Today I got caught up on ironing. Not one of my favorite things to do, but since I wear mostly cotton, I have to iron most everything I wear. I began listening to a book on tape. The author has MS, and she tells how she learned to give a gift every day to help her cope with the condition. She was in her early 30s and a newlywed when the affliction struck. Her greatest gift I believe is her storytelling. I just finished Barack Obama's first book, Dreams of My Father. He too is a gifted storyteller. I could not put the book down and found myself falling asleep too late in the night while reading it. The Cherokee prayer that says "Don't judge a man til you've walked in his path" comes to mind. The President has a truly remarkable life story, and what he has seen and experienced help me to understand what he is working for now. He is in Quincy for a speech tomorrow afternoon. Unfortunately, there are no provisions for people who can't stand for 4 hours. So I didn't even try to get a ticket. Standing room only, and no folding chairs. I have heard there will be four to five thousand people in the Oakley Lindsay Center, and I hope the Tea Party people keep their distance so he can say what he wants to say.
I am getting ready to take another trip, this time with my mother. We are going to the anniversary celebration of Fr. Joe Anthony at St. Joseph, Husband of Mary, Church in Las Vegas. Always a visit filled with joys and memories.
I will miss Hannah's First Communion and the girls' dance recital. Can't bilocate. But I will be with them in spirit. :o)
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