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Maybe I will count my blessings now.

25 Wednesday Dec 2013

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Maybe I will count my Blessings now. They are the Crowd among which my grumblings hide.

The Christ that is Christmas; the Family that has made me and the Family that is of me; the Country that is the ready bounty of liberty; the Dignity that is the labors of my mind and hand; the People who have sacrificed for mine and me; the Wise who instruct me; and the Enterprise that sustains me. Blessings. Counted.

The Memories that I keep. Counted, as acquired. Blessings.

My senses. Blessings, such as they are. Counted.

Home: The pantry, the well, the walls, the warmth, the comfort, the wire, the dog, my socks, my hats, the love, and the longing to be here when I am not. Counted. Here. Blessings.

Thanksgiving at Christmas. This morning. Today. Blessings. Counted. Counting…

~tdv

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Three Phases of Finished

27 Monday Aug 2012

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death, dream, family, short

We’re all in this plain room, touristy looking, with a long bank of tall windows in front of us, and to the left, a shorter bank of the same, with doors beside. Can’t see what’s behind me.

Looking through the windows at the corner, outside is an expressway in sheer chaos, bumper-to-bumper cars surround flashing lights about a central focus of activity, the nose of a plane, I think, and part of a wing. It’s neither night, nor day. Chaos consumes our field of view, to and a bit past the overpass.

Cruising along, bro says, “You can’t drive worth a shit, man”. We laugh. Dad, too, I think, but I don’t see him… or bro for that matter.

Somehow, as if the traffic doesn’t exist, a car speeds over it… around it… hell, I’ve no clue, but it smashed into the wing of this plane. We in the plain room, void of a reaction to this explosive addition to events, we are wondering how long the traffic will last before we can get back on the road. Just calmly waiting here, you see.

My chest wrenches, twisting from the inside, squeezing, some pain, unbelievable discomfort, then flash to black.

I am on a landing, where the stairs turn forty five degrees and up to my right and back, I’m leaning over the handrail, arms extended, screaming at these two doctors casually seated at a round cafeteria-like table below. One of them, the closer to me, is leaned back, hands clasped behind his head, leg in lap, eyes toward me sometimes.

All I see is them, the table, and maybe a vending machine behind. They’re just chillin’. Em’s in trouble.

I’m screaming, but the words aren’t coming out! Stuttering, reaching for the name of my Emy’s doctor, the name of our regular hospital. Got to make these guys know! This ain’t our hospital, they gotta know her history, I can’t tell them, they aren’t listening! My arms are flailing violently, reaching, pointing, “Her her she’s her she has has” now I cannot think of the doc’s name. Angry, frustrated, this is an emergency! She needs me! Damnit! Then it comes to me, not the right doctor, but good enough, and the name of the home hospital, but I still struggle to spit it out, then at last I do.

This goes on for minutes, me frantic, the docs down there casual. Finally, I remember the main home doctor’s name, and again, it takes a minute to say it! “She she u u usually see see sees dododoctor…. You guys gotta CALL!!

The reclining doctor down there looks at me again, no… through me. I hear somebody say “We know Em’s history”, monotone. I think it was him, but his face didn’t move.

My chest, this time, seven times the worse, two hands have hold of some elongated organ, each wringing it out like a dishrag. I can’t breathe, it goes and goes, deforming, contorting, till a sharp snakelike bite on the end. Severe don’t do it.

Flash to black. Minutes. No senses.

I look up, there’s a jagged paper bag type opening there above the black, out of reach, fluctuating. There is a room out there, a wall, a shelf, or a cabinet. Orange and a sort of off-blue.

As I claw toward the opening, I begin to sing. I don’t know this song. The words are not words, least not English. My voice is a beautiful thing to behold. This raspy, yet perfectly soothing sound, coming from a man who cannot sing a lick! I know they hear it, and they are as awed as me at the beauty. I can’t see them, don’t know who they are, just that they exist, how they feel. It might be my wife and daughters.

Almost at the opening, then the black is gone. I sit up from what I guess is a bed, and as I rise, begin to see my image in a large mirror in front of me. I am unaware of my body, someone’s in the room, to my left.

Still singing, divinely, peace, they agree. Truly didn’t know I had it… know that I don’t.

In the mirror, who is that? Long, featureless white face, with neck-length straight brown-black hair, very young human type is looking back at me. It’s not male or female that I can tell, blurry, but the eyes are dark and bright, giving the youth, and I think the face might be scarred, pitted, not sure but the hair and eyes.

Still singing… it is beautiful, though I think I died tonight, with the others in the tourist room. Emy’s fine, Mom checked.

~tdv

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My 1st GrandBaby’s 1st Birthday

12 Sunday Aug 2012

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My 1st Grandbaby’s 1st Birthday! Beauty, happiness, pride… Best I can say, as they’ve not made the proper word yet. @ 08.12.12

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Are You Wondering Why You Suck?

29 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by subconch in America, Faith, Family

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Do you ever sit back and wonder just what the hell you are doing here? You know, why you’ve wasted your life, how it is that you primarily suck as a human being, leaving off from your to-do list the things that should be at the top, or worse, having no to-do list at all.

Maybe you once did some of the important things, some or one, and rest yourself on those laurels, and just coast now, empty now, excepting that single story you can tell.

Did you ever feel like your family, you know, the people therein, the other humans above the other humans, they were not sufficiently supported by you, not protected by you, how at times you could have done more, or anything at all, in a circumstance?

Have you been wondering, like when you see the U.S. flag or such, how, when so many who came before you bled out to preserve the simple concept of liberty, why they sacrificed so for it, and you just get to enjoy the remaining echoes of liberty, without lifting a finger.

There too, are and were people you could and didn’t help, real humans, that if you were removed from your box, might have or had a little improvement in their condition, or might not have suffered a thing. Ever think about them?

So, even while you might be doing the material providing thing, are you curious why your otherwise idleness and particular inactions are defining you as a failure in the critical areas of life generally, namely with respect for your family, your faith even, your country, and your neighbor?

Yeah, neither am I.

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Randoms: Undoing the Done, Our Female Variety, Simple Divide, Nursing’s Hand

11 Monday Jun 2012

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care, consumer, Faith, family, female, hashtags, liberty, limited govt, nursing, poem, ponder, tyranny

#ConservativePickUpLines
So, there are TWO Constitutions of Magnificence. @ 06.10.2012
I saw you, and I whispered, “I’ve founder”. @ 06.10.2012
…okay, no lady’s man, but the wife wouldn’t appreciate if I was…

A shadow is a silhouette, but a silhouette is not necessarily a shadow. @ 06.10.2012

#Obama2012Slogans
My Presidentship’s Come In! @ 06.10.2012
ParTaking a Leak… and… It’s Not Raining… @ 06.10.2012

There is so much our gov’t can do… to UNDO so much that our gov’t does! @ 06.09.2012

My long experience, living with a few of our wonderful female variety, has brought me to conclude how best to describe them: CONSUMERS @ 06.09.2012

The divide between us is simple. I believe that society thrives when there is mutual respect for life, liberty, and property. You (progressives) don’t. @ 06.09.2012

Sweet eve for liberty, devoid the bitter tyranny, and carry us on, Thy morrow dawn, that we be Ever free. @ 06.08.2012

I am reminded of how my family has ever been touched by a warm and able hand, the laudable, and genuinely human profession of nursing @ 06.08.2012

Note: The preceding random musings are mine. ~tdv (@subconch) The @ symbols take you to the specific quotes on twitter if you care to RT, Favorite, or Reply.

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Miracle of Perfection is the Origin of Family

16 Monday Apr 2012

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Mysterious is the common blood from the disparate, the invisible bonds by this consequence, and despite the inevitable dilutions, the unyielding continuance of their assemblage.

Splendidly illogical as loving without condition of familiarity, being unified by departures, strengthened in fragility, and structured amidst turmoil, all in nature, save any forethought, and more, bearing identity no matter the name.

Magnificent the reciprocity as its parts shape the full of its character, which in turn, styles its components in part. It is a mutual defining interaction of infinite minutia of influence.

A miracle of perfection is the origin of family, a flawless conception that, though implemented by unwitting and defective humanity, maintains as an indispensible disarray of perfect existence and preservation.

~tdv

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Epithet for a Living Shell

10 Saturday Mar 2012

Posted by subconch in America, Family, Random

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If I be consumed by it, let it be so, elsewise be it so, in my absent shell, that my representative rememberers make full account to my love for my daughters and grand. Insist the by, these recallers in my stead, indeed recount my love for my wife, parents, siblings, and givers to my second, for tolerance, molding, identifying, and purity of souls, respectively.

Let these things be the definings of my existence, above all else, as all the elses were mere peripherals. Though my reminderers may summon  various wandering times, and general expressionlessness of the primary, let these distractions return again to firsts.

And on the second, my evokers should clarify with high substance, truth in my respect for liberty, gifted by God by will to all men, and mine undying love for this grand American experiment.

So the recollections be thus, lost in mine own remembrances, yet dutifully elicited by my reminiscers. Lest I forget, and overlook the being that was.

~tdv

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A Day of Days

02 Friday Mar 2012

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beauty, blessings, family, God, grace, gratitude, life, prosetry, remember

Tis a day of days, a life to a life, again, I see it five ago and almost sixteen. We, say mine and me, this day of days then and then, received of unimaginable grace, by the Almighty, by the souls of bereft saints, from hands of duty and knowledge, and from the goodness that is the nature of men.

So grand this day of days, those days of days, thens and thens, that ordinary and regular is most days ours granted.

Mine and me, blessed beyond knowing with our normals, this day of days among, recall our gratitudes to God, and to the beauty and skill within true human beings.

~tdv

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Daughters O’Mine

18 Saturday Feb 2012

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Just thinkin bout how lucky I am, having been blessed with the finest daughters a Dad could ask for. (They’re gonna read this and ask for somethin-I’m keepin my mouth shut:) Are they perfect? Duh. But I’ll take their flaws, over the good and bad combined of any kid on earth.

Can’t take the credit, especially with the oldest, but somehow my girls have managed to mold themselves into decent people, despite the Dad they got, and irregardless of the culture presented to them . Each girl is distinct and beautiful and original and naturally good.

Sometimes I wonder what all happened, I mean, it’s like I wake up and another chunk of life is gone, and there I meet a slightly new version of my girls, and it’s always an improvement, it’s ever an upgrade that I am proud to see. And to think of their humble beginnings, I am truly amazed at the character they’ve built for themselves to live on.

The eldest is one of the most dedicated people I’ve known in my life. Worked herself through college under truly trying conditions and environments and came out on the other end with a great career, a home of her own (no thanks to uncle sam’s nose-pokin), and she now has a beautiful new daughter of her own, who I pray I’ll have the privilege to spoil,… I mean,… know, even tho we are miles and hours apart. Beautiful, smart, creative, very funny, and a heart as big as a head, and her daughter, my new granddaughter, is fortunate to have my oldest daughter as a mother. Got it?

The middle one is the most wonderful instance of survival imaginable. I simply cannot look at her and doubt the providence of God. She took ill as a very little, little-bit, no way to overstate it, and has since faced down unbelievable trials and dangers (we love you M’s from IA in CO, and we love you ? in ?). Now, healthy and of course beautiful, her smile is magnetic and butters the soul, she is compassionate to a fault, and smart like her sissies. She’s not only a gift to me and Mom, but to the world, who is beginning to see. As Miss S. White draws the critters of the forest to her aura, so my daughter draws humanity to her heart.

And the younger, not at all least, daughter. I have to mention her beauty, as I don’t think I’ve mentioned how beautiful my daughters are, so there, I said it. Thinking of this daughter, my mind turns to her incredible patience and tolerance, her cool and dry humor and wit, her laid back walk thru life, and mostly, an originality that makes original wish it were different. (read that twice, didn’t ya)

All told, all the girls, what a wondrous set they are, I am so proud and rewarded to be called Dad, I love them dearly. They will all have a profound effect on earth while here, I know, because they already have.

~tdv

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