Friday, July 22, 2011

reconnection experience

I awoke this morning to Rebecca's first use of her London telephone. Flailing around for my new phone I at first thought it was Sharon. However R's high level of enthusiasm made me say: (to Sharon) You are sure high! After R's denial that she was not on drugs, I recognized her voice and then we had a good laugh and a wondeful report on her new phone and beating Steve to its first use. Her updated report on starting her London Blog and helping Duncan do his first blog, was so interesting that I had to get up and get to my computer(?). What a wonderful read I had, both of Arta's blogs, and of Duncan's and Rebecca's blogs.

In my efforts to do my second blog of this new series, I mostly just discovered how much review and additional tutoring I need from DP. So now, having practiced a little more, I am going to get some breakfast and organize the coming week.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Back to the land of the Bloggers

Thanks to Doral and the inspiraion of Arta's and Bonnie's posts, I have committed my self to doing some blogging tonight, if not some every day from now on. Thanks for directing my attention to your latest blogs, and your posting of Elizabeth Davies' lovely post about your parents. I was so thrilled with the way her memories jogged mine and I was flooded with memories of our youth together, and our memories of raising our family in those happiness-packed times at the lake.

Moti came home from his lab about 8:oo and we have spent a couple of hours visiting and having our "appetiser" (ice-cream) before Moti was to go up stairs and make his main course. He kept putting it off by saying he needed another appetiser to increase his appetite. When he finally went up he had decided it was bed time, and that he was too tired to deal with the entre.

This whole evening began with my reading your blog Bonnie and writing a comment. I couldn't get it posted, had to call Doral to help me figure out what I had done wrong, and D and I spent an hour in tutorial. My profuse gratitude turned into a trap. Sticking my neck out like that found it in a noose, which Doral smartly tightened into, "You can repay me by writing in your blog tonight before going to bed." Moti offered to type for me but I told him to take another"appetizer" and go to bed. I didn't think that his typing was what Doral's contract entailed.

Your cure for the problem we Started with hadn't worked so Moti showed me how to solve it another way and left me to do my chores honestly.

I love the writing of all my children, but today especially yours Bonnie. Thank you!