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Saturday, November 19, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
"Life is a Ball of String"
LIFE IS A BALL OF STRING
Life is a ball of string,
When life is fine,
The string runs in a straight line.
Get in a hurry, it is a mess of tangles and knots.
If it breaks, tie the ends together,
Unless there is a fight.
If you join other strings together,
You will have a net.
To land in when things are "tight," you are set!
July 13, 2011
Aug. 16, 2010 – LIFE ON THE HOMEFRONT… Beginning of a new week after a full weekend - had a "work party" yesterday, cleaning out the garage which is the family storage area. Deserved a BBQ of steak, bacon-wrapped chicken cutlets, hotdogs on the grill and potato salad, deviled eggs, pickled beets… Topped with Key Lime Pie Yummy!
On the way to pick up the "great"- grandchildren kids this morning, a fox ran across the road in front of the car. I could swear that he had a striped tail like a raccoon – OK. "It was early and the sun wasn’t very bright." Helped Josie look up four new words - word of the day – dormancy… a state of quiet (but possibly temporary) inaction; "the volcano erupted after centuries of dormancy" I told them if I ask them to be dormant means to be quiet. Similar?
Scheduled to be at the Farmers’ Market – Pioneer Park tomorrow, will have to check the Trax schedule. I love to ride the Trax; it is so convenient to leave your car at Park and Ride, board the train, and "leave the driving to them."
Last week, I went to the Lion House restaurant on 63 E. South Temple – was one of Brigham Young’s personal residences. Parked my car on 78th - Midvale station, boarded the train and it was a "straight shot" to the station at 55 S and Main, disembarked and walked to the corner of So. Temple and Main across from Temple Square – turned right and went to 65 E. No parking problems, avoided the construction, and was a ½ hour early..
Seniors – 65 and older -$1.10 for one way fare, 6 to 64 - $5.50 – TRAX all day. If you want to experience the Front Runner, commuter train from SLC to Ogden, four people can purchase a ticket for $13.50 that is good on Front Runner, TRAX or bus… Starting on bus, tickets must be purchased ahead of time at TRAX vending machines.
"RIDING THE TRAX"
Seated at the station waiting for the Trax; across the street, deserted See’s Candy store on the corner of 100 South and Main – For Sale sign on it. Next door, the building is covered with scaffolding, green sheetrock and plastic.
A skate boarder dressed in black from "head to toe" follows a biker in front of me. Medical Center Trax goes by, next is my train that I board; pass by old brownstone buildings adorned with architectural details, some structures painted in "checkerboard pattern" of green, orange, and reds, a clock on a black wrought iron pole says eight o’clock.
"This is the "designated" train – you are leaving the free fare zone." Past hotels into commercial area, "Anyone need a tune-up?" Brewskis 677 S. 200 W., SLC, UT, that is a fun place if you want great hamburgers; eat as you watch movies e.g. Matrix and drink beer. (Soft drinks are available.)
Beep, beep, beep at each station – "Next stop is…"
Life is a ball of string,
When life is fine,
The string runs in a straight line.
Get in a hurry, it is a mess of tangles and knots.
If it breaks, tie the ends together,
Unless there is a fight.
If you join other strings together,
You will have a net.
To land in when things are "tight," you are set!
July 13, 2011
Aug. 16, 2010 – LIFE ON THE HOMEFRONT… Beginning of a new week after a full weekend - had a "work party" yesterday, cleaning out the garage which is the family storage area. Deserved a BBQ of steak, bacon-wrapped chicken cutlets, hotdogs on the grill and potato salad, deviled eggs, pickled beets… Topped with Key Lime Pie Yummy!
On the way to pick up the "great"- grandchildren kids this morning, a fox ran across the road in front of the car. I could swear that he had a striped tail like a raccoon – OK. "It was early and the sun wasn’t very bright." Helped Josie look up four new words - word of the day – dormancy… a state of quiet (but possibly temporary) inaction; "the volcano erupted after centuries of dormancy" I told them if I ask them to be dormant means to be quiet. Similar?
Scheduled to be at the Farmers’ Market – Pioneer Park tomorrow, will have to check the Trax schedule. I love to ride the Trax; it is so convenient to leave your car at Park and Ride, board the train, and "leave the driving to them."
Last week, I went to the Lion House restaurant on 63 E. South Temple – was one of Brigham Young’s personal residences. Parked my car on 78th - Midvale station, boarded the train and it was a "straight shot" to the station at 55 S and Main, disembarked and walked to the corner of So. Temple and Main across from Temple Square – turned right and went to 65 E. No parking problems, avoided the construction, and was a ½ hour early..
Seniors – 65 and older -$1.10 for one way fare, 6 to 64 - $5.50 – TRAX all day. If you want to experience the Front Runner, commuter train from SLC to Ogden, four people can purchase a ticket for $13.50 that is good on Front Runner, TRAX or bus… Starting on bus, tickets must be purchased ahead of time at TRAX vending machines.
"RIDING THE TRAX"
Seated at the station waiting for the Trax; across the street, deserted See’s Candy store on the corner of 100 South and Main – For Sale sign on it. Next door, the building is covered with scaffolding, green sheetrock and plastic.
A skate boarder dressed in black from "head to toe" follows a biker in front of me. Medical Center Trax goes by, next is my train that I board; pass by old brownstone buildings adorned with architectural details, some structures painted in "checkerboard pattern" of green, orange, and reds, a clock on a black wrought iron pole says eight o’clock.
"This is the "designated" train – you are leaving the free fare zone." Past hotels into commercial area, "Anyone need a tune-up?" Brewskis 677 S. 200 W., SLC, UT, that is a fun place if you want great hamburgers; eat as you watch movies e.g. Matrix and drink beer. (Soft drinks are available.)
Beep, beep, beep at each station – "Next stop is…"
Monday, November 14, 2011
AuthorStand. ebook - "Riddle Of The Great Seal" - Lighthouse Adventures by Diane Lockard
AuthorStand. ebook - "Riddle Of The Great Seal" - Lighthouse Adventures by Diane Lockard
FREE - Log on to Authorstand.com to read the first story in my Lighthouse Adventures series. It is about a thirteen-year old girl, Chloe and an eight-year old girl, Kendall spending the summer together exploring caves near Penn's Landing in Penn. Chloe finds a link to her family history, and Kendall finds a friend.
Pirates, secret documents, and gold...
Tousled hair flying in the wind, a teenage girl ran down the beach, long limbs flashing in the moonlight. She looked up, and the world was a bubble with tiny pinholes of white showing through, thinking of her Dad saying, “The Indians believed that the stars were the souls of babies who were lost.”
Lights from the houses sprayed their glow on the hill above her. A dog dashed out of the dark, fur rippling, and took a stance in front of her.
On the ridge, a voice called, “Rango, where are you?”
The teenager returned, “He is down here.”
A little girl of about eight years appears and sees Chloe standing there. “Who are you?”
FREE - Log on to Authorstand.com to read the first story in my Lighthouse Adventures series. It is about a thirteen-year old girl, Chloe and an eight-year old girl, Kendall spending the summer together exploring caves near Penn's Landing in Penn. Chloe finds a link to her family history, and Kendall finds a friend.
Tousled hair flying in the wind, a teenage girl ran down the beach, long limbs flashing in the moonlight. She looked up, and the world was a bubble with tiny pinholes of white showing through, thinking of her Dad saying, “The Indians believed that the stars were the souls of babies who were lost.”
Lights from the houses sprayed their glow on the hill above her. A dog dashed out of the dark, fur rippling, and took a stance in front of her.
On the ridge, a voice called, “Rango, where are you?”
The teenager returned, “He is down here.”
A little girl of about eight years appears and sees Chloe standing there. “Who are you?”
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