<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018</id><updated>2011-10-28T20:37:13.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asleep or Awake</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-5557254779459937324</id><published>2011-08-09T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:02:12.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Time Has Flown</title><summary type='text'>My goodness.  How does it go so fast?Jessie is nearly six months old now.  Happy, laughing, chubby.  She is joy personified.Keeping very busy with working full time and caring for Jessie.  Not much time for anything else!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/5557254779459937324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/08/even-more-time-has-flown.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5557254779459937324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5557254779459937324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/08/even-more-time-has-flown.html' title='Even More Time Has Flown'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6xAQx7SkOoA/TkHmgAl9MlI/AAAAAAAABKE/rRqmJ2YaGVY/s72-c/IMG_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8838645765314708687</id><published>2011-04-19T13:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T13:48:03.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe my last post was over a month ago!Well, ok I can totally believe it!Jessie had her naming ceremony on Saturday at Q's synagogue and we've had family visiting since Thursday, which has been great.  It was so wonderful to finally see Jessie with Q's parents and his brother and sister.  This little baby is well loved.We had a scare at three weeks when Jessie got sick and was in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8838645765314708687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8838645765314708687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8838645765314708687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgExna0lSfs/Ta3KoMwSR4I/AAAAAAAABJw/Vt-CFMdAeYY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1285395341014083309</id><published>2011-03-11T12:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:45:27.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is That Normal?</title><summary type='text'>I find myself asking that question a lot these days.I have quite a bit of experience with infants, even worked at a daycare taking care of them, but all that experience flew out the window once I was out of the recovery room and settled into the hospital room in the early hours after Jessie was born.Sleep deprived delirium only enhanced my irrational fears of the baby choking or smothering and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1285395341014083309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-that-normal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1285395341014083309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1285395341014083309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-that-normal.html' title='Is That Normal?'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-J2qpf0pys/TXprZKo7L7I/AAAAAAAABJI/IAcsXZ1JCho/s72-c/141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-6808694849093784803</id><published>2011-02-26T21:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:21:57.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Last Words</title><summary type='text'>Boy, did things take a dramatic turn on Thursday!When I last left you I was anxiously awaiting to hear when the cesarean was scheduled bu I heard nothing the rest of the day, to all our disappointment.Later in the evening, I got up from the couch but it felt wrong to me.  It hurt a lot and I felt something strange in my uterus.  I walked to the bathroom and then the deluge!  My water broke!Q and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6808694849093784803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/famous-last-words.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6808694849093784803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6808694849093784803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/famous-last-words.html' title='Famous Last Words'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I60qFPptjnk/TWm4pftEpYI/AAAAAAAABJA/Jl7wFpSFCqk/s72-c/DSC02719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1132779519459418272</id><published>2011-02-24T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:44:48.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting Anxiously</title><summary type='text'>It's definite.  I will be having a cesarean...within a week's time!  I'm sitting right by my phone waiting for my doctors' secretary to call with the day and time.  My primary doctor, the one who saved our pregnancy and who did the cerclage will be the one to perform the cesarean.  I'm glad it's working out that way.The doctor I spoke with today confirmed that due to the membrane issue it's too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1132779519459418272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-anxiously.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1132779519459418272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1132779519459418272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/waiting-anxiously.html' title='Waiting Anxiously'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4554964276376291176</id><published>2011-02-23T08:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T08:41:18.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this poem a few years ago, just read it for the first in a very long time and it evokes for me a sense of freedom and exploration I haven't felt in quite a while.Like van Gogh’s cedar trees,reaching.Like a Wyeth field,  breathing.Reflections mirroring backthe examination of other worlds,worlds within worlds.A flower.No bigger than my fingernailyet within its closed petals,thinner than an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4554964276376291176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4554964276376291176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4554964276376291176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-6150988742057138715</id><published>2011-02-22T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T09:36:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission</title><summary type='text'>Here's some music I really like. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6150988742057138715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/intermission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6150988742057138715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6150988742057138715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/intermission.html' title='Intermission'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YUY_wv3S3PI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7711386550998069791</id><published>2011-02-21T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:15:03.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wispy Membranes?</title><summary type='text'>I had my regular tests today and made sure to tell the u/s tech before the AFI that I'd been in a car accident.  Of course she found something and the doctor had to be called in to do a more thorough ultrasound.  The issue is my amniotic sac has "wispy membranes."  The doctor said she'd never seen it before.  Can't say I'm happy or proud to be the first.I asked her to explain wispy membranes and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7711386550998069791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/wispy-membranes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7711386550998069791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7711386550998069791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/wispy-membranes.html' title='Wispy Membranes?'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1856783595738944937</id><published>2011-02-19T11:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:25:47.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful, if Still a Bit Shaken</title><summary type='text'>I was on my way to the hospital yesterday for my weekly appointments when I got into a car accident on the highway.  Definitely one of the scariest episodes of my life.I got to the hospital as soon as I could and was admitted to Triage then eventually moved to a room in Labor and Delivery where I was under observation and testing for four hours.The baby is doing just fine.  I'm feeling much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1856783595738944937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/grateful-if-still-bit-shaken.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1856783595738944937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1856783595738944937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/grateful-if-still-bit-shaken.html' title='Grateful, if Still a Bit Shaken'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-2996805194165005763</id><published>2011-02-16T11:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:29:34.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 37</title><summary type='text'>So tired these days, it's hard to focus on writing.  I find thoughts just slip and slide in my brain before falling into oblivion, and any bursts of energy I get are used to prepare for the baby's arrival.I haven't worked on my writing in weeks and my reading is reduced to baby books and to the things I used to avoid, like Sue Grafton books.  I just can't seem to grasp anything more complicated.I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2996805194165005763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-37.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2996805194165005763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2996805194165005763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-37.html' title='Week 37'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-2453420797757683285</id><published>2011-02-10T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T10:50:02.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To C or Not to C</title><summary type='text'>That is the big question these days.The baby is still breech.  Not "just" breech but she recently settled into a position where her buttocks are down around my pelvis, her head is behind my belly button and her arms and legs?  Pretty much anyone's guess these days!So there's been talk about having a cesarean section.  I spoke about it with the doctor last Friday, and during our childbirth class, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2453420797757683285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-c-or-not-to-c.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2453420797757683285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2453420797757683285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-c-or-not-to-c.html' title='To C or Not to C'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-6709479634066371434</id><published>2011-02-06T11:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:00:16.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality 1, Fantasy 0</title><summary type='text'>For a while now I've engaged in hormone fueled visions of losing my husband in some terrible accident so that he is suddenly taken from me and I am left to fend for myself.  Very dramatic fodder for my mind, indeed.I think these happen in part because being on bed rest has made me so dependent on Q, in part because I of course do love him and want him in my life and as mentioned, raging hormones.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6709479634066371434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/reality-1-fantasy-0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6709479634066371434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6709479634066371434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/reality-1-fantasy-0.html' title='Reality 1, Fantasy 0'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7119822069988238239</id><published>2011-02-04T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T15:54:10.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch</title><summary type='text'>After dealing with more sobering news at the doctor's office today I decided to treat myself to lunch on the way home from the hospital and ponder the issues.I went to a Bob Evans.  I haven't been to one of those in more years than I can count but the idea seemed comforting to me, and I ordered a meal that was frighteningly artery clogging and felt like a rock in my stomach before I was halfway </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7119822069988238239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7119822069988238239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7119822069988238239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/lunch.html' title='Lunch'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7569178448379323229</id><published>2011-02-03T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:45:07.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Err on the Side of Caution</title><summary type='text'>Several years ago, a cousin of mine who was five months pregnant went to the doctor because she felt no fetal movement.  Sadly, she waited days before saying anything and lost her baby.  She then went through a nightmare of induced labor for 24 hours combined with an allergic reaction to the inducing medicine that caused her to vomit the entire time. About a year ago, a co-worker was nine months </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7569178448379323229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/err-on-side-of-caution.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7569178448379323229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7569178448379323229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/02/err-on-side-of-caution.html' title='Err on the Side of Caution'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4903042524230278545</id><published>2011-01-30T16:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:10:17.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Day</title><summary type='text'>I'm in the fog of a cold or virus and feeling pretty miserable.  I'd like to read but find it hard to focus so I've spent most of the day browsing the Internet and am currently eating a bowl of homemade yogurt which feels soothing on my throat.I did take a short walk earlier.  Or should I say, a short waddle?  That's how it feels these days.  I'm sure I was quite a sight, crammed into my coat, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4903042524230278545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/quiet-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4903042524230278545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4903042524230278545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/quiet-day.html' title='Quiet Day'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-6143221773718441843</id><published>2011-01-27T11:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T12:32:52.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy:  the Good, the Bad and the Weird</title><summary type='text'>Boy, did I mess up.  Days tend to run together when one is on bed rest, modified or otherwise.  I've also been really sick with sinus issues, so imagine my surprise when I received a call from the doctor's office this morning asking if everything was ok.  Um.  Fine.  Why do you ask?Seems I'd missed my weekly appointment and progesterone shot, as well as the second of my twice weekly non-stress </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6143221773718441843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/pregnancy-good-bad-and-weird.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6143221773718441843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6143221773718441843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/pregnancy-good-bad-and-weird.html' title='Pregnancy:  the Good, the Bad and the Weird'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-2010918407802572542</id><published>2011-01-23T11:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:36:11.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Steph for the Blog Award</title><summary type='text'>I am surprised and flattered that I was named for a Stylish Blog Award by Steph, who writes the A House Full of Faeries blog.My husband came across Steph's blog when he Googled "incompetent cervix" a few months ago and I was happy to find someone who had experienced a very similar incident to what I am going through now, and has gone on to have more children despite the challenges she faces.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2010918407802572542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-steph-for-blog-award.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2010918407802572542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2010918407802572542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/thank-you-steph-for-blog-award.html' title='Thank You, Steph for the Blog Award'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-2494431072692154799</id><published>2011-01-13T12:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:09:06.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Stress Test?  I Don't Think So!</title><summary type='text'>Today began the the much dreaded bi-weekly and weekly tests.  I drove myself to the medical office which is a first since this adventure began on October 1.  Once a week I go to a hospital much closer to home, and it turns out I'm in the same office where I had the amnio, and the same room where we first heard all the bad news, so that's a bit strange for me.I had my 32 week growth ultrasound and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2494431072692154799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/non-stress-test-i-dont-think-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2494431072692154799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2494431072692154799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/non-stress-test-i-dont-think-so.html' title='Non-Stress Test?  I Don&apos;t Think So!'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-2949540193624931669</id><published>2011-01-10T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:27:06.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Restrictions</title><summary type='text'>Not a fun word.  Not a fun way to live.  Fortunately, some of my restrictions have been lifted so that I am now on modified bed rest and was also told last Friday that I can drive again and do a little shopping.  In addition to my weekly doctor visits, I begin this week with the twice weekly non-stress tests and the weekly amniotic fluid intake tests, so this takes a big burden off of Q's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2949540193624931669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/restrictions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2949540193624931669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2949540193624931669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/restrictions.html' title='Restrictions'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1908163486581818677</id><published>2011-01-09T10:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T15:41:22.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><summary type='text'>There have always been times of bitter partisanship in politics, and times when hatred and intolerance rises to frightening levels.I think the situation we currently have in our country began in the last Bush Administration, the members of which displayed arrogance, intolerance and outright contempt and mockery for not just Democrats but for anyone who countered their own agenda and world view. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1908163486581818677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1908163486581818677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1908163486581818677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2011/01/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7sjSHazjrWg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7592701883415146891</id><published>2010-12-31T11:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:42:09.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><summary type='text'>Hard to believe 2010 is nearly over.  Even the weather seems a bit surprised by it as it's going to reach the low fifties today and tomorrow after days of very cold temperatures.2010 was full of huge changes and events, and 2011 looms large with loads of possibilities and unanswered questions.  As it says in the Dharma, "nothing is permanent, so roll with it."  OK, I added that last part but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7592701883415146891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7592701883415146891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7592701883415146891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TR4HvtNy4WI/AAAAAAAABIE/vqnNCbpGBbQ/s72-c/NewYearsEve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7146427790581166729</id><published>2010-12-30T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T12:52:47.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty Weeks</title><summary type='text'>Just got back a little while ago from my weekly appointment at the hospital, only this time I also had to have an hour-long glucose test so all in all we were there for three hours. The cervical exam was especially painful this week and I'm still experiencing pain from it.I am having increasingly worse reactions to the weekly progesterone shots, which we discussed with the doctor.  Bottom line is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7146427790581166729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/thirty-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7146427790581166729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7146427790581166729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/thirty-weeks.html' title='Thirty Weeks'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8995075560647849292</id><published>2010-12-27T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:50:54.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Look Forward To</title><summary type='text'>I have been in contact with the woman who organizes the meetings for the Gurdjieff group that I attend and am happy that we will have a meeting in my home, probably this week.Interestingly, I emailed D about having people at my house now that I'm on modified, and she wrote back that they had been discussing doing the same thing!I attended one meeting back in September, this after our Summer break</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8995075560647849292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-to-look-forward-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8995075560647849292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8995075560647849292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/something-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Something to Look Forward To'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TRi1uhpva7I/AAAAAAAABH8/nlzlmXx_6eI/s72-c/nyc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-3197438815264826805</id><published>2010-12-25T18:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:07:58.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><summary type='text'>On the rising of the sun,and the running of the deer,the playing of the merry organ,sweet singing in the choir.The Holly and the Ivy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3197438815264826805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3197438815264826805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3197438815264826805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TRZ4_9P4_WI/AAAAAAAABH0/MJgmBnAwccM/s72-c/hollyivydeer_full1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7831637983719983862</id><published>2010-12-24T11:22:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:28:30.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Baby</title><summary type='text'>She stares out at us in these photos, seeing but not seeing.  Once skeletal, now fuller and fleshier.  Three pounds!  I watch her heart beat and feel the profound connection we share, and her own burgeoning Self.  Formidable form of life!Ghost-like, illuminated, beautiful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7831637983719983862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/ghost-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7831637983719983862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7831637983719983862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/ghost-baby.html' title='Ghost Baby'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TRTz5eYhpTI/AAAAAAAABHs/XzMBoNnwwTM/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8353381425824148040</id><published>2010-12-22T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:56:14.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Remember</title><summary type='text'>As mentioned in the post below we had a growth ultrasound this afternoon. The baby weighs 3 pounds which is slightly above average for a 28 week fetus but still well within normal.  Her limbs and organs all look good, too.  In fact, all results are very good.We saw her wave her hands around and move quite a bit, then the ultrasound tech moved the wand over Jessie's face and all my depression and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8353381425824148040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-i-remember.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8353381425824148040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8353381425824148040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-i-remember.html' title='Now I Remember'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-834035241972639818</id><published>2010-12-22T12:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:27:15.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Petulance</title><summary type='text'>"I give up." I had that thought this morning although that's not what I really felt.  I feel discouraged.I'm tired of pain, progesterone shots, doctor exams and tests, constant nose bleeds, swollen sinuses, worrying about going into labor too early, haggling with the insurance company.So I guess in a fit of frustration and self pity I thought, "I give up.  Maybe I'll go to bed and refuse to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/834035241972639818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-give-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/834035241972639818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/834035241972639818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-give-up.html' title='Petulance'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7423517795732835198</id><published>2010-12-16T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:35:28.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Good News</title><summary type='text'>Had my weekly doctor's appointment yesterday and I'm very happy to report that I am now on modified bed rest.  It's a small step but one I'm thrilled to take. As happy as I am about this, I was dismayed to find out last evening and this morning that moving around more has brought on more nausea and more vomiting.  One would think at this stage in the pregnancy I would be well past all that, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7423517795732835198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/bit-of-good-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7423517795732835198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7423517795732835198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/bit-of-good-news.html' title='A Bit of Good News'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8630509446682992836</id><published>2010-12-14T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:17:39.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrr</title><summary type='text'>We are in the grips of this bitter cold blast that's covered most of the country.  This morning it's in the single digits with wind chills at ten below.  The furnace hardly stops running these days. Even so, I can't say I'd rather be warm in bed than out and about.It seems Christmas is shaping up to be a non-event this year.  Q finally brought in my Christmas decorations on Sunday and I put them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8630509446682992836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/brrrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8630509446682992836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8630509446682992836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/brrrr.html' title='Brrrr'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-3329801579982716150</id><published>2010-12-11T20:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:53:30.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects: Menorahs</title><summary type='text'>I've always enjoyed all the many styles of menorahs.  Here are a few I found that I like.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3329801579982716150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/lovely-objects-menorahs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3329801579982716150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3329801579982716150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/lovely-objects-menorahs.html' title='Lovely Objects: Menorahs'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TQQ4-D9TeOI/AAAAAAAABHI/LXsCezmst40/s72-c/walteriamenorah-moderntribe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7357916640708924415</id><published>2010-12-10T15:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:23:55.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><summary type='text'>Have to admit, the well has been dry for a while.  But as I process all that's happened lately and settle into a reflective quiet, stimulated by my reading, I find the words coming to me again.  Below are three I wrote the other night.  This is how they have begun but hard to say how they will end up.AmericansThere are billions of peoplewho lived their wholes livesnever feeling the need to start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7357916640708924415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7357916640708924415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7357916640708924415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-206101817082865877</id><published>2010-12-07T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:49:13.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have-Tos</title><summary type='text'>Today is a day of "have-tos."First was a call to the cable company because the Internet connection on my desktop has gone out--again.  Nothing like paying $50 a month for terrible service.  Then a call to the local Social Security office.  I submitted all the forms for my name change back in September and had yet to receive my new SS card.  Turns out, they never received the information.  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/206101817082865877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-tos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/206101817082865877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/206101817082865877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-tos.html' title='Have-Tos'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8295041887537130428</id><published>2010-12-03T14:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:08:52.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><summary type='text'>This week I had my last ultrasound for a while.  The baby was face down and curled up so we couldn't see her face.  She's been relatively quiet the past few days which means less discomfort for me but a bit more worry as I like being reassured by the strong kicks and turns.  It's difficult to be on bed rest and in this condition and not worry about every pain, or lack thereof.  Next week I begin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8295041887537130428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8295041887537130428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8295041887537130428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/december.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7540620223329226571</id><published>2010-12-01T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:50:13.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><summary type='text'>MiracleKnow this-that every near miss is a miracle.In the early morning lightI watched the bird fly out of the cat’s mouthand knew right down to my bones this is true.Don’t ever think we stand still,life is a constant tug-of-war between that which is fluid and that which is notand love soldiers onside by side with loneliness.  These are the things I will profess to believewhen every day I see the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7540620223329226571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7540620223329226571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7540620223329226571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-5482949309889568407</id><published>2010-12-01T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:44:35.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geology</title><summary type='text'>I love to learn how the earth used to be. What is now a desert was once an ocean,that which is separated was once whole.The great beauty that was created and then destroyed and then created again as the earth followed its own rhythmsthat when studied from a distance of six billion years becomes a soft undulating motion like a boat on the ocean.Still today,mountains collide and glaciers driftand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/5482949309889568407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/geology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5482949309889568407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5482949309889568407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/12/geology.html' title='Geology'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4496580949912798266</id><published>2010-11-30T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:49:06.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Object:  Laptop</title><summary type='text'>Q bought me a Toshiba laptop for my birthday.  It's quite a gift!  I haven't even begun to do all I can with it and I'm looking forward to transferring my writing, music and photography from my old desktop to the new laptop.  I'm afraid I've spent a little too much time since Saturday playing on it, but it's been a wonderful distraction.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4496580949912798266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-object-laptop.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4496580949912798266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4496580949912798266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-object-laptop.html' title='Lovely Object:  Laptop'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1117816395963420227</id><published>2010-11-25T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:42:31.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>Isn't every day a day to be thankful?Isn't gratitude something that should flow easilyfrom our lipsour open handsour minds?Do we not wake up every morning,put our feet firmly on the floorand move on towards the future?This in itself is an act of gratitude.All the things we surround ourselves withand label as goodare not worth the effort of saying, "thank you."We breathe inwe breathe out.If we are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1117816395963420227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1117816395963420227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1117816395963420227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-299894566694703029</id><published>2010-11-23T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:54:44.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobering News</title><summary type='text'>Had my weekly ultrasound today and met with the doctor who did my surgery.As usual, my stitches are holding strong which is always welcome news.Unfortunately, the news from the doctor wasn't so great.  We are now heading into more dangerous times when the risk of early labor is high, and I have to double down on my efforts to remain in bed.  My only ray of hope is the doctor said that he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/299894566694703029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/sobering-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/299894566694703029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/299894566694703029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/sobering-news.html' title='Sobering News'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-2472759682122232266</id><published>2010-11-19T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T19:05:08.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects:  Peonies</title><summary type='text'>Here we are heading into a world of floral slumber and I'm thinking about peonies.  They have such an audacity about them that I admire; they defy the strength of their own stalk, their giant blooms bending over onto lawns and walkways every Spring.There are many varieties of peonies, no one's sure of the exact number but it ranges from 25 to 40.  The flower is named after Paeon, student of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2472759682122232266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-peonies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2472759682122232266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2472759682122232266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-peonies.html' title='Lovely Objects:  Peonies'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TOcPmhPHn8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/OtuVMfmeX2k/s72-c/doublepeonies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4420005725283932561</id><published>2010-11-18T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:05:28.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 8:  Milestones</title><summary type='text'>We did it.  Reached the first milestone; 24 weeks pregnant without going into labor.  The next milestone is...well, I'm a bit confused and can't remember if it's 26 or 28 weeks.  But if all goes as it should, by December I won't be having the weekly ultrasounds.  By 36 weeks the progesterone shots will end.  At 37 weeks the stitches will be removed.The fear of early labor is always with me.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4420005725283932561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-8-milestones.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4420005725283932561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4420005725283932561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-8-milestones.html' title='The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 8:  Milestones'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-3674643737566232956</id><published>2010-11-14T14:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:08:36.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects:  Meditation</title><summary type='text'>OK.  I'm playing fast and loose with the concept of an object.  But I had to include meditation as it is all about the good stuff in life.  Those things that make you feel content and peaceful and that you want to share with others.Vipassana (wee-pah-sahna) meditation can be a life changing practice. It takes time and practice yet benefits can be experienced the first time one sits, even if it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3674643737566232956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-meditation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3674643737566232956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3674643737566232956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-meditation.html' title='Lovely Objects:  Meditation'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TOBBfrqJrVI/AAAAAAAABGI/kzo7oUGXsbw/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-6048833563091391813</id><published>2010-11-14T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:05:08.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 7:  Holidays</title><summary type='text'>Oh, boy.  Here they come.Kids are still munching on the last of their hoarded Halloween treats and the Christmas advertising blitz has started.  In between the two are Thanksgiving, both our birthdays and the little holiday that could, Hanukkah.Oy.Let me just say right off the bat, it can be really hard to let go of those childhood memories that seem to seal forever in a glitter filled capsule </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6048833563091391813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-7-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6048833563091391813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6048833563091391813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-7-holidays.html' title='The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 7:  Holidays'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1401459314240993378</id><published>2010-11-14T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:06:01.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 6:  Seeing Benefits in the Idea of a Schedule</title><summary type='text'>There have been times in my life when creating a schedule for myself (much more satisfying than having one made one for me, by the way) has come in handy.When I got my college diploma in 2003 and then couldn't find a full-time job for over a year, it was sticking to my daily schedule that got me through the worst times, and my dedication finally paid off in finding a stable job.And now I believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1401459314240993378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-6-seeing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1401459314240993378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1401459314240993378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-6-seeing.html' title='The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 6:  Seeing Benefits in the Idea of a Schedule'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1260207941000012601</id><published>2010-11-09T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:57:01.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects:  Cruelty Free Bags</title><summary type='text'>Just discovered these and am very excited to find them.  Pansy Maiden Bags-- all handmade and vegan, too.  Not only is the animal lover in me happy, but the design lover as well because these bags have lovely clean lines and a clutter free look.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1260207941000012601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-cruelty-free-bags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1260207941000012601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1260207941000012601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-cruelty-free-bags.html' title='Lovely Objects:  Cruelty Free Bags'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TNnBuRul7JI/AAAAAAAABFg/2S3b4fZjJqU/s72-c/BangButterFS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7710736493133782694</id><published>2010-11-08T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:06:55.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 5:  The Good, The Bad and The Ugly</title><summary type='text'>I can't shop for baby items.  Or for that matter, items for myself.Sure, I can buy just about anything I need over the Internet but that's not nearly as enjoyable as picking out clothing and furniture for the baby in a store.  And I can't even imagine how hard it will be to order a nursing bra without trying it on first.I can't color my hair or get it cut until after the baby is born.  Now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7710736493133782694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-5-griping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7710736493133782694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7710736493133782694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/bed-rest-chronicles-part-5-griping.html' title='The Bed Rest Chronicles Part 5:  The Good, The Bad and The Ugly'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7427583022701847794</id><published>2010-11-07T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T13:29:27.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects: Polynesian Restaurant?</title><summary type='text'>Well this one may take a bit of imagination on the part of the reader to be considered a lovely object, but for the writer, it's infused with enough nostalgia to be deemed "lovely."I grew up eating at the Polynesian style Chinese restaurants in the Boston area, but South Pacific was my absolute favorite, and I will even go as far to say that as a little girl I thought it was magical--the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7427583022701847794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-polynesian-restaurant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7427583022701847794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7427583022701847794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-polynesian-restaurant.html' title='Lovely Objects: Polynesian Restaurant?'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TNrkVt4JG3I/AAAAAAAABFo/mUrpo_6l-AA/s72-c/3475x45dab0aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8917470406799241354</id><published>2010-11-04T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:28:16.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects: Origami</title><summary type='text'>This was a gifted artist.  I was inspired to take up origami a couple of weeks ago after I read about this artist.  Unfortunately, what I read was Eric Joisel's obituary in the New York Times.  He died much too early but left a wonderful bit of immortality.As a coincidence, I was perusing my Netflix queue, which tends to be long, and found a documentary I'd forgotten I'd added, Between the Folds.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8917470406799241354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-origami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8917470406799241354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8917470406799241354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovely-objects-origami.html' title='Lovely Objects: Origami'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TNNBVYcz52I/AAAAAAAABFY/ZpZcnjwlVNI/s72-c/Orchfini.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-29275646302482594</id><published>2010-11-03T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:43:56.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bed Rest Chronicles 4:  Oh, the Trauma!</title><summary type='text'>I remember learning years ago that women who were sexually abused as children can struggle with pregnancy and childbirth as the changes in their bodies cause stress and revive painful memories.I can't say that's exactly my situation.  However, this isn't to say I haven't had problems.  Maybe if my pregnancy had no complications I wouldn't be having the struggles I have, but that's not the case.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/29275646302482594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-trauma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/29275646302482594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/29275646302482594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-trauma.html' title='The Bed Rest Chronicles 4:  Oh, the Trauma!'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-5187433206063634231</id><published>2010-10-27T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:42:49.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects: Tea</title><summary type='text'>Q brought home this tea the other night and I love it.  I mix it with honey and milk and it's like chai.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/5187433206063634231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-objectshttpwwwbloggercompost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5187433206063634231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5187433206063634231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-objectshttpwwwbloggercompost.html' title='Lovely Objects: Tea'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TNwc-u_h9aI/AAAAAAAABGA/wfAAFaHau3o/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-5485023983362129339</id><published>2010-10-25T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:38:25.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Objects:  Thai Spirit Houses</title><summary type='text'>I have one made by this man in my living room and my enjoyment of it never ends.  The artist lives in California and has taken part in several exhibits and won awards for his beautiful work.He is a Buddhist who spends a great deal of time in Thailand and loves the culture, something that definitely comes through in his work.Check them out here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/5485023983362129339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-objects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5485023983362129339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/5485023983362129339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-objects.html' title='Lovely Objects:  Thai Spirit Houses'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/TNwb4trLD2I/AAAAAAAABFw/H97aShY9DJQ/s72-c/SH-4%2BGroup%2B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4539532897089820860</id><published>2010-10-24T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:23:24.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Bed Rest Chronicles Part 3:  The Guidelines</title><summary type='text'>1.     Get clean and dressed every day.  Brush hair and teeth; wear comfortable clothes but never wear pajamas and robe all day.2.     Don't give in to despair or worries.  While it's not possible to remain positive and "up" all of the time, dwelling too long on the negatives does no one any good.3.   Time goes by quickly, even while lying in bed.  Maintain some kind of schedule in order to keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4539532897089820860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/bed-rest-chronicles-part-3-guidelines.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4539532897089820860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4539532897089820860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/bed-rest-chronicles-part-3-guidelines.html' title='The  Bed Rest Chronicles Part 3:  The Guidelines'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-96601728165481668</id><published>2010-10-24T12:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:00:25.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Bed Rest Chronicles Part 2: Husband</title><summary type='text'>An old Chinese parable:There was a country farmer working in his field and his horse ran away.  His neighbors sympathized over his bad luck.  "Who's to say what is good and what is bad?"  He said.A few weeks later, his horse returned along with a herd of wild horses.  His neighbors congratulated him on his good fortune.  "Who's to say what is good and what is bad?"  He said.While taming one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/96601728165481668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/bed-rest-chronicles-part-2-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/96601728165481668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/96601728165481668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/bed-rest-chronicles-part-2-husband.html' title='The  Bed Rest Chronicles Part 2: Husband'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-9069614338547517976</id><published>2010-10-21T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T18:45:54.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The  Bed Rest Chronicles Part 1: Background</title><summary type='text'>I knew from a fairly young age that having children would be difficult for me, but never wanting children this was something I just accepted about myself and didn't explore too deeply. It has only been in the past two years or so that I've had a strong desire to have a baby and my now-husband Q and I started very early in our relationship to get pregnant as we are both well aware of our advanced </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/9069614338547517976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/bed-rest-chronicles-part-1-background.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/9069614338547517976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/9069614338547517976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/10/bed-rest-chronicles-part-1-background.html' title='The  Bed Rest Chronicles Part 1: Background'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8019763355349700494</id><published>2010-09-04T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:51:50.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Age</title><summary type='text'>There is no need to talk anymoreclick "like"no one really cares what you think, anywayemoticonnothing but the creak of your desk chairmaybe iTunes in the backgroundmaybe you think everything in your head is a treasurea pearla world all its own that needn't be explored beyond a sense of smug self satisfactionNo need to talk anymore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8019763355349700494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/09/digital-age.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8019763355349700494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8019763355349700494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/09/digital-age.html' title='Digital Age'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1928266442418689621</id><published>2010-09-04T18:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T18:44:50.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Unknown</title><summary type='text'>Pregnant thirteen weeks.  Married two weeks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1928266442418689621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/09/into-unknown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1928266442418689621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1928266442418689621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/09/into-unknown.html' title='Into the Unknown'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4977450960747757031</id><published>2010-05-20T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:54:03.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Body</title><summary type='text'>I sometimes feel like my body betrays me.It bleeds at the wrong time and I'm left wondering if something died or something lives.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4977450960747757031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/05/body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4977450960747757031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4977450960747757031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/05/body.html' title='The Body'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-6563096218594113779</id><published>2010-04-26T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:54:49.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking</title><summary type='text'>When I am riding my bike and really struggling to breathe, I think of Che Guevera and how he fought a revolution in the mountains of Bolivia even though he had asthma.  I conveniently leave out the part about getting captured and shot, that sort of ruins the mood I'm going for.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/6563096218594113779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/biking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6563096218594113779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/6563096218594113779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/biking.html' title='Biking'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8815607544221697969</id><published>2010-04-26T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:38:59.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Ghost</title><summary type='text'>You left,and I am sent back out into the world reeling, unmoored, bereft.I have a right to be heard.Women who remain silent are full of poisonand I have for years fumbled through the darkness of my own ignorance.You left me,and I will always hunger in this winter pantry of regret where evocation is entrapment.When will I once again breathe fully, be holy, be full of light?What else is there to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8815607544221697969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/hungry-ghost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8815607544221697969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8815607544221697969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/hungry-ghost.html' title='Hungry Ghost'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-3204780604057758338</id><published>2010-04-26T14:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:37:20.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poinsettias</title><summary type='text'>The poinsettias have been gone for days.About a hundred plants set among the tropical year round display that is also mercilessly culled nearly every week.The poinsettias are dumped into cheap plastic bags and tossed out, their dark reds, pinks, whites, even purples diluted by the semi-transparency of the bags.At the local Goodwill store, the shelves are full of useless, ugly things.  Broken </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3204780604057758338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/poinsettias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3204780604057758338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3204780604057758338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/poinsettias.html' title='Poinsettias'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4611766998332995969</id><published>2010-04-24T19:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:07:21.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Man's Land</title><summary type='text'>We visited places bordered on wilderness,containing under its summer canopy of trees a potent energythat sometimes spoke to us in a nineteenth century vernacular.The log cabins, the one room church with the strange lightand the small cemetery hemmed in by forestwere familiar to usand we never felt the need to question why this was so.We read gravestones worn down by time and nature and talked of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4611766998332995969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-mans-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4611766998332995969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4611766998332995969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-mans-land.html' title='No Man&apos;s Land'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4914342401820289818</id><published>2010-04-24T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:04:37.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Totem 1</title><summary type='text'>In the garden, I thin the young kale and beets,laying the greens on the back steps next to the blood stains.The half paralyzed rabbit lies nearby in the grass, still as the summer sunif not for its rapidly beating heart,homeless and motherless,even more defenseless than it was in its nest.Yet am I not supposed to let nature take its course?When the cat jumped onto the porch the night before,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4914342401820289818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/totem-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4914342401820289818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4914342401820289818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/totem-1.html' title='Totem 1'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1867539477535062734</id><published>2010-04-24T18:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:00:43.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><summary type='text'>Can anyone fully live within their life; be aware of themselves and embrace all of it at once and sustain that awareness?  I plan on finding out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1867539477535062734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1867539477535062734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1867539477535062734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-766078779134614453</id><published>2010-04-19T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:47:51.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it All Fell Apart</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/766078779134614453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-it-all-fell-apart.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/766078779134614453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/766078779134614453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-it-all-fell-apart.html' title='When it All Fell Apart'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-309621252083218206</id><published>2010-04-19T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:46:05.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I spent time feeding breakfast to one of the patients.  He is elderly,  in good mental condition, but his hands shake very badly and he is unable to walk.He told me his girlfriend was coming to visit.  "I think I'll marry her," he said to me.  They've been together 19 years.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/309621252083218206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/relationships.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/309621252083218206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/309621252083218206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7916703072020801152</id><published>2010-04-17T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:58:31.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><summary type='text'>Time goes by so quickly.  It frightens me a bit sometimes to see it pass by.  One month and one day ago Kenyon died, and I still cry.  Tomorrow will be seven years since my father died, and I still sometimes cry about that, too.  I just realized that I will be volunteering at the hospice tomorrow.  That seems fitting.Overheard someone yesterday saying how throughout one's life, one wishes they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7916703072020801152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7916703072020801152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7916703072020801152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4898773975849101992</id><published>2010-04-15T12:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:15:07.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronicity</title><summary type='text'>Dreamed of strange looking planes that took off and set of sonic booms. At first, I covered my head and cowered in fear at first at noise.Today, a co-worker asked if I'd heard about the huge meteor seen over parts of the Midwest. Lots of calls to 911 due to bright flash of light and sonic boom.I love when these things happen, I feel so plugged in to the universe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4898773975849101992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/synchronicity.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4898773975849101992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4898773975849101992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/synchronicity.html' title='Synchronicity'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-3148043614584121015</id><published>2010-04-09T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:06:51.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanskara</title><summary type='text'>Spring, and the leaves on trees are reborn.There will be a day, soon,an inferno of a day,when the wind will blowand the leaves will twist to their sides, now paler, wilted,only to change colorsand dry out, pungent with death,before the bare branches slumber.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3148043614584121015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/sanskara.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3148043614584121015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3148043614584121015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/04/sanskara.html' title='Sanskara'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7921386586481414349</id><published>2010-04-05T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:47:25.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stream</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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But, when that happens I remind myself to think of a good memory of Kenyon, in order to diminish the bad memories.I'm remembering his love of vanilla ice cream.  I would take him to an outdoor ice cream shop every summer.  He was so adorable, with the ice cream around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3021105546720512145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3021105546720512145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3021105546720512145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-times.html' title='The Good Times'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/S6DWqi8Hj-I/AAAAAAAABBg/U6LB2DuB8Sw/s72-c/kenyon+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-995372575730819041</id><published>2010-03-16T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:31:47.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Way</title><summary type='text'>The logistics are tough.Navigating in a world made new by loss so white hot and deep.  How?  But so much in life just happens, with no planning or foresight of my own.But how, anyway?  I am sensitive to the energies around us and feel suffering deeply.  Before, when feeling overwhelmed by the cruelties of others, I could think to myself, "At least I have Kenyon." A simple idea with profound </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/995372575730819041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/different-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/995372575730819041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/995372575730819041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/different-way.html' title='A Different Way'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1244348018110655133</id><published>2010-03-16T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:18:40.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Kenyon, and Others</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1244348018110655133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-kenyon-and-others.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1244348018110655133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1244348018110655133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-kenyon-and-others.html' title='For Kenyon, and Others'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-2742359515312960215</id><published>2010-03-12T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:35:52.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenyon</title><summary type='text'>Two months after my father passed away, I went to a rescue shelter that cared only for Shelties.  A little dog walked up to me and stood next to me and stared at me for a long time.  He wouldn't play catch, he ignored the other dogs.  The next day I returned, ready to adopt a different dog.  I found out that dog had bitten a little girl.  And there was that little dog again, right at my feet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/2742359515312960215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/kenyon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2742359515312960215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/2742359515312960215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/kenyon.html' title='Kenyon'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/S5sIBCFzuNI/AAAAAAAABBY/7U-Aem6NKYQ/s72-c/kenyon+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-104256652151090845</id><published>2010-03-08T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:37:33.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewal</title><summary type='text'>Had a few quiet moments to myself to walk in the woods at Q's aunt's house.  There is an old stone wall, the kind I saw all the time when I lived in Massachusetts, and large pine trees, like the one in the backyard at the home where I grew up.  I just don't see these things where I live now and I've missed them so much that a part of me has dried up due to this lack.  A disconnection there.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/104256652151090845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/renewal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/104256652151090845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/104256652151090845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/renewal.html' title='Renewal'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xy4P6VGNDz4/S5UnjnHUQpI/AAAAAAAABBI/JnZ_umD0MvA/s72-c/Clinton+Corner+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1201135922221093703</id><published>2010-03-02T21:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:06:39.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><summary type='text'>There really is a timewhen bad news is heard(in such a way that it is meant not to upset)and one falls to one’s kneesand calls outfutilely,“Jesus.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1201135922221093703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1201135922221093703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1201135922221093703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4128760039795534241</id><published>2010-03-02T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:03:51.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Always</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4128760039795534241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-like-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4128760039795534241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4128760039795534241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-like-always.html' title='Just Like Always'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-97592860079727994</id><published>2010-02-26T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:41:53.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asleep or Awake</title><summary type='text'>What is it that we're really saying when we wish for other things?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/97592860079727994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/asleep-or-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/97592860079727994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/97592860079727994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/asleep-or-awake.html' title='Asleep or Awake'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-1069593358273674782</id><published>2010-02-21T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T12:30:06.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vignette IV-Unfinished</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1069593358273674782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/vignette-iv-unfinished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1069593358273674782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1069593358273674782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/vignette-iv-unfinished.html' title='Vignette IV-Unfinished'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4320185660861806622</id><published>2010-02-15T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:11:47.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospice</title><summary type='text'>This Saturday I am scheduled to attend an all day training class at a hospice.  I have volunteered for the so-called "11th Hour" program, which if not obvious from the name means being with the dying in their last moments if they so request.I'm nervous.  Clearly this isn't something I want to mess up.  But, I've wanted to do this for quite some time.  My father died in the same hospice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4320185660861806622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/hospice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4320185660861806622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4320185660861806622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/hospice.html' title='Hospice'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-7809715412419104878</id><published>2010-02-14T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:40:27.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Happy</title><summary type='text'>Happiness is not a memory.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/7809715412419104878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-was-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7809715412419104878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/7809715412419104878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-i-was-happy.html' title='When I Was Happy'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-5732910936687217740</id><published>2010-02-14T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:39:35.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering is as Vast as Forgetting</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt; 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Those who possess greatness are not in politics."  Albert Camus"Patriotism is a way of loving one's country that consists in never wanting that country to be unjust, and in telling it so.  But patriotism itself has never been enough to make men rise to the strange struggle that is theirs.  There must also be the delicacy of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/1434777629565198090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/between-hell-and-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1434777629565198090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/1434777629565198090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/between-hell-and-reason.html' title='Between Hell and Reason'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-8286263631529653088</id><published>2010-02-11T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:06:32.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late December</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/8286263631529653088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-december.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8286263631529653088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/8286263631529653088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-december.html' title='Late December'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-4049834503729275602</id><published>2010-02-09T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:56:27.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passage</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/4049834503729275602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/passage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4049834503729275602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/4049834503729275602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/passage.html' title='Passage'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-3052299462862703692</id><published>2010-02-08T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:02:22.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Certain Slant of Light"</title><summary type='text'>Stopped at a red light I looked in my rear view mirror and was laid low by the evening sky a dark blue with no pinks or golds just deepening blue before darkness.  I felt an urge to drive off into that blue light and then run and run and keep on going into that sky and not stop for anything (there has to be something better than this now life).  And then I remembered being young and seeing that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3052299462862703692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/certain-slant-of-light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3052299462862703692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3052299462862703692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/certain-slant-of-light.html' title='&quot;Certain Slant of Light&quot;'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-197202561601213419</id><published>2010-02-06T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:53:59.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stormy Night</title><summary type='text'>I dreamed I was laying in bed in the bedroom of the house I grew up in.  Was my father still alive?  I heard the wind blowing from the snow storm and dreamed it was the wind making the tree branches scrape against the bedroom window.  I remember the tree that stood so close to the house.  I thought to myself I would rearrange the furniture the next day so that it was as it used to be. Why is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/197202561601213419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/stormy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/197202561601213419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/197202561601213419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/02/stormy-night.html' title='Stormy Night'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-997851054485843581</id><published>2010-01-31T17:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:01:41.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hate was just a failure of imagination."   Graham Greene</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/997851054485843581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/01/hate-was-just-failure-of-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/997851054485843581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/997851054485843581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/01/hate-was-just-failure-of-imagination.html' title=''/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4495929979525995018.post-3349238747468828999</id><published>2010-01-30T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:05:30.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/feeds/3349238747468828999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/01/apocalypse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3349238747468828999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4495929979525995018/posts/default/3349238747468828999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treeblogthree.blogspot.com/2010/01/apocalypse.html' title='Apocalypse'/><author><name>Tree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14267341272145443931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1159/3636/400/625944/myeye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
