This summer has been scorchingly hot.  Temps at or over a 100 degrees every day, but today, it was only 89 so I mowed the yard.  Skooter will be pleased on tomorrow when he doesn't have to mow.  Next week I start work for three weeks and then I have a week off and then back to school.  I have squandered away my summer as usual.  The closet still needs cleaning and the dresser drawers are still scrambled, but oh well.

We are learning to live on less as many Amercans are, hoping soon for an end to this financial crisis.  I feel like the grandmother I never knew that my mom always tells me about.  I have learned to make left overs awesome, mow my own lawn and let my hair grow out.  I feel it's a good thing, if times ever get better, I will be a more thrifty person.  Of course, I will still have student loans out of the wazoo.  Son can't go to the school where he gets a brilliant scholarship.  He goes to the one that requires loans, alas, his happiness has always come first, although to hear him tell it, that's just not true.

Well, just thought I would check in.

Peace, Love and Energy,

Tricia

I can't believe I forgot my dad's birthday.  He would be so disappointed.  Anyway, Happy Birthday Dad.  I miss you and know someday we will sit and talk again, until then peace, be still.

June 26, 1937 - September 20, 2005

The Poem for Dad I Never Shared...

A time will pass someday

When I won’t notice you have gone away.

The sun will rise and rest,

And I will remember only the friend that was my best.

For today, however, time flees,

I will not forget, or look at the sunset,

And not think of your eyes I still see,

Brilliant steel blue, fading dimly and then finally at rest.

It is the cycle of life, the natural process, you would declare,

We are born, and surely we must then we go away.

It is that watchful wisdom I miss, your constant counsel, now not here. 

I think of your words often in the day, as I navigate on my way.

Remember when I was your only darling girl?

Running to follow, jumping and spinning I would twirl. 

Your steps were long and wide, your legs swift and strong,

And in my perpetual youth I felt you could never be wrong.

It was crisp, red and orange, autumn came soon,

When you went quietly away from this earth,

The skies were gray, and it was late afternoon

Leaves red dancing, floating away, and your last breath I heard.

Now has past a winter, spring’s rebirth, and summer,

Life remains reluctantly rich and thriving.

Looking at the sunrise, the sunset in the horizon’s shimmer,

I think of you and remember your leaving.

For Dad