I wish to open with three quotes and hope you will realize why I chose
each particular one by the end of this post.
The first is from an author, Upton Sinclair, of “The Jungle.”
I was required to read his book in high school. His observations about
factories, harsh conditions for immigrants and the meat packing industry
particularly, will be ones that haunt you forever.
As so many of life’s serious subjects often do, please read his quote:
~ One ~
“I aimed at the public’s heart
and by accident,
I hit in the stomach.”
Duke Ellington may need no introduction, but I hope this positive man
and his music may brighten your days. These words are from a truly great
~ Two ~
“Roaming through the jungle of “Ooh’s” and “Ah’s”
searching for a more agreeable noise. . .
I live in a life of primitivity with the mind of a child
and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson is one of my favorite poets:
~ Three ~
“What lies behind us
and what lies before us,
are small matters
compared to what lies
This week has passed by so quickly and filled with busy moments. Some loose
ends and threads to fill you in on and news updates, too.
I have been sad for the week due to two brothers going out into a park water
;stream where there is a dam with a small waterfall. The prayers and hopes
for finding them since last weekend were dashed to the ground.
This is about 18 year old Joseph and 20 year old Anthony Welch. I cannot
imagine living after two of my children died over one accidental situation.
They were wading in the Doderidge Dam area in Central Ohio. The stream
above the dam seems placid, although high water. The Welch parents and
friends of the family would appreciate if you held them in your thoughts and
I was very happy though about the sisters found not too long ago, out West.
Experienced hikers and campers did not mean they were able to fully find
their own way. Thank goodness, this news story had a happy ending.
Last weekend, my oldest daughter, Carrie, and my good friend, Anna and
I went to see a great but sometimes raunchy movie, “Train Wreck.” This
one held our attention with funny and unique lines, a rather emotional
beginning and parts of the middle. I like when my humor has some “plot”
and character development. Amy Schumer should win Best Comedy Actress
awards. Somewhere in the nearly beginning, we were ‘rooting’ for her to
figure out her life. We became immersed in her dramatic dismal choices in
men and were concerned about her work setting, too. She had the ‘brains,
we felt as we discussed this later on, but needed the “know-how.” Her
relationship with her sister comes into play, as well as her father who was
a “jerk” even from the first scene, but underneath it all, you find some kind
of resolution and hope for him. I will say, “Take tissues,” as there were a few
women and one man I saw wiping their faces. What? You mean there was
“pathos” with the comedy? You “bet ‘cha!”
Unfortunately, there has been a major catastrophe with the recent shooting
and 3 deaths from a sad, confused man killing others at “Train Wreck,” then
turning the gun against himself. Two audience members were killed, while 9
others were wounded. The gunman shot himself in Lafayette, Louisiana.
I hope this will not hurt the victims’ families, while I cheerily give you a movie
Sincerely sorry for the families of people who were shot and killed in this
bizarre twist of fate. Going to see a comedy and unexpectedly getting shot
at is not going to bode well for movie goers and the overall, cinema business.
On the lighter side of my personal life, . . .
Tuesday went with youngest daughter to a grown up woman, who had Felicia
in her wedding, who once upon a time years ago, lived across the street from
us. I have often talked in other places of Megan and Holly, sisters who were
asking us what we were having for dinner, so they could come over and eat
my delicious spaghetti. I even took a photograph of the two girls, way back
then. Fast forward, the woman is a teacher, expecting her second child. She
had what is becoming popular in our “neck of the woods,” probably since we
are in Ohio, this has been prevalent for some time now. (Laugh out loud,
I know Ohio in not a trend setter nor on the “cutting edge!”)
Anyway, she had a big box, with Question Marks and Polka Dots on it,
in pink, blue, brown, black and white. The first child, Jaxon, came over to
see the box when Mommy had others gathered around, while hubby was
trying to “hang back” and not get into pictures. He is a great guy but not
crazy about pictures. The box was opened and out floated with an ‘anchor’
weight, three pink balloons! I felt this was my best moment ever this week,
until I got to Thursday. . .
Thursday, we were told it would be a 12.2 hours day, doing the math
calculations, taking high demands for automobile parts to be shipped
off in hampers. I was in a little “easier” location with only three hampers
to push forward and then, three hampers to push back. I like this as the
buttons line up and ‘say’ Pick 2 A or Pick 45 B, while when I have six of
these bins to fill, in certain areas, the lights may say Pick A, B, C, D, E
or F and once you push the first bin it lights up and says another of the
SIX selections. Don’t worry if you aren’t following this, the point was I felt
I was in a fantastic area for Monday through Wednesday and then the
facts came up at Morning Meeting, while we “exercise” and “limber up.”
I had to text my oldest daughter that I would probably miss Skyler’s first
game in the Championship Series for ages 8-10 year olds. I was sad.
When I approached my boss, Katrina, I was joking but she took it a little
bit badly, “I better not miss another of Skyler’s home runs today!”
Anyway, by lunch time we had recruited people from Cycle Count and
Receiving so we were promised closer to our regular 9 to 10 hour day.
I made it to the game with a little time to spare!
Skyler was a little “psyched out” over it being an important game and all.
He was used to last year and the year before, losing almost all the games.
This was a whole different group of young boys, who were really good in
their hitting, catching, running and throwing.
So, imagine my Delight and Excitement to see Skyler catch a ball that was
heading out into the Outfield, jumping up and then rather dramatically going
down into the grass, landing on his back, holding his arm straight up with the
ball. NO question he has seen this done before but it was his VERY FIRST
TIME! I did not catch it on camera but have been debating whether to have
him “re-enact” it. The game’s win leads him to another game on Saturday.
Well, in my mixed bag describing the week,
There was sincere sorrow,
There were great outbursts of laughter contagious in a movie theater,
There were gunshots rung out,
There was water pulling two lives under,
There were deaths,
There were injuries and pain,
There were balloons indicating a pink, brand new baby on the way.
There will be blue balloons popping up any day now for my family’s
newest addition of a precious baby boy.
Trista is in “labor” my daughter in law, son’s wife, and dilated to
3 centimeters. Baby Boy Hendrix on the way soon. . .
His nursery room is in a Jungle Theme.
This may be a stretch to say this and in no means
A thoughtless message,
But Life is a Jungle out there,
Please be careful
Until we meet again.