



Come on in and party hardy to the person...
This blog is dedicated to Grandpa Bob Ward, who is not doing so good right now. I just stopped by to visit, and ended up crying with Alice the whole time. He is on his little hospital bed in their den, but he can't really talk or move around, or eat for that matter. He hasn't eaten anything in 9 days, and there's nothing anyone can do for him. So sad. I witnessed a really sweet moment, when Alice was holding his hand and rubbing his face and telling him to leave this body, because it wasn't doing him any good. She told him to go see his son Barry, and his parents and siblings. It just kills her to see him like this and not be able to do anything. We were listening to his Christmas album that he made (on his organ), and while we were listening, he was trying so hard to move his hands around like he was playing the notes. When I left he was able to barely lift his hand and wave goodbye at me, and after I told him that I loved him he half mouthed "love you" back. So sweet.
I guess I better explain the picture... this was at Tyler's birthday party, and I was trying to take a picture of Tyler with Bob. Tyler goes, "c'mon Grandpa", and flips off the camera, so Bob without even looking at the camera lifts up his middle finger with Tyler. The whole family was laughing so hard, it was great.
To the right you will see my own private Utopia. I just got this journal/creative writing book that gives you questions to answer, and one of the questions tells you to describe your utopia. Immediately I thought of my cozy afternoon I was enjoying in my clean house, watching Pride and Prejudice, and eating a fiesta bowl with diet Sprite. Aaahh, bliss. Then I read on to find that they had a much bigger picture in mind than myself. I was supposed to describe a whole city. Here's what I say to that... you have to take pleasure in the little things. We can all live in a Utopian society if people would figure that out.
'Utopia: any place or state of ideal perfection'.... so what is everyone elses idea of perfection? Tell me about it in your comment.