Saturday, June 18, 2011

45 Minutes

Forty five minutes of delay time. Forty five minutes of prayer, interlaced with Bible verses, holding on tight during our roller coaster ride in the sky. Peace remarkably, and reading my novel, Over a Worn Torn Sky, ironically. Forty five minutes also included communicating in writing every thing that was happening to a deaf man sitting next to me. He was calm, but can you imagine, not being able to hear the updates the captain was sharing about our situation? That was my experience coming home from Rochester.

The pilot made an initial attempt to land when suddenly, the rain and wind began to pour and he had to turn the plane upwards, retract the landing gear, and start climbing. That was eerie.

Thoughts cross your mind. Will I see my children again? I can do all things through Christ who gives me strenghth. I will never leave thee nor forsake you...I AM right here with you. You are not alone.

Forty-five minutes of circling that led to a series of delays which dominoed as we flew over the ocean and in and out of clouds, finally landing. I wanted to applaud, but held back. He gave us a scare. Doesn't he know Central Florida? This happens every afternoon in the summer. Well mostly.

More minutes. We waited in queue for a gate, then for ground personel, who had taken shelter from the inclement weather, to be able to come out to guide the plane in.

Those final delays were nothing in the grand scheme of things. We had landed safely! Everything else seemed ordinary, mundane, and routine. I like routine!

Check out the weather report for about six o'clock

Friday, June 17, 2011

Flowers and Fun at Webster Park in Upstate New York


Look at all the beautiful flowers growing casually at Webster Park, not too far from one of the Great Lakes.

Aren't they something to behold?


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Thursday, June 16, 2011

A ledge, a bra, and a bike

Things happen...I thought of going on a walk after having a busy day and finding a way to add some exercise to my day after a nice Barbeque. So I asked "Is anyone interested in going on a walk with Grandma?" Well, not surprised at all, my granddaughter Zee said she was. As I went outside to join her, my daughter asked if it were a problem if Zee went on her bike and I said "not at all." Then Ana offered me her bike. Even though I found it too narrow and the seat too high, I agreed to ride it. The seat was adjusted, but as I tested it out, it felt wobbly but as I gained confidence as I pedaled forward, I decided I wanted to ride around the circle to be sure. I expressed that but my granddaughter didn't quite register what I was going to do. I looked ahead and there was a small ledge right in front of me at the end of the driveway, and I slowed down. By then, Zee caught up with me and thinking I was going to turn right, wanted to go along side of me. It was an awkward moment. Not wanting to crash into her, I put on the brakes. Suddenly, the tires screeched, I lurched forward, lost my balance, and slammed to the side.

It was the longest second. I could recall other falls and how injured I had been before and I didn't want that to happen again. How could I prevent a colossal injury? I had to decide how I wanted to fall, knowing that a wrong choice could mean a broken bone...It is amazing how the brain works...I chose to take some of the blow on the palm of my hand and on its side, some on my arm all the while hoping and waiting to see if my bone would not snap, and some on my side. I had already taken some of the impact on my back, as I lurched forward when the comfortable seat jammed against the small of my back, but slightly. As I landed I had not taken into account how the underwire on my bra would also jab on my rib and my heart. That was painful.

Once on the ground, what I did next was wait...gather my thoughts and raise myself up to a sitting position. Get my bearings.

Ana was holding her hand out to me to help me up, but I refused. I said, to give me time. What if I should lose my balance? I thought to myself. That could be worse. She pulled the bicycle away from me, I remember vaguely, then when I sure all was clear I turned on my knees which were intact, but as I pressed down on my palm to push upward a shot of pain went through my hand. I checked out my hand and could already see it swelling.

What we did next made all the difference. After showing Zee the damage of the fall, we went inside and we put ice to my side and to my hand. I rotated where I placed the ice since I also felt a throb on my shoulder and arm. To the ice, we added ibuprophen. I laid down on the sofa, saw a good movie, and rested the rest of the evening. Everything we did has made a huge difference on how I feel today. I was able to have a great night's sleep without pain on my side and was able to breathe without pain.

Ice and rest is the key...and that's my story.

I think I will walk next time...

Poppies, Flower of the Day


Poppies in three pictures. Flower of the day in display.
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Monday, June 13, 2011

Robert Held Art Pieces at Corning Museum


These are some of my favorites things. Thank goodness for cameras! I really can't afford to pay five hundred dollars for a vase but I can certainly enjoy looking at them. Just beautiful, aren't they?

They are inspired by a meadow full of wildflowers and a stream running through it. Can't you just visualize it, too?

The artist has many other pieces that I found online on his website which simply are stunning... take a look


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Visiting The Corning Museum of Art

Enjoying the Corning Museum the best way possible... with family. We got to stroll through the store, make a sand blasted plate, and watch two glass demonstrations. The first was a glass blowing demonstration with a team making a beautiful cobalt blue vase. One of the gentlemen narrated the whole process as they worked in unison. Glass making is not an easy thing to do no matter how much of this abounds. It requires an exorbitant amount of heat, tolerance to it, teamwork, creativity, and experience.

This was followed by lunch and an extended demonstration which included a blow torch and a very cool penguin decked out in shades, a tie, and bright orange feet . Naturally the penguin was on paper and had been designed by a very creative 11 year old who won a designers contest. Unfortunately, the young lady wasn't on hand to see her intriguing creation become a reality. My daughter, two granddaughters, about 20 other people, and myself were. The artist had this rather large blow torch which gushed a fiery flame heated up to 3000 degrees. Then he grabbed a solid cylinder of glass which he placed in the churning flame until it bent and became malleable. In order to save color he would work with the clear glass as a base and then coat it with solid color. I have to admit that I got tired 3/4 of the way through the demonstration not so much with the process but from standing. The activity originally was going to take 15 minutes and extended to 45, so I finished my shopping but my faithful grands stayed to see the artisan finish. They were delighted with the finished penguin. In fact, Aay said, "It turned out really cute!"

In addition to the demonstations, we were able to design some pretty cool sand blasted plates and bowls. We did this by placing stickers to the outside of a clear glass plate and then sandblasting it with a sandblast hose. The result was that after removing the stickers that particular area remained clear while everything around it became cloudy white from the sand being blasted on the glass. It was a lot of fun really. I cut out some original designs and added some long stems and flowers. It is a money maker for them but a keepsake for me. So I would encourage anyone to try it.

As a matter of fact if you are anywhere near Corning, go. It is a beautiful museum full of extensive artwork, classes, demonstrations, and interactive educational activities. I have gone twice and frankly have revisited it a dozen times by going over my pictures time and time again. It is worth visiting I can assure you.

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Sunday, June 12, 2011