Saturday, May 23, 2009

Today is a gift


Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a gift...
That's why it is called the present.

(I don't know who said this, but I heard it on Kung Fu Panda last night and it really touched my heart.)

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Today

Don't forget to mark your calendars for June 9 (Tuesday) at 7:30 pm!

At First Presbyterian Church in Gainesville, we are hosting a dessert reception to launch of the J. Michael Hosford Foundation.

I will be reading three chapters from the book: A Clock, a Coffee Pot, and a Field of Lilies. Matthew Hoyle will be playing his guitar and singing.

Here is a sneak preview of the book, taken from chapter 2, "A Pathway to Enlightenment"

I was only a little girl, but have always known his palm sized book held so many answers for him. Sometimes I would read it after he would leave for the office. I felt I was somehow unlocking a secret formula when I would sneak a peek into his private thoughts. We could ponder the same things all day and we would be together that way, even though he was going to be gone, being very busy. Sometimes I would put the book to my nose and smell it. Hints of coffee, cologne, toothpaste and fabric softener lingered on whatever my father touched.

Daddy took everything life handed him one day at a time. Sometimes he would say in order to stay sober, he had to do it "just for today." He did not worry about tomorrow. He did not dwell on the past. He focused on today. "This is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it," was the scripture we chose for his funeral. How fitting. Today was all he ever had.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Fischer's Fshing Trip by: Fischer C.











This is a fishing trip I went on with my dad. It was at Lake Oconne. I walked on a train trestle. I went camping in bear infested woods!! I burned my hand on the lantern. The first time we went, my dad had bad gas.....in the motor! The motor wouldn't work so my dad had to paddle like for 30 minutes to get under the train trestle. Then we put minnows on our hooks and went fishing in the dark. We did not catch anything except some "stick fish." The second time we went my dad got a big tug on his pole!! It was a big bass!! The fish broke the line. That's why my dad says it is called fishing and not catching. :[