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Hi Ellen,

Well, it’s late here and I’m tired…just wanted to post a little something before I go off to bed. I did have a good time in Atlanta. Eddie and I took his dog Sam for a walk, I went to CNN with him for a bit, we ate out and in…Eddie grilled a turkey breast…his sister Lynn stopped by with her dog Buddy (she asked about you). We sang, listened to music, danced around his kitchen and laughed some more…talked late into the night…watched TY…worked crossword puzzles (Eddie is really good – I’ll teach you some of the “tricks”)…visited Aunt Jane, and all too soon it was time for me to come home. But that was ok, because it meant I’d be one day closer to picking you up from camp. You’ll have a lot to read on the blog site…Dad has posted all of Diana’s camp blogs. See you Saturday! xox Mom

David: Truth be told…I’m scared. I thought about this post all day long…actually I first thought about all the other posts I should write…about all the comments I’ve  yet to post…about all the truth to be told…then I thought of this post. The pre-post…the post that comes before the others. I’m scared that I don’t know how to be in a healthy relationship with you…the “equality cycle” relationship…on a blog or otherwise. I’m afraid I won’t be able to change my reactions…change my interactions…that’s also a reason I wanted to talk with Mary Jane Natishyn. I need some help, too. You write so freely…I hold back…I still don’t want to upset things…and I don’t want to get in an argument with you on a blog site…a tit for tat….I don’t want to provoke…so, I stay neutral. But, I do want to be honest and I do need and want a safe place to give my opinion, share my fears, question, discuss, agree and disagree. So I’m going to do it…on the blog…rigorous honesty and see what happens. I chaired the meeting tonight at the Al-Anon group…Step 8…lots of new-comers…I honed in on one sentence from the reading and that was:  I learned to take responsibility for my part in situations. Up until tonight I always added an extra word in that sentence/thought…a word that isn’t there: I learned to take responsibility for my wrong part in situations (what I had to apologize for). Tonight I realized that for me responsibility means all my actions in a situation…if wrong, then yes, certainly apologize…if right (not rightous) but right in conviction or opinion about something within my self, then I have a responsibility to myself to be steadfast…this may be coming out a little harsh or headstrong when the actual realization was softer…more about awakening…about knowing who I am and being happy with who I am…about having opinions…about being less fearful.Well, it’s late and I’m tired. Will post/comment (give my opinion!) again tomorrow night. JT

Kitchen Aid

Model: KTRS25KGWHOO

Mtg No: P1311401WW

S/N: ECJ0601167

Please order the thermostat and a gasket for the bottom door. The repair man that fixed George’s fridge said with the bad gasket, warm air gets in and could have been the start/contributed to the problem.

Thanks for taking care of this.

Off to feed the birds/work…meeting tonight, then cutting fruit….will post late. JT

DW: Saturday early evening, Eddie and I went to visit Aunt Jane. I had thought about surprising her…then thought better of it and called. Spoke to her sitter, Shane. Aunt Jane was sleeping so I asked around what time she woke up, I said I would be there then and to tell her we were coming. I stopped and picked up a pretty bouquet of yellow and white flowers. It’s not a long drive into downtown from Eddie’s…we arrived around 5:30 pm. Knocked on the door…Aunt Jane was finishing up a fortified drink and watching TV…it took me a second to get her attention….”Hi Aunt Jane” she turned and looked at me and the biggest look of surprise and delight filled her face all at once. It was so good to see her, to be with her for a while. I planted myself right in front of her…and introduced Eddie. She is old, slow, still a pip! We didn’t struggle with too much…had patience when she was trying to recall a fact…listened with rapt attention when she told a story…like when I complimented her on how pretty her nails looked and she relayed how when she was a young girl her “Daddy” told her “Mother” that a lady must have pretty nails…Aunt Jane has had them painted ever since! She asked Eddie where he lived and when he said, “…here, in Atlanta…” she exclaimed with some disappointment, “and you haven’t called me!” Eddie then went on to tell her that the last time he was here (when Ellen and I went to the skate meet) she wasn’t home…Aunt Jane replied, “…well, I guess that makes us even.” And, we all laughed. In true Aunt Jane style she asked Shane to help her to the wheelchair so she could see us to the elevator. It was a good visit and I’m so glad I got to see her again. JT