Guest Editor's Pick of the Week!

I was very pleasantly surprised to receive an Email from Dornbrau letting me know that she has been chosen as a Journals Guest Editor for this week.  The real shock was learning that she has chosen "Dock Lines..." as one of the five featured journals for this week.  Thank you, Dorn! 

To go and see her entry as Guest editor, click on this link: 

HI WORLD, ITS ME... THIS WEEK'S GUEST EDITOR!

I encourage you all to go and read about the other journals she has chosen to highlight this week.  I am flattered to be included in this fine company of journals.  Once again, Dorn, thank you!

A Birthday Party

Right off the bat, let me share with you that Bill, mentioned in an earlier post, did indeed come by my dock shack a week from the day he had the accident.  Bill looked healthier than ever and made good on his promise to give me a big hug!  The doctors have said that he has had a complete recovery.

 

Our days around the house have been filled with many sounds since Christmas.  Happy sounds, serious sounds, mischievous sounds, the sounds of a young boy that reached age seven yesterday.  I’ll have more on the birthday celebrations in a bit. 

 

It has been quite an experience for our household to serve as a permanent home for a little boy for these last few months.  In that amount of time there has been a lot of bonding and shared experiences.  The weekly bike rides that Trenton and I take have become a staple of our lives and will be so missed when Trenton rejoins his mom and dad.

 

That is what I am coming to now.  On Saturday, March25, Trenton will board a flight to Oregon to join Trace and Danielle.  I am not happy abo

ut this, but I have no say, in my humble opinion, it would be wiser to let him finish out the school year here and send him to join the others in Oregon at the end of the school term.  Trace and Danielle say absolutely not!  They do not want to be away from him for that long.

 

Trace has taken a job with a fellow he’d worked with in the past and has rented a house and, together with Danielle, has made it ready to receive Trenton.  Plane tickets have been bought and an escorted flight has been arranged for the little guy to get there.

 

I have some problems with all of this because the two of them need professional help due to their addiction to controlled substances.  All of the promises to go to counseling and drug rehab have fallen by the wayside and they feel they are ready to accept the responsibility of raising their son once more.  I have heard this as though it was a broken record and I am helpless.  Trace is not my son, but my stepson.  He is not my flesh and blood and since I am not his father, I have no say in how he leads his life. 

 

I will not go to war with my wife over this issue, our relationship and the feelings we share are too dear to me to risk.  It is her opinion that we must bow to the wishes of Trenton’s parents and return him when they request it.  Paulette assures me she will keep a pulse on the situation in Oregon and call Family Services at even the least hint of impropriety on the part of Trenton’s parents. 

 

We have been teaching Trenton our phone number and making sure he has it memorized and knows how to dial us long distance collect.  He has promised to call if things are still the same with his parents.  It seems to me to be too big of a burden to thrust into the hands of a seven year old.  As Trenton steps on that plane we will be praying that God has a good life planned for that little boy.

 

Now, on to the celebrations!  Trenton did not want a big party, just the four of us Paulette, Aunt Sandy, Trenton and me.  He was allowed to choose the meal and pizza was his meal of choice to be followed by Cheesecake and Tin Roof ice cream.  He chose cheesecake on his own with no coaching from Grandpa Sam, honest!  He remembered the Cheesecake variety wheel Grandpa Sam was treated to on his last birthday and wanted the same! 

 

The pictures tell the rest of the story, and I’ll add a little line with each one to keep us all on the same page.  Oh, I deferred to Aunt Sandy’s wishes and took no pictures with her in the frame.

 

Let the Party Begin!

 

This Group looks ready for a good time!  (Paulette, Trenton & Sam)

Trenton Reading The Cards

Grandma lending a hand with the reading

Emmie sizing up the scene before deciding the party was for her!

Trenton showing off the spoils

Give a kitty a wad of paper and she is in heaven!

Emmie was so happy she got a box for Trenton's Birtday!

Paulette entertaining a party guest.

Emmie plays with the birthday boy!

Trenton chose the cheesecake wheel all on his own, no influence from Gandpa, honest!

Add a little Tin Roof ice cream and now we are talking party!

The Birthday Boy enjoying the spoils!

Success!

My thanks to all of you who commented on my last post, and a very special thanks to all who sent tips on how to get all of my "Other Journals"  Into the space to the right of this text in my "Other Journals" section.  As you may notice, I have a single link there now.  Click on it and it takes you to a page that contains the links for all of the journals I wanted to include.

I could not have done this alone and I thank you all for your support and suggestions.  Wil provided the hints on the method I finally chose to display this information.  Thanks for your help, Wil, it worked!

Well, now that that is done and no longer a burden, I must hold true on my promise to write a newsy post and catch you all up on the happenings around here.

Tomorrow (Wednesday 2-15-06) is Trenton's 7th birthday.  I want to wait 'til that's over then I'll share how it turned out with all of you.  Who knows?  I might even be able to post a Picture or two of the celebration.  I know that it's rare these days for me to post twice in one week, but this will merit the extra effort, I am sure. 

There you have it.  I've promised a second post, probably Thursday evening to bring you up to date and share a bit of the celebration.  You now have it in writing, LOL!  See Y'all then! 

In the meantime, Happy Valentines Day!

I Give Up!

To those that got an alert about a new entry here and came by only to find symbols and scripting signs, I apologize! 

I have been trying to update the "About Me" section of my journal.  I have put this chore off way too long and have spent quite a bit of time going though all the links I keep in my favorites area checking to see if they are still viable links and that the authors are still writing.

I've been promising myself, as well as a few others, that I would update the "Other Journals" section here for quite some time.  This week I set out to do it.  It took hours going to every journal and compiling the list of 147 journals I am trying to display.

Right off the bat I found out that the "Other Journals" space that AOL provides us can store only 50 links.  I've seen other journals were they put a link to a page that has their entire lists when the lists are over fifty. 

I thought when I finally learned how to manipulate pictures in my journal I had mastered this domain.  Hah!  Fat Chance.  Yes, I have the knowledge and ability to insert links in this space and have them work, but I give up trying to figure out how to show 147 links on one page.

Ok, any of You out there who has figured out how to do this, please Email me with some hints or instructions.  I've wasted three days trying to do it the way I thought it should work with no luck.

I want to write a nice newsy entry, but I've promised myself I will not post again until I can list all the wonderful journals I visit.  Help!  Please?

Great news!

This will be short, but I knew you all wanted to know.  I just got off the phone with Bill.  He is being released from the hospital tonight and is expected to make a full recovery.  He has promised to come by my dock shack when he can so that I can give him a big hug!  I am so relieved and happy!  This has been a life changing experience for me.

Life is a precious gift!

Life is a precious gift.  It can be taken from us at any moment with no notice whatsoever.  Never was this point brought home any clearer to me than it was early this afternoon on the docks.  Here’s what happened.

 

I had just finished my lunch and was heading back to my dock shack when I saw my favorite dentist at the sailboat hoist preparing to launch his boat.  He is in a partnership on a racing sailboat and takes part in all the local regattas.  My assistant had already finished his lunch and was helping someone launch a powerboat at the main hoist.

 

I went over to lend a hand at the sailboat hoist and to catch up on what’s going on with my dentist.  We talked for a bit and I learned that he and his partner were putting the sailboat in the water so that they could take the trailer to have it worked on.

 

We got the sailboat in the water with no trouble at all and decided on a slip to move it to for the time period it will take to get the trailer worked on.  I headed over to the slip to catch their lines as my dentist, Kevin, and his partner made ready to cast off and motor over. 

 

I was almost to the slip when I heard Kevin yell at the top of his lungs, “SAM!”  I started moving quickly back towards the ramp to get me off the dock.  I looked over and saw our maintenance supervisor running full speed towards Kevin at the sailboat hoist docking area.  Kevin was bent over the side of the dock and holding on to his partner who was in the water.  The maintenance supervisor got there fast and helped Kevin get his partner out of the water and stretched out on

the dock.

 

 I yelled to my assistant to grab our heart defibrillator while I ran for the golf cart. Arriving as quickly as we could, I ran down the sailboat hoist dock and saw Kevin performing mouth to mouth resuscitation on his partner.  When I bent down on the ground to set up the defibrillator, I looked at Kevin’s partner and his face had turned blue and his eyes were wide open with a blank expression.  He was not breathing and he had no heart beat.  I tore the protective backing off the paddles and stuck them in the proper positions as the partner coughed some water up.  I turned on the defibrillator and the machine ran a quick analysis and said a shock was called for.   I cleared Kevin from the body and pushed the shock button.  The partner’s color almost immediately changed from blue to beet red and the machine said another shock was not called for.

 

Kevin threw himself into the mouth to mouth resuscitation.  We now had a pulse and needed the partner to start breathing on his own.  More and more water came up from the partner.  Kevin kept clearing the breathing passage and kept on working on him.  The eyes closed and opened again and the partner started breathing on his own, coughing up volumes of water each time.

 

I had brought a towel down that I always keep on my golf cart and shoved it under the partner’s head.  Kevin told me to look at the coloration around the partner’s fingers and told me that the man was going into shock.  Kevin asked for my sweatshirt and I took it off and wrapped it around the partner. More and more it seemed the man was able to breath on his own and Kevin could devote his energy to keeping the breathing passage clear as water and mucus kept coming up.

 

During all this activity, the maintenance supervisor used his cell phone to call 911 and request an ambulance.  I was told the ambulance arrived in just a mater of minutes, but it seemed an eternity to me.

 

The partner was drifting in and out of shock and was barely conscious.  He could not recognize us and did not know where he was.  As the EMT technicians tried to strap him onto the flat board and secure his neck in a brace, the partner fought us.  I had to hold his legs so he would not kick one of the EMT’s into the water. 

 

A second ambulance arrived as well as two policed cruisers.  With the help of the second team of technicians, the partner was finally strapped down on the board and transferred to a gurney for the trip up the dock ramp and into the back of one of the ambulances.  Just before the doors to the ambulance were closed, the partner finally looked at Kevin and asked, “Kevin, what the hell’s going on here?”  Kevin reassured the partner and sent the ambulance off towards the hospital.

 

The second set of EMT’s wanted a full account of what happened from Kevin as one of the police officers, a friend of mine, cornered me for a full report for his bosses.  My policeman friend called the County Marine Patrol Unit who at first said to hold us there until they could arrive on scene.  A second call to the marine patrol resulted in them saying that because the boat was not moving at the time of the accident, they did not need to respond and the police could release us after they finished their report.

 

It seems that after I had walked away from their boat earlier, the partner was getting ready to cast off and jumped over the boom on the sail boat’s mast to cross the boat.  His foot caught on something and he sprawled face first out onto the concrete dock and lost consciousness.  Kevin secured his line to the cleat on the dock in order to go and help the partner.  He took his eyes off the partner only for a second, but in that short amount of time the partner had slipped off the dock into the water.  He disappeared below the surface instantly and was well on his way to the bottom before Kevin was able to grab him to pull him back up.  Kevin had screamed “SAM!” When the partner had first hit the dock and the maintenance supervisor reached Kevin very quickly to help pull the partner back up onto the dock.

 

After the event was over and all the emergency vehicles had left, Kevin and I sat down on the chairs I keep in front of my dock shack.  We were both still shaking and passed light conversation between us as we tried to calm back down before we had to do anything else today.  Kevin thinks the prognosis is good for the partner, but promised to call me as soon as he hears what the doctors have to say.

 

Kevin called me from the hospital before I left work.  His partner is listed in critical condition.  He will on a respirator for several days.  He ingested a huge amount of salt water and when his condition stabilizes they will have to try and cleanse the salt from his lungs.  At some point after he comes off the respirator, they will do a CAT scan to determine the extent of his head injury sustained when his head hit the concrete dock.  His name is Bill and he could use your prayers right about now.

 

All in all, it was quite a Friday the thirteenth for me today.  I don’t ever want to have to go through something like that again.  I am glad, though, that I signed up for the CPR course I took this last August to freshen up my skills.  If any of you have a chance to in the future, take the course.  You never know whose life you might save, or when.

 

 

An update for the New Year!

First let me wish everyone a very Happy New Year.  The year 2006 hold so much promise, may we use our time this year wisely

 

I want to thank one and all for the outpouring of support I received after my last post.  Your kind words brought me comfort and gave me strength to get through a bit of rough water.

 

Trenton is still living with us and will be for some time to come.  We have no idea how long his stay will last, but take it one week at a time and make sure he has a regular routine and maintains his good habits.  He is a good student and we make sure he completes his studies each day before we allow him to play.  He’s used to it and doesn’t mind, there is plenty of play time left after the homework is done.

 

Trenton had a great Christmas.  He received a letter from Santa two weeks before the big day and was thrilled.  I’m just glad he didn’t recognize my handwriting, LOL! 

 

Christmas day dawned with the little guy getting up at One AM and waking us to let us know Santa had already come to our house.  We coaxed him back to bed and he slept ‘til we woke him at seven to open his presents.  He thought it was cool that Santa had eaten the cookies he had left out and drank most of the milk.

 

Santa was good to Trenton and he received some gifts that he had been wanting for up to two years now.  There were presents under the tree that we placed there from his absentee parents, and one from each of us in the household, as well.

 

We devoted a lot of time to Trenton every day and he had a ball getting so much attention.  Then it was back to school Monday and he was excited to be able to tell his school buddies what he got for Christmas.

 

I was very sick during his first week off from school.  I had flu-like symptoms.  It was a virus that went through this community like wildfire.  Mine changed from virus to bacterial and I had to get antibiotics from the doctor before I could shake it off.  I didn’t start feeling human again until Christmas Eve Day. 

 

Calls from the parents, both in different places, were regular at first, and now sporadic.  His Dad calls at least every other day, but it’s been a few days now since his mother has called. 

 

 The last we heard of Danielle, she had still not reached her Father’s house in California.  It became apparent she was lying to us about her whereabouts early on.  I mean, how many times does one have to pass through Tennessee to reach California?  She would forget where she told us she was on her previous calls and at one point was in Nebraska and two days later driving through Tennessee again.  What a pity her education did not extend to include the geography of the United States.  We can only pray that she eventually reaches her father and that he gets her into the drug rehabilitation program she so desperately needs. 

 

I knew I would be away from this keyboard for a bit of time but I have surprised myself by finding I’ve not posted in a full month.  I have had very little time for visiting other journals in J-Land and the web, as well.  I find that there is not any single aspect of my daily routine that has not been changed by the presence of Trenton living in our home now.  As the weeks go by, I will be able to make the slight adjustments and recoup some of my journaling time again.  Thanks to all of you who understand.

 

No, today’s post is not another story of daring rescues at sea or exciting adventures on the water.  I realized after my last post just how many of you care and I just wanted to update you on the situation.  I also wanted you all to know why I seemed to just drop off the face of the Earth for a whole month. 

 

I made it half-way through the comments on my last post, sending thank you notes to each commenter.  Then, I got sick and had to give up on it.  Please know how much each and every comment meant to me.  You are all so very nice and a wonderful community to be a part of.  I’m going to try and get around and visit all of you as I can over the next few days.

 

Yes, Christmas 2005 was a warm and wonderful day at our house.  I can only hope that each of you had a wonderful Christmas Time as well.

 

My special thanks to Donna over at D's Design for the graphic at the top of this post.  Donna does some wonderful work and is kind enough to share it with those who would like to use it.  She does ask for some sort of credit, and with talent like hers, it's very easy to give her a mention when I snag some of her artwork.  Thanks Donna!