles imported Horgaarden Belgium Wheat Beer , 24 can of Le Croix Lime Sparkling Water, 24 bags of Tazo China Green &amp;nbsp;Tips tea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;2 pounds Kirkland Sumatra ground coffee, 1 pint half and half, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;1 Tray with 7 day slots filled with daily vitamins and pills&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Accompanied by my wife, Becky, and my two best friends Cole &amp;amp; Bart and all of their things. We were very prepared for four days of simple cabin living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Evening&lt;/b&gt;-&amp;nbsp; Grilled veal dogs with onions and mustard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Fresh baby greens salad with red pepper, and sherry vinegar dressing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Fresh Corn on the Cob&amp;nbsp; grilled in the husk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Tomato, Cucumber, and Onion salad in Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Fresh Green Bean and Bacon salad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cotes De Rhone&amp;nbsp; Paul Jaboulet Aine 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Skinny Cow&amp;nbsp; Ice Cream Sandwich&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Morning- Onion and red pepper omelet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Roasted baby potatoes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Crispy fried pig’s head meat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Kirkland Sumatra fresh made coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mid Morning- Bowl of Rader Farms Mixed Berries, Mountain Top Yogurt and house made granola&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Glass of Iced Tazo China Green&amp;nbsp; Tips tea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Afternoon- Soft Scrambled egg with shaved black Truffles and a dusting of Truffle Salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Becky’s house salad of fresh baby greens, fennel, dill , scallions, red and yellow peppers, pine nuts with lemon and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil, Malden salt and fresh ground pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mid Day- Stuffed Grape leaves with yogurt, dill, &amp;amp; lemon sauce accompanied by TLC&amp;nbsp; Kashi pita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Evening- Grilled organic beef hamburger with red peppers, garlic, and parsley&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Fresh Con on the cob&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cabbage Slaw with Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Tomato, Cucumber, and Onion salad in Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Fresh Green Bean and Bacon salad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cotes De Rhone&amp;nbsp; Paul Jaboulet Aine 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Fresh cut seedless Watermelon cubes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Skinny Cow&amp;nbsp; Ice Cream Sandwich&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Post Evening - Horgaarden Belgium Wheat Beer / Cotes De Rhone&amp;nbsp; Paul Jaboulet Aine 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Morning-Fried Chicken breakfast sandwich and cheese with Choula Hot Sauce&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Bowl of Radar Farms Mixed Berries, Mountain Top Yogurt and house made granola&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Kirkland Sumatra fresh made coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Afternoon- Soft Scrambled egg with shaved black Truffles and a dusting of Truffle Salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Becky’s house salad of fresh baby greens, fennel, dill, scallions, red and yellow peppers, pine nuts &amp;nbsp;with lemon and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil, Malden salt and fresh ground pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mid Day- Stuffed Grape leaves with yogurt, dill, &amp;amp; lemon sauce accompanied by TLC&amp;nbsp; Kashi pita&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Glass of Iced Tazo China Green&amp;nbsp; Tips tea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Gourmet mixed kernels fresh popped Popcorn with Fungus Among Us Truffle Salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 2.25pt;&quot;&gt;Glass of &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;La Grande Anne 1999 Bollinger champagne,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Evening- Grilled filet with Fungus Among Us Truffle Salt and fresh ground pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Braised carrots and Cauliflower with Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar glaze and roasted garlic&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Roasted Baby Potatoes with Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil and Fungus Among Us Truffle Salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Tomato, Cucumber and Onion in Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil&amp;nbsp; salad, Malden salt and fresh ground pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 2.25pt;&quot;&gt;La Grande Anne 1999 Bollinger champagne,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Seedless Watermelon Cubes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Skinny Cow&amp;nbsp; Ice Cream Sandwich&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Morning- Skillet Fried Chickpea Fritters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Bowl of Rader Farms Mixed Berries, Mountain Top Yogurt and house made granola&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Kirkland Sumatra fresh made coffee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mid Morning- Glass of Iced Tazo China Green Tips tea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Afternoon- Soft Scrambled egg with shaved black Fungus Among Us truffles and a dusting of Truffle Salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Becky’s house salad of fresh baby greens, fennel, dill, scallions, pine nuts, with lemon and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil, Malden salt and fresh ground pepper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Seedless Watermelon Cubes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cotes De Rhone&amp;nbsp; Paul Jaboulet Aine 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mid Afternoon- Horgaarden Belgium Wheat Beer&amp;nbsp; / Cotes De Rhone&amp;nbsp; Paul Jaboulet Aine 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mixed kernel Gourmet popping corn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ48LE9A5ZB_rvcaOySxeydrim7FuChlQqFbzcqipOpWlV_u3Kc3gYJ1kmuIogi3Ra1-GURENnnOaE5rEimky1R_RkAsDWjUDiQ5O7GdLyAEzj_3xNsacU5nFrweQlCHd7vQ-9KkgoLSE/s1600/DSCF0179.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ48LE9A5ZB_rvcaOySxeydrim7FuChlQqFbzcqipOpWlV_u3Kc3gYJ1kmuIogi3Ra1-GURENnnOaE5rEimky1R_RkAsDWjUDiQ5O7GdLyAEzj_3xNsacU5nFrweQlCHd7vQ-9KkgoLSE/s320/DSCF0179.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Evening- Grilled organic beef hamburger with red peppers, garlic, and parsley&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cabbage Slaw with Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar and Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Braised baby multi colored carrots and baby turnips with Columelo Spanish Sherry Vinegar glaze and roasted garlic cloves&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Roasted Baby Potatoes with Tasso First Cold pressed Greek Olive Oil and Fungus Among Us Truffle Salt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cotes De Rhone&amp;nbsp; Paul Jaboulet Aine 2007&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Skinny Cow&amp;nbsp; Ice Cream Sandwich&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-i-packed-for-simple-cabin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKKZmc-K9ovYKQHfsfmfV6TMtoLF5SOZYF6Zr-Xkt01gJxiGqvA38kvdwnEapMsdtp-7QBHkLJxEZI8tTnNJWby0h0OuU53fvCpkLSHMGv5ZwgugzQGvL8Mu8bsBh2k1_oUOCPanlEHk8/s72-c/DSCF0092.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-1813599605922104918</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 18:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-21T13:26:45.887-07:00</atom:updated><title>When Eggs with Truffles Arrive at Table</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 22pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;When Eggs with Truffles Arrive at Table&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;There exists a culinary tradition that has developed over the centuries to allow a dining participant the opportunity to receive the maximum enjoyment of this extraordinary peak experience. To participate fully and indulge in the world’s most intense sensory event one must follow time honed and perfected process. Every sense, at a heightened level, is continually involved in this, the ultimate culinary moment. The pace required must be extremely slow and exquisitely deliberate, almost to the point of motionlessness. One must be prepared to gracefully and consciously allow a harmonious flow of all the elements associated with consuming Truffled eggs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;One is to be seated in quiet anticipation. The aroma announces the pageant’s start as the fragrance &amp;nbsp;permeates the air while the treasure is carefully brought &amp;nbsp;to the table in a slow paced procession . The extreme muskiness that exudes from the plate, almost visible, as it engulfs one’s very being, in a fragrance like no other and the recipient is taken to a special sensory place reserved for the culinary gods. It is life, the earth, wholesomeness, nature’s purity, all in one scent that becomes &amp;nbsp;overwhelming and uniquely intoxicating. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;As the plate is placed in front of the guest it is not just customary ,or required but like the earth’s magnetic pull, an inexplicable force draws one’s face close to the plate until almost coming in contact with the small culinary jewels of shaved truffles. One breaths deep, as if preparing to hold in the air before an underwater plunge, which is also analogous to breathing in the scent of a women’s fragrance on the first night when one fell in love. It becomes like a fog engulfing everything and becoming lost in the mist that hides all else from one’s view. One is devoted only to absorbing every delicate waft and drift of aroma. A great pause naturally occurs before the next symphonic movement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7kx_528AxZZALS-dLTwCsIRRMBZotAsDKSkDJkA2_cyFyhfm4C_6hDFGDRibWm_Oqo76nmqrfJEDDp5DD3Azwlq2hpAe3h3XjnXVW1A9aSulgUrF6UgD23dPF_62SBKZGEuUV49LuQU/s1600/DSCF0088.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7kx_528AxZZALS-dLTwCsIRRMBZotAsDKSkDJkA2_cyFyhfm4C_6hDFGDRibWm_Oqo76nmqrfJEDDp5DD3Azwlq2hpAe3h3XjnXVW1A9aSulgUrF6UgD23dPF_62SBKZGEuUV49LuQU/s320/DSCF0088.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Next the fork, ever so carefully, gently scoops, as if lifting a baby asleep so as not to disturb , a small portion with one truffle shaving or a few small pieces of treasure onto the fork.&amp;nbsp; Anticipating the elegance of this taste, one guides the fork into the slightly open mouth as if waiting for a kiss from one’s beloved , lips parted slightly, awaiting the delicate taste of bliss. As the fork is deliberately inserted&amp;nbsp; in the waiting opening, the lips close. As if experiencing the sense of taste the first time the entire body explodes in delight. After the utensil has been inserted it is slowly withdrawn between moist lips while a taste of purity intensifies in one’s mouth. Soft, perfectly cooked egg seems to melt upon the tongue along with the incredible taste of truffle. Like gelato eaten in Florence, on a warm Italian night, that is absorbed in one’s body, all of one’s being is infected with a sensory intensity that imparts a harmony with life. A long and lingering pause, for reflection and indulgence of what has transpired, is taken. Evoking a feeling of momentary ecstasy. Like lovers having just shared a moment of bliss the experience is savored. These steps are meticulously repeated in a slow, methodical manner until all has been consumed. Then a final gesture of reverence is observed as one lovingly traces a finger across the plate to gather all stray elements and one last touch upon the tongue is performed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-eggs-with-truffles-arrive-at-table.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7kx_528AxZZALS-dLTwCsIRRMBZotAsDKSkDJkA2_cyFyhfm4C_6hDFGDRibWm_Oqo76nmqrfJEDDp5DD3Azwlq2hpAe3h3XjnXVW1A9aSulgUrF6UgD23dPF_62SBKZGEuUV49LuQU/s72-c/DSCF0088.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-6830532012297424837</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T06:58:01.666-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Chef&#39;s Mom: Becky&#39;s Saturday Iron Chef Kitchen Battle</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpb4NEtqXrFjaC2kKfl1DbjaF7r-XzEG4XYpMP0EWjflqbCKFXE0Zn1ZN_gii8fVgVjypIPOMQpN1CQbzaadIERpUDfsCuKfM4CWr7bvcHJWGrMgX3GiIK_5AsgeJXkqO6m2eyE3o9CgM/s1600-h/DSCN0603.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpb4NEtqXrFjaC2kKfl1DbjaF7r-XzEG4XYpMP0EWjflqbCKFXE0Zn1ZN_gii8fVgVjypIPOMQpN1CQbzaadIERpUDfsCuKfM4CWr7bvcHJWGrMgX3GiIK_5AsgeJXkqO6m2eyE3o9CgM/s320/DSCN0603.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a unique bond and similarity between all chef’s  mothers.  They are most likely one of the major influences and early instructors of so many great chefs.  Chef’s  begin learning, what becomes their  trade, at an early age and usually are encouraged to experiment, cook, create, and love the art of cooking. Once accomplished in the profession, their Mothers usually assume a prestigious role in the chef’s life and restaurant as a sort of elevated kitchen guru and honored visitor. Many times their Mom’s recipes from home become adopted as menu staples or inspirations for wonderful  new dishes. Respect is bestowed upon these Mother’s as culinary teachers, which distinguishes  this group of women, from most other mothers, as a role model in their son’s ( or daughter’s) career. Certainly Fathers, who are chefs or who do  a lot cooking, have achieved this same distinction but that is not as well documented as this Mother and Son special bond.&lt;br /&gt;
Becky Sawyer, who is Chef Jonathon Sawyer’s Mother , has an additional and somewhat different role. Every Saturday, before leaving the house to go to The Greenhouse Tavern, she dons a chef jacket and wraps her hair under a bandana, checks to see that her set of personal knives are in the car and journey’s the restaurant. She is not going to advise the kitchen staff, critique new dishes or even cook along side the others chefs.  She is going to create and to conduct a personal  kitchen battle. This battle is not against any competitor but against her own standards and the pressure to produce a culinary delightful and unique meal for the staff of critical foodie experts. This activity was never  planned but just began on a whim and grew into a much anticipated weekly feature. It is the Family Meal prepared entirely by the Chef’s Mom. It is like a made for TV extravaganza. The Chef’s Mom usually arrives between 1 and 2pm and must feed 15-25 people before the restaurant opens at 5. That requires the meal to be completely served by 4pm so that while eating the staff  can review the specials and details of the menu and spirit offerings for the evenings dinner service. Usually there is no advance notice of what remnants need to be utilized or what is in surplus for this meal. Chef Sawyers’ Mom is armed for battle with her extensive experience, sharp knives, and a creative spirit.  She arrives and survey’s what  bits and pieces must be used and starts chopping while creating the meal in her head as she cuts and slices what is available. Further complicating the task is a vegan\vegetarian meal must also be prepared for those who do not eat meat. Rather than fearing or becoming annoyed, at the prospect of preparing, this usually 5 dish meal, she delights in the excitement of a culinary challenge. The other twist is that she must (a self imposed rule) make something completely different than the foods served in the restaurant. This is frequently accomplished by varying the cuisine from Indian to Asian. Mediterranean,  Mexican,  or some type of fusion.  In 2- 3 hours she has prepared a meal that everyone looks forward to eating and these Family Meals have become a much anticipated weekly favorite in the culture of The Greenhouse Tavern.  The dishes are never the same and by all reviews have achieved a cult status for excellence and diversity.&lt;br /&gt;
It has been written that one of the factors making award winning chef Jonathon Sawyer successful is his constant tinkering with and constant changes to his menu .He always produces classically inspired dishes with local ingredients that exceed expectations. Creativity is his hallmark and certainly it is clear that Mother and son share many of the same cooking skills and attributes as well as a love of culinary challenges.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2010/02/chefs-mom-beckys-saturday-iron-chef.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpb4NEtqXrFjaC2kKfl1DbjaF7r-XzEG4XYpMP0EWjflqbCKFXE0Zn1ZN_gii8fVgVjypIPOMQpN1CQbzaadIERpUDfsCuKfM4CWr7bvcHJWGrMgX3GiIK_5AsgeJXkqO6m2eyE3o9CgM/s72-c/DSCN0603.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-3971538706833584254</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T06:32:02.045-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jake</category><title>Jake: At the Greatest Age</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBD1iNVY1gGcy81UjoEwOy3j7S_IBICVGOkutZCw8XwHj0UlGqbiMjg2Sy-gmtNDSRv8IhsNhzLxtASMIJ8zmn2LuWnJN0jST9lGkn3BJDEMd6bQXEu7g50BIx_wg9XsYzweJYvQ_JAAk/s1600-h/Jake+%2827%29.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBD1iNVY1gGcy81UjoEwOy3j7S_IBICVGOkutZCw8XwHj0UlGqbiMjg2Sy-gmtNDSRv8IhsNhzLxtASMIJ8zmn2LuWnJN0jST9lGkn3BJDEMd6bQXEu7g50BIx_wg9XsYzweJYvQ_JAAk/s320/Jake+%2827%29.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Greatest Age for Boys: Jake, the oldest grandchild, at eleven&lt;br /&gt;
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I have always said that my favorite age for boys is from 8 until sometime in the 12 - 13 year old range. This is a time when boys are really discovering themselves, their personalities are somewhat developed, a sense of humor is being refined, yet their childhood curiosity and affection is still very much present. &lt;br /&gt;
They are inquisitive, opinionated, and cute all at the same time. Life is full of discovery, fun, while they are experiencing the pure joy of living. Being with them allows a parent (or grandparent) to share the unspoiled happiness and wonderment of life.  Although each child ( or  grandchild) is exceptional  in their own unique way there is always something special  about the first. The oldest reaches life’s stages first, and is the natural leader of the pack that follows.&lt;br /&gt;
Jake is my oldest grandchild and he is in the “Greatest Age for a Boy”. It is a very special time for me.  He has always been a terrific child and has brought an entirely new fulfillment to my life. One of the most wonderful times of my adult life was a two day trip that I took to Niagara Falls with Jake. We did all the tourist activities, took thousands of great photos, and just had the grandest of times being together. Two friends.  It was one of those perfect moments in life that when they occur you wish to freeze in one’s memory so you can savor the feelings forever. We also had similar feelings and experiences of joy when we went to take photos of Cleveland and visit the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for a “Special Day with Papa and Jake” gift that I was given for my birthday. It was the greatest gift that anyone could give me. One on one time, just being together( I did receive the same from his two brothers but those are chapters in their story’s).&lt;br /&gt;
Jake has been the most well behaved, serious, studious, yet so full of humor and wonderful curiosity and analysis of all the contradictions in life. He has always been able to make accurate and detailed observations about news, people, and ask probing questions concerning why and how things are the way they are. Many of these deep thoughts are unanswerable yet he will persist until satisfied. Typical “Jake” is a term that we use for his or anyone’s serious approach to life and how to examine the meaning of everything in order to point out the overlooked aspects or contradictions.&lt;br /&gt;
Since early childhood Jake has practiced following his parents rules and limits. I remember once when we were together and I offered him a piece of gum and he replied, as a matter of fact,  “my Mom doesn’t let me chew gum (a chapter in Mom Michelle’s story)” and proceeded to explain why she didn’t allow gum chewing at that age. So “Jake” . I believe all ( Grace may be the exception) other grandchildren would jump at the chance to have gum or candy and some ( one for sure) would just say “sure, but don’t tell my Mom”.&lt;br /&gt;
We have always shared the humor of great commercials and silly claims by advertisers and this has been a continual topic that has brought us much delight. He doesn’t watch TV much but certainly remembers all the commercials and shares his great insights with me about each. The contradictions, untruths, and humor in life will always be shared between us. Typical of this is the previous post on this blog that Jake and I wrote about the new cell phone ban. We had a great time listing all of the things that should be outlawed.&lt;br /&gt;
Since he was small, Jake has been a very self demanding, perfectionist and very hard working person. Less than perfect equates to failure and he strives for perfectness in everything. This has made him very successful in the sports in which he participates. He out works and out thinks most other kids along with his natural talent. It is frustrating sometimes because he expects no errors and anything less disappoints him. &lt;br /&gt;
A typical Jake is currently occurring. Each person in his 6th grade class was to select a topic  of  their choice for a report and speech. Other children selected sports or Olympic heroes, sports teams, Presidents, etc. Jake chose “The Vietnam War” because he wanted to learn all about the war.  So “Jake”.&lt;br /&gt;
Jake&#39;s guitar is his special personal  activity and his special talent. He is so disciplined that he takes his ginormous dog, Jack, with him up to his room and will play his guitar for hours. His love of dogs, music, studies, and his family is one of things that make him so special.&lt;br /&gt;
Jake is the oldest of the cousins and every other cousin, brother and sister look up to him as the role model. He gladly accepts this role and is kind and most unselfish to each child in the family. Jake mixes with the youngest or the grandparents just as easily so he is in high demand at gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;
Jake recently was awarded the “Pride of North Royalton” as a role model student. This significant recognition was given by his teachers who chose the student in 6th grade best exemplifying the qualities of a role model. He also earned the “Bear” award for a 4.0 GPA which all have come to expect from him.&lt;br /&gt;
Jake wins the “Pride of my life” award from me.&lt;br /&gt;
All this and he is just simply a great kid, a true friend, and someone who shares so many interests with his Papa. It is the greatest age for Jake and the greatest time in my life.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2010/02/jake-at-greatest-age.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBD1iNVY1gGcy81UjoEwOy3j7S_IBICVGOkutZCw8XwHj0UlGqbiMjg2Sy-gmtNDSRv8IhsNhzLxtASMIJ8zmn2LuWnJN0jST9lGkn3BJDEMd6bQXEu7g50BIx_wg9XsYzweJYvQ_JAAk/s72-c/Jake+%2827%29.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-6444054273251799287</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T10:22:17.566-08:00</atom:updated><title>Cell Phones</title><description>North Royalton  follows other cities with brilliant cell phone while driving ban:&lt;br /&gt;
After the recent report about the man who caused an accident not because of  talking on a cell phone but by eating chili while driving so I thought it best to have legislation introduced that will be sure to eliminate any doubts about what is legal and what is the law so we all can be 100% accident free. I have compiled an extensive list that should bring great clarity to this most difficult dilemma. Under my proposal it would be illegal to:&lt;br /&gt;
Eat chili while driving but hot dogs (no condiments since those could spill on pants causing great distractions)&lt;br /&gt;
Referring to paper maps but changing Garmon criteria would still be legal&lt;br /&gt;
Eating Soups of any kind but popcorn would certainly be legal&lt;br /&gt;
Putting on mascara yet allowing lipstick to be applied&lt;br /&gt;
Dining on Chinese except for egg rolls ( dipping sauce free), sticky rice and crab ragoon&lt;br /&gt;
Appling nail ( finger or toe) polish while allowing for &lt;br /&gt;
Tying ties would be illegal but straightening hats would be legal&lt;br /&gt;
Drinking hot chocolate ( because it is always scaldingly hot) but coffee permitted since hot temperatures are illegal after the great McDonalds lawsuit.&lt;br /&gt;
Chocolate candy that has reached 40 degrees or above ( begins to melt) except for M&amp;Ms and Junior Mints &lt;br /&gt;
Allowing dogs to sit on drivers lap, or drive,  but one hand head petting allowed as well as dog nose sticking out of passenger window not to exceed 4 ½ inches from car&lt;br /&gt;
Shaving except for battery operated razors that do not exceed the noise level ( refer to Horn Beeps)&lt;br /&gt;
Removing any clothing (jackets, pants…) except for sunglasses, hats, fake moustaches and toupees. &lt;br /&gt;
Putting on any clothing (jackets, pants…) except for sunglasses, hats, fake moustaches and toupees. &lt;br /&gt;
Playing of Monopoly, Sorry or Backgammon but bingo is always legal&lt;br /&gt;
Jelly filled doughnuts but all glazed varieties are acceptable&lt;br /&gt;
Clipping nails ( toes or fingers) while permitting one handed  tissue free( see below) nose picking&lt;br /&gt;
Tissue use for anything but using fingers and forearms legal&lt;br /&gt;
Mooning while driving would be illegal but the bird is always permitted except in school zones&lt;br /&gt;
Gawking at beautiful women ( or men) walking but allowing non distracting smiles&lt;br /&gt;
Bubble blowing using any instruments but gum bubbles not exceeding 8.5 inch diameter is legal&lt;br /&gt;
Horn beeps lasting more than 1.5 seconds or voices raised above 80dB&lt;br /&gt;
We had been just using the inadequate current reckless driving laws but since we have begun the process of a specification of offenses, by banning cell phone use , we must be of low level intelligence and require detailed government laws to protect us from ourselves. The Chinese do this most successfully and we are determined to catch up to our communist brothers and sisters.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2010/02/cell-phones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-6340889599712737765</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-17T11:26:25.903-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Favorite Thigs</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Sqg8AlIxbZMc5P4JoDi9-CLbkllwwPaT1_ktdP0FbBTcH7barFIVKhiuh8nQqDuzEl4KaLRjwINIxszQQLw_OwFTFPQ7vI7UA-LO_Y_zELkMIxEzbUA3m9SdiWSgPiVphBRrANFFAeU/s1600-h/DSCN0757.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Sqg8AlIxbZMc5P4JoDi9-CLbkllwwPaT1_ktdP0FbBTcH7barFIVKhiuh8nQqDuzEl4KaLRjwINIxszQQLw_OwFTFPQ7vI7UA-LO_Y_zELkMIxEzbUA3m9SdiWSgPiVphBRrANFFAeU/s320/DSCN0757.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;One of the great things about being a Grandfather is all of the opportunities that you have for those perfect life moments. Where you could live forever. A special place that hope to keep alive in your heart always. There are so many very simple joys that are perfect. Today while trying to cheer up a sick Catcher, as well as Louisiana,we did one of their favorite things which is to sing along (youtube) to the Sound of Music songs. It is Catcher&#39;s favorite (yes even above Star Wars). It was one of those perfect moments, although brief due to his being so tired but wonderfully cuddly. As we sang &quot;A few of my favorite things&quot; we started to discuss our favorite things, perfect moments in my life, so I decided to list just a few of them to the music and we had a great time singing my words to the tune. I want to publish my extensive list of Perfect Moments in a latter post but for now, here are words toh that great tune.&lt;br /&gt;
cute runny noses Hope playing babies&lt;br /&gt;
LuLu’s  soft smiles And just acting so crazy&lt;br /&gt;
little girl poses boys hiking in Spring&lt;br /&gt;
these are a few of my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
fun Catchy sayings conversing with Ellie&lt;br /&gt;
Grace reading books Or tickling soft bellies&lt;br /&gt;
dressing in style And song  singing silly’s&lt;br /&gt;
these are a few of my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when the dog pees &lt;br /&gt;
when the crabbiess sting &lt;br /&gt;
when I&#39;m feeling sad &lt;br /&gt;
I simply remember my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
and then I don&#39;t feel so bad &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Luke playing round balls And girls in hip dresses&lt;br /&gt;
board gaming  Nate Or cleaning up messes&lt;br /&gt;
Jake taking photos And acting like kings&lt;br /&gt;
these are a few of my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
needing their Grammy Or calling me Pa&lt;br /&gt;
questions from Jake about things that we saw&lt;br /&gt;
Telling fun stories  that don&#39;t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;
these are a few of my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when the dog pees &lt;br /&gt;
when the crabbies sting &lt;br /&gt;
when I&#39;m feeling sad &lt;br /&gt;
I simply remember my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
and then I don&#39;t feel so bad &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
jokes made for laughing And holding kids tightly&lt;br /&gt;
making up rhymes And moonbeams nightly&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas light viewing guitar playing strings&lt;br /&gt;
these are a few of my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
girls with their dollies boys playing guys&lt;br /&gt;
bundles of snuggles And little bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;
napping with Papa or pushing the swing&lt;br /&gt;
these are a few of my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
when the dog pees &lt;br /&gt;
when the crabbies sting &lt;br /&gt;
when I&#39;m feeling sad &lt;br /&gt;
I simply remember my favorite things &lt;br /&gt;
and then I don&#39;t feel so bad</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favorite-thigs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Sqg8AlIxbZMc5P4JoDi9-CLbkllwwPaT1_ktdP0FbBTcH7barFIVKhiuh8nQqDuzEl4KaLRjwINIxszQQLw_OwFTFPQ7vI7UA-LO_Y_zELkMIxEzbUA3m9SdiWSgPiVphBRrANFFAeU/s72-c/DSCN0757.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-8855267236173233420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-01T15:00:56.554-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hocking Hills Christmas Retreat 2009</title><description>&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/bdviGbghSc4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/bdviGbghSc4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2010/01/hocking-hills-christmas-retreat-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-284460237558325636</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T09:26:32.080-08:00</atom:updated><title>Our Christmas Retreat 2009   : Memories, Scenes, Impressions</title><description>Arrival: After one of the most challenging six months of our lives we decided that it would be most beneficial to take a few days together on a brief get a way. Sometime, much after dark, in a vast blackness, deep in the forest, down long winding road and through a woods of pine, our Pilot’s headlights cast a shadow on a dim lit dwelling that was to be our cabin retreat. We left the car running with bright lights illuminating the scene. We saw in the distance from our parking spot a two story A Frame cabin, mostly hidden under tall pine trees whose arms sagged heavy from the weight of the snow. The side of the cabin, that we could see, was a layer of white snow. Everything glistened from the glare of out lights like a spotlight on a newly found treasure. Smoke drifted from the cabin’s chimney, Winter purity covered everything, low hanging pine boughs laden with heaps of fresh fallen snow, a roaring fire, tall trees sheltering the hidden dwelling, while inside Becky prepared a dinner on a pine table with plates of truffled pasta, anise marinated pork, celery root and carrot mash, Dancing Bull red Cabernet wine. Alone together with 40 years of memories in that secluded place. And so it beganb.&lt;br /&gt;
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Morning one:&lt;br /&gt;
We awoke to light slowly illuminating a white covered world.&lt;br /&gt;
The sting of fresh morning chilled air assaulted our faces.&lt;br /&gt;
Like waking in a Currier and Ives Christmas card, &lt;br /&gt;
We strolled into morning’s white purity,&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath tree limbs extended,&lt;br /&gt;
Symbolizing all our hopes and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;
Each branch sheltering, protecting us,&lt;br /&gt;
Layers of white,&lt;br /&gt;
 like a memories of joy,&lt;br /&gt;
Cleansing branches of all blemishes,&lt;br /&gt;
 So only purity remained visible,.&lt;br /&gt;
On arms intertwined,&lt;br /&gt;
As far as we could see in white forests’ density.&lt;br /&gt;
</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-christmas-retreat-2009-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-1150096233265271813</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-28T03:57:06.858-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Puppy</category><title>Our new family member</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNf3blRil_eeICpJCPKSm52PArISmSpxPW4DlzSYL8BdcSn3lA0-lMQ6dIyMolthf1am8Een3Ef_A9io1munq1YZ5GnoxKPRE9h1iKwfWooFI48qf9Tz2Xf6n0mE3_N6h0AleWeECJsE/s1600/DSCN0661.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNf3blRil_eeICpJCPKSm52PArISmSpxPW4DlzSYL8BdcSn3lA0-lMQ6dIyMolthf1am8Een3Ef_A9io1munq1YZ5GnoxKPRE9h1iKwfWooFI48qf9Tz2Xf6n0mE3_N6h0AleWeECJsE/s320/DSCN0661.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Black Friday and nothing to do. It sure seamed odd after all the year&#39;s of craziness on the day after Thanksgiving. Becky &amp;amp; I thought about participating in the shopping hysteria after all the little ones lefty with their parents following our joyous morning and afternoon but instead we got on the internet and searched for our Christmas present. Well we found him in Wooster Ohio at a Pet rescue residence. There were three schnauzer mixes ( Father was unknown which may have been why Mom and seven pups were put in the pound) available. Two girls and our boy who came running out and jumped in my lap as if telling me that he was our new dog. We did want a &quot;lap dog&quot; since our large cat (Bob whose given name is Neo but Grace thought Bob was much more appropriate) can only warm one lap at a time and our little Biscuit is too frail and old to sit on laps anymore. He certainly had the most&amp;nbsp; &quot;Schnauzer look&quot; to his face so it was not much of a decision. He came home with us and we introduced him to his adopted brother and sister. He appears to love his new environment and is being curiously tolerated by the siblings. His exploration and cute puppy habits of chasing things has provided much entertainment. His bath by Tom&amp;nbsp; the first night went much better than could be expected. We awoke to his call at 6 am, which actually is late for us but still recovering from all the recent excitement, and had a wonderful morning walk. He is now cuddling with Mommy as I write and she has coffee and reads the paper. I think he will be perfect for us. Now the most challenging part of puppy ownership. The name. We are acquiring suggestions from all and have so far Eli, Rudy, Frank, Spock, Sal, Spidy, Skip, Hank, Harry. Coal ( or Cole).... submissions accepted until Sunday midnight.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-new-family-member.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZNf3blRil_eeICpJCPKSm52PArISmSpxPW4DlzSYL8BdcSn3lA0-lMQ6dIyMolthf1am8Een3Ef_A9io1munq1YZ5GnoxKPRE9h1iKwfWooFI48qf9Tz2Xf6n0mE3_N6h0AleWeECJsE/s72-c/DSCN0661.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-4070858690614196194</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-27T09:43:02.250-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Black Friday</category><title>Black Friday Happiness</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioQTlkbtobyQDA8-3OFCfOu2PCOpKQXEH3kwAIeGlVrCFze36oR7qSDXKe-B5DJQUfSnFxkmSlxmOAoTZIWXQot8Ulzvo4Rg6BKXhhj4BU977gQ1pJu1Gmr6VoAk8MBCO2Z0_MT61ctQ/s1600/DSCN0651.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioQTlkbtobyQDA8-3OFCfOu2PCOpKQXEH3kwAIeGlVrCFze36oR7qSDXKe-B5DJQUfSnFxkmSlxmOAoTZIWXQot8Ulzvo4Rg6BKXhhj4BU977gQ1pJu1Gmr6VoAk8MBCO2Z0_MT61ctQ/s320/DSCN0651.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For the first time in thirty nine years I was not actively working on Black Friday. Following a joyous Thanksgiving celebration of food, fun and family, we settled in various beds with three grandchildren after watching Willie Wonka ,which is our tradition, and slept soundly. There is nothing sweeter than waking to little feet kicking you out of bed, tiny hands gently stroking your morning hair or the pure joy of early morning excitement of little ones over the prospect of&amp;nbsp; cousins to play with. Waking early we were amazed to find that while we slept snow covered all. The woods was a beautiful holiday white while light snow continued to drift slowly down. It added to the magic of the morning so another custom of watching Frosty was even more appropriate. Nate said we couldn&#39;t watch before Cather woke up and Catcher said it was the best day ever. We also had to retrieve the littlest Sawyer, Hope, who at one did not sleep over but came over in her PJ&#39;s to play with Louisiana. So these four little friends enjoyed breakfast,between&amp;nbsp; dashing onto the porch to hide muscle guys deep in the new snow, and generally running around doing important childrens&#39; activities. We all had the sillies however but managed to get dressed, cuddled on the couch and had a great time laughing and lounging. This was just the most wonderful day after ever. Louisiana went down for a nap. Granny &amp;amp; Hope fell asleep together in Papa&#39;s chair while the boys ( Nate, Catcher, and Papa) went downstairs for another tradition of Star Wars watching and while playing guys, cars, and legos.........It&#39;s almost 1 pm so I think I should just stay in my jammies all day...........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-friday-happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioQTlkbtobyQDA8-3OFCfOu2PCOpKQXEH3kwAIeGlVrCFze36oR7qSDXKe-B5DJQUfSnFxkmSlxmOAoTZIWXQot8Ulzvo4Rg6BKXhhj4BU977gQ1pJu1Gmr6VoAk8MBCO2Z0_MT61ctQ/s72-c/DSCN0651.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-4367177318995609156</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 21:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T10:42:24.543-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thanksgiving</category><title>Thanksgiving 2009</title><description>How can anyone be thankful for what is going on this Thanksgiving 2009. War, poverty, taxes, inflation, jopblessness, terrorism, hate,and&amp;nbsp; overall calamity. 2012 must be the end of the world as we know it. The Mayans probably were correct.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet there is a bright glimmer of hope. The hope we see in a child&#39;s face, a child&#39;s voice, a child&#39;s laugh...&lt;br /&gt;
All I need to do is to look at photos or just reflect upon my Grandchildren and there is the reason to live and to press triumphantly on. Thier&#39;s is a world full of hope, wonder, enjoyment and life. All despair fades quickly as I see the opportunities, the potential, and the pure enjoyment of life in each child. This is what Thanksgiving is all about. Recognizing that in spite of all the adverse effects and events in the world. All life&#39;s meaning is expressed in a child. Friends, family, love, joy, and life is ours to behold if we can just capture a few moments of this experience purity from a child. Put aside all the distractions, worries, and thoughts just to sit and enjoy being with a grandchild, a child, spouse,&amp;nbsp; or a friend. Just being together.&lt;br /&gt;
I look at my wife of thirty nine years and all the hard times, heartaches, and tragedies that we have suffered together yet I also see all the beautiful times that we have shared. The experience of living as one. Husband and wife. As much as I live for my grandchildren, I could not go on without my wife. She is my life. So precious to me that I always think in the plural. How would we do this, what would we do, where should we go. Everything is Tom and Becky. Never can we be separated. I am hers forever. So as many things that I am blessed with this Thanksgiving they all pale in comparison to the gift God allowed me while I was lost and sixteen. This love overcomes all, sustains, and nurtures my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Wife, Children, Grandchildren, and all I do have... is a life fulfilled, a life abundant, a thankful life.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-2009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-i-iE2xB6EE0XtN5L6ELRXu3kMcGWRSa05dhNpU0qVFCivwXJxKvPiy0DG4sgyg0TDnIaWE1tNHNd2ROXn0-zBKwav61J5UrmzcUXz0TSzIZrydxtTweJbJKO7KkaxDznm_YHB1mCe8/s72-c/IMG_3232.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-8869963459822520591</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T05:15:29.102-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luke</category><title>Luke Thomas, on his ninth birthday</title><description>Today, November 19, 2009 is Luke&#39;s ninth birthday. How fast these years have gone by. I remember every detail and event that occurred on the day of Luke&#39;s birth. How proud I was when I learned that he would have my name and that this would forever be another special bond between us. As the years have passed and I have watched him grow I am continually amazed by the person he is becoming.&lt;br /&gt;
We had a very special day recently (see photos).It is difficult to set aside some alone with one time when there are so many grandchildren ( and children in families). We golfed on a beautiful day and just enjoyed being together. This is what life is truly all about. Just being. Being, talking, laughing, eating just living each moment. In the great play &quot;Our Town&quot; when Emily is allowed to go back to a day in her life and is advised to &quot;select an unimportant day because it will be important enough&quot; so she selects her twelfth birthday. A happy, but ordinary day in her life yet she soon realizes that so much life was going on as she exclaims &quot;do any human beings realize life while they live it, every every minute&quot;. This is how I felt on this special day and&amp;nbsp; whenever I have the opportunity to do my grandfathering activities of being with one of the precious eight. I try to pause from all the distractions. and &quot;realize life&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Children force us to examine our own life and the true purpose of our lives while making it evident all that we have to be thankful for in our world. &lt;br /&gt;
I knew from the day of his birth that God&#39;s hand was&amp;nbsp; upon Luke Thomas&#39; life and that he has been chosen for a very special purpose. The Lord has a great plan for him that will unfold as he grows. There is something very special about Luke, his life, and what he is becoming. &lt;br /&gt;
Well today is Luke&#39;s special day. We celebrate this day and the person of Luke, and I recall all the special days that he has had and give thanks that we have this wonderful person and grandson.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/luke-thomas-on-his-ninth-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-6900643833180186805</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T15:01:46.108-08:00</atom:updated><title>First day of school, PapaTom &amp; Luke Thomas</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEsERpS4o18pqjBJvEB8r9h4VUzchC42_WxzahbVWz09qM0uPCLZneMkA5YtckxsXqUBvZ8Q73yLADXIStKCjke7EWf1KQgqKDqC4wN2tSHQ3P8hqFET_0UVtUORlRKTcRl0SXgeC3uRg/s1600/722.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEsERpS4o18pqjBJvEB8r9h4VUzchC42_WxzahbVWz09qM0uPCLZneMkA5YtckxsXqUBvZ8Q73yLADXIStKCjke7EWf1KQgqKDqC4wN2tSHQ3P8hqFET_0UVtUORlRKTcRl0SXgeC3uRg/s320/722.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-day-of-school-papatom-luke-thomas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEsERpS4o18pqjBJvEB8r9h4VUzchC42_WxzahbVWz09qM0uPCLZneMkA5YtckxsXqUBvZ8Q73yLADXIStKCjke7EWf1KQgqKDqC4wN2tSHQ3P8hqFET_0UVtUORlRKTcRl0SXgeC3uRg/s72-c/722.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-7442248932919251503</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T15:00:26.420-08:00</atom:updated><title>Luke on our special day golfing</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfH72xEJumaUab3jeV8-1IhTy4DY-as98F-K6L_JoEgSofmRgP4S2meS0GXwPfkbu6_Wz2MhPOmNLWKEhFXuIdpXYUV03iNHDtrjUiUa_tnV2OpqGbmxZrspaU7WRFRqTim8fqs50hqY/s1600/DSCN0425.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfH72xEJumaUab3jeV8-1IhTy4DY-as98F-K6L_JoEgSofmRgP4S2meS0GXwPfkbu6_Wz2MhPOmNLWKEhFXuIdpXYUV03iNHDtrjUiUa_tnV2OpqGbmxZrspaU7WRFRqTim8fqs50hqY/s320/DSCN0425.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/luke-on-our-special-day-golfing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvfH72xEJumaUab3jeV8-1IhTy4DY-as98F-K6L_JoEgSofmRgP4S2meS0GXwPfkbu6_Wz2MhPOmNLWKEhFXuIdpXYUV03iNHDtrjUiUa_tnV2OpqGbmxZrspaU7WRFRqTim8fqs50hqY/s72-c/DSCN0425.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-4602852530339027893</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T13:37:52.144-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blog rationale</category><title>Why a Blog? Why a Grandfather Blog</title><description>There are so many things to Blog about in today&#39;s crazy world- wars, the economy, politics, Health Care, Cleveland Browns, Indians........well that is so very depressing. I have learned that life holds treasures for those who take time to seek and discover hidden beauty. There is nothing more precious than a Grandchild! We can debate whose love is greater a parents or a Grandparents but there is no doubt that the love of a Grandparent is very uncluttered, unobstructed, and free from the many parental worries and distractions. A parent is&amp;nbsp; filled with massive amounts of nervousness and worry about how their child will develop. &quot;Are they smart, will they have friends, are they at grade level, can they play sports, what should i Do, did I do the right thing for their development....... Every action therefore is full of concern and parental evaluation.These great worries detract from the pure enjoyment of the moment and the child. I know because I experienced that same great concern. A&amp;nbsp; Grandparent realizes that no matter what happens each child will &quot;turn out&quot; wonderful if they are loved. Love covers every mistake we make as parents. Grandparents can enjoy the beauty in each experience and moment, even in struggles, difficulties, and even &quot;failures&quot;. So I think Grandfathers need an opportunity to share their feelings and thoughts on being the &quot;Grandpa, Papa, Pa&quot; or whatever is their special name . So my first blog is dedicated to the most important people in my life outside of my wife of thirty nine years. Jake, Luke, Grace, Nate, Catcher, Ellie, Louisiana and Hope. This is for them and all Grandparents who share this same deep love and appreciation.</description><link>http://papatom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-blog-why-grandfather-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6330407537678194819.post-4651744530931461801</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T13:37:33.651-08:00</atom:updated><title>Hey Tom, What are You Up To?</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #555544; font-family: tahoma,&#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;,lucida,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;keep getting asked on calls and emails “what are you doing” or a similar “what are you up to” so I thought I’d send a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/i&gt; update.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;I have never sent one of those holiday letters about family activities but thought that in the new web age this might be something someone ,may read and share when asked “Hey,, have you heard what Tom is doing”. If you despise this, I apologize but I have time and love to communicate as you may know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;Remember when Tom, Huck &amp;amp; Becky were lost in the cave and then when Tom &amp;amp; Huck were floating down the Mississippi on a raft. Well that is a little how I am feeling now –wandering about and wondering about life…. There was a very happy ending ahead&amp;nbsp;when Tom marries Becky and lives happily ever after, ( actually not in Mark’s books but in real life) so I am very confident that new beginnings are ahead and life will be even better than before if that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;I have been very busy upgrading my computer and web skills from the newest excel word/ vista versions to all social media sites&amp;nbsp;including&amp;nbsp;facebook, twitter, blogs, vimeo &amp;amp; picaca, for photos &amp;amp; movie making, as well as Linkedin &amp;amp; Plaxo of course. I have become quite proficient and if you are a novice I would be happy to share. I have “attended” a number of webinar’s as well as local business meetings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;I have also contacted and spoken with many former colleagues and friends whom have been on my “people to call” list and some that had even slipped from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;Certainly you know that I have spent some evening&amp;nbsp;time, now that I am not traveling, with the grandchildren as well as with my Mom who is doing quite well for 84. I also have been able to participate in many activities at my church.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;Mostly I have interrupted Becky’s structured life but she allows me to still occupy my small space in the house , if I am quiet and do not disturb her much, especially on Thursday nights ( some special non news, history, animal, food shows that I have no interest in).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;Also I have been able to spend some time at Jonathon’s The Greenhouse Tavern (.com)&amp;nbsp;and offer my free retail sage advise and consultation as well as judge the ever changing menu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;I have discovered that when not traveling it is soo much easier to workout and diet so my health is very good and I have lost some weight and eaten well but very healthy ( no white starches).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;Most of my time is spent on the PC, the web and the phone so I am suffering from some version of personal contact as well as something like flight deprivation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;I have taken time for revitalization,&amp;nbsp;rejuvenation,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;re-prioritization and feel ready to attack life with a vengeance again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;My career campaign strategy has been to make it known that I am available to a lucky company and that now is the time to upgrade since the Free Agent market is loaded with talent but some very fortunate company will get the dedication of the very best top performing free agent available ( clue- initials are TS). I have spoken with numerous people and am feeling quite confident about future prospects.&lt;br /&gt;
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