My granddaughter Amanda is to my left. Her Japanese exchange student is next to Abby, holding her leash
In Livermore, CA: Grandson AJ at baseball
Lots o changes ahead. 
And here I am, havi... 
It had to happen: I took the leap. After eight years of living here, becoming part of the community, I put my Cheyenne, WY, home on the market. I found out I can list online with ForSaleBOwner.com and signed up with the company. Since I am friends with several realtors, I’ve also alerted them that I’m willing to work with anyone who is an agent for buyer.
I don't send out greeting cards annually, but this time I decided to do so. Here is a pic I sent with each card. I also requested a photo of myself with Walt's family, since they are set to leave Wyoming in a few months. Two days ago, atWalt's birthday party, we played guitar and sang songs, most of them not Christmasy but the cowboy and bar songs Walt likes. I played a bit of classical guitar in between. I hope we inspired Amanda, who is becoming self-conscious, turning reluctant to sing tho... 
A family emergency caused me to fly to California to help out with my youngest grandchildren. Above, we are playing Monopoly. The next pic is after AJ's soccer game. He just turned seven. Below, my son Andy with his 18-month-old daughter, Grace.
A wonderful book.Valuable reading as I prepare for my visit.In Anticipation of Visiting Friends in Japan and China
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At the eve of 2013, wishing you moments of peace and mindfulness. Moments is all we have.
Two of my brothers took their own lives; the third perished at a young age in repetition of our mother's early death of cancer. I might not call their cancers virtual suicide--but it certainly wasn't life-affirming. Not surprisingly, I myself have struggled periodically with thoughts of doing myself in. The most recent of these episodes occurred a few years ago when I was struck with what seemed an irremediable health problem. At the time, life seemed an endless chain of listless days of lang... 
This past week I've had some disturbing news that I haven't digested yet. Hence, no discussion pertaining to the disturbance. Instead, today I am looking back to a visit not long ago with friends near Nuremberg, Germany. They took me on an auto tour to Regensburg, where the pic of the cafe originated that dates to 1686. On the way to Regensburg, we stopped in a small town, Riedenburg in Altmuehltal, which, it happens boasts a well-known museum of gems and minerals. Incredibly, the museum ... 
It's been three weeks of travel but I am back home. How quickly it's over! And all I can do is marvel how friends these days look like their parents, not like the youngsters I once knew. I too, have changed: I seem to have shrunk, which is obvious only after standing next to a young man I used to know as a kid. 
Sometimes it's necessary to step away from the hubbub created by our social connections. Much as I love family and friends, their sorrows and sadness--and, yes, contentiousness--can get to me. Then I feel as if anything I might try to make things better is not going to amount to anything, for someone else will unravel whatever I'm trying to do.
What will life be like when Baby Grace is a young woman? 
I usually gain weight when I spend a holiday with family--and it's not just because. during the holidays, everyone eats too much and drinks too much. I turn to chocolate as my "comfort food," and so, I'm glad to return to my own routine of "normal" life with its exercise groups and swimming. Of course, the fact that I need to comfort myself with chocolate when visiting family is in itself revealing.
Today I write in pity and sorrow, for I decided to expand an earlier blog on my brother’s dying, which includes my D-Q experience. I'm determined to shape the piece into a newspaper essay but emotions overwhelm me as a write: pity for Karl, sorrow for the students I was unable to help. There’s also anger, the gut-wrenching fury at an industry that systematically manipulates millions of uninformed consumers. Last not least there’s anger at being powerless to enumerate the injustices th... About Me
| Edith Cook |
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Though I now live in Wyoming, I make frequent return trips to California with visits to travel club members along the way. At home I play classical guitar, enjoy gardening and cooking, and participate in group yoga. Getting together with family and friends is high on my agenda. I value people who write or make music and love it when my adult children and their offspring play their instruments, sing songs with me, or discuss what they read and write. Such gatherings help me cope with the losses in my life, which have been severe. Next year I hope to visit family in Germany.
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