A letter to Mom no. 2

Dear mom,
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. There's so much going on down here that it's not even funny.
I had to send the Braillenote in for service and now I'm playing catch up.
I read at church this afternoon in a Lenten reflections program.
At the moment I'm trying to get laundry done so that I can get ready to go to church.
I'm now at Melissa's learning to work with Rosco and he's ready to start the training for guide dog work. Charlie Brown is also here.
He sleeps with me at night.
Hi Mom,
Well I'm home from Melissa's now for good. I'll be finishing the training with Teddy myself because Melissa didn't want to help in the first place I don't think.
I still have Rosco, but his hind end is acting up so his days as a service dog are done except for doing things around the house.
I'm hoping to start doing inservice work where I'll be going to schools and talking to kids about what it is like learning to live with a disability.
We'll see how that goes.
I'm hoping to get together with Collette this week or some time soon. She's moving back to Lansing from Flint.
I haven't seen her in forever.
I'm going to post this now.

Christmas 2010

I'm going to have Christmas here this year. It will be just my Dad and I but that's fine. I'll be making dinner. We're having ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing carrots and cranberry jelly.

I haven't gotten all of my shopping done, but i'll finish after Christmas, hopefully, when everything goes on sale.

Thanksgiving 2010

This year I'll be going to my grandmothers for Thanksgiving.
We ate around three thirty this afternoon. Things didn't turn out the way my Grandmother wanted them to, but dinner was good all the same.
We had turkey with all the usual trimmings. Mashed potatoes, dressing, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, etc.

We have no idea how blessed we truly are

Good morning,
Thanks to a friend I came up with the title for this post.
As the title says we don't know how blessed we truly are, both as a country and individuals.
I am currently in the process of de-cluttering my house so that I can give to the porr and others who don't have much or are in need.
If a lot more people would get stuff together and start giving to those in need, no matter what that need may be this country would be in a much better state of affairs. But politics isn't my cup of tea, so I won't go there.
It's summer now, and after a couple of months of working with a guide dog and training a dog to do guidework, I'll be de-cluttering my house again soon as Fall is coming.
I'm blessed to be able to help people when I am able to do so, but I don't appreciate those who like to take advantage of the fact that I'm able to do this and they can get away with asking all of the time.

We need to "get back to basics", and start thinking of others, and not just ourselves.

A letter to Mom

Dear Mom,
It has only been five months since you went home, but some days it doesn't seem like you're gone.
I miss you so much, but I know where you are.
Starting in January I'm hoping to begin taking classes to get my batchelor's degree in human services
Once I'm done with my undergrad work then I'll work toward my Masters degree in rehabilitation teaching and counciling.
I love you and think of you often. I'm glad you're not suffering any more. Tell Rita and Irene and everyone else who has wondered what I've been up to about the journey that I'm now on.
I love you.

Monday morning

this is the start to a pretty busy week for me.
I've just made breakfast as I've got a busy day ahead of me.
I had an omlet for breakfast.

Making my way through the darkness

A few months ago someone came up with a line that included the fragment making a way through the darkness. I oculdn't believe it. That sounded like the perfect title for a book. I took that line and ran with it. Thus is the working title for my book.
BlindSight was going to be the title, but alas it didn't seem to root itself anywhere. Making one's way through darkness however did.
I have been blind since birth, and as a result all I see is light and dark and some shadows. This is also where the title of the book came from.
Making my way through the darkness is my story about growing up blind and my faith journey to the Catholic church.