This year we celebrate Thanksgiving with our daughter Aria and our son in law Daniele and our three grandchildren Sofia, Rocco and Michael.
This year we celebrate Thanksgiving with our daughter Aria and our son in law Daniele and our three grandchildren Sofia, Rocco and Michael.
"Someone asked me, "Aren't you worried about the state of the world?" I allowed myself to breathe and then I said ," What is most important is not to allow your anxiety about what happens in the world to fill your heart. If your heart is filled with anxiety, you will get sick, and you will not be able to help."
- Thich Nhat Hanh
Going for a solo hike to the very top of the mountain (the escarpment behind our house) to an elevation of 1200 feet. And what did I find? A sign with a much needed message for our times. And an orange monarch butterfly followed me for most of the hike. Grandma Ruth said everything is going to be okay.
Sofia's school writing program throughout the year will be where every teacher selects one student in from their class to read aloud his/her paper (final piece) in front of the grade level, as well as any family members the student chooses to invite. Sofia's teacher wrote: " The student is selected based on their ability to work through the writing process independently and who craft a piece that supports the prompt for the unit. Our prompt was to write a personal narrative. I have selected Sofia to be our Writing Celebration reader- I am so proud of her and the narrative she has created! I know she was very intentional with her time working on this piece."
"Personal Narrative"
Meeting Angie
It was a late Saturday when my mom said we were going to the animal foster center. After a 30 minute drive, we parked. Me and my little brother hopped out with the wind blowing through our hair.
Then we spotted a little playpen, so we slowly and cautiously walked
toward it. Then we saw it was our new foster puppy! Angie was three months old and didn't have a lot of fur yet. She was small and had very sharp teeth. She was teething and biting my finger. It only hurt a little bit. She had really big eyes that made her really cute, but she looked nervous and unsure. And as my mom talked with the worker, we got to play with her. On the way home at the very end of the ride, she vomited! I was in shock and I felt bad for her. But we got it cleaned up. Finally we got to go home with her. Then we got to show her my house. Angie slowly walked in and sniffed around the house. But before we knew it she messed up the house! She scratched up the wood table and bit a bunch of me and my brother's stuff, leaving teeth marks everywhere. But with those cute glowing eyes, she would have gotten away with anything. I loved playing tug-of-war with her with my blanket. Besides, she was not that bad at tugging.
That night another dog, George the French bulldog, came over and it was like watching Wrestling! They were tackling and blocking each other. Angie would be on one side of the table and George on the other. They were barking and running in circles. I had fun watching them.
The next morning was her last day. I was so sad, but I knew it was for the best. She had already found a family in New York just like my other foster puppy, Beans. So once we finished packing her things, we went to the shelter. Finally, I said my last goodbye and gave her to the worker. And from that day on, nothing was the same. But whenever I think of her I feel more than happy for her.
" Dear God, grant us the courage to breathe deeply
and live fully, embracing each moment with gratitude,
compassion, and a spirit of unity that lifts us all.
Amen"
My Italian language classmates met on November 5th to celebrate our friend Marion's birthday. (November 14th is her actual birthday) but we needed to get together earlier. We had a nice lunch at Kabuki Japanese restaurant. It's one of Marion's favorites and then we went to her house after for coffee and fruit tart. Happy Birthday Marion!
"Do not be daunted
by the enormity
of the world's grief.
Do justly, now.
Love mercy, now,
You are not obligated
to complete the work
but neither are you free
to abandon it." -the Talmud
"In a cozy living room, two friends bonded by their love for reality TV, prepared for their favorite night of the week, "The Bachelorette" viewing party. The clink of champagne flutes and the fizz of gin and tonics set the mood, while an array of delicious hors d'oeuvres and a decadent chocolate cake awaited their indulgence. As the drama unfolded on screen, the friends exchanged knowing glances, offering commentary more entertaining than the show's contestants. They laughed, they gasped, and as the final rose ceremony approached, they leaned in, ready toast to another night of friendship, fun, and unforgettable TV moments. And in that cozy corner of the world, their own story was the real showstopper. "
On Sunday November 3rd we took a walk to Marine Stadium: A beautiful day. The water sparkled. Peaceful Sunday walk. This big turquoise and white boat reminded me of our old 1955 Chevrolet Bel Air. I really loved that car. That was maybe my dad’s first new car. It felt really special.
This picture of my dad popped up on my phone with this caption to reimagine my photo with a creative backdrop. If you knew my dad this would make you laugh. He was a quiet, reserved man that would happily sit and watch people at a party rather than be the center of attention. Sparkly Disco backgrounds were not my dad’s thing. In his later years he got into acting bit parts in movies by accident . Again highly unlikely given his quiet demeanor. This somehow made him very attractive to casting personnel. Without trying in a lineup he would easily snag a good role. He was on shows like Moonlighting, Cagney and Lacey, General Hospital. One time he was supposed to say a line when this guy runs in and interrupts a card game. The guy runs in and my dad misses his cue. The director yells cut and says Bill you didn’t say your line when the guy came in. What happened? My dad said “I didn’t want to stop , I have great cards and my hand was too good!” My sweet dad I miss you.
Under this post on facebook the comments:
Andy Kudo: Awww. Mr. Yamadera. I remember him well. Mrs too.Your mother was always so happy and so funny. She was a thrill to be around.
Jocelyn: I love this picture of Dad. I believe he had that good poker hand in a film called “The Two Jakes”, which was a sequel to “Chinatown” with Jack Nicholson.
Nancy: But I also remember uncle Bill as one uncle who would always draw us out onto the dance floor at any big party. He would catch your eye and point his finger and motion out to dance!! Never said a word but he always got a dance partner!! Love uncle Bill!!
Me: Nancy, yes i think he needed a couple of drinks then all bets were off!
Karen: Nancy, he was the strong, silent type. This made me laugh as I could imagine him doing that!
I sent my daughter this:
"SURROUND YOURSELF
WITH PEOPLE WHO:
EMPOWER YOU
BELIEVE IN YOU
SUPPORT YOU
UPLIFT YOU
MOTIVATE YOU
APPRECIATE YOU"
She sent me this:
Well yes, but also look around at those disenfranchised communities that don’t have the resources to motivate or empower anyone as they struggle to make ends meet. Part of the reason so many elite liberals were blindsided by the election results is because they are themselves narcissistic isolationists, so we only have a leg up on Trump if we look carefully at his supporters and understand that the majority of them are just misguided and under-served by our current political system.
If we only cling to like-minded people we won’t ever have a chance at real dialogue and change so part of the hard work ahead is to be willing to get out of our comfort zones and resist the urge to block out the voices we don’t want to hear. ❤️🩹