Farewell My Faithful-Furry-Feline Friends

 

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(Tannin – above)

It seems as though I am saying “Goodbye” to pets much too often these days. Between my sister, my nephew and me, we have said “Goodbye” to four beloved pets within about an eighteen-month period- my sister’s dog [The Good] Damon, my nephew’s [Gentle Giant] dog Diesel, my [Nurse Kitty] Tulip and her sister [Blackman 275] Tannin. It is heart-wrenching to say farewell to pets who are really family members, who for many years have stuck by our side through thick and thin. It is even harder to make the inevitable decision to have a pet put to sleep to end its pain and suffering. It seems there are many times in life in which the hardest thing to do is also the best and most loving and completely unselfish thing to do. Saying farewell to Tulip and Tannin, my “purrfect” housemates for about seventeen years was heartbreaking. However, they have left me with so many happy memories, all of which make the difficult times all worthwhile.

(Tulip – below)

Tulip& RS hat

Tulip was my “Nurse Kitty” who always had a watchful eye on the visiting nurses who came to see my dad and mom. My parents came to live with me when my dad had a severe stroke, so that my sister Jane and I could care for their needs. Tulip was always in the room watching the nurse with my parents or “checking” her paperwork on the dining room table. My sister and I will never forget the day my mom passed away. [My dad had already passed away eight years prior]. Tulip was in my mom’s room, moving from one end to the other, as though she was waiting for something. When the nurse and caregivers had finally gone out of the room and only Jane and I stayed, Tulip jumped on Jane’s lap and onto our mom’s bed and to lie beside her. Tulip wanted to say “Goodbye” to her. Jane and I looked at each other in utter amazement. How did Tulip know she was gone? It was what I call a God-thing!

a cat window couch

Tulip was also quite generous. Because she was an indoor cat, she did her hunting in the cellar. She would gift me with screws, small tools, Mark’s air brushes and old mittens. She could meow with these things in her mouth, as though she was calling, “Come look! See what I brought you from the dark ‘jungle” down cellar. Sometimes, Tulip was too generous when, on three separate occasions, she brought a real mouse to my bed. She couldn’t understand why I was yelling and jumped out of bed so fast. It was 11 p.m. and I would wake my sister and family. I wasn’t watching sports on TV when I normally yell and scream. What was I thinking? Tulip was quite the hunter.

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Tannin, on the other hand, would only come up from the cellar covered in cobwebs. Because she was black, my dad called her, “Blackman”. Our dad often gave people and pets his own special nicknames for them, maybe because he couldn‘t remember their real names. Because Tannin had the habit of suddenly dashing from room to room and darting behind furniture and curtains, as though she was being chased by someone or something [possibly “The Red Baron“], my sister and I nicknamed her “Blackman 275” because 007 was taken. Tulip’s favorite person was my mom and Tannin’s favorite person was my dad. Tannin would often climb on top of him in bed and lay on his belly. One time, after my dad passed away, my dad’s brother and his wife came to visit my mom. When Tannin saw our uncle, she was beside herself and kept rubbing against his legs and wanting to jump on his lap. Normally, Tannin stayed away from strangers and especially men. But, she either thought my uncle was my dad or she knew that he had a special connection to my dad. This was another God-thing!

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Tulip and Tannin were close when they were kittens. When Jane and I first brought them home, after I had finished typing on my word processor, I looked for them, but they were nowhere to be found. I looked for them for about twenty minutes, when I finally noticed a bump inside the back of my recliner. When I peaked inside, there they were huddled together because they were in a strange place and Mommy Kitty was nowhere to be found. It did not take long for Tulip and Tannin to feel at home, especially in my apartment because they had excess to every window, but the bathroom window, and they had “kitty condos” to scratch and to climb. Tannin did try to play the role of Mommy Kitty by trying to wash Tulip with “tongue lickings”, literally. But Tulip would have none of that and would escape Tannin’s hold on her and run far far away. This did not deter Tannin from being Mommy Kitty. One time, Tannin was running in a frenzy from window to window and didn’t stop until I looked to see what was “out there”. When I looked out the dining room window I saw Tulip outside, in the bushes. Someone must have left the side door open, and when I opened the side kitchen door for Tulip to go do her hunting in the cellar, she instead went outside. I called my sister and she was able to return Tulip to safety. Tannin knew “it was a jungle out there” because of the busy street we lived on. Tannin was looking out for her sister Tulip. I believe this was another God-thing!

a nap with Tannin

When both my parents passed away, Tulip and Tannin were great comforts to me. It seemed like they would take turns giving me “pet therapy”. It’s like they were saying, “Pet me and you will feel better.” Tulip was the one who adopted me. Originally, Tannin was my kitten and Tulip was my nephew Noel’s kitten. We got them from the Waldens, church friends, whose ministry is providing the best kittens ever to those in need of kittens. Tulip would come downstairs to my apartment to visit her sister Tannin. There were window views everywhere, which must have been like “kitty heaven” to Tulip. After awhile, when someone came to bring her back upstairs, she hid in the closet or behind the couch. One time, she even crawled through a hole in my sister’s stairway, which was being remodeled, and walked out of my closet and into my living room. She escaped! After awhile, Noel lost interest in having a kitten, so Tulip stayed with Tannin and me.

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It’s fascinating how siblings are so different from each other. I have two sisters and a brother and we are all different and unique individuals. God made us to be our own unique person. It would be rather boring if we were all the same. This is also true with animals. Tulip and Tannin had their own unique personalities. For instance, because they were long-haired cats I would bring them to the groomer in the spring, to get “lion cuts”. This helped get rid of the any nasty mats in their fur and also made them “cool cats” during the summer months. When they came back from “The Spa”, Tulip would be mortified and hide in the closet, but Tannin gave us a real-life “purrrfect “example of a “cat walk”. Tannin pranced around to show everyone how beautifully stunning she was by showing off her new hairdo. Another example of how different they were was Tulip was more of a “lovey-dovey” lap cat who loved to be pet, came when she was called and would tap me or anyone with her paw to get our attention [first time without claws, second time with claws]. On the other hand, Tannin was a cat’s cat who came to you only when it was her own idea. It took awhile for Tannin to warm up to people, but when she did you had a friend for life. For example, when my friend Pam first tried to pet Tannin, she hissed at her and didn’t want Pam to touch her. After awhile, when Tannin got to know Pam, whenever Pam came over, Tannin would always climbed up on Pam’s shoulder to get hugs. Finally, Tulip was more of a box cat and Tannin preferred baskets.

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As they got older, Tannin and Tulip were not very close. However, they never fought and they respected each other’s space. They were good at sharing and taking turns. Tulip liked to be on my [her] bed and kept me company while I was working on the computer. She also shared the bed with me when it was time to go to sleep. Tannin kept me company when I was watching TV, in the living room and would take “cat naps” with me on the recliner. In 2012, I was very sick and was hospitalized several times. When I finally was well and came home to stay, Tulip and Tannin both slept on the bed with me for awhile because they were happy I was home and well again. Even though normally they barely crossed paths, when Tulip had to be put to sleep in September 2014, Tannin seemed lost without her. She would find unusual places to hang out; places she never went to before to lie down. First, she went to lie down on top the mantle of my fake fireplace. Then, she decided she liked being under my fake Christmas tree. Sometimes, she would nibble on a branch, but most of the time she would just lie there and look out. She became my Christmas Kitty. I tried to think nothing of it.

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But Tannin’s unusual behavior worried me. When Tulip was getting sick, she picked unusual places to lie down. First, it was near her food, which was near the door going up to Jane’s house. I had to call Jane and tell her to let me know if she was coming down, so that I could move Tulip. Next, Tulip chose the shower to lie down and next the shower room floor. Both were near the litter box in the bathroom. Even though she was not herself, when someone brought her to the couch and petted her, she still had the loudest purr ever. You could hear Tulip’s purr from the other room. But, Tulip stopped eating, drinking and voiding. She was saying that it was time for her to go. I knew she would go first because she was born with a heart murmur and had feline allergies and had to get steroid injections about every three months. I said “Goodbye” to my faithful, fury, feline friend. After Jane and I took Tulip to the vet for the last time, I was sitting outside on the porch, looking up at the clouds, asking the Lord to comfort me. Up in the sky, I saw a cloud formation that looked like Jesus with Tulip in His lap and she was getting ready to pounce on something. Whatever

God is LOVE

I saw, real or imagined, the Lord did use it to comfort me. It was another God-thing!
Tannin was doing okay up to the end of December of 2014, despite the strange places she went to nap. But starting in January, I noticed she was having trouble eating. When she bit into her food pieces would spray onto the floor. Tannin was losing weight. I tried to help by changing her cat food to one that was for older cats, with natural ingredients and easier to digest. She did well for a few days and seemed to like the new food, but the improvement didn’t last for long. She was having trouble eating and drinking and would only stare at her dishes. She also began to meow from out of the blue. She wanted more attention and would climb from under my computer keyboard into my lap and up onto my shoulders. When she did this, I would finish what I was doing to spend time with her. When Tannin stopped voiding, I knew she was telling me it was time for her to go. I said “Goodbye” to my faithful, fury, feline friend on February 19, 2015, as I did to my “Nurse Kitty” Tulip last September. Tulip and Tannin enriched my life by always being there for me. They were truly my loyal and loving friends. I thank the Lord for giving them to me and making them part of my life for almost seventeen years. It was truly a God-thing.

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The veterinarian sent me a lovely card with the following poem:

Four Feet in Heaven
(By Alice E. Chase)

Your favorite chair is vacant now
No eager purrs to greet me
No softly padded paws to run
Ecstatically to meet me.

No caring rubs, no plaintive cry
Will say it’s time for feeding.
I’ve put away your bowl,
And all the things you won’t be needing.

But I will miss you little friend,
For I could never measure
The happiness you brought me,
The comfort and the pleasure.

And since God put you here to share
In earthly joy and sorrow
I’m sure there’ll be a place for you
In Heaven’s bright tomorrow…

Do you believe that our beloved pets have a place in Heaven? This is a topic for another time. In the meantime, my friends and family are helping me during my grieving process with new puppies to pet and play with; caring emails, phone calls and visits; and roses, tulips and hyacinths that fill my living room with the fragrances of Spring. Thank you all! How wonderful is God’s creation! The promise of Spring is a God-thing.

hyacinths

“If of thy mortal goods, thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves
Alone to thee are left,
Sell one and from the dole,
Buy Hyacinths to feed the soul.”
(Muslihuddin Sadi, 13th Century Poet)

Peace,
Lydia

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Puppy Love

I wanted to send this post out on Valentine’s Day, but my brian was frozen. The following are BEFORE and AFTER photos of loving and beloved Canine Companions:

BEFORE

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Do you remember “Pupper”? My sister Jane brought her home just after Thanksgiving, 2013, after the RED SOX became World Champions for the 3rd time in ten years.

AFTER

A Pupper and ME

There are 3 puppies in this photo. Two are mine and Jane’s Pupper all grown up. We were watching the Patriots’ quest for the Lombardi Trophy.

BEFORE

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Jane decided Pupper needed a sister, so she brought home “Woof”. This photo was taken after the Patriots won the Lombardi Trophy for the 4th time in the 21st Century. I had my Christmas tree up until February, 2015. [I think Woof had to tinkle.]

AFTER

Cute Puppy

This is Woof and her “Auntie” sitting on Jane’s recliner. I had to put on an apron, in order for Woof to be seen in the photo. I was telling her a secret: “Don’t tell Mark about the next walnut practical joke. It’s just between you and me. Okay?”

BEFORE

cute Woof in the Snow

Pupper loves to play in the snow, but it’s too cold for Woof. Woof would sink into the snow and she would not like that at all. BURRR!

AFTER

bed puppies

After playing in the snow, Pupper decided to take a nap. After Woof played hard indoors, she decided to take a nap too with Pupper. AAH! A dog’s life – there’s nothing like it.

BEFORE

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Diesel, my nephew Luke’s Gentle Giant of a dog was one of a kind. After my sister’s dog [the good] Damon, was hit by a car, causing brain damage, Diesel became his “therapy dog”. After Damon came home from the animal hospital [Tufts], he could only walk in one direction and in circles. When Damon was able to go on short walks, Diesel walked on his weak side, so that Damon would walk straight. When they were home, Diesel would chase Damon around the dining room table. He would chase him in one direction, and then turn on a dime and chase him in the other direction, so that Damon would learn to run both to the right and to the left again. No one told Diesel to do these things for Damon. [Damon lived to be eight years old; many years after being hit by a car.] Diesel was truely one of a kind. After thirteen years of being a faithful and loving friend, Luke and all of us had to say “Goodbye” to Diesel. It was a very heart-wrenching thing to do for Luke and his wife Trish, but it was the loving and best thing to do for their Gentle Giant and faithful friend.

AFTER

a puppy love

Diesel left a “GIANT” hole in the hearts of Luke and Trish. We will always remember him and his memory will cause us to smile. No one can replace Diesel, but a puppy can help grieving hearts and fill the need to love. Luke and Trish went to get their new puppy on Saturday, February 14th [Valentine’s Day], in Rhode Island, the state where they were married. Though the puppy’s breed is the same as Diesel’s, it’s a female and her color is dark. She will become her own “one of a kind”. She doesn’t have a name yet, but I kinda like “True Blue”. We’ll just have to wait until she gives herself a name.

“The righteous care for the needs of their animals” [Proverbs 12:10a – NIV].

banana split love

Peace,

Lydia

 

 

New England Sports Fan’s Attempt at Haiku

Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry. A Basic Haiku consists of three lines – 5 syllables, 7 syllables, 5 syllables. My apologies to my Haiku Poet friends. This is the result of “Cabin Fever”.

Emblem Pats

Sports Radio Buzz
Deflate-Gate Over-Blown Talk
Patriots World Champs

B Super Bowl 2015

 

A. Super Bowl 2015

Pats Win Wicked Sweet
Rookie Clinch Interception
Seahawks Wing Clippings

c Super Bowl 2015

 

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Wild Duck Boat Parade
Eldeman Grunk Fun Hijinx
Brady Son Duck Nap

Brady and Son NAP

 

duck boat parade Pats

Pats Fan Swarms Parade
Duck Boats Snowy Boston Streets
Wicked Awesome Win

DUCK BOAT SNOW

 

Brady and Son2Bruins

Bean Town Title Town Too
Pats Bruins Celtics Red Sox All
Champs Sooner Later

CelticsDUCK BOATS RED SOX

A “Wicked” New England Sports Fan,

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“Don’t Poke the Bear” Lydia

As White As Snow

 

[All Scripture is taken from the ESV Christian Bible, except one.]

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[My nephew Luke’s beloved dog Diesel loved playing in the snow.]

SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! We have sure gotten a lot of snow in the 2014-2015 Winter months. As the song goes, “And there’s no sign of stopping, and I brought some corn for poppin’. So, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it Snow!” The snow brings childhood delight to those who enjoy Winter sports and much needed dollars for those who make a living directly involving snow. On the other hand, snow brings dread to those who can’t get around very easily in the white stuff, those who depend on others to help them with their activities of daily living, hospital and other emergency workers, and for those who do not have warm places to call “home”. For those of us who develop “cabin fever”, it’s good remind ourselves to thank the Lord for the “cabin” we have the “fever” in and to pray for and help those who do not have roofs over their heads or who are unable to pay for heat. If we think about it, it is really a blessing to be able to have “cabin fever” in a nice warm house [especially with a 60” HD “Smart” TV].

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I am one of those who have trouble getting around in the snow. It’s difficult for me to climb  down snowy steps and my wheelchair does not have winter tires. I do not get to go out much in the snow, but I still think falling snow is a beautiful thing. One of my favorite things to do is watch the snowfall from the picture window in my warm living room. The snow is almost magical, in the way it covers everything with a blanket of white. It is absolutely stunning to see a red cardinal on a tree branch with red berries peaking out from under a fresh snow fall. White on red makes such a stark contrast. It reminds me of Isaiah 1:18:

“Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.”

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This Scripture verse is absolutely amazing to those who have been forgiven of their sins by the blood of Christ. On the other hand, others do not believe they need forgiveness and think it absolutely ludicrous to think that red blood can make a person as pure as the fallen snow. They ask, “What is sin anyway? As long as no one gets hurt, I have the right to live as I please. I‘m not a bad person.” Jesus talks some about what sin is in Matthew 5:21-24:

“You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.’ But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire. So, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First, be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.”

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I have never murdered anyone, but I have been angry at people for not thinking about my needs, as they most definitely should. My wants and needs come first. Don’t they? Jesus says, “No, they don’t.” Jesus is talking about the attitude of the heart. Instead of thinking about how I hate the snow and how I envy those who sky and skate and enjoy all sorts of stuff in the snow and how selfish they are for not thinking about ME, Jesus teaches me to put them before myself. Sin is selfishness. Sin is thinking I am more important than you. In the Books of Romans, Philippians and I Thessalonians, the Apostle Paul teaches us how to be more like Christ – humble, giving and thankful:

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“For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned” [Romans 12:3].

“Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this in mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, Who, though He was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, He humbled Himself by, becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross” [Philippians 2:3-8].

give thanks

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, GIVE THANKS in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” [I Thessalonians 5:16-18].

GOOD SAMARITAN

Sin is selfishness. Sin is being conceited. Sin is not being thankful. Sin is not putting others first and being resentful when I do. Sin is not caring, as Jesus illustrates in the Parable of the Good Samaritan [Read Luke 10:25-37]. I have been guilty of one or more of these sins everyday of my life. And I know I am not alone. If we are honest with ourselves, we will agree with Isaiah 53:6: “All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned – every one – to his own way…”, but we can also rejoice that it doesn’t end there: “…and the LORD has laid on Him [His Only Son] the iniquity of us all.” Romans 3:23-26 echoes the same truth: “…for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by His grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a propitiation [acceptable offering to regain favor with God] by His blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God’s righteousness, because in His divine forbearance He has passed over former sins. It was to show His righteousness at the present time, so that He might be just and the Justifier of the one who has faith in Christ.”

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Jesus did what I could never do. Jesus paid for all of my sins by dying on the cross for me and for everyone who believes in Him; everyone who believes that what He did was necessary and true. It is important to accept God’s forgiveness, in Christ. When [not “if”] I sin I can be honest with God and be forgiven, time and time again, because of what Jesus has done for me.

“For our sake [God] made [Jesus] to be sin Who knew no sin, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God” [II Corinthians 5:21].

“If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He is just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness” [I John 1:8-9].

FREEDOM THUBMAN

To truly understand the love of God and His grace [unmerited favor] towards us, we must admit that we are sinners. When we do not consider ourselves to be sinners, we remain slaves to sin. Therein lies the problem. During the shameful period of American history when slavery was allowed, Harriet Tubman, a run-away slave who was instrumental in the Underground Railroad and worked to free slaves, had a hard time convincing some slaves to escape and leave their masters. Perhaps, for some strange reason, they were comfortable with being a slave. This is very hard to wrap my brain around, as it is difficult for me to understand why people are comfortable in being slaves to sin.

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“For when you were slaves to sin, you were free in regard to righteousness. But what fruit were you getting at that time from the things of which you now are ashamed? For the end of those things is death. But now that you have been freed from sin and have become slaves of God, the fruit you get leads to sanctification [the process of becoming all God wanted you to be] and its end, eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus as Lord” [Romans 6:20-23].

a spirit of truth

“If you abide in My Word, you are truly My disciples, and you will know the Truth, and the Truth will set you FREE…So if the Son sets you FREE, you will be FREE indeed” [John 8:31b, 36].

a statue of Sojourner Truth

[Statue of Sojourner Truth in Florence, Massuchusetts]

“I’m not going to die. I’m going home like a shooting star.” – Sojourner Truth

LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! LET IT SNOW! [Only up to just before Baseball Season!].

[February is Black History Month.]

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Lydia

In 2011, my sister Jane and I visited our sister Sophie who lives in Oregon. On one of our sight-seeing trips, we went to Corbett, Oregon and discovered Farm Maid Goat’s Milk Soap. We really liked this soap and the many scents it comes in. We have Sophie send us a supply at Christmas. On each soap bar there’s a paper band around it, telling about the soap – where and how it’s made and the scent. It also has Acts 15:9b written on it: “…He also cleansed their hearts through faith” [NLT]. I thought that was pretty cool! In addition to soap, Farm Maid has candles, lotions and other items. You might want to check out the website: http://www.FarmMaidSoap.com.

Who Am I To Argue?

Grand Canyon

It all started on January 24, 2015. My sister Jane came over to show me something on her cell phone. I thought she had a photo of the new puppy she was getting in a few weeks. Much to my surprise, she was showing me a photo of a 60-inch flat Screen “Smart” TV on a beautiful cabinet stand. She explained that she and her husband Mark and her sons Noel and Luke and his wife Trish and my youngest sister Sophie [in Oregon] all pitched in to get a 60-inch TV for my 60th birthday [which is in August]. It was coming on Thursday [1/29], so that I would have it for the SUPER BOWL [2/1]. I was totally speechless. When I was able to speak, I said, “Jane, this is too much. You don’t have the money to get this stupendous TV with a cabinet besides. My 58-inch [dinosaur] TV is still good.” Jane pointed out that everyone pitched in and they got it with zero percent interest and had a long period of time to pay for it. She also told me the first thing Mark said to the clerk was, ‘Show me the best TV for watching sports.’ So, what better gift to give a sports fan who’s turning 60 than a 60-inch TV?” Jane made a good point there. Who am I to argue? When Mark and Luke set everything up on Thursday and the TV was tuned to ESPN showing the Grand Canyon, all I could say, and repeated several times, was “LOOK AT THAT!” When I came back to earth I thanked Mark and Luke profusely and gave them hugs several times. If my family wanted to give me such an extravagant gift, who am I to argue. [You know what this means? When I have a birthday with the year ending in 0, I’ll have to celebrate the whole year and not just the month, as I usually do.]

chicken wings

Judging from all the SUPER BOWLS I have watched, SUPER BOWL XLIX was the most exciting ever. Yes, the TV made it very special, as did my friends who watched it with me, as well as the phenomenal food [In-VINCE-able pizza, wings with homemade bleu cheese dip, shrimp and home-made cocktail sauce, trees (broccoli) and mud (hot peanut butter dip), sautéed kielbasa, chips, crackers, homemade dips, cake and whipped cream, and the appropriate wines to go with it all]. But the game itself was “sitting-on-the-edge-of-your-seat” exciting for the whole entire game [except for the half-time show]. We had more food than six people could eat during a four-hour period and the excitement was way over the top for me [I was maneuvering the whole time in my recliner, pressing against the back of the chair and moving right to left, as if I were helping the Patriot receivers dodge the defense and run as many yards as possible for the first down, and I grunted and groaned as if I were the one who was tackled]. It was hard work. But, who am I to argue?

Emblem Pats

B Super Bowl 2015

SUPER BOWL XLIX was decided in the last minutes of the forth quarter. In the last minutes of the game, Julian Eldelman [Brady’s nickname for the 5’10” wide receiver is “Micro-tron”] scored the go-ahead touchdown and the Patriot’s led 28 to 24. There were a few minutes left when Skyler Tyreece [Seahawk] made a juggling catch at about the 3-yard-line. Everyone thought the football hit the ground, but it never did. It bounced on Tereece’s body a few times, and then he grabbed it. In the seconds before the next play, I had flashbacks of heart-wrenching sports outcomes. Because two of my friends are Seahawks fans [sort of] and were watching the game with me, I thought of 1986, when I lived in New York state and was watching the 6th game of the World Series with a bunch of Mets fans [I can’t write anymore about it]. I also remembered the Giants vs. Patriots SUPER BOWL when Jermaine Kearse made that “Velcro-helmet” football catch. With Tereece’s fluky [almost miraculous] catch, I said to myself, “Okay. For some reason unknown to me God must want the Seahawks to win. Who am I to argue?” Just when I was wishing I didn’t eat as much as I did, another “miraculous” event took place. Even when all of the Northwest was screaming, “PASS IT TO MARSHON LYNCH!” [Seattle’s “bull-dozer” running back], the Seahawks’ coach had Russell Wilson [quarterback] throw the football instead. New Englanders can totally empathize with Seahawks fans. It must have felt like when all of New England was screaming at the TV in 2003, “TAKE PEDRO OUT OF THE GAME!” Except, this time, New Englanders were ecstatic at Pete Carroll’s decision for Wilson to throw the football, instead of handing it off to Lynch.

A. Super Bowl 2015

With that fatal decision, the unimaginable happened! The Patriot rookie, Malcolm Butler, intercepted the football! After that, the Seahawk were flagged for encroachment, which took Brady out of the end zone.The game was over, except for taking a knee and keeping the football safely cradled in Tom “Terrific” Brady’s capable hands. THE PATRIOTS ARE THE 2014 SUPER BOWL WORLD CHAMPIONS!!!

 

c Super Bowl 2015

It’s hard to understand why Seattle’s coaching staff made the decision they did. It must have made Lynch speechless [but what else is new]. As for me – Who am I to argue? “GET THE DUCK BOATS READY!”

 

gratitude

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” [I Thessalonians 5:16-18 – E.S.V.]

With a Grateful Heart,

Lydia

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