Thursday, September 10, 2009

9/10/09 B-town

Larry has a bad cold and cough so . . . .  I need to go to B-town alone.  Next week will be tough on him ---so . . .  It's not that I need help driving to B-town,  but it's more fun with Luke and it's more fun for the kids to see their Papa. (which is what they chose to call him).  

Early Jen Godby called me.  She and Mara want to come over to get Bapuji's gift and to hear about the darshan.  It was amazing for me to talk about it; it was like being there again and I thought about crying.  Mara gave me a T shirt that she designed herself.  I thought it was so sweet.

I told Mara about the prayer that Bapuji gave her for complete wellness.  I tried to tell her that every great being gives a prayer or a ritual but that the real healing comes from Him.   I wasn't sure that she understood.  So .  . . . I suggested that she and Jen go to see Bapuji themselves and bring Mara's fiancee as well.  I hope they decide to do it. 

The drive was peaceful.  I practiced mantras with Thomas Ashley Feran (don't quote me on the spelling)  I love his C.D.  I don't stop at Starbucks because  . . . .   (don't tell MKate) I'm in the mood for a diet coke.  I stop at a Mc D's for the coke.  Once in a while it won't hurt.  

I park and show my --I'm legal to pick up Xavier-ticket.  He comes out and I don't have to walk up stairs to get him.  I didn't want to walk up stairs with the cane while kids were rushing down,  so it worked out perfect.  Xavier and I go for our ice cream treats at "Chocolate Moose."
Remember,  we pledge to get a treat if we are allowed to park in the C.M. parking lot.  Ohhh.  Poor us.  Not.  I get the tiny size of black berry frozen yogurt and I don't eat the cone.  X gets the orange slushee but as always doesn't drink more than a swallow or two.  Next week,  I'll get him something else.  Hopefully.  You know kids.  

He asks me about Chicago.  I tell him the Prem blessed his picture and I discribe how he rubbed his finger over the picture.  X tells me that he ran across the parking lot behind the school--so very congested with traffic but that he didn't get hurt.  He said the blessing must be why and I was impressed with his understanding.  

At home we  play all the games we like AND get all X's homework done as well.  We played Pokemon, Pet Society,  AND WII.  X really loves the Pacman game we bought him for his Bday.
Even I like it.  I don't play but I love to watch.  Also the homework X gets is so creative.  My fav was the writing assignment.  X wrote a sentence and I answered with a sentence.  He started with ,  "I like pizza."  And I wrote, " I like vanilla ice cream."  It was so much fun to think about things we like.  

Then,  we went to dinner at a new restaurant.  We've seen this restaurant for a few months--hummm I can't remember the name.  Green something.  Green weeds.  Something.  The food was excellent.  Delicious.  Modern,  simple and yum, but not enough food.  Also, the decor was too warehouse for me.  There was a nice old fashioned fountain in the hallway.  Once Luke and I spent a summer in a little New England town with a gorgeous,  romantic fountain in the center of the little village square.  We used to walk around that fountain at night under the moonlight.  We were just married.  So I loved the fountain and the memory . . .but . . maybe the space was too big.  

Violet was very,  very tired.  Over tired ,  over hungry.  There was a parents meeting at her day care;  that extended day is hard for little ones.  When her food came she picked at it.  She wanted catsup,  she didn't want catsup.  By the end of the meal, her fries (Rain and Ryan are glad when she eats anything) looked limp and sad.  Rain ate a few.  As she chewed,  Violet decided that she wanted to eat those fries herself.  She wanted them back.  It was funny,  but sort of sad as well.  She cried and cried.   She was so tired.  And I hate to see her not eat.  

My drive home in the dark was silky and peaceful.  I wasn't even too tired.  I talked to B.J. for awhile.  She was driving through Pa.  We didn't talk long because the connection wasn't good. 

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