<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527</id><updated>2012-02-02T13:39:20.316-05:00</updated><category term=';'/><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_zjx1W57OI/TqNlbIdgnAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Gt7zYzGosnE/s1600/IMG_4809.JPG'/><title type='text'>The Whisper Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2233678794489067067</id><published>2012-01-08T17:40:00.042-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:01:04.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Tractor Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZRUVQ2dmyk/TxCpcWKrJ9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/653rgTzu9j4/s1600/IMG_5044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZRUVQ2dmyk/TxCpcWKrJ9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/653rgTzu9j4/s320/IMG_5044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697239833075460050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, Keith's nephew Nick would help Grandpa mow the yard &amp; at the end of the day, he'd sigh &amp; say, "Grandpa, it's been a big tractor day!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this past week+ has been a "big tractor week" with my lung biopsy/surgery. First time for major surgery, other than a C-section with Skye 24 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Pre-op day at Duke Raleigh. Keith &amp; Skye spent hours sitting with me while I answered questions of every sort &amp; was being informed of what to expect the following day.&lt;br /&gt;Such a bitter cold day in the midst of a mild winter.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward a nice gentleman drove us from the main hosptial to Dr. Chang's office in a golf cart--I kidded him about using his air conditioner--burrrr!&lt;br /&gt;We all came home &amp; took a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Keith &amp; I headed back to Old Wake Forest Road, arriving about 10am, where we proceeded to the Same Day Surgery Waiting Room. I was fasting, so no coffee for me--&amp; I was craving a steaming hot latte.&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 minutes, we were called back to the pre-surgery cubicle. The nurse began the IV's while I signed papers, answered more questions, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Skye joined us before I was wheeled away to surgery.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being parked on the gurney in a hallway, evidently near the OR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After surgery:&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up Dr. Chang was standing over me telling me all had gone well. He looked alien-like in his green surgery scrubs. My next memory, I was in ICU, a tiny room with large machinery. Bruce, an ICU nurse, was so attentive to me all evening &amp; through the night:) Encountered quite a few male nurses during my stay, which was so different from 24 years ago!:)&lt;br /&gt;Family came in at various times...&lt;br /&gt;Keith spent the night in the ICU Waiting Room, attempting to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;After a night in the hectic ICU--I myself setting off beepers &amp; monitor bells &amp; whistles, plus all the whirrs &amp; buzzes that occur simply from spitting out readings every 5 minutes--it was time for breakfast. My nurse insisted I needed "real" food, so sent back the liquid diet that had been delivered. Can I tell you how delicious pancakes &amp; sausage can be after fasting for 24 hours &amp; going through surgery? Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Keith &amp; Skye arrived:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rev. Andy stopped in to check on me before taking Mrs. Rev. to NYC for a "wild" weekend:) Loved chatting about NYC since it's a favorite place of mine:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By 11am a private room had been found, so I was unhooked from "various &amp; sundry" &amp; taken from the 1st floor to the 5th. As soon as I got settled in, it was down to the basement(?) for a chest x-ray; at least I graduated from a portable bed to a wheelchair for the basement trip:)&lt;br /&gt;After the x-ray, back to the room, a quiet, calm room. Still tethered by a few things, but much freer than ICU. Nap time, sleep time:)&lt;br /&gt;Seth, Kelley, &amp; Cameron came at some point:)&lt;br /&gt;In the evening Lou &amp; Lorraine &amp; Ralph dropped in--felt pretty good, loved good company:)&lt;br /&gt;Keith asked Skye to stay Friday night. &lt;br /&gt;I still needed help getting to the bathroom by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling funky. Spent the day dealing with nausea &amp; grogginess. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;Diet all day? Diet Pepsi &amp; crackers. &lt;br /&gt;Sent out an email asking anyone that wanted to visit to call ahead. Only Seth came, in the afternoon. He sat with his iPad while Keith &amp; I slept. (Skye &amp; Cameron came later for a while) Nurse Sue was so kind--tried every way possible to help me. &lt;br /&gt;The evening nurse turned off the lights &amp; didn't check on us for hours--we needed the peace &amp; quiet, &amp; uninterrupted sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was coffee, pancakes &amp; sausage, but this time I only wanted the pancakes. The nurse took away my last two "teethers". Dr. White came by about 9am, Dr. Chang's partner, to discharge me. &lt;br /&gt;Let me say, I was so impressed that Dr. Chang &amp; his PA Katie came by twice every day--amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10:30 Keith &amp; I were packed &amp; heading out the door of Duke Raleigh, into the sunshine:)My tummy was better, time to rest &amp; heal.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did you know that your right lung has 3 lobes &amp; your left lobe has two? Never knew that till this week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News from Dr. Chang's PA this week: All lymph nodes were clean, &amp; the tumor was a carcinoid cancer.(See http://www.cancer.org/cancer/lungcarcinoidtumor/detailedguide/index)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Lord, oh my soul, &amp; all that is within me, bless His Holy Name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2233678794489067067?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2233678794489067067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2233678794489067067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2233678794489067067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2233678794489067067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-tractor-week.html' title='A Big Tractor Week'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZRUVQ2dmyk/TxCpcWKrJ9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/653rgTzu9j4/s72-c/IMG_5044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8282672221303364644</id><published>2012-01-01T19:16:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:57:57.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBmG3ozn9FI/TwD3xkdvbPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yZ6NbicIhdA/s1600/IMG_4975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBmG3ozn9FI/TwD3xkdvbPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yZ6NbicIhdA/s320/IMG_4975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692822359970376946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives...not looking for flaws, but for potential." &lt;br /&gt;- Ellen Goodman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is January 1st, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;A new year:)&lt;br /&gt;A year filled with hope I will open my eyes &amp; see my daily blessings, that I will be enfolded with courage to face trials that inevitably come. &lt;br /&gt;We are not promised happiness, but we are promised joy if we rest in God's lavish love, sustaining grace, &amp; comfort:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless &amp; keep each of you as we all seek our God-given mission in this precious journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8282672221303364644?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8282672221303364644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8282672221303364644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8282672221303364644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8282672221303364644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBmG3ozn9FI/TwD3xkdvbPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/yZ6NbicIhdA/s72-c/IMG_4975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2469180252110454671</id><published>2011-12-21T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T15:24:49.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLIw2sifNU8/TvI9UtQMAcI/AAAAAAAAALs/ydYsh3iDF70/s1600/IMG_1591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLIw2sifNU8/TvI9UtQMAcI/AAAAAAAAALs/ydYsh3iDF70/s320/IMG_1591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688676705276527042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child&lt;br /&gt;I once sat sobbing on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Beside my mother's piano&lt;br /&gt;As she played and sang&lt;br /&gt;For there was in her singing&lt;br /&gt;A shy yet solemn glory&lt;br /&gt;My smallness could not hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was asked&lt;br /&gt;Why I was crying&lt;br /&gt;I had no words for it&lt;br /&gt;I only shook my head&lt;br /&gt;And went on crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that music&lt;br /&gt;At its most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Opens a wound in us&lt;br /&gt;An ache a desolation&lt;br /&gt;Deep as a homesickness&lt;br /&gt;For some far-off&lt;br /&gt;And half-forgotten country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never understood&lt;br /&gt;Why this is so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's an ancient legend&lt;br /&gt;From the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;That gives away the secret&lt;br /&gt;Of this mysterious sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For centuries on centuries&lt;br /&gt;We have been wandering&lt;br /&gt;But we were made for Paradise&lt;br /&gt;As deer for the forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when music comes to us&lt;br /&gt;With its heavenly beauty&lt;br /&gt;It brings us desolation&lt;br /&gt;For when we hear it&lt;br /&gt;We half remember&lt;br /&gt;That lost native country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dimly remember the fields&lt;br /&gt;Their fragrant windswept clover&lt;br /&gt;The birdsongs in the orchards&lt;br /&gt;The wild white violets in the moss&lt;br /&gt;By the transparent streams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shining at the heart of it&lt;br /&gt;Is the longed-for beauty&lt;br /&gt;Of the One who waits for us&lt;br /&gt;Who will always wait for us&lt;br /&gt;In those radiant meadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet also came to live with us&lt;br /&gt;And wanders where we wander.&lt;br /&gt;Anne Porter (1911 -2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2469180252110454671?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2469180252110454671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2469180252110454671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2469180252110454671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2469180252110454671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/12/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BLIw2sifNU8/TvI9UtQMAcI/AAAAAAAAALs/ydYsh3iDF70/s72-c/IMG_1591.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7822486513613178097</id><published>2011-12-15T19:20:00.030-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:26:01.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time Whisperspace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3tfB3ygqLM/TuqQOqiVQUI/AAAAAAAAALE/qTW_rIWvROk/s1600/IMG_4935.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3tfB3ygqLM/TuqQOqiVQUI/AAAAAAAAALE/qTW_rIWvROk/s320/IMG_4935.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686516061119529282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmastime in Apex&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a beautifully decorated storefront in downtown Apex.&lt;div&gt;I love the creative "winter wonderland" entrance to this unique gift shop. It's a new business &amp;amp; I pray it will be able to weather the economic times we're in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another favorite shop in downtown had to close this year, Out Of The Kiln. Makes me sad:( They crafted many of the pottery items they sold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small businesses are a risk in this financial climate, but they can offer some unusual &amp;amp; artsy gifts, often handmade, that aren't found in every store throughout every plaza or mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work in a gift shop/card shop, &amp;amp; far too often I see products we sell in every gift shop around, plus shops in other states as well! (I'm afraid far, far too many items are made in China) We do sell some local items &amp;amp; are proud to do so:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America, we need to use our pocketbooks &amp;amp; vote for unique, quality made craftsmanship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Etsy online is one place that offers handmade one of a kind gifts. Consider checking them out. And I'm sure there are more sites. But first of all, buy at local small businesses that are not inundated with mass produced products, &amp;amp; their personal service will be an added blessing:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas, friends:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be blessed by a beautifully made present this year that will bring you much joy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7822486513613178097?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7822486513613178097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7822486513613178097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7822486513613178097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7822486513613178097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time-whisperspace.html' title='Christmas Time Whisperspace'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y3tfB3ygqLM/TuqQOqiVQUI/AAAAAAAAALE/qTW_rIWvROk/s72-c/IMG_4935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6241819674039164303</id><published>2011-11-28T20:48:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:59:09.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMMxJQplvKk/TtQ7WDKyO2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/J7g0UEBaOAg/s1600/IMG_3313.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMMxJQplvKk/TtQ7WDKyO2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/J7g0UEBaOAg/s320/IMG_3313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680230280014740322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; " &gt;"The universal joy of Christmas is certainly wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; "&gt;We ring the bells when princes are born, or toll a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; "&gt; mournful dirge when great men pass away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; " &gt;Nations have their red-letter days, their carnivals and festivals, but once in the year and only once, the whole world stands still to celebrate the advent of a life. Only Jesus of Nazareth claims this world-wide, undying remembrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; "&gt;You cannot cut Christmas out of the Calendar, nor out of the heart of the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; " &gt;~Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(104, 104, 104); font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6241819674039164303?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6241819674039164303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6241819674039164303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6241819674039164303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6241819674039164303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jMMxJQplvKk/TtQ7WDKyO2I/AAAAAAAAAKo/J7g0UEBaOAg/s72-c/IMG_3313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4624782502086006106</id><published>2011-11-03T17:26:00.030-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:25:28.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying goodbye to Dad (&amp; hey to Korey)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQBD7QQwDUQ/TrMUrzBvUTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Zo1HrfEfv2U/s1600/IMG_0068.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQBD7QQwDUQ/TrMUrzBvUTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Zo1HrfEfv2U/s320/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670899098454020402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yznHZHf0CV8/TrMIDDQMIsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/e_w7NsPUJgQ/s1600/IMG_4867.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HBXqY8pLEl8/TrMHc3HmJ9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/X8cuYedSPLE/s320/IMG_4858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670884548203128786" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yznHZHf0CV8/TrMIDDQMIsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/e_w7NsPUJgQ/s1600/IMG_4867.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yznHZHf0CV8/TrMIDDQMIsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/e_w7NsPUJgQ/s320/IMG_4867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670885204295426754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih2MONcY49M/TrMHwcMCk4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mbMnQBqs538/s320/IMG_4862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670884884571394946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenneth Louis McFarland lived from September 13th, 1920, to October 28th, 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came into my life when I met Keith, his oldest son, in 1967. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a dear man who loved his family &amp;amp; looked forward to every visit we made, &amp;amp; every trip he took to visit us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the grandkids came along, Keith &amp;amp; I took second place &amp;amp; we didn't mind a bit:) The grandchildren were the apple of his eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron spent a number of summers camping with Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma, &amp;amp; Cameron loved that together time:) Seth &amp;amp; Skye spent special time with them as well:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad belonged to the Christian &amp;amp; Missionary Alliance Church while Mom belonged to the Reformed Presbyterian Church. Now &amp;amp; then I'd go with him to the CMA on a Sunday night, a sweet time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He always let me drive him &amp;amp; mom around town, especially his new cars, which was a treat since Keith has never let that happen too often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved the south. If he hadn't loved his western Pa. so dearly, he might have moved to NC, but love of home was too strong. He advised Keith to "go south" if he ever got the chance. And Keith did:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past 3 years, due to declining health, he &amp;amp; Mom moved to The Reformed Presbyterian Home in Pittsburgh, Pa. Mom watched over him like a mother hen, so he was well cared for. His memory slowly faded, but he knew us every time we visited. We saw him last this summer, over July Fourth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad loved a joke &amp;amp; told many one-liners. He loved roses, red roses. He loved the color red &amp;amp; had a number of red cars:) He loved peanut butter. He loved camping:) He loved trains--he worked as an Engineer on the Penn Central Railroad until he retired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of all he loved being with family. We spent a week at Holden Beach years ago, then another week at Mohican State Park in Ohio more recently. He soaked up those times:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning another gathering out West in the next year or so, the NC McFarlands, the Wisconsin McFarlands, &amp;amp; the PA Carsons--he will be with us in spirit:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we said goodbye to Dad/Grandpa, we welcomed the first great grandchild, Korey Calvin McFarland, Kendall &amp;amp; Kristen's son, born in July, into the clan:) Great grandma had not met him, nor had the NC Mc's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, he's a sweetheart:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, a great grandpa slips to Heaven, &amp;amp; a great grandson slips to Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is good, always:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4624782502086006106?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4624782502086006106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4624782502086006106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4624782502086006106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4624782502086006106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/11/saying-goodbye-to-dad-hey-to-korey.html' title='Saying goodbye to Dad (&amp; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ND3mlsRPi4/TqNmFMas-5I/AAAAAAAAAJM/WjSvXgC05oI/s320/IMG_4809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666484995580820370" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-693549331686957534?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/693549331686957534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=693549331686957534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/693549331686957534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/693549331686957534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/10/2011-master-bath-renovation.html' title='2011 Master Bath Renovation:)!!'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_uE8u0rPIo/TqNj1LyzkoI/AAAAAAAAAIo/i3ZyaCFs2zg/s72-c/IMG_4746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-423630029875623730</id><published>2011-10-22T20:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T20:41:35.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx_d1z0PZ80/TqNiDOAQa2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/a_jhqDIpk4o/s1600/IMG_4633.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx_d1z0PZ80/TqNiDOAQa2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/a_jhqDIpk4o/s320/IMG_4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666480563600517986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 28, 28); font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h1 class="textXLarge" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-size: 17px; font-family: verdana, arial; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all."&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;S.Horowitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 28, 28); font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(28, 28, 28); font-family: verdana, arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-423630029875623730?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/423630029875623730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=423630029875623730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/423630029875623730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/423630029875623730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nx_d1z0PZ80/TqNiDOAQa2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/a_jhqDIpk4o/s72-c/IMG_4633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1309028663760312317</id><published>2011-09-29T15:32:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:23:57.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>This sweet time of year reminds me of grapes ripening on the vine, scuppernong &amp;amp; muscadine, &lt;div&gt;leaves curling &amp;amp; fluttering along the green way &amp;amp; through the air,  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mild weather, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clear skies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bright stars at dawn, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pumpkin-colored sunrises, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;brilliant orange sunsets at dusk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is in the air.&lt;div&gt;Summer seems noisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is peaceful, still, quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A coolness settles in, vanquishing clingy humidity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autumn, welcome back:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1309028663760312317?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1309028663760312317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1309028663760312317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1309028663760312317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1309028663760312317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/09/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5911109341149264624</id><published>2011-09-20T19:56:00.061-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:15:20.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Blog, it's September!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do5b4O68eLs/TnkuyISpKoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0rI7ILeRhbE/s1600/IMG_4780.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do5b4O68eLs/TnkuyISpKoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0rI7ILeRhbE/s320/IMG_4780.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654602245894384258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHsQOO60tgo/TnktW1BbmEI/AAAAAAAAAII/oArKVG1BAto/s1600/IMG_4769.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHsQOO60tgo/TnktW1BbmEI/AAAAAAAAAII/oArKVG1BAto/s320/IMG_4769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654600677353822274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6J2eMjQ66Y/TnksyzozdKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LX5GBpeu6Jo/s1600/IMG_4796.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g6J2eMjQ66Y/TnksyzozdKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/LX5GBpeu6Jo/s320/IMG_4796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654600058506802338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;div&gt;It's been too long since I've been by. Life is slipping past &amp;amp; I get too busy to write down all that's happening. (Journaling is hard for me to maintain for some reason?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend before last Keith &amp;amp; I spent the Friday, Saturday, &amp;amp; Sunday in West Jefferson &amp;amp; Boone, visiting Skye &amp;amp; enjoying being in the gorgeous Blue Ridge Mountains:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skye's been tickled to get back to Boone after a summer of interning with Appalshop in Whitesburg, Ky.-- says it's too small a town for a city girl:) She's now in her second year of Appalachian Studies' graduate school, &amp;amp; this fall is rooming with friend Rachel VandenEnde:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 of us loved listening to Boone's Friday night Outdoor Bluegrass Concert at the Jones' House, Saturday rode our bikes along the Boone green way &amp;amp; ate a delicious supper at Frasier's in W. Jefferson in the evening, &amp;amp; Sunday had brunch at the Boone Sunrise Grill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sweet time:)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the mountains &amp;amp; am always thankful to spend time there:) Especially with my baby girl:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Photos: Skye reading as we listen to the Forget Me Not's concert, the view from Skye's room overlooking the Appalachian campus, &amp;amp; the mountains from the Blue Ridge Parkway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5911109341149264624?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5911109341149264624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5911109341149264624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5911109341149264624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5911109341149264624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-blog-its-september.html' title='Hey Blog, it&apos;s September!'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Do5b4O68eLs/TnkuyISpKoI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0rI7ILeRhbE/s72-c/IMG_4780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4262951183086611078</id><published>2011-08-24T20:43:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:48:46.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day The Earth Shook</title><content type='html'>Thought I better journal about the earthquake yesterday for posterity. I mean it hasn't happened on the East Coast in 67 years!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays I'm usually off work &amp;amp; yesterday was no exception. I had decided to begin stripping the wallpaper in my master bath--I'd been thinking about doing it for a few years, but kept putting it off. Then recently we realized we have a leak in our shower &amp;amp; must replace our tiles. So since our tile man, Jeff, may start work this weekend (&amp;amp; I had two days off in a row--a rarity), I knew the time was right to DO it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays I also usually meet my lunch buddies to eat together &amp;amp; catch up on news, so I called Lorraine to check on our time &amp;amp; place. Nancy's away this week in NY settling her mom's estate. Jeannette can't always come, but she was free yesterday &amp;amp; told Lorraine she wanted to go to Crabtree Valley Mall for a change (we usually meet at Cary Mall). Lorraine wanted to go to Crabtree also, but I hesitated. I wanted to start my project. In the end I decided to drive over to meet them for lunch only, while they would walk beforehand &amp;amp; shop a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began on the bathroom &amp;amp; worked for a couple of hours. The wallpaper wasn't budging--what painful slow going!! Finally got to a stopping point, cleaned up the strips of paper, got my shower, &amp;amp; headed to Crabtree about 12:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were meeting at Panera, one of our favorite restaurants, whether at Crossroads or Beaver Creek or Crabtree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After ordering, finding a table, lo &amp;amp; behold, Seth &amp;amp; Kelley walked in! Ironic, especially since they showed up at Panera at Crossroads the last time my friends &amp;amp; I met there:)! Too funny:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After S&amp;amp;K ate &amp;amp; left to return to work, we were still talking when I suddenly realized the table &amp;amp; chairs were shaking!! I commented that we were NOT on the top floor (where oftentimes a crowd of people walking can cause vibrations), so why were we feeling the bottom floor moving??? It seemed to last at least 30 seconds or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They felt it too. It was a puzzle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, we didn't think much more about it after it stopped, &amp;amp; no one around us did either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, while looking around in JJill, a sales associate asked if anyone in the store had felt an earthquake. I raised my hand &amp;amp; said I HAD! Her friend had just called, telling her  there had been an earthquake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing! And hard to take in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Keith as soon as I got to the Cruiser. Was there really an earthquake? He said yes! Attempted to call Seth but couldn't get him on his iPhone--too many folks making calls. Wondered if he &amp;amp; Kelley had felt it too...(later Seth said they didn't; he felt cheated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting home the TV station news was on live reporting about the 5.8 earthquake. The epicenter was located in northern Va.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day!! Thankfully only damage to some buildings, including the National Cathedral in DC &amp;amp; the Washington Monument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe the vibrations were felt so far, from S.C. to Mass.!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And shook my table in Raleigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes me think about taking my "earthly home" for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4262951183086611078?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4262951183086611078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4262951183086611078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4262951183086611078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4262951183086611078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-earth-shook.html' title='The Day The Earth Shook'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6720287717411645777</id><published>2011-08-07T19:31:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T19:03:17.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibPIIqfTTAc/TkG8aZnMufI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yonbkMIhdyg/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibPIIqfTTAc/TkG8aZnMufI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yonbkMIhdyg/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638995370182490610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, August 7th, the Stewart Reunion was held at Cypress Church, address Cameron, NC, situated at a crossroads of  country roads in the Sandhills, surrounded by scrub oaks &amp;amp; skinny pines.&lt;div&gt;All my Mama's people settled there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any of you reading this not familiar with this area, Woodlake Golf Course &amp;amp; Subdivision is smack in the middle of where the Stewarts &amp;amp; Blues bought farmland after emigrating from their beloved Scotland generations ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mama talked about Scotland like she had seen it. She talked of Flora McDonald &amp;amp; Bonnie Prince Charlie like she'd met them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has oral tradition ended with her generation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often at a reunion, you get bits &amp;amp; pieces of history, &amp;amp; dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt May whispered to me: "I think John Pat might have become a minister:)" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(John Pat, my closest cousin, drowned at Linville Falls in the early '70's while celebrating the end of his junior year at NCSU)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Herminia reminisced, "We used to enjoy visiting you &amp;amp; going shopping in Raleigh:)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another comment: "You look more like your mother every year":) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, "You have diabetes too?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Which sister are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I commented a few times, "Who are they??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reunions connect families if you're willing to sit &amp;amp; listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too often we say "Hey, good to see you!", eat, &amp;amp; dash off to our next stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowing down a little may allow us to hear of dreams &amp;amp; stories we've never heard before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6720287717411645777?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6720287717411645777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6720287717411645777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6720287717411645777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6720287717411645777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibPIIqfTTAc/TkG8aZnMufI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yonbkMIhdyg/s72-c/IMG_0338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3065849754638934130</id><published>2011-08-01T19:15:00.026-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:17:04.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer Of Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The last few weeks have been strange. My health may be in jeopardy &amp;amp; it's worrisome. I'm not losing sleep but it consumes my thoughts when I'm not busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;About a year ago I mentioned to my doctor I had a cough that just wouldn't so away. She decided to send me to a radiologist for a chest CAT scan. I'd been coughing for months &amp;amp; couldn't shake it. Figured it was sinus related. Dr. Jordon put me on Prilosec &amp;amp; Zertec (which have helped quite a bit)---&amp;amp; to make absolutely sure she was covering all the bases, she referred me to an Endocopist (Dr. Ready), in addition to ordering the CAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Two weeks ago I underwent an endoscopy, where I fell in love with Demerol:) A simple test, pain free with wonderful sleep:) Dr. Ready thought everything looked good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I could have slept on for days:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By this April I'd had 2 or 3 CAT's , so last week I had one more. The area, the tiny "spot" they had been watching in the lower half of my right lung, all of a sudden showed up active. A whole .8 mm larger than months before:( The radiologist was alarmed enough to recommend to Dr. Jordon I have a Thoracic surgeon consultation. The test was at 10am, Dr. Jordon was giving me the news by 6pm the same night, &amp;amp; she called personally to relay the results. She said she thought I might be jumping through hoops &amp;amp; going in circles &amp;amp; nothing might come of it, but she urged me to check things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The next day Duke Thoracic Surgery, located on Old Wake Forest Road,  called, per Dr. Jordon's request, to set up at appt.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By 9am last Thursday I was in Dr. Chang's office discussing options. He suggested a PET scan, a biopsy, or removal of the mass. We both agreed on the PET scan option as a first step. I'm scheduled to have it this Thursday, August 4th. Hopefully the results will make further decisions easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;From all I've read a PET scan involves an hour of "waiting" beforehand, an hour of scanning, then an hour of "waiting" afterward--I'm not a good "waiter":(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's a comfort that my doctor is on top of things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's a comfort so many people are concerned &amp;amp; are praying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;The effective, fervent prayers of righteous women avails much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;(paraphrased from James 5:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm scheduled to talk with Dr. Chang Monday morning, August 8th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To be continued.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3065849754638934130?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3065849754638934130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3065849754638934130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3065849754638934130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3065849754638934130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-of-testing.html' title='A Summer Of Testing'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7083501193299855147</id><published>2011-07-24T21:37:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:52:33.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Must Be Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FKHSeOkjTc/TizKDMuxMPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sJS4BcUBftc/s1600/IMG_4568.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FKHSeOkjTc/TizKDMuxMPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sJS4BcUBftc/s320/IMG_4568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633099390239453426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Must Be Well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A hymn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the love of God our Savior, All will be well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free &amp;amp; changeless is His favor, All is well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious is the blood that healed us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect is the grace that sealed us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strong the hand stretched forth to shield us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All must be well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though we pass through tribulation, All will be well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ours is such a full salvation, All is well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy still in God confiding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruitful if in Christ's abiding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steadfast through the Spirit's guiding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All must be well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We expect a bright tomorrow; All will be well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith can sing through days of sorrow, All is well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our Father's love relying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus every need supplying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes in living or in dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All must be well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7083501193299855147?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7083501193299855147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7083501193299855147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7083501193299855147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7083501193299855147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/07/all-must-be-well.html' title='All Must Be Well'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5FKHSeOkjTc/TizKDMuxMPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/sJS4BcUBftc/s72-c/IMG_4568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2529737440505141489</id><published>2011-07-08T20:22:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:43:37.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rjLtWgCObw/TheiFSoi48I/AAAAAAAAAHc/dWifLUek6Wc/s1600/IMG_4658.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Browns. Carsons. McFarland. And many others:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Folks from Texas &amp;amp; NC &amp;amp; Pa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet fellowship:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed updates of Seth's app Downcast success--checked his status all day long:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evening time in Pittsburgh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seth, Skye, &amp;amp; I, drenched waiting for the fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith &amp;amp; Cameron, saying goodbyes to grandma &amp;amp; grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Fourth filled with marvelous family memories:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. But--missed Kelley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2529737440505141489?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2529737440505141489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2529737440505141489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2529737440505141489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2529737440505141489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-fourth.html' title='July Fourth'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rjLtWgCObw/TheiFSoi48I/AAAAAAAAAHc/dWifLUek6Wc/s72-c/IMG_4658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5569618222566059992</id><published>2011-06-25T17:18:00.029-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:51:06.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9FE8abWieM/TgZRKsSu4WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W4AVdAm89Ek/s1600/IMG_4579.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9FE8abWieM/TgZRKsSu4WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W4AVdAm89Ek/s320/IMG_4579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622270428948914530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo here was shot in a local Apex restaurant. I love the atmosphere of the place (&amp;amp; the food). Since July 4th is around the corner, I decided to share this creative American flag piece of artwork made from softballs--American all around:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family's planning a Pa. trip again this 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited. I can't think of much more I enjoy than traveling &amp;amp; visiting the Mc Clan with my clan:) Kelley will not be able to go, so that is a big negative:( But hopefully she'll have fun doing her artistic thing in her sweet bungalow while we're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Skye's interning in Ky. this summer we're planning to rendezvous with her in Wytheville, Va. A friend of friends has agreed to let her park her car at their home while she travels with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year over the 4th we traveled to Pa. also, minus Seth &amp;amp; Kelley (who were visiting best buds in Fla.), so it'll be nice to have Seth along this year. Since Keith's mom &amp;amp; dad are 90 &amp;amp; 88, we NEED to make extra trips to visit them. And we've found being in Pittsburgh during the BIG weekend is so cool:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith's mom's family, the Brown's, have a July 4th family picnic where we get to catch up with many of the McFarland/Brown relatives:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An annual car show in Keith's home town of New Castle the same weekend brings together hundreds of fans, including cousins, who drive their prized cars downtown &amp;amp; park them to be inspected &amp;amp; admired. Keith &amp;amp; I have been once before &amp;amp; hope to go again this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll visit Mom &amp;amp; Dad who live right in the middle of Pittsburgh as often as we can. We never stay too long--it's tiring for everyone in a place that's a beehive of activity. Mom has moved into her own apartment in the same facility since Christmas, so it'll be interesting to see her "new" place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year Keith, Cameron, Skye, &amp;amp; I watched fireworks up "close &amp;amp; personal" along the Ohio River in Pittsburgh. The skyline is beautiful &amp;amp; the display was spectacular:) Hope to do that again:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A change this trip; we're staying at a motel between Keith's sister's house in Beaver Falls &amp;amp; his parents in Pittsburgh. We have no idea how it will be, but thought we'd try it. In the last 4 years since Mom &amp;amp; Dad moved to the retirement home in the city, Keith's sister has graciously found friends who open their homes to us while they are away on vacation. It's been such a blessing &amp;amp; we've been so grateful, but, not always ideal for everybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point we're contemplating whether to take one car or two. One car is small for 5 adults, even Cameron's Subaru, but two cars seems too much?? Just not sure. (And Skye's Neon is not one that should go!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praying our days spent together will bring sweet times &amp;amp; precious memories:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you LORD for life, liberty, &amp;amp; the pursuit of happiness:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless America:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5569618222566059992?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5569618222566059992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5569618222566059992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5569618222566059992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5569618222566059992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/06/july-trip.html' title='July Trip'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9FE8abWieM/TgZRKsSu4WI/AAAAAAAAAGk/W4AVdAm89Ek/s72-c/IMG_4579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5848435963896460796</id><published>2011-06-04T20:18:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T22:11:07.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memorial Day Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FImpuwoROgs/TerdyLNW3bI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCSsVqPOg1s/s1600/IMG_4574.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FImpuwoROgs/TerdyLNW3bI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCSsVqPOg1s/s320/IMG_4574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614543739542756786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13kAf8QqKR4/TerMB_hixJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-IQFBK6dqJM/s1600/IMG_4563.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-13kAf8QqKR4/TerMB_hixJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-IQFBK6dqJM/s320/IMG_4563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614524220074804370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early Thursday afternoon, May 27th, Keith &amp;amp; I packed up the Cruiser, loaded up our bikes, &amp;amp; headed to the Virginia mountains. We planned to bike the New River Rail Trail, then travel west to bike the Guest River Gorge Trail--three days of sightseeing in the scenic area of Virginia just north of the NC line.&lt;div&gt;We'd made reservations at the Hillsville Hampton Inn for the first night. A nice motel right along Interstate 77. After unpacking, we ate supper at a local restaurant next door. Sad to say the country cooking was mediocre:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After returning to our room, thunderstorms rolled in &amp;amp; the rain poured for hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning after breakfast, the rain began again. Our New River bike ride was out. But, we decided to scout out the trail where we would have started. It was quite isolated. I'm not sure I would have felt safe if we had been able to ride. Still, the countryside was pretty. So, under gray, wet skies, we began zig zagging through the mountains to Abingdon, Virginia, two hours away. (We even rode right by the Creeper Trail, where we've ridden three previous trips:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After arriving we had a quick lunch &amp;amp; toured Abingdon. It is a pretty historic town of brick buildings &amp;amp; homes, typical of older Virginia towns. We toured a Craft Center, then stopped by an Arts &amp;amp; Crafts shop run by local artists. Met a friendly lady who was very warm &amp;amp; helpful:) Also saw some lovely art pieces &amp;amp; bought a few pretty things:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate supper at the local Crackerbarrel, a delicious change from our previous evening's meal:) Sometimes there's something to be said about a dependable chain restaurant, &amp;amp; this was one of those times:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the night at our second Hampton Inn, even nicer than the first, since Keith had surprised me by upgrading our room to one with a whirlpool:) That jacuzzi really felt great, even after only sight-seeing all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday dawned sunny &amp;amp; bright, a great biking day:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed west to find our next trail, about an hour away. Guest River Gorge trail is isolated as well, but there was a parking lot, restrooms, &amp;amp; 5 or 6 cars, all good signs for me:) (The photo above is near the beginning of the path) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keith &amp;amp; I aren't in very good physical shape this year since we haven't ridden much, so we knew we wouldn't go the entire length of the 5 mile trail, because we'd have to "climb" back out. But the scenery was worth seeing. After going through a tunnel, the trail crossed over the river via a bridge, then followed along the water the two miles we traveled; beautiful cliffs on one side, lots of shade trees, &amp;amp; the swift running water cascading over huge boulders...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We probably met 4 or 5 people/groups along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finishing our ride &amp;amp; returning to the Cruiser, we turned west again, toward Natural Tunnel State Park. Another winding road trip:) Along the way we rounded a rise between mountains, &amp;amp; were totally surprised to see a HUGE hybrid power plant spread throughout the entire little valley!! It was enormous! Shocking in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By early afternoon we found Natural Tunnel State Park &amp;amp; checked out the tunnel from an overlook. It was a steep, sharp, drop-off to the "floor" &amp;amp; the tunnel, so Keith took a number of photos from the overlook. We both decided against riding the cable cars to the bottom. My height phobia had  kicked in big time:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must say the park itself is pretty--very tall shady trees, has a pool, &amp;amp; the campsites were full, a good sign people enjoy the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After finding a McDonald's in a nearby town, we ate lunch, then began our trek back to Abingdon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way Keith didn't feel great, &amp;amp; by the time we returned to our motel, he was feeling pretty crummy:( Which lasted the rest of the evening &amp;amp; all night:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a good memory, especially on vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We suspect food poisoning--yuck:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, by Sunday morning he felt like he could ride, so we set off for home by 9am. Our return route took us by Wytheville, then on to I77 again, &amp;amp; NC. I'm sure he was ready to get home--I felt like he was flying through those mountains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in Apex by 1:30. We had made good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cameron helped us unload the bikes &amp;amp; bring in the luggage---conveniently he &amp;amp; Holly were at the house, taking care of Wyatt, when we drove in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A strange trip. It had it's good times. We loved being in the mountains. Our lodgings were excellent:) Our bike ride was gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes it rains, &amp;amp;, no one likes to be sick away from home:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, we made it home safe &amp;amp; sound, &amp;amp; Keith felt good enough by Sunday evening to do sound for the McKee Musical Concert (photo above). A great way to END a strange trip on Memorial Day Weekend:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5848435963896460796?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5848435963896460796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5848435963896460796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5848435963896460796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5848435963896460796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorial-day-trip.html' title='A Memorial Day Trip'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FImpuwoROgs/TerdyLNW3bI/AAAAAAAAAGc/JCSsVqPOg1s/s72-c/IMG_4574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3636147789696578667</id><published>2011-05-15T17:32:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T18:54:50.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball season again--whoo hoo:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDi6mN2BUoQ/TdWdf8OInyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pT-nsNMFYaA/s1600/IMG_0674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDi6mN2BUoQ/TdWdf8OInyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pT-nsNMFYaA/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608562083026738978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwJwd_ge_LI/TdBHGfYSf-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0oFPSF5b0Cg/s1600/IMG_3861.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kwJwd_ge_LI/TdBHGfYSf-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0oFPSF5b0Cg/s320/IMG_3861.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607059712904429538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace softball began in April. What a fun time of year:) Nothing like watching church softball two evenings a week. The weather's mild, the fellowship is sweet, the popcorn's delicious, &amp;amp; the boys have a grand time throwin' (Ole time North Carolinians would say "thowin') that softball &amp;amp; battin' around:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Peace C team were runner's up last year--that's as far as they like to go. If they win the championship they have to move up to the B League. They've done that---then got slammed back down to the C League the following year:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the fellas wear their Cary "Finalist" shirts with pride:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the boys enjoy being on the "C" Field of Dreams for an hour or so....each night praying they'll be able to play every minute &amp;amp; won't have to hear the coach say "Hey, you got to let all the fellas play, so it's your turn to sit the bench!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a fan, we love every minute too...catching up on each other's news, cheering, offering advice. Sweet times:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea for Peace softball team fellowship time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3636147789696578667?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3636147789696578667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3636147789696578667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3636147789696578667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3636147789696578667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/05/softball-season-again-whoo-hoo.html' title='Softball season again--whoo hoo:)'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KDi6mN2BUoQ/TdWdf8OInyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/pT-nsNMFYaA/s72-c/IMG_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-764638442148369931</id><published>2011-04-23T20:04:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:13:06.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter by Elizabeth Elliot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;When the chief priests, temple officers, and elders came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;to the Garden of Gethsemane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;to arrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;they succeeded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;only because a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;sovereign God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;permitted them to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jesus pointed out that He was teaching daily in the Temple, yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;they never laid a finger on Him then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now they were after Him with swords and staves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;"But this is your hour, and the power of darkness is yours" (Lk 22:53 JBP).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who gave them that hour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Who allowed them the power to capture Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;without whose leave not even a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;sparrow can fall to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;God is omnipotent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;never slumbering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;just,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;righteous, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;forever in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;He was not taken by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;All was working then, as it is always working, into a pattern for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our own difficulties often appear to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Our tragedies look wildly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;uncontrolled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;They are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;They are subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Limits are set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;God is quietly at work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;standing in the shadows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;ceaselessly watching over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;His children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The light shines on in the dark, and the darkness has never mastered it" (Jn l:5 NEB).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Elisabeth Elliot, 1926 –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;revised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-764638442148369931?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/764638442148369931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=764638442148369931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/764638442148369931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/764638442148369931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-by-elizabeth-elliot.html' title='Easter by Elizabeth Elliot'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-101016069617935435</id><published>2011-04-21T16:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:39:22.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6xmOJ9TnIg/TbCgoagp0HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6Cn1cULL1O8/s1600/IMG_4118.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6xmOJ9TnIg/TbCgoagp0HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6Cn1cULL1O8/s320/IMG_4118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598150952993017970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Winter &amp;amp; Spring I've been a bit blue. I've decided maybe I'm dealing with empty nest syndrome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skye comes home less. She stays fewer days. This isn't her primary location anymore. Her important stuff is located in Boone. A good thing for her, making her way in the world. An adjustment for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess most of my identity is wrapped up in my children. I've been a mom for 37 years. A long time. And someone was right under my wing until 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what am I doing? What is my identity?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed to have long time friends that still take time to have lunch with me about once a week:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work part time at Hallmark &amp;amp; love my co-workers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I volunteer for a mercy ministry at church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my Bible Study sisters--we meet weekly:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like checking out Facebook &amp;amp; my emails &amp;amp; watching TV (especially March Madness &amp;amp; UNC basketball). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love watching Peace softball games, hanging out with dear church friends (April-June)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love reading my Kindle!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my Wyatt:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love doing a painting project or bike or have lunch with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love that Cameron &amp;amp; Seth &amp;amp; Kelley live CLOSE:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to travel &amp;amp; visit extended family:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love my hubby--who doesn't care that I don't like to cook anymore:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's cathartic to lists all those blessings:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My health is good, even though I need to be more diligent with my diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord willing, I'll overcome this dry time, in time:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully journaling will return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't give up on me blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-101016069617935435?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/101016069617935435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=101016069617935435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/101016069617935435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/101016069617935435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E6xmOJ9TnIg/TbCgoagp0HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6Cn1cULL1O8/s72-c/IMG_4118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8653446485492940965</id><published>2011-03-27T19:09:00.033-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:34:52.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>March Sadness/Madness Notes</title><content type='html'>I haven't written much lately. &lt;div&gt;Little inspiration nudging me to put my thoughts down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late winter &amp;amp; spring have been a bit of a downer for me for some reason...nothing to put my finger on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, in the past few weeks since March 11th I've been obsessed with world news, specifically anything to do with Japan's tragic earthquake &amp;amp; tsumani. CNN has replaced HGTV in my life--whoa! Serious, heartbreaking, life-changing, TV, as it was in Indonesia &amp;amp; Haiti &amp;amp; New Orleans &amp;amp; of course 9/11. Life crisis on a grand scale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been mesmerized:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Add to that the opposite; fun hair-raising, nail-biting March Madness, with UNC &amp;amp; Duke going to the Sweet Sixteen &amp;amp; my UNC team making it to the Elite Eight. Watching both teams play great ball has been exhilarating:) A great feat since Keith &amp;amp; I have taken two weekend trips out of town since the Madness began! You should try finding sports stations on a car radio traveling through numerous states or trying to find a TV at each place you visit which is broadcasting your game!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this afternoon Kentucky ended UNC's ride. UNC began their season looking pretty pitiful, but ended it going further than the 2010 NCAA champs' Duke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way to go Heels:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will miss watching/hearing your every move, keeping me on edge, making me feel like I might have a heart attack, for 2 solid hours per game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Also cheered wildly for Duke until they were stopped in their tracks last week. They did well too:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An exciting tournament this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been mesmerized:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Japan &amp;amp; their people, I hope &amp;amp; pray they will come out of their desperate situation somehow better than before, yet knowing with thousands dying, March 11th will go down in history as one of the tragic dates filled with unbearable sadness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In these times, we never tire of the countless heroic stories. Hope springs eternal in the deepest of pits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will nuclear power plants do in the future to prepare for the safety of people during a crisis? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can we prepare for a tsumani?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can the world help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can one individual help--One contribution, one kindness, one prayer, at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8653446485492940965?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8653446485492940965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8653446485492940965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8653446485492940965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8653446485492940965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-sadnessmadness-notes.html' title='March Sadness/Madness Notes'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7676980230156628126</id><published>2011-03-10T20:34:00.027-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:00:15.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xkFsGv9w-k/TXl8HVnPL9I/AAAAAAAAGrg/t17mctVBXNI/s1600/IMG_4483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xkFsGv9w-k/TXl8HVnPL9I/AAAAAAAAGrg/t17mctVBXNI/s320/IMG_4483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday, spurred on by DIL Kelley's offer to help, I invited all the family to join me in a painting party, painting our living room, stairwell, &amp;amp; second floor landing:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;A great idea because it felt pretty daunting to do such an undertaking on my own:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;After the family pitched in to help me paint our bedroom for Mother's Day 2 years ago, &amp;amp; it turned out looking super fine, I figured I was in good hands:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;I asked Kelley what day suited her &amp;amp; she answered immediately that March 5th was good for her. Good for extra "womanpower" too, since Skye would be home:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;So, the previous Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday I stripped the border off the living room walls (took 2 hours to put up &amp;amp; 6 hours to remove!) &amp;amp; taped off the trim work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;Saturday morning Cameron, Seth, Kelley, &amp;amp; Three arrived about 9am. Cameron had picked up Bojangles' biscuits to "fortify" us for our day's work--a bit heavy cholesterol-wise, but oh so good:)! Armed with coffee and a sausage &amp;amp; egg biscuit, I was ready to tackle the project:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;Kelley, Skye, &amp;amp; I  grabbed our brushes &amp;amp; rollers &amp;amp; began painting the living room walls gray--Evening Twilight by Velspar. Went on like cream:) It has primer in it &amp;amp; covered in one coat like a dream:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;I do recommend it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;While we painted, the guys were discussing how to rig up the ladder to reach the stairwell ceiling, a real bugaboo:( That discussion &amp;amp; figuring out the solution lasted about as long as it took us girls to finish painting the living room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;But, the logistics were ironed out, a trip to Lowe's was involved, &amp;amp; Skye volunteered to "scale the heights" of the tall ladder to do the trim brush work along the ceiling while Cameron held the ladder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;Cameron rolled part of the stairwell,  Seth rolled the last wall of the living room while Kelley zipped out the landing (with a little help from me), &amp;amp; finished rolling the stairwell with Seth's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;And Keith did the dirty job of cleaning the brushes &amp;amp; pans &amp;amp; rollers:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;Great teamwork:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;Kelley, I so appreciate your offer to help. It wouldn't have happened without you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;PS. Seth looked after Three-Three &amp;amp; Wyatt during all this commotion:) Plus ordered pizza for lunch:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;By 3, all was FINISHED:)!! The walls looked clean &amp;amp; fabulous!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;We were all TIRED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;But I must say there's no better way to get a project done:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;Thank you, Kelley, Seth, Cameron, Skye &amp;amp; Keith:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7676980230156628126?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7676980230156628126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7676980230156628126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7676980230156628126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7676980230156628126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/03/family-project.html' title='A Family Project'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1xkFsGv9w-k/TXl8HVnPL9I/AAAAAAAAGrg/t17mctVBXNI/s72-c/IMG_4483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3507252411405753422</id><published>2011-02-26T18:28:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:25:42.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of February--Whew.</title><content type='html'>Today is the last Sunday of February. &lt;div&gt;I am glad to see it go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either we've had freezing weather or occasional days of mild weather with harsh gusty winds (dislike wind). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And little rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forecasters tell us we're already in a drought--this may make for a long 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;March may have winter like days/nights but in reality it's the beginning of spring in NC.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buds are sprouting, forsythia is blooming, daffodils are appearing, cherry trees are blooming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring is always uplifting for the soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunrises &amp;amp; sunsets are glorious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nights are still chilly, but as the day progresses the air warms &amp;amp; swirls around us like bathwater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birds are singing:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People become less grumpy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody flocks outdoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel joy renewed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 5px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" class="sqtdq" style="background-color: rgb(237, 241, 247); padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/expect_to_have_hope_rekindled-expect_your_prayers/346540.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Expect to have hope rekindled.&lt;br /&gt;Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways.&lt;br /&gt;The dry seasons in life do not last.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;b&gt;spring&lt;/b&gt; rains will come again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 3px; "&gt; &lt;a class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/sarah_ban_breathnach/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;Sarah Ban Breathnach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3507252411405753422?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3507252411405753422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3507252411405753422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3507252411405753422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3507252411405753422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/02/end-of-february-whew.html' title='The End of February--Whew.'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-473228496853763562</id><published>2011-02-17T18:56:00.065-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:29:19.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=';'/><title type='text'>On My Mind Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiXpBRmnyx0/TV3CNISS4lI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_HgOFkqVMLI/s1600/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiXpBRmnyx0/TV3CNISS4lI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_HgOFkqVMLI/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574825444572848722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. K. &amp;amp; I need to make a will &amp;amp; fill out End of Life forms.&lt;div&gt;2. The house needs: painted outside, painted inside, wallpaper stripped in living room &amp;amp; kitchen &amp;amp; master bath, hardwoods refinished, bathrooms remodeled, living room carpet replaced, kitchen updated. Whew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Dream of a trip to Scotland; for our 45th wedding anniversary &amp;amp; to take Skye to see the Isle of Skye (with all the family:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Always wanted to do a family trip to upstate NY to show the kids where K. &amp;amp; I lived as newlyweds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Would love a family trip to Santa Fe, NM, &amp;amp; the Grand Canyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Dream of traveling to San Francisco, taking a train across the US &amp;amp; through Canada, seeing Glacier National Park, visiting Europe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Should be more careful with my Diabetic diet--definitely should!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Reading on my Kindle "A Journey" by Tony Blair...very good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Am I doing what the Lord requires of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-473228496853763562?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/473228496853763562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=473228496853763562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/473228496853763562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/473228496853763562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/02/on-my-mind-lately.html' title='On My Mind Lately'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiXpBRmnyx0/TV3CNISS4lI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_HgOFkqVMLI/s72-c/IMG_0640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6667592820402625926</id><published>2011-01-30T19:06:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:21:00.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TUX-7hDEPbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/w_VRKMilplk/s1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TUX-7hDEPbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/w_VRKMilplk/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568136812750454194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"   style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sky of the sky of a tree called life;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/here-is-the-deepest-secret-nobody-knows-here-is/762416.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry it in my heart.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;E.E. Commings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6667592820402625926?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6667592820402625926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6667592820402625926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6667592820402625926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6667592820402625926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-valentine.html' title='My Valentine'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TUX-7hDEPbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/w_VRKMilplk/s72-c/IMG_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3552651287537381399</id><published>2011-01-20T18:28:00.035-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:05:40.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Old Gracefully...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TTjFxhgRQUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGNFoZo_644/s320/IMG_4419.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564414794214228290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It brings thoughts of promise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;new beginnings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;new dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;old dreams fulfilled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;more time with precious friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;less time complaining,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eating well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;walking more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;reading the Bible more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;reading more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;smiling more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hugging more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;treasuring family times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;traveling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;encouraging others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;being kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;loving the unlovable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;comforting those in need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;being more compassionate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;reaching out to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;resting peacefully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;being still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;lavishing loved ones with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;savoring a good cup of coffee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;relishing the moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;looking up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;thinking before speaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;laughing at myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;traveling more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;being thankful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;saying thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;praying without ceasing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praising the Lord,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;allowing myself to be inspired anew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe buying a pair of red cowgirl boots:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3552651287537381399?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3552651287537381399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3552651287537381399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3552651287537381399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3552651287537381399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-old-gracefully.html' title='Growing Old Gracefully...'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TTjFxhgRQUI/AAAAAAAAAEk/PGNFoZo_644/s72-c/IMG_4419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2788280376060586654</id><published>2011-01-05T21:15:00.067-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:55:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSut-YK7arI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0kT07JD1v1I/s1600/IMG_4404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSut-YK7arI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0kT07JD1v1I/s320/IMG_4404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560729452070791858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSunNscF0SI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BpAM1sZaTpM/s320/IMG_4356.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560722018628129058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSul85EWJzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9etPsImdrmI/s1600/IMG_4360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSul85EWJzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9etPsImdrmI/s320/IMG_4360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560720630448793394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSulmKaRyoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UKPtdPeMKIk/s1600/IMG_4363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSulmKaRyoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UKPtdPeMKIk/s320/IMG_4363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560720239967193730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSukq-dVt6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hUc4_d5hjzU/s1600/IMG_4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSukq-dVt6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hUc4_d5hjzU/s320/IMG_4348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560719223146526626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSukR4ZmkLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1BxZHLg7K3M/s1600/IMG_4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSukR4ZmkLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1BxZHLg7K3M/s320/IMG_4370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560718792023511218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSujsTCnpsI/AAAAAAAAADs/DH_jh0C3iTM/s1600/IMG_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSujsTCnpsI/AAAAAAAAADs/DH_jh0C3iTM/s320/IMG_4397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560718146339841730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSujKaQ0SdI/AAAAAAAAADk/hR7r9h-LHKE/s320/IMG_4378.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560717564162886098" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, Christmas morning, everybody gathered here at 8am to open gifts &amp;amp; have Christmas brunch--egg &amp;amp; sausage casserole, oj, coffee, blueberries, &amp;amp; tea rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening gifts took a while, especially with Wyatt &amp;amp; Three Three entertaining us simultaneously:) Skye loved her aqua KitchenAid mixer, Keith was excited about his gas blower, Cameron really liked his Rock Band Keyboard, Kelley seemed glad to see her king comforter, &amp;amp; I loved my jewelry &amp;amp; new Kindle cover:)! Blessings galore:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By noon, S&amp;amp;K &amp;amp; Three Three had to leave to celebrate at K's mom &amp;amp; dad's. Cameron stayed on most of the afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow was forecast for the afternoon/evening so we were all on snow watch:) I prayed for enough snow I wouldn't have to work Sunday:) And, low &amp;amp; behold, the Lord answered that prayer! By the following morning we had 7 inches of the most glorious fluffy white stuff!! A first for NC on Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My extra special Christmas treat...a Sunday to sleep in, rest, &amp;amp; pack for our trip to Pa. A day for our part of the world to be calm &amp;amp; quiet since most activities in the area were cancelled--no church, no traffic, just a peaceful beautiful snow day in N.C. A day to look forward to our time the following week with the Mc Clan, a whole week away from regular routine, a week to be with family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sweet:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2788280376060586654?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2788280376060586654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2788280376060586654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2788280376060586654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2788280376060586654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-in-photos.html' title='Christmas in Photos'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TSut-YK7arI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0kT07JD1v1I/s72-c/IMG_4404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1400483174943537999</id><published>2010-12-25T21:04:00.034-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:35:15.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TRalMTs8vJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_UlS57sml2E/s1600/IMG_4336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TRalMTs8vJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_UlS57sml2E/s320/IMG_4336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554808821273902226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sweet day of family &amp;amp; good food &amp;amp; nice gifts:) A day to relax after the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of the season:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight weather forecasters are predicting a possible 3-6 inches of snow! Could we end the night with a white Christmas? It would be the first measurable snowfall on Christmas since 1947! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TRajeGp8VjI/AAAAAAAAACw/EQUlf39wxlo/s320/IMG_4362.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554806927986021938" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I'd love to spend tomorrow packing for our trip to Pa. rather than going to work--but time will tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to all this new year of 2011. May it be one of delight, compassion, deep peace within, &amp;amp; sweet joy in each new day, for every day is a gift:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top photo: a dusting of snow a few weeks ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottom photo: the Mc girls, Kelley, Skye, &amp;amp; Brenda opening gifts this morning:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1400483174943537999?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1400483174943537999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1400483174943537999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1400483174943537999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1400483174943537999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TRalMTs8vJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_UlS57sml2E/s72-c/IMG_4336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6452614956753099814</id><published>2010-12-12T13:54:00.038-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:59:38.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TQUlrUxx5bI/AAAAAAAAACk/yYhbvryjVs0/s1600/IMG_3318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TQUlrUxx5bI/AAAAAAAAACk/yYhbvryjVs0/s320/IMG_3318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883542046107058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TQUlVYpG29I/AAAAAAAAACc/uc0p-quei6o/s320/IMG_3312.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549883165126351826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Will we get out Christmas letters/cards this year--stamps are bought, draft is written, but...I'm writing this blog instead:)?&lt;div&gt;2. Will I get down the big tree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Will I get Swedish Tea Rings made?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Will my cold/cough go away??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Will we have another snow dusting before Christmas? It's been cold enough lately:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Will Skye be able to get home this week after the blizzard forecast for Boone the 13th/14th?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Will I figure out what to get Keith for his birthday/Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Will we have bad weather traveling to/from Pa. the week after Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Will I find joy in my job this Christmas season (need an attitude adjustment some days:))?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Will calmness &amp;amp; peace be foremost in my life this season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Will I find time to get a haircut &amp;amp; a pedicure--sort of essential for a happier me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Will I get Wyatt to the groomers for a bath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Will I be able to meet with my care receiver before Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Need to finish shopping:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Have our girls' birthday celebration for Lorraine Dec. 14th at Brigg's:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Plan to spend Dec. 21st shopping with Lisa &amp;amp; Kathy:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Have a Small Group lunch Dec. 18th at Biaggi's:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Have a couples' birthday celebration for Keith &amp;amp; Lorraine Dec. 17th:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Where will we celebrate Keith's birthday lunch with the family Dec. 19th?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Plan to go see Tron at the IMAX Dec. 18th with Lindsay, Cameron, Seth, Skye:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. What will I serve for Christmas morning brunch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Will I give generously to those who need my help/my time/my smile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Will I remember countless times daily to be thankful &amp;amp; grateful for the lavish love of the Father who pours out His love &amp;amp; blessings upon me continually!:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give this all to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6452614956753099814?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6452614956753099814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6452614956753099814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6452614956753099814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6452614956753099814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-wish-list.html' title='December Wish List'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TQUlrUxx5bI/AAAAAAAAACk/yYhbvryjVs0/s72-c/IMG_3318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3889240034375549493</id><published>2010-11-30T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:08:20.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome December 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TPW4pWieUhI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/aXf-RShK-VY/s1600/IMG_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TPW4pWieUhI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/aXf-RShK-VY/s320/IMG_3313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:LEFT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span &gt;"Christmas is a time of little time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: 400; "&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;big&gt;H&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;ow we get there is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;R&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;acing madly mall-to-mall, we climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;I&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;nto fields of sunlit harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;S&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;hopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;T&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;rimming house and tree while working, too;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;M&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;aking phone calls, wrapping, writing cards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;A&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;s all worn out we do what we must do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;S&lt;/big&gt;&lt;span &gt;o that this day of joy might joy renew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-  Nicholas Gordon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3889240034375549493?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3889240034375549493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3889240034375549493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3889240034375549493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3889240034375549493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-december-2010.html' title='Welcome December 2010'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TPW4pWieUhI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/aXf-RShK-VY/s72-c/IMG_3313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3072270731424431968</id><published>2010-11-18T20:28:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:13:29.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fair</title><content type='html'>Life tends to be unfair. Now, I don't know who came up with the notion that life should be fair (I'm sure it's an American idea), but most of us buy into it, hook, line, &amp;amp; sinker.&lt;div&gt;Well--surprise, it isn't! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're shocked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always shocked when I beat my head against the unfairness "wall".  Oh my, &amp;amp; I whine with the best, &amp;amp; complain, &amp;amp; carry on like a 5 year old:( And I'm long past 5.&lt;div&gt;My latest tirade: I have to work all Thanksgiving week. And Skye is coming home. And Keith's niece Molly is visiting for the week. This is her first visit in years--who will entertain Molly? When will I see Skye? I've really missed her this summer &amp;amp; fall:( And they both are craving home cooked meals...well, so am I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, many people work all week. I'm not the only one--Not. At. All. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it will turn out ok, I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see Skye &amp;amp; Molly in the evenings. They can meet me for lunch. Seth &amp;amp; Kelley can have them over. Cameron can drop in. I will have Thanksgiving Day off.  Plus a BIG THANKS to my DIL, Kelley, (&amp;amp; Seth) who has offered her house for the feast on Thursday:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless your heart, Kelley:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Keith can gather the troops Friday &amp;amp; Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure why it's worked out that my co-worker Jane &amp;amp; I are carrying the load next week, but our manager Yvonne &amp;amp; co-worker Toni need to spend time away, cuddling with grandchildren. There's nothing in me that can argue that loving on grandkids is less important than my schedule. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kids are adults &amp;amp; they can do fine without me (did I really say that)??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attitude is a decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray I will have a thankful attitude as I celebrate Thanksgiving this year:) Because I am so grateful for my countless blessings:)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3072270731424431968?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3072270731424431968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3072270731424431968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3072270731424431968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3072270731424431968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-fair.html' title='Thanksgiving Fair'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3080706336972386783</id><published>2010-11-09T19:58:00.065-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:37:32.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip To Visit Janie &amp; Tour Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TNthQ0F9WoI/AAAAAAAAACA/ttqHde_Hf78/s1600/IMG_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TNthQ0F9WoI/AAAAAAAAACA/ttqHde_Hf78/s320/IMG_4202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538127108271594114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TNn-y0pXdrI/AAAAAAAAABw/ypRbb-Mp078/s1600/IMG_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TNn-y0pXdrI/AAAAAAAAABw/ypRbb-Mp078/s320/IMG_4217.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537737365907797682" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TNoEDa3HQzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RcebAYnJ2-A/s320/IMG_4256.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537743148602049330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TNnvfPjphlI/AAAAAAAAABo/9BKEQzTCSPk/s320/IMG_4251.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537720536859772498" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Early last Friday morning Cameron gave us a ride to RDU to catch a flight to Boston. It's rare Keith &amp;amp; I fly, so this was a real treat! Before boarding, we ordered breakfast &amp;amp; read the newspaper while watching the sun rise across the runway :)&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;We were flying to the Boston area to visit a dear friend who we've known since 1972. Janie was one of the girls in our church youth group back when Keith &amp;amp; I lived in Stone Ridge, NY, in '69-'73.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last December Janie &amp;amp; her friend Louise had a "wild hair". For Janie's birthday they decided to take a Jetblue special ($29 for 24 hrs.) to Raleigh to visit us! We hadn't seen her in 34 years! It was a "wild" time in more ways than one since Keith ended up in the hospital for emergency surgery the very evening they arrived!! After the exciting 24 hours in NC, Janie kept inviting us up to her neck of the woods, &amp;amp; finally, finally, we decided to go:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain greeted us at Logan Airport. We grabbed our luggage &amp;amp; picked up our Dodge Charger rental car. Our plan was to see some of the city sights &amp;amp; surrounding countryside. Not an easy feat in a strange city, but Keith's Droid GPS helped figure it out. We drove by MIT &amp;amp; Harvard, &amp;amp; along JFK Ave., before touring the coastline north of Boston. Even with overcast skies the water &amp;amp; clouds &amp;amp; ocean were dramatic, &amp;amp; the scenery was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By late afternoon we checked into our Norwood Courtyard motel, where I immediately took a little nap. Around 7pm we met Janie at her house where she introduced us to her new friend Michael &amp;amp; her son David. She suggested a local restaurant in downtown Norwood for dinner. We enjoyed catching up with one another's news &amp;amp; quizzing Michael &amp;amp; David. Before departing we agreed to the Saturday "tourist plan" which would begin the following morning at 10am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday's destination was Cape Cod, with Janie at the wheel &amp;amp; Michael riding shotgun. The scenery was nothing like what I had pictured in my mind! Instead of sandy, windswept landscapes, the Cape was covered in thick fall colored hardwoods, with narrow windy roads that reminded me more of mountain scenery than island coast views. Saltbox houses tucked in among the trees everywhere. And the beaches were sand &amp;amp; dunes &amp;amp; seaweed covered, not rocky like the northern beaches around Marblehead &amp;amp; Glouster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was at least an hour or more to Chatham from Norwood, the "elbow" of the arm of Cape Cod, where we ate lunch at a local bar. Janie &amp;amp; I had delicious lobster salads:) Both the "boys" wouldn't touch seafood--good grief, what they do miss:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward we checked out the gift shops, bought some fudge, then called it a day on the Cape &amp;amp; headed back. We said goodnight to Janie &amp;amp; Michael, all happy to spend the day together, yet exhausted &amp;amp; ready to rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning dawned cloudy &amp;amp; gray like Friday, &amp;amp; Janie had a plan. Thinking ahead she had collected metro passes from friends so we could travel around the city free:)! On the way downtown to park at Mass General (where she works),  Janie gave us a tour of the suburbs of Brookline &amp;amp; Newton, both filled with beautiful tall hardwoods &amp;amp; "McMansion" homes. Everywhere there were majestic trees; in the medians, filling the parks, blanketing the subdivisions!! Countless parks around Boston:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day was windy &amp;amp; chilly. After getting to Quincy by metro, the 4 of us stopped to watch an Australian street performer. Michael &amp;amp; Keith were 'volunteered' to help entertain. The performer was amazing, &amp;amp; oh so funny!! A fun way to begin the day:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping was next on the agenda. We browsed a while, then bought gelato &amp;amp; coffee:) After winding up "my" shopping spree, we took a short ferry ride to see the USS Constitution--burr, a cold ride:(!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Constitution is a beautiful ship but small:) Hard to believe she could weather the huge Atlantic Ocean. (We had to be searched to get on board!) After crossing back on the ferry, we caught the metro to begin our trip home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with Louise, Janie's friend &amp;amp; neighbor, was at 6pm:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Louise served us a delicious meal. She enjoys dinner parties &amp;amp; we enjoyed her cooking:) Louise introduced us to her friend Billy, a school classmate that has reconnected with her after many years, just like Janie &amp;amp; Michael:) Another neighbor, a friendly, spry, older gentleman, joined us for dinner as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a sweet evening, a fitting close to an awesome weekend:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After many hugs around we said goodnight, &amp;amp; goodbye, to all:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beginning to sleet, time to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Monday morning sleep in was heavenly. I could hear the wind howl ever so often, &amp;amp; more sleet had fallen. We took our time, enjoying breakfast &amp;amp; finally checking out before noon. On our way to the airport we stopped for a while at the local LLBean store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Logan, after checking through security, we bought a hot lunch &amp;amp; sat in front of the large windows in the retaurant, watching the planes take off &amp;amp; taxi in. The rain continually drizzled down the large glass panes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time our flight was called the rain had become steady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our time in Boston was over--but sweet memories remain that will always be enjoyed:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seth &amp;amp; Kelley met us at RDU, where the sun was shining....home, safe &amp;amp; sound:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time, Janie:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless you &amp;amp; yours:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3080706336972386783?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3080706336972386783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3080706336972386783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3080706336972386783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3080706336972386783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/11/trip-to-visit-janie-tour-boston.html' title='A Trip To Visit Janie &amp; Tour Boston'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TNthQ0F9WoI/AAAAAAAAACA/ttqHde_Hf78/s72-c/IMG_4202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1190729569189811729</id><published>2010-10-27T21:47:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:26:16.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Fall, where did you go, etc.?:)</title><content type='html'>1. I am upset that summer has us in it's grip here in NC:( The high today was 85, with sweltering humidity:( Fall is my favorite time of year, yet warm weather is stealing autumn!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; 2. I have worked 3 days in a row this week, &amp;amp; 2 of those were subbing as manager. Let me go on record: I do not prefer to be in charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The WIC Retreat in Blowing Rock last weekend did "rock":) So anointed! The Lord lavished us with His Presence:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Skye graced us with a short visit last week/weekend:) I wish she would have stayed longer, but know she's carving out her own place. Tough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Love working during the holidays:) Our store was decorated for Christmas last Thursday, &amp;amp; it's wonderful to look at the pretty decorations &amp;amp; hear some of the Christmas songs:) Next week I begin putting out Christmas cards--a HARD job, yet enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Unexpectedly I have off tomorrow:) A gift. I am feeling so wiped out this week. And I need some quality time with my Care Receiver!! So we're meeting for lunch at Panera's:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Unhappy about working all through Thanksgiving (except Thanksgiving Day) weekend, but my DEAR DIL has volunteered to host our lunch gathering--that's so sweet! That helps:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. The McFarlands would prefer not to exchange Christmas gifts anymore; I think I'm ok with that. And I think my sister's family probably would like to drop that tradition also. Paring down is a good thing. It's taken me years to concede that:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I love my Peace Bible Study sisters:) I simply love them:) My encouragers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Wyatt had a bath today. He's much more lovable when he's clean &amp;amp; smells less "houndy":) He's my bud:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Love my new Kindle! Reading "Same Kind Of Different As Me" again. It's just as good as the first time, maybe better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. 9 days till Keith &amp;amp; I fly to Boston. I'm excited:) A long weekend in the Northeast, with our friend Janie:) Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Oswald Chambers &amp;amp; C.S. Lewis are heroes of mine--2 of those in the Heavenly Hosts who are cheering me on:) Isn't that a good thought? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, my mama &amp;amp; daddy are cheering too--encouraging my brothers &amp;amp; sister &amp;amp; me at the same time:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1190729569189811729?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1190729569189811729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1190729569189811729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1190729569189811729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1190729569189811729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-fall-where-did-you-go-etc.html' title='Oh Fall, where did you go, etc.?:)'/><author><name>bMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11900224878026983741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hN4U_7CU2X0/TLIChZRfTyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wi-a6aqe4bQ/S220/IMG_0781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-101924773717444197</id><published>2010-10-07T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:20:29.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TK5Rf1SxmdI/AAAAAAAAF60/AwYgaZpKGv4/s1600/IMG_4091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TK5Rf1SxmdI/AAAAAAAAF60/AwYgaZpKGv4/s320/IMG_4091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oak Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Last Friday Keith &amp;amp; I packed up &amp;amp; traveled east to Oak Island to visit friends Judy &amp;amp; JE:) If you're a Whisper Space follower, you'll know we've done this for the last 3 years:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October on Oak Island is simply a pleasure:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biking around the streets &amp;amp; along the ocean in cool fall weather is hard to beat. Add to that catching up with old friends (Judy &amp;amp; I have known each other all our lives) &amp;amp; it's extremely nice. Add to that Judy's hospitality &amp;amp; cooking, &amp;amp; it's superb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Icing on the cake--October beach/sound sunsets:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bless you, J &amp;amp; JE, for another memorable weekend:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-101924773717444197?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/101924773717444197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=101924773717444197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/101924773717444197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/101924773717444197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TK5Rf1SxmdI/AAAAAAAAF60/AwYgaZpKGv4/s72-c/IMG_4091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3757834411175692957</id><published>2010-09-20T19:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:23:12.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Of a Selfish Heart</title><content type='html'>I wrote this last summer. I confess it's a hard one to share:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read Todd W.'s blog today. He is our youth pastor, someone I really admire. It spurred me on to write about something I learned recently about "Who Am I?"&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago a deacon from our church extended an invitation to a grieving family to have Peace host a funeral for their son who had died suddenly in a tragic accident. They didn't have a church family &amp;amp; must have wanted a church service. A kind offer, one I whole-heartedly agreed with, &amp;amp; was even pleased we could help in any way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But---that meant Comfort &amp;amp; Care would be involved. My friend L. &amp;amp; I coordinate C&amp;amp;C. L. was going out of town for her first weekend away all summer, which left me to make sure things were put into motion.&lt;br /&gt;It was a holiday weekend. I had finagled a day off &amp;amp; thought of all the things I wanted to do with "my" time--especially a bike ride with family:).&lt;br /&gt;A fellow C&amp;amp;C friend offered to organize the Reception meal; a wonderful gesture, a God send! Lord, I vote she gets stars in her crown for this one:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, my heart was definitely divided, &amp;amp;, all the while, I hated feeling that way. But that dark heart made me count the hours I'd be involved.&lt;br /&gt;Here was a family suffering through the WORST thing a parent can face--the death of a child/a young man &amp;amp; I'm hoping to get home by noon:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfolding this family in such a way (by our pastor leading the funeral service &amp;amp; C&amp;amp;C preparing a light reception) was such a comfort to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Friends brought in enough food to feed an army (&amp;amp; that was added to the food D. had gathered &amp;amp; bought), even enough Caribou Coffee for an army! So amazing, such love for this young man who lost his life so suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I served tea &amp;amp; soft drinks, the family &amp;amp; friends of K. blessed me time after time with testimonies of their son, brother, cousin, friend, co-worker. I wish I had known K. I cried for him &amp;amp; all those who will forever miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get home till mid afternoon. Our bike ride didn't happen. Hubby &amp;amp; I were bushed. Emotionally exhausted:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you ask, "who am I"?&lt;br /&gt;I am a miserable sinner the Lord uses in spite of myself, in spite of my selfishness. He wouldn't let me get away with being self-absorbed this time.&lt;br /&gt;That is a redeeming thought--to realize God can minister through us no matter what we're focused on, no matter if we're selfish to the core, no matter how reluctant we serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had gone into K.'s Reception with a tender heart, full of love for this aching family.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, that's what counts in life, what we do with each day for those around us, not what each day holds for me, me, me!&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for His redeeming power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And J. &amp;amp; H., I am so glad you wanted a church funeral for your son, &amp;amp; that you allowed Peace to be part of God's comfort to you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;God is our Comforter, Hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our Redeemer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3757834411175692957?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3757834411175692957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3757834411175692957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3757834411175692957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3757834411175692957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/09/confession-of-selfish-heart.html' title='Confession Of a Selfish Heart'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2778230397731942771</id><published>2010-09-16T21:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:30:35.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trial In Our Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TJKk6TtiEOI/AAAAAAAAF2M/ljRUXIYCxYA/s1600/IMG_4042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TJKk6TtiEOI/AAAAAAAAF2M/ljRUXIYCxYA/s320/IMG_4042.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: LEFT;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Photo of downtown Raleigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've entered another world.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent two days, Tuesday &amp;amp; Thursday, &amp;nbsp;in downtown Raleigh, sitting in a very chilly Wake County Courthouse courtroom watching a sorrowful, convoluted, sordid story unfold.&lt;br /&gt;If you read this 'novel', you would not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;And there's more to come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost two years ago a precious family from our church suffered a great tragedy--their 17 year old Eagle Scout son was murdered. Not only murdered, but killed by 4 'friends'. Not only murdered by friends, these people were high schoolers. And not only just any local high schoolers, they were attending the high school 1/2 mile from me--where my kids spent their high school years. This group of kids hung out at the Plaza where I work. One of the boys, the one on trial right now, worked 4 stores down from where I work. The plot was discussed &amp;amp; hatched all around my 'world'--Target &amp;amp; Lowe's, Wendy's, Blockbuster's across US 64 from me, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to wrap my mind around all this---the manipulation, the deception, the lack of responsibility, the cruelness, the lack of remorse, the lack of truth, the lack of adult supervision/concern....should I go on?&lt;br /&gt;Drugs, jealousy, romance, sex, depression, all here.&lt;br /&gt;All of this from children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at the same time, I simply can't separate the pity I feel for these teenagers. They lived in a world they perceived as hopeless. I have no clue what their family dynamics were, but I sensed from their testimonies most of them felt unloved &amp;amp; outcast, that no one cared for them. So they clung to one another, trusted one another even when it was foolish to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Now, in 2010, as their trials begin, these teenagers have been living in jail about two years. Makes me ill to think they are living daily in a place of oppression &amp;amp; darkness within our prison system, trapped in a world of evil begetting evil.&lt;br /&gt;(I fear we've failed at restoration &amp;amp; rehabilitation in our penal system in the 21st century)&lt;br /&gt;What desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us comfort our friends &amp;amp; remember the dear son &amp;amp; brother that died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help us not to forget these sad children &amp;amp; their families whose lives will forever be changed--&amp;amp; pray for hope &amp;amp; redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2778230397731942771?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2778230397731942771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2778230397731942771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2778230397731942771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2778230397731942771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/09/trial-in-our-community.html' title='A Trial In Our Community'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TJKk6TtiEOI/AAAAAAAAF2M/ljRUXIYCxYA/s72-c/IMG_4042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4741132522782382906</id><published>2010-09-11T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:06:19.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: maroon; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_197605209"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_197605210"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIxCs_aFRaI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/mPh19mczKF4/s1600/IMG_4066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIxCs_aFRaI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/mPh19mczKF4/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Summer is already better, but the best is autumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is mature, reasonable and serious, it glows&lt;br /&gt;moderately and not frivolously ... It cools down,&lt;br /&gt;clears up, makes you reasonable ..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Valentin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Photo taken on the Erwin-Dunn Rails to Trails)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4741132522782382906?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4741132522782382906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4741132522782382906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4741132522782382906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4741132522782382906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIxCs_aFRaI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/mPh19mczKF4/s72-c/IMG_4066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3583957904433493550</id><published>2010-09-06T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T21:48:21.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet September Sunday Afternoon Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIWQEvDKHmI/AAAAAAAAF04/ClC63ch3KyI/s1600/IMG_4070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIWQEvDKHmI/AAAAAAAAF04/ClC63ch3KyI/s320/IMG_4070.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIWPgZ84WmI/AAAAAAAAF0w/_baGBj_5sZQ/s1600/IMG_4066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIWPgZ84WmI/AAAAAAAAF0w/_baGBj_5sZQ/s320/IMG_4066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon Keith &amp;amp; I drove an hour south to the town of Erwin where we met longtime friends of ours, Larry &amp;amp; Katie, to ride the Rails to Trails bike route from Erwin to Dunn &amp;amp; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suffering a summer of extreme heat &amp;amp; humidity, this Labor Day Weekend has offered welcome relief weather wise, with low humidity &amp;amp; temps:)! Perfect weather to be outside biking:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith found this trail online, but the critique comments were from a year to two years ago, so we really had no idea what we'd find, especially since a few of the comments were negative. But, we were ready for an adventure, &amp;amp; it was close to Larry &amp;amp; Katie's home located in Johnston County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a grand time!&lt;br /&gt;The trail was perfect for our group. It was pretty flat overall, paved with fine gravel.&lt;br /&gt;We did have to pedal most of the way--not hard pedaling &amp;amp; few gear changes, but a medium workout. Round trip was 11 miles including a slight detour through part of Dunn to Arby's to get a cold drink &amp;amp; a light supper before heading back to Erwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed cotton fields &amp;amp; soybean fields, crossed over a few paved back roads with almost no traffic, &amp;amp; forded the Black River. Lovely, lovely, NC scenery--wispy clouds in the blue sky, a breeze now &amp;amp; then, &amp;amp; plenty of peace &amp;amp; quiet in green farm country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet time on a September afternoon with friends just beginning retirement &amp;amp; adjusting to less time constraints; all of us looking forward to spending more days together biking, visiting, &amp;nbsp;becoming re-acquainted again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we gladly recommend the Erwin-Dunn Trail for a peaceful bike ride with friends or family:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3583957904433493550?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3583957904433493550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3583957904433493550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3583957904433493550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3583957904433493550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/09/sweet-september-sunday-afternoon-ride.html' title='A Sweet September Sunday Afternoon Ride'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TIWQEvDKHmI/AAAAAAAAF04/ClC63ch3KyI/s72-c/IMG_4070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4764520734710980965</id><published>2010-08-24T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:09:18.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Saturday Afternoon In Downtown Raleigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/THRa_U_qvkI/AAAAAAAAF0M/-Ez7qL6VKGE/s1600/IMG_4053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/THRa_U_qvkI/AAAAAAAAF0M/-Ez7qL6VKGE/s400/IMG_4053.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday afternoon, on an unusually mild August day, Keith &amp;amp; I decided to check out &amp;nbsp;the Capitol Car Show held along Fayetteville Street in Raleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy these shows. They're like an art exhibit to me...vehicles with beautifully crafted lines, gorgeous vibrant colors, a few in subdued colors, all shapes &amp;amp; sizes, most polished to perfection. Car restorers, car artists, hover nearby, showing their stuff, proud of their creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like an art exhibit &amp;amp; an antique show rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;Many spectators have fond memories of these refurbished cars--they may have owned one similar or have had a friend who had one.&lt;br /&gt;Many may have dreamed of owning one.&lt;br /&gt;A time to dream &amp;amp; admire &amp;amp; appreciate craftsmanship--and to enjoy being downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice way to spend an afternoon in Raleigh:)&lt;br /&gt;A little breeze now &amp;amp; then made it even sweeter:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4764520734710980965?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4764520734710980965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4764520734710980965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4764520734710980965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4764520734710980965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/saturday-afternoon-in-downtown-raleigh.html' title='A Saturday Afternoon In Downtown Raleigh'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/THRa_U_qvkI/AAAAAAAAF0M/-Ez7qL6VKGE/s72-c/IMG_4053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6796817486409178829</id><published>2010-08-14T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T09:10:10.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TGaUiJq-F3I/AAAAAAAAFxw/-9MEq0UyK_0/s1600/IMG_4031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TGaUiJq-F3I/AAAAAAAAFxw/-9MEq0UyK_0/s320/IMG_4031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The stuff that wears on the nerves polishes the soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am continually being polished.&lt;br /&gt;And I think my friends are in on this too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6796817486409178829?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6796817486409178829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6796817486409178829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6796817486409178829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6796817486409178829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/shine.html' title='Shine'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TGaUiJq-F3I/AAAAAAAAFxw/-9MEq0UyK_0/s72-c/IMG_4031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8686747795866654072</id><published>2010-08-03T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:22:36.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cloudy Morning....</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, early, on my day off, with a throbbing headache:(&lt;br /&gt;Not a good way to start a day:(&lt;br /&gt;I've dealt with headaches most of my life. Not debilitating ones normally, but ones that stop me from my daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;Medication often helps, but not always.&lt;br /&gt;(I've suffered with migraines as well, but Inderal has taken care of them, thank God!)&lt;br /&gt;Today/this morning--no walk, no Wyatt walk (he's wondering why, staring at me, as I write this), still in pj's, no bed made, wrapped in a light cover on the couch.....&lt;br /&gt;These days Tylenol Extra Strength is supposed to be my friend, but so far--not!&lt;br /&gt;UGH:(&lt;br /&gt;So, HGTV &amp;amp; hot tea are the only things on my agenda for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a photo of my favorite flowers below since it's Keith's &amp;amp; my 41st anniversary:)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Keith:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TFgUGG03u8I/AAAAAAAAFwg/3-vma5H2pGU/s1600/IMG_4014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TFgUGG03u8I/AAAAAAAAFwg/3-vma5H2pGU/s200/IMG_4014.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8686747795866654072?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8686747795866654072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8686747795866654072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8686747795866654072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8686747795866654072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/08/cloudy-morning.html' title='A Cloudy Morning....'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TFgUGG03u8I/AAAAAAAAFwg/3-vma5H2pGU/s72-c/IMG_4014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3063793941674241707</id><published>2010-07-22T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:54:14.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mercy!</title><content type='html'>Let me whine a little. I'll feel better:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this summer already, &amp;amp; it's just arrived four weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;It's hot.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot, it's depressing &amp;amp; oppressive.&lt;br /&gt;Not only hot, it's been hot for so long it's exhausting....&amp;amp; it's only July 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;(Dare I think about August?)&lt;br /&gt;Unrelenting heat.&lt;br /&gt;100 degrees is becoming normal in every weekly forecast.&lt;br /&gt;The low 90's is a cool spell, a respite, the weather people say....&lt;br /&gt;We're headed for a record of 90+ degree days in NC.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't even mentioned humidity yet.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it make you tired? Makes one yearn for cool breezes &amp;amp; cool evenings &amp;amp; a cool rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature colors every conversation, every newscast, every thought of walking or biking, at least for Keith &amp;amp; me. Actually we've given up on biking this summer. It was too cold this winter, too wet this spring, now too hot:( Maybe fall will be our season?&lt;br /&gt;I have to walk Wyatt each morning. If not, I simply can't get motivated in the evening. So now I get up early even on my days off, to take him out by 6am, or else he'll have heatstroke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we had plenty of hot spells when I was growing up. We didn't have air conditioning either. But, kids aren't affected like adults. Then again, adults, if possible, rested inside with the curtains drawn or sat out on the porch with a fan, &amp;amp; didn't pretend to work during the heat of the day back then. Work was done primarily early in the morning &amp;amp; late in the afternoon during the summer months. Today we must be doing something constantly, rushing here &amp;amp; there, non-stop (or we feel guilty). Maybe we should slow down &amp;amp; be still &amp;amp; pace ourselves. I mean, we do have August &amp;amp; September to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already praying for mercy; cooler air, gentle rains, thunderstorms, trips to the mountains, or a visit to any place that offers a respite, &amp;amp; last but not least, for patience--&amp;amp; for fall to arrive sooner than usual!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TEjZxDakdfI/AAAAAAAAFs4/gEpWOiv3jtI/s1600/IMG_3862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TEjZxDakdfI/AAAAAAAAFs4/gEpWOiv3jtI/s200/IMG_3862.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3063793941674241707?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3063793941674241707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3063793941674241707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3063793941674241707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3063793941674241707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-mercy.html' title='Oh Mercy!'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TEjZxDakdfI/AAAAAAAAFs4/gEpWOiv3jtI/s72-c/IMG_3862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8182748348154183457</id><published>2010-07-11T14:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:40:37.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July Happenings Part 3</title><content type='html'>Now, blog, it's Monday morning in Beaver Falls:)Our final day in Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skye &amp;amp; I got up &amp;amp; out the door by 9, walked to the local coffee shop, ordered our favorites, &amp;amp; sat outside savoring our Americana &amp;amp; Skinny latte, hoping for a breeze:) It was a pretty warm start to the day in BF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Jeannie &amp;amp; I drove to the Salvation Army to look over the clothes, etc.--it's one of our traditions, &amp;amp; they were having a sale. After a while Skye &amp;amp; Molly dropped by to check out things--they didn't want to stay as long as the moms do:) All of us found some deals:) I, for one, got a great fitting pair of jeans:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having lunch together the Mc clan set out for Pittsburgh &amp;amp; The Home to visit Mom &amp;amp; Dad for the last time this trip. The Carson crowd decided to stay in Beaver Falls, but planned to meet us in Cranberry for dinner/supper, before Nick needed to head back to his apartment &amp;amp; Scottie to soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an especially good visit with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa. This afternoon Grandpa was quite interested in Cameron's iPhone &amp;amp; figured out how to flip photos right away, with Cameron's help. He even asked about the phone plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDnWw5XEQaI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/ofSqImkh8-E/s1600/IMG_3981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDnWw5XEQaI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/ofSqImkh8-E/s320/IMG_3981.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDnXcuBzVlI/AAAAAAAAFsY/OS4Lxp5qRMw/s1600/IMG_3979.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDnXcuBzVlI/AAAAAAAAFsY/OS4Lxp5qRMw/s320/IMG_3979.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma enjoyed the pictures also:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending our day in Cranberry, at Max &amp;amp; Erma's, was a neat idea, courtesy of Nick(his idea). The food was delicious, &amp;amp; a good time was had by all:) Goodbyes were said to Nick, then the rest of us departed, back to Beaver Falls, to spend the evening together at the Carsons', &amp;amp; finally, on&amp;nbsp;to our B&amp;amp;B for one last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "B&amp;amp;B" is Ken's uncle's &amp;amp; aunt's home, located a few blocks from Geneva College. His uncle &amp;amp; aunt are presently living at The Home in Pittsburgh where Mom &amp;amp; Dad now reside, so their home is unoccupied.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a great help to us &amp;amp; we really appreciated the 'home away from home':)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDoJ7mSRZHI/AAAAAAAAFsg/i_tbdxHZKKI/s1600/IMG_3988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDoJ7mSRZHI/AAAAAAAAFsg/i_tbdxHZKKI/s320/IMG_3988.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning was last minute packing, then we dropped off the house key, &amp;amp; were southbound by 7am!&lt;br /&gt;A special vacation time with family; such a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8182748348154183457?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8182748348154183457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8182748348154183457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8182748348154183457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8182748348154183457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-happenings-part-3.html' title='July Happenings Part 3'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDnWw5XEQaI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/ofSqImkh8-E/s72-c/IMG_3981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4054430575972895178</id><published>2010-07-09T23:37:00.043-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T08:18:46.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July Happenings Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfoA93lngI/AAAAAAAAFr0/mZIn1bXH3nY/s1600/IMG_3897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfoA93lngI/AAAAAAAAFr0/mZIn1bXH3nY/s320/IMG_3897.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sunday morning we attended College Hill Reformed Pres. Church with Ken &amp;amp; Jean, Nick, Molly&amp;amp; Beth:) The singing was especially beautiful -- acapella harmony is glorious:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward we had lunch with the Carson's. Then the 4 of us Mc's, plus Ken, Jean, &amp;amp; Nick, drove to Pittsburgh to visit Mom &amp;amp; Dad. It's hard getting use to driving an hour to see them--each way! And the Home is up quite a steep hill. The area reminds me of pictures of San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was pretty responsive &amp;amp; talkative, &amp;amp; Mom was pretty much as sharp as ever. She's taking good care of Dad, watching over him like a mother hen:) (This was our second visit with both Mom &amp;amp; Dad. We had stopped Friday evening on our way up to Beaver Falls--Dad asked both times about Seth:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfg_DCIghI/AAAAAAAAFrc/NKcxN7hlgWg/s1600/IMG_3922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfg_DCIghI/AAAAAAAAFrc/NKcxN7hlgWg/s320/IMG_3922.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfiD0B7HHI/AAAAAAAAFrk/izYHd4CqGFE/s1600/IMG_3924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfiD0B7HHI/AAAAAAAAFrk/izYHd4CqGFE/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After debating a day or two on whether to try seeing the fireworks in downtown Pittsburgh, Nick &amp;amp; Jeannie encouraged us to go. So, after saying goodbye to Mom &amp;amp; Dad, us Mc's parted ways with the Carson clan (they were celebrating Rev. Carson's 81st birthday in Beaver Falls), ate at Chili's then headed down toward the Three River's Point. We had no trouble finding a close parking lot ($10 close), &amp;amp; found a spot to set up our chairs just a few rows from the waterfront--super viewing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfelZvORJI/AAAAAAAAFrU/s6glgjwgDHw/s1600/IMG_3932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfelZvORJI/AAAAAAAAFrU/s6glgjwgDHw/s320/IMG_3932.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we people-watched for a few hours while waiting for the show. The fireworks were a  spectacular display of color, one finale on top of another!! &amp;nbsp;Way to go Pittsburgh!!! Fabulous:) It was worth seeing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfkLTBz71I/AAAAAAAAFrs/GXhRZNmYpdU/s1600/IMG_3957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfkLTBz71I/AAAAAAAAFrs/GXhRZNmYpdU/s320/IMG_3957.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010 Fourth of July!Third day next blog.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4054430575972895178?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4054430575972895178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4054430575972895178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4054430575972895178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4054430575972895178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-happenings-part-2.html' title='July Happenings Part 2'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDfoA93lngI/AAAAAAAAFr0/mZIn1bXH3nY/s72-c/IMG_3897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3555525291362130901</id><published>2010-07-08T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:36:53.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July Happenings</title><content type='html'>July has continued June's spell of hot weather---which wears at me &amp;amp; is exhausting:(&lt;br /&gt;Just listening to Greg Fishal's forecast is draining.&lt;br /&gt;The previous 2 days here have passed the 100 degree mark, with yesterday breaking a record in the Raleigh area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, taking a long Fourth of July weekend, we packed up, dropped off Wyatt at Town &amp;amp; Country kennel, &amp;amp; drove north to Pa. to visit Keith's mom &amp;amp; dad---Keith, Cameron, Skye &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;(At the same time Seth &amp;amp; Kelley headed in the opposite direction, to Florida, to see 'best buds' George &amp;amp; Leigh)&lt;br /&gt;Those of us heading north were hoping for a cool respite!!&lt;br /&gt;That evening we arrived at Keith's sister &amp;amp; brother in law's home in Western Pa. After settling into our designated "B&amp;amp;B" for the night (Ken's uncle &amp;amp; aunt's home--their story later), we met at Jean &amp;amp; Ken's Saturday morning for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward Keith, Skye, &amp;amp; I headed to Pittsburgh to pick up Grandma to take her to New Castle for&amp;nbsp;a noon picnic/reunion with her family, she being one of three daughters of Ira Irvin &amp;amp; Goldie Gladys Kennedy Brown, &amp;amp; their children, &amp;amp; children's children. (Their baby brother, Uncle Russell, died a few years ago)&lt;br /&gt;Jean &amp;amp; Ken &amp;amp; their gang met us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Beryl hosted the gathering, with food &amp;amp; chairs spread under a huge (Elm or Ash) tree. The large branches shaded the entire yard! After eating, everybody lingered, reminiscing, catching up, enjoying seeing cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, grandchildren:)&lt;br /&gt;Cameron showed off his new Subaru:) And John showed off his 1940 Ford:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZhm_zN4bI/AAAAAAAAFqM/IylvQyV7l0o/s1600/IMG_3904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZhm_zN4bI/AAAAAAAAFqM/IylvQyV7l0o/s320/IMG_3904.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZk5hUrluI/AAAAAAAAFqU/r3XQSzPoSVk/s1600/IMG_3908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZk5hUrluI/AAAAAAAAFqU/r3XQSzPoSVk/s320/IMG_3908.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZxka7mfbI/AAAAAAAAFqc/ugR2JgM61KY/s1600/IMG_3905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZxka7mfbI/AAAAAAAAFqc/ugR2JgM61KY/s320/IMG_3905.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZ86FOKgII/AAAAAAAAFqk/wcvPKfERQt8/s1600/IMG_3906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZ86FOKgII/AAAAAAAAFqk/wcvPKfERQt8/s320/IMG_3906.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A day of sweet reunion:)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;To be continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3555525291362130901?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3555525291362130901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3555525291362130901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3555525291362130901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3555525291362130901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-happenings.html' title='July Happenings'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TDZhm_zN4bI/AAAAAAAAFqM/IylvQyV7l0o/s72-c/IMG_3904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8213010911849106357</id><published>2010-06-26T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T20:08:18.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sizzling Summer</title><content type='html'>Since Skye's graduation, life's been pretty exciting around here:)&lt;br /&gt;I've blogged about our fun NYC weekend, still bringing back sweet memories even as I write this--thanks so much to my family for helping with such a memorable gift:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend, June 5th, Skye came home, &amp;amp; with Keith &amp;amp; I, helped celebrate a church family wedding, Josh &amp;amp; Anna's, who both grew up at Peace:)&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I attended a baby shower for another church couple's daughter, Kristina.&lt;br /&gt;Precious milestones for our friends' children:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 20th was Father's Day. Cameron, Holly, Seth, &amp;amp; Kelley &amp;amp; Three came over for a hot dog lunch:) They gave Keith a pretty ceiling fan/light for the living room:) I think I made out on that deal as well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week dear old friends from our upstate NY days dropped by on a southern vacation trip &amp;amp; stayed for a few nights:) I'm afraid the record NC heat wave was not welcoming, but what a great blessing to catch up on Patty &amp;amp; Peg's news after almost 30 years!! I can't tell you how good it was to see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty was in our youth group when we lived in NY, &amp;amp; Peg is her mom. After we moved back to NC, Patty came to live with us for about a year (in 1980).&lt;br /&gt;Peg is 80 years young; a pretty, petite lady, who is as gracious as any southern woman &amp;amp; as mentally sharp &amp;amp; alert as ever! Patty teaches elementary education at a local prison (near Stone Ridge), has a Spaniel named Bella that she adores, loves her free summers, &amp;amp; seems to be recuperating well from health problems she's experienced in the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed dinner at Tribeca Tavern Wednesday evening, along with Cameron, Seth, &amp;amp; Kelley. Even in this terrible heat wave we dined outside on their upstairs porch, cooled by ceiling fans. The food was delicious:)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Keith &amp;amp; 'us girls' toured the new NC Art Museum. (I haven't decided how I feel about it. Maybe I'll blog my thoughts another time) Afterward Patty, Peg, Keith, &amp;amp; I enjoyed a light lunch at Carolina Cafe in Cameron Village followed by shopping at The Seagrove Pottery store, which I always think is a treat:) Then it was nap time, the best idea when it's 100 degrees! Hot weather is exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TCY-9TvMwcI/AAAAAAAAFjo/7bEEN0c_Jyw/s1600/IMG_3866.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TCY-9TvMwcI/AAAAAAAAFjo/7bEEN0c_Jyw/s320/IMG_3866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the temperature was still unrelenting that evening, P, P, &amp;amp; I voted not to attend the Peace tournament softball game with Keith &amp;amp; Seth, choosing instead to have a light supper here, while continuing to catch up on far too many years apart.&lt;br /&gt;(Thankfully the team won, so I'll get to see the final games:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TCZBRhtTrvI/AAAAAAAAFjw/9upRrUNlLyc/s1600/IMG_3862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TCZBRhtTrvI/AAAAAAAAFjw/9upRrUNlLyc/s320/IMG_3862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning the girls said goodbye after a late breakfast &amp;amp; headed out to Roanoke, Va., where Patty's uncle/Peg's brother lives, &amp;amp; where they'll spend the weekend before traveling home to upstate NY. Hopefully they'll find cooler weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon I went in to work till 5pm. At 6pm Christy &amp;amp; George (my sister &amp;amp; brother in law) &amp;amp; their twin granddaughters Harley &amp;amp; Kendyll, picked me up to go see Rascal Flatts in concert at Walnut Creek in Raleigh:) (Niece Amy had generously provided tickets--bless you Amy!!) Keith opted not to go, deciding to enjoy his recliner in the cool AC instead:)&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts were kicking off their 2010/Tenth Year Tour last night, &amp;amp; I must say they put on the best concert I've ever seen--sizzling in more ways than one! (BTW Chris Young &amp;amp; Kelly Pickler opened &amp;amp; they were very good as well) The music was GREAT, &amp;amp; the visuals were AMAZING!! Video screens moved &amp;amp; videos of gorgeous painted scenes &amp;amp; beautiful woods scenes changed throughout each song, plus the video graphics in between &amp;amp; at the end were astounding.&lt;br /&gt;Can't say enough!!! WHOA! A feast for the eyes &amp;amp; ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TCY95fmX9XI/AAAAAAAAFjg/UJGOqXncMM8/s1600/IMG_3885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TCY95fmX9XI/AAAAAAAAFjg/UJGOqXncMM8/s320/IMG_3885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is a respite day.&lt;br /&gt;A quiet day.&lt;br /&gt;I will be honest. Even with all these exciting events, seeing old friend, being with family, I've struggled with a disgusting nagging cough that has hung on for months, AND being diagnosed with diabetes (I've mentioned here previously). Both those health situations, plus changes=stress at work, have left me fighting off some depression.&lt;br /&gt;This week the cough finally seems to be letting up, thank the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;And, many people have been encouraging in my struggle with the diabetes diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer, sweet moments with dear ones, celebrations, glorious music, all lift my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;God sends us blessings each day that make our hearts' sing, if we listen:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8213010911849106357?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8213010911849106357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8213010911849106357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8213010911849106357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8213010911849106357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/sizzling-summer.html' title='A Sizzling Summer'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TCY-9TvMwcI/AAAAAAAAFjo/7bEEN0c_Jyw/s72-c/IMG_3866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4838404974930937026</id><published>2010-06-06T14:28:00.046-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:50:08.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC--the 3rd day &amp; 4th morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAuw27HW7xI/AAAAAAAAFf4/LBZ2p9hpoEU/s1600/IMG_3836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAuw27HW7xI/AAAAAAAAFf4/LBZ2p9hpoEU/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAuxQTwOQSI/AAAAAAAAFgA/D0OZs8IiKec/s1600/IMG_3853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAuxQTwOQSI/AAAAAAAAFgA/D0OZs8IiKec/s320/IMG_3853.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our third morning, Sunday, we slept in:) Got brunch on the opposite side of our hotel, at Lou's Cafe. They weren't fast, but the food was good, especially the coffee (which I needed desperately by that time!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon we started our trek to the Guggenheim Museum, 30 blocks from the Hilton. Now we didn't start out thinking we'd walk all the way, but as we strolled, we decided we could do it--even Betsy in her heels! Kelley &amp;amp; Betsy looked in a few shops for a purse for Kelley but she couldn't decide on one.&lt;br /&gt;Madison Ave. is amazing--pretty trees &amp;amp; flowers &amp;amp; wrought iron gates &amp;amp; fencing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After passing by the Met., we arrived at the spectacular white G. building--a Frank Lloyd Wright masterpiece. I especially wanted to see the structure, outside &amp;amp; in!:) We walked through the 5 floors, taking in the creative, modern exhibits--nothing too impressive to me. But the side gallery on the first floor was hung with wonderful Impressionist paintings!!&lt;br /&gt;SO glad I got to see the place:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all tired out after the G. so a taxi ride back to the hotel was due. B&amp;amp;K wanted to return to some of the 5th Ave. shops after a rest, but Skye &amp;amp; I wanted to tackle a more eclectic area of the city. After texting a few of her friends Skye decided on the East Village:) Fine with me:) We flagged down a taxi &amp;amp; told him our destination. The first thing we did was order a nacho snack &amp;amp; cold drinks at a local Mexican restaurant. Then we began hiking. Someone had suggested Tompkins Park, so we headed there. Across from the park a coffeeshop/restaurant called Life Cafe was mentioned as a nice place to eat---and we were so thirsty, again! We chose a seat outside. I spied banana crepes on the menu &amp;amp;amp ordered those as well as drinks--just yummy!&lt;br /&gt;With a few hours left, we began slowly working our way back toward 5th Ave. At Union Square, a very busy shopping/congregating area, I found a funky copper moonstone ring crafted by a sidewalk vendor:)&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after covering quite a bit of territory, we gave in &amp;amp; got a cab for the last leg of our adventure:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met B&amp;amp;K back at the hotel (Kelley had found a purse:)),so together we walked toward Times Square to have a last dinner in the Big City:) Skye &amp;amp; I weren't hungry after snacking our way through the East Village, so she ordered a drink &amp;amp; I had a grilled cheese. B&amp;amp;K had sandwiches, then split a blueberry cheesecake. Skye &amp;amp; I had a little taste; it was very good!!&lt;br /&gt;Next door was a souvenir shop---the last shopping stop (other than a few things at the airport) before flying home:) I found some neat gifts:)&lt;br /&gt;At sunset we leisurely strolled back to the hotel before saying good-night.&lt;br /&gt;5am would come early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Memorial Day morning our taxi ride to JFK &amp;amp; the JetBlue flight home was uneventful &amp;amp; easy...by noon we were back in NC.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the time went by far too quickly for me but a super trip, packed with so many good memories:)!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Betsy, Kelley, &amp;amp; Skye:)&lt;br /&gt;And for all the prayers of countless friends:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4838404974930937026?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4838404974930937026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4838404974930937026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4838404974930937026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4838404974930937026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/nyc-3rd-day-4th-morning.html' title='NYC--the 3rd day &amp; 4th morning'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAuw27HW7xI/AAAAAAAAFf4/LBZ2p9hpoEU/s72-c/IMG_3836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-208527384246374588</id><published>2010-06-06T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T10:27:22.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC--our 2nd day:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our 2nd day in the Big Apple began with brunch at Astro's once again. They actually serve grits in the middle of Manhattan--amazing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The Saturday adventures began with a trip to the Top of the Rock in Rockefeller Center. I was a little nervous, since heights are not my thing:( But, must say the elevator was so smooth &amp;amp; quick it felt like we were beamed up the 70 floors! And I didn't have to go outside to see a stunning view--acrylic panels are not comforting to me! The idea of stepping out onto the deck made my feet sweat (weird), but overall a great way to see the city!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Before going to the Top of the Rock, Skye had found a neat place to get an Americana coffee which she had had to give up when we got on the elevator, so she bought a 2nd one afterward, then we stopped in The Met Store to buy a few gifts, &amp;amp; afterward caught a taxi to Fish Eddy, a quaint shop Kelley had found online. It was Skye's favorite store (mine too)--cool plates, cups, saucers, plaques, towels, all unusual &amp;amp; reasonably priced :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After purchasing some goodies we walked for a while, finding a farmer's market where Skye &amp;amp; I bought NY apples. She also saw 'Pete' from 30 Rock around the same time--a cool sighting:)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt; Later grabbed a taxi to take us to Ground Zero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Memorial Day was an appropriate time to go. We spent some time at St. Paul's Chapel where many, many people took refuge on 9/11. The site itself where the Twin Towers stood is surrounded by fencing, so it's hard to visualize how devastating it must have been. After a long hike to get a better view down into the area, all that was visible were cranes &amp;amp; other construction vehicles. I stopped briefly on our walk imagining how many screams &amp;amp; prayers hung in the air that day ....a sad, haunting place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We took a break at a tree-lined park close by, located on the Battery, bought some ice cream &amp;amp; water, then caught another taxi back to our hotel for a much needed rest. That evening we ate dinner at The Mesa Grill, owned by Bobby Flay! Kelley had made reservations before our trip, so we were excited about our fancy meal.:) I had a shrimp &amp;amp; cornbread dish, prepared in a corn husk, with squash blossoms on the side--superb:)  To finish off our fabulous dinner we shared a slice of his Coconut cake:) No Bobby in the house that evening, but what a treat!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Walking back, we shopped a little at &lt;cite&gt;Anthropologie&lt;/cite&gt;, then strolled north toward the Empire State Building, glowing in red, white, &amp;amp; blue lights in honor of Memorial Day, &amp;amp; on toward our hotel--a pretty evening:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After arriving at the Hilton Skye was ready to head back out for some more nightlife, but the rest of us were just too tired:(! Sorry Skye:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAsGYQfgOpI/AAAAAAAAFfo/q1hx13MAAK0/s1600/IMG_3804.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAsGYQfgOpI/AAAAAAAAFfo/q1hx13MAAK0/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAsGw6r391I/AAAAAAAAFfw/Z4IHh5rW8Bk/s1600/IMG_3817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAsGw6r391I/AAAAAAAAFfw/Z4IHh5rW8Bk/s320/IMG_3817.JPG" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-208527384246374588?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/208527384246374588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=208527384246374588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/208527384246374588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/208527384246374588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/nyc-our-2nd-day.html' title='NYC--our 2nd day:)'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAsGYQfgOpI/AAAAAAAAFfo/q1hx13MAAK0/s72-c/IMG_3804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3065796000552131650</id><published>2010-06-05T13:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:37:06.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC--our first day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAfZ2VvMYOI/AAAAAAAAFfI/fBZmg05WdEg/s1600/IMG_3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAqBv-8ksbI/AAAAAAAAFfg/QjIEGEBmcUM/s1600/IMG_3761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAqBv-8ksbI/AAAAAAAAFfg/QjIEGEBmcUM/s1600/IMG_3761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAqBv-8ksbI/AAAAAAAAFfg/QjIEGEBmcUM/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAxNBpNxoiI/AAAAAAAAFgg/mfYnAC2w0gw/s1600/IMG_3785.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAxNBpNxoiI/AAAAAAAAFgg/mfYnAC2w0gw/s320/IMG_3785.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Friday, Skye, Kelley, Kelley's mom Betsy, &amp;amp; I flew to NYC for a 3 day vacation to the Big Apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were celebrating a milestone birthday for Betsy &amp;amp; me, &amp;amp; celebrating Skye's graduation from college:)!&lt;br /&gt;Kelley helped with reservations beforehand, then, after arriving, guided us around Manhattan. She had spent a short semester during her Salem College years working at MTV, so she was pretty 'city savvy' as far as Skye &amp;amp; I were concerned (Betsy knew quite a bit too:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed on 6th &amp;amp; 53rd...a very nice location:)&lt;br /&gt;After a good brunch at Astro's (close by our hotel), we headed to 5th Ave. &amp;amp; Tiffany's, where Betsy bought a small souvenir. Then on to Central Park where we decided spur of the moment to do the tourist thing &amp;amp; take a carriage ride:)&lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of the afternoon we walked around, through, took taxi cabs by, thoroughly enjoying scouting out, this beautiful lush 800+ acre park:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mid afternoon we headed back to the hotel to check in &amp;amp; take a nap (we'd been up since 3:30 am!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resting for a few hours we headed down the block to the Modern Museum of Art. On Friday nights admission is free from 4-8pm. So we dived in to see some great artwork along with about half of NYC! It was truly an art party:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we strolled toward Times Square looking for a place to have dinner. We ended up at Angelo's Pizza where we enjoyed mouth-watering white pizza. Afterward we walked further down the crowded Times Square ( crowds reminded me of the NC State Fair), saw where MTV was located/where Kelley worked, &amp;amp; capped off our evening with dessert at Magnolia Bakery, not far from our Hilton--yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grand first day in the Big Town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3065796000552131650?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3065796000552131650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3065796000552131650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3065796000552131650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3065796000552131650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/06/nyc-our-first-day.html' title='NYC--our first day!'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/TAqBv-8ksbI/AAAAAAAAFfg/QjIEGEBmcUM/s72-c/IMG_3761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3075693494820231844</id><published>2010-05-25T20:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:01:37.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A May Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S_xaG6M9C-I/AAAAAAAAFHM/_tZAx5U5sJ4/s1600/IMG_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S_xaG6M9C-I/AAAAAAAAFHM/_tZAx5U5sJ4/s320/IMG_3600.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S_xaze6GaTI/AAAAAAAAFHU/AtGCFb-9IH0/s1600/IMG_3595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S_xaze6GaTI/AAAAAAAAFHU/AtGCFb-9IH0/s320/IMG_3595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our first born, Cameron Stewart, was born May 29th, 36 years ago:)&lt;br /&gt;Then, I couldn't imagine our lives with a baby. Now, I couldn't imagine life without all 6 foot 4 inches of him (&amp; our other kids)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron's arrival was a great blessing:)&lt;br /&gt;He was a quiet, easy-going, little boy, always playing with Lego's, matchbox cars, his Big Wheel, &amp; reading. Quite content to entertain himself:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult he has attended NCSU, worked for a few computer companies in the area (now at IConnect), has a special friend Holly, owns a townhome, enjoys biking &amp; playing computer games with friends, hosts movie nights for his buddies, &amp; recently bought this new Subaru, pictured here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron, here's wishing you another wonderful, healthy &amp; content 36 years, plus countless more. &lt;br /&gt;May the Lord be your Best Friend, may you be surrounded with dear close friends, &amp; family that you enjoy being with:)&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Mom:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3075693494820231844?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3075693494820231844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3075693494820231844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3075693494820231844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3075693494820231844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-birthday.html' title='A May Birthday'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S_xaG6M9C-I/AAAAAAAAFHM/_tZAx5U5sJ4/s72-c/IMG_3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7878120116042691193</id><published>2010-05-21T20:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:18:42.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tough Thing To Hear; The 'D' Word.</title><content type='html'>This week, Tuesday, I stopped by my doctor's office to have a TB test. While there I asked for a few minutes with my doctor to discuss recent lab blood work results.&lt;br /&gt;The office called last Friday notifying me that my lab tests indicated signs of renal failure; the 'D' word was mentioned...&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jordon made time for me immediately and gave me her undivided attention.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict?&lt;br /&gt;Yep--Diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;The 'D' word has been dogging me for years. The thought of it drove me to Weight Watcher's a few years ago. After losing 25 lbs. I simply became lazy and fell into cahoots with old gluttony once again:(&lt;br /&gt;Gulp. &lt;br /&gt;The kidneys are hit hard with high blood pressure, carrying too much weight,&amp;nbsp; loving sweets in excess. &lt;br /&gt;My walking, which my doctor loves (and I enjoy!), simply cannot overcome all that. Walking is a diabetics best friend, but losing weight is equally important.&lt;br /&gt;So, what will I do with this diagnosis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to change.&lt;br /&gt;I have a sugar addiction.&lt;br /&gt;God, this is hard. Help me with self control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7878120116042691193?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7878120116042691193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7878120116042691193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7878120116042691193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7878120116042691193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/tough-thing-to-hear-d-word.html' title='A Tough Thing To Hear; The &apos;D&apos; Word.'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-9005220687559538057</id><published>2010-05-13T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:36:15.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skye Graduates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S-yH4DI7f2I/AAAAAAAAFFA/nGKtmBTn8To/s1600/IMG_3679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S-yH4DI7f2I/AAAAAAAAFFA/nGKtmBTn8To/s320/IMG_3679.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon, a cool sunny afternoon, Skye graduated Cum Laude from Appalachian State University with a degree in Appalachian Studies &amp;amp; a minor in Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Her Grandma Robeson would be proud. &lt;br /&gt;She always believed education was extremely important. And Skye's first year at App was paid with Mama's inheritance to our family:) It couldn't have been used in a better way:)&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Skye looks forward to graduate school, and with that, the responsibility of finding a job(s) to help support her through at least two more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her time to figure out her passions, her unique talents, where the Lord is guiding her....the adventure begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of you, Skye-girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-9005220687559538057?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9005220687559538057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=9005220687559538057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/9005220687559538057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/9005220687559538057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/skye-graduates.html' title='Skye Graduates!'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S-yH4DI7f2I/AAAAAAAAFFA/nGKtmBTn8To/s72-c/IMG_3679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5636526447882126853</id><published>2010-05-04T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:22:45.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S-DGMGGR12I/AAAAAAAAE1k/89nMrZu1J40/s1600/IMG_3583.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S-DGMGGR12I/AAAAAAAAE1k/89nMrZu1J40/s400/IMG_3583.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I drove down to Aberdeen to have lunch with my brother Lindsay. Afterward we met our sister Christy where the three of us set out to hike our home place, named "Sandrock Acres" by our mama.&lt;br /&gt;The original farm was about 73 acres, &amp; continues today to be Lindsay's home &amp; Christy's family's home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our brother Mark sold his portion of the farm property to our cousin Tommy in the past year. Recently Tommy has asked if he could trade some acreage with me in order to build a house on the back hill, so Lindsay wanted me to walk the land &amp; see what Tommy's proposing before signing on the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dividing up the farm a few years ago, then Mark selling his part, we're also rethinking the way the farm has been partitioned, thus another incentive to walk the property today &amp; discuss what might be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was overcast, a mite muggy, but overall a good day to take a hike.&lt;br /&gt;I sprayed thoroughly with insect repellent (remembering past nasty attacks of chiggers!), put on sunscreen, &amp; knee socks with hiking boots (in case I came across a snake--which I saw the last time I hiked the farm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away my sister's little dogs flushed out a good sized "mama" turkey!! She flew up &amp; away from her chicks, diverting the dogs' attention. I can't recall ever seeing one growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see by the photo, everything is lush &amp; green, with many of the trees maturing so much in the last few years I had trouble orienting myself once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;I must say, it is a beautiful place, more beautiful than it was when I was young. The creek has created wetlands where hardwoods have flourished, &amp; the pines, rising out of a fresh carpet of pine straw, are reaching to the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet time today with my family in a place where we were first loved so dearly:)&lt;br /&gt;Mark, wish you had been there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.”&lt;br /&gt;Washington Irving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5636526447882126853?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5636526447882126853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5636526447882126853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5636526447882126853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5636526447882126853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/05/home-place.html' title='The Home Place'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S-DGMGGR12I/AAAAAAAAE1k/89nMrZu1J40/s72-c/IMG_3583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-9191061830567297026</id><published>2010-04-29T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:02:03.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S9ozCuPNkiI/AAAAAAAAEuE/gDe3Z1ur8E0/s1600/IMG_3514.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S9ozCuPNkiI/AAAAAAAAEuE/gDe3Z1ur8E0/s320/IMG_3514.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, &lt;br /&gt;A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest”&lt;br /&gt;Robert Montgomery &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing Seth &amp; Kelley countless blessings, joy, &amp; contentment as they set up housekeeping on Culvert Street:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night they, &amp; Three, spent their first night in their new cozy bungalow. Tonight they wrapped up moving the last items from their previous abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to Apex, Seth &amp; Kelley &amp; Three!&lt;br /&gt;We are tickled:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-9191061830567297026?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9191061830567297026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=9191061830567297026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/9191061830567297026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/9191061830567297026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-place.html' title='A Sweet Place'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S9ozCuPNkiI/AAAAAAAAEuE/gDe3Z1ur8E0/s72-c/IMG_3514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6201499449669390266</id><published>2010-04-18T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:38:47.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April &amp; May And My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8t2YGEZX6I/AAAAAAAAEpE/WOPAHnr5izU/s1600/IMG_3501.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8t2YGEZX6I/AAAAAAAAEpE/WOPAHnr5izU/s320/IMG_3501.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting times in the Mc family coming up:)&lt;br /&gt;All these things depend on "the Lord being willin' and hopin' the creek don't rise"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend, April 24th &amp; 25th, Seth &amp; Kelley plan to move into their pretty Apex bungalow:) Early Saturday morning the Wests and the McFarlands will gather at the "old" house to begin loading a rental truck and our cars with S&amp;K's belongings, then begin carrying everything to the new house in Apex:) A few trips will be involved:)&lt;br /&gt;Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, May 7th-9th, the clan will travel to Boone/Blowing Rock to celebrate Skye's graduation from Appalachian State University! How exciting is that! What a great way/place to spend Mother's Day weekend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 3 weeks after that, Memorial Day Weekend, the West girls &amp; the Mc girls are flying to NYC for the weekend to celebrate Betsy's and my 60th birthdays and Skye's graduation:) Skye's never been to NY so it will be fun to show her around the BIG APPLE, for me to see things I've seen, plus see some of those places I haven't:) &lt;br /&gt;It'll also be fantastic for Skye and me to travel and spend the weekend with Betsy &amp; Kelley in such an exciting place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully some of us will make it to Pa. to see Grandma &amp; Grandpa Mc around Father's Day, but that's another month further, and another blog:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6201499449669390266?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6201499449669390266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6201499449669390266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6201499449669390266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6201499449669390266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-may-and-my-life.html' title='April &amp; May And My Life'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8t2YGEZX6I/AAAAAAAAEpE/WOPAHnr5izU/s72-c/IMG_3501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2893451275433911135</id><published>2010-04-16T22:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:24:42.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna &amp; Andrew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8kXYwc8yLI/AAAAAAAAEok/eV4Jh1vXIuE/s1600/IMG_3483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8kXYwc8yLI/AAAAAAAAEok/eV4Jh1vXIuE/s320/IMG_3483.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is now to be among you at the calling of your hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured this troubador is acting on His part.&lt;br /&gt;The union of your spirits, here, has caused Him to remain&lt;br /&gt;For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name&lt;br /&gt;There is Love. There is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a man shall leave his mother and a woman leave her home&lt;br /&gt;And they shall travel on to where the two shall be as one.&lt;br /&gt;As it was in the beginning is now and until the end&lt;br /&gt;Woman draws her life from man and gives it back again.&lt;br /&gt;And there is Love. There is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then what's to be the reason for becoming man and wife?&lt;br /&gt;Is it Love that brings you here or Love that brings you life?&lt;br /&gt;Or if loving is the answer, then who's the giving for?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in something that you've never seen before?&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's Love, there is Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the marriage of your spirits here has caused Him to remain&lt;br /&gt;For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name&lt;br /&gt;There is Love. Oh there's Love. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Stoo&lt;span style="background-color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna, my super cool sweet friend from Hallmark, is being married to her knight in shining armour, Andrew, April 23rd. &lt;br /&gt;My love and joy to y'all:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2893451275433911135?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2893451275433911135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2893451275433911135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2893451275433911135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2893451275433911135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/anna-andrew.html' title='Anna &amp; Andrew'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8kXYwc8yLI/AAAAAAAAEok/eV4Jh1vXIuE/s72-c/IMG_3483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8383304729993691860</id><published>2010-04-10T22:25:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T08:38:13.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8EzFTrKc1I/AAAAAAAAEoE/1UxrguoWGtw/s1600/IMG_3509.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8EzFTrKc1I/AAAAAAAAEoE/1UxrguoWGtw/s320/IMG_3509.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The year's at the spring&lt;br /&gt;And day's at the morn;&lt;br /&gt;Morning's at seven;&lt;br /&gt;The hillside's dew-pearled;&lt;br /&gt;The lark's on the wing;&lt;br /&gt;The snail's on the thorn;&lt;br /&gt;God's in His heaven -&lt;br /&gt;All's right with the world!"&lt;br /&gt;~Robert Browning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wisteria is blooming like wildfire this spring around Apex--a glorious sight:) &lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken along James Street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday evening Keith, Skye, &amp; I took a short bike ride up Apache Lane to Laura Duncan, across Hunter Street, down Tunstall Street, and around to James. We found the new Ambassador ARP church located off Apex Peakway, which was a pleasant surprise (we had no idea it was being built).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if all goes well, Seth &amp; Kelley will be living in this area in a few weeks:) They've bought a CUTE bungalow on Culvert Street off Tunstall--we are so excited for them!! &lt;br /&gt;More to come about that later....stay tuned:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, take time to walk, bike, jog, by the beautiful wisteria &amp; savor the sweet smell of spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8383304729993691860?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8383304729993691860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8383304729993691860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8383304729993691860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8383304729993691860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-afternoon.html' title='An Easter Afternoon'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S8EzFTrKc1I/AAAAAAAAEoE/1UxrguoWGtw/s72-c/IMG_3509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5756912792437039887</id><published>2010-03-30T14:32:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:26:50.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Surgery</title><content type='html'>This mild March morning, early, Keith drove me to The Skin Center in Cary.&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment to have a basal cell carcinoma removed from my nose--a small area close to the tip of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;My dermatologist had previously treated the area for pre-cancer, then, at a follow-up visit, it was diagnosed as cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Skin Cancer Foundation:&lt;br /&gt;"Basal cell carcinoma (BCC) is the most common form of skin cancer, affecting approximately one million Americans each year. In fact, it is the most common of all cancers. More than one out of every three new cancers are skin cancers, and the vast majority are basal cell carcinomas. These cancers arise in the basal cells, which line the deepest layer of the epidermis (top skin layer)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked in at 6:45. &lt;br /&gt;The office was inviting, with indirect lighting, comfy chairs and couches placed in grouping around the solarium, magazines and newspapers scattered here and there, along with a coffee bar; perfect for patients waiting to hear news---would more treatment would be needed, would repairs be simple, complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nurse, Nicole, was friendly, kind and thoughtful. My doctor was warm, sensitive, charmingly funny.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting was part of the plan, primarily for the anesthesia to work, but I'm not good at waiting (a trial for me):( Thankfully I could hear surgery chatter next door that kept me somewhat comforted that I was not alone/forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being called back three times, Nicole gave us the news that they had removed all the cancer. After more waiting the doctor arrived to gently stitch my nose. It was painless. As he worked he told how his widowed mom had taught him to sew:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:45, with my nose bandaged like a clown and feeling pretty exhausted, I climbed into the Cruiser for Keith to take me home. Home to my couch, home to mend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5756912792437039887?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5756912792437039887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5756912792437039887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5756912792437039887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5756912792437039887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-surgery.html' title='A Little Surgery'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2404470102977981443</id><published>2010-03-23T09:35:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:13:34.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyce</title><content type='html'>Death has reared it's ugly head in our neighborhood, at a house within sight of me. Last Friday Joyce, the sunshine neighbor of Apache Lane, suffered a stroke &amp; Sunday she died.&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know. &lt;br /&gt;Then last evening I received an email from a good friend who reads the News &amp; Observer obits, asking if I knew Joyce, who worked at the library. &lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. &lt;br /&gt;I was stricken with grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce &amp; her dear friend (a fellow neighbor) walked early in the mornings at the same time I walked Wyatt, so we ran into them 2 or 3 times a week. They loved to pet Wyatt:) And Wyatt would gallop to greet them, only to get close &amp; act timid to have them pet him...a mystery? Then I finally figured out it must be that they both had a cat, &amp; he could smell the cats as he got near them (cats are a scary thing to Wyatt). Joyce &amp; her friend were such good sports though &amp; every morning would be tickled to see him, &amp; we always enjoyed a quick chat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce &amp; her husband Brien offered Cameron his first job. Joyce called Cameron to ask if he wanted to work for them at The Postal Center--and he loved that job:) Even Seth worked there later for a time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce worked at the library right up the street for years, so everybody knew her. She was truly a delightful person, one of the most positive people you could ever meet! She always asked about you &amp; the focus was on you, never her. &lt;br /&gt;And her smile lit up a room, or a library, or a green way:) &lt;br /&gt;And what a sense of humor! Any time you were with her you laughed. &lt;br /&gt;She never failed to make you feel better, a rare gift:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss her, our neighborhood will miss her, her best friends will miss her, her co-workers will miss her, &amp; her family will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A woman of great light &amp; joy has left us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2404470102977981443?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2404470102977981443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2404470102977981443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2404470102977981443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2404470102977981443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/joyce.html' title='Joyce'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6453649674158902356</id><published>2010-03-14T21:16:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:58:33.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S52LKZgy3ZI/AAAAAAAAEhU/_IfbqI1-LKM/s1600-h/IMG_2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S52LKZgy3ZI/AAAAAAAAEhU/_IfbqI1-LKM/s200/IMG_2387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448664134951558546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday night, the first day of Daylight Savings Time for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Skye left for Boone right after lunch, after spending Spring Break at home...always a little sad to see her leave.&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Keith &amp; I are watching the movie, Jumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a big part of the reason is I have struggled with two bouts of respiratory bugs since Christmas. This second cold has knocked me back for almost a month. My immune system must be on the blink, or something. I'm usually healthy as a horse:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling punky, having no energy, eventually wears me down. I must say even as Spring approaches, I've been suffering with some depression, feeling blue.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I dealt with my "great depression" after my Cameron was born. It's a tough road. But my blues only lasted a couple of years. Countless people fight chronic depression all their lives. Now that's TOUGH with a capital T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently cut down my days at Cardland from three to two, thinking it would be more manageable, push me to do some artwork, give me more time for C&amp;C and Stephen Ministry, but, am not sure I did the right thing at the right time...&lt;br /&gt;Second guessing myself. Not good for a Presbyterian girl to do it for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jumper turned out to be a good movie--it just ended without really "ending":)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6453649674158902356?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6453649674158902356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6453649674158902356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6453649674158902356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6453649674158902356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/03/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S52LKZgy3ZI/AAAAAAAAEhU/_IfbqI1-LKM/s72-c/IMG_2387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2574276621337339138</id><published>2010-02-26T20:38:00.026-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:55:17.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Legacy</title><content type='html'>Early yesterday afternoon, Thursday, a woman came into our Hallmark store to ask if we could help her with an important request. &lt;br /&gt;Her friend, Cindy, is dying. &lt;br /&gt;Cindy wanted to buy some cards for her eight year old daughter, cards to sign, cards in which to write a short note, cards to leave for future special occasions in her daughter's life; birthdays, graduation, engagement, wedding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend asked if she could bring Cindy to select some special cards before we opened, a quiet time when the mom could concentrate to make her choices, possibly next Monday or Tuesday. We quickly agreed; whatever we could do to help. I suggested coming in at 9am, a half an hour before we opened.&lt;br /&gt;She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, a few hours later, the friend called. Cindy wasn't sure she would make it through the weekend. Could they come in today, Friday morning? &lt;br /&gt;Of course, I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane &amp; I were working together today. We decided to come in early, get things ready before Cindy came (if she felt like coming) along with her precious friend. &lt;br /&gt;Jane fixed hot cider, I counted the money, Jane cleaned the glass doors, I vacuumed a little--Jane wanted things to be just right. Beforehand we made a pact to pay for the cards selected, to use our store certificates we had earned (making it a Hallmark gift); the tiniest token to a mother carrying out a last errand for her child before dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both afraid she might not come. Maybe she was too sick, maybe she hadn't survived the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at 9:10 she arrived. Her friend, &amp; the friend's husband, drove up to Hallmark's door. With their help, Cindy slipped into her wheelchair, tethered to her oxygen tank, looking oh so frail. The wind was chilling, but the importance of this trip was not to be deterred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hellos, as the friend's husband departed, we asked Cindy's friend what cards Cindy needed, as the petite dark-haired mom sat by, quietly. Such a hard job, this trip. Cindy's wheelchair was pushed to the Daughter birthday section. Slowly she read through the cards, crying silently.&lt;br /&gt;Kleenexes were passed around. &lt;br /&gt;The dear friend was the point person. Jane &amp; I suggested cards, searching for appropriate ones, then handing them first to Cindy's friend, who would run them by Cindy. After about 20 or 30 minutes, Cindy was exhausted, feeling sick, unable to look further.&lt;br /&gt;Eight cards had been selected. &lt;br /&gt;It was all the time Cindy could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane checked out the cards, then, we explained that Beaver Creek Hallmark would pay for the cards. I wasn't sure the words were clear (my voice was untrustworthy), but the two friends realized what we were saying. They were surprised, grateful, for our tiny gift.&lt;br /&gt;The friend's hubby was called. He had been waiting nearby at Panera while the shopping trip was completed. Patiently, tenderly, both he &amp; Cindy's friend lifted the dying mom into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they drove away, Jane and I felt such a weight, such a heaviness! We had witnessed a mother doing the hardest thing a mother can do--figuring out how to say goodbye to her child, and how to leave behind a part of herself, a mother's legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy had decided Hallmark cards could convey her love at those important times in her child's future, a precious way to be part of the daughter's life at those times when she'll miss her mother beyond words. And the cards left will be of great comfort, and, they will be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, how Jane &amp; I were blessed to be part of your final hours. We will pray for your faithful and devout friend--your advocate, and for your precious daughter.&lt;br /&gt;It was a God appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2574276621337339138?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2574276621337339138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2574276621337339138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2574276621337339138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2574276621337339138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/mothers-legacy.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Legacy'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8141990452569394723</id><published>2010-02-14T14:15:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:16:29.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February Fluff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S3hMBEI0GcI/AAAAAAAAEbA/aJfNnS4Rpic/s1600-h/IMG_3456.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S3hMBEI0GcI/AAAAAAAAEbA/aJfNnS4Rpic/s400/IMG_3456.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night, NC had it's second snow fall in about 2 weeks--surprising to most of us:) A soft blanket of wet snow covered everything! Trees, bushes, cars, all were coated with white frosting:) &lt;br /&gt;(The streets stayed relatively clear, so travel was not a problem--just icy spots here &amp; there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke Saturday morning to a phone call from my manager saying Hallmark would open an hour late. After hopping out of bed I looked out the window to see a glorious white fairy tale world. I knew time was limited so, after getting dressed, Wyatt &amp; I headed out to walk &amp; take pictures---the sun, peeking out faintly, was threatening to melt the soft snow asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hike was cold &amp; a bit windy, believe me, but oh so beautiful!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This snowfall was short-lived, but even today, Sunday, I spied a few snowmen, giving testimony to the fact we did have more than a dusting:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this second 2010 winter 'delight':)&lt;br /&gt;A truly unique winter in our neck of the woods:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle&lt;br /&gt;' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8141990452569394723?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8141990452569394723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8141990452569394723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8141990452569394723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8141990452569394723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-fluff.html' title='February Fluff'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S3hMBEI0GcI/AAAAAAAAEbA/aJfNnS4Rpic/s72-c/IMG_3456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6513913620656068812</id><published>2010-02-09T17:53:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:03:02.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warm Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S3HnZkNHBrI/AAAAAAAAEQY/2n75fC6sYyE/s1600-h/IMG_3416.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S3HnZkNHBrI/AAAAAAAAEQY/2n75fC6sYyE/s400/IMG_3416.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this chilly, rainy, day, I met one of my best friends, Kathy, &amp; her daughter, Robin, for a late lunch.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Robin set it up. &lt;br /&gt;She wanted to give me a Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;Robin works in the Triangle, Kathy lives in Holly Springs, so we needed to find a place that was convenient for the 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;We decided on The Loop near 55 &amp; High House Road.&lt;br /&gt;It was cozy, the food was 'delish', &amp; the company was sweet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What was the gift?&lt;br /&gt;The picture gives it away:)&lt;br /&gt;She gave me an afghan she crocheted, with a precious note---how cool is that, er, how warm is that?!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What a thoughtful gift, to spend the time to create a work of art that will be such a comfort, for years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am touched Robin, by your kindness:) &lt;br /&gt;Bless your heart, dear one:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6513913620656068812?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6513913620656068812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6513913620656068812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6513913620656068812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6513913620656068812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/warm-gift.html' title='A Warm Gift'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S3HnZkNHBrI/AAAAAAAAEQY/2n75fC6sYyE/s72-c/IMG_3416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7894769398654504242</id><published>2010-02-05T07:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:57:46.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rainy February Friday</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;I'm conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;Last October, for my 60th birthday, instead of gifts I asked if Keith &amp; the fam would contribute toward a girls' NYC weekend trip for Skye, Kelley, &amp; Kelley's mom, Betsy (Betsy turned 60 last year also).&lt;br /&gt;All agreed:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith asked if we could delay it till Skye's graduation this May, which means it would be her graduation gift as well. &lt;br /&gt;I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;The girls agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, NOW is the time to make reservations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Skye is graduating in May (we need to make motel reservations for the second weekend in May, in Blowing Rock--that equals money), she has applied for grad school (money required), she wants to move to a one bedroom apartment on King Street in August (which requires a chunk of a down payment), so all the above takes, guess what---$$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening is great; the timing is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, within the next 2 weeks (max), this grand idea needs to be sorted out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will we ever have enough money to do a girls' weekend in the Big Apple?&lt;br /&gt;Do we just delay it once again?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a frivolous idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My financial guy is not a happy camper:(&lt;br /&gt;My major benefactor is not happy:(&lt;br /&gt;Skye's major benefactor is not happy:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can he work this out?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work this out?&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are welcome:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7894769398654504242?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7894769398654504242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7894769398654504242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7894769398654504242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7894769398654504242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainy-february-friday.html' title='A Rainy February Friday'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8144262353679311763</id><published>2010-01-30T13:10:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:51:19.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snowy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S2R2B007-BI/AAAAAAAAEJg/T2QgTyXG8lg/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S2R2B007-BI/AAAAAAAAEJg/T2QgTyXG8lg/s400/IMG_3376.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of agonizing over whether to cancel a family weekend in Boone/Blowing Rock to celebrate Skye's 23rd birthday, or strike out &amp; attempt it, Keith &amp; I chose to cancel yesterday morning. Being stuck in snowy Boone in a small motel room or an apartment with 3 other people sounded less than fun. Getting home Sunday seemed quite dangerous if the weather was as bad as forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once the choice was made, I decided to be content to enjoy our first 2010 snow here at home in central NC. I love snow--to me it makes all things look pure, new, clean. It creates quiet. &lt;br /&gt;Peace. &lt;br /&gt;Quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been sleeting most of this quiet Saturday, on top of last night's 4 inches of snow. I've been computing most of my day, putting on photos &amp; checking out others' snow pictures. No schedule, no time crunch, no work, no meetings....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Soon Keith &amp; I are heading out to explore in the Jeep. Always a fun thing:) We'll take our cameras &amp; check out the beauty of our beautiful snow blanketed world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm copying one of my favorite snow poems below---just insert Jeep instead of a horse:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;His house is in the village, though;&lt;br /&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;br /&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;br /&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;br /&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;br /&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;br /&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;br /&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;br /&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep,&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8144262353679311763?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8144262353679311763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8144262353679311763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8144262353679311763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8144262353679311763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/snowy-day.html' title='A Snowy Day'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S2R2B007-BI/AAAAAAAAEJg/T2QgTyXG8lg/s72-c/IMG_3376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4781562601426341408</id><published>2010-01-19T09:45:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:37:48.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will 2010 Bring--January</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S1XFhOQcEaI/AAAAAAAAEDo/oSoP8EkFseM/s1600-h/IMG_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S1XFhOQcEaI/AAAAAAAAEDo/oSoP8EkFseM/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swing.&lt;br /&gt;Inviting.&lt;br /&gt;Empty though.&lt;br /&gt;But full of promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is already bringing changes for me.&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned in an email to my manager Yvonne that I'd been considering cutting back my 3 day job to 2, not knowing for sure if it was the thing to do, left it at that, then this week she asked if I still was interested in trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind: November &amp;amp; December were tough for me. I love, love, Christmas, but found myself constantly dreaming of getting more sleep--sinus stuff dragging me down, working hard in Cardland, shopping, no time to bake, propping my eyes open during the Christmas Eve Service, no time to enjoy things. By Christmas afternoon, I was headed for exhaustion &amp;amp; a sinus infection--not a good way to end 2009:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward: The 2010 Hallmark plan is to work 9-5 two days a week (one being Monday), add on one Saturday a month, additional days when special projects need done, plus sub for other daytime co-workers when possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's not sure about this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I didn't even discuss it with him, &amp;amp; he's my sounding board--not sure how that happened:( I think he's fretting that I'll spend as much, yet will not be bringing home as much.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I do have some self control issues, especially with food &amp;amp; shopping:( Things I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the thought of having one more day "unscheduled" makes me feel "freer" already:)&lt;br /&gt;Googa mooga, maybe I'll even paint again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, spend some time on a swing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4781562601426341408?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4781562601426341408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4781562601426341408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4781562601426341408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4781562601426341408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-will-2010-bring-january.html' title='What Will 2010 Bring--January'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/S1XFhOQcEaI/AAAAAAAAEDo/oSoP8EkFseM/s72-c/IMG_3244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3797363827950602038</id><published>2010-01-12T19:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:41:16.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Alice</title><content type='html'>I read this book in 2 nights &amp; an afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It strikes close to home. My mama had Alzheimer's, her mama, her brothers....&lt;br /&gt;My oldest friend has early onset Alzheimer's &amp;, so far, her disease has been mercifully slow progressing. I thought of Judy often as I read Alice's story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend Still Alice to anyone. This is Lisa Genova's first novel, &amp; it's excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Simon &amp; Schuster about Still Alice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While Alice once placed her worth and identity in her celebrated and respected academic life, now she must re-evaluate her relationship with her husband, her expectations of her children and her ideas about herself and her place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing her yesterdays, her short-term memory hanging on by a couple of frayed threads, she is living in the moment, living for each day. But she is still Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Alice is as compelling as A Beautiful Mind and as powerful as Ordinary People. You will gain an understanding of those affected by early-onset Alzheimer's and remain moved and inspired long after you have put it down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3797363827950602038?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3797363827950602038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3797363827950602038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3797363827950602038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3797363827950602038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-alice.html' title='Still Alice'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-907434786483981776</id><published>2010-01-01T09:47:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:42:51.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime 2009  Ponderings on New Year's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Sz4LJl1gBnI/AAAAAAAAEDI/_ZjidoP6L1g/s1600-h/IMG_3313.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Sz4LJl1gBnI/AAAAAAAAEDI/_ZjidoP6L1g/s400/IMG_3313.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Photo: Christmas Brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this on the 2010 side of Christmas, but all the Christmas decorations, gifts, trees, are still surrounding me, calling to me to put them away.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to recoup from a sinus infection that had been slowly brewing most of the fall. I'm afraid I was determined to survive till Christmas, then afterward, with my guard down, I just gave in to physical &amp; mental fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I finally saw my doctor who recommended a regiment to get me back to normal:) Antibiotics are the last solution these days, but am thinking they are in my future, like today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was such a busy day since Skye &amp; I both worked. Afterward we picked up subs for supper, then attended the 8pm Christmas Eve Service at Peace. I was so tired I have no idea what Rev. McFarland said--not good:(&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was calm &amp; quiet, a sweet time with the family. &lt;br /&gt;Cameron, Seth &amp; Kelley, and Skye were all here:) Three Three &amp; Wyatt were so excited to be together &amp; play &amp; scout for food:) Gifts galore. Food galore, even a bit of Christmas wine:) &lt;br /&gt;By 1pm Seth &amp; Kelley &amp; Three left for their second Christmas with the Wests, and Skye, Wyatt, &amp; I headed straight for a nap--heavenly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, I had assumed visiting Keith's mom &amp; dad &amp; all the Mc's at Thanksgiving was a good idea, but--with mid Nov. through Dec. being the busiest time in retail, Skye facing papers &amp; projects being due &amp; her exams around the corner, Keith ending up having gall bladder surgery the exact same time as Janie's &amp; Louise's visit (both rare indeed!) Dec. 8/9, finishing shopping, not have time to bake, not sending Christmas cards till Christmas Eve &amp; later, I resolve to keep it more simple next year. One way will be to take off work after the rush--we enjoy going to Pa. after Christmas; a much more relaxed time:) Another is to ask off Christmas Eve--it's not good when you can't soak in the meaning of the Season. Thirdly, it'll be easier for Skye next Christmas with a school schedule &amp; work in Boone as well (hopefully) to be off after Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to rush here &amp; there &amp; simply yearn for enough rest. I felt like I couldn't get a deep breath some days:(&lt;br /&gt;Should I re-schedule my part time work in 2010? Should I work two days a week instead of three? Should I pare down my church volunteer time?? If so, what should I give up??&lt;br /&gt;I pray for wisdom &amp; discernment, &amp; plenty of vacation time in this new year:) Keith, where are we going first? Boone in January? A girls' weekend in NYC in May? Sounds good so far:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-907434786483981776?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/907434786483981776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=907434786483981776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/907434786483981776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/907434786483981776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmastime-2009-ponderings-on-new.html' title='Christmastime 2009  Ponderings on New Year&apos;s Day'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Sz4LJl1gBnI/AAAAAAAAEDI/_ZjidoP6L1g/s72-c/IMG_3313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5285772113766061442</id><published>2009-12-21T19:23:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:39:57.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SzARg7EV-WI/AAAAAAAAD-c/mG3rBdlHrG8/s1600-h/IMG_3204.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SzARg7EV-WI/AAAAAAAAD-c/mG3rBdlHrG8/s320/IMG_3204.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lorrie Davis Netzley &amp; Craig Netzley dropped in to spend a few precious hours with Keith &amp; me:) &lt;br /&gt;Our third contingency of former UMC youth kids from upstate NY coming here!:) &lt;br /&gt;Could we have asked for better gifts, than to have at least 4 of our friends/youth from our 'honeymoon days' in NY come to see us this fall, our 40th year of marriage?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yearned to see our kids throughout the years, dreaming of a reunion, but have lost touch with many. I prayed for them, wondering how each was faring, especially our last group of young ones that we knew the shortest amount of time--left behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, if I had not been in the midst of Christmas mayhem in the center of Hallmark when Lorrie &amp; Craig walked in, I would have wept buckets....of joy! I must admit a few tears were shed:)&lt;br /&gt;Lorrie &amp; Craig, after spending most of the years married to other spouses or divorced from a spouse, were married this August, so are newlyweds:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig's sister 'Dia' &amp; her son Brett brought Craig &amp; Lorrie to us:) (They live about 40 minutes away). Bless you Dia:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I couldn't connect with Keith; his new Droid battery had run down:( But Skye found him to tell him the news. Then I needed to track down my manager Yvonne (who was at the bank) to plead for a lunch hour in the midst of the busiest day of the season:( &lt;br /&gt;But, all worked out. Keith appeared in no time, and Yvonne sent me off to enjoy lunch if I promised to bring back potato soup for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate outside at Panera's (no room inside). It must have been 50 degrees today, but we didn't care. We talked &amp; talked &amp; listened &amp; grinned &amp; laughed &amp; loved it all:)!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, at some point I had to return to reality &amp; report back to work, so hugged all with great reluctance, then dashed back to Hallmark. But Keith took everybody home where the reunion continued for another couple of hours:) Everybody got to meet Skye as well:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig &amp; Lorrie's group ate &amp; dreamed the folk music of the late 60's &amp; early 70's. We spent hours practicing music &amp; presenting folk services:) They were a talented bunch of kids! &lt;br /&gt;Our church sponsored a coffeehouse (mentioned here before) the youth group participated in, volunteered in recycling at the town dump before it was politically correct, were always part of the Community Easter Sunrise Service----basically we simply liked doing things together!&lt;br /&gt;The youth group was our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorrie was our next door neighbor while we lived in Olive Bridge:) Her mom &amp; dad made us feel right at home from the start. We even helped Mr. Davis cement a swimming area for his newly laid out campground. A wonderful family:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth, Janie (&amp; Louise), Craig &amp; Lorrie, the LORD sent you to us &amp; we needed to see you! Each visit has been a precious gift to Keith &amp; me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It melts my heart that you cared enough to stay in touch. It makes me weep to think how sweet our time together was 35-40 year ago, &amp; continues today when the rare opportunity arises:)&lt;br /&gt;Bless y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Praying we'll all be united one day singing "Cum Bah Yah" &amp; "Michael Row The Boat" &amp; "Sloop John B", "Blowing In The Wind", etc.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5285772113766061442?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5285772113766061442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5285772113766061442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5285772113766061442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5285772113766061442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-gifts.html' title='Precious Gifts'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SzARg7EV-WI/AAAAAAAAD-c/mG3rBdlHrG8/s72-c/IMG_3204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1535890769296300081</id><published>2009-12-21T07:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:26:05.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exmas by C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>... and beyond this there lies in the ocean, turned towards the west and the north, the island of Niatirb which Hecataeus indeed declares to be the same size and shape as Sicily, but it is larger, and though in calling it triangular a man would not miss the mark. It is densely inhabited by men who wear clothes not very different from other barbarians who occupy the north- western parts of Europe though they do not agree with them in language. These islanders, surpassing all the men of whom we know in patience and endurance, use the following customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of winter when fogs and rains most abound they have a great festival which they call Exmas , and for fifty days they prepare for it in the fashion I shall describe. First of all, every citizen is obliged to send to each of his friends and relations a square piece of hard paper stamped with a picture, which in their speech is called an Exmas-card . But the pictures represent birds sitting on branches, or trees with a dark green prickly leaf, or else men in such garments as the Niatirbians believe that their ancestors wore two hundred years ago riding in coaches such as their ancestors used, or houses with snow on their roofs. And the Niatirbians are unwilling to say what these pictures have to do with the festival, guarding (as I suppose) some sacred mystery. And because all men must send these cards the market-place is filled with the crowd of those buying them, so that there is great labour and weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having bought as many as they suppose to be sufficient, they return to their houses and find there the like cards which others have sent to them. And when they find cards from any to whom they also have sent cards, they throw them away and give thanks to the gods that this labour at least is over for another year. But when they find cards from any to whom they have not sent, then they beat their breasts and wail and utter curses against the sender; and, having sufficiently lamented their misfortune, they put on their boots again and go out into the fog and rain and buy a card for him also. And let this account suffice about Exmas-cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also send gifts to one another, suffering the same things about the gifts as about the cards, or even worse. For every citizen has to guess the value of the gift which every friend will send to him so that he may send one of equal value, whether he can afford it or not. And they buy as gifts for one another such things as no man ever bought for himself. For the sellers, understanding the custom, put forth all kinds of trumpery, and whatever, being useless and ridiculous, sell as an Exmas gift. And though the Niatirbians profess themselves to lack sufficient necessary things, such as metal, leather, wood and paper, yet an incredible quantity of these things is wasted every year, being made into the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during these fifty days the oldest, poorest and the most miserable of citizens put on false beards and red robes and walk in the market-place; being disguised (in my opinion) as Cronos. And the sellers of gifts no less than the purchasers become pale and weary, because of the crowds and the fog, so that any man who came into a Niatirbian city at this season would think that some great calamity had fallen on Niatirb. This fifty days of preparation is called in their barbarian speech the Exmas Rush .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the day of the festival comes, then most of the citizens, being exhausted with the Rush , lie in bed till noon. But in the evening they eat five times as much supper as on other days and, crowning themselves with crowns of paper, they become intoxicated. And on the day after Exmas they are very grave, being internally disordered by the supper and the drinking and reckoning how much they have spent on gifts and on the wine. For wine is so dear among the Niatirbians that a man must swallow the worth of a talent before he is well intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such, then, are their customs about the Exmas. But the few among the Niatirbians have also a festival, separate and to themselves, called Crissmas , which is on the same day as Exmas. And those who keep Crissmas, doing the opposite to the majority of the Niatirbians, rise early on that day with shining faces and go before sunrise to certain temples where they partake of a sacred feast. And in most of the temples they set out images of a fair woman with a new-born Child on her knees and certain animals and shepherds adoring the Child. (The reason of these images is given in a certain sacred story which I know but do not repeat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I myself conversed with a priest in one of these temples and asked him why they kept Crissmas on the same day as Exmas; for it appeared to me inconvenient. But the priest replied, “It is not lawful, O Stranger, for us to change the date of Crissmas, but would that Zeus would put it into the minds of the Niatirbians to keep Exmas at some other time or not to keep it at all. For Exmas and the Rush distract the minds even of the few from sacred things. And we indeed are glad that men should make merry at Crissmas; but in Exmas there is no merriment left.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked him why they endured the Rush, he replied, “It is, O Stranger, a racket, using (as I suppose) the words of some oracle and speaking unintelligibly to me (for a racket is an instrument which the barbarians use in a game called tennis ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what Hecataeus says, that Exmas and Crissmas are the same, is not credible. For the first, the pictures which are stamped on the Exmas-cards have nothing to do with the sacred story which the priests tell about Crissmas. And secondly, the most part of the Niatirbians, not believing the religion of the few, nevertheless send the gifts and cards and participate in the Rush and drink, wearing paper caps. But it is not likely that men, even being barbarians, should suffer so many and great things in honour of a god they do not believe in. And now, enough about Niatirb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis, God in the Dock,&lt;br /&gt;"Xmas and Christmas: A Lost Chapter from Herodotus"&lt;br /&gt;(1st published in Time and Tide, 1954)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1535890769296300081?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1535890769296300081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1535890769296300081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1535890769296300081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1535890769296300081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/exmas-by-cs-lewis.html' title='Exmas by C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3737109386414815625</id><published>2009-12-17T21:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:29:40.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Russian Tea Mix</title><content type='html'>This is the recipe I mentioned in my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful on a chilly winter day, especially during the Christmas holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Makes a nice gift:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSIAN HOT TEA MIX  &lt;br /&gt;2 c. Tang&lt;br /&gt;1 c. instant tea&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp. cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 tub Crystal lemonade (can substitute sugar free)&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. Wyler's lemonade (can substitute sugar free)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. sugar ( or Splenda may be substituted)&lt;br /&gt;Combine ingredients and store in jar until needed. Add mix per individual taste with hot water and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to one &amp; all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3737109386414815625?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3737109386414815625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3737109386414815625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3737109386414815625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3737109386414815625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-russian-tea-mix.html' title='Christmas Russian Tea Mix'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2970307569842853444</id><published>2009-12-16T20:30:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:25:55.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Yummy Quick Recipe for Christmas</title><content type='html'>I have always loved pecans!&lt;br /&gt;If they are in any dessert, or salad, or dressing, the more the better:) Even a handful of fresh plain ones are tasty:)&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I looked online &amp; found a microwave rendition of a favorite of mine. It turned out so well, I made two batches:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLAZED ORANGE PECANS  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 c. pecan halves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine orange juice and sugar in a 7x12 glass baking dish; mix well. Stir in pecans. Microwave on ROAST for 6 minutes. Stir and continue cooking on ROAST for 8-10 minutes or until syrup crystallizes. Spread and separate glazed nuts on buttered cookie sheet to cool. Yield 2 cups glazed pecans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Store in a pretty jar or tin &amp; give as a gift, or, serve at your next party, or--take time this December to visit with a friend &amp; sip Russian tea &amp; nibble glazed orange pecans:)&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas treat!&lt;br /&gt;Edna, do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Merry, Merry:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2970307569842853444?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2970307569842853444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2970307569842853444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2970307569842853444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2970307569842853444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/yummy-quick-recipe-for-christmas.html' title='A Yummy Quick Recipe for Christmas'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6639347442407519892</id><published>2009-12-11T19:22:00.039-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:01:23.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wild &amp; Crazy Time In December---a 36 hr. adventure for Janie &amp; Louise, and Keith!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SyLiZ_V8iSI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/C2G8yzMzcD8/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SyLiZ_V8iSI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/C2G8yzMzcD8/s320/IMG_3301.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo is of Seth, Janie, &amp; Louise at The Lucky 32:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, December 8th:&lt;br /&gt;1. Regular routine of walking Wyatt about 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last minute cleaning before friend Janie (part of our youth group in NY) comes. We haven't seen her in 34 years! She's bringing a neighbor/friend. They found a special deal on Jet Blue for a round trip ticket for $99 (cheap)!&lt;br /&gt;3. Nancy's mom's Memorial Service at 2pm at Jordon Oaks.&lt;br /&gt;4. After work Keith has a Dr.'s appt./consultation at 3:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;5. Meet Keith at Dr. Jordon's office after Memorial Service. He complains of feeling terrible, a pain in his upper abdomen. The wait is so long, I leave after 45 minutes since Janie &amp; friend Louise are arriving at the house about 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;6. Keith arrives home at 5pm. Says Dr. Jordon sent him for x-rays &amp; is trying to admit him to the hospital---she suspects gallstones.&lt;br /&gt;7. About 5:30 Janie &amp; Louise arrive. Oh happy day to see Janie again!! And meet Louise:)&lt;br /&gt;8. Then Seth &amp; Cameron arrive to meet the girls &amp; go to dinner with us (Kelley wasn't feeling well).&lt;br /&gt;9. About 6:30 I drive Keith to the hospital (right across the street from The Lucky 32) &amp; the boys take our guests on to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;10. It's raining &amp; chilly.&lt;br /&gt;11. I meet our dear friend Janie &amp; friend Louise at dinner, being entertained by Seth &amp; Cameron:) We had a delicious "Southern" dinner:) &lt;br /&gt;12. Afterward we visit Keith, now situated in the Short Term Care unit, being given an antibiotic &amp; pain-killer intravenously---and feeling much better:)&lt;br /&gt;13. About 10pm we leave the hospital, Seth going on home &amp; the girls &amp; Cameron &amp; I visit while I mix up an egg, cheese, sausage casserole for breakfast. Cameron's day at work sounded pretty dicey. Four of his team have been laid off &amp; he is worried:(&lt;br /&gt;14. Bed at 11:30. The girls have been up since 4am! I've been up since 6:30am. We all sleep soundly as the rain pours.&lt;br /&gt;15. Wake up at 6:30am to walk Wyatt but it's still raining hard.&lt;br /&gt;16. Enjoy casserole, coffee, biscotti together, then head to Western Wake to check on Keith.&lt;br /&gt;17. Visit for 2 hrs. Pastor Andy drops by for a while. &lt;br /&gt;18. Nurse thinks the surgery won't be till evening since Keith is considered an "add on", so I decide to go on to Southern Seasons in Chapel Hill with Janie, Louise.&lt;br /&gt;19. We spend 2 hrs. at Southern Seasons, one hr. shopping, the other hr. having lunch at the Weathervane--the food was wonderful but the best part for Janie &amp; Louise was eating outside on Dec 9th (the sun had come out &amp; the weather was mild)!&lt;br /&gt;20. Have to say goodbye to Janie &amp; Louise--they are going on to see Duke Chapel &amp; Duke Gardens &amp; fly home, while I drive back to sit &amp; wait for gall bladder surgery with Keith. Must admit it was hard to leave them.&lt;br /&gt;21. Cameron, Seth, &amp; Kelley come to the hospital after work. Seth &amp; Kelley bring supper. &lt;br /&gt;22. Keith is finally taken to surgery at 7:30. &lt;br /&gt;23. By 10pm Keith is out of surgery, then in recovery for about 1/2 hr. All went well, &amp; Keith is alert enough to talk, but fades in &amp; out of consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;24. We all head home about 11pm. I spend the first night alone in our house of 22 years. I sleep on &amp; off.&lt;br /&gt;25. Wake up Thursday morning, walk Wyatt, shower, then drop the deposit keys off at work (Yvonne is hoping not to come in). Toni has graciously offered to work for me if I will come in at noon for an hour or two. She has a hair appt. she'd like to keep.&lt;br /&gt;26. When I get to Western Wake the surgeon has told Keith he can be released as soon as the paperwork is finished. I find the nurse Wendy to speed things along.&lt;br /&gt;27. At 11am we head out the door &amp; go across the street to our Harris Teeter pharmacy to pick up Vicodin for Keith's pain management. He's joking about being "House":)&lt;br /&gt;28. I drop Keith off at home, get him settled into his recliner, then dash to work.....&lt;br /&gt;29. By 3:30, I am napping on the couch, Keith's sleeping in his chair, &amp; Wyatt is snoring away between us:)&lt;br /&gt;30. Whew!!! Worked 9-5 today, tomorrow 12-7pm. While Keith's recuperating, I need to figure out when I can recuperate:)!&lt;br /&gt;31. But, above all, what a blessing to see Janie again, to meet Louise, &amp; for Keith to be so well cared for throughout his attack &amp; surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6639347442407519892?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6639347442407519892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6639347442407519892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6639347442407519892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6639347442407519892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/12/wild-crazy-time-in-december-36-hr.html' title='A Wild &amp; Crazy Time In December---a 36 hr. adventure for Janie &amp; Louise, and Keith!'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SyLiZ_V8iSI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/C2G8yzMzcD8/s72-c/IMG_3301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1189202129886596732</id><published>2009-11-22T14:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:39:04.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha Campbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SwmSKNLLsRI/AAAAAAAADzI/Wmrp_M9aZSw/s1600/IMG_1996.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SwmSKNLLsRI/AAAAAAAADzI/Wmrp_M9aZSw/s400/IMG_1996.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Martha, mother of Nancy, mother in law of Jeff, grandmother to Jennifer, great grandmother to newborn Tanner, &amp; friend to many:)&lt;br /&gt;97 years young.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, November 22nd, 2009 is your graduation day!&lt;br /&gt;The race is run, good &amp; faithful servant.&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again....&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1189202129886596732?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1189202129886596732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1189202129886596732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1189202129886596732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1189202129886596732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/martha-campbell.html' title='Martha Campbell'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SwmSKNLLsRI/AAAAAAAADzI/Wmrp_M9aZSw/s72-c/IMG_1996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8398715763085096690</id><published>2009-11-20T18:46:00.037-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:15:13.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>November thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SwcqRta0DLI/AAAAAAAADyQ/xd9-XNjBxlg/s1600/IMG_3198.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SwcqRta0DLI/AAAAAAAADyQ/xd9-XNjBxlg/s400/IMG_3198.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November.&lt;br /&gt;A time of reflection.&lt;br /&gt;A time to think of planning &amp; preparing for the holidays:)&lt;br /&gt;A time to stroll through the countless colorful leaves, unhurried.&lt;br /&gt;The last few fluttery leaves left on the branches appear delicate &amp; wispy-like.&lt;br /&gt;Bare limbs gracefully reaching, twisting, outward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A season of changeable weather.&lt;br /&gt;Gray skies often cover the landscape. &lt;br /&gt;Cold rain seems especially daunting, dreary.&lt;br /&gt;Wind sweeps in once in a while, bringing a chill &amp; the promise of colder days to come.&lt;br /&gt;But sunny skies still reign in NC during November; brilliant blue skies &amp; glorious sunrises &amp; sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retail is headlong into the Christmas season, leap-frogging over gracious &amp; forgiving Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November can be a sad time; last year one of our church teenagers, Matt, was murdered around Thanksgiving--still so heart wrenching, so heartbreaking:( &lt;br /&gt;This year's news; in a neighboring county an innocent 5 year old girl sold &amp; murdered:( Hard to grasp such tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;Grief seems harder in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazaars dot the calendar, Christmas Open Houses, Thanksgiving, the Raleigh Christmas Parade, all special events that give us comfort &amp; cheer us on:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time of rest for the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;A time we should slow down &amp; be thankful for our blessings, but, will we take the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo taken from Lake Pine trail last week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8398715763085096690?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8398715763085096690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8398715763085096690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8398715763085096690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8398715763085096690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/november.html' title='November thoughts'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SwcqRta0DLI/AAAAAAAADyQ/xd9-XNjBxlg/s72-c/IMG_3198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5786771203613037210</id><published>2009-11-05T07:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:13:54.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A November Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SvLH4_VDwpI/AAAAAAAADu4/oFtQ2K8TGUI/s1600-h/IMG_3194.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SvLH4_VDwpI/AAAAAAAADu4/oFtQ2K8TGUI/s400/IMG_3194.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Pine early yesterday as the November sun's rays stretched across the steam-covered lake &amp; leaf-carpeted trail. &lt;br /&gt;Glorious walking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5786771203613037210?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5786771203613037210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5786771203613037210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5786771203613037210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5786771203613037210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-walk.html' title='A November Walk'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SvLH4_VDwpI/AAAAAAAADu4/oFtQ2K8TGUI/s72-c/IMG_3194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7703168756340387686</id><published>2009-11-01T17:52:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:23:28.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit From The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Su4RUFLxArI/AAAAAAAADss/pR0Yym3hRGM/s1600-h/IMG_1284.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Su4RUFLxArI/AAAAAAAADss/pR0Yym3hRGM/s320/IMG_1284.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, out of the blue, I received a Facebook email post. Beth was looking for Keith &amp; me:)&lt;br /&gt;Little Beth, young---or that's how I picture her still in my mind, long dark hair, a few freckles, a smile, &amp; twinkling dark brown eyes:)&lt;br /&gt;One of our youngest youth group kids, from NY:)&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, a few of the younger ones are the ones that have touched base with us through the years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out later she had Googled my name &amp; found my home church's website (ironically designed by my sister!). &lt;br /&gt;Amazing:)&lt;br /&gt;I called the cell phone number she had left for me. She's been in Durham working with the UMC Judicial Board this week. No voice mail. But, she saw I had called &amp; rang me back when she finished her meeting. I knew her voice immediately! We both chattered over each other &amp; giggled &amp; laughed we were so excited to connect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was busy writing summaries or something to that effect all afternoon, had plans for last night &amp; church this morning, but she could meet us for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;Lunch, in Durham, near Durham??&lt;br /&gt;The only restaurant that came to mind was Crackerbarrel...near the airport. &lt;br /&gt;Would that work? She asked her friend, Belton Joiner, who was her transportation. &lt;br /&gt;He said he could find it. &lt;br /&gt;Belton Joiner, a former Raleigh area UMC District Superintendent--I recognized the name:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my boys &amp; Kelley &amp; Holly to come &amp; meet Beth.&lt;br /&gt;But disappointing to me, the place was so busy we had to sit separately:( Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be...&lt;br /&gt;The three of us, Beth, Keith, &amp; I sat at our table for more than 2 hours (the kids said goodbye/glad to meet you Beth &amp; disappeared at some point). We were intent on catching up, knowing our time was limited; I'm not quite sure if we knew what we ate... She had to meet her next ride at 4:30. &lt;br /&gt;A whirlwind conversation, but so encouraging, so uplifting, so precious. &lt;br /&gt;To know dear people with which we shared 4 years, or less, still thought of us, still took the time to look us up, still crossed their minds---that moves me, warms my heart:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth, we're proud of you! So gutsy to become a lawyer, to raise a daughter single-handedly, to crusade for Justice &amp; Reconciliation:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again:)&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless you &amp; keep you.&lt;br /&gt;)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7703168756340387686?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7703168756340387686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7703168756340387686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7703168756340387686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7703168756340387686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/11/visit-from-past.html' title='A Visit From The Past'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Su4RUFLxArI/AAAAAAAADss/pR0Yym3hRGM/s72-c/IMG_1284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8186097556039541265</id><published>2009-10-25T21:09:00.043-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T08:04:32.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SuT20810JdI/AAAAAAAADrY/m-bcg9usNmI/s1600-h/IMG_3176.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SuT20810JdI/AAAAAAAADrY/m-bcg9usNmI/s400/IMG_3176.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith &amp; I spent this past weekend with our friends Judy &amp; JE and Linda &amp; Dean on Oak Island:) The weather was primarily overcast, we had showers now &amp; then, but among friends it was a lovely time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;We packed our bags &amp; our bikes &amp; headed southeast early Friday afternoon for a leisurely road trip to the coast:)I was so ready after a tiring week! I think Keith was feeling exactly the same:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the way down we stopped by my Aunt Isabelle's for a brief, but sweet, visit. She met me at her door with a "I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again!". Now that's worth a few minutes any day, any time!! She is as sharp as ever, reporting on most of the nieces &amp; nephews as well as her 10 children, all my Robeson cousins:)She had been crocheting, sitting in her chair by the window waiting for whatever the day brought:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda &amp; Dean &amp; Keith &amp; I arrived near Southport about the same time that evening, so I called Linda, Linda called Judy &amp; JE, who hopped in their SUV &amp; drove inland to meet us at a Southport waterfront restaurant for supper. Such a pretty place at dusk to dine on such delicious seafood!&lt;br /&gt;Afteward we followed Judy &amp; JE's onto the Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy &amp; JE have built a beautiful home near First St. &amp;, as often as time allows, they are 'in residence':) &lt;br /&gt;Judy could actually hang out a B&amp;B shingle since she &amp; JE invite family &amp; friends to visit year round. Plus she's a great cook; she plans &amp; bakes brunch for her guests each morning--or she always does for us:)!! Homemade bread, breakfast casserole, pound cake, coffee, fruit salad, etc.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, we catch up on each others' lives with 'us girls' reminiscing about our younger days growing up together, Judy &amp; Linda talking 'grandma stuff' &amp; knitting (which they're both learning to do) &amp; gardening--while I soak it in:) Lord willing I'll talk grandma things someday, don't plan to knit, &amp; gardening is something I admire but it's not one of my passions.....listening is fine:) The fellas watch whatever game is on &amp; seldom talk; they do now &amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our third time of re-uniting at the beach &amp; what a blessing each visit has been!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Judy's health is stable at this time, but she is dealing with a serious diagnosis, which makes each of us concerned about how she's faring. JE says she's doing so well her Dr. may publish a paper on her positive response to treatment:)!  &lt;br /&gt;(So many of my family members have dealt with the same health issue that I tend to feel I'm in it with her--but, having a high percentage of contracting an illness is different from being diagnosed; that is truly another story) &lt;br /&gt;Judy is handling her situation with such grace &amp; optimism, &amp; any of her struggles she covers well.&lt;br /&gt;How grateful we are she's doing so well, but know it's a hard, daily battle!! &lt;br /&gt;Judy, you're one of my hero's!! &lt;br /&gt;You are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JE, Dean, Linda, &amp; Keith &amp; I are simply dealing with the aches &amp; pains of growing older....we can't complain too much, but will share our latest ache if the subject comes up:)&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate, we talked, we laughed, the girls shopped, the guys watched football, Dean ran, JE walked, Linda &amp; Judy walked, Keith &amp; I rode bikes, we played Sequence, we ate out, we nibbled goodies, we drank coffee, &amp; tasted Lu-Mill wine--and talked some more!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a relaxed time:) &lt;br /&gt;I can't say I slept great (simply not sleeping in my own bed), but being with friends with no expectations, no time limits, no alarm clocks, no watches, is so peaceful....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying goodbye to Judy &amp; JE about 1:30 this afternoon, Dean &amp; Linda &amp; Keith &amp; I stopped by the Lou-Mill Winery in Dublin on our way home. We sampled their selections &amp; bought Christmas wine, jelly, salsa, &amp; tasty Scuppernong cider:) Keith &amp; Dean hefted our boxes of wine &amp; goodies to our cars, we said our goodbyes, &amp; headed toward Aberdeen &amp; Raleigh.....a pleasant way to end the weekend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like sharing a few days with friends that know you through &amp; through &amp; like you in spite of it, that care for you &amp; your families &amp; want a full account of all the goings-on, that support you through thick &amp; thin, &amp; always welcome you with open arms, no matter how long it's been since you've seen one another:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Judy &amp; JE, Linda &amp; Dean, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Take care till we meet again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens at the beach stays at the beach"---the details, that is:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8186097556039541265?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8186097556039541265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8186097556039541265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8186097556039541265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8186097556039541265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-beach-trip.html' title='October Beach Trip'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SuT20810JdI/AAAAAAAADrY/m-bcg9usNmI/s72-c/IMG_3176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-9198559220251514266</id><published>2009-10-17T11:39:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:06:18.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Torino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/StnlNF_lzFI/AAAAAAAADog/LS5Bn7JniKE/s1600-h/IMG_2868.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/StnlNF_lzFI/AAAAAAAADog/LS5Bn7JniKE/s160/IMG_2868.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Keith &amp; I put in our Netflix movie Grand Torino, not knowing what to expect. I'm not sure we even read the basic premise.&lt;br /&gt;But this little movie packed a powerful one-two punch; a tough story, filled with crude and offensive language, (for those of us who live a pretty sheltered life), with the most tender, bittersweet, sacrificial love ending.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It affected me to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can find the greatest love in the most unlikely places, from the most unlikely folks!!&lt;br /&gt;My clean and safe world is not where God lives and shines for the majority of people on this Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I open to being surprised at every turn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-9198559220251514266?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/9198559220251514266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=9198559220251514266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/9198559220251514266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/9198559220251514266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/grand-torino.html' title='Grand Torino'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/StnlNF_lzFI/AAAAAAAADog/LS5Bn7JniKE/s72-c/IMG_2868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7755809231812336230</id><published>2009-10-10T14:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:23:51.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/StDSE2OFX9I/AAAAAAAADkA/seTnQ9QGAoU/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/StDSE2OFX9I/AAAAAAAADkA/seTnQ9QGAoU/s320/IMG_1293.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair is at the home place, Sandrock Acres. A Mr. Briggs made it many years ago:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. &lt;br /&gt;- Stanley Horowitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7755809231812336230?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7755809231812336230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7755809231812336230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7755809231812336230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7755809231812336230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/StDSE2OFX9I/AAAAAAAADkA/seTnQ9QGAoU/s72-c/IMG_1293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1435560633377090404</id><published>2009-10-06T16:07:00.046-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:23:59.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie May/Liz</title><content type='html'>Years ago, back in the early '70's, Keith &amp; I met a girl I always associate with the song "Maggie May". I think of her every time I hear Rod Stewart's song:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Its late September and I really should be back at school.&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep you amused but I feel Im being used.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Maggie I couldnt have tried any more.&lt;br /&gt;You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone.&lt;br /&gt;You stole my heart and thats what really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun when its in your face really shows your age&lt;br /&gt;But that dont worry me none, in my eyes you're everything." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it today on the car radio. &lt;br /&gt;"Maggie May" was popular then &amp; Liz, her real name, was like no other person I had, or have, ever met!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we moved to Stone Ridge, NY, in 1969, a coffeehouse was opened in the tiny village, located in the back of a large white historic church, Rondout Valley UMC. We attended Rondout Valley where we volunteered as youth counselors--actually the pastor drafted us as soon as we arrived since we were the youngest adults in the congregation. Keith &amp; I grew to love those kids like family:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Stone Ridge JayCee's sponsored the coffeehouse held each Friday night and church folks helped as well, even our youth group. It was offered as a place for the young people to congregate since it was a rural area (Kingston was 10 miles away). I recall one of the JayCee's, Larry Lohman, a policeman in Kingston, would always be around every time the coffeehouse doors opened, ready to talk with any of the young people that dropped in. A friendly, jovial fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the sponsors would go into Kingston each Friday afternoon and collect day-old donuts from Dunkin' Donuts which were then served that evening along with coffee, soft drinks, etc.--all free. I can vividly recall Keith and I doing the donut "run":) Maybe I remember so well because we did it often; maybe because I was just tickled to get into town!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz dropped in.&lt;br /&gt;She liked the coffeehouse:) &lt;br /&gt;She was the most unlikely friend I'd ever make, but we became friends. She was a pothead who lived with other potheads in an abandoned house in the woods close to town. She never smoked in front of me, but even as naive as I was, I knew she did. (I didn't know where she lived for a long time, but found out eventually, and the conditions horrified me; just nasty!) &lt;br /&gt;SUNY at New Paltz was not far (where I was attending), as well as Ulster County Community College, so maybe originally she came to the Stone Ridge area to go to school. Or, maybe she traveled to Woodstock and never found her way home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz had long tangled, unkept, brown hair, was terribly thin since she seldom had a real meal, looked older than her years, and her teeth were beginning to deteriorate--most likely because of drugs and lack of nutrition. She didn't have a job and didn't attend college, seemingly someone's throw away daughter. &lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she didn't come to the coffeehouse one Friday night, we'd worry about her. &lt;br /&gt;Larry would try to find her. &lt;br /&gt;I can't remember which happened first; if she finally quit coming and we couldn't track her down, or we moved away. To this day, I wonder what became of her. I wish I remembered her last name. Keith can't recall it either:( &lt;br /&gt;The years have robbed us of details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray we gave her at least one bit of encouragement, one place that people cared for her, one hint that life mattered.&lt;br /&gt;Liz, I remember you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1435560633377090404?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1435560633377090404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1435560633377090404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1435560633377090404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1435560633377090404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/maggie-may.html' title='Maggie May/Liz'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4572923976855784568</id><published>2009-10-03T20:08:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:36:12.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Eve Of a New Decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SsfnbSbqyGI/AAAAAAAADUs/vvsuek5hb1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0201.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SsfnbSbqyGI/AAAAAAAADUs/vvsuek5hb1Y/s320/IMG_0201.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week I will turn 60 years old. I love birthday celebrations dearly (ask Keith &amp; my family!), but this one has a new feeling for me. &lt;br /&gt;In the 21st Century anyone's 50th decade still places them in middle age (or that's how I've felt), but turning 60 is another matter; it has a different connotation...the adjective 'Senior citizen' becomes attached to your name, for the duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this devotion by Max Lucado was so encouraging &amp; so true. &lt;br /&gt;I pray my latter chapters will be filled with Godly wisdom, discernment, family &amp; friends, sweet joy, &amp; contentment in all things:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Devotional by Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;“the One who came still comes and the One who spoke still speaks”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Oldest and Choicest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you are old, I will be the same. Even when your hair has turned gray, I will take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 46:4 (NCV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing old can be dangerous. The trail is treacherous and the pitfalls are many. One is wise to be prepared. You know it's coming. It's not like God kept the process a secret. It's not like you are blazing a trail as you grow older. It's not as if no one has ever done it before. Look around you. You have ample opportunity to prepare and ample case studies to consider. If growing old catches you by surprise, don't blame God. He gave you plenty of warning. He also gave you plenty of advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your last chapters can be your best. Your final song can be your greatest. It could be that all of your life has prepared you for a grand exit. God's oldest have always been among his choicest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: He Still Moves Stones&lt;br /&gt;Copyright (Word Publishing, 1993)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4572923976855784568?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4572923976855784568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4572923976855784568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4572923976855784568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4572923976855784568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-eve-of-new-decade.html' title='On the Eve Of a New Decade'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SsfnbSbqyGI/AAAAAAAADUs/vvsuek5hb1Y/s72-c/IMG_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4744373383840136149</id><published>2009-10-02T22:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:30:47.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Ssa1gOEFdbI/AAAAAAAADT0/0y6I09nI5ew/s1600-h/IMG_4651.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Ssa1gOEFdbI/AAAAAAAADT0/0y6I09nI5ew/s400/IMG_4651.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How silently they tumble down&lt;br /&gt;And come to rest upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;To lay a carpet, rich and rare,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the trees without a care,&lt;br /&gt;Content to sleep, their work well done,&lt;br /&gt;Colors gleaming in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times, they wildly fly&lt;br /&gt;Until they nearly reach the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Twisting, turning through the air&lt;br /&gt;Till all the trees stand stark and bare.&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, drop to earth below&lt;br /&gt;To wait, like children, for the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Elsie Brady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4744373383840136149?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4744373383840136149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4744373383840136149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4744373383840136149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4744373383840136149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Ssa1gOEFdbI/AAAAAAAADT0/0y6I09nI5ew/s72-c/IMG_4651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5335675636851166728</id><published>2009-09-29T09:19:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:12:13.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DPAC/Brian Regan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SsIJeOk7qmI/AAAAAAAADTU/ERjHBgftuyg/s1600-h/IMG_3051.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SsIJeOk7qmI/AAAAAAAADTU/ERjHBgftuyg/s320/IMG_3051.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Skye came home from Boone, Seth got off work early &amp; picked up Kelley, Cameron picked up Holly, I got off work a few minutes early, &amp; we rendezvoused here with Keith--he usually gets off work before any of us. &lt;br /&gt;All this to see/hear Brian Regan:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating supper at Panera Bread (&amp; Skye catching up to us), we carpooled to Durham to the new Arts' Center to spend the evening with our favorite comedian:) &lt;br /&gt;The DPAC is new &amp; this was our first concert there. It's pretty cool--lots of glass &amp; a great overview of downtown Durham:) The Center is located beside the Durham Bull's ballpark so it's pretty easy to find. &lt;br /&gt;Friday evening was misty &amp; gray, &amp; the lights by the ballpark &amp; from the DPAC sparkled &amp; glistened, shining across the city of Durham. &lt;br /&gt;And situated near the entrance to the Center is an impressive beam of light shooting straight up from the ground to the heavens! (Guess you can find the DPAC by this light if you forget your GPS:))&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After being seated in the 2nd balcony, Leigh Pittman (a friend &amp; neighbor), there with all her family, threaded her way through the crowd to thank Skye for introducing them to Brian's humor:) It was great to see her/her family--we waved to Joe, Katie, &amp; Sam:)&lt;br /&gt;Seth's friend Choppy sat with us too, with his 4 lady friends:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into any details of the show; I will say check out Brian online: brianregan.com.&lt;br /&gt;If I had to describe him, he's like Jack Benny &amp; Bill Cosby rolled into one:)  &lt;br /&gt;We laughed for 2 hrs.! &lt;br /&gt;He made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A GREAT way to spend a night, especially with family &amp; friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You too"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5335675636851166728?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5335675636851166728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5335675636851166728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5335675636851166728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5335675636851166728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/depacbrien-regan.html' title='DPAC/Brian Regan'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SsIJeOk7qmI/AAAAAAAADTU/ERjHBgftuyg/s72-c/IMG_3051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-2811289633757427176</id><published>2009-09-23T22:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:55:24.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SrreMMXWVWI/AAAAAAAADRE/cyWZobarz44/s1600-h/IMG_4652.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SrreMMXWVWI/AAAAAAAADRE/cyWZobarz44/s160/IMG_4652.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Rain on a September day.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome rain:)&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in intermittent showers.&lt;br /&gt;Colorful fallen leaves water-flattened against asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome droplets.&lt;br /&gt;Splashing onto dry ground.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet clean scent of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-2811289633757427176?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2811289633757427176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=2811289633757427176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2811289633757427176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/2811289633757427176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SrreMMXWVWI/AAAAAAAADRE/cyWZobarz44/s72-c/IMG_4652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-551327203121868725</id><published>2009-09-13T17:35:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:10:09.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Williamsburg Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Sq1luHbVP_I/AAAAAAAADHc/b8rD_hQOSYM/s1600-h/IMG_3005.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Sq1luHbVP_I/AAAAAAAADHc/b8rD_hQOSYM/s320/IMG_3005.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 11th, Keith &amp; I set out on a 40th anniversary trip to Williamsburg, courtesy of dear friends (&amp; ecstatic newlyweds) Alex &amp; Kathy Fuller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith sent off for biking information from the Va. area, the boys &amp; Kelley agreed to watch Wyatt, Keith put in for days off &amp; I arranged to be off work Friday AND Monday (thanks to Yvonne &amp; Lauri!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three whole days! &lt;br /&gt;What a gift, what a treat! &lt;br /&gt;And with our bikes.&lt;br /&gt;We've ridden the Jamestown trail, then Historic Williamsburg yesterday, &amp; today, Sunday, we biked part of the Yorktown trail.    &lt;br /&gt;For icing on the cake, the weather's been perfect:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between, we've enjoyed lunch at The Cheese Shoppe &amp; a steak/seafood dinner in Willimasburg, Ben &amp; Jerry's in Yorktown, a quick stop at The Prime Outlets this afternoon, a hot tub, no responsibilities, &amp; only one request from anybody--Skye:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, why return to everyday life??&lt;br /&gt;Especially when we've found plenty of fairly flat shady bike trails that could take at least a week to explore:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-551327203121868725?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/551327203121868725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=551327203121868725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/551327203121868725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/551327203121868725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/williamsburg-gift.html' title='A Williamsburg Gift'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Sq1luHbVP_I/AAAAAAAADHc/b8rD_hQOSYM/s72-c/IMG_3005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-7724128740638920674</id><published>2009-09-03T08:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:04:27.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning September On The ATT</title><content type='html'>Tuesday afternoon, September 1st, after far too long, Keith loaded up our bikes &amp; we headed out to the ATT. We parked at White Oak &amp; biked north into Chatham County's new section, towards Durham. The Town of Cary is building this part of the ATT Rails To Trail, and, for us amateurs, we appreciated the smooth ride on the paved section. They have about 1/3 of the path unpaved for horse riders &amp; joggers, etc., &amp; the other 2/3rds for bikers &amp; walkers, etc.:) We rode until the trail became pure red dirt then turned around. We ended up putting about 9.5 miles on Keith's odometer.&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so pleasant recently, the trails are calling our name! &lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you outside:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-7724128740638920674?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7724128740638920674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=7724128740638920674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7724128740638920674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/7724128740638920674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/beginning-september-on-att.html' title='Beginning September On The ATT'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-568221303532330088</id><published>2009-08-26T20:12:00.036-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:27:33.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SpXPbvlx9KI/AAAAAAAAC-I/KoO9abOAZ5g/s1600-h/IMG_2942.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SpXPbvlx9KI/AAAAAAAAC-I/KoO9abOAZ5g/s320/IMG_2942.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;My Bible study "sisters" tend to have a number of things in common, which is neat since we do have an age span of 10-almost 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;All of us are moms.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are single.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us have at least one college age student.&lt;br /&gt;And 2 of our group have daughters that are now living with The Boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to my pondering....&lt;br /&gt;Do our Christian kids understand purity or holiness? Do they believe it's important to God?&lt;br /&gt;(Us adults don't grasp it all either, but for this blog, it's about the young adult kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that living together has been the trend for a number years for young (or any age) people who "aren't ready to make a commitment". And throughout the last 30-40 years the idea of abstaining from sex before marriage has taken a massive beating, even in the most conservative of families. Doing a "trial run" is the thing to do to see if you're "compatible", and no one bats an eye (or at least not publicly)!&lt;br /&gt;And especially since young folks are waiting so long to marry, abstinence is extremely difficult to maintain without spiritual fortitude (and that's not foolproof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christian moms what do we say when our son or daughter lays down the gauntlet &amp; proclaims that "'sweetie' &amp; I are moving in together"? &lt;br /&gt;What is a wise, God-inspired, response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have survived one of my kid's "wild hair" times. It was not pretty. I pleaded with God for wisdom for ----- &amp; for me! More was involved than just living together, so it was tough! Did I say it was TOUGH?!!! UGH! &lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans were made even as I silently pleaded with God to bring it to a screeching halt! I asked every friend I knew to pray for the situation, and miraculously, in time, the relationship fell apart, thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;As an older mom, I should have some sort of wisdom to impart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one is where mom gets to talk to God a lot, and in between listens for His advice--she tries to be quiet enough so she can hear what He says.....&lt;br /&gt;Remember, God loves our children more than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My few suggestions: &lt;br /&gt;Enlist prayer warriors, and fall on God's mercy---then pray for purity of heart for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-568221303532330088?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/568221303532330088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=568221303532330088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/568221303532330088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/568221303532330088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/purity.html' title='Purity'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SpXPbvlx9KI/AAAAAAAAC-I/KoO9abOAZ5g/s72-c/IMG_2942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4938836098136650040</id><published>2009-08-23T15:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:39:51.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement/Life-giving Words</title><content type='html'>This is one of my very favorite excerpts from Max Lucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Words of Strength&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When you talk, do not say harmful things, but say what people need—words that will help others become stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4:29 (NCV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you speak, ask:  Will what I’m about to say help others become stronger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability, with your words, to make a person stronger.  Your words are to their soul what a vitamin is to their body.  If you had food and saw someone starving, would you not share it?  If you had water and saw someone dying of thirst, would you not give it?  Of course you would.  Then won’t you do the same for their hearts?  &lt;br /&gt;Your words are food and water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not withhold encouragement from the discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not keep affirmation from the beaten down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak words that make people stronger.  Believe in them as God has believed in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: A Love Worth Giving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Copyright (W Publishing Group, 2002)&lt;br /&gt;Max Lucado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4938836098136650040?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4938836098136650040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4938836098136650040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4938836098136650040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4938836098136650040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/encouragementlife-giving-words.html' title='Encouragement/Life-giving Words'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-10235740010924540</id><published>2009-08-22T20:37:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T08:55:58.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SpCPN8AV1xI/AAAAAAAAC70/Z5iwH8qWeYk/s1600-h/IMG_2924.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SpCPN8AV1xI/AAAAAAAAC70/Z5iwH8qWeYk/s400/IMG_2924.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, this rainy August afternoon, Kathy &amp; Alex were married before a church filled with joyful friends &amp; family:)&lt;br /&gt;Our Peace church family has been so tickled over Alex &amp; Kathy's romance &amp; engagement:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great joy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Keith &amp; Skye were the official photographers (&amp; I was the assistant) I have no pictures yet to post of Kathy &amp; Alex. But I will, asap:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly snapped this photo as Kathy &amp; I dashed from the ceremony in the sanctuary to the fellowship hall reception---which involved some rain dodging:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day filled joy:) &lt;br /&gt;Lots of laughs &amp; giggles &amp; smiles:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wedding filled with great joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-10235740010924540?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/10235740010924540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=10235740010924540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/10235740010924540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/10235740010924540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-joy.html' title='Wedding Joy'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SpCPN8AV1xI/AAAAAAAAC70/Z5iwH8qWeYk/s72-c/IMG_2924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-183154712166413340</id><published>2009-08-16T16:00:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:22:04.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bridal Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SohlZIf-uEI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Cevow6X9zmQ/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SohlZIf-uEI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Cevow6X9zmQ/s400/IMG_2894.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Saturday afternoon, a few of us gathered for a Bridal Tea to honor our dear friend/mother/mother of  boyfriend, Kathy:)&lt;br /&gt;Our small group of girls shared a special time together relaxing &amp; enjoying a calm, delicious, High Tea at The Pineapple Tea Room in downtown Apex:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday things will be much different! It'll probably be a little hectic before the wedding ceremony commences at 2pm:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Kathy's mom &amp; dad are hoping to come. Her mom's been recuperating from a stroke for a year, so it's amazing they are going to try it:) Which means her sisters will be able to attend also:) Kathy's excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you, Kathy Gosnell Worrell:) By Saturday afternoon, you'll be Kathy Gosnell Worrell Fuller. May your life be richer &amp; "fuller" than you have ever dreamed! Hang on to Alex's coattails at times--he's has more energy than the Energizer Bunny:)&lt;br /&gt;Alex, cherish Kathy &amp; honor her in every way:)&lt;br /&gt;And let her rest now &amp; then:) Maybe even let her sleep in late (which she LOVED to do before meeting you!):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless y'all!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-183154712166413340?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/183154712166413340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=183154712166413340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/183154712166413340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/183154712166413340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/bridal-tea.html' title='A Bridal Tea'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SohlZIf-uEI/AAAAAAAAC4s/Cevow6X9zmQ/s72-c/IMG_2894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-8382906117993002437</id><published>2009-08-13T19:45:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:11:36.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Respite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SoSliUnBl6I/AAAAAAAAC3k/PYtXv7S0C0g/s1600-h/IMG_2854.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SoSliUnBl6I/AAAAAAAAC3k/PYtXv7S0C0g/s320/IMG_2854.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special gift of a weekend retreat....what a wonderful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear Kelley's extended family graciously allowed us use of their delightful mountain town home for the weekend while we moved Skye into her Boone apartment for her senior year at Appalachian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, after assembling a desk &amp; a chest of drawers, &amp; arranging for a mattress &amp; frame to be delivered, we ate a delicious supper in Boone, then headed to our weekend retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the rocking chairs on the shaded deck to the white-washed cathedral ceilings to the quilt-covered comfy beds, it was the perfect place to rest, read, (enjoy my morning coffee 'which' Keith delivered to me in bed:)--will mark that down on my calendar in RED!), cook breakfast, and watch TV:) We lingered there Saturday morning, resisting any urgency to get out &amp; explore, go shopping, or finish decorating Skye's apartment:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And situated right between Boone &amp; Blowing Rock:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blessed respite:)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Kelley's family:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-8382906117993002437?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8382906117993002437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=8382906117993002437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8382906117993002437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/8382906117993002437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/respite.html' title='A Respite'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SoSliUnBl6I/AAAAAAAAC3k/PYtXv7S0C0g/s72-c/IMG_2854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-6106295240373549794</id><published>2009-08-03T18:01:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:22:39.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodstock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SndeXU7S2QI/AAAAAAAACxw/9RB_gegKWP4/s1600-h/40+years+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SndeXU7S2QI/AAAAAAAACxw/9RB_gegKWP4/s400/40+years+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365861235882645762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting married, Keith &amp; I moved to NY, close to the town of Woodstock, and within a few weeks, the Woodstock Festival took place about 30 miles from us. The crowds grew daily as people flocked to the area. We were happy enough just watching the TV news about it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September I began my junior year at SUNY New Palz while Keith worked third shift at IBM.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime that fall Rev. Randall from the local UMC showed up at our cabin door to ask us to be counselors for the church youth group; that group became our family:)&lt;br /&gt;That winter Keith brought home a sweet puppy we named Missy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, gradually, we turned into hippies:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-6106295240373549794?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6106295240373549794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=6106295240373549794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6106295240373549794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/6106295240373549794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/woodstock.html' title='Woodstock'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SndeXU7S2QI/AAAAAAAACxw/9RB_gegKWP4/s72-c/40+years+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4430298947013407014</id><published>2009-08-01T22:45:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:52:32.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Years Ago, In The Summer Of  '69</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SnT-hzD6aGI/AAAAAAAACxY/a7lGhc9-ux8/s1600-h/40+years+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SnT-hzD6aGI/AAAAAAAACxY/a7lGhc9-ux8/s400/40+years+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365192912700860514" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the afternoon of August 3rd, 1969, one of the hottest, most humid Sundays ever in the Sandhills of NC, Keith and I were married in Roseland UMC by the Reverend Green.&lt;br /&gt;And there was no air conditioning in the church--whoa!&lt;br /&gt;So we got off to a steamy start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college (Sandhills Community College) girlfriends were my honor bridesmaids. My sister Christy, Keith's sister Jeannie, and my childhood friend Linda were bridesmaids. Another friend from college, Helen, was my Matron of Honor. Jim Maness was Keith's Best Man and Joe Biggerstaff was an usher, both college buddies. Another Sandhills CC friend, Felton Smith, played the organ, and he was excellent:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken the previous evening at the home of my Aunt Gala and Uncle Cliff who so graciously and generously hosted our Rehearsal/Reception party. It was a fun night, and I recall having a terrible case of giggles all evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed us abundantly through the years:) We have 3 great children, Cameron, Seth, and Skye, and a dear daughter in law Kelley (married to Seth). Cameron's girlfriend Holly is a special part of our family as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary Keith:) I pray we'll have 40 more years of health, happiness, and laughs:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4430298947013407014?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4430298947013407014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4430298947013407014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4430298947013407014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4430298947013407014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/40-years-ago-in-summer-of-69.html' title='40 Years Ago, In The Summer Of  &apos;69'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SnT-hzD6aGI/AAAAAAAACxY/a7lGhc9-ux8/s72-c/40+years+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-4601803806292676318</id><published>2009-08-01T20:07:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:38:47.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Adams Again</title><content type='html'>Last night I finished reading John Adams by David McCullough--finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At excellent book about an amazing man who saw the vision of a nation independent of Great Britain, and acted on it. Together with Thomas Jefferson and George Washington, these three men were divinely brought together in time to formulate and execute the birth of a nation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adams was a God-fearing gentleman who never hesitated to give the Supreme Being His due.&lt;br /&gt;He firmly believed that no man should own slaves, and even as his peer Jefferson heartily agreed with abolishing slavery, Jefferson, unlike Adams, owned slaves until his death.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A quote from Adams:&lt;br /&gt;"The doctrine of human equality is founded entirely in the Christian doctrine that we are all children of the same Father, all accountable to Him for our conduct to one another, all equally bound to respect each other's self love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, John Adams &amp; Thomas Jefferson died the same day, July 4th, 1826, on the 50th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book to all lovers of history and to lovers of the well written word. &lt;br /&gt;Now, to see the mini series based upon it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I read McCullough's Truman a few years ago and thought McCullough told his story equally well:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-4601803806292676318?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4601803806292676318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=4601803806292676318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4601803806292676318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/4601803806292676318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-adams-again.html' title='John Adams Again'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5435256691836923850</id><published>2009-08-01T10:06:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:16:24.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Malcolm Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SnRMeqeSGtI/AAAAAAAACw4/tyTlYoW6r1g/s1600-h/Barney+and+Malcolm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SnRMeqeSGtI/AAAAAAAACw4/tyTlYoW6r1g/s320/Barney+and+Malcolm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364997145786194642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Malcolm died Thursday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo here shows his oldest brother in the foreground, Uncle Barney, sitting with him on the front porch of the home place. On a Sunday afternoon when I was a child, this porch was the gathering place of my mama's brothers (my daddy was allowed there too:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the last sibling to survive of the family of John Patrick Blue &amp; Christian Ann Stewart Blue of Lobelia, NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An end of a generation raised in the Depression, who lost their father to a stroke in 1937 (when my mama was 12 and Malcolm &amp; Clarence were younger) and pulled together to support each other during that extremely difficult time, the Blues were hard workers, plain God-fearing Presbyterians, who loved their Scottish heritage and spoke of that place (Scotland) as if they had seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Malcolm himself was a printer by trade and worked most of his life for his brother, my Uncle Cliff, who owned The Sandhill Citizen newspaper in Aberdeen, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, of this Blue family in their latter years, Cliff, Malcolm, Catherene, and Clarence struggled with Alzheimer's Disease. Their mama also, "Chrish", ended her days with the same disease. &lt;br /&gt;Barney and Marshall did not, thank the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday Uncle Malcolm's funeral will be held after the Stewart Reunion at Cypress Church, near Vass, NC.; his Stewart family, his home church, the place and people he loved. And he will be buried there in the cemetery where most of the Blues and Stewart's are buried. My mama use to love to walk among the grave markers there and tell us about her beloved relatives who had "gone on before her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, dear Uncle Malcolm. A humble man, a quiet man, who was devoted to God, his church, and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the LORD comfort Aunt Herminia, cousin Ann and Chester, cousin Jim and Scarlett, and all the family. &lt;br /&gt;We grieve with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more and see more photos of the Blues/Stewarts at http://drpepper.jamawkinaw.com/memories.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5435256691836923850?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5435256691836923850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5435256691836923850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5435256691836923850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5435256691836923850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/malcolm-blue.html' title='Malcolm Blue'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SnRMeqeSGtI/AAAAAAAACw4/tyTlYoW6r1g/s72-c/Barney+and+Malcolm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1943586223917180929</id><published>2009-07-26T17:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:21:24.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Adams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SmzGJs8Wh5I/AAAAAAAACwA/RRjBzTID-ZI/s1600-h/IMG_2712.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SmzGJs8Wh5I/AAAAAAAACwA/RRjBzTID-ZI/s320/IMG_2712.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've almost finished reading the book "John Adams" after dilly-dallying far too long (months and months!). I'm a David McCullough fan, so it's not lack of enjoyment or interest. I simply like reading various types of books at the same time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of a Godly man &amp; President, who cared deeply for and helped formulate the new republic of the United States of America, here are two excerpts from McCullough's book. &lt;br /&gt;The first quote is written by John Adams to his beloved wife Abigail, and the second is "a benediction for the Capitol, the Federal District, and the city of Washington" (all newly built after moving the seat of government from Philadelphia to DC in 1800)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Abigail from the new President's House:&lt;br /&gt;"I pray heaven to bestow the best of blessings on this house and all that shall hereafter inhabit. May none but honest and wise men ever rule under this roof."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benediction:&lt;br /&gt;"It would be unbecoming the representatives of this nation to assemble for the first time in this solemn temple without looking up to the Supreme Ruler of the universe, and imploring His blessing.&lt;br /&gt;May this territory be the residence of virtue and happiness! In this city may that piety and virtue, that wisdom and magnanimity, that constancy and self-government, which adorned the great character whose name (Washington) it bears, be forever held in veneration! Here,and throughout our country, may simple manners, pure morals, and true religion flourish forever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1943586223917180929?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1943586223917180929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1943586223917180929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1943586223917180929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1943586223917180929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/john-adams.html' title='John Adams'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SmzGJs8Wh5I/AAAAAAAACwA/RRjBzTID-ZI/s72-c/IMG_2712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-5649160226455752808</id><published>2009-07-20T21:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:05:26.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Celebration of a Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SmUcqwTrK1I/AAAAAAAACt0/kt7heWLgzO4/s1600-h/IMG_2775.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SmUcqwTrK1I/AAAAAAAACt0/kt7heWLgzO4/s320/IMG_2775.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, July 18th: A Wedding Shower for Kathy:)&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;A lovely gathering of close friends &amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;A brunch at Carol's home--Carol, our mutual friend, with the gift of hospitality:)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty flowers; pale pink glads &amp; bright pink roses:)&lt;br /&gt;Good food; breakfast casseroles, fruit, cakes, cinnamon rolls, fruit tarts, coffee, juices:)&lt;br /&gt;Much visiting &amp; chatting!&lt;br /&gt;(Sad our friend Lisa did not make it:( Lack of communication I suspect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy sits &amp; tells her &amp; Alex's love story:)&lt;br /&gt;She opens sweet cards.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she opens boxes of soft, lacy, lingerie:)&lt;br /&gt;A precious time together celebrating answered prayer. A year ago Kathy asked her Community Bible Study to pray for a Godly husband.&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord sent Alex:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Peace Church Family rejoices!!&lt;br /&gt;Friends rejoice:)&lt;br /&gt;Family is joyful:)&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-5649160226455752808?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5649160226455752808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=5649160226455752808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5649160226455752808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/5649160226455752808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebration-of-romance.html' title='A Celebration of a Romance'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SmUcqwTrK1I/AAAAAAAACt0/kt7heWLgzO4/s72-c/IMG_2775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-1691977209414762938</id><published>2009-07-11T16:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:07:32.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice: dedicated to Michelle Muir, Justice Girl,  &amp; Cindy Corbin, Who Needs To See Justice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Slj8QD8AllI/AAAAAAAACSc/VEAL784J9Xo/s1600-h/IMG_0795.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Slj8QD8AllI/AAAAAAAACSc/VEAL784J9Xo/s320/IMG_0795.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lookin' out across this town&lt;br /&gt;Kinda makes me wonder how&lt;br /&gt;All the things that make us great&lt;br /&gt;Got left so hard behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This used to be a peaceful place&lt;br /&gt;Decent folks hard workin' ways&lt;br /&gt;Now they hide behind locked doors&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to speak their minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tough to tame this town&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;There'll be justice all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone let the fences go&lt;br /&gt;Wild eyed bunch moved in you know&lt;br /&gt;Shootin' up the streets shoutin' everybody down&lt;br /&gt;Dogs all runnin' loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrecked the papers, closed the school&lt;br /&gt;Tired old judge got roughed up too&lt;br /&gt;No one left to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;They whisper, "What's the use?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tough to tame this town&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;There'll be justice all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tough to tame this town&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;There'll be justice all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tough to tame this town&lt;br /&gt;I think we need a gunslinger&lt;br /&gt;There'll be justice all around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[John Fogerty]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, guess you might eventually need some boots &amp; ammunition to go with that cape!&lt;br /&gt;And Cindy, praying you will see justice, whatever shape it takes!&lt;br /&gt;Heard this while listening to my iPod this morning--thought of you both:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-1691977209414762938?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1691977209414762938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=1691977209414762938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1691977209414762938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/1691977209414762938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/justice-dedicated-to-michelle-muir.html' title='Justice: dedicated to Michelle Muir, Justice Girl,  &amp; Cindy Corbin, Who Needs To See Justice'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/Slj8QD8AllI/AAAAAAAACSc/VEAL784J9Xo/s72-c/IMG_0795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31865527.post-3471518569581652137</id><published>2009-07-06T18:11:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:52:19.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Doing What I'm Called To Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SlJ2r1cf5cI/AAAAAAAACR8/gGPDP03nbkU/s1600-h/IMG_0678.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SlJ2r1cf5cI/AAAAAAAACR8/gGPDP03nbkU/s320/IMG_0678.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, at a wedding reception, a friend from way back asked if I was still doing any artwork. He had a miniature painting I had done twenty years ago, which he still admired.&lt;br /&gt;A loaded question for me. I ponder it often. I have art supplies galore but take no time to paint or collage, or draw with my pastels, do a watercolor, or quilt. My energy these days goes toward working at Hallmark (and am involved in Stephen Ministry and Comfort &amp; Care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love working at Hallmark, love my co-workers &amp; my manager, love 98% of the customers:) &lt;br /&gt;But...which is my calling, my God appointed calling as I look back on close (very close) to 60 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said often enough, and believe it, that if a person doesn't use a God-given talent, God will take it away. Then again, I believe being invested in people is the only lasting, eternal, thing we do here this side of Heaven. So, I try to evaluate my priorities every now &amp; then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Andy preached on the 4th commandment, "Honor the Sabbath Day and keep it Holy. Six days shall you labor but on the Seventh day, you shall rest." &lt;br /&gt;This week he focused on the labor part. &lt;br /&gt;He said, in summary, "Work is a sacred activity, a holy, religious, activity. &lt;br /&gt;Work enables us to be imitators of our Heavenly Father. &lt;br /&gt;Work enables us to be producers, to be creative. &lt;br /&gt;Work enables us to be givers. &lt;br /&gt;Work is a way to love our neighbors."&lt;br /&gt;I soaked it in. &lt;br /&gt;Good stuff:) &lt;br /&gt;True stuff:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy quoted from Jacques Maritain of Christian Art: "If you want to make a Christian work, then be Christian, and simply try to make a beautiful work, into which your heart will pass; do not try to 'make Christian'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work is an honor and a joy if we do it unto our Heavenly Father, and to bless our co-workers, friends, and neighbors. &lt;br /&gt;And, if the Spirit nudges us to be creative, we better do it as well, for the work of art blesses God and those around us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, to all my family &amp; friends, encourage me to pick up those paintbrushes and pastels, or my needle and thread---on my days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31865527-3471518569581652137?l=thewhisperspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3471518569581652137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31865527&amp;postID=3471518569581652137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3471518569581652137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31865527/posts/default/3471518569581652137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhisperspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-doing-what-im-called-to-do.html' title='Am I Doing What I&apos;m Called To Do?'/><author><name>bcMc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14390682569639801916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SYY0cEy3hGI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Zi1a07BXGzk/S220/IMG_0781.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EED4nsY1-TQ/SlJ2r1cf5cI/AAAAAAAACR8/gGPDP03nbkU/s72-c/IMG_0678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
