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Doppleganger

In fiction and folklore, a doppelgänger (German “double walker”) (pronounced [ˈdɔpəlˌɡɛŋɐ] ( listen)) is a paranormaldouble of a living person, typically representing evil or misfortune. 

In modern vernacular it is simply any double or look-alike of a person.

It also describes the sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision, in a position where there is no chance that it could have been a reflection. Doppelgängers often are perceived as a sinister form of bilocation and are regarded by some to be harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgänger seen by a person’s friends or relatives portends illness or danger, while seeing one’s own doppelgänger is an omen of death.

Do you see me in this photo?  Lots of people have.  This photo was circulating at the reunion that I attended in St. Cloud, MN with dad the first weekend in August.

The lady sitting with the baby on her lap resembles me quite a bit.  She’s my great grandmother on my dad’s side.  She was born in 1889.  This photo was taken in 1912 or 1913.  I am thankful to have it as I think it’s really cool and totally amazing.  By the way, she was German. 

I clean with a guy from Ecuador a couple of nights a week.  The other night he asked me if I was of European decent.  I told him that could cover a pretty broad range.  Then he said he lived in a Polish-German hood in Chicago for years.  He said I resembled the women in that community.  This just keeps getting weirder all the time.

Stranger yet, my dad just called me in the middle of this post to see if one of my cousins from the reunion had contacted me yet.  I told him that she had.  Strange indeed.

This is a photo taken of me last year, 2011.


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Whirlwind Weekend In St. Cloud Minnesota

My parents divorced when I was in elementary school.  My dad liked to drink a little too much and I’m sure my mom was tired of it.  I know I was.  All bad marriage/divorce things aside, I’ve stayed in touch with my father over the years.  Sometimes a little and sometimes a lot.  Of course we did live in the same city for a few years.  Then he moved away to Tulsa, then he moved back to Springfield and then he moved to Kansas City where he lives today.  No big deal.  Phones do work and they do work both ways and I’m old enough to realize that now.

My dad called a few weeks ago and asked me if I wanted to attend a reunion in Minnesota with his side of the family.  At first I was excited.  But at the same time I figured he didn’t have a vehicle that would make it so I would play taxi.  I set that latter thought aside and made some quick switching around at work and by the next day, we were making plans to go.  I told my daughter that she was going with us and she was less than overly excited.

My dad is in his early seventies.  I know that our parents do not live forever and I figured this would be a great time for us to spend together traveling in the car.  I don’t remember much about his side of the family.  I do remember his mom quite a bit though.  She lived in a big house that I thought looked haunted and she lived there all alone.  She liked to watch TV and smoke in her kitchen and I always felt like she didn’t like kids.  I didn’t really like going there that much and I did voice my opinion on that deal.  My mom’s side of the family was a different story.  They were fun, kid-friendly people and I always felt welcome there.  For that, I was thankful.

My dad said we would be staying with his cousin Mary Ann.  She and dad are about the same age.  I don’t remember ever meeting her of course.  She had lived in New Orleans, had been through Katrina, had lost her husband to cancer and since moved back to St. Cloud.  We arrived safe and sound at her place around dinnertime and she came out to greet us wearing an orangish-red summery dress with a white sweater over it.  She was also barefoot and when I noticed that, I knew she was most likely going to be cool.  And she was.

Her patio home had been remodeled so it was pretty nice.  Her wood floors were walnut I think and I felt like I was walking on one of those smooth walnut bowls that you see in Branson.  Her yard also backed up to a school so the open space was really nice.  And of course, everything was green.  I took several walks barefoot in the soft, bluegrass and the cool, fresh air was such a shift from the way our summer here in Missouri has been.  I think the people there thought we’d never seen anything green before.  My favorite part of her home was her sun porch paneled with light pine.  We had sandwiches and coffee out there.  Of course if I’d been there another day or two I would’ve dug my yoga mat out and stretched out a bit. 

We arrived Saturday evening and on Sunday we headed to a park for the reunion.  Of course, I only remembered two people there and it was awesome to see them.  I only wish we would’ve had more time.  There were so many people to meet, old photos to look at and of course so much food to consume that time flew by.  It was really a nice reunion and I wish my sister could’ve been there and my brother too.

Mary Ann had a wonderful photo album with some great old information as well as old photos.  Oddly, there is a photo in that album of my great grandmother when she was younger and she looks almost exactly like me.  She is going to have that photo copied and sent to me.  I will post it on here when it arrives.  Here’s a good photo of dad and Mary Ann, this was around 7 in the morning on Monday just before we headed back home.

Before we could get on the highway, dad took us around to some old houses that he remembered spending time at.  The most impressive was this one.  I guess his grandma lived there when he was 10.  This house was pretty much ginormous and the backyard was pretty much the Mississippi River.  That was pretty cool.

We arrived home on Monday evening around 9:30.  Lauren pretty much acted like she didn’t have a good time, but I know she did.  There were no kids her age there at all so I know she was bored.  Luckily (I never thought I’d say this) she had her iPhone for entertainment and I didn’t scold her for using it.

Though this was a short trip, it was definitely one that I will not forget.  I think we all reach an age where time gets more important and so do the people that we share that time with.  I am thankful that my father asked me to go on this journey and definitely extend my gratitude to Mary Ann for her hospitality.  St. Cloud Minnesota was truly a beautiful place to be the first weekend of August 2012.


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Travelin’ Fool

I came home from Eureka Springs on Wednesday only to leave again on Friday.

This time it was to the exciting town of Bolivar, Missouri for the Kukal Family Reunion.  This shin dig only happens once every two years for my father-in-law’s side.  My mother-in-law on the other hand, has a family reunion every single year, in the same big town of  Bolivar.  I’d never been to Bolivar before I met Frank.  Several of his relatives live on farms so that’s always on the agenda.

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I didn’t grow up on a farm nor did I ever spend any time on or around a farming community.  Frank’s aunt has a lovely, huge garden where she grows the best sweet corn ever.  Of  course she grows all the other good stuff too.  Sporadically throughout her garden she’s planted beautiful flowers.  I just got a new camera and this was my first venture with it.  I had a great time with the macro option.IMG_0121  I took all these with the auto settings.  Need to read up on the manual stuff.

 

 

 

 

 

  

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For lunch we met at a church.  Around the church, I looked for things to take pictures of.  I found a wasp nest, a bunny and some baby birds. 

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I spent a lot of time playing with my new camera and reading a book.  I’m not an anti-social person.  But, I am five years new to this family and when every one has known every one since they day they were born…..well, you get the idea.  I will miss the next reunion the end of this month as I’ll be in Florida.  Hopefully taking lots of great photos with my new camera that I will have learned much more about.  Until then, it’s back to the regular grind until July 21st.


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The Yoga Sub, Projects and Family Reunions

This, has been a week.  My good yoga teacher friend, decided to take a little trek to Sante Fe, NM to take some classes with a great teacher.  I took from him once, when he came to St. Louis.  He has vast anatomy knowledge and had a way of teaching it that made everyone want to stay awake!  She’ll be back today.  Good deal.  I taught 4 extra classes this week.  I’m feeling 41, probably because I am.   Since I lost my great yoga job at the City, I haven’t been teaching in the evenings.  So, I subbed 3 nights in a row, on top of my normal gigs.  Last night at the Y were two classes, back to back.  Whoa.  The first one Level One, second Level Two.  I left there feeling like I gave the Level One class more than I did the Level Two.  I was drained.  Not just from the teaching.  My kids are way busy.  We had 3 swim parties and a sleepover, a trip to Silver Dollar City (not me, the kids) the laundry, the grocery store, the usual with extra running.

I didn’t ride my bike to class last night.  I rode it yesterday to MSU to teach at noon. #1- I’ve been saving some gas and it’s good for me.  #2 – I got a parking ticket that will cost me $23, wow.  I’ve never purchased a parking sticker for the summer, but I guess I will now!  To make matters worse, she was placing the ticket on my windshield as I walked up to my car.  That’s a drag. There were only like 12 cars in the whole lot, plus I’m only over there for like 90 minutes, sheesh!

My glass tile arrived yesterday.  In order to get like 3 sheets of glass tile, search ebay or the internet for other sources.  A specialty tile store here in town, let me know I had to order a case of this crap if I wanted some.  Puhlease.  They are a TILE store, they should have this stuff all over the place!  I’m thinking, remnants, returns, you know what I mean?  But no.  So, the glass tile I got from the internet shows up.  It’s gorgeous, shimmery, iridescent and, well, very yellow.  It was called Pale Ale, I’m thinking beer not lemonade.  I have to return it, not enough contrast for what I’m trying to do.  So, I think I’ll try this instead.

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It actually looks like gray/black slate when the light isn’t hitting it.  It’s on ebay, and cheaper than the other tile I just ordered, go figure.  I can’t imagine doing my entire backsplash with glass and being able to actually afford it!  This stuff can run up to $30 a square foot, but you know, I teach yoga.  Not the highest paying career in the world.

Speaking of yoga, I teach in 45 minutes, so I’d better get with it.  After teaching, we are off for the weekend to Bolivar, MO to the huge Campbell Family Reunion – my husband’s side.  I will try to control myself while we are there.  All we do is sit around, talk and eat.  I do bring my yoga mat to this thing, every – single – year.  Enough said.