........................SAM SETTLES DOWN FOR A LONG WINTER'S NAP..........................
Beautifully, peacefully
surrounded by friends, in the bed Dad made for him.
Sunday, November 30, 2003
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FRIEND OF THE WEEK: PATRICK RZEPSKI TAKES SAM TO LUNCH
Patrick, Mom's cousin (what's that make him vis a vis Sam? too complicated for me to figure out), took Sam to the Whitney to see Jay DeFeo's fairly spectacular painting, The Rose, "a massive painting of radiant impasto, built up layer after layer until it measured eleven by eight feet and weighed a full ton". No photo can do it justice, but imagine oil paint a foot thick, slowly sliding down the front of the canvas like a glacier.... It made Sam hungry. Patrick decided it was time to feed the boy:
First, Sam had to get the measure of the man.
Patrick was accepted. Up we go.
However, Patrick is horrified to think that Sam intended to eat without his shoes on.
"OK, already. I've got the bib on, give me some food.
That's it? This gooey stick of who knows what???
Actually, I confess that Patrick found a good bit more, and Sam was very content afterwards, happy and ready to see more pictures
First, for dessert:
a ride
on a Keith Haring rocking horse.
You won't find THAT at Toys R' Us!
FRIEND OF THE WEEK: PATRICK RZEPSKI TAKES SAM TO LUNCH
Patrick, Mom's cousin (what's that make him vis a vis Sam? too complicated for me to figure out), took Sam to the Whitney to see Jay DeFeo's fairly spectacular painting, The Rose, "a massive painting of radiant impasto, built up layer after layer until it measured eleven by eight feet and weighed a full ton". No photo can do it justice, but imagine oil paint a foot thick, slowly sliding down the front of the canvas like a glacier.... It made Sam hungry. Patrick decided it was time to feed the boy:
First, Sam had to get the measure of the man.
Patrick was accepted. Up we go.
However, Patrick is horrified to think that Sam intended to eat without his shoes on.
"OK, already. I've got the bib on, give me some food.
That's it? This gooey stick of who knows what???
Actually, I confess that Patrick found a good bit more, and Sam was very content afterwards, happy and ready to see more pictures
First, for dessert:
a ride
on a Keith Haring rocking horse.
You won't find THAT at Toys R' Us!
Monday, November 24, 2003
....
AN AUTUMN WALK AND A SAD GOODBYE...
Walking with Sam on a beautiful late Autumn day in New York, with Sam excited by every leaf and proudly showing off his brilliant teeth, Mom and Uncle John took their beloved dog Watson on a final trip through the park. Watson was 18 years old, and starting to fade. It was time. So Sonja and John reminisced about the 14 years they spent growing up with Watson, a dog rescued (actually, stolen) from a horrendously abusive home, named Watson (even though the dog was a 'she') because 7 year old John loved Sherlock Holmes. Watson was a good companion to John (even despite the many times John had to chase after her when she would charge out of her country home and tear up the rural streets and paths...), Saying goodbye was not easy. Especially when, even at the end, Watson got so much pleasure from being out in the world, exploring.
She will be missed.
Au Revoir.
AN AUTUMN WALK AND A SAD GOODBYE...
Walking with Sam on a beautiful late Autumn day in New York, with Sam excited by every leaf and proudly showing off his brilliant teeth, Mom and Uncle John took their beloved dog Watson on a final trip through the park. Watson was 18 years old, and starting to fade. It was time. So Sonja and John reminisced about the 14 years they spent growing up with Watson, a dog rescued (actually, stolen) from a horrendously abusive home, named Watson (even though the dog was a 'she') because 7 year old John loved Sherlock Holmes. Watson was a good companion to John (even despite the many times John had to chase after her when she would charge out of her country home and tear up the rural streets and paths...), Saying goodbye was not easy. Especially when, even at the end, Watson got so much pleasure from being out in the world, exploring.
She will be missed.
Au Revoir.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
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And Sam hasn't forgotten his Aunt Deborah either.....
....with remnants of his bean dinner still on his face.
And he loved Sonja's birthday flowers. Sonja was particularly impressed with Sam's understanding of their fragility, and his gentle one-finger touch. I like this
picture as well.
And Sam hasn't forgotten his Aunt Deborah either.....
....with remnants of his bean dinner still on his face.
And he loved Sonja's birthday flowers. Sonja was particularly impressed with Sam's understanding of their fragility, and his gentle one-finger touch. I like this
picture as well.
Monday, November 03, 2003
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SAM AND HIS FIRST NEW YORK CITY MARATHON
Sam and the rest of his NYC family came out to cheer Grandpa in his first New York City marathon. Sam greeted me at Mile 18, with 8 left to go. It's hard to adequately describe something like this. I have never participated in anything quite like it. 34,000 of us, 2 million spectators, beautiful weather.... Of course by mile 18 I was a bit tired and hungry. Luckily Sam knew this and gave me a part of his banana, as well as some much-appreciated pretzels. Then while I hobbled through those last miles, Sam and the family rested.
Waiting at the end, Sam's dad was swept up in the excitement of the day. Thankfully, for me, my first marathon in 20 years came to an end, and I got a wonderful hug. from Sam's grandma.
Then we all went for the celebration dinner. Desiree, wise Ben, and John, as well as me and the other old folk found a place that served delicious sirloin steak on a bed of arugala. As usual, Sam is the heart.
Then it was waiting on the sidewalk for the car, with Sam playing with his mom's hair, and with my finisher's medal.
A NEW FEATURE OF THE YOUNG SAMWISE BLOG: FRIEND OF THE WEEK!!!
THIS WEEK.......
******************** Shelly and Sam***********************
AN AFTERNOON IN BRYANT PARK
On a nice Halloween Friday afternoon, Sam stopped in Bryant Park with mom. We didn't get a picture, stupidly, of his Beckham uniform, his Halloween costume, but I did get a quick one of his Beckham hair. I was probably so mesmerized by his expressions that I forgot everything else. Here he is ready to attack....
Who me?
Just kidding.
Grandma joined us as well, and we hopped on a crosstown bus, where Sam caught us.... uhhh... sharing a brief intimate moment.
SAM AND HIS FIRST NEW YORK CITY MARATHON
Sam and the rest of his NYC family came out to cheer Grandpa in his first New York City marathon. Sam greeted me at Mile 18, with 8 left to go. It's hard to adequately describe something like this. I have never participated in anything quite like it. 34,000 of us, 2 million spectators, beautiful weather.... Of course by mile 18 I was a bit tired and hungry. Luckily Sam knew this and gave me a part of his banana, as well as some much-appreciated pretzels. Then while I hobbled through those last miles, Sam and the family rested.
Waiting at the end, Sam's dad was swept up in the excitement of the day. Thankfully, for me, my first marathon in 20 years came to an end, and I got a wonderful hug. from Sam's grandma.
Then we all went for the celebration dinner. Desiree, wise Ben, and John, as well as me and the other old folk found a place that served delicious sirloin steak on a bed of arugala. As usual, Sam is the heart.
Then it was waiting on the sidewalk for the car, with Sam playing with his mom's hair, and with my finisher's medal.
A NEW FEATURE OF THE YOUNG SAMWISE BLOG: FRIEND OF THE WEEK!!!
THIS WEEK.......
******************** Shelly and Sam***********************
AN AFTERNOON IN BRYANT PARK
On a nice Halloween Friday afternoon, Sam stopped in Bryant Park with mom. We didn't get a picture, stupidly, of his Beckham uniform, his Halloween costume, but I did get a quick one of his Beckham hair. I was probably so mesmerized by his expressions that I forgot everything else. Here he is ready to attack....
Who me?
Just kidding.
Grandma joined us as well, and we hopped on a crosstown bus, where Sam caught us.... uhhh... sharing a brief intimate moment.
