Friday, November 30, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Just Breathe
First 60 minute walk. Piece o'cake. It's really good to wake up and walk. A month and there's no boredom. Hooray for us!
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Friday, November 23, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
In Memory Of a Boy Who Died Yesterday
Mitchell Louie, a 15 year old boy, and a member of our extended family, died yesterday at the age of 15. He fought a valiant battle against Glioblastoma Multiforme, a particularly virulent and incurable form of cancer, and died in his sleep in the wee small hours of Monday morning. May he rest in peace.
When I am dead my dearest
Sing no sad songs for me
Plant thou no roses at my head
Nor shady cypress tree
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet
And if thou wilt remember
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not fear the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
___Christina Rosetti
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Monday, November 12, 2007
Waking To Walk
Not sleeping in on Monday and going to bed earlier are the result of walking or otherwise exercising 6 days a week. Nevertheless, I like to keep Monday as uneventful as possible so that every week feels like it has three day weekend.
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Sunday, November 11, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Embraceable You
Embrace me,
My sweet embraceable you.
Embrace me,
You irreplaceable you.
Just one look at you -- my heart grew tipsy in me;
You and you alone bring out the gipsy in me.
I love all
The many charms about you;
Above all
I want my arms about you.
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to mama -- come to mama -- do!
My sweet embraceable you.
My sweet embraceable you.
Embrace me,
You irreplaceable you.
Just one look at you -- my heart grew tipsy in me;
You and you alone bring out the gipsy in me.
I love all
The many charms about you;
Above all
I want my arms about you.
Don't be a naughty baby,
Come to mama -- come to mama -- do!
My sweet embraceable you.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Thursday, November 01, 2007
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