X is for X-ray.
This beings back a memory of my son at the doctor's office. He had what sounded to the experienced ears of the pediatrician an upper bronchial infection. Kind of rattly, kind of loose.
The doctor ordered an X-ray to be taken. As I walked my 5 year old son down the hall to the X-ray department, I told him what to expect when we got there. I explained that a nurse would take him into a room, yes I would be there too, and that he would need to stand behind a little metal square thing, no I would not be with him but he could see me.
He seemed calm as we waited for his name to be called. I read him from the storybook that we had brought from home. He was cozy on my lap.
His name was called, he jumped up, and ran screaming down the hall. I have never seen a child move so fast. He ran past techs, past patients, past nurses, and doctors. Finally he rounded a corner and was free into the lobby. I had a posse behind me as I ran to catch him. By the time I got to the lobby, the guard had stopped him from going out the door.
We got him back to the X-ray department. They immediately took him in, probably didn't want to take a chance he would outrun us the next time. He screamed but they got the picture. Thankfully it was a good picture and a retake was not needed.
He did have a respiratory infection, but antibiotics cleared it up in no time. I doubt the X-ray department cleared up as quickly as he did.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Flags of the World
Weekend Wordsmith has a picture of what i believe the flags of the countries of the world.
I stood outside the United Nations building one day. It was a beautiful sight to see. All the flags waved gently in the spring breeze.
No flag blew more than any other. Each seemed the same strength.
No one flag tried to overpower any other.
Each flag seemed content with the amount of space it was given on the avenue.
As I stood there I noticed a young person watching the flags move wispily in the gentle gust of wind.
I asked,"Which one of these beautiful flags is from your country?"
The answer was so long in coming that I wondered if there was going to be one. When the reply came it was with a sad voice, "I don't know anymore. I loved my country. I use the past tense because I am ashamed of it now." "I don't think I can tell anyone which flag is mine. I am troubled by all that it has done."
With that the person walked away. I still don't know which flag was theirs. It probably doesn't matter.
I stood outside the United Nations building one day. It was a beautiful sight to see. All the flags waved gently in the spring breeze.
No flag blew more than any other. Each seemed the same strength.
No one flag tried to overpower any other.
Each flag seemed content with the amount of space it was given on the avenue.
As I stood there I noticed a young person watching the flags move wispily in the gentle gust of wind.
I asked,"Which one of these beautiful flags is from your country?"
The answer was so long in coming that I wondered if there was going to be one. When the reply came it was with a sad voice, "I don't know anymore. I loved my country. I use the past tense because I am ashamed of it now." "I don't think I can tell anyone which flag is mine. I am troubled by all that it has done."
With that the person walked away. I still don't know which flag was theirs. It probably doesn't matter.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The Toys Are Gone
Sunday Scribblings topic this week is TOYS.
My son was a really good boy. He didn't sass. He did what he was asked, as soon as he was asked. I never had to ask twice.
He kept his room clean. I know unbelievable, but true. He did very well is school. He did all of his chores. I only had to remind him what day of the week it was, he would look at the schedule, do what was listed for that day.
I always gave God credit for such a wonderful boy. I figure that God knew that when He decided to give me a child, I couldn't not handle one who was uncooperative and whinny.
However, being a human being child there did come a time when he needed to be punished for something. I don't even remember now what it was. My husband and I were stumped. We had never had to punish him before. We didn't have any set punishments.
We thought and thought. Finally my husband came up with the "GRAND IDEA."
Harry (husband) called William (son) to come into the living room to watch a movie with us. We watched the movie. When it was over Harry asked what William was going to do then. William didn't know. Harry said, "Let's make a list of all of your toys."
William thought that was a super idea.
They worked on that list for about an hour. Harry kept asking if William was sure he had all of the toys listed. William was having the best time. When William was satisfied that all the toys were listed, Harry said, "Now let's make a different list and put them in order of your favorites." Again, William thought it was great fun.
Many sheets of paper later THE list was final. William had worked up a sweat making this final list. He was so proud to have a list of all his toys and a list of them in the order of favorites.
Harry asked, "Are you sure this is how you want your list to be?" William was positive. Harry said, "OK you can't play with the top 5 for two weeks."The look on his face was priceless. He knew why he had those taken away, but he never expected to set the punishment himself. He got the toys out of his room, and put then under the kitchen table.
A few years later, he came home from school and went right into his room. I could hear him banging around in there but didn't know what he was up to. Soon he came out and started putting his favorite toys under the table. However, by this time they consisted of the TV, stereo, video game system, camera, and computer. He had received his report card that day and knew I would not be happy.
We only used the punishment one time and he only did it to himself once. It was very effective.
My son was a really good boy. He didn't sass. He did what he was asked, as soon as he was asked. I never had to ask twice.
He kept his room clean. I know unbelievable, but true. He did very well is school. He did all of his chores. I only had to remind him what day of the week it was, he would look at the schedule, do what was listed for that day.
I always gave God credit for such a wonderful boy. I figure that God knew that when He decided to give me a child, I couldn't not handle one who was uncooperative and whinny.
However, being a human being child there did come a time when he needed to be punished for something. I don't even remember now what it was. My husband and I were stumped. We had never had to punish him before. We didn't have any set punishments.
We thought and thought. Finally my husband came up with the "GRAND IDEA."
Harry (husband) called William (son) to come into the living room to watch a movie with us. We watched the movie. When it was over Harry asked what William was going to do then. William didn't know. Harry said, "Let's make a list of all of your toys."
William thought that was a super idea.
They worked on that list for about an hour. Harry kept asking if William was sure he had all of the toys listed. William was having the best time. When William was satisfied that all the toys were listed, Harry said, "Now let's make a different list and put them in order of your favorites." Again, William thought it was great fun.
Many sheets of paper later THE list was final. William had worked up a sweat making this final list. He was so proud to have a list of all his toys and a list of them in the order of favorites.
Harry asked, "Are you sure this is how you want your list to be?" William was positive. Harry said, "OK you can't play with the top 5 for two weeks."The look on his face was priceless. He knew why he had those taken away, but he never expected to set the punishment himself. He got the toys out of his room, and put then under the kitchen table.
A few years later, he came home from school and went right into his room. I could hear him banging around in there but didn't know what he was up to. Soon he came out and started putting his favorite toys under the table. However, by this time they consisted of the TV, stereo, video game system, camera, and computer. He had received his report card that day and knew I would not be happy.
We only used the punishment one time and he only did it to himself once. It was very effective.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Three Word Wednesday
Fickle
Sparkle
Wrinkle
He looked into her eyes. He asked plaintivley, "Will you promise to love me forever?"
With a heavy sigh she replied, "Didn't I do that 60 years ago?"
"No", he said, "All you promised was to stay married to me forever, I want your love forever."
"Oh darlin'", she whispered. "I will love you beyond forever."
"Even with all my wrinkles?", he worried aloud.
"What wrinkles beloved?" "I don't see any", she soothed.
"How can you not see them?" "They are there for all the world to see", he said with disbelief.
"I am not a fickle girl of 15.", she rebuffed, "I am your wife."
"I will love you until the sparkle is gone from your eyes.", she said consolingly.
With that he slept.
Sparkle
Wrinkle
He looked into her eyes. He asked plaintivley, "Will you promise to love me forever?"
With a heavy sigh she replied, "Didn't I do that 60 years ago?"
"No", he said, "All you promised was to stay married to me forever, I want your love forever."
"Oh darlin'", she whispered. "I will love you beyond forever."
"Even with all my wrinkles?", he worried aloud.
"What wrinkles beloved?" "I don't see any", she soothed.
"How can you not see them?" "They are there for all the world to see", he said with disbelief.
"I am not a fickle girl of 15.", she rebuffed, "I am your wife."
"I will love you until the sparkle is gone from your eyes.", she said consolingly.
With that he slept.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Heads or Tails - The Tuesday Meme
This is my first time contributing here, but it sounds like fun.
This week's topic is a summer memory.
On the block where I grew up, there was a woman who entered every contest that came around. She won most that she entered. If not the grand prize then some other prize. One summer in my child's mind she won the best prize ever.
She won a Block Party. What that meant was people from miles around would descend on our block. Food, and games with prizes would be provided. There would be balloons and a clown. And a local celebrity was going to be there too.
In the 60's in my area we had a television program at noon that was called, "Lunch with Casey Jones." He was a railroad conductor. He had a great friend in Rodney Roundhouse. Everyday at noon all of us kids were glued to the sets watching whatever he had in store for us that day. He was to be our guest of honor at the block party, and Roundhouse Rodney.
My yard was really big, it was two lots in size. The set up for the party was going to be in my yard. I was thrilled, my mom was underwhelmed.
The day of the party dawned with overcast skies. Weather that in the summer my mom called pea soup weather. I was so worried that our day would be ruined, that Casey and Roundhouse would not venture out in the rainy mist.
The sponsors of the contest arrived at the scheduled time. They set up the different games. They got all the food going and the pop. People started coming. They walked, drove, road bikes. There were so many people.
Everyone ate and played games, just as if nothing were missing.
I was getting very worried that they weren't coming when up drives this truck painted like a train engine. They climbed out, a cheer went up in the crowd, and the party really began.
I remember being so thrilled to see my lunchtime pals in person. They were funny. And although I didn't know charming back then, in my memory they were charming. They were charismatic, another word I didn't know.
I think besides seeing them in person, the thrill was actually having them and the party in MY YARD.
In the summertime, whenever the sky turns gray, the clouds are hanging low, and there is a fine mist in the air, I remember the block party with a special fondness.
I don't know what happened to Roundhouse Rodney, but Casey Jones retired "up north" in my state. He had a radio program. Whenever I got the chance I would listen to him. Listening to him always brought back fond memories of a pea soup kind of summer afternoon.
This week's topic is a summer memory.
On the block where I grew up, there was a woman who entered every contest that came around. She won most that she entered. If not the grand prize then some other prize. One summer in my child's mind she won the best prize ever.
She won a Block Party. What that meant was people from miles around would descend on our block. Food, and games with prizes would be provided. There would be balloons and a clown. And a local celebrity was going to be there too.
In the 60's in my area we had a television program at noon that was called, "Lunch with Casey Jones." He was a railroad conductor. He had a great friend in Rodney Roundhouse. Everyday at noon all of us kids were glued to the sets watching whatever he had in store for us that day. He was to be our guest of honor at the block party, and Roundhouse Rodney.
My yard was really big, it was two lots in size. The set up for the party was going to be in my yard. I was thrilled, my mom was underwhelmed.
The day of the party dawned with overcast skies. Weather that in the summer my mom called pea soup weather. I was so worried that our day would be ruined, that Casey and Roundhouse would not venture out in the rainy mist.
The sponsors of the contest arrived at the scheduled time. They set up the different games. They got all the food going and the pop. People started coming. They walked, drove, road bikes. There were so many people.
Everyone ate and played games, just as if nothing were missing.
I was getting very worried that they weren't coming when up drives this truck painted like a train engine. They climbed out, a cheer went up in the crowd, and the party really began.
I remember being so thrilled to see my lunchtime pals in person. They were funny. And although I didn't know charming back then, in my memory they were charming. They were charismatic, another word I didn't know.
I think besides seeing them in person, the thrill was actually having them and the party in MY YARD.
In the summertime, whenever the sky turns gray, the clouds are hanging low, and there is a fine mist in the air, I remember the block party with a special fondness.
I don't know what happened to Roundhouse Rodney, but Casey Jones retired "up north" in my state. He had a radio program. Whenever I got the chance I would listen to him. Listening to him always brought back fond memories of a pea soup kind of summer afternoon.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Three Word Wednesday
Arresting
Rhythmic
Wicked
The arresting officer
had a wicked smile.
His boots made a rhythmic sound
on the wet pavement.
He walked me to his car
my life in tatters and my hands in cuffs.
Rhythmic
Wicked
The arresting officer
had a wicked smile.
His boots made a rhythmic sound
on the wet pavement.
He walked me to his car
my life in tatters and my hands in cuffs.
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