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I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

= Jennifer =

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

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= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors

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I am a Blue Star Mother

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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.

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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Contributor to

American Cemetery

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

I Knew You'd Warm Up To Me (recent scribblings)
Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Daft Like Jack

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

And We'll Sing It All The Time
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    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
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~ RIP JAVIER ~

1999-2016

Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

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Tuesday
Jun192018

Four with a flourish. And fish.

Our Dagny has had a birthday. Last Thursday she turned four.

To mark the occasion, we had long planned a trip to the Georgia Aquarium in Atlanta.

Our thinking was that Dagny has plenty of clothes and toys and other possessions (although we did buy her one more church dress), and is now old enough to appreciate and remember an experience.

So it was that TG and Audrey and Dagny and I set out for Atlanta over the weekend before the actual birthday.

We'd bought our tickets in advance and were thrilled at the prospect of getting up close to aquatic animals such as sea lions and otters and dolphins and penguins and so forth and so on.

We stayed at a Drury Inn, which, in addition to comfortable and well-appointed rooms, features free breakfasts and dinners. Since we are chow hounds, this was a big draw.

(Dagny liked the elevator, which she consistently called the lift. She talks like a Brit.)

When I say breakfast I mean breakfast: as in, eggs and sausage, biscuits and gravy, potatoes, grits, donuts, hot and cold cereal, made-to-order Belgian waffles, juices and coffee. All delicious and in abundance.

As for dinner, on the evening of our arrival there were soups and salad items, baked potatoes, and hot dogs. If you wanted something more substantial, there were warm soft tortillas with grilled chicken, black beans, spanish rice, and sour cream, plus nacho chips with hot melty cheese.

Also there was theater-style popcorn and fountain soft drinks any time you fancied that type of between-meals treat.

What say you to that? No need to go out to eat, and we didn't. I imagine it would get old if one were to face the same fare day after day for any length of time, but for a few days it was enjoyable.

Having rested well and after a fantastic breakfast on our only full day in Atlanta, we set out for the aquarium. Some accounts claim the Georgia Aquarium is the largest in the world; I doubt that but I'm pretty sure it's among the top three.

From a central area that seems to occupy acres, one traipses off down convoluted corridors crammed with million-gallon tanks stuffed with fish and various other exotic marine creatures.

I was fascinated with the sting rays.

At least I think that's what those are. There were manta rays too but I don't believe I took a picture of one. They look different at the front of their body. 

The important thing to remember is that they are spooky looking. Like rubbery flying saucer-y things fluttering through the water scaring everything in their path.

At the same time, their underside resembles a goofy, friendly face.

God has a sense of humor. But then, we already knew that, having seen the platypus.

If there were platypuses at the Georgia Aquarium, we missed them. But we did see some big turtles.

Click to embiggen these larger pictures.

I'm pretty sure this tank holds more than six million gallons of water.

That's so that big guys like this whale shark have room to navigate.

Speaking of which, look at these weird fish. The one seemed to be nosing the other one into that corner and denying him the right to swim away.

Not very neighborly. Or maybe a touch too neighborly. Either way, they freaked me out.

Dagny was duly dazzled by it all.

We saw SCUBA-geared divers working in the multi-million-gallon tanks.

The neon-colored small fish seemed to relish the divers' visit.

Jellyfish were showing off in nonconformist fashion as usual.

They got their wires crossed but never seemed to mind.

Starfish lounge all over one another when they're not plastering themselves to the glass.

And this is a seadragon.

Haaaaaahahaha. He's not content to copy all the others either. I admire his attitude.

We took a break. Dagny and Papaw horsed around.

Dagny posed again, in front of yet another fish wall.

I couldn't get enough of the beluga whales.

They seemed so quirky and playful.

All white is more than all right.

There was a pair of them.

Another thing I have a hard time walking away from is the puffins.

That face! It's just too cute. I can't stand it.

Way to go with the winged eyeliner. So very fashion forward. But then, it's easy to get noticed when your eyes match your beak, which match your webbed feet, all in Day-glo orange.

The penguins are more sedate.

Nowhere to go and nothing to prove.

There's lots of standing around. Contemplating.

And/or napping.

The sea otters were polar opposites of the penguins.

They barely stopped swimming and skidding and jumping and cavorting long enough for me to get a decent picture of them. This one was not going to give up that red chew bone.

Later, Dagny posed beside a display that lit up if you touched it, to illustrate bioluminescent sea creatures.

Dagny was glowing too.

Naturally we enjoyed the dolphin show and the sea lion show -- both amazing -- but you're not allowed to take pictures inside those theaters.

And so we didn't. 

Eventually we'd seen it all and exited the massive aquarium to see stormy skies over Atlanta.

That's the top fourth of the Bank of America building, seen from the aquarium parking garage.

There was some traffic but we weren't far from our hotel so the ride was not long.

The next morning, we made one stop before heading home. I'll tell you more about that later this week.

And it wasn't even Dagny's birthday yet. More pawtying celebrating was to come.

I'll fill you in on those details later too.

But that is all for now.

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Happy Tuesday

Wednesday
Jun132018

Low and inside

Sorry to have made you wait so long for this post. It's not even officially summer yet and here at Casa Weber we are immersed in pawtying summer activities to the point that I don't have time to report on all of them.

But that's no excuse. You need to know that a monster was found in my closet.

Not my clothes closet. Actually not in either of my clothes closets (because yes, I have two).

The monster was discovered (by me, more's the pity) lurking in a linen closet just outside our upstairs guest bath.

The sight of a large blackish lizard chilling on the floor of a dark, enclosed space where I store linens and also a great deal of my jewelry (because yes, I own so much jewelry that significant quantities of it is stashed amongst the bath towels), was unsettling.

It was a happy coincidence that TG was even at that moment wending his way home. I knew this because I had just talked to him.

It wouldn't be hours, but mere minutes, before I could point (from a distance) at the door behind which the thing lay, and demand request that my hero perform a bit of emergency animal control.

He caught it in a Mason jar and brought it outside where I was waiting, lest the thing get loose in the house and chase me.

Dagny had arrived for a visit by then, and began shouting ewwwwwwwww! top-of-the-lungs-ish as soon as she figured out what was going on.

Anyway. Now that the crisis has been averted and I was not found having perished (or at least been rendered unconscious) of shock and fright on the upstairs landing with a giant lizard gloating nearby, we can move on.

Outside, where lizards belong permanently, I have added a bistro set to our front porch. I hope you like it.

Our front porch is long but narrow. The chairs and table I'd put out there a few years ago were -- let's face it -- too big for the space. 

Every time you wanted to walk by, you had to move one of the chairs. It wasn't working.

So those chairs and their matching table are now out back, by the pool, where they form another seating area apart from the table with the umbrella over it.

When you come to visit me, you may now sit either at that table (with a snack of course), or on the swing, or in one of two zero-gravity outdoor recliners, or in one of the aforementioned chunky chairs, which are rockers.

And we will make sure that, no matter where you choose to sit, no lizards get on you.

On the front porch however, it's a bistro set which means that's where we'll go for coffee and a chat. Maybe a hummingbird will drop by for a slurp from the feeder hanging nearby.

When dusk falls, the Edison lights I've strung on the banister will come on and we'll be able to still see one another while we swat mosquitoes.

Charlie Mather Photography

The Edison lights decorated the cake-table area at Erica's wedding reception, and no, I haven't forgotten that I still need to tell you more about that occasion.

Let's save it for next time. I promise not to make you wait too long.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Wednesday

Tuesday
Jun052018

Kiss me, you fool

What Theda Bara actually said was Kiss me, my fool! but we won't go all cinematically technical.

Her utterance entered the culture as you fool and there it has remained.

It was before talkies anyway, so no one except the cast and crew even heard it.

But I digress.

The point is, I adore pictures of people kissing. I'm sort of obsessed with them.

Bet you didn't know that. But now you do.

So here you go: two pictures of newlyweds Chad and Erica.

One kissing and one not. But about to.

Yeah they're posed and shamelessly sentimental, but don't we love it? Kissed in the garden, at sunset, while wearing a wedding dress. Awww.

Click to embiggen those. If you dare.

In the way of backstory, I find it amusing that my daughter chose as her wedding reception venue a well-known (in this region) botanical garden.

I can't grow a blade of grass, much less a flower or anything else all grow-y plant-y garden-y. 

Just cannot do it. Know better than to try. The result will be withered, brown, twisted, dead sticks.

This has been proved more times than you've had hot dinners.

Somebody help me.

But smooching? That I can do. And it appears that the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

And so until I have time to share more wedding pictures ...

... wait for it ...

That is all for now.

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Happy Tuesday

Wednesday
May302018

The Weddin' :: Part Two

Ready for more memorializing of matrimonial moments?

Me too.

My friend Mari was clamoring in a comment to see the MotB. Here she is I am along with the FotB, in a shot taken a few minutes before the ceremony commenced.

We were pretty excited. I mainly because I was actually wearing a dress. I acquired it one week before the wedding. Long story. For another time.

Newlyweds Andrew and Brittany were on hand and on board and in fine shape for the happy day as well.

Such sweetness and loveliness. And they sing together too. As you will see.

The pews were beginning to populate with our guests.

Brittany took her seat and waited for Andrew to complete his duties of escorting his mother and grandmother down the aisle before joining her.

Doesn't that dress look pretty on Brittany? She got it on sale for a ridiculously low price. Well done, Britt.

Meanwhile, the handsome groom waited patiently behind the scenes along with his best man and our pastor.

Our dear friend Alan -- imported from Atlanta for the occasion along with his wife Anna, who served as a bridesmaid -- sang John Denver's For You at the conclusion of the prelude.

Trivia: Alan's late grandfather officiated at TG's and my wedding thirty-nine years ago.

That's me giving a last-minute hug to Chad's grandmother, Jane's mother, who I call Miss Claudia. Because I love her.

(I gave her a hug because I love her. I call her Miss Claudia because it's her name.)

Things got underway as Andrew seated his grandmother.

Eventually it was Jane's turn. Son Wade did the honors before joining the other groomsmen.

I love sons walking their mothers down aisles at weddings.

It's charming.

Finally it was time for the bridesmaids.

Here's what was playing as they walked:

Melanie led off, accompanied by her father, to provide reassurance and moral support. She was wonderful and so was he. 

Allissa revels in life's celebratory moments more than anyone else I know.

She did an excellent job, as did all the lovelies. Next came Anna.

Then it was our Stephanie's turn.

And finally Audrey, the maid of honor.

Sometimes I must do a swift double take in order to tell my own girls apart.

Especially when they're dressed alike.

Andrew and Dagny, ring pillow and flower basket held carefully in their hands, went through the big doors.

Remember when Dagny dumped all of her petals out at Andrew and Brittany's wedding, before she even made it twelve inches down the aisle?

She nearly did it again. In her defense, the tiny basket held about fifteen petals. We'd cautioned Andrew not to mention any sudden jettisoning of petals on his cousin's part, lest she stop and attempt to pick them all up and start over.

She's conscientious. I like that. But at such a time, better to just roll with it, whatever transpires. Because petal-strewing is awesome but symbolic, and the placement of petals affects no outcome.

So sweet and so serious.

Then the momentous moment had arrived for dad and daughter.

The bride was being prepped for her entrance.

All was ready at the altar.

At zero hour, a flower decided it no longer wanted to be part of the bride's bouquet. She tossed it behind her. Who needs you? I can almost hear her thinking, as TG kindly offers to take it from her and stuff it into his pocket, if need be.

Well played, Erica.

Chad seemed pleased with the sight of his bride adorned to meet and marry him.

Smiles mingled with happy tears, all around the big room.

The bride was flanked by her father and her husband-to-be as Joel gave the charge to the couple.

Then TG kissed Erica on the cheek. Joel went to sit beside Melanie on the front pew, and TG took his place beside me.

Let's go, sugar. Time to get this thing done.

I asked Erica later how she managed those stairs without picking her dress up. She said she didn't know. I don't know either.

But she made it and pretty soon, there were vows and rings being exchanged.

A bird's eye view of the proceedings.

The kiss.

They signed their marriage license, Erica using her new legal name.

Andrew and Brittany sang A Love Until the End of Time.

And then the thing we'd all assembled to witness, was done.

This may be my favorite picture of the whole day. If I had to pick one. Which I don't.

Give me a little kiss, and I'll give it right back to you.

Everyone is so happy that the knot was tied and they're off the hook.

Audrey and Chris:

Stephanie and Wade:

Anna and Josh:

Joel and Melanie:

Allissa:

Dagny and Andrew:

Andrew and me:

Always be yourself, unless you can be a pirate. Then always be a pirate.

Stay tuned for more photographs of love, marriage, romance, relatives, and festive celebration, in a few days.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Wednesday

Friday
May252018

The Weddin' :: Part One

Dagny consistently called both weddings which took place in our family's extended matrimonial season this year -- each at the appropriate time -- The Weddin'.

When it was about Andrew and Brittany's nuptials, she referred to the various activities surrounding the event as simply The Weddin'.

Later, when it was Chad and Erica's turn, Dag's catch-all term was again (still) ... The Weddin'.

(This despite the fact that any time there is even a whiff of cake accompanied by an object encased in gift wrap, she really thinks it's a birthday.)

(Tonight we are attending a cookout at the lovely home of Chad's parents, to celebrate Chad's finishing his master's degree.)

(Dagny has heard there will likely, in addition to burgers and baked beans, be cake and presents. Chad's birthday is a month away but to Dagny, it's tonight.)

Ah well. One could make a worse mistake.

At any rate, here I give you the first wave of pictures of The Weddin' -- specifically, our most recent weddin'.

It was difficult to choose and yes, there are a lot. I'll keep commentary to a minimum. 

I will thank you not to snicker.

Here's how our church looked on the day. Clear and cloudless, warm and lovely it was. Click to embiggen, if you feel the need:

Here's how it looked inside the sanctuary:

Someday when I tell you the story of the few things that went wrong with Erica's wedding, I'll remind you of those hang-down lights.

But that's a blog for another day.

Here it is from the other direction, several hours pre-ceremony:

I made every pew decoration. Each one features more than two yards of tulle as well as several yards of pale-pink velvet ribbon, pink pearl trim, and green "ribbon" that looks like leaves on a vine.

With additional fluffy bows of pink and gold tulle, to tie the elements together.

Similar, but more elaborate, decorations were applied to the lampposts on either side of the gothic arch.

The lampposts each contained two gaslight-look bulbs that flickered like the real thing. The picture in no way does them justice. You'll have to take my word for it: The effect was stunning. Understated and mysterious.

There was symmetry -- the sine qua non of beauty -- and didn't our photographer capture that like a boss? Kudos and respect to the estimable Charlie Mather.

Our eldest granddaughter Melanie -- who along with her sister was a junior bridesmaid -- needed some visuals on her pew. I made five-by-sevens of each of the four children similar to the one you see on the left, with their names over a picture, to mark where they were to sit after proceeding down the aisle.

Melanie got some extra four-by-sixes of herself with Rambo, because he is a born therapy dog and his photographic presence comforted Melly.

She did astoundingly well in every aspect of her role in the wedding. We were so proud of her because no one knows what it's like for her in new, big situations among crowds of folks with whom she's not acquainted.

Side view:

At church each week, our family sit way over by that far window. I like to be near windows.

On the lobby table, I had put a few things I'd brought from home, to decorate the area where the "guest book" was situated.

These chunky glass flower-shaped tea light holders were purchased many years ago at Dollar Tree, to adorn the table at one of Erica's birthday parties. She loves the color green and she likes purple with green. I grabbed these out of the cupboard last-minute and I'm glad I did.

I put the words guest book in quotes above because it wasn't a book. It consisted of a sign (instructions), a small chest of vintage postcards, and a metal basket in which to place your postcard once you'd signed it.

The pens were Sharpies that Chad gave me last Christmas along with some stationery Erica had helped him to pick out for me.

Allissa helped Charlie by spraying water as he photographed the rings:

Isn't he a clever clogs?

Petals for Dagny and Allissa's bouquet (handmade by me):

The soon-to-be Mrs. Porter, putting the finishing touches on her bridal ensemble in a room where littles have Sunday School:

For her something old, something borrowed, and something blue -- that's three birds with a single stone, mate -- Erica wore a ring given to me by my mother when I was a teenager:

We're all about economy of effort.

Back in the ready-room, Dagny was getting antsy in anticipation of the weddin' action:

She loves her Aunt Erica beyond all capability of expression, and the adoration is reciprocated.

Once the ladies were primped to perfection, Charlie took it outside:

Left to right that's our dear friend Anna, maid-of-honor Audrey, Erica, and our eldest daughter Stephanie.

Their shoes were pink velvet!

Bevy of beauties.

Giving Eureka the once-over:

Our second and third daughters, Audrey and Erica:

The bride with junior bridesmaid Allissa, our second-eldest granddaughter:

All the lovely ladies of the party:

And again:

Melly got through by holding fast to her mama's hand. Love to Melly, eight days a week. Good job, baby girl.

And then there were some handsome gentlemen:

Chad (second left) with best man Chris (far left), his brother (and only sibling) Wade, and friend Josh.

The Brothers Porter, known sometimes within the family as Chadwick and Wadewick (just a bit of silliness):

Wade is an American hero: He serves as a Maritime Enforcement Specialist with the United States Coast Guard, stationed in Wilmington, North Carolina.

It is not lost on me that someone named Wade went into the Coast Guard. Just saying.

Moving on, here is a shot of our Chad hamming it up with friend Josh.

What, was the young man happy or something?

With best man and all-around good guy Chris:

All the fellows gathered around the cream-white 1961 Chevrolet Impala Bubble Top used as the getaway car:

The car belongs to Chad's father, Greg Porter.

Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man:

Worth a second, closer, and even longer look:

Speaking of cute -- we were, weren't we?

The charming groom, love of Erica's life:

Mr. Porter with his sons:

A close-up of the dreamboat creampuff classic auto:

Vintage Chevy and romance. 'Murca.

Chad on his wedding day with his lovely mother Jane, she who I am privileged and delighted to call my friend:

I leave you for now with another shot of Allissa's impromptu portraiture in the bridal ready-room on the day:

I'm pretty sure those alien shapes flanking the bride and groom are meant to represent the aforementioned lampposts. Not easy to render artistically but Lissy performed admirably.

I'll share more in a day or two. I promise.

But that is all for now.

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All Photos: Charlie Mather Photography

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Happy Friday :: Happy Memorial Day Weekend

Wednesday
May232018

One is inclined to wonder

You'll have to trust and believe me when I say, I don't post this to make fun of anyone.

However.

I saw this at Walmart. Yes; I surreptitiously took a picture. With the intent of posting it for all the world to see.

If that offends you, do feel free to click on out. No hard feelings.

Apols but I couldn't get a shot of the red-felt-triangles razorback feature of the cozy costume.

Every attempt was made to be discreet and I didn't want to literally follow the green guy around. I may be eccentric but I am not desperate.

But consider: Even if I had followed him to get a shot of the red razorback, I figure if you don't want to be gawked at, why would you -- a grown man -- wear a bright green dinosaur onesie with the hood up, to shop for supplies on a humid eighty-six-degree day?

I leave you temporarily to ruminate this and other mysteries of the universe.

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Happy Wednesday

Monday
May212018

It takes two

I'm too busy to put up a full post today (I think) but here are a few charming wedding shots to (I hope) whet your appetite to see more.

Because later in the week, I will share more. Many more. 

Until then, I wish you love.

And that is all for now.

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Photo Credits: Charlie Mather Photography

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Happy Monday

Monday
May142018

Oh for a short squat coffee pot

Before this soon-to-be-sweltering summer-in-spring day gets too much further underway, I must break from my wedding tales to tell you about yesterday.

First let me say:

I hope your Mother's Day was as interesting, fun, productive, and love-filled as mine.

Our pastor pointed out that not everyone gets a warm, fuzzy feeling when it comes to Mother's Day. I'd fall somewhere on that spectrum but I do enjoy the holiday.

Naturally we went to Sunday services in the morning. Our church treats the mothers (maybe all ladies) to breakfast during the Sunday School hour.

Also naturally, I don't go to that.

I'd rather have my elongated breakfast (mainly coffee) time at home, and show up for the worship hour. And who's to argue? Not TG. So that's what we did.

Afterwards we wended homeward in the already-boiling 95-degree heat. And it's not even especially humid yet. I'm happy to report that a break in the weather is due to occur tomorrow, along with some rain.

I am looking forward to that. More humidity, okay, but less heat, also okay.

Audrey had planned a light lunch of salads and sandwiches with chips and salsa washed down with cold soft drinks, together with pies and cookies and of course, coffee with the dessert course.

Dagny has been feeling under the weather for several days. She had a mini-meltdown at the start of church, and TG had to take her out into the lobby to comfort her.

Upon returning to the family pew, she fell fast asleep on Uncle Andrew's shoulder. Audrey said she'd also fallen asleep that morning after being dressed for church and waiting for her mom to finish getting ready.

Audrey had been conflicted about whether to bring her to church at all, but her symptoms were more malaise-like than actual fever or upset-this-or-that or worse, so she came ahead, not wanting to miss Mother's Day.

When it was time for the little ones to go to Children's Church, Dagny woke up and said she was keen to attend. So she did, and she seemed fine an hour later when it was time to go home.

She rode with TG and me -- recently when she graduated into a bigger car seat, we bought one for our car when Audrey got a new one for her own -- and I heard her happily munching on goldfish crackers en route.

Normally we don't eat in Mamaw's car but I know she is careful, and I was glad that her appetite -- which has been AWOL for a few days -- was present enough to handle a snack.

When we got home however, and settled in, I got busy putting the finishing touches on an ambrosia pie and making fresh egg salad as part of our lunch spread.

When Audrey arrived, having gone home to change clothes, gather her supplies, and bring a change of outfit for Dagny, she wondered where the little one was.

I said I hadn't heard her voice in at least fifteen minutes, but as I'd been preoccupied, I assumed she was in the TV room playing with her toys.

Turns out she'd crawled up beside TG and fallen fast asleep on his shoulder. Three naps before lunchtime.

Hmmmm. Puzzling.

When lunch was served, however, she revived and seemed to feel better, and even ate a few bites. Child does love a get-together with presents. She thinks every other day is a birthday party.

At church again that night, Dagny's color was improved and her spirits appeared to be at near-normal Dagny-like levels. 

Even so, Audrey plans a wee trip to the pediatrician, just to be sure nothing major is amiss.

Meanwhile, we ate our salads and sandwiches and blue corn chips with chunky salsa, then had pie -- if you didn't want the homemade ambrosia, there was a Kenny's Key Lime -- and soft cookies brought by Chad and Erica, along with a fresh pot of coffee.

Then it was time for presents. Speaking of coffee, Erica got me the short, fat Bodum Chambord French Press coffee maker I've been hankering after for a number of years.

I now have four, count them, four, Bodum Chambords in varying sizes from single-cup to make-a-pot-for-a-crowd. I love them all. The little rotund version is just so cute.

For the past few years I've been much enamored of a Secura double-walled stainless steel French Press that I found for a great price on Amazon.

But it's about to get a break because my new one is my new favorite. It will be pressed into service (pun intended) every morning for the foreseeable future.

Erica also gave me an oversized cake of scented soap (I love those) in gardenia fragrance, as she knows how partial I am to that flower.

Other gifts were just as charming. Audrey gave me a coffee table book about the department stores Goudchaux's and Maison Blanche, famous Baton Rouge retail establishments that I remember visiting with my own late Mamaw.

I can't wait to read it. Let it get as hot and humid as it wants; I have a reading spot in my sun room that's well-lit and cool.

Audrey and Dagny also gave me some dog stickers, with which to decorate my mail. I'm as partial to dogs as I am to gardenias and books and soaps and glass bottles and non-electric coffee pots.

Speaking of glass bottles, Andrew and Brittany gave me the darling Rae Dunn creation you see at the top of this post, and in the picture directly above. Brittany thought the decoration brought to mind a pirate tattoo. She is absolutely correct.

I have no ink but if I were ever tempted (to give you a vague idea of when that is likely to occur, pigs will fly first), that may be the design I'd choose.

But the kids know I love glass and isn't this cute with the bubbles still inside? I find it both awesome and awe-inspiring.

Stephanie had sent me some earrings tucked inside a card, along with a gift receipt because she worried that they were too big. Whaaaaat? I say, go big or go home.

The best thing I got was not presents but the presence of my children (three out of four is not bad) on Mother's Day, and the love of all four (plus my two handsome sons-in-law and my darling daughter-in-law) every day.

I hope that whatever Mother's Day brought you, you are well and happy and content as this new week begins.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Monday