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So what.

Can't write anything.

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Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

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Hoist The Colors

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

= Ralph Waldo Emerson =

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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published by Kates-Boylston

A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks
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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

And We'll Sing It All The Time
  • Elements Series: Fire
    Elements Series: Fire
    by Peter Kater
  • Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    by Danny Wright
  • Grace
    Grace
    Old World Records
  • The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    Stone Angel Music, Inc.
  • Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Real Music
  • Copia
    Copia
    Temporary Residence Ltd.
  • The Poet: Romances for Cello
    The Poet: Romances for Cello
    Spring Hill Music
  • Nightfall
    Nightfall
    Narada Productions, Inc.
  • Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
    Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
    RCA
  • The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
    The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
    by William Voegeli
  • The Art of Memoir
    The Art of Memoir
    by Mary Karr
  • The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    by Emily Dickinson
  • Till I End My Song: A Gathering of Last Poems
    Till I End My Song: A Gathering of Last Poems
    by Harold Bloom
  • On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    by William Zinsser
  • Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    by Steven Milloy
  • The Amateur
    The Amateur
    by Edward Klein
  • Hating Jesus: The American Left's War on Christianity
    Hating Jesus: The American Left's War on Christianity
    by Matt Barber, Paul Hair
  • In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms
    In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms
    by Dr. Laura Schlessinger
  • Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    by Tod Benoit
  • The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie: A Flavia de Luce Mystery
    The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie: A Flavia de Luce Mystery
    by Alan Bradley
  • The Black Bard of North Carolina: George Moses Horton and His Poetry (Chapel Hill Books)
    The Black Bard of North Carolina: George Moses Horton and His Poetry (Chapel Hill Books)
    The University of North Carolina Press
  • Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    by Andrew Breitbart
  • 11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    by Paul Kengor
  • Curtains: Adventures of an Undertaker-in-Training
    Curtains: Adventures of an Undertaker-in-Training
    by Tom Jokinen
  • Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    by Matthew Rolston
  • Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    by Todd Harra, Ken McKenzie
  • America's Steadfast Dream
    America's Steadfast Dream
    by E. Merrill Root
  • Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    by Alexandra Day
  • Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    by Lynne Truss
  • The American Way of Death Revisited
    The American Way of Death Revisited
    by Jessica Mitford
  • In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    Master Books
  • Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    by Peter Schweizer
  • Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    by Brannon Howse
  • Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    by Eleanor Alexander
The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Easy On The Goods
  • Waiting for
    Waiting for "Superman"
    starring Geoffrey Canada, Michelle Rhee
  • The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    starring Bette Davis, Ernest Borgnine, Debbie Reynolds, Barry Fitzgerald, Rod Taylor
  • Bernie
    Bernie
    starring Jack Black, Shirley MacLaine, Matthew McConaughey
  • Remember the Night
    Remember the Night
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray, Beulah Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, Sterling Holloway
  • The Ox-Bow Incident
    The Ox-Bow Incident
    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
  • The Bad Seed
    The Bad Seed
    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
  • Shadow of a Doubt
    Shadow of a Doubt
    starring Teresa Wright, Joseph Cotten, Macdonald Carey, Patricia Collinge, Henry Travers
  • The More The Merrier
    The More The Merrier
    starring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea, Charles Coburn, Bruce Bennett, Ann Savage
  • Act of Valor
    Act of Valor
    starring Alex Veadov, Roselyn Sanchez, Nestor Serrano
  • Deep Water
    Deep Water
    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
  • Sunset Boulevard
    Sunset Boulevard
    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
  • Penny Serenade
    Penny Serenade
    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
  • Double Indemnity
    Double Indemnity
    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
  • Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    starring Gary Anthony Williams
  • Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Passion River
  • It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
  • Stella Dallas
    Stella Dallas
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
  • The Iron Lady
    The Iron Lady
    starring Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Harry Lloyd, Anthony Head, Alexandra Roach
  • Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    starring Peter Sallis, Anne Reid, Sally Lindsay, Melissa Collier, Sarah Laborde
  • The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    starring Red Balloon
  • Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    starring William Holden, Don Taylor, Otto Preminger, Robert Strauss, Harvey Lembeck
  • The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
  • My Dog Skip
    My Dog Skip
    starring Frankie Muniz, Diane Lane, Luke Wilson, Kevin Bacon
  • Sabrina
    Sabrina
    starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Walter Hampden, John Williams
  • The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
  • Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    starring Johnny Depp, Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Jack Davenport
  • Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    starring Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, John Loder
  • The Trip To Bountiful
    The Trip To Bountiful
  • Hold Back the Dawn [DVD] Charles Boyer; Olivia de Havilland; Paulette Goddard
    Hold Back the Dawn [DVD] Charles Boyer; Olivia de Havilland; Paulette Goddard
That Dog Is Never Going To Move

~ RIP JAVIER ~

1999-2016

Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

Simple. Easy To Remember.

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Wednesday
Sep212016

Black Dresses Matter

For Dagny's second birthday in June, I was determined to buy her a closetful of at least one little black dress.

So I began clicking and faster than you can say Coco Chanel, I found the little-little black dress shop.

Booyah. I ordered two.

Dress one is sleeveless with an empire waist, tiered skirt, and a rosette at the shoulder. It is made of the tiniest baby-wale corduroy I've ever seen.

Erica promptly made a pearl necklace for Dagny to wear with the dress.

We popped the glamourous garment on our Dag and right away she knew it was special.

She didn't have to be told to pose.

Dagny is comfortable in front of the camera.

Even so, she surprised me that day.

Normally she's exceptionally buoyant and giddy.

But when she put on the LBD and was placed barefoot on an armless velvet loveseat, she began to emote.

As we moved her from one spot to another, she seemed to become more, rather than less, contemplative.

And although there was plenty of laughter throughout (as well as some frustration because I never feel I'm getting the shot I really want), I'll remember it as a shoot of Dagny being uncharacteristically serious.

Serious about wearing black? She must be my granddaughter. Work it, girl.

Because black dresses matter.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Wednesday

Monday
Sep192016

Looking good

So I'm bopping along in the grocery store last week.

I had a list. No snack cakes were on my list.

Perhaps I should explain.

In my kitchen is a large jar. It is meant to hold treats for all and sundry who may be in my kitchen and be in need of a treat.

However, since we were so busy all summer (more on that later), the jar has been empty for weeks.

It was like, if you're dropping by, best BYOT. Bring Your Own Treat. There was plenty of cold water on hand with which to wash your brown-bag treat down.

But with autumn looming and summer's dust settling, I got all snack-cakey again.

One day I trolled the Little Debbie section looking for pumpkin-type cakes. None were evident, so Star Crunch and Zebra Brownies were purchased and appeared in the jar.

The Zebra Brownies went over like a ham sandwich in a synagogue. I ate one and had nightmares for a week.

Andrew took one bite and threw the rest away. They are truly horrible. Do not go there.

Somehow only three two-packs remained and when I saw my grandchildren a few days ago, I gave them each one. I warned them of the disgusting nature of the Zebra Brownies but they appeared unfazed.

Ah, youth.

So anyway, I was waiting for Little Debbie to come out with some fall-inspired cakes. On the day in question, however, snack cakes were not on my radar.

Then, as I strolled by the cookie and cracker aisle -- having no need to turn therein -- a pretty lady accosted me.

Her anxiety was apparent. Do you know where the Rice Krispies Treats are? She asked, grabbing the handle of my grocery cart as if I might try to get away.

No, I said -- I was bewildered and I'll tell you why in a sec -- Maybe in the cookie and cracker aisle?

She gestured helplessly behind her. No, she said. I just looked there!

Then, maybe with the Little Debbie cakes? I suggested.

(Because as you may well be aware, at Walmart the Little Debbie cakes are not on the cookie and cracker aisle. For some reason known only to the Lord, they are across from the pickles.)

But back to my bewilderment. I had actually been thinking about Rice Krispies Treats very recently.

I thought you had to make them. It has been twenty years since I made Rice Krispies Treats. In my opinion they are too much sticky back-breaking work for the payoff.

But -- you can buy them ready-made? The revelation was like a lightning bolt.

I looked at my frantic fellow shopper. I didn't even know you could buy Rice Krispies Treats at the store, I revealed, hoping for more information.

Oh yes! They come in a box! She assured me, then ranted: I have a little old lady friend in a nursing home and she is craving them!

The look in her eye was wild as she released my cart and turned away.

The vision of an elderly person wanting some simple treat they could not have tortured me. Someone had asked for my help. I was eager to serve my fellow man.

Plus I had a sudden burning need to know where Walmart kept the Rice Krispies Treats.

Thus I trotted to the Little Debbie section and quickly scanned the shelves. Nothing remotely resembling a Rice Krispies Treat resided there.

A brilliant thought struck me: The bakery! Sometimes there are snack-type treats on shelves in the bakery section. By the bread and bagels and buns.

I high-tailed it over there and ... bingo! Rice Krispies Treats! They were in a sort of cardboard tray rather than a proper box. Cellophane covered them. They were huge squares. My mouth watered.

I popped two packages of those babies in my cart and began searching for the desperate shopper who had wisely sought my assistance.

It took awhile but I was determined and eventually I saw her, approximately ten grocery-cart-lengths away. I began waving a package of the Rice Krispies Treats. 

Did you find them? I hollered. And even as I did, I spotted the iconic blue box in her cart. It looked like a box of Rice Krispies cereal -- silly-hatted Snap Crackle and Pop characters and all -- but it was an unfamiliar size.

My new friend lit up. Yes! she replied, and pointed. By then I was alongside her cart. The bigger-than-a-breadbox carton of Original Rice Krispies Treats took up a significant amount of room in the bottom.

They were in the cereal aisle! She pointed behind her because as it turns out, that's where we were. My little old lady in the nursing home will be so happy! These will last her a long time!

Indeed, the box seemed to be at least a 54-count. Secretly I prayed her friend would live long enough to savor every last errant crumb of gooey Rice Krispies Treat.

I declined to show the happy lady the cellophane-wrapped Rice Krispies Treats I'd found in the bakery section. It was clear I'd gotten it all wrong.

We said our fond happy goodbyes.

I wandered down the cereal aisle, wanting to appear casual but in fact, dead serious. I was looking for the name-brand ready-made Rice Krispies Treats. The kind that, six or seven minutes previously, I had not even known existed.

And I found them! Original and Cocoa Krispies kinds!

Yes. I bought both. Turns out they don't exactly taste like the ones you make but, like most highly-processed snack foods, the more you choke down, the more they grow on you.

And it's so easy. Simply tear off the wrapper and get ready for a primo sugar rush accompanied by a dash of blink-or-you'll-miss-it nostalgia.

The shiny blue-and-brown-wrapped Rice Krispies Treats filled my snack jar, to the surprise and delight of all who spied them there. There were so many bars, they wouldn't all fit. I had to stash some in the cupboard.

Those quickly filled space in the jar as the level of Rice Krispies Treats went down. Soon the jar will be empty. But not to worry. As my TG is fond of saying: There's more at the store.

Speaking of which: Little Debbie has come out with Pumpkin Delights and Fall Party Cakes. In addition to both flavors of Rice Krispies Treats, those got bought and dumped into the jar too, to keep brief company with a few leftover Star Crunch.

Prompting my sincere sentiment to you as we teeter on the brink of the Fall Equinox: If Little Debbie Fall Party Cakes come, can Little Debbie Christmas Tree Cakes be far behind?

I think not.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday :: Happy Week

Friday
Sep022016

Save it for a rainy day

Yesterday, right on cue, the first acorns fell from the oak, hitting the roof like little grenades.

September first. Mmmmmm September. Next comes October, then November, then ...

Well. You know. My four faves, month-wise.

And today? Tropical Storm Hermine has made her presence known in a damp and determined way.

She's a gutsy lady. And loud. The rain has been drumming down for hours.

Tomorrow, sunshine and highs in the eighties are once again in the forecast.

I'm pretty sure the withering humidity is invited too.

We'll proceed with our Labor Day plans as usual. Maybe one last swim before autumn.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Friday :: Happy Weekend :: Happy Labor Day

Friday
Aug262016

Happy FriDag

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Happy Weekend

Friday
Aug122016

Thank you Miss Mari

Several weeks ago I left a comment on a blog I've followed for a long time: My Little Corner of the World. Mari had been asked to review a children's book.

I was incredulous when as a consequence of leaving the comment on that particular post, I won a copy of the book.

I don't normally win stuff. It's not that I'm unlucky; I'm just relatively uneventful.

Anyway. The title of the book is Would a Worm Go on a Walk? 

Naturally I was excited, since I have Dagny to read to, although at age two and generally so active she'd make a worm in hot ashes appear stationary, she isn't exactly capable of sitting through a whole story.

Peppa Pig videos keep her glued to the spot; books, not so much. Yet.

Next week Allissa will be visiting and I'm pretty sure her compelling storytelling skills will hold Dagny longer than mine ever could.

But Dagny loves to climb the stairs to the landing where the book is on display in a bookcase. We take the dust jacket off so she won't tear it, and she lugs the book around.

The message of the story is sweet, all the more so because it glorifies God our Creator. The illustrations are darling and inspire Dagny to babble happily as she turns the pages.

I was glad to learn that the author, Hannah Hall, has written several books. I plan to buy more of her titles for my grandchildren.

Meanwhile, thanks again, Miss Mari. From Dagny and from me too.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Friday :: Happy Weekend

Wednesday
Aug102016

Cake drop

Henry turned eighty-four on eight-four. Henry's been married to my mother for over thirty-three years. He's a family treasure so when it's time to fete him, we do it up right.

It was a week ago Saturday and I'd planned a pretty good meal topped off by a store-bought chocolate cake.

Melanie was with us for a few days and she helped me do the shopping and pick out the dessert.

We were also drawn to these cute drinking glasses -- real glass -- in that most marvelous of colors, teal, with darling red tops and happy striped straws. I told Melly to put them in our basket.

Look at that butterfly! I mean, it's a one-way ticket to Cutesville. Am I right? We served two flavors of lemonade with the meal.

Afterwards, when it was time to slice the cake, Henry patiently posed for the OBP: Official Birthday Portrait.

I don't know why he didn't exactly smile there because Henry's a pretty easy-going fellow.

Anyway what you need to know is, right after I took this series of pictures, I picked up the cake stand and walked with it to the other end of the table where the serving tool and the party plates were.

You see that gold cardboard disc the cake is sitting on? The one that came right out of the clear plastic carrier that came from the store?

Well. As I was walking, it slid off my cake stand. And the cake went right along with it.

By the time I realized what had happened, everyone was pretty much laughing at me.

But you won't believe: The cake fell straight down to the floor on that cardboard disc and didn't flip over or anything.

In other words, none of it touched my (very clean) floor.

It was only slightly the worse for wear in that some of the icing had been jolted from the sides.

While Audrey and Andrew cleaned chocolate frosting off the floor, I served the cake. It wore a bewildered, somewhat indignant, faintly porcine expression.

But we ate it and all pronounced it good. No harm, no foul.

Meanwhile back before that little confection-centric drama, Henry had smiled when he switched the order of his candles.

When you get to be a certain age, sometimes you can do that and it comes out in your favor.

Let that sink in. Join me in wishing Henry a Happy Birthday and many more. And don't forget to smile.

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Happy Wednesday

Monday
Aug082016

Humdingers and other things

You may recall that in the past, I have struggled to draw a bead on a hummingbird feeder that actually works.

As in, both feeds the wee winged beasties while not dripping.

I've had the partly-plastic Perky Pet pinch waist kind.

It looked cute but leaked like a sieve.

I've had the glass mason-type jar embossed with the lovely word Southern on the side.

The hummers went hungry while the deck was decorated with a treacly pinkish puddle.

Several months ago I became determined to find a non-leaking hummingbird feeder.

And I succeeded. It's called the Couronne Sphere.

This model cannot leak. It's a thick, solid, heavy glass (I love glass) bowl that fits into a holder made just for that purpose, and is covered with a red glass top outfitted with holes that invite a hummie's beak.

An added bonus is that the clever design suspends the glass bowl within a black wrought iron (I love wrought iron) circle (I love circles).

And so I bought two. One hangs from the eave outside my kitchen window, and one hangs from the eave on my front porch, beneath the huge canopy of our century-old White Oak.

We've discovered that the hummers love to hang out in the branches of the oak. Who knew? The leaves are lots bigger than them.

This year I've used clear hummer hooch rather than the sticky stuff dyed red. They love it just the same.

I keep it in this glass moonshine-type bottle, in the garage fridge. The feeders that don't leak are a trifle small, meaning I'm obliged to refill them a few times a week.

Only, at some point, for some reason, having refilled the leakless nectar reservoirs both front and back, I stashed the bottle in the kitchen fridge.

I didn't think to warn anyone that what looked like water was really liquid sugar. I guess I assumed they knew.

And so it was that Andrew came in the house a few weeks ago and began energetically washing out his tall aluminum travel mug.

Turned out, before leaving on some errands, it being so hot and humid outside, he'd filled his mug with ice-cold water. From the nectar bottle.

Oh well. He only took one swig -- blech! -- and he was a good sport about it. Also I don't reckon it hurt him.

Meanwhile the hummingbird population in these parts is fat and sassy. At some times of the day, they're thick as snow outside the window. Being territorial, they fight over who gets to feed.

One tiny wing-humming jewel-toned body at a time has been nourished on my watch.

I'm only sorry I couldn't get you a picture of the ruby-throats. Quick little suckers. You so much as touch your camera shutter button and they beat a swift retreat.

It will be sort of sad when summer goes and the hummers do too. But I know as long as I keep the leak-free feeders full of free food, they'll return. And so will summer.

I hope my granddog, Rambo (Dagny calls him straight-up Rainbow) will still come over to share in the fun.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday

Monday
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Oh. Hey.

OK what happened to July?

We've got multiple projects going on over here.

I have been a mite distracted.

Things are about to settle down, however.

I hope.

And when they do, we shall resume our regular programming.

Meanwhile check out Rambo (above).

That's Andrew in the driver's seat and my granddog pulling a canine Kilroy.

I was lurking in the car beside them (naturally). 

It was taken a few months ago, before Andrew spent five weeks in the Middle East.

Andrew and Rambo have now moved to Columbia.

They'll soon be moving into their new house.

We are so happy.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday