Saturday, January 5, 2013

Santa's visit ...

T’was the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
and to see just who in this home did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
and on the wall pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
a sobering thought came to my mind.
For this house was different, so dark and so dreary,
the home of a soldier, now I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
not how I pictured a United States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
because of the solders, like the one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don’t cry, this life is my choice;

I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
my life is my God, my country, my corps.”
The soldier rolled over and soon drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
and we both shivered from the cold evening’s chill.

I didn’t want to leave on that cold, dark, night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, “Carry on Santa, it’s Christmas day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.”

(written by Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt
and included on a Christmas card
 printed by the DAV)

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Doctor Dan

Dan defended his dissertation on November 5th
and celebrated his

Hooding and Graduation on Friday, December 14th

Congrats Doctor Daniel Gene Carpenter

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Favorite Most Beautiful First Born ...

Today our "Boochie Dootz" is one year older ... if I state how old I will have to acknowledge my own age, since I have said I am "39" for many, many years. (Yes, I'm following in my mother's footsteps!)

She's such a beautiful, strong, self-assured and smart young "woman". I love her more today than yesterday.

Happy Birthday, Michelle ...

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Nebraska ...

I'm always in awe ... so why would I even consider leaving Nebraska?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Happy Birthday Larry!

65 years ...

(my best friend)

Saturday, November 10, 2012

S-l-o-w-l-y getting back to "normal"

Funny, when you hit the "60's" you also realize the good old days also included agile bodies! We have most certainly slowed down. What would have taken us a couple of nights to wrap up ~ takes a tad longer. It also would have included preparing meals and having three rambunctious girls assisting! Today it's two 64 year-olds creating a list of what needs to be done and in what order! A little perspiration, paint splattering, some cursing when stain won't come from under fingernails, "aha" moments when shelf pegs are offset giving shelving a comical appearance and deciding that the paint color chosen DOES work for space. Slowly but surely everything is coming together ... and patience is a virtue!
My vehicle is back in the garage. The door has been leveled and opener is operational. Still storing the front deck on Larry's side ... but that is slowly being remedied ...
... looks like an easy 'sit-down' job!
The "Dan-Mitch Walkway" has been replaced ... I guess it is just a plain old sidewalk now.
Much of the time has been spent in the "quilt/cutting" room downstairs. With multiple holes for the post-piers and alot of dirt on floor it took awhile to clean up before painting could begin. A good old wire brush on concrete brick walls then concrete paint to seal before the finish coat took a week-end. Wall color is "Oklahoma Wheat", kind of a creamy yellow ... makes the room bright and inviting. Re-staining window trim, touching up shelving and door trim took a couple more days ... I'm like my dad that way ... perfectionist (a good and bad trait). I found that my steam-vac worked wonders on the concrete floor. Was able to "extract" as much dirt residue as possible before re-installing carpet tiles.

One task I do not particularly enjoy this time of year is closing off the screened porch. We wrap it in plastic to keep the enclosure free of snow, which is a good thing ... no scooping! On sunny cold days the inside temps can be well above freezing too. What I don't like is the struggle of hanging the plastic and the inability to see out.
On the bright side our little Mum is still there. She will soon retire for the colder winter months, returning next spring to coax us on.