Chuckie's World, another blog

This dancer, Anna from Russia, posed willing for an admiring crowed giving of form supreme. I have never seen a Prim ma Ballerina, and a younger man might have been quite smitten. In any other era, I would be considered ancient at age 58. I look with awe at younger people. My tapestry, my living past, recorded, the ancient legacy, individual, relinquished, as I move forward with less before me than is behind, and I look at youth as my ignorance, my lack of wisdom then but my wasted time, the knowledge that no man can condom an other's life.

Honesty relieves guilt wh ich in turn relieves psychosis, and that is the core of my past, the thought that I might get away with a theft, so stealing is wrong and I remember quarters in Tim's desk in college. Took them for laundry, and magically a few more appeared in my desk; it's been a long trek to reveal the right! Working in difficult jobs to prove I could earn my way. Giving grades to undeserving students, an this past year taking from my family, but these days I think of relief, Grace, the combination of knowing right from wrong an doing right. River, keep me walking for no person steps in the same stream twice. When I am given, to say Grace as the flower graces the day, as green supplants rock walls. Oh God, be thanked for this vision.

Pretty Anna, Ballerina from Russia, interesting that in my life there has been a USSR, and Russia. Anna spoke very good English, she spoke of the Nutcracker which will come to Sioux Falls. Young, she practices six days a week for five hours each day. To watch her dance gave me great joy, great beauty, and she seemed happy, she performed as lead for three of the dances in Tchaikovsky's gift to Children. She is wonderful, round in black, she is fully in her art, expectation of attentions, smiling and joyous, she is art.

Peace and slow days, desire, what happens, the week ago, end of a long day, this was spring, tulips blooming, notes proceeding, giving the air rich melodies, and little did we know that our marriage would still be lasting going on to 28 years, we are together making reason fly and not knowing the green and verdant September days, from March to September 12, the day after my birthday, 9-11-2001, mine being 9-11-1951, fifty years after my birth.

Truly. the bride enters the union with the most expectatioms. Pretty and expecting the best, from each afternoon , summer into fall, and not knowing the strife of daily giving, bonding. She said to me, "We'll meet in Mid-September, just as days grow shorter.

I photographed a wedding yesterday, the bride in a white dress, the groom very tall and handsom, the Pastor a large and bearded man who arrived in a black cowboy hat that matched a black Lutheran collor. Nine hundred and sixty photos will go to the gentle couple, and 8 CDs of photos. She is a scrapbooker and will easily make her own enlargements, and she will send photos to hundreds of family and friends. When Marjorie and I married, there were only 55 people, and I counted them. For Peg Bohman and William George, there were between 300 and 400 people at the American Leageon Hall for the Wedding Dance, and Marjorie and I, well she says that receptions and thereafter on that day are really the right of spring no matter when they happen. Peg and Bill had about 50 present at the church, and the brother-in-law took the church pictures. Peg will have so much to remember, her day.