Accountability

 I joined Weight Watchers to improve my health.  I have been making a half hearted attempt at following the program and have been getting just the results I deserve to get.   Last week, I lost, but this week, I gained two and a half pounds. I lose weight and then gain it back again and I'm not doing myself much good.

I started an exercise program to improve my health.  Having  an obsessive compulsive personality has been no help.  I started a spreadsheet where I could track my progress.  For a while, I was really good at doing the exercises and tracking it.  I was feeling better.  I was proud of my progress and then gradually, I quit tracking.  Without the tracking, it was easy to quit the exercise.  There is nothing that helps me understand better what I am doing or what I am not doing like tracking it.  An nothing helps me more to keep tracking than to share what I am doing.

According to my pedometer today, I have walked a total of 1,871 steps.  That's a total of 1.12 miles.  That's not very  much activity.  I did do 18 minutes of exercise.  When I do my full  exercise program as prescribed by my physical therapist.  it's almost an hour.  To be healthy, I need to be walking more and I need to do more exercise.  I don't have to be perfect, but I need to set some realistic goals and I need to work towards them better than I have.

William Thomas Beals

Mom forwarded an email to me today about my Great Grandfather, William Thomas Beals.  I never knew him personally, but I was interested in him because there was always a cloud of mystery around the mention of his name.

William Thomas Beals was born on May 31, 1873 in Rodgersville, Hawkins, Tennessee.   He was the fourth child of John Simpson Beals' and Frances Elizabeth Frances Dyer's eleven children.  

In September of 1893, he married Josie Caroline Hicks.  Josie was from Elk Park, North Carolina, but they were married in LaJara, Colorado.  Their first child, Rosie Verdeame, was born 9 Aug 1894 in Fox Creek, Colorado.  Their second child, Arthur was born in Fox Creek, Colorado on 5 October of 1896. Arthur died at the age of 17 months of age.   This union ended in divorce.

Those members of his immediate family that had come to Colorado when he did moved on to Pima, Arizona.

William married Abbie Ellen Patterson 1 March 1898 in LaJara, Colorado.  They had two boys.  Joseph Arthur was born 16 December 1899 in Conejos, Colorado and James William born 7 Aug 1901 in Mogote, Conejos, Colorado. About two years after William married Abbie, he went to gather wood and never returned. 

He married Eddie Jane Viars on 24 Jan 1902. In Tennessee, they  had four children, Rosie Virdie 28 Oct 1902 born in Sullivan, Tennessee, Theodore born 8 April 1904 in Paintrock, Tennessee, William Thomas born 24 Jan 1906, and Mary Elizabeth born 1 January 1909.  I also find a marriage recorded for this couple  31 May 1913.

William eventually returned to Colorado.  I have a book that he dedicated to his first biological daughter when she was 35.

I want to understand this man better. Why did he have such a hard time staying in a marriage?  Why did he name  new children after children from previous marriages.  Why did his last wife die in Tennessee when he returned to Colorado at the end of his life.

I've taken a challenge

Betty and I are trying to get healthier.  After I have spent years sitting in front of a computer monitor earning a living, I am beginning to suffer the consequences of inactivity.  If I don't want to be disabled in time, I need to do something.

We attended a Weight Watchers meeting last night and the topic was motivation.  In November last year, I began a virtual trek across the country as my ancestors did when they came to the west in search of religious freedom.  I am wearing a pedometer and am tracking the distance I walk each day.  Over time, however, I have let my motivation wane and have done less and less.  I began in Palmyra, NY and have logged enough steps to get me to Columbus, OH.

I was introduced to a Web site, MapMyWalk.com.  I am mapping my trek so that I can see my progress and hopefully, so I can stay motivated.  I have taken their first challenge to walk a marathon in 30 days.  I know it doesn't sound like much, but it's a beginning.  I'll be mapping my progress and sharing it to keep me accountable.  As I walk and get in better shape, I'll share my progress.  Hopefully, I will be able to walk back into better health.

The week after Christmas

Tis the week after Christmas and all through the pond
Every creature is smiling with memories so fond;
Challenges had come so quickly this year
Affecting the froggies that we all hold so dear.

Some tadpoles are nestled all snug in their beds,
While memories of the old year dance in their heads;
And Grandma on her lilly pad, and Papa on the banks,
Have hearts full of gratitude and feeling of thanks.

Although events  this year often left us sadder,
They have an inkling of things that really do matter.

Away to the North they swam in a flash
With hopes of a vacation & a Christmas Bash.
The blizzard came too and new-fallen snow
It Froze ponds, rivers,  and roadways below.

When what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature snowplow, and shovelers dear.
With a little old frogger efficient and quick,
They knew in a  moment the roads would be slick.

More rapid than weasels departure time came,
And they splashed and shouted and called out by name,
Bye Andi, Bye Matthew Bye Luke and Bye Ashleigh.
Bye Timmy, Bye Brenda, Bye Aubrey, and Chloe

Now tadpoles, just see Grandma's a fixin'
To swim away home, her flippers are flexin'.
To the top of the pond, if the kicking don't stall
Now home again, home again, home again, all!

Gramdma  and Papa packed up buzzing as flies
That met with no obstacles while traveling on ice.
So up to the tie strings the presents they packed
With their bags full of luggage they headed on back.

And then with threshing, they heard out on the road,
The hopping and splashing of each little toad.
As they forged ahead without turning around
Down the roadway the littlest tadpole came with a bound.

She was dressed in green from her head to her tail
The distance was was covered.  She jumped with a yell
Into the bundle of presents flung onto their backs
But they just kept swimming, they had to make tracks.
 

The tadpole's eyes  how they twinkled, Her warts were just merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, she was so light to carry!
Papa's old jaw, he dropped with alarm
Stoking his beard with his tired old arm.

Opportunity is ripe suggested old Grandma frog
As she thought,  it circled her head as the tail of a dog.
She had a greenish grin and a little round belly
That shook as the thought like a bowlful of jelly.

Papa just chuckled, a right jolly old toad
And he laughed as he listened to Grandma so bold.
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
Let Grandma know they had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but scribbled a short little note
Then showed it to Grandma and turned with a gloat;
And laying the letter inside the mail slot
And giving a rivit down the road they both hopped.

Papa slung on his bag, to his wife gave a whistle
And away they all swam like a firing missle
But you'll hear him exclaim, ere they swims out of site
Merry Christmas to all, we're richer tonight!

Our White Christmas

The sun is shining and the snow glistens in the sunlight.  It's quite different than it was last night when we returned to our home at Davenport Cottage after sharing the evening with the Bonnichsens.  I understand that it is just the lull in the weather before the next storm.

It has been so wonderful to listen to Aubrey play the piano and laugh and enjoy life.  Yesterday, she spent the day without her eye patch.  She was patient and pleasant as her little sister, Chloe, asked her a plethora of questions.  This is the Aubrey that I love to see.

Chloe is having a hard time waiting for the calendar to change to zero.  She is determined that she is going to open a present as soon as possible.  

She is adjusting to her new eye glasses.  She looks quite attractive, but the lettering on the lenses is quite annoying.  I've never seen anyone who cleans the lenses more often.  She keeps her lens cloth and cleaning solvent in the Sponge Bob Square Pants case that the optometrist so thoughtfully provided.

This has been a wonderful Christmas.  We've been able to enjoy both of our daughters and their families.  


I apologize for the quality of the pictures of Andi's family.  I had left my camera in the car and a frozen battery kept it from working.  These were taken with my cell phone.

Lexophile phoolishness

•  A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.
•  A thief who stole a calendar got 12 months.
  
• Santa’s helpers are subordinate clauses.
  
•  A backward poet writes inverse.
• In a democracy it's your vote that counts; in feudalism, it's your Count that votes.
  
• When she saw her first strands of gray hair, she thought she’d dye.
• A lot of money is tainted: ‘Taint yours, and ‘taint mine.
• A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.
• A will is a dead giveaway
• A short fortune teller escaped from prison.
  He was a small medium at large.

Just a Badly Needed Update

(Sorry, but I couldn't figure out how to let you click on the pictures to make them bigger.)

Since I have been neglecting updating anything on me, and people have asked me to, I thought I'd just add a bunch of pictures I've taken from Japan. To start out at least. I have fixed these all up so that they look better, or more how they really looked than my camera could make them. But these are just some of the best I took. I took over about 1000 pictures.

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In school, I have been involved in Cross Country. Just managing though. 

I have also been working on art in my AP Art class. I decided to work on photography in it, since it is the quickest and easiest thing in art for me to do. I am pretty well centered in art, but I take forever to do anything. So here are some pieces I'll be using in my portfolio, or possibly using. As well as just some extra things I've been working on. I'll give a little explanation for each too I guess.

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These I did last year. The one on the left is called Low Five, and I painted it in my Painting 2 class using acrylic. The one on the right is called Dead Tree, and I did it in my Drawing 1 class using chalk pastels.

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These four pictures were taken in Japan. I liked them enough though to use them in my portfolio. They were each taken in various places, except the last two, which were taken in a garden that was a couple blocks from one of our hotels.

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These are all self portraits I took. All of them I believe I'm going to use the the portfolio. The first picture I took a while ago. It has so many variations, and I have used it so many different times. It is by far my most used image. This variation is the last one I made though. It is collaborated with two pages I made in my Artist's Journal I made last year during that class.

The middle one I took, and I tweeked the colors, brightness, contrast, all that good stuff.

And the final one is a piece that I threw together using different pictures of my eyes. Each one has a different color style that I used. 

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These are just random pictures I took when I was bored that ended up being good. I did change them up, but that's basically it.

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This last one is one of the very first pictures I took when I first got my camera. It is largely cropped, and I changed the colors drastically, as you can see. But it is one of my first.