The Weight of History

Here are two new pictures of Granny's Little Treasure. Baby Baloro now has a name: Remy Marie Baloro. Thus a tradition continues. Remy's grandmother has the middle name Marie. Remy's great grandmother had Marie for a middle name. Remy's great great grandmother's first name was Marie. Welcome to the world Remy Marie. You are much loved. Granny is close by when you need her.

Mother and Baby are doing fine. Father is taking care of his two women and doing an awesome job. Everyone is a little tired. There are more pictures of Remy, Mother, Father and Granny on J.'s Facebook Album so if you are a friend on Facebook you can access them.

Stay plugged in for more pics in a couple of more days. Thanks to everyone for their phone calls and emails. It is wonderful to be able to share our sweet girl with everyone via the Internet.

We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. ~Shirley Abbott

The lack of emotional security of our American young people is due, I believe, to their isolation from the larger family unit. No two people - no mere father and mother - as I have often said, are enough to provide emotional security for a child. He needs to feel himself one in a world of kinfolk, persons of variety in age and temperament, and yet allied to himself by an indissoluble bond which he cannot break if he could, for nature has welded him into it before he was born. ~Pearl S. Buck

Announcing Baby Baloro

I am proud to present my granddaughter, Baby Baloro. She was born at 3:53 this morning, August 16. She weighs 7 pounds, 2 ounces and measures 20 inches long. Of course she is the most beautiful baby ever born (next to her mother)!

Joel phoned me at about 3 am and told me they were going to the hospital. By the time I arrived, at 4:00 am she was already born. Margot delivered about 10 minutes after arriving at the hospital. It was no surprise to me because both my mother and myself delivered quickly.

The parents haven't finally picked a name yet, but as soon as they do I will let everybody know. She was quite alert and able to suck right away. She has quite a large repertoire of noises already.

Happy day. Hope you all celebrate this new precious gift.

Where did you come from, baby dear?Out of the Everywhere and into here.~George MacDonald, At the Back of the North Wind

Every child begins the world again.... ~Henry David Thoreau

Three Little Words X 5

I have just three words. Precious metal clay. Also known as PMC. I took a one-day class in its use yesterday. Great time. Really enjoyed it and looking forward to many fine projects in the future.

This pendant that I made yesterday is pure silver, also known as Fine Silver. It is gorgeous stuff to work with. It doesn't look silver in the picture because I added a patina to make it look gold and coppery.

But, I have another one that I left in just silver. It is beeeeoootiful. But I have not managed to take a good picture of it yet. And pure silver never tarnishes!!!! Good news for me as I have bad chemistry with sterling silver. Literally - when I work with sterling, my hands get black.

This pendant is on a necklace of Swarovski crystals that I linked with silver and gold wire. I can't wait to get myself a kiln and really get to work.

Well, I have another three words. Adobe Photo Shop. I am starting to learn to use it and hopefully I will be able to improve my pictures.

And another three words. Lunch at Milestones. Darling Daughter, Wonderful Son-in-law, Sister and I had a great lunch at Milestones today. No reason, just felt like it. It was a great warm, sunny day here in English Bay. It would only be better if I heard three other little words: Margot's in labour. But no such luck so far today. No news on the baby front.

Here are three more words. Bye for now!!!

Life is tough enough without having someone kick you from the inside. ~Rita Rudner

Sesquipedalian Musings

Half a fortnight of engagement at London Drugs for me. I will be toiling today - five till eleven. Only three more shifts peddling beautifying embrocations. Jubilation!

I've swallowed a thesaurus. I've set myself a task in this posting to use as many fifty dollar words as I can.

Last Saturday I had a soiree for the Festival of Lights. It was most diverting, but not as stimulating as the thundering Chinese display or the harmonious Canadian exposition. The Canadian team procured first place. Double jubilation!!

The neighbouring edifice has now reached its ultimate elevation. I had discourse with one of the builders who told me the floor which I was scrutinizing was the roof. So, contrary to my former surmise, my view of English Bay will essentially remain. Vibrant sunsets will still be accessible. Triple jubilation!!!

Tomorrow is G-day. The long-awaited Due Date. The mother of my grandchild assures me the signs of imminent labour are all there, but, so far no parturition. At this point in her gestation an incipient mother becomes truculent and obstreperous. Be tenacious, darling. Our exultation is impending. Infinite jubilation!!!!

I will terminate this communication with a quote from a paragon of humanism. Felicitations!

Hypocrisy is annoying but not evil. Someone who says one thing and does another has doubled their chances of being half right. ~Penn Jillette