Simply Balisha: email hacked

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Email Hacked

I don't know why someone would do this, but my email was hacked. To those of you who email me...everything is OK this morning......so send those emails please.

We spent the evening at the bedside of Joe's aunt. She was 91 and going strong until she fell and hit her head a little while ago. She had brain surgery and never really recovered from that. She died early this morning. At the age of 91.....she had a good long life and wouldn't have wanted to be incapacitated in any way.

She was the first to accept me, when Joe and I got married. I received a beautiful card to MY NIECE. I can't tell you how that made me feel. As I told my kids this morning....she was a sweetheart and will be missed.

We had made plans to go to Joe's high school 60th reunion this afternoon. We decided to go ahead and keep our plans. Life does go on.... even though thoughts of her will be in the back of our minds today.

Balisha

Winter Time

Robert Louis Stevenson (from A Child’s Garden of Verses, Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake.