My Ramblings
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measuring time
How you measure time often depends on where you are in life, what drives you mad or wild, your goals or lack of goals. If you are pregnant, time is marked by the girth of your belly that indicates another week has gone by. If you are writing your first novel, time is measured by Read more
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if i were to build a car
the steering wheel will be in the middle of the dashboard the gear shift will have a digital window that tells me which gear I’m on even the base model will have heated, massage seats it will be blind spot proof it will parallel park on its own Read more
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10 things I loved when I was 10 I’ll enjoy even at 100
1. Anything mango 2. Anything chocolate 3. Furry little non-shedding things that go “woof” (and not meow) 4. A good laugh 5. Colored pencils and a coloring book 6. Sassy, snarky comments 7. Clean, crisp white sheets 8. Balloons 9. Train rides 10. The Reader’s Digest Read more
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the pink chicken
In 2003 we spent seven wonderful days in a beachfront resort in Bali. It was so beachfront that in the mornings the oceans waves would splash over the walls and into the pool that was right in front on our condo. We hardly ever the resort except for a meal. And every time we’d walk Read more
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strife in the land of peace
An email I sent a friend back in 2006 The strike has been on full swing. Yesterday was the fourth and supposedly the final day. Roy has been itching to defy the strike and go into Kathmandu. Yesterday he got his chance when a patient had to be transferred to a KTM hospital. He rode Read more
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the best kind of rainbow
Who doesn’t love a rainbow! I remember the first time I saw my first complete, Roygbiv-perfect double rainbow. It has been my favorite rainbow ever since. The kids and I were tagging along on another one of Roy’s business road trips. This time it was Maryland’s Eastern Shore. Roy was done with his appointments earlier Read more
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mother: looking glass
You know the nursery rhyme “What are little girls made of—sugar and spice and everything nice?” Well, that was not me. I was more like the little girl who “when good was very good but when she was bad, was horrid.” Except that I was hardly ever good. My earliest memory is the loss of Read more
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warm fuzzies: when a child parents the parent
I got this email from my son today and it made me feel proud of the man he is. From: Jez Kline Date: April 30, 2011 6:39:14 PM PDT To: Fylvia Kline Subject: Luke 12:25 “And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?” Told you worrying was pointless. Sent from Read more
SAYS FYL 