Where Chaos Reigns Happily


For Sammy and Solly

For those of you who don’t know, we lost two very wonderful angels this week.  Solomon and Sammy Geller are the children of a very good friend of mine.  Devastatingly, they are no longer attached to this mortal coil.  They were beautiful children, 8 and 6 years old.  If you pray, please pray for Sarah and the Adkins family.  Their loss is incomprehensible.  Please pray for the Geller family.  I am not ready to think of Troy, but his family doesn’t deserve our anger.


Anxiety and Fear and Loathing

Isn’t it amazing how one day you can be on top of the world, happy-go-lucky, and the next you are down deep in a hole.  For anyone who is reading, I’m actually “feeling” much better, I think.  However, I’ve noticed that now I’m afraid of the dark.  And being alone.  And of ghosts.  These are all things that I thought I left behind me with my childhood.  Yet, here they are, surfacing again after 20 years.  I think that this whole thing has been really too real.   Right now, I’m at the point where it seems more like something I read than something that happened, but I guess that’s what denial is, yes?  I am aching to comfort my friends, yet scared of leaving my chickens behind.  My rational mind has some catching up to do.  My imagination has run away, again.

Today we are sad.

for s, s, and s we cry

Lord, keep her cocooned in safety and the love of those surrounding her.  We are angry, shocked, disbelieving, horrified, disgusted, crushed, immobile, frozen by our inability to help.  We cannot understand and yet we strive for some semblance of normalcy.  All we can do is close our eyes and send her our love.  And hope that she is able to receive just a little bit of it somewhere inside her cell.

The Woods of My Father’s Childhood

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Wee-Man Request

As requested, here are some pictures of Wee-man.  He was jumping in a puddle after a short rain.  This particular activity kept him rapt for at least 25 minutes.  Go Mud!

And then, of course we have Wee-Man completely in love with Gator Roll Boy.  Here he is trying to teach him how to crawl.  He’s such a good big brother!

Sculpture Boy

Yes, C.C. has the sculpture bug.  If it’s not pipe cleaners, it’s aluminium or paper.  In this case it was traditional children’s clay.  He’s been making a lot of these “little guys” lately.  He has made motorcycles, couches, and televisions for them so that they won’t get bored.

Big Baby

Do you think he’s getting just a bit big to be carried around like this?  And WHAT am I doing? Squashing his head?