Jan 3, 2008
Hi Mom and Dad,
Here is the first poem I ever wrote.
Wrote it when I was in the middle of the CAMH fiasco.
How are things in sunny Barbados? It is minus 17 here in Toronto but sunny. We had a fabulous New Years though it ended up just being the three of us. This weekend is going to be exciting also. We are going to meet Al's uncle who has a television ministry and is going to help us with our web site, give us pointers and introduce us to people. He is also on a mission. He is introducing us to another minister and his family who also are performers. Quite famous. There is a Christmas play that is suppose to be fabulous at their church. It ties into Art!!! Things are going to be moving quickly now so we are getting everything organized. I have been feeling very artistic lately!!
Haven't heard anything from the girls regarding getting together. Didn't even know that Carol and Jim were in Florida.
I do not know what has happened? We were so close before. Anyway I did hear from Louise.
I am looking forward to this weekend. Time for cheer not fear.
Hope to hear from you guys soon.
Miss ya,
love
Lesa, Al and T2
Hi Lesa
I couldn't get your poem do you think you can send it another way?
Have you got the money situation sorted out? How did Diane give you the money?
Let me know how your weekend goes.
Love Mom
Hi Mom and Dad,
As soon as we get the office reorganized I will resend you the poem. Right now we have gone through nearly every room in the house and rearranged it from top to bottom. I am now so organized you wouldn't recognize me. Wait till you see the joint ... we are planning on doing some before (already have) and after pictures. Incredible what you can do with what you already have. P.S. your investment is doing very well it's gone up 7% in the last month and looks like will go even further.
Lots of projects on the go. Lots of business ideas too ... I will let you know as they happen.
Today we are going to Al's parents and meeting Denis' new girlfriend. We are bringing some trout. One of our tenants works at a seafood warehouse and we can get fresh seafood of any kind at any time. Bought at least 15 lbs 1/2 salmon half trout for $20. Actually he didn't want anything! Another one of our tenants, a physiologist, Carol has so many schyronicities with me. She lived in Montreal when I did and also is from New Brunswick. Knows people from Cambellton. Does Dad know the Vics?
Wait till you see the pictures of Tee. We will send also. He has new shoes too! Lots of interesting stuff with T2. Will keep you in suspense. Had to get him shoes cause BooBoo (another nick name) got a booboo. Stepped on a piece of glass and the salt really bothers dogs feet. He is quite the conversation piece all dressed up. Tee is stopping traffic.
Well as you can tell we are busy and very happy. Hope you are too. Let us know what is new out there. Promise to send you some of the latest pictures very soon.
Lesa, Al and T2
xoxoxoxo
Give my regards to everyone. Tell Blanche I enjoy her emails.
Hi Lesa Al and T2
Thanks for the e-mail. It always makes me happy when things are going good for you. It sure sounds like you are busy busy busy!
We are fine- things are slowly going back to normal.
I miss not having Judy here this year.
Blanche still has a sore foot so she isn't able to walk much.
We found a really nice little restaurant called Shakers the best shrimp I have had in a long time.
Today is a beautiful day sunny and breezy! Wish you were here.
I can't believe you are organized that’s great. I have feeling Al has a lot to do with that!
Take care
Love Mom and Dad
Subject: Fw: God lives under the bed
I think this is perhaps one of the BEST email "forwards" I have ever read. I hope you will enjoy it half as much as I have!! Don't start reading. This one until you've got more than 3 or 4 minutes to
Just "scan" Over it. It deserves some time for reflection.
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, "Are You there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the Bed..."
I Giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives Are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in. He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labour. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in Which he is an adult.
He Reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous Life? Up Before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favourite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, a ND later to bed.
The Only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied. He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He Wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before Dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for His next day's laundry chores.
And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside.
"That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands. His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday Nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field Trips. He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His Life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in It. He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He Is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure. He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a Child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way. That is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In My moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the Security Kevin has in his simple Faith. It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care.
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God. And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all! When you receive this, say a prayer. That's all you have to do.
There is nothing attached. This is powerful.
FRIENDS ARE ANGELS WHO LIFT US TO OUR FEET WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO FLY
theuniverse@tut.com
When you understand, Lesa, that your disappointment in another's behaviour or choices always stems from their immaturity, or yours, rather than their unkindness, or yours, it becomes much harder not to keep skipping through life, giddy with joy, smelling the flowers.
Moreover, when you understand that with enough maturity on your end you can always find peace in all of your relationships, it becomes much harder not to run down the street kissing everyone you meet on both cheeks.
Kiss, kiss -
The Universe
Hi Lesa
I am writing this on Blanche's outlook express because we couldn't get hotmail.
Teepoo is the best dog ever and we thank him for the birthday wishes.
The Scrap Shack looks great! Does this mean you are in the scrap book business? Ya Hoo!
Did Al go back to court? If so how did it go?
Summer Solstice is a beautiful poem!
Take care of yourself and a big hug for T2 and one for you and Al
Lots of love Mom and Dad
Hi Lesa
Did you get my e-mail that I sent Telling you How much we loved the Album?
Let me know how you are.
Love Mom
Hi Mom,
Yes T was glad you loved it. We've been working hard in the scrap shack. Of course we are in the scrapbooking business. It's going to be a big part of the website. p.s... How did your scrapbook turn out for Eve?
Al and I are taking some web design courses. Decided to take them from home. Makes things a lot easier and we can get to work right away on the web site. We're also doing a free on line course for photography to learn the technical parts of our camera. It's a lot of fun.
Love the pictures Blanche has been sending. Looks like you guys are having lots of fun too!
P.s. T wants to know something about a ticket?????
Don't worry about a thing ... us guys know what are mission is.
Love to all
Lesa, Al and T2
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