Another good point c.i. How true...
Dys and the Marvins
Dys, we have similar blood lines: On my father's side of the family, England and Wales are the Marvin homeland, and French on the Trumley (was Trumbley) side. The Marvins arrived 10 years after the Mayflower landed. The Trumleys wandered down from Quebec about 1830. There is a book in the New York Public Library titled "The Marvins in America" that is only mildly wicked.
I don't know a lot about my mother's heritage except that there are English and German bloodlines. The reason I don't have much info is that both of my parents were dead by the time I was one year old. My father died when I was seven months and my mother died three months later. I was subsequently adopted.
I managed to reestablish a relationship with my father's family, which is why I have so much valuable and treasured info about some of my ancestors.
Who are Fred's Mum and Dad?
now I have to check the posters at the post office, see if you have a class picture.
jus checkin in to see that your progressing nicely. Nice to have our own "Dys Twain" back
Thanks for the picture of Fred. I love dat boid.
Dys, I stared at the photos of you. No discernible family resemblance. But I once had a boid that looked a lot like Fred. Albert was his name.
The mathematics of it are that no one living on the planet is further distant than a twentieth cousin of anyone else.
As to 'slow elk'...that's not a term I've bumped into before. But in semantic structure, it seems clearly related to a Montreal phrase meaning 'pedestrian'.
A Slow elk would often be a branded hereford that wandered to close to a hungry cowboy and was too slow to git away. "branded" being the key word here.
blatham, I'm very familiar of the "slow elk" you speak of. I've run into them at supermarket checkouts, downtown sidewalks, and lines at theaters. Too bad we can't brand em!
Yes ma'am, it is.
Daily {{{group hug}}} :-D
As far as I'm concerned, there should be open season on pedestrians! At least some of them.
c.i., the link, The Wonder of it All, was so beautiful it brought out the tears again. I'm going to post it on another site I belong to.
Do you all know what's funny? Bob thinks he's ugly and yet I love to look at his wonderful face. Maybe he'll understand after reading these posts that good looks aren't limited to the Rob Lowes (who doesn't attract me at all) of the world.
Yesterday, we found out that it will indeed take Bob some time to recover. We went shopping for a rug and a computer part. After a couple of hours, he was limping and exhausted. His left side was slightly affected and combined with an old shrapnel wound, he was really feeling the pain.
One important thing is that he has started eating more. The quiet poet, the Johnny Cash of A2K, the Dys Twain, the image of ancient poets, that sweet man, is on his way back!!
Diane- I am so pleased. I think that Bob is just doing great. He needs to understand that his body has gone through trauma, and it needs time to recoup. He also was in bed for a few days. If there were NOTHING wrong with a person, and he stayed in bed for a few days, it would cause weakness.
One of the hardest things to accept is when you begin to realize that your body is not going to function the way that it did in the past, in the way that you want it to. It IS an adjustment, and it will take time for Bob to become comfortable with that idea.
I know that your love and caring will speed him on his recovery!
((((HUGS)))) and good ((((VIBES)))) to the both of you.
Bob ugly? Where in the world did he get that idea? Silly man.
You're gorgeous babe! Hunkorama!
Phoenix, I think we all suffer from "mind over body limitations." I still try to do things I did several decades ago, and it just isn't possible with a 68 year old body. However, I have stopped climbing ladders to clean out our gutter or prune our trees. A couple of years ago, I fell from the ladder while pruning our apricot tree, and almost ended my life. No more risks, no more risks, no more risks...I keep telling myself.
Diane querida, Bob does indeed have a wonderful face. And, yes, it takes a while for us to accept that we can't do what we think we can do.
Hey Bob, Take it easy, kid. And, as my grandmother used to say to me, "Ess, bubbele, ess."
Montana, Young and pretty you. Just one thing. Where's your horse?
Yes, I agree that Bob is one handsome cowboy :-)
Why thank you Roberta. My horse was getting pretty tired with this cowgirl on his back all the time, so I decided to give him a little break. He's safe and sound out in the barn, so he'll be there when I'm ready for him.
Hunkorama, that's right. Strong good face, wiry lankiness, well, gee. Plus real wit - analytic keenness and perspective... All right, enough.
Daily {{{hug}}} and gentle pat on the head for Fred :-D
