Ordinary Extra – Monday Mundane
Ordinary Extra – June 5, 2023. Monday Mundane.
Monday morning, the rain fell softly and quietly in its overcast scene. The wet gray scene did not inspire anyone in our home to rise, shine, and hit the ground running.
Monday morning, the rain fell softly and quietly in its overcast scene. The wet gray scene did not inspire anyone in our home to rise, shine, and hit the ground running.
My day started early with the threat of high heat and then cold front bringing storms and rain. But the morning was gorgeous. The sun climbed and another gift from God had dawned.
When it comes right down to it, no, it doesn’t get easier. We hugged and said our goodbyes. He got in the car to leave and we talked through the open window.
I was up early. I had things to do and miles to cover. But I was blessed to see the sunrise. The last May sunrise of 2023. I took three pictures just a few dozen seconds apart and the colors changed. God’s handiwork never ceases to amaze me.
While sitting in my backyard during the early morning hours this weekend while sipping hot coffee, I took time to pray, to ponder, and to slow down. I slowed down in order to embrace the quality of life I am fortunate to have.
A night of broken sleep led to another cool, early morning. I didn’t rest as well as I wanted to but I was better rested than when I went to sleep the night before. I started moving, and praying along the way, to go forward and go with the flow.
May 14, 2023 – Mother’s Day – The Chosen Mother’s Day 2023 was approaching and I started to think on the subject a little more intently than I usually do. As strange as this…
May, 2023 – To My Friend, Ben – It was November, 2015 and despite having three older kids that played sports, including varsity sports at Goffstown High School, we had not experienced hockey at GHS…
Thank you Coach Slocum, not just for the 16 years. But for the joys, the celebrations, and maybe even a few tears.
Undaunted by adversity, and what others may deem; you were fair and honest. Years weren’t about you, but rather, the team.
Your teams exceeded predictions and set records, the wins they did amass. But nobody can take away your 16 seasons of exuding class.
The program must carry on, but it, I, will miss you. And this winter when I’m in the booth, I hope you’ll be on a beach, with a view.
I know that you would be the last one to do what I am about to do, but this one, Ben, this one is all about you.
So, spring of ’23 and I roll out some words in this rhyme, a Thank You Coach Slocum, words and numbers one last time.
April 14, 2023: I am missing my Dad. It has been seven years. 7 years not here. Dad, I miss you. But, how could I ever question God’s perfect timing. I know you are in your heavenly home and that thought alone makes me smile.
Last week I had a dream that my Aunt Thetis would be called home to heaven on December 12th. We all knew she had been suffering. God did call her home, regardless of my dream, on Monday, December 12th, 2022. Her suffering is no more.
A place I remembered well, where dreams were born, and memories made.
This was where children learned, loved, laughed, growing while they played.
June 12, 2022 ~ Lloyd Alton Peterson
Like so many times before, I get to this space, and the page is blank. I am contending with countless thoughts, but none of them are a beginning. Memories speed past me like pickup trucks would if I were standing still on the shoulder of I-95 between Old Town and Island Falls.
The picture is of fireworks lighting up the night sky. And my mind went to a couple of places.
Then there is also “Firework”, which is a song. It was Katy Perry who sang it something like this…
The other day this verse came across one of the feeds that I do read every day. On that same day, I had conversations with a few different people in different places, at different times,…
I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, help to effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and a listen. Spend some time on yourself. Nothing but truth here. You are worth it. Share it. Pay it forward.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and a listen. Spend a little bit of time on yourself. You are worth it. Share it. Pay it forward.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and a listen. Spend a little bit of time on yourself. You are worth it. Share it. Pay it forward.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and spend a little bit of time on yourself.
I have held an idea about this kind of thing for many years, but I have not really taken my idea seriously. Until recently. I hope these little inserts reach many people from week to week, and more importantly, effect lives in a positive way. Have a look and spend a little bit of time on yourself.
You’re going to think I’m nuts, if you don’t think so already. For months now, I have not slept well or often enough. Nearly all of my physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional energy has been…
Hopefully this hockey season will go down as the most peculiar season of all time, and as the only one of it’s kind. Despite all of the misinformation and uncertainty, it was a near miracle that there was a season at all. I would be a complete fraud if I didn’t also promote the idea of how incredibly uplifting it was to play games, to embrace competition, and to know that the kids were simply able to play. Easily the happiest of my leisure activities over the winter, was watching the kids play. Kids playing the sport they love, as they should.
There I Can’t Wait To Be.
It was early this morning, cold and dark, and I was humbled in prayer
For my Uncle I asked that God’s will be done, was he better here, or up there?
Jefferson, NH sunset. It was a few hours until Veteran’s Day but I was thinking about those who have served, and still do. Thank you.
I was driving in New Hampshire, headed toward the beautiful Lake Winnipesaukee area on Tuesday evening when I got the message from my Mom. My Aunt Shirley had passed away, up in New Brunswick, Canada.
Just when the hours were no longer fitting into each day. And many nights found me weeping, head in my hands. Thoughts were reactive and words seemed only for display. All creative energy was emptied just meeting demands.
From Sullivan Arena, St. Anselm College, Goffstown, NH – Wednesday night, February 12, 2020
Goffstown finally returned to their home ice after 32 days away from Sullivan Arena. They played host to John Stark – Hopkinton (JSH), one of the better teams in NH high school hockey. The Grizzlies fell behind 3-0 and clawed back to tie things up, sending the game to overtime. Ultimately, the visitors won the game, 4-3 in another instant classic between these two programs. The Battle of 114. I will try to tell you a little bit about it. I hope you enjoy.
On Wednesday night, February 12th, 2020, Goffstown hosts John Stark-Hopkinton in NHIAA varsity hockey. This is going to be a big night! Please join us! All proceeds from the gate will be donated to the…
I didn’t know about the website or the event. I just knew that this scene grabbed my attention when I drove by it one day. I love our flag. It’s even better when there are a lot of them. I love our veterans. This little field made me stop and look at it again. I have been by there several times since.
Maybe it’s just me but for most of my life I never really stopped to think about heroes. I mean I had all kinds of sports heroes I guess, but I certainly didn’t think of these people, athletes, or whomever as heroes. When I was young I enjoyed Saturday morning cartoons and the Super Friends, but that wasn’t realistic to me. There were cowboys from TV shows and black and white movies that I wished I could be. And there were my favorites, the Indians, the Native Americans, the people that were already on this continent that I really wanted to be. I fell in love with the images and stories of these people.
Numerous folks were looking for information regarding services or a gathering to remember/celebrate Shane. Thanks to family and friends I have the following information to share if anyone needs it or wants it. Thank you for all those who have reached out, and/or shared stories, memories, or thoughts. Please feel free to continue commenting here as Shane’s life can continue to be written and remembered for some time to come. Thank you.