I am up late even though I have to get up super early . . . but sending one's first-born 2000 miles away to his freshman year in college can cause one to be unable to sleep, and that is the situation in which I find myself. So, in an attempt to reconcile myself to how the years have passed I pulled out picture albums -- and found about a hundred thousand pictures I want to scan and post -- if for no one other than myself! I am tired, though and ran out of steam once I hit "First Day of Kindergarten!" So I'm putting up what I've got so far with more to come. I can't believe I'll be saying "good-bye" to this guy at 4:15 tomorrow morning. Where DID the years go?!
Daddy loved it when Anthony "melted" on him. Look at those baby blues!!
An early outing to one of our favorite places, Knight's Ferry.
We taught our kids many things early on. Here Anthony is learning to skip stones.
David and Anthony at another of our favorite places, Capitola.
Getting acquainted with the ocean.
A first trip to Yosemite -- seems happy about it!
The classic one year picture.
Back at Knight's Ferry -- a pensive moment.
Always good to have Dad to lean on!
Anthony in his "suit-coat" -- his favorite church attire back then.
-- helping Dad mow the lawn.
In the backyard by Mom's daffodills.
Back at Knight's Ferry and finding an interesting sight.
Like I said, we teach 'em young, and what's more important than card games?
Ah yes, the long ago Duplo days -- always building -- later it was K'nex.
First day of kindergarten . . .
. . . and now off to bed for this mom or she won't be able to get up at 4 to see him off!
I'm both orderly and rational. I value control, information, and order. I love structure and hierarchy, and will actively use whatever power or knowledge I have to maintain it. At best, I am lawful and insightful; at worst, I am bureaucratic and tyrannical.
If you're in the area and looking for something to do this Friday, you might want to consider the movie premier of Checkmate. It's showing at the State Theater (1307 J St.) at 7:00pm. I'm especially excited to see it, as it is the feature-length movie debut of my cousin Arvin Berner who produced and directed it and wrote the screen play. :-)
Modesto, it's where George Lucas got his start, you know!
What we have been becomes The country where we are. Spring goes, summer comes, And in the heat, as one year Or a thousand years before, The fields and woods prepare The burden of their seed Out of time's wound, the old Richness of the fall. Their deed Is renewal. In the household Of the woods the past Is always healing in the light, The high shiftings of the air. It stands upon its yield And thrives. Nothing is lost. What yields, though in despair, Opens and rises in the night. Love binds us to this term With its yes that is crying In our marrow to confirm Life that only lives by dying. Lovers live by the moon Whose dark and light are one, Changing without rest. The root struts from the seed In the earth's dark -- harvest And feast at the edge of sleep. Darkened, we are carried Out of need, deep In the country we have married.