joyful joy

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Things have been busy at the Oasis. But here are stome stories from last week's group. The suggestion made by one of our participants was for people to write a story about the best thing they could think of. I expanded the suggestion to cover best memories and best fantasies. Here's what they came up with:

The Birth of my First Grandchild, by Anonymous Woman

When I was told about my youngest son's wife being pregnant, I was just thrilled and overcom ewith joy. My first grandchild!

When my son's wife was six months along, I went shopping crazy! I bought over $300.00 worth of baby things. Bassanet, crib, changing table, stroller, car seat, two baby carriers, one for the front and one for the back, over $50.00 in clothes and diapers, lotions, bath soap, baby powder, diaper rash cream, bottles and nipples, powdered milk, juices, bowl and spoons, cereal, blankets and sheets for the crib and bassonet, diaper pail, etc, etc.

Oct 30, 1993, a day before Halloween, she went into labor. I know the people on the labor and delivery floor from working there before. So I was able to be in the delivery room. I got to hold my first grandson and it was awesome!



Memory, by Dilly Scott

One of the sweetest things I remember was that Teddy, Kiki and I went out early one October morning and it was the last nice weekend of the summer in 1990. I loved the kitten at first sight. His tail was short. He was about three and a half months old. I was going to put Teddy back long enough to see about him, but Mr. Lambert handed me Fuzzy saying they wanted him safe so they could go to the beach. He was the third kitty, so I put him on my dad's tummy and he woke up to a sweet, cute, orange and white face. We argued a little, but it was just over his name. My dad was delighted. So we had Fuzzy for two years. I miss him yet. He was cuddly.



The Power of Lonliness, by Andi

My fantasy would be to have someone who cared for me, to hug me and want to be with me. Then we would win the lottory and just enjoy each other for the rest of our lives, with a house full of animals of course.

I am severely tired of being alone. For some reason lately the "S" word has been running through my mind, but I know that would be wrong and extremely selfish. We have to stick it out no matter how bad things get.

Why do we live in such a superficial society? I wonder why "superficial" is an actual, existing word? Why does it exist? I guess it's here to give us something to endure. Some kind of test.

fantasy planet

Today someone in group suggested we write about our fantasy planet -- our idea of the perfect planet to live on. Here's what everyone came up with.



A Fantasy Planet, by Anonymous Woman

My fantasy planet would be the Planet of Love, Venus. The buildings would be one large community, with miles in both directions, with several floors and a couple of shopping malls, with everything from groceries to building materials, gift shops, etc. We could have picture T.V.s and computers.

Because it is the Planet of Love, we would have many singles places to go to. Plus, several places that would hook you up with your ideal mate. Then we'd have homes and houses on large acreages so you can expand as your family grows.



Planet, by Murphee

The first time I saw the turqoise hills of our new home, I was speechless. Having spent five years in cryosleep was all worthwhile.

The sky was a distinctive lavendar as it was what we were told was mid-day. Looking around, I saw vegetation in all colors, some that reminded me of Earth and others that were totally different.

One of my fellow travelers interrupted my "sight seeing," saying, "You can see it all later. We have to set up camp or we sleep out doors." He was right so I started hauling supplies and grouping them where I was told.

After a long day of set up, we all stopped to eat and assign quarters. The unmarrieds or unattached personnel went to the dorms. The marrieds made due with rooms, sometimes sharing with supplies until we could build our colony up to individual units.

While eating, I noticed the sky had become a beautiful shade of purple, darkening as the sun set. Then I saw the two moons. It was so different than a science fiction movie depiction. Very hard for me to put into words. One was full and the other was half full. This, I found out, was normal -- they would very rarely both be full at the same time.

Yawning and stretching I ended my day by heading for the dorm and bed.



Living on a Planet, by Anonymous Woman Two

If I could live on a different planet, it would be a planet with no crimes and just love everywhere, everyone would get along and be happy there would be trees and rivers and lakes everywhere. There would be no illnesses and just harmony. People would be free to move about anywhere and anyway they want. If you wanted to go somewhere and didn't want to spend a lot of time getting there all you would have to do is think yourself there. There would be no pain or sadness in this place. There would also be lots of wild animals and horses.



Blessing, by Dilly Scott

The Lord guided them to the Planet. They planted a flag with a new symbol: a horse and a dolphin. They had pot luck and singing. The planet was healed again. The creatures gathered round the water's edge.

The little flying flitters were a fun way to discover more than any machine could tell them. They were small and fast. They were all supposed to be able to cover several light years if necessary for any return trip.

They held hands in a circle and said the Lord's Prayer.

A pegasus landed near Douglas's feet. Dilly held out her hand at it whinnied softly and Dougless nodded to her. She took three apples and climbed gently aboard and the huge, lovely, light-colored animal flew away with her.