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Yes, but also softly and: Yes, but also softly and gently, and well in tune; watching and listening, I felt tears in my eyes.  I never thought I would ever meet a grandmother as loving as my own paternal grandmother was to me, until my wife and I became grandparents.  Then I saw my own grandma, all over again.  Fourteen years later, with our two youngest grandchildren (three, and less than one year), and our first great grandchild (less than a year) she is just as much loving to them, and just as fully engaged.

Pick Your Battles: Just listened to "Silent Runnng" - Mike & The Mechanics and cried myself into sobs. I ask: "Have we fucked it up so bad that nothing survives?"

Carbohydrate Heaven: Homemade anything gets the drool goin'. Stir fried cauliflower or with cheese. Yum! ~S~ 

Eyes To The Ground: A lot to contemplate. ~S~

Thank you so very much.  I: Thank you so very much.  I wrote that poem a long, long time ago, after observing it actually happen on July 4, 2006, so fourteen years ago as of Saturday.  I never thought I would ever see anyone as wonderfully grandmotherly as my own paternal grandmother had been . . .  until I watched my wife (second marriage for both of us) with the grandchildren of our blended family.  The poem recounts one of the finest memories I have.

Thank you so very much.  Your: Thank you so very much.  Your acceptance and validation have helped me, from the beginning of this series, to construct these metaphors which, although fictive almost entirely, have allowed me to talk around, and even through, a friendship which I was far too cowardly to appreciate, in full, during its flowering in 1976.  After all the decades, I could not have expressed it without your mentoring and the inspiration of fine poets like yourself and Cascade.

Very little that my mother: Very little that my mother ever did impressed me in a positive way; we were adversaries even from my early childhood.  But one thing she did that I have to honestly give her great credit for, is her insistence on knowing proper grammar, proper punctuation, and an extended vocabulary.  When I got up to college, to which I did not want to go at first, I found out that the joker in the deck was a dreaded two hour oral exam, during senior year, in one's major subject, which had to be passed successfully to obtain the degree.  And all of it, in my major, was volcabulary.  Any questions the examining committee (one of whom was hostile toward me) wanted to ask; grade was determined both on content of the answers and on the way the answers were presented in wording.  All oral, with no time to prepare in advance.  After the session, I went back to the dorm and passed out from the stress, lol.