After these many months of watching the kids on the corner of Kingsgate Lane & Nicholby Drive playing, constantly, I met them, courtesy of Dancer, of course, and their parents. They are black children with white parents. Michael, who is high-functioning autistic, and Tommy, outgoing and inquisitive, and their caring parents Ed, from New Jersey, and his native Delawarean wife, Lisa, and their dog, seen from the inside, who resembles Dancer and may have the same chow/Golden Retriever lineage.
Showing posts with label drive. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drive. Show all posts
Saturday, May 3, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
10 April 2014: Thursday ... met red-headed Grace, bilingual grew up in Cuban Miami ... back to Brandywine Springs State Park ... return to Papenhagen's home on Oldbury Drive ...
Moseying over the creek at Brandywine Springs State Park on a beautiful Thursday afternoon.
Why did Dancer cross the bridge? I have no idea but she was off leash at Brandywine Springs State Park on a, you guessed it, springlike day. — with Dancer at Brandywine Springs State Park.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
17 March 2014: St. Patrick's Day ... Curt Oglesby's 58th birthday ... snowing, AGAIN! (about 3 inches) ... Jihed Khiary in Tunisia (new FB friend thanks to love of Mozart and Rubinstein on YouTube)
Jihed Khiary is on the left (she reminds me of Tina Fey) with two of her friends.
Such wonderful young people, perhaps all from Tunisia.
Jihed Khiary shared a link.
Jihed Khiary is on the left (she reminds me of Tina Fey) with two of her friends.
Such wonderful young people, perhaps all from Tunisia.
Such wonderful young people, perhaps all from Tunisia.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
21 January 2014: Tuesday ... listening to Dutch radio as the snowstorm approaches and the cold enwraps ... could get 10 inches ... Y workout this AM ... Bill T. Jones' recollection of father and "Der Leiermann" from "Die Winterreisse" ...
One heckuva snowstorm today. It swirled and buffeted the air and just painted the whole scene white with flakes and wind and cold. We did get close to 10 inches and I didn't shovel till Wednesday mid-morning and then I only did the driveway and one shovel width on the sidewalks to my contiguous neighbors, who did not bother to shovel their walks. It was much more fierce than the beautiful snowfall on the day dad died, a month and 13 days ago. Time is passing swiftly.
I am in tears after listening to this incredible piece of heart-wrenching journalism and its connection to my father, who loved this work, immeasurably and with his whole being. Thank you Melissa Block for your unerring and inimitable skill at drawing out the marrow from an extraordinary artist like Bill T. Jones and his beautiful recollection. Yes, I believe he told his father many times that he loved him. This work is a profound testament to that connection. Thank you NPR, once again for just being there and telling the stories that need telling and sharing.
Choreographer Bill T. Jones recollection of his father and hisWinter song, "Der Leiermann" from Franz Schubert's song cycle,"Die Winterreise".
On our walk tonight, in bone chilling weather with a slight wind that cut through you, the streets were bare of people and cars. Utter silence and quiet other than blowing snow. I got a flash photo of Dancer, felt the Carol Taylor pressure to get a pic of her, outside the fence posts along the boundary of Milltown Park. To date, have close to 30 likes for this rather blurry but chilly photograph.
and then, along Nicholby Drive, where the light pole shone through the blowing snow and cast a glow on the roadway and my steps and the trees and houses alongside the barely traveled thoroughfare. It was an arresting image.
and then, along Nicholby Drive, where the light pole shone through the blowing snow and cast a glow on the roadway and my steps and the trees and houses alongside the barely traveled thoroughfare. It was an arresting image.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
27 October 2013: Sunday, a brilliant sunrise and lingering milk smoke downstairs from Cream of Wheat overflow (fan and open windows and door/door window)
I thought about this e-mail, seriously, and wrote it this morning after an "extraordinary" Saturday with our father and a Dutch couple's dinner visit to our home:Doug,
In thinking of a subject header for this post, which I will make brief (sort of) honoring your skill at being concise, I came up with "extraordinary" to cover a wide emotional space.
The first and foremost was the drive, one of our last, in the country with our dying father, still with it, thankfully, and how perfect I felt it went. Not talkative, dad, still, in his silence, soaked in the beauty of that Sat afternoon.
The second event was my imposition and its initial, though not continuing, upset on you, dad and mom. It was an imprudent and selfish decision on my part to invite the Stams over for dinner. Granted it was thrust on me by the couple's overt, encompassing generosity, but, nonetheless, I should have discussed (it with our parents and you and Norma). Enough said. My apologies, post-incident.
We are entering a new phase of our lives. We shall soon, hopefully not too soon, be the surviving generation. My hope, my dear brother, is, that despite our divergent temperaments and worldviews that we continue to share the beauty of a fall afternoon and realize what is truly lasting -- our love as a family.
May it be so ... and in loving humankindness, your brother, always,
rudy
Went to church and with no choir practice, went for a walk around Paper Mill Park and came to a trail that led me to some nice homes and this horse and baby/small goats with budding horns:
Doug posted some amazing photos from our Saturday (yesterday) afternoon trip to the country with our father:
Travel to the country and The Whip this afternoon but it was packed due to the Eagles football game versus the Giants (they were losing 15-0 late in the 4th quarter) and so we traveled, thanks to Doug's expert GPS in his droid phone, to the Greathouse at Loch Nairn and had a nice late lunch, leisurely served by 18-year-old Eliza, younger than the cat that observed the dining area through the door outside (Doug went out to her and fed her some bread), who might be 19 or 20 years of age. Dad ate well -- an oyster stew -- and even drank a martini, his first in ages.
Male Muslim attire required at Greathouse lunch table ... with apologies to the Muslim faith.
He waxed a little nostalgic about the place, he's eaten here so many times, he goes back a long way. Prior to coming into the restaurant, took a nice photo of Norma and dad, which I sent to Doug, Norma, and Norma Virginia via an e-mail and attachment. Here is the photograph:
Norma and dad posing in front of the Greathouse at Loch Nairn waiting for Doug to return after parking the car and going in for lunch on this sunny, beautiful Sunday, 27 October 2013.
Mid to late afternoon, Dancer needed a walk so I got Norma to come with us to Bark Park for a walk, even though she wasn't wearing the exactly right shoes for the trekking adventure. We did the trails and the park for a little over a mile walk into a brilliant sun which became my thrown together Daily Dancer pic for the day.
A few short hours after our fairly big meal (good bread, filling) at the Greathouse, Doug made reservations for Feby's but dad was unable to go. We left our parents recumbent on mom's bed watching a TCM offering on the wide screen TV. Prior to that, I'd brought up the oxygen for dad for a second time and he fiddled with the nasal cannula to get it fitted properly and I set the level at 2.0. Doug had ordered, earlier, pulse oxygen reader on the Internet and it should be arriving soon. We will determine dad's levels and see if he does need the supplemental oxygen, but now, if he feels the need, he's going to get it, of course. Dinner was too filling and the restaurant was packed, many ordering the lobster due to a special of 3 courses for $30.00.
The view of Feby's as you turn into the restaurant's parking lot off Maryland Avenue.
Got home after 8 p.m. and dad was still up, but not for long, and they said their goodbyes and headed for the Holiday Inn Express, an early departure in the AM in the plans, probably 5 a.m. Doug set his phone alarm for 4:30 a.m., as though he needs it. Well, it was a good visit and we got a lot of time with dad as he went out of his way to travel in the Chrysler 200 (a car Doug poo-pooed as inferior) over the hills, valleys, and narrow causeways of rural Maryland and Pennsylvania. Just a beautiful weekend. The challenges remain and Doug will be here if I need him. Tomorrow, it's back to the office in the afternoon after flying in to Atlanta in the morning and making their way, about 45 minutes, to their home in John's Creek.
In thinking of a subject header for this post, which I will make brief (sort of) honoring your skill at being concise, I came up with "extraordinary" to cover a wide emotional space.
The first and foremost was the drive, one of our last, in the country with our dying father, still with it, thankfully, and how perfect I felt it went. Not talkative, dad, still, in his silence, soaked in the beauty of that Sat afternoon.
The second event was my imposition and its initial, though not continuing, upset on you, dad and mom. It was an imprudent and selfish decision on my part to invite the Stams over for dinner. Granted it was thrust on me by the couple's overt, encompassing generosity, but, nonetheless, I should have discussed (it with our parents and you and Norma). Enough said. My apologies, post-incident.
We are entering a new phase of our lives. We shall soon, hopefully not too soon, be the surviving generation. My hope, my dear brother, is, that despite our divergent temperaments and worldviews that we continue to share the beauty of a fall afternoon and realize what is truly lasting -- our love as a family.
May it be so ... and in loving humankindness, your brother, always,
rudy
Went to church and with no choir practice, went for a walk around Paper Mill Park and came to a trail that led me to some nice homes and this horse and baby/small goats with budding horns:
Just off the asphalt track around the athletic fields of Paper Mill Park is a trail that led to this enclosed area with goats and this sociable and obviously, hungry, horse. I had nothing to offer him/her but an iPhone. Not going to get it but I did grab this image as I walked prior to the start of service at UUSMC. Walked for a total of 1.5 miles. Nice activity prior to the service where I got to sing with Kristen and Laurie on a hymn late in the service with Larry Stomberg accompanying on cello. He is an Assistant Professor of Cello at University of Delaware School of Music (Loudis Recital Hall).
Doug posted some amazing photos from our Saturday (yesterday) afternoon trip to the country with our father:
Travel to the country and The Whip this afternoon but it was packed due to the Eagles football game versus the Giants (they were losing 15-0 late in the 4th quarter) and so we traveled, thanks to Doug's expert GPS in his droid phone, to the Greathouse at Loch Nairn and had a nice late lunch, leisurely served by 18-year-old Eliza, younger than the cat that observed the dining area through the door outside (Doug went out to her and fed her some bread), who might be 19 or 20 years of age. Dad ate well -- an oyster stew -- and even drank a martini, his first in ages.
Male Muslim attire required at Greathouse lunch table ... with apologies to the Muslim faith.
Norma and dad posing in front of the Greathouse at Loch Nairn waiting for Doug to return after parking the car and going in for lunch on this sunny, beautiful Sunday, 27 October 2013.
Mid to late afternoon, Dancer needed a walk so I got Norma to come with us to Bark Park for a walk, even though she wasn't wearing the exactly right shoes for the trekking adventure. We did the trails and the park for a little over a mile walk into a brilliant sun which became my thrown together Daily Dancer pic for the day.
A few short hours after our fairly big meal (good bread, filling) at the Greathouse, Doug made reservations for Feby's but dad was unable to go. We left our parents recumbent on mom's bed watching a TCM offering on the wide screen TV. Prior to that, I'd brought up the oxygen for dad for a second time and he fiddled with the nasal cannula to get it fitted properly and I set the level at 2.0. Doug had ordered, earlier, pulse oxygen reader on the Internet and it should be arriving soon. We will determine dad's levels and see if he does need the supplemental oxygen, but now, if he feels the need, he's going to get it, of course. Dinner was too filling and the restaurant was packed, many ordering the lobster due to a special of 3 courses for $30.00.
The view of Feby's as you turn into the restaurant's parking lot off Maryland Avenue.
Got home after 8 p.m. and dad was still up, but not for long, and they said their goodbyes and headed for the Holiday Inn Express, an early departure in the AM in the plans, probably 5 a.m. Doug set his phone alarm for 4:30 a.m., as though he needs it. Well, it was a good visit and we got a lot of time with dad as he went out of his way to travel in the Chrysler 200 (a car Doug poo-pooed as inferior) over the hills, valleys, and narrow causeways of rural Maryland and Pennsylvania. Just a beautiful weekend. The challenges remain and Doug will be here if I need him. Tomorrow, it's back to the office in the afternoon after flying in to Atlanta in the morning and making their way, about 45 minutes, to their home in John's Creek.
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