Grandma's memorial service was perfect. It was touching and inspiring, beautiful and intense. I don't know how to thank the members of her congregation that organized and participated in the ceremony. "Irresistible grace" indeed.
August 2004 Archives
Mildred Helzel Kuhns of Gainesville died Thursday at Woodlands Care Center after a brief illness. She was 85.Mrs. Kuhns was born in Jeannette, Pa., and moved to Gainesville 59 years ago. She was retired from Custom Care Cleaners.
She was a charter member and elder of Westminster Presbyterian Church, and was an avid bowler and longtime member of Women's International Bowling Congress.
She was preceded in death by her husband of 63 years, Charles William Kuhns.
Survivors include daughters Kaaren L. Kuhns of Lakeland, Nancy J. Deam of Winter Garden and Linda K. Houstoun of Miami; sons Rolf M. Kuhns of Winter Garden and C. Dennis Kuhns of Gainesville; a sister, Dorothy H. Guy of Scottsdale, Ariz.; a brother, Richard P. Helzel of Westlake, Ohio; and four grandchildren.
Arrangements by Forest Meadows Funeral Home.
Like Mom said, this isn't the way it was supposed to be at all. Here's to my grandma who always gave me love and laughter and reminded me how important friends are, especially when they're family. It's just not fair that a heart so big could... malfunction... this way. You keep 'em straight up there, and I'll try to keep myself straight down here. I love you, grandma. From now on, thunder isn't just anonymous angels bowling in heaven.
This guy has encoded Jabberwocky in something called ActionScript. From reading the comments and the original post at Boing Boing, I'm definitely not the only one who memorized this poem in grade school. Now I just have to order myself a t-shirt or a tote bag....
Mark is off to the doctor's office this morning to get (we hope!) a removable and/or walking cast. He's really pretty good with the crutches by now, but that doesn't make having your leg encased in fiberglass any more fun.
I don't often email people I don't know, and it seems that it's usually best when I stick to that policy. Especially where politics are involved. I've twice now sent mild complaints to sites that I think are unreasonably mixing politics with their bread-and-butter, and both times simply been slammed with a fairly standard "freedom of speech" retort. Well, duh, of course you CAN say what you're saying. That doesn't mean it's a good idea. I'm just suggesting that the venue might not be... appropriate. I guess I don't word things well, although I like to think that I can make myself understood through the written word. I'm not trying to squelch anybody's rights. I'm just trying to retain my sanity while shopping/surfing. I try to stay clear of politics here, and certainly on TMI, but I guess that's not the popular thing to do. It's enough to make me want to slap partisan logos all over my site and my signatures (which may yet happen!). I'm just not a confrontational person. I don't think that I'm going to change anybody's mind regarding their political stance, and I figure that my friends know (if they even care) where I come down on the issues of the day. So why do I have to get it shoved in my face when I'm poking around my hobby sites in the evening? It just makes me mad.
Sometimes you're just wrong. In this particular case, I've admitted it several times. "I'm sorry, sweetie, you were right. That subwoofer was worth every penny." And I'm sincere. And he knows it. So tonight, after a shared entree at Ibiza and a bottle-an-a-half of good red wine, we used our technology to host our own private techno club in our living room, as we are wont to do now and then. I scored the Central Listening Station and floated off on the buzz and thump, thinking about my grandma. Which is kind of silly, because I sure can't imagine her listening to Dieselboy, but of course, she's on my mind a lot lately. Hang in there, grandma. >boom boom< There is still a lot I need to know. I want to hear your version of pushing the Singer out of a not-ground-floor window. [thump] Why did you never learn to drive? [thumpthumpthump] Tell me about grandpa when he was young. >boom< >boomboom< Is there a story behind that white chenille bedspread that, for me, defines your bedroom? Because maybe it's just some random thing you got on sale one time. [bzzbzz wheeao wheeaaaaao] But mostly Thank you, and I love you, and Don't go yet, okay? I'm not ready.
I'm so shocked we aren't on this list....
The PO has a new toy. They've installed an ATM-like machine that weighs your package and prints out postage for you. It takes debit or credit cards and can do letters or packages, gives you all the delivery options and prices. Pretty darned cool, I say! And much more polite than your average post office employee. The one PO I actually enjoyed going to, the old Montrose branch, was demolished years ago. Now we have the big fancy stamp stores and stuff, but not the nice postpeople. So I'll go with the new machine :-)
Here is an interesting story about designing a game in public. I haven't had a chance to explore all the links yet, but it sounds like it was a successful experiment.
There were two putty makers from Indiana fighting for the US in the Spanish-American war. One of my great-grandfathers is on this list somewhere. What were all the glass workers doing? And even then, too many attorneys....
And now we have a REAL congressman, whose views run much more along the lines of ours. We're in the new district by only TWO BLOCKS. What a relief!!! If we lived across the street, we'd be stuck with our previous non-representative mouthpiece.
