The Hobbit Hole VI - And Whither Then? I Cannot Say...

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Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!

And Whither Then? I Cannot Say...

• First thread: New Zealander builds Hobbit hole
• Second thread: The New Hobbit Hole
• Third thread: The Hobbit Hole III - Journey to the Cross-roads! (Congratulations, we filled it up!)
• Fourth Thread: The Hobbit Hole IV - The Road Goes Ever On...
• Fifth Thread: The Hobbit Hole V - Where Many Paths and Errands Meet...

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

[Overtaxed]

Steenkin' varmint!

[2Jedismom]

I HATE canned peas!

My mom wouldn't let me down from the table till I ate my helpin' of canned peas. Now what kind of nonsense is that? I HATED them! Would I make you eat something you hated? It was a power trip thing.

I usually would just sit there and cry.

Then I figured it out. I asked "Can I be excused?" "When you eat your peas." she'd reply. I'd stuff the entire helping in my mouth and then dash outside, spit them out behind a shrub. Or I'd say..."I gotta go to the bathroom." Stuff them in, spit them out in the toilet.

It was ridiculous. I don't do that to my kids. Gee, I spend 29 cents for a can of peas...they eat plenty of everything else I could care less if they don't eat the peas. I'm not forcing them to eat.

My mom has tried with Matthew...tried to make him eat spaghetti with onions chopped up in it and I gave her my "look" and said "Stop it." She was kinda mad...but she stopped.

I don't serve things that anyone in my family (Steve or the boys) finds revolting. It's easy to find things that we all like.

Funny though...I used to say "I'll never have a pea in my house!" Wouldn't ya know it...Joshua loves them.

[My back yard]

Please add my mom to your prayers today. she is having her surgery some time this morning, noon likely. She opted for the single mastectomy and no radiation or chemo afterwards, unless they find it has spread to her lymph nodes. They won't know that until they do the surgery.

Really weird -- this morning I recieved an email from a friend I very rarely hear from, and who doesn't even know about my mom's surgery. Weird too that my mom gave me a music box that played 'I will always love you', when I was about 10. I loved it very much. I don't know what happened to it, but 3 Christmases ago she replaced it with another one that played the same song. Anyway, here's the email.. please read especially the stuff at the end, about the stamps. (I don't have the time for the formatting fix.)

Subject: Breast Cancer Stamp Booklet

>Please read the following story and follow the
>instructions at the end! Thanks.
>
>Like most elementary schools, it was typical to have a
>parade of students
>in and out of the health clinic throughout the day. We
>dispensed ice for
>bumps and bruises, Band-Aids for cuts, and liberal
>doses of sympathy and hugs.
>As principal, my office was right next door to the
>clinic, so I often dropped
>in to lend a hand and help out with the hugs. I knew
>that for some kids,
>mine might be the only one they got all day.
>
>One morning I was putting a Band-Aid on a little
>girl's scraped knee. Her
>blonde hair was matted, and I noticed that she was
>shivering in her thin
>sleeveless blouse. I found her a warm sweatshirt and
>helped her pull it
>on.. "Thanks for taking care of me," she whispered as
>she climbed into my lap
>and snuggled up against me.
>
>It wasn't long after that when I ran across an
>unfamiliar lump under my
>arm. Cancer, an aggressively spreading kind, had
>already invaded thirteen
>of my lymph nodes. I pondered whether or not to tell
>the students about my
>diagnosis. The word breast seemed so hard to say out
>loud to them, and the
>word cancer seemed so frightening. When it became
>evident that the children
>were going to find out one way or another, either the
>straight scoop from me
>or possibly a garbled version from someone else, I
>decided to tell them
>myself. It wasn't easy to get the words out, but the
>empathy and concern I
>saw in their faces as I explained it to them told me I
>had made the right
>decision. When I gave them a chance to ask questions,
>they mostly wanted to
>know how they could help. I told them that what I
>would like best would be
>their letters, pictures and prayers. I stood by the
>gym door as the children
>solemnly filed out. My little blonde friend darted out
>of line and threw
>herself into my arms. Then she stepped back to look up
>into my face.
>"Don't be afraid, Dr. Perry," she said earnestly, "I
>know you'll be back
>because now it's our turn to take care of you."
>
>No one could have ever done a better job. The kids
>sent me off to my first
>chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea
>remedies that they
>had written. A video of every class in the school
>singing get-well songs
>accompanied me to the next chemotherapy appointment.
>By the third visit,
>the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what I
>would bring next. It
>was a delicate music box that played "I Will Always
>Love You."
>
>Even when I went into isolation at the hospital for a
>bone marrow
>transplant, the letters and pictures kept coming until
>they covered every
>wall of my room. Then the kids traced their hands onto
>colored paper, cut
>them out and glued them together to make a
>freestanding rainbow of
>helping hands. "I feel like I've stepped into
>Disneyland every time I walk
>into this room," my doctor laughed. That was even
>before the six-foot
>apple blossom tree arrived adorned with messages
>written on paper
>apples from the students and teachers. What healing
>comfort I found
>in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.
>
>At long last I was well enough to return to work. As I
>headed up the road
>to the school, I was suddenly overcome by doubts. What
>if the kids have
>forgotten all about me? I wondered, What if they don't
>want a skinny bald
>principal? What if . . . I caught sight of the school
>marquee as I rounded
>the bend. "Welcome Back, Dr. Perry," it read. As I
>drew closer, everywhere
>I looked were pink ribbons - ribbons in the windows,
>tied on the doorknobs,
>even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink
>ribbons, too.
>My blonde buddy was first in line to greet me. "You're
>back, Dr. Perry,
>you're back!" she called. "See, I told you we'd take
>care of you! As I
>hugged her tight, in the back of my mind I faintly
>heard my music box
>playing . "I will always love you."
>
>Subject: Breast Cancer Stamp Booklet
>We need those of you who are great at forwarding on
>information with your
>e-mail network. Please read and pass this on. It would
>be wonderful if 2004
>were the year a cure for breast cancer was found!!!!
>This is one email you
>should be glad to pass on. The notion that we could
>raise $35 million by
>buying a book of stamps is powerful! As you may be
>aware, the US Postal
>Service recently released its new "Fund the Cure"
>stamp to help fund breast
>cancer research. The stamp was designed by Ethel
>Kessler of Bethesda,
>Maryland. It is important that we take a stand against
>this disease that
>affects so many of our Mothers, Sisters and Friends.
>
>Instead of the normal 37 cents for a stamp, this one
>costs 40 cents. The
>additional 3 cents will go to breast cancer research.
>A "normal" book costs
>$7.40. This one is only $8.00. It takes a few minutes
>in line at the Post
>Office and means so much. If all stamps are sold, it
>will raise an additional
>$35,000,000 for this vital research. Just as important
>as the money is our
>support. What a statement it would make if the stamp
>outsold the lottery
>this week. What a statement it would make that we
>care.
>
>I urge you to do two things TODAY:
>1. Go out and purchase some of these stamps.
>2. E-mail your friends to do the same.
>
>Many of us know women and their families whose lives
>are turned
>upside-down by breast cancer. It takes so little to do
>so much in this
>drive. We can all afford the $0.60

[Professional Engineer]

I 'spose you don't like brussel sprouts either?

[Corin Stormhands]

Prayers for your Mom MBY. And prayers for you for strength and that you might be a comfort to her.

[Overtaxed]

Frozen peas are better.

Heheh...that's my problem with vegetables now. We had basically a "truck farm" when I was growing up. Shoot...the NC Dept of Agriculture had our 1 acre lot (with a big garden) classified as a farm fercryinoutloud! We had lots of fresh vegetables and canned or froze what we couldn't eat right away.

Now when I go shopping and look at some of the stuff in the produce department I don't see a thing I'd have! :)

[My back yard]

I left you off the list, inadvertantly.

[Overtaxed]

Naw....I like Brussel sprouts.

[My back yard]

you too. Sorry, but please read the post above.

[My back yard]

I loooove brussel sprouts.

[RosieCotton]

I don't mind fresh or frozen ones, so long as they are served with plenty o' butter! But the canned ones...I've never so much as looked at a can at the store since I've been on my own, and I've certainly never bought 'em!

My parents never forced me to eat anything. But I can remember trying to eat the things, with the thought that I might learn to like 'em. Makes me gag just thinking about it. Very few things can literally make me gag, but those are one of 'em!

[My back yard]

Thank you very much.

[2Jedismom]

I'll sure keep her in my prayers, sis...sounds like she has made an educated decision...good for her.

Keep us posted.

[RosieCotton]

Will be praying for her, MBY.

[2Jedismom]

See, that's what Matthew does, bless him! Without any brute force, he TRIES to eat the things I make, even when I am pretty sure he won't be able to! He puts a spoonful of say, mashed potatoes, in his mouth and before he can even taste it, he's retching all over the place.

I just make it, put it on his plate, (granted, not usually very much...just a spoonful) and then toss it in the trash when he's done.

[Professional Engineer]

I loooove brussel sprouts.

Me too. They were introduced to me as "little cabbages" when I was 5 or 6. I've loved them ever since.

[2Jedismom]

I love 'em too! With a cheese sauce.

[RosieCotton]

Beat me to it! Yeah...little cabbages.

And broccoli was little trees.

[RosieCotton]

I'm getting hungry...wonder why?

[My back yard]

Thanks for the prayers. She was so delighted to hear that I was asking for prayers for her all over places like this. It really made her smile. I can't be there in SA today, and wish I could. My whole large catholic family is there with her though, including all my aunts and cousins too. lol It is probably like a zoo right about now.