tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203229442011-04-21T20:01:52.019-05:00A view from the Upper Midwest.Boreal Paddlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03213499698384136280noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20322944.post-1146375314520285882006-04-30T00:33:00.000-05:002006-12-13T15:35:09.620-06:00

Short answer: We don't know. We took our daughter Boo Boo to a gymnastics class sponsored by the local Rec Department when she was 4. It was on Saturday mornings at the Middle School and was run primarily by high school gymnasts. A year or so later, we noticed a new Gym being built along the highway on our way to work. Little would we know how important this would become to our family. We signed

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Spring inhaled yesterdayAnd exhaled todayBut Winter’s not doneHis icy grip still holdsIn shadowy hollowsSnow still lingersIn places of doubtFrost-defiant WinterGives Spring the FingerStillMy shades are a signI’m inhaling, too

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Last night, we were at 5:00 Mass, and our Pastor, Father Rick, opened his homily by asking us all to close our eyes and imagine ourselves as children, entering a throne room, the room of the King, and God is there, waiting for us to crawl up into his lap, and opening his arms for us.Later in the evening, we were watching "Raiders of the Lost Ark" together. There is a scene where the Nazis open

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Mom gently sends me up to bedBackyard dinner party swingingWhite noise of adult voices risingWhile I awakely lieGlasses clinking, people drinkingA gentle camaraderieSifting through the troposphereI turn the dial, searchingWith each twist Magical wavesMy open soul begins to seeUnknown music, strange cultures—Signals from far awayI lie in ten-year old reverieAs the summer evening fades

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Every parent (I hope) looks for ways to encourage their children, steer them into activities that promote their growth as people, and give them a chance to have some fun. Kids have to have fun or they aren't kids, right? Chess has given us all of those things.I remember my father teaching me how to play chess at our dining room table. I guess I should say he taught me the basics. How the pieces

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"What is a slimy hog fest?"you ask. Well, I'll start with the beginning. I'm one of our brothers (second from the left). The others in order from left to right are Brian, Kevin, and Dan.) Amazingly enough, the four of us made it to adulthood, and we actually enjoy spending time with one another (all except Kevin, but we put up with him anyway). We all have an older sister, Ellen, but she is

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Alright. I made it. A place to let it all hang out. Thank you to my youngest brother Dan for inspiring me to take the plunge into blogland.In time, I'm sure themes will arise in my writings as life affects me, as I remember different things on different days, and take different breaths. For now, a little explanation of the name for my blog and my name. "Uplands" is the area of Wisconsin I hail

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