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Author: Robert (Page 1 of 21)

4328 days

Or 11 years, 10 months, 6 days excluding today.

Or 142 months, 6 days excluding today.

Things have been busy, and they still are, but maybe it’s time for an update.

The Piggy Back Shopper

The stuff you find that makes you go, “Hmmmm, I wonder why they kept this…?”  The inside advertisement for The Big C brought back memories, for sure.

In Trenton, Camden, and Fairless Hills…

 

It’s Been A While

Emptying out your parents’ house is like opening a time capsule, or maybe like falling down a rabbit hole, take your pick.  On the surface, it all seems so simple:  just go through the house, room by room, and empty everything out – except it’s not so simple, and there is more stuff there than you had originally thought.  Some stuff is obviously trash – and other things are items worth keeping (although, honestly, not too much is worth keeping) but the majority of the stuff is the stuff that makes you stop in your tracks and remember every detail about when and where, about who and why, and it tears you apart to know that you need to get rid of the sentiment, close your eyes (and heart) and pitch it.  You don’t look back, you just keep moving forward – but it takes so long, and you’re not even half way through where you thought you would be when you said, 6 months ago, that you’d have the place empty by September.  There has been progress, no doubt, but nothing major, and it really won’t feel like a lot has been done until the big items – the furniture – have been removed.  In the meantime, you’ve been able to reconstruct your parents’ history, with their old high school yearbooks, the old photos of them as kids, along with the photos of so many other nameless people, frozen in time.  You find your Dad’s entire Navy history in boxes full of papers; the receipt from the music hired for your parents’ wedding reception; the receipts for their bedroom furniture set, the only one they ever knew, the one which is still in their bedroom now after 60+ years of marriage.  You discover so much about the lives of these two people who decided to join as husband and wife, and to spend the rest of their lives together, and to make a family together.  It is all there, for you to see, to hold and to touch, to travel in time…

On the other hand, you have a better appreciation for how much stuff you’ve been accumulating in your own house, and the opportunity to learn from the experience.

He Likes Me! He Really, Really Likes Me!

I was starting to get concerned.  I mean, I’m the Governor’s advisor and all, but lately, Chris and I, well, we’ve lost touch with each other.  Ever since that special weekend we shared last November, it’s like he’s been avoiding me, but Chris finally broke the chill between us and wrote me this letter, you know, to let me know how he really feels about me, and our relationship…

State of New Jersey

Office of the Governor
PO Box 001
Trenton, NJ 08625-0001

Chris Christie
Governor

February 7, 2012

Mr. Robert Walto
Pack Number 59

Dear Mr. Walto:

In honor of National Boy Scout Week, I wanted to thank you and your troop for the
invaluable work you do to positively influence the lives of youth in your community.

Since 1910, the Boy Scouts of America has helped mold young men in a disciplined
environment, teaching them the fundamental principles of nature conservation, character
development and the importance of service in one’s community. This week’s celebration offers
an excellent opportunity to recognize the important role that scouting has played in our
communities for more than a century. Scouting has prepared countless youths for productive
lives by fostering within them the importance of citizenship, service and leadership. More than
anything else, however, scouting makes young people feel supported and fulfilled, and the
contribution you make is incalculable.

The future success of our State is contingent on the healthy development of our children
and I commend your efforts to build our next generation of leaders. It is an honor to be your
Governor.

Sincerely,

Chris Christie
Governor

He even signed it himself – I’m so relieved – I thought he wanted nothing to do with me, but I guess he really cares!

I Think I Made a Wrong Turn Somewhere

I suddenly find myself the owner of a Facebook account.  The thing is, I’m not really sure that I belong there.  Yes, I know many, many people who are regular users of Facebook, even many of my own friends and family, but I’ve been resistant to join; now that I have, I’m not sure that I want to really be an active account owner.  So far I have three “friends” – Roger, Tom, and my twin.  Some have posted to my “wall” but I’ve yet to post anything on theirs.  I have my online profile locked down, until I really figure out exactly what I’m planning to do with this account.

Curiouser and curiouser…

Lego Knights Robotics team in Stirling wins ‘Best Programming’

http://newjerseyhills.com/echoes-sentinel/news/lego-knights-robotics-team-in-stirling-wins-best-programming/article_7d01bed6-1b75-11e1-93b6-001cc4c03286.html#.Tt0a_zdKOSk.facebook

William’s Lego Robotics team captured the Best Programming award at the First Lego League competition this weekend at the Hillsborough High School.  This year’s theme was Food Factor, with each team conducting research on an area concerning food safety, presenting their research to a panel of judges, demonstrating understanding and teamwork, and ultimately put their programming skills to work in the “robot games” where the team finished with the 5th highest total points.

It was a long day, but it was nice to bring home some hardware after weeks and weeks of preparation!

With Advisor Walto carefully watching his every move, can the White House be far behind?

Me and Chris… Chris and me… that’s right I was hanging with the Governor of New Jersey yesterday afternoon, at my son’s cross-country meet at Loantaka Brook Reservation in Morristown.  The meet was hosted by Assumption school, which is attended by the Governor’s daughters; one of them raced in the Girls 3rd and 4th grade race.

W. finished 23rd out of his field of 35, with a time of 11:39.2 for the 1.4 mile race, which was his highest placement this year.

Happy Halloween

From the Ghosts of Halloween past, present and future!

I was playing with Photoshop some time early last year – I had scanned a few pictures of various Halloween costumes I’d worn over the years, and created a collage, of sorts, of three pictures:  the first taken in 1974 when I was in 7th grade; the second in 1978 when a junior in high school, and the last in 1984 a few months after I had graduated from college.  I’m not sure why I went through the bother – but I think the end-result is pretty nifty!

October 20th

It was on this date, back in 1966, that I was on the Happy The Clown show, a kids show produced locally in Philadelphia; on this date I got my first ever Duncan butterfly yo-yo (it was yellow), my first portable cassette tape recorder, bongos, Carl Sagan’s 1980 book Cosmos; I attended game 4 of the 1993 World Series between the Phillies and the Blue Jays, and in 2004 the Red Sox accomplished the impossible by coming back from a 3 games to none deficit and winning game 7 of the American League Championship series over the Yankees.  A tragic plane crash claimed the lives of three members of Lynyrd Skynyrd on this date in 1977.  Art Buchwald, and Mickey Mantle, both celebrated birthdays on this date.  General Douglas MacArthur returned to the Philippines on this date in 1944.  In 2001 William ate his first french fry at Schooner Fare in North Conway, NH, and today in 1962 President Kennedy was first learning about the buildup of Soviet missile bases in Cuba, and at 12:25 AM my twin sister was born, 9 minutes after me.

Powered!

Earlier this afternoon, PSE&G restored the power to our street, so no more need to wander around the house with flashlights!  The refrigerator is once again re-stocked and chilling the milk for the kids’ morning cereals, and for my morning coffee!

Powerless

We are now in day three without power at our house.

Irene moved into our area late Saturday night, and we lost power sometime around 3:00 AM on Sunday morning; the storm’s rains moved out on Sunday morning, but the high winds persisted until late into Sunday evening, resulting in many downed trees and power lines around our part of the neighborhood.  Fortunately for us, no trees fell on or near our house nor our cars, and no significant water in the basement.  We played some board games with the kids – Sorry and Parcheesi – in the afternoon, and lit some candles and turned on the flashlights when it got dark, and when it got too late we all headed to bed! 

Monday, the sun rose on a gorgeous Summer morning, with temperatures in the 70s and low humidity – truly a beautiful day, but still no power.  I had time to clean up the yard of fallen sticks, cut the lawn for the first time in three weeks, re-setup the patio furniture, bird feeders, hanging plants, etc.  Edith filled up a cooler with frozen and refrigerated foods and took them to her parents’ house for storage, and was able to find some ice at a local supermarket to fill a cooler at home.  Her parents hosted us for dinner last night, and today I am working from their dining room table while Will works on two book reports due for school next week.  Edith’s work is closed due to flooding damage in that area, so she and Katie are doing girl things together.  PSE&G is still working on restoring power, but we’re still waiting…

Waiting for Irene

Our vacation was cut short yesterday, due to the anticipated arrival of Hurricane Irene to the Jersey shore this weekend.  On Thursday afternoon, we knew that the governor had issued an evacuation order for all of Cape May county starting at 5:00 AM Friday morning; later that night while Edith and I were trying to dodge buckets of rain at Bay Village in Beach Haven, we discovered that the evacuation order was extended to all of Long Beach Island, beginning at 8:00 AM the next morning.

The weather this past week at LBI was pretty much exactly as we would have ordered it, if we could:  hot and sunny days, perfect for grabbing a beach chair, umbrella, a good book, and parking in the sand for several hours.  The water was also nice – except for some extra jellies on Tuesday, and of course the surf became more rough as Irene approached Florida.  Surf City had spent a lot of time and money this past year to widen the beach, bury the jetties and continue to preserve the dunes, but the stormy weather from the previous week had done a serious job in eroding much of the beach below the high tide line.  Following Thursday night’s storms, the pounding surf turned the high tide line into a cliff.

Overall, vacation was good – time off away from work is always welcome, and the kids enjoyed their time at our usual beach house on the beach block at 18th Street.  We again rented the upstairs of the house, while Edith’s parents rented downstairs; her brother, his wife and their daughter rented the upstairs of their usual house on the beach, around the corner from ours, and they also brought along Edith’s sister’s daughter so the cousins could have “down the shore” fun, together.  Missing this year were Edith’s other brother and sister-in-law and their three kids, but in some ways it was better!

Anyway, we packed up most of our stuff yesterday morning and loaded the car, before stealing some more time at the beach.  We took a ride up to say goodbye to Old Barney; many vacationers had left early in the morning, giving the island a strange ghost town feel as we drove through North Beach, Harvey Cedars, Loveladies and Barnegat Light.  The Barnegat Lighthouse State Park was closed; Andy’s was closed and boarded up while Kelly’s worked to board up as well.  Edith really did not want to leave – vacation on LBI is just about her favorite thing in the world, and cutting her time there short is genuinely painful for her, but with the reality of the evacuation and the inevitability of the storm (eastbound traffic onto LBI was to be closed at 6:00 PM, and southbound traffic on the Garden State Parkway was closed at exit 98 at 8:00 PM) we really had no other choice.   On the way back from the lighthouse we stopped at the Surf City 5 and 10, where we dragged our feet a bit more, the kids picked up a few more shells for their newly acquired hermit crabs as well as for those already at home, until finally we headed back to the house, completed the load out and prepped the house for Irene, waved goodbye to the ocean and headed down Long Beach Boulevard and across the causeway back to the mainland to pick up the Parkway, northbound for home.  Traffic was not an issue at all – tolls south of the Raritan river were waived for all northbound travelers – and we did not hit any congestion until we exited at Route 287 and the usual 5:00 PM rush hour.  Still, we arrived home in time to unload the car, stow away the beach chairs and fishing gear, to unpack the suitcases and duffles, sort through the laundry, have dinner and an early bedtime.

Edith woke early this morning to search for water and batteries – none were to be found anywhere, but I believe we’re OK with what we have.  I spent the morning taking in the patio furniture and whatever outdoor miscellaneous outdoor items I could: the bird feeders, the hanging plants, the trash cans, laid down the portable basketball hoop, harvested the vacation surplus of cucumbers, eggplants, zucchini, tomatoes and peppers.  I tied down whatever I could not store in the garage, and then proceeded to wait for Irene’s arrival.  We started to feel the initial winds about 2 hours ago, and the rain has been heavy.  I realize this is a slow moving storm, but had anticipated the arrival would have been much earlier, and I fear that Irene will take its time leaving our area as well.  I pray that we are prepared to last the duration.

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