1.22.2009

what we do verses what we need

People know where to mine silver and how to refine gold. They know where to dig iron from the earth and how to smelt copper from rock. They know how to shine light in the darkness and explore the farthest regions of the earth as they search in the dark for ore. They sink a mine shaft into the earth far from where anyone lives. They descend on ropes, swinging back and forth.

Food is grown on the earth above, but down below, the earth is melted as by fire. Here the rocks contain precious lapis lazuli, and the dust contains gold. These are treasures no bird of prey can see, no falcon’s eye observe. No wild animal has walked upon these treasures; no lion has ever set his paw there. People know how to tear apart flinty rocks and overturn the roots of mountains. They cut tunnels in the rocks and uncover precious stones. They dam up the trickling streams and bring to light the hidden treasures.

But do people know where to find wisdom? Where can they find understanding? No one knows where to find it, for it is not found among the living. ‘It is not here,’ says the ocean. ‘Nor is it here,’ says the sea. It cannot be bought with gold. It cannot be purchased with silver. It’s worth more than all the gold of Ophir, greater than precious onyx or lapis lazuli. Wisdom is more valuable than gold and crystal. It cannot be purchased with jewels mounted in fine gold. Coral and jasper are worthless in trying to get it. The price of wisdom is far above rubies. Precious peridot from Ethiopia cannot be exchanged for it. It’s worth more than the purest gold.

But do people know where to find wisdom? Where can they find understanding? It is hidden from the eyes of all humanity. Even the sharp-eyed birds in the sky cannot discover it. Destruction and Death say, ‘We’ve heard only rumors of where wisdom can be found.

God alone understands the way to wisdom; he knows where it can be found, for he looks throughout the whole earth and sees everything under the heavens. He decided how hard the winds should blow and how much rain should fall. He made the laws for the rain and laid out a path for the lightning. Then he saw wisdom and evaluated it. He set it in place and examined it thoroughly. And this is what he says to all humanity:


'The fear of the Lord is true wisdom;

to forsake evil is real understanding.’

1.18.2009

Today, I pulled my Macaroni out


Screaming upstairs
Emily tearing into my presence, crying
sobs of "Garrett is...."
run up the stairs
Garrett holding his jaw crying

I look around, trying to find Eliza, expecting to accuse her of some heinous crime
She replies: "Garrett pulled his macaroni out"
and he confirms: "Yeah! I pull my mac-roni ou."

I take his hand back off of his face, and sure enough, the drain coming out of his jaw from last week's surgery is no longer stitched into Dudley's (British Garrett) jaw.

No sympathy in the Bowling house for things you do to yourself. We just don't have enough margin for it.

1.05.2009

i really must learn to be more cautious in my agreements

sunday:
Dok-tor ??
Daddy Dok-tor ?!?!

monday:
early wakeup
no breakfast
sit in traffic
listen to talk radio
have ~74 ladies come in and poke me and think that using a sweet voice is going to sway my heart (well, it worked a bit)
another swig of the HAPPY JUICE !!
30 minutes of waiting, where I turn 1st into a happy drunk, then into a slobbering drunk, falling all over Daddy and mumbling "I love you, man"
then off with a stranger who kept telling me "It's going to be just fine", EXCEPT that it is NOT FINE !!!
i wake up
with strangers
another hole in my head
with a straw sticking out of my jaw-bone
and no Eliza
... "I WANT MOMMY!"
daddy showed up a bit later, which was acceptable (not ideal, but acceptable), and i fell asleep

--- 4 hour interlude, with a move to my old stomping ground, the one-hundred wing ---

some infectious dok-tor pokes me in the head until i finally wake up
small moans
larger complaining mumbles
tears uncontrollable
"I need to go Potty!!!"

(32 oz. lighter) Daddy and I give thanks before I partook in a feast of applesauce, refried beans and grilled cheese sandwich. topped off with a gatorade thirst aid.

(30 min. later) I return thanks all over my covers. "I Spilled!" Back to where I started earlierL hungry.

catch the first half of Star Wars: Return of the Jedi with dad,
slip off to sleep

--- 8 hour interlude, with me peeing all over the bed twice; you might as well skip the pull-ups ---

wake up at 4 am
tired of sleeping
having been asleep 27 of the previous 32 hours

infectious disease dok-tor decides i've got to stay another day
(you really should get travel insurance, to take care of these unplanned vacations)
play
watch TV
pee
play
pee
eat
pee ("I poop Daddy")

watch TV
pee
play
pee ("I poop Daddy")

Mom comes by for a few hours.
I give her a hard time because she isn't as cool as Dad
She responds by making me go to bed

1.01.2009

Year in Review - 2008

January: Hanging out in the crib.

February: I take a nap in the back of the van, no seatbelts in sight, and then get dumped in the lap of two whities. Sorry, that is insensitive. Strike that last comment. Then, off for a two-week jaunt through the motherland, constantly cold (I only had 3 layers on instead of the time-honored tradition of 4). Mostly good, except for a tomato incidence (don't ask).

March: First Day of the Rest of My Life
Arrive in another orphanage after a long flight with lots of sleep. 3 other kids, all girls. one keeps hugging me, the other doesn't notice me, and the 3rd pushes me around. I meet some older folks, who keep hugging me.

April-May: Get my bearings, meet more older folks, and try and avoid frustrating my parents, which is harder than it seems. Spend a lot of time getting sent to my room and standing against the wall until I stop crying. I don't remember why I was crying, but it seemed a recurring theme. First trip to the beach, which was a great experience. I got a tan, played in a cold hot tub, and sat in the sand for as long as mommy would allow. AND, while everyone else had to share a room with others, I got to sleep by myself in my very own CLOSET. The McKinney clan proves themselves a loving bunch. Still a bit put off that I didn't get a new pillow-case dress.

June-August: One-Two-Three-JUMP!!! The pool is COOL. There was a week or so that I got rather tired of bed-time obedience. I mean, c'mon, I've got my own room, light, toys, and I'm my own man. Well, that is, until the WE ARE MARSHALL night, where I started going to bed at 7:30 in my room, but ended up sleeping in the front foyer on the floor with no blanket and no pillow at 11:00. You know, after that night, I decided bedtime wasn't such a bad idea afterall.

September: Surgery #1 - Goldenhar Syndrome - Trick me, Drug me, Break my jaw, Clamp it back, Run a screw up the side of my face, and keep me tube-tied for three days. All so my smile straightens out a bit - ever heard of braces.

October: Surgery #2 - so the side of my face starts expanding, and keeps expanding, and I find myself on my back, sucking down the Happy Juice, and then I go blank. Then I find myself missing some teeth, with a red finger, and on my back for another couple of days the the Rite.
Somewhere around here, I decide its time to start learning a few words and communicating with what I believe they call "consonants". I get to come home in time for Trick-r-Trea, Candi Plea, which I do believe is the year's highlight.

November:

December: Lights! Look! Lights! More Presents! Presents Please! Lights! Ckismas Tree! I banked on the Grandparents - doubled the room loot.

12.05.2008

I- I- I- I- I

They tell me that one day when I'm around 12-13 that I'll discover new things about myself, changes that will both thrill me and provide reason to worry.

They didn't tell me about the change in me that happened somewhere between 7:30am and 9:30am on Tuesday, when I
  • started to stutter on the word 'I' (takes about 4-6 tries to get to the next word),
  • jump up and down a lot,
  • lose all sense of focus,
  • completely love talking with my mouth full, and
  • was suddenly interested in talking loudly to Mommy as often as possible
I hear my mom talking in hushed tones, comparing me to my three roommates, throwing around words like "boy" and "girl"... I'm not sure what that means, though. As long as Eliza and I get to share the Princess stuff, I'm good.