The New Year

December 31, 2012

Another year of writing is past.  Another year of writing is ahead.  But I will eventually reach my dream by writing one letter at a time.  Happy New Year. 

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Christmas is in the Air

December 25, 2012

Christmas is in the air
Brings back fond memories of family and friends
Like tobogganing with my cousin and Dad
Down Grandma’s hill with snow flying in our faces
As my cousin on purpose steers the toboggan into the creek
The family gathered around the table eating ham or turkey
And of course Grandma’s delicious homemade cookies
Grandpa smoked his corn pipe as a milk truck roared past on
Highway K as Grandma snicked cookies to her grandchildren
Spending New Year’s Eve with the Battins eating sauerkraut and pork
Together watching football on the TV
Good memories of the past
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. 

Packers-Bears Fandom

December 12, 2012

My brother-in-law brother, Mark, is a big Bears fan.  I email him every Monday during the football season telling him what a loser he is when the Bears lose.  My Packers win most of the time.  But Mark persists in being a Bears fan.  The Packers continue winning division titles like the Packers will on Sunday.  Mark will lose again.  I took Mark to a Packer-Bear game at Lambeau one year.  He was caught peeing in a sink by a cop.  Typical Bear fan!  We laughed about that.  I miss Mark.  Go Pack! 

A day in the life …

December 4, 2012

“Someone will be meeting him there,” Mom said to the bus driver.  The bus was on time taking me to the Overture Center to meet one of my care workers to attend the book festival, but the bus driver wouldn’t let me off.  He goes into the lobby to look for a person he doesn’t know.  He comes back and radios the dispatcher asking the dispatcher what to do.  She tells him to wait for a few minutes and then he can go.  I tried to say that I wanted to go inside, but he ignores me.  We go to the west side of Madison picking up his wife and a disabled man.  The bus takes the disabled man home.  We return to the Overture Center, but the driver wants to take me home.  “No,”I scream.”  He lets me off.  Mom, over-protective, hinders my independence.  It’s just another story that will eventually lead to a best selling author.  If people only knew.  Someday they will.