Heaven, I'm in heaven.........!
The first season of Northern Exposure, on dvd, went on sale yesterday. I bought my long awaited copy at Sam's Club for $33 and some change.
I have been a big fan of this show ever since the first episode I caught on rerun on the cable channel A+E. I've seen the show, episode one straight thru to the final episode, oh, maybe three or four times. Ever since A+E took it off the air I have been having Northern Exposure withdrawal and I have to tell you, it has not been pretty.
But all of that is now a thing of the past. I have been happily and contentedly watching and rewatching the
entire first series since I got home from Sam's Club yesterday. And it is great.
If you're a fan of the show you need to take your sweet self to the store and score a copy. It is worth every single penny.
Now I'm just awaiting the day when the rest of the show's series make it onto dvd.
Tawny
tawnyford@webtv.net
Monday, May 17, 2004
Someone asked me 'what do you mean if Dave and Diane lost their home, none of us are safe?'.
It's like this.
Dave and Diane are good people. Salt of the earth, if you will. Flannel shirts and blue jeans, go to work everyday, work hard. No drinking, no drugging, no hard and fast living. No living large going on next door. No big screen tv, no SUV, no jewelry.
If people who are doing the right thing on a daily basis, living life as best they can, if they can lose their home..........
Bud, that's Dave's father, remember? Bud built that house fifty-some years ago. He built it from odds and ends, wood and fixtures he'd scrimped and saved to buy. Bud and his missus, and Dave and his sister, they lived there. Then Bud bought a small piece of land at the end of our block and built himself another house, again out of building materials he'd foraged for. He and the missus moved down there, and they sold the old homestead to Dave and Diane. It's the only home Dave has ever known.
So it's like not bad enough that Dave and Diane lost their home to the bank, but a piece of their family history is now in the hands of strangers.
Don't the folks who report statistics always say that most of America is only one paycheck away from homelessness?
hugs, Tawny
It's like this.
Dave and Diane are good people. Salt of the earth, if you will. Flannel shirts and blue jeans, go to work everyday, work hard. No drinking, no drugging, no hard and fast living. No living large going on next door. No big screen tv, no SUV, no jewelry.
If people who are doing the right thing on a daily basis, living life as best they can, if they can lose their home..........
Bud, that's Dave's father, remember? Bud built that house fifty-some years ago. He built it from odds and ends, wood and fixtures he'd scrimped and saved to buy. Bud and his missus, and Dave and his sister, they lived there. Then Bud bought a small piece of land at the end of our block and built himself another house, again out of building materials he'd foraged for. He and the missus moved down there, and they sold the old homestead to Dave and Diane. It's the only home Dave has ever known.
So it's like not bad enough that Dave and Diane lost their home to the bank, but a piece of their family history is now in the hands of strangers.
Don't the folks who report statistics always say that most of America is only one paycheck away from homelessness?
hugs, Tawny
My long time next door neighbors, Dave and Diane, moved two weeks ago.
They had a 'for sale by owner' sign on their front lawn for quite a while. A week before they moved, Dave told me they'd sold their house and were signing the papers the following Monday. Monday came and went and the 'for sale' sign stayed on their lawn.
The day he was moving the final load of their belongings, I went next door to say my goodbyes. I wanted Dave and Diane to know that I had appreciated having them as neighbors all those years, tell them I would miss them, and wish them well.
Dave's father was helping him put the last load on the truck. When Dave walked away, his father told me that they hadn't sold the house, they'd lost it. The bank foreclosed on them.
A couple of years ago Dave had gotten hurt and was out of work for a very long time. Diane was working, but things were tight on the one check. Apparently they started falling behind then and were never able to catch up.
Bud, that's Dave's father, said he wished they had told him they were having money troubles. While he and his wife don't have a lot of extra money, they would have done whatever they could to have saved his son's home.
Their house is empty, the for sale sign is stuck in the lawn. I guess the bank hasn't found any one to sell it to yet.
Whatwith all of the jobs lost in the last three years, either because the companies moved them overseas or economic hardships forced them out of business, there are probably going to be more empty houses where families used to be.
The way I see it, if Dave and Diane could lose their home, none of us are safe.
hugs, Tawny
(248) 615-1300
www.tawnyford.com
They had a 'for sale by owner' sign on their front lawn for quite a while. A week before they moved, Dave told me they'd sold their house and were signing the papers the following Monday. Monday came and went and the 'for sale' sign stayed on their lawn.
The day he was moving the final load of their belongings, I went next door to say my goodbyes. I wanted Dave and Diane to know that I had appreciated having them as neighbors all those years, tell them I would miss them, and wish them well.
Dave's father was helping him put the last load on the truck. When Dave walked away, his father told me that they hadn't sold the house, they'd lost it. The bank foreclosed on them.
A couple of years ago Dave had gotten hurt and was out of work for a very long time. Diane was working, but things were tight on the one check. Apparently they started falling behind then and were never able to catch up.
Bud, that's Dave's father, said he wished they had told him they were having money troubles. While he and his wife don't have a lot of extra money, they would have done whatever they could to have saved his son's home.
Their house is empty, the for sale sign is stuck in the lawn. I guess the bank hasn't found any one to sell it to yet.
Whatwith all of the jobs lost in the last three years, either because the companies moved them overseas or economic hardships forced them out of business, there are probably going to be more empty houses where families used to be.
The way I see it, if Dave and Diane could lose their home, none of us are safe.
hugs, Tawny
(248) 615-1300
www.tawnyford.com
Monday, May 03, 2004
If you've checked out my website, www.tawnyford.com, particularly where I provide links to some of my favorite things, you'll have seen www.humankindness.org, the website for the Human Kindness Foundation. The foks who run HKF, Bo + Sita Lozoff, are two of the nicest people on the planet.
I've been in touch with them for probably 15 years through letters, their quarterly newsletters, and assorted books and tapes written by Bo. I was blessed to be able to meet Bo when he came through the metro Detroit area on a speaking engagement the summer of 2000.
If you haven't checked out their website yet, www.humankindness.org, please do. I think you will like what you see and read.
In their last newsletter they talked about a new cd that Bo had made, Whatever It Takes. I orderred it, got it yesterday afternoon and have been steady listening to it. The music is good, the lyrics are even better.
These days, in addition to all of the other many good works being done by the good folks at HKF, they are raising funds to open one of the first biodiesel refineries in the southeastern US. Biodiesel is fuel made from soybean oil or even restaurant waste vegetable oils, and can be used in all diesel engines--tractor trailers, school buses, fire engines, cars, farm equipment, etc.--without any modifications. Aside from drastically reducing pollution (biodiesel has NO sulfates, the leadng cause of acid rain), biodiesel can dispace some of the US's dependency on foreign oil and help to revive our ailing farms.
This project, once it's in operation, will have so very many social and environmental benefits.
I'm not trying to put the squeeze on you or anything (unless you like that sort of thing! smile), but if you like good music, want to help some fine folks out, and even get a income tax deduction, check out www.humankindness.org and buy one of the cd's. You won't be sorry. Honest.
hugs, Tawny
tawnyford@webtv.net
(248) 615-1300
ps Human Kindness Foundation
POBox 61619
Durham, North Carolina 27715
(919) 304-2220
www.humankndness.org
I've been in touch with them for probably 15 years through letters, their quarterly newsletters, and assorted books and tapes written by Bo. I was blessed to be able to meet Bo when he came through the metro Detroit area on a speaking engagement the summer of 2000.
If you haven't checked out their website yet, www.humankindness.org, please do. I think you will like what you see and read.
In their last newsletter they talked about a new cd that Bo had made, Whatever It Takes. I orderred it, got it yesterday afternoon and have been steady listening to it. The music is good, the lyrics are even better.
These days, in addition to all of the other many good works being done by the good folks at HKF, they are raising funds to open one of the first biodiesel refineries in the southeastern US. Biodiesel is fuel made from soybean oil or even restaurant waste vegetable oils, and can be used in all diesel engines--tractor trailers, school buses, fire engines, cars, farm equipment, etc.--without any modifications. Aside from drastically reducing pollution (biodiesel has NO sulfates, the leadng cause of acid rain), biodiesel can dispace some of the US's dependency on foreign oil and help to revive our ailing farms.
This project, once it's in operation, will have so very many social and environmental benefits.
I'm not trying to put the squeeze on you or anything (unless you like that sort of thing! smile), but if you like good music, want to help some fine folks out, and even get a income tax deduction, check out www.humankindness.org and buy one of the cd's. You won't be sorry. Honest.
hugs, Tawny
tawnyford@webtv.net
(248) 615-1300
ps Human Kindness Foundation
POBox 61619
Durham, North Carolina 27715
(919) 304-2220
www.humankndness.org
Saturday, May 01, 2004
I've been called out-of-town unexpectedly twice in the past month or so, both times for sad occasions.
The first time it was to attend the funeral of my Uncle Mack. Uncle Mack was murdered early one morning as he was leaving the house to go to work. He heard a commotion coming from his downstairs neighbors and went to see what was wrong. What he'd heard was the
wife screaming as her husband beat and stabbed her. Uncle Mack created a diversion, the woman and her daughter ran out of the house, flagged down a passing motorist and went to the hospital. The man, his attention now turned to Uncle Mack, picked up his gun and shot Uncle Mack right in the heart. The police said that Uncle Mack died instantly. The man then dragged Uncle Mack's body into the house and set the whole place on fire. Somehow (?) Uncle Mack managed to get out of the house and was found on the lawn, his hands burned as he tried to get his burning shirt off. Before it was all over, there was a police standoff, a policeman got shot in the face, the house burned to the ground and the man who murdered my Uncle Mack committed suicide.
Uncle Mack was 49. He was a tremendous fan of the Temptations. At his funeral, one of the songs we sang was "My Girl", with 'my Mack' inserted in place of 'my girl'. Uncle Mack would have loved it.
Uncle Mack had no biological children, but when he met Aunt Pearlie he helped to raise hers as if they were his own.
Uncle Mack was always helping people. He died the way he lived, saving a life.
Less than three weeks later I had to leave town again for another funeral. My Uncle Gunk died. Uncle Gunk was in his late sixties and had been ill with dialysis treatmnts and a host of other ailments for some years. He went into the hospital for a necessary operation with a 50-50 chance of recovery, came out of surgery okay, but then lapsed into a coma. He was on life support for a few days before he died. Uncle Gunk and Aunt Sylvia had been married for 46 years and have lots of children and even more grandchildren, even a great grandchild or two.
If I never knew it before I know it now, life is a very fragile thing. As quickly as we are born into this world, so quickly can we leave it. We need to make the most of our time here on earth. Don't forget to let those close to you know that you love them.
hugs, Tawny
The first time it was to attend the funeral of my Uncle Mack. Uncle Mack was murdered early one morning as he was leaving the house to go to work. He heard a commotion coming from his downstairs neighbors and went to see what was wrong. What he'd heard was the
wife screaming as her husband beat and stabbed her. Uncle Mack created a diversion, the woman and her daughter ran out of the house, flagged down a passing motorist and went to the hospital. The man, his attention now turned to Uncle Mack, picked up his gun and shot Uncle Mack right in the heart. The police said that Uncle Mack died instantly. The man then dragged Uncle Mack's body into the house and set the whole place on fire. Somehow (?) Uncle Mack managed to get out of the house and was found on the lawn, his hands burned as he tried to get his burning shirt off. Before it was all over, there was a police standoff, a policeman got shot in the face, the house burned to the ground and the man who murdered my Uncle Mack committed suicide.
Uncle Mack was 49. He was a tremendous fan of the Temptations. At his funeral, one of the songs we sang was "My Girl", with 'my Mack' inserted in place of 'my girl'. Uncle Mack would have loved it.
Uncle Mack had no biological children, but when he met Aunt Pearlie he helped to raise hers as if they were his own.
Uncle Mack was always helping people. He died the way he lived, saving a life.
Less than three weeks later I had to leave town again for another funeral. My Uncle Gunk died. Uncle Gunk was in his late sixties and had been ill with dialysis treatmnts and a host of other ailments for some years. He went into the hospital for a necessary operation with a 50-50 chance of recovery, came out of surgery okay, but then lapsed into a coma. He was on life support for a few days before he died. Uncle Gunk and Aunt Sylvia had been married for 46 years and have lots of children and even more grandchildren, even a great grandchild or two.
If I never knew it before I know it now, life is a very fragile thing. As quickly as we are born into this world, so quickly can we leave it. We need to make the most of our time here on earth. Don't forget to let those close to you know that you love them.
hugs, Tawny
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