Thursday, April 21, 2011

Back to Our Roots

This dreamy spot on a river in north Georgia is actually one of the locations where the Cherokee people were forced to gather before being driven west to Oklahoma on the Trail of Tears in the 1830s.

Papa could be feeling so strongly attached to our part of Georgia here because his maternal greatgrandmother had family in Oklahoma who were Cherokees and may have been descendents of those former Georgia people.

So we're learning about this time in history. Who knows? Grandkid may be living right back where her Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-GreatGrandmother would have lived out her life, except for man's inhumanity to man.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Getting Groceries is Lotsa Fun!

Now I don't have to plan that trip to the UK.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

John Cowan, What a Great Singer

There are lots of videos from many different years and venues, of this wonderful performer with the extraordinary voice and musicianship available on the Don't dare miss him! "Ain't That Peculiar" Right now he is touring with the Doobie Brothers! Check out his website for the info:

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Story of the Horse In the Barn

This is the horse in the barn story! Among people I have told the story, it has become a meaningful shorthand that instantly communicates. I first thought of it as a way to comfort myself about having to do so much for another perfectly capable human. I thought, What if I had invested in a very valuable horse and planned a care and maintenance schedule for it, in order to protect my investment. Good care keeps an animal happy and content, healthy and beautiful. The care schedule would be another responsibility in a life filled with responsibilities. But the return on my investment would be worth the time and effort of doing everything for the valuable horse. A horse needs food, vitamin supplements, good water, clean surroundings. He can’t arrange any of these things for himself. He can’t get his water pail washed or measure out the oats for himself. He doesn’t have any hands, he can’t read a clock or a calendar. When he makes noise I can’t understand what he’s saying, because I don’t speak Horse. So I just talk in a nice tone, and make sure to do the best I can to do what the horse needs. I can’t be angry at the horse for my inability to understand his language, or his inability to get his own breakfast and things. The comparisons can be carried out as far as needed. The point for me is, everything that I want to have comes with a high price in money, energy, frustration, patience and wear on my nerves. So I just keep my wants down to where I can try to manage the costs. I thought of this story when my friend was blowing her top because her husband would only take his meds and supplements if she portioned them out for him every morning. If she was rushing around and didn’t do it, he wouldn’t go and take them. So I said, How about pretending that he is a horse in a barn with no hands, and he can’t get the meds himself? She said, Well yeah, if he actually cannot get them for himself, then I don’t mind.