September 2008

9-4-08

Today Momma and Dad and I are going to Pennsylvania. They want Dad to work there for about 3 weeks. It will be a long trip.

9-5-08

Boba and Gigi came to my house to play with me before we went to Pennsylvania (wherever that is) Boba thinks I can talk real good now and I can count to 15.

9-11-08

Seven years ago today Al Qeida, Muslim Terrorists crashed planes into the large “Twin Towers” in New Yourk City. They also crashed a plane into the Pentagon in Washington D.C. They were going to crash a fourth plane into the Capitol Building, but the passengers tried to take over the plane and that plane crashed in Pennsylvania. About 3,000 people were killed that day, it was the largest direct attack on the U.S. in history. The day our world changed forever.

9-19-08

We came back from Pennsylvania. I tried to call Boba, but he didn't answer. I think he will call me today. I am glad to be home.

The U.S. is out of money due to the greed of many supposedly powerful men. People are talking of an economic depression equivalent to the one in 1929. “Truth” is stumbling in our streets.

9-20-08

Presli called me yesterday to ask about Tyson, Mocha, and Latte. We are taking Tyson home today and Courtney is fixing dinner for us. I am glad Presli is home.

9-28-08

Grandma RIchards found the manger and nativity set Grandma Pam (Mom’s mother) made for Grandma and Grandpa Richards many years ago. I will like the animals. Boba will bring it to us.

Presli - This is one of Boba’s favorite poems - I hope you like it and live, as it suggests.

God speaks to us as He makes us, then walks with us silently out of sight.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me!

Flare up like a flame and make bug shadows I (God) can move in.

Let everything happen to you.

Beauty and terror.

Just keep going.

No feeling is final.

Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life

You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me (God) your hand.

Rainer Rilke (An old German poet)

9-29-08

Boba came to our house last night. He brought Tyson back. He changed my diaper and helped feed me spaghetti. Momma makes good spaghetti. Boba, Momma, and I played with the picture puzzle toy in my bedroom. I love Boba and Boba loves me.